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komotionlessqueenmm · 1 year

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I've practically been stalking your old ivan drago content and saw your imagine prompt for being Rocky's younger sister and having a crush on Ivan, can you IMAGINE the idea of you, being Rocky's younger sister, seeking ivan out after his life changing loss because you know what that means for him? Just being soft and understanding because even though your brother won (and there's a good reason as to why that's the appropriate ending cough cough) you feel the need to offer a shoulder and comfort ivan because you see him for what he is, the product of having to please such a demanding regime? Maybe it's just my penchant to see big strong antagonists and want to hold their face in my hands lol (like iceman, my beloved)

Gah dammit now I wanna write about this!!!!

(No seriously tho I love this, I have daydreamed about it so many times, just needed someone to convince me to write about it! But I'm doing this as a headcanon instead of an actual story because I don't think I can properly get across what I want to get across. Which is why I never wrote about this despite fantasizing about it.)

Headcanon/Preference # 28

Pictures NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*I'm randomly coming back to this request because I saw it in my drafts, and I'm dabbling with a few pieces with Dolphs characters again, so I wanted to finish this one. That being said, I've actually got a story I'm working on based loosely on that imagine, it's got a fun little twist to it though. So keep an eye out for that, and I apologize this took so long, but that's honestly kinda just how I roll. 😅 ALSO this isn't exactly what you asked for, but I think you'll enjoy it regardless! MY BAD!

☓Before the fight☓

☭ So before the fight you'd only seen Ivan on the TV screen. But even then you could see him for who he really was. And apparently you were the only one who could, so you kept your thoughts to yourself.

☭ You more or less threatened your brother to take you with him to Russia. And he of course tried reasoning with you, but you'd made up your mind, and he wasn't going to change it.

☭ Rocky was of course worried that the cold might get to you, so he made sure you were bundled to the nine every single day. It was sweet, but a little annoying at the same time. And you had to admit the cold was definitely harsher in Russia than Philadelphia, and that was saying something.

☭ But despite the cold, and the harsh glare from the locals, you found yourself enjoying the landscape scenery.

☭ You helped to encourage your brothers training, and despite having lost your old friend Apollo to him, you couldn't help but find yourself enamored in a way with the Soviet boxer. A fact that you kept under lock and key.

☭ You wondered most nights what would happen in the end. What would happen to Rocky if he lost? What would Ivan go through if he lost? There was just so much at stake, and you couldn't decide who you wanted to come out victorious. Well both of them if you had it your way, but you knew that wasn't an opinion.

☭ You often replayed the fight he had with Apollo in your head. You'd seen how Apollo's theatrics effected him, and how unbothered he'd been by Apollo's taunting. How precious he was, and how powerful.

☭ It made you worry for your brother, but you knew he was one tough son of a bitch. You'd been there for every single one of Rocky's fights after all, even back when he was fighting in shitty clubs.

☓During the fight☓

☭ You were sorta like Rocky's coach at this point, well maybe not coach but rather his hype-man, always had been. So you were with him when he went out to the ring, and beside him in the ring.

☭ You had to admit, seeing Ivan up close for the first time... Jesus he was huge... And very intimidating with his cold expression. Queue your curiosity and worry both spiking.

☭ You shook hands with his team, per the typical routine, and when you were about to turn and leave the ring. You found Ivan staring at you, making eye contact, and maintaining it for far longer than you probably should have.

☭ Rocky noticed your hesitance, and gently bumped his shoulder with yours, knocking you out of your stupor. You offered your older brother a small smile, and he gently bumped your chin with his glove, drawing a proper smile from you. Which in turn made him smile.

☭ He didn't even notice Ivan had been staring at you, or that Ivan continued to do so as you left the ring. But the announcers? The fans? They noticed. So around the world people wondered if maybe it had been a bad idea letting you go to this fight.

☭ Before the fight started, you stood beside the ropes in Rocky's corner, and made good on tradition. Resting your foreheads together you said a prayer and wished him luck, smiling when he kissed the crown of your head before breaking away.

☭ All throughout the fight, you found yourself feeling rather queasy, you'd never experienced that before during any of Rocky's fights. You knew subconsciously because it wasn't just because of your worry for Rocky.

☭ You realized pretty quickly into the fight, that far more was riding on Ivan winning than Rocky. For Rocky if he lost, he would have been humiliated, and failed in avenging Apollo... But Ivan. You knew he would suffer far worse if he lost.

