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anadiasmount · 4 months

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painting date with jude filled w messy kisses 🤭🤭

cherry coated lips - jude bellingham x reader.

psa 🗣️: what about first kiss with soon to be bf! jude??? 😋😋 (also i did not proofread this so i hope it isn’t to bad to read.)

the rain had been predicted but part of you wished an prayed it would’ve been clear so your date with jude wouldn’t be canceled. it would been your 6tg date with him. the first one was him taking you to a fair, and latest where you had invited him over to make dinner and watch movies.

you loved his ideas of dates, always going above and beyond to make you feel special, he always knew how to leave his mark, and today wasn’t any different. he planned to take you on a evening out to a nice restaurant and finish the night by going to his favorite spot with a view of the new city he lived in, painting and having late night conversation.

with jude it could be just that, talk hours and hours together till the sun rose and moon was bright. he made you feel like the luckiest girl and you were. you were lucky to have met jude, and in any given occasion he became your person. he understood you, he cared for you, he knew you better than yourself and that was a bit scary at first.

while you always surrounded yourself with your circle of friends, when meeting jude you grew a soft spot and love for him. you both agreed to take it slow to relish the slow burn every time you were together. to feel the feelings inside every time. the tension was always present but lately it began to fill the room anytime you were together.

you became a nervous and stutter mess with him. not being able to keep eye contact when he stared into you. you skin burning everytime he held your hand or kissed your cheek goodbye. you wanted more but you felt unsure if he felt the same way you did for him.

you wanted this to go different from your past relationship. the last one made you feel like a shitty person, always calling you naive or clingy, being insecure when you went out or even alone in private. always complaining to you even when they were in the fault. they blamed you for everything and in the end you had enough. it wasn’t love it was being manipulated and constantly controlled by a person who couldn’t even figure out their own life.

with him it was different. he was almost too perfect to be true. a gentleman straight out the movies who made you feel like there could be no one else in the world besides you two.

which is how you felt right now. you were sat on the carpet of your flat, candles surrounded the place as the power had gone out due to the storm, but in a way it made it feel more romantic. the evening was filled with yummy takeout from a hidden spot in the city, a place only you and jude knew after going finding it randomly. since then it became your guys spot.

you giggled and laughed at the stories he told from when he started the academy at birmingham, later on in his teenage years in year school. about how jobe and him were day ones and valued family over anything. football was his life, but family and friends? we’re his main priority. just like you since they were the only ones there to lift you up after anything.

“have you seen those artist on tiktok where they use their led lights when painting? i feel like that right now with all these candles. i wish i could see the colors properly to see what i’m working with,” you said, licking your lips in concentration as the thin brush ran over the outline you had drawn into the canvas.

you looked over to the side, jude had suddenly came close to you, a arm around you and but placed on the couch cushions barely touching you. you could smell the faint cologne on him, driving your senses a bit into overdrive. you had been sitting on your bum but your knees began to hurt and now they were angled to the right.

“whatever the ending piece is, i’m sure it will look great, y/n,” jude said with a smile on his face, clinking the brush inside the glass of water on his side. jude looked over to see which brush and paint color to use next, quickly looking at his canvas before going with his intuition.

the familiar tension grew in the air, your bodies close together that if you moved you’d be side to side. you cleared your throat scratching your temple feeling like you’d explode any minute that passed by if you didn’t say or do anything. you attempted to distract yourself in the art but your mind was tracing back to him. jude. ir always seemed to be him.

you thought of every encounter together. that first time you met him and the kiss on your cheek when you had left, to right now where you wanted to do more than that. not sex but share your anticipated first kiss. the kiss that seemed to be interrupted by someone passing by, a loud noise, or a sudden jult or text. it was always something that had delayed the moment.

jude could feel your sudden change in body language, the end of the brush tapping against the canvas as you think loudly. he wanted to hold you against him, before he had to leave and wish he had done more than that. he wanted to taste a small bit of you, show you that whatever you felt he felt the same and stronger.

without hesitating, he brushed closer to you, being able to smell the hair products and see the glint in your eyes as he approached you. “penny for you thoughts?,” he asked softly, seeing you smile nervously as yo finally landed your brush on the outline. “not much, just thinking about school and work. the usual,” you shrugged as lighting struck again.

“what’s the usual?”

“you…” you confessed, looking up to see jude already starting at you. you were being openly honest with him, not wanting to lie because he was the only thing that consumed your head.

“what’s about me?” jude hummed, his finger discreetly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he cocked his head to the side. your stomach clenched tightly with butterflies as you could’ve sworn he stared at your lips and leaned closer.

“that if you…” you licked your bottom lip unable to get the words out, feeling like a shy school girl when getting called out or seeing the popular guy at school. “that if you feel the same way i do… feelings wise and that this isn’t just a waste of time or anything like that…” you said quickly, feelings jude’s nose ontop of yours.

“oh those feelings…” jude traced and e his nose into your cheek, watching the way you bit the corner of your lip as he did. “the feelings where you want to be reassured huh? the feelings you’ve hid because you’re afraid they won’t feel the same way? but deep down you know they do feel the same way…” he taunts, closing his eyes and breathing loudly at the proximity.

jude’s nose traced back ontop of yours, watching how you gulped heavily as his top lip ever so slightly brushed against yours. “tell me you want this, y/n… i’ll grant you every wish you want or ask for because i’ll do anything to call you my girlfriend…” jude said breathlessly, his hand coming to hold the back of your head as your pupils grew wide.

your hand came to his jaw, tracing your thumb over his jawline as he closed his eyes and hummed in relief. “kiss me jude…” you whisper not wanting to hold back or be interrupted by anything. jude sucked in a breath tasting your cherry coated lips he pulled you closer, his lips molding with yours that made his heart race a bit.

his lips danced with yours in sync, not once pulling back as all he could focus on was the way the two of you had gotten lost into it. his tongue wanting to be grant permission and tracing over your bottom lip, to be inside to fully taste you, and once he did all he could do was let out a groan as you whimpered. jude was in love with the way you kissed, touched his chest as your lips never parted from his, the way you tasted sweet and all his.

you pulled away first catching a breath as your hands rest on his chest, biting your lip in nervousness. jude looked completely in utter chaos, fucked over, his brown eyes now hooded as they continued to stare at you, running his tongue over his lips to see you shyly smiling. you placed a final peck onto his lips, jude closing his eyes rapidly so he could relish the kiss further.

“god i’ve been dying to do that since we were on that ferris wheel…” jude said chuckling, kissing your closed eyes and tip of your nose, not failing to notice how your lips were slightly swollen and plump from the kiss. he wanted more and now that he said what he wanted to say, there was no going back for the two of you.

“about the girlfriend thing-” you started to say but jude cut you off, “thought our kiss made it clear?” jude teased, watching how you tucked yourself into the crook of his neck feeling giddy. “you are my girlfriend right, princess?” he asked you again, wanting to hear fall from your lips. “yes jude… as long as you’re my boyfriend handsome…” you say coming back up from your spot.

“i think a kiss will confirm it all…” jude cocked his eyebrow, leaning down to capture your lips again, smiling into it as he heard you giggling. a familiar sound of the microwave turning back on and the lights suddenly brighting the room made you realize the power was back on, your kiss interrupted again or maybe was the cause of it.

“oh my gosh! jude look at my painting!”

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dreamingofmarauders · 10 days

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Heart of Stone

Sirius Black x GN!Reader

Summary: After repeatedly feeling disappointment from supposed friends, the last straw is when your heart shatters after the love of your life turns you away like everyone else, so you decide to harden your heart so much that nothing can ever hurt you again. Fourteen years later, the same man enters your life once again.

Warnings: Fake friends, feeling unloved, heart break, loneliness, mentions of death, crying, cussing, angst, a hint of fluff

Word Count: 4k

A/N: This one is a bit of a longer piece, I just recently finished it and I really loved this idea and I think it turned out not too bad. I tried to keep it GN!Reader but if it does not seem to be at any point, please let me know! Apologies if there are errors/typos, I tried my best to catch them. If you enjoy it don't forget to give it a like! A reblog would be appreciated as well :)

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You sighed, eyes flitting between your friends, or that's what they said they were to you anyway. You, however, felt otherwise. Sure these people were in your year, half of them your dorm mates, but when they made plans without you, forgot you were there during conversations, you would feel your heart clench and feel otherwise.

You had known love from dear ones once, when you were young. But, fate had been too cruel to you and snatched your parents away from you just as you had entered Hogwarts. It had taken a huge toll on you, realizing your parents were gone forever. Sure, you had moved in with your uncle and aunt and their kids, but having already been distant from them, it affected the amount of love you received from them.

It took you some time but you were able to make friends slowly after you were able to accept the fact your parents weren't coming back. The years progressed and while you had initially loved your friends, now you felt more a tag along than anything. They barely acknowledged you and would only notice your presence if you suddenly spoke up.

You were tired of it and soon broke ties with them. However you were unaware at the time, but someone entirely different would enter your life and change everything for you.

That someone was Sirius Black.

You weren't even sure how it had begun but suddenly one day the Gryffindor began to ask you out, and continued to do so until you finally said yes some months later as you both neared the end of your sixth year.

And that was the best decision you had made.

You were beyond happy with Sirius and you couldn't imagine your life without him.

You were madly in love with Sirius Black.

Your life was looking all good.

Until now.

"What?" You breathed out in disbelief as you stared at the man in front of you.

It was a late autumn evening in 1981, and Sirius was over at yours. The two of you had yet to move in to a place together since Sirius stilled lived with his best mate, Remus, and since Remus struggled financially, sharing a flat the two best friends could pay for it together, which you and Sirius both understood how much easier it would make things for Remus.

It was always a joyous and lovely time whenever Sirius came over to your place, except now, you felt your whole world crashing down.

"You heard me the first time." He grunted out, "I want to break up."

Your lip wobbled as tears began to cascade down your cheeks.

"Why?" You whispered out, the heartache reflected in your voice.

Sirius looked at you with cold eyes, "Why? Because you're worthless and you were just a time pass for me, nothing more, I'm tired of you."

Those words were the last straw. You heard your heart shatter into a million pieces as the sobs escaped your mouth, your body wracking with each one. For once in your life after so long, you thought things were alright, that you were happy and loved. How could you have been so blind?

"I hate you, Sirius Black." You uttered out as you felt your knees buckle out from underneath you, making you fall to the floor as you cried. "I hate you so much." You said before shakily wiping your tears away as you stood up, trying to get a grip on yourself in front of him.

"Get out." You spoke, pointing to the door, "Get out of my home and never show me your face again." You ordered, staring into those grey irises you loved so much. You saw Sirius' face flicker with a different emotion which you couldn't decipher, before his face hardened and he turned on his heels, walking away and slamming the door behind him.

As the sound echoed off the walls, you let out a sob and finally let yourself crumble entirely.

"What did I do to ever deserve this?" You cried out, pouring your heart out as you let the tears flow.

Although after that day, you vowed to never let anyone hurt you again and to never shed a tear again.

So as James and Lily died and Sirius was sent to jail for their murder, you did not cry, and as Remus disappeared without a trace, you did not cry.

You had died the day Sirius had broken up with you, as each of his words had pierced your heart like a dagger. Now, all you had was a stone for a heart.

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Many, many years after the end of the First Wizarding War, you stood once again in a similar situation. Voldemort had come back but everyone refused to believe James and Lily’s son, Harry Potter. So Dumbledore took matters into his own hands.

The Order of the Phoenix was back in business.

You sauntered in, causing all heads to turn and some to even gasp in surprise. After all, you had worked hard and become one of the top Aurors of the department.

“Glad to see you have finally arrived, Y/n.” Dumbledore said to you before turning to the whole room, “This here is Y/n L/n for those of you who may not know, and they will henceforth be joining us from today.”

Murmurs and nods of agreement filled the dining room before you were gestured to a seat by Dumbledore. You swiftly placed yourself on a chair, turning your full attention to the Hogwarts Headmaster. Although you of course felt that prickling at the back of your neck, the sensation of being watched.

You knew who it was, and you hated him. So you did the only thing reasonable.

You removed your gaze from Dumbledore to the Azkaban escapee, who watched you from the head of the table, your ex, Sirius Black, and stared him down with a coldness that sent the warm smile that erupted on his lips vanishing, making guilt flood his face.

Satisfied, you turned back to the Order Founder once again.

The meeting went on and before you knew it, your chair made a sound as it scraped against the floor when you stood up, as you headed out of the meeting room and straight for the main door of Twelve Grimmauld Place.

A hand caught onto your wrist, pausing your movement. You felt your body stiffen. Even after all these years, you still remembered his touch.

“Let go, Black, I have places to be.” You gritted out.

“Hear me out please.”

You immediately freed yourself from his grip and spun on your heels, glaring at Sirius who only watched you with a broken look. He had caused this and he had regretted it since that day and would regret his decision until his last breath. He had hurt his Y/n and turned you into this shell of a person.

“Like I said that day all those years back,” You began saying, “I don’t want to see your face.” You spat at him before turning to go, leaving Sirius stare after your retreating figure in guilt and heartache.

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“He really misses you, you know?”

You looked up at the tall man beside you, your piercing gaze staring into his soul.

“It was his fault for whatever happened. He left just like you disappeared as well.” You replied making the Gryffindor’s expression turn into one of shame.

You had ran into Remus Lupin at the second Order meeting, seeing the werewolf after so many years, but like towards everyone that had hurt you, you had disregarded him.

Now as you and Remus were on your assigned mission together, the Gryffindor tried to make another attempt to get through to you.

“I’m sorry, you know that, Y/n.”

You let out a breath, “Focus, Lupin, danger could be anywhere.” You stated instead, ending the discussion altogether to which Remus shook his head in defeat, heaving a heavy sigh.

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”Y/n/n.” He said as he corner you at the stairwell. You glared up at him as he caged you against the wall.

