#in the moment you wont be able to tell if the change is good or bad

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Concept: a tarot card reading with Exploding Kittens cards

[star-girl69]

So It Goes…

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

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sypnosis: the one day chiron decides to switch up the capture the flag teams, and everyone knows you’re clarisse’s weakness, In A Good Way sequel!!

i changed my theme it’s me tho promise

a/n: protective clarisse the love of my life i love you i do i think we should get married actually anyways this one is sooooooo i got to explore a more casual side of clar’s and reader’s relationship in this (for like a min) i hope you all enjoy!!

So It Goes… - Taylor Swift

warnings: soft clarisse my love, protective clarisse we KNOW how i feel abt her…., also slightly possessive clarisse i think i love you too, again clarisse gets a bit too into capture the flag, clarisse picks reader up which i KNOW is not inclusive (im literally plus-sized idk what the hell am i doing) but it was so good i couldn’t resist, she has like super strength probs so i’ll just believe (she literally could not pick me up i need to stop being delusional), swearing, violence, kissing, a bit suggestive but nothing crazy, tell me if i missed anything!!

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Clarisse’s bed is one of your favorite places. You’ve spent so many nights here, wrapped up in her arms, feeling like no one could touch you. And you’ve spent secret days with her hands on your waist, yours in her hair, lips pressed together so tight it’s like you were each other’s oxygen.

You love Clarisse’s bed. And you know Clarisse loves her bed too, seeing as it’s a huge source of pride for her- it’s the best bunk in the cabin, and she gets a major kick over the fact that you sleep here just as much as you sleep in your own cabin.

You’re sitting down, watching Clarisse pace back and forth, her spear in her hand.

“Clarisse,” you say. She brought you here just fo freak out. Now she won’t sit down and let you help her, and she wont just freaking listen. “Clarisse, baby, what’s wrong? Can you at least put your spear down so you don’t accidentally kill somebody? If you kill me with that I’m gonna come back and kill you.”

She stops for a moment and leans her spear up against the wall. You let out a sigh.

“Now just sit down-”

She resumes her pacing.

As much as you love just being in Clarisse’s presence, as much as you know you’re her rock, the only thing that keeps her tethered in the storm she constantly fights through, you need her to let you help her.

“Clarisse!” you stand up, placing your hands on her shoulders. “You’re freaking me out, okay? What happened? I-I’m sure we can fix it, I mean…” you rub your hands up and down your arms, which you know she likes, her muscles are one of her biggest sources of pride.

She sits down, letting you stand in between her legs, her hands moving to hold your hips.

“Sorry,” she mumbles. She’s not very good at handling her emotions, but she’s getting better, and at least she’s able to recognize and apologize when her emotions are hurting other people. Well, you, at least. She breathes out. “Chiron decided to switch the teams.”

And now she had to work with the Athena cabin? The Gods know after the Ares and Athena cabins have captained opposing teams for years, Chiron pretends there’s not, but everyone knows there’s a deep rivalry. More than just friendly competition.

“The Demeter cabin will be on the red team.”

“Okay,” you say, squeezing her shoulders. You aren’t really close with anyone from the Demeter cabin, it doesn’t really bother you much.

“And… the Aphrodite cabin will be on the blue team.”

“Oh.”

You’ve never not been on Clarisse’s team for capture the flag. Not only does the entire red team’s tactic rest on you using your charmspeak to protect the flag, but what the hell are you supposed to do fighting against Clarisse?

She wraps her arms around your waist, flopping back onto her bed and bringing you down on top of her.

“I know it’s all Annabeth and Luke behind this. I’m sure that little smartass has made up some sick plan to make me go insane.”

You scoff, planting your hands behind her head on the bed. “You’re the one who can actually fight. I’m, like, so bad it’s not even funny, Clar.”

“You beat me all the time,” she frowns.

And it’s true, you spar with her at least 3 or 4 times a week, and you win most of the those times. But Clarisse moves slower, she doesn’t hit as hard, she anticipates your next move and doesn’t block it so you can land a hit.

“We both know you let me win.”

“I like seeing you smile,” she says, her own matching smile on her face.

“Okay, you big romantic.” You let your hands slip, laying your head against her chest and your arms flat around her head. “It’s not that big of a deal, Clar. I’m sure it’ll be fine, then Chiron’ll probably switch them back.”

“Annabeth convinced him to do it. She has some sort of plan, Y/N, she does.”

“You’ve mentioned,” you hum. “Stop stressing. Nothing we can do about it.”

“Fine,” she hisses.

She wraps her arms around your waist and throws you to the side so you yelp, now she’s climbing on top of you, laying her head on your chest.

“It’s going to be the worst game of capture the flag in history, you know. I hope you’re happy, I don’t even know what I’m gonna do without you. I mean, I guess I could move that group in the west side to just south of the flag, so that’ll be a bit more for them to get through. Oh, I’ll stick that one good archer on the ground- no, no that wouldn’t work, I need him in the trees. But I’ll move his position-”

—-

You walk to the woods together. When it’s time to split up, Clarisse grabs you by your armor and points her finger into your chest.

“Clar, what the hell are you doing-”

“Don’t do anything I would do.”

“Okay, Clarisse,” you smile, blinking once to avoid rolling your eyes at her ridiculousness.

She smirks, her arm squeezing your waist. She pecks you on the lips before pulling away completely.

“Done making out?” Jackie asks, her and Tyla suddenly appearing next to you.

“It was one kiss, Jacks. Are you sure we have the same Mom?”

“No, honestly.”

You fall into step with the two of them, laughing as you make your way through the woods and to the edge of the river.

Chiron makes his usual speech, the conch sounds, and everyone starts moving around.

Annabeth finds the three of you soon after. Tyla and Jackie fall away, following your other siblings. Annabeth always has this calculating look on her face, like she knows something you don’t, a true child of Athena. You have to admit, she really is one of the smartest people you know.

“Annabeth,” you smile. “I guess you want me by the flag?”

“No, I debated that, but I decided against it.”

She smirks and looks at you before spinning around, pointing to Luke and his team members who are always in charge of getting the flag.

“You’ll be with Luke.”

You frown. “You do realize I have absolutely no skill in battle, right, Annabeth?”

“Yeah, but skill doesn’t matter when you have power. Power over someone.”

“Oh, okay. Who do you want me to charmspeak-”

“Charmspeak whoever you come across, but that’s not what I’m talking about. You have power over Clarisse. I know she’s defending the flag today, right?”

She looks at you sharply.

You smile. “Oh, I really don’t know. But if you say so, sure.”

She starts walking, you follow her.

“Clarisse doesn’t talk strategy to you? I mean, I talk Luke’s ear off.”

“Oh, no, she does, I just don’t really retain any of it.”

She huffs a small sound of laughter.

“I know she’ll be there,” she affirms.

“If you say so!” you say, all sing song, Luke smiling as he meets your eyes.

“Y/N! How’s it feel to finally be on the winning team?”

“I love being on the red team, thanks for asking.”

“Ha. You’re so funny, are you sure you’re not a child of Apollo?”

“Too beautiful,” you glide your hands down your face. “I get it from my godly mother.”

“Luke, do you know what you’re doing?” Annabeth asks.

“Yes ma’am.”

She smiles and walks away, talking to more people while you can faintly hear Clarisse shouting at people. With the change in tactic, you know she’s been slightly stressed, but she won’t allow herself to feel anything other than confidence, outwardly.

She still walks tall. She still grips her spear in her hand a little to tight. She’s a bit too greedy with the things that are hers, she grabs on a bit too tight, but you know it’s just because she’s scared. You like it.

If this were a regular game, you would probably be walking next to Clarisse right now, or kissing her goodbye while you follow Matty and everyone else to go protect the flag.

When you and Clarisse first started dating, she was slow to be so affectionate, but the more of her walls you started breaking down the more you found a complicated teenage girl who felt unloved, and had a lot of love to give too.

The more confident she became in your private relationship, the more she wanted everyone to know. It was her fatal flaw, pride, hubris. She wanted everyone to know she was yours and your were hers. She wanted everyone to be jealous.

“I’m so glad we don’t have to wear those horrible earplugs today. They always make me worried. Someone could be shouting a few feet away and none of us would hear.”

“Stop gloating, Luke.”

“I’m just expressing my gratitude, Y/N, is that not allowed?”

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“Oh, oh, I know. You’re sad, aren’t you?”

“Sad?” you snort.

“Yeah, sad. Sad you aren’t with Clarisse. You’re devastated, destroyed, wrecked.”

You put your hand on your sword. “Who are you… and what have you done with Luke Castellan? Luke doesn’t know that many words…”

He hits your shoulder. “Shut up, Y/N.”

—-

You’re walking through the woods.

Not sneaking around in stealth, not running, but walking.

You’ve come across a few of your former team members, but one of the blue team just tackles them and you tell them to turn around and count to 5,000.

For some reason, it’s worse than sitting by the rock, waiting for someone to make a play for the flag. At least at the rock you’re surrounded by all these people you know. You and Matty are usually talking, Marjorie sometimes joins, and you all have fun bullying Corey for that one time he didn’t see the blue team coming.

Luke’s voice drops to a whisper.

“Here’s your job. You can either, one, go make out with Clarisse in a corner, which shouldn’t be too hard-”

“Luke,” you hit his shoulder. He hisses.

“I’m joking, joking. Just keep her distracted, fight her, maybe pull your shirt down a bit? Oh, or I can just cut it so it’s a bit more revealing-”

“Luke, shut up or else I will make you.”

“It’s not a bad idea-”

��Luke!”

“Sh, sh,” he whispers. “Don’t be so loud, we’re almost to the flag. We’re going for stealth, okay?”

“Oh, really, I didn’t notice,” you deadpan. He looks around.

“Blue team, stealth mode, alright?”

Everyone nods. You roll your eyes. You miss the red team.

—-

After Luke gives you the ok, meaning the blue team has successfully surrounded the red team and the clearing, you take a step forward.

Annabeth was right. Clarisse is there.

It’s fitting. If you can’t be there, she would.

You look up at Corey, but he hasn’t noticed any of you yet. You frown, thinking about how he’s probably going to get beat up.

“Clarisse!” you shout. You watch everyone jump into defensive positions. She can’t see you yet, but she stares in the direction of your voice, her eyes squinting, smiling softly.

“Luke?” she shouts. “That you?”

You frown.

“What the hell?” you say, stepping forward. “You don’t recognize my voice? I thought that was really smart. Like, a cool way to reveal myself, I don’t know.”

You come into the clearing, sword by your side.

Clarisse’s smile drops.

“I-I- no, baby, I just wasn’t expecting Annabeth to send you here-”

“Do I really sound like Luke?”

“No,” she says, immediately. “You sound like an angel.

Matty laughs. Clarisse stabs his foot with the end of her spear. She smiles at you.

“Is Luke here though?” Marjorie asks, subtly trying to look through the trees.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you do,” Matty snorts.

“You’re going to tell me though right, baby?” Clar smiles, stepping closer until she’s right in front of you.

“Obviously not, you didn’t recognize me. I’m, like, really hurt by that Clarisse-”

“Gods, Clarisse,” Matty shouts at the sky, laughing. You didn’t recognize her, and now we’re all fucked!”

“Shut the fuck up, Matty,” she says over her shoulder. She looks at you, smiling again, her hand reaching out to touch your face. “I’ll let you do that thing you’ve always wanted to do.”

You smile, your voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ll let me give you a makeover? Really?”

“Yes.” Her teeth grit, but she keeps smiling, her thumb rubbing your cheek.

“Hm, I don’t know,” you mutter, your eyes fixing on her spear when you suddenly reach forward, grabbing it from her hands and turning to run away.

The blue team emerges from the woods with war cries, swords start clashing, and it all happens so fast.

The plan was for you to grab her spear, make her chase you around the woods, and hopefully the blue team would be able to overpower the red team without her.

Instead, Clarisse kicks out her foot, tripping you. Then, she catches you and the spear in what you swear has to be a milisecond.

“Clarisse!” you shout, genuinely offended. She beat you so easily. It wasn’t even a fight. You didn’t even get the chance to run.

“Sorry, baby, it’s capture the flag!”

You about to start kicking like a wild animal when she suddenly lets you go. Luke is there, fighting her while you pick your sword up from the ground that fell in the commotion.

One of your team members dropped their helmet and you pick that up too.

You’re not that bad of a fighter, Clarisse just knows everything about you, you tell yourself. But your pride is slightly wounded and you want to prove to her, yourself, and everyone that you’re not just a weak Aphrodite kid or some poor thing that hangs off Clar’s arm.

You can hold your own.

You stick the helmet on and step into the fight. Someone groans and a sword comes wishing through the air, but you block it.

They swing again.

You block it.

You picked up things from Clarisse, and, besides, you weren’t just sparring for fun. She actually teaches you, better than the actual sword practice teacher if your biased opinion is to be trusted.

But you probably just feel that way because she rewards you with kisses.

It seems like you’re actually winning for a second, about to disarm him, when he seems to get fed up with fighting you and suddenly arcs hard over your head, making you lose your footing and letting him kick you.

You land on your back, groaning and trying to catch your breath.

“That was such a bitchy move,” you mumble. He leans over you, about to kick the sword out of your hand-

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Samuel.”

She holds her spear right under his throat, and he finally seems to look at your face instead of just your blue helmet.

“Shit. Sorry. Sorry, Clarisse, I’m sorry.”

She looks like she’s about to kill him but she just pushes him away.

“I was winning,” you groan. “But then he kicked me.”

She kicks him as he walks away.

You expect her to tug you up and start lecturing you but instead she leans down and throws you over her shoulder.

“Wha- Clarisse!”

“That’s enough for you today,” she says, patting the back of your thigh.

“Clarisse, I swear to Hades, let me down!”

“One second,” she mumbles.

When she places you down on the ground again, you’re leaning against a tree. She grabs your hand, frowning at something.

It’s the smallest cut, barely there, but Clarisse of course acts like it’s the end of the world.

“Does it hurt?”

Your eyes fix on Luke behind her, stalking slowly towards her turned back.

“No, Clar, it’s fine. Now I-”

“I think you should go the nurse.”

Your mouth drops open. “Clarisse, it’s a paper cut!”

“And if it gets infected? Go away, Luke, I can hear you.”

He locks eyes with you but ultimately turns around with a very scared and annoyed look on his face.

