#and am apparently going to spend all day crying over him

[healingheartdogs]

To love and care for other animals is to know death.

[kaivenom]

One piece DILFs asking you to live with them... HCS

(obviously, we know they sure have better houses than us)

Characters: Mihawk, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Smoker, Shanks.

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

Him living in a big island castle means that you already had many things on there and you spent many days with him on a row.

The other thing is that when you aren't on the castle, you both spent many time separated, due to his work and yours.

That times when he goes back to the castle and you aren't there and he has to ask you to come and wait days or even a couple of weeks to come, that's when he decides he needs you all the time.

You both were taking breakfast, he was reading a newspaper and you got up to heat your tea/coffe/milk.

"You should spent more time here."

"I already spend a lot of time here."

"Yeah, but i mean... all the time."

"Are you asking me to move in with you, permanently?"

"Kind of..."

He is a lonely, tough men, he really wants to come to the castle after his shichibukai job and find you, but leaving is rough exterior is difficult.

You got close to him and take out his newspaper, you give him a little kiss on the cheek and accept his offer.

Moving all your things from your village to his island was difficult and of course a little hard to explain to people, because you couldn't say you are dating that man.

But moving all your things was worthy, even when you already had a lot of your things there.

Sir Crocodile

He is a bussiness men, a very dangerous one.

He likes to spoil you with gifts and affection and since he has a lot of berries, he buys you so much clothes that you both decided to keep them in his house, so you already had clothes and other things there.

He is a little control freak of HIS things, so he hires people to follow you and keep you safe, as he says.

That makes you upset, so you confront him on his office.

"Why there are so many people following me?"

"I told that idiots to be discreet, i will fire them."

"That doesn't matter, why?"

"Because i like to keep my inversions safe."

"That's what i am? well, inversions are kept on hidden lockers, so what are you going to do next... lock me?"

"Do you want to live with me?" you didn't know how to answer, "you are more than an inversion and i will have peace on mind if you sleep every night with me and my security alarm."

You thought about it for a moment and nodded slowly, every second the idea sounded better.

You spent the night in his house and when you were the next day preparing yourself to go get your things, all of them were already on the front door.

Apparently your powerful bussiness boyfriend had sent his staff to broke into your house and get all packed.

Donquixote Doflamingo

He doesn't ask you, he informs you.

You had a really good night with him, there was a moment when he got jealous over a dude but after that everything was perfect.

When you both ended your night things, you decided to back to your house since you had to work early tomorrow.

You open the door and find that all your things were gone, you thought someone broke in, you were almost crying and were about to call Doflamingo (since he is the king of Dressrosa he is the better person to call)

Then a large figure appeared behind you.

"Hi little thing." your breath paused from the shock.

"Why are you here? You have something to do with these?"

"Of course, you really thought someone could break in my girl's house? do you think i would let you go home without my supervision?, you underestimate my possesiviness towards you."

"And why? you are mad because of that guy on the bar? that's why all my things are gone?"

"Partly yes, your things are not gone, they are on my palace," his arms lifted you from the ground, "seeing that stupid man made me realize that i need to keep a better eye on you... that's why this isn't your house anymore, so lets go home."

Even if you wanted, you couldn't say no, you don't know how are you going to adapt to these new change but you have no option.

Smoker

He is a marine, which means he is a very traditional man (on my perspective), under his rough marine reputation, he want's to do things right with you.

All marine officers have a big house provided by the goverment, he has a estable job, paid vacations and all the requirements to be a good choice partner to live with.

So after thinknig all of that, he decides to make a plan to ask you out.

He makes dinner for you both, not anything fancy, he is a direct man and he doesn't want you to think he is going to propose to you... yet.

The dinner was in his house, and was one of the best dates you both have, even if he couldn't cook the meal right.

"So, i was thinking... i am a man with a stable job, a high rank, a good salary, a good house."

"Are you going to propose?" you couldn't believe it, it felt like it was to soon.

"No, if i wanted to kneel with a ring i would have taken you to the best restaurant i could, like the Baratie or things like that."

"Who would have thought you are such a romantic man."

"I am not."

"Clearly, then what?"

"I am trying to ask you to move in with me."

"We both are marines, i have the same privileges as you."

"Yeah, but i am one rank higher than you, which makes me the one who would ask you to move in." he looks so proud about it.

"Fine, but what we do with my house?"

"We do the paperwork and we should receive a contribution for it and maybe we can't take our next vacations together to a nice island."

"You never take vacations, you love your job more than me."

"Believe me, if this happens, then we will take vacations together."

"Okey, then you should help me to move in, come on." you were already getting up to start moving, the excitement was making you not see things clear."

"I think we can do that tomorrow, now i want you to stay here." he took your hand and sat you on his lap.

Shanks

He is pretty fast to ask you in and well, moving in has two meanings: joining his crew and moving to his quarters.

The first one is really fast because he is a pirate and doesn't spent to much time on a village.

After trying to delay as much as possible his leaving while he thinks about asking you or not, he decides to give it a shot.

"(Y/N)-chan, do you want to live a big pirate life?" he says while passing his arm around your shoulders with a big smile, he looks like he is trying to recruit you to a cult.

You accept and now you are a part of the crew, you have your own quarter on the ship and you like being with the crew.

After a couple of months, you start getting involved with your captains, you were worried about what your crewmates would think about it.

He is worried too, he knows that everything is all fun and with no strings while you both have your different spaces. He knows once you moved permanently to the captain quarter, it would be official and irreversible.

That situation lasted a couple of weeks more till he couldn't wait anymore.

"Hey, sit down," he was waiting for you with a cup of sake, "i konw we've been doing things."

"If that's what you want to call it, then i am dissapointed."

"I mean, this isn't official to the rest of the crew and the world, even if it is to me," he interviewed his fand to yours, making you see you are important to him, "and i don't know if you are ready to take the next step, cause if you do, you will be known as "Akagami Shank's partner," he makes a dramatic pose, before going back to his serious face, "i want you to move to my quarters, if you want to be publicy known as..."

"Yes, i want, even with your stupid snores and your cold feet, i would like to sleep next to you every day."

"Ahhhh, how great it's to hear that... i don't know what i have done if you said no." he gave you a kiss got back to his dramatic being again.

[elliespuns]

Joel Miller's House

and the little details that melt my heart (make me squirm)

I truly adore Joel's cozy porch. It has the perfect ambiance for him to relax and spend quality time with Sarah on warm summer days or quiet evenings. The presence of the water kettle on the table suggests that his porch is a frequent gathering place. Noticing the pumpkins already arranged, despite the fact that the outbreak occurred on September 26th, I feel like someone might have been a bit too eager for Halloween festivities.

Who would have guessed that Joel has always been ready to rock formal Oxford shoes? Young man Joel in a dark suit, tie, and Oxfords? Fuck, I need to breathe.

I thought I was going to shriek in surprise when my eyes landed on the weathered cowboy hat perched on the wall hook. It was such a striking (sexy) contrast to the construction helmet and simple baseball cap. The mere thought of Joel donning a casual baseball hat makes me go bananas. What do they say again? "Save a horse..."

This photograph of Joel and Sarah sitting upon the table, beside Joel's spot on the couch, has forever graced my heart. This tender image speaks volumes of the pure, affectionate bond they shared. Plus, the humble bowl of peanuts resting nearby suggests that Joel probably liked these simple snacks during movie nights together.

When I realize that Joel's true intentions were to launch his own business, reading up on critical matters like "buying a contract" and "everything you need to know to create a startup", it makes me want to cry. The poor man had been working tirelessly, pouring his heart and soul into every endeavor, driven by a burning desire to one day give Sarah the life she deserved. He was doing everything within his power, leaving no stone unturned, but fate had other plans.

The precious photo of baby Joel and his father sharing a fishing trip together unleashes a flood of emotions for me every time. The faded snapshot, forever frozen in time, clearly held a special place in our man's heart, since he kept it enshrined in a frame, with a candle next to it—a tender tribute to the loving dad he lost.

The man was utterly engrossed in the plans for his new project that he was planning in silence. Now let's talk about the old framed photo on his bedside table showing his parents dancing together. It just makes my day. I'm not even going to comment on the napkins sitting there so innocently.

This framed wedding photo of a young couple sitting on the bookshelf in Joel's study has been living in my mind rent free. While the groom looks nothing like Joel, I am certain that this couple is neither his parents (Joel has other photos of them in the house) nor his brother. The question is; who are these people? What connection could they possibly have to Joel? It seems too intimate, too personal, to have a picture of any random couple in such a private sanctum as his study. Could it be that Joel bleached his hair in his youth? After all, that was a common trend in the 90s. I'm scared to even speak this aloud, folks, but what if there's a possibility this couple could actually be a younger Joel and his wife? But then again, Sarah is blond, and this woman is not! (give me reasons to think I'm mistaken in the comments because I'm going crazy over here).

Joel's ardent love for music was evident throughout his home, with a sprawling collection of CDs adorning every room. However, it was the prominent display of CDs by Axel Diggs that stood out above the rest. Probably Joel's favorite musician.

The sunglasses lying on the table by the front door give me butterflies. Joel in sunglasses? It's a crime nobody has ever given us a single photo of Joel Miller in sunglasses. Oh, and the lottery tickets scattered around? Apparently, there's a gambler lurking within the man I thought I knew so well.

As an added treat, I mustn't leave out these two absolutely precious photos that appear to show Joel's parents back in their youth. What a touching gesture by this man to have kept these on proud display all these years. My heart just swells with affection for him seeing this.

[fuck-customers]

Kind of a fuck customers but also a satisfying story at the same time.

My role in the call center I work in involves taking specifically corporate calls, which means I spend all day talking to “business professionals” (and I use that term loosely) including CEOs. As you can imagine, over 90% of these CEOs are the scum of the earth and the most entitled assfaces on the planet.

A week or so ago, I took a call and went through my usual routine of greeting the cardholder and then began going over verification questions. Since we’re A.) a bank and B.) a bank that handles corporate and government credit cards, we take security seriously and require a caller to be able to verify 3 pieces of information based on what the person responsible for their credit cards put on the account. If they don’t pass, we refer them to their company to get the right details.

So as I’m doing this, the guy on the phone is getting increasingly irritated as he keeps getting the security questions wrong. I’m calm and professional the entire time but firm. Eventually I run out of things to verify with him and tell him that we won’t be able to assist and that he needs to contact his administrator. This is apparently where I went wrong.

“LADY I AM THE ADMINISTRATOR!!” He screeches. Ok, great. I look him up and that’s true but there’s a second admin listed, so I ask him to check in with him. He then yells “THERE IS NO OTHER ADMIN! I’M THE CEO OF THIS COMPANY FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!!”

I apologize and tell him while that may be true, he still got his security questions wrong and needs to reach out to his account coordinator then. This man then proceeds to scream at me for the next minute or so saying how we’re an awful bank, how he’s had problems with us for years, blah blah and how we have the worst customer service ever. Keep in mind, I’ve been nice and empathetic this entire time but also I’m not gonna lose my fucking job just because a guy in a suit doesn’t know his shit. I give him the email to his account coordinator and stress again that he needs to talk to them. Then this exchange happens:

Him: “So let me get this straight. You are saying you are REFUSING and UNWILLING to help me, right?

Me: “No, actually I’d love to help you, however we have these security procedures in place for yours and your company’s protection and cannot make exceptions for anyone.”

Him: “This is fucking UNBELIEVABLE! I’ve HAD IT with this bank!!”

Me: “Ok, I’m sorry to hear that. Anything else I can do for you before we disconnect?”

Him: “WHAT IS YOUR NAME? I NEED YOUR NAME. NOW.”

Me: *gives my first name and spells it for him even though it’s a very basic 4 letter name because I’m a bitch*

Him: YOUR LAST NAME.

Me: “We don’t give out anything but our first name for the safety of our employees.”

Him: *insert that condescending, pissed off chuckle middle aged men do when they’re mad here* “Well I’ll tell you what (My Name), when I close this account and pull my MILLIONS OF DOLLARS out of (bank name) and they ask me why, I’ll make sure to tell them that it’s (My Name)’s fault. And I will see to it that you won’t be able to get another job outside of the minimum wage fast food job or whatever you had before this. How does that sound?”

Me: “Sounds great. Now seeing as how this conversation is no longer productive or professional and threats are being made, I’ll be terminating the call, have a nice day.”

Him: “DO NOT HANG UP O-“

Me: *click*

And that’s how making rich, powerful men rage-cry became my new favorite hobby. Thankfully, I haven’t gotten any feedback on that call; not that I would, seeing as how I did my job exactly how I was supposed to. Anyways I hope I’m his 13th reason. ❤️

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[pretty-blkgirl]

Soul’s Desire [Ch. 33]

- Masterlist -

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“Are you sure you didn’t hit your head when you fell?”

“We can go back to the hospital if you need to”

“I swear to God I’ll get Eunji fired, she went too fucking far”

“Want some more food?”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“You sure you’re not concussed?”

“Security stopped me from going onstage when I saw you fall”

“You have a bruise on your arm”

Chan was nice enough to allow you some much-needed silence on the car ride to Han and Lee Know’s dorm, but as soon as you two stepped foot in the door, the other seven of your soulmates swarmed you.

Soon, eight worried men were surrounding you, offering food, questioning you, or ranting about how they were going to avenge you.

Han knew half the reason you were upset was because of the backlash you were getting, so that was the main topic after the boys ensured you were full and well-hydrated.

“This is so fucking frustrating” Felix, the usual peacemaker, seethed. You noticed he and Chan spoke English when they were pissed. Their accents were heavier than usual as they ranted to one another, offering solutions to your problems.

“Baby we’ll take care of this, don’t even worry about it” I.N sighed, giving you a look of sympathy

“How so? It’s not like you guys can tell people to stop talking shit about me”

“I can” Hyunjin shrugged, “And I will. Fuck my idol image, I’ll do whatever it takes to defend you”

You smile, “I appreciate that baby, but that’ll do more harm than good”

“A dating rumor will start. Dispatch will eat that shit right up” Seungmin noted, “Then she’ll get more hate. Then the company is involved, internal investigations, hiatuses maybe”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, his irritation apparent but he nodded, agreeing that speaking out may not be the best solution.

