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cherryl4na · 5 months ago

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❥•°❀"she dances on my tongue"

abstract || it's your birthday and lando wants to help you celebrate it right.

female!reader || fluff. steamy. party!lando. 3.7k words

The anticipation hummed through the air as you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the straps of your dress. Tonight was your birthday, and Lando had planned a surprise outing that had kept you guessing for weeks. The excitement bubbled within you, mixing with a touch of nerves as you wondered what he had in store.

The door to your bedroom creaked open, and Lando's voice drifted in, filled with playful enthusiasm. "Babe, are you almost ready? We've got a big night ahead!"

You turned to see him leaning against the door frame, a wide grin spreading across his face. His tousled hair and the mischievous glint in his eyes made your heart skip a beat, just as it always did.

"I'm almost there," you replied with a smile, stepping back to give him a full view of your outfit. The dress hugged your curves in all the right places, the color complementing your skin tone perfectly.

Lando's eyes widened appreciatively as he took you in, his grin widening. "Wow," he breathed, stepping closer to you. "You look amazing, absolutely stunning."

You blushed under his gaze, feeling a surge of confidence at his compliment. "Thank you," you said softly, fingers nervously smoothing down the fabric of your dress.

He closed the distance between you, his hands gently settling on your hips. "You always look incredible," he murmured, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

The kiss was sweet and lingering, a promise of the night ahead filled with excitement and shared moments. When he pulled back, his hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a familiar gesture of affection.

"So," Lando began, his voice laced with excitement, "are you ready for the surprise?"

You raised an eyebrow playfully, feigning nonchalance. "I've been trying to figure it out for weeks," you teased. "But I have no idea."

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good," he replied, leading you out of the bedroom and towards the front door. "Because tonight, we're going to celebrate in style."

As you stepped outside into the cool evening air, Lando guided you towards his car, a sleek and gorgeous model, the chrome Shelby Cobra, that matched his adventurous spirit. The drive was filled with playful banter and shared laughter, the anticipation building with each passing moment.

When you arrived at the club, the vibrant lights and pulsing music greeted you like an old friend. Lando led you inside, his hand warm and reassuring in yours as he navigated through the crowd. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, people laughing and dancing, creating a backdrop of celebration.

He found a secluded corner of the club, away from the thumping bass and flashing lights, where the two of you could talk and enjoy each other's company. Lando pulled out a chair for you, his gaze never leaving your face as you settled in.

"Happy birthday, love," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I wanted tonight to be special for you, just like you deserve."

You smiled, touched by his thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Lando," you replied, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. "Being here with you is more than enough."

He leaned in closer, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "I love you," he whispered, his breath warm against your cheek. "And tonight, I'm going to make sure you have the best birthday ever." Lando pulls back slowly, his handsome face close to you as his eyes look into yours.

His words wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, warming you from the inside out. The music throbbed through the club, the bass reverberating in your chest as you felt the excitement of the night build around you. Lando's hand found yours, his touch grounding you in the midst of the pulsating energy.

You nodded, a wide smile spreading across your face. "I'm already having a great time," you admitted, your voice laced with happiness.

Lando grinned back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Then let's kick it up a notch," he suggested, guiding you towards the bar. "What's your poison tonight?"

You glanced at the array of colorful cocktails displayed behind the bar, considering your options. "Surprise me," you replied playfully, leaning closer to Lando.

He winked at the bartender and ordered a pair of exotic cocktails, each garnished with fruit and served in a glass that sparkled under the club's lights. The drinks arrived with a flourish, and you took a sip, savoring the sweet and tangy flavors that danced on your tongue.

Lando raised his glass to yours. "To another year of adventures," he toasted, his voice ringing with sincerity.

"To adventures," you echoed, clinking your glass against his before taking another sip. The alcohol warms you from the inside, loosening inhibitions and adding to the euphoria of the night.

Encouraged by the music and the lively atmosphere, you and Lando drank and danced with abandon. The cocktails flowed freely, each one more delicious and intoxicating than the last. The dim lights of the club bathed you in a warm, inviting glow, casting fleeting shadows on the dance floor as you moved with Lando in perfect sync.

As the music shifted to a sensual beat, Lando's hand found the small of your back, guiding you effortlessly into a closer embrace. His touch sent tingles down your spine, igniting a fire within you that matched the pulsing rhythm of the music. His other hand intertwined with yours, fingers lacing together as you moved together in a seamless dance.

Laughter and shared moments punctuated the air around you, the crowd becoming a blur as you focused solely on each other. Lando's gaze never wavered from yours, filled with an intensity that made your heart race. In the midst of the swirling chaos, you found solace in the connection you shared, a silent understanding that transcended words.

With each sway and dip, the gap between you closed, the heat of his body seeping through the fabric of your clothes. His breath tickled your ear as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your skin in gentle caresses between whispered words of admiration and love.

"You're so beautiful tonight," Lando murmured, his voice a husky whisper that sent a shiver through your body.

A blush crept onto your cheeks, the intimacy of his words warming you from within. "And you're irresistible," you replied softly, your fingers tracing the contours of his jaw.

The music shifted again, slower and more seductive, urging you to explore the depths of your desire. Lando pulled you closer, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips, guiding your movements with a confidence that left you breathless. The world faded away as you lost yourself in the rhythm, each step and sway a testament to the unspoken passion that simmered between you.

The sultry beat of the song seemed to echo the pulse of your own hearts, drawing you deeper into each other with every measured step. Lando's touch was electric against your skin, sending tingles of anticipation through your body as he led you in a dance that felt both familiar and exhilaratingly new.

His gaze locked onto yours, darkened with desire as he drew you in closer, his chest pressing firmly against yours. The heat of his body mingled with yours, a magnetic pull that defied the crowded dance floor around you. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, intensifying the sensory overload of the moment.

With each movement, your bodies molded together seamlessly, a sensual dance of give and take that spoke volumes without a single word exchanged. His fingers traced patterns along your spine, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him closer, unable to get enough of the electrifying connection between you.

The world outside of your dance seemed to disappear as the music swirled around you, enveloping you in a cocoon of shared desire. The club's lights flickered and danced above, casting fleeting shadows on Lando's chiseled features, enhancing the allure of his focused expression.

As the song reached its climax, Lando dipped you low, his arm strong and supportive beneath your back. Your breath caught in your throat as he held you there, suspended in a moment of heightened anticipation. His lips brushed against yours, a tender promise of what was yet to come, before pulling you upright and into his arms once more.

"I've wanted this," he confessed in a voice husky with emotion, his forehead resting against yours. "To dance with you like this, to feel this connection."

The sincerity in his words stirred something deep within you, a swell of affection and longing that mirrored his own. You smiled softly, fingertips tracing the contours of his jaw, savoring the closeness you shared in the dimly lit corner of the club.

"I've wanted it too," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, your heart racing in sync with his.

In the quiet lull between songs, Lando's gaze softened, his fingers gently brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. His touch was tender yet filled with a primal hunger that stirred a fire within you. Without hesitation, you leaned in, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of the desire and connection you felt.

The kiss deepened, a shared exploration of yearning and devotion that left you both breathless. His arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer as the world around you faded into a distant backdrop of music and laughter.

When you finally pulled apart, Lando held you close as the music continued to pulse through the club. The two of you had remained locked in a passionate embrace, bodies still swaying together in sync with the rhythm. The intensity of the moment lingered between you, a palpable energy that crackled in the air around you.

"You drive me wild," Lando confessed huskily against your ear, his voice low yet filled with a raw honesty that sent a thrill down your spine.

A playful grin tugged at your lips as you teased back, "I think you're doing a pretty good job of keeping up."

His laughter was a melody that blended with the music, infectious and filled with genuine delight. "Only because you inspire me," he replied, his hands finding yours and pulling them closer to his chest.

With a renewed sense of closeness, you resumed dancing, bodies moving fluidly as if in a trance. The heat between you only intensified, each touch and sway a testament to the magnetic pull drawing you closer together. The rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of shared desire and affection.

As the night wore on, the music continued to weave its spell around you, guiding your movements and heightening the passion between you and Lando. The club buzzed with energy, yet your focus remained solely on each other, lost in the rhythm of the night.

With every dip and twirl, Lando's presence anchored you, his touch a reassuring warmth against the backdrop of pulsating beats and flashing lights. His gaze never left yours, a steady anchor in the swirling chaos of the dance floor.

"You make everything feel so... right," you admitted softly, the words slipping out amid the intoxicating ambiance of the club.

Lando's expression softened with affection, his thumb tracing circles on the small of your back. "You bring out the best in me," he confessed earnestly, his voice barely audible over the music.

In that moment, amidst the intoxicating blend of music, laughter, and shared intimacy, you knew this night would be etched in your memory forever. It wasn't just about the celebration of your birthday anymore—it was a celebration of the love and connection you shared with Lando, a bond that grew stronger with every touch and every whispered promise.

As the music gradually slowed, signaling the end of the night, you found yourselves reluctant to let go of the magic that had enveloped you. With a lingering kiss, soft and filled with unspoken promises, you and Lando finally stepped back from the dance floor, hands intertwined as you navigated through the dispersing crowd.

Outside the club, the cool night air greeted you, a stark contrast to the warmth you felt in each other's arms. Lando pulled you closer, his gaze tender as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "You know," he began, his voice low and intimate, "this night is just getting started."

Your heart raced with anticipation as Lando opened the door to his sleek Shelby Cobra. The engine roared to life with a powerful rumble that echoed through the quiet streets. You couldn't help but laugh as Lando maneuvered the car smoothly through the city, his confidence behind the wheel matched only by the sparkle in his eyes.

The drive to Lando's apartment was exhilarating, the wind tousling your hair as the city lights blurred by. Sitting next to him, the adrenaline of the evening still coursing through your veins, you found yourself stealing glances at him whenever you could. His smile was contagious, and you felt a rush of gratitude for the spontaneous adventure he had whisked you away on.

When you arrived at his apartment building, Lando parked the Cobra with a flourish. He turned to you, his expression unreadable for a moment before a mischievous grin spread across his face. "What do you say we keep the night going?" he suggested, his eyes dancing with excitement.

You nodded eagerly, caught up in the whirlwind of the evening and eager to see where it would lead. Hand in hand, you followed Lando into the building and up to his apartment. The door closes behind you with a soft click, before he slams you against the door, his lips locking with yours with a heat of passion.

His lips were warm and insistent against yours, a heady mix of desire and urgency. The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of the mint from his earlier drink and something uniquely him. His hands, strong and sure, cupped your face as if he couldn't get close enough, his body pressing deliciously against yours.

For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only the heat between you, the soft gasps of breath mingling, and the electric sensation of his touch sending sparks through your body. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken desires, a culmination of the tension that had been building between you all night.

As the kiss deepened, Lando's fingers trailed down from your face to trace the curve of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. They continued trailing down your body before finally reaching your hips. You responded eagerly, your own hands finding their way up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes searched for yours, dark and intense. His voice, rough with desire, whispered, "I've wanted to do that since the moment I saw you getting all nice and pretty for tonight."

Your heart raced, breathless from the intensity of the moment. "I'm glad you did," you managed to say, your voice a little breathless.

Lando's smile was both tender and mischievous as he leaned in to press another intoxicating kiss to your lips, this one slower, more exploratory. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as if he couldn't bear to let you go. After a few beats, the kiss begins to have a sense of urgency from both ends. Sliding his strong hands lower on your body, they find the back of your thighs and grips them tightly.

“Jump,” he whispers against your red, plump lips, not wanting to ruin this intimate moment. Your heart skipped a beat at his whispered command, feeling the thrill of his words resonate through you. Without hesitation, you responded, jumping lightly against him, your lips never breaking contact. Lando caught you effortlessly, his arms wrapping securely around you, pressing you against his solid frame.

The sensation of being held so close, with his lips still moving gently against yours, sent a rush of heat through your body. His touch was both comforting and electrifying, each moment tinged with a longing that mirrored your own.

As he held you suspended against him, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, syncing with your own racing pulse. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this cocoon of desire and affection.

His embrace was strong yet tender, cradling you against his chest as he carried you through the apartment. The coolness of the hallway was a stark contrast to the warmth emanating from his body, and the sensation of being so close to him made your heart race even faster.

You nestled your head against his shoulder, breathing in his scent—hints of cologne mixed with the faint aroma of the night air. The journey to his bedroom felt like a dream, each step echoing the rhythm of your intertwined hearts. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken desires and promises.

Upon entering his bedroom, Lando gently laid you down on the bed, his touch lingering on your skin for a moment longer than necessary. His eyes never left yours, a silent reassurance passing between you. The room enveloped you in its soft glow, casting shadows that danced across the walls.

Lando leaned in, his lips finding yours once more in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. It spoke of longing and a deep connection forged in the whirlwind of the night. His hands caressed your cheek, his touch gentle yet firm, as if silently conveying his desire to explore every inch of you.

As the kiss deepened, the world outside faded away, leaving only the sensation of his lips moving against yours, each touch igniting a fire that burned hotter with every second. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, yet you welcomed it eagerly, surrendering to the magnetic pull drawing you closer together.

His hands, with a gentle, unhurried caress, explore the curves of your body, each movement akin to an artist delicately sketching on a canvas. The sensation is as if you were a masterpiece of intricate glasswork, intricate and fragile yet imbued with a quiet strength. Despite recognizing your resilience and inner fortitude, he approaches you with reverence, mindful of the intimacy shared between you. In this moment, he seeks to preserve its sanctity, each touch a testament to his deep respect and admiration for you.

Reaching the hem of your dress, his lips make their way down the expanse of your neck, where his kisses feather lightly across your skin, leaving a trail of tingling warmth in their wake. Each touch is deliberate, as if he's unraveling a cherished mystery, savoring the softness of your skin and the subtle pulse beneath. His breath, a gentle caress, carries with it a mix of desire and reverence, acknowledging the intimacy of the moment. Each kiss is a testament to his adoration, a silent vow to cherish and honor this connection between you.

As their passion threatens to ignite fully, a quiet realization settles amidst the haze of desire. They both recognize the influence of the drinks they've shared, heightening their mutual attraction but also clouding their judgment. With a shared look, they pause, a silent agreement passing between them that they must tread carefully.

"We need to slow down," he murmurs, his voice husky with longing but tempered with responsibility.

You nod in understanding, feeling the heat of his body against yours. "Yes," you agree softly, your fingers gently tracing the curve of his cheek.

Reluctantly, they ease apart, the tension between them palpable yet muted. They share a tender smile, filled with unspoken promises and a deepening connection. With a mutual understanding of the importance of respect and restraint, they decide to honor their bond in a different manner.

They move slowly, deliberately removing their clothing, each gesture marked with a sense of reverence and self-control. The air is thick with anticipation and a tender intimacy as they settle into each other's arms. The warmth of their bodies intertwining offers solace and reassurance, a sanctuary where their hearts can beat in unison.

Wrapped in each other's embrace, they find comfort in the quiet rhythm of their breathing, the world outside fading into a distant murmur. In this moment of shared vulnerability and mutual understanding, they know that their connection transcends mere physical desire—it is rooted in respect, trust, and a shared commitment to cherish and protect each other.

As they lay intertwined, the warmth of their bodies melding together, Lando gently strokes your hair, his touch soothing and affectionate. The softness of the moment envelops them, a sanctuary of peace and acceptance.

In the stillness, Lando's voice breaks the silence once more, a whisper against your ear. "Happy birthday once again, my love," he murmurs, his words carrying a depth of emotion that resonates within you as he leaves a soft and tender kiss on your head.

You turn to him, meeting his gaze with a tender smile. "Thank you, Lando," you reply softly, your heart swelling with gratitude for this intimate gesture.

They linger in each other's arms, the weight of their shared understanding binding them closer. The room fills with an aura of serenity, each breath a testament to their profound connection. In the gentle cadence of their breathing, they find solace and reassurance, knowing that they've chosen to honor their love in a way that transcends fleeting desires.

As they hold each other close, time seems to slow, allowing them to fully immerse themselves in the beauty of the present moment. Their entwined souls whisper promises of devotion and loyalty, weaving a tapestry of love and responsibility that will guide them through the journey ahead.

In the quiet embrace of the night, they drift into a tranquil sleep, their hearts beating in harmony, united in the certainty that their love story is unfolding with grace and tenderness.

an || so... i'm feeling a bit insecure and i feel like this was a shit ending. was supposed to go one way but my brain is fried. anyways, hope you liked this one as well. might make a part 2, don't know yet. till next time!

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 8 months ago

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Imagine having deep discussions with the Whitebeard pirates

Ace: Have you ever wondered why the world government opposes people so far away from them, doing what we do?

Marco: [mutters] I wish you would just stop saying odd shit.

Whitebeard: well we're breaking the law, obviously.

You: It's a little deeper than that. It's because what many pirates do, is the same thing the world government does.

Marco: We are not similar in any way.

You: no, think about it, what does the world government do? They lay out a bunch of rules and if you don't follow them, they use violence to force most of the world into following them. And if a nation elects not to join the world government, or can't afford to join, they raid and pillage those islands and take their citizens as slaves.

Izou: On the other hand, if a nation does join the world government, they have to pay heavenly tributes, because if they don't, the Marines will raid and pillage your country. But if they pay the heavenly tributes, the marines will protect their nation from outsiders, like pirates and non-world-government-nations.

Whitebeard: However, on top of paying the heavenly tribute, the average person also pays local and national taxes, so it's a heavy burden for some countries.

Marco: Oh my gods, it's like a protection racket, that common thugs run, just on a massive scale.

Whitebeard: and, like many pirates.

You: they don't like pirates, for the same reason they don't like common thugs, because you all are muscling in on their turf.

Thatch: so most governments are just organized, and socially acceptable, thuggery.

You: Not all, look at Alabasta for instance, King Cobra has a lot of social programs for his people. Food programs and affordable housing for the poor. Medical programs that put a doctor in every village and a bunch of other stuff. The people should receive something back from their government besides 'protection'.