“Now do you see why I was all messed up? I knew this was going to happen. You were gonna get hurt, and it was going to be my fault.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not your fault, Clarisse-”

“But isn’t it? You would have been at the flag if Annabeth hadn’t known how much you mean to me. Instead, you were here. Instead, you were rushing off to go fight someone-”

“I’m not a damsel in distress, Clar!”

She presses her lips together.

“I can fight too. Not as good as you, but I can. I-I don’t want to be weak, I don’t want to rely on you for everything, it’s- it’s embarrassing.”

You didn’t even know you were feeling this way until you felt it. But it’s always been there, you guess. You always watch Clarisse spar and know she could never do anything like that with you. And you thought you were fine with it, and you are fine with having things that you like and things that she likes- but you don’t want to be so useless anymore.

She’s silent for a second.

“I- I get that. I do. But I just don’t know how to tell you I… I love you without showing it. I’m not good at saying it, you know that.”

“Clarisse,” you frown.

She puts her hands on your face.

“You are… the most precious thing in the world to me, Y/N. I really hope you know that.”

You wrap your arms around her neck, you can feel her heart thump from the fight.

“I know that, Clarisse. Of course I know that. You show me every day, I just- I just want to feel like my own person.”

She grips you tighter. “If it’ll make you happy, I’ll teach you to fight. But you have to do it how I say, and you can’t go off and do this-”

You pull back so you can make sure this is real.

“Really?” you smile.

“You have to listen to me, Y/N, and do it slowly, okay-”

“Yes, yes, yes, okay, yes,” you breathe, planting your hands on your face before kissing her. It’s slow, it’s sweet, it’s exactly what you think of when you think of her. You think of the side that’s yours, the side that only you can see.

You break it, leaning down to pick up her spear.

The red team is losing the fight behind you.

“Ok, go win capture the flag. And I’ll stay here. My hand does kinda hurt,” you mumble.

She smiles and kisses your cheek. “Not just a paper cut, huh?”

“Can I still give you a makeover?” you ask as she turns away.

“Maybe!”

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y/n: what why did you not recognize me ☹️☹️

clarisse, genuinely terrified: i have no idea what the hell you are talking about please please please don’t take away kissing privileges please please please

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[i-cant-sing]

Just thinking about Yandere Todoroki clan and reader's random moments.

Reader coming home after a particularly bad day, but poor girl cant even cry or complain without everyone immediately overreacting and pulling you out of school/college or even keeping you from going out at all. So now, reader has to either cry in self pity before she enters her home, wipe her tears and fix herself just enough to show that she hadnt just bawled her eyes out moments ago. That, or do the more risky thing and go home, go to your room and cry under the covers, but then theres always the chance of Rei or the others walking in on you any moment.

Also thinking about baby/toddler reader being sick, just a common cold or flu, nothing major. But with reader whining and being so young, the family's infantalisation goes through the roof and theyd treat you as if you were immunocompromised. I wont lie, but I think Rei is almost kinda... glad when you get sick? She enjoys you being dependant on her for the most things, even when you grow up and are able to handle a cold, she still deludes herself into thinking that you need mommy to come and help you.

I think the one person who is most affected by reader getting sick, no matter what age, is Enji. The man just cant help but view you as a fragile, starving Victorian child the moment you fall ill. In his eyes, even a harsh blow of air is too much for a fragile thing like you, let alone something as bad as the flu. He just- he's holding toddler reader in his arms, who snuggles into his warm body, your tiny nose pink and he cant get the image of you crying and vomiting and being oh so feverish- thats just way too much for your small body. Oh how he almost cried when he took you to the doctor for a shot and you clung to him, trying to bury yourself into him as you begged him to make you feel better, cried to him that you didnt want to get the "big scary needle!" He just had to hold you there in his firm grip as you writhed, had to look away when you looked at him and he saw the feeling of betrayal in your eyes, had to keep himself from not strangling the fucking doctor for not being careful, had to walk out of the clinic and hand you to Rei because he couldnt hear you cry anymore, had to have Rei console both you and Enji (assuring him that "no, Enji. Y/n doesnt resent you for making her get a shot.") and he couldnt even sleep a wink that night because he was standing by your bed, holding your tiny hand with his pinky as a tear finally slipped out of his eye.

ALSO thinking about adult reader going out of the house to meet up with friends, except shes meeting up with them at a club instead of at their house like she told Enji and Rei, and now shes standing outside, abandoned by said friends, and shes now running because a group of pervy men are chasing her and she doesnt know who to call, so she just speed dials Shotou, except someone just changed all your speed dials to one number, and you think youre doomed when Shotou doesnt say a word to you and just hangs up when within minutes, someone comes in front of you-

"Dabi?" He tells you to cover your ears and look away, and you know well by know what that means, so you obey, feeling a bit regretful as those men begin to scream in agony. You dont know how long its been until Dabi pulls your hands away and examines your wounds. He lets you crash into his chest as you sob, and this time, Dabi simply decides to take you home quietly without a lecture.

Hmmm, also thinking about Natsuo who is usually cool as a cucumber, the most normal being in the family, except for his very rare episodes of unbridled rage where he suddenly becomes the Hulk. Good thing for you is that this anger is never directed towards you, rather towards people who actively threaten your life (except Rei cause she gets to play "Im your mom who became mentally unstable because of your abusive dad") The only time NAtsuo is stern with you is when it comes to your health. He's just looking at you with those strict eyes when you refuse to take your multivitamins, or dont want to get a flu shot, or try to make up an excuse so that he cant check your vitals. And when he just grabs your wrist and pulls you to sit down so that he can do his checkup, its in those moments that you realise just how strong your brother is... and how easy it may be for him to overpower you and sedate you if he ever followed through Rei's threats.

[bumblinv]

--- jealousy, jealousy☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

jake, neteyam, lo'ak (seperated) x f!omaticaya!reader

from a scale from one to ten, how jealous do the sully boys get?

contents ; pure fluff

requested by anon

neteyam 5/10

i feel like he rarely gets jealous

he trusts you with all of his heart. the other sully boys does too, but neteyam is more on the calmer side

there's someone staring at you? he shrugs it off. i mean, he does too, stare at your beautiful self

a guy clearly saying that he’s into you? as long as he remains respectful, neteyam wont barge in. because that would only crush that man's self-esteem

after you and that man part ways, neteyam finally approaches you

"who was that guy?"

"someone nice, he tells me that he likes me"

hearing your answer makes him smile, tilting his head down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, "that means he appreciate you"

his soft smile quickly changing to a sly smirk

you chuckle, "what is it?"

"he's really self-confident, i respect that"

"hm?"

"thinking he could snatch you away from me? he doesn't know you’re going to be my tsahik"

a light smack on his chest and your burning cheeks were able to make him laugh

this man is way too chill for my liking, but there will be times when he gets jealous and protective over you

lets say you were talking with a guy, then he starts to get all handsy on you

the man leans down close to your face, his hands altering from hugging your shoulders to touching your hands and hip. when you move away, he still comes closer, even when your face shows utter discomfort

"i, uh... my boyfriend would come in just a moment"

"what boyfriend? sweetheart, i see none"

"back off" 

a warning hiss was heard. you both quickly turn your heads towards the noise and was met with a really angry neteyam. he came running, his steps loud and bold, quickly to snatch you away from that man's hold

"the fuck is wrong with you, touching a woman with no respect? do you not have shame?"

you couldn't see that man's face because neteyam is holding you ever so tightly to his chest, but you could hear him struggling

"well i, i didn't know she had a partner-"

"now he's here. back. off."

after the creep gets away, neteyam places his hands on your shoulders, quickly turning you to face him. his golden eyes scanning over your body with worry

"are you okay? he didn't hurt you, didn't he?"

you shake your head

it was more than enough for him to finally let out a sigh of relieve. his gaze softens as your eyes met. his hands went up to hold your cheek with the upmost care, completely different than his earlier tight and protective hold.  

you could see his bioluminescent freckles clearly, as he leans down to you. keeping your faces close

"hear me closely” his whisper sternly, “no one will ever be touching you with disrespect under my watch, you got that?"

"okay, neteyam"

“and if i’m not around and a creep comes to you, remember to kick his balls real good. got that?”

“okay”, you giggle

"good girl" he smiles softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on your lips

the kiss was nothing more than soft and comforting. despite the cold night,  his hold radiates warmth. he reaches down to hold your hip, making you wrap your arms around his neck in content.

but he quickly parts away. before you could protest, he whispers lowly on your ear:

"im the one who could touch you like that, you got it?"

jake 8/10

(this is written for young jake in 2009′s avatar)

young jake was unbothered

because one, he knows you only got eyes on him

and two, he’s confident about himself

‘why would you want other men when you got this big buff hunk right here’, is his mindset

i mean

he’s not wrong

and that mindset would only grow once he becomes the toruk makto. he knows he’s amazing. no men would ever lay their eyes on you

but before that, i would say that he isn’t that umbothered. he doesn’t want other men trying to hit on you because they thought they could get rid of him so easily. because he’s just a dreamwalker

if he notice someone getting too close to you and a starting to get a little bit handsy that you look uncomfortable, he would step in, by casually slipping himself into the convo

“...and then we caught this big sturmbeest-”

“that thing was a big boy, isn’t it? its able to feed the entire clan for a week!  ya in the huntin’ party too?”

the man looks at jake with furrowed brows, shooting him with a why-are-you-here look. “right. and what is your business here, jakesully?”

“don’t mind me, i’m just here to tell her that food’s ready” then he leaned down to you, grinning, “can’t wait to have dinner with ya, darling”

that always works, because not long after you two would be walking home, hand in hand

he never really makes a huge deal of people flirting with you, because he could easily lure them away like he always did. but disrespectful people? oh he’s ready to throw hands

i know he would always want to be your big guy. yours to depend to and yours to hold. especially after spending the day acting tough, he gets all clingy during the night because now he got you all to himself.

there’s time when you just need some air, so you would curl yourself away from him and cuddle with your favorite knitted blanket instead

you could hear jake’s heavy huff. his hands clung on your hip in defeat after multiple failed attempts to turn you around to face him. only to realize you’re all wrapped up to your huge blanket again

“what’s so great about that dammed blanket? you know my muscles are comfier than that thing”

you let out a giggle as he rests his chin on your arm, pouting like a lost puppy, “ya sure ya don’t want to cuddle me instead? i’m warmer and way prettier”  

“jake, don’t tell me you’re getting jealous of a blanket?”

lo'ak 12/10

now this man

this man right here

he's the total opposite of his brother🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

don't get me wrong, lo'ak trust you with every fiber in his being. he just got a bit of a temper

lets put him in the same scenario as i put neteyam earlier; he caught a guy staring at you for too long to his liking

unlike neteyam who shrugs it off, my boy would come straight to you and do what ever he feels like he needs to do. he would hold your hand, kiss your cheek or forehead, even on your lips. just to make the guy go away.

but if he sees you getting a confession from a boy, i don’t see him as someone who would interfere. he will if the guy starts touching you or making you uncomfortable.

“what does he wants?”

“who?”

“the guy you’re talking to earlier” he huffs, crossing his arms on an almost childish manner, “what does he wants?”

a sly grin appears on your lip, “why do you ask?”

he let out a scoff. “just answer my damn question”

“he said that he likes me, that’s all”

his stern facade worns off, he approaches you and rests his chin on top of your head. he doesn’t say anything, just holds you on that exact same position for quite some time

lo’ak is the type of guy who never really talk about his feelings. so just be prepared for him to literally glue himself to your side for the rest of the day.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Sweet You | Chishiya x Baker!Reader | HCS |

Notes: Au - SFW - Hints of NSFW - MDI - +18

Chishiya hates sweets but cant say no to a nice and warm cup of coffee to wake him up for his late nights or early shifts at the hospital.

He meets you because one night your bakery was the only place Open and he needed his coffee.

The moment he sees you he is not sure if its the lack of sleep or what but your welcoming smile and friendly chat as you prepare his order and give him some sweets (he cant bring to tell you that he does not like them) makes his heart move in a erratic way.

Once out he will have you in his mind for the rest of the week till he decides to go again.

This time there are lots of people and its not you who ends atending him, however as he is walking out you shout to him to be back and to take care of himself.

Wont admit it but he is blushing all the way back at the hospital.

Will start thinking more about you and going more frecuently to get coffee. When you try to sell him or give him some sweets he declines.

"Let me make you something not so sweet..lemon pai?"

Chishiya insist that its not necesary but you tell him he has basically help you pay rent with how much coffee he has been buying.

His co workers notices his small change and start to gossip much to Chishiya dislike.

He never tells from where he gets his coffee, he wants to keep your place (you) as his own.

Once the pai its done Chishiya is nervous. Because one, you closed the place at 2 a.m. to give it to him and two you and him are alone and you are giving him a look thats too inoccent and hopefull that makes him have inapropiated thoughts.

After triying your pai he would let out a moan, being not able to hold back because it truly does taste good.

He wonders if you teast like it too.

He also catches you blushing making him smirk somehow proud.

Will have to leave and take the pai with him but before he does, he leans down almost kissing you telling you he will soon return and will take you out for a date.

Leaves you being a blushing mess.

[dekusleftsock]

Sigh… the newest chapter.

Very beautiful, very wonderful. It’s gorgeous looking, so much time and meaning put behind every single panel.

These two panels have been the most interesting to me though.

The first, where the last tear falls away, and the second, where the first leaves flow freely through the spread.

And don’t you worry, I saw that parallel immediately.

“And save people by winning.”

Still, I can’t help but feel as though these panels are still SO DIFFERENT from then!

First of all, the light in Izuku’s eye, the one that really makes the admiration and love pop in this image—it’s missing. Completely.

And, in the second one, where the tears have fallen and the leaves have come, that one is still shaded in darkness. Izuku still has no light.

So yes, has Izuku calmed down? Absolutely, but it still has this underlying melancholic atmosphere. Everyone else has a sense of success, everyone else is THANKFUL that Katsuki has saved allmight from the brink of death, he has won by saving someone—but don’t we all remember Bakugou Katsuki Rising?

You know, the chapters where everyone thought Izuku was just SO heroic and SO amazing, except for Katsuki who knew that something was very very wrong.

And this time it isn’t Izuku almost dying for everyone’s safety, it’s Katsuki—can Izuku’s heart really handle that right now? Right after he just got up?

Can Izuku control himself under all this weight?