“Move Black, before I hex you.” You gritted out, making Sirius only shake his head.

“Not until you listen to what I have to say.”

You groaned, letting your head fall against the wall. Sirius had been persistent in his attempts to catch you, but you always got away from him quickly. To be frank, you were tired of it.

“Fine.” You said and watched Sirius’ face light up. “But after this, you will not try to approach me ever again, got it?”

Sirius’ smile dimmed but the hope in his eyes shone just as before. “I give you my word.”

You released a breath, irritatingly, pushing the man away, gesturing for him to follow you to the room that housed a small library. You both stood by the fireplace, the light creating shadows on your faces as you stared Sirius down.

“You have only a few minutes to explain your gibberish, so start talking, Black.” You said, your arms coming to fold over your chest as you began to tap your foot impatiently.

Sirius sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I am truly sorry for all the pain I caused you. I deserve every bit of your hate, but you need to understand I did it to keep you safe.”

You arched an eyebrow, letting out a cold, mocking laugh, “Seriously, Black?”

Sirius nodded, “You have every reason not to trust me but believe me, I only broke up with you because I needed to make sure you were safe.” He paused, sucking in a breath as you watched with slight curiosity, “I had originally agreed to become Lily and James’ Secret Keeper, and I knew I was going to be a big target.” Sirius paused, his voice choking, “I-I couldn’t have let you get harmed due to me, y/n/n, I loved you too much. I did what seemed reasonable at the time; To push you away.”

Sirius sank down into the armchair, holding his face, “Of course, not only did I fuck up by losing you for good but I suggested Peter as Secret Keeper, and that decision cost James and Lily’s lives.” He said, staring blankly into the fire.

Sirius dared a glance up at you only to discover that you were already gazing at him. There was a different, softer, emotion in your eyes, but Sirius couldn’t decipher what it really meant. He watched you open and close your mouth a few times, before loudly clearing your throat.

“I don’t know if your story is true or not but I’m sorry about James and Lily, they didn’t deserve any of it.” You paused, swallowing, “I’m sorry about you landing in Azkaban, because you weren’t at fault for their murders, but I can't forgive you, we could have worked something out but you made the choice to push me away and it worked. I can't ever forgive you for the pain you caused me.” With that, you looked at him, shaking your head slightly before walking off, leaving Sirius to stare after you as your words echoed around in his head, his heart dropping.

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True to his word, Sirius had stopped pursuing you after that fateful day, for which you were grateful. However, you felt a rather peculiar feeling pulling your heart after that conversation, but you couldn't understand what it was and why it was bothering you.

One evening, you had been invited to a party to celebrate Ron and Hermione becoming Prefects at Grimmauld Place. You had just stepped out of the bathroom and were heading back to the dining room, when something caught your ear.

"Hey, isn't that Y/n?"

You paused, the voice seemingly coming from the room closest to you currently on the floor.

"It is." A rather familiar voice answered.

Sirius.

You quietly peeked into the room, only to find Sirius sitting, with what seemed to be a photo album laying open on his lap and Harry peeking over his shoulder.

"Wait... Are- Were you two..."

"A thing? Yeah, we were." Sirius said, his voice carrying a fondness that he had always used with you.

"But now you aren't together anymore? Why?" Harry questioned, his eyebrows furrowed as he scratched his scalp, reminding Sirius of his best friend.

"Because I messed up the best thing in my life." Sirius answered, his tone holding a somberness to it. "I thought it was best to break up with them to keep Y/n safe, but not only did I screw up there but my mistakes also cost your parents' lives, Harry."

There was a tense silence that felt suffocating to Y/n, who was listening carefully from the outside.

"Do you still love them?" Harry slowly asked, gazing at his godfather with sympathy and curiosity.

"Never stopped. Y/n's one of the reasons I was sane in Azkaban. I never stopped loving them, Harry, and I never will." Sirius answered, his eyes glossing over.

You felt your heart twist, something familiar coming up but you shook your head fiercely. You couldn't become weak.

Not again.

With an air of determination, you walked back to the party, unaware that the past was catching back up to you.

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Months had passed since then, you had been on guard duty the most, guarding the prophecy in the Department of Mysteries. The one day you had not been able to attend your assigned shift because you had fallen ill, Arthur Weasley had been attacked by Voldemort’s snake, Nagini. Thankfully the ginger man pulled through and was fine. Some months after that, there was no trace of the white snow as June had long arrived, bringing warmer days.

Ever since you overheard Sirius talking about you with Harry, as much as you denied it, something had shifted in your heart. At times, your mind was full of thoughts of the raven haired man, or you’d secretly glance at him, although much to your dismay Remus had caught you once and he had been teasing you endlessly, knowing your long buried feelings were surfacing once again.

It was one day you were at Twelve Grimmauld Place, in the dining room after a meeting. Only a few of you remained behind, your fellow co-workers Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nyphmadora Tonks, a good friend of yours, along with Remus, whom you had began to fix your friendship with and Sirius, who still received your coldness, which he willingly accepted. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t showed small gestures for you, whether that was making sure your glass of water was full at dinner, or going to bed after you had retired to your room for whenever you had to stay the night. Although you wouldn’t admit it but you were touched by his actions, reminding you of the sweet time from all those years back.

However all hell broke loose as you all received a Patronus, prompting you all to apparate out to the Ministry of Magic, as Harry and his friends had apparently ended up in the Department of Mysteries, where the Death Eaters were on their tail.

The group of you burst through into the room where they all were and that’s when all chaos broke loose. The Death Eaters turned onto the newly arrived and a huge battle broke out. You found yourself face to face with Rabastan Lestrange as you ran in.

His eyes lit up in delight, “Well if it isn’t the famous Auror L/n.” He cackled, “Too bad it’s time for you to finally be defeated.” And he shot a spell at you which you dodged, instead throwing a spell his way which he deflected.

Both of you were going back and forth but he hadn’t realized you were just making him feel a false sense of security.

He laughed again after deflecting another spell, “That all you got? You’re a disgrace to the name of an Auror, L/n.”

You finally smirked, “Bye bye, Lestrange." You uttered before casting a powerful spell, that too so quickly that the Death Eater noticed it a second too late, too absorbed in his self glory and went flying, hit a wall and fell down, unconscious.

It was a secret trick you used, knowing these people were too self absorbed about themselves that any small feeling of victory would have them letting their guard down.

Satisfied, you turned your eyes towards the others. However new shouts and people pointing had you looking up only to realize Albus Dumbledore, who had been on the run due to the Ministry wanting to arrest him, had also joined the battle.

Only one pair was still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. You watched Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: he was laughing at her.

''Come on, you can do better than that!'' He yelled, his voice echoing around the room.

Your eyes flitted to Bellatrix, whose face took on a deadly expression of determination.

You felt your feet begin to start moving, knowing this wouldn’t end well as Sirius was distracted. You had just screamed his name when the second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest. The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.

“SIRIUS!” You shouted as his surprised gaze turned to you, and he began to fall, right back into the Veil and you felt your stomach drop.

Your years of training came into use and you managed to get there and caught his hand, pulling him back. You lost your balance and the pair of you fell onto the ground.

You heard Bellatrix cackle gleefully, shouting, “I killed Sirius Black!” And Harry, who was in a state of shock turned to her in anger and chased her all the way out, Dumbledore following. However, you couldn’t care less. You were numbly staring at Sirius’ limp body beside you, and suddenly your heart broke.

“SIRIUS!” You shouted out in agony, cradling his face. “Wake up, please! You can’t leave me again! Please wake up!” You cried, your head falling against his chest as you sobbed your heart out. “I love you.” You whispered out, too distraught that all your intelligence had left you. It’s only when Remus sat beside you, slowly grabbing you and letting you cry against him, that he, as a last attempt gripped Sirius' wrist due to which did you all find out he was still alive.

Some hours later, you all were back at Twelve Grimmauld Place, waiting for the Healer to fix up Sirius. As soon as the Healer left, you burst into the room, dropping to your knees by the bed, watching with tears of relief pooling in your eyes as you saw Sirius' chest evenly rise and fall.

He was alive.

Everyone else present at Headquarters took a little peek at him before leaving the room, knowing you and him needed time alone.

"You were right, Remus."

Remus, who was standing beside you, looked at you with a surprised expression, "What?"

"You were right, I had been lying to everyone including myself." You told him, gently stroking your thumb over Sirius' hand, gazing at him softly. "I think my feelings had come back a long time ago, I just was too stubborn to admit them." You confessed, your heart twisting. “If Sirius had died, how would I have lived with myself?” You said, turning to look at Remus, who looked at you with sympathy.

“But you have the chance now.” He answered, squeezing your shoulder encouragingly. A knock interrupted the two of you and you both turned to find Tonks sticking her head through the door.

“You got a second, Remus?” She said, to which the werewolf nodded and patted you gently on the shoulder before following the metaphormagus out. You watched him go and as the door shut, you turned to look back at Sirius, softly brushing a few loose strands of hair away from his face

He suddenly stirred, his face scrunching up before he flickered open his eyes, grey orbs flitting around as he tried to understand where he was.

"Siri?'

Your voice caught his attention and Sirius turned his head slightly to the side to look at you, his gaze filling up with love.

"Y/n/n?"

"How are you feeling?" You asked.

Sirius stared at you in surprise, finding you by his side, looking so worried which was completely astonishing to him, since you barely ever glanced at him.

"I think so." He groaned, eyes clenching shut for a brief moment, "I remember dueling Bellatrix and then a spell hit me but after that..."

"You almost fell through the veil. You almost died." You told him, your voice cracking on the last word making Sirius frown in concern as he sat up, pulling you up to seat you beside himself.

Your lip wobbled as tears began to cascade down your cheeks. "I am so sorry for everything. I-I-" A sob escaped you, "I was so hurt when you left that I told myself I'd never let anyone else in, and I held it against you when you were nothing but sorry."

Sirius felt his heart shatter and he moved to grab you but you shook your head, "I don't deserve you." You said, curling in on yourself as you finally let yourself cry, to let all those emotions buried deep within the chambers of your heart break free.

Sirius' grey eyes filled up with tears and he wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to sob into his chest.

"It's not your fault, love, it never was." He told you, caressing your head gently.

"I almost lost you today and I would have never forgiven myself if I had never got to tell you that I still love you."

Sirius stiffened, his mind buzzing while his heart began to thump loudly in his chest. He couldn’t believe his ears.

“You what?” He uttered out in disbelief. You pulled away, wiping your face before placing your hands on either side of Sirius’ face.

“I love you, Sirius Black.” You expressed, your lips turning up into a small smile. "I love you so much."

Sirius stared at you with slightly rounded eyes before he smiled so wide that you melted.

“Am I dead and in heaven?”

“Sirius!” You scolded, smacking him very lightly on the chest for his mischief.

Sirius let out a bark of laughter before his eyes filled up with love and fondness, his grin not leaving his face.

“I love you so much, darling.” He practically whispered, his voice reflecting his heart. “I love you so much.”

You beamed at that before letting your hands slide to his neck, your breathing beginning to pick up as Sirius moved his hands down to your waist. Your eyes flickered between his eyes and back, him doing the exact same. You both leaned in, your eyes slowly fluttering and you gently attached your lips to his.

At that, memories of all those years came rushing back. The feel of each other, the kisses, the hugs, the happiness, the love.

The kiss was slow and soft but once you both got a taste of each other, emotions became high and the two of you got more aggressive, Sirius picking you up and placing you on his lap as you both deepened the kiss, wanting more of each other as the two of you had been deprived of each other for so long.

A sudden throat clearing made you jump and the pair of you pulled apart only to find a smirking Remus and a gleeful Tonks.

“So I guess it’s time for a celebration huh?” The young woman said, eyeing her cousin and friend.

“I think it’s best if we leave these two alone.” Remus commented, throwing a wink your way to which you flipped off them both, earning chuckles out of everyone.

Sirius pulled you close, kissing your cheek before you rested your head on his shoulder.

After long and lonely years, your heart had returned to its previous state, like it had been all those years ago, before it had hardened into stone.

Your heart was back with Sirius Black and his was yours.

Forever and always.

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crushedsweets · 5 months

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How would the other pastas/proxies react if Toby died during a mission?

Writing on my phone in the car 10 mins before my shift forgive me… finished during my lunch break…

Tim would try really really fucking hard to pretend he doesn’t care all that much. He’s already lost plenty of friends/colleagues (directly or indirectly) to the operator and slenderman, and he always treated Toby like he was a pain in the ass, but like. Him and Brian took Toby in when he was just 17-18, he tried to make him a better man, the two of them have done abhorrent shit together and had to return to the cabin like nothing happened. He’d cry, spend long hours thinking about Toby, thinking about how much of a dick he was to the kid. But he’s strong . Kinda

Brian wouldn’t try to pretend he doesn’t care, although he is in a very similar boat to Tim. Took him in, guided him, hurt him - he would probably be the one to set up a grave of some sort for Toby, whether or not they even have his body to bury. The rest of them wouldn’t be able to do it

It’s possible that Kate wouldn’t even find out for a long fucking while. But she would cry, and mourn, and she would start going back to the cabin and she would sleep in the attic (Toby’s room) and it would be shitty. Toby was the only proxy to treat her like a person and they were both outcasts in their own right, both being the closest to perfect vessels slenderman/the operator could get . So it would suck ass.

