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furyof:
HE COULDN’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME HE HAD LOOKED FORWARD TO HIS BIRTHDAY. in his experience he never had much to look forward to. no matter what gifts were waiting for him, no matter how much money his parents spent, it was hard to look forward to aging another year when you didn’t particularly want to be alive anymore. it was bleak as fuck, and something he’d talked about with his therapists — old and new. the year prior had been different, but still not great, caught up in a karate war that left little time for joy. this year was far better, and hawk felt like 17 held a lot of promise. sure, shit would probably get stupid stressful before he hit 18 with senior year and college on the horizon, and no doubt he’d have a handful of bad days to counter the good ones, but he felt like he could manage better than he ever had before. most of that was due to robby. he was like hawk’s guiding light, and hawk knew that he never wanted to give his boyfriend up.
HE REALIZED HE’D MISSED A PRETTY FUCKING IMPORTANT STEP, having not immediately said those three words back, but he’d been a little too caught up in his shock to think much of it. it felt unreal that robby could love him too. good things didn’t happen to him too often, and he’d already felt really fucking lucky having robby in his life in general. this? this felt like the kind of thing that only happened in dreams. a soft, disbelieved laugh passed from his lips, and he leaned in to press his forehead against his boyfriend’s. ❛ i love you too. so fucking much. you don’t . . . you don’t even know. ❜ he had so many feelings he was practically drowning in them day in and day out, and he wasn’t sure how to form words out of the tsunami in his head. ❛ you’re my better half. — my best half. trust me when i tell you i’m stupid fucking in love with you back.❜
hawk was laughing. then their foreheads were touching. and eli repeated the words back to him. and he felt every weight he had ever carried on his shoulders being lifted. relief blossomed in his chest, and he butterflies fluttered around his stomach. hawk was the only person who could make him feel that way, and he hoped that feeling would never stop. “i know,” were the only two words he managed to get out, breathless beat of a chuckle following. “trust me. i know.” he didn’t think it was possible to love someone that much, with his entire being. they were too young, too dumb. some may argue that they didn’t even know what love was. but robby felt it, in every fiber of his being. he didn’t know what was more unbelievable, that he had fallen in love with the angry boy in front of him, or that hawk had fallen back. he just needed eli to know.
but hawk kept talking, and brows came together to form a crease between his eyes as he shook his head. “no,” he argued, short and sweet and straight to the point. “you’re the best half. and the best thing that ever happened to me.” it was eli’s birthday, but robby was the one that felt like he was getting the best present ever, just hearing hawk repeat the words back to him again. “we are pretty stupid huh?” he asked, but he didn’t mean it. because this? loving him? that was the smartest thing robby ever did. “if you don’t kiss me right now—” he teased, but he didn’t give him a chance to. hands cupped both sides of eli’s face and he pulled his boyfriend into a kiss, and it felt different this time. because now he knew that all the love he poured into every kiss was reciprocated, and that was the best feeling in the whole goddamn world.
furyof:
A WHOLE HELL OF A LOT HAD CHANGED IN THE COURSE OF A YEAR. his last birthday he’d been starting to get lost in the den of vipers so to speak. he'd just ruined his friendship with demetri, got dumped for the first (but not last — thanks robby) time, had stolen mr. miyagi’s metal of honor, and still hated his now boyfriend like he was public enemy number one. he’d been through a whole lot more since then. his lowest lows and highest highs. and now, robby was the most important person in his life, hands down. they’d been wrapped up in one another for half a year now, and hawk wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. getting to spend his birthday with robby was pretty much everything he could have asked for. he didn’t even need anything material from him. his presence was more than enough. still, his boyfriend’s gifts were pretty fucking great. having a skateboard of his own was pretty badass, though hawk told himself it would be the first of many — determined as ever to become a skateboard pro to match his super scene boyfriend. he was prepared to hide the guitar picks from robby, before they needed to buy stock in them, and the sheets got a good laugh out of him and an eyeroll.