(Ofc I gotta throw in the girls, they’re the representatives of love for this series for christs sake)

Izuku is selfish, we all know this now, so where will this selfishness take him?

Because I know for damn sure that, if I have Izuku’s character right, if I have Hori’s themes down…

Idk I just wanna see him lose control. Right in front of Katsuki. Because my god this boy can mask his queerness when he wants to.

Because what happened to THIS?

Where’s that melodramatic passion?

Why is he not allowed to see it Izuku?

So I can see two ways this can go:

Izuku, at some point while Katsuki is awake and alive, loses his shit at Katsuki getting hurt or a comment that targets Katsuki. The way he WANTS to lose his shit.

Izuku attempts to sacrifice himself much like Himiko did for Ochako, solidifying their parallels even more. (Himiko is not dead and I don’t mean that in the “oh I’m delulu!” way. Y’all it just doesn’t make sense you guys realize that right. The same way it didn’t make sense to kill Katsuki. LIKE COME ON)

Personally, while I COULD see Izuku doing that, because he would do anything for Katsuki, I don’t think he’s gonna have the option to. Not only that, but I think that the first option is far more interesting for ALLLLLL the reasons above.

Izuku is known for being sacrificial, it would be far more interesting to have Katsuki have to assure him and calm him down in some way (it’s also the queer connection. I find this extremely important. We need a scene for bkdk like we had for the spirited away scene for tgck). Not only that but Izuku very much needs to have that moment where the story creates that wall that directly tells him he needs to change. It needs to challenge him, emotionally. And not in the panic, big fight way, but in the “Katsuki has to see the things Izuku still performs for him” way.

Katsuki needs to see how Izuku feels, because Izuku isn’t good at telling him that.

AND HE STILL HASNT

HOW LONG WILL YOU DRAG THIS SLOW BURN HORI IM SO.

Anyway, my main point is that Izuku WONT be able to control himself anymore. Just one more thing, one more comment said in just the right way, and it’s over.

That confrontation is the one that I’m waiting for. Because Izuku still isn’t happy, this chapter isn’t happy—it’s laced with insecurity, despair, heartache, and a deep sense of loss.

And it’s hopeful! Very very hopeful, because that’s what mha IS, but you can’t read this chapter and tell me that Izuku right now is happy, in love, over the fact that it’s Katsuki who has to save allmight.

[outsideratheart]

You're Not Funny (Lucy Bronze x reader)

A/N: Here's a little something for you @cpheath

You knew that you would have to play your best in order to beat Chelsea at Stamford bridge and that is exactly what the team did in the first half. Caro’s goal put you ahead in the 4th minute and since that moment Barcelona dominated. 

It was text book Barca, plays that you had practiced in training and everything was going great until it wasn’t. The ball had been played forward and Barcelona was on the attack once again. The goal scorer crossed the ball to where you were lurking near the back post. It wasn’t your best header but the ball did land at Frido’s feet only she wasn’t able to get a shot off. 

You were ready to reset when you saw her. Lucy was on the floor focusing on her knee. Given the amount of injures recently the dreaded three letters came to mind and panic begin to brew in your gut. Sandra is the first to her but you aren’t far behind her. 

“What’s wrong?” You kneel by her side “who was it? Tell me?” You’re ready to take on ten men. Nobody hurts Lucy and gets away with it. 

“Alright Rocky, calm down. Nobody touched me. It’s my knee” 

The calmness in her voice lets you know the pain was familiar but it didn’t easy the worry in the slightest. Lucy had surgery after the Olympics and you have seen first hand the tole the intensity she play with is taking on it. 

The team leaves to two of you be, using this time to discuss a strategy that will see them to the end of the game with a win. 

“Sub?” You ask and she nods her head. 

You make the change signal to Jonatan and call the medics over. Keira looks over from the group and you shake your head letting her know that Lucy wont be able to continue.

When you’re asked to move you flat out refuse. Your relationship well known so the medics should have known better. Once Lucy is ready she hold her hands out and you help her up. She leans on you as she tries to put weight on her right leg but it’s no use, the joint is too tender though Lucy being the stubborn mule that she is continues to try. 

“Baby that’s enough, Torre’s ready and waiting” 

Lucy puts almost all her weight on you as you help her to sidelines. 

“Carry out every check possible without taking her to the hospital. Entender?” 

“Y/N” 

“No! You see this” you point to the band on your upper arm “This means I’m the captain and you do as I say when you were that badge and they do what I say when it comes to my team” you trn your attention back to the medics “Every check, entiendes?”

“Entiendo” both medics say in unison. They would never admit it but they were scared of you especially when it came your to protective side. 

You had always been good at compartmentalising and it was moments like this when you appreciated it the most. You played the rest of the game with one thing in mind; get the win. At soon as the final whistle blew signalling the end of the game your focus has once again shifted and all you cared about was Lucy but you still had a job to do albeit a small one. The Chelsea players were quiet, of course they were you had just outplayed them in their own stadium. With quick hands shakes and small pleasantries you made you way through the blue team. 

Mapi was explaining a part in the game where you could improve when the last Chelsea player shook your hand. Truth is you wasn’t really paying attention, if you had then you might have noticed the Barcelona badge on her coat. 

“Well playe— Luce” your handshake soon turns into a reach out and hold of her hand. 

She knows what you want to do so she stands in front of you. You give her her once over, not fully believing that she is ok despite her walking and putting her weight back on her right leg. 

“See” she does a single leg squat to prove her point but she doesn’t get the reaction she hoped for “look at me go, i’m ready go play another 90 minutes”

“What are you doing! Don’t push it”

“I’m joking” 

“You’re not funny! I still want to talk to the medics. Something happened Lucy and I don’t like you joking about”

“Y/N i’m ok” you shake your head “no?” Lucy didn’t understand and you wouldn’t expect her to. 

Seeing your partner injured is tough and to see them go through surgery, well it sticks with you. Once they’re back on the pitch they don’t think about what they went though but you remember Lucy’s recovery vividly.

“You don’t get the play this off. I let you do it during and after the Australia game but no more. Your health needs to come first”

“Baby, look at me” Lucy doesn’t care about your surroundings, she cups your face forcing you to look her in the eyes “I’m ok, just a little bit sore. If you don’t believe me you can ask the physios I told them to answer all your questions honestly, we don’t have secrets” 

Lucy’s tone lets you know she’s telling the truth but you need the medics to confirm it in order to believe her. 

“Hop on” you take a few steps forwards and turn so that you back is facing her. 

“I get to ride Y/N Y/L/N”

“You do if you’re telling the truth” you say quietly so only she can hear you. It was a threat but Lucy knew she would get her reward because she was in fact telling you the truth, she was ok.

[skelliko]

If requests are open, may I make a request for kazutora, chifuyu and baji playing UNO with their s/o and they keep getting spammed with draw +6 cards and +10 cards by s/o who is a UNO master. Who is the most competitive out of the three?

(Also the one im reffering to is UNO: show 'em no mercy. The one where it Includes: 168 x Cards including Wild Draw 6, Wild Draw 10, Skip Everyone, Discard All & Wild Colour Roulette Card).

ask and you shall receive :) I swear the hardest part about writing these is making sure that each one gets roughly the same amount of points, sometimes not even the amount, it's just making sure their all on the same page too and half the time I cant think.

★-Tokyo revengers

- playing Uno with them, show no mercy

๑-featuring: kazutora, chifuyu, Baji

°- kazutora hanemiya

• he was confident at the beginning saying how "this game will be easy" "I'd win for sure" not knowing that uno seems to always have your luck stored at the perfect amount

• he'd try to cheat by taking a quick glimpse of your cards, that's why sometimes he takes too long to draw his cards cause he's taking his time in finding a good moment when you're not looking

• half way through he'd become salty, reallyyyy salty to the point whenever you'd place down any sort of card that gives you a high advantage and kazutora a disadvantage he'd give you a look of displeasure for a good 3 seconds

• he'd curse a few times and make little comments but nothing too major, if anything it'd be under his breath quietly (unlike Baji)

• however he'd be passive aggressive "hope you fall down the stairs next time in public and I'm there to witness it, I won't catch you I'd just watch" with a straight face and almost zero emotion in his voice (he fully well doesn't mean it) but his bluntness was just a facade cause after he saw your reaction he couldn't help but crack a smile and laugh a little

• whenever he'd place down a pick up card of his he'd hold a proud smile and look at you as if he's accomplished something great but his smile would immediately fall the second you place down a +10 "WHAT!?" his sole shattered

• he wins occasionally but knowing that you're a lot better at the game than he is even though it all revolves around luck with the cards and how you use them, that doesn't bring his ego up at all, sometimes he thinks you went easy on him and that'd be when the rounds are longer

• when it came to the card 'discard all' he'd be in disbelief of the power that card holds, all of the same coloured card that you once held were down down in the pile. kazutora couldn't tell which cards he hates more, that one or the +6 / +10

• sometimes you both end up bickering but in a humorous kind of way, going back and forth in-between laughter about who's right about the rules and who's wrong to the point where the only way for you to carry on the game was to make up rules (truthfully who goes by the actual rules?)

• in that time despite him being salty he didn't care all that much about who wins, but as time went on his mind changed and in the middle of taking a little break of playing he tried to understand all the cards and how to play smart even with you sitting in the same room

• at the end of it knowing that he wouldn't be able to win he randomly and calmly got close to you dropping his cards down without wanting to finish the game, he'd then playfully tackle you down with a smile "I give up"

°- chifuyu matsuno

• he can be quite competitive to a certain extent but majority of the times he's having fun

• he'd stare at you as you're placing cards down one after another almost in disbelief and confusion "where the fuck do you keep getting those cards from?!" in that very moment as he shamefully picked up a card from the side deck, he knew he wouldn't be able to win

• he HATES getting the colour switch up cause he never happens to have the right colour and he'd have to pick up more cards than needed, he'd pick up one and it wont be the right colour still, picks up another- nope. his luck with the colours is nonexistent and he gets frustrated with that quite easily and honestly it can get funny with his comments

• "WHERE'S THE RED CARDS!?"

• "I swear to god if I don't get a green card I will jump out that window" he'd make little sarcastic jokes

• because of that he always shuffles the cards twice the amount of time than needed to make sure that all the cards and colours are evened out but even with that he sometimes has to draw 4 cards just to get the one he needs - cause of that he loves the 'discard all' card when he has it in his possession

• he wouldn't help but smile when he thinks he gets good cards and when you'd ask about it he'd go "nothinnggg" all smugly and holding his smile proudly, but of course his pride would be shattered from your card

• hes the type of person to yell out "Uno" loudly and all happily too

• he would take any opportunity to place down his good cards but the second he places them down he regrets it cause he acted rationality and that always benefited you instead of him

• "I don't know how you do it, but I've never met anyone who's as good at uno as you"

• once he had his final loss he'd roll his head back and sigh out a little annoyed, but then he'd smile at you and fling a card at you which then created a little playful card fight making the floor to be scattered with uno cards

°- Baji Keisuke

• at first he didn't seem all that interested, but as the game went on Baji would be the most competitive and determined to win

• definitely would try to cheat, either by taking a glimpse of your cards or try to place a random card of his down when you're not looking

• he'd be swearing and cussing you out for sure but also try to humor it, "oh fuck off with that" "you think your so funny? I will eat those cards and you'll never see them again" "you mother fucker"

• when you'd place down a pick up card of the same colour twice or more Baji would make up new rules, "that's not allowed" "no you can't do that" just so he could buy time and hopefully have a glimpse at your cards even if it means to bicker for a good minute

• after a few slow rounds in the beginning the matches would begin to end more quickly due to the determination of winning, card after card would be placed down as the game would be engraved in both of your minds

• you both would carry on playing over and over until there's a clear winner, sometimes you'd win and so would he but Baji would never give up at all, though in the end you happened to have the most wins and Baji would be a little salty about that for the rest of the day

• in his mind the next time you both play uno he's gonna hide away majority of the pick up cards that way he'd have a higher chance of winning (cheater)

• he'd be a sore loser like a child "no you're not getting a kiss" but in the end you always happen to get more than one

• throughout any given time of the day he would challenge you to a game of Uno, he'd place the deck of cards Infront of you without a word and almost expect you to play, all because he wants to beat your win-streak

• "I'm beating your win-streak whether you like it or not"

 ♡---

[jester089]

Hello! Today I rewatched Titanic for the hundredth time, so I had an idea: https://youtu.be/EyPpMaIBgkI?feature=shared

do you know this scene in Titanic? In any case, here it is,if you haven’t seen this movie (I highly recommend it, crying every time lmao)

So, imagine that Rose is a character (Jax, Pomni, Caine/Kinger) and Jack is the reader

the reader (their s/o) begins to abstracting , the characters understandably end up next to the reader at this moment in a hope to stop the process, but then both realize that nothing helps, and before going completely crazy, the reader begins to calm down characters (just repeat lines from this scene lol) How would the characters react? I'm really interested in Jax's reaction.

P.S. If it’s not difficult, briefly describe how the characters will behave after the death of their s/o

So sorry for my English is so bad!!! I am not speaking it, hope you having a good day/night!!🫶🫶💋

Boat movie

Thank you for the request! I apologize to any Caine or Jax fans who hate how I write them. But hey you can always just not read it, and I write em how they are. Not how we all want em. From this post on I'm going to ask you all add something to your requests. When requesting either Caine or Jax specify if you want the real ones or the softer loving ones. Thanks! Caine, Kinger, Jax, & Pomni's reactions to Reader dying/abstracting in front of them/in their hands

Caine

You definitely aren't the first. And probably wont be the last. He understands that humans for whatever reason don't want to die alone so he stays with you. He stays there sitting next to you on the floor as you progressively get more and more glitched. Sadly he doesn't catch much of what you say as his mind is mainly just ready to put you in the cellar so you don't hurt anyone. Once your abstracted and in the cellar he moves on. Sure he felt slightly closer to you then with all the others digital circus's inhabitants but he'll get past it. Nothing really changes in the long run.

Kinger

Kinger found you abstracting and was about to turn tail and run to find help but you begged him not to leave. That's how you got to where you are Kinger holding you close while you gently cup his face. He listened to every word you said about how he was gonna get out of there and live his life. Have kids and die safe in his home surrounded by loved ones. He permanently searing every word into his brain. As you lean up to give him one last kiss before you fall off the deep end and abstract forcing Kinger to let go of you. He is crazy yes, but he's tough. And losing you makes him want to give up. But he'll get out of this place and live his life. If not for himself, for you.