Ace: I know a lot of nations that are in the world government have a large lower class that they exploit labor from and bleed them dry with taxes, tolls, and fines. I can never forget what I saw at the Grey Terminal out of the Goa Kingdom's Great Gate.

Thatch: That's because in "normal society" they value wealth, and look down on and take advantage of people who don't have it. Meanwhile, in pirate culture, we value strength and look down on and take advantage of those who are weaker, like how we raid other crew's ships because we can, and they can't stop us.

Izou: [sighs] That's an oversimplification If I ever heard one.

Thatch: [steps into Izou's space bubble.] You got something to say to me?

Izou: I've been to both world-government nations and non-world-government nations, and I can tell you that they value both strength and wealth. It's just different classes value one over the other. The upper and more privileged class values wealth, and daintiness because they can hire the strong. While the less privileged value strength, because it helps them survive, because they don't have money.

Thatch: I know that, did you forget I grew up poor as shit, mister little daimyo's vassal-boy.

Izou: And I was a wandering beggar minstrel before that, also keep Oden's name out of your mouth.

Thatch: how about you fucking make me?

Marco: [hops between the two men and dramatically claps his hands together like a clapperboard.] Aaand scene, that was a brilliant performance, gentlemen.

Ace: it was almost hard to tell that you two are actually friends.

Thatch: [huffs] Alright, I'll take it back, I'm sorry Izou.

Izou: I'm sorry too

You: you all are too fighty.

Ace: bitch, you're the most stab happy out of all of us.

You: I am not

Whitebeard: Just last night, you stabbed Vista's hand with a fork because he kept reaching over your plate.

You: ... I did do that, but only after asking him to stop three times. Which is more than reasonable, he's a grown-ass adult, and he, and his fuck ass mustache, should know basic table etiquette by now.

Ace: and then you stabbed me for no reason, with the same fork!

You: that was for good measure, just in case you got any ideas!

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xgryffinwhore · 2 months ago

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Drive me crazy

Summary: Johnny and Her have always been best friends, but could this house party change everything?

Warnings: Smut, swearing, angst, smoking, drinking

Word count: 8K

The music at the Cobra Kai house party was loud—too loud, but Johnny Lawrence didn’t care. He leaned back against the couch, a half-empty beer in his hand, eyes lazily scanning the room. He wasn’t really paying attention to the chaos around him, though. His mind was somewhere else, like it had been for the past few weeks.

His best friend was across the room, laughing, talking to some of the other girls from school, and looking way too good tonight. She always looked good, but recently, something had shifted. The way Johnny looked at her had changed. He hated to admit it—even to himself—but every time he saw her now, his chest tightened. It was starting to mess with him.

He took another swig of beer, trying to shake it off. She was his best friend, for crying out loud. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this about her. But every time she smiled, every time she caught his eye and flashed him that look that made him feel like he was the only one who mattered... It was driving him crazy.

Johnny had already had more to drink than usual. He was trying to push down these stupid feelings that were bubbling up, but the more he drank, the harder it got to ignore them. And then it happened—some girl, one of the loudmouths from school, started talking to his best friend. At first, Johnny didn’t think much of it. But then he saw the way the girl was laughing, a little too loudly, making snide remarks like she was better than her.

His best friend lunged at the loudmouth's jaw.

He slammed his beer down and got to his feet, weaving through the party.

Before things could escalate further, Johnny did something that surprised everyone in the room, including himself. Without thinking, he turned to his best friend, grabbed her by the waist, and in one quick motion, threw her over his shoulder. The room fell silent for a second as everyone stared, but Johnny didn’t care.

“Come on,” he muttered, his voice rough, as he made his way toward the door with her still slung over his shoulder.

The alcohol heavy in her system as she was lifted off the ground by him. She attempted miserably to flail her arms and legs as he carried her out of the house party like a sack of potatoes.

It was always *something* with them. Whether it was hot headed arguments, her dragging him away from a fight, or him dragging her. Their friendship is an interesting dynamic, nonetheless.* "Johnny, what the hell?" She slurred.

Johnny carried her outside, her weight familiar and comfortable against him. He was painfully aware of their proximity as he walked, her body pressed against him, the warmth of her skin seeping through his shirt. He grumbled under his breath, trying to ignore the feeling stirring in his chest.

He didn't stop until they were a fair distance from the party, the music now a faint thump in the background. He set her down gently, his grip lingering on her waist for a moment too long before he abruptly pulled his hands away.

She stood there, crossed armed, he *really* didn't have to do all of that. She huffed, she was torn, although he was always butting in, she knew he really did care for her. Her expression softened as she pondered over these conflicting thoughts.

She laughs at the irony. Johnny was always known for starting fights, he has the lowest temper in the valley. "Thats *rich* coming from you lawrence.”

"That’s different" He retorted, taking a step closer. He could smell the faint scent of her perfume, the familiar smell making his head spin. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to reach for her.

"You can’t just go around picking fights that I then have to rescue you from." He closed the remaining distance between them, his eyes never leaving hers. "You gotta stop being so goddamn reckless."

"Yeah you really can't be the one telling me that" she shakes her head. Johnny is the last person to be telling her this. The amount of reckless fights he'd gotten into, for worse reasons than hers, he should just shut his stubborn mouth now. *Man ,that stubborn mouth...* She shakes off the thought.

Johnny bristled at her dismissive tone, his stubborn nature rising to the surface. "Yeah? And why not? I've had to save your ass more times than I can count." He stepped closer, his body mere inches from hers now. He could feel her breath on his skin, the heat radiating off her body. *God, he wanted her so badly.*

"You gotta start thinking before you act. I'm sick of your stupidity."

Her eyes locked with his icy blue ones, his comment having a bitter taste in her mouth. "And I'm sick of you being an asshole" she rebuttals. It couldn't be farther from the truth. Sure, he was pretty much insufferable. But she couldn't get enough.

Johnny's jaw clenched as her words hit a nerve. He was used to her fiery comebacks, but something about this one stung. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way her eyes gleamed with determination, but he couldn't stop himself from taking another step closer.

He was so close now that their chests were almost touching. He could feel her breath against his lips, and all he wanted to do was close the remaining space between them. Instead, he gritted his teeth and retorted, "Yeah, well, I'm not the one constantly needing saving."

HIs musk affected her more than she wanted to admit. Her thoughts were clouded, her brain going foggy as she looked up at him, his blonde hair messy and perfect. She was drunk, being this close to him while she was impaired was definitely not good.

"I..I.." she started, shaking her head. She quickly turned away, heading back inside. One more second out there with him, and she didn't know what would have happened.

Johnny wanted to stop her, to pull her back and hold her against him. But his arms hung at his sides, frozen in place. He watched numbly as she walked away, his mind racing. *What the hell was happening to him*? He was supposed to be her best friend, not some lovesick idiot.

He let out a frustrated curse, raking a hand through his hair. He couldn't go back to the party, not now. He needed some air, some time to think, to put his emotions back in check.

The door opened again, Bobby waltzed outside, completely trashed. Bobby was Johnny's other best friend, sure he's an idiot, but he knew JOhnny better than anyone. "Hey man, came out for a cig, want one?"

Johnny looked up, somewhat relieved to see Bobby stumbling out of the party. "Yeah, sure." He said gruffly. He took the offered cig and lit it, inhaling deeply. The nicotine hit his system, helping him calm down a fraction.

Bobby glanced at him, noticing the conflicted look on his face. "You alright, man?"

Johnny shrugged noncommittally, taking another drag. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Bobby, tipsy as he was, knew Johnny better than anyone. He could sense that there was something more going on, something bothering his best friend. "You sure, man? You look like you've got something on your mind."

Johnny was silent for a moment. He didn't want to talk about it, but he also knew that he couldn't keep his thoughts bottled up forever.

"It's just..." He trailed off, staring at the ground. He took another drag of his cigarette, gathering his thoughts. "I don't know, man. Things are complicated right now."

Bobby nodded understandingly. "Complicated how? With a girl?"

Johnny let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, something like that."

Bobby raised an eyebrow. "Is it... *her*?"

Johnny's silence was all the confirmation Bobby needed. He knew how Johnny felt about his best friend. He'd been the one dealing with Johnny's drunk ramblings and love-fueled rants for months.

Johnny glanced up at him, almost surprised that he'd figured it out. "Is it that obvious?"

Bobby chuckled. "Kinda. You're not exactly subtle, man."

Johnny let out a heavy sigh. "I just... I don't know what to do, man. She drives me crazy. I can't shake these feelings. And I don't know how to deal with them."

Bobby took a drag of his own cigarette, thinking for a moment. "I see the way she looks at you man, she’s gotta at least feel *something*” Bobby puts his arm around Johnny's shoulders. “I mean face it, you guys fight like cats and dogs, then are all over each other the next day.”

Johnny sighs, running a hand through his hair. He knew Bobby was right. Their friendship was a strange and tumultuous thing. They drove each other crazy, getting into fights over the dumbest things, only to make up just as quickly.

But lately, the fights have been less angry, and more... *something else*. They were always touching, standing too close, stealing glances when they thought the other wasn't looking. It was so damn confusing.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Johnny muttered, taking another drag of his cigarette. "It's just... I don’t know. Things have been different lately. We've been fighting more than usual, and then making up just as quickly. It's like there's this... *tension* between us."

"Tension?" Bobby echoed, raising an eyebrow. "What kind of tension?"

Johnny let out a frustrated huff. "I don't know, man. It's like every time we're together, I can't help but want to be closer to her. I wanna touch her, hold her, *goddammit*, I don't even know what I want!"

Bobby chuckled. "Sounds like you got it bad, man."

Johnny shot him a glare, but there was no heat behind it. "Yeah, really helpful." he muttered, taking another drag of his cigarette. "What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"You gotta tell her how you feel, man" Bobby said, giving Johnny a brotherly pat on the back

Johnny rolled his eyes. "Right, because that's gonna go over so well. 'Hey, I know we've been friends forever, but I want something more all of a sudden.' She'll probably just laugh in my face."

"Your Johnny Lawrence for god sakes, every chick at west valley basically passes out when you enter a room. Where is the arrogant son of a bitch I know?" Bobby pressed.

Johnny bristled a little at the comment, but deep down, he knew Bobby was right. He was used to girls falling all over him, begging for a scrap of his attention. This was different. This was *her*.

He let out a scoff. "It's not the same. She's... different." He said finally, the words coming out more vulnerable than he intended.

"Different how?" Bobby pushed

Johnny paused for a moment, trying to find the words to explain it. "She doesn't look at me like the other girls do. She sees past the Johnny Lawrence charm and the Cobra Kai crap. She sees the real me, the one no one else does. And for some reason, she still sticks around."

“And that’s gotta mean something” Bobby takes a drag. Johnny nodded, mulling over Bobby's words. He knew his friend was right, but the thought of confessing his feelings scared the crap out of him. "I know, man. It does. I just... I don't know how to tell her. What if she doesn't feel the same? I wouldn't be able to lose her as a friend." Bobby shakes his head, putting out the cigarette "So you'd rather be just friends forever, then take the risk?"

Johnny bristled at Bobby's words. He hated being called out like that. But he knew his friend was right.

He let out a frustrated huff. "Of course not. I want more than friendship. But... I don't know if I'm ready to deal with the fallout if she doesn't feel the same. I don't know what I'd do without her."

"So what, you're just gonna pine after her forever?"

Johnny didn't have a response to that. The thought of spending the rest of his life wanting her, but never having her, sounded like hell. But the thought of losing her entirely terrified him even more.

"This isn't like you, man" Bobby said, his tone now softer. "You're Johnny Lawrence. You're tough, you're confident, you go after what you want. Since when did you start being a coward?"

Johnny bristled at the word "coward." He hated being called that. It was a sign of weakness, something he wasn't used to.

"I'm not a coward" he bit out, his voice harsh, "It's just... this is different. She's different. I wouldn-”

He broke off, his voice catching in his throat, the realization hitting him that he was basically making excuses.

Bobby could see the emotional turmoil on Johnny's face and knew he was getting through to him.

"Listen, man" he said, "What are you more afraid of? Losing her as a friend, or spending the rest of your life wondering 'what if'?"

Johnny was silent for a moment, his mind warring with his heart. He hated that Bobby was right. He hated that he had no good argument.

He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?" he grumbled, but there was no real anger behind it.

"Yeah, but that's what friends are for" Bobby replied, grinning. "So what's it gonna be man? Are you gonna grow some balls and tell her how you feel, or are you gonna just keep moping around like a lovesick puppy?"

"Oh, shut up" Johnny grumbled, but he couldn't suppress a small smile. He knew Bobby was right, as much as it killed him to admit it.

He let out a deep breath. "Yeah, okay. I'll do it. But if she laughs at me and never speaks to me again, I swear to god, I'm gonna kick your ass."

"I'll hold you to that" Bobby chuckled, slapping Johnny on the shoulder. "And hey, who knows, maybe she'll surprise you and jump your bones, right on the spot" he joked, the alcohol making him bolder.

Johnny's cheeks flushed slightly at the comment, despite himself. He tried to hide it with a scoff, but deep down, that thought *did* cross his mind.

"Yeah, right" he muttered, though his voice betrayed a hint of hope.

"Remember what sensei Kreese taught us, strike first and strike hard," Bobbys said.

Johnny chuckled, some of his usual swagger returning. "Damn right. No mercy, right?"

He stood up straight, squaring his shoulders. He felt a flicker of determination, mixed with a healthy dose of nerves. He couldn't back down now.

"Alright, man, I'm gonna do it. I'll talk to her tonight."

Bobby playfully punches Johnny, "Atta boy Lawrence, ready to go back in?"

Johnny nodded, taking one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. "As ready as I'll ever be."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He wasn't sure what the outcome would be, but he knew it was time he stopped being a coward.

They headed back inside, the sound of music and chatter hitting them at full force. Johnny scanned the room for any sign of her, his nerves heightening with every passing second.

She was on the dancefloor, and her friends clearly had one too many. She sways her hips to the music, the way she rolled her body was utterly tantalizing. Bobby follows Johnny's glance "Oh shit.. she looks.." "I know..." Johnny replied, his voice low. His eyes remained fixed on her, watching as she danced and laughed with her friends.

He could feel his heart thudding in his chest, his palms beginning to sweat. His mind was racing with all the things he wanted to say to her, all the words that had been bottled up inside him for months.

She threw her head back, laughing at whatever her and her friends were talking about as they moved their bodies. She ran her hands down her torso, feeling the music everywhere as she continued to rock.

Johnny's eyes tracked every movement, every touch of her hand to her body. He wanted, no, *needed*, to be the one causing those movements, the one making her laugh like that. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, a mixture of desire and frustration coursing through him. "Can't blame you man" Bobby reasoned.

Johnny nodded, his eyes still locked on her. "She... she's just..."

He trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence. How do you explain the effect this girl had on him? It was like she was his sunshine and his poison all rolled into one.

"She's something else, man" he finally said, his voice filled with a mix of awe and frustration.

She turned her head, meeting eyes with Johnny through the sea of people. She thought he left after their little tiff. She gave him a lazy smile.

Johnny's breath hitched in his throat as her eyes met his. For a moment, the room seemed to fade away, and it was just them.

He felt frozen under her gaze, his heart thudding in his chest. Then she smiled at him, all warm and crooked, and it was like a jolt to his system.

He forced himself to smile back, a small, nervous flutter to it.

"What the hell are you waiting for Johnny, strike first" Bobby shoved him toward her.

Johnny stumbled forward, his heart in his throat. "Hey, watch it" he grumbled, but there was no real heat behind it.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. *Strike first*. Bobby's words echoed in his ears as he made his way over to her.

As he drew closer, he could see the surprise flicker in her eyes. But then she smiled, that same lazy, crooked smile that made his heart skip a beat.

"Hey" he said, his voice surprisingly steady. "Mind if I steal you away for a minute?'

"Hey there Johnny boy, I thought you left" She slurs.

Despite her intoxicated state, she still managed to make his name sound like a tease. He couldn't help but smile, even though the sight of her being drunk off her ass worried him a bit.

"Nah, I'm still here" he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I need to talk to you about something though. It's important."

Her expression drops "What? Like now?" she says, her voice laced with concern. She tries to read his face, unsure of what he is thinking.

Johnny can see the uncertainty in her eyes, and he feels a pang of guilt for making her wonder where the conversation was going. "Yeah, now" he replies, his voice firm. "It's something I should've said a long time ago. So you're gonna hear me out, okay?"

She nods her head silently as he leads her to the bathroom, it's the only place in this stupid house party with any privacy.

"Is.. Is everything okay?" She asks, her brow furrowing. "Listen if this is about earlier I'm sorry okay-" Johnny shakes his head, cutting her off. "No, it's not about that. I mean, it kind of is, but not really."

He lets out a heavy sigh, taking a step closer to her. "I just... I got something important to tell you, alright? Just promise me you'll hear me out before you respond, okay?"

She looks at him skeptically. She glossed over his serious features, he looked so handsome. "Okay johnny.."

Her agreement washes a wave of relief over him. He takes another step closer to her, their bodies now a mere foot apart.

"Look, I know this seems sudden and random, but I've been thinking about this for a while now," he begins.

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself.

"There's something about you, there's always been something. And it's more than just friendship, more than just a stupid little crush, I-"

"Wait wait wait" She interrupts, even though she said she wouldn't. "Youre- youre drunk, we cant.. you shouldn't be-" Johnny's eyes widen at her interruption, a small flicker of anger flaring up in him. He couldn't believe she was brushing him off right now, when he was finally pouring his heart out to her.

"I'm not drunk" he grumbles, his voice harsh. "And you said you'd hear me out, remember?"

She bites backher words, letting him continue.

Johnny lets out a breath, trying to calm himself. He knows getting mad at her isn't going to help his case.

"I'm not drunk" he repeats, his voice softer this time. "And what I'm trying to say is... Damn, this is harder than I thought it'd be."