I think Natalie would just die too. Ok not really but he was the first person to really just. Take care of her. And she really trusted that he would never ever leave her, not like everyone else . She would be angry, pissed beyond belief and she would cry and scream and throw around any of the gifts he’s ever gotten her and smash some shit he’s made her - and it wouldn’t be fair, and she would regret it, and hopefully someone would be there to pull her back before she legitimately fucks it all up, but she can’t get rid of that anger. Like Kate, she would go to the cabin. Being there too long gets her really bad slender sickness, she’s not immune like the others, but she doesn’t really care. Everything hurt so bad anyway, the screaming and crying already brought her nausea and migraines. Her and Kate would just silently lounge around his bedroom for hours everyday. Natalie is a tattoo artist with little to no tattoos bc commitment issues is a big thing for her, but she would get a little something to honor Toby

Jack would mourn . Toby used to bring flowers to his mom for Mother’s Day, because Jack couldn’t bare to be in a 10 mile radius of his family. He would try to host something for people, just invite them over and make some food and try to talk and have comfort. Only Natalie and Nina would come by choice, not because the rest don’t care but it’s just something they can’t handle to do. Kate might get dragged along. It would be painful and uncomfortable and probably just result in an argument of sorts, depending on how far along Natalie is in the grieving process . He would visit the grave Brian made for toby quite often.

Nina would be constantly crying, all the time. She’s had shitty men after shitty men in her life, the only good guys she’s had were her father and brother and she went ahead and left them behind to go seek out Jeff - but Toby was good(to a point, obviously). He was rough around the edges but he was protective, he took care of her, he defended her even if she didn’t deserve it. She and Natalie would probably have a few intense arguments because they’re two sides of the same coin in their grieving , with Natalie having constant explosive anger and Nina having long, drawn out grieving and sobbing. It would be a bit much for both of them. She would mope around her apartment for a long while.

BEN would also be pretty sad, but not nearly as much as the rest. He would talk it out with Jeff but wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t mourn , would just keep going. Jeff wouldn’t give a shit, would say it was bound to happen and to move on

Ann and Lulu would be pretty bummed out too, but Ann moves on pretty quickly. For Ann it’s more so a sad “Aw but he was fun”… lulu is too lost in her own head to spend too much time on it, but she’s undeniably sad when she’s reminded

Sally would also be sad, but similarly to BEN, she would move on. Cry to Jane about it and cope. Jane would think it’s sad, but she wouldn’t dwell on it either - she wasn’t close to him, she only knew him in passing whenever Sally got lost in the forest.

Liu doesn’t know Toby well so he wouldn’t think much, but Nina would cry to Liu about it a lot and it would be pretty depressing for him too. Just by watching how it affects Nina

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peterman-spideyparker · 3 months

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my tears ricochet (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader) 3/5

Author’s Note: Hi! This part is more angst, I’m sorry. I promise things will turn up eventually! I wouldn't put everyone through all this angst for nothing! Enjoy!

Summary: You're alive, but barely. Matt blames himself.

Warnings: Angst, unresolved feelings, canon-typical violence, vague wound descriptions/unconsciousness, friends arguing, post-season two/pre-Defenders era Matt, swearing

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson

Word Count: 1,193

Matt’s thankful for every beep on the monitor that he hears, but he can’t help but hate it. The robotic, cold monotone mocks him. It announces his shortcomings, his failures. He wasn’t strong enough, fast enough, good enough to save you or Elektra that night. Elektra’s dead, and the doctors aren’t exactly sure where you stand. You made it through surgery, a long surgery, but there was a lot of trauma and blood loss. A waiting game, they said. He’s always hated that phrase. Nothing attached to those words has ever been fun, only painful. And now it’s attached to you and your life.

He remembers when he first met you at Columbia. You had walked by him in the hall, your pomegranate and honey shampoo catching his attention. When he went into his next class about a half hour later, you were there, second row to the front, just off center to the right. Matt’s feet led him to the open seat next to you, using his cane to push the guy with the expensive cologne away from the coveted free seat to your right. He gave you a small smile as he sat down, and he could tell you did the same, softly introducing yourself and making small talk until class began. It took you a while to tell him about your family and your background, and he could tell that you were nervous as you did, waiting for some kind of shoe to drop when you finished—maybe that you expected him to ask for money or if you could help him get a job somewhere. You didn’t expect him to appreciate you for you, only what you could potentially do for him. When he gave you a smile and cracked a joke, saying that he still wouldn’t let you pay for ice cream next time you guys walked through Central Park, you let out a little laugh. His heart skipped a beat when he heard that, how your posture relaxed, and when he sensed how you smiled back at him. After that, it was always you, him, and Foggy, and if Foggy wasn't around, Matt would manage to find his way to your side—it was a pace he never wanted to leave. A place that felt like home. Something he hadn’t really felt since his dad died.

But when Matt met Elektra, everything changed and he pushed you away. Part of Matt always thought you’d be there for him—you’re his friend through thick and thin, why wouldn’t you still be there for him? But when that relationship went up in flames and Matt needed refuge to lick his wounds and work through his feelings, you were long gone, tired of waiting for him to come around, hurt by the last person—the only person—that you thought you could really, truly trust. And now you’re here, barely hanging on because you re-entered his life at the wrong time.

He's a real fucking lucky charm, isn't he?

Matt leans back in the uncomfortable hospital chair, letting out a long breath as he lets a new wave of shame roll over him. Foggy puts a hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“Two people I love are hurt because of me,” Matt croaks, hanging his head. “Elektra is dead, and (Y/N/N) is barely hanging on.”

“We’d be in worse trouble if you didn’t do any of what you did on the rooftop,” Foggy tries to console him. Matt’s still surprised he’s in the same room as him after how he has treated his best friend and partner.

“I ruin everything I touch, huh?” He angrily wipes away a tear.

“Matt, this was beyond anything anyone could have imagined. It—.”

“It’s the best if I stay out of all your lives. That way, no one else gets hurt. I won’t let anyone else down.”

“Matt, don’t be obtuse, that’s ridiculous.”

“But it’d be effective.” He sniffles and stands, putting his glasses back on. “It’s the way it has to be. It’s the only way I can keep people safe.”

“So what’s gonna happen when (Y/N/N) wakes up and wants to talk to you? ‘Sorry, he’s ghosting everyone because he’s going full Batman broody.’ She’ll need you—you were with her that night, you’re the only person who knows what kind of trauma she went through—.”

“And that’s exactly why I should leave!” he snaps. “You heard the doctor—she barely had enough blood in her to keep her organs in salvageable when she got here, and the blade absolutely shredded her internally. It barely missed her spinal column. She could have been paralyzed if it was a half inch over. It’s better for everyone if I disappear. She doesn’t have to see me and remember anything from that rooftop or remember everything I’ve done to her.”

“You don’t think she’d think about that without seeing you? And what about when she sees her scars? What about when she needs to talk to someone, to have a shoulder to cry on, because everything from that night haunts her? Who’s she gonna call when she has nightmares? No one knows what she went through but her and you. You can’t leave her alone again.”

“I didn’t leave her the first time.”

“Bullshit. You left. You chose not to stay. You cut her out cold. You weren’t around to see it, but that’s when she changed. That’s when she closed herself off, started to do everything her parents wanted. That’s when she lost herself. It was heartbreaking to watch that, Matt, but you wouldn’t know, because even after Elektra, you didn’t care enough to rebuild that bridge and see the damage you did.”

Matt’s voice is cold and low when he speaks next: “You have no idea how much I cared.”

“You say you care, but you’re so ready to let her suffer alone.”

“You don’t have a goddamn right to say shit like that. She didn’t want to see me.”

“How do you know? Did you try?”

“Foggy—.”

“There was still half of the school year left for you to fix things. You didn’t even try to—.”

“We’re done talking about this.”

“Right. Walking away because it’s easier and because it didn’t go your way. God forbid you actually have to address your feelings!”

“Excuse me?”

“You couldn’t juggle school and Elektra, so you were ready to throw it all away. Hell, you almost did. This time, you couldn't juggle your job and Elektra, so you walked away from the people who needed and relied on you. Now, when that fell apart even further, you’re walking away from the consequences and once more, the people that need you most." Foggy scoffs, venom dripping from his words. "You know what? It is probably best that you’re not here when she wakes up, because if you’re not even the person I called my best friend for years, you’re sure as shit not who she loved in college.” Foggy grabs his things as he walks toward the door, leaving Matt alone with his consequences that weigh him down like cement bricks in the Hudson.

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the-guilty-writer · 4 months

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I second the ask about Hotch's daughter with endometriosis!!! I'd like to see that

I just finished it ♡

Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader

You truly wondered how women with endometriosis survived periods before thermotherapy products were invented. Hot water bottles and heating pads were a necessity for you during this time of the month. It wasn’t that they made the pain go away - they just made it bearable enough to allow you small bits of time where you could do something more than laying down.

At the moment, a hot water bottle and a maxed out dose of Ibuprofen were holding you together - barely. After twenty minutes at school, you were sent home by your English teacher, who was concerned about your nauseous complexion. Somehow, you'd managed to do some make-up work before taking a long (and much-needed) nap.

With your dad away on a case, the list of chores was longer than normal, but the pain made moving nearly impossible, much less cleaning. Dishes needed to be put away, the kitchen table needed to be cleared, and he laundry hamper was flooded with clothes, but there was no way you could do any of it while your insides felt like they were going to fall out. The only thing you absolutely had to do was pick Jack up from school. Everything else could wait.

All the energy you’d gathered went into the ten minute drive to and from picking up your brother. He requested a snack as soon as you got home, which you somehow managed to make him food without screaming in pain. It took every ounce of energy you had left to sit at the table with your brother as he did his homework.

The pain and fatigue clouded your brain, so much so that you hardly noticed the door to the apartment open.

“Dad!” Jack jumped up his seat and down the hall toward him.

“Hey buddy,” Hotch said. The tone of his voice was a testament to his exhaustion, but a happiness to be home.

“Dad, I made this painting in art class and I really want to show you. It's in my bedroom. Come look!” Jack didn’t give your dad a moment of rest.

“Okay,” he chuckled. “I'll be there in a minute.”

Jack’s feet pounded against the floor, running to his room in anticipation. Your dad’s longer, slower footsteps followed behind. As soon as he appeared in the doorway, you could tell the case has been a hard one. He looked beyond exhausted, horrors still haunting his eyes and crushing his spirit. Not even your little brother's innocent greeting could extinguish what your dad had endured over the past few days.

“Hey, dad,” you greeted him with as much enthusiasm as you could muster up.

“Hi sweetheart.” He planted a quick kiss atop your head before moving to the kitchen. “Where are all the plates?”

A displeasement crossed your dad’s face. You'd meant to empty the dishwasher earlier that day, but the pain body had stopped you.

“Still in the dishwasher,” you said, holding back a wince as your stomach cramped.

“I thought we talked about this.”

“We did, but-”

“You’re almost an adult. I expect you to start showing up like one.” He was calm but stern. Unblinking eyes bore into you. It made you want to cry.

Hotch turned and left the kitchen, his calm footsteps indicating he was going to Jack's room.

Despite the pain radiating through your body, you stood up and carefully made your way to the dishwasher to unload it. As soon as you leaned over to lower the door, a stabbing sensation penetrated your gut. Dizziness washed over your head and blackened your vision. In an instant, you had crumbled to the floor.

You weren't even aware that you'd let out a cry of pain until your dad was kneeling next to you, a gentle hand caressing your face. Through teary, blurry vision, you could just make out the worry in his fearures.

“It hurts,” you choked out.

“I know,” he said gently. “I'm here. I've got you.”

Strong arms lifted you off the kitchen floor, carrying you to the couch. A heating pad was laid across your stomach and a straw was brought up to your lips with the gentle encouragement to drink.

When you managed to open your eyes, Hotch was next to you, a look of concern on his normally serious face.

"Hi, sweetheart." The words were the same as before, but his tone was different.

"Hi," you whispered.

"Here," Hotch brought a hand behind your back and used the other to hand you a bottle of water, "have some water."

You took gentle sips. Your father’s hand still rested on your back, rubbing it soothingly.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"You didn't make me get up." It was true.

"No, but I jumped to conclusions about what you were able to do and it made you feel like you had to do something that caused you pain." Sometimes having a profiler for a dad was a good thing. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you said.

Hotch helped you lay down again, covering you with a warm blanket. "Can I get you anything?"

You snuggled into the blanket and adjusted the heating pad to sit in the best place for easing pain. "Just the TV remote."

Your dad smiled - his small but rare smile - before handing you the remote. The rest of the afternoon would be filled with watching bad TV and chick flicks, but he didn't mind. If it made you just a little more comfortable, then it was worth it.

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pumpkinbxtch · 11 days

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𓇼 the sun & the sea 𓇼 〰✷〰

— apollo / lester x daughter of poseidon!reader

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

☆ radiostar is playin': forever always by the driver era…!

warnings: none taglist: @emidpsandia

He, apparently, was dead missing.

"He went alone on the mission with Python. He hasn't returned for three days now." A month later, Meg contacted you through an Iris message and explained everything that had happened. A month later and the days passed, nobody knew about him.

"We only know that he retrieved all the Oracles and the gifts of prophecy returned," Chiron told you, and Dionysus, for the first time, looked nervous and worried about his brother.

But if Apollo had succeeded in his mission, where was he? You hadn't dreamed of him either. Days went by and your anxiety grew.

"I didn't agree, but my brother insisted on pushing him to the limit," Poseidon said seriously, and Percy replied, "I think he took it too literally, don't you?" You suppressed a groan while your father scolded your brother with his gaze. Python was gone forever, but they knew nothing of Apollo.

"It's okay, it's only been five days," you thought, but you realized that every day you did it with a new number and without any news until almost two weeks had passed... Honestly, you didn't know how many times you had cried in all that time, you didn't even bother to hide it, and even your roommate requested a room change.

Lately, the time was bad in every sense. Thunder rumbled, and you hugged the pillow tighter, tears already rolling down your cheeks. The room was colder than usual; after all, you were alone in it. You accompanied yourself with the dim light of your desk lamp, and the flash of lightning illuminated the darkest corners. You realized you were crying over too many things, everything was very recent, you hadn't even finished processing Jason's death, and those lightning bolts... all they did was remind you of it.