Jax

Jax was sitting with you as you abstracted. He was just going to leave and do something else, but your pitiful glitchy voice got him to stay. He sits there staring at you as you progressively get worse not even listening to what your saying, his mind wandering to what he would rather be doing. Once you fully abstract he gets up and sprints away so he doesn't get hurt then leaves you alone to rampage about. Not his problem. Hey if someone else dies to you maybe their death will be funnier then yours.

Pomni

Pomni stayed with you. Despite every bit of code in her being telling to run and get Caine she knew she wouldn't be able to in time. So she stayed and held you gently using everything she had in her to not show how she felt. So you could have someone, have her there with you when you went. She listened to your final words and did her best to remember the feeling of you gently kissing her. Once you were gone she went straight to her room to be alone, and to write something down. In a journal Ragatha gave Pomni to try and help with stress she writes down you. You personality, your final words. And she draws you, draws you how you are (were). She isn't going to forget you. She will get out of this place. And if, no WHEN she does she's going to give you a proper burial. She doesn't have your body but she isn't just going to be the last thing she remembers of you, you or a version of you trying to kill her. (I'm feeling a little burnt out on angst asks. But I did enjoy writing this.)

xoxo, Jester

[fineghkst]

How Eris acts around his mate

warnings: kinda suggestive; mentions of beron (ew)

At the moment he finds out

Eris pretends everything is fine. No one could tell he just felt the bond snapping into place. He is a portrait of coldness as always. When Eris was younger, he expected and dreamed on having a mate, but once he grew up and discovered what his father was capable of (mostly with his mother and after what happened to Jesminda), the oldest Vanserra hoped to never finding a mate.

Eris rather to be alone than watching his mate’s life turning into a living hell because of the bond. And after the Cauldron united your souls together, he felt pure fear running through his veins.

How he acts?

As I said before, the bond truly terrifies Eris. Not because of you, but his father. If wasn’t for Beron, Eris would definitely be more around you and demonstrate how he feels (if there’s no Beron, he would definitely be constantly flirting with his mate), but he can’t, so honestly, he kinda turns into a ghost after he felt the bond. Better saying, he acts like you’re a ghost who is haunting him, because this male is avoiding you a lot.

Even so, Eris can’t be rude to you, he can’t act like an asshole like he easily does with anyone else. He tries to keep his distance and avoid to have long conversations with you, yet he always is discreetly watching you across the room, secretly admiring. Somedays it’s really hard for him to fight the instinct to be near his mate and he allows himself to daydream of how your life together could be.

Attentive eyes (I mean, very very observant eyes) could notice how his eyes soften when he sees you.

Will he tell anyone?

Definitely NOT. Eris is keeping the bond for himself for all the reasons I said before. He is good at keeping secrets and wont let this slip. Well, at least this is what he thought, because Lucien realized how Eris behavior slightly changed when the subject of a conversation were you.

It didn’t take long for Lucien to discover you were mates. Eris made Lucien make an oath that he wouldn’t tell anyone about it, especially you. However, Eris felt relieved for being able to talk to his brother about his concerns envolving you.

When his mate feels the bond

He doesn’t know how to react, it’s like he is paralyzed. It was easy to keep it as a secret when he was the only one aware of the bond, but once you felt it to and confronted him about it? Eris has to make a decision if he’s going to live in the midst of the terror his father’s cause or choose to be with you.

And he chooses you. Even if he’s scared for you being hurt, the heir of the Autumn Court is ready to face Beron. Eris will burn the whole world to keep you safe if he must, even if you decide to not accept the bond.

When his mate accepts the bond

Eris never felt this type of hapiness before. The matebond is the purest piece of his life, a part of his soul that wasn’t corrupted. Eris feels like he was wandering alone in the dark for a long time, but once he has you by his side, Vanserra realizes that he never will have to be alone again. He loves and trusts you more than anything.

Once you hand him a piece of an apple pie you made for him in a signal to acceptance, Eris give it a small bite before colliding his body against yours. You not only find out that Autumn Court males really have fire in their veins, but also that it’s one hard to extinguish.

Things he loves to do with his mate

He loves to spend every available time with his mate. His favorite thing is when you tell about your past and he finds out a new information about you, affectionately saving it in his memory

Eris also loves to go out with you to walk with his dogs (that turn into your dogs as well) at the sunset, to go on travels together and when you have time to drink some tea together, so can he tell you how his day went. Similar to Azriel, Eris adores his mate’s company.

Eris loves the sensation of when he tugs the bond randomly, just to check how you are and receives another tug in answer.

Does he often gets jealous?

He is a pretty confident male and trusts you a lot, so it’s rare for him to feel jealous. If someone flirts with you, Eris will either wait for you to dismiss the person or coolly approach you with a mischevious grin, placing a hand on your waist while the person who was flirting with you gets pale as they realize you are the future High Lord’s mate

Favorite body part

He genuinely thinks you’re perfect, like you’re made for him. However, Eris is truly obsessed with your mouth, not only because he loves to kiss it, but also for every smile you give.

PDA

DEFINITELY INTO PDA. Eris doesn’t care if you’re in public, he will always demonstrate affection towards you, loving to feel the warmth of your body against his skin. It is impossible for him to stay away, mostly after he forced himself to keep his distance from you for so long as soon as he felt the bond.

Always holds your hands or have a hand placed on your waist or thighs.

How often he says “I love you?”

He says it a lot but I think he would rather demonstrate it by acts, throught quality time, gift giving (a lot) and physical touch (also a lot).

Protectiveness

If Beron still alive, Eris will constantly worry about your safety. You are definitely being escorted by a trustful guard chosen by Eris himself if you need to go somewhere in the Autumn Court and he can’t accompany you.

At some point, you got really pissed off to always having a shadow following you everywhere and ended up fighting with Eris. He understands and agrees it’s too much, realizing it’s better for you to learn to defend yourself, becoming independent.

By the way, he is super proud when you start to kick the Autumn guards asses.

Random bonus

Eris is not only a great dancer, but also a great teacher, so he will teach his mate all the Autumn Court traditional dances. He looks foward for the time of the dance training sessions with you, barely being able to wait to guide you in the new dance steps.

He loves to show off his mate during every ball, you two dancing in perfect synchrony while the crowd that watches you gets breathless.

[aviradasa]

Drunk Dancin

Elliott (Sdv) X reader

(art from Pinterest)

This was so fun to write I hope you all enjoy! I got kinda lazy towards the end Sorry it's been awhile sense I've had inspo so this might be bad. Also I didn't proof read this shit🤣🖤

It had been a rough day on the farm, the crops were dying due to the change in season, the animals were grumpy even though they had plenty to eat and space to wander, And then to top it off the mines nearly killed me, and now I grumpily stumble to the stardrop saloon.

It's a busy night for the tiny bar. Friday nights are always like that, groups and sad lonely souls gather there to drink, sing, and stumble out sometime past midnight every Friday without fail.

As I make my way inside I see it's still relatively quiet. I walk up to the bar nodding my head to Pam who sits at her usual corner.

“Hey kid you're looking rough, what happened this time?” she asks, turning her head to me with a slight chuckle as she takes a sip of her beer. I look at her with a sigh as I slump over the bar lazily grabbing my drink and sliding it closer to me. “Oh, you know the same old shit. Crops are assholes, and my animals and the creatures in the mines want me dead.” I say lifting my cup to my lips and downing half of my drink before lowering my glass. “It’s been fun,” I say giving her a sarcastic smile.

“Jesus kid you outta slow down there wont be any good tomorrow if you're sloshed,” she says with a grin. I look at her with a raised eyebrow before I can respond. She laughs. “I’m just kidding, the best cure for a shitty day is a drink. If I had any extra cash I would buy you one outta pity but well I'm kinda runnin’ a little short for my tab as is so.. Don’t tell Gus,” she tells me with a wink, I let out a little chuckle. “ Your secrets are safe with me,” I tell her before downing the rest of my drink and calling Gus over for another, which he gladly sells me before I get up from the bar and wander to a table neatly nested in the corner. I sit down and after a few minutes, I see my good friend Leah wander into the saloon collecting her drink from the bar. She wandered to the table next to me. “ well hey their Y/n what are you up to tonight.”She asks as she pulls out her seat to sit down.

I look up at her with a grin holding up my drink. “Girl I’m drinking in hopes I don't wake up tomorrow sober!” I tell her as we both laugh. “ Jeez Y/n what the hell did you do now, don't you tell me you passed out in those mines again!” she jokes with a grin on her face as she takes a sip of her beer.

“Hey now I didn't pass out, but I got too damn close to those rock crabs are the devil.'' I shake my head as I chuckle. “ They keep sneaking up on me and by the time I see one of those things there are 3 more behind me.” I say Leah just laughs “Sounds like you need to buy some armor or something if you gonna keep going down there-” she starts to say before a new voice unintentionally cuts her off.

“Good evening Leah,y/n how are you both tonight?” the person says, looking towards the voice we see Elliott. I was starting to wonder where he was normally earlier. “ hey El where were you? You're a bit later than usual.” I ask the redhead. He just chuckles and takes a seat in between the two tables. “Well, you know how I was having a dry spell of inspiration? Well, I don't know What hit me but today I was able to get 3 chapters done in my novel! I was so caught up in it that I didn't even realize the whole day had run away from me. I feel so alive at the moment!” he tells us excitedly. For the past week, Elliott has been talking about how he had no clue what to write in this book of his, it was kind of sad to see him so upset, but now he's happy and inspired again! Don't get me wrong is amazing, I'm happy for him and even happier that he's so much more enthusiastic and optimistic now, but I just wish he was like this 3 days ago. Because now his joy is feeling a bit suffocating. Or maybe that's just because of my shitty day.

Even so, I sit there and listen to him excitedly explaining some plot twist he wanted to add to a future chapter.

As he speaks I can't help but tune into the music playing from the jukebox. It's decently loud but not enough to give you a headache and the songs playing are mostly from the 70’s and 80's. I guess Gus has decent musical taste! Who knew?

About an hour has passed and our little trio has had our fair share of drinks. We sit there joking around for a little longer before Leah thinks it might be a good idea to pull Elliott and me up to dance. “Leah I don’t know how fuckin to dance??” I slur as she pulls me up. She groans “Come on don't be lame let all just dance! I bet you can do it! Elliott, don't you think they can do it too??” she asks him. Elliott being a little less than drunk more on the tipsy side just laughs.

“ You know I think they can! Go on, go dance, you can do it,” he says, giving me a slight push. Without thinking I grab onto his hand and spin around to face him. “You know what! I’ll go if you come with us.”

Telling him to come with us was the worst thing to say ever.

Cause he was an amazing dancer with a couple of drinks under his belt. And he looked divine doing it. His red suit jacket had been long forgotten on the back of his chair, his long red hair was put up messily in a bun and he was dancing like he should have been on a stage.

He swayed and spun, stumbled once or twice, and laughed with us when we pointed it out to him. It was a beautiful thing to witness, but he didn't take my focus away completely, as Leah and I had been spinning around together, jumping up and down bobbing our heads to the beat as we stumbled and laughed.

As we dance my head starts to spin, dizziness overcoming every aspect of my mind and vision almost knocking me down. But as I stumble, a hand grabs my wrist from behind and spins me around full circle. As I nearly fall forward the person's other hand finds its way to my waist pulling me towards them, my back hits their chest and I hear a laugh. “I can see you've been having fun, you should be more careful, you just never know who you'll stumble into.”

Recognizing the voice, a dopey grin creeps onto my face as I turn my head to look at the culprit.

And just as I guessed it was Elliott standing behind me with an oddly placed smirk on his face. Seeing him sobers me up a little bit in the best way possible.

“ Well now you're the one who grabbed me, I could have stumbled my way into anyone I like. you just happened to be quick about it.” I said with a giggle as I spun around one more to the beat of the song playing. Now facing him as we move around the dancefloor.

“Yes, well. Ah, what can I say i can't think of a good excuse at the moment. I’ve wanted to dance with you for quite some time, And when I saw you had wandered out of Leah's grasp well. I suppose you can call me somewhat of an opportunist.” he says as we both let out a laugh

“ Well, I can’t say I'm complaining that you took that opportunity.” I wink “Nothing against Leah she's quite a good dancer.”

“Better than me?” Elliott says with a joking tone. “Definitely,” I responded with a grin. He places a dramatic hand on his chest as he tries to flip his hair forgetting it's put up at the moment “I’m hurt, I thought I was better than that.” he jokes. A small chuckle escapes me at the gesture before the night goes on and blurs together, not in the sense that I don't remember more like that of a watercolor painting when the colors bleed into one another as we had dancing in a wave of color that turns into something else entirely.

The door of the saloon swung open as we exited, we were one of the last few folks leaving. Leah had left about an hour prior leaving us to our fun, not without saying goodbye first. Waving goodnight to Gus, me and Elliott make our way to the town square. Stopping I turn to him with a tired look “Are you sure you wanna walk me home? It's getting pretty late.'' I asked him. It's not like the walk to the farm is long but for him to walk all the way there and then to the beach is quite the trek even with shortcuts it can take quite a while. “Of course. I'm not gonna let you walk home alone at this hour. It wouldn't be right, especially after the drinks you had earlier.” he tells me with a grin i gaze at him skeptically. Looking him up and down.

Even after the long night he looks surprisingly put together in a semi-messy way, his hair is still put up in that messy bun from earlier but now some more strands are pulled out some of them sticking to his face after the night of dancing, his white dress shirt was wrinkled now and his red coat was lazily thrown over his shoulder. Even so, his posture was still surprisingly straight though he was very slightly hunched over but it was kinda hard to notice. After a few moments, I shrugged my shoulders “Well if you insist.”I told him.

“Oh, I insist” he smiles, turning to the side he offers me his arm. I laugh a bit and take it “Trying to pull the gentlemen card tonight Elliott?” I joke as we make our way past the little garden turning the corner to make our descent down the pathway that leads to my farm. “ I don't need to pull a card. It's just who I am,” he says, his voice a bit smoother than before. Making a little heat rise to my face. I thank the dark shadows of the night for shielding the small details from his view. Damn, that silver tongue of his. I think to myself before I remember to respond “Whatever you say El.” I chuckle looking straight ahead of us. The air is cool as we walk but not uncomfortable in the slightest. It is more of a calming breeze that floats past us picking up the smell of some of the freshly bloomed spring flowers with a slight smell of rain from the previous day. I feel as though I could never tire of the night air, And to admit walking with the man that's haunted my dreams each night just adds that little bit more to it that makes it hard for me to remember that it's real.