He runs a hand through his hair, looking at her with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I like you. More than I should, in a way that's more than just friends. I have for a long time now, I just never had the guts to say it."

Her eyes widened at his confession. *This isn't happening* This can't happen, Johnny is her best friend. There is no possible way..

"You.. you.." She stuttered.

Johnny could see the shock in her eyes, the disbelief written all over her face. He knew this wasn't easy to hear, especially considering their friendship.

But he couldn't back down now. He'd come too far to turn back.

"You can't tell me you haven't felt something" he says, his voice low and intense. "All the fights we've gotten into, the tension between us, it's never been just friendly. You *know* it hasn't."

Her throat felt dry, this had to be a dream. "I-" he couldn't formulate a proper sentence, especially when he was this close, being this vulnerable, like she'd never seen him before.

Johnny takes another step closer to her, closing the already small gap between them. He's standing directly in front of her now, towering over her smaller frame.

He can see the mixture of shock and confusion in her eyes, and it's almost too much to bear. He never wanted to make her feel like this, but he had to get these feelings off his chest.

"Look at me" he says, his voice firm, but laced with tenderness. "Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm bullshitting."

She looked at him, her best friend. It was always more.. so much more... Her lips parted, trying to come up with anything to say. But there was no use fighting it.

When she meets his eye, Johnny feels a wave of relief wash over him. *She doesn't hate what he's saying.*

He can see the conflict in her eyes, the battle between what she wants and what she thinks is right. But he can also see the spark of something there, something that tells him there's more to her feelings than he realized.

He gently lifts her chin, making sure she's looking directly at him. "Say something" he rasps, his voice betraying just a hint of vulnerability.

"We can't.. We shouldn't.." She struggles, her words saying one thing, but her body saying another as she closes the non existent space between them.

Johnny felt a spark of hope ignite in his chest as she leaned closer to him. Her body was so close to his now, he could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. "Why not?" he murmured, his voice low and raspy. "Give me one good reason we can't."

His hand sends shivers down her spine, shivers only he could produce. "We're best friends.."

"And friends can't want more than friendship?" he asks, his fingers lightly tracing the small of her back.

He leans in closer, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. Her scent is intoxicating, and the feel of her body against his is sending his senses into overdrive.

"Maybe we were never just friends" he whispers against her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut, he was too close for comfort. "Jesus- I can't think straight when you're on me like that" She says breathlessly.

Johnny chuckles, enjoying the effect he's having on her way too much. He knows he's got her now, there's no going back.

He leans in again, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Maybe I don't want you thinking straight," he murmurs, his breath hot against her skin. "Maybe I like you like this, all flustered and breathless because of me."

"Johnny.." She pleads, her hands betraying her as she reaches out and cups his chest.

Her touch is like an electric shock to his system. He lets out a low groan, his own hand moving to cover hers, holding it against his chest.

"You don't know what you do to me" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. "The way you say my name..."

"You don't know what *you* do to *me*" She admits, her guard slipping down.

He grins at her words, feeling the last of her resistance crumbling underneath his touch.

He gently pushed her back against the wall, trapping her between the cold tile and his body. His hands find their way to her hips, holding her captive.

"I like that you're helpless against me" he murmurs, his lips moving to her neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. "It's driving me crazy."

She lets out small gasps as he peppers her, her eyes drilled shut as he sends tingles everywhere through her. "What are you doing to me.."

"Driving you crazy, apparently" he replies, his lips moving up to her jawline, pressing hot kisses along the sharp angle.

He pushes himself even closer to her, his body flush against hers. He wants her to feel everything, feel just how much he wants her.

"Say it again" he urges, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "Say my name."

"Johnny." She whines.

Her voice, needy and pleading, is the sweetest sound he's ever heard. He can barely control himself, his body is on fire and she's the only thing that can quench the fire.

"Again" he demands, his mouth finding its way to her collarbone, his lips trailing up the soft skin of her neck. "I need to hear you say my name again."

"God Johnny..." She pants, it feels too good. She was used to moaning his name in the privacy of her room late at night, but this was entirely different.

The sound of his name coming from between her sweet, parted lips is almost enough to send him over the edge. He presses her harder against the wall, his body pinning her in place.

He pulls back just enough to look at her face, takes in the flushed cheeks, the heavy-lidded eyes. "You have no idea what you do to me" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "You're all I think about, day and night."

"You're everything to me Johnny..." She confesses, finally getting something off her chest. "Being around you but not being *with* you is torture."

Johnny's heart clenches at her words. He knows exactly how she feels. The endless hours spent watching her, aching to touch her, but holding back because he was afraid of ruining everything. But not anymore.

He cups her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Then be with me" he urges, his voice low and firm. "Be mine. "Please."

She closes the gap between them fully,turning her head to the side and connecting her lips to kiss. It was fiery, passionate, and so long overdue.

Electricity dances across his skin the moment her lips touch his. This isn't some drunken, sloppy kiss. It's full of years of pent-up desire and raw emotion.

He kisses her back fiercely, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. He grips her hips tighter, pulling her closer, needing to feel all of her against him. He kisses her like he needs her to breathe.

They kiss until they're breathless, against the wall where he holds her to all of the tension that had built up. " Yes.. the answer is yes.." Sheslips in between parting kissing

Her answer, spoken between gasps and kisses, sends a shock of relief through him. He can finally touch her, finally have her without fear of rejection. It's like a dream come true.

He deepens the kiss, his lips moving against hers with a renewed intensity. His hands are everywhere, roaming up her sides, into her hair, down her throat. He wants to touch every inch of her, claim her as his own.

Finally, they pull apart, both of them panting and out of breath. Johnny rests his forehead against hers, taking in the fact that she's his now, for real. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that" he mutters, his voice hoarse.

"Me too" She giggles, lacing her fingers through his sandy hair. This boy was beautiful, he really was. She tried to catch her breath, the chemistry between them was so undeniable, and this sealed the deal.

Johnny can't help but smile at her laughter, the sound is like music to his ears. He looks at her, taking in her flushed cheeks, her messy hair. She's never looked more beautiful to him.

"We should go back to the party" he murmurs, though the last thing he wants to do is leave this room. "Everyone's probably wondering where we are."

She nods "Yeah, probably.." She overhears Motley Crue playing, it's her favorite song. She opens the door, going out first.

As they step out of the bathroom, the sounds and sights of the party rush back to them. Johnny reaches for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"Dance with me" he says, pulling her towards the throngs of people.

"Gladly" She follows. They get to the middle of the floor, all eyes are on them as they begin to move together.

*Ten seconds to love

Ten seconds to love

Pull my trigger

My guns loaded with your love

Ten seconds to love

Just wait honey

Until I tell the boys about you*

The lyrics boomed through the house as they began to grind against each other

The way she moves against him, the way she fits in his arms, it's like they were made for each other. Johnny loses himself in the feel of her body against his, the rhythm of the music guiding their movements.

He pulls her closer, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist, the other on the curve of her hip. The world dissolves around them, reducing to just the two of them, dancing, touching, wanting.

Bobby whistles slowly from the other side of the room, the other cobra kai joining at the scene in front of them.

Johnny smirks, deciding to give his friends a show.

He spins her around, her back pressed to his chest. His hands roam over her body, feeling her curves, claiming her. He wants to show everyone that she's his, now and always.

She backs up right against him, ghosting his hands and moving them around her body as she looks up at him. She wasn't very big on PDA, this was something she could get behind, or at least Johnny was *behind*.

Johnny's mind is going wild, the image of her pressed up against him, moving her body in ways that drive him insane, is almost more than he can handle.

He leans in, his breath hot against her ear, his lips just barely touching her skin. "You're killing me" he murmurs, his hands drifting lower, lower, lower...

"At least you'll die happy" She teases, his hands traveling making her feel something deep in her stomach.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine.

He brings his mouth to her neck, his lips trailing up the soft skin of her throat. "You have no idea how happy" he whispers, his hands settling on her hips, pulling her even closer.

She can feel the firm evidence of his desire pressed against her, his body responding to her every move.

She gasps at the feeling of him hard against her. It was almost too much to bear. Her arms go up, letting him have more access as she lines her jaw with her finger.

Johnny can't get enough of her, her gasp only fueling his growing need. He nips at the sensitive skin of her neck, his hands now tracing the lines of her body with a new purpose, exploring every inch of her.

His fingers dance along her collarbone, down her ribcage, over her hip bone, never still, always seeking more skin to touch. His lips return to her ear, his voice low and rough. "You drive me insane, you know that?"

She smirks up at him, turning back around to face him. He looked flushed, clearly affected by her. And she was loving it. "I haven't even gotten started."

He gives her a crooked smile, her words sending a jolt of desire through him. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to regain some shred of control.

"Careful" he warns, his voice a low growl. "You keep talking like that and I'll take you right here in front of everyone."

She shakes her head at his banter. “You’d love that wouldn’t you?”

Johnny doesn't deny it, his eyes darkened with intense desire. "You have no idea" he mutters, pulling her even closer.

He can feel the heat between them, the way her body responds to his touch. He's so close to losing all self-control, and he knows if she pushes just a little bit more, he'll snap.

"But we're around all of these people so you'll have to behave" she teases. She rolls her body on Johnny, slightly straddling his leg while standing, leaning back and giving him a good visual of what's to come..

His eyes widen at her boldness, her movements sending waves of heat through him.

He grabs her hips tighter, holding her in place against him, his fingers digging into her skin. "Jesus Christ" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. "You can't just- you can't...fuck."

She knows exactly what she's doing to him, *To be fair, he wasn't hiding it.* "Like what you see?" She flirts.

He groans in response, his eyes raking over her body like he wants to devour her. "Like it? I'm about to lose my goddamn mind" he mutters, his grip on her hips almost painfully tight now.

His fingers trace a path up her stomach, teasing the underside of her bra. "You can't do this to me" he says, his voice strained. "Not here, not now. It's not fair."

She melts into his touch, Johnny's big hands dragging so possessive over her frame. It was enough to drench her on the spot. She continues her show for him, rolling slowly and seductively. "I don't know what youre talking about" she feigns innocence.

His breath hitches as she continues to move against him, the effect she's having on him almost unbearable. "You're a goddamn tease, you know that?" he mutters, his hands starting to wander.

He lets one hand slip further up, coming to rest just under her breast, his thumb tracing a lazy circle. "I swear if you don't stop, I'll-" He cuts off, his imagination running wild.

"You'll what?"

"I'll... do things to you..." he mutters, his lips grazing her ear. He's on the edge now, the feeling of her body against him driving him crazy.

He leans in, his breath hot against her skin. "Things that would get us kicked out of here real fast."

He pulls her closer, his body pressed flush against hers, the evidence of his desire evident as he grinds his hips against her. "You want to know what I'll do to you if you keep this up?"

She flushes, she cant take much more of this, her cocky facade crumbling as he whispers suggestive things. "I want to know," she whispers, her throat feeling parched.

His hand on her hip slides down, over her rear, giving it a squeeze. He pulls her body even closer against his, the heat between them threatening to burn them alive.

His lips move to her neck, his tongue trailing along the sensitive skin. "I'll throw you over my shoulder, *again*" he whispers, his voice low and rough. "And carry you to the nearest empty room, lock the door behind us, and show you exactly what you do to me."

Her face feels hot, actually everything does. His filthy words make her blush. "Is that so?"she tries to tease, but the desperation creeps into her tone.

"Mhm" he hums against her skin, his lips moving up her jawline. "And then I'll spread your legs..."

He nips at the lobe of her ear, his hand giving her rear another firm squeeze. "And I'll take my time, make sure you're nice and wet..."

He leans in close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispers, "And when I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

She looks at him, lips parted, heart racing. *Deep breaths, deep breaths...* "I..." forming a sentence feels goddamn impossible.

Her vision is muddled with images of him and her, ones she's dreamed and fantasized about, but knowing how close it's coming to fruition..

He smirks at her inability to respond, her breathless expression making him want her more than ever. He knows he's got her right where he wants her now, and there's no going back.

He steps even closer to her, so close there's barely an inch separating them. He runs a hand up her neck, his fingers gently grasping her chin and forcing her to look at him.

"You look so goddamn beautiful when you're all flustered" he murmurs, his voice filled with desire. "I wonder what faces you'll make when I finally get you alone..."

"Johnny.." She breathes, unable to formulate a single thought. She can't think of anything else but getting alone with him.

The sound of her saying his name, all breathless and needy, drives him wild. He knows exactly what she wants, because he wants it just as badly.

He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him. "Say please," he whispers, his lips barely touching hers. "Beg for it."

"Please..." she pleads "Just get me out of here Johnny.."

He grabs her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers, and starts leading her through the sea of people. His friends cat call and whistle, but Johnny ignores them, focused solely on getting her alone.

He drags her through the house, searching for an available room, any room. He can't wait, needs her now.

Finally, he spots a door cracked open, the lights off inside. He leads her inside, shuts the door, and locks it behind them.

The moment the door clicks shut, he's on her. His hands are everywhere, roaming over her body like a man possessed.

He kisses her hungrily, his lips and tongue devouring her as he presses her into the bed.

Her hair forms like a halo around her head as she kisses him back, her body aching for him and only him. He drove her insane with his words, she wonders if he's all talk…

There’s no restraint left in him now. All the years of pent-up desire, the memories of her, everything fueling his hunger. He needs her, needs to prove how good he can make her feel.

His hands find the hem of her shirt, his fingers slipping under the fabric. "Lift your arms" he whispers, his voice thick with need.

She submits, lifting up her arms and letting him undress her. He swiftly takes off her top, unclipping her bra while he's at it and taking it off. She shimmies off her skirt, her panties with it. She does the same to him, taking off his shirt eagerly.

He steps back, letting her undress him.

Once he's bare before her, he lets out a shaky breath, unable to resist any longer. He lunges for her, pinning her down onto the bed. "God, I want you so much" he mutters, his lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her chest…

Her body twists at his lips, setting small fires all through her skin. She whimpers at the intimate act.

He takes his time with her body, mapping it with his lips and tongue. He wants every inch of her, wants to claim her as his.

He moves lower, his lips brushing over her hip bone, his hand skimming over her inner thigh.

She hisses, the sensation is mind numbing. He is so close to where she needs him most.

He smirks, fully aware of how impatient she's getting, but he wants to draw this out, wants to tease her, just like she did to him.

His lips ghost over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, his hand coming to rest just above her core, not quite touching where she wants him most. "Beg for it" he commands, his voice gruff and rough.

"Please Johnny.. Please just do something" she begs, her voice shaky.

He smirks, his lips hovering over her core, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "What do you want me to do?" he asks, his voice a low growl, already knowing the answer.

Her words send a jolt through him, his hunger for her growing even more. "Mmm, I think I can manage that" he mutters, his lips hovering just centimeters from her.

He's teasing her, the anticipation is almost too much to bear. "I want to know how sweet you are."He presses his lips to her then, giving her exactly what she craves. His tongue tastes her, exploring her, slowly and deliberately.

He savors every moment, every sound she makes, every time her body jerks in response to his touch. He loves the way she tastes, the way she responds to him.

He worked her with his tongue, it felt like magic.

"Oh, g-god!" her back arched, the ache being resolved by his expert tongue.

He works her with his tongue, his lips, his teeth, determined to give her the most intense pleasure she's ever experienced. He wants to make her scream, wants her to forget her own name, wants to be the reason she can't walk tomorrow.

Her hand flies to his head, the blonde hairs feeling soft against her fingers. "Wow...Johnny, oh my god" she moans as her toes curl in pleasure.

He takes his time, his tongue dancing over her sensitive flesh. Her reaction fuels his lust, his desire to give her pleasure mounting with each gasp and moan she makes.

He knows exactly what she needs, and he's determined to give it to her, to make her lose control, to make her scream his name. He's getting damn close to coming just from making her feel good.

"Johnny.. I want you to fuck me" she moans desperately.

Her words fuel the fire inside him, igniting a primal need to make her his. He lifts his head, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss.

He positions himself between her legs, his body pressed firmly against hers. "You want me?" he whispers between kisses. "You want me to fill you up?"

"Please johnny.." She begs.

He can't resist her anymore, her begging is too much. He aches to be inside her, to feel her wrapped around him.

He positions himself at her entrance, his cock hard and aching for her. "You're mine.. say you're mine" He stoves himself inside her wetness

"I'm yours!" she screams in pleasure, her body filled with a sweet burn.

The sound of her saying it, the feeling of her body, it's like nothing he's ever experienced before. He's overwhelmed by it all, drowning in her.

His hands grip her hips, his mouth finding her neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses in their wake. "You feel so damn good.. so tight and wet and.. ah, god.." He moans, slowly moving.

"You fill me up *so* good Johnny" Her eyes roll back, the pressure inside her is nothing like she's ever known.

"Mmm, that's good baby" he mutters, his voice strained. The feeling of her wrapped around him, it's driving him insane.

He moves deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her gasp. "You feel so good, you have no idea.." he moans, thrusting steadily.

All of the years, she couldn't believe she was missing out on this. She spread her legs further so he could get deeper. She turned into a whimpering mess.

She's coming apart under him, her body responding to his every touch, every movement. He's intoxicated by her, completely addicted to the way she feels, the sounds she makes.

He moves faster, deeper, needing more of her, loving her at his mercy.

"God, you have no idea how long I've wanted this.. how much I've wanted you.." he mutters, his breathing ragged.

"Oh, Johnny" she groans, letting him have all of her. Her body arching toward him in ecstasy.

He doesn't hold back at all, he's lost in her, completely taken by her. She's like an addiction, he can't get enough, can't get close enough.

He moves faster, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her body flush against his. "I want you to come for me" he whispers, his lips trailing over her skin. “I want you to come all over my cock.”

She looks up at him panting, on the edge. "I'm so close Johnny" She begs "Just keep going.."

The sound of her begging, her voice all filled with need and pleading, it's music to his ears. He's close too but he needs her to come first, needs to feel her fall apart in his arms.