“All we can do is let this shit blow over. I mean, people are talking shit but I saw a bunch of Charms defending me”

“I’ve seen some Stays defending you too” Han pointed out, “Actually, anyone with sense is defending you”

“There shouldn’t be a need to defend her in the first place. People are mad because she had a medical emergency. That’s so stupid” Changbin ranted

“People are stupid” Chan sighed, frustration clear in his voice, “What do you wanna do y/nnie? How do you want to handle this?”

Eight pairs of eyes stared at you as you thought about the question. Really, what could you do?

“It can’t be helped” You conclude, “This is just… one of the downsides of being an idol. It sucks but I just gotta deal with it.”

“I’m so sorry baby” Felix frowns, tears welling up in his eyes. You dubbed Felix the “feeler” in the group. Whenever you felt like crying but you didn’t want to let those tears out, he’d do it for you. Same for if you wanted to laugh, or scream. He gave you that relief.

“I feel like we can at least get Eunji fired” Han groaned

“She said it was an accident, plus I can’t blame her entirely. I hadn’t eaten anything the entire day, part of it was my fault too”

“It wasn’t a damn accident” Changbin huffed, “And don’t blame yourself for anything. However, I’m gonna make it my mission to make sure you’re eating and drinking like you’re supposed to”

You nod, knowing when Changbin is serious about something, nothing is going to stop him from doing it.

“You know what? How about we all turn our phones off and just spend time together? No outside distractions, and especially no social media” Hyunjin suggested

Everyone agreed, but you made sure to send a message to your members and manager, letting them know your whereabouts.

I.N. ran to the kitchen and came back with a large plastic bowl. It had little cartoon cats on it, so you knew who it belonged to.

“Everyone put their phones in the bowl. We’re having a soulmate bonding night”

“You sound like Felix” Minho rolls his eyes but is the first to hand over his phone. The rest of you follow suit, with Hyunjin being the last one to do so.

“Let’s pop some popcorn and watch a movie” You suggest, “I’ll pick the movie”

“Nuh uh y/nnie” I.N. protests, “You have a habit of picking sad movies. We aren’t crying tonight”

“Let’s watch a scary movie,” Seungmin says

“Hell no” Chan and Felix seem to say at the same time

“Romance then” Hyunjin smiles

It’s you who sighs this time, “Hyunjin, please. You know I adore you, but nobody wants to see Titanic….again”

“I say we watch an Action Movie,” Changbin says excitedly, “Jurassic Park?”

“We watched that last time” Han whines

“Let’s just do a comedy” Minho grunts, grabbing the remote and picking a random streaming service

You all settle on a random movie you enjoy and the boys have never seen it.

The spacious living room was filled with laughter, sounds of sneaky kisses, and the crunching of popcorn as your movie marathon went on.

At some point, the movies stopped, and you all had sleepy conversations that lasted way longer than they should have.

Before you knew it though, you were curled up in Minho’s bed, wearing only a shirt you stole from his drawer.

You slept in a starfish position, leaving Minho to sneak off to Han’s room to get a chance at a comfortable night’s sleep.

The rest of the boys went to their respective dorms, all giving you a kiss goodnight before leaving.

You dreamt of sunny days and starry nights, lying on the grass with eight familiar faces huddled around you.

It was the best sleep you had gotten in years.

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[mattmurdocksscars]

Best Friend Blues

Hi guys! Have my word vomit from today lmao I spat this out over a couple of hours at work and I'm kind of happy with it? So, I hope you enjoy! It starts out angsty and ends happily.

Word Count: 3323

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Your best friend was getting married. You should be happy. Elated, even. And instead, you're crying into a bowl of ice cream and doing your best not to think about it. 

Your best friend was getting married and you couldn't be sadder. 

You knew this would happen eventually. That he would find someone and fall in love with them and you would be left to pick up the pieces of your heart. 

You see, you've been in love with your best friend for years. You were always afraid to say anything for fear of losing him. But now it was too late. Far too late. The wedding was in two days. Tomorrow you would have to go to the reception and put your fake smile on and pretend to be happy. But for tonight you were allowing yourself a moment of weakness.

You should have known better.

There was a light tapping at your window and you jumped at the sound. Horrified, you looked to the window to see Matt standing outside of it with a frown on his face. You quickly set the bowl down on your coffee table, wiped your face, and ran to open the window. 

“What are you doing out here?!” You hissed, leaning through the window to look him over. 

“Will you let me in? Please? We need to talk.” Your heart sunk at his words but you backed away and let him fold himself into your living room. It was silent as he turned and closed the window behind him, staying with his back facing you. You took the silence for a few minutes before you couldn't take it anymore.

“Matt, what is-”

“Did you really think I wouldn't notice?” Your heart stopped before resuming at double time. Still, you tried for nonchalance.

“Notice what? What is going on, Matt? Shouldn't you be at home with Veronica?” Matt stiffens then growls and rounds on you. He steps til he's practically towering over you.

“That. That is what I'm talking about. You keep pushing me away anytime I try to spend time with you. So you tell me. What is going on?” You flinch at his words and open your mouth to reply but no words come out. Which is apparently fine because Matt keeps talking. 

“For the last week, every time I pass by your apartment you're either crying or have just finished crying. You're pushing me and the others away. Please. Just tell me what is going on with you. We're all worried and I just want to help you.” He says your name as a plea and it just breaks your heart all over again. Because the way he speaks makes it sound like maybe he could love you too and you know that's not true. You harden your heart and cross your arms over your chest.

“I just don't want to talk about it. I'm fine, Matt. Really.”

He pulls his mask from his head and lets his gaze settle in your direction. His face is desperate and you hate that you've caused him distress.

“Don't. Don't do this to me. You're not fine, I know you aren't. Even if I couldn't tell you were lying to me, I would know that wasn't true. Please, just let me help you.”

Hysterical laughter bubbled up out of you at his words and confusion passed over his face.

“You can't help me, Matt. Not this time.” 

“Why not? What is so wrong that you won't even consider letting me help you?”

You don't even get a chance to consider it, the words just slip out.

“I love you, Matt.” A sound of frustration slips out of his lips.

“I love you too. Now will you please let me help you?”

“You aren't understanding me, Matt. I love you. I'm in love with you. You are my favorite what if.” Matt is speechless in front of you, shock written all over his face. You continue on.

“I have been in love with you since college. But I've always been too scared to say anything for fear of losing you. You wanna know why I'm crying? That's why!”

“Why- why are you telling me this now?”

“Because you asked and I am weak when it comes to you.”

“I'm getting married in two days! What do you want me to do? Cancel on Veronica on her wedding day?”

“Veronica doesn't even know you're Daredevil! How long do you think that relationship, that marriage, is going to last when you can't even be your true self with her!”

“It's my choice not to tell her!”

“Yeah, because you know she'll leave if you do! She doesn't love you, Matt. She loves the carefully curated person you've presented her.” Matt steps back, looking like you slapped him.

“That's not true.”

“It is, and you know it! Veronica is not who you think she is either. Some of the things she's said when we've been out have rubbed me the wrong way.” Matt scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Really? You're going to resort to this?”

“It's true. She talked about making you stop working with Foggy and start working at a big name firm so you could make money. She doesn't understand why you work for the ‘rifraff’ of Hell's Kitchen.” 

“Why would she tell you this and not me?”

“You don't have to believe me, but ask Karen. She heard it too. We both didn't say anything at the time because you seemed really happy with her and because we knew she wouldn't succeed.”

“This is unbelievable. You're supposed to be happy for me!”

“I tried! I really did try! Why do you think I never said anything?!”

“You never should have said anything!”

“You asked!! And I can't exactly lie to you so what did you want me to do?”

“I can't believe this. I can't believe you.” Matt pulled his mask back on and turned towards the window. Fear immediately creeped up your throat and you reached for him.

“Matt, wait-”

“Don't touch me!” You recoiled instantly and your heart shattered. You watched as he climbed out your window and paused outside of it. It looked like he wanted to say something but instead, after a moment, he disappeared. 

Surrounded by the broken pieces of your heart, you fell to your knees and sobbed.

~

Your phone's obnoxious vibrating woke you from your deep slumber. It took a minute to find it and answer it, not even looking at the caller ID.

“‘Lo?” Your voice was hoarse and sounded scratchy and you winced as the events of the night before came rushing back to you. You teared up at the memories but forced them back as the person on the other line started talking.

“Wow, you sound awful! Is that why you aren't here yet?” It was Foggy's cheerful voice on the other end of the line and you were instantly confused. Foggy was obviously referring to the lunch everyone in the bridal and groom party was supposed to be meeting at today but surely after last night, Matt didn't want you there.

“I, uh, don't think it's a good idea for me to come. Matt probably doesn't want me there.”

“What are you talking about, silly goose? Matt's the one who asked me to call you.” Your eyes widened and you froze, at a loss for words. Foggy picked up on it immediately and you heard the background noise dim as he walked away from the others.

“Are you okay? Matt's been kind of weird all day and now you're acting weird. Did something happen between you two? Is everything okay?”

“I- no, Foggy, everything is not okay.” You felt tears start to fall again and sniffled, trying to get yourself together. “We got into a fight last night. Like the worst we've ever had and I- I screwed up, okay?” 

“Hey, hey, it's okay. Whatever you did can't be that bad if he's still asking about you. You wanna tell me what happened?” You hesitated before slowly telling him about the fight from the night before. He was silent the whole time and for a good few minutes afterwards. You winced when he didn't say anything. 

“See? I told you. I screwed everything up and I don't even know why he wants me there.”

“Because he wants his best friends around him when he gets married, whether he's mad at them or not. Honestly, he's probably feeling guilty for forcing an answer out of you.”

“I don't know what to do, Foggy. How can I stand there and watch him do something I know he'll regret?” Foggy was quiet for a moment before he sighed. 

“You and me both. Look, I haven't wanted to say anything because I thought I was the only one having doubts about this relationship. But Matt's made up his mind and you and I both know he can't be convinced otherwise.”

“But Foggy, his religion doesn't exactly condone divorce. What are we supposed to do, just let him marry someone who he's gonna hate in six months?”

“I don't know. But the wedding is tomorrow and they're looking for you and I to both be there. Hang on.” You heard him cover the phone but it still didn't completely muffle his words. You heard someone asking what was taking so long and him telling them he would be right there. The next moment he was back.

“Listen, I can't tell you what to do. I can tell you that if you want me to tell Matt you're sick and can't make it, I will. Or if you want me to tell him you're just running late, I can do that too. Whatever you decide, I support you 100%.”

You sat there and thought about it for a moment before sighing.

“I suppose I can't let my best friend make stupid decisions on his own. Tell him I'll be there soon.”

“Attagirl. You'll be okay, I'll keep you distracted.”

“Thank you, Foggy. You're the best.”

The two of you hung up and you dragged yourself out of bed and over to the closet. You looked at the outfit you had originally planned to wear and put it aside. If you were going to get over Matt, you needed to catch someone else's attention. So you picked out a black dress that still fit the occasion and slipped it on. It fit you perfectly and you forced a smile at yourself in the mirror. With that out of the way, you grabbed your purse and left the house, heading for the brunch spot. You could do this, you told yourself. How bad could it be?

~

If it weren't for Foggy doing his best to distract you, you would've broken down after 5 minutes. Matt barely greeted you when you walked in, something Karen picked up on easily. She shot you a look and you just shrugged before shaking your head and taking your spot next to Foggy. Then it was like every time Veronica laughed at something Matt said or did, you would feel like a knife was in your heart. You wanted that to be you so badly, but it wasn't and you had to accept that. You were lucky Matt hadn't kicked you out of his life after the night before and you counted your blessings where you could. Midway through lunch, you realized you'd caught the eye of a guy across the outdoor space. When he noticed you caught him staring, he winked at you and raised his glass. You forced a smile back and dipped your head in acknowledgement. All the girls cooed, finding it the cutest thing. They urged you to go talk to him and you finally did as they said. But you couldn't help but notice the way Matt white knuckled his cane as you went by.

After exchanging numbers with the guy, you returned to your table. That was when it got really bad.

“What's the matter? Couldn't seal the deal?” Veronica snipped from her spot. You forced a smile and held up your phone. 

“I actually got his number and we agreed to meet up sometime next week.” You said back, a false sugary coating to your voice. Matt cleared his throat and sat up straighter.

“I think it's time we finish up here.” His voice was deep, and you could tell he was pissed off about something but what could it be? You and Foggy shared a look before helping wrap up the last minute preparations. Veronica continued to snip at all of you the whole time and you tried not to snap. The only people she was civil to were her own friends and you, Foggy, and Karen tried not to take it too personally. As lunch finished, you all stood outside the restaurant. Veronica stood with her friends, talking animatedly while the four of you stood back a ways. 

“Thanks for coming out, you guys. I'll see you tomorrow?” The lilt he had on the end of his voice made it sound like a question and he was gazing in your direction so you took a deep breath, forced a grin on your face, and assured him you wouldn't miss it for the world.

“Matt, let's goooo! You can talk to your friends later!” You clenched your fists but let it go as Matt smiled, a forced one if you'd ever seen it, and tapped his way over to her. She took his arm and they made their way down the sidewalk. The three of you waited until they were long gone before any of you spoke. Surprisingly, it was Karen who spoke first.

“Are we really letting this happen?” She asked, biting her lip. 

“I think we kind of have to at this point.” Foggy murmured.

“You guys wanna get drunk at my place?”

There was a resounding yes and the three of you began the trek to the liquor store and then your home. 

Your best friend was marrying someone he shouldn't be, and none of you could do a damn thing about it.

~

“So I just told him the truth! What else was I s'posed to do? He's a human lie detector!” You were explaining to Karen, and Foggy in more detail, what had happened the previous night. They were sympathetic to your plight and it made you feel a little bit better. 