“Well, here we are.” I hear Elliott mumble pulling me out of my thoughts. I didn’t even realize we had walked up the steps to my front porch. “ thank you so much, Elliott.'' I smile warmly at him as I release his arm from my hold. “ It was really sweet of you to walk me home tonight. And also thank you for the fun night you and Leah provided me with.” I told him.

“It's always a pleasure, and I would do it again any time any place,” he responds with a nod. a small grin gracing his features. A few moments pass before he decides to speak once more

“ Well I suppose it's getting quite late and I wouldn't want to keep you up too late so I guess I'll be going now,” he says hesitantly. I bow my head with a smile before opening my door a small bit of confidence overcoming me as I get i silly idea

“ Well, it's not that late, how about you come inside for a moment and grab some tea before you go?”

“ that. Would be lovely. As long as you don't mind.” he says taking a step inside my home.

“ I don't mind, I offered,” I responded with a laugh closing the door behind us as I went to heat the kettle. It was a small offer but it was a night neither of us would forget for a long time.

[cookiesupplier]

Say My Name - Part Two (nsfw)

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x ofc

cw: oral sex (f receiving), fingering, P in V, unsafe sex (wrap it up folks), D/s undertones.

18+ Minors DNI

summary: Nicholas Ruffilo has been a fixture in Kaia's life for so long she couldn't imagine it without him. Even after he left for LA and his life of stardom took off.. the only problem, she never got the nerve to tell him how she felt about him. Could one more tattoo change everything?

words: 2209

author’s note: Part two, I promised the smut... I have no idea how good it is.. I.. yea. I tried lmfao. In my head it was fun lollll All unbeta'd, reader beware lol.

ALL COMMENTS ARE WELCOME!

Any replies to this post will be replied in a reblog because tumblr is a butt and for some reason wont let me reply to posts.. if anyone knows how I can fix it (I've done everything all the help suggestions have said) lemme knoowww.. cause support hasn't gotten back to me yet...

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“I want you to say my name like that again.”

Hearing those words from Nick left Kaia in a state of shock for a moment, her eyes widened as she stared at him, his hands warm on her leg, rubbing gently as if to sooth her, like he thought she was a wild animal about to start running. Another moan slipped from her lips however when she realised that that wasn’t what he was going at all, his hand on her inner thigh was rubbing those circles up over the paper stencil of the tattoo higher up her leg, creeping up higher, and higher.. She shuddered as she felt those gloved covered fingertips stroking the line at the edge where her skirt barely was tucked into her underwear..

“Ky, when I’m done with you Sweetheart, you won’t be moaning anyone else’s name like that. Ever, again.”

And fuck, she’d never thought Nick would exactly be the possessive type, he was so very chill and easy going, but damn, if seeing the way his eyes were staring at her as he tugged her shirt from her underwear and proceeded to pull his hands away so he could remove his gloves, that was the hottest thing she had ever heard come from him.

He never had to worry though. Not that she managed to get those words out, that would mean being able to put thoughts together right now. Instead, now, as she saw Nick’s gloves come off, she was peeling the tattoo stencil from her leg and carefully discarding it aside, time for the tattoo was done, as much as she had been looking forward to this tattoo time with Nick, oh, the feeling of his hands on her, the thrill of those words, the possibilities that he was presenting to her, even for just one moment? She couldn’t pass that up.

Just one moment. One moment to bask in the sun.

He had turned away to shift his things away from the couch he’d set her on. If they were in the store, she wouldn’t be nearly as comfortable, and maybe she should think twice before she lifted her sun dress over her head and just dropped it to the side. When he was looking back to her, she swore she saw his eyes darken as they racked down her body, taking her in.. all the artwork, so much of it his.. Her bare form exposed, left in nothing but her bra and underwear..

“Damn, Sweetheart, you are something else.”

Nick had seen almost all of her in one way or another.. Almost all of her tattoos had been done by female artists, for obvious reasons, which he understood, while she loved him, she was a private person with body issues and having the man she was in love with tattoo intimate parts of her body… even just her thigh today was pushing it! Still, looking at her here and now, and seeing her before him, Kaia watched the way he took her in and she couldn’t even imagine what was going through that talented mind of his.

“Nick…”

Breathless as she watched him stand up, he was lifting his shirt over his head, next came his belt, and his pants and boxers were falling around his ankles leaving him in nothing, completely nothing. She unclipped her bar from her back and tossed the cage for her breasts aside happily, not that she had much to her curves, it always made her a bit self conscious actually, but when she went to slide her underwear down her legs,

“Don’t.”

Kaia looked up to Nicholas, his soft voice commanding as he moved to kneel on the couch. Moving over her, his hand running up her legs, bare, without his gloves this time, leaving her to shiver in an entirely different type of anticipation. Nick had always had a way about him, quiet, unassuming, but whenever he spoke to her, she couldn’t help but listen, and so everything he told her to do, like a zing running down her

“Let me Sweetheart.”

His fingers hooked at the lacy material to the sides of her hips, of course, she’d worn one of her best pairs, why wouldn’t she when she knew that he was at least going to catch a flash of them at some point today. The last thing she was going to do was wear a pair of granny panties to a tattoo appointment with the man she’d swear she’d been in love with since middle school! Sliding the material of her lingerie down her legs, ignoring the stickiness left from the stencil transfer, she didn’t care, the tattoo was so far from her mind, all she cared about was this man, and his hands, where every inch of his skin was in contact of hers as he leaned over her and turning his head pressing a kiss to her clean inner thigh, earning him a soft whimper slipping from her lips.He was going to kill her before the night was out. He was.

“Nicholas.”

There it was, he’d wanted her to say his name like that again, and he’d gotten it, only the breathy moan was slightly louder this time, pleading with him for a little more, and she watched as his lips curled into a smile as he pressed another kiss a little higher along her thigh.. And the next.. Until he was spreading her thighs and his tongue was pressing deep into her pussy, and she was gasping loudly in surprise as he was feasting on her like a man starved.

“Oh fuck, Nick!”

Never in her life would she have thought that today would have her ended up here, would she have thought that the latest in a long line of tattoos from her friend, one of her best friends.. Even if she barely saw him anymore, that never changed for her, would she have thought that just another tattoo would have his tongue licking deep inside her. Moaning out his name, reaching for his hair as he his lips found her clit, sucking as she tugged and his man bun was spiralling undone so her fingers could thread into his hair.

When two of those gifted fingers that she’d seen work his guitar slid into her body, playing her instead, curling inside of her, cried out in pleasure, her fingers tugging harshly at his hair as she fell over the edge into the abyss, clenching around his fingers as she orgasmed. Shaking, he didn’t stop though, he kept going, until she had to push him away with a whimper, his mouth and chin glistening a little with her cum, fuck, he looked divine like that.. But god..

“I’m not done with you yet Sweetheart.”

Oh, god, she hoped not.

Looking at him, her eyes flickering down his body, he was slim, and gorgeous, and his cock was jutting out and hard.. But she saw him pause.. Considering what came next as she sat up a little, he knees cradling his hips there in front of him..

“I’m safe.. Nick, I-”

“I know.. So am I, but I don’t have any-”

“We don’t need one.”

They’d talked so often, Kaia knew that Nicholas didn’t sleep around with fans all the time on the road, he’d rather hang out with his friends, crew and the band on the buses while on tour than find random chicks along the tour route while they were away. Sure she knew he dated over the years, neither of them had been celibate, but she was certainly single now, had been for months. Last date she’d heard about for him, she didn’t even want to think about. She honestly didn’t care, and the thought of feeling him inside of her, watching as he stroked his cock, rubbing his thumb over the head to smear the pre-cum over and her breath caught, he was so fucking beautiful all over..

“Look at me Sweetheart.”

Her eyes flew up to meet his, and that soft knowing smile on his lips, she’d been caught watching him, her cheeks flaming..

“I want to see your eyes as I feel you for the first time.”

First time, fuck.. The gasped that escaped her had nothing to do with the way he was dragging the head of his cock along her slit and over her clit drawing a soft whimper out of her, and everything to do with the thought of this being the first time and not a one time. Reeling him press into her, as his hips hitched forward, pushing into her warmth, wrapped in her heat, and fuck, the moan that he pulled from her when he was completely inside of her. His hands hooked her thighs around his hips as he rolled them forward so he was flush with hers, skin to skin.

Kaia’s hand that wasn’t still greedily fisted in his hand, she was not giving up those lock dammit, they were all that was keeping her grounded right now, was wrapped around his back as his whole body was pressed against her. His lips claimed hers in a kiss that she swore felt like he was trying to steal the oxygen from her lungs.

Then he started moving.

That first thrust and she had to tear her lips from his, arching under him with the force of the thrust and fucking crying out with the pure pleasure, god, Nick, had always been quiet. Even now he was demanding anything, he wasn’t loud, he wasn’t commanding, but he had her completely enthralled and at his mercy. Each thrust of his hips and she was shuddering in pleasure as, reaching between them, those talented fingers reaching between them for her clit and rubbing,

“You going to cum for me Sweetheart, cum all over my cock like a Good Girl?”

His voice was so soft, so gentle with the request in them, wanting so badly to please him, so badly to please Nick.. How he did that to her she didn’t know. One second she had been on the verge of screaming out in pleasure, and the next she was whimpering and nodding, his brow pressed to hers..

“Yes, yes, I’ll be your Good Girl, please.”

Lips curving in that smile,

“That’s my girl, go on, cum.”

As his fingers rubbed harder at her clit, even if he hadn’t said it, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to hold back anyway, as her thighs started to shake, clenching around his cock, moaning as she fell over the edge, cumming apart as he groaned.. Nick thrust into her a bit harder then, fucking her through it, it, pushing her to the limit, and letting her take her pleasure until he was filling her with his own, fuck, feeling his warmth inside of her was something else.. And she didn’t think she could go back. First time. He’d said, first time.

Lifting her head she brought her lips in a kiss that was a little desperate, she’d admit it.. She wanted this to be the first time, the first of so many to come..

As the kiss broke though, and their bodies stilled, laying there in each other’s arms, hearts racing, breathless wrapped up on a very too small couch for two grown adults..

“What now?”

Kaia has to ask. She’d never dared ventured to any subject close to this before, not with Nick, not about anything that could do with them, but she’d also never dared to sleep with her best friend before, this was a day for firsts, and if she was going to get her heart broken, she wanted it to be done now before she got her hopes up too high.

“Well I know it’s a bit backwards Sweetheart, but maybe we could try dinner, a date might be nice next?”

She shook her head, right, and he was being obtuse, as if going on a date was so simple and going to solve everything.

“Nick! You’ll be going home.. Back to LA.. you have the band.. More tours, more music.. Who knows if you’ll meet other girls…”

The last part came out oh so softly. It was always her fear, always that ache in her heart, that the day would come that he’d meet someone else, someone that he’d sound so smitten by that she’d just know. Kaia would know that she’d lost him. Then again, she worried every time Noah told him he was out on a date, it felt like the bottom of her stomach dropped out. Sometimes she swore Noah knew, with how quiet he got on the other end of the line, but he didn’t say anything, he’d just quickly change the topic and they’d start talking about the latest anime, or game he was playing, music they were listening to, just to distract her a bit until she more herself. She was grateful for that.

Right now, she was pulled from her thoughts of those moments, those girls, but a a press Nick’s lips, his eyes searching hers,

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

[house-of-daena]

honestly, there needs to be more sub foul legacy. like, what do you MEAN HE ISNT A BOTTOM. ugh…. people just domt understand him like i do… (sighs wistfully and stares off into the distance dramatically)

OKAY, but to continue, my personal headcannon for when ajax activates foul legacy is that he just kinda turns into a huge, feral (but dumb) animal and takes on more animalistic traits. instead of speaking (he can speak, but i hc that its difficult in the FL form, probably only able to let out a small string of words) he lets out these garbled trills, chirps, whines and whimpers . so of course, its our job to tame him. put a leash and collar around that bad boy and he’ll be like your own personal pet

have him messily eat you out with his long tongue, pulling on his leash as you suffocate him between your thighs. all the while he’s making these cute purring sounds that taper off into whines because as hard as he is, he wont be able to do anything until he finishes serving you. maybe as a treat for getting you off so nicely, he can fuck your thighs, big clawed hands trembling around your thighs as he whimpers. and to be a little cruel maybe make him beg to come, knowing his difficulty with speaking in this form

ive reached enlightenment.

(is totally sane and normal about ajax/foul legacy)

~ 🥢

🐺 anon, get your tartag content!

ftm/gn reader cuz i dont do fem reader ^^

also omg 🥢u are so right on this. i hc that when childe transforms into FL, his body structure changes a taaaddd bit to conform with FL's features, so he has very far from human features... if you know what i mean 😏 one thing i will mention is that he has a different vocal structure, that's why he's more on making sounds to speak than talking!! i just think it's sooo cute if he lets out those cute, high pitch trills when you kiss him on the cheek!!

fl has that puppy brain honestly, can't convince me otherwise. he could be fighting a horde of monsters but the moment he sees you, he disregards their existence and starts running towards you!! literally starts behaving and purring as if he's not covered in blood 😇💞💞

he's eats u out like he's starving for ages 😭 so messy, drool dripping down his chin as he devours ravenously... so u gotta train ur pup how to be a polite, well behaved, good boy that will do anything you tell him to do!

his instincts tell him to fuck you senseless, but he's been reduced to bein a good pet for u, so he just ruts between ur thighs like you asked him to. n he cravvvess to be inside of u, but ohh it'd be a sin to disobey his generous master... n makin him beg to cum? god anon, you have my heart. he's whining and purring,making sounds similar to words but his mind is sooo fuzzy to form proper words, let alone speak. n you tell him to "use your words" to let him cum, and he's slowly losing it, whining louder and crying for release, his claws leaving marks on your thighs as he fucks himself harder between your warm flesh of your thighs.

omg... i should write subtop readers more actually... this makes my brain tingle hehe... ty for the brain rot 🥢 anon!