He moves faster, deeper, harder, his body pressed tight against hers. "That's it baby, come for me.. let go" he whispers, his lips against her ear.

He pushes her over the edge, waves of pleasure go throughout her body as she writhes in it all.. she moans his name as she lays back, squirmy at the sensations.

The feeling of her coming around him, it's enough to push him over the edge. He can't control himself, he's lost in the moment, completely. He thrusted a last time as he fills her up “Fuck, baby.” He groans breathing heavily and falling next to her. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close against him, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He's completely wrung.

"That was..."

"...Amazing" he finishes her sentence, his voice hoarse. He props himself up on his forearms, looking down at her with a look of awe on his face.

"You okay?" he asks, his eyes searching her face. He's still trying to catch his breath, his body heavy against hers.

She nods, smiling "Yes" she affirmations, planting a short and sweet kiss on his cheek.

He smiles at that, a genuine, satisfied smile. He's feeling damn good right now, completely and utterly satisfied. He looks down at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and messy hair, the aftermath of their encounter.

He leans down to plant a kiss on her forehead, gently pushing a stray strand of hair away from her eyes.

"You're beautiful" he mutters, his voice almost a whisper. He doesn't just mean the way she looks, he means everything about her, everything that makes her who she is.

"and you're... finally my boyfriend."

He can't help but chuckle at that, her words making his heart flutter.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, pressing soft kisses against her skin. "Yeah, I am" he murmurs, a smile on his face. "And I intend to be a damn good one at that."

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Shadow of Yourself [14/18]

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

A/N: we delve into the reader's past a little bit more the episode and eli is an absolute sweetheart about it <3

Based off of: Cobra Kai 05x05, 05x06, and 05x07 Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that), poorly written fight scenes (i swear, i struggle so much) Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

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THE FRIENDSHIP WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR.

“I made a new friend today.”

“Did you?” Your uncle Elijah calls over the sound of the water running in the sink, his hands frothy and wet from washing the dishes. This was your regular routine after dinner; he’d wash and you’d dry and when your mother was home, she’d put the dishes away. There’s a glaring pile of dishes building to your right that both of you ignore that, as of recently, has been more common. “That’s great, what’s her name?”

Biting your lip, you take the offered dish from his hands; “it’s a boy.”

That gives your uncle pause. With a teasing grin, he turns to you, quirking a brow; “oh? Is that right?” You flush at his wiggling brows, shaking your head as he flicks some soapy water at you before caving. “So, what’s his name, then?”

“Eli,” you answer, grinning from ear to ear. “Eli Moskowitz.”

“What a name,” your uncle laughs, nudging you with his elbow lightly. “He nice?”

You nod instantly, “very.”

“Good. Because no boy will be disrespecting my daughter.”

You flush at your uncle’s words, rolling your eyes; “dad, he’s just a friend.”

Eyes distinctly focused on the pan he’s washing, your uncle hums knowingly; “mm-hmm. And how did you meet Mr. Just-A-Friend Moskowitz?”

You just snort, focusing back on your own task like your uncle and ignoring his teasing because it was nothing new. Your uncle was a funny man and he was the best at jokes, and he liked to tease you – but you didn’t really mind, because it always made you laugh in the end anyways.

“I stood up for him,” you say, with a certain air of pride and an eye on your uncle for his reaction. “From a bully.”

Setting down the pan, your uncle turns to face you; “is that right?”

You mimic his actions, nodding; “yup.”

In the next second, before you can even blink, your uncle is moving his wet, soapy hands to your sides and moving to tickle you relentlessly. A giggle bursts from your lips instantly, carrying on as you desperately swat your uncle’s torturing hands away from you, gasping as you try to catch your breath.

“Elijah!”

“That’s my girl!” Your uncle cheers, clasping you by the waist and hefting you over his shoulders as he moves to run around the dining room, your cackles the only thing that can be heard in the otherwise silent house. “My little niece, standing up to bullies just like I taught her!”

“Elijah!” You call, grinning wide, “put me down!”

He obliges, finishing one last race around the dinner table before setting you on your own two feet. A laugh bubbles from your throat as he does, breathless and quieter, before you meet his waiting gaze and watch as he moves to crouch in front of you, hands on your shoulders.

“I’m incredibly proud of you, Y/N,” your uncle smiles, all sincerity and love in his eyes. “You know that, right?”

Beaming, you hum; “of course, Elijah! You tell me all the time!”

Shaking his head, your uncle places his hand on the back of your head before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

The moment is flooded with a gentle and comfortable silence as you lean into the kiss, heart racing and belly aching from your laughing but more happy than you could ever be.

It doesn’t last long.

The next day your uncle falls over at work and is rushed to the hospital.

Two months later, he passes away.

That is the last good memory you have of him.

You stare at the date that glares at you from the top of your phone screen.

July 14th.

The anniversary of your uncle’s death.

And you’re completely alone.

You frown when you see a message pop-up, the frown deepening further when you see who it’s from.

If you need to talk today, let me know. I can try and find some time to chat.

A second later, another text pops up.

Love you, honey.

With a sigh, you let your phone fall to your bed before collapsing against your pillow yourself.

You don’t have the energy to reply to your mother. Not after all that had happened and certainly not when today is… today.

She couldn’t even be here—

Clenching your eyes shut, you roll over to your side, staring at the wall of your bedroom and ignore the buzzes that rumble from your hip where you’d left your phone. You have no doubt it’s your mother, probably irritated or worried that you weren’t replying to her messages.

It’s early-ish, sometime mid-morning, but you haven’t gotten out of bed yet.

Classes at the dojo were a little… well, nonexistent right now because of everything and it was the summer which meant that you didn’t have school. You knew Yasmine and Moon were doing something but pretending everything was fine and smiling with them didn’t seem like the solution to the pain in your heart either. Sam was too busy ‘finding’ herself, Miguel and Robby were spending the day with Johnny last you heard and you could only imagine how that was going. Demetri was maybe with Yasmine and Moon, maybe not, though honestly, you loved the guy, but you didn’t think being with him today would help any.

Honestly, the only person you did want to see was Eli but after your fight in the waterpark parking lot, you didn’t know where either of you stood and you were too scared to find out. Eli hadn’t tried to reach out to you and neither had you, afraid that if you did, he’d officially break it off with you.

Maybe you were being dramatic but this always seemed to happen when you two started dating. You loved Eli, you knew that, and you didn’t want to just be friends but maybe Eli didn’t feel that way anymore. You had been a tad bit cruel at the waterpark and hadn’t tried to see any of it from Eli’s point of view. Cobra Kai had been traumatic for Eli and even if you stood by your opinion that the students at Cobra Kai weren’t your enemies, it still stood to truth that some of them had done horrible things and hadn’t apologized for it.

Nor did it look like they planned to.

Letting out a dejected moan, you shove your face into your pillow.

This was awful.

All you wanted to do was see Eli but you were too afraid to make the first step in case it meant you losing him, permanently this time. Realistically, you knew you couldn’t avoid him forever but for now, you figured, you could at least try.

And all of this was ten times worst because… because—it hurt too much to think.

Your father would know what to do. He would have all the right answers, you knew he would. But he wasn’t here to tell you.

A knock echoes from the front door, startling you out of your thoughts as you jump, moving to sit up as you stare in the direction of your bedroom door and the stairs you can see through it. Who could possibly be at your front door right now?

When you don’t move, another knock follows and with a slight frown, you finally push yourself off of the bed and to your feet before making your way down the stairs. You stare at your front door for a moment longer, confused, before finally moving to unlock it, glancing over the edge of the door to see who it is.

Your eyes widen when you see it’s Eli, with a bouquet of flowers.

“Eli?”

“I know we’re fighting or… something, but I didn’t think you’d want to be alone today.”

Lips parting, there’s a flutter that resonates from your heart at Eli’s words; they’re said with a certain softness of hesitation, eyes flickering from meeting your own back to his own feet as he shuffles on your front porch. You feel your heart melt then and there, all anger or doubt you’d had previously disappearing in a single second.

Eli had been the one person you’d wanted to see and here he was.

“You remembered,” you mumbled, still stunned as you reached your hand out, taking the offered flowers that Eli eagerly gives to you. There's a beam of hope that floods his gaze as you take them, pressing them to your nose where you smell the sweet and natural scent of the assorted bouquet, before glancing up at Eli with warm cheeks.

“Of course,” Eli says with ease, without hesitation. “I wasn’t sure if I should come but I knew your mom still wasn’t home and it felt wrong not to come. I’d texted you but you, uh… weren’t answering them.”

Oh, you think guiltily, so he’d been the one texting. Biting your lip, you hug the flowers; “thank you, Eli.”

He smiles; “you’re welcome.”

There’s a moment more of silence before you snap out of your own thoughts, shuffling back to make room for Eli. “Here,” you offer, “come inside.”

Eli is quick to abide, shuffling into your house as you shut the door behind him. You smile at him, a little unsure, as you descend into the kitchen to grab a vase, filling it with water before delicately setting the flowers inside and leaving them to rest on the windowsill where a bit of sun shines on them.

“They’re beautiful,” you smile softly at Eli, “seriously, thank you.”

Eli shakes his head, brushing off your continued thanks; “it’s the least I could do… you know, as your boyfriend.” Then, his gaze shifts, standing an awkward distance away from you as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his joggers and glances at you warily. “If I still am?”

He asks it with a sense of doubt, obviously not sure where you both stand in regards to your relationship. Honestly, you know it’s a little wrong, but it’s a bit of a relief to you that Eli had been having similar concerns as you in regards to your relationship. It made you feel a little less silly knowing that Eli had also been unsure of whether the two of you were still dating or not.

And even more, it made you feel better that it seemed Eli still wanted to.

Letting the first real, genuine beaming smile curl onto your lips, you quickly cross the distance over to Eli, wrapping your arms around his shoulders eagerly. “Of course you are!”

Eli stumbles back at the sudden force, his hands quickly coming to grab you by the hips as he lets out a soft ‘oof’ at your sudden embrace. Still, there’s an eased grin that curls onto his lips all the same and he’s leaning into your hug with a certain fervour of passion.

When you pull back, just enough to meet his eyes, Eli’s laughing; “i’m glad,” he assures. “I felt bad after we fought and I wanted to turn back around instantly but I saw you with Robby and I wasn’t sure…”

“Oh,” you breathe, not having realized he’d seen that. “Robby… he, um… saw me crying after our… and was just making sure I was okay. He walked me home, but that was all.”

Something pained crosses Eli’s eyes but he doesn’t speak on it and the expression is gone as quickly as it came. You watch on in concern, but then he’s squeezing your hips and shaking his head, as if getting rid of the thought, before focusing back on you. “I really am sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” you exclaim, “I shouldn’t have made that comment about you and Cobra Kai…”

“Nah,” Eli brushes off with a shrug and a light chuckle. “You were right. I was a jerk, just like they are now. It’s not fair of me to act like I wasn’t.”

That wasn’t exactly the point you’d been trying to make, but, you figure, one step at a time. Besides, you were tired of fighting with Eli and you’d desperately missed him for the few days you hadn’t been speaking. You needed and wanted Eli, especially for today, so you decide to leave it for now.

“You know,” you speak up after a moment of silence, clasping your hands behind Eli’s neck as you pull him closer. “My uncle was the first person I told when we became friends.”

Eli blinks at you, surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you nod eagerly, “he was the closest thing to a father I had and at the end, it was usually just the two of us… He’d said he was proud of me.” Then, frowning, you meet Eli’s eyes. “I really wish you got to meet him.”

Eli’s face softens. “I wish I'd met him too.”

Lowering your gaze, you hesitate for a moment. “You think he’d still be proud of me?” The question comes pouring from your lips before you can stop yourself, but Eli’s always been good at bringing that vulnerable side of you out that no one else really ever saw. And, truthfully, you didn’t really mind if it was Eli. “I feel like I never know what I’m doing and so much is happening all the time. I mean, we’ll be done with high school soon and I don’t even know where I want to go for college. Not to mention this whole karate thing…”

Eli raises his hand, softly brushing a strand of hair that had fallen in your face in the midst of everything and therefore, pulls your gaze back on him. His gaze is soft, adoring as he glances down at you and there isn’t an ounce of hesitation or doubt as he says; “of course he’d be proud of you.”

Smiling, enough that your cheeks hurt from how wide, you lightly nudge Eli; “I’m glad you’re here. I didn’t want to spend his anniversary alone.”

Eli grins, ear to ear, and there’s a shared understanding between the two of you as he nods;

“I’m glad to be here too.”

“So… back at Miyagi-do, huh?”

Laughing, Robby shakes his head as he makes his way over to you, having just walked into the dojo. You knew that most of the people there might not be happy to see him back, at least not at first, so you figured that you’d be there to greet him so he didn’t feel so isolated and singled out.

“Yeah,” Robby breathes, coming to a stop in front of you, winking teasingly at you. “The place you’ve never left.”

You snort; “what can I say? I’m loyal.”

Robby rolls his eyes but the smile on his face is undeniable.

“How did… uh, everything with Miguel and your dad work out?” You ask after a moment, unable to help yourself. Ever since Robby had texted you letting you know, despite everything else, it’d been on your mind. There was a lot of bad history between Robby and Miguel, and you honestly had no idea if there ever wouldn’t be.

But… Robby was back in Miyagi-do and Miguel hadn’t seemed as angry about it as you’d expected.

So you hoped it went as well as it seemed it had.

“Went okay,” Robby shrugs, “as okay as it could’ve, I guess.”

“Seems better than okay,” you offer, hopeful. “I mean, you’re here and the two of you aren’t at each other’s throats. So… that’s a good step, right?”

Robby just snorts; “yeah.” And you beam, grin turning wider, until you notice Robby’s gaze over your shoulder and he adds; “but just because Miguel and I are okay, doesn’t mean others feel the same.”

Following his gaze, you freeze when you realize Robby is talking about Eli. He’s stood with Miguel and Demetri, but there’s a particularly nasty glare on Eli’s face as he glances your and Robby’s way. When he meets your eyes, the glare softens considerably, but there’s still an edge to his expression.

“No more deadly of a glare than Tory sends me,” you try to joke, turning back to Robby nervously. Robby just raises a brow, shaking his head as he crosses his arms over his chest and you sigh. “Look, don’t worry about Eli. He’s having a harder time seeing past what happened before the All Valley… you know, with his mohawk.”

Robby just lets his hands fall by his sides. “No worse than he’s done.”

“Robby.”

Robby’s eyes snap back to you at your sharp tone, wincing slightly at the look you send him.

“Okay, okay,” he huffs, “I’ll play nice.”

“Thank you,” you sigh, somewhat relieved. “We’re all on the same side now and Eli will calm down. I promise.”

“It might also help if he realizes I’m not trying to steal his girlfriend.”

Cheeks burning, you sputter, surprised by Robby’s comment as you turn to him with wide eyes. “B-But he knows you and Tory—I mean, you guys are dating. And we're friends. Just friends.”

Robby lets out a chuckle. “You said it yourself about Tory,” Robby shrugs. “Besides, I’m not so sure Hawk does know that.”

Your face falls in concern, mortified. “Robby—”

“Line up!”

A FEW MINUTES EARLIER:

“Look at them.”

“Hawk—”

“—When did they get so friendly!”

“Who?” Demetri asks, looking up from the stretching he’d been doing.

Eli just huffs, meeting his friends eyes briefly before nodding in the direction of you and Robby. “Them,” he says sourly, ignoring the look Miguel sends him. It wasn’t his fault. He’d tried to ignore it but it was impossible – he knew that you’ve told him many times that you and Robby were just friends but he hadn’t known you guys were that close. Walking you home? After Eli had made you cry? He couldn’t get it out of his head, a constant numbing thought that was irritating him and making him see things in a different light than was true.

And yes, it was his fault because he’d gotten so defensive and made you upset. But Eli had turned around to apologize and make up, only to see that Robby had already swooped in before he could.

And now? The two of you? You’d left Eli’s side the second you’d seen Robby making his way in, eagerly rushing over to the boy and you were all smiles and giggles as the two of you talked.

What was that about?

“Oh,” Demetri calls, “Y/N and Robby?” He asks to which Eli sharply nods.

“They’ve always been like that,” Demetri shrugs.

That catches Eli’s attention. His eyes finally leave you and Robby to turn and look at his friend, baffled; “what?”

Even Miguel looks a little surprised.

“Yeah,” Demetri nods, not seeing the problem. “Ever since she and I joined Miyagi-do. Or… I guess at first they hadn’t gotten along, but then suddenly, one day, something changed. I think it has to do with the whole parent thing… I know things are better between Robby and Sensei Lawrence now, but they get what it’s like to not really have a parent around.”

“Wait,” Miguel speaks up, before Eli can say anything. “Y/N lives on her own?”

Eli’s previous jealousy forgotten, he and Demetri glance at each other, unsure.

“Not completely,” Eli is the first to explain, voice hesitant with what to say and what not to say. Demetri didn’t even know everything either but Miguel even less it seemed, though Eli was sure you wouldn’t mind having Miguel know; even just a little. Like Demetri knew just a little. “Her dad… passed away when she was really young. And for a while her uncle helped raise her but then he passed away when we were in middle school. She still has her mom, but she leaves a lot for work. She’ll be gone for months at a time.”

“It was okay, you know, when her uncle was alive,” Demetri mumbles, glancing at you from across the dojo. “Because she had him. After he passed away, Y/N was home alone a lot. It’s been hard on her.”

“Oh,” Miguel mumbles, shoulders slumping. “I had no idea.”

“She doesn’t like talking about it,” Eli explains. “She doesn’t want people worrying about her.”

A somber air surrounds the three boys, neither of them sure what to say.

Demetri, as usual, is the first to break the ice. “I wouldn’t worry about Robby and Y/N, Eli.”

Eli turns to Demetri in surprise.

“They’re just friends,” he explains with a shrug, as if there was never any other explanation. “Besides, anyone who can see Y/N can see she only has eyes for you.”

