#honestly i live for miguel being a bottom

[unveranosinseb0514]

I was reading some fanfics, never thought of shipping anyone in Narcos

But DAMN?! What a GREAT ship Pacho and Miguel are, like??!?? Hot, good looking, and miguel just gives me the vibe that if somebody grabs him the right way (the right way being by his hips), it's going to fucking dismantle him, i swear

[exhaslo]

Corruption Ch4

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3

Warning: Minors DNI, smut, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship?

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Four months, twenty days until D-Day

There were tears in your eyes as you entered the prison. This was something you never really did like doing alone. You had always managed to convince someone to go with you, but all you had this time was Lyla.

Lyla wasn't there to ease the guards as they nearly hailed you with harsh and cruel questions. Honestly, it felt like you were the one being sent to prison. Shaking as you entered the large prison, you followed behind the guards.

Some hero you were. As you waited for the prisoners to be lined up, you decided to glance around at the other inmates. Most, if not all, were whistling towards you and cat calling you. It was as if they had never seen a woman before.

"Alright men! Listen up, offer of a lifetime!" One of the guards yelled. You poked your head from behind the guard,

"Hello, I come from Alchemax with a generous...offer," You hesitated, knowing full well that these men were not coming back alive, "In exchange for your freedom-"

"We'll fuck you good!" One of the inmates laughed. You bit the inside of your cheek,

"We at Alchemax are in the process of building a bright...future," You could feel your own heart stabbing at the words, "In exchange for your freedom, we would ask of you to offer yourselves to help build this new future-"

"Lab rats! The bitch wants us to be lab rats!"

"We're going to want more than just freedom if you want to experiment on us!"

"Y-You'll be in the upmost care," You whispered, trying to find the courage.

You needed to be strong. You were going to be a hero and eventually knock out some really bad guys in the future. You needed to be strong in front of those who were already behind bars! Inhaling deeply, you furrowed your brows towards the angry inmates,

"If you wish stay here and rot, then be my guest!" Honestly, it was for the best that they stay in prison than become Miguel's experiments, "We can just find others who care more."

Some of the men grunted and little by a little, a few of them took the offer. You gripped the bottom of your shirt, hating the thought of walking these men to their deaths.

But, it was either their lives or yours. You wanted to show Miguel that you were capable of tough decisions. That he could rely on you more and that there was no need for you to leave...You feared the rapture drug. You didn't want to become like some of your coworkers.

"Alright, six volunteers. Your paperwork is being worked on now, I will just have you all follow me-"

"Before we go, I think we deserve a little treat."

"Your treat is fresh air," You grumbled, ignoring their antics. You gasped, feeling one of their hands against your shoulders, "Guards!"

"Nah, lil miss. Once you took us in your care, they left." The prisoners smirked.

"So that means you're under mine."

You winced as you felt yourself being pulled back. Glancing up, you smiled in relief as Miguel glared down the prisoners. His grip was tight around you before he quickly approached his new Guinea pigs. Confused, you noticed Lyla appear and gave you a thumbs up.

"You called him?" You asked in a whisper. Lyla just smiled,

"More like he got impatient." She chuckled and appeared beside your ear, "Maybe worried~"

Your cheeks started to burn red as you stared at Miguel's tall back. He towered before you, giving the prisoners a lesson. Lyla was messing with you about Miguel worrying. He would never, but the thought did make your chest tighten with glee.

"You belong to Alchemax; to me. During your time in prison, the guards had to keep you in line. That line doesn't exist for me," Miguel chuckled darkly before grabbing one of the inmates by the hair and slamming his face into the wall, "If I want you to break, I'll break you."

"Hey! We didn't sign up for this!"

"And my assistant didn't sign up to get your grimy hands on her," Miguel spat, "She remains untouched. You lot better show your appreciation towards your savior, for I won't be as kind."

"Miguel," You whispered, trying to hide your smile.

You were hopelessly in love. Watching Miguel approach you, you cleared your throat to compose yourself and followed him. Miguel glanced down at you before placing his arm behind your back. He hissed towards the guards to do their job before leading you to his vehicle.

"May I assume that you got all the spiders already?" You asked, taking a seat beside him. Miguel grunted,

"What am I to do with you, (Y/N)?" He said with a heavy sigh. You lowered your head, glancing away from Miguel,

"Sorry, sir. I thought I had a handle on the situation, but I failed to realize that the guards left..."

"Yes, you did." Miguel grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him, "I don't want you breaking on me."

"I-I won't, sir."

"Stop calling me sir," Miguel groaned, moving away from you, "Check your inbox. I've sent a list of the spiders I received and the different tests they will undergo."

"Shall I nickname it: Spider-Woman clone?" You said with a small laugh. Miguel only grunted once more,

"I will recreate her."

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"I haaaaaate my jooooob~" You sang as you swung throughout the city, "But I loooooooove my boss~"

Landing against Alchemax, you continued to hum as you crawled up the building. Miguel bullied you for the rest of the day, belittling you, saying that you couldn't be trusted to be alone. To anyone, this would infuriate them, but to you...it was a whole day standing beside Miguel.

Though, you hated listening to his ideals. Miguel had such a corrupt mind and you weren't resolving anything, but....perhaps you could sway him now. You grinned from ear to ear as you poked into Miguel's office, wondering how he would react to the famous Spider-Woman he was so fascinated about.

"How do I enter?" You muttered.

Perhaps you didn't think this far ahead. Crawling around, you tried to find an opening, but there was nothing. Then again, if Miguel could open his windows then there would be people flying out of them. The fall would kill them and Miguel would not care.

"Lyla, bring me the file of that prisoner that touched (Y/N)." Miguel said as he entered his office. You gasped, poking your head below, watching Miguel.

"Here it is."

"He will be the first," Miguel grunted, observing the file, "Hm, we're going to try the gene splicer on him. See what happens if we cross his DNA with the Wolf Spider."

"The gene splicer still isn't full functional. Lab five is still repairing from the last test that they conducted." Lyla explained.

"Then that's a shame for the test subject. More suffering for him."

You wanted to find this romantic. Miguel was still angry for you, but he was going about this wrong. Deciding to show yourself, you smiled and waved towards Miguel-who nearly froze.

"Lyla, open the window!"

"Ah, they do open!" You gasped, staying outside, "Hope you don't mind me staying here." You chirped, perching against the window.

"Whatever makes you comfortable," Miguel refused to break eye contact with you, "Have you changed your mind on that blood sample?"

"No, but I'd figure, I'd get to know the strange man who asked such an unusual request." You lied, "Care to explain what you would do with my blood?"

"Evolve the human race," Miguel said simply, observing you, "You are my dream. Someone as perfect as you needs to be recreated if we are to strive as humans!"

You felt a sting in your heart as Miguel spoke. His words were honest and true. Never had he complimented you before.

"I was an accident. Humans don't need this...change to be better. We need to be working on ourselves rather than creatures."

"How better than not too?!" Miguel's smile turned wicked, "Tell me, whatever accident created you, have you gained enhancements?!"

"Well....yes....but-"

"What kind? Please, spare no detail!" Miguel started to grow closer to you.

You could feel your heart race as you watched Miguel. Never had he been so interested in you. As much as it hurt seeing that being this hero is what brought this side out of him, you still couldn't help but want more. You wanted Miguel to see you as...you.

"I-"

"All units, please respond to break in at Central bank. Subjects are armed and dangerous." Your public eye radio went off.

"Ah, I have to go-"

"Will you come back to answer my questions?" Miguel asked as he grabbed your hand. You looked away, biting your lower lip from the warmth of his hand,

"I...I might."

Quickly letting go, you jumped down from the building. You covered your face as you fell, whining at your own embarrassment. It felt strange, but you felt like Miguel did listen to you...somewhat. Perhaps you could win him over after all.

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"Her hands were soft. She's never seen the line of work that she is about to put herself into," Miguel hissed lowly, watching you swing across the city, "She's going to get herself hurt!"

"I recorded your interaction with her," Lyla spoke. Miguel had his window shut, replaying the scene,

"I cannot allow such a precious being to get damaged! I must have her tied up in my lab!"

"Will you experiment on her?" Lyla questioned. Miguel just laughed,

"No. She is the key to my perfect future. While, yes, I will take some blood samples, but no harm will come to her. Someone as delicate as her will be mine."

"It doesn't look like she shares your ideals," Lyla appeared before Miguel, zooming in on the camera, "But, she does express interest in you."

"Then I'll just have to corrupt her into my personal hero."

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Sighing heavily as you returned home, you shuffled your feet towards your bathroom. A soft groan escaped your lips as you tossed your suit aside and entered the shower. Today was your first official day fighting criminals and trying to persuade Miguel.

At least one of those things went well.

Rubbing the palm of your hand, you recalled Miguel's warm grasp. He looked at you with so much interest. How could you ever get him to look at you like that as just you? Recalling the fight at the bank, you decided to call Lyla.

"Yes, (Y/N)? How can I assist you?" Lyla appeared outside your shower curtain.

"Um, could you send the footage...of the Spider-woman fight from the bank on Central and 23rd? I'm sure he would like to see that."

"Of course, (Y/N). Miguel will be very pleased."

"Yeah...um...Lyla?" You poked your head out of the shower, glancing at the AI, "Just between you and me...Does Miguel have...any romantic interest in that...hero?"

"Can't say the idea has crossed his mind. More like fascination." Lyla explained and smiled towards you, "Are you jealous of his attention towards Spider-Woman?"

"...Don't tell him..."

"Your secret is safe until he asks." Lyla chirped before disappearing.

Gripping onto the shower curtain, you let out a small whimper. The suit that laid on the ground before you was a blessing and a curse. Miguel would only see you as one and not the other. If only he could speak you as sweetly as he did to Spider-woman.

"I need to change him."

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[lxmelle]

Geto was loved even in death.

Wouldn’t it be nice if he were judged by his intentions in the afterlife - wherever that was? He had suffered living with the love he had. We see through the eyes of those left behind, that the ill deeds didn’t define him, as strange as that may be to us as readers in the real human world we live in. Geto’s influence and loving nature were far reaching; Gege certainly made him so treasured by many even after his death. If Gojo was touched by his caring influence, this was also Geto’s will he passed onto his students.

NOT spoiler-free as I’ll be referring to the recent chapter, 255.

I wrote this the other day:

And honestly it’s long enough; here’s part 2.

Is it obvious I’m suffering from brainrot? All my drafts from jjk brainrot are rivalling my thesis/dissertation from way back (lol)

Here is more under the cut:

I’m really moved by the reasons for why Miguel and Larue have decided to join in the risky fight against Sukuna.

It’s very obvious that Miguel is reluctant at first. He says he he’d rather terrible curses arrive at his shores than to fight with Sukuna, adding that he doesn’t see himself having any ties with Japan any longer.

We can deduce that this was part of Gojo’s plan for the possibility that he dies/loses, and I had a post about this saved in my drafts - but I guess I never got around to finishing it. Basically, in sum, he will achieve giving Geto a cremation (avenging him) and gets to show off to his students (which he does enjoy) by going all out (soo satisfying), and in the worst case scenario, he loses but gets to go all out, weakens Sukuna (for the rest to handle), and idk if he really is that romantic (so it’s really stsg headcanon fantasising) he will die on the same day as Geto.

The Opening theme is rather beautiful in that it interprets Gojo having the words, “we’ll meet again” stuck in his throat, which he doesn’t say. But I’m a bit weird and tend to separate anime from manga. But it’s worth noting that here.

I digress. Back to Miguel and Larue who have moved to speak privately without Yuta.

In a previous post I wondered aloud about what Yuta knew about Geto from others aside from being villainous and I guess this implies he doesn’t know much, since he wasn’t close to Miguel enough to sit around to chat with them. It makes sense.

Miguel and Larue both agree they followed Geto in jjk 0 because they wanted to see him become King. What does this even mean, really? Gege, you’re missing stuff out again!

Nevertheless, we understand how reluctant Miguel was. He enquires that Larue intends to do, clarifying: is it for revenge or to take Geto’s body back?

And it seems like their main motivation for putting their lives on the line... is to honour Geto’s memory. Like a traditional ritual one makes for the dead (customary in Japan on death anniversaries - not limited to the year, but also number of days).

It’s incredibly moving how much they love him. This is actually what led Miguel to reconsider. We see him go silent as he thinks “...” before he reaches a moment of clarity/a decision.

Tbh I have issues with interpreting his statement in between the two panels (re: hell) in Japanese - it doesn’t directly indicate if he is referring to the former part of the conversation (whether he thinks Geto is in hell), or the latter (he thinks the battle will be hell). The phrasing goes like this: “no matter how I think about it: it’s hell.” - I’m not a native speaker so it’s difficult for me to be certain which is right. But the consensus is as translated above. Larue thinks Geto is in heaven, Miguel thinks it’s hell, and we see the airport scene where presumably Haibara and Riko with Kuroi have been there for over a decade. lol. Who knows!

So the bottom line is… regardless of where they think Geto ends up in the afterlife, Miguel is willing to give Geto a send off that’ll even reach hell. Or, despite it going to be hellish, he will do it. It also seems so heartwarming how they still emphasise family and friendship in wanting to fight together - perhaps things we can surmise had meant something to Geto.

They will fight Sukuna because it is for Geto. Geto was so loved that they would risk themselves - not for a title, not for revenge, but out of … love. Again. That’s pretty damn loving. Can we imagine what Geto did and was to them, for them to experience such loyalty and reverence?

Sadly, it goes without saying that Geto’s body being used as a vessel and puppet by Kenjaku has possibly evoked an emotional response by those who cared for him - namely Mimiko and Nanako, and also Gojo. Arguably, even if it were a death without his body being hijacked, Gojo did refuse to cremate his body or have it processed “by the book” of jjk high through Shoko. If that’s not out of a form of love (or “consideration” as Kenjaku put it), I don’t know what is.

The twins went against what Geto wanted for them (to carry out his will) to fight against immensely power beings in hopes they could bring him home. Those were their reasons to fight. Gojo scheduled 24th December - this was after he teleported to Kenjaku immediately upon unsealing so he could bury Geto. We saw Larue and Miguel’s. Toshihisa is alleged to be quite weak, and despite potentially being considered a son to Geto (if his life situation did mimic that of the twins’ - source: jjk character book), he opts to follow the inherited will as prescribed by Geto.

It’s all love. Geto was loved, I’m telling you. I want to shout if off the rooftops because that man just looked so darned sad and deranged after he lost it.

So. Continuing where I left off: Everyone thus far has had a reason to go into battle with Sukuna. I wonder what / who will actually reach him? I hope it’s Yuji ... and that Megumi will react again at some point. They have their own themes relating to love and purpose. I’ll leave them to someone else more familiar with their characters to write about!

And now I’m going offside quite a bit, but it’s still of relevance to Geto and the theme of love that seems to surround him. Way back to jjk 0 and Hidden inventory.

I wanted to just bring this into the picture as well now that I’m already writing a post on that topic, but please feel free to stop if you’re bored now.

So. Jjk 0!

There were direct parallels with Yuta & Rika and Gojo & Geto. This was also confirmed by the director when discussing their vision for the movie. The light novel also drew a link between Geto and Yuta where they were described as being too sincere for this world.

There is a direct theme of love - the type, is open to interpretation.

Kenjaku also makes reference to this in the Shibuya arc. So to me, it remains relevant. Love in its many forms is somewhere in what Gege wishes to convey thematically.

Within jjk 0, Geto seemed to pursue power but this was also a symbolism where power = love. It is twisted. In light of recent events, we know that the pursuit of power leads to the dilution and even absence of love. Love that gives birth to power becomes cursed. So it seems.

As we know, Yuta bound his lover to himself to gain power.

If only he had Rika (metaphor for love: Gojo) he probably wouldn’t have had to skulk around the shadows consuming curses which he hated doing. Geto was lamenting on the past in the above panels. He probably was determined to carry on, as he vouched to give it all he got (Haibara’s last words to him echoing here).

A flashback to the past:

Geto doesn’t do things in half-measures. To avoid hypocrisy, and I headcanon that it was a merciful killing to protect them from him, he kills his parents. To die by his hands than to be used as a pawn to get to him. For them to see the horrors their son could be capable of. It is so very wrong, and we can see the twisted nature of his love in this interpretation.

And Gojo delivers the ultimate blow that leads to Geto reflecting - depicted by the mysterious ellipses “…..” (gege really likes the reader to work hard huh) - insinuating it is impossible for Geto, so don’t even bother trying. The blossoming possibility of discourse was nipped, as the strength differential was implied - you’re the strongest now, whereas it used to be “we”. There was no more place for Geto; it was probably a misunderstanding. Gojo was protecting everyone in his own way, and the only way he knew how.

For power, Gojo was a source - but Geto couldn’t do that in Shinjuku, nor earlier in the arc, when Gojo himself was on the brink of insanity and deferred to Geto about annihilating humans as he held Riko’s dead body. Geto in the scene above acknowledges their different paths they needed to take - Gojo had a place as part of the elite at the school - Geto was already facing an execution order.

And after hearing Gojo’s condescending tone in an emotionally-fuelled attempt to reach out to him. He turns away to protect his friend from himself, and himself from his friend. Anyway, I touched on this in my previous post. Geto feels they had fought and didn’t deserve a place next to Gojo. But deep inside, even his body remembers the sound of Gojo’s voice, reacting to it when called despite his soul no longer being there.

sigh. Moving on... back to jjk 0:

After witnessing the bonds through willingness to sacrifice and the love between these students, Geto was really moved. Gojo trusted Geto retained his sense of humanity / love / idealism - even if it would lead to him sacrificing himself.

He was finding it difficult anyway:

He could always empathise with love. I suspect he tried his best, but the binding vow for Yuta’s life was also just the cherry on top to make Rika super saiyan.

Kenjaku knew Geto probably could’ve won though, had he been more selfish.

Geto conceded without a fight with Gojo. Maybe it was a matter of trust in that they both knew his living on borrowed time. As the light novel insinuated, this was the only way it could ever end. And Gojo would have to carry the curse that was Geto. This seems... so cruel.

He did his best. He perhaps always wanted the love but set it free.

He did so many things for others in spite of himself, in sacrificing himself, in staining himself with blood drenched hands.

Avenging Riko by killing Sonoda. Note how manipulative “humans” are by using Jujutsu rules against them.

He embraces a life of smoke and daggers. Living in lies and half truths in order to live, survive, and find justice in a wicked world.

Watch me closely, I’ll protect you, I’ll avenge you, this is how you protect yourself.

This is the path I’ve chosen.

I’m not saying he was right or justifiable. His character is just tragic. The system had set him and others to fail.

The worm foreshadows Geto’s maternal nature. Calling him “okaasan”. I mean, this very worm had a binding vow with Toji. And now it calls for a new owner? I’m not sure if Gege had anything else in mind with this... is the womb protrusion domain Geto’s? But that’s tied to a sorcerer’s soul…. Anyway, I digress again. (Sorry). Geto did have a martyr complex and was written captivatingly well by Gege. The extra touches where how he has been perceived by others and the effect he has (and continues to have) on those we see.

And I just want to leave this heartbreaking thing here:

Source from twitter/now X:

Wouldn’t it be so sweet for Geto to get one (love declaration) at the end of his life, regardless of the way you perceive Gojo and Geto’s relationship?

Wouldn’t it be nice for him if he could know that his family who he instructed to flee had all loved him, adored him, and would honour his sacrifice in differing ways...

Instead, a form of love meant his body was desecrated and used by Kenjaku. His girls were killed, and his full potential was not quite realised at all.

If only things were different.

Gojo should have kept him in his basement!

But at least, I think, Gege is giving Geto some love even after his death.

For that I’m thankful.

And thanks for reading if you made it this far with my rambling!

If you want something more light hearted I have a fluffy fic up on AO3 (it isn’t great but i enjoyed writing it to fantasise about what happens at the airport) and if you want more angst and pain, please browse my tags (lol).

[wyatt-writes]

Gray hairs.

Miguel ohara x bottom male reader

This contains: fluff, sliver of angst, established relationship, mentions of adoption.

"Babe!" Miguel's voice echoed from the bathroom, filled with urgency. My heart skipped a beat as I rushed in, wondering what could have happened. "What is it?" I shouted back, my mind racing with possibilities. He stood before the mirror, a solemn expression on his face. "My gray hairs are coming in now," he said, pointing at his temple. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh of relief. "Aw, it's okay, Miguel," I said softly, cupping his pouty face in my hands. "I can dye them for you if you want." He sighed deeply and looked at me with a mix of worry and sadness.

"This must mean I'm getting too old." I couldn't resist teasing him a little. "You're not old yet, babe," I reassured him with a smile. He gave me a half-hearted smile in return. "But still. . the gray hair.” I put my arms around his neck and pulled him into a warm hug. "You still look great to me, Miguel. Honestly, I think gray hair suits you."

His eyes softened as he looked at me. "This is why I married you, mi vida," he said tenderly. "You mean the world to me." "I know," I teased, a playful grin spreading across my face. "You're such a brat," he chuckled, scooping me up into his arms effortlessly. "Now sit here and wait for me," he commanded, depositing me on the living room couch.

Curiosity piqued, I watched as he disappeared down the hallway. He had been acting strange all day and now this sudden concern over his gray hairs had left me wondering what was going on. A few moments later, he returned with a mysterious smile on his lips. "Close your eyes," he instructed, covering them with his hands. "Are they shut?" "Mmhm, I solemnly swear," I replied, playing along. "Open your eyes now," he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

I blinked open to see him holding up tiny Spider-Man pajamas. My heart swelled with emotion and I couldn't hold back the tears that welled up in my eyes. "I know I'm getting old and all mi vida, but if you'd let this old ma-" he began, but I couldn't contain my excitement. "Yes, a thousand times yes!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my joy any longer. "When did you get these?"