"Wasn't it enough with him?" You wondered as you let out your sobs. Jason was his son just like Apollo, and if he led them both to death just to reaffirm his authority to everyone, you had no doubts that Zeus was a cruel father. The thunder shook the window, and you closed your eyes in anger, not retracting anything, even if Zeus annihilated you with one of his lightning bolts, you would never do so. Probably beyond, on Olympus, your own father struggled with annoyance with his brother, but even if Poseidon wasn't half the father that Paul was to you and Percy, he would never allow you to be harmed.

Your tennis sounded against the wet sand of the path leading to your favorite café. You walked in a ghost town with a hollow chest and the cold penetrating your bones, but it didn't matter because you already felt like those skeletons that Nico brought to the surface when he was in a bad mood; anyway, you moved forward to have a hot chocolate, it was Sunday, you had to have enough strength for classes the next day.

— Here it is — the lady said when you had just formed in line at the bar. You frowned and shook your head.

— Surely it's for someone else, I just got in line.

The girl smiled and looked at the label.

— Hot chocolate? —she asked in the waiting line, and no one recognized it, she returned to you and handed it to you again. — It was ordered in advance.

A joke from Frank? Frank didn't make jokes. But if it were, how did he know what you wanted?

You took it and looked at the label, it had a sun drawn on it that made you purse your lips. "Of course, it had to be," you thought bitterly and walked back taking the long way, the one that passed by the small Tiber.

The sunlight barely reflected on the water after all it was covered by the clouds, and you sighed as you looked at the huge body of water, your chest hurt. How did this happen? You would be better off if you hadn't entered that Grove, but you had to do your will, but you wouldn't have had those days with Apollo, which provoked mixed emotions in you again.

"this rhymes for him were different, but he hopes for put that ring and find what he's been missing."

— If you wanted to marry me so much, come back and do it — you murmured with your nose buried in your scarf and tears stinging your eyes. You cut your step and faced the river that continued to shine coldly, the small cup you held slipped from your hands with each sob, and when you let out the first whimper, you let it go. However, it didn't fall. You gasped, and when you looked beside you, your breath left you.

Of those brown curls, only a few remained mixed with the blond ones, of the freckles you counted that last time you had him too close, there were only about three hundred instead of a thousand. He was taller, and his body more athletic, but he wore the same Led Zeppelin t-shirt and ripped jeans from the knees. His smile was big and triumphant, the same blue eyes you had been waiting to see were just trying to memorize your fractions in the same way you were doing with him.

— And are you serious or are you just fooling me?— His voice. You threw yourself into his arms without considering if he could be hurt, but judging by how he looked... then you took him by the shoulders, he foolishly thought you would kiss him, but you just leaned back and kicked him in the chest with the skill that only you could have.

He groaned on the ground in a fetal position, and seconds later, he rose on his elbows with a confused look.

— Idiot — you shouted as you walked towards him and knelt to be at his height. Apollo couldn't help but smile like an idiot, and you couldn't help but hug him again. — Where the hell were you?

Your whimpering caused guilt in his chest, and he took care of your head as both lay back on the grass. He stroked your hair as you clung to his chest, wishing his scent would imprint on you to never forget it.

— Hey…— He called you, and you looked up, noticing tears in his eyes too. You cupped his cheek and, before he could say anything else, you kissed him. The first kiss. He closed his eyes, completely surrendered to you, feeling like he could finally breathe freely after months. When your soft lips left his, he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck. You couldn't see it, but Apolo had a flushed face and a knot in his stomach.

But you didn't need to see it, because as he hid in you, the sun broke through the clouds, shining brightly, almost lighting up the whole world with brighter colors than before. It was with that detail that you confirmed he had become a god again, and his feelings were showing to you in too many ways.

— I…— You spoke after several minutes of silence, causing him to sit properly on the grass with you, holding your hand. — I do want to be with you. I'm not just messing around, just so we're clear.

— Do you have an alternative? — He joked, and you gently pushed him while nervously looking at your hands.

— Fool.

— For you, of course — he cooed as he took your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him. His cheeks were still flushed, but you noticed that his skill to seduce without seeming like an inexperienced teenager had returned, and that's where your first jealousy arose because you wished only you could have that side of him.

— And only for me, I'm sure — you grumbled under your breath at having that thought, and he laughed.

— I was born to love only you, believe me.— Apollo said, getting up and offering his hand to help you. — And just like art, I'll be faithful to you.

— Wow, what a great poet — you took his hand, and he took you by the waist, bending down to touch his nose to yours. You never believed in the expression "like a Greek god" until he looked at you in that way.

— Are you going to marry me? — He stroked your nose with his while gently squeezing your waist. You nodded silently like a fool, and he gave you a peck on the lips with a smirk. — I just wanted to make sure, but actually, I don't need any of that to be devoted to you. You're everything to me.

He took your hand and led you along the edge of the small Tiber, which now shone fervently.

•

— Apollo! — You shouted from the reception of the mansion on Olympus, closing the big door forcefully and looking at your husband playfully peeking behind his throne.

— Yes, dear? — You pursed your lips and approached him.

— Where are my things?

— Which ones? — He played dumb, and you sighed.

— From my bedroom at the university, where are they?

—In your room...— you raised an eyebrow — here.

You growled and pulled him to come out from behind the throne.

— I told you it would be until I graduated.

Apollo pouted and slumped his shoulders.

—But I miss you.

You smiled and hugged him.

— I miss you too, but— you stepped back and showed the ring on your ring finger —I have this, darling, and that's enough to scare off my classmates. I don't need to come down from Olympus every day when I can be in the dorms.

Apollo nodded regretfully.

— Alright, alright...— he snapped his fingers and smiled at you — everything is already in your silly university dorm.

You smiled and gave him a kiss. As you started making your way to the exit, he sighed.

— I'll see you tonight — he shouted, and you turned around smiling.

The Sun illuminates the beauty of the sea but never tries to contain it, and the sea shows the sun that even in the stormiest moments or the darkest nights, its light never fades.

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livingformintyoongi1 · 26 days

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･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Aftercare･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Pairing: Taehyung x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of smut, Fluff, mentions of cheating [from reader's ex-boyfriend].

Wc: 852.

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You felt exhausted, most of your body ached, and there was no part of you that was not reddened because of Taehyung's lips. In spite of that, you had no regrets. Sometimes that little voice you thought was your conscience would repeat to you what a horrible person you were for having done this having broken up with your boyfriend just a few days ago, but then you remembered that he not only kept you hidden for a year and a half, but also decided to go out in public with another girl behind your back during the last few months of your relationship. You supposed it was a coincidence that she looked so similar to you.

You closed your eyes, trying to silence that voice that was once again making you the villain of your own life. You tried to focus on the present, on the fact that you were finally with the only person you ever really came to love in your life. It worked a little, because almost unconsciously you smiled.

You felt his warm arms wrap around your waist and pull you even closer to him, his nose barely bumped against the bare skin of your neck, and it felt so natural that you couldn't help but feel at peace. He had so much control over you, and for the first time in your life that didn't scare you, because you knew he would never hurt you.

"How do you feel?" he whispered against your skin, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Was I too rough?"

You laughed softly as you heard his question. No one in your life had ever treated you so delicately during sex. You didn't want to delve into that reflection, at least not now.

"That was perfect" you murmured, turning around so you could hug him. You rested your forehead on his chest. It felt so soft and warm. You didn't want that moment to end. "You were beyond perfect."

You looked up, seeing Taehyung smile. It was quite dark, but you still managed to catch a glimpse of a slight pink hue on his cheeks. You had never imagined that you would have the opportunity to provoke such a reaction in him. You felt proud.

"Feeling a little better? Your legs were shaking a lot" he kissed your shoulder, brushing your thigh with his fingertips.

"I think that's kind of the idea" you smiled, kissing his jaw.

"I mean, yeah, but it was too much, has it always been like this?" he rested his free hand on your hair, stroking it gently.

"Yes, it always has been" you hid your face in his neck. He didn't have to know that so far you had never enjoyed having sex with your ex's, it was unnecessary information.

"Good" he kissed your forehead, lifting out of bed and putting on his underwear.

You settled in so you could sleep for a while, you knew how things went. You would stay here until your legs stopped being numb, he would go somewhere else to get on with his day as normal, you would both carry on as normal. That's how it was supposed to work.

Maybe that's why you screamed as you felt him pull your legs and carefully spread them open to clean you.

"What are you doing?" you asked in surprise, letting him do whatever he was about to do, but not taking the surprise off your face.

"Cleaning you up?" he frowned, looking at you with the same confusion you looked at him with, "It's too late to take a shower, and I don't want you to get sick, you're too busy with comeback and all, so I'll just wipe with a cloth, is that okay with you?"

"I guess," mumble, watching as he continued to wipe your inner thighs, "but why are you doing it?".

"Well, I can't leave you with... that coming out of you, let's just say it's best for you" he nodded, finishing cleaning and setting the cloth down on his nightstand, "You've never had that done before?"

"No," you shook your head, following him with your eyes.

He had set about picking up your clothes, tossing everything but your underwear into the dirty laundry basket he kept in the corner. He also took his shirt, but contrary to what you thought, he didn't wear it for himself.

"Come here," he beckoned you with his fingers, indicating you to come closer.

You just silently obeyed, sitting down right in front of him.

He helped you into your underwear, apologizing softly as he listened to your complaints about how sore your hips had become. When he was done, he grabbed his shirt and put it on you with the utmost care, kissing your head after he was done.

Your heart felt so warm that you felt like you might burn inside. For the first time in years, you felt like you had made the right decision, and it felt so good, so right. You loved this man, and you were so happy you could call him yours.

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turtle-steverogers · 5 months

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Help. I’m having Steve thoughts. Talk to me about poor Steve fresh off the serum. He feels wrong in his skin. He feels right in his skin. Everything is so sensitive. He doesn’t know how to work this new body of his and he can’t quite get there. He can’t finish. He’s so frustrated.

Enter Bucky (of course). Haven’t thought how tho. Does Steve works up the courage to ask? To tell him? Does Bucky just know? Does he maybe walk in on something?

But it works with him. Even if this is all new to Bucky as well, somehow he just knows. And he’s slow and gentle but also steady and sure and he gets Steve relaxed and he gets him there. Couple of times 😮‍💨👀

And the thing about it is that Steve's just so sensitive now. Before he had the serum, he had the opposite problem. It took a lot to get him going, and he'd always have to maintain a certain level of energy to keep the pleasure cresting until he finished. So going hard on himself is what he's used to.

But the serum. God, the serum makes him so fucking sensitive it hurts. But when he slows down, it aches. It isn't enough. And there's so much else he's trying to learn how to adjust to, that he gives up after a while trying to figure out how to make his goddamn dick cooperate with him. After a while, he just accepts that he can't find that happy medium.

Until one day they're on leave. Somewhere in England, some shitty countryside inn, and it's late. It's late and Steve's tired and he just wants to feel good. Plus, Bucky's out for the night with some of the guys, so he figures now's a good time as any to try jerking off again.

Except he's still way too goddamn sensitive, and he's left with a heaving chest and aching cock and no relief.

He's so frustrated, that he barely notices the door unlocking until it's too late and Bucky's walking in, looking a little more than tipsy and all loose edges. Tie undone and shirt untucked and fuck, he's hot. His hair isn't gelled and Steve's got his dick in hand and--

"Oh shit," Bucky blurts, eyes wide as he takes in Steve, half naked on the bed, cock hard and leaking. Steve has the grace to blush, at least. "Fuck, sorry pal, I can... go..."

He pauses, licking his lips. His gaze is fixed on Steve's cock, and it isn't like they haven't seen each other naked before, but never like this. Never spread out and wanting.

Steve swallows. He's frozen. He can't seem to move. Put himself away. Have the grace to cover up. And there's some part of him that doesn't want to, because there's always been this thread between him and Bucky. A low simmering fire that flared every now and then. An unspoken tension beyond the understanding that they'd burn the world down for each other, that there was something more.

"Don't go," Steve croaked. Bucky's eyes widened, flicking back up to Steve's. He steps in, closes the door.

"Ah, for-- you know. Privacy," he fumbles, and Steve laughs, and fuck, he wants. He wants Bucky so bad.

"C'mere?" He asks, stroking himself again. Shuddering.

Bucky's eyes darken. "Yeah," he agrees, tugging his tie off and kicking off his shoes, shedding his clothes until he's nearly naked as well, and Steve's heart is pounding now, because are they doing this? Are they really doing this?

"You're fucking beautiful," Bucky says, reverent as he crawls onto the bed, and it's like two puzzle pieces slotting together. Inhabiting the same small space, just like they always have, even if they're different. Fundamentally changed. "Always have been, but fuck, I thought you'd never ask."

And fuck, now they've said it. Now it's out there, plain and simple.

"I haven't been able to finish," Steve admits, face turning a dark shade of red. He hitches a breath when Bucky runs his fingers over his lower stomach, ghosting downward, toward Steve's cock. "I'm too-- it's too sensitive, with the serum and-- oh fuck."

His eyes roll back as Bucky takes him in hand, and shit, he should have known Bucky would just know. He's stroking him now, slow and gentle, but firm enough that Steve's lower stomach starts to tighten, and yeah. Yeah, that's it. That's fucking perfect, he thinks.

"I've gotcha," Bucky murmurs, leaning down, kissing him. Heated and loving all at once.

And when Steve finally finishes, silent scream caught on Bucky's lips, he knows that he's safe. That even in this new skin, Bucky can make him feel like himself. Same bones. Same heart.

#steve rogers #stucky #bucky barnes #mikey answers #mikey screams into the void

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justauthoring · 2 years

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Shadow of Yourself [5/18]

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

A/N: guess who finally reappears? eliiiiiiii! look forward to come angst :)

Based off of: Cobra Kai 02x04 and 02x05 Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that), fighting, bullying, etc. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

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WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?

Learning karate was a lot different then you expected it to be.

Mr. Larusso—Sensei Larusso—was nice and super patient with you for someone who barely knew what they were doing. He also seemed entirely too giddy at the thought of you being a new student and could barely contain his excitement the first day you walked into his dojo.