“I can't believe he didn't confess to loving you back.” Foggy slurred out. You immediately whipped your head around to face him, wide eyed.

“What?!”

“Yeah. He's been in love with you for like forever. He only ever dated to keep his mind off of it. No offense Karen.”

“None taken.” She piped up.

“So then why…?”

“I guess he just figured it was time to settle down and neither of you were admitting your feelings to the other so maybe he thought it best if he found someone.”

“That idiot!” Foggy snorted at your outburst and Karen laughed too. “What?”

“You didn't come forth either. This is just as much your fault as it is his.”

Foggy pointed out. You hung your head.

“Yeah, I know.” You sighed. “Let's just get tomorrow over with and hope for the best for our friend. Sound good?”

“Sounds good!”

You bid the two of them farewell and cleaned your space up once they left. You checked your phone before going to bed, seeing a text from the guy at the restaurant. You hesitated before texting back and then putting your phone away. You checked to make sure all of your windows were locked, even the one you kept open for Matt usually. Then you finally laid down. 

Tomorrow, you would get your best friend married and then you would find a way to get over him.

~

“Oh, Matt…” You whispered as you walked up to him. He was dressed to the nines in a fancy tux that was tailored to him and looked amazing. 

“What? Does it look terrible?” He fidgeted with his bowtie, skewing it in the process, and you couldn't help but chuckle. Being around Matt hurt, but you could never deny his presence. You stepped forward and carefully fixed his bowtie back into place.

“You look amazing. Handsome as ever. Veronica is going to go crazy.” You told him. You were standing too close to him, you knew you were, yet you couldn't find it in you to back away.

“Thanks. I'm glad you could make it. Foggy said it sounded like you weren't feeling well yesterday so I was worried.” Ah, so this was his play. Pretend nothing ever happened. Well, you could play that game as well. 

“Yeah, sorry. I woke up feeling rough yesterday cause I didn't get much sleep but I feel better today.” You took a step back and missed the way Matt flinched. You turned from him and looked in the mirror at your dress. It was a simple sheath dress but it was bright pink. All the bridesmaids were in bright colors because of what Veronica wanted and you tried not to cringe at the way it looked on you. Not many people could pull off neon pink and you were certainly no Barbie. But you grinned and bared it because this was what your best friend's future wife wanted. 

“Are you ready? We should take our places in about 15 minutes.” You told him. You heard him take in a sharp breath and it caused you to turn and look at him. Instantly your heart dropped at the look on his face.

“Matt? What's wrong?”

“I can't do this…”

“What? What is it? Are you feeling sick? Should I get Foggy?” 

“I- I'm sorry, I'll be right back.” Matt turned and hurried out of the room. You heard his footsteps, the sound of a door opening, several gasps, his muted voice, followed by a shrieked ‘what did you just say.’ Your eyebrows rose and you heard the sound of a slap which got you moving towards the door. You almost got to it when it was flung open and there stood Matt. His cheek was bright red but he had never looked more proud of himself.

“Matt… what did you do?”

“What I should have done a long time ago.”

“I don't understand, did you just call off your marriage?” 

“Yes, I did.” He said it with such confidence that you could do nothing but gape at him.

“Matthew Murdock it is your wedding day and you called it off?!” You whisper-yelled. 

“Shut up.” He said, starting to walk towards you.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, shut up.” And then he was cupping your face and kissing you and oh, this must be what heaven feels like. He kissed you for several moments before pulling back.

“I have loved you since the first day we spoke. I never should have let myself get caught up in anyone else. You are who I want.” You felt tears well up.

“Matt…”

“Shhh, you don't have to say anything. Just… nod your head if you want to give this a go.” With your forehead pressed to his, he could feel the way you immediately nodded and he grinned. He pulled you in for another kiss.

“Hey, buddy, what's this I hear about a canceled wedding- whoa!”

Matt and you pulled away from each other guiltily and looked towards Foggy who had his hands on his hips. 

“Well it's about time!” 

All of you laughed as Foggy rushed forward and hugged you both close.

“So, does this mean no more evil fiance? Cause I was getting worried, buddy.”

Matt groaned, “Not you too!”

You laughed and smiled. A marriage may have been stopped but you couldn't be happier.

After all, you were in love with your best friend and he loved you too. What more could you ask for?

[mrsjoeythehurler]

When I Met You

(OC FMC x Liam Mairi)

I’ve decided to write a fic about an OC and Liam Mairi from Fourth Wing. It’s going to follow the events of the first book and I’m so excited to share it with you. This is my first fic I’ve ever written so keep that in mind while reading :)

I hope you enjoy it!

All characters except for Aurora Sallow who is my OC and the FMC of this fic belong to Rebecca Yarros. The plot of Fourth Wing also belongs to Rebecca Yarros.

Content Warnings: most of the warnings that are for Fourth Wing are also going to be for this fic. That includes: Blood, death, injury, violence and war. The only content warning I am adding is panic attacks (2).

✧･���: *✧･ﾟ Aurora Sallow ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

It's Conscription Day—a day I'm not particularly happy to take part in, but I don't have a choice.

I was always meant to become a Scribe. I was always meant to look at books all day and spend my time transcribing them. It's what I've been studying for since I could remember.

That all changed when my parents sat me down two days ago to tell me I was required to become a Rider. My whole world was flipped upside down, my entire future ripped away from me in one 20-minute conversation.

The Riders' Quadrant is apparently in need of more Riders. I heard it's because most dragons are uninterested in bonding with humans, and I'm one of the unlucky ones who's been chosen to try and change that.

Looking around me, I see guards mounted on either side of the entrance and walking about. I see people hugging and conversing with their loved ones and the occasional person silently praying, most likely to any gods who will listen to ensure their safety. They're probably going towards the same destination as me.

Sighing, I look down and make sure my outfit is in order before fixing my hair. I tried to dress appropriately for the Riders' Quadrant—well, as appropriately as my closet back home had to offer. I'm wearing a gray long-sleeved shirt and corset, black pants that are a bit too tight for my liking, and my favorite pair of black platform boots. I'm just about to look through my bag to double-check that I have everything when I hear a familiar voice.

It's Violet Sorrengail. We've been classmates for a really long time. She's always been really kind and someone I consider a friend. Like me, Violet always wanted to become a Scribe; we would always talk about our hopes for the future and look forward to reading books all day.

What is she doing in this line?

She's talking to her sister Mira, so I don't want to interrupt, but I want to know why she's not with the Scribes anymore. She was always among the most intelligent people in our class, if not the smartest. She was going to be the best Scribe the Quadrant ever had. I don't see her wanting to give that up, especially considering it was her dream.

The line continues to move slowly, and when there's only one person ahead of me, I start to really feel the anxiety. I don't know how I'm going to do this. I didn't know two days ago, and I sure as hell don't know now. Who knows if I'll even pass the Parapet? I could be slowly walking towards my death right now. Maybe I should have talked to my parents more and tried to convince them that I can't do this and that anyone else out there is a better fit for this than I am. But I hate disappointing people. My parents don't even know that my panic attacks are back. They were so happy and relieved that I was doing better over the last year, but it all fell apart.

"Next!" Someone calls from ahead of the line.

It's a rider, a marked rider. Along with Captain Fitzgibbons, who’s a Scribe. "Aurora Sallow? First Violet Sorrengail, and now you?"

I give him a small smile. "I'm sorry, sir."

He nods. "It will be sad to see you go. Your future as a Scribe looked so bright."

I want to cry. Instead, I keep my small smile in place and try my best to keep my voice level. "Thank you."

As I go through the entrance, I climb the hundreds of stairs.

After what feels like 100 hours, I'm at the top of the turret, and it's raining. The turret is all stone, formed in a circular platform. The river below shines, with the sun glinting off the surface. Darkness runs through it that rivals the deep sea. I shouldn't have looked down.

Straight ahead lies the Parapet. It's a very slim bridge made of stone with nothing on either side to hold onto. It's a test to see how well you would manage while riding a dragon.

I'm screwed.

There are three riders at the entrance, but only one catches my eye—a mountain of a man with black hair and warm, tawny skin. He turns my way, and I can see the scar running through his left eyebrow, and that's when I know who it is. Xaden Riorson.

Xaden is the son of the Great Betrayer, Fen Riorson, who led the Rebellion. All of the children of the rebels were forced to join the Riders' Quadrant in response to their parents' decisions. I bet they hoped Xaden would get killed, but they were wrong. He's a third-year Wingleader now.

And he's also kind of scary.

Once he sees me staring at him, he narrows his eyes. I'm not sure if it's with recognition or disgust.

Then, I decide to wave at him like an idiot.

He turns back to talk to the Rider beside him, pretending I don't exist.

Yeah, I'm so screwed.

"Next!" Another Rider calls, and I step forward.

[ssahotchnerr]

getting those requests bestie, how about aaron calling to tell you that he will have to be away on valentine's but it's all a cover so he can get the entire team to help him plan a really romantic dinner? top that with a cute gif like a promise ring

kept promises

happy valentine's day! 💓 cw; hurt to comfort, suggestive content

"hi, sweetheart."

aaron didn't need to say anything. just from the tone in his voice- disappointment, regret- you knew what was coming.

your heart dropped and you resisted the urge to audibly let out a sigh, tears pinching behind your eyes. "you won't make it home?"

"no, i'm sorry." aaron apologized, exhaling a breath through the phone. "i know i promised i would, but it looks like we won't be wrapping up here for at least another day. maybe two."

you nodded, despite the fact he couldn't see you. the team had been called out to new mexico, over a week ago now, and both you and aaron had been confident he would make it home in time for valentine's day. not to mention, your first valentine's day together.

you had been looking forward to it, a lot, knowing that whatever the two of you got up to, would be amazing and special and memorable. when aaron had first called to let you know he was going out of state, he had insisted this case wouldn't last over a week. he promised. however, you couldn't help but feel doubtful, the nagging thought in the back of your mind telling you not to get your hopes up. and for good reason, apparently. evidently and sadly, he had been wrong.

"we'll just have to celebrate whenever i'm back in town, alright? i'll make it up to you, i promise."

again, you nodded. "okay. that's fine."

"i really am sorry." his tone was sad, guilty. there was also something additionally off about it, but you couldn't quite place it.

"i know you are." you sighed, meaning it with your whole heart. it wasn't his fault, but you wouldn't deny feeling disappointed. "you're right, we'll do something when you're home. it's just a day right? it's a just stupid number." you shook your head, convincing yourself more so than him. "just be safe, please. i love you."

aaron returned the sweet words. "for you, always."

-

you had started the day feeling negative, so it only made sense that's how your day would go.

aaron's vacant pillow seemed lonelier this morning when you awoke, immediately reminding you that while you weren't alone this valentine's day, per say, you would still be spending it alone.

your coffee had spilled all over you as you exited your car before entering the office, coating your new bag as well.

you had suffered through meeting after meeting, all of which had left you feeling high-strung, overwhelmed and unmotivated.

your coworkers had been bragging about their big valentine's plans that night with their partners, and the image of aaron's empty bedspace kept flashing into your mind.

nothing had gone right- and as you walked through the apartment's hallway once the work day had finally ended- you couldn't wait to bury yourself under the comforter, maybe order some takeout if you were feeling up for it, and maybe end your day talking to aaron, time permitting.

you pushed the front door open, and immediately froze at the sight you before you.

the apartment was dimly lit, candles adorning the shelves, table, anywhere your eyes landed. there was also a large vase of roses waiting, a small wrapped gift placed besides it. a delicious aroma also filled your nose, making your mouth water. all of which was accompanied with rose petals scattering the span of the floor. and, most importantly, there was your aaron.

"aaron?" you could nearly cry at the sight of him, and in fairness- you practically did, tears springing to your eyes. you didn't hesitate to drop your belongings, flinging yourself into his arms.

"hi sweetheart." you could hear his smile, feeling him press a kiss to the top of your head before tightening his hold on you.

"you're here?!" you mumbled into his chest, squeezing him tightly as well, as if he would disappear right before your eyes and end up states away again.

"i'm here." he chucked softly in confirmation, and you let go of him, allowing you to gaze up at him.

"when did you get home?" you asked, searching his face. "i thought you said two more days?"

"this morning." he smiled, his eyes gentle and happy. "i spent the day getting ready for tonight. i have a few... surprises planned."

"you... what?" you exclaimed, still in disbelief. your eyes were equally as bright as you threw your arms around him once more.

"you didn't think i'd miss our first valentine's day together, did you?" he teased, pinching your side lightly before his hands found place at your hips. "the team helped me put this together, actually." he glanced around.

"they... what? wait," you smiled at him, with a scrunch of your nose. "did you lie to me, aaron hotchner?"

"i did," his expression was cheeky, letting out another laugh before one of his arms landed behind your shoulders, pulling you against him. "i didn't want you to suspect anything, so i went with a slightly mean approach. i'm sorry, but to be fair, you always manage to figure out what i'm up to and i didn't want to risk that this time."

he had you there.

all you could do was grab his face, kissing him roughly but with all the tenderness in the world. he all but groaned into your mouth, digging his nails into your hip as he deepened the kiss, making up for all the lost contact the past week had brought.

"i can't believe you." you mumbled against his lips with a giggle, your heart swelling with all the love possible for him.

"i promised, didn't i?" he mumbled against your lips, slotting a leg in between yours. "i promised this would be a valentine's day you would never forget. so, happy valentine's day, my love. may there be many more."

[slytherinshua]

[ 11:27pm ]

“You missed our date. Again.” You muttered, placing your bag down and discarding your shoes. He didn’t respond for a couple seconds, only making it harder for you to not get mad at him. 

It wasn’t even his fault. He didn’t have much control over his schedule, so who were you to get mad that it got changed last minute? You should be mad at his manager if anyone. Still, if there was a little more communication, then maybe you wouldn’t feel as though you were being left in the dark so often.

“Sorry… I’m sure you’re disappointed.” He sighed, voice sounding a bit rough. You wondered if he had lost his voice again from straining it too much.