Cheeks warming, Eli turns to Miguel, as if asking for his opinion; Miguel nods,

“Honestly bro,” Miguel laughs tentatively, trying to lighten the mood. “Y/N looks at you like you’re her whole world.”

Eli hesitates, doubting their words because of his own insecurity. Before he can help himself, his eyes naturally drift back towards you and Robby, only to pause when he sees you staring back at him. Eli freezes, panicking, as his eyes widen a fraction and he’s quick to soften his gaze, offering a nervous smile.

You just turn back to Robby, as if confused.

PRESENT TIME:

Jumping at Chozen’s suddenly booming voice, you don’t get to finish what he’d been about to say to Robby as Chozen calls everyone over to him. He shouts something in Japanese and you sigh, knowing that’s it, as you follow after Robby to make your way over. Eli quickly makes his way over to you, falling a stop next to you as he meets your eyes, sending a soft smile.

You’re quick to give him one in return, lightly nudging him with your elbow to assure him everything’s okay before turning your attention to Chozen.

“So,” Sam is the first to speak up, “where are my dad and Johnny?”

“Not here,” is all Chozen says in explanation. “Today, you train with me.” He follows by shouting something, again, in Japanese, that no one understands before sighing; “attention.” Instantly, everyone straightens out, your hands falling flat against your sides.

Again, he says something in Japanese and is met with confused gazes.

Huffing, Chozen shakes his head; “bow.”

Oh. Everyone quickly does.

“Cobra Kai gaining ground. We must prepare. Come.” Shuffling forward, Chozen moves to walk around the set up table with various things on it, and you meet Eli’s gaze curiously. “Now, we learn about Yanbaru Kuina.”

“What is that?” Chris asks, “like, some top-secret karate move? Like a throat rip?”

“No,” Chozen answers sharply, ignoring Chris’ poor imitation of having said throat ripped. “It is bird. In English called Okinawa rail. Endangered. Cannot fly.”

Demetri nods; “hence, endangered.”

Chozen grabs something off the ground, hidden behind a brown cloth, before peeling it away the second it’s set on the table. It’s eggs.

“So these are the real eggs?” Miguel asks, gesturing forward.

“No,” Chozen says, like it’s obvious. “Trader Joe’s. $3.29.” At the various looks he gets, Chozen just shakes his head, obviously annoyed; “take egg.”

Eli, Sam and Miguel step forward, grabbing a handful and passing them around; you smile when Eli hands you yours.

“So, what do we do with the eggs?”

“Yanbaru Kuina must protect egg,” Chozen answers. “From Kume Shima habu. Poison snake. You must do same.” He takes the hourglass off the table and turns it upside down. “Begin your preparation.”

“What are we protecting them from?” Robby asks.

“From me.”

You give yourself credit for lasting longer than Eli and Robby, but ultimately, your plan to protect your egg fails all the same.

You wince as Chozen cracks your egg, staring down at the broken yolk sadly before meeting his gaze. He simply just grunts at you before moving on, and with a sigh, you make your way over to the sparing deck where everyone else has lined up. You pause, however, when you notice Eli and Robby standing next to each other.

That cannot be good.

You finish making your way over with a certain hesitance, eyeing the both of them warily, before coming to a stop next to Eli. You smile at him warmly, before letting your eyes flicker from him to Robby and back.

“Everything okay?” You ask, tentatively.

Robby and Eli glance at each other, hesitating.

“These two?” Demetri calls out, answering you when neither Robby or Eli say anything. “Fighting like usual. Not focusing on the bigger picture,” he complains, “like, for example, the crazy guy taking us all out one by one!”

You ignore Demetri’s ramble, turning back to your boyfriend and friend; “oh.”

“No,” Eli is the first to speak up, sighing. “We’re fine. I guess.”

Your eyes widen, straightening out with hope.

“We’re good,” Robby assures, shrugging. Then he pauses, eyeing you and then Eli, before adding; “and just to be clear, Y/N and I are just friends. I don’t like her in that way. She’s great, of course,” he smiles at you, “but I like someone else.”

You freeze at that, eyeing Eli cautiously.

“Cool,” Eli says eventually, his voice even–cautious. “I knew that.”

Yeah, right, you think to yourself as you roll your eyes at Eli’s ‘cool-guy’ attitude, that’s why you spent the entire day glaring at Robby. It was endearing, though, and clearly nothing was meant from it.

Robby nods, holding back a chuckle; “just wanted to make sure.”

You watch as the two of them glance at each other one more time, just staring, before the corner of Robby’s lips twitch and then he’s grinning and to your surprise, Eli is mimicking his grin and suddenly all the tension just fizzles away.

“I will never understand boys,” you huff, bewildered by what had just happened.

Eli and Robby both look your way before bursting out into laughter, and your cheeks warm, slightly embarrassed, but still unable to fight the smile that curls onto your lips all the same.

“Now that that’s done, can we please focus on what’s happening?” Demetri calls, gesturing in front of himself wildly.

You blink, “who’s even left?”

Frowning, you watch as Chozen cracks an egg and starts frying onto the portable heater and pan – right in front of you.

“You are not good Yanbaru Kuina.”

Dejected, you lower your gaze.

“Snakes will take you down,” Chozen sighs. “One by one. I have tried to tell you what you must do. But you do not listen. You must learn to adapt. Or soon, you will be extinct.” A little morbid, but you couldn’t argue against his point. “Take new eggs. Try again.”

Slowly, you all grab a new egg.

“Sensei Toguchi’s real cryptic, like Mr. Larusso,” Demetri thinks aloud, you and the rest circling around each other. “But aggressive like Sensei Lawrence.”

Chris nods; “it’s like the hardest part of both styles.”

“Definitely,” you huff, “it’s scary.”

Mitch just huffs, shuffling back; “can’t wait to get our asses kicked again.”

You turn too, following Eli, Robby and Miguel, before Anthony calls out, halting you;

“Uh, no. No, um….” Curious, you glance back, watching as he tries to find the words. “G-Guys, uh, wait. He said that the snakes will take us down one by one. Right? Just like he took us down one by one, but… but what if we weren’t a bunch of ones? Like, what if we were…”

“Together,” Sam agrees.

“Exactly!” Anthony exclaims, nodding at his sister. “Like, um, a raiding party in Dungeon Lords.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Demetri calls, “even if you’re a level eighty-five, you can’t mount an attack on the grand realm alone.”

Eli nods at Demetri, “exactly. You need a team. And everybody has a special role.”

Grinning, you laugh in hurrah. “By working together!”

Anthony grins, nodding.

“It’s the only way we win. As one.”

You walk home with a certain pep in your step, practically skipping.

The three boys walking with you watch with varying grins.

“This is amazing,” you gush, turning to the three of them and grinning from ear to ear.

Miguel snorts; “you’re way too excited,” he brushes off but his words still come out fond. He meets your eyes with a gentle smile and gestures to Eli and Robby beside him. “We just became friends.”

You snort, shaking your head. Figures they wouldn’t understand.

“It’s much more than that,” you correct, “the three of you have been in some mini-war since this all began.”

At that, Miguel, Robby and Eli glance at each other.

“Miguel and I have always been friends,” Eli reminds, jutting his thumb at Miguel before pointing back at himself.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah but now Robby’s here!”

At the sudden attention pulled on him, Robby flushes, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.

“I have been waiting for this day for a long time,” you explain, sending them a look. They all just laugh, shaking their heads and you fall back into place beside Eli, slipping your hand into his. “Now all that’s left to do is make Sam and Tory be friends and everything will be good.”

There’s a pause that follows that – you’re blissfully unaware.

“Y/N,” Robby calls, somewhat hesitantly. “I feel like that might be harder to do.”

“More like impossible,” Eli snorts, pulling your eyes on him in confusion. “Those two hate each other.”

“I feel like that’s somehow putting it lightly,” Miguel sighs, obviously distressed by his ex-girlfriend and… well, ex-girlfriends hatred for each other. “I don’t think they’ve ever been in the same room without fighting.”

Robby nods, solemnly, and Eli just shakes his head.

You stare at them.

“What?” Eli asks, confused.

“That was literally you two,” you point at Eli and Miguel, “with him,” you shift to Robby, “not a week ago. Especially you two,” you single out Miguel and Robby. “Unless you guys have forgotten,” you snort, raising a challenging brow their way. “I’m sure we can get Sam and Tory to see past their differences.”

It’s clear by the way all three of them look at each other, they’re doubtful.

“Well,” you brush their doubts away, “I'm determined to make them be friends.”

#cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #ck #ck x reader #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz imagine #hawk #hawk x reader #cobra kai hawk #jacob bertrand #robby keene #robby keene x reader

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happilychee · 1 year ago

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fairy tail dragon slayer headcanons pt. 1

♡ what the first gen and second gen dragon slayers eat is pretty self-explanatory. all of their elements are... somewhat tangible. sting and rogue though? they're still figuring it out. rogue wonders if he can eat someone else's shadow, and sting immediately volunteers himself. "for science!" he says. the result is that sting almost passes out. oops. he insists they try on their friends, much to rogue's displeasure. the results are that sting is the most susceptible, then yukino, rufus, orga, and minerva is the least susceptible to magic drainage. sting insists rogue tries to eat an inanimate object's shadow, and nothing happens to it, so they decide that's the way to go.

♡ when wendy eats air, the oxygen levels thin. she has to be careful or she'll cause her allies and enemies alike to pass out. when sting eats light, the area gets darker and darker. this is great for rogue, who starts eating the shadows, and they manage to balance each other out.

♡ sting insists that different types of light taste differently. his favorite is light from golden hour, right when the sun is dipping below the horizon. moonlight will do in a pinch, but it's so diluted that it takes way more of it to recover sting's magic. he also gets sick if he eats too much moonlight.

♡ pantherlily already has transformation magic and enhanced strength, and carla learns to transform so she can help wendy fight. the other three exceeds feel... a little left out. happy learns how to fly faster and for longer (though he still complains about lucy being heavy). lector goes to porlyusica and wendy to learn some stamina regeneration spells for sting. everyone is surprised when frosch, completely on their own, manages to learn an adorable light spell that creates floating pink bubbles. rogue can consume the shadows from them without worrying about draining frosch's magic, and he spends the entire afternoon crying about it.

♡ dragon slayers are a bit like crows. their way of bonding with someone is through gifting trinkets. natsu will bring lucy, erza, and even gray pretty rocks or seashells that he's found on jobs. wendy picks up a new craft or hobby every week, so the members of fairy tail are constantly recieving handmade accessories from her (gajeel helps during the metalsmithing phase). gajeel does not buy cute things for people. he is like a dad in the fact that, when juvia mentions she wants watermelon, he buys her 20 watermelons. walking math problem fr.

♡ laxus has mixed feelings about his more draconic features and habits. he's never loved his magic because of the way he got it, and the memory of his father basically torturing him as he inserted the lacrima will stay with him forever. he tends to suppress dragon instincts more than anyone else in the group, and they all scold him for it. on a rare occasion, laxus will give in and buy something shiny (like a hairclip) for wendy. she has a little jewelry box for them that she guards fiercely.

♡ cobra considers himself more of a flying snake than a dragon. he once drew a picture that sent everyone into a laughing fit. he prefers to stick with the old oración seis crew, but the guild dragon slayers are always happy to see him when he stops by with crime sorcière.

♡ sting, because of his heightened senses and his affinity for light, prefers nighttime. the day can often be overwhelming, and overexposure to bright settings and lots of people leaves his skin buzzing. he likes to sit in the dim guild hall, leaning against the cool stone wall, as the chatter of the crowd quiets down with the setting sun.

♡ dragon slayers all have the Bite instinct. some exercise a degree of control about it, and others go crazy with it. wendy will very gently nibble on erza or mira's arm when she's in the mood, and sometimes she does it absentmindedly. natsu, on the other hand, is an absolute menace. multiple of erza's armor sets have natsu-shaped bite marks on them. he tends to go after her the most because he knows he won't hurt her with the armor. when natsu's more calmed down, he will chomp on lucy's shoulder. gajaeel copes by eating all of fairy tail's silverware (mira starts buying ceramic spoons), but when levy offers her wrist to him he can't help it.

♡ rogue is another one who doesn't really bite people. he, very rarely, nips at frosch's ears, which causes the exceed to giggle. sting is a Biter like natsu, but with slightly more decorum. he really wants to go at it but will restrain himself because most people aren't willing to be treated like a chew toy. luckily for him, gray and cana aren't most people! because they both wear pretty exposing clothing, gray and cana have no qualms about showing off sting's bite marks on their skin. sting always turns bright red when they tease him about it.

♡ laxus and cobra don't really feel the Bite instinct due to being second gen, but cobra is a little shit and bites people for the fun of it. laxus is completely unbothered when natsu clings to him like a koala and gnaws at him.

#lychee writes #gray and cana are best friends with sting. loke too. this is canon mashima told me #minerva taught frosch the spell btw but she'll take that secret to her grave #genuinely how does one eat light or shadow though #I can't even visualize it😭#fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #natsu dragneel #wendy marvell #gajeel redfox #laxus dreyar #sting eucliffe #rogue cheney #cobra #sabertooth #dragon slayer #gajevy #if u squint

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extinctlesspains · 8 days ago

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can we get some Christmas kwon fics??

𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑜𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑝: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

»»——⍟——««

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑗𝑜’𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦. 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑜𝑒. 𝐵𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡, 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔!!

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The dojo was abuzz with holiday spirit as the teams came together to decorate for the annual Christmas party. The rivalry between Cobra Kai and Miyagi-Do had been set aside for the season, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t tension. You glanced across the room at Kwon , who was meticulously untangling a strand of Christmas lights with an almost comical level of intensity.

“He always takes things so seriously,” you muttered under your breath, trying to hide a smile.

Tory nudged you with her elbow, smirking knowingly. “What, still pretending you don’t have a thing for him?”

“I don’t!” you hissed, cheeks heating up. “We’re just… teammates.”

Tory snorted. “Sure. Just teammates who can’t stop staring at each other.”

You rolled your eyes and focused on your own task: hanging garlands along the walls. Despite your protests, you couldn’t help but sneak another glance at Kwon. He looked so out of place amidst the festive chaos, his usual stern demeanor clashing with the twinkling lights and cheerful music.

“Y/n, can you help me with this?” His deep voice startled you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, uh, sure!” You hurried over to him, your heart racing as he held out the tangled mess of lights.

“These are impossible,” he muttered, a rare hint of frustration in his tone.

You laughed softly. “You just need to be patient. Here, let me show you.” Your hands brushed his as you took the lights, and you felt a spark that made your breath catch.

Kwon didn’t pull away, but he didn’t say anything either. He just watched you intently, his dark eyes unreadable.

“You’re good at this,” he said after a moment, his voice softer than usual.

“It’s just untangling lights,” you teased, trying to ignore the way his gaze made your cheeks burn.

“No,” he said quietly. “I mean… you’re good at making things easier.”

You blinked up at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his words. Before you could respond, Tory called out, “Hey, lovebirds! Stop flirting and get back to work!”

“We’re not—” you started, but she just laughed and walked away. Kwon cleared his throat, looking as flustered as you felt.

“Let’s just hang these up,” he mumbled, turning toward the nearest wall.

The two of you worked in silence, but the tension lingered, thick and unspoken. When you finished, you stepped back to admire your work, only to realize you were standing directly beneath a sprig of mistletoe.

“Oh no,” you whispered.

“What?” Kwon followed your gaze, his eyes widening as he spotted the offending greenery. “Is that… mistletoe?”

“Y-yeah.” You laughed nervously, taking a step back, but Kwon stayed rooted in place, his expression unreadable.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The sounds of laughter and holiday music faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble.

“You know the tradition, right?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Your heart skipped a beat. Was he… joking? Kwon Jae-sung, the stoic, no-nonsense fighter, actually teasing you?

“Yeah, but we don’t have to—”

Before you could finish, Kwon took a step closer, his intense gaze locking onto yours. “Maybe we should.”

Your breath caught as he leaned in, his hand brushing against yours. The world seemed to slow down as his lips hovered just a breath away from yours.

But then, at the last second, he hesitated. “Unless you don’t want to,” he murmured, his usual confidence faltering.

“I…” You swallowed hard, your heart pounding. “I do.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Kwon closed the gap, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both gentle and electrifying. You felt his hands settle on your waist, pulling you closer as the rest of the world faded away.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless. Kwon’s cheeks were flushed, and for the first time, you saw a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

“That was…” he started, but then Tory’s voice cut through the moment.

“About time!” she called, grinning from across the room.

You groaned, burying your face in Kwon’s chest as he let out a rare laugh.

“Guess we’re not hiding this anymore,” he said, his tone surprisingly light.

“Guess not,” you muttered, but you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face.

#cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #karate kid #karatekidxreader #kwon cobra kai #kwon jae sung #kwon jae sung x reader #kwon #ck kwon jaesung #ck kwon #ckxreader #ck #christmas #christmas fic #ck fanfic

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gingermintpepper · 3 months ago

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"…Do you like snakes?" The question is innocent, natural. It sprouts up from the well of Ares' mind and passes through his lips like pollen on a careless breeze. Apollo isn't angry at it. He isn't even a bit surprised. It doesn't stop his instinctual flinch, doesn't stop that phantom scent of venom and stale blood from clogging up his nose. "I'm actually rather afraid of them." Ares looks up from where he's beating his brush into the marble, his frown more a pout as he glares at Apollo, "I thought you couldn't lie? Everyone knows you're not afraid of snakes." He sniffs, annoyed and testy, bangs his brush against the marble again ruining its sable brush-hairs for good this time, "You don't have to make up nonsense to try and make me feel better." Apollo very patiently does not bang Ares' head into the marble for destroying one of his most precious paintbrushes. As a child who has not yet partaken in the hunt, he knows not the skill it takes to capture a mink, nor the labour that goes into plucking their hairs, nor the artistry that comes from binding those fine hairs to a suitable piece of etched birch. Instead, he dips his own paintbrush in the setting salve and pointedly paints in large, obvious and even strokes, "It's not nonsense. I do not like snakes." "But you killed Python." Ares digs into the salve and spills thick globs of it about the floor like a boar at the trough. Apollo graciously notes that next time, he'll endeavour to put old linens down so as to skip the hard work of scraping sealant off his tiles. "You weren't afraid then. You bathed in her blood. You enjoyed it. I felt it."