☭ You didn't have to speak Russian to know that his entire life would be determined by the outcome of this fight. If he won he'd be a hero, like Rocky was back home. But if he lost, odds are he'd loose everything he's come to know. How perceptive of you.

☭ Often you'd find yourself looking to Ivan when they were separated for a short break. Almost always finding him already staring at you, his expression dark and furious. Which admittedly made you a little nervous, but you didn't feel his frustration was directed at you.

☭ By the time they were both bloody and exhausted, you were on the brink of tears. And both men had noticed. Rocky trying to comfort you as best he could during his breaks, despite the fact that his state of mind was more important. (Something you kept reminding him about, but he didn't care. He's a good brother.)

☭ Ivan did nothing but watch, wondering if you were afraid for your brother, afraid for himself, or if perhaps you were afraid of him at this point? A series of thoughts that only confused him, and distracted him more than he'd care to admit.

☭ When Ivan picked that man up by his throat, you found that the tears had finally escaped, rolling down the apples of your cheeks as he shouted in Russian. His eyes found yours in the commotion, and he was certain he'd gotten his answer to his earlier ponderings.

☭ Little did he know you were crying for him, not because of his actions.

☓After the fight☓

☭ The crowd had boomed with excitement, and many people rushed the ring to celebrate with Rocky. You had watched as Ivan was led out by his team, and you didn't think twice about following them.

☭ When his team realized you'd followed them, they tried to shoo you away, but then Ivan noticed it was you, and barked at them to leave in his native tongue. Perplexed they complied and left you alone in the locker room.

☭ "What are you doing here?" He questioned, his accent think and heavy, like honey to your ears. "I..." You were at a loss for words. "I'm not sure... I-." He scoffed at you before turning away, looking at himself in the mirror, and glancing at you through it.

☭ "I guess I just wanted to see how you were... If you're... If you're okay." You tried to make sense of the way you felt, you knew you were drawn to him, you just didn't know why. He simply kept watching you through the mirror as you fumbled adorably over your explanation.

☭ But what you said next really caught him by surprise. "Your hands... Are your hands okay?" You'd asked, now looking at him through the mirror, he turned to you with confusion evident on his expression. No one ever asked if his hands were okay after a fight before, not even his wife.

☭ "I'm usually the one that mends Rocky's hands after a fight... Are your... Are your hands okay?" You explained yourself, taking a tentative step towards him, freezing in place when he stepped towards you.

☭ "You are afraid of me." He stated. "Not exactly." You quickly defended yourself. "I'm not afraid of you... I'm anxious around you." You added, thinking he'd accept that response. "What is the difference?" Ivan argued, watching you approach him.

☭ "My heart is racing, but it isn't because of fear." You tried to explain, feeling incredibly sheepish, especially considering you knew he was married. "I know fear... And you do not inflect fear in me." You added, sort of hoping he wouldn't understand what you meant.

☭ Thankfully he did. "I feel it as well." He admitted in a soft tone, not wanting to startle you as you gently unwrapped his wrist wraps. He noticed how you flushed at his confession, it made him smile softly.

☭ You tended to his busted up hands with a gentle touch, more gentle than he's used to. And by the time you'd finished, he couldn't help himself and he kissed you.

☭ It was tender the way he tilted your head back with his index finger, slowly leaning in to give you the opportunity to turn away if you wanted, but you didn't turn away.

☭ It's probably the most wholesome moment of his life, and yes I'm taking into account the birth of his son Viktor.

☭ You were just so sweet, peering up at him with big doe eyes. Foreheads resting together you both forgot about the world around you, if only for a moment.

☭ Ivan just wanted to wrap you in his arms and stay that way forever. He wasn't sure why he was so drawn to you, but he had been enamored with you long before you even knew about him.

☭ Granted you had just been a face on the screen of his TV, but that didn't stop his heart from fluttering at the mere sight of you. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps you were made for eachother, separated from eachother across the world.

☭ After what felt like hours the moment was ruined, because down the hall you could hear Rocky calling your name, probably worried sick about where you'd disappeared to.

☭ "I have to go." You whispered, despite not wanting to. "I know." Ivan murmured equally saddened. "Until we meet again." He added before giving you one last kiss, breaking away and leaving right before Rocky barged in. His heart shattering in his chest, as he knew you'd probably never see eachother again.

☭ "There you are!" Rocky breathed a sigh of relief, and practically fell into your arms. He never questioned why you were in Ivan's locker room, and he never questioned why you'd run off like that. (He had a feeling he didn't want to know.)