“It gets a little more than just disappointing after the 4th time.” He didn’t respond and you glanced at him only to see him typing some message.

“You might as well be dating your manager. You spend more time texting them than you do texting me.” You said icily, already foreseeing you saying some things which you would regret later. But your brain was too clouded to worry about that. All you could feel was the disappointment, betrayal, frustration, and sadness that you felt after waiting for hours for him to just show up— but apparently even that was too much to ask.

“I don’t do it on purpose.” Seungmin mumbled. He was tired, you could tell.

“Are you sure about that? Cause it seems like you do.” Your words were getting more heated by the second, and you only got more agitated from another text lighting up Seungmin’s phone.

“Go on. Answer the text. Prove my point.” You challenged, your eyes burning with anger and tears, waiting for what he would do.

“Not tonight, Y/n, please not tonight. This is important.” He said, reaching for his phone to answer the text as if those words were enough to shut you up. They probably should’ve been.

“It’s more important than your girlfriend who you haven’t seen all day?” You asked, a sarcastic laugh escaping your mouth. It at least made him pause, leaving the text unread for an extra five seconds. Record time.

“I hate fighting with you. You know I hate it.”

“Then why do you never show up!?”

He retracted his hand, slow and scared. Scared that he had messed up too badly this time.

“I’m always the one waiting! Waiting for your texts and calls. Waiting for you to show up. You’d think that after all this time I’d stop being so naive about it…” The first tear slipped past your waterline, making its slow descent down your cheek. Seungmin was staring at you, soft eyes still managing to show that he cared. Despite his tiredness, despite your anger, he still cared.

“I keep thinking this date is the one that’ll be successful. But it never is. I always manage to get hurt and disappointed. Every. Time.” Your shoulders shook and you looked down, anger subsiding and being replaced with sadness.

He stood up, hesitantly reaching out to touch your shoulder, making sure you didn’t shrink away from him. He wouldn’t blame you if you did. He pulled you to his chest, heart aching from seeing you cry, especially since he was the reason for it. He hated it the most in the world.

“I’ll show up. I promise I’ll show up…” He whispered as one of his hands gently rubbed circles on your back. 

He wasn’t going to break his promise this time.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ skz taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2,, @ddeonudepressions,, @justhyunhoer

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: forgive me for this angst idek how this happened, it's 1 am 💀

[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 17- Mirror sex w/ Hyunjin+ chan

⤷ warnings: oral(m), unprotected sex, some angst, crying, fem!reader dom!hyunjin dom!Chan,

⤷ word count:1.3k

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You don't know why you feel this way, like you were almost worthless. Spending most of your free time in bed, avoiding any reflective surface. Every time you saw yourself you felt like you could vomit.

You had the day off, thank god. With your two boyfriends at work and your nature to always think you're bothering someone you choose to ignore the feeling, bundling up in your bed with some music blasting through your ears.

You had your playlist on shuffle, though you didn't know how long you've been listening to music. You come across a sad song and instantly start crying. Like all your emotions came down on you.

What you didn't know is that hyunjin and chan came home. When they stepped into the room and heard your cries their hearts broke.

They slowly walked over to you, sitting on the bed. The sudden dip in the bed jerks your body up looking at why the bed moved. Looking up to see your boyfriends looking you in your eye.

"What's wrong princess?" Chan speaks up first, rubbing your arm.

"Nothing, just tired" you were foolish if you thought you could fool them.

"You know you can tell us anything right? Please just tell us." You hear hyunjin whisper. Encasing his hand with yours.

You ponder for a second, wondering if you should actually tell them. Tears started to well up in your eyes. Eyes slowing turning bloodshot red once more.

"I-" you barely manage to get a word out before you dip your head back into the mattress crying again.

Chan and hyunjin share a look, peering back down at you. Hyunjin lifts you up slightly from the bed into his lap while chan goes to get some water.

"Hey baby, talk to me" hyunjin taps your thighs. Once, twice to ground you, or try to.

"Let's wait for channie to come back hm?" He presses a kiss to your forehead, bringing your head into his chest patiently waiting for chan to come back.

As he comes back he turns your face to his,

"Drink." He holds the glass to your mouth. Tilting some of the cold liquid into your mouth. The crying stopped, though you can't help sniffle every once in a while.

"Can you tell us what happened now?" Chan brings tissue, gently wiping your face from any stray tears.

"Just don't feel pretty enough."

"Why didn't you tell us? You know we are always here for you right baby?" he noticed the stutter in your voice, frown becoming more apparent.

He didn't even let you finish your sentence he cuts you off.

"How about this, go take a shower and come back okay?"

"Okay" you get up and go straight into the bathroom. Maybe you really needed the shower. The warmness of the water taking a whole bunch of stress off your shoulders.

When you were about to get you, you realized you forgot a towel. Not wanting to walk out naked even though it's nothing they haven't seen.

"Hyune?" You shout down the hall, asking him to bring a towel for you. What you didn't expect was to be pressed against the counter, the only thing separating you guys is the cloth.

"You're so pretty you know that?" He leans further into you causing you to arch your back over the sink.

"Am I?"

"Prettiest" he leans in to give you a soft kiss before tossing you a pink set.

"We have a surprise for you darling, why don't you put this on hm? He whispers before shutting the door.

You look at the fabric he gave you; a lingerie set. You're favorite because of all the straps, with the heart in the middle of the brallete. You put it on, still wrapping the towel around your body as you walk out the room.

You open your bedroom door, seeing hyunjin and chan peer their heads over to you.

"Sit." Chan says patting the empty space on the bed in-between them.

You tried walking the the towel still on but getting a stern look from Chan instead. You slowly take it off, sitting on the bed covering your chest.

"Let us play with you hm? You've been so good." Hyunjin removed your hands, lightly pushing you back.

Their apartments bedroom had a mirror installed on their ceiling, they didn't mind it. They had to real reason to use it. Not until they met you.

When you joined them, they thought the mirror was perfect. Using it to make you shy anytime you guys were intimate.

When you look up, you can see your reflection. You can tell hyunjin wants to touch by the way he's caressing your exposed skin.

He leans in to pepper kisses on your neck. You feel the bed dip once more, looking up to see chan at your side.

'keep your eyes up and open 'kay?" He presses his lips against yours, tilting your head up for better access.

You felt hyunjin sneak his hands into your panties, running his fingers up and down your folds slowly. Spending little time at your clit before plunging two fingers into you.

"Eyes open or we will stop." With each enunciation of his words, he curls his fingers up causing you to close your eyes but opening them quickly again.

"Good girl, doing such a good job already" chan praises, leaving more marks. Ones left earlier fading.

Hyunjin goes at a steady pace, rubbing his thumb on your clit. You try and close you thighs, pleasure becoming too much for you.

"Nuh uh," hyunjin lowers his hand to lightly slap your thighs bringing them to open again.

"M' sorry, gonna cum." You clench down on his fingers, cumming as he curls his fingers up once more.

"She's been so good right chan?" Hyunjin says as he turned you over on all fours.

"Think we should give her a reward hm?" Chan mumbles, repositioning himself. Crotch infront of your face.

You stare at him then back at his crotch,

"Hyung I think she wants to suck you off, such a dirty girl hm?" Hyunjin takes off his pants and underwear. Jerking his cock before placing it at your hole.

"Gonna take it like a good slut right?"

"y-yes" the feeling of his tip against your folds tantalizing.

"Good" hyunjin whispers as he pushes in, hands finding your waist.

As hyunjin moves his hips you see chan pull down his shorts, just above where he needs to pull his cock out.

He taps the tip, leaking with his precum against your lips. "Open up baby" easing into your mouth. His hands gravitating towards your neck. Simply resting it there.

"Look at her, taking cock in two holes. Must be desperate tonight clenching on my cock like that" hyunjin moans, speeding up his thrusts.

"Take us so good s-shit" you feel chans tip reach the back of your throat, gagging around his cock. Throat closing in over his cock. You could feel every twitch of his cock, both of theirs even.

"Gonna make me cum baby" hyunjin grabs your breast, needing the plush flesh in between his hands.

You had no warning when chan came, the feeling of warm salty liquid filling your mouth. He pulls out plugging your mouth with his thumb.

"Swallow." Some split out, but you managed to swallow majority of it. Sticking out your tongue after.

His fingers go down towards your clit, rubbing figure 8's on it.

"Cumming!" You feel liquid pool down your thighs, dripping down ever so slowly. Not telling who's copious amount of fluids is who's.

"Making me cum like a good girl fuck" hyunjins movements falter, becoming erratic trying to ride out his own high. He pulls out soon after chan, lying down next to you.

"Prettiest girl in the world."

[nomoreusername]

It's Not Goodbye

Pairing:Newt x gender neutral reader

Summary:After finding out you're not immune, you are ready to get rid of yourself only to be caught by Newt.

It was okay at first. I felt no different than I always did. I was a bit sore from the Cranks, but it didn't matter. I had saved Newt from the one that tried to kill him, and that's what matters. Nobody ever died from a bite when they're immune.

Unfortunately, they do if they're not. It turns out I was one of the unlucky suckers capable of turning into those things.

At first, I didn't even notice it. There was a lot of pain in my ankle, but it wasn't bad enough to say anything. I thought I was just irritable because I was hot and tired. That's a reasonable explanation.

Then, I noticed something. Black veins started growing from the bite. That's when it finally kicked in. I wasn't immune. Now I have two options. I could kill myself or spend my life as one of those things. The choice is obvious.

I didn't tell anybody. I just didn't have enough energy. Apparently, the flare gives you enough energy to harshly shove your friend to the ground though. Minho ended up with bloody elbows after that. I went full force. All eyes turned to me, and it was obvious that everyone was pretty pissed off that I would do that. Everyone ignored me for the rest of the day.

As night fell I thought about it. My last day with them was spent with me holding back tears. I hurt my friend without thinking about it. I was dangerous which meant I had to leave. It was now or never.

Unfortunately, the only gun was in Newt's bag. I cautiously kneeled next to him. Since he was using it as a pillow I used my hand to support his head. By some miracle he didn't wake up, and I had the gun in my hands.

That's when it went wrong. Newt woke up, and in my fear I dropped him and ran. He was quickly startled awake. He looked in the bag and noticed the missing gun. By then I was already out of sight.

I put the gun against my head as my breathing grew heavy. I sucked in as much air as possible and closed my eyes. Then, I went to pull the trigger.

"No!"Newt yelled, snatching it from my hand. I quickly pulled him down and held him to the ground. He groaned in pain, and I realized just how evil I was becoming.

"I'm sorry Newt, but I have to do this. Just give it to me,"I pleaded.

"No. You're not doing this,"He argued, keeping it close to him. I knew it could go off so I took it from his hands. Before I could do anything he knocked it away, and the last bullet was set off.

"No! What have you done?! What did you do?!"I cried, rushing towards it. I did everything to click it over and over as if I could set it off. Nothing happened.

"Why would you do this? How could you do this to me?"I sobbed, burying my face in my hands. By now the others had woken up and came over to see what was happening. I'm sure it was a terrible sight. I was crying while holding a gun, and Newt was frozen in shock.

"You killed me. You killed me in the worst way possible,"I sobbed, biting my lip to hold back my screams. I heard my friends run to my side to figure out what was happening.

"I couldn't let you-"

"I'm infected. Why do you think I've been so angry lately? It's already happening. I'm losing my mind, and you just made it go on,"I explained, my throat sore from the sobbing.

A heavy silence filled the air. I pulled my pant legs to reveal the way veins were growing so it would sink in.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,"Newt uttered, wrapping his arms around me. I just sat there and let him hold me.

"I need another way. I can't live like this."

"What if we can find some way to help? Maybe we could slow it down until we get there,"Teresa spoke up. I sadly shook my head.

"You all saw what I did to Minho. I just did it to Newt. I'd rather die as I am than being hated."

"We don't hate you,"Thomas whispered.

"Not yet. Please, help me. Let me do something. Anything,"I begged. By now even the wind seemed to stop making any noise.

"I found a knife in the mall. It's the only thing I have. I don't think anyone has anything else"Newt whispered.

"It sounds better than being beaten by Aris's bat,"I attempted to joke, giving a sad smile. I was more than thankful when he did his best to return it though it looked like a grimace.

"I'll go get it now,"He said quietly. I nodded my head as he walked away.

As he did my friends, new and old, kneeled beside me. I let them hug me, knowing it would be the last time. By now several tears from them were falling. I didn't have it in me to do that. All I knew was that I would die still being loved. That was enough.

"I'm sorry,"Minho whispered. I just sadly shook my head.

"I think I'd be just as bad if something like that happened to me,"I assured him. Before he could say anything else Newt was back with a tear streaked face.

Everyone moved as he sat beside me. He was trembling as placed the knife in my hand.

"I guess this is goodbye,"He uttered. I shook my head no.

"I don't believe in goodbyes. I'll see you later,"I corrected him.

"Okay. I'll see you later,"He repeated, placing one last kiss on my lips. It was the slowest one we ever had because it was going to be our last for a long time. Eventually, we had to pull apart.

More tears ran down his face which I wiped away. He leaned into my touch.

"I need you to go back to the campsite. Don't turn back tomorrow. Go forward so you don't have to see me like that. Can you do that for me?"I asked.

"I will. I love you Y/N."

"I know. I love you too. Now this is the part where we walk hand in hand."

"And after that?"

"One last kiss, one last I love you, and whatever comes in the next life."

[monsterswithimagines]

Undisclosed Desires - Part 24

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 873

Masterlist

The flight to The Netherlands is long and annoying.

There is a fat man next to me, taking up all my space, and a baby in the row behind me is crying the whole time. I can't sleep at any part during the eight hour flight even though I really should, and I can't focus on Sky full of elephants - a book which you recommended to me - either. Also, I feel dehydrated, so I drink a lot of water, but then I just have to pee every ten minutes.

I feel disgusting when I finally get off the plane, and Amsterdam airport sucks. It takes forever until I can get my suitcase and it takes even longer for the one line (one!) that is open at customs to let all the non-European Union travellers through.