Miguel's smile widened. "A few days ago, when I was sure that I wanted to start a family with you." My heart felt like it could burst with happiness. Miguel had always talked about wanting kids and the thought of having a family with him filled me with joy. "I know how much you've wanted kids. I'm sorry I wasn't born a woman," I said, feeling a pang of guilt for not being able to give him children naturally. "Oh babe, don't say that," he reassured me, pulling me into a warm embrace. "I love you no matter what. Let's love each other, flaws and all, okay?"

"Okay, Miguel," I whispered, feeling the warmth of his words and his love enveloping me. "Well," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye, "you don't have to be able to make a baby to get in bed with me." He picked me up again, carrying me towards our room as we laughed and joked together. The thought of starting a family with Miguel filled me with excitement and hope for our future together. We may not be able to have children biologically, but love knows no boundaries. As we settled into bed, wrapped in each other's embrace, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and happiness that Miguel had brought into my life. And I knew that no matter what, we would always have each other's back, through thick and thin, until the end of time.

Wordcount: 652

[nadjasworkshop]

Nadja's NPC dialogue

I've seen some people doing this for their builders so here's Nadja. There are several extra lines because I feel some parts had to change at certain points of the story. It's very long.

Intro: "Hello. I’m Nadja, the new Builder. Seems like Sandrock is such a close-knit town… I may need some time to get used to it. See you around.”

Acquaintance:

Hey there. Need something done?

The Saloon is all the way down this str-Sorry, I thought… Is there anything you want?

Oh… don’t mind me. 

No, really, don’t mind me. I’m trying to stay out of sight for a while.

Buddy:

They all must think I’m trying too hard to prove myself. Maybe there’s some truth to it but honestly I want to prevent Mi-an from getting burnt-out.

I wonder… why are they called Fireside Meetings if there’s no fire? Well, surely it gets heated up at times.

[At night] I shouldn’t stay up late at night but sometimes I enjoy being awake the moment the whole town falls silent and you can only hear the wind. It’s a bit scary. You know, the vastness of the desert.

[In summer] How do you turn off sweating??

I share many beliefs with the Church of Light. However, being right about some things doesn’t give anyone a foolproof insight on everything all the time. But hey, you never heard it from me.

Good Friend:

This town is made of layers of grief one on the top of the other, like Old World relics under the sand. Sometimes I’m afraid of getting to the bottom.

If I was granted a superpower, I’d wish for being able to see through people.

I find myself spending more and more time listening to old Mort. Somehow I want to share a bit of the weight he carries on his shoulders.

Of course I’d like to find someone to share my life with… I just don’t seem to get the hang of relationships. One day you feel butterflies in your stomach and then all of a sudden the butterflies grow teeth and start eating you from the inside.

[Extra, pre-Duvos] I didn't feel truly at home in Sandrock until everyone believed me when I was being framed. Now I’m ready to defend this town as if it was my own.

[Extra, post-Duvos] I’ve always feared living through a war. Now I understand: when the war comes upon, you're scared but you can't afford panicking.

[Extra, post-Greenification] I can’t help feeling kind of iffy about seeing Sandrock suddenly brimming with business again… But hey, you know me. 

[Extra, post-marriage] If there's anything both Miguel and I learnt from this whole deal is to embrace uncertainty. 

[Extra, post-marriage] I don't really expect anyone to understand. The last everyone has seen of Miguel was him framing me for his own crime and trying to shoot Logan, and it happened in minutes. No one knows the path to making amends we took together afterwards… well, apart of Burgess, bless his heart.

Sandstorm:

“Whatever we did to the desert, it’s surely getting back at us.”

“Dry rain… Kind of ironic if you think of it.”

Rain:

“I never thought I’d see a celebration out of a rainy day. It’s funny how we take natural resources for granted.”

“Back home I’d stay indoors and listen to the rain hit the window. Here, I feel like playing in a puddle. Am I reverse-aging?”

Player has a new haircut:

“You’ve cut your hair, right? At least you didn’t have to do it yourself. Pablo says I could never pay him enough to cut my hair short.”

Player has panda eyes:

“Sometimes I have trouble sleeping too. I tried an experimental remedy from Dr. Fang. It worked so well that I slept for three days straight. It was cool.”

Player cuts a tree in front of Nadja:

“Wait, you’re not supposed to do that here! There’s a reason wildlife conservation is no small matter in Sandrock.”

Player attacks Nadja with a weapon: 

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“P-put that thing back, please. It’s dangerous.”

Birthday:

"My birthday is on the 14th of Autumn… What? No, I’ve never sent you an invitation for a birthday celebration in the Commerce Guild with an entrance price of 5000 gols! Who in their right mind…? Oh, wait. I get it. That would be my boss.”

Day of the Bright Sun:

“Even if this is supposed to be a celebration of kindness and hope, I’ve seen it bring the worst out of people… But maybe I’m being too harsh. Nothing wrong with a little festive bloodshed.”

Showdown at High Noon: 

“Yay, let’s blow off some steam! Funny how good it feels compared to how terribly scary real fighting is.”

“Aw, sorry, I’ve already partnered up with Grace. Isnt’ she cool…? Eh, maybe we can pair up next year!”

Day of Memories: 

“Once someone told me they had nightmares about seeing this celebration from the afterlife and there was no one to fly a lantern for them. I wanted to answer… So, nobody cried? Nobody suffered? You just left this world for an everlasting peace? How is that nightmarish?” Fortunately I was smarter than to speak my mind.

[Extra, post-reveal] “There are several kinds of mourning. Some of them aren’t caused by death.”

Tour de Rock:

“I’ve always been a bit afraid of high speed. Being in control of my surroundings is difficult enough under regular circumstances…”

Running of the Yakmel:

“Umm... I'm not sure if I got the tale right. Usually the ones who start the fight get away with it safe and sound, while all the poor simpletons who join in end up in a pile of corpses on the battlefield."

Winter Solstice:

”So far I’m loving the fireworks but I think I’ll head back home now. The end of the year gets me in the mood to reflect by myself.”

[Extra, post-Greenification] I’m happy to share the festivities with you, but… I’m needed somewhere else. I don't want anyone to spend this day alone.

Loved gifts:

[Highwind Fried Rice] ”Wait, this smell… Do you want to make me cry? Thank you so much, you can’t imagine how much this means to me.

[Eagle flute] Why, thank you! How did you know I could play the flute? Oops, don’t tell anyone... I wouldn’t mind you listening, though.

[Rosestone] These are lovely! I guess they’re a common sight for locals but for me… a rose naturally made out of stone? It's like a miracle. Thank you! 

Liked gifts:

[Headwear and scarves] Thanks! I’ll try it on right away.

[Materials and building components] One can never have enough of these! Thank you.

I really appreciate this, thank you!

Neutral gifts: 

Thanks. I guess I’ll find some use for it.

Disliked gifts:

Eh… not really my thing, sorry. Do you keep the receipt?

Hated gifts: 

Wow, you're SO funny.

Oh come on...

Complimenting work:

I’m glad to be of service. In spite of my boss, I find it easier to make myself useful here than I would in a thriving environment.

Thank you! Maybe I should have gotten into building earlier in life?

[Extra, post-Greenification] Being part of the healing process of an entire region is more than I could have dreamt as an underachieving student. Thank you all for trusting me. I mean it.

Complimenting personality:  

Thank you, really! Now I’m going to try my best not to dodge the compliment. It’s a bad habit of mine.

Aw, thanks. I know I’m not the life of the party but I hope I can make up for that… somehow.

Asked about her past:

I only left a few people behind when moving here, and I make an effort to keep contact even if I don’t really have anything to tell them. There’s this friend, Nia, who I’ve known since the day she was born. All cheerful and bubbly… The last person you’d imagine being friends with me. You see, she and her family lived next door and I saw her as the little sister I never had.

The final paper for my Art History degree was named “Art and propaganda: history of visual creation as a means for both the Free Cities and the Duvos empire to appeal to the public opinion”. I managed to make all sorts of people mad, but at least I got a decent grade. 

Have you ever been in Highwind? I still miss it sometimes. It’s a great place… unless you want to make a living there. That's the catch.

Asked about work:

Ever since I was a kid, I loved mechanics: fixing appliances, building little gadgets… However, I always saw it as a hobby. My real passion was more on the academic side: Art, History, Literature. Gathering knowledge about how the world works… not in a practical way but on a human level. However, I ended up stuck in a loop of working part time to pay for my studies to get a better job to keep studying. In the end I got afraid of becoming a mere spectator for the rest of my life. Well, in fact I’m afraid of many things, but that’s part of the point. So I ventured to the Builder Academy and it turned out better than I expected.    

I don’t think I’d be able to run a workshop in Highwind. The Academy environment was so competitive that I’ve had my fill of self-made go-getters. The silver lining would be having a better boss. Whoever they would be.

Asked what she likes to do:

I learnt to play the flute by myself. In fact I was just procrastinating on a mid-term paper and it kind of got out of hand.

Asked about her favorite things:

I’ve always enjoyed spending time on my own. Maybe it’s because I have trouble making friends. With you it’s fine, though. 

A couple of weeks after I arrived here, Owen noticed I was missing home, so he brought me a dish of Highwind Fried Rice. I had never gotten so emotional over food before.

One of the best things of ruin diving is that I get to find little mundane Old World items. Not technology, just trinkets and small tokens of what people used to hold dear in their daily lives. Keeping them makes me feel like we’re bonding with each other through time.

Anything I can wrap my hair in always comes in handy with this weather.

[bigbadripley]

Chapter 8 - Could've Been

Marc Spector&Co. x Ex!F!OC, F!OC x Modern!Miguel O'Hara

Summery: Everything changed after Marc and Simone moved to New York. Being in a relationship with the Fist of Khonshu proved to be difficult enough without the added obstacles of normal relationships being forced into the mix. With seemingly irreconcilable differences overhead, fate’s plans continue to drive the pair back into each other’s lives, testing their patience, self-control, and new relationships. Is it truly written in the stars, or is it old habits taking over?

18+!! | Third-person omniscient | Dark elements | AU/AT |  Warnings: Language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma. Effects of trauma in adulthood. Cutesie couple shit, stalking, suspense.

Words: 2.7K

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

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"It could've been right, but I was wrong  Only think 'bout you when I'm alone  The part of me that cared is almost gone And I know that I can't get caught up" -"Could've Been" by H.E.R.

No pills, no dreams. Perfect. Simone thought as she pulled her sleepy limbs out of bed. The lump beside her made her smile, remembering the night before and how they went for round two after their long talk. She honestly didn't expect Miguel to be there once she awoke, but she was glad he stayed.

Simone knew watching someone sleep was creepy, but his messy bedhead and toned bare shoulder peeking out from the covers caused her to study him and admire his chest's slow rise and fall under the quilt. He even took his glasses off sometime after she fell asleep. He was comfortable. 

After slipping her since-removed shirt back on and the long-forgotten sweatpants, Simone went on with her morning routine. Miguel, on the other hand, stayed in her bed until she was entirely out of sight of her open bedroom doorway that looked into her kitchen. This way, he was able to pop his glasses on unseen. 

It was a risk to take them off in the first place, but damn, would it look fuckin' weird to sleep with them on. He thought as he quietly got redressed and stepped out into her living area. Simone was sitting with her legs on the couch and a cup of coffee in hand, one of the large windows of her place flooding with natural light behind her.

"Coffee's up there." She told him upon noticing he was up and nodded to the small galley kitchen. Simone had thoughtfully sat an empty mug out next to the Keurig machine, allowing him to avoid the awkwardness of shuffling through her cabinets to find one. 

Once Miggy's cup was secured, he joined her on the couch and placed her legs over his lap. 

"How are you?" He asked, running a slow palm over her clothed thigh.

"Well, obviously, I'm good," Simone replied with a smile. How did she look so well put together even when just waking up? She was a mystery that he wanted to get to the bottom of.

"I just wanted to ask, ya know, to make sure you're not getting cold feet." He admitted, eyes following her coffee cup as it touched her lips and then pulled away with a soft gulp. She licked the liquid residue from her upper lip before she looked at him with confusion. 

"Cold feet about...?" 

"This," Miggy stated, gesturing a hand between the two of them. He wasn't used to this. "Sex makes people think sometimes." 

"Well, what is this to you?" The brown-eyed woman asked, emphasizing the word just as he did. 

"I mean, I really, really like you. I feel like we connect really well and make each other happy, and-" 

"Are you asking if I'm your girlfriend or proposing marriage?" Simone cut off his ramblings seamlessly. Miggy felt like a total sap but couldn't help wanting to call this something after learning about the other characters in her life. He wasn't jealous, just cautious. If not of her, then of those characters.

A nervous tut flew through his teeth before he could stop it. "Shit, I guess I'm just testing the waters to see if you want me to be your boyfriend because I totally will." He finished, recovering from the nerves and replacing the tone with a hint of cockiness. 

Miguel didn't know that Simone knew his play. Game recognized game, as they say, and she loved every second. She decided to reverse it once more. "Alright, I'll be your girlfriend, but only because you want me to be so badly."

She watched as his eyes widened for only a moment at the response, fearing that he would take it the wrong way, making it clear that she had read him wrong. Instead, he made it known that he knew what she was about. 

"Great, now that you've practically begged me to make it official, what do we do now? Drink coffee and sit here watching cooking shows until noon or something?" He teased. Simone chuckled at the idea and shrugged, 

"Odd choice, but we could do that if you want to." 

Just as she finished her response, her phone pinged with a text message from her pocket. She slid her legs back down to the floor and placed her cup on the short table to see what the fuss was about.

James Barnes: Emgc meeting ? Bringing Sam. 

Simone's eyebrows raised at the words on the screen amazed that she didn't have to suggest the session with Sam again before James set it up. She knew she couldn't pass it up. "Or I could catch you later because one of my patients wants a session."

"On a Saturday?"

"I don't think this one has any concept of weekend relaxation or relaxation, in general." She said with a laugh. They stood up simultaneously, knowing it was best for Miggy to take his leave for her to get ready, but not without a goodbye kiss. He pulled her in by the small of her back and gave her the kind of smooch that makes people smile.

"You make me feel human." He told her, knowing what it meant to him even if she didn't yet. Miguel was the most human thing Simone had ever known. Gods, creeps, vigilantes... finally, someone normal. She pressed her forehead to his, 

"Probably not a very hard feat." She said, placing another peck on his lips.

"Harder than you know."

It was silent from when Dr. Fredrick let the couple into her office. She sat quietly, waiting for James to begin with why they were all here, as Sam seemed confused and uncomfortable.

"So tell him, doc." James finally spoke up, running his gloved hands over his jeans nervously. Simone ticked an eyebrow up, 

"Tell him what exactly?" 

"That thing we've been discussing in our meetings. You said you'd tell him." 

"Oh, no, James. I said I would mediate a conversation so you could tell him." She corrected. Before he could speak again or argue, Sam finally broke his silence. 

"What the hell do you two know that I don't?" He asked with a hit of aggression in his voice. It made Simone wonder what led to this meeting in the first place. Whatever it was, it clearly rubbed Sam the wrong way.

All eyes were on James as he hesitated to find the words to say. Having the floor was clearly making him more weary, so Simone thought it best to encourage him.

"It's okay, James. This is a safe space." She said. Sam nodded to her first, then looked at his partner,

"Yeah, I want you to talk to me. You've been avoiding me, and you've been distant. What's up?" 

Bingo. Simone thought. That's why we're here. 

A huff erupted from James' chest before he finally began saying what he wanted. "You've been talking about us moving to Louisiana together and-"

"You think it's too soon?" Sam finished the sentence, seeming almost unbelieving that it was never brought up before but not entirely surprised.

"That's the thing: It might not be too soon at all! This is the longest conscious commitment I've ever been a part of, and I'm just..." James started but trailed off, realizing he would have to admit to a truth he had not said aloud. Not even to his shrink, who was nodding for him to continue. "Scared. Living together means more time together, and you might get tired of me, or your family might not like me anymore and..."

A loud sigh ended James' thoughts, but Sam's eyes grew soft at the man on the couch beside him. He turned and took his hand,

"Buck, we don't have to do it right now if you don't want to. We can do it when you're ready."  

"Really?" James spoke again, seeming surprised by the compassionate nature of his lover on the subject. Sam nodded again and let a grin crack between his lips, 

"Of course! Babe, the last thing I want is for you to be even more on edge." 

The pair hugged tightly and happily at the resolved issue as if they had the conversation without Simone being present. James looked to Dr. Fredrick over the other man's shoulder for what seemed like assurance, to which she answered with a thumbs up.

The couple's therapy caused a strange hankering for poppy seeds and cream cheese for Simone, who failed to get a bite to eat all morning. A bagel shop called Dolly's was on the route home that she had never tried but decided to give a chance just this once. 

A day of new things. She thought as she stood in line, playing the voice message that Miggy left her during the appointment on repeat and close to her ear like a secret. 

"Can't get you out of my head, cariño. Looking forward to those cooking shows we won't pay attention to."

Simone liked the use of the word cariño. It was affectionate without bringing love into the mix. Sweetie, honey, darling... 

Gotta hear it in person. She thought weakly. 

The trance-like state was broken by coins clinking against the floor below her and a whispered profanity by the woman in line just in front of where she was. 

"I'm... one second." She told the cashier before kneeling to collect the almost comical amount of coins. Simone realized several of the stranglers were gathered by her shoes, so she lowered herself to assist.

"May's well have four hands to handle all these nickles." She joked to the woman, who seemed frustrated. To Simone's content, she got a snicker in return. 

"Yeah, no kidding." The woman with much curlier hair replied. She had an accent that Simone couldn't quite pinpoint but was gorgeous regardless. 

Once all the coins were split between the two women, they stood in unison and faced each other, locking eyes for the pass-off. It took only a second for Simone to recognize the woman who likely had no idea who she was. 

"Wait, you're Layla El-Faouly." She said as the money exchanged hands. The woman squinted at her for a moment, 

"I'm sorry, have we met?" She asked, confirming her identity but confused about how this random woman would know that. Before Simone could reply, she returned to the cashier and placed her money for her meal on the counter. Simone cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Not officially, no. I'm Dr. Simone Fredrick. We have mutual, uh... friends?" She stated in the form of a question, knowing the word didn't feel quite right in her mouth. Layla turned around again as the man behind the counter went to the warmer for her treat. 

"Indeed we do. I've heard your name but never put a face to it." She responded. Simone wanted to ask how she heard her name, but Layla clarified before the question could leave her lips. "From your involvement with our... mutual friends, as you said." 

"Past involvement." Simone quickly corrected, knowing it was accurate but deeming it didn't quite feel right, just as the word friends didn't. The cashier returned with her to-go bag, and as if Layla had eyes on the back of her head, she swiftly turned to procure it with a chuckle.

"Welcome to the club, party of two." She said in a jokey fashion. The to-go bag told Simone she would be on her way out, so the only thing she could think to do to let the woman be on her way was to order her own meal, being next in line once Layla stepped away and began to leave.

"Hi, I'll have the TBEC on an everything bagel, please," Simone told the cashier. As he punched the order into his system, Layla turned back around.

"Hey, I'll be right over there at that table if you wanna chat for a little bit." She called out to Simone with an extended pointer finger to a corner booth. Simone nodded and paid for her meal, surprised that Layla stuck around to converse with her.

Though the beginning of the conversation was awkward and mostly spent eating, they soon warmed up and spoke in-depth, knowing they related to each other in a way not many others did.

"The bird's in an Asgardian prison," Simone informed Layla, who asked about the moon god in a reserved fashion, unsure of Simone's knowledge of Khonshu. Layla seemed unsurprised by the news.

"Where he belongs." She replied before taking the final bite of her bright green bread. 

"And you can find Mr. Knight pretty easy. The building with all the moons painted on it. His church." Simone emphasized the name and final word with air quotes to poke fun at the changes. Layla thought momentarily, unsure of the name's relation to the conversation, before her eyes widened, knowing that Simone meant Marc. 

"Church? Has he lost his mind entirely?" 

"Not entirely. The other two seem to have a better grip on things than him, though. I haven't had a chance to fully evaluate him. That's someone else's job." Simone explained but only seemed to confuse her woman even more.

"Other... two?" Layla asked.

"Right, you know Steven, but from what I understand, you had a run-in with Jake back in Cairo." 

"The blackouts!" She nearly shouted in realization. 

"Yep, believe it or not, he's very nice. And there might be more crammed into his noggin that I've never had the pleasure of meeting. Last year some astronaut guy came for five minutes, and we never saw him again." There was a bit of laughter followed by a brief silence between them. Simone had tried everything to avoid even so much as thinking about Marc, but here she was. 

"You know, I know that look. You miss him, don't you?" Layla called her out. It was funny to Simone, knowing none of her friends could pinpoint it that well. She hated to admit it, but who better to tell than someone who knows?

"I miss who he was." She told. Layla nodded,

"It gets easier, you know. Once I met Ramone..." The woman paused to pull out her phone and showed Simone her lock screen. It was a cute photo of her and a woman with short pink hair. "Everything got better. Have you met anyone yet?" 

"I have. I gotta say, he does make things easier." 

"Good, you've already done the hardest part."

Before the pair parted ways, Simone took note of the suspicious stranger in the other corner of the bagel shop. He came in shortly after she did, never ordered anything, just sat at the booth with a book but never turned a single page. He kept glancing over, and at first, Simone thought it was because they were being too loud. However, the glancing never stopped, even when they lowered their voices.