Robby and Sam had been off on their own training, which you guess made sense given that they were a lot more skilled and proficient in the art then you were. It still felt odd.

Because instead of actual training, you were doing chores. Well, they’d seemed like chores at first but it became clear pretty early on that it was a trick for the muscle memory aspect — the defence would pay off upon doing the movements repetitively.

Waxing the cars, sanding the deck, painting the house.

At first you’d been afraid it was some elaborate trick of Sam’s just to get you to do the chores she didn’t want you to do, or that Mr. Larusso needed help with—but you knew Sam and quickly deduced that that was as far fetched as it could get.

Besides, while it hurt your back and your arms were incredibly sore, doing the chores got your mind off of things. Provided a distraction. One you’d desperately needed, and in the scheme of things didn’t mind all that much.

Enough so that when you finished sanding the deck on your first day, a good two hours later, you’d all but skipped over to Mr. Larusso with a smile on your face. “Mr. Larusso,” you call out to him, eyes flickering briefly to Sam and Robby whose stood next to him. “I finished the deck.”

“Perfect timing, Y/N,” he grins, causing you to blink in response.

“What’s happening?” You ask, tilting your head in confusion.

Sam and Mr. Larusso eye each other briefly, before the latter turns to you; “we’re going on a trip.”

Turns out the trip meant heading to the beach house that Mr. Larusso and his family often frequented, the four of you piling into Mr. Larusso’s car—the ‘banana boat�� Sam dubbed it, which you were told was a gift from Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Larusso’s Sensei. Sam was sat up front with her father, while you and Robby were in the back.

You haven’t really gotten the chance to talk to Robby beyond your small, rather awkward chat at the Valley Festival. You weren’t really sure how to approach him given that he didn’t really seem to, well, like you all that much.

“I still don’t understand how going to the beach is gonna help us get students.”

“It’s not the students that I’m after,” Mr. Larusso answers Robby, briefly glancing over at the both of you. “It’s the parents.”

“So,” Sam speaks up, her brows furrowing in disbelief. “You’re counting on kids listening to their parents?”

You nod, “yeah. No offence, Mr. Larusso, but kids almost make it their goal not to listen to their parents.”

“No, no, I’m counting on parents doing whatever it takes to protect their kids.” He rebuttals, shaking his head. “Look, I’ve tried everything else to promote Miyagi-Do. If this doesn’t work… nothing will.”

Well, you can’t help but think, hopefully then it will.

Mr. Larusso told you to make yourself comfortable…

What did that even mean?

You’ve never been to a beach house, let alone such a fancy one and the bathing suit Sam had let you borrow was far beyond your level of comfort. You can’t remember the last time you’ve gone swimming or worn a swimsuit, especially in front of others.

Especially in front of a boy.

Even, really, a girl too.

Your outings with Eli and Demetri had consisted of the comic book shop, the arcade or a movie at one of your houses. This was different—far too different and you felt extremely out of your element.

You’d yet to meet up with Sam and Robby yet, it felt a lot more awkward when you were with the both of them. Sam and Robby were obviously friends, close ones at that, and yeah, you and Sam got along but it’s like every time you were within the vicinity of Robby, he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.

At the very least, away from you.

How were you supposed to approach that? You’d been friends with only Eli and Demetri for as long as you had because you didn’t know how to talk to people.

But you also couldn’t hide forever.

Unfortunately.

So, steeling your nerves, you pull the sleeves of your shirt further down your arms, making your way over to where you saw Sam and Robby settle down. Only, as you make your way over, you only see Robby.

“Hey,” you call softly, ignoring the slight shake of your voice. Robby turns to you at the sound of your voice, faltering slightly when he realizes it’s you.

You ignore the look, taking a seat on the bench next to him. “Where’s Sam?”

“She went to talk with Aisha.”

Your lips form an ‘o’, nodding to yourself as you shuffle back on the bench, trying to get comfortable. You can’t help but briefly glance to your left, at Robby, and hope that he’ll say something else. Anything else.

He seems determined to ignore you.

“Why do you hate me?”

The words slip past your lips before you even realize you’re saying them, shocking you just as much as they shock Robby.

Robby jerks at your sudden question, head snapping back round to glance at you in confusion. “What?”

“I mean, you must,” you mumble, fumbling with the hem of your shirt. “You never talk to me and you look like you’d rather be anywhere else then here with me right now.”

Robby frowns, unable to deny, shrugging his shoulders, “I don’t hate you. I just don’t trust you.”

Brows furrowing, you shake your head; “why?”

“Because you’re friends with Miguel,” Robby huffs, “and he’s one of them.” He spits the last word with such disgust, an angry look crossing his features as he scoffs at you.

“Miguel’s my friend,” you nod, shrugging. “But that doesn’t mean I agree with what they’re doing.” Then, after a moment, you add; “besides, you’re not the only one whose suffered because of Cobra Kai.”

Robby’s brows furrow but his face softens at your words nonetheless, a mixture of surprise and confusion flooding his features as he stares back at you. He hadn’t been expecting an answer, especially such a calm one at that.

Really, with the way he’d been treating you, you’d have every right to get mad. Or, at the very least, a little upset.

Swallowing thickly, Robby shifts; “why did you decide to join Miyagi-Do.”

“I dunno,” you whisper. “At first I was determined to avoid all karate. Karate is what took away my best friend. But then, when I saw your guys’ performance at the festival, I knew then that Miyagi-Do was different. I couldn’t look away.”

Meeting Robby’s gaze, you smile softly. “Besides, I could use some friends too.”

He blinks at that, lips parting in bafflement.

He hadn’t expected that. Any of it. Least of all the sadness in your voice as you explained your reasoning.

Suddenly, Robby feels guilty for the way he’d treated you. He’d barely even given you a chance before he just decided that you weren’t in it for real and that you were just like the rest of them. That you didn’t really care about Miyagi-Do. When really, you’d been just as hurt by Cobra Kai and all of it like him and Sam.

Lips parting, Robby stammers for a response; “I-I…—”

You just shake your head, waving him off; “it’s okay, Robby. You don’t have to explain yourself. I just hope you’ll give me a chance.”

“Yeah,” he nods, perhaps slightly too quickly as you let out a light giggle at his eagerness. “Yeah, sure.”

Your smile beams all too quickly and it’s clear you’re desperate for him to like you; “great!”

“Hey, have any of you seen my wallet?”

Turning at the sound of Mrs. Larusso’s voice, you blink as you watch her search through her beach bag, a look of desperation and slight panic on her face. Robby and Sam are stood before you, glancing at each other briefly before back at Mrs. Larusso.

“Wait,” Robby frowns, “you’re missing your wallet?”

“It’s gotta be around here somewhere,” she shakes her head. “Can you just spread out? I’m sure it’ll turn up somewhere.”

You nod, moving to walk off in search until you notice the look on Robby’s face. He’s shuffling off quickly, something in his gaze as he makes his way past Mrs. Larusso. “I’ll check the beach,” he explains, setting his bag down. “Maybe someone turned it in to the lifeguard.”

Your brows furrow as you watch him, something felt strange about the way he rushed off. You turn to Sam to ask if she knew but she’s already got her sights set on something and your eyes flicker upwards only to find the back to Aisha and who you assume is the new friend Sam mentioned she was with.

For a moment, you pause, unsure who to follow or if you should just go looking on your own. But the truth was, Robby had seemed uncomfortable the entire time you’d been there—it was subtle, but you’d gotten good at noticing things other people didn’t.

It was the perks of being in background.

“I’m gonna go help Robby,” you explain to Mrs. Larusso who nods at you distractedly.

It’s easy enough to follow Robby but you’re a few steps behind him, by the time you reach him he’s perched behind the stairs leading down to the beach. Your brows furrow as you watch him for a moment, slowing down your pace.

“Robby, what are you—”

The next second a handful of wallets fall to the floor. Sure enough, Mrs. Larusso’s is there as well.

“I knew it,” Robby huffs.

“How did you—”

“Yo, but did you see the shorty in the green thong?”

You blink at the new voice, mildly disgusted by the boys words as you glance up. There’s two footsteps heading down the stairs directly above you, just as a second voice calls out; “oh, man, I ain’t thinking about that right now.”

In the next second, Robby’s turning on his phone, starting a recording through the camera before he grabs you by the wrist, yanking you back. You stumble over your feet blindly for a moment, before catching your footing, turning to him in confusion as he tucks you and himself under the stairs, obviously trying to hide himself.

“All right, let’s get the stuff. We gonna bolt.”

“Just like that.”

He places himself in front of you, hiding you slightly from sight as the two boys come to a stop in front of you. By the looks on their faces, they know Robby.

“This guy here, man,” the one with the ball cap scoffs, shaking his head.

Stepping out from beneath the stairs, Robby shrugs; “same shit, different summer.”

Just what the hell was happening right now?

“What are you doing here, Robby?”

“Found your stash,” Robby gestures behind him, just as you slowly step out yourself. “You’re gonna give it all back.”

The taller, skinnier one scoffs; “the hell we are.”

“You didn’t learn your lesson last time? That’s cool. We can give you a refresher course.”

Shaking your head, you step forward; “Robby, what the h*ll is going on? How do you know these guys?”

Turning to you, Robby frowns; “just step back, Y/N. These guys stole from Mrs. Larusso.”

“I figured that much out myself,” you deadpan, “why do you know them?”

“Because Robby used to do it with us, sweet cheeks,” the ball cap wearing one grins, stepping closer to you as he eyes you up and down. “Man, where’d you find yourself such a sweet piece of a**, Robby?”

Bewildered by what he said and disgusted by his treatment of you, you shake your head, scoffing.

Robby huffs, “just shut up and bring it—“

He steps forward in preparation but then a shadow falls behind the both of you and you notice the man stood behind Robby a second too late. He brings a paddle to the back of Robby’s head, knocking him off his feet and straight to the ground as you gasp in response, quickly jumping away from the guy.

The two others laugh, “what you forgot this was a three man job?”

Glaring at them, you spin to face them; “what is wrong with you?” Racing forward, you move to swing a hit, only to have it easily blocked. It’s the one wearing the ball cap that catches your fist and you freeze in realization—you’ve trained in Miyagi-Do for approximately one day.

And all you’d done was sand a deck.

Why exactly had you thought you’d be able to take these guys?

Spinning you around, he locks you in his grip, wrapping an arm around your neck to hold you firmly to his chest as you huff. You try to work your way out but all the guy does is squeeze tighter, making you groan out slightly in response.

A huff catches your attention however, and your eyes widen when you see Robby slowly crawling to his knees.

“Robby!”

“You know,” the boy holding you calls out, “for a smart kid, you sure do learn slow.”

The man who’d hit Robby makes his way over to him, picking him back up to his feet by his shoulders, all but yanking him to his feet before putting him in a headlock similar to you. Except the guy holding Robby is twice his size and by the reddening of Robby’s face, you figure he’s holding him a lot tighter.

“Maybe,” the skinny one laughs, “we need to leave him something to remember him us by.”

Your eyes widen when he pulls out a pocket knife.

“Wait, no,” you cry, fighting the boy who’s holding you grip. He just squeezes tighter, making your face feel hot as you gasp for breath.

“Just wait your turn—“

He doesn’t finish his words. In the next second the boy in front of you is knocked to the ground, knife falling out of his hands, by… “Mr. Larusso?”

“Let them go.” Mr. Larusso calls out, hands held out before him.

“Don’t listen to him,” the boy holding you orders, shuffling back as you get dragged with him. Then, he stops, and suddenly you’re being thrown to the ground, landing onto the sand with a loud huff, the wind knocked out of you.

“Alright grandpa, let’s do it.”

Bracing yourself, you turn your head over your shoulder, the frown on your lips turning to a smile as you watch Mr. Larusso kick their asses—not to mention with ease.

When the guy holding Robby is the only one left, he throws him to the ground similar to how you’d been, moving to attack Mr. Larusso. You rush to Robby’s side without hesitation, your hands falling to his shoulders as you gaze down at him in concern.

“You okay, Robby?”

Meeting your gaze, Robby nods before the both of you glance back over at Mr. Larusso.

You just manage to catch sight of him roundhouse kick the last guy.

“Your grandpa know how to move like that, huh?”

Helping Robby to his feet, you laugh; “that was incredible, Mr. Larusso!”

“Yeah, well,” glancing at the both of you, Mr. Larusso nods. “Let’s just get out of here.”

“Mr. Miyagi didn’t recruit me. He wasn’t looking for students.”

Sitting up from your spot next to Sam, you smile at Robby and Daniel as they make their way out.

“He took me in because I needed him,” Daniel continues to explain, “I came to him, not the other way around. It’s time we be patient. Let those who need us, find us. Right?”

Daniel smiles at the three of you, and when he’s eyes meet yours you offer him a smile and a thumbs up. To you, that sounded like a perfect plan.

“Excuse me?”

Straightening at the sound of a familiar voice, your eyes widen at who you see.

“Uh, it was unclear if the gate was the front door or if I was supposed to ring the door bell.”

“Demetri?” You call out, eyes wide with shock as you stand up. Everyone’s eyes fall on you, watching as you step forward, lips parting.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. I didn’t know you were here.” Smiling, Demetri’s eyes flicker past you, head tilting; “is that a koi pond? How much does it cost to maintain that—“

Shaking your head, you interrupt him; “what are you doing here?”

“Uh, yeah…” shuffling on his feet, Demetri’s hands fall to his sides. “I wanna learn karate.”

Eyes widening, your lips part. Demetri had always been so against karate, even more than you… then again, you haven’t really talked to him in a while.

Clearly things had changed.

Smiling brightly, Daniel nods; “you’ve come to the right place.”

Needless to say, Demetri was exactly how you expected him to be.

He’s been your friend for as long as you can remember, and although you haven’t talk to him in a while, you knew him well. His heart wasn’t in it, it showed in the way he reacted to Mr. Larusso’s teachings.