But it's all worth it, (Y/n), because when I walk into the departures hall, you are waiting for me.

You don't care that I'm sweaty, or that my shirt stinks. You just about crash into me and hug me. Then you kiss my lips and then my nose and then my lips again. I kiss you back and I forget all about how uncomfortable I am.

“Hey, you,” I say.

“Hi,” you answer, smiling against my mouth.

You have lost weight, even in just the five days I haven't fed you. Don't people usually gain weight when they spend a lot of time with their grandparents?

You're wearing a red woollen hat with a puffball on top that I only know from Nadia's Instagram. It makes you look like a little elf.

“You look cute,” I tell you.

You make a face.

“It's 42 degrees, I'm dying in all this shit.” You gesture down at your attire: an unzipped, light blue puffer coat, a sweater that goes to your knees and skinny jeans. “Thank you, though.” You eye my suitcase. “Lemme take that.”

“Isn't the guy supposed to carry his girlfriend's stuff?”

“You were just on a plane for eight hours, and we're about to get on a train for two more. It's not fun. Let me carry your suitcase for you, mister macho man.”

I laugh, and I let you.

On the train, I should look out the window at all the new things I’ve never seen before. But all I wanna look at is you.

We're sitting in a spot for four people, even though enough spots for two are open. These trains are nothing like the ones in New York. I expected to have to stand uncomfortably for two hours, but this is alright. The seats are nice enough and there isn't too much litter. There are some teenagers loudly playing their music and talking, but when you're used to the New York transit line, that's nothing.

Your legs are stretched sideways. You are typing on your phone and I want to ask who you're texting, or to say anything to you at all, but you are frowning. You are not in the mood for idle questions, so I wait for you to talk to me, first.

Eventually, you put your phone away and smile at me.

“Sorry about that.”

“Is everything okay?”

“It's just my grandparents. They want us to come by their house right away and I thought I already made it clear that wasn't going to happen, but now my grandma's on it again and I'm having real trouble relaying through my uncle that you've just been on a long ass flight.”

“We can go by their house.”

“No.” You shake your head firmly. “I'm going to save you from yourself here. No.”

You know when I just want to please you, and I love that you know to stop me when it's too much.

“Okay then.”

“Trust me. You're going to take a shower and fall into bed and you are going to crash hard. I only just got over the jet lag, myself. It's much worse this way than back.”

Back. You consider New York going back because that's where I am.

“I believe you.”

I want you to bring up Mitch, but you don't.

I ask: “is your mom still not going to be there, by the way?”

A complicated emotion crosses your face. Then, you go carefully blank. You shake your head.

“That's too bad,” I say.

“Apparently she thinks I told her I don't want to talk to her,” you tell me. “I never said anything like that, but it's not the first time she's made stuff like that up.” You shrug. “Anyway, she's not coming if her boyfriend's not allowed to come, and apparently she's not taking the news that you are allowed to come very well, either.”

You cross your arms, and you cross your legs and your body is closed. You are hurting and I don't know what to say to you to make it better.

We are silent for a moment.

“Anyway,” you say, taking a deep breath. “When we get to the AirBnB, you should take a shower and I'll go out and get some food.”

“That sounds great.”

“What're you hungry for?”

“You grew up here. You probably know what's good better than I do.”

“I'll figure it out then.”

[sweetbbyshion]

Eros' song

-> Shinichiro Sano x Reader (no pronouns or descriptions)

characters: Shinichiro Sano

genre: fluff

summary: you write a poem as a way to confess to your best friend

warnings: childhood friends to lovers, i wrote the poem so please don't be too mean or i'll cry, also DON'T STEAL THE POEM FOR THE LOVE OF GOD it will be my last reason, the reader is into books, first quote is from Kafka's Letters to Milena and the second is Edgar Allan Poe's Annabel Lee

network: @eveningatthemoviesnetwork

Shinichiro has been your best friend since your first memory surfaced. From the moment you could process thoughts and emotions, the man has been close to you. Truly, it was a matter of time until one of you fell in love and you happened to be the (un)lucky one.

You were no older than thirteen when the infamous incident happened. Shinichiro (also thirteen and with a really, really ugly hairstyle) looked at you and gave you a big toothy smile, like he always does whenever a cool bike passes by you. Suddenly, flowers exploded behind him, angels sang, the sun shone brighter than it had all day and you found yourself almost squinting and on the verge of throwing up because of the butterflies in your stomach. Metaphorically, obviously.

It was a shame, really. You nearly yelled at the universe for not giving this evil curse to Shinichiro instead but, apparently, the entities above also doomed Shinichiro to a life of rejection. So, you suffered because your best friend didn’t look at you and the man suffered because no girl wanted him.

At thirteen you turned into poetry and all kinds of literature, finding pieces that you related to a bit too much and, eventually, writing things yourself. Shinichiro didn’t understand most of the stuff you read, always questioning what words meant and what was so special about those poems that had you tear up so often. You shared that part of your life with him as well, showing the poems, drabbles, verses you came up with that were messily written in your journal. Fortunately for you and your weak heart, Shinichiro didn’t really understand that most of the things you wrote were about him.

It stayed that way until you were twenty three. You were less naive, more in tune with the feelings that made you want to throw up years ago and definitely in love with your best friend (who kept getting rejected even after changing the horrible hairstyle; the Gods really hated you both). Shinichiro had his own bike shop, a gang that supported him through everything and you. He still happily reads whatever you wrote in your journal and he still doesn't understand half of the stuff you have there but the honest praise and support makes your heartbeat a little bit faster. Shinichiro is there when you publish your very own poetry book, his name deservedly on the first page. To Shinichiro, who was always there for me. As Franz Kafka said “In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out.”

So, maybe, you were a bit too obvious with the whole ‘I love you’ deal but Shinichiro didn't seem to understand all the hints you dropped. Everyone around you seemed to find out about your little secret and some of his friends even went out of their way to let you know he felt the same but you weren't so sure.

“What you writing over there?” the smooth voice of Shinichiro pulls you back to reality, the noise in the shop coming back in an instant. It was almost dinner time and you came into the shop hoping to have a meal with your best friend before going home. Deciding to entertain yourself, you pulled out your notebook and a pen from your bag and wrote some ideas that popped in your head as you stared with heart eyes to the object of your affection.

“Nothing important.” A lie. The words that stared back at you formed, yet again, another finished love poem that you dreamed of showing to Shinichiro in hopes that he would read it and return your feelings. Shinichiro knew you were lying. Somehow he always knew. You refuse to return eye contact when he grabs your pen and doodles mindlessly next to the verses, a routine he acquired when you whined about the pages of your journal being too boring with just words in it. You look at his hands gently drawing small hearts (Shinichiro couldn't draw a heart even if it was to save his family but you grew to love the blob shapes) and a random dog with stars surrounding it.

“Can I read it?” You meet his eyes, tender and sweet, which were already looking at you. Your heart flips, turns and does cartwheels when Shinichiro gives you that toothy smile that makes him close his eyes and you can only let out a small “Sure.” before closing your mouth so you don't accidentally confess.

My soul holds a secret that my pen

Now wishes to share.

In ink-stained lines, my feelings find a home:

Untold to anyone but the Gods from above,

As I convoke Eros to help me compose a piece

That will reach your heart.

But do I dare?

Do I dare trouble the deities with a greedy tone

When I can’t gather the courage

To whisper confessions when we’re alone;

The only witness to my love

Being the moon shining high up

And the paper getting stained with passion.

So sure of my affection yet,

I hesitate.

Do you dare reciprocate these heavy feelings

That only keep me awake at night or

Am I merely a friend that consoles your ego

When things fall apart?

But it’s okay,

For I have accepted the possibility

The harsh, unwanted probability

That I’m doomed to an existence of unrequited love

And a lifeless life

Without the muse who inspires me

To write the most loveful poems and

The most sorrowful verses.

You nervously glance at Shinichiro while he is reading, noticing how his eyes squint and his nose scrunches from time to time (he does it when he doesn't understand something that is written). You pay close attention to his face, the poet in you wishing to remember Shinichiro until your last day if the worst was to happen. A part of you hopes the man will finally understand all of the things you wished to say but weren’t strong enough to. You pray that your poem reaches his heart and soul, that he sees you not only as a longtime friend but a life partner. “Wow.” He sighs, lifting his eyes from the paper to settle on you again. “I’ll never get tired of saying you’re really good.” Shinichiro stands back at his full height, murmuring about back pain after leaning down for so long. You look up at the man who has your world spinning around him, waiting to see if he says something more. He doesn't.

“Is that all?” You ask, playing with the bracelet on your wrist (a gift from Shinichiro when you turned 18). He looks at you confused. His eyes scan the paper again, rereading the verses to figure out if he missed anything. He still looks lost so you grab the pen and, in a moment of courage, you write a few words at the bottom of the poem. For Shinichiro, who I “loved with a love that was more than love”. The handwriting is shaky, giving away the anxiety exuding out of you. Shinichiro reads the additional words, then stops, then looks at you. You get up, not being able to have his body towering you that way. He is standing next to you and, for the first time, you’re not sure about the emotions revealed by his eyes. You wonder if you made a mistake confessing out of nowhere, in his shop, while his siblings and friends are hanging out and the last customers exit. You should have eased your way into the subject but what’s done is done and all you have left is to wait.

“I know I’m not the smartest person…” Shinichiro’s eyes are on you, reading your every move. “But does this mean what I think it means?” You nod, not trusting your voice. His eyes widen and, in a sudden movement, Shinichiro is even closer to you. His hands are on each side of your face, forcing you to look at him. “You wrote a poem for me. A love poem.” You nod again, your movements a bit restricted by the big hands holding your face in place. “I’m going to kiss you.”

Shinichiro gives you five seconds to step back before his lips are crashing against yours. You don't think any poem, book, word could describe what you felt the moment your lips met. It’s fast and a bit clumsy but you couldn't be more happy this happened, unable to control the smile when Shinichiro stops the kiss to look at you. You want to giggle like a young teenager when Shinichiro gives you that smile you love more than anything. “Does this mean you feel the same?”

“Yeah. Have for a while. Couldn't stand the thought of getting rejected by you though.” His thumb caresses your cheek and you find yourself leaning to the touch.

“I would never reject you.” You murmur, embarrassed at such revelation. “You know there’s a quote from Emily Brontë-”

“Tell me about her in a bit.” Shinichiro interrupts you. “I want to kiss you again.”

The next time you write a poem isn't about Shinichiro, your best friend. Instead, you dumped all of the new (reciprocated) feelings about Shinichiro, your boyfriend, and the experiences you get from living with him by your side. Most of your poems were and will probably always be about Shinichiro Sano, no matter the status he holds in your life. You get to love your muse and your boyfriend gets a lifetime supply of romantic poetry dedicated to him (as well as quotes that fit each situation).

[luvbangchan]

Big Hug

Pairing: Chan x gn!reader

Warning: slightly suggestive, lots of fluff

Word count: ~1.5k

A/N: Hey y’all! This is my first time writing/posting a fic, so any feedback is appreciated! I wrote this when I found out Chan’s Room had ended, and I just wanted to write something for us all to remember the good times while be delulu together because delulu is the solulu <3

“Biiiiig hug!”

All I can do is sigh, watching this man, my man, acting so damn cute. I’ve never wanted to be a camera more in my entire life. Every time I watch Chan’s Room, I just miss him, longing for his touch more and more. Unfortunately, our schedules have been all over the place lately, but I so desperately want to see him because I need one of those big hugs.

Chan’s cute little smirk flashes across the screen before it goes black. After the live ends, I realize that this man is all mine, the love of my life. And there is only so long I can go without having any sort of contact with him, and right now, I need to hear his voice again, even if it's just for a few seconds.

I decide to wait a few minutes before calling, and he picks up, sounding exhausted.

“Hey baby,” he says while yawning, and I feel a twinge of guilt. I know how hard he works for himself, the rest of his members, and even me. I can’t help but feel like I need to do something for him since he deserves the world.

“Hey babe, sorry for calling. I know you’re exhausted from working so hard. I just miss you and wanted to hear your voice for a bit.” He’s silent for a second before responding.

“Y/N, don’t apologize, don’t you even dare. I know I’ve been so busy lately, but I’m actually so happy you called. I really miss you, and I love you so…”

His voice trails off, but after a few beats, I hear his soft snores. I can’t help but smile a bit because I adore every part of this man, including his snoring. I listen for a while longer before whispering, “I love you, too,” and hang up. I sit silently for a few minutes, thinking of something I can do for him, and then a light bulb goes off in my head.

A week later, I found myself at Chan’s dorm. The rest of the members, especially Felix, helped work out a day that I could surprise Chan at his place when the both of us were free to actually spend time together.

I lightly knock on the door, anxiously awaiting my boyfriend, but instead, Jisung opens the door. I am pretty confused until he says, “Hi, Y/N! I know you were probably expecting Chan, but he’s in his room working on something right now.” Jisung sighs, looking apologetic.

“Don’t worry, I was half expecting this,” I say. I know Chan too well to believe he would use his day off to do anything but work. “But I didn’t come empty-handed.”

Jisung’s mouth is gaping as I step aside to show the bags of dishes I prepared with my mom and sisters. “Consider it a token of my appreciation for helping me work this out.”

We grab up all the bags with Felix’s help, who has apparently been waiting for my arrival. Once everything is settled on the counter, I’m about to make a beeline for Chan’s room when I turn around, and he’s standing right in front of me.

I look up at him, his lips slightly parted, and with the widest grin I could possibly manage, I say, “Biiiiig hug!” before launching myself into his chest, encircling my arms around his waist.

I feel his arms quickly wrap around me, hugging me tightly, as he rests his head on mine. He lets out a big sigh, which turns into him saying, “I love you.”

My face instantly feels warm as I realize that we aren't alone. Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Seungmin are leaning on the island in the kitchen, sharing a box of tissues. Minho and Changbin have joined Jisung and Felix by the door where Changbin is trying and failing to convince the other three that he’s not crying.