Simone assumed she was just paranoid and decided to walk in the direction of Parker Industries to drop in on Miguel, who already gave her express permission to come and see his office anytime and confirmed that he was there. 

It didn't take long for her focus to dwindle to the sound of camera shuttering. At first, she thought she had photobombed somebody, but the sound followed her, which told her someone was on her tail. She quickly whipped around to see the man from the shop, now wearing a baseball cap, a few feet back with a camera in hand.

"Can I help you?" She yelled, which only caused the man to take off at full speed down the sidewalk, nearly smacking into passersby. 

Gotta be one of Mr. Knight's guys. She thought. 

[lacontroller1991]

Hurt (Robby Keene x GN!Reader)

Requested by @skyel0ve: Hey, if you are doing a Cobra Kai fic at the moment could you do a seriously hurt Robby one? Where either Miguel or Johnny hurts him at the school/dojo? It's been on my mind a lot, especially with all the apologies going around.

Author's Note: I've never really written for Robby (I prefer his dad any day) but I hope that this is good and that you enjoy it! Thank you for the request!!!!!

Warnings: SPOILERS for Cobra Kai season 5, blood, dislocated shoulder, cuts, bruises

Main Master List Cobra Kai Master List

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Robby thought that he and Miguel had buried the hatch. He thought that he and Miguel could get along again, but no matter how hard either tried, the slightest thing would light the short fuse that held their tentative relationship together. Robby had considered going to his dad’s apartment, but with Johnny living next door to Miguel and having a new born baby, Robby decided to go to the only place where he would feel safe.

A single knock of the door alerts you to a newcomer as you eye the wooden frame in speculation. It’s 5 pm and you really aren’t expecting any visitors, but nevertheless, you tiptoe to the door, reaching up to look through the peephole only to find a familiar mop of dirty blonde hair. “Robby?” You swing the door open as your eyes widen. It is indeed Robby, but it’s not the Robby you remember. No, this Robby is broken and beaten. Blood stains in different areas of his shirt and pants, a fresh bruise making home on his chin, his eye swollen shut, his lip split, and most notably, his arm in a weird position.  “Robby? What the hell happened to you?” He smiles softly, attempting to raise his arm to wave at you but flinches instead as he looks past you and into your apartment.

“Hey (Y/N). Anybody home?”

“No? I live by myse-” before you could finish, he pushes past you and all but collapses on your couch, blood dripping down from his arm and onto your rug. “Robby, you look hurt. We need to get you to the hospital,” you move to grab your keys and purse but a groan stops you as you look over to where he lays.

“No! Don’t. They’ll call my dad. I don’t need him,” he comments, clutching onto his dislocated arm while you reluctantly set your bag down and kneel at his side. 

“Don’t you think we should probably call him? Or even your mom? Let them know what’s going on?”

“Not like either would care. Mom is too busy with rehab, dad is too busy with his stupid baby,” Robby comments causing your eyes to widen in shock.

“Johnny has a baby now? He can’t even take care of you, let alone a newborn? What the hell? I haven’t seen you in over a year and here you are seriously hurt and on my couch.” Robby looks up at you, green eyes meeting yours before letting his head rest against the arm of the couch. 

“Look, I know it’s been a while, but you are the only person I can trust right now. I didn’t know where else to go,” he admits as you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, absorbing the last 6 minutes. Nodding your head, you disappear out of the room only to reemerge with a first aid kit and some ibuprofen.

“Ok, I don’t know how to fix a dislocated shoulder, but I can put it in a sling. I can also fix up your cuts, but you owe me an explanation as to what happened.” Robby hisses when you pour peroxide onto his wound as he takes the medicine with his good hand, well his better hand despite it still being bruised.

“Miguel and I got into another fight. I thought we hashed it out, but I guess some things can just never die,” he muses as you look at him through your lashes, applying some ointment to his wounds. “I honestly don’t even know what set it off. I didn’t say anything to him before he just started swinging.”

“Is the baby his sibling? If so maybe he’s just frustrated and taking it out on whoever,” Robby rolls his eyes, nodding his head in agreement.

“Yeah, it's probably that. I just think he’s jealous that he’s not the apple of dad’s eye anymore,” you hum in agreement, placing the last bandaid on his skin before sitting back. 

“Maybe. I mean you know they’re super close,” the comment brings a look of disdain to Robby’s eyes before they flutter shut, almost as if releasing the anger from his body. A quietness stills over the two of you before you lean back, gathering the mess and throwing it away. “Either way, you need to go see a doctor, get your shoulder put back into place, and soon or else it’ll make recovery time worse. So how about I take you?” Robby sighs but swings his aching legs off the couch and stands up, using you as a crutch as you guys walk out the door.  “Robby?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time, make sure to kick Miguel’s ass because I do not wanna have to do this again.” He offers you a small smile as he leans into you.

“I’ll remember that.”

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Author's note: Thanks again for the request. I hope you enjoy!!!

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[xpeachesncream]

how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)

summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?

pairing: jjk x reader

genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst

words: ~12.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)

note: one shot title is taken from miguel's song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things--

both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece

i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video

enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺

"Y/N." You picked up Jungkook's call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.

"Yes?"

"Can I nap in your room?"

"The fuck I look like? A hotel?" You snorted.

"Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me." He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're lucky I like you."

"Yesssssssss!" You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. "Be there in a sec."

"You know my doors are always unlocked." Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren't just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.

Sooner or later, you're greeted by a fluffy, black-haired Jungkook, looking like his shit must have air-dried with how wavy and voluminous it was. He swings your door open so aggressively that you jump a bit in your seat, swinging off your headphones like you weren't even expecting him. You watch as he flings himself onto your neatly made bed like he hasn't felt a bed in years.

"Ugh, yes." He moans as he belly flops onto your bed and stays in that position.

"When's your next class, you little baby?"

"In like an hour or so, I don't know." He says sleepily. "Wake me up, please?"

"Sure." You realize it's Wednesday, and he definitely has Ecology lab later at 3:00PM. You figured you'd wake him up by 2:30 just to give him enough time to groggily walk his ass back over to the science building.

You and Jungkook weren't really close before college. It was moreso that you knew of each other since high school because of mutual friends. You'd see him at parties and he'd see you, but it was never more than the casual hi and bye and small talk. Maybe the occasional comments on facebook pages and the likes on pictures on instagram. But foreel, other than that, that's as real as your friendship got for awhile. You didn't mind it though, you were good with your set of friends and he was good with his. A lot of your friends attended the same university as you two and then your groups intertwined even more. 

But, it wasn't until the past couple of months or so where you both unexpectedly got really close - simply just by talking more and being around each other more. You both had similar interests and Jungkook wasn't the most vocal in his group, but with you, he seemed to talk endlessly. He loved comics and he loved raving to you about Marvel and DC superheroes. He loved to draw, and he'd draw you things every now and then - his most recent being you as a scientist superhero saving the world from overgrown malaria-infected mosquito monsters. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you tacked it against your cork board near your desk. Then, small things like that turned to bringing you food or boba, being stuck at the hip where he'd only go to a certain place on campus if you were there; texting each other inside jokes and funny ass tweets all day turned to facetime sleepover calls and then late hangouts eventually turned to actual sleepovers in your bed, where he'd drape his arm around while you both slept but it never escalated into anything more than that in bed. Although he did fucking hate your medium-sized Olaf plushie that took shelter on your bed - he'd always hike it across the room and talk about how annoying he is and how he's always taking his spot. You never understood it, really.

And then soon, it turned to small displays of affection behind closed doors, where Jungkook would hold you close. Hold your hand if you two were in the room watching a show, or movie. Small kisses exchanged. Big kisses exchanged, making out sessions. But, that was literally it. Nothing else. No sex. No pressure. Lots of unspoken feelings, obviously, but you weren't gonna be the one to bring that up. Because you were comfortable, and if anything, you didn't wanna ruin what you guys already had going.

Like, is this a friends with benefits thing? Maybe? Maybe not? It was hard to label it because it's not like you both determined so, it kind of just fell together that way. And there was really no pressure to fuck every single time you got affectionate. It was cute, sweet. And no one really knew it was like that behind doors - possibly your suitemate Kass and her boyfriend, Jimin, but that's only because you shared the dorm suite with her. Jimin was also one of Jungkook's roommates and his really good friend, so whenever they had slept over on the same night, it was pure and utter chaos. But honestly, if Kass and Jimin hadn't been around you two much, they most certainly wouldn't have the idea.

Whatever it was, it was a comfortable closeness that you both experienced and appreciated. However, the both of you were afraid of discussing what this really was, afraid it'll ruin the dynamic. The atmosphere. Having to come to terms of what it might, or might not be. Neither of you can fully admit that you like the other. Although, it got hard. People did lightly tease you two because you both always looked for each other and were stuck by the hip out on campus.

Oh, well. Bottom line is that you liked your relationship where it was at, but it doesn't mean you haven't thought about the what if's. Jungkook was insanely attractive, and it's no lie that girls swarmed him left and right on campus, but he didn't give a shit [either he didn't give a shit or he was dumb as hell?]. Okay, rewind — to be fair, he would have a fling or two, flirt once or twice. He'd tell you so and so was cute and that they've hung out or texted, but that's it. He just wasn't necessarily looking for anything cause he too enjoyed where he was at with everything.

It doesn't take long before Sleeping Beauty is snoring face down on your bed, looking like Patrick Star with the way he's sprawled out. But, you continue to do your work until it was time to wake him. You gently shake him, his puppy eyes looking back at you after being face down all nap.

"Class time."

"No." He groans. "Can't I just stay here with you?"

"No, dude. Get to class." You chuckle. "You already skipped last week."

"Yeah, but this is a new week Y/N."

"Jungkook." You almost say in a scolding manner.

"Fiiiiiiine." He whines as he shoots up and hops off from your bed. "Are you going to our party on Friday?"

"I said I'd think about it right?"

"Yeah, like on Monday. It's Wednesday."

"And I'm still thinking about it." You snort, making him pout.

"Just come for a little bit."

"Why? You know parties aren't my thing and you'll be too drunk anyways. I'll end up wanting to go right the fuck back home as soon as I step outside."

"I'd like to be drunk and have you there. It'll be more fun!" He pouts as he holds your hand and swings it back and forth.

"I mean, to be completely honest, I'll probably end up going because of Kass anyways."

"Because of Kass." He rolls his eyes. "Oooookay. Not because of you, Jungkook, no." He says sarcastically, brows furrowed.

"Ew. You're such a fucking whiner. Leave." You laugh, throwing an empty water bottle at him.

"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?"

"Sure. If you pay." He groans

"Fine. I'll see you later." He puckers up his lips to blow you a kiss, which you automatically reject by giving him a look before turning your attention back to your homework. You were hoping he'd offer to go to In-n-Out because you were craving that #2 with animal fries and a neapolitan shake, plus there was a Target in the same plaza that you wanted to drag him to for new pens and clearance sale shopping. And you wouldn't even warn him about it. He would tag along, no question.

Hoseok stands in front of the mirrors in the studio, pacing back and forth as your dance group learned a couple of 8-counts from this new piece he had been brewing up. Apparently, it was supposed to be a couples piece but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep it that way. He watched to see if this would be better as a group, or if he should stick to his original plans.

Your college dance group was a small group formed by people with pure, genuine interest and love for modern hip hop choreography. Hoseok was the dance lead, with Jimin being the back up lead. The group came together, taught each other pieces, taught workshops for those interested on campus and performed at the various talent shows and productions the school had throughout the year. It was just your group's way of showcasing your talents, something you all purely enjoyed, and it was nice to see the love and support given by the audiences.

"Okay, run that from the top one more time please. We'll take break after, swear." Hoseok chuckles and gives Jimin the cue to start the song back at the starting point. Jungkook makes a funny face at you as he huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath from the last time you went through the counts.

"Ew." You giggle, slightly pushing him aside. Miguel's How Many Drinks begins to blast through the studio speakers, Jungkook doing his best to sing along and match his tone all while focusing on his steps. Once you're done going through the counts, the music continues to play, Jungkook twirling over to you just to sing—

"Cause I ain't leavin' aloneeee, I feel like I could be honest, babe." He spins to your other side. "We both know that we're grown, that's why I wanna knooooow - how many drinks will it take you to leave with meeeeEEeeeE?"

"You can give me all the drinks in the world and I swear I still wouldn't." You snort, making him frown and click his teeth.

"Too bad that's not really how you act when I ask to sleep over, though." Silence as you stick your tongue out at him. Cause, yeah. You really do tell him to sleep over without hesitation. You loved his company, you can’t lie. "Yeah, fraudulent as hell. I never taught you that." He jokes.

"Shut up, Jungkook—"

"Okay!" Hoseok says, clapping his hands. "This'll be a couple piece. I honestly think it'll work better that way, just like I envisioned it. I'll work with the couple to clean this up before the performance, but to whoever isn't casted for this, Jimin still has a piece to teach the rest of you, so don't feel discouraged!" Hoseok chuckles a bit, giving the rest of the group a small smile. "So with that being said - Y/N, Jungkook, I want you two to do this piece."

"Ouuuuuuuu." Jimin teases you from the sidelines, causing you to put up your middle finger.

"We won’t let you down, cap." Jungkook swings his arm around you.

"I'll teach you the rest of the piece next practice so we can start polishing it up and making it clean before the talent show."

"Sounds good with me." You flatly say, even though 100%, you're pretty excited for many reasons. One, you had been wanting to do a solo or couples piece for awhile, and two, your partner was Jungkook. Your best friend, your ride or die, the dude you've spent so much time with and gave your affection to behind closed doors. It made you giddy just thinking about it, even if you'd blatantly lie to his face later on when he'd tease you. And Jungkook felt the same. You missed the way he subtly bit on his bottom lip when you were named his partner, just so he wouldn't smile too big in front of you.

After practice, you egg him on enough to agree to take you to In-N-Out, without hinting at the plan you had drafted out in your head earlier.  The plan that says you're gonna drag his ass to Target afterwards and he had no choice but to come along.

"Y/N, you liar." He groans. "You said you weren't gonna go to Target." He pouts as you follows behind you anyway.

"Kook, I literally just need to get one thing."

"What's the one thing that you couldn't get on your own time?"

"I don't know, I'll have to find out when we get in there." You giggled, causing him to groan again. "Plus, we're here already. Killing two birds with one stone."

"Ah shit, I suppose I can get some bottles for the party."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook, aheh." He mocks your tone and does that really weird and ugly ass laugh that dudes always do when they try to mock girls, however, you ignore it because you've just stepped into Target and bitch, this was Disneyland to you. Heaven. Paradise.

"Hm, what are we drinking on Friday?" He says his text outloud as he follows you around the dollar section where you begin to pick up really unnecessary items that you're probably just gonna store away in or around your desk somewhere.

"Should be holy water because you all need it."

"Mmm, I don't know, I don't think they have that but we can check." He responds ever so seriously, causing you to chuckle.

"How many people are you expecting?"

"Honestly, I don't even know. We said we'd keep it to close friends only. I don't really have any friends, so that's all on them."

"Ah, makes sense as to how the entire class was invited." You fire back sarcastically. "Your upstairs neighbors are really gonna have a blast."

"They're invited too."

"You guys are so dumb." He laughs when you hit him against the chest. After walking a bit, the two of you head towards the alcohol aisle, Jungkook grabbing what his arms will allow him to grab since alcohol is a little cheaper here than other grocery stores. "Isn't there a limit as to how much alcohol you can buy?"

"I don't see anything anywhere." He hauls about 4 big bottles back to the cashiers. "Besides, I'm giving them business compared to Safeway and those other grocery stores."

"Grab the coupon at least, genuis. It could save you some money." You take off the coupons from the three bottles.

He looks down at the coupon attached to the 4th bottle. "Sign up today and get 2% cash back on every bottle you buy." He snorts after reading the coupon outloud. "More like sign up today and get 2% cash back turnt." He looks at you. "This doesn't sound like a coupon, miss. Where's the ‘get 5 dollars off’ bullshit?"

"2% cash back turnt? Really?" You furrow your brows at him and hand the coupons to the cashier. "Here. God, maybe you shouldn't be hosting parties with your roommates."

"Maybe not." He holds his bags, even grabbing onto yours as you both walk out to his car. He turns up the radio, the both of you singing along to the songs coming through. When he pulls up to the lot of Edgehill Village, he parks in someone else's marked spot only because it's technically next to your door and he doesn't anticipate to stay long. But honestly, that never goes as planned. He grabs your bag from the trunk, silently following behind you as you unlock your door to an empty suite - just as you expected. Kass was most likely at Jungkook’s, spending the night with Jimin, and you'd be alone for the night. It didn't matter to you though, the peace and quiet was always nice.

"You sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" You nod.

"Yup. It's kind of nice actually." You lean forward onto your bed since it's raised a little higher than usual with bed risers, and open up your laptop. Jungkook sets your Target bag down and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and on your jawline.

"You sure you don't want me to sleep over? Cuddles sound nice."

"It sounds like you want to."

"Only if you want me to." He nuzzles his head against your neck, waiting for your response.

"Kook, please." You chuckle. "If you wanna sleepover, then go ahead."

"Yesssss! I do."

"Well you need to find parking, or else the person that owns that parking spot will be highly upset."

"You got it, captain. Pull up a movie!" He says, dashing out of your room to move his car. He's most likely going to come back in another 5 minutes, being that the only free parking at this time of night is probably on the other end in the gym's lot, or somewhere on the streets [if he got lucky].

And so that 5 minutes sure does go by before Jungkook is breathing heavily when he walks into your room, duffle bag swung over his shoulder with a big, dorky ass smile on his face.

"I'm back!"

"I see." You snort, still going through the movies.

"Hey, let's run through what Hobi taught us first."

"Ugh, I'm so tired though."

"Cooooome on, just once." He pulls you by the hand, his body pressed against yours as his his other arm wraps around your waist. "Please." His puppy dog eyes look down at you, causing you to push him away because fucking hell, that shit makes you weak. Makes the pussy throb just a lil, you know? Christ.

"Only if you watch 10 Things I Hate About You."

"Sure, I don't mind." He pulls up the song on your laptop. The both of you face the mirror in front of you, careful not to hit each other since you had such limited space to fully move around. Running through it once was a full blown lie, being that you both are doing it for almost 5-6 times before you're laughing at how out of breath you already are. You're so out of it and winded by the last time around that you accidentally hit Jungkook in the face, causing him to whine and stumble off to the side.

"Oh shit!" You laugh. "I'm so sorry, Kookie!" You run over to cup his face. "Are you okay? You good?"

"Shit, Y/N. You have a heavy hand." He keeps his hand against his cheek.

"I'm sorry." You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Jungkook being Jungkook, he looks to the side to have his lips meet yours instead. He picks you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around his torso as he sits you on your bed, your hands still cupping his face. And honestly, you really wanted him. You've always wanted him since this whole thing started. God, he was attractive to you - every little thing about Jungkook was a fucking weakness, but you weren't gonna let up first. Not tonight. The scar on his cheek, his soft, fluffy hair, his toned body, his muscular ass arms, the way he held onto you when you both slept, the way he kissed you.

Lord, he was truly going to be the death of you.

Before the kiss could get any deeper, you smile into it and back away, keeping your gaze on the small, dazed smile Jungkook has on his face.

"Can we watch now?" You ask, subtly biting onto your bottom lip.

"Yeah, good idea."

"Actually, after all that, I need to shower first."

"Can I join?" His eyes light up.

"Sit your ass down. You can go after." You laugh as you hop off the bed, grabbing your pajamas for a quick shower. You literally take 10 minutes, walking back into your room with wet hair and an oversized shirt and shorts underneath. Although you had been completely comfortable with Jungkook, the both of you have never really seen each other fully naked like that. Whenever he slept over, you were both always fully clothed. You've seen him hop out of the shower and come in shirtless, but that's probably about it. You start to brush your teeth as he rummages through his emergency duffle bag full of shit that he holds in the trunk of his car, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into after his shower. You already know his ass is gonna use your shampoo for everything because he loves the smell of it and always talks about how good your hair smells.

While waiting for him, you slip yourself under your covers and pull the laptop closer to you, scrolling through your phone aimlessly to see what's new on instagram. Which, is absolutely nothing, so you let out a dissatisfied sigh.

"Ready!" He comes in, tossing his towel aside and shutting off the lights to crawl into your bed with you.

"You smell just like me." You chuckle.

"It's great, isn't it?"

"Your hair isn't bothering you?" You run your hand through his incredibly wet hair as he shakes his head.

"No, I'll be good."

"Okay." He wraps his arm around you to pull you onto his body, the movie already off to a start. As the movie goes on, you find yourself getting sleep as both of your bodies sink deeper into the sheets, Jungkook still not letting you go. The laptop rests on his belly, while your head is on his chest, his heartbeat the one thing putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He's comfortable, just as you are. He's warm, you're warm. He's content, you're content. You drift off to sleep while he continues to watch, knowing your bodies will be pressed tightly against each other in the morning.

"Kook there's so many fucking people here. The cops are gonna come and shut this down quick." Jungkook shrugs.

"Oh well, wasn't my idea." He snorts. "Shot?!" He hands you a shot that you take with ease, feeling like you aren't drunk enough for all this shit and all these people. "Atta girl."

"Yuck, though." You slightly make a sour face as you feel the warmth trickle down your throat and into your stomach.

"Heeeey, whyyyyy do you look so FaMiliaR?" This girl asks Jungkook in a weird, flirty tone, where every other consonant goes up and down. She's obviously really fucking drunk and out of her mind because for one, she definitely goes to the same school as you two, and she has definitely been in class with Jungkook before.