☓Years later☓

◈ You hadn't seen him since his fight against Rocky. And you wondered if he'd even recognize you anymore. Or if you'd even see him that is.

◈ You knew about his son, and his determination to fight Adonis Creed.

◈ What you hadn't honestly expected, was for him to show up your brother's restaurant, atleast not unannounced.

◈ "Rocky we need-" You cut yourself off as you laid eyes on him, he looked even more handsome than you'd remembered. Frozen in place you jumped when Rocky touched your arm.

◈ "You okay?" He asked with a soft expression, wordlessly pulling you into a hug when you nodded your head yes.

◈ "(Y/n)." Ivan had approached you both, and you could tell Rocky didn't trust him. "Hello Ivan." You smiled softly, those old butterflies from before fluttering around in your belly.

◈ You'd secretly been sending letters to Ivan for years, and while you sent them religiously, you only ever received a handful in return. Not that you minded, you understood, better than anyone.

◈ "Still so beautiful." He mused as if Rocky wasn't standing right there, his hand coming up to brush his knuckles across your cheek bone. Rocky was quick to put himself between you and Ivan of course, ever the protective brother.

◈ "Rock." You placed your arm on his bicep, gently tugging at his arm, a reassuring smile on your face when he turned to look at you. "It's okay." You reached up cupping your brothers cheek, smiling as you felt him relax under your touch.

◈ When you looked to Ivan again, you asked him if he would like to take a small walk. Rocky immediately tried arguing against it, but you assured him you would be fine, and he listened to you begrudgingly.

◈ "You look good Ivan." You'd mused as you walked side by side, just the two of you, as he'd made Viktor wait in the car. "I've missed you." He admitted, making you smile. "And I've missed you." You found it funny that he could still make you blush.

◈ "I kept all of your letters." He added in a soft tone, again making you smile. "Yeah?" You stopped walking and he turned to you, taking your hands in his. "Of course." He smiled.

◈ "You were always on my mind." Ivan murmured quietly before wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his head into your neck. You quickly wrapped your arms around his large shoulders, your right hand coming to rest against the back of his head.

◈ "You know... I never married." You mused thoughtfully, hoping he wouldn't think you crazy. "I couldn't bring myself to love anyone else." You added when he pulled back from the hug.

◈ "I would have given anything to have you by my side, helping me raise Viktor." Ivan closed his eyes for a moment, thinking back on his fantasy. "Want about now?" You wondered aloud before you could stop yourself, and Ivan smirked.

◈ "You would want that? Want me?" He asked with a small smile, adoration shining in his eyes. You cupped his face between your hands, pulling him down to your height so you shared the same air. "It's all I've ever wanted Ivan." He visibility melted into your touch.

◈ Needless to say the world was shocked to see you by Ivan's side, and even more so when you announced your engagement. Rocky tried to "reason" with you, claiming it was a rash decision. But you told him about everything, the moment you shared with Ivan in Russia, the letters, and the way he made you feel, the way he'd always made you feel.

◈ Rocky came to realize your love for Ivan, was like his love for Adrian. He knew you never really dated, or let yourself get attached, especially after his fight with Ivan. And despite his past with the Russian, he supported you (warning Ivan about what would happen if he broke your heart like any good brother would.), and he attended your wedding of course.

#Headcanon #ivan drago x reader #ivan drago #Ivan drago headcanon #Ivan drago imagine #Ivan drago x you #Ivan drago x y/n #rocky balboa #Rocky 4 #rocky iv #Rocky headcanon #Rocky 4 headcanon #dolph lundgren #reader insert #fluff #requested #Rocky imagine #rocky x reader #Rocky x you

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 2 months

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After doing some thinking on this, I think the most interesting movie in the Creed-Rocky universe is “Creed II”:

While most of the movies in the franchise are good, Creed II fascinates me since it’s actually different in how it approaches the main conflict. Most of the movies follow the same formula of underdog boxer must triumph over superior opponent, while Creed II feels more focused on the behind-the-scenes drama and history.

This movie could’ve easily just been a revenge story. Adonis wants to avenge his dad, so he beats up the son of his dad’s killer. However, it feels like the writers of the movie wanted to dig deeper into this. While the revenge story would be simpler and more theatrical, Creed II instead asks the audience how this would be realistically.

And the answer is…really sad, actually.