[totes-magotes]

How 2 not st@rve yourself

i know this is said a lot but you either want peace, happiness, and/or control 'n you think being skinny will provide you with these things. and u want it ASAP wanting to be skinny isnt a crime, but doing it this way takes so much more from you, to where you have less control then you ever had. so heres some tips - build a daily routine first, if u slip up ITS OKAY!!!! days r meant to be different, tmr is always a new day. good days are subjective. plus, building a routine is trial and error, you're gunna change your mind about things but trust me things will stick. - dance once a day, lil strange but if you still want that feeling of burning calories you can at least have fun with it. plus a mood booster - stop counting calories, make better choices. this is subjective person to person but personally, not counting calories and instead doing food swaps for healthier options helps a lot. example: i wanna eat oatmeal with MILK!! but i will use oat milk or less fat milk :3 - eat what you crave, this ones scary. i know its hard to control yourself and going overboard with it is so so easy, but it will help in the long run. you binge because you feel this urgency that you wont be able to eat anything later, so you eat it all now. it doesnt have to be this way. say that pack of chips eat some at a non-meal time or with a meal. find a way to show your body that it doesnt need it in the middle of the night when you cant sleep. that it can have it whenever it wants. and slowly you will find yourself going "eh i dont want any right now." - yeah you can eat a donut, but with a banana. try to eat unhealthy food with a healthier side. - i know u hear this a lot so im just gunna list them off, cold morning showers: prepares you for the day + tightens pores. yoga: relaxing duh. morning exercise: even if jus for like 10-20 minutes, you're day will feel much more productive. skincare: ego boost and good for your routine. basically everything those HEALTHY wonyoungism posts are telling you. - writing, just write any old thing, whether its affirmations, your feelings at the moment, something that happened years ago, or even a drawing. theres jus something about putting pen to paper that's relaxing. obviously this isn't an ultimate guide, but recovery isnt just about eating more or less... its about finding your peace. you dont have to force yourself to love your body, just treat it a little better. you can still lose weight, but eat the way you want to for the rest of your life. small improvements go a long way. even just starting one little thing everyday, you're still better off than you were a week ago. protect your peace. protect yourself, from yourself. we might slip up tmr, maybe for a week, maybe for a year, but tmr can always be a better day.

[fixfoxnox]

Can you write NSFW for the cartel AleRudy AU?

Either like pre-reveal where Alejandro gets Rudy to sneak around with him behind his husband's back.

Or maybe postreveal where Alejandro needs information and he's trying to have a proper conversation with Rudy but Rudy wont stop trying to distract him?

Please and thank you, Luke <3

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Teehee, this works out cause their first sex scene is actually next chronologically 🤭 Also I swear I'll eventually come up with an actual name for this AU akdjdjjd

How To Have An Affair (Cartel Rudy Part 2)

Description: Alejandro does not have a crush on a married man. He just doesn't. Rudy seems determined to test that claim.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Affair, NSFW, Smut, anal sex, riding, hand jobs

Alejandro didn't consider himself the type to ever crush on a married man. It just wasn't a possibility. Sure, he would maybe have a crush or some thoughts before he would know. Sure, he might admire someone with a ring on their finger. But never had he actively crushed on someone in a committed relationship.

Apparently, that all changed with one Rodolfo Parra.

He hadn't been able to get the other man out of his head. Not since the moment that he'd received that secretive smile from the man before he'd climbed into his husband's car. Rodolfo Parra had been a constant presence in his head.

At first, it was nothing more than little thoughts of the man's looks. Things like how nice his ass was or how soft his lips looked. He couldn't get the memory of Rudy touching his arm softly or giving him that secretive smile to leave his mind.

But it was all things that he could try to justify. He was admiring. It wasn't a crush. He was admiring. That's it.

It became harder to justify after he'd run into Rudy again.

He was in town collecting information when they met again.

He'd heard rumors floating around that the cartel had offered some of the owners of a few shops a hefty sum of money to smuggle weapons through for them. He hated to believe that anyone in town would agree to such a thing, but times were tough and money was money. No matter who it came from.

So he and Rodriguez had driven into town together. They weren't going to arrest anyone. They weren't even going to ask them to stop if they'd agreed. The people of Las Almas didn't need Alejandro to arrest them, he needed them to get rid of the Cartel. So, his goal wasn't to arrest, just to gain information so he could potentially intercept some of the shipments. It wasn't much, but it was something.

They'd split up upon making it into town. Rodriguez was set to talk to a few people at the more permanent shops while Alejandro would talk to people at the market stalls. He had a sneaking suspicion that those were the people the cartel would try to use. Since they had no permanent location, their movement would be less noticeable to Alejandro and his men. Perfect for the cartel.

Alejandro had been talking with people for a few hours, meticulously gathering information and making detailed notes on every interaction. Of course, no one would tell him directly if they had taken a job from the cartel, but the people of Las Almas were good people, Alejandro could tell if something was going on with them.

All of it went into his notes. Anything that he notice, anything off, anything that seemed to be going extremely well, all of it was noted. He didn't tell the people what he was there for. He knew they knew. They knew he knew. It was as simple as that.

He'd been talking to people for well over an hour when he spotted Rudy. He'd just finished up his notes on the last person he'd talked to and was preparing himself to move further into the market, his eyes tracing across the thin crowds of people.

His eyes caught onto the nice material of a pressed button up and his eyes followed the line of exposed skin at Rudy's chest up to his face. Rudy was speaking with one of the men at a fruit stall, likely haggling prices. He had a soft smile on his face and Alejandro felt himself freezing over at the sight of it. Rudy looked just as good as he remembered and, for a brief moment, he found himself forgetting that the man was married.

It was easy to forget when he was looking. It was easy to allow himself to get caught in the lines of Rudy's jaw and the expanse of skin that had his mouth watering with the idea of tasting. He thought, in the back of his mind, that he should probably move. He shouldn't stand there and watch and let himself fall deeper into whatever traitorous thoughts had been plaguing his mind. Rudy was married. They couldn't be together.

Still, he couldn't make himself move. He couldn't make himself stop looking. Inevitably, as he had the first time they'd met, Rudy caught him.

Rudy's eyes trailed over to him and there was a brief moment of surprise that crossed his face before it faded into something soft. Something soft and amused. Alejandro hardly had any time to react before Rudy was handing a bit of money to the man behind the stall and starting toward him.

"You know," Rudy stopped in front of him, a small smile tugging at his lips, "this is the second time I've caught you staring, Vaquero."

Alejandro could feel heat shooting up his spine as embarrassment and something a touch too close to arousal flowed through him. He certainly had to be imagining the way that Rudy had dropped his voice when he'd said the word "vaquero." Certainly, his mind was just hearing what it wanted, and it certainly wanted to pretend that the look that Rudy was giving him was much less innocent than it actually was.

"Apologies," Alejandro took a step away from Rudy, causing the other to tilt his head at him curiously, "It's not my intention, I swear."

"It's alright," Rudy assured, stepping toward him to fill the space he'd just created, "I don't mind the staring, really." One of his hands reached out to just skate across the skin of Alejandro's arm. A tingle was left in the wake of the touch, pressing the feeling of Rudy deep into his bones. "Taking a trip to pick up some food? I didn't think Mexican Special Forces would get their foods locally."

"We do, actually," Alejandro tried to force himself to relax, "We try to support the locals as much as possible, helps to keep the cartel from preying on as many people if we can give them a steady income."

Rudy tilted his head at the words, "The cartel seems to have its roots here, its a bit surprising to me." He turned moved beside Alejandro and wrapped their arms together, "Apologies, I have shopping to do. Walk with me?" He started moving, leaving Alejandro practically dizzy with the feeling of him pressed so close. He couldn't have stopped himself from following Rudy if he wanted to.

"The cartel has been growing here," he nodded his head as they stopped at one of the little stalls. Rudy started to look over the vegetables being offered, but it was clear that he was listening carefully. "They're a stain on the city. They claim to help, but really all they've done is preyed on desperation that they created." His voice dropped into something dark and he could feel the familiar hatred curling in his chest.

"That's terrible," Rudy's voice was soft and it did wonders to calm the rage that seemed to want to boil over inside of him, "Is that what all of the destruction was from? Last week?"

Alejandro nodded his head solemnly, "A cartel run. They kill any outspoken opposition in the town and destroy what they can. They make people desperate so they can tempt them into paying for protection or doing odd jobs for them." He dutifully held the bag that Rudy placed into his hands, allowing the other man to load it with whatever things he needed.

"So you're here today for work I presume?" Rudy handed a bit of cash to the woman at the stall and Alejandro's keen eyes noticed the extra bit of money that he'd obviously snuck in. He didn't say a word about it and Rudy made no acknowledgment of it, he just moved on to the next stall. Alejandro followed behind.

"I am," Alejandro admitted hesitantly. He wasn't really supposed to talk about it, but Rudy's question had clearly been innocent. And, besides, the man was new in town and the house husband to a rich man, there was very little chance that he was connected to the cartel in any way. "Just little things. Information gathering." He paused for a moment before adding, "Nothing too important."

"So long as I'm not keeping you from work," Rudy shot him a smile over his shoulder and Alejandro was sure he was going to melt under the warmth of it.

"No," Alejandro assured. He cleared his throat before nervously adding, "This seems much more important."

The words brought a blush to the highs of Rudy's cheeks and the shorter man was quick to look away from him. The sight of it was enough to have pride welling up in Alejandro's chest and, for a moment, he was on cloud nine. It was squashed when he caught sight of Rudy's wedding band glinting in the sunlight as he reached for something.

The glint brought him crashing back down to reality. A terrible reality where Rudy was married to a man who snapped at him and made him flinch because he wasn't moving fast enough for his tastes. A man who, in Alejandro's opinion, was nothing compared to the man standing in front of him.

Still, Rudy was married. That was the biggest thing. Rudy was married to someone and that someone was not Alejandro. Still, he'd been so sure that the man had been flirting with him when they first met. At the very least, he knew that Rudy had understood that he was being flirted with and that rather than saying anything, he'd let Alejandro continue.

"Might I ask," Alejandro hesitated for a moment as Rudy's bright eyes turned to him, "You, uh, your husband?" Rudy seemed to deflate slightly at the mention of the man that he was married to and a tick of annoyance crossed his face. It made Alejandro wonder. "I was just, well, when we first met...you knew I was flirting, didn't you?"

Rudy took a long moment, his eyes resolutely focused on the stall in front of him. Finally, he responded, "I did."

"Why did you let me?" Alejandro stepped closer to him, needing to see Rudy's face when he answered. He had to know. The question had been plaguing him.

Again, Rudy took a moment to respond. Finally, though, he turned his head to look up at Alejandro from beneath his lashes, "I was enjoying it." He admitted quietly. "My, um, my husband. He is good, he takes care of me...but, he's not very," he seemed to hesitate for a moment before responding, "loving. He's a hard man, you know? I guess I just...well, I guess I liked feeling like someone wanted me." It seemed like Rudy wanted to say more, but he didn't. He just looked away from Alejandro with pink dusting his cheeks. "I'm sorry."

The words shouldn't have made Alejandro fall for Rudy any harder. And yet, they did.

Alejandro had a crush on a married man. He hated it. He was crushing on a man who he couldn't have, no matter how much he wanted.

He'd run into Rudy several more times and, each time, Rudy made an effort to talk to him. Each time, Rudy had been sweet and funny and he'd held Alejandro's attention until the very moment that one of them had to leave one another. Frequently, Alejandro found himself wishing that they didn't have to leave one another.

He found himself seeking out the man, something he knew he shouldn't have done. Something he knew would only make him fall harder. He just couldn't help himself. Rudy was like a drug to him and with every hit, he knew he'd need more.

It wouldn't have been so bad, having a crush on Rudy really wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the fact that Rudy's husband was a complete asshole.

Over his time spent with the other man, he'd learned. Rudy had told him his husband was a hard man. What he really meant is that the man didn't seem to care about him. Rudy had told him that his husband wasn't loving. What he really meant is that the man often let his eyes wander to others and, if Alejandro had to guess by the expression that had crossed Rudy's face, he would say he'd let his hands wander before as well.

Alejandro hated it. He couldn't have Rudy because of this man. He'd never even have a chance with the man who'd so quickly found a permanent place in his mind, and it was because of this man. And the man? Well, apparently he didn't appreciate what he had. He treated Rudy poorly. Alejandro knew that the man didn't deserve the husband he'd somehow managed to get.

But, Rudy was married. That was it. Whether Alejandro liked it or not, Rudy was a taken man. He had no chance with him.

At least, that's what he'd thought.

"Alejandro, do you think I'm good-looking?"

Alejandro stopped in his tracks, surprise washing over him. He turned rather quickly to meet the questioning gaze of Rudy. The man had stopped as well and was looking up at him with wide eyes. His nerves were clear to see on his face.

"I do," Alejandro responded after a long moment, his voice hesitant, "Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing," Rudy started to move past him, but Alejandro wasn't willing to let him leave so easily. He seemed like something was bothering him.

He grabbed Rudy's arm as the man moved past him, stopping him in place and slowly turning them to face one another. There was a long moment of silence as Rudy avoided his gaze. "Why would you ask me that question?" Alejandro reached forward to hesitant turn Rudy's face toward him. The move seemed almost too intimate, but the feeling of gently tracing his fingers along Rudy's jaw to turn his head was enough to keep him from regretting it.

"I shouldn't say," Rudy answered quietly, "Just forget I asked. It's for the best."

"No," Alejandro challenged, "You asked me for a reason. I want to know why." There was a long moment of silence between the two of them. Rudy tried to look away again, but Alejandro forced him to hold his gaze. After a moment, he roughly asked, "Was it your husband? Did he say something?"

"No," Rudy answered quickly, but Alejandro didn't believe him. Rudy had asked the question for a reason, and he knew that the man would often try his best to defend his husband's actions, no matter how much they hurt him.

"If he said something," Alejandro let out several low curses, he really disliked Rudy's husband and this felt almost like a tipping point. He just couldn't not say something. "I am tired of him saying things to you and making you think less of yourself."

"Alejo, it wasn't him."

"He does not appreciate you! Doesn't he see what he has?" Rudy stared up at him with wide eyes as he continued. He knew he should stop, but now that he'd started he just had to keep going. He gave another few curses, "This is the man who was lucky enough to marry you, this man and he treats you so poorly? I would not be so foolish. If you were my husband, you would never have to ask these questions because you would know. You would know because I would tell you with every part of me. With my words, with my hands, with my mouth, with my-"

Rudy moved quickly, his hand tangling tightly in the fabric of Alejandro's shirt. With one quick movement, he'd brought the man down the short distance to meet his lips.