"Oh uh, my name's Justin Bieber. I used to sing from time to time." He says nonchalantly with you furrowing your forehead at him because what kind of response did he just give her?! What did he just tell her? You're so embarrassed that you slowly turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen as you hear him sing One Less Lonely Girl hella out of tune, with the girl completely smitten over his drunk ass.

"Where's Jungkookie?" Kass asks as she sits on Jimin's lap.

"Over there, pretending to be Justin Bieber apparently."

"Oh, nice. You don't come across that often." Jimin says sarcastically. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, stay here tonight, with Kookie." Kass wiggles her eyebrows, her cheek resting on top of Jimin's head. "It's not like that's anything new."

"Um, I'd rather much be back in the dorm."

"That cold, lonely place? When you could be here, in such a pretty apartment with such a pretty boy?" You shake your head at her.

"Unbelievable." You mutter. Suddenly, an incredibly tall man walks into the apartment, reaching about 6'1 and almost hitting the ceiling with his tall ass. You've never seen him before, but he walks in with Hoseok and Namjoon and for whatever reason, you can't peel your eyes off of him. "Woah, who's that?"

"Who's what?" Jungkook finally comes to your side after being Justin Bieber for a good minute or so, his eyes following yours. Who was he and why were you looking at him so intensely?

"That's Kang! You've never met him?" Jimin says, doing a slight nod to greet him as he passes by. Kang and his fine self looks up at you, a small smirk creeping up at the corner of his lips as he continues through to the kitchen behind Hoseok and Namjoon. "He's a transfer and on the basketball team."

"He's fiiiiine." You and Kass swoon over him a bit, Jungkook giving you a look.

"He's alriiiight. I've seen better."

"Shut up, no one asked you." You lightly punch him on the side, making him lightly groan while Jimin and Kass laugh. The rest of the party, you suddenly have a goal to find out more about Kang and see what he's about because you and Jungkook weren't official. You both didn't really know what this was, but one thing you knew for sure was that it wasn't anything exclusive. You wouldn't bring it up, so wouldn't Jungkook - so was this really something all that meaningful?

Whatever, you didn't wanna keep going in circles about it.

Jungkook fucking hates it though, and he's honestly really jealous that you're suddenly trying to be all cute and woo the new, tall, handsome [but he's not really that fucking handsome to Jungkook for christ's sake] basketball player. Jungkook almost wants to mock his every move and how suav�� he is, almost looking like a try hard with the way he's leaning against the wall and talking to you.

Wait— he's talking to you?! You were literally right next to him 2 seconds ago.

"What the fuck?" He squints, trying to make sure he's actually looking at you.

"You're so full of shit." Jimin laughs.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you just admit that you like her and stop being childish about it?"

"I don't like her. She's just my bestfriend."

"Um, okay?" Jimin snorts. "When you sleep at her place every chance you get and vice versa? When she has a ton of your shirts and hoodies in her own fucking closet? When you always get so affectionate with her in the dorm? Sure, you don't like her."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, you've done it in front of me and Kass before but you both tried playing it off. I don't understand you two."

"Well, I don't like her. She obviously doesn't either with the way she's trying to be all up on him." Jungkook glares at you, his teeth biting the rim of the cup harshly as he brings it to his lips to take a sip.

"Whatever, I'm just saying dude. Probably better to be straight up about it than not."

"Kaaaaaaay." Jungkook responds sarcastically, trying to play off how butthurt he was right now. Cause yeah, he did fucking like you. He was just scared to admit it though because of reasons like this - the fact that you possibly didn't like him back killed him. The fact that you could possibly be using him to feel wanted, needed. It made his stomach turn.

He just really liked you, and god, did he want to be the one in your bed tonight. Whether or not that ended up in sex, whatever. He just wanted to be the one to touch you, be on you.

Meanwhile, Kang was attractive as hell and ouwee, were you feeling him tonight. You were, you really were - except, you could literally feel the holes Jungkook was burning through you from across the room. You'd occasionally glance over due to how distracting it was, Jungkook literally have no shame with eyeing you, almost glaring at you, from across the apartment.

"Is it too forward if I ask for your number already?" Kang licks his lips, his teeth lightly piercing his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

"No." You smirk at him, taking his phone to put your number in.

"We should kick it soon. I'd love to hang out with you and get to know you better."

"Yeah, just let me know when." You blush, until you're suddenly pulled out of your daze by a loud 'ahem,' the loudest throat-clearing you have ever heard in your life. You turn to see Jungkook making his way back over to the shots, knowing damn well he's calling you over. "See you around?" Kang winks before he tips his cup to you and gives you a single nod.

"Sure thing, cutiepie." You bite onto your bottom lip, making your way over to Jungkook at the shot station, instantly pinching his arm.

"What the fuck?"

"Nobody was calling you over." Jungkook smirks.

"Shut the fuck up, yes you were. I know that was you clearing your throat like that."

"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" He blinks cutely, tilting his head to the side. "Besides, why come over here when you're too busy with your man?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Why in the hell would I be jealous, Y/N? Do you." The words sting you, even though part of you still wants to believe that Jungkook may actually like you. All you can do is sigh and brush it off, placing your cup down in front of him as he pours himself another shot. "You sure?"

"Just give me the damn shot." You say, making it your 7th.

And the 7th turns into 8, 8 turns into 9, 9 turns into 10. And at 10, you're pretty fucking drunk even as the party is starting to die down by the time it's close to 2am. All 10 were a good combination of shots and mixed drinks.

10 drinks.

10 drinks is what it took for you to lay in Jungkook's bed at the end of the night, hands tangled in his fluffy hair as your makeout session intensifies by the minute - all due to this sexual tension, frustration, whatever the hell it was brewing between you two after all this time. The both of you are drunk as hell, and it's pretty evident with the way you can still taste the alcohol on his tongue, both sloppily touching up on each other, kisses getting wetter, clothes coming off like there's no tomorrow.

"Wait, are you sure?" Jungkook says, about to unhook your bra.

"Jungkook, god, just fuck me." You plead drunkily, the room spinning around you. He continues to unhook your bra, tossing it across the room where your other clothes lay, peppering kisses along your neck before licking up a stripe to meet your lips again. He hooks his fingers across the band of your panties, tugging them down and letting them get lost within his sheets. You take this as leverage to tug his boxer briefs down, already stroking his hardened member the moment you come into contact with it. The sad thing is that you both are so fucking drunk, you can't even appreciate the fact that you both are naked in front of each other for the first time ever.

You can't even come to terms with the fact that you both are about to fuck each other and cross that boundary completely.

But, hell, what do you care? You were drunk. You got a cute guy's number. You're getting dick at the end of the night.

"Oh shit, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he feels you stroking him. "Need to feel you." He quickly runs his finger down your fold, slipping in two digits to pump them in and out, quickly prepping you for his dick.

"Hnnng--Kook." You bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes shut close momentarily, your head digging deeper into the pillow the more he tries to stretch you out. "Want you inside of me."

"I got you." He says. You almost whine at the loss of contact until you feel his tip poking at your entrance. He slowly continues to slip himself inside of you, Kook letting out a small groan while your mouth was left open, a soundless moan releasing before you hiss and take in all of him. He fills you up so well, so completely. He was so big that you felt full, bloated, with him being inside of you the way he was.

"Ohhhhhgod." You whimper as he starts to steady his pace, the lewd noises of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy filling his room - god forbid if Jimin or their other roommate Yoongi heard this right now. It would be nothing short of pornographic.

"You're so wet. Is that all for me?" He says, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he begins to aggressively thrust into you.

"Y-yes." You whine.

"Say it again."

"All for you, Kook."

"I fucking thought so." He drunkily responds as one hand grips onto your hips tightly, the other in your hair as he digs his head back into the crook of your neck, his tongue messily licking near your jaw before he nibbles onto your earlobe.

"Hmmmmgggh, Jungkook. Fuck." You moan as you start to work your hips upward into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, causing the pleasure to pool quickly within the pit of your stomach. It causes goosebumps to pierce through the surface of your skin, your hands gripping tighter on his hair. "You're-you're gonna make me cum. Faster." You plead. He does just so, hammering into you, the sound of his hips slamming into yours bouncing off of the walls.

"Ahhh—Y/N." He groans.

"Just like that, just like that, just like that!" You repeat, your clit feeling incredibly stimulated by the way it rubs against his skin while he fucks into you. "Oh shit! Jungkook!" You moan loudly, biting his shoulder as you feel yourself trembling hard in his grip, your orgasm taking over your entire body.

"Shit, shit, shit—Y/N, Shiiiit." He says into your neck, followed by more curses and groans as you feel him coat your walls warmly. He stays inside of you until the both of you come back down to normalcy, your breathing becoming more regulated. He slowly slips himself out, plopping next to you on the bed, but doesn't welcome you into his arms.

The night goes on, the both of you sleeping on your own sides of Jungkook's bed, not really saying a word to each other. Because the both of you, although still pretty drunk, are more aware by the time it's over and it's become so clear how fucked up this got.

You were hurt. Completely hurt. Because you didn't expect Jungkook to just fucking ghost you after that night. You wanted to talk about it, maybe come to the conclusion that you two should just distance yourselves from each other to figure this out, even if it would hurt you a lot to do so.

No.

That morning, Jimin and Kass had to take you back to campus because Jungkook had darted out of his room, nowhere to be seen until later that night. The next week or so, there were no texts, no calls. No visiting your dorm, no asking to sleepover.

Nothing.

Just radio silence, white noise, if you will.

The one thing he could come up with was a stupid response to your text when you finally caved and asked what you did wrong mid-week.

Something along the lines of 'what do you want me to say, Y/N? do you want me to force myself to feel a certain way?'

Followed by a 'i'm sorry, fuck. that came out really wrong' even though you thought it came out perfectly fine. You understood loud and clear.

Even though this wasn't really an exclusive thing, or even a 'thing' if we wanna be straight up, you still couldn't help but feel like Jungkook had just dumped your ass with no explanation and you were still waiting for that explanation to come, whether it would or not. And because of this, you started to see Kang, hangout with him more often. He even took you out on a dinner date and you really enjoyed his company. He seemed genuine, caring, supportive - even if a lot of the basketball boys were the complete opposite. He was different, you liked to think.

And so you stand in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, you and Jungkook awkwardly running through the piece with Hoseok watching, confused as to why all of a sudden the two of you have this weird tension going on. It hasn't entirely ruined the couple piece, but it hasn't brought it together, either. The both of you could barely look at each other, barely get into the movements, the emotions behind the motions. Hoseok had to correct a few things, his 'pah pah pah's' echoing in the room constantly with how many times you and Jungkook had to be set straight for your sloppy steps today.

"Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, cause it's not. But can you both please act like you at least like each other or something? What's going on with you two? You aren't normally like this." Hoseok says, coming down to a crouch in front of the mirrors.

"Nothing, we'll do better. Don't worry." You brush off the entire question with your quick response. Jungkook looks at you, his hands on his hips, lightly frowning at how much you're distancing yourself even though he knows its entirely his fault for running from his feelings and not being honest with you.

"Okay, let's do it from the top." The music starts, you getting into the piece without making any eye contact with Jungkook. Even the steps that cause you to be close and near Jungkook, you look anywhere but his eyes, and your touch is light, trying your hardest not to let any feelings pass through the motion. Hoseok is a little more pleased this time around, but it still doesn't sit right with him, so he lets you two take a break while he heads to the other studio to check on Jimin and the rest of the group.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Jungkook, you don't get to ask me that." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, not sure if he should continue on or not.

"Y/N—"

"Save it, and let's just get this over with, okay? I don't wanna be here just as much as you." Your words cut him deep because dear, you have gotten him completely misunderstood and yet, he still can't speak. He still can't talk about his feelings. He still can't save this even though he wants to, even though he loathes seeing you the way you are with Kang.

"I never said—"

"Kay, ready? Let's run this full out and make it a good one so we can call it for today." Hoseok says, clapping his hands to hype you two up somehow. The music starts and you're finally able to get into the steps. The emotions. And god, it's only because you're so hurt by your own bestfriend. You're hurt that he fucked you so good, and then dipped. You're hurt that he couldn't even face you the day after. You're hurt that after all this time, he made it seem like you still didn't matter enough - at least enough for an explanation, for some kind of reasoning, conversation, behind what just went down between the both of you. Between what has been going down between the both of you.

Besides the stupid ass responses he gave you through text.

You get so into your feelings that you don't even realize you're tearing up by the time the piece is over, and Jungkook catches it even though you face away from him as soon as the music cuts out.

"Nice, okay! That was so much better! Let's pick it up next session, yeah? We'll keep cleaning it up. Thanks guys!" Hoseok says. You immediately head towards the wall, grabbing your things to avoid any confrontation from Jungkook, but he grabs your arm as soon as you slip through the door.

"Y/N, wait. Stop."

"Let me go." You yank your arm from his grip.

"Why are you crying?" He stops in front of you, his hands placed on your arms to prevent you from moving any further.

"I'm not." You blatantly lie while you aggressively wipe away the stragglers coming down.

"Really? Just gonna lie like that?"

"Why do you care? You haven't said shit to me all week." You snap back, and Jungkook is taken aback from the tone in your voice. You remove his hands from your arms, and take one last look at him before shaking your head and walking off.

Next mistake? He doesn't come after you.

This was a waste of fucking time. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you hurt like this.

You let out a deep sigh before clutching onto your things and walking back to your dorm. The walk from the gym/fitness center was damn near on the other end of campus compared to your dorm. It would be a good 10 minute walk if you really took your time. A good 10 minutes to ponder on your thoughts.

Yes, you liked Jungkook. You really liked him. Having sex with him solidified those feelings even more. How could you not have feelings for your bestfriend after all the moments you've shared? Was it your fault for assuming that? Was it your fault for walking through that door when it seemed to be completely open for you?

"Sup." Kang comes out of nowhere, pulling you out of your thoughts. He swings his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to his body.  "Just got out of practice?"

"Sure did." You give him a toothless smile. Yes, he was attractive as hell. He always will be. But, even with the time you spent together, the date he took you on, he still couldn't make you feel the way Jungkook has been able to make you feel.

"How was it?"

"Um, it was alright. Nothing new really, just cleaning up the piece before the show. You're going right?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He smiles down at you. "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but there's another party tonight."

"A party? It's Wednesday." You snort.

"Yeah, I mean, one of the boys on the Lacrosse team is throwing it at his family house because his parents will be gone. Wanna come? I'll pick you up. We don't have to stay for long." You looked at your watch.

"What time is it at?"

"Like 9ish?" Enough time for you to shower and get a quick dinner in your belly. Why the hell not? You were caught up for the week. You didn't have any pressing assignments that were due asap.

"Sure. I'll come."

"Cool. See you later then?" He says, about to part ways with you. You simply give him a nod before walking deeper into Edgehill village. You hoped you wouldn't regret this tonight, and you really hoped he meant it when he said you two didn't have to stay for long. You drag yourself into your room, seeing Kass' door wide open, revealing her packing up her duffle bag.

"Hey, where are you headed during the middle of the week?"

"My two classes got cancelled for tomorrow so me and Jiminie are heading out for a mini getaway for our anniversary." You cross your arms and smile. "He's just gonna catch up on shit when we get back I guess." She laughs.

"That sounds cute. I hope you have loads of fun this weekend, babe."

"What are you gonna do?" Kass and Jimin were obviously aware of everything happening between you and Jungkook being that they had to be the ones to take you home. They never pressed on it though, knowing you both were still pretty upset about how things were playing out. They figured you two would eventually work it out, but until then, they would just sit back and keep their mouths shut. You two were being completely stubborn, but it wasn't their relationship to fix.

"Well, there's this party Kang wants to take me to tonight."

"The Lacrosse party? Messy." She laughs. "Be careful, but also have fun, yeah? I still don’t know if I trust him.”

"Yeah I know."

"Tell me how it goes!"

"I will." You wave her off as you head into your room and shut the door. You figured you would just grab dinner on campus to avoid spending more money than you should; after all, dinner seemed to be pretty bomb tonight. You didn't mind going alone, sometimes Namjoon would join you, asking for you to bring him a plate of food while he does the hard job of sneaking inside the cafeteria through the back door. He usually waits for you at a free table and ends up staying there to have dinner with you, updating you on how life has been, how school has been. Sometimes Hoseok would join you, too. Either way, you didn't mind if no one joined. It was nice to have dinner by yourself from time to time.

You get there on time to be able to grab some food, eat quietly and head out before the cafeteria gets way too busy for your liking. You slip into the shower and throw on a mini skirt, a crop top and a denim jacket, lightly fluffing your hair in the mirror and adding a dab of lip gloss to your lips before Kang is calling you to tell you he's outside your dorm. He's wearing something similar to your color palette, however, you don't make much out of it since this also wasn't really an exclusive thing and you sure as hell weren't going around telling people you and Kang had a thing going on.

To him, you two might be a thing. You've definitely overheard people talking about you two in passing.

To you though, you two definitely weren't. And it was a big fuck you to Jungkook for that.

The house is packed from end to end already, and you're surprised being that it has barely hit 10 minutes since the party was expected to take off. Kang is having to park down the hill, allowing you to hop onto his back for a quick piggy back ride up until you reach the front of the house. There's people already fucked up out on the lawn [you figured they fucked themselves over during their pre-game session cause that shit really happens from time to time], either laying there drunkily or yacking on a free patch of grass.

Gross.

Messy, indeed.

Some people are posted, smoking blunts and offering it to people who were passing by. You and Kang both pass up on it, the idea of not knowing where it has been not sitting right with you. You both head straight to the bottles, taking shots and downing mixed drinks to chase it with so that you can catch up with majority of the crowd. Kang has his arm around your shoulder throughout the night, keeping you close to him, even when he's getting pretty drunk. You realize he's a little more handsy than usual, a little more touchy than you expected him to be. It doesn't bother you for a minute, until he really tries to hike up your skirt while you sit on his lap. You gently shoo his hand away, playing it off while he nuzzles his head against your neck.

"Let's go upstairs, babe." He says, the pet name sounding incredibly off coming from him. Maybe you were drunk, maybe you really just weren't in the mood. It just didn't sound cute, if that even makes sense?

"Okay." You respond stupidly, not wanting to cause a scene at a lacrosse party. You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads the way up the stairs, eyeing the doors as they come into view. He leans forward towards each door, making sure it's clear before opening it. You assume he finally finds one that he's satisfied with when you catch the small smirk that grows at the corner of his lips when he turns the door knob and brings you inside. He pulls you into a deep, rough kiss, one that doesn't even allow you to breathe and process what the fuck is even going on. You can't get into it for the life of you, no matter how hard you try to back away. "Wait, wait."

"What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" He says, kissing down your neck as he drops his jacket to the floor. He gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands traveling up your skirt as you lay there trying to push him off.

"Wait, stop." He doesn't listen. He continues until his hands are literally hooking onto your panties, his finger swiping down your clothed folds. You try fighting him off, but he's way stronger than you. He continues to be aggressive, forcefully trying to shove your panties down until you muster up all the energy you have to finally push him off of you completely. "Stop!"

"What the fuck? I thought you wanted this?"

"Who the hell said that?"

"Are you serious? The way that you're dressed and the way that you look at me. The way you approached me at your friend's party - isn't it all because of this? Because you wanted me? Why are you backing out now?"

"Jesus, get over yourself." You stand, fixing your skirt back down. He furrows his brows at you before his hand grips your arm tightly, shoving you against the wall.

"The fuck, you can't just leave without giving me anything. I brought you here to this party."

"Let me go! You're fucking sick. No one even told you I wanted this to go down. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get yourself together and stop assuming every pussy is yours to take." He attempts to pin you, his hand holding up both of your hands against the wall while the other tries to pull up your skirt. Someone accidentally opens the door, distracting him and giving you leverage to shove him off and get the fuck away. You dart down the steps, fixing your skirt as you head outside and away from the house.

Fuck, you're far from campus. And Kass and Jimin aren't around.

God.

You groan and run your hand through your hair as you continue to walk down the hill and into the neighborhood to get as far away as possible from that house and that gross ass dude. He was literally just like the rest of the basketball team. You've heard stories and they weren't nice. Looks like he was trained well already, and that shit was sad. What a waste. A beautiful human being with such a nasty, sick mindset. You hoped other girls hadn't fallen for his shit.

Ugh, it sends shivers down your spine. Bad shivers.

"Hello? Y/N?"

"Kook, can you come pick me up please?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?"

"I'll drop my location. Please hurry." You say, looking back to make sure your coast was clear. You drop the pin into your text thread with Jungkook and sit on the curb until his arrival. It's getting pretty chilly out, and the denim jacket you're wearing fails to provide you with the warmth you're looking for. Sooner or later, Jungkook is pulling up, damn near hopping out before he can shift the gear into park.

"You okay? What happened?" He says, opening the door for you before rushing over to the driver's seat.

"Nothing, can we just go back to your place?" He nods silently, and doesn't press any further after hearing your tone. He watches from his peripherals how you fiddle with your fingers and constantly reach to pull your skirt down even though he doesn't think there's any other way you could pull it down even more. He watches as he parks the car on the curb in front of his apartment how you simply undo your seatbelt and hop out to walk straight into his apartment. He watches as you welcome yourself into his closet and pick out some clothes for you to change in.

You were hurt, and his blood boils thinking about who could've done this and what they could have possibly done.

I mean, no. He knows who did this, but the question was what exactly did he try?