"Yes," the wet squelch of the salve is as bubbling blood in his ear. He'd shot her full of arrows then flayed her open on their points. Black from head to toe, that's how he'd returned. His hair dark with her venom, his skin soaked in her guts. His smile black with her death. "I suppose I did enjoy it." Apollo puts his paintbrush down, takes a step back to gauge the breadth of work that remains before them. "I do not think I'd enjoy such a thing now." Ares' eyes are hot on his cheek. He's rolling Apollo's words around in his head, contemplating them with a graveness he rarely lets the others observe. Apollo just wishes his gaze wasn't so probing, so snake-like in its intent. Almost predatory. "You can't change what you were born to be, Phoebus. None of us can." "On the contrary," he meets Ares' dark stare - viper versus cobra, two snakes in their little circular pot, "I have it on good authority that change is necessary for living."

#ginger writes #Yay yippee more Apollo + Ares writing #They were painting a mural btw - or well Apollo was painting a mural Ares was having fun #More stuff from the two of them as young gods - discussions like this were pretty common between the two of them #It's posturing but also not - Apollo has a lot of very strange ideas as an immortal due to the amount of time he spent among humans #while Ares only know the traditions of the gods born and reared on Olympus all their lives #It leads to them having a lot of soft conflicts and exchanges in ideas like this while they test their boundaries and gauge their opinions #It's quite a lot of fun writing interactions for them like this #apollo #ares #python #greek mythology #greek myth writing #pursuing daybreak posting

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satanstruemistress · 1 month ago

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I want Swerve to win but I think Cobra Bubbles will

#aew #swerve strickland #bobby lashley #that’s no disrespect #he’s just big bald and wears sunglasses #cobra bubbles was hot

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justhereforthecupcakes · 6 days ago

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I need Wolf intimidating/flirting with Daniel and getting into his personal bubble, and Daniel being oblivious and not batting an eye because he’s used to that with Terry… and Johnny… and Chozen…

Daniel doesn’t think anything of it, insane karate villains do this with everybody, right?

Must be a Cobra Kai thing 🤷🏻

“They always do this, it doesn’t mean anything”

Ironically the only one who’s ever been normal about him is Mike Barnes 😂. Psychotic and scary… but normal.

#cobra kai #daniel larusso #the karate kid #terry silver #ck #johnny lawrence #cobra kai season six #sensei wolf #chozen toguchi #mike barnes #dlds #daniel larusso derangement syndrome

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blainesebastian · 4 months ago

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you and me

word count: 4,297 pairing: robby keene x tory nichols rating: R (for triggers such as death of a parent) summary: 6x05 fix it fic. i'm sorry but i find it so hard to believe that robby does not go after tory to check on her when everyone learns about her mother. writers please, what are we doing??? notes: spoilers, obviously, for season 6. some dialogue taken directly from the show *u*

At this point in his life, Robby has gotten a pretty good sense of feeling when the other shoe is gonna drop. He’s used to disappointment, defeat, wears it like a second skin, so familiar to the sensations that he molds it to his skin, wields it like a mask so that when those feelings hit, he can convince everyone that he knows how to deal with it. He’s had plenty of practice.

His mom, his dad, Mr. LaRusso, Sam, Kenny.

While learning and mastering karate has been all about balance for him, about not feeding kindling to emotions like anger, it’s also been about acceptance. About factors, emotions and people he can’t control. Acceptance for himself, so that things in his life don’t live in those eras of disappointment and defeat.

He tries his best not to allow old patterns to drown him.

The other shoe might drop, but that doesn’t mean he has to be defined by it.

Robby knows better than anyone that just because you leave Cobra Kai doesn’t always mean it leaves you. There’s this wild look in the depths of his eyes sometimes that he recognizes when he looks in the mirror. Sometimes he convinces himself it’s a trick of the light, gone before he even pins it down.

There’s only a handful of people he thinks will understand that, just the nature of the beast. When you become a monster, it stays with you, lives inside of you, sometimes not as dormant as you want it to be. Just because he’s back at Miyagi-do doesn’t mean that he still doesn’t hear a snake hissing in his ear, a death rattle under his skin.

Sometimes he itches to strike first.

Nowhere does he see that same instinct like he does in Tory’s eyes.

He recognizes it like the back of his hand, it bubbles to the surface sometimes right before she throws a punch, right before she starts an argument (or finishes one).

It’s dangerous and vicious and above all, Robby knows, seductive.

There is nothing quite like the power that slithers through your veins when you embrace Cobra Kai’s model. When you live and breathe the motto. They may have taken the head off the snake, but if he’s learned anything? Cobra Kai is a living and breathing entity—through him. Tory. His dad. Hawk. Kenny. The people’s lives its touched and ruined. No matter how hard it’s buried, sometimes it comes back.

He can feel it grip the bottom of his ribcage when he thinks about second place. When he thinks about losing to Miguel to be team captain.

It’s why he’s working so hard on that acceptance part. That if he does lose, no matter how badly he wants it, he’ll swallow down the urge to do something reckless.

Which is part of the reason he almost amends to Tory what he said earlier—that even though it would be nice to be on that podium together? In front of everyone in the world to see? It doesn’t really matter to him…as long as they’re together.

Let's make a deal, no matter what, we stick together—just you and me.

Robby may not know how to wade through much as he figures out where he fits all over again, but he knows something inside of him recognizes something inside Tory. They see one another, have always seen one another, and he sometimes wonders if that’s the only thing in his life that’s real.

He hasn’t been able to get ahold of Tory for almost a full day and it’s at the end of school, while waiting in a park to train with her, that he really starts to worry. Calls, texts, doesn’t matter—they all go unanswered. He knows sometimes that she has her own way of doing things, of preparing, of getting in her head in order to get shit done…but with what she told him about Kreese showing up out of nowhere?

He's worried something has happened to her. He really wouldn’t put it past their old sensei to play dirty, to do something drastic. Has she been taken? Is she hurt? His blood starts to boil under his skin and echo in heartbeats in his ears as he thinks about that night they took Cobra Kai down, at seeing her hand all mangled from an ‘accident while training’.

And while he knows Kreese wasn’t directly involved with that, it’s all the same bullshit. No mercy.

He lets out a breath as her phone goes to voicemail, again.

“Hey, it’s me,” He lets out a long breath through his nose, “I dunno what’s goin’ on, but you’re worrying me.” Robby runs a hand through his hair, “I dunno whether it’s Kreese or something else but…you’re not alone. You and me, remember? Just let me know you’re okay.”

He waits like she might actually answer him before he hangs up, squeezing the phone a bit too tonight.

Robby tells himself that it’s fine, that he doesn’t have to wind himself up for no reason. She’s probably just doing her own thing, training, that she’ll call later with an apology and a request to meet up for midnight milkshakes—something that’s become quite a thing for them.

That he’ll see her tomorrow for the captain competition with a smirk on her full lips and a kiss good luck.

Except she doesn’t show up.

And he’s currently getting his ass handed to him because he’s distracted, glancing at the crowd like he might see her.

Robby never knew how much strength he drew from her, how much he depended on seeing her on his side, how much he ached for her nods of encouragement and cheers of excitement. He knows that the four of them are all on the same page again, all working towards the same goal, that there’s no bad blood or ill wishing.

But he’s also not blind to the fact that Sam is very much in Miguel’s corner, just as much as Robby is in Tory’s and vice versa.

He wants to be angry at her for not being here, for ignoring him, and the black shadow of a snake inside of him wants to use that anger behind his punches and barrel into Miguel with brute force and wild, wide strokes.

But deep down, he knows how much of that will be a mistake. Regardless that he’s fucking losing.

The other shoe drops that…it’s not actually anger anyways, but deep-seeded concern—that there’s a reason she’s not here. That something happened. That something is very, very wrong. And that entire emotion wells up inside his chest like the crashing wave of an ocean. It’s all he can think about, his body shaking as he pulls himself up from the mat.

Diaz, 2 points.

Robby drags his hands through his hair and glances towards the crowd, his gaze drawn to movement in the back of the dojo. Tory’s here. He draws in a sharp breath, lungs expanding, probably foolish to admit that it feels like he can actually breathe now. She’s here, she’s okay—and the thoughts of second place are brushed away with a breeze through the backyard and replaced with a singular phrase—

You and me.

The calm he feels is so stark to the panic before that he nearly smiles when Miguel throws his next kick and he blocks it effortlessly. The dance of their fighting moves is like liquid heat, something that kisses his bones and sings in his blood. The score is evened up, it’s anyone’s win.

And by anyone, he means it’s his.

Robby knows almost instantly, before he even squares off with Miguel, that he’s going to win. One look at Tory, one nod from her, and his heart slams into his ribcage.

He’s going to win, there’s no other option.

And he does.

Point. Winner.

He’s almost in a daze for a moment afterwards, he fucking won—the smile pulling his lips almost cracking his face in two.

When Robby makes it down to Tory, he can’t stop himself from reaching for her hand, their fingers interlacing as if it’s always been that way.

“Sorry I was late.” She says and Robby takes one look at her face, her eyes, before it stops him dead in his tracks.

“You came just in time,” He replies but the words aren’t registering, because he was right. Something is wrong.

It’s in the way she’s holding herself, her shoulders slipping forward, it’s in the wildness of her hair and the trembling of her fingers, it’s in the gaze that won’t look at him, eyes wide and glassy.

He knows what he’d see if her eyes met his. It’s the same look he’s seen in his own eyes in the mirror.

“Hey,” Robby says gently, moving to clasp her chin between his fingers, to force her to look at him, “What’s wrong?”

But Tory jerks back from his touch as if she’s been burned, as if she’s finally registered what he’s said. His hand drops but it doesn’t stop him from reaching for her, that same gnawing pit in his stomach beginning all over again at that look in her eyes.

“Tory,” Robby tries but she’s pulling away from him the moment his dad says LaRusso, Nichols to get up on the mat.

His mouth hangs open with unsaid words, his fingers itching to pull her down, away, to talk to him even though she’d throw fists at him the entire way.

Something catches in his chest as the fight begins and it only adds to the aching pit in his stomach that something is very wrong. Robby has watched Tory fight and train countless times, she keeps her body tight and her movements fluid, powerful punches and debilitating kicks.

But there’s too much emotion behind her draws, her footwork is messy, her arms are too wide and wild.

Her eyes are completely feral.

“Dad,” He calls out, tries to get his attention, to get them to stop, but it’s spiraling too fast, Tory advancing on Sam with her fist raised—

Until Mr. LaRusso catches her hand.

Robby lets out a haggard breath, his eyes fluttering to his sensei that he didn’t even see move up onto the mat because he couldn’t take his gaze off his girlfriend.

“The fight’s over.” He says, dropping Tory’s hand and Robby feels himself take an instinctive step towards the mat, the reckless look in her eyes nearly taking over her entire body.

“That’s not fair! That could have been a point.”

He’s not sure whether Mr. LaRusso heard him trying to call out to his dad to intervene or whether something is actually going on—there’s this expression on his sensei’s face, the same one mirrored on his wife, who’s gripping her phone so tight that her knuckles are turning white.

Robby opens his mouth to say something, to ask questions, to try and get Tory’s attention—when his girlfriend suddenly explodes when the arguing continues about her getting a fair fight.

“Because my mother died!”

He stares at her, the dojo slipping into an eerie silence, and he can feel the color draining from his face as all the pieces he was sifting through slip into place.

Holy fuck. Has she been dealing with this this entire time? Why didn’t she call him? Why didn’t she pick up his calls? Robby’s heart clenches in his chest as Tory tries to argue for her chance at this fight, the one she wants to have right the hell now, that she’s not backing down from.

The anguish is so potent he nearly chokes on it, taking a step towards her as she begins to spiral, as she realizes that she will not get what she wants here. He pushes himself up onto the mat, his hands up and in front of him, wanting to touch her but not wanting to spook her any further.

He realizes now how much she feels like a wounded animal, capable of striking out, striking first, baring her teeth. “My mom, she would have wanted this. If I don’t fight—I have to do this, I have to do this for her.”

“Tory, let’s just take a second and breathe—”

“No, Robby, no.” She chokes out.

Tory pushes everyone away, pushes him away and he can see the moment Kreese’s ugly words rear their head, spilling out of her mouth, tossing them into Mrs. LaRusso’s face about her beating her daughter, about how she’d never be first choice when it really mattered.

Second place, second place, second, second—

Robby swallows over a lump in his throat, his hands reaching for her even though she pulls away from his grasp, “Don’t touch me,” She snaps, “You want this fight to be over? Fine! It’s over.” She jumps off the mat, making a b-line for the parking lot.

“Tory, where are you going—” He calls out, her voice edging on the end of his sentence, screaming finality—I’m done.

Robby tails after her so fast that he nearly knocks Hawk over as he spills through the other members of Miyagi-do, not caring about who gets stuck in the crossfire.

“Tory!” He yells, hoping to catch up with her, praying she didn’t manage to somehow leave within those milliseconds she got away from him. He’s also praying that no one is following him, he needs to talk with her alone.

“Tory—” Robby just gets her name out of his mouth as he turns the corner before her fist is flying at his head. He ducks, barely, shifting to the right to avoid another toss of her wrist that he knows is coming.

“Leave me alone,” She spits at him, eyes like liquid fire, tears brimming the edges of her long lashes. “Go back in there, Robby.”

“No,” He says automatically, his voice calm despite the hammering in his chest. He takes a fighting stance, bringing his arms up. “Not without you.”

Robby doesn’t want to fight her but he has a feeling she’s not going to talk to him either. The last thing he’s about to let her do is leave, not how she is right now, not like this. He knows she’s not the first person to open up to someone else, no matter how close they are, but he’s not going to let her go through this alone. He doesn’t care if he has to force his way into her space, to somehow convince her that he’s not going anywhere.

She snaps another punch but it’s sloppy, he gently deflects by pushing her arm in the other direction. “You think I need you?” Tory bites, angry, so angry he feels like he can see steam coming from her ears.

But he takes none of it personally, he knows he’s not the one she’s really mad at. She can throw whatever she wants at him, he can take it.

“You want to fight someone? Fine—fight me. I know you pretend you don’t need anyone,” He tells her, blocking another hit. He’s not going to throw his own punches, just deflect hers. He dances with her in this circle, keeping his body loose, his hands low so he doesn’t do something reactive.

That seems to piss her right off, she throws a kick this time and it lands to his chest. He loses his balance for a moment, backing up into one of the old-fashioned cars Mr. LaRusso keeps outside the dojo, nearly stumbling to avoid another hit that she goes for. He ducks, reflexes fast, and her fist connects with the car window. It doesn’t break, but he hears a crack in the glass, the blood coming away on her knuckles.

She doesn’t even register the pain.

“I know because I’ve been there. I used to do the same thing. But it’s okay to need someone Tory. I’m not going anywhere.” Robby backs up, trying to give her space to move, but she’s coming at him quick—too quick, too feral, looking to hurt as she’s hurting.

He’s distracted for one moment, someone else coming out from the dojo—maybe Sam? Saying his name. Tory cracks her fist along the bottom half of his face, snapping his head to the side. He can feel the moment his teeth split open his lower lip.

And then something happens.

Robby isn’t sure what it is—whether it’s the step he stumbled back from her or the blood he wipes from his lip, but something breaks the spell holding onto Tory. She stares at him, at the cut on his lower lip, with wide, wet eyes, her fingers uncoiling from fists and dropping to her sides.

“I’m sorry,” She says in a whoosh of air, her breathing too fast.

Robby stands up straight, his arms falling as he shakes his head. “It’s okay.”

He barely gets the words out because Tory is also shaking her head, tears spilling down her cheeks, a ghostly look on her face as if she’s realized what she’s done, who she’s hurt. “I’m sorry,” She repeats, over and over, her words beginning to hiccup as she squeezes her eyes shut and tries to turn away from him.

“Hey, hey,” Robby’s voice is calm as he reaches for her, not accepting the space she’s trying to put between them. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest until she relents. He feels the moment she does, a sob slipping from her lips and practically vibrating his entire body.

He closes his eyes, burying his face in her hair, drawing one hand up to rest on the back of her head as the other smooths wide circles along her spine. When her knees give out, he gently brings them to the ground, keeping her close, pressing a long kiss to her temple as she cries.

She’s been holding this in for a while and he doesn’t try to talk, there’s nothing he can say—he just wants her to feel whatever she needs to. Tory keeps her face hidden in his shoulder, her hands gathering up the fabric of his Gi between her fingers, anchoring herself to him.

Robby glances over his shoulder, glad that the voice of the person that called out to him from the dojo is no longer there. The last thing he wants is for there to be an audience.

He draws in a short breath, threading his fingers through her hair until she pulls back to look up at him. Robby gives her the faintest smile, cupping her cheek, thumbing away a tear track.

“I’m gonna take you home.” He says softly, relieved when she doesn’t put up a fight.

Tory sniffles and nods, seeming utterly exhausted now that the adrenaline has disappeared. Her forehead droops to his shoulder and he squeezes his arms a bit tighter around her.

He meant what he said—he’s not going anywhere.

The apartment is unnervingly quiet when they get there. Robby’s changed out of his Gi back at the dojo and he tries to convince Tory to take a shower to soothe her muscles, to unknot some of the tension in her spine, but she outright ignores him. Instead, she makes a b-line for her bedroom to change her clothes and Robby sighs, running a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He's already decided that he’s spending the night here (whether she likes it or not). While he does not understand the pain of losing a parent (even though he can empathize with loss where parents are concerned in a small way), he knows that Tory is walking a very narrow emotional tightrope. He’s not going to leave her side until she’s…functioning better than he saw her today.