Given that the two of you just started learning, Mr. Larusso had decided to teach you both together. But it was clear what set the two of you apart when you completed each and every task with no complaints while Demetri seemed to try to get out of it in whatever way he possibly could.

The both of you had been training for a few days now while Robby and Sam continued on their own. The movements were becoming easier and were starting to feeling natural, a thought that easily brought a smile to your face. The hard work was finally starting to pay off.

It was the start of your training for the day, Robby and Sam had already gotten started given that most of their training happened on their own now. You were just doing some stretching and warming up when Demetri made his way in for training today.

“Uh, hey, are we doing shirts versus skins?”

Looking up at the sound of his voice, your brows furrow. You glance over at Robby and Sam, who Demetri was talking to, noticing that Robby had taken off his shirt under this heat.

“Cause I’d prefer to be a shirt. Not saying that you have to be a skin,” Demetri calls out to Sam directly, causing you to roll your eyes. “Unless you want to. I support your right to choose.”

Pushing yourself up to your feet, you make your way over to Mr. Larusso whose just walked in, shaking your head at Demetri’s words.

Mr. Larusso nods at you in greeting before turning back to Demetri; “Demetri! Over here.”

He listens without fault, making his way up the stairs, before coming to a stop before the both of you. “Hey, Mr. L, before we begin…” reaching in his pocket, you pause when he pulls out a slip of paper, handing it to Mr. Larusso.

Holding the paper out in confusion, Mr. Larusso shakes his head. “What’s…”

“It’s a note from my mom excusing me from any extensive arm and leg movements.”

Eyes falling shut, you press a hand to your forehead.

“So, uh, if there’s an alternative lesson I could do… Maybe a workbook.”

Mr. Larusso sighs at Demetri’s words, but instead of responding the way you expect him to, he turns to you. “Y/N, show me ‘sand the floor’.”

Pausing in thought for a moment, you nod, kicking your leg back just as he does, and in the next second he’s turning, kicking his leg out towards you. But instead of hitting you, you block it, your hand moving down towards your side. Your eyes widen as you do, surprised at the ease with which you did.

“Excellent job, Y/N.” He smiles at you, to which you return before he turns to Demetri. “Okay, Demetri your turn. Just like Y/N. Show me ‘sand the floor’.”

Mr. Larusso does the same movements as he did with you, only Demetri doesn’t block. He simply… let’s Mr. Larusso kick him.

“Ow! You kicked me!”

Huffing, Mr. Larusso shakes his head; “why didn’t you block, Demetri? You know this. This is the muscle memory!”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t have muscles.”

“Demetri,” you huff, shaking your head.

He turns to you; “what?”

“Just… do you… do you want to be here, Demetri?” Mr. Larusso asks, letting his hands fall to his sides as he turns to your friend, a frown on his lips.

“Not really.”

“Then why are you here?”

Eyes flickering to Demetri, you frown at the look on his face.

“My whole life I’ve been, let’s just say, less than popular. But at least I had a few friends.” You meet his gaze as he turns to you. “And then Cobra Kai comes to town, and next thing I know, my friends are taking karate and becoming alpha jerks.”

Shoulders falling, you glance at your feet.

“I’m literally be threatened by one of my best friends.”

Frowning, you shuffle on your feet, fiddling with your hands. You… you hadn’t know Demetri felt that way.

“I just wanted to show I could fight back.”

Stepping forward, you set your hand on Demetri’s shoulder, pulling his gaze on you. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

Demetri just shakes his head; “it’s the same for you.”

Sighing, Mr. Larusso steps forward. “Look… I understand what you’re going through. I do. But Miyagi-Do isn’t about showing off. It’s about—“

“Self defenSe. I-I know. Problem is, my ‘self’ is too weak.”

Demetri walks off at that and you turn to him, eyes watching his back. You guess you’d been just as lousy of a friend to Demetri as Eli—you can’t remember the last time you’d hung out with him, just you and him.

No one else.

And while Eli had decided on just blatantly ignoring you, it seems like he’d been terrorizing Demetri. How? You didn’t know. But you’ve never seen Demetri act like that, not for as long as you’ve known him and certainly not ever when talking about Eli.

They were best friends, friends longer then with you. They’d been through everything together.

And now, Eli had just tossed him aside.

Turning to Mr. Larusso and seeing the defeated look on his face, you swallow thickly. “Don’t worry, Mr. Larusso. I’ll go talk to him.”

“You will?”

Meeting his eyes, you nod; “I’m one of his best friends.”

“Hey.”

Your voice is soft as you call out to Demetri, taking a seat next to him on the step as you gently bump your shoulder against his own.

He briefly glances up at you; “hey.” He offers blandly, a single nod.

Feeling the slight tension, you bring your knees up to your chest, hugging them tightly for moral support as you let your head rest on your knees. “I’m sorry about Eli, Demetri.”

Shrugging his shoulders, he waves you off. “It isn’t your fault.”

“Well, I’m also sorry I haven’t been a great friend.”

Blinking, Demetri turns to you in surprise.

“I haven’t been there for you and for that I’m sorry,” you say honestly, eyes flickering past him to stare in front of yourself. “I just couldn’t bare to be around him anymore, after… well, you know. It was too hard for me. But I should’ve still reached out to you.”

Demetri pauses a moment before slightly bumping his shoulder against yours. “If it’s any consolation, I think he misses you as much as you miss him.”

Raising a brow, you scoff at Demetri; “yeah sure. I’m sure he missed me so much while he was busy making out with Moon.”

“I’m serious. Whenever he was talking about something or when he did something impressive to show off, he’d get this look in his eyes and he’d search for you. Of course, you were never there…” Demetri explains, “he’d never admit to it of course. But, I know what I saw.”

Feeling your cheeks warm and an uncertainty on how to reply, you just pull your knees closer to yourself. “Well, doesn’t mean he’s any less of an a**hole.”

Demetri snorts, “I definitely agree with you there.”

Smiling at your success at getting him to smile, you turn to look at Demetri. “I did miss hanging out with you too, you know. Not just Eli.”

Meeting your gaze, Demetri can’t fight the smile from his lips. “Yeah, I missed you too. You unfortunately are sometimes the only sane person I know.”

Letting out a laugh, you shake your head; “thanks?”

“You’re welcome.”

Licking your lips, you hesitate on your next words. You don’t know if you should bring up Mr. Larusso or just leave it—ultimately, that was a decision Demetri needed to make for himself. You can’t force him either way.

You wanted him to take Miyagi-Do lessons because he wanted to. Not because he felt he had to.

So, choosing not to mention the elephant in the room, you grin over at him; “Robby, Sam and I were planning on heading to the mall later. Did you wanna come?”

“I’m more partial to his performance in ‘Donnie Darko’.”

Rolling your eyes with a smile on your face at Demetri’s words, you take a seat across from him, the both of you having just finished grabbing your food. You’d purposely delayed Demetri for the sake that it looked like Sam and Robby wanted some time alone—it was pretty obvious the two of each other had a massive crush on one another.

And with Demetri here now, you didn’t have to play the awkward third wheel.

“Interesting movie,” Demetri adds, nodding before he falters. “Time travel logic left a lot to be desired.”

Sam and Robby chuckle to one another as you grin; “I personally agree with Robby and Sam, ‘Dirty Dancing’ is the best. I used to watch it all the time as a little girl.”

Demetri pauses, “really? I would’ve—wait, is today Wednesday?”

Reeling back from Demetri’s sudden change in conversation, you watch as Robby and Sam answer his question.

“Yeah.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Demetri is suddenly snapping his fingers in your direction, “the new issue of Dungeon Lord came out,” he explains, moving to stand as your eyes widen in realization. It’s been so long since you’ve been able to hang with Demetri or even think about stuff like that you’d completely forgotten.

It was, however, good to know some things never changed.

“Um, do you guys want anything from the comic book store?”

Robby laughs, “uh, no thanks.” As Sam shakes her head.

“I’ll come with,” you shrug, pushing yourself to a stand. “It’s been a bit since I’ve gone.”

Demetri grins, “okay, we’ll be right back. Make sure no one throws away my chicken.”

He’s racing across the food court before you have another second to think, and letting out a laugh you offer a wave back at Sam and Robby before you move to follow after Demetri. The trip to the comic book store is easy enough and the second you catch up to Demetri, you shake your head at the fact that he’s slightly breathless.

“I’m gonna go look around, okay?” You turn to him, laughing. “Let me know when you find Dungeon Lord.”

Demetri nods and with that, the two of you head your separate ways, a smile on your face. This certain comic book store is quite large and you find yourself reminiscing as you look at all the comic books, surprised at all the new volumes you’d missed.

You’d have to get Demetri to catch you up on all of them.

You’re so lost in your thoughts, you barely hear the sound of something being knocked over. It sounds like a stand, the sound of books clattering along with it startles you from your thoughts the second you hear it, glancing up from the comic book in your hands with furrowed brows as you glance to your right.

You can’t really see anything, tucked away in a aisle.

But it did sound like it came from the direction Demetri had headed in.

Thinking better then to ignore it, you put the comic book back, making your way over.

“You think I’m afraid of you?” Eyes widening in concern at Demetri’s voice, you move to quicken your pace until you hear his next words. “I know who you really are… Eli.”

Eli? Eli was here?

Slowly making your way forward, you pause at the sight of him. He hasn’t noticed you, and neither has the other two with him—nor Demetri. You’ve tucked yourself behind a shelf purposely, because the mere sight of him makes everything in your body freeze. Eli looks a lot different then you remember, a red mohawk instead of a blue, and there’s this look in his eyes.

He almost seems unrecognizable. You know it’s him but there’s no trace left of the Eli you once knew. It isn’t just his hair or the clothes he wears, it’s the way he’s looking down at Demetri.

You’ve never seen him so mad. Let alone at his own best friend.

“So, why don’t you, Rocksteady and Bepop just leave me alone, okay?”

Just as Demetri moves to turn, two others come up behind him, effectively blocking his path. Your heart falls to the pit of your stomach at the sight, a sick feeling enveloping you as you shuffle back on your feet.

Something told you this wasn’t going to end well.

“Great. So this is what it’s come to,” Demetri scoffs, “gang assault.”

“Take it down, or we take you down.”

You haven’t heard his voice in a while. Not since at he All Valley tournament. You hadn’t realized avoiding him as much as you had been would make seeing him again so hard. Something as simple as just hearing his voice was making you feel stuck in your place.

“You’d actually hurt me?”

Eli doesn’t respond, and that scares you more than if he had.

“Well, guess what, you’re not the only one that knows karate.” Eyes widening at Demetri’s words, you freeze—he’d barely even learned wax on, wax off. “I just joined Miyagi-Do.”

He kicks his leg back, before pausing, switching his side in preparation.

Scoffing, Eli rolls his eyes; “all right, let’s see what you got.”

It happens in the blink of an eye, you barely have time to process what he’s doing. Eli delivers a nasty kick to Demetri’s stomach before ducking, sweeping Demetri off his feet and having him crashing to the ground.

The sight is almost unbelievable to you—obviously, you’d known Eli had changed but… but to attack Demetri like that?

Demetri really was being terrorized by him.

“Demetri!” You act on instinct, your worry over taking your apprehension as you rush out from where you’d been hiding. Your eyes meet Eli’s briefly, and it’s as if time slows as he falters at the sight of you, lips parting in bafflement at the sight of you there. You just glare at him, rushing to Demetri’s side as you fall to your knees next to him.

“What the h*ll is wrong with you?” You cry at Eli, helping to pull Demetri up by his shoulders as you stare back at Eli in disbelief.

Eli pauses, hesitant on what to say. His friends are looking at him in confusion, obviously not understanding what the problem was before he scoffs; “he was asking for it.”

You just roll your eyes, moving to say something else before you’re interrupted by the sound of the store clerk calling out; “hey, what’s going on back there?”

Demetri uses that split second of distraction to jump to his feet, pulling you with him by the wrist as he races past Eli’s two other friends, making his way out of the comic book store. The second you’re out he let’s go of your hand, a huff leaving your lips as you follow closely behind him.

“What are we doing!” You cry out, distressed.

“Do you wanna fight him?” He calls back.

And you both know the answer to that.

Demetri bumps into two people before knocking over a sunglasses stand. You shuffle back as he goes crashing to the ground once more, quickly moving to help him back up to his feet, calling out a quick apology to the owner of the sunglasses stand.

The second the two of you reach the food court, you both rush to where Robby and Sam had been.

Only, they’re not there.

“Of course they left.”

You shake your head, glancing around, “they wouldn’t have—”

But you don’t finish what you’re saying because you catch sight of Eli, making his way into the food court and as you turn, the rest of his friends are there with him. They’re circling around the two of you, leaving no room for escape as you stumble back on your feet.

“It didn’t have to be this way,” Eli calls out menacingly, eyes set directly on Demetri, “you could’ve joined Cobra Kai if you weren’t such a pussy.”

He’s gaining on the both of you, specifically Demetri, the latter backing up as he pants out; “well at least I’m not an a**hole!”

In the next second he’s grabbed, and you instantly turn to his defense. “Hey, let him—” however, before you can reach him, you feel two hands grab you by the arms, tugging you back.

“You’re dead meat.”

Turning to Eli at his words, you shake your head; “Eli, please stop! He’s your best friend!”

Eli meets your gaze, and for a moment he pauses, faltering, this look of apprehension washing over his gaze before he blinks, and it’s gone. He turns back to Demetri, and panic crawls up the back of your throat as you watch him gain on him.

Except he doesn’t make it far. In the next second Sam is rushing forward, kicking the guy who was holding Demetri back and away, just as you feel the hands holding you disappear. Robby is suddenly in front of you, hands falling on your shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

Nodding, breathless, you shuffle back as he pulls you behind him, Sam doing the same with Demetri.

“You guys need to back off.”