IT HAD BEEN SHAPING UP TO BE THE BEST BIRTHDAY HE’D HAD IN A LONG TIME. probably ever, actually. it had been a nice dinner, him and his parents and his boyfriend. his mom said robby was part of the family and it had made his heart beat double time. fitting, because robby felt like home more than anything else ever did. he’d been in the kitchen, having just set the cookies & cream cake on the counter because his mother knew him way too well, when the slap caught him off guard. a breath of laughter followed as he leaned back against robby’s chest, a soft smile settled on his lips. he could have stayed like that forever. ❛ it’s happier because you’re here. i hope you’re not overwhelmed by how much of a party animal i am. ❜ he was sure any normal teenager would find his lack of big time celebration questionable. he liked it simple though. he froze though at robby’s words, and he was pretty sure he actually stopped breathing for a second there. he turned in his boyfriend’s arms, heart racing as he met green hues, hand settling against the side of robby’s face. ❛ . . . say it again. ❜
it was strikingly obvious, now more than ever, how different their lives had been. hawk dealt with his own shit, and robby knew that better than anyone, but he had the type of upbringing they showed in movies. the nuclear family. he had a mother and father who loved him and loved each other just as much. the only thing missing was a dog. and despite their kind words and how easily they had welcomed robby into their home and into their family, there was still a voice in the back of his head telling him that he didn’t belong. that he never would. but he pushed those thoughts down and focused on living in the moment. it was his baby’s birthday and he wanted it to be perfect. that’s why he talked their mutual friends into waiting until the weekend to celebrate, he knew how overstimulated he could get. a small friends only dinner party would happen later. tonight, he was being selfish.
there was kind of an expected response to a confession like that and hawk didn’t give it. instead, he turned in robby’s arms and asked him to say it again. robby was too nervous to smile, gaze studying hawk’s features like he could read the words on his face. he leaned into the touch, lifting one of his own hands to cover hawk’s. “i said,” and he did smile then, briefly and still full of nerves. “i love you, baby.” and he did. he loved eli ‘ the hawk ’ moskowitz. he still hadn’t learned how to love himself, that was pretty much a lost cause at this point, but god. “i am so stupid fucking in love with you.” it was a new emotion for robby. the only person he had ever said those words to was his mother, and usually in a mumbled ‘ love you ’ as she kissed the top of his head, already halfway out the door. he did love his mom. but this was different. because hawk had somehow managed to break through his walls, get into his veins, slip between his ribs and wrap himself around robby’s heart.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @furyof !
it was the most important day of the year. robby realized that on the first day of the month. he was more excited for his baby’s birthday than he had ever been for his own. those were bleak memories for him that he didn’t want to relive. but hawk’s birthday could have been a goddamn national holiday, robby was so excited. he celebrated his baby every day, but this was different. it was special. he wanted it to be special. so he got him his own skateboard so he didn’t have to borrow robby’s anymore. and he got him a knew pack of guitar pics since he ( robby ) was always losing them. he got teenage mutant ninja turtle sheets just to fuck with him, and a silly little karate kick phone stand.
they did dinner with the moskowitzes, and robby was just happy to be included because he would have understood if they wanted to keep up with a family only tradition. but vivian made a passing comment about how robby was a part of the family now, and it made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. and maybe that’s what gave him the courage to do what he was about to do. he came up behind his boyfriend, playfully smacking his ass before wrapping his arm around his middle. “happy birthday baby.” nose brushed along his cheek, and the ghost of a smile crept up on his lips like his fingers weren’t trembling where they pressed up against hawk’s stomach. “i love you,” he whispered before he lost the nerve to say it.
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oncefroze:
he could’ve bailed. she can be mad at him for getting into a fight & showing up with that monster bruise on him all she wants, but the fact of the matter is he could’ve just bailed. he’s smart, though & there’s a strategy here. she would’ve been a hell of a lot more upset if he’d stood her up. he could’ve dealt with a storm or a drizzle & he chose the drizzle. but that still comes with pouted lips & crinkled forehead. “ hm. so does a clown nose. ” being cute ( unfairly cute ) is a decent attempt at trying to dig himself out of a hole, but it’s still a non-answer & she’s not having it. not when she spent most of dinner moving the food around on her plate & glancing at it inbetween bites. she even had to leave him alone with her nonna for a good while a couple of times & if that wasn’t stressful, she doesn’t know what is. it’s fair to say she’s not done with the questions. “ who ? ”
he gave her an amused look, reaching a hand up between them to boop her imaginary clown noise. “you would be a very cute clown,” he replied, still trying to lighten the mood, even though the only clown in the room was him. she asked her question and he straightened his spine, giving her a look that said : ‘ you know damn well i can’t tell you that. ’ “no one,” he said instead, because who they were didn’t matter. and he didn’t need or want her to fight his battles for him. he couldn’t live with himself if she got hurt because of him. “i took care of it,” he reassured her, resisting the urge to make the classic ‘ you should see the other guy ’ comment. “i’m okay,” he added, ducking his head down to kiss the space between her eyes. “it’s a little sore, but i’ll be fine. nothing a kiss can’t make better.”