He hears the shower turn on, then quickly get turned off after a good 5 minutes. You had stepped in for a quick body shower, using Jungkook's bodywash just to rid yourself of feeling gross. Feeling gross from being shoulder to shoulder all night long, people breathing down your neck. Kang touching you inappropriately. You slip into Jungkook's clothes, his scent wrapping around you entirely. When you head back into the room, Jungkook has his headset back on as he faces his computer, logging back onto his game of League of Legends. You silently toss your dirty clothes to the side of his room, making a mental note to grab it tomorrow morning and toss it straight into the laundry.

Straight into a fire, perhaps. But you loved those clothes so much, it was unfortunate it'd have such a horrible memory to go with it.

Jungkook slowly removes his headset again and removes himself from his game before he heads over and sits on the edge of his bed. You simply look at him, pursing your lips tightly together to prevent yourself from crying.

But he can tell.

"What happened Y/N?" The question triggers you, making you cry into your hands as he sits there, dumbfounded and worried at how he can fix this and make you feel better. "Look, you don't have to tell me all the details but please tell me how I can help. At least tell me if I need to beat Kang's ass." He says, pulling you into his arms.

"He tried to fucking take advantage of me." You mumble as you remove your face from your hands.

"He did what?" He manages to ask even though he has a hard time swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He already assumed you had placed him in the same category as Kang even though he never intended to take advantage of you. He really took that night as something special [even drunk], and he never meant to make you feel like you were a used object. Not like Kang.

"He-he," You sniffed. "He tried to force me into having sex with him. He took me upstairs at that lacrosse guy's party or whoever the hell it even was, and he started to aggressively kiss me. And then he tried to force my panties down and touch me there, and—"

"Okay, please don't go on or else I'll literally go over there and tear his ass apart right now. I promise you." He says sternly, his jaw clenching tightly. "God, fuck. I'm so sorry Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf but fuck, you didn't deserve that." He uses his sweater to wipe your tears.

"I don't even know why I'm crying, this shit isn't even worth it." You groaned. "It's just overwhelming to process, I guess."

"That's okay." He says, letting out a sigh as he brushes his hand through your hair and continues to wipe the stragglers falling from your eyes. "Anything I can get you right now?"

"No, I'm probably just gonna go to bed." He nods. "Thank you for picking me up."

"Of course. You know I'll always be there." He says. You slip yourself into his sheets, watching as he makes his way back to his desk. But fuck, the only thing you needed right now was him. You didn't want this distance anymore, and you just wanted to be comforted in true Jungkook fashion.

"Wait."

"Hm?" He hums as he has a hand placed on the  head of his chair while he turns to you.

"Can you just lay with me?"

"Yeah." He says, shutting off his computer before making his way over to you in the dark. You feel him slip in next to you, his arm snaking around your shoulders so he can pull you close and onto his chest. "Better?"

"Yeah." You say, shutting your eyes as you listen to his heart beat.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"I never meant to take advantage of you, or make you feel like I used you that one night." Silence. "It was dumb of me, but I just— I had trouble coming to terms with my feelings. I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, but I thought fuck it, at least you would know, right?"

"What are you talking about, Kook?" You ask, close to a whisper.

"I'm saying that I really fucking like you, Y/N. No, that's not right." He curses himself. "I-I uh, I'm in love with you. And I don't know if I messed this up already with the way I acted, god I hope not, but you at least deserve to know that I truly do value you and that you mean alot to me. That night, even though we were pretty plastered, it meant a lot to me. It was more than just sex and I'm sure you felt that too." He waits for your response as his fingers rake through your hair. "Please say something, anything."

"I feel the same way, Jungkook. You're an idiot for running off, but I couldn't even stay mad at you. You just know how to hit my soft spots and I can never say no to it. Can never turn my back on it." He presses a kiss against the top of your head.

"Fuck, I'm really glad to hear that cause I don't know what I would have done besides cry if you rejected me." You playfully hit his chest.

"You're annoying." You jokingly say as you chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you."

"It's okay." You look up to press your lips against his before laying back down.

"And Kang better be fucking glad you're pressed against my body right now because I'm still looking to beat his ass."

"He's not even worth it." Is the last thing you say before you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep, in the comfort of Jungkook's arms.

"You two feeling okay? Nervous?" You and Jungkook shake your heads. "Good, you guys got this. You've been looking amazing during practice, the audience will love you two, no doubt. Just remember to show emotions through expressions and hit every beat sharply." Hoseok nods in unison with the both of you.

"Got it, thanks Hobi." You smile at him toothlessly. You and Jungkook patiently waited for your turn backstage, the talent show already off to a wild and fun start. So many students came by to showcase their talents - from beatboxing, open mic, freestyling [like Yoongi did], dancing, singing, you name it. It was always a fun time at the talent show, and it was always nice to see people getting love for the shit they loved to do.

"You're up next." Hoseok says. "I'll be in the front row. Kick ass and have fun!" He says as he rushes off towards the opposite end to head back out to his seat in the theater.

"Ready?" Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take.

"I think so." You playfully respond as the backstage crew is rushing out the previous talent and rushing you two in to take your places on stage. The lights pick up as soon as the music starts, Kang's big ass head already in full view for you. He's definitely not smiling, no, he has a look of pure disgust because he simply couldn't get what he wanted from you.

And boy, who's fault was that? Not yours, no sir. It was his fault for thinking he had it like that.

But anyways, you're feeling the music, you're feeling the piece because you're dancing with your bestfriend and there wasn't this grey area anymore. It was easier to get into the motions, to get into the feeling, especially when things felt right between the two of you.

And God, what else is more attractive than Jeon Jungkook hitting his 8 counts so smoothly, with just enough umph to make it pop but make it pop cleanly.

Yo, please. I beg. Send some help. You could literally melt on stage.

The moments where Jungkook has to be close to you, where he has to touch you - you let him, and you touch him with meaning. You don't stray away this time because you have no reason to. The crowd is cheering, lots of 'ou's' and 'aw's' erupting from various places in the theater.

"Pretty lady." Jungkook whispers in your ear as the move requires his hands to be placed on your hips for a quick moment. You hear him slightly singing along to the song as he parts from you, causing you to blush.

Sooner or later, the couple piece is over and the song is transitioning to Jimin's piece, you and Jungkook rushing off the stage so the next group can take their positions. Jimin wanted to test his limits, creating a piece a little different than his usual taste - Chris Brown's Came to Do begins blaring through the theater speakers. You immediately jump into Jungkook's arms once you both reach backstage, the both of you immensely happy and pumped that you got through the piece without messing up one step or beat. It went so smoothly that Hoseok was standing in the front row, clapping and cheering in typical Hoseok fashion. You intertwine your fingers with his, slipping through the side door to catch Jimin's piece on stage. You and Jungkook are cheering them on, always impressed by the shit your friends can come up with. You both loved dancing, but you couldn't even imagine coming up with your own pieces to teach people.

That night after the show, everyone heads to a nearby restaurant for dinner with everyone. You all take up almost an entire section of the restaurant, splitting two long tables to accommodate the entire group with doubled the waitresses to take your orders. You settle for water, splitting an abnormally huge and filled deep dish pizza with Jimin, Kass and Jungkook. It was a good day, a good night, everyone at the table happily eating and chatting it up over dinner. You turn down any drinks because to be honest, drinks lowkey make you queasy just from the thought of how much you drank at Jungkook's apartment, plus the added bonus of that party Kang took you to. Jungkook declines as well, knowing he has to drive you back safely.

Jimin and Kass head back to the apartment because Yoongi says he's gonna hang out with Joon And Hoseok for a bit, and they warn you and Jungkook that things may get loud so the both of you decide to really stick to the plan of bringing you back to the dorm. Jungkook does his usual routine of dropping you off first before finding parking around campus. You hop in the shower and come out in Jungkook's oversized crewneck that he left in your closet, forgoing the shorts because you certainly thing that at this point, he'd love to see you in his sweater and panties.

And he does. He smiles as he pulls you close, his hands traveling up your sweater, only to find out that you literally don't have shit on besides some cute little boyshorts. He feels himself hardening in his pants quick because he's incredibly attracted to you and everything about you, always has been, always will be.

"You did amazing tonight." He says, gently kissing your forehead.

"You did too, partner." He gives you a slightly shocked look.

"Is that all I am to you? Your dance partner?"

"Yeah, why? Were you expecting more?" You joke as you smile up at him.

"Yeah, I was."

"Oh?" He gently swoops you up into his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he sits you on the bed, his hands resting on your thighs while you continued to hold him around the neck. "Care to tell me what you were expecting?"

"Well, you know, my best friend—" He presses a kiss against your lips, thumbs gently rubbing circles against your hips. "My girlfriend."

"Hm, say that again?" Your fingers are gently playing with the ends of his hair, your lips barely grazing his.

"My girlfriend." He says closed to a whisper, kissing you softly. The kiss deepens quick, Jungkook's tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to take it further. You gladly take it and let him in, your tongues instantly fighting for dominance. Your fingers travel up his hair, tugging ever so slightly just to let him know you want more. That you need more.

And he gets that.

His fingers hook onto the band of your boyshorts, tugging them down and letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor. He breaks the kiss momentarily, his brown, puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours.

"Hey." He says, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Hm?"

"I know I said the last time was special, and it was. It is." He corrects himself. "But, I wanna do right by you this time around. So, is it okay if I keep going? Are you comfortable?" He asks properly, since the two of you are both sober and perfectly coherent, aware of your surroundings and the fact that you'll be seeing each other fully naked in a few minutes.

"Yes." You respond. "Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you. This." He simply nods, bringing his lips back onto yours. His hands climb up your sweater and gently gives your breasts a good squeeze, earning a small moan from the both of you. His other hand begins to travel down to your pussy, two long fingers slowly probing your entrance and causing your breathing to hitch.

"You okay?" He asks lowly. You nod, biting onto your bottom lip as you tilt your head back and rest on your hands, no longer able to keep up with the kiss due to all the pleasure starting to pile up deep in your core. Jungkook starts of slow, his head now buried into the crook of your neck as he works his digits upward, tickling at the right spot.

"Ohhhh, Kook." You mewl as his tongue swipes across the surface of your neck, biting gently beneath your jaw. He begins to pick up the pace, the sounds of him finger fucking you filling up the room entirely.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groans into your neck.

"I'm gonna cum." You whine, teeth almost piercing through your bottom lip in between your whimpers.

"Need to taste you." He removes his fingers and sinks down in between your thighs, gripping onto them and pulling you just a teensy bit more off the edge of the bed so he can get a good angle. The sight of his eyes looking up at you in between your legs is to die for, and the sight alone is enough to make you cum. But, you hold on, you ride out for a little longer - feeling Jungkook's tongue swipe in and out of your folds before he's sucking endlessly on your clit.

"Ahhh, fuck, wait, Jungkook!" He slightly smiles while eating you out, signaling that he's not stopping even if you beg him to. "Hnnng—shit!" You moan loudly as you feel yourself toppling over the edge, your body shaking in Jungkook's grip. You twitch every time he continues to suck gently on your sensitive nub, letting you ride out the rest of your high. He comes back up to your lips, the taste of your own cum lingering on it as you kiss him deeply.

"You taste so good." He says, back to twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

"Wanna feel you." You fiddle with his jeans, undoing his belt and sliding the rest down as much as you could. Jungkook gets out of his shirt and tosses it aside before helping get the sweater above your head. His eyes glow at the sight of your bare body in front of him, wanting to do nothing but please you and please you well.

"God, you're so perfect." He places kisses down your collarbone, to the surface of your breasts before quickly swirling his tongue around your perked buds. You moan as you tug down onto his boxer briefs, immediately stroking his hardened member while he tended to you. Jungkook was a fucking beauty himself - his soft hair, his perfectly toned body, his long 'thick in all the right places' dick.

"Please." You plead. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, causing Jungkook's breathing to hitch when you slightly tighten your grip at the base of his shaft. He gently pushes your hand aside to take over, lining himself up at your entrance. He inserts the tip, watching your eyes roll to the back of the head as he slowly sinks into you.

"Mmmmmgod." He moans. "So tight for me, baby. So fucking wet and tight." He repeats, close to a growl. Your moaning begins to pick up, matching the pace of his thrusting. You're still on the edge of the bed, Jungkook keeping you steady by gripping your thighs tightly. He marvels at the sight of your titties bouncing up and down with every thrust, hissing and shutting his eyes momentarily to keep himself grounded and to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Cause god, he can literally blow any second now.

"Jungggggkooook, yessssss!" You moan loudly, whining even at this point with how good he feels fucking into you at such a fast pace. You're feeling slightly sore already from him hammering into you, but nonetheless, it builds more pleasure for you and you want nothing but to reach your high again. "I-I'm coming!" Jungkook moans in unison with you when he feels your walls pulsating against his cock.

"Such a good girl for me." He says, slowing his pace. The creamy sounds of Jungkook's cock slipping inside and out is music to the both of your ears. He finally gains the courage to remove himself, sitting next to your spot on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap. You swing a leg over, your hands resting on the nape of his neck while you sink yourself lower onto his length. Your mouth opens to let out a moan, but the best you can do is let out a hiss. It feels too fucking good that you can't even process it thoroughly. Jungkook pushes your lips down onto his by grabbing your neck, his other hand guiding the movement of your hips as you roll into him.

"Mmmggg—Jungkook." You whimper in between kisses. "You feel so fucking good, god. You're gonna make me cum again."

"Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over me. It's yours." He grunts, his hands guiding you to work him faster. Your movements are getting sloppier, and you feel your wetness starting to coat his pelvis. He doesn't give a fuck though, and neither do you. This shit feels too good for you to worry about the mess you're making on him.

"Cum with me please." He moans at the sound of you whispering into his ear.

"Faster, baby." He says, almost making you cry at how awfully close you are to unraveling. You tug onto his hair, your head buried deep into his neck as you try and suck onto the surface, trying to find an outlet, some kind of release, until you let go. You suck harshly as you coat his cock with your cum, leaving a purple mark right at the base of his neck. You continue to ride out your high, rolling your hips sloppily as Jungkook finally lets himself go, his moan bouncing off of your walls as his seed fills you up warmly.

You stay in your position, slowly raising your head to cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply once more.

"Fuck, I love you." He says slightly pulling away.

"I love you too." You giggle.

"Didn't actually need any drinks to do this now, did we?" Jungkook jokes, softly pinching your hip.

"Shut up."

"Damn, you both couldn't even at least try to be quiet?!" Jimin yells from outside the door.

[sakiyo]

━ # ONE A.M EYELINER | suna rintaro

+ pairings: suna rintaro/reader

+ tags: best friends 2 lovers, suna being a pretty mf, mutual pining, uni!au.

+ warnings: none

+ word count: 2.2k

+ summary: suna rintaro has never let you do his eyeliner, simply because he’s afraid to let you get too close.

+ listening to: FLESH by miguel & A Warm Touch of Light by Isabella LeVan

+ note: nothing but me rambling on about how pretty suna’s eyes are and how they’re pretty enough to deserve a whole fic dedicated to them. dedicated to my dom @kiyoomae​ i hope you enjoy babe because i finished this shitty fic for you <3.

“i could get hypothermia if i go out there, you know.”

working with suna always ended up the same way, there was no doubt about it. by the time that the clock plastered on your wall hit twelve-forty five a.m, the project was finished, but completely half assed as a result of neither of you paying enough attention during lectures to actually know what to do. yet, somehow, the same desultory assignment would always receive an undeserving ‘A-plus’. mostly because your professor never cared to actually observe the material, as long as it was in, it was good enough for him. [but you would grade it a solid 64 percent]

there's one variable that’s different today; it’s raining. it’s one a.m and it’s raining, and suna decided that it would be a sublime idea to walk to your apartment today, of all days. [as much as you encourage him to do so, he still never checks the weather]. the disruption in your routine was anything but an easy adjustment. and as much as you wanted to kick him out, the rain was growing heavier and heavier and—

“okay fine! you can crash for the night!” 

he smiled, unaware of the fact that you would have said yes to him either way.

+++

you can’t help but notice that suna has pretty eyes.

honestly, you picked up on his bizarrely unique vulpine-like eyes years ago, when you had first met him. but now, as you sit on the couch that occupies the majority of your compact living room, you’re drawn back to them.

its an odd thought to think about your best friend at one in the morning. 

but...he’s admittedly pretty.

you think back to a random fact you learned in the biology course you took in your third year of highschool; you grow into your eyes. never in your life did you believe that such a miniscule piece of information would find its way back into your mind two years later, and because of suna no less.

it’s one a.m and your legs are situated in his lap, his fingers deftly toying with the tip of the anklet he bought you for your sixteenth birthday [he doesn’t believe that you still wear it, even after all the passed time], 

but you’re still fixated on his eyes.

if it was even possible, the creases accented them further, like each line was strategically placed to lure one’s undivided attention to them. it’s funny though, because suna was never fond of attention. [which was also why seven year old rin never took a liking to overly-exertive you.

you still share a laugh with him thinking back to your rock hard resolve as a child and his burning desire to stay away from you. 

it’s funny how easily time changes things.]

you almost feel like you’re dreaming as you watch his eyelids ghost over, his glassy skin reflecting the coral tint of the cheap ceiling light. but you’re not dreaming, he’s right there, in all his ignorant glory. suna doesn’t notice your residual gaze, he’s fixated on the ‘NBA playoffs highlights’ video streaming on his instagram feed. yet you feel creepy, overanalyzing him like this.

but you allow your mind to wander, just a bit.

“hey, rintaro?” you lightly dig your heel into his thigh. 

it’s merely a sporadic case of wishful thinking. you’ve known suna rintaro for many years, which was more than enough time to figure out his complex personality.

and if there’s one thing he never allowed you to do, it was his eyeliner.

six times. 

you had asked to apply the liquid to his eyes six times, and each time you had received the same answer. a simple no. he doesn’t say ‘no’ with malice, though. no...the last thing he would want is you thinking that he just hated you enough to constantly reject your proposals.

suna hums quietly, shifting to meet your gaze. “yeah?” 

he still thinks you haven’t caught on, but you picked up on his tendency to immediately drop his phone in a reflex to hearing your voice a while back— you like it.

“do you think,” you shift your legs from the comfort of his lap and move your body closer to him, “i could do your eyeliner?”

your question doesn’t register.

instead, suna’s hyper fixated on the inching proximity between you two— he doesn’t like it. it’s one a.m and you’re moving one couch cushion closer, your knee is brushing against his thigh, has your skin always been this cold? he can barely focus, but he still hears the droplets of rain assaulting the window and roofs, they’re getting louder and louder and—

“suna? did you hear me?” your voice is accompanied with slight confusion. 

you narrow your eyes as he blinks out of his trance. you’re not shocked though— his tendencies to space out were never limited to lectures alone. “wha?”

your shoulder rests against his, and he swears he feels his heart cease its rhythmic palpitations for a fraction of a second.

[no you idiot, that’s just your regular heartbeat.]

there’s apprehension in your voice, “can i...do your eyeliner…?” suna is a relatively simple man, the worst he can say is no, but you want a yes this time around. 

“i’ve already said—” 

suna’s breath hitches, as if his words are lodged at the back of his throat. your fingers grip onto the peak of his broad shoulders. [you’d rather die than admit it, but you always loved when he’d roll them back and inconspicuously stretch his neck]

suna stares at you squarely in the face. he can feel the outline of your fingernails lightly tacking into his skin. shit, he’s dreaming. his eyes shift around the room, it’s still one a.m, and he can’t get any words out of his mouth.

speak, speak, SPEAK—

you beat him to it.

“before you say no!” your voice rises as you try to appeal. “i’m letting you crash at my place for the night, i deserve a payment.” your words come out as more of a jumbled mess than a proper sentence. subconsciously, you take your bottom lip between your thumb and index fingers, biting it every now and then. suna lifts a brow at your familiar mannerisms— he likes to think he knows you better than anyone else, and he knows that you toy with your bottom lip before taking a test, receiving a report card, or going in for a job interview.

are you nervous?

he sighs.

“fine…” he whispers softly. suna doesn’t exactly know if he should regret agreeing to your question, but he doesn’t miss the way your eyes visibly light up when he does.

you look pretty. 

+++

he regrets it.

it’s one a.m and you’re situated on his lap, straddling him innocently as you dab the brush into the bottle of ebony ink. suna can’t help but feel like a putty in your hands, the same ones that gently grip his jaw to hold it in place. 

he’s still not sure how old he was when your touches started to feel like fire.

suna feels trapped, he IS trapped. between your legs, between your soft body and the tender cushion, between the thin line of friendship and-

he should stop.

[he still can’t believe he’s doing this]

“would you like thin, or thick eyeliner, rin?”

has his name always rolled off your tongue so effortlessly?

“thin, like yours.”

you hum with content, looking him over with a small smile etched onto your face. he doesn’t understand how you can keep eye contact with him so easily, especially while you’re moving closer and closer to his chest. 

he holds his breath as you exhale. he can still smell the lingering scent of peppermint from the gum you were chewing minutes before– usually he can’t stand it, but right now it feels like home. suna knows his eyes shouldn’t be trailing down to your cherry balm stained lips, and he knows that his chest shouldn’t swell at the sight of you wearing his old bleach stained t-shirt that stretched past your shorts.

suna knows that he’s not supposed to see his best friend in that light; so why is it all that he can think about?

“close your eyes for me please?”

he really doesn’t want to, afraid that if he opens them back up again, you’ll be gone and he’ll be in his bed [he still believes that he’s dreaming]. but he knows that he’d rather dance with the devil [the twins] than say no to you, so he complies.

you hum a light tune to yourself as you bring the fine-tipped brush to the edge of his eye. as the pen glides across his skin, suna can’t help but flinch at the intrusive feeling. instinctively, his hand darts up to hold your wrist, stopping you from drawing any further.