When you turn to Eli, his eyes are on you and Robby, a deep frown marring his lips before he turns to Sam. “I don’t wanna have to hit a girl.”

Robby jumps forward; “you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Eli scoffs, “five against four?” Then, setting his glare on Demetri, he laughs; “more like three and a half.”

His jab causes a series of laughs from his friends to echo and then, with a single nod from him, everyone moves into action. It happens so quickly, you can barely even process what’s happening. Everybody is throwing hits at one another, Demetri huddled close to Sam as she blocks hits and takes just as many.

Before you know it Robby is suddenly no longer by your side and as you turn to find him, or get closer to Demetri, you pause at the sight of the boy from earlier who held you gaining on you.

He smirks at you, and then suddenly, without a thought, he jumps at you. It happens on instinct, your hand moving to block his punch before you stare back at yourself in amazement. It was the first time you’d been able to actually use any of what Mr. Larusso had taught you in action. The boy huffs at your block, not wasting another second as he moves to attack. He’s quicker this time, and before you know it you find yourself getting overwhelmed, unable to keep up.

It’s his third hit that nails you square in the stomach, the wind being knocked out of you as you fall to your back. A cry leaves your lips as you hit the ground, hands curling around your stomach.

“Hey! What the h*ll man!”

You don’t recognize the voice as Eli’s until he’s in front of you, pulling you up to your feet. He’s suddenly too close, hands falling on your arms as he guides you upwards. You blink up at him as he does, stunned silent at the concerned look in his eyes, a look that reminds you of the old Eli, until you remember just why you were here.

What he’d done. What he was trying to do.

“Don’t touch me!” You hiss out, breaking out of his touch. You slap his hands away, stumbling back all whilst trying to ignore the ache in your gut.

“Y/N—”

“What the h*ll is wrong with you?” You huff, turning distressed by this whole situation—a situation caused by him. “Attacking Demetri?”

Eli pauses, that look in his eyes washing away as his gaze hardens. “He deserves it. If you’d just listen to me, you’d understand—”

“Understand what?” You cut him off, your face hardening as you step towards him, still holding your stomach but putting on a brave face. “That you’re a bully?”

Lips parting, Eli falters.

“You’re just like Kyle and the rest of them!”

He doesn’t say anything, not at first. His lips have parted but no words leave his lips.

You don’t even realize that the rest of his friends have already been knocked down by Robby and Sam. And that now all the attention has turned to the both of you.

Eli steps towards you; “Y/N—”

“Get the h*ll away from her!”

It’s Robby who calls out, rushing towards you as he gently pushes you back, towards Sam and Demetri, the latter grabbing you and pulling you to his side. But your eyes instantly snap back over to Robby and Eli, watching as the latter knocks the former into one of the tables, shuffling back to race towards him in attack.

He jumps up, swinging his arm out for a hit, but Robby just shoots his leg out behind him, kicking Eli directly in the head and thus, knocking him to the ground.

Your lips part as you watch Eli roll on the ground, obviously in pain, feeling your hands shaking next to your side. The instinctive part of you wants to reach out for him, help him. But you don’t move.

Of course you don’t move.

“We saved your chicken,” Sam smiles at Demetri, handing him a to-go box.

“Thanks.”

After the four of you had gotten back to Sam’s house, you’d tucked yourself away.

You didn’t have the heart to listen to Robby and Sam go on about how proud they were of how they’d been able to fight together. It was amazing what they’d done, no doubt, but you couldn’t be there. And you couldn’t be there for Demetri, even if you should be.

The reality was you couldn’t believe what you’d seen.

Of course you’d known Eli had changed—it’s what started all of this in first place. It’s what had broken your heart. It’s why you’d had that fight that day. But… but to see him actually go after Demetri like that, with the full intent to hurt him… you never thought he’d actually stoop that low.

He’d even let you get hurt.

Sure, it wasn’t him who did it but it’d been his stupid friends. Who cared if he tried to help you up afterwards? What did that even matter? Is that who he hung out with nowadays?

Is that what he did now? Bully people?

Clearly the answer was yes.

You couldn’t stand it. It hurt too much. All of it. You wished Cobra Kai had never opened up, you wished Eli had never joined—where would you be now if he hadn’t?

Would he still be one of your best friends?

Would… would you be together?

You had no to talk to… Sam was too happy about her win, Demetri was dealing with his own stuff, Miguel was in Cobra Kai… and where was your mom? Not home, like she always was.

There was no one.

A soft knock pulls you from your thoughts, startling you as you blink away the tears that had begun to build. The sound of the door opening pulls your attention up and you falter at the sight of Mr. Larusso, embarrassed at how he’d caught you.

Wiping at your cheeks, you turn away. “I’ll be out in a minute, Mr. Larusso.”

“Y/N…” he calls out faintly, “are you okay?”

You feel a sob threaten to break past your lips at his words, swallowing thickly as you shake your head, still turned away. “I’m fine.”

“Did you get hurt? Are you injured—”

“I just got kicked in the stomach. I’m okay.” Managing to gather yourself enough to look at him, you shrug your shoulders. “Sam and Robby were good. I didn’t really have to lift a finger.”

Mr. Larusso shrugs, attempting to smile reassuringly; “I heard you blocked a couple of hits yourself, though, from Demetri.”

You just shrug; “I wasn’t able to do much else.”

Pausing, Mr. Larusso steps forward, letting the door softly shut behind him. He makes his way towards you, pointing at the spot next to you; “may I?” Nodding, you shuffle over and he takes a seat. He pauses a moment, breathing in, before continuing. “Can I ask you why you decided to join Miyagi-Do?”

Turning to him, you hesitate; “I didn’t want to. At first. But then at the Valley festival I saw your performance and… well, I decided to.”

“That was all?”

“I felt guilty,” you explain further, “because of what Cobra Kai did.”

Mr. Larusso’s brows furrow; “guilty? Why?”

Tensing, you swallow thickly. “Well, um… you know how Demetri mentioned that he was being threatened by his best friend?” Mr. Larusso nod. “He’s mine too and he’s apart of Cobra Kai. He’s the one who attacked Robby illegally at the All Valley tournament.”

Mr. Larusso’s eyes widen. “The kid with the Mohawk?”

You nod.

“Was he there today?”

Your body instantly tenses, giving Mr. Larusso the answer he needs. Still, he waits for you to answer, watching as you slowly turn to meet his gaze. “He was the one who instigated it.” You explain, frowning. “I… I just never thought he’d actually try to hurt Demetri. He’s is best friend.”

“Cobra Kai manipulates kids, that’s what it does,” Mr. Larusso sighs. “It looks like that’s what it did to…”

“Eli.”

“Eli.” Mr. Larusso nods. “But it doesn’t mean he’s gone forever.”

“It feels like it,” you whisper, hugging yourself as you sniffle lightly. “It feels like I’ll never get him back and that it’ll never be the way it was. And it just… hurts so much. It hurts so much I can barely stand it.” The words are pouring past your lips before you can stop them, shocked by how much you’re confessing to Mr. Larusso. “I just want him back.”

Shaking his head, Mr. Larusso sets a hand on your shoulder, squeezing softly. “It’ll be okay, Y/N. I promise.”

Feeling the tears slip past your defences, you shake your head, “and if it never gets better?”

“It will.”

And he says the words with such certainty, no doubt in his voice that it’s enough to pull you from your own desperation. Turning to look at him, you blink at the look on Mr. Larusso’s face, the smile on his lips and can’t help but think it’s been so long since you’ve had a parent show you any care or attention, regardless that you barely know him, that the ache in your heart lessens just faintly at the mere thought.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he smiles. “I’m positive.”

And it’s enough to bring the faintest of smiles to your lips, swallowing thickly as you wipe away your tears, nodding.

“Thank you, Mr. Larusso.”

“Of course,” he grins, “and you were amazing today. Standing up for your friend like that.”

Blushing faintly under his compliment, you shrug, letting out a soft laugh as he stands up. You follow him, allowing him to lead out of the room and back with with Robby, Sam and Demetri, feeling a lot better then you had seconds prior.

Then, the next day, the dojo is trashed.

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

Pausing at the sound of your voice, Eli turns. He’d just left the dojo for the night, having stayed a bit later then the rest—you’d texted Miguel beforehand, it was the only reason you knew. He thought you wanted to rekindle things with Eli, and honestly, you were willing to let him believe that.

It allowed you this opportunity.

“Y/N, what the h*ll are you doing here?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you scoff, shaking your head. “Tell me you didn’t actually do it.”

He just shakes his head, moving to walk past you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Besides, you should go home. It’s late and what would your friends think if they say you here.”

You just huff at his jab, a humourless laugh leaving your lips as you step in front of him, effectively blocking his path. “Don’t try to turn this around. Someone destroyed Miyagi-Do, tore it apart. I… please tell me it wasn’t you.”

Tensing, Eli avoids your gaze. “You don’t know shit.”

“It was you,” you breathe, the truth revealed in the way he couldn’t meet your eyes properly. As his gaze snaps over to you, you shake your head, disbelief clear in your gaze. “You always avoid my eyes when you lie to me. You’ve done it since I first met you…”

Squaring his shoulders and knowing he’d been caught, Eli just brushes you off; “so what if I did? I was finishing the fight.”

“The fight you started!” You cry out, holding your hands out before you in exasperation. “How can you not realize what you’ve done is wrong? You attacked Demetri, trashed someone’s property and stole a veterans medal of honour!”

Eli’s cheeks warm in embarrassment, his eyes widening at your words. “Just… just f*ck off, Y/N. It has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me. Demetri’s my best friend too. Miyagi-Do is my dojo. And Mr. Larusso is my Sensei.”

Eli’s lips part, but no words leave his lips.

“I barely even recognize you anymore. What happened to you?”

“I changed for the better. It’s about time you and Demetri changed too.”

Stunned by his words, you falter, your anger suddenly shifting as the hurt resurfaces. “I thought you cared about me,” you whisper, moving to hug yourself as you feel your voice shake, digging your nails into your arms. “I thought you cared about us.”

Never once had you thought Eli would want you to change—to be someone you weren’t. He’d always told you you were perfect the way you were. To know that now he… he didn’t feel that way anymore…

You don’t see it but Eli’s face softens, regret flooding his gaze as he pauses.

Then, with a whisper, he shakes his head; “I do.”

You meet his gaze. “If you did you wouldn’t have done any of this.”

Eli shakes his head again, stepping towards you as you move to walk away. He grabs you by the arm, pulling you close before you can break free and when you meet his eyes, you’re shocked by the desperation in his own. “No, Y/N. I do. I do care about you. A-About us. I still do.”

You watch his face, seeing the look in eyes eyes and feeling the way he holds you, hesitating before speaking. “You don’t regret it though.” You finally say, the words feeling like poison on your tongue as you frown up at him.

Lips parting, Eli’s brows furrow.

“Attacking Demetri, destroying our dojo… you don’t regret it.”

Swallowing thickly, Eli moves to speak before he pauses, as if thinking better. Then, his eyes narrow and gone is that look of desperation. “Of course I don’t.”

Smacking his hands away, you step back.

“I can’t believe you.”

And then you’re turning without another word, refusing to meet his eyes once more even as he calls after you, practically yelling your name.

You just ignore it.

You can’t bear to look at him anymore.

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

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zoros-sake-bottles · 1 year

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Having a girlfriend who spaces out (Ace,Sanji,Law)

So basically you space out for long periods of time especially when your stressed and tired or feeling mentally unwell

Your brain just stops and you block out everything around you

You begin to talk to yourself in your own thoughts or look into the darkness of them

You can see images and even hear sounds

For everyone on the outside it looks like your completely absent

It definitely isn’t normal but no one knows why it happens

The first time it happened he was beyond worried like the way you stared directly passed him despite how many times he called out to you made him think you were either seriously upset with him or you were sick

In that case he panicked and ran to get Marco as quickly as possible and Marco too was concerned because according to Ace you had been like that for a whole 10 minutes

Trying not to alarm anyone else Marco asks Ace to go and get his Ophthalmoscope or for Ace the flashlight that makes your pupils grow

After two minutes he realizes that was a mistake because every medical tool looks almost the same to Ace especially now that he’s panicking

So Marco goes after Ace hoping to stop the possible destruction of his office

Suddenly you snap out of it slightly groggy from your eyes being open for so long without blinking you could have sworn Ace was in front of you

You get up and go look for Ace only to find him going insane along with Marco in his office

They both stop to look at you before Ace drops whatever he was looking at to hug you

“Y/n ! You scared me!” he squeezes you tight

Though confused you gently rubbed his back and looked at Marco as if he could fill you in with his eyes

Ace pulls back and puts a hand to your face “Are you okay!?-Here sit down”

Before you can answer he picks you up and sets you on the cot in Marco’s office

He starts bombarding Marco with questions and they start talking on their own without you, that is until you butt your way in to the conversation-clearly distressed by the secrecy

“You disassociated for a long time and it gave Ace quite a fright yoi” he explains

Your body relaxes before your eyes shut and you begin to rub your temples, you thank Marco and assure him your okay before asking him to give you and Ace a moment alone

You signal for Ace to take a seat next to you before taking his hands in yours and explaining to him that your zoning out is just a coping mechanism and that its not really something you have control over

“It only happens when your drained right? Maybe I could help you relax and re-charge-IF YOU WANTED ME TO- I’D TOTALLY UNDERSTAND IF YOU PREFERED DOING IT ON YOUR OWN-…”

Smiling you lean forward and kissed the boy on the cheek

“I-um…are you hungry? Thatch made some of your favorite cookies earlier, I’m sure he saved a bunch for you”

After this Ace most definitely makes sure you NEVER over do it

He makes sure you reserve time to yourself everyday!