You’d think that Adonis would be at Kill Bill-levels of vengeful, but he’s not. Instead, he’s more frustrated by how he’s expected to want to avenge his father. He just became world champion and yet the media is only talking about him fighting Viktor Drago. Even Donnie admits you can’t talk about the Creeds without talking about the Dragos. Sure, he does resent Ivan, of course he would. But he doesn’t have a beef with Viktor, and it shows.

Viktor wasn’t doing any better. Although he was trash talking Donnie, you can tell how frustrated he was with how he was being used to “restore” Ivan’s honor. He hated how the Russian leaders, especially his mother, were only treating him and his father well after he started winning in the ring. None of it felt genuine, it’s like he was just a racehorse to them.

When you look at Donnie and Viktor’s arcs as a whole, it’s fascinating just how the arcs work as an overall discussion on legacy. Legacy ends up being the true villain of the movie:

1) Donnie can’t establish his own legacy since he’s chained to his father’s legacy. Even though he has the belt, no one cared. They just wanted the spiritual successor to Apollo vs. Ivan.

2) Viktor was literally raised in hardship because of what happened to his father in the 1980s. Then, he realized he was being used as a way to restore his father’s legacy, which disgusted him.

3) For both Adonis and Viktor, neither of them harbored any actual hate to each other. Any feelings of resentment came solely from their fathers’ actions.

4) Rocky wouldn’t even put up pictures of his fight with Ivan, which makes sense since there wasn’t anything uplifting about that match. Sure, he ended the Cold War (lol) but it doesn’t change the fact that the fight was about vengeance.

5) Ivan was so traumatized by his defeat that he felt like he deserved his exiling. Exiled…for losing a damn boxing match. It took nearly losing his son in the ring for him to realize that reclaiming his lost glory was not worth it.

The end fight is, in my opinion, the most interesting showdown in the franchise. Instead of feeling like a battle between a hero and a villain, it felt more…therapeutic? It’s like Donnie and Viktor knew that they couldn’t move forward with their lives until they got this fight over with, so that’s what they do. You can tell there’s a feeling of relief on both ends once the fight finishes since Donnie got the win over Viktor (thus ending the media’s obsession over a Creed-Drago revenge match) and Ivan affirmed to Viktor that he’ll always have his father’s love.

I should note that there’s a deleted scene (it shouldn’t have been!) where Donnie, Viktor, and Ivan all make peace with each other. I feel like that was the point of making this sequel. It’s not a revenge story like what most people thought, it’s a story of healing, past trauma, generational conflict, and moving on from the past. That’s also why Creed III is a brilliant follow-up since, for the first time in the Creed series, it’s a movie that’s about Donnie’s legacy, not Apollo or Rocky’s.

Basically, Creed II treated the fight between the sons of Apollo and Ivan as an obligation that needed to be fulfilled. It’s funny since that actually works as meta commentary on the audience since that was what a lot of people wanted to see when the first Creed movie was announced. Once that obligation was finished, Donnie and Viktor were able to move on with their lives and establish their own legacies, as seen in Creed III.

And that’s kinda beautiful.

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 1 year

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Rocky IV (1985 ) written, directed by, and starring Sylvester Stallone.

Dolph Lundgren as Captain Ivan Drago

#Rocky IV #1985 #80's #80s #Rocky IV (1985)#American sports drama film #sequel to Rocky III (1982 #Brigitte Nielsen #Dolph Lundgren #Dolph Lundgren as Captain Ivan Drago #Brigitte Nielsen as Ludmilla Vobet Drago #my gif #gif #gifs #my edit #80's movies #80s movies #Captain Ivan Drago

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paulmccfartney · 1 month

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oh to have a relationship like rocky and adrian’s

#rocky #rocky balboa #movies #rocky iv #relationship #goals

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maxkennedy24 · 6 months

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Rocky IV - Ivan Drago

#huevember #rocky #rocky iv #ivan drago #dolph lundgren #<3

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atomic-chronoscaph · 1 year

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Brigitte Nielsen (c. 1985)

#brigitte nielsen #danish actress #80s model #80s pinups #red sonja #rocky iv #1980s #1985

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cybussnot · 3 months

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A conversation with @minie-mastermind that sent us all reeling😅

#christopher eccleston #ivan drago #davros #doctor who #rocky iv #if he dies he dies #tom baker

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colorfultyrantearthquake · 15 days

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Hold me close (Rocky Balboa x Fem!reader)

Part I

Description: Suffering loss; Rocky lacks motivation, his trust in himself and his belief in his power. Will he comeback like he always does? Will you have a role in it?