Until that look disappears from her eyes.

Robby opens up a few cabinets in the kitchen and checks the fridge for food, texting his dad and Mr. LaRusso so that they know he’s here, that as of right now Tory is okay, or at the very least as okay as she can be. He slips his phone into his back pocket, turning as he hears her come down the hall.

She’s changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt he is ninety-five percent is his and that almost draws a small smile to tug onto his lips. She’s run a brush through her hair, washed her face, color kissing her cheeks pink. He’s never seen her look so small in all the time he’s known her and his fingers itch to gather her in his arms once again.

Tory looks up at him, swallows, “You don’t have to stay.”

Well that’s not going to happen. “You have a first-aid kit?”

She stares at him for a long moment, seeming to understand that he will fight her on this if he has to, even though he doesn’t want to. Her gaze flickers to his mouth before she pulls out the first-aid kit from under the kitchen sink and then reaches into her freezer for a frozen bag of peas.

Wrapping the bag in a washcloth, she turns to look at him, her hand tentatively reaching out to touch his cheek. He can see the remorse all over her face but Robby gently catches her wrist, squeezing the fingers of her uninjured hand,

“Don’t worry about it,” He tells her, “I’m okay. You’ve hit me harder than this before.”

That earns him a ghost of a smile and Robby smiles back, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “Go sit on the couch, I’m gonna check out your hand.”

Tory turns and does as he asks and it’s like the fight has melted right out of her, pressing her into the corner of the couch. He knows that it won’t always be like this, that the rough emotions will come and go like waves. But it’s important that she feels every single one of them and then lets them go.

Whether she knows it or not, Tory has a support system that can help her do that.

Robby opens a drawer for another washcloth, wetting it with warm water and brings the first-aid kit with him to the coffee table in front of the couch. He sits down on the edge of it, his knees bumping into hers as he reaches for her injured hand.

There’s so much he wants to say to her, words hiding underneath his tongue, and yet he doesn’t know how to say any of it. He wants to ask her why she didn’t call him, why she thought she had to go through this alone, but it doesn’t feel right for him to say it. At least not right now. The last thing he wants is for her to feel like he’s attacking her.

Robby just…he cares about her so much and it kills him to think about her in pain, shouldering all of this.

He brushes his thumbs over her knuckles, wincing just a little at the angry redness of them. Only a few cuts that aren’t even bleeding now, no glass anywhere in sight. He figured it wouldn’t be too bad but…

He gently begins cleaning her hand with the wet washcloth, ridding her skin of the dried blood. Robby knows that this is the last thing they should talk about but he also knows how Tory’s mind works, what’s plaguing her thoughts since they left Miyagi-do.

“We can talk to our senseis, reschedule that fight with Sam when you’re ready.”

Tory swallows, shaking her head, her voice is a bit hoarse, “They’ll never let me do that, not after what happened.”

Robby’s eyebrows draw together in slight concentration, “They’ll give you another shot, Tor, you deserve another shot.” He sets the washcloth down and opens up the first-aid box, resting their hands on his leg as he digs through for antiseptic. He tears open the small wipe with his teeth, a soft apology leaving his lips because he knows this will sting.

She winces when he begins cleaning her cuts, padding them dry with a cotton swab. Nothing is split open, so she doesn’t need band-aids but…he does gently wrap her hand with a thin layer of gauze.

“It’s too late for me.” She says and he hates the way her voice shakes, hates that it reaches inside his chest and squeezes.

Robby shakes his head, finishing with her hand. He lifts her knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft kiss as he wraps his fingers around hers. “It’s not too late,” He replies, “Hey,” He whispers, drawing her eyes to his, “It’s not.”

Tory bites down on her lower lip to stop it from wobbling, but he can see her eyes fill with tears again as they draw back and forth over his face, occasionally snagging on his split lip, “What am I going to do, Robby?” She chokes out and he knows they’re not talking about the Sekai Tekai anymore.

Robby cups her cheek, brushing his thumb across the bone as he holds her gaze, “Whatever it is?” He says after a moment, “We’ll figure it out together, okay? You and me.” He repeats the same phrase he told her before.

Tory sniffles, leaning back when Robby stands so he can sit next to her. He tugs her into his arms again, holding her against his body, her face tucking into the crook of his neck. He pulls a blanket down from the back of the couch to wrap around her body, his hand smoothing up and down her arm.

“Deal,” She whispers and for the first time in a long time, Robby feels himself relax.

#cobra kai #cobra kai fic #robby keene #tory nichols #keenry #robby x tory #mccall writes things

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let your arms invite me, for who knows when we'll meet again this way | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

summary: based off this request

Word count: 3.4k Warnings: mentions of violence, drugs (a little), fluff

gif is not mine

"Do you mind?" You whine, gently shoving your brother away from you as the two of you line up for the captain's photos.

"Can't I be close to you?" Robby teases you moving to wrap an arm around your shoulder making you growl in frustration.

"I'm gonna break your arm, you annoying gremlin," you spat shrugging his arm off. You hear a snort from behind you, making you spare a glance to your right.

The boy who made the noise makes quick eye contact with you before focusing on the camera man ahead of you.

What a cutie

The photographer shoots a few pictures before dismissing the teams. As you make way back towards your group, you see the strongly built boy that stood behind you walk past you, turning his head back to give you one last look before walking out of the building with his teammates.

"Earth to (Y/n)," Robby's hand waves in front of your face making you smack it out of the way.

"I'm listening," you fought pretending to know what he just said when you were actually checking out the tall drink of water that just left.

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You learn he's apart of The Iron Dragons, a team that is randomly drawn along with Cobra Kai to fight with during Captain's War.

Unfortunately as you were paired up to fight with Tory, your brother is distracted and gets knocked down easily eliminating your team out.

As you and your dojo line up along the mat, you watch as Cobra Kai is dominated by the green team within just a few seconds.

You're unable to hide the impressed expression among your face, his eyes meeting yours across the mat. There's a small smirk playing on his lips when he catches you looking at him.

Breaking eye contact first, you shake off the feeling of intrigue, knowing you needed to focus on what was next.

You luckily win the next event of one-on-one against the Dublin team, and score more points for the team when you win your match during the Bo staff competition.

"Point, (Y/n) Lawrence! Miyagi-Do wins!" The ref holds your hand up signifying your win.

You see the familiar green gi standing across from you, arms crossed as he watched you. You can't read his face very well, but before you can do anything your team envelopes you proud at your accomplishments.

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After losing one of the events later in the day, your team stood back with the others watching the first match of the platform fight.

It's like clockwork watching The Iron Dragons captain's fight, they were an unbeatable team. A feeling of want bubbles up inside your stomach as the male captain pounds against his chest, yelling proudly they had won their match

"Was this dude made in a lab?" Hawk asks almost disgusted making you frown.

"He's like a mix between the Winter Soldier and Frankenstein's monster," Demetri adds in.

"Don't call him a monster," Sam interjects. "You don't know him or what he deals with."

Your eyes soften at the girl next to you, looking back up at the tall boy on the platform. He glances down at you and sees your soften expression making him look away.

It was time for Miyagi-Do to go against Dublin Thunder.

Your dad suggests the captain's first, you and Robby, starting off strong.

You're able to keep up with other team, again, Robby is distracted and knocked off.

"Think you're so tough? Well I'll show you tough, bitch," a blonde girl challenges you making you scoff. She's quick to come at you, but after learning Sam's defense, you're able to keep up.

"Don't mess with me, bitch," you spat back at her before catching her hands, and jumping up to use both feet to kick her off the platform.

Your other teammates do their best to protect you, and even sacrifice themselves, but almost everyone is gone when Miguel joins you.

There's one guy and the captain from the other team left, evening out the floor.

As you wait for the male captain to come to you, he laughs in your face mocking the fact that, you a girl, thought you could handle him.

Shutting him up, you take the opportunity to kick him in the face, knocking him off the podium immediately making the crowd around you cheer.

Turning to Miguel, he's just sent the last Dublin Thunder member flying back off the platform, the announcer making it known Miyagi-Do had won and was staying another day.

As you and Miguel jumped with excitement, he moved away from you and pretended to bow down to you. You laughed, pushing him away, your team gathering on to the podium with you guys.

Looking for your dad, you spot him sending him the bow of respect which he returned, and sent you a raised fist.

You see the male captain from the Iron Dragons staring at you, so you take the chance and shoot him a playful wink, making his eyes go wide at your bold gesture.

Maybe he was interested, maybe he wasn't, all you knew was, you didn't want to wait too long before you left Barcelona without knowing for sure.

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After Miguel and your dad receive bad news of Carmen being in the hospital, they take off back to California, leaving a spot open on your team.

"The guys want to go out, are you up for it?" Sam asks as the two of you lay in your beds completely wiped from the day.

You toss in your spot, debating the idea. It could be fun, you could drink, let loose for the night. But you were also exhausted and wanted to lay here for eternity.

"Maybe it'll help Robby loosen up," your friend suggest making you think again.

"True," you agreed. Your brother needed to get his mind off Tory, perhaps dragging him out and having fun could help just a little.

You were your father's daughter after all.

Throwing the covers off your body, you walk over to your suitcase and pull out a cute outfit to wear. You decided on some torn jean shorts, and a red off the shoulder sweater with a white tank top underneath.

"So I kind of saw something earlier," Sam comes to sit next to you as you curled your lashes in the mirror. She wore a guilty expression, her shoulders sunken down.

"What was it?" You inquire giving her your undivided attention. You knew something was eating at her this evening by the way she was silent and watching the tv but not actually paying attention.

She sighs giving you a look of remorse.

"I saw that captain from the Iron Dragons get hit by his sensei," she unloads. "And not like a sparring hit, he full on smacked him repeatedly to prove a point."

You're taken aback at her witnessing, realizing why she was defending him earlier when Hawk and Demetri were so quick to judge him.

"Oh my god," you whisper. "I can't imagine what he goes through back home."

"He looked so helpless, (Y/n), he's this big strong guy out on the mat but inside..." Sam shakes her head not being able to get the image of the scene from earlier out of her head.

You're at a loss for words, knowing what it was like to be beaten for your mistakes. It was a time you didn't like thinking about.

"I'm glad Robby was able to pull you out of Cobra Kai when he did," she says out of thoughtfulness.

"The broken knuckle really did the trick," you say lightly even though the situation was heavy.

Silver and master Kim favored you being Johnny Lawrence's daughter and that came with a territory. It meant going through extraordinary measures so you could be the best.

"Sorry," Sam apologizes seeing your saddened state. "Let's finish getting ready, the boys are waiting."

You smile faintly, turning back to the mirror to finish applying your mascara. As you leaned in towards your reflection, the pink raised scar just above your cheek, below your left eye, suddenly looked so bright reminding you of just a few months ago.

Much like your brother, you spoke your mind and Silver didn't like it. It lead to being backhanded across the face on a few occasions. You were at rock bottom when you smashed your fist into the rock behind master Kim leading you to a broken knuckle.

Concealer only covered the old wound so much, you pretty much left it uncovered because what was the use?

Swiping on the black liquid over your eyelashes, you and Sam finish getting ready while listening to music and waiting for the guys to come by the room.

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"This is lame," you pouted glumly, twirling your red straw around the rim of your glass of coke. "Should we look for some weed?"

"When the hell have you ever done weed?" Your brother narrows his eyes at you.

“You don’t know me and what I do when I’m not around you,” you provoke the dirty blonde next to you.

Sam looks over at you amused between you and your brother’s banter.

“You would have called me the minute you got stoned, your light weight ass called me after two beers crying because you had the spins,” Robby retorts.

“I don’t recall,” you blink. Standing up from the table, you grab your phone slipping it in your back pocket. “I’m gonna go for a walk, maybe score some crack.”

“Alright cracky, we’ll be here,” your brother says averting his attention to the girl who just sauntered into the bar. It was Tory.

You motion for Sam to call you incase anything happens, to which she nods in agreement.

Trailing down the sidewalk, you see the entrance to the beach making you giddy inside. You loved the sound of the crashing waves, the moon shining over the dark water.

As you walk closer to the water, you see a familiar face practicing a kata routine, sending a wave of nerves through your system. This was your moment.

“Nice moves,” you spoke, slowly approaching the shirtless boy who froze at the sight of you.

“T-Thank you,” he stutters out, his low accent sending butterflies through your stomach. You’d listen to anything he had to say if it meant getting to hear him talk again.

“I’m (Y/n),” you introduce yourself while squatting down to sit on the light grainy surface beneath you.

“Axel,” he responds finally giving you a name to the face. Axel. It was unique. He turns to pick up his shirt and jacket, a trail of bruises lining up along his back making you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Those must hurt,” you say making him stand up straight. “The back takes awhile to heal.”

“From Bo staff competition,” he attempts to graze over the subject avoiding your eyes.

“No they’re not,” you respond softly. “I watched you knock down that kid from Panthre team in three strikes.”

“I- uh- should probably go, I am not supposed to speak to opponent,” Axel attempts to escape the conversation only for you to push back.

Looking around your scenery dramatically, you say, “I don’t see any referees around here.”

Axel can’t help but crack a smile at your silliness, making you feel warm inside.

“You are funny,” he says taking a few steps closer to you.

“Funny enough to make you stay and talk to me?” You purpose glancing up at him with your batting lashes.

He chuckles, taking a seat on the ground next to you.

“My sensei wants me to be the best,” he says referring back to your earlier conversation. “It is because of him, I never lose.”

You watch the ocean water slowly trickle near you, barely missing the tip of your feet by a few inches.

"Discipline doesn't mean abuse your students," you explain lightly. "I used to think getting hit meant I was held to higher standard."

"What does it mean then?" Axel questions curiously. You feel him staring at the side of your face, waiting patiently for your response.

"It means we're their only outlet for control," you answer simply. "And as far as I'm concerned, I'm no one's puppet."

You begin to trace circles in the sand beneath you, aware the boy was still gazing over you.

"Is...Is that how you got this?" He reaches over, gently running his pointer finger over the faded scar below your eye. His touch left tingles on your face.

You nod unable to verbally confirm his suspicion, his hand dropping back to his side.

"The boys back home love it," you joke sarcastically attempting to lighten the mood. Axel gives you a lopsided smile, appreciating your humor somehow being able to mix in with the heavy topic.

"Your male captain, is that your boyfriend?" He asks catching you by surprise. You let out a 'pfft' finding his question absolutely hilarious.

"Absolutely not," you giggled. "He's my brother."

"Oh, makes sense," he laughs with you. You take a moment to look at him, really look at him, and admire his pretty physique.

The way his eyes were light blue like the ocean across from you, but held a shade of sea green in them with a speck of yellow, you could stare into those orbs for a lifetime.

"You have pretty eyes," you say so effortlessly making him do a double take at you. You were so confident, not only with your words, but with the way you carried yourself and the way you go into a fight.

The tip of his nose turns red along with his cheeks, his eyes flickering between you and his shoes.

"Thank you. You are so pretty, it makes me nervous," he admits shyly. Scooting closer to him, you lean your head to lay on his shoulder, and at first he freezes never been in a situation like this before with a girl.

But when he breathes in your floral shampoo, he can't help but let his guard down and relax beneath your position.

"If it's any consolation. I think you're pretty too," you tease him. "I was afraid we'd never talk before this tournament ends."

Axel barks a laugh at your choice of words, 'pretty?' That was new.

"We always seem to find each other," he says glancing down at you. "Tournament, mat..."

You look up at him, his pupils dilated with desire making your heart race. Feeling the tension of intensity between you, you notice his jaw tightening, lips parted slightly.

"The beach," you whisper, your eyes trailing down to his pink lips.

You turned to look at him first, you winked at him, you came up to him, you had the upper hand. He wanted to be the one to initiate the kiss first.

Slowly, deliberately, Axel leans in. His face inches towards yours, and the warmth of his breath hitting you. He hesitates just before your lips meet, your heart feeling like it's going to explode.

You suddenly feel his hand envelop your cheek, his thumb lightly running across the faded scar, letting you know you were safe.

Then, gently, his lips press against yours, tentative at first, as if testing the waters, before deepening the kiss, each movement slow and deliberate, a soft surrender to the moment you've both been waiting for.

You can't help but smile into the kiss, the electrifying and sparkling feeling running through your limbs, you could jump up and sprint circles around the beach because of the spark you felt.

"Wow," Axel breathes out, his mind spinning from the consumption of your lips. You let out a soft chuckle, pressing your forehead to his.

"Indeed," you agreed playfully. It feels like the world around you has ceased to exist and the two of you relinquish in this sweet moment, completely captivated by one another.

You lean in again to reconnect your buzzing lips, never wanting to return to what waited for you beyond the sand.

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The next day, you're still high on the feeling from last night's interactions with Axel.

"I feel like crap," Robby groaned with his face in his hands as you, Sam, and him ate breakfast together in the hotel buffet.

"I feel great!" You chirped taking a bite out of your piece of bacon.

"Don't yell," he hushed you glaring at your cheerful state. You roll your eyes, reaching into your jean pocket to pull out two pills of Aleve, smacking them down on the table for your hungover brother.

"I didn't even hear you come in last night," Sam says her blue eyes averting to yours as she took a sip of her orange juice.

Glancing down at your plate, you began to cut up your waffles trying to come up with an excuse. You knew you could tell Sam with no judgment, but your brother on the other hand...

"Well you know when I go on a beach, my shell hunting instincts kick in and once I get started on that," you smoothly respond.

Your curly hair friend nods knowing you loved your shells, and that in fact is a whole ordeal.

"I'm pretty full," you say after finishing off your glass of milk. "I'll meet you back in the room."

Robby is taking the medication, shuddering at the gulp he takes.

"So much for being a light weight," you jab at him.

"Whatever, weirdo," he shakes his head beginning to dig into his scrambled eggs.

You roll your eyes and grab your plate to place in a trash bin, and head back to the elevators. As you opened your phone feed to scroll through your latest feed, you're suddenly pulled away from your trail, causing you to yelp.