“that feels weird.” he can’t see, but he can feel the smile tugging at your lips.

“you’ll get used to it in a bit, rin.”

it’s weird, best friends don’t usually sit in each other’s lap with less than five inches of breathing room between each other. what if he were to do this with one of the twins–

that’s a disturbing thought. he immediately forgets about it. he shifts in discomfort mid-stroke, making your hand slip.

you groan in frustration; it’s at times like this that you can’t stand suna.

“stop moving! you made it smudge!” you lightly smack his chest [though, it’s just a pitiful excuse to touch him].

“sorry, sorry.” your giggles die down as you clean up the line, and suna quickly goes back to overthinking. 

tik

the rain is still pouring.

tok

he counts that you breathe twice every ten seconds.

tik

you’re getting closer to his chest. 

tok

he can still smell the leftover pizza on the coffee table from today’s takeout.

tik

the gel feels kind of nice now.

tok

its one a.m and suna’s falling in love with–

“earth to suna?” you huff as you lightly tap his shoulder, “don’t tell me that you’ve fallen asleep on me.” it’s quite funny to him when you say that; you’re actually what keeps him up at night.

you lean back as he opens his eyes, looking at the eyeliner from afar. you can’t help but get a bit jealous– even without trying, suna had always managed to look perfect. 

you’re so caught up that you don’t notice yourself starting to slip.

“watch out.” his hand slips around your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

it’s one a.m and your hands are back on his shoulders. you know that your eyes shouldn’t be on his slightly chapped lips, and you know that you shouldn’t want to throw the hoodie adorning his body somewhere across the room. 

inhale

his hands are still around your waist.

exhale 

you watch as his tongue ghosts over his lips to wet them.

inhale 

you can smell the residual scent of the same cinnamon cologne you got him for a ‘secret santa’ event between your friend group.

exhale 

sometimes, you forget that you’re just friends.

inhale

has suna always been this attractive?

exhale 

the tipped over bottle of eyeliner is spilling onto your clothes.

inhale 

how would his lips feel against–

“wanna kiss you.” the hesitation in suna’s voice is clear. he knows better than anyone that best friends shouldn’t want to kiss each other. his heart is racing. when your eyes widen in surprise he wants nothing more than to push you off of him and leave without saying goodbye– but he’s already said it. 

“w-what?” you stutter out. you can’t help but wonder if you’re dreaming. you want to pinch yourself, but if it is a dream, the last thing you’d want is to wake up.

“i want to kiss you. will you let me?” he says, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

little does he know that you want more; to touch him, taste him, love him–

you take the easy way out instead, “yeah...alright.”

he moves a stray strand of hair away from your face, is he doing this right? You move in closer, eyes slowly fluttering shut, but suna’s gaze still lingers on you. he thinks you look even more beautiful than before [he didn’t think it was possible]. It’s one a.m and he’s about to kiss the person of his dreams. 

shit. he should close his eyes.

the journey seems like forever, but you both finally feel each other.

no, his lips don’t ghost over yours.

they press together, full of pent up passion. it’s hot, too hot for even best friends. 

can you even call each other that anymore?

not with the way his hands claw at the tip of your shirt in a futile attempt of pulling you closer to him, not with the way you gather tufts of his hair in your hands, and certainly not at the way you both feel at home like this. you both can taste every last inch of each other. 

he swears that he hates peppermint, but he’s drunk on the taste of it on your tongue. 

you’re meant to be nothing more than childhood best friends, but you want more and more and MORE.

this shouldn’t be happening, but he wants more and more and MORE–

you both break for air after an eternity, pulling away with heat-flushed faces, heaving chests, and swollen lips. he rests his forehead against yours, peppering ghost-kisses between breaths that tickle your skin. 

“i’m not supposed to love you, but i do.”

it’s two a.m, and two best friends are melting into each other. 

they’re unaware that the rain has stopped. 

[desiraypark]

Hate You

Characters: Modern/AU Kylo Ren (no particular occupation) x Plus Sized Female Reader Content: Smut / Makeup Sex / Unprotected Sex / Implied Cheating (but I say the accused didn’t cheat) / Mild Jealousy / Mild Possessiveness 

Warning: Kind of a pregnancy/breeding kink? (both characters suddenly consent to the possibility of pregnancy mid-intercourse) I honestly was just in the mood to write some makeup sex lol. Hope you like it. 

“I fucking hate you,” you whimpered. 

Your ass was planted on Poe’s desk, thick thighs spread, and knees held up by Kylo as he licked, sucked, and slurped on your juicy pussy. You grabbed his hair and pushed him deeper into your hot center, and he slowly let his tongue roll down your clit and flicked it inside and around your weeping walls.

He was determined to make you remember whose woman you were. Yeah, you were mad. You’d broken up with him last week. But that didn’t mean shit to him. He let you have your tantrum and now he was going to give you your medicine. Something to calm you down.

Kylo was in the shower last Thursday when his phone buzzed. You knew you shouldn’t have, but you got a quick peek. His ex, Sharon, had texted him, “Thanks for checking on me.” Next thing you knew, you were storming into the bathroom demanding answers that Kylo refused to give to you.

“She’s got something going on, so I texted her,” was all he said. He didn’t want to divulge her personal information. So, you changed into your clothes, grabbed your purse, and left. To make matters worse, he didn’t even chase after you! 

Now, it was the next Saturday--Poe’s birthday. You knew he was going to be at the party, and you had every intention of making him jealous. You were a living doll in your short, off-the-shoulders dress and sky-high heels (that you had to practice walking in a few hours before the party). You had a couple of shots--just a couple--and danced with just about everyone--guys and girls. You saw Kylo when he walked in, and saw that he was paying you no attention. 

Finally, you got some good sense and asked yourself, “What are you doing? Forget him!” “Adorn” by Miguel was playing when you were standing around with Rose, just talking about work. Suddenly, a guy came up to you asking to dance. You remembered that Kylo was there, but pushed him out of your head. It was nice to be approached during a slow song, and you took the chance. When the dance was over, you went to the bathroom. Of course, when you came out, Kylo was standing outside, staring you down.

“What, are you trying to make me jealous or something?” he asked.

You laughed at him. “Please. Don’t flatter yourself.” You started to walk away when he gave up the attitude.

“Look, look, look. Let’s talk...”

You’d gone into Poe’s home office, and soon, meaningless chatter turned into a hot kiss, that led to you being hoisted onto Poe’s desk. Kylo pulled your panties down, sat in the office chair on the other side of the desk, and went to town on your pussy.

“I fucking hate you,” you whimpered.

That seemed to egg Kylo on. His performance got sloppier, and louder. You grabbed his hair and humped his face--leaving your scent for any other bitch after you to smell.  “I’m coming...” you whispered.  “Yeah?” he asked, voice muffled by your fat lips.  “Yeah...” you whimpered breathlessly. Kylo slid three of his fingers inside of you at once, and you grabbed the edge of the desk.  “Fuck!” you squealed. He reattached his lips as he rubbed that sweet spot at the roof of your sloppy pussy. The coil stretching inside of you finally snapped, and you fell backward on the desk--quietly letting euphoria rush your body like a wave. Kylo gave you very little time to adjust to the spinning room. Suddenly, he was pushing your right leg back. You looked down to see his hard dick in his hands, inching its way to the place that called his name.

His throbbing head eased through and stretched your walls, and you fell backward again. Kylo grabbed you by the fabric of your dress and pulled you up.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

He buried himself deep inside of you--reconnecting your bodies for the first time in, well...days. Just over a week. You gazed in his eyes with a lax jaw as he moved his hips--slow and sensually, making you feel every inch and every pulse of his length.

“You’re coming home with me tonight, alright?”

“Okay...” you whimpered.

He picked up his pace and you squealed. “Don’t you ever fucking leave me again.”

Your eyes rolled back and he slammed into you hard. 

“Ah!” you cried--your two front teeth pressing into your bottom lip. 

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Looking through my phone, thinking you know shit...”

Why’d he have to bring up the phone again? Just when you were about to come to your senses and sneak in a question about the text, he dove into your neck and sucked on it. To your hairline your eyes went again, rolling back in ecstasy. Then, he really sealed the deal.

Kylo wrapped his arms around your chubby waist and picked you up off the desk. You gripped his shoulders, scared he was going to drop you--but he carried you with him to the loveseat against the wall.

“Ride your dick, Princess.”

You maneuvered your body to get more comfortable and did as you were told. Your fingers digging into his shoulders, you bounced up and down on his length. He pulled the bust of your dress down and took your left nipple into his mouth, then the right.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, gripping your ass. He guided you up and down--faster and harder, making you give up your need for secrecy. You moaned and cried to the ceiling as you took him. Then, you looked down at him with lusty eyes.

“Put a baby in me,” you said.

“What?” he asked. But his voice carried a tone that was more so “verifying” your request. He knew he’d heard right, but wanted to make sure you’d heard yourself. 

You rested your hands on his shoulders. “I want all of your nut. I want all of it inside of me. Put a fucking baby in me.”

You didn’t need to repeat yourself. Kylo gritted his teeth and slowed your movement--working you slow and sweetly. Then, he started moving is own hips until he found that sweet, little zone of yours again. You moaned and whimpered as he probed the spot over and over again--and worked you into your second orgasm. 

You squeezed him and covered his dick with your juices, and he held you down--sheathing himself balls deep.

“You ready for it?”

“Yes...” you moaned, still riding out your wave. 

Kylo grabbed your hips again, and motioned for you to keep moving--sensitive walls and all--and soon, you felt your velvety, pink interior being painted with his warm, sweet seed. His shoulders slumped and you fell forward on his chest. The two of you caught your breath--oblivious to the music and the movement just yards away.

[thesolotomyhan]

Narcos México: Dating them would include: (5/7)

Tags: @fandomnerd16​ , @visintaes​

Warnings: NSFW

Miguel:

Miguel Ángel ,, this man needs someone he can wholeheartedly trust,,

Your able to keep him focused on only one thing and forget everything else, one step at a time motto

He loves having your full attention and love,,

Por eso esta perdidamente enamorado de ti

He can also always count on you for being on his side and giving him advice on hard decisions

Whenever he feels like he’s gonna explode because of the pendejadas his employers are doing, he’s automatically calling you

It de-stresses him when he hears about your day and what you’re planning on doing later,

honestly your voice just soothes him as he closes his eyes and listens to you

I feel like, when that’s not enough, he’s inviting right on the spot if you want to visit the cafe nearby or something

He loves taking you out for dates at fancy places/restaurants

Miguel feels like your love grows stronger when he takes you out because you’re spending time together

He’s also always making sure you enjoy your food, surroundings, etc, he wants it to be perfect for you,

Like, if you even mention that your food is a bit cold, he’s snapping his fingers and making orders,,

“Ay, pendejo, como se te ocurre darle a mi esposa su comida todo frío, es una dama, orale, apurate a traerla otro plato, cabrón”

 he can’t help it, he wants everything to have your approval.

He wants to treat you with what you deserve and more

Miguel goes soft when you smile at him for a gesture he did, it might be something you said you wanted a long time ago or just him buying a big ass bouquet of roses because we all know Felix can be extra 💅🏼

So he’s definitely bringing you a serenata where you live and giving you that adoring smile he does when he sees your face light up

Serenata Sin Luna by Jose Alfredo Jiménez just screams this, let me go sob

God, the way he overachieves expectations when it’s your birthday or something

Like this man thinks his birthday parties are casual, but when it comes to you, he has to have them fancy and extravagant,,,

“Miguel, que es todo esto?”

“Pues es tu cumpleaños tesoro, y apenas vamos empezando”

It’s just jaw dropping the way he goes all out for you

You can’t tell me otherwise that this man lives for taking walks with you,, either late at night after a date or just a normal walk to talk about anything and hold your hand- ugh

He’s one to give you his coat so you don’t freeze as he hugs you into his side

“Ya vez, te dije que trajeras un suéter, mija”

While he pulls you into him, smiling and kissing the top of your head🥺

Miguel’s also asking every time you see a carrito de comida if you want anything, without fail

I can definitely see you guys sharing food, just feeding each other as you smile to one another and the heart eyes you both give each other- I can’t 

HAND HOLDING, again,,,I- he just really loves holding your hand ok, like apart of him makes him feel  strong when he’s holding your hand, he’ll give you an occasional squeeze when he gets excited, stressed, or worried about something

I can also see him fiddling with your wedding ring as he holds you hand, whenever he’s bored or nervous at a party dinner,-

God, this man spoils you every minute he can,

He states that it’s the least he can do after you put up with him, -the softness that is showing is astronomical

But you’re always telling him that you’re sticking around because your love for him is endless, 🥺

That statement alone makes him die of happiness

Every time there’s a party that he needs to attend, he’s already sending you a new dress for you to wear to accompany him

This man is complimenting every second he can,

He’s worshipping the ground you walk on

“Te ves tan hermosa, mija”

I can definitely see that people only walk up to him when you’re next to him because he’s actually approachable and happy when you’re around,,

Styling his hair back to normal after he ruins it when he stresses out,,

“Ya, mi amor, tu sabes que no me gusta verte así, tu eres mejor que ellos”-

The way he looks at you makes me cry, you can just see his worries go away as he smiles up at you🥺

Or even when he needs reassurance that you do love him after Felix visits Neto in prison, like the part where he tells him that he’s alone in this world

“Cuídate Flaco, la única persona que te queda es tu mujer; un milagro que ella todavía esta contigo”  That really got to him :(

That’s when he’ll spend the whole day with you, like a lazy day... never wanting to let go of you...

“Si sabes, yo hago todo esto por ti, verdad? Este es tu imperio tesoro, y de nadie mas”-

Soft cuddles in the morning and before you go to bed together because Miguel is on that soft shit

You’re what makes him a better man at the end of the day, your relationship is so beautiful, I’m crying

NSFW:

Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo,, this man is making you feel things, 

Let me put this out there,,, Miguel lives for seeing you blowing him

It’s one of the only good things that come out for him when he’s stressed tf out because you’re always willing to help him relax

I feel like you’ll grab hold of his face and kiss him as his hands grip your clothes like an anchor,,,

“Ven”

You’ll lead him to sit down as you get down on your knees and begin to unbuckle his pants as he lets out a deep breath

He’ll let you do all the work as he lets his head fall back while he lazily thrusts into your mouth,

“Como me sabes cuidar, verdad tesoro?” 

As he smiles down at you- 

El Jefe de Jefes, look there’s a reason why he’s given that name, 

he’s definitely a dom, he wants to see as you fall apart beneath him, it’s such an amazing sight for him

The way you say his name and scratch his back while he just fucks you into the bed

He chuckles lightly when he rubs your clit with his fingers as he keeps thrusting into you, just the way you gasp and say his name a little louder-

The build up to having sex is something else entirely, I can see him desperately kissing you as he grips you clothes while you’re quickly unbuttoning his shirt

He’ll lay you on the bed as he moves to start kissing your neck and moving his fingers in between your thighs,

Oh yeahh, this man is into fingering you, like holy shit, the way he’ll look into your eyes and hoarsely speak to you

“Mira lo fácil que te hago sentir, amor, como eres de obediente para mi” as he’s curling his fingers into you- okk

I feel like Miguel would not give you time to adjust to him, like he’s too desperate, ya feel?

Like, you’ll stutter his name out and on the verge of tears from pain and pleasure but he’s just brushing your hair out of your face and cradling your face, nodding his head

“No, no hagas eso, yo se que puedes, tesoro”

He’ll silence you by kissing you and just pounding into you more harder

Wow, the way he’ll have you not thinking straight anymore with your head thrown back, excites him-

 one of his absolute favorite positions is having one of your legs lifted on his shoulder, as he fucks you, because that’s hella erotic

The marks he leaves behind makes you feel so many emotions, too

He’s always leaving them on your chest, a spot where only he can see and no one else-

Speaking of exciting emotions,,,, Desk Sex

Like, c’mon you know this is a thing 

Miguel’s ass fantasizes about this

Like, either you bent over his desk or laying, spread out on his desk as he clasps his hand over your mouth, wow

When you're bent over his desk with one of your legs resting on his desk and the other leg on the ground, he’s tangling his hand into your hair as he pulls you back and moves to wrap it wrap your throat,

“Calladita, amor, no quieres que nos encuentren, verdad?”, as he’s thrusting deeply into you from behind and moves his other hand to rub your throbbing clit -ok, someone escort me out

Balcony Sex -that’s for another time,,

I feel like, the times when he comes home from his out of country/state trips, you’re already waiting for him on the bed with his favorite lingerie

He pauses from the door and lightly chuckles,

“Imaginate si alguien más o el pinche Clavel entra y no yo, amor”

Uggh, i can just see you lightly laughing as you get up and walk up to him and lead him to sit down on the bed

“Te extrañaba, mi amor”

You’re straddling him as he grabs hold of your hips and desperately kisses you-,

now usually he doesn’t prefer to be bottom, but when my baby is tired, he can’t even think

He’ll let you have your fun on top of him, like grounding your hips onto his and gripping his shoulders

The way you both let out deep breaths in sync when he’s inside of you-

Loves the way you’re desperately bouncing on him-

He’ll steady you on top of him once your hips start to stutter and your creasing your eyebrows,, he knows your going to stop soon

So he’ll move his hands to grip your ass and thrust up into you,,

“Dime cuanto me extrañabas” -wow

I just know this man can last the whole night making you see stars and only remember his name.

[ktwritesstuff]

twin size mattress (a cobra kai fanfic) pt. i

Title: twin size mattress Fandom: Cobra Kai Rating: M Characters: Robby Keene, Johnny Lawrence, Original Characters Author’s Notes: Unfinished and unbeta-read, may God have mercy on my soul Summary: Robby needs one stable grownup in his life.  Just one.  That’s all I ask.  And possibly a punk girlfriend.  Post season 2.  Inspired by the song “Twin Size Mattress” by The Front Bottoms. Content Warning: Mature themes, sex & violence, mentions of rape (kept intentionally vague) and white supremacy, vulgar language

pt. i (below cut) | pt. ii | pt. iii | pt. iv | pt. v | pt. vi | pt. vii | pt. viii | pt. ix | pt. x | pt. xi

i. This is for the lions living in the wiry broke down frames of my friends bodies

The court had ordered Robby to 9 months in detention, but after proving himself a model detainee the judge had granted a petition for early release not long after his 17th birthday. He’d be on probation for the next year, but if he kept toeing the line and stayed out of trouble, he’d have a clean slate.  His probation officer told him Mr. LaRusso even wrote the judge a letter attesting to his character and ability to improve himself given the opportunity.  All things considered, Robby thought that was pretty good of him.

None of which changed the fact that half-way through his stint in juvie his mother had fallen off the wagon.  From what he gathered, she had been bouncing in and out of treatment programs since.  He couldn’t help but feel responsible, that getting in trouble had driven her to relapse.

His dad met him at the caseworker’s office with a duffle bag full of his things.  Johnny’s eyes were glassy and Robby suspected he was still drunk from a bender the night before--or perhaps the bender was still in progress and seeing his first-born son off to foster care was just a brief intermission. 

“I wish like hell I could bring you home,” Johnny told him.  “We’re gonna make this right.”  

“It’s okay, dad,” he said.

Noone had ever suspected Johnny of being a particularly fit parent, but as long as he was still living nextdoor to Miguel, moving back with his dad was a nonstarter.  Johnny claimed he was looking for a new place, but his shitty credit and inability to hold down a job meant he could never afford any place CPS would approve for Robby’s rehabilitation.

“They told me I could come visit you, once you get settled,” Johnny went on.  

“Sure,” Robby let the corner of his mouth lift into a half-smile.  “That would be good.”

He shouldered his bag and turned to go.

“You’re gonna be fine, Robby,” his father called.  

“I know,” Robby agreed.  “I always am.”  He climbed into the car without looking back.

It had taken some work and no small amount of luck, but  they had managed to find a place for him in a foster home willing to take teenagers.  Which had to be at least marginally better than a group home, although by how wide of a margin remained to be seen.  The drive was about an hour west to La Puente.  The air conditioner was broken, but the days were only just starting to get warm and Robby didn’t mind.  He liked feeling the warmth of the upholstery on his back; it made him tired.  He spent most of the ride with his eyes closed and his seat tipped back.   

“I think you’re going to like Ms. Knight,” his caseworker, Rhonda, assured him as they turned off the freeway.  “She’s one of the good ones.”

Robby sat up, staring out the window as they passed through a number of streets he would have described as borderline: run-down strip malls and row homes with boarded up windows.  Honestly, Johnny probably would have felt right at home.  If they were leaving him here, perhaps there was hope for them to find a place together yet, but Robby wasn’t counting on it. 

“I spent the last six months playing grab-ass with the Hitler Youth; pretty sure it can’t get any worse,” Robby shrugged.

“Don’t be dramatic,” Rhonda said.

“I’m serious,” Robby said.  “Actual teenage Nazis.”   He stared out the steamed-up window, his stomach sick with shame.  “They practically threw me a fucking party when they found out the kid I paralyzed was latino.  Said I could have any bitch in the joint.”

Of course he hadn’t done anything.  He had puked his guts out and made up some lie about getting food poisoning from the cafeteria.  But it didn’t matter.  

“Jesus,” Rhonda looked at him sideways. 