The kiss was harsh and passionate, a desperate press of lips that had Alejandro reeling for several moments. He didn't hesitate to reciprocate, pressing himself closer to the warmth of Rudy's body. He pushed them back, trying to get closer and closer, trying to savor the taste of Rudy on his tongue.

Eventually, he backed the other man against one of the walls of the quiet street that they were on, pressing him harshly against the cool brick. His hands moved along Rudy's sides before eventually landing on his hips, tugging their bottom halves closer together.

One of his legs slotted itself between Rudy's, pressing his thigh temptingly against his crotch to pull a desperate gasp from Rudy's mouth.

Alejandro couldn't stop himself, not when he was so close. Not when he had some semblance of what he'd been craving. He pressed closer, licking into Rudy's mouth and savoring the sweet taste of him on his tongue. He couldn't get enough and, even as he could hear people walking past them in the street, he couldn't make himself pull away.

Rudy didn't seem to mind so much, accepting everything that he gave him with an enthusiastic response of his own. His hand had buried themselves in his hair and grabbed tight to pull him ever closer. The slight sting pulled a groan from Alejandro's lips, it was so good. Rudy was just as wonderful as he'd imagined.

After a long moment of the two trying to get themselves impossibly closer to one another, Rudy pulled away. His breathing was heavy and his lips were a delightful kissed-red color. If it hadn't been for Rudy's hand holding tight to his hair, he would have tried to capture his lips again.

There was a long moment where they just looked at one another. Rudy's eyes seemed to search across Alejandro's face, looking for something, Alejandro wasn't sure what. It didn't matter, the other man seemed to find what he was looking for.

"Alejo," he tugged Alejandro closer until their lips were just hovering over the others, "A hotel, take me to a hotel."

"Fuck," Alejandro let his head fall back against the pillow. His breathing was heavy and he felt nearly hazy with the feeling of a warm heat slowly surrounding his cock. His hands gripped tighter at the plush hips that were slowly sinking down to press tight against his own. "God," he practically choked the words out as he was finally fully enveloped in the heat of the other man's ass, "Rodolfo, you feel so-"

Rudy rolled his hips, his head tilting back at the sweet sensation that washed over him. Alejandro gave a groan, his breath still ragged. He tried to get his head on straight. "Alejandro," his name slipped from Rudy's lips like honey. Slow and sweet and all too addicting for him.

He grabbed and used his grip on Rudy's hips to lift the other man up just enough that he fuck into him from below. The move pulled a desperate gasp from Rudy's lips and Alejandro was determined to hear the noise again.

He was quick to flip them, pressing Rudy's body into the mattress with his own as he started to fuck into him at a quick pace. The movements were fast and harsh and Alejandro relished in the sounds of skin slapping skin mixing with Rudy panting his name. It was overwhelming and did nothing to help the way that his mind was going hazy.

Rudy's nails dragged along the line of his back, clawing on to him for some sort of purchase. All Alejandro could think about was how wonderful the stinging wounds would do at reminding him of this later.

There was no chance that he would forget this. There was no chance that his mind would ever let go of the way that his body had felt when he'd pressed Rudy against the door of the hotel room they'd rented. He wouldn't be able to erase the taste of Rudy's skin along his tongue. Stripping Rudy of his clothes was like slowly unwrapping a present, probably the best present he would ever get to unwrap in his life.

There was the way that Rudy's hand had felt wrapped around his cock. The noises that he made as Alejandro had helped to stretch him open around his fingers. The way that Rudy had pressed Alejandro back onto the bed to slowly spear himself on his cock. It would remain clear in Alejandro's mind and, whether this was the first of many or the only time that Alejandro would be allowed to touch him, he was sure it would all remain perfectly intact to him. He knew he'd be able to recall it all perfectly in years, as though he would have only experiences it days before.

He attached his lips to Rudy's neck, licking and kissing along the expanse of skin laid before him. He couldn't help but give a quick nip at the flesh, leaving his mark was just too tempting. He was brought back to earth with a quick tug on his hair as Rudy moaned out, "No marks!" He ran his tongue over the skin to apologize and buried the disappointment he felt deep in his gut, letting the pleasure panging through him wash it away.

"Alejandro," Rudy clawed at his back again and wrapped his legs around his waist, trying to tug him closer, "So- oh fuck, so, so good!" He gave a desperate whine that had Alejandro's cock twitching inside of him. Having Rudy so desperate for him was something he was relishing in. "Let- hmmm, please! Let me-"

Alejandro never gave up his unrelenting pace, losing himself between Rudy's thighs. He didn't think he ever wanted to be found.

The quick pace had Rudy stuttering over himself, unable to get his thoughts out around the pleasure that was being pulled from him with quick hard thrusts. His face was a delightful pink in color and Alejandro took pleasure in seeing a haze that matched his own in Rudy's eyes. He would say he was doing a fairly good job.

Good job or not, it clearly wasn't enough for Rudy who, with a surprising show of strength, flipped them back over so that he was straddling Alejandro's waist. There was a small struggle as Alejandro tried to flip them back over and Rudy fought back against him. It ended with Rudy pinning Alejandro's hands beside his head, leaning his body down into the hold to help keep Alejandro still.

"Rudy-"

"Come on, Vaquero," Rudy purred through his desperate pants for air, "You offered to let me have a ride didn't you?"

"I offered to show you how," Alejandro responded, struggling just a bit again, "I can show you if you'll let me have my hands, Conejito."

"Oh no, no," Rudy rolled his hips down against him, pulling several moaned-out curses from Alejandro's lips, "I know how to ride, let me show you, Vaquero." Alejandro was sure he'd died and gone to heaven.

Ever so slowly, Rudy released his hands. As soon as he was sure that Alejandro wasn't going to move, he sat back up fully, his hands tracing carefully along Alejandro's chest as he did. He allowed his fingers to just trace over Alejandro's nipples, pulling a small whine from the man as he did.

Once Rudy was up fully, he leaned back to brace himself on Alejandro's thighs. He moved with deliberate slowness, raising himself off of Alejandro's cock until only the tip was left inside of him. He paused for one long teasing moment before dropping back down quickly until Alejandro was once again fully sheathed inside of him.

The movement sent pleasure sparking up Alejandro's spine. His hands shot to Rudy's thighs, holding on tightly for any sort of purchase as Rudy started a slow and deliberate pace, building the heat within them bit by bit.

It was slow, but it was hard and with every move, Alejandro seemed to hit deeper and deeper inside of him with every slam of Rudy's hips. It was the perfect slow build and, as the pleasure seemed to pile in on itself, Alejandro found himself a shaking mess. He could only manage to get a few curses, moans, and calls of Rudy's name out around the way that the other man was riding him. The slow build of pleasure and the constant slide of heat was too much for him.

Rudy seemed just as desperate. His cock was leaking, precum smearing his skin and occasionally dripping down onto Alejandro's skin. His eyes were practically rolled into the back of his head and Alejandro could feel the way that he was clenching around him. The little moans and desperate pleas of his name had Alejandro gripping tighter to his thighs as the pleasure became almost too much.

When it finally seemed that Alejandro couldn't take any more of the pleasure being wrung from his body, it all snapped. With a strong wave over his entire body, Alejandro was shaking, riding a continuous high that was maintained for several moments by Rudy's continuously desperate movements.

Everything felt so good, even as it started to become too much for him. It didn't matter, it was good and he felt like he was going to burst at the seams from the feelings that were pulled from his body.

Still, through his haze, he could see Rudy struggling to keep going, the pleasure pounding at him was too much and Alejandro could see the shake in his legs. He moved then, taking Rudy's cock in his hand and beginning quick tight strokes over the member. The reaction was instant and, despite his hips ceasing their movements, Rudy was finishing over Alejandro's hands in only a few moments.

It didn't quite hit Alejandro until he and Rudy were getting dressed to leave the hotel room. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Rudy pulled his wedding band from the pocket of his pants and slipped it onto his finger. It was in the gleam of it in the light that he realized what he'd done.

Alejandro had slept with a married man and, as Rudy pulled him into a slow kiss, he knew that he would be doing it again.

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Shadow of Yourself [7/18]

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

A/N: the beginning of season three!! and literally not a single scene in this chapter is from the actual episodes so, enjoy lol. this chapter is also a bit shorter then previous ones but i promise this is just the beginning. season three is gonna be the angsty.

Based off of: Cobra Kai 03x01, 03x02 and 03x03 Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that), bullying, etc. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

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THE FINAL STRAW:

Miguel was in a coma.

Robby was on the run.

And Eli…

Everything had gone to sh*t. In a matter of moments.

Nothing was right anymore. That school fight never should’ve happened. Just the thought of it made fear strike deep within you, crawl up the back of your throat and stay there, like a constant reminder of what had happened and why it had happened. Ever since Cobra Kai came to the All Valley, nothing had been right–karate had changed everything.

Karate was the reason why you lost Eli. 

It was the reason why Miguel was in a coma.

It was the reason why Robby was on the run.

…But really, no matter how much you felt like blaming karate–it was your fault.

You weren’t strong enough. You weren’t able to stop Tory from attacking Sam, from gauging her arm, nor had you been able to stop Miguel and Robby from going at each other. You weren’t there when it happened, when… Miguel was pushed because you were trying to stop Eli. And you hadn’t. You hadn’t done anything. 

You never did anything.

A series of rings echoes beside you, your good hand–the hand not in a brace currently– shaking as you hold your phone before you. The contact read ‘mom’ and honestly, you were too afraid to answer it. You knew what she was calling about–the fight at the school. That and the fact that you’d had to go to the hospital for your wrist, which turned out only to be a minor sprain. You have no doubt the school and probably the hospital had called her.

You could only imagine how mad she was.

Swallowing thickly, you force yourself to answer it, swiping across the screen before shakily pressing the phone against your ear.

You hear your mother before you even get the chance to say hello.

“A school fight! What in the world were you even thinking! Why didn’t you tell me you’d joined karate in the first place? I had to hear from the school that you’d attacked two boys. Jesus, Y/N, you’re lucky they didn’t suspend you!”

Biting your lip, you glance down at your lap as she continues to yell. That familiar static echoes in your ear as you feel your eyes water, your vision blurry and your heart start to race. It’s starting to feel hard to breathe, you realize somewhere along the way, and that familiar terror is stuck at the back of your throat, as if holding you hostage.

“Well? What do you have to say for your–” There’s a pause, her voice halts, then, softly, your mother adds; “Y/N, are you crying?”

“It’s all gone horrible, mom.” You cry out, lip wobbling as your voice breaks, feeling your eyes water as you press a hand to your chest, fist clenching your shirt tightly. “I tried to make it better, I… I tried to fix it but I just made things worse… Miguel’s in a coma and Robby is on the run and I don’t know if either are going to be okay. And–And Eli tried to hurt Demetri, mom, he did hurt him…and I was trying to stop him but…” You can’t finish your words, a sob breaking past your lips as you bring your knees to your chest.

“Y/N, ho-honey…” Your mothers voice breaks through the sobs, “why didn’t you call me? Why didn’t you tell me?”

You just shake your head, even though she can’t see you. “You always say you’re going to be home and you never are. It wouldn’t have mattered.”

“Y/N, you know I try my best–”

“It doesn’t matter!” You cut in, forgetting yourself for a moment as you let your emotions get the better of you. You knew your mom did everything she did for you, you were just tired of hearing it. Hearing all of it. The excuses, the broken promises…you couldn’t handle it anymore. Going home to an empty house, knowing that no matter what happened, she was never There. You’d lost your father a long time ago, but you can’t remember the last time you had your mother either. 

“I’m always alone, I never have anyone to talk to you.” You explain, gripping your phone so tightly it starts to hurt. “You don’t even know who Robby and Miguel are! You hardly even have time to talk on the phone anymore, let alone send a single text. You told me you’d be home a month ago and you’re still not home! None of it matters.”

There’s a beat of silence, then, “Y/N, honey. I’m gonna come home, okay? And then–”

“Oh, save it.” You scoff, eyes narrowing as you hastily brush at the tears stream down your cheeks. “I’ve heard you say that so many times that I doubt you ever will come home.”

“I’m gonna order a ticket–”

Yeah, right. 

“Don’t bother.” You huff, pulling your phone away from yourself and pressing the end button before she can say anything else. There’s a slight adrenaline rush that runs through you at the thought of the way you treated your mom, but… but you felt it was justified. She only cared now because the school was harassing her.

If you’d just continued to be the good daughter you were, she never would’ve cared.

You doubted she’d even actually come home.

-

“Was that Sam?”

Turning at the sound of your voice, Demetri frowns. “Yeah, she just… ran off.”

“It’s probably just hard for her, you know,” you explain, meeting Demetri’s eyes as you both move to walk up the stairs. “I mean, she was right there when it happened.” Swallowing thickly, you glance at the railing, the one you were told Miguel was pushed off of and try to ignore the way your heart races.

You hadn’t even been there and it already terrified you–you can’t imagine how Sam felt.

“We just need to give her some time,” you add, turning to Demetri with a small smile. “Then I’m sure she’ll be okay.”

He nods, before adding; “what about you? Are… Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you shrug, forcing a smile to curl onto your lips, hoping it’s enough to convince Demetri of your otherwise clear lie. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Frowning, Demetri shakes his head. “Y/N…–”

“I’m fine, Demetri,” you repeat, cutting in before he can continue. Turning to him, you meet his eyes. “Honestly, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Demetri seems hesitant to believe you, shuffling on his feet before reluctantly he nods, “if you’re sure.”

“Of course.”

He nods, slowly, unsurely, before finally he relents. “Well, I’ve got to go. I have first period with Yasmine and I think this year will be the one.”

Quirking a brow at Demetri, you just lightly scoff, shaking your head as you watch him rush off in the other direction. He has a pep in his step as he walks, and honestly, you’re just happy hasn’t let the whole Eli situation get him down–at least, as much as it has you. You know he has his own worries that he keeps to himself, but, overall you admire his ability to stay positive.

Making your way over to your locker, you just manage to open it as a new voice calls out; “how’d you hurt your wrist?”

Instantly, you recognize the voice.

Licking your lips, you close your locker door slightly, enough to meet Eli’s eyes as he comes to a stop directly next to you. He makes himself comfortable, leaning against the locker next to yours as he waits for you to answer.

“You should know already,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “Given that it was your friends that attacked me.”