PANIC ATTACK

PANICK ATTACK

PANIC ATTACK

THE WORLD IS ENDING

I REPEAT

THE WORLD IS ENDINGGGGGGGGG

*cough cough*

Sanji has always been dramatic about every single injury you have ever gotten

A stub of your toe, a scratch from a twig or a paper cut is just enough for him to hunt down Chopper and make him give you a check up

Just let the injury be bigger than that and he physically won’t be able to bare the fact that he allowed you to get hurt

So just imagine how he would react if the threat was in your head and he couldn’t protect you from it, from yourself

You knew as soon as you started dating that telling him about your condition was the right move

While you were explaining it all your head lay in the crook of his neck and the both of your fingers intertwined

When you finished it was quiet for awhile as he took it all in

“Is there really nothing I can do?”

You shake your head a little and he feels it

“You said stress is what triggers it right? Maybe I can prevent it a little if I eliminate some of the factors-”

You sympathetically smile at your boyfriend, he’s always jumping to take on your burdens and to fix your problems

You tell him that he can’t keep your mind from going into overdrive all the time and this makes him frown

You squeeze his hand

“but you know what you could do for me baby?”

“What?” he perks up a bit

“Take care of me when I come out of it, I’m always a bit confused and I don’t know how much time has passed-”

“Darling that’s a given, I don’t even know if I could leave your side when your in such a state” a puff of air came out from his nose

When it happens, now Sanji is either by your side holding your hand or just around the corner preparing you something light to eat

His main goal is to create a gentle space where your mind can slow down

He knows

He knew before you

Does he know what your illness is exactly? No

Is there medicine to treat it? No…well not unless you want to loose the ability to blink

As soon as he noticed your symptoms he started looking for a cure without even telling you

He worries but he hides behind knowledge and sarcasm

While your trying to do some work on the submarine your breathing becomes labored and you feel yourself begin to sway a bit- almost falling back, that is until he catches you

“If your tired sit down, its common sense”

You’d normally respond by mocking him, childish things piss him off real bad but you were beginning to disassociate

“Y/n ya?”

You blink at him and try to shake your head to keep yourself grounded

Law uses his powers to bring you to your shared bedroom

He makes sure to lay you down gently on the bed and gets you something to drink (it contains electrolytes)

Its a struggle but you manage to avoid spacing out and instead try to explain to Law (what he already knows)

“I’m aware, I am a doctor y/n” he attempts to be snarky but you can see his hands shaking a bit by his sides

“Law-”

He turns around “If its too much don’t do it please”

“but I can’t just do small things, I want to contribute too, I don’t want everyone to see me as-”

“Who’s the captain of this ship y/n?” he intercedes

You go silent

“If the others have a problem with it they can get the hell off of my ship”

You huff and sink down into the bed knowing that you wouldn’t be able to argue with him and that he had good intentions

“Actually I have a feeling your not going to listen” he clicks his tongue

“I’ll have to go notify everyone to keep an eye out-”

“Don’t” you sit up, but he’s already shambled himself out of the room

You can’t lift anything more than five pounds and everyone’s always helping you out with tasks

You know Law is somewhere not too far away smirking at the sight and it pisses you off

#fem!reader #ace x reader #sanji x reader #law x reader

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evan4ever · 6 months

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hii, can i make a request about fem reader reassuring and comforting kit walker on all the scars and marks he got to his skin while he was in briarcliff, please? i think it would be pretty heartwarming to see someone finally caring for him and soothing his insecurities away yk... tysm

Scarred

Warnings: bit of a sad fic, talk about Briarcliff abuse/scars, just a short sweet fic for my baby Kit 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Months after Kit had finally gotten out of Briarcliff, he met you, the new warehouse worker at the mechanic shop he had started work at.

You.

You were sweet, nurturing, humble, and oh so beyond kind.

Everything Kit could ask for in a woman and more. You were, quite literally, perfect for Kit. And he wasted no time in his attempts to make you his.

First subtly. He’d glance at you often while working together. Make up excuses for new parts he needed just so he could see you a few extra minutes of the day. But you caught on quick, not that you minded. He wasn’t too bad to look at himself, and you were flattered by his want to see you.

Then he got more confident, sharing some cheesy jokes with you, throwing a pick up line out here and there, anything just so he could hear your contagious laugh and see your beautiful eyes light up.

But soon, your eyes lit up at just seeing him walk in the room, as his did yours for the few months prior. He knew he had won you over and so, he took his shot. Asked you to supper which you happily accepted. One date turned into four, then you were spending most of your evenings with him. Before long, you were his girlfriend, you were staying the night, and you even brought some belongings to keep at his place.

Kit was a gentleman, though. The two of you hadn’t had sex yet. You’ve come close, but anytime you initiated anything further than making out, he would stop.

“I want our first time to be perfect, y/n. I want to be everything you could ask for and more.” He’d reassure you when you questioned why he didn’t want to. You couldn’t ask for a better partner, a better boyfriend. He truly cared about your comfort.

But you had no idea the deeper reason he hadn’t wanted to have sex yet. Of course, he wasn’t completely lying when he’d reassure you, but he wasn’t being completely honest. Of course he wanted to have sex with you, he couldn’t wait and sometimes it physically hurt to stop the intense make-out session. He’d, truthfully, take you then and there, if you were truthfully ready for that step. But, he wasn’t ready for you to see his scars on his body, and he wasn’t ready to have to dive into the terrible details that came with knowing he was ever in Briarcliff. You had no idea, and he wanted to keep it that way as long as possible.

He knew he’d have to tell you one day, he just wanted it to come very later in life.

But later in life wasn’t as far away as he thought it’d be.

Kit was currently in the shower. He was under the impression that you wouldn’t be over for another hour, so he gave himself the time to enjoy the hot water on his sore muscles while not having to worry about you walking in. He never showered when you were around, something else you wondered about but never asked. You respected his boundaries, always showering at your own home unless you were running late, to which you’d shower quick and careful not to be too revealing of yourself for his comfort.

But you had finished getting ready quick, and you had exciting news to share with Kit that you barely comprehended that he was half naked when you walked into his room without knocking. Your excitement overtook you, that your parents had sent two airline tickets to Florida to spend a weekend away with your current and most serious lover. You just wanted to share the news with Kit so he could share the excitement with you.

“Look what I’ve received in the mail, babe!!” You grinned wide, ear to ear, not even noticing his naked torso. Kit nearly fell over his bed when he heard your voice in his room, still having not expected you and given no time to prepare so you wouldn’t see his scars.

“Babe! Don’t ya know how to knock?!” Kit hissed as hurdled to the other side of his bed, reaching down for a shirt. You watched, confused. Seeing that he had a bare torso, you still didn’t understand the problem considering he had his jeans on. The most intimate of his places was completely covered.

“I… mean, yeah. I do. I’m sorry. I was just so excited that..” you trailed off as your eyes landed on his back when he stood to his feet to pull his shirt on. They remained there until his shirt covered the area, your eyes flickering to his face.

He didn’t look at you. He knew by the way your voice trailed, you had saw some scars. You noticed his clenched jaw as he looked down at the ground, silent.

“Kit? What were those?” You asked quietly, unsure of how to approach the subject but needing an answer. They weren’t even all of them and it made your stomach turn. You knew he had went through something traumatic and that hurt your heart. You needed to know so you could understand and be there for him the way he needed you to be.

“It’s nothin’. It’s… they’re just— they’re not important. Can we just go?” He decided to avoid the question, grabbing his nice jacket and walking past you, his hand taking ahold of yours to walk out but you stood your ground, pulling him back just barely. Kit looked straight, out into his living room, knowing you weren’t going to give this up. He also knew you deserved to know, now that you’ve seen them. He had avoided letting you see them for months on end now. It was only a matter of time.

“Kit, please” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you were not turned towards his body, your hands finding their way to his biceps where you held him gently, your thumbs rubbing reassuring circles against his skin. “Please talk to me about this, babe.” You begged.

You felt his body sigh, relaxing in your comforting hold. You stepped closer to him, your front torso against his back and your arms falling around him in a hug. His head fell backwards against your shoulder, the side of his face leaning against the side of yours.

You both remained here, him silently preparing to explain everything to you while you just held him, silently letting him know you were there to listen, and love him regardless.

“It’s a really long story, y/n.” He sighed.

“We have all the time you need.”

Your dinner plans with each other were cancelled as he led you back into his room, letting you sit on his bed. You faced him while his back faced you, watching carefully as he slowly slipped his white shirt back off. You immediately took in the scars you hadn’t yet seen on his back and now, being up close, the severity of them. They, alone, brought tears to your eyes as you wondered what kind of monstrous human could do this to someone as sweet and kind as Kit Walker.

But your eyes widened as he slowly turned around, now facing you. You blinked repeatedly, as if trying to fix your vision in case you weren’t seeing clearly. But you were, seeing clearly that is.

His entire chest and abdomen were covered in more scars, just the same as the back. Kit still avoided your eyes, but you watched as he unbuckled his jeans and slowly pulled them off, revealing his scarred and burned legs.

Your breath was gone. You were winded. You didn’t know what exactly you expected, but it wasn’t this.

Kit stood now, nearly completely naked, in front of you. He adjusted his weight awkwardly as he still avoided your eyes, not that they were on his yet. You rose from your spot on his bed and approached him, slowly, Kit not moving giving you to O.K. to come close to him. Your hands carefully found his chest, tracing the deepest scar across from his chest to his abdomen, stopping right above his waistband of his whities. You truly couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

“Oh, Kit.. my love” you shook your head, your eyes now trying to find his though his remained on the wall to his left. Your hands found either side of his face, gently pulling him to align with yours which he hesitantly allowed. He looked down for a moment before his eyes finally flickered to meet yours.

They were glossy. You knew this was hard for him. You couldn’t even imagine. It scared you to find out what these were from. And you knew it scared him for you to find out.

“Nothing will ever scare me away from you. I promise that.” Your thumbs caressed his cheek. “Nothing you’ve gone through will make me love you any less.”

Kit studied your face, your eyes holding nothing but sincerity. You were telling the truth, and he knew you’d never lie to him. Not about this.

His hands met over top of yours that were still holding his face, he grasped them and carefully brought them down to between your chests, holding onto them for fear life it seemed.

“Have you ever heard of Briarcliff?” Kit finally spoke, his voice shaky. You thought for a moment, knowing the name sounded familiar but not quite sure where from.

Until it dawned on you.

Briarcliff, the insane asylum. You’ve heard horror stories about the place, but never actually believed the place was real. It was always told to you as a child that if you didn’t behave, your mother would drop you off and let the monsters inside teach you a lesson. You truly believed it was a made up place by your mother to keep you from acting out in public.

“I thought that place was just a myth.” You whispered, truthfully.

Kit just shook his head, sighing sadly.

Then you thought about the horror stories you’d heard as you grew up. Believing it was a place all mothers made up together. You had friends that talked about it, about the terrible things that their parents told them happened to their families there. It scared you, but eventually you had forgotten about it completely.

“So… it’s real. But, it’s an asylum, right? Why would you have ever needed to go there?” You questioned. Never once did Kit seem to have any “problems”. He was just too perfect to have had any kind of mental illness or to have done something so extreme that he’d end up in a place like that. You couldn’t believe it. You wouldn’t.

“I was wrongfully accused awhile back. About two years ago.” He nodded. You nodded along with him, letting him guide you both to sit back down on the bed, his hands remaining on yours. “I had an amazing life before. I had a wife..” he glanced at you, your eyebrows raising high in surprise. But you nodded, telling him to continue. “I can’t really explain it, something weird happened. My wife disappeared, and I was told later that she’d been murdered, and that I was the main suspect. I then was accused of being Bloody Face, killing other women in town.” Kit stared hard at your guys’ hands as he talked about this. “I was put in Briarcliff, beaten and burned daily to try to break me. They believed I did it, and that I was crazy. They almost had me believing them.” He chuckled lightly, your head tilting to the side as you just listened. “But I knew I didn’t kill no one. Especially not my Alma. Eventually, I was proven not guilty and released. And Y’know, I even forgave Sister Jude.” He met your eyes as you gazed at him. “She did the worst of it all, and I forgave her.”

“Because you’re a kind human, Kit.” You stated, giving his hand a squeeze. It didn’t surprise you that he’d forgive his abuser. That’s just the kind of person he is.

He smiled slightly, “yeah, I suppose you’re right.” He went quiet for a moment, then continued. “A lot of things about Briarcliff and even before are blurry. Some things don’t make sense. But I had to learn to stop questioning or it was gonna drive me mad. And that’s when I met you.” His eyes met yours again, lit up in a way you hadn’t seen since this conversation started. “You helped me stop asking questions and just let it be. You took my mind off of everything. Made it seem like nothing more than a bad dream. But then my scars… they had to be there to remind me that it all really did happen. And I didn’t want you to judge me, or think I was crazy. I was scared of losing you when you were the only thing to keep me sane.” He spoke, honestly.

You let out a small sigh, leaning forward until your forehead was against his. Your eyes closed, feeling him so close. His hands found their way to either side of your face, holding you to him, almost afraid to let go.

“I’ll never leave you, not for anything, especially not for this. I’m just so sorry you ever had to go through it, and that I couldn’t have been there sooner for you.” You felt him smile against your skin before bringing his lips to your forehead for a long, deep kiss.

“I should’ve known that sooner, suga. I’m sorry for keeping this from you.”

You pulled yourself back just enough to meet his eyes again before leaning into his lips this time. Your lips lingered on the others for awhile before parting.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything. Just know your scars are apart of who you are, they’re apart of your story, you know? They make me sad, but they don’t bother me or make me not want to be here with you. Don’t ever be ashamed of them around me, okay?” You looked at him hopeful, and he nodded with a small smile.

“I love you, so damn much.” He mumbled as he pulled your face back to his in another kiss, this time much more passionately, not that you minded at all.

When he pulled back again, he immediately pulled you to his chest, hugging you so sincerely, finally releasing all the stress he ever held onto now that you finally knew. You finally knew, and you stayed. He couldn’t be more grateful.

“I love you too. So damn much.” You smiled against his chest.

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