Going in, Robby had expected there to be trouble.  He had heard plenty of stories from the rest of the delinquents running amuck at North Valley: the new guy always got put through the gauntlet, unless you could fight your way to the top, and Robby was done with fighting.  The best he could figure, was to prepare himself to take his licks and hope that one day he’d be able to get on with his life.  But it didn’t turn out that way.

Though they weren’t literally segregated, the unspoken rules of who you could and couldn’t associate with were made perfectly clear from day one.  There were never as many white kids in detention as there were black and Hispanic, but the ones who were there had clearly proven they didn’t belong in civilized society.  He had wanted nothing to do with them, but he hadn’t had much choice, and apparently assault with intent gave him a seat at their table.    

“Maybe don’t mention your little Nazi friends to Ms. Knight, okay?”  Rhonda warned him.

Robby liked Rhonda well enough given the circumstances.  She was honest and matter-of-fact, if a bit severe.  She had probably seen plenty of kids in his position fuck up beyond reason, and she didn’t expect any better from Robby.  He knew he deserved it.  

The whole time he was inside, there were only ever between 20 or 30 kids at one time, including the girls that they only ever saw during school hours.  After a while it was pretty easy to tell who got the worst of it.  He just wanted to keep his head down, do his time, not get in any more trouble, or hurt anyone else.  But he didn’t stop it from happening either. 

After making it through the sketchier parts of town, they had pulled into a neighborhood that seemed okay, if a little dated, with ranch style homes that looked like they were built in the 60s.  They stopped in front of a house that looked nice: the lawn was mowed and mostly green, there were a few flowers in the front garden, the siding looked older, but the roof was new. 

There were two cars parked one behind the other in the driveway, a new-ish Nissan Altima and a 1999 Toyota Corolla he figured would probably still be around when California finally broke  off the continental U.S. and sank into the ocean.  Rhonda pulled the car into the drive behind them and turned off the engine.

“You ready to go inside?” she asked.  Robby nodded, climbing out of the car behind her.

As they stepped onto the porch, they heard a crash inside.  Not an angry crash, more like if you opened an overstuffed closet and everything fell out.

“Hector!”  A woman’s voice called out.  “I told you to clean this up!  They’re here.  Vamos!  Arriba! Arriba!”

Rhonda knocked on the door, and it swung open almost immediately.  On the other side was a dark-skinned black woman.  The first thing he noticed was her big, bright smile.  He guessed she was close to his mom’s age, maybe older.  She was a little tall with an average build.  Her hair was in dreads piled on top of her head and she wore dark pants with a red long sleeve shirt.

“Hi,” she said, waving them through the door. “Come in, come in.  We’ve got a little bit of a mess in here, but that’s alright.  Messes are part of how we learn.”  

“This is Robby,” Rhonda announced as they both stepped into the house.  

Once inside, he could see there was another woman waiting for them.  She was younger--older than Robby, but not yet 21.  She was black, but lighter, and her hair fell to her shoulders in loose curls.  She was pretty and petite, wearing a stylish blue jumpsuit cinched at the waist. 

Inside the house was small, but nice.  In the front room there was a sofa, a coffee table, a big bookshelf, and a desk with a computer, and wooden blocks scattered across the floor.  The next room was the kitchen, which was a little cramped, most of the space being occupied by a big table.  At the center of the table was a basket full of food: fruit and packaged snacks, juice boxes and canned seltzer.  Down the hallway to the right, it looked like there were at least three more rooms.  Except for the blocks and some dust, everything looked clean--much cleaner than any place he and his mom had shared.  

“Hi Robby,” the woman said, making soft but deliberate eye contact.  She reached out and touched his arm.  His first instinct was to flinch away, but he caught himself, took a steadying breath, and let her brush her thumb along the inside of his bicep without complaint.  

“Robby, this is Ms. Knight,” Rhonda said. 

“You can call me Amy--or Amelia--if you like,” she said, finally dropping her hand from his arm.  “Let me introduce you to the rest of the house.  This is my daughter, Jordana--”  Amy indicated the girl in the jumpsuit.  Jordana waved at him with a tight smile--looking as uncomfortable as he felt, but evidently unconcerned with whether or not it showed. 

“And this little terror,” Amy said as a small head of dark hair poked out from one of the rooms down the hall.  “Is Hector.  Andale!”

The boy ran to her and wrapped himself around her leg at full speed.  

“Hector,” Amy said, kneeling down to speak to the smaller boy in Spanish.  Robby knew a little Spanish from school, but all he could make out of their conversation was his name and hermano and bienvenido. 

“Hola,” the boy said, waving at him bashfully.  

Robby felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach, looking down at the kid’s brown eyes and baby-fat cheeks.  He felt his breath coming hot and short as Hector buried his face back in Amy’s shoulder.  This kid didn’t need to see how fucked up he really was.  He had to pull himself together. 

“Hi, Hector,” Robby said, clearing his throat.  “It’s nice to meet you.  How old are you?”

“En inglés,” Amy told the boy, ticking his ribs.  “You can do it.”

Hector let go of Amy to hold up one hand’s worth of fingers plus one thumb. 

“Six,” he declared enthusiastically, tripping a little over the sound of the X.  “How old are you?”  

“I’m this many plus ten,” Robby said, holding up seven fingers to mirror Hector.  “Can you add big numbers like that?”

“Diecisiete, si?” Amy said.  Hector held out both hands to meet Robby’s with his fingers stretched wide.

“That’s a lot,” he said.  

“Yup,” Robby agreed.  

“Do you want to ask him?”  Amy prompted the boy.  “Go ahead.”

Hector looked up to Robby expectantly.  “Will you play race cars with me?”

“Yeah,” Robby said, his throat tight.   “We can play race cars.”  

No kid should have looked at him like that, like he was someone to be admired, someone who’s attention they craved.  Least of all little Hector, who probably had a hard enough life as it was and certainly didn’t need any of Robby’s baggage piled on top.   

“Muy bien,” Amy declared, kissing Hector on the cheek.  “But first, you need to clean up your blocks while I show Robby the house, then you can play race cars after dinner.”

“He hasn’t had another boy to play with,” Amy said.  “He’s very excited.”

“His English is getting very good,” Rhonda remarked as Amy showed them down the hallway.  

“He’s like a little sponge,” Amy agreed.  “We have to be very careful with our words around him.”

Robby’s room was the last door on the left of the hall.  It was a good-sized room with two windows, the walls were painted light blue.  There was a small bed with a gray comforter, a nightstand, and a desk with a small reading lamp.  There was a bunch of stuff laid out on the dresser: a brush, a comb, soap, shampoo, deodorant, and a new toothbrush.  

“I wasn’t sure what you would need,” Amy admitted.  “Jordana’s going to the store to pick up stuff for dinner, so if there’s anything else you can think of, just let one of us know.  Okay?”  

Robby nodded.  

“Is this for me?” he asked, pointing to the backpack on the desk. It wasn’t new but it was in good shape. 

Amy nodded. “I called the school to try to get a list of supplies.  Hopefully that’s enough to get you started.”

He unzipped the backpack and found a pack of notebooks and folders, a binder and pencil case, index cards, and an older model graphing calculator. 

Robby allowed himself to feel just a little relieved.  He wasn’t sure what his dad had panic-grabbed for him from the apartment and it was nice to know he wouldn’t have to go searching for basic necessities right away. Something else at the desk caught his eye.

“This is a flip phone,” he said, pointing to the little box plugged into a charger. 

“Yes,” Amy said.  “For emergencies.  There is a computer in the family room, you don’t need one in your pocket.  Come on, put your stuff down, I’ll give you the nickel tour so Rhonda can finish going over her checklist.”

She put her hand on his back to show him out of the room.  

“This is my room,” she said, opening the door at the end of the hall just enough that he could peer inside.  He could see the room was about the same size as his, maybe a little bigger.  “As long as you’re here, as long as you can follow the rules, I want to give you as much privacy as I can and I expect you to do the same.  Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.  

“That goes for Hector and Jordana as well.  They deserve privacy as much as you do, but if one of you crosses a boundary, you need to come to me.  I will take care of it.”

Robby nodded.  

“This is Hector’s room,” she opened the door to the room beside his.  It was much smaller than the other two--with toys scattered about--and the walls were painted a warm yellow.

“That’s the coat closet, if you need light bulbs, broom, vacuum, umbrella. Bathroom is here,” she pointed to the room just across the hall.  “There’s another bathroom downstairs, but we mostly leave that one for Jordana.”

Amy ushered him into the bathroom and closed the door once they were both inside so she could open the door to the linen closet inside.  She showed him where to find towels, toilet paper, extra shampoo, toothpaste, and bodywash. 

“Hector gets his bath at 7 in the evening before bed. I shower in the morning at 6:00 and check that everyone is up by 7,” she explained. “If you need more time to shower and dress and make yourself breakfast to be out the door by 8, you’ll have to get yourself up earlier.”

Amy ushered him back out of the hallway to the family room where Hector was finishing stacking the last of his blocks back in their box. 

“You can read any of these books and I’m happy to take you to the library if you want something else you can’t find at school,” she said. “You can use the computer for homework and to talk to your friends. You can listen to music, play games.  No violence, no porn, no drugs. Nothing that violates your probation. I won’t stand over your shoulder, but if you’re doing something you’re not supposed to I will find out about it. Understood?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Robby nodded. 

There was a large whiteboard on the wall next to the pantry. Half of it had monthly and weekly calendars, with schedules laid out for each person. On Saturday, someone had drawn stars around the words “Welcome Home, Robby!” 

The other side of the board was labeled “House Rules.”  The list below was written in English and Spanish with simple phrases like “Clean up toys,” “Be safe,” “Have fun,” and “Read books every day.” 

“We make dinner together every night at 6,” she said.  “I’ll pack you a lunch for school. Help yourself to snacks. You’re welcome to anything on the middle shelves in the pantry and fridge. Anything else I might need for meal planning, so please ask first. Give me a heads up if you ever want to use the stove or oven.”

Off the kitchen there were stairs down to the basement. There was a living area with a sectional sofa and a television. On the far wall was another door leading out to the patio on the side of the house.   

“This is Jordana’s room. She’s 19, so I’m sure you can understand she likes having her own space,” Amy explained, indicating the other side of the basement. “You can watch TV and movies after homework is done. No screens after 9pm. Laundry room is just through there. Jordana does laundry on Fridays after class and I have Saturdays for Hector’s and my things. Your laundry day is going to be Sunday, but if you want to put in a load during the week you just need to check with me first.  Sheets need to be washed at least every two weeks. There should be plenty of detergent—if you ever need help, let me know.”

“Any questions so far?” she asked, guiding him back up the stairs. 

“No, I think I’m okay,” Robby said. 

“All clear, Rhonda?”  Amy called as they returned to the kitchen.

“Looks good, to me, ” Rhonda agreed. “You’re missing an outlet cover by the couch, though.”

“Thanks,” Amy sighed. “I’m sure it’s around here somewhere.”

“Are you all set, Robby?” Rhonda asked him as she packed her things back into her bag. He nodded. “Amy has all the information for your next appointment with the counselor and your probation officer. I’ll be checking in next week, but you know you can call me any time.”

Robby thanked her as she headed out the front door. 

“So what would you like to have for dinner?”  Amy asked him. 

“What?” he asked uncertainly. 

“It’s your welcome dinner,” she told him. “You get to pick what we make. Any favorites?”

Robby thought for a moment, remembering special dinners with the LaRussos--things like sashimi and cold soba noodles.  Even on normal nights they frequently had things like spaghetti squash and Moraccan chicken.  But what he really wanted was something simple, something familiar.   

“I like cheeseburgers,” he said. 

“Sounds great,” Amy agreed. “How about chocolate cake? And ice cream?”

“Yeah,” Robby nodded although he had never had much of a sweet tooth. 

“Good, we’ll give you some time to get settled in your new space,” Amy said. “Just check one more thing for me. In the closet, there should be a box for you.”

Robby opened the closet door and brought down a shoebox that had been wrapped in colorful paper. He set it on the bed and took the lid off to find a stash of small gifts. 

“I know you're probably too old for toys,” she told him as he lifted a sock monkey out of the box. “But all my kids get one.  I can’t condone violence, but as a last resort if you need a release for pent up energy--” She banged the sock monkey’s long legs against the dresser.  “This little guy comes in handy.”

There was a journal and set of pens, a pad of art paper, and a nice set of colored pencils in the box as well, along with a candybar and a rubix cube.

“This is very kind,” Robby said, putting the lid back on the box.  “Thank you.”

Be polite, he told himself. Stay small and unassuming.  It was the best shot he had at keeping who he really was hidden from her, at least for a little while. 

“You’re welcome,” she said.  “I’ll let you get unpacked.  Let me know if you need anything.”  

Amy left the room.  Robby tossed his bag onto the floor and took a seat on the bed.  Amy seemed nice enough, but in his experience, people who were that artificially sweet would turn on you as soon as you crossed them.  She had a teenage daughter, not to mention a little kid to look after; there must have been a mistake.  It was the only explanation. There was no way he should have been allowed to even be here, and at any moment Rhonda would show up to chauffeur him to a group home, or worse.  

Still, having a room to himself with a proper bed and windows was quite the upgrade from juvie.  Knowing it wouldn’t last, he wanted to enjoy it while he could.  Robby laid back on the bed, savoring the feeling of having a real pillow.  He closed his eyes. 

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: Cobra Kai Seasons 1 +2

(Thanks @knightsweeties​)

So I should mention that I love 80′s movies. And one of my favorite movies of all time is the cliché OG Karate Kid.

With the best mentor character of all time in movies, Mr. Miyagi.

So when Youtube announced a sequel series based off of that iconic movie with the RIVAL being the main character. You bet I was ready to watch it... until I found out you had to pay for it on Youtube red. So naturally I waited until it was Netflix. Then I finally had a chance to watch it (legally)

So now that I have watched the series in its entirety. I have some thoughts on it.

Which you can read below (spoiler warning if you haven't seen the series. I recommend having a watch)

The Plot.

I will say that Season 1 and Season 2 have entirely different feels to them.

To put it briefly

Season 1 takes place with Johnny Lawrence, a guy in his 50′s hitting rock bottom, living paycheck to paycheck as a repair guy, and still stuck in the past.

Everything changes when he ends up inadvertently saving a kid, Miguel. from some bullies using his Cobra Kai karate.

Johnny realizes that he still has a passion for karate, and wants to bring back Cobra Kai, but without the psycho of a teacher involved.

So Johnny becomes the sensei of Miguel and the two’s dynamic is like that of Miyagi and Daniel (the original master and student of Karate kid) but with some hilarious contrasts and snaps that make fun of the movie in a fun way. In a way, the season starts off like Karate kid, but keeps changing one’s expectations of characters.

It even has the last episode ending with a final bout between Johnny’s student Miguel and Daniel (the original Karate kid’s) Pupil, Robby (who also happens to be Johnny’s own son). So the tension between the two are high.

Season 2 takes place AFTER the All valley tournament and Cobra kai is rising. Now with the inclusion of a man long assumed dead coming back, Daniel now trying to get Miyagi do as a real dojo to compete against Cobra kai. Tension starts to build and it seems like a war is brewing, the events culminating in a legit all out brawl on the First day back at school, with an ending that really makes me want a season two.

Season 1 is about preconceptions. Johnny and Daniel’s actions are based on their own preconceived notions, People let the past dictate how things are when that isn't the truth. Daniel automatically assume’s Johnny is up to no good because of his personal dealings with Cobra kai, and Johnny believe’s Daniel is at fault for everything awful that has happened to him, thus resulting in each of them indirectly attacking one another intentionally or unintentionally. They even try to reconcile only for Johnny to find out Daniel was training his son in karate, which Daniel actually didn't know was his kid, but this broke any trust the other have.

Season 2 is about Perspective, Almost everyone acts based on their own views on how things went down in their head. Everyone takes these perspectives as facts and there is no way the other person can be right, until a third party gets involved. And just like in the first season, Johnny and Daniel almost reconcile again, only to their views blinding them to the truth.

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The characters:

I think I will just list off the main ones with their own arcs in the show and tell you all my thoughts on each of them.

Johnny Lawrence: Johnny is best described as a man stuck in the past, both technologically and mentally. He is a jerk, and considering his a**hole step dad and the psycho Karate teacher Kreese, he didn't have good role models on how to be a man. He pretty much screwed up his chances of being a dad to his biological son Robby, and spent half his life drunk and the other half depressed and angry. The day he saved Miguel and reformed Cobra Kai was the day that helped him start turning things around. Miguel became the student that helped bring him back into the modern day, helping him recruit students to his dojo, and even helping him deal with his hang ups regarding his failures with his son robby. Johnny is by no means perfect, but he is trying to be a better person. He is kind of like that out of touch uncle that is ignorant of a lot of things but is slowly getting used to it. He is tough, but he cares. Honestly the best adult character in the series with how hard he tries to actually be better but life just keeps kicking him down.

Miguel Diaz: a young boy who Johnny has been teaching to fight. At the start of the show, he had ZERO confidence, and felt like a nobody new kid in a town. Learning Karate helped give Miguel confidence and allowed him to stand up to the bullies that messed with him. Miguel is a good kid, in fact, he is my favorite Character in the series. In season 1, he was awkward, and unsure of himself. But as the first season went on, he managed to ask out the girl he liked, and even made good friends. Though Miguel started to pick up a lot of similar habits to Johnny from the original Karate kid, albeit directly and indirectly from his sensei. But season 2 quickly shows Johnny doing everything to make sure that doesn't happen. Miguel becomes the most civil of Cobra kai, becoming a more refined fighter and even a better person then any of the other students in either dojo. Thus making the end of season 2 so much more tragic and not even his fault.

Daniel LaRusso: The original Karate kid. A car dealership owner, and family man. He was living his best life, lovely wife, two good kids, and just enjoying every minute of it, until Cobra Kai came back. We get to see a lot of Daniel from Johnny’s perspective and the reveal is, he was just as much of a jerk as Johnny was back in the day. Even kind of a stuck up a**hole that tries to destroy Cobra kai through underhanded methods like having the landowner raise the rent, or stopping him from entering the All valley tournament. It isn't until he starts training Robby that Daniel starts to act like the man that we expect the main character of Karate Kid to act like.

Amanda LaRusso: Daniel's wife, She is great. She also has the most braincells out of everyone. She calls Daniel out on his crap and without her Daniel probably wouldn't be as good of a character as he is.

Robby Keene: Johnny's street-smart son and Daniel’s karate protege. At the start of the series, Robby is a bad kid, skipping school, drugs, stealing, and running with a bad group of kids. Robby really didn't care about his life choices or his loser father. He did however care about his mother, who was busy trying to have her own fun and neglecting him. it wasn't until he started learning Karate from Daniel, (originally working at the dealership to Spite his dad) did he start to turn things around. Robby hid the fact that he was Johnny’s kid from the LaRusso family and the developments in the first season resulted in a dramatic irony. In season two, his interest in Samantha (Sam), started to cause problems especially near the end of season 2. Robby is also another complex character and he is an amazing Parallel to Miguel. Robby keeps wanting the things that Miguel seemed to get, and always seemed to fall short, much like Daniel and Johnny’s rivalry in the original Karate kid. This has Robby holding back information that he does come clean about later.

Samantha LaRusso: Daniel's daughter. The most experienced Martial artist of the teens since she grew up with it. She is much like the love interest in the series in season 1 and becomes more of her own character in season 2.

Okay, so I am going to flat out say this. She is an awful person. Like at first, she ditches her friend to hang out with the popular crowd, lies to her parents about a hit and run, hides the fact that she is dating Miguel from her parents because his is Cobra Kai. I can forgive some of the things as an honest mistake, and in season 1 I can even look past some of them, since she does do the right thing about standing up to Kyler over his BS But the OTHER STUFF?

Sneaking around with Robby who is living in her house at the time because of a family situation which is a MASSIVE betrayal of trust. Accuses Tory of stealing from her mom, attacks Tory at the roller rank over a shove, ignores Miguel’s apologies and actions to at least try and clear the air only to KISS him when he is in a relationship with another girl. The list goes on. Now context matters, and then there is the whole  situation in episode 9. Now Miguel was drunk and trying to fight robby, (like an idiot who thinks a guy is trying to steal his gf) and it resulted in Sam getting hit, which Miguel was mortified that it happened. But a lot of people are divided on whose fault it is, I really think Miguel shouldn't be throwing punches so in that regard, he was in the wrong. Now unrelated, Sam was in the wrong in pretty much every other situation she was in.

Aisha Robinson: The second student of cobra kai, that went from an insecure nerd to a legit sassy confident bada**. Giving one of the stuck up popular girls the greatest karmic punishment. She is tough and knows her own worth. She is also another voice of reason character in season two.

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz : And the award for most changed character is Hawk. A quiet kid with a scar from a cleft lip surgery left him the target of vicious bullying. Dimetri was his only friend, until he ‘Flipped the Script.’ Gets a mohawk and a back tattoo after embracing Cobra Kai. He becomes a legit bada**. As the season goes on, he does become more and more Aggro, his confidence now coming off more as arrogance and lashing out. By season 2, he starts taking lessons from Kreese and when his mohawk went Red, the old good Eli was dead. He is the prime example of how dangerous Cobra kai can be when one has bad guidance. Blue Hawk, fun, cool, still figuring out how to be a bada**. Red Hawk, irredeemable prick

Demetri: sarcastic and Neurotic, he saw things in the worst light, a natural whiner that really began his road to development in season 2, his friendship turned bitter rivalry is quite fascinating. Though the GOT references did not age well.