I loosen my grip on Chan so that I can look up at his face. His cheeks are bright red, which I can only imagine is what he’s seeing on mine, too. He glances at the members before rolling his eyes and focusing back on me, his lips still parted. Then he bends down and plants the sweetest kiss on my lips, and I can no longer feel my legs.

I hear an eruption of cheers, gasps, and what can only be described as fangirls, or in this case, fanboys screeching. Chan breaks the kiss and glares at them before suddenly sweeping me off my feet and carrying me to his room. Even as we walk down the hall, I still hear these seven adult men losing their minds.

When we get to his room, Chan gently places me on his bed, standing in front of me with an intense, loving gaze.

“So you do watch my lives,” he says with that same smirk he always has before ending Chan’s Room. As soon as his words register, I break eye contact and start feeling warm again.

He takes my chin and delicately guides my face to look back at him.

“You looking away isn’t helping your case here, babe. But it makes me happy because every time I go live I always hope that you're watching.”

Instead of looking away this time, I bring his face down to mind, leaving only an inch of space between our lips. I feel his breath catch in his throat as I whisper, “I’ve never missed a live,” before passionately pressing my lips to his.

Chan takes my hands, which were initially holding his, and wraps them around his neck. Then he moves his hands, delicately gripping my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. I curl my fingers in his beautiful black locks, needing to be as close to him as possible.

We finally have to break apart for air, both panting, still holding each other with our lips mere millimeters apart.

“Well, I got more than just a big hug, and I’m certainly not mad about it,” I say breathlessly, and then placing a teeny kiss on his nose. He smiles, and then we both burst out laughing.

“I could give you more than just a big hug, you know,” he says with the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen. I playfully slap his chest, and in retaliation, he tickles my side. Somehow, between giggles, words actually manage to escape my lips.

“Now, this is cruel! I come all the here, and this is what I get?”

After a few seconds, I find a way to hook my leg around his waist. I yanked him onto the bed, which led to him falling on top of me. Chan ceased his tickling and looked stunned for a moment before he started cackling. His laugh is infectious, so of course, I’m laughing equally as loud with him.

As we wind down from our case of the giggles, I come back to the reality of the position we are in. My body is fully trapped beneath his, with that drop-dead gorgeous face staring down at me, so all I think to do is to trace his features.

“I really missed you. Sometimes seeing you live is the only thing that keeps me going.”

I trace his face, my fingertips landing near his lips, and he smiles.

“Y/N, move in with me.”

My hand drops from his face, mouth agape. I am utterly shocked, I was not expecting that.

“Listen, we’ve been together for so long now and I’m tired of being so far from you. I want you to be the first thing I wake up to and the last thing I see before I go to sleep. Don’t worry I’ve already talked about it with the boys. Actually they’re the ones that suggested it.”

Chan’s ears get a little red at that and I can’t help but grin.

He goes on saying “I mean obviously there’s no pressure you don’t have to-”

Before he can continue I bring his lips to mine for a quick peck responding with “Yes! Of course I’ll move in!”

All of a sudden the both of you hear a gasp outside the door, causing you to get out of the compromising situation and open the door only for all seven boys to fall into Chan’s room.

I start laughing and everyone joins in too because oh boy were these guys ridiculous. Chan just looks back at me with the sweetest smile and says “Alright, well you better start packing. It looks like I’m not the only one eager for you to move in.”

Felix gets up and pulls both me and Chan into a warm hug with everyone joining in. Chan wraps an arm around my waist and whispers loud enough only for me to hear.

“Big hug!”

[justauthoring]

Shadow of Yourself [11/18]

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

A/N: we are so close to the prom episode and therefore the tournament and OH MY GOD i am so excited lol

Based off of: Cobra Kai 04x04, 04x05, 04x06 and 04x07

Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that)

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

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THE NEW DO:

Eli had walked you home after you’d calmed down. 

He’d asked you if you wanted to stay over, that he didn’t mind letting you take his bed and he’d take the couch – that he was sure his mother wouldn’t mind either and had been asking about you anyways. But you declined. You didn’t want to impose and still, despite all but sobbing on him, you didn’t know if spending the night at Eli’s was the best idea.

So, instead, you’d both compromised and he walked you home.

An awkward goodbye that consisted of silence, warm cheeks and a hug, before Eli turned to walk off; not without inviting you out with him and the rest of Miyagi-Do/Eagle Fang out tomorrow. Apparently, they were all going to the drive-in movie tomorrow and Eli remembered hearing Sam say she’d text you about it, but wanted to ask you out just in case. The thought had made your heart flutter and a warmth to flood you – it’d taken you a moment or two to find your words and nod.

I’ll pick you up tomorrow, then.

That’s what he said before leaving, a simple wave your way and assurance he’d see you tomorrow.

The butterflies that had fluttered in your stomach were undeniable, and you’d almost completely forgotten about your mom until you opened the front door to find her sitting on the couch, before promptly jumping to a stand when she heard you come in. One look at her face and the worry was plain, her eyes were puffy and red and you couldn’t help the small bit of guilt you felt realizing she’d been crying; though you’re sure you looked much the same.

“You weren’t answering your texts,” she breathes, shoulders falling as if a weight had fallen off of her. “You can’t just not answer your texts.”

Hugging the sweater Eli had given you (and the one he refused to let you give back), you glance down at your feet. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I wasn’t thinking.”

Your mother sighs, “look, Y/N, you have every reason to be upset and I’m not gonna ask you to forgive me. You don’t have to talk to me. Just, please, don’t run out of me like that again. I was so worried.”

Nodding, you bite your lip. “Okay,” you concede, not knowing what else to say. Really, you didn’t want to say anything else. “I won’t. I promise.”

“Now, get to bed,” she says, stepping back as you finally raise your head to look at her. “It’s late.”

You watch as she hastily brushes back strands of hair, the messy bun on top of her head half-hazardly falling out of its elastic. She looks tired, bags under eyes and stressed, and part of you feels guilty – for reacting the way you had, for not listening to her, for just running out and not even giving her the chance to explain. But when your lips part to say something, anything, you’re still angry and hurt and the fact is you don’t want her to leave more than anything else. 

But she’s still going to.

“Goodnight,” you offer quietly, moving to the stairs.

“Goodnight, honey.”

You leave it at that, silently making your way up the stairs until you make it to your bedroom, letting the door shut softly behind you. Once alone, you stand there for a moment, lips pressed tightly together as you think of your mom, just downstairs, clearly upset and the fact that, by the end of the week, she won’t be there anymore.

You’ll be home alone all again.

Slipping Eli’s hoodie off of your shoulders, you bundle it in your own hands, holding it to your chest as you slump to the ground. Bringing your knees up, you hug yourself, bringing the hoodie up to your nose, you breath in, taking in the familiar scent, and trying to ignore the way your body reacts in response, a small smile despite everything curling onto your lips.

At least there was that.

-

“Robby?”

You reel back at the sight of the boy, the drive-in being the absolute last place you expected to see him – not to mention, you could’ve sworn you just saw him talking to a boy in a Cobra Kai t-shirt. You’d known he’d been staying there, the sensei that had taken over having taken some sort of liking to him and offering him a place to stay but… but you didn’t think he was still staying there.

That, and the fact that he’s still not answered any of your texts and you were starting to think something terrible had happened to him–

Turning at the sound of your voice, Robby’s eyes widen.

“Robby!” His name leaves your lips in a breath of relief, rushing towards him, oblivious to the pair of eyes that follow behind you. “What the h*ll! I’ve been texting you and you haven’t been answering me!” Not even giving him a second to speak, your eyes flicker around, taking the truck behind him and the sight of Tory and Kyler inside. “I thought… Are you?” You can barely finish the words, eyes flickering back to him in disbelief.

It’s all piecing together bit by bit.

“Y/N–”

“You said you weren’t going to join Cobra Kai.”

Avoiding your eyes, Robby huffs; “it’s not what you think.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you scoff; “it sure looks like it.” Then, shoulders slumping, you take a step towards Robby. “Why haven’t you been answering my texts, Robby? I was worried.”

“Things have gotten complicated,” Robby sighs, “I haven’t had the time to respond.”

“Yeah, complicated because you did exactly what you said you wouldn’t and joined Cobra Kai.”

Eyes narrowing, Robby just shakes his head; “I have it under control.”

In disbelief, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “Yeah, I’ve heard that before.”

He glares at you, and you have to resist the urge to reel back at just how angry he looks. You haven’t seen him look at you like that since when you first joined Miyagi-Do – funnily enough, that had been when he thought you believed in Cobra Kai.

Now look at him.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Y/N. So, don’t act like you do.”

Blinking, your lips part, stunned. Stunned that Robby would actually say that to you. And most of all, hurt because this was starting to sound almost entirely too similar to so many conversations you’ve had before with another boy. And the look in his eyes felt like Deja vu staring back at you, like a slap to the face, when you realize just exactly what’s happening right in front of you.

“Robby–”

“Piece of shit.”

You never get to finish what you’re going to say as the words leave Robby’s lips. He’s stepping around you in the next second, barely giving you another glance and confused, you spin around to see where he’s going only to pause when you realize just exactly who he’s heading towards.

Sh*t.

“You should watch where you’re going, kid.”

“Yeah, same goes for you.”

Quickly making your way over to Robby, you falter in your step as your eyes meet Eli’s. You also notice Bert and Nate behind him, the both of them quickly rushing to stand slightly behind Eli as Robby walks up to him, the other boy who’d been there moving to stand next to Robby instead.

This did not end well.

“Look who it is,” Eli calls, walking up to Robby threateningly.

“Eli,” you plead, his name leaving your lips before you can stop yourself. You rush towards him, pressing a hand to his chest to stop him as you glance back at Robby briefly; “it’s okay. Let’s just go.”

Eli meets your eyes and it almost looks like he’ll listen to you, until;

“You betrayed Miyagi-Do,” Nate spits at him, “traitor.”

Eyes falling shut in frustration, you realize it’s too late to hope for this to end peacefully.

“Oh, there’s a traitor here for sure.”

And there comes Tory.

Glancing over your shoulder, you turn, facing Tory as she makes her way over, eyes set straight on Eli; Kyler and a few other Cobra Kai’s behind her. 

“He’s gonna get what he deserves.”

“I don’t think so,” a new voice speaks up, and your eyes widen when you see Sam, Miguel, Chris and a few others from your class making their way up to the group, obviously standing on Eli’s side. “Not if I have anything to say about it, Princess.”

There’s a moment of tense silence, either side just staring at one another, before Demetri cuts in.

“Hey, guys. Can you believe that they have Mr. Pibb and Dr. Pepper?”

Everyone turns to look at him and as his eyes meet yours, you raise a brow.

The meaning is not lost on him.

“Oh, shit.” He huffs, “not another rumble.”

“Careful, Larusso,” Tory taunts, “your mommy isn’t here to play peacemaker.”

Sam’s eyes narrow; “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Guys, stop!” Miguel cuts in, voice desperate; “we can’t do this. We’ll beat them on the map.”

Letting a small smile grace your features, you find yourself proud at Miguel’s reluctance for violence – at the very least unsupervised and regulated violence.

You’ll take what you can get.

“You remember what happened last time we fought, right?”

Turning to Robby in disbelief, your lips part.

Why would he–

“Okay,” Miguel nods, playing into the bait. “Meet us at the baseball diamond in thirty minutes. And no weapons.”

So much for his reluctance to violence.

“Yeah, we won’t need them.”

“Yeah.”

Turning when the rest of your group does, you can’t help but let out a sigh.

You just wanted to watch a movie with your friends.

You’re proved wrong however when Miguel says that you won’t be fighting like he expects – he assures you all that you’ll still make your move, but there’s no need for it to get violent. So, slightly puzzled, you sit squished between Sam and Demetri in the back seat of Eli’s car, and watch as Robby, Tory and the rest of Cobra Kai make their way onto the baseball field, eyes peeled for sight of any of you.

Only for the sprinklers to turn on just then, dousing them in water.

“Dude,” Eli laughs, “genius move! We didn’t even have to throw a punch!”

Demetry laughs, reaching forward to nudge Miguel lightly; “my favourite kind of victory.”

Letting out a laugh, you can’t help but agree.

-

Johnny isn’t quite as impressed with Miguel as you are.

“You just poked the bear,” Johnny huffs at his student. “What do you think’s gonna happen?”

Confused at his response, you turn to look at Demetri.

“Think they’re just gonna leave well enough alone?”

Mr. Larusso walks in just then; “from everything I heard, it sounds to me like Miguel practiced restraint.” He offers, coming to Miguel’s defense. “Found a way to get out of a bad situation without anyone getting hurt. What did you want him to do, get in a drive-in switchblade fight?”

Honestly, you can’t help but agree.

However, as Mr. Larusso turns to Miguel, setting his hand on his shoulder, smiling and proceeds to compliment Miguel, it isn’t hard to see the way Johnny’s eyes narrow.

“I’m proud of you,” Mr. Larusso grins. “You’ve taken Miyagi-Do teachings to heart.”

“Okay, Larusso,” Johnny huffs, “we need to have a talk.”

Yup. Just as you figured.

Only, neither of them get to say anything as everyone’s attention falls on the two new men who have just walked into Mr. Larusso’s dojo. One, you instantly recognize as John Kreese, but the man standing next to him is a new face.

Yet, even just one look at him makes you feel instantly nervous.

There’s something off about him.

“Gentlemen,” the new face grins, “it seems we have a few things to discuss.”

With that, you and the rest of the students are quickly ushered inside; both Mr. Larusso and Johnny not wanting any of you to hear what John Kreese and Terry Silver you learned his name was, had to say. Of course, none of you listen as everyone gathers near the sliding doors of Mr. Larusso’s dojo, opening the doors while everyone shoves their head through to try to get a peek at what’s happening.

It’s hard to hear exactly what they’re saying, but one thing you can tell is Mr. Larusso looks madder than you’ve probably ever seen him look.