livemerciful:
𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦, 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗜𝗧, 𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗟 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗨𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗛. or, at the very least, had been shaped into the same product on opposite sides of the never ending karate war they’d gotten themselves mixed up in. miguel had found solace in johnny’s teachings, and from what he could tell, robby had done the same with mr. larusso’s. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴. he didn’t want to admit it, but he’d gotten a little too wrapped up in the cobra kai way, and then in what kreese was teaching them. he’d lost sight of what had made karate so important to begin with for just one moment, and he’d paid the price for it. he’d had plenty of time to think over the fight and everything that led up to his injury, and as much as he’d have loved to, he realized he couldn’t put the blame solely on robby. miguel had fucked up too, and had tried to fix it a little too late. they all had a part in it. tory, sam, hawk, demetri. all of them held at least some responsibility for what went down at the school. unfortunately, robby and miguel were the ones that paid the highest prices for it. miguel could have died, and was still dealing with the emotional toll all of that left on him. & robby had gone to juvie, and lost a lot in the process.
𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗟 𝗗𝗜𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗠. he didn’t know anything about robby other than the basics johnny told him. things that he honestly didn’t think he even had a right to know, but that johnny had confided in him with anyway. he didn’t know how robby felt, or the kind of things he dealt with. all he knew was what dojo the other boy was in at any given time. once upon a time, he’d have given robby the benefit of the doubt and tried to get to know him, back when people weren’t judged entirely on who they learned karate from. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. he was tired of feeling so angry and hopeless all the time. he didn’t want to be looking back 30+ years in the future, still hating robby for things that wouldn’t matter anymore. he threw a quick glance over at his enemy, sighing heavily before looking away again. ❛ i came all the way here because i thought it would give me some . . . insight, or something. but i’m just as confused as when i left, and i don’t feel better. it sort of feels like i’m never going to feel better. ❜
he focused on a coin sitting some feet away in the parking lot, which was a perfect metaphor for the two boys sitting there. they were two sides of the same coin, but while miguel was picked up by a collector and shined to his full potential, robby was dropped and forgotten in the parking lot. looking at miguel was a little too much like looking in a mirror, but instead of seeing himself, he saw every mistake he had ever made that lead them both to this point, sitting in a motel parking lot. except, right now they both felt like the forgotten coin. and he was only just now starting to realize that he had been looking at this through rose colored glasses. miguel was just as broken as he was, and it wasn’t just his back. robby had only gotten pieces of the story about miguel’s dad, but it wasn’t his place to ask questions. he couldn’t tell if miguel’s father left or was never in the picture, but he was smart enough to figure out that he was somewhere in mexico. but miguel wasn’t with him, he was with robby and johnny, and that spoke volumes to their relationship — or lack of.
aaaaand miguel gave him nothing at all with that statement, causing robby to raise a questioning eyebrow as he turned his attention back to his enemy number one. “oooookay,” he dragged out the vowel sound, trying to figure out what else to say. “you couldn’t find insight in the valley?” he asked, and his tone was half teasing and half sarcastic, but damn. the border crossing road trip kind of felt a little unnecessary. but robby knew how he felt. kind of. he picked at the fraying edge of one of the holes on his jeans for something to do. he opened his mouth, then closed it again, trying to formulate the jumbled thoughts in his head into words. “are we them?” he asked, and a moment passed before he elaborated. “larusso and my dad. is that going to be our lives for the next thirty years?” he asked, because damn it felt like they were. and though larusso seemed to get his life together, johnny never did. his dad was still the forgotten coin in the parking lot that robby leaned forward and picked up.
furyof:
IT WAS KIND OF BIZARRE, how robby made everything feel lighter in every sense of the word. there was a normal feeling of doubt whenever he stepped into the the miyagi-do dojo, but when he walked in with robby that feeling wasn’t there. hawk felt comfort when it was just the two of them, and he didn’t know if robby was even aware that he had that sort of effect on him. he grinned at the comment, because yeah — he’d been teasing a little bit, but he also hadn’t been lying. hawk was confident in his fighting skills, had worked and continued to work so fucking hard to get to where he was at. not many people could beat him on the mat. but he knew robby could. surprisingly, that didn’t make him as angry as it once had. ❛ dunno what you mean, ❜ he countered, smiling into the kiss. he did that around robby far more than he usually did too. his own brows raised, gaze questioning. ❛ you have an idea? ❜
eyes rolled because this asshole knew exactly what he was talking about, but god he loved this part. the verbal sparring was fun, until one of them inevitably crossed the line. he could feel hawk smiling into the kiss, and that made him feel a lot better about what he was about to suggest. which was pretty fucking dumb, but that was on brand for them. he studied his boyfriend’s expression, like he was looking for the answer to question he never asked. he kind of felt like it was crossing a line, like this was hawk and demetri’s thing as much as it was robby and sam’s thing. but he so wanted it to be their thing too. he wanted physical, or karatesophical proof that they were in balanced, a reminder that they could make this work. “i do,” he said after a too long moment of silence. he glanced over his shoulder toward the balance wheel, then back again. “hope you brought your swim trunks,” he teased, hoping hawk could figure it out without him having to say it out loud.