Axel tugged you in close to his chest, tucking you two into a secluded corner.

"Good morning to you too," you grin widely, laying your hands against his firm chest. He's gazing down at you no longer feeling vulnerable, but comfortable with you.

"Morning," he hums nuzzling his nose against yours sending your heart fluttering. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your old wound upon your cheek first, then grazes his lips with your own.

"I have not stopped thinking about you," Axel murmurs against your mouth making your heart feel full.

"What the hell?"

You whip your head around seeing your brother standing a few feet away from you, staring back at you in disbelief.

"Robby, please," you scoff letting go of the boy you were holding on to.

"You're kidding me right?" The green eyed boy motions to the slavic boy behind you. "He's our biggest rival, you can't be with the competition."

Your jaw fell open at the hypocrisy his advice, making your blood boil.

"Back off Robby, you don't want to go there," you threaten him.

"No, let's go," he says reaching out for your hand, practically taking your arm off. Axel is quick to grab your other free hand, pulling you back towards him.

"Let go of me!" You shout planting your feet in place making both boys release their grip from you.

"Not you," you glance back at the boy you were kissing a minute ago, holding your hand out for him which he takes immediately. Robby rubs a hand over his face letting out a frustrated sigh.

"I don't know what your deal is, but get it together," you seethe almost embarrassed at the whole situation at hand. You'd be lucky if Axel gave you a second look after this.

Your brother glares up at Axel, flaring his nostrils, and making a fist with both hands.

"If I find out you're messing with her, or playing some kind of cruel joke just for the benefit of this tournament," Robby inches closer to quiet boy next to you, his voice lowering to a threatening tone. "I will beat your ass into the ground."

"Jesus, Robby," you mutter feeling the flush creeping up your neck as Axel shifts uncomfortably beside you, clearly caught off guard by Robby’s sudden outburst.

You give him a quick, apologetic glance before turning back to your brother, your voice softer but still trying to get through to him. "I’m fine, okay?"

Your sibling nods, gazing over at Axel one last time before walking off into the opposite direction.

"I am so sorry," you sputter out profusely. "He's going through something right now and-"

"It is okay," Axel reassures you, placing his hands on your shoulder. "He is protecting you."

"He's annoying," you give him a sarcastic smile making him chuckle. He runs his hands down your arms, lacing his fingers through yours.

"I am on my way to get some breakfast, care to join me?" He asks thoughtfully. Even though you were full on waffles and bacon, you weren't gonna pass up the opportunity to spend more time with him.

After all, there was a fruit and açaí bar you skipped out on.

"I'd love to," you smile up at him. Stepping on your tippy toes, you stretch your neck up and press your lips to his tenderly.

You didn't know where this was going, or what it may lead to, but you could enjoy this time with this beautiful boy for now.

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(a/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄hope y'all are enjoying your holidays, sorry this was kind of long. Next thing I write will be a non-request, can't wait for you all to read it!)

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what we used to be | XVl

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: Moon is throwing a party and the last person you expect to see there is there...

Warnings: dojo rivalry, swearing, underage drinking, bullying, injury

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I've been waiting for this chapter! One of my favorite Hawk moments so it was fun writing! Also a longer chapter! Hope you enjoy!

Thank you to those who already reblog and comment, I see you and I love you all for it!

I don't consent to this work being copied, translated or reposted.

Moon was throwing a party before the school year started.

You walked into the party alongside your friends, but everyone stopped when you realized Cobra Kai was there. Your gaze landed briefly on Eli’s before you forced yourself to look away.

You hadn’t seen him since the day at the restaurant.

It pissed you off that it hurt seeing him. You missed him.

Moving your gaze didn’t make you feel better when they landed on Aisha. You didn’t think breaking up with Eli meant throwing away the rest of Cobra Kai, but then again, you did join Miyagi-Do.

After she abruptly ended the phone call a couple of weeks ago, the tension was there as you stared at your ex-friend.

Thankfully, Moon appeared, cutting it.

“Glad you guys made it,” she grinned. “Kegs are out back, drinks are in the kitchen, and the vegan pigs in a blanket just got out of the oven,” she said.

“You never said anything about inviting Cobra Kai,” Sam said, saying what you were all thinking.

“I figured with summer ending and school starting up, we could all stop fighting and be friends again,” she said hopefully.

“That’s wishful thinking,” Sam brushed off.

“Let’s all clear our chakras and have some fun!” Moon encouraged before she walked off.

You gazed at Demitri, hiking your shoulders up before you walked further into the house, needing to escape Eli.

That’s how you found yourself talking with Moon. You were sitting on the other side of the room and Eli was on the couch. Even though his presence was magnetizing, your conversation with her was distracting enough.

“I swear I was a dewdrop, I was literally sitting on a blade of grass, the sun hitting on me,” she emphasized, gripping your arm.

You were doubled over laughing at her recounting the dream she had. “I’m sorry, I’m just picturing your face on a dew drop like the Sun baby from Teletubbies,” you giggled, causing her to laugh along.

“That’s exactly how it went,” she giggled.

In the process of you laughing, you glanced up, finding Eli talking to a girl.

There he was, oozing with the confidence you fell in love with as he spoke to her. The bubble in your stomach unnerved you and you despised it. You weren’t supposed to be jealous but then again, you weren’t together anymore. It didn’t matter.

“Oh, great! My girlfriend’s here!” Moon beamed. “You’re gonna love her!” She tapped you on the arm before she walked over to the girl Eli was talking to.

A breath of relief escaped you.

For the next hour or so, you spent the entire time chatting it up with Moon and her girlfriend, Piper. The couple was so cute and you enjoyed getting to talk to people outside of karate. Something that had been a while since you last did.

Unbestowent to you, Eli was watching you have the time of your life without him.

You weren’t supposed to have moved on so easily.

He held on to that hope that you were heartbroken, unable to let go of what you had. That’s what his mom told him after she had talked to your mom. What happened since then?

Keeping his gaze on you, he tried distractions. Whether it was a dance circle or talking with Assface, nothing was working. His eyes kept training on you.

You kept laughing, so much. What could be so captivating that you were so invested in conversing with Moon?

Eli hated it.

He watched as Piper showed her ear piercings to you, your eyes tracing over the jewels and you began gesturing to your ear, most likely asking what kind of piercings would look good on you.

He knew that’s what you asked because he knows you.

Then Demitri sat beside him.

“Did you watch the new Doctor Who trailer?” He asked.

“I don’t watch nerd shit,” Eli grumbled, sipping from his cup, brushing his gaze away from his ex-best friend.

“Y’know Moffat isn’t the showrunner anymore,” Demitri continued to talk.

Eli paused. “Wait, really, since when? Is there a new doctor, what’s he like?” He grew interested, not realizing it had been a while since he’d watched his favorite shows.

“She’s badass,” Demitri smirked.

“She?” Eli grinned.

Your giggling drew his attention away and suddenly he was back to being Hawk.

“She’s moved on,” Demitri said, sighing, feeling bad for him but at the same time he was proud of you for doing so. “She’s made it obvious she doesn’t want to be with you anymore.”

“Defeat does not exist,” Eli ignored him.

“There’s that winning attitude that pushed her away in the first place,” he sighed. “Look at her, she’s grown, she’s happy, she found peace, maybe it’s time you found some too,” he patted him on the shoulder.

“Oh yeah?” Eli smirked before he stood up, pouring his drink over Demitri’s head.

The partygoers gasped and you turned just in time to see it happen.

“That’s what I thought, still a pussy,” he threw his empty cup at Demitri before walking off.

You caught his eyes for a moment, sending him a disappointed look before rushing off to check on Demitri.

“Do you want to head out of here?” You asked, helping him pat dry his shirt.

“I’m gonna get cleaned up in the bathroom,” he grumbled before walking off.

You blew out a breath, dumping the towels in the trash. You shook your head, shocked at what Eli did but could you say you were surprised?

“I knew I was right when I said you chose Demitri over me,” Eli appeared at your side. “Now you joined Miyagi-Do?”

“What’s it to you? We’re broken up,” you spat, wiping your hands.

“It means everything, you weren’t supposed to choose that pussy over me,” he furrowed his brows.

“And you weren’t supposed to hurt me,” you sneered. “Guess we did things we weren’t supposed to do,” you swallowed.

“I still stand by what I say, I would never hurt you,” he blocked your path.

“You hurt me every time you hurt Demitri,” you gritted. “What do you want Eli?”

“You,” he answered, point blankly. “Come back where you belong, with me.”

“Stop it,” you shook your head. “I’m better now, okay?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

His jaw clenched. “Being a traitor made you better?”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you,” you gritted, stalking close to him. “You were the one that decided being an asshole was better,” you jabbed a finger in his chest. “You put your ego over our relationship,” you spat.

He was irritated. “And you chose that pussy over us, many times if you don’t recall,” he inhaled.

“Seems like I made the right choice then,” you fumed, feeling proud in the way his eyes flashed with hurt. Serves him right. Keeping your gaze locked on his, you searched desperately for a sign of your Eli, but he was gone. “I don’t even recognize you anymore,” you shook your head, a sting forming in the back of your eyes.

You went upstairs, finding the bathroom but you were curious when you couldn’t find Demitri. Deciding it best to find him after you composed yourself, you found your way back downstairs just in time to see Demitri on stage, a mic in his hand.

“Excuse me,” he said, the mic sounding off some feedback. “I’d like to make a toast,” he sounded boisterous, a contrast from his state a few moments prior. “To Eli Moskowitz,” he raised his cup in the air.

You exhaled in worry as the room questioned who that was.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Demitri laughed. “Some of you know him as Hawk,” he said, gesturing to your ex. “But underneath that crazy clown cosplay and whatever type of Manic Panic he dumps his hair in, he’s still good old Eli. My Binary Brother,” he stated.

You gulped, glancing at Eli, finding him to be angry.

“Well, he was my binary brother. Wanna know what he is now? A real zero,” he gestured.

The room of people erupted in soft laughter.

“Alright that’s enough Demitri,” Eli gritted.

“Don’t let that angry red hairdo fool you. He’s a big softie,” Demitri mimicked. “We watched every Harry Potter movie together. And he cried like a big baby when Dobby died,” he elaborated, imitating sobbing.

You furrowed your brows, not recalling a memory of when that happened.

“In the words of Eli’s hero, Steve Jobs, “I’ve got one more thing”,” Demitri continued. “Have any of you heard of sleep enuresis?”

“Don’t,” Eli pleaded.

Your heartbeat picked up, confusion filling you as you didn’t understand what your friend was talking about.

“That’s the medical term of course. In the King’s English, it’s good old-fashioned bed-wetting,” Demitri said, the room erupting in laughter. “And Eli here is a pro,” he clicked his tongue, snapping at Eli. “My mom had a special air mattress for sleepovers, she called it “Eli’s waterbed”.”

Your heart dropped and you sent a worried glance at Eli, unaware of anything Demitri said. The room erupted in laughter and you wanted so much to stop it.

“Screw mercy. You’re a corpse!” Eli shoved his cup into Mitch, charging towards Demitri but Chris blocked him.

“You’re gonna have to go through me,” he said.

“Stay out of it,” Mitch defended.

“Hey, don’t touch him,” Robby entered.

“Or what?” Aisha taunted.

“Guys, stop, we’re friends,” Moon stood between them.

The tension could be cut with a knife and you were about to go in and help but police sirens were heard, red and blue flashing through the windows.

“Cops!” Someone shouted.

Chaos ensued and you were quick to run towards Demitri but by the time you got to the stage, he was gone.

“Great,” you slapped your hands against your thighs before you booked it for an escape. You were running out of the house but through the mayhem, someone pushed you and you fell right on the lawn, pain spreading in your ankle. “Shit,” you hissed.

“Y/N?” You heard Eli’s voice and before you could speak, he was already hoisting you up on your feet.

You cried out in pain putting weight on your right foot, almost falling again if it wasn’t for him.

“Woah, what the hell happened?” He asked before wrapping your arm around his neck, his arm wrapping around your waist as he helped you keep the weight off your ankle.

“I was pushed,” you huffed, trying to book it out of there as fast as you could.

“I parked a couple of blocks from here, I’ll drive you home,” he said now that you were a few houses down.

“I can’t go home,” you sucked in a breath. “I left my keys in my jacket in Moon’s room and I can’t tell my dad I left them there because the cops showed up,” you hopped, keeping your bad foot in the air.

“I’ll take the blame,” he said.

“I wish, but my parents aren’t even there,” you stated. “They went on an anniversary getaway in Santa Barbra and won’t be home until the morning.”

“I’ll take you to my place,” he said, making it to the car and opening the door for you, helping you inside.

“Thanks, Eli,” you gulped, keeping your gaze ahead of you.

The drive was silent but not awkward.

“My dad’s working late and my mom is at her book club,” he said, unlocking the front door.

You had your arm wrapped around his neck, limping into his house. You missed coming over, the smell of his home. That ache in your chest returned.

“Just one step at a time,” he encouraged as you hopped on each step, one hand on the railing and the other around him.

You relaxed when you made it to his bed.

“I’ll be back,” he left you in his room, and you looked around, having not been here in a long time.

One thing you noticed was the posters of his favorite movies and video games were no longer up, replaced with different punk posters and bands. You didn’t care for the change, really, if he truly liked those things, it wasn’t a problem.

When you noticed the photos of you and Demitri weren’t hung up anymore, your heart fell but you saw he still had your art hung up.

The card you made for him after he got bit by the rabid dog, the hawk painting you gave him for your anniversary, and the other ones you’ve created over the years.

“Here,” he came back into the room and sat on the bed, handing you a bag of ice. “You need to ice it before you compress it,” he explained.

“Thank you,” you took the bag from him, untying your shoe and carefully taking your sock off. “It’s swollen, right?”

He stared at the tender skin. “The ice should help, but I don’t see any bruising so I’m sure tomorrow you’ll feel better,” he reassured.

You nodded, silence consuming you again.

He was sitting by your foot on the bed, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared forward.

You studied him, outlining the curves of his profile.

The arch of his nose, his long lashes, his lips, those blue eyes.

Gulping, you turned away, your face becoming hot. “You still have my art on your wall,” you pointed out, wanting the silence to end.

He glanced at the wall, face softening. “I need to be reminded that we were good before,” he answered, slightly cold before glancing at you.

You sighed. “We were,” you chewed on your lip, shifting the ice pack on your ankle.

“You still wear the bracelet I gave you,” he pointed, gaze on your wrist.

You froze, glancing down at where he was looking, realizing for the first time that it was true.

“I can’t come up with a good reason as to why,” you moved a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Because your heart knows we belong together,” he said, staring at you.

“Eli,” you shook your head.

“No. We love each other, shouldn’t that be enough?”

“No,” your voice cracked. “I wish it were but we’re so different now, I can’t date a bully after going through the hell that I watched you go through and what I did as well,” you glanced down.

“Kinda hypocritical to say that after what your friend did to me at the party,” his jaw ticked, turning away from you.

“That’s not fair. Should he have done it? No, but you attacked him, Eli,” you said. “Over a review,” you stated.

“Not this bullshit again,” he rolled his eyes, standing up.

“Okay, fine, I won’t talk about it,” you leaned back against his pillows, letting the ice pack rest on your ankle. “I didn’t know he’d do that,” you spoke up. “I didn’t know that happened,” your gaze softened at him.

“Yeah, now what? You think I’m a loser, don’t you?” He gulped.

“No,” you furrowed your brows. “The only thing that makes me think you’re a loser is being a bully,” you frowned, arms crossed over your chest. “And I know that’s not you.”

“This is me,” he defended. “And it sucks that the one person I care about the most can’t see that,” he spat before getting up and walking out of his room.

You called after him, feeling helpless as you were left on the bed, your ankle radiating with pain. You stayed there for what felt like forever but then Eli came back in, carrying a tray in his hands.

“It’s been twenty minutes,” he said, setting the tray on the nightstand.

Your gaze followed the tray and found two plates with a sandwich and some chips, two cups with some drink in it, a bottle of Ibuprofen, a wrap, and some type of topical gel. Your heart melted, from thinking he blew you off to knowing he got all this for you.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you gazed softly at him.

“I care about you, Y/N. And I love you,” he glanced down at you, grabbing the wrap and topical gel. “I can do it if you can’t,” he handed you the gel.

You smiled, thanking him as you took it. Taking the ice off, you wipe the water off before uncapping the gel and applying the anti-inflammatory gel on your skin. Instantly, you could feel the relief. When it came to the wrap, you were having trouble.

“Here,” he took it from you, moving to sit at your feet.

“You don’t have to,” you declined but he placed your foot in his lap.

“Let me help you,” he brushed you off.

You sighed as you watched him wrap your ankle.

His touch was gentle and his movements soft.

You couldn’t help the way your heart soared, seeing a side of Eli you missed so much.

“Not too tight?” He asked and you shook your head. “You should eat before you take the pain medication,” he said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You agreed, asking for help to the bathroom to wash your hands before you settled back on the bed. You watched a show while eating, something comforting in the domesticity before you grew tired.

“You don’t have to take the medication if you don’t want it,” he said, sitting next to you on the bed.

You were resting against the headboard, your faces inches apart. “It hurts, so I do,” you passed him a grin. “Thank you, Eli,” you said, taking the medication.

“You’re welcome,” he took the bottle and glass from you. “I’m gonna sleep on the couch, but call if you need anything,” he looked at you.

You nodded, chewing on your lip.

“Eli?” You asked.

“Yeah?” He stopped from getting up, staring at you expectedly.

“I love you too,” you admitted. “Before, you said you love me and well, I wanted you-”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as his lips landed on yours. Your eyes flew closed and you sighed into the kiss, finding home again.

His hand gently reached up to cup your face and for once, things felt like normal.

But the feeling was brief and you fell back to Earth.

“I can’t, Eli,” you licked your lips, pulling away.

He shook his head, hand still on you. “I never wanted to break up.”

“Neither did I,” you rested your forehead against him before you bid each other goodnight.

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