“Your dad’s pissed,” Miguel whispers to Sam, noticing what you had; “who is that guy?”

Just as confused, Sam shakes her head; “I have no idea.”

“He looks like Highlander,” Bert offers.

“The Highlander,” Nate corrects, “there can be only one.”

“Well, whoever he is,” you speak up, worrying your lip. “I don’t trust him.”

No one responds – but everyone's face is clear; they feel the same.

-

Making your way around the corner, your face brightens at the sight of Moon, offering her a smile and a wave when she does the same. You only briefly meet Yasmine’s gaze along the way, her offering a small, somewhat forced smile that you don’t bother to respond – you were happy for her and Demetri, truly, but that still didn’t erase the years of torment that she had inflicted on you.

And without an apology, you weren’t so willing to forgive.

So, continuing on your way, you hold the textbooks in your arms to your chest, gaze on your feet before you catch sight of purple, and your eyes widen when you realize that that purple is Eli. 

He’d changed his hair.

It looked... good.

He’s standing with Demetri, but your gaze is focused on Eli completely and wholeheartedly. 

Picking up the speed in your step, you move to greet the both of them, only to falter when you hear what Demetri’s saying.

“What about you and Moon, eh? Did I detect a note of rapprochement in the air?”

Steps faltering, all excitement quickly fades through you as Demetri’s words register in your mind, the disappointment heavy on you as you feel your shoulders sag. A glance back reminds you of who you’d just seen walk by, and the pieces come together as a weight falls over your chest. You take a step back, nothing bothering to listen to what Eli has to say in response – truthfully, you’re too afraid to hear what he has to say back, fearing the worst.

And because of that, you don’t hear him vehemently correct Demetri that he and Moon were just friends and were better that way or the way that Demetri smiles knowingly at that and your name leaves his lips as Eli’s cheeks warm.

You also don’t notice the both of them see your figure hastily rushing off either, not until, at least, you hear Eli call for you.

Your body stops on its own, doing so without evening realizing, and when you turn back to face him, Demetri has walked off and it’s just Eli.

Forcing a smile on your lips, you pretend like you hadn’t just been eavesdropping on them. “Hey,” you smile, moving to fall into step with him, briefly meeting his gaze before you let your eyes wander to your feet, watching your steps. Eli pauses slightly at that, wanting to have stopped and talk to you, but he follows after you quickly regardless. 

“I, uh, like the purple. It suits you really well.”

It’s what you’d wanted to say to him anyways.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” he grins distractedly, touching the side of his head. “I felt like a change was due.”

You smile up at him, nodding; “I liked the red, but the purple really suits you.”

He smiles, but doesn’t say anything in response. You turn to him just as the both of you turn the corner, his lips parting to say something as the look on his face turns to one of concern. Only, he doesn’t get to finish what he’s saying as the both of you are interrupted by Miguel, Demetri and Sam rushing up to you.

“Yo,” Miguel calls, pulling your attention on him. “You guys won’t believe this. Sensei got drunk and went on a Twitter rant.”

He holds his phone out, Eli easily grabbing it as you raise a brow; “I believe everything except for the part where he knows how to tweet.”

Demetri snorts; “that’s what I said.”

Sticking your tongue out at him, you move to lean over Eli’s shoulder, ignoring the slight moment of pause from him as you grow closer, letting your eyes flicker across what sure enough is a series of tweets from Johnny himself.

Tomorrow night. Eagles reign supreme.

It’s time for the Valley to see what karate is all about!

IT’S ON: LAWRENCE-LARUSSO REMATCH! hashbrown dead meat.

You snort; “hashbrown?”

Meeting your eyes, Miguel shrugs; “he doesn’t really understand how to hashtag things.” Then, shaking his head, he sighs, “it looks like he and Sensei Larusso are gonna have a rematch.”

“Wait,” Eli calls, “so they’re really gonna fight?”

“Apparently,” Sam shrugs, “should’ve seen this coming.”

“Who does he even think he’s tweeting for?” Demetri calls to attention, “you’re his only follower?”

“I don’t know,” Miguel sighs, dejected. “H-He seems serious about it.”

“Yeah,” you grin, unable to stop yourself as you point at the phone; “he ‘hashbrowned’ dead meat.”

Eli and Demetri chuckle, and you like the fact that Eli responds so positively, but Sam and Miguel just frown at you.

Biting your lip, you offer an apologetic smile.

“So, this is real?” Eli grins, looking entirely too pumped; “Sensei and Sensei are gonna throw down?”

Sam and Miguel nod.

“That’s awesome!”

-

Johnny’s tweets get around – whether that’s because of the students actually finding his tweets or word getting around from namely Demetri and Eli, the entire class is there at the dojo when you arrive. 

Well, everyone but Eli.

When you ask Demetri, he just shrugs, not sure himself. It worries you, given you remember how excited he’d seemed over the match between your two sensei’s, but you barely have time to worry either way because the match is starting before you can do much about it. And reluctantly your attention is stolen by the match as Johnny and Mr. Larusso makes their way to the sparring deck, Miguel and Sam moving to either side of their respective sensei to help keep watch of points.

Chris is center front of the group, his phone stretched out on a tri-pod to catch every second of said match.

The match starts after a few short words are shared between both Mr. Larusso and Johnny, stepped away so none of you can hear. And you watch as Johnny manages to get the first point, a strike to Mr. Larusso’s arm, but Mr. Larusso is able to easily gather said point right back in similar fashion.

It continues on like that, intense sparring that results in the match ending up two to two until whoever gets the first hit wins.

You’ve never seen a match quite like theirs. They’re pretty much equal in strength, the match being able to go either way, and it’s hard to keep up with their movements as each one moves with precise and quick movements.

It ends with the both of them striking each other straight in the chest, knocking them to the ground.

“Point, Lawrence!”

“Point, Larusso!”

Confusion falls over everyone as Miguel turns to Sam; “are you sure?”

“Are you sure?”

“Check the replay!” Demetri calls out next to you, everyone quickly moving to do just that, gathering around Chris who rewinds the video just until the moment of the final kick.

It doesn’t really help clear anything.

“Go to another angle,” Johnny shrugs.

“There is no other angle,” Chris turns to him, confused.

“Don’t you guys have another phone?”

“I–”

“Hawk?”

Turning alert at Miguel’s voice, your eyes instantly flicker upwards, glancing at Eli who had caught Miguel’s attention and instantly seeing what was wrong. His face is covered by the hood of his hoodie, hiding most of his face, and his shoulders are curled in on himself, and it isn't hard to tell there’s something wrong.

“Shit, Eli, what–what happened?”

Pushing your way forward, you pause right in front of Eli.

He avoids your gaze, refusing to meet your concerned gaze, as he raises his hand, pushing his hood off.

Your eyes widen, lips parting as he reveals just what had happened – his mohawk had been ruthlessly cut off, half-hazardly, strands of purple hair sticking up from the sides, while the middle is completely shaved, uneven in it’s cut. You’re honestly surprised he’s not cut anywhere given how rough it looks like his hair had been shaved. But what really catches your attention is how red and puffy his eyes are, something that’s clear now that his hood is no longer covering his face.

Hands falling to your lips, you feel your heart break in worry for him.

Johnny steps forward, moving to a stop right in front of Eli; “who did this?”

Eli only hesitates a moment; “Cobra Kai.”

There’s a collective series of sighs, but you hardly care. You rush to step forward, moving towards Eli as Johnny steps back, giving you room.

“Kreese and Silver did this,” you hear Johnny call out, “they need to pay.”

“Eli?” You call softly, hand falling on his arm as he moves to pull his hood up, hiding himself once again. “Eli, are you–”

He just turns away from you, shrugging your hand off of him.

“Jesus, Johnny,” Mr. Larusso huffs, “please. Kreese tried to kill you last time. You wanna fight them both?”

Frowning, you turn back to Eli, but he won’t meet your eyes.

“Damn right,” Johnny argues, “look at what they did.”

“Dousing the fire with gasoline, that’s your answer? Why am I not surprised?”

Distressed, Miguel steps towards Johnny; “sensei, stop.”

Johnny just disregards him. “You still think your way is the only way. You were so proud when they pulled their little sprinkler prank. But if they stood their ground and kicked ass like I taught them, this never would’ve happened.”

“If they fight every time they’re provoked, where does that lead?” Mr. Larusso recalls, throwing his hands up. “Back to the hospital? Or to jail?” Come on, just ‘cause you spent time in both–”

“Enough, dad,” Sam cuts in, voice pleading as she steps in front of Johnny, as if protecting him from her own father. “Johnny’s right. It doesn’t matter how many times we stand up to Cobra Kai, if we don’t strike back, they’re gonna keep coming at us.”

The silence that follows is thick.

“And you were worried about my influence on your kids?” Mr. Larusso breathes, “is that what you wanted, Johnny? To have my daughter and the rest of my students acting like you?”

“You don’t have to worry about it anymore.,” Johnny assures, taking a step towards Mr. Larusso. “Cause we’re done.”

“Works for me.”

There’s a moment where the two just stare at one another, before Johnny concedes, stepping back and calling for Eagle Fangs to follow him. You straighten out at that, panicked as you move towards Eli, watching as Johnny hesitates, staring back at Miguel, who only after a moment, reluctantly follows Johnny.

Eli makes a move to walk off and you grab onto his wrist, grip tight, pleading; “Eli, just wait. I just want to know you’re okay–”

“Just leave me alone, Y/N,” he brushes you off, ripping his wrist away from you. The action stuns you enough that you don’t move at first, body freezing at his harsh words and his complete dismissal of your concern. His back turns to you and he doesn’t offer you another glance back as he walks off, following after Johnny.

Your hand hangs in front of you, bewildered.

When Miguel walks past you, he frowns at you, but doesn’t say anything, slowly following after the rest.

Biting your lip, you hold back the tears that threaten to fall as you watch them walk off.

As you watch Eli walk off.

-

You stare down at your phone, those tiny little letters staring back at you.

Read.

Yeah, you can’t help but scoff. Read, but still blatantly ignoring you.

“Hey, everyone, gather around. I have news.”

Sighing, you push your phone into your back pocket, moving to gather around Mr. Larusso with the rest of the students.

“The All Valley committee just announced big changes for the tournament.”

“What kind of changes?” 

Handing the paper over to Sam, Mr. Larusso smiles; “see for yourself. It’s a whole new ball game.”

Leaning over Demetri, you squint to read the letter.

“They’re introducing skills competitions?”

“Yup.”

“Kata, board breaking, weapons display?”

None of that even matters to you as you read what’s below it.

Glancing up you meet Sam’s eyes, “and there’s gonna be a separate girls’ division.”

She nods, “so that means…”

Mr. Larusso smiles; “there’s gonna be two All Valley champs.”

“Wait,” Chris calls, puzzled, “what does that mean for the bet with Cobra Kai?”

“There’s a Grand Champion trophy for whichever dojo wins the most points,” he explains.

Sam shrugs; “all I know is the girls’ division is mine.” Then, pausing, she falters, turning to you; “I mean…”

You just laugh, shrugging as you hold your hands up; “it’s all yours, Sam. I hardly doubt I have the skill to compete with you.”

“It could go either way,” Mr. Larusso cuts in before Sam can reply, smiling at the both of you. “At the very least, I’m positive we have one of the winners here.” He gestures to the both of you, a reassuring smile on his lips as he meets your eyes.

Turning to meet Sam’s eyes, you can’t help the smile that curls onto your lips at Mr. Larusso’s encouragement.

You? Win? You doubted it… especially if you ended up having to face Sam.

Still, it felt nice to know someone at least believed in you.

“And that just leaves the skills and the boys,” Mr. Larusso smiles, turning to the rest. “I’m counting on you guys.”

Demetri and Chris pause.

“Who, us?”

“Yeah,” Demetri nods, “we’re a bunch of Rudys. I mean, sure, we’re good for the occasional inspirational moment, but we’re not exactly center mat material.”

“Demetri,” you call, frowning up at him. “That’s not true.”

“Uh,” he pauses, pointing his finger at you. “Yes, it is.” And honestly, he doesn’t even look the slightest bit offended or disappointed by his own words – he wholeheartedly believes them.

“We were much better off with Miguel and Hawk,” Chris reminds.

“Or he who shall not be named.”

Robby.

“Rhymes with ‘Dobby’,”

“Yeah, I’m gonna go on a whim and assume they knew who you meant, Demetri,” you snort, setting your hand on his arm with a shake of your head.

“Look,” Mr. Larusso sighs, “I know you’re missing some of your friends. And of course I wish Robby was here.” Letting your gaze fall to your feet, you hug yourself. “But it’s time to put the past behind us, all right? Don’t worry. By the time the tournament comes around, you’re gonna realize this was the best thing that could’ve happened to us.”

-

He’s not answering any of my texts.

I think he’s embarrassed.

Why? I would never make fun of him.

Yeah, and he knows that but he doesn’t want you to see him as some loser.

Oh…

Look, I’ll talk to him okay? 

Okay… thanks, Demetri

Of course.

Setting down your phone, you let out a heavy sigh, hands running across your face.

You were happy Eli was at least still talking to Demetri, but you couldn’t deny you were a little hurt that he’d all but shut you out. You thought things had been going well between the two of you, that your friendship was starting to mend bit by bit and… you’d even thought maybe something more would happen. 

For him to just completely shut you out, refusing to answer your texts, ignoring you when you try to visit him…

He doesn’t want you to see him as a loser…

That’s what Demetri had said, and you guessed, when you thought about it like that it did make sense. You’d known that that mohawk had meant something more to Eli than just some haircut, that it had been a staple of change in his life. It wasn’t hard to tell it was something that gave him confidence, that made him feel better about himself and you don’t think you’re wrong to assume that he probably thought it was what defined him as a person now.

Hawk. The kid who could fight. The kid who kicked ass. The kid who wasn’t bullied anymore.

The kid who wasn’t a loser.

Without that mohawk, he must’ve thought none of that was true anymore.

You only wish you could tell him that that wasn’t the case. Be there for him like he’d been there for you…

“Y/N!”