You’ve turned away, focusing on grabbing the books and stuff you need for your first period. But, when a minute passes and Eli still doesn’t say anything, your brows are furrowing in confusion, turning your head back to look at him only to see wide eyes staring back at you. His lips have parted, and he seems genuinely confused.

“No, he doesn’t know. Which means he can’t stop me either.”

That’s what his friends had said.

“You really didn’t know,” you whisper, lips left parted as the realization dawns on you.

“That they attacked you?” Eli shakes his head, “of course not. I… I told them to leave you alone.”

Briefly, you warmed at the fact that despite everything, Eli still wouldn’t hurt you or want you hurt. It’s a meaningless thought, because what did that matter in comparison to the fact that he did want Demetri hurt and had actively tried to do so multiple times? But still, you can’t help the way your heart flutters in response to his words.

Shuffling back on your feet, to create a bit of distance between the both of you, you shake your head. “Some friends you have,” you scoff.

Eli just takes a step towards you, causing you to tense, as he shakes his head. “Listen, I had no idea they were gonna go after you. I would’ve stopped them but–”

“But you were too busy trying to hurt Demetri.”

Eli’s eyes narrow, insulted at your words. He falters for a moment, not sure what to say, before he continues; “what about you? You said you cared about me, you sure have a funny way of showing it.”

Disbelief coursing through you, you step towards Eli, “you’re the one who walked away!” At the way your voice spikes and you get a few looks from students walking by, you lower your voice, shaking your head. “You’re the one who left. I was… I do like you, Eli but you said that didn’t matter. Because you’re not Eli anymore.”

“Yeah, I’m not,” he shrugs, “I’m Hawk.”

Rolling your eyes, you step back; “you’re a bully. And I’m not dating a bully.”

His shoulders tense, and his jaw sets. You watch as anger floods his gaze, not knowing just exactly what those words mean to him, the look on his face wavering slightly as he licks his lips, swallowing thickly. “I can show you.”

You pause, confused; “show me what?”

His entire persona changes. He takes a step towards you, body easing as a confident smirk curls across his lips. Your eyes widen as he sets his arm on your locker, directly next to your head, leaving no room between the both of you. “That the new me is better.”

Meeting his eyes, you falter slightly. Your lips part, to argue, but nothing ends up leaving your lips as you just stare back at him. And at your continued silence, a smile curls onto Eli’s lips instead of the smirk, slowly but surely, and before you know it, he’s grinning brightly at you.

“You’ll see,” he adds. “I’ll make sure of it.”

-

Meet me at the skatepark. Please.

The text had been from an anonymous number. However, you had a pretty good feeling you knew who it was from. 

The second you’d gotten it, you’d dropped everything. Nothing else seemed to matter more in that moment as you rushed over to the skatepark, a single backpack with you, unable to stop the hope that floods your being. And the second you get there, your suspicions are confirmed when you see a familiar head of brown hair. It’s shorter than you remember it being and he looks slightly different, but… but that was to be expected given what had happened.

“Robby.” Your voice is soft as you call, not wanting to attract unwanted attention–given that he was still on the run. 

The second he hears your voice, he turns to you, and the expression on his face breaks your heart.

“Here,” he calls, gesturing to you to follow him as he leads you through a few alleys, tucking the both of you away from unwanted attention. The second you’re both alone, he turns back to you, shuffling on his feet slightly in what you can only assume is nerves. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to go to.”

“It’s–It’s okay, Robby,” you assure, smiling at him. “I’m glad you texted. I… I was really worried about you.”

Robby frowns, avoiding your gaze as he glances down at his feet. “You don’t… You don’t hate me for what I did?”

“Did you mean to do it?”

“Of course not,” he says quickly, without an ounce of hesitation.

“Then, no,” you simply shrug, smiling at him.

Relief floods his gaze, shoulders dropping as he nods, a small smile managing to curl onto his lips. 

“And–And Sam too,” you decide to add, not sure if bringing up her name was the smartest thing. By the way he flinches slightly at the sound of her name, you wonder if it was but… but he had to know. You wanted him to know, too. “I don’t think she blames you either. She’s worried about you, like I am. We… We all are.”

Robby just shakes his head; “I can't… I mean, I… Miguel’s in a coma because of me.”

You shake your head; “I’m not asking you to do anything. I.. I just wanted you to know.”

He nods, fiddling with his hands, “thank you.”

“And Robby, here,” pulling the backpack off of your shoulders, you turn to him with a smile, kneeling just slightly so you can open it properly. “I didn’t know what you needed so I just grabbed some food, some of my dad's old clothes and then some hygienic stuff, like deodorant and–”

You’re cut off by the feeling of arms wrapping around you. Stilling in response to the sudden contact, your lips parting as you feel Robby pull you closer, hugging you tightly. It takes you a moment, a brief second of hesitation, because you’ve never been this close with Robby, before slowly your arms move to return his hug, slowly wrapping around his shoulders as you feel yourself smile slightly in contentment.

You let your head fall into the curve of his neck, not realizing how much you’d needed a hug yourself.

When he pulls back, his cheeks are slightly warm. “I, uh, thank you. For everything.”

“Of course,” you nod, swallowing thickly, “I’m not here to tell you to do anything. The only one who can decide what is best is you, but just… please, take care of yourself.”

“I will,” Robby assures, nodding. “Thank you.”

“And, if you need anything else, you can always reach out to me.”

-

“Miguel–!”

Halting at the sight of Eli, the smile on your face falters slightly as both him and Miguel turn to look at you.

The second you’d heard Miguel had woken up from his coma and was allowed visitors, you’d wasted nothing and dropped practically everything–rushing straight over to the hospital. While you guess you should’ve expected it, given you knew Eli and Miguel were close friends, you hadn’t exactly expected to quite literally run into him.

“Eli,” you mumble, shoulders falling as you hesitate at the door. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“I was actually just leaving,” Eli explains, turning back to look at Miguel before you. “I’ll let you catch up.”

You nod, not knowing what else to say as him and Miguel say their goodbyes. You find it slightly odd that he was so easy about leaving, not trying or saying anything. And as Eli walks past you, you meet his eyes, a frown on your lips as he slips past you.

But he just smiles at you, softly.

“Well, I see that’s going as well as I remember.”

Turning to Miguel, you flush slightly. Shaking your head, you make your way over to him, coming to a stop directly beside his hospital bed. “Sorry,” you mumble, shuffling on your feet slightly. “I just… well, it doesn’t matter.” You brush off, realizing you came here today for Miguel, not to talk about yourself and Eli. “How are you, Miguel? I rushed over as soon as I heard you were allowed visitors.”

Miguel shrugs, “I’m okay,” he mumbles, and by the tone of his voice you can tell he’s anything but. “What about you? What happened to your wrist?”

“Oh this?” You hold up your hand, shaking your head. “It’s nothing. Just a sprain.”

“I wouldn’t have thought you’d get involved in the fight.”

Hugging your arm, you frown; “yeah, well, I didn’t really have much of a choice.”

Miguel's brows furrow, confusion flooding his gaze. But just as he moves to ask, you shake your head. “Enough about me,” you brush off, waving away his concern and confusion. “Are they treating you well here?”

Miguel just snorts. “Yeah, it’s been fine. My mom and yaya have been visiting lots, so...”

Nodding, you swallow thickly, asking the question that’s been on your mind.

“Did… they say when you’d be able to get out of here?”

Miguel’s entire stature changes then. His body tenses as this look washes over his eyes, and instantly you know you should’ve just kept the question to yourself.

“They say I, uh… might not be able to walk again.”

Eyes widening, your lips part. “Miguel…”

Meeting your gaze, he shrugs; “yeah.”

“I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“But still,” you shake your head, moving to set your hand over his own. “If there’s anything I can do, please… please tell me.”

Smiling softly, though it doesn’t meet his eyes, Miguel nods. “Thanks Y/N.”

You smile at him and the two of you continue to talk for a while before you excuse yourself when a nurse comes in. Miguel seems reluctant for you to leave and you can imagine he’s tired of having nurses constantly checking him and doing tests all day, but you also know it’s needed–so, with a simple wave and a smile, you tell him you’ll be back to visit soon and move to make your way out of the hospital.

Only, to stop when you see Eli standing there.

“Hey,” he calls, nodding at you.

“Hey,” you say slowly, crossing your arms over your chest as you narrow your eyes at him. “What are you still doing here?”

“I waited for you.” He explains with a shrug, “I thought I’d walk you home.”

Brows furrowing, you shake your head. “That’s oddly nice of you.”

He just chuckles, “you don’t have to act so surprised.”

Staying rooted in your spot, you hesitate to follow. 

“I can show you.”

“Show me what?”

“That the new me is better.”

He had said that. You just… hadn’t expected him to actually do anything about it. 

Eli was the one who’d walked away from you that night, in your bathroom. When he’d told you he missed the two of you hanging out, being together, when he’d gotten jealous and frustrated over Demetri and then Robby–when you’d told him you still liked him. He’d been the one to walk away, to leave you–so why was he suddenly so determined to change your mind about him?

“No ulterior motives,” he assures, holding his hands out before him as he shakes his head. “I just wanted to walk you home.”

Reluctantly, you can’t find anything to argue against that, so;

“Okay.”

And so you let him.

Surprisingly, it goes… well. Really well. Eli, while different, still feels like Eli and you find yourself smiling, laughing… more than you’re sure you have in a long time. You genuinely feel happy, a giddy feeling in your chest as you walk next to him. It’s like it used to be, at least somewhat. You’re laughing with him, joking around and there’s no tension.

He doesn’t bring up Demetri or really anything--it’s just about the two of you.

Maybe Demetri winning during the school fight made Eli realize a few things.

Maybe he was finally going back to being himself.

You let the hope flood through you, even though deep down a voice tells you not to. You can’t help it and you’re tired of fighting it, tired of pretending like your heart isn’t hurting because you’d lost Eli–if he really was trying to be better, then… who were you to deny it?

If he really was trying to be better then maybe something was finally going right.

At least, that’s what you think, until you reach your house and see your mom standing on the front porch. She looks angry, her lips set into a straight line and eyes narrowed as she stares down at you, not daring to look away. She must’ve been waiting there for a while if the look on her face is anything to go by.

So, she really had come home.

You freeze, coming to a stop as Eli pauses in response, confused at what was wrong for a moment until he sees your mom--just standing there. Then suddenly the confusion turns into concern and Eli’s gaze is flickering back and forth from you to your mom.

“I thought you said she wasn’t going to be back until the end of the month.” He comments, frowning down at you.

“Yeah,” you nod, meeting her eyes. “I thought that too.”

Eli hesitates a moment before he turns to you completely. “Did you–”

“It’s okay, Eli,” you turn to him, swallowing thickly and forcing back your own discomfort. “Thank you for walking me home,” you smile, “I actually had a good time.”

He blinks at that, gaze softening as he nods, unable to stop the grin that curls onto his lips. “Of course,” he laughs, “I’ll, uh, see you at school?”

“I’ll see you at school.”

Sending him a small wave, you watch him walk off for a moment before taking a deep breath in, turning back to your mom as you make your way up to your front porch.

“Where have you been?”

It’s the first question that leaves her mouth and instantly, you roll your eyes. 

“Out,” you explain shortly, walking past her into the house.

“Where?”

She’s right on your heels, following you into the kitchen as you grab a glass from the cupboard, moving to get yourself some orange juice. “At the hospital, Miguel woke up from his coma.”

She nods, and the second you’re done pouring your glass, you move to walk past her.

She stops you, grabbing you by your arm.

“I want to talk,” she explains, “about what happened at the school.”

“Well, I don’t want to,” you say plainly.

“I’m home, aren’t I? I’m here, so talk to me.”

Pausing, you shake your head. Meeting her eyes, you say bluntly; “it’s too late, mom.”

Then, pulling her hand off your arm, you just continue to walk, ignoring the way she calls after you.

-

You couldn’t believe this.

You… You believed him.

“Was this your big plan? Huh?”

Back turned to you, you watch as Eli’s shoulders tense.

“Get me to trust you and then just go behind my back?”

Slowly turning around, Eli brushes off Mitch who is with him, silently telling him to go away as he meets your gaze. Your own is narrowed, anger flooding your gaze as you stare back at him, feeling your fists shake next to your side. You didn’t care who was around, you were too angry to even register where you were, right outside Cobra Kai–all you knew was that Eli was here and that’s all that mattered.

It was just like that night--the night he’d trashed Miyagi-Do. Only this time you were ten times angrier and it felt like you were seeing red.

“Y/N–”

“I can't believe you,” you cut him off, stepping towards him. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? I was there!”

Shaking his head, Eli moves to grab you. “You don’t understand, I was just–”

You slap his hand away, “I understand perfectly. You beat up Nate and stole the money that we raised for Miguel’s surgery.” Scoffing, you roll your eyes, “the worst part is I actually believed you were trying to be better. I actually believed that maybe you’d realized Cobra Kai was wrong and that–”

“I never told you Cobra Kai was wrong,” he interrupts, jaw clenching. “It’s not my fault you wanted to believe more than what was true.”

“Yeah, you’re right. It is my fault,” you agree, nodding at him as you step towards him. There’s barely a breath of room left between the both of you, “my fault for thinking you could be anything other than a f*cking bully.”

“I’m not a bully.” Eli argues.

“Yeah? Your actions beg to differ.” You huff, stepping back as you let your hand fall back to your side. “I’m done, Eli. With all of this. With Cobra Kai, with this stupid war, with you.”

At that, Eli’s face falls, panic flooding his gaze as he takes a moment to process your words.

“What the h*ll do you mean by that?”

“I don’t want to see you anymore, Eli,” you shrug, absolutely exasperated as you shake your head at him. “I don’t want to talk to you. I’m sick and tired of getting my hopes up only for you to break my heart over and over again. God… The worst part is I like you so much that it hurts, but I can’t bare to even look at you.”

Eli steps towards you, just as you move to walk, grabbing you by the arm. “Don’t say that. Don’t walk away.” He pleads, grip tightening on your arm briefly as the desperation sets in.

Anything to get you to stay.

But you won’t. You don’t want to.

You just meet his eyes, not saying a single thing, ripping your arm out of his grasp and pushing him back by the chest. He stumbles for a moment, just managing to catch his balance as you turn.

“Y/N.” He calls, watching your back grow further and further away from him. “Please.”

You hear it, but you don’t care.

Not anymore.