Warnings: Self conflict, self doubt, self criticism, depression, panick attack, anxiety, mentions of physical pain, overthinking, frustration.

Words: 1k+

Setting: not precise, it best suits the 3rd/5th parts if you want to build certain tragic circumstances to justify his depressed state, but no kid or wife.

Note: Hi everyone! I've been searching for some Rocky fics for a while now but haven't found much tbh, so I thought I could write one hehe.

{If anyone reads this or finds it interesting, I'd be delighted to have a feedback. Have fun and thanks in advance!}

Rocky's eyes fluttered open.

Feeling heavy all over, he stares at the ceiling for a good amount of time. Rolling over to his side, eyes shut with face buried into the pillow, he felt his brain go instantly into overdrive.

Rocky felt like throwing up, he was so beaten, not physically, but emotionally, he felt the world's weight on his chest: "If it was on my shoulders I would've carried it better than that." He muttered into the pillow, covering his face with his arm, he felt like crying, wanted to rip this feeling off his chest and become the free strong-willed stallion he's always been.

But this time was different.

After everything he's done, everything he's been through, Rocky always finds himself hitting rock bottom, over and over and over; he lost count. Returning to his first apartment made him sick like he's never been. After all this time and hard work? He only wanted to prove himself to himself, to the world, to everybody, that he deserves to live as much as he fought.

Groaning, he lift himself off the bed, sitting on it's side.

"Yo, get your ass up, you're not gonna be a bum now will ya!" He heard a thought.

" I CAN'T THINK, I CAN'T LIVE, I'M TIRED, I'M BROKE, I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT NO MORE. LET. ME. BE."

Rocky felt his brain splitting in half, wincing at the very loud angry voices sparring in him. He went to the fridge, frame hunched and shoulders slouch, opening it only to find a can of beer, two eggs and a cupcake. Slamming it shut, he went to the mirror, looking at his reflection, his stomach twisted in pain.

Face pale white, once brown eyes became cold and dark, little bags with small red cuts adorned his eyes, hair untamed and almost losing it's shine. Rocky felt afraid, he can't reach the fighter within him, he can't find a cause no more.

No more going to the gymnasium or walking around the city, his doubts of having all these matches being set-ups and the feeling that he wasn't as good as he thought he was turned him into someone he doesn't know, he also went bankrupt already, he never minded losing money, but now it feels like a punch in his guts.

All gone. After all this effort.

Rocky couldn't control his fear anymore, couldn't face it either, he didn't know how to deal with it, all this depression thing was new to him, and it was taking its toll visibly, he always felt frustrated, like there was some angry power buried in his arms.

Every feeling hit him sharply, precisely, like a punch that's been practiced for years, only for him.

Rocky felt waves and jabs of pain everywhere: his heart, abdomen, ribs, lungs, back, face. Falling to his knees, his chest heaved, fighting to take his breath, he felt his vision blur slightly at the beginning.

"I... I can't do this anymore." He whispered, weakness taking over him, worn out, he felt everything all at once, he wasn't used to feeling weak or scared. He didn't want to be broken.

"I. CAN'T. DO. THIS. ANYMORE."

Punching the floor while shouting, every word followed by a punch. Rocky felt hot tears stream down his face, his hands shaking with his body, muscles trembling from the effort and anxiety, feeling his vision swirl and breath slowing; he collapsed on the floor consumed by the void.

"I. CAN'T. DO. THIS. ANYMORE." you heard a loud, masculine shout fill the silence around you, accompanied with various strong punches and a thud as you took the chocolate cake out of the oven. Your cat looked at you in shared curiousity.

You knew there weren't many neighbours in the building, almost none. And the one directly above you was the one and only: Rocky Balboa.

You never really talked much, you knew he had turtles and loved them deeply, you have always been fond of his childlike demeanor, his angelic baby-face, yet you were infatuated with the fighter he became when in action.

Having only talked once or twice, you never got the guts to knock on his door or invite him for beer or coffee, you could barely wave at him when you see him running out of your window, you always felt something at the pit of your stomach when you saw him, you never hang around him long enough to figure out what it was. You weren't the only one who loved Rocky, everybody did, he was everybody's hope, everybody's hero, yet you always felt safe knowing you were in the same space.

You've seen him play countless times, you knew he always had a good and cheerful spirit through ups and downs, no matter how hard his downs were, no matter how frequent they were, you knew how strong he was capable of holding his ground.

So to say you were surprised was an understatement.