Eyes falling shut at the sound of your mother’s voice, your shoulders sag. It takes you a second longer to gather your courage, leaving your phone on your bed as you make your way out of your bedroom and down the stairs, stopping just in front of your mom who’s stood by the front door; a suitcase in one hand and her purse in the other.

She’s leaving.

“I’ll text you when I’ve landed, okay?”

Nodding, you wrap your arms around yourself. “Sounds good.”

“I’ve left you money as usual, but if you need anything else, just text me. Extra too for your prom dress.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll be good?”

“Always am.”

Frowning, your mom raises her brow at you.

You concede; “I’ll be good.”

“Okay, well, I gotta go.”

She makes a step towards the door, and your body flinches, the thought of running and hugging her crosses your mind – but you don’t move.

“Bye,” you offer quietly after a moment, raising your hand in a wave.

She looks disappointed, but doesn’t say anything.

She leaves in the next second, the door falling shut behind her with a soft click.

-

“So, that’s new…”

Eyes trailing after Tory, you can’t help but nod at Moon’s words.

“I didn’t know she was even allowed back,” you mull, turning to look at Moon as her eyes follow Tory for a moment longer, before meeting yours. “Pretty sure Sam had to give the okay first, and last I saw, she was anything but okay with it.” Watching Tory disappear down the hallway, you shrug; “clearly she changed her mind.”

“It’s weird,” Moon mumbles, “having her back.”

“Yeah,” you breathe, “I agree.”

Moon shifts beside you, her hand falling on your arm; “enough of that,” she brushes aside with ease, causing you to blink at her in confusion as her face breaks out into a bright grin. Her eyes twinkle with mischief, a sight that instantly makes you feel apprehensive. Over your short time of knowing Moon, that look has never meant anything good.

“Are you excited for prom?”

Oh.

“Um, yeah, I guess,” you shrug, unsure. 

The truth was, you weren’t that excited. Not as much as you should be. After everything that had happened recently, with Cobra Kai and Robby, and then Mr. Larusso and Johnny splitting, your mom leaving and now Eli… well, it was hard to really feel excited for such a thing in the midst of it all.

Especially, because you’d always hoped you would go with Eli and it didn’t really feel like there was a high chance of that happening.

“Come on!” Moon laughs, pulling at your wrist, “you’re not even the least bit excited?”

You pause. “Not really,” you admit, “I don’t even have a dress yet.”

Her eyes widen, lips parting as if you’ve said the most unbelievable thing ever.

“What?”

Jerking back, you frown; “I’ve been really busy with school and karate and–”

“Are you free after school?” 

Turning to Moon, you hesitate; “well, no… Mr. Larusso said he was going to focus on the boys for this class so–”

“Perfect,” she smiles, not bothering to let you finish your sentence. “Then me and you are going dress shopping.”

Your lips part; “oh, I dunno Moon… I don’t really–”

“You don’t have to go to karate, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“Then, I’ll find you the perfect dress,” she assures, squeezing your hand tightly in her own. “I promise you.”

You meet her eyes, seeing just how excited she is and you find as you stare back at her, you can’t say no. Not when she’s looking at you like that and certainly not when she looks so excited.

“Okay,” you smile lightly, nodding. “Sounds like a plan.”

She practically squeals from excitement. “Perfect! Trust me, Y/N, I’ll find you a dress that makes you stand out from everyone else.” Then, pausing, she smirks at you; “one that’ll maybe catch the eye of a certain boy, yeah?”

It isn’t hard to tell who she means.

Cheeks burning, you avoid her gaze. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Sure,” she laughs, shaking her head as she drags you along the hallway.

-

As soon as you got home from Moon practically dragging you to every bridal shop she could possibly find, not settling on one dress until she was absolutely sure she’d found the right dress, you were more than exhausted. 

Your feet dragged beneath you as you made your way up your driveway and to your front door, your bed calling for you as you held your dress tightly in your arms, fishing for your keys. You’d had homework that you were supposed to get done, but it could wait another day, and honestly, all you wanted to do was fall asleep and never wake up again.

But, despite all that, you couldn’t deny you’d had a fun day. Moon was incredibly sweet, if a little pushy, and she made you feel like a goddess in almost every dress you’d tried on all whilst making sure to find what she deemed the ‘perfect’ one. What you’d settled on had surprisingly left you feeling excited for prom, even if you currently had no date and were positive no one would be asking you anyways… Prom actually seemed exciting to you now, and you were oddly looking forward to wearing your dress.

You were never one to dress up and honestly, going out of your comfort zone was something you avoided. You’d learned over the years that it ended up just embarrassing you more than it ever made you feel beautiful.

Yet, the dress in your hands did make you feel beautiful and you had only Moon to thank for that.

With a small smile, you shift the dress, flipping your keys in your hand, only to pause at the sight of Eli sitting on your front porch.

“Eli?”

He jumps at your voice, sitting up straight when he realizes you’re standing in front of him. Almost instantly, he moves to his feet, your eyes following him as he steps towards you, eyes distantly flickering to the bundle in your arms before meeting your gaze.

“Hey,” he calls softly, hands shoved into the pockets of his sweats.

“Hey,” you breathe.

He looks different then the last time you saw him. The most notable changes are the fact this time he isn’t teary-eyed and the strands left from his mohawk are completely shaved off, leaving him with a buzzcut. But, you notice it just like you notice everything about Eli the way he’s not curling into himself or hiding, and he’s meeting your gaze without an ounce of hesitation and he just appears… more confident.

Even if only slightly.

“What’s, uh, what’s up?” You ask, head tilting to the side in curiosity.

“I just came back from class,” he explains, scratching behind his ear.

“Oh,” your face falls with understanding, eyes softening. “Johnny was able to find a place to train? I know Miguel was saying he wasn’t sure where–”

“Uh, no,” Eli cuts in, making another small step towards you. Your brows furrow at his words. “I was actually at Miyagi-Do…”

Your eyes widen; “wait…”

“Yeah,” he nods, “I joined Miyagi-Do… I, uh, wanted to be there for Demetri and um, well, you too.”

You can hardly believe what you’re hearing.

There was a time where Eli would’ve scoffed at the mere mention of Miyagi-Do.

“Woah,” you laugh lightly, “I missed one class and we get a new student.”

Eli chuckles at that, shrugging; “we… I missed you there. I wanted to see you and apologize for not responding to you… I shouldn’t have ignored you like that, it wasn’t fair of me and–”

Taking a step towards Eli, you shake your head; “Eli?”

He pauses, meeting your eyes. “Yeah?”

“It’s okay,” you assure, voice soft. “I know you needed time. And I’m glad you figured it all out.”

Even if I would’ve liked to be there for you too.

His smile brightens at that, and there’s a moment of silence before he asks what had clearly been on his mind; “where, uh, where were you?”

“Oh,” you jump at that, stepping back and staring down at the bundle in your hands, cheeks warming slightly. “Moon and I were out shopping,” his eyes widened at the sound of his ex. “For, um… a prom dress for me.”

His lips part; “I didn’t know you and Moon were close.”

You shrug, “she’s good company.” Then, ignoring the way it makes your heart hurt, you tease; “you lost something good with her.”

Eli shakes his head. “We’re better as friends.”

You try to ignore the hope that floods through you at that.

“So, uh… prom.”

Body tensing, you meet Eli’s eyes; “yeah… prom.”

His cheeks flush, the tension turning awkward as he avoids your gaze, staring down at his feet and your body feels like it’s electrified with anticipation.

Was this it?

Was he going to ask you?

“Should be fun.”

It takes everything within you not to show just how disappointed you are.

Your shoulders sag and you almost feel like crying as the words you’d so desperately hoped to hear from Eli don’t happen. 

Forcing a smile to your lips, you nod; “yeah, should be.”

His lips part, as if to say something, before he stops himself, body faltering as he turns, “well, I should… I should get going.” He says, and you try to ignore the disappointment that courses through your veins.

“Oh, okay… sure,” you nod, stepping out of his way. “I guess I’ll see you at class, then, huh?”

Meeting your gaze fleetingly, Eli nods; “yeah, I’ll see you then.”

You wave at him as he walks off, waiting until he’s completely disappeared out of sight before you let your shoulders fall, biting your lip to stop the tears that threaten to fall.

You’d… You’d really thought he was going to ask you.

It was stupid of you to get your hopes up.

Eli probably didn’t even like you in that way. Not anymore. He probably wanted to ask Moon, and you hardly doubted he really thought the two of them were ‘better as friends’. It was silly of you to ever think otherwise…

Not when prettier girls existed.

Glancing down at your dress, you swallow thickly.

Yeah, it really was stupid of you.

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HELL YEAH!!! Love that you remembered that. It was important to me haha.

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Eddie spends a minute sort of fuming before walking back into to the empty nursery, where Buck is still stewing over his laptop, comparing design ideas to their actual space. 

“How’d it go?” He asks when Eddie joins him. 

Eddie could get into it. He maybe should. This could very well impact Buck when Helena does come to meet her granddaughter. But his mother just lashed at an old wound. So Eddie reverts to an old defense mechanism. He avoids it. 

“She doesn’t need more than one grandparent, right?” Eddie jokes wryly instead. “Bobby is more than enough, I think.”

“In my experience he makes up for several absentees, yeah,” Buck says. “So, it went super well?”

“Oh, just great,” Eddie sighs. 

“Want to talk about it?” Buck asks.

And again… Eddie really should. 

“It’s not even worth talking about,” Eddie says. “I am far more interested in your nursery progress.”

Buck grins and turns the laptop screen towards him. 

“I think I’ve got a plan.”

🗲🗲🗲

Buck settles on green. 

Soft, easy greens. Nothing too vibrant. Like a forest on a summer day. Something that makes him think of the few things he does miss about Pennsylvania. 

It’s not just personal preference guiding his decisions, either. There are a lot of good reasons to surround his baby daughter with green. It’s pretty neutral. It doesn’t feel like shoving any sort of gendered expectation at her. And! It’s science-backed. Buck did some research into the human brain and color perception, and apparently green is the most relaxing color. It’s her bedroom. She should be relaxed! 

He gathers ideas of little leaf and blossom patterns he could stencil onto the walls and gets a palette together. 

“I think I could do interior design,” he tells Eddie when he finishes showing him. 

“This took you over a week to settle on,” Eddie reminds him. “I think actual designers have deadlines and clients to impress.”

“Okay, buzzkill,” Buck frowns. “Do you like the green?”

Eddie smirks. “I do like the green. What do we need to do?”

“Shopping trip on our next day off?” Buck asks. “We can get everything we need and slowly chip away at it?”

Eddie nods. “Sounds good to me.”

Buck grins. If their biggest issue between now and the baby being born was nursery colors, and he just solved it, he’s feeling pretty darn good.

☆☆☆

It’s one of their last calls before that day-off shopping trip. 

Honestly, it shouldn’t even be memorable. It’s the kind of call they get a lot. False alarm type scenarios from people who are scared. This time it’s a pre-teen claiming she set her house on fire. She didn’t. She burnt dinner and the smoke alarm went off. But Dispatch doesn’t know that obviously, and sends the 118 anyway. 

It brings Eddie right back to being a kid. Something he didn’t really need this week. 

The girl - maybe eleven - was home alone cooking breakfast for her little brother. Eggs. The eggs burnt in the pan, the smoke detector did its job, and one thing led to another. She called 9-1-1, frantic. When they arrive, she’s crying on the front lawn, arms wrapped around her little brother’s shoulders. 

By the time the 118 is ready to leave, the parents both show up. In individual cars. Bobby explains what happened, assured their kids are fine, and that the house is a little smoky, but otherwise okay. This should be a moment of relief. 

It is apparently not. 

The parents immediately burst into argument, riddled with accusations. 

“You should have been here, Sandra!”

“I asked you for one morning, John! One! You are never here!”

“One morning to get your nails done! I had a client meeting!”

“To get my nails done with my cousin I never see! And it’s Saturday! I was on Mom-duty all week!” 

Eddie has to walk away. He feels nauseated. 

“Those poor kids,” Hen exhales, seeing Eddie’s tense expression. 

“Yeah,” Eddie exhales. “Poor kids.”

🗲🗲🗲

Buck’s not going to say anything, but Eddie could use a bit of an attitude adjustment on the day they go shopping for nursery stuff. Like, okay. Buck gets it. Home Depot isn’t the most fun part of the excursion. Certainly not as fun as shopping for cute, soft baby stuff. Though, it’s not like either of them dislike this sort of thing. Buck’s pretty excited about shopping for paint under the right circumstances. And these are great circumstances! The best, even!

But Eddie is just sort of checked out before they even get in the truck. Short, clipped responses and empty stares. And, okay… Buck sort of gets it. He’s been taking over all the nursery planning entirely. Actually, all the planning. He took his clipboard mentality and steamrolled it and maybe he hasn’t given Eddie enough input. Maybe Eddie has been annoyed about this. Buck knows he can be annoying. It would be great, though, if maybe Eddie just said that. Instead of, what? Becoming completely disinterested in the process? They’re only doing this once, and Buck wants it to be memorable for both of them.

It all sort of comes to a head over paint chips.

“I think I like Salamander,” Buck says, holding a paper sample up for Eddie to see. “But should we go with something lighter? Like Cabbage Leaf?” 

And, yeah. Okay. It all sounds sort of silly. But the way Eddie sort of stares at the paint chips with dead eyes, like it couldn’t matter less? It makes Buck want to scream a little. 

“Or, you know…” Buck continues. Because he’s trying here. “There’s a more blue-green tone? Like Country Weekend?” 

“Whatever you like best, Buck,” Eddie says. 

Okay. Fuck not saying anything.

“Do you just not give a shit… Or?”

Eddie recoils a little like he’s been smacked. 

“What?” He demands. “Why the hell would you ask that?”

Oh, great. They’re arguing in front of the Behr Paint display.

“Because I’m trying to make this feel important and you aren’t giving me any energy back!” Buck sort of huffs.