Tory Nichols: Certifiable Bad girl. She joins Cobra Kai and she is easily one of the most interesting characters in the show. She becomes Aisha’s new best friend and immediately butts heads with Sam. She ends up dating Miguel and Sam’s actions result in Tory declaring war on the daughter of Larusso. She is the catalyst of a lot of developments.

John Kreese: The sensei of Johnny, there is a LOT of beef between the two, but Johnny actually saw how broken of a man Kreese was and tried to help him despite their rough past. But Kreese only had one thing on his mind, revenge. The show actually shows how much more conniving and cruel Kreese is, even more then the movie. Kreese has been in wait a LONG time and he wants to crush Miyagi do once and for all.

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The Action and Acting.

I will say the acting on the part of the characters is pretty good. The dialogue can be a touch hammy at times, but when it involves Johnny, you can tell its genuine. All the characters in the original Karate kid movie really show how connected they are despite it being over 30 years.

The fighting Choreography is also fun and gets even better in season 2.

My favorite fights being Miguel vs Kyler and the boys In Season one episode 5, Miguel vs Robby  Season 1 episode 10, and  Season 2 episode 10 the school brawl.

Honorable mention is the Bar fight in season 2 with the older cobra kai alums.

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Overall:

The show can be a bit much for some people, its crass and its more teens and adults audience, but I highly recommend watching if a fan of Karate kid, or just want something interesting to watch.

I give it a solid 8/10 and I look forward to seeing season 3.

[oceteva]

First Love | Mayans MC ~ No Goodbye

Info | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

[MIGUEL GALINDO X OC]

Word count ; 1,964

Luciana felt like she couldn't sit still for anything as she intensively watched as the clock ticked above her wooden desk. The Oceteva girl had practically been jumping up and down like an excited bunny ever since school had let out hours ago. Luciana had barely contained her excitement on her walk home as her thoughts were only filled of the surprise that Miguel had planned and her plan of finally telling him how she felt.

The Oceteva girl couldn't help the small squeal of excitement that fell from her painted red lips as soon as her clock finally read ten o'clock. Luciana took a glance over to her cracked bedroom door, and sure enough, she saw that the lights were out - which meant that her parents had fallen asleep for the night.

This was always Luciana's usual routine when she would go meet up with Miguel. She would wait until her parents had closed their bedroom door for the night and all the lights in the house were off before she would make her escape. Luciana's brother, Nestor, usually wasn't home when she left at ten but when he was, Luciana would just make up a lie so he didn't know she was going to see his best friend.

The brunette teenager jumped up from her desk as it was time to finally see her amazing boyfriend after not seeing him since this morning at school. Luciana quickly jogged over to her full body mirror as she wanted to make sure that she looked perfect for Miguel's surprise. The Oceteva girl smoothed her hands down her short denim skirt and fixed the lavender button up shirt, that she had stolen from Miguel over this summer, so one side was hanging off her shoulder and the other was straight. 

Luciana gave her reflection a wide smile once she was happy with her outfit that she knew Miguel would absolutely love before she jogged over to the foot of her bed. The Oceteva girl quickly slipped on a pair of black Dr. Martens combat boots and grabbed a small lavender purse that held her Nokia phone and her clear lip gloss before she rushed out of her bedroom as quietly as she could. 

Luciana was quite comfortable with sneaking out like she had been doing for the past year so she knew all the right steps to take in the hallway and in the living room to not hit any of the squeaky floorboards. The Oceteva girl was just about to reach the front door to make her grand escape but Luciana wasn't counting for her brother to suddenly pop out of the kitchen and ask, "hey, where are you going?"

The youngest Oceteva froze in her spot before she reminded herself to relax at the fact that it was only her brother and not her parents. Luciana took a deep breath before she turned around and faced Nestor with her usual bright smile so he wouldn't think that she was up to something. "I was just going to go pick up some snacks from the store," Luciana explained with a small shrug of her shoulders like it wasn't a big deal.

"Oh, alright," Nestor mumbled with a nod of his head before he tossed his body onto his parent's couch in the living room. Nestor wasn't overly protective when it came to his sister, well, sometimes, but this time - he just wanted to know where Luciana would be. It was just a sibling thing. The Oceteva teenager waved his hand with a small smirk playing on his lips when Luciana continued to just stand there before he told his sister, "well, get going then, ugly."

Luciana rolled her brown irises at her brother before she mumbled as she carelessly waved her hand, "yeah, yeah, yeah." The Oceteva girl shook her head in amusement as she walked towards the front door before she told Nestor as she took her exit with the nickname that they have called each other since middle school, "I'll see you later, ugly."

The Oceteva girl released a happy sigh once she closed the door of her home behind her and began walking down the street as she realized that she was free from being caught and she was that closer to finally seeing what Miguel's surprise was. Luciana couldn't help the bright smile that shined across her face when she saw that the familiar park, her and Miguel's meeting spot, was only a few feet in front of her. 

Luciana could barley contain her excitement as she jogged the rest of the way to the park. However, when the Oceteva girl couldn't see the Galindo teenager when she walked onto the soft sand, Luciana couldn't help but to roll her brown eyes. "Of course," Luciana mumbled to herself before she released a small chuckle as she knew Miguel had a thing about being fashionably late - even to his own plan.

The Oceteva girl shrugged her shoulders as she was used to Miguel's tardiness before she skipped her way over to the set of swings. Luciana placed her denim bottom into one of the black seats before she began to swing as her brown irises was locked on the bright moon in the sky. The brunette girl couldn't help the happy sigh that escaped her lips as she waited for her boyfriend.

Miguel meant the absolute world to Luciana - even though their relationship was still fairly new with only being with one another for less than a year. They had been friends basically their whole childhood so it wasn't like they didn't already know so much about each other. Luciana had a crush on Miguel for years so it wasn't surprising that she already cared and loved him so much. That was another reason why Luciana was so excited for tonight since she planned on finally confessing her feelings to him. 

Luciana was so lost in her thoughts about the love of her life that it took a dog running up beside her for the Oceteva girl to realize that she had been sitting on the swing for a while. The brunette teenager took a glance down to the silver watch on her wrist as she curious of how long she had been at the park before she immediately frowned when she saw it was already after eleven o'clock.  

Luciana couldn't help but to get worried that Miguel hadn't showed up yet nor had he called to let her know that he was going to be a little late like he usually would. The Oceteva girl wanted to make sure that Miguel was still coming so Luciana pulled her Nokia phone out of her lavender purse to give the Galindo teenager a call.

However, though, before Luciana could even begin to dial her boyfriend's number, the Oceteva girl was interrupted as her brother's number popped up onto her device. The Oceteva girl huffed out a sigh at her annoying brother before she pressed the accept button as she realized that maybe Nestor could be calling to tell her that Miguel had showed up to their house. "Hey, what's up?" Luciana greeted her brother in a normal voice and not a worried one after she brought her Nokia up to her ear. 

Luciana, sadly, didn't get the response that she had been hoping for with the location of her boyfriend. Instead, the oldest Oceteva sibling ignored his sister's greeting as he excitedly asked, "hey, did Mikey tell you the good news yet?"

The brunette girl immediately furrowed her brows at her brother's words before she mumbled, "uh, no." Luciana honestly had no idea what the hell Nestor was talking about. Luciana, for all she knew, nothing interesting had happened to her boyfriend lately. Unless, Luciana thought before she quickly shook her head as she knew Miguel wouldn't out their relationship to her brother without telling her first.

Nestor released an amused chuckle at the thought of his best friend before he told his sister with a shrug of his shoulders, "oh, he's probably already left, that overachiever." The older Oceteva lightly waved his hand, even though his sister couldn't even see it, before he told Luciana the good news, "well, anyways, Miguel's dad just called me and said Miguel got an early acceptance into Princeton. Jose said Mickey left to America as soon as he got the news!"

The Oceteva girl immediately let out a loud gasp as she felt her heart break. Luciana didn't even know that Miguel had been applying to any universities. Miguel had told her that he was going to look for a job in the city to get away from his father, so it didn't make any sense. Luciana didn't understand why Miguel would decide to go to the states for school like his father wanted. It was just completely mind boggling that she couldn't even comprehend what she was feeling right now. 

However, despite Luciana's broken heart, she knew that she couldn't show her true emotions about how heartbroken she was to her clueless brother or he would know something was between her and Miguel. The Oceteva girl knew that she had to suck up her sadness for the moment, so she took a deep breath before she exclaimed as if she was truly happy, "that's amazing!"

"We can call him tomorrow to congratulate him," Nestor told his sister before he commanded with a chuckle, "now hurry your ass up. It's been over an hour and I'm fucking starving."  

Luciana swore underneath her breath as she forgot that she had told her brother that she was getting food at the store for an excuse to meet up with Miguel. The thought of the Galindo teenager instantly made tears cloud Luciana's brown irises. The Oceteva girl quickly wiped the tears as best as she could before she mumbled, "yeah, okay."

Luciana didn't wait for her brother to say anything more before she hurriedly ended the call with her hands shaking as she did so. The Oceteva girl tossed the Nokia phone down on the sand below her feet as soon as she ended the call and she let all the tears fall from her eyes. Luciana couldn't help the loud sob that escaped her body from the fact that Miguel just left like that. It was even worse that Miguel didn't even say goodbye to her. 

Luciana would have been upset, sure, but she would have still supported him if he had changed his mind about going to college. Luciana just didn't believe that Miguel didn't care enough about her to tell her the truth. The Oceteva girl shook her head with a humorless chuckle as she realized something - that she was all just one big game to him. Luciana figured that she was just one last high school hurrah for him before he started his new life in the states. 

The Oceteva girl couldn't stop the tears and the sobs that continued to rack her figure as her body slowly slid out of the swing and down onto the sand. Luciana had never felt anymore broken than she felt right now. Luciana felt like Miguel cherished and took care of her heart for less than a year before he ripped it from her chest and stomped on it. 

"I guess I never really meant anything to you," Luciana mumbled to herself as she tightly wrapped her arms around the lavender button up shirt that belonged to the boy who never really cared for her as tears continued to pour down her cheeks and her heart continued to break over and over again, "it was all just a game for you to break my heart when you meant the world to me."

[langsty-langst-lance]

If I hear one more person complain about how some of Lance’s family looks “too white” I’m going to fuckign scREAM.

So here’s the new picture that came out with the book

And here’s a very recent comment about this photo

Y’all know that not all Cubans are dark right ?? Cuban families tend to originate from all over. A lot come from Spain but some come from Africa and South America and some even from Europe (Spain is in Europe just so y’all know...). Cubans don’t have a “set skin tone”. They’re not all tan.

Quite frankly, I think the reason everyone expects all Cubans to be tan is because that’s the kind of skin tone we imagine when we think of Mexicans. And honestly? I’ve learned as I grow up that there’s a LOT of people who think all Hispanics look like Mexicans or are Mexican.

Lets be real, this is what most people think of when they hear a character or someone is Hispanic, despite wether they’re Cuban or Peruvian or Colombian or whatever.

Most people hear Hispanic and automatically think of Mexican. People automatically assume that if someone’s Hispanic, their skin tone is going to look very similar to Miguel from Pixar’s Coco (who is Mexican) and if living in Miami my whole life has taught me anything it’s that that is far from the truth

This is obviously a very common opinion. Someone took the time to write that comment and then SIX more people within a day of seeing just a post on Instagram liked the comment. I want to express that not a lot of people go into the comment section in general so obviously six doesn’t seem like a lot but that’s just out of the people who viewed the comment. Imagine all the people who thought that or would agree with that comment but they just scrolled by ?? Or all the people that didn’t see the post in general.

Hispanic is a very wide term. There’s all kinds of different people. And Cuban is equally as wide in terms of what the people look like.

Let’s take my own family for instance. I, myself, am very white (I’m only half Cuban). However my sister is significantly tanner than I am. Just naturally. (She’s also half Cuban). My mom, however, is full Cuban. She was born and raised in Cuba just like the rest of her family. She’s as white as I am. Her dad? Darker than Lance. I would say closer to Hunks skin tone. Her mom? On the lighter side but still a bit darker than her. (Her mom also has slight Chinese on her side of the family). Her sisters? Fell closer to as dark as her dad.

My point is, there’s such a wide variety of skin colors when it comes to being Cuban. And to assume that Lance’s family all have to be dark to be considered “actually Cuban” is kind of racist?? As if saying if your white your not actually Cuban. (Something I personally deal with a lot and my mom even more despite that being her homeland).

Bottom line is, I feel like a lot of people are trying to start something they shouldn’t. They want to argue that some of Lance’s family isn’t dark enough to be considered Cuban when they don’t even understand the heritage of Cubans. Don’t start something just bc the creators might be “acting racist” or whatever. Because they’re not. The fact that Lances family is such a wide variety of colors is actually really cool!! And really does a good job of showing just how big of a difference skin tone cane be between Cubans, even within the same family.

Idk maybe I’m overreacting, I probably am, I’m just tired of people trying to make a bigger problem out of something that isn’t a problem to begin with.

[brihana25]

In “Defense” of John Kreese

NOTE: Okay, here goes. I wrote this weeks ago, when I was still processing Season 2 (which, honestly, I’m still doing), and I wrote it in reaction to some of what I was seeing about Kreese in the wake of it. It’s long, so there’s a jump. 

To say I was surprised to see the posts about Kreese would be an understatement. I meant and still mean no offense to anyone who expected more than we got, but it truly baffled me, because we got exactly what we were promised. I saw the betrayal coming from the last seconds of Mercy Part II, and I didn’t understand how other people didn’t.

So, this is me trying to explain why I felt and feel the way I do about Kreese. And for better or for worse, since I’m posting it, it’s open for discussion.

Wow. Talk about five words I never in a million years imagined I'd type.

I watched Season 2 of Cobra Kai within fifteen seconds of it dropping. Once I started, I didn't stop. I didn't pause. I was far from the only one. A little over five hours later, I'd seen the entire thing. I was devastated, of course. We all were. I intended to do an immediate rewatch, but I couldn't make myself do it. I was left reeling, numb, and completely emotionally drained for the rest of the day. Again, that's not unique to me. We all were. And even though I have rewatched it since then, more than once, that feeling hasn't really faded. I'm still having a hard time putting my thoughts and feelings into words. I know it's only a television show, but the impact it has had on me – on all of us – cannot really be explained. We're all shocked. We're all stunned. We're all feeling and dealing and still processing it.

If there is one word to sum up Season 2, it is this: brutal.

And no one was half as brutal as the man himself, the creator of Cobra Kai, the puppet master who holds everyone’s strings and pulls them to make them dance, knows every character's buttons and how to push them: John Kreese.

I know a lot of people are upset about Kreese still being bad. And not only is he bad, but he's possibly even more despicable and irredeemable than he was in the movies. I know a lot of people feel that they were lied to, or somehow misled, into believing he'd be a good guy by the end of the season.

I'm going to defend not only the pre-season interviews that may have led fans to believing that, but also the character of John Kreese himself. And those of you who know me and what I have said about this character in the past will understand what an odd thing this is for me to do. But one of the things I love most about this show, and about the movies that spawned it, are the characters and their development. That does include John Kreese, and it always has.

If you think back over what we were told about Kreese pre-season, no one ever said they were going to redeem him. The Big 3TM said they were going to make him human. They did. Martin Kove said he was "a little bit good, and a little bit bad." He is both.

First, to The Big 3TM's statements that either said or implied they were going to make him more human: they did. They made him much more human than he was in the movies; they just didn't make him a good one. Instead, he is devious, manipulative, abusive and cruel. And those are things that only humans can be.

He's always been a kind of caricature, a stock character "baddie" with memorable lines and no discernible motivations for being the way he was. The most human we saw him in the movies was at the beginning of The Karate Kid Part III. We see him walking down the street, alone, dejected. He is a broken man. He has lost everything and everyone, and he knows it. He has hit absolute rock bottom, and he does not know how to climb back up.

That doesn't last very long, of course. He walks into the dojo, glances at his bills, half-listens to his answering machine, picks up a newspaper article about Daniel's victory, and immediately, his dejection turns to anger. His desolation morphs into a singular obsession with destroying the old man who humiliated him and the child who dared to defeat him.

Terry's words to Daniel and Mr. Miyagi in the garden, about karate being Kreese's entire life, about losing his students (mostly Johnny, we now know) breaking his heart - I believe this was entirely true. It's probably one of the few honest things Terry said in the whole movie. It is also probably one of the purest descriptions of John Kreese’s motivation we have ever been given. There was a glimmer of hope at the beginning, in Kreese's conversation in the car with Terry, when it looked like maybe he wasn't wholly evil. But as we realized later, his protest to Terry that he didn't "need to do this" - didn't "need" to torture Daniel and Mr. Miyagi - was token only. He wanted it to happen. I'd go so far as to say that he played on Terry's love for and protectiveness of him to make it happen. That became obvious later in the movie, when he came up with the "brilliant" idea of making Daniel's knuckles bleed. And now that we have seen just how manipulative and calculating he can be, it fits with who and what he is.

Does he have PTSD? Certainly. He told Johnny as much when he said the psychiatrists wouldn't let him re-enlist. Does it stem from the Vietnam War? Again, there is very little doubt. Is he still fighting a war in his mind that never ended for him because he wasn't allowed to finish it? I don't question that for a second, either. Do any of those things excuse what he did - to children and adults both - after he returned? Absolutely not. Understanding his mind and seeing the world through his eyes gives us insight into why he is the way he is, but it doesn't excuse what he's done. And it doesn’t justify what he may do in the future.

Humans aren't always nice and decent. All people aren't basically good. Daniel learned that when he was sixteen years old. Johnny learned it at fifty-one. John Kreese is 100% human, and that's undeniable. They gave us exactly what they promised us.

As for Martin Kove's assertion that Kreese is "a little bit good, and a little bit bad": he is. This is where understanding his mind becomes vital. Kreese's "bad" qualities are on clear and open display for us to see. His "good" qualities aren't as obvious, and some would say they don't exist at all. That is because his definition of "good" is warped, and it doesn't fit with how we understand that word.

Also, I believe very strongly that John Kreese loves Johnny Lawrence.

No, it doesn't look anything like love to most of us. It looks like control, and domination, and manipulation. It looks like abuse. And that's because it is. It is dysfunctional, and destructive, and based on a power imbalance that Kreese cannot let shift in Johnny's favor for even a second. But in John Kreese's mind, it is love.

Make no mistake about it, Kreese abused both of these men when they were children. He abused Johnny - mentally and emotionally - for five years. Whether the karate training ever rose to the level of physical abuse is debatable, but after what we saw in Season 2, in Johnny's memory of receiving his blue belt, the rest of it is inarguable. The hardest concept to grasp, after watching just that one small memory and the impact it still has on Johnny almost 40 years later, is that Kreese honestly believed, and still does, that he was doing a good thing.

Listen to the things he says. Really listen to him. Even after everything that happens, even after Miguel and Robby, and Tory and Sam, and even after the destruction of everything and everyone Johnny loves, Kreese is still convinced that what he's doing is what's best for Johnny. He truly, honestly believes that he's helping him.

In his mind, he is making Johnny stronger. He is making him better. He is turning him into a good little soldier who will follow orders to the letter, because if he does what Kreese tells him, he will not and cannot lose. He is doing this because he doesn't want Johnny to feel the things he felt. He doesn't want Johnny to ever feel the sting of a defeat he had no choice but to accept. He sees in Johnny his chance to redeem himself for all the losses he himself has suffered, and he will use any means at his disposal to get him there.

His abuse of Daniel is strictly about punishment. He doesn't love him. He didn’t want to make him stronger. He didn’t want to turn him into a winner. His abuse of Daniel was purely for revenge. He smiled about it. He laughed about it. He wanted to see “a lot more” of it. He tortured a child, and he enjoyed it.

As much as John Kreese loves Johnny Lawrence, he hates Daniel LaRusso.

He hates him for forcing defeat on Johnny. He hates him for being a better student, or a better fighter, or a better anything than Johnny. He hates Mr. Miyagi for being a better teacher, or a better fighter, or just a better everything than him. Mr. Miyagi succeeded in turning Daniel into what Kreese failed in getting Johnny to be, and so Daniel - at the ripe old age of sixteen - gets the dubious distinction of being the living embodiment of both Johnny's and Kreese's failures. Kreese will never forgive him for any of that.

And so, Kreese (in conjunction with Terry Silver, of course) brainwashes him. They convince him to torture himself, and they torture Mr. Miyagi through him. They turn him into something he isn't and never has been. They turn him into the opposite of what Mr. Miyagi taught him to be. They send him home every night, bloody and bruised and completely oblivious to the fact that he's a nothing more than a pawn to them. He's a toy. If Johnny is Kreese's good little soldier, Daniel is his cannon fodder.

Kreese loves Johnny, and he hates Daniel, and he destroyed them both. But what has to be understood is that in his mind, everything he’s done have been "good" things.

To redeem Kreese now, to turn him into a "good guy," to have both of his victims forget and forgive him for everything he did, would not only be wholly unbelievable, it would invalidate everything they've been through. It would erase everything that turned the children they were into the men they are. It would cheapen and dismiss everything Kreese did to them.

It wouldn't just "flip the script" on their story. It would rewrite it wholesale.

At its heart, Cobra Kai is Johnny's and Daniel's story. Kreese plays a large part in that story, absolutely. But it’s not his. What they suffered at his hands shaped who and what they are, what they feel about each other, and what they believe about themselves. For better or worse, he is Cobra Kai.

He is their boogeyman.

And if the show is about Johnny and Daniel, then it has to be about them dealing with the impact Cobra Kai - and John Kreese - has had and continues to have on them and the people they love. For that to be possible, Kreese has to remain what he is and has always been.

A little bit good, and a whole lot bad.