You waited for a while, letting the cake cool off, you stumbled closer to where your ceiling was hit, you didn't see much damage only microcracks.

"No way." You stood on your tiptoes to check again, pushing your glasses up your nose for better sight.

Nothing. Absolutely no damage done.

Now you felt concerned.

For a shy, introverted, extremely calm girl, that was a very intense situation. Loud was never your language, you understood it, could handle it, but never use it. You hesitated, pacing back and forth, weighing the possibilities.

"He could be hurt," you paced, "or he could be completely fine." You thought, biting your nails.

"He could be training, it doesn't have to be something serious, right?" You asked your cat who looked at you, confused, as you kept rubbing your hands together stressfully.

Ten more minutes passed without any sign of life coming from upstairs.

Feeling the cold December air seep through the small cracks in your apartment, you were left with no choice.

Grabbing your scarf you put it tight around your neck with your coat, you put slices of the fresh cake you made in a plate -you didn't want to check on him empty handed-, took your keys and went out closing the door way too fast before your cat bolts out.

Taking a deep breath, you took the stairs step by step until you reached his door.

"1818" you whispered as your eyes lingered on the numbers atop of the door, a small barely noticed sign hung beside the door.

"Robert "Rocky" Balboa" you read his name quietly, your thoughts halted as you started worrying.

"Should I call him Robert? Or just Rocky?" You thought as your palms started sweating. "Should I say Mr. Balboa instead?" You scoffed at your silly thoughts.

"Just knock... He could be dead."

Swallowing after your last thought, your nerves getting the best of you, you gather the strength, inhale, and finally, knock on his door three times.

"Uhh, Mr. Robert?"

Rocky's ears twitched, his head and body heavy as if he was hit by a bus, just like the morning after a fight. He felt like an open wound that won't stop bleeding.

"I wanna make sure you're...okay?" The voice was muffled, yet he could hear it close, the statement coming out more as a question.

Rocky groaned as he came to his surroundings. He fought to open his eyes and lift himself off the ground, feeling his hand ache along with his body, his whole being throbbing with pulse.

Rocky got up, swayed a little before leaning on the wall until his vision cleared. He didn't know how to save himself, he felt drowning.

Taking deep breaths, trying to remember what happened to him and how did he end up with bruised hands, a sweaty body and a slightly cracked floor, when the voice spoke again.

"I'm sorry if I'm causing any disturbance. I heard a heavy thud and just wanted to know if I could help with-"

The door flew open suddenly, catching you off guard mid-sentence.

Looking up, you saw Rocky standing, hair messed up, face white as a ghost and full of sweat, dark and cold irises greeted you, unlike the warm chocolate brown you remember.

Eyes swollen with his lids slightly down, baby cuts with bags around them, your eyes traveled to his hands, they were both red, no scratches, no blood, just red, one hand had slightly bruised knuckles, one cheek was a shade darker than his hands.

You guessed that this is the one he fell on.

"Anything I could do for you?" You heard his voice, deep and gravely, heavy with his Italian accent adorned with heavy breaths, it wasn't friendly, but if you weren't home you would've thought he was only training. You didn't know if he recognized you in whatever state he was in.

The plate of cake shaking the slightest bit in your hands, he was taller than you -most definitely-, clad in a white tank top that did nothing to hide his physique, tall firm legs hugged by grey sweats which weren't tight, but completely fair.

You didn't know what to say, you only stared for a lifetime and felt like a complete idiot.

"I-, I didn't mean to- uh, bother you!" You stuttered and exclaimed quickly, being met with unfased eyes, you were extremely uncomfortable, why was he doing this? You weren't sure if he was really hurt or if he was just letting off steam.

Suddenly feeling like it was absolutely none of your business, you couldn't explain how worried you were.

"I'm sorry I thought you needed something... or help....or someone........ This is a really bad idea." Shifting your weight from one foot to another, gazing into the plate like a black hole, squirming under his gaze, you felt your hands sweat as anxiety bubbled in your stomach.

"I don't know what to say I'm- I'm sorry I'm sure it's a misunderstanding...." You breathed heavily.

"I'm gonna leave this here I hope you like it thankyousomuch!"

Giving him no chance to respond, you shut your eyes tightly, pushing the plate straight into his hands, running hurriedly down to your apartment....

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I guess that's the first part! I'm not sure what this will turn into but I hope it goes smooth, it won't be long however, three parts max.

Hope you enjoyed this one, feedback is always appreciated <3

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