@furyof / most things are awful most of the time, but you’re good.
robby’s emotions were like a fucking never ending rollercoaster of ups and downs. some days were great, especially with hawk by his side. but his boyfriend was right when he said that robby didn’t like himself. he never liked himself. he had hated himself for as long as he could remember, even more than he thought he hated his dad. the only thing he hated more than himself was fucking cobra kai, and the emotionless robot they tried to turn him into. but sometimes he thought that would be better, because if he couldn’t feel then he couldn’t hurt. and it was one of those days when everything hurt. he was grumpy and he didn’t even know why. he was trying not to let it show, but hawk knew all his tells. he couldn’t even remember what he said was awful, everything probably, but hawk always knew what to say to make him feel better.
“can i say uno reverse out loud, or is that cringe?” he asked, lips twitching upward before falling again. sometimes, they were like mirrors of each other, when one of them said something stupid, the other one did too, like they were playing a game of ‘who’s had the shittier life.’ and sometimes they were like sponges, absorbing some of the other’s pain so the other didn’t have to bear it. this was one of those days, and he wished he knew how to get his boyfriend how grateful he was to have him in his life. he wanted to be honest with hawk about his feelings, he wasn’t internalizing his shit anymore. “i’m not good, baby. but i’m trying to be.”
@furyof / i think you’re already better than me.
IT WAS LIKE DEJA VU, walking into the empty dojo with hawk. except this time, they didn’t have to pretend not to like each other. it was amazing how far they came in such a short period of time. there was a time when robby thought he hated hawk, but he didn’t. not really. but it was annoying that he was the only person in the valley, aside from diaz, who could beat robby at a fight. he was the better fighter, no matter how many times robby tried to deny it. “ha ha. i can hear the sarcasm in your voice, asshole,” he teased, stepping into his boyfriend to steal a kiss before they got to the sparring. or . . . not sparring. “do you want to try something new?” he asked as he took a step back, one dark brow raising curiously.

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RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE SENTENCE STARTERS
Sentence starters meant to be used as roleplay prompts & sentence starters. These are from the book Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston. Please feel free to change pronouns and words as needed!
“ rule one: don’t get caught. ”
“ my kind of love story is much more shakespearean. "
" aw, little buddy, it’s cute how you think everything is about you. "
" you’re like a cardboard cutout of a person. "
" you’re used to sleeping alongside ghosts. "
" there are a lot of things worth overthinking, believe me. but this isn’t one of them. "
" it doesn’t matter where you come from or who your family is — you can always be great if you’re true to yourself. ”
“ can you move? i’d rather not be the little spoon. ”
“ i feel like you’re missing the point that it’s a douchey thing to say either way. "
" doing what we do is fucking hard. "
" you’re basically a living reminder that i’ll always be compared to someone else, no matter what i do, even if i work twice as hard. ”
“ isn’t there something to be valued in a happy ending as well? ”
“ you keep doing that stupid smile every time you look at your phone. ”
“ one does not foster a lifelong love of star wars without knowing an ‘empire’ isn’t a good thing. ”
“ you are a thistle in the tender and sensitive arse crack of my life. "
" i’m not going to have a marriage of convenience with you if you’re always embarrassing me with the way you eat burritos. ”
“ hey, so, uh, remember when we dated? "
" he’s gay and you’re hot, so. ”
“ you’ve been, like, draco malfoy level obsessed with him forever. ”
“ when someone asks who you’re texting, you act like you got caught watching porn. ”
“ cool to see you’re not dead or anything. "
" is this a scheme of seduction? "
" are you going to stop this now that it’s real? ”
“ god, you are the most insufferable goddamn bastard on the face of the planet, do you know that — fuck — you’re infuriating, you’re the worst, you’re— "
" i’m gonna take your pants off now. ”
“ we’re still whatever we were before, just, you know. with blowjobs. "
" what in the rich white people sex dungeon hell? ”
“ i’ve thrown men in the dungeon for less. "
" hey, don’t threaten me with a good time. ”
“ i don’t know if i have it in me anymore. to be a part of someone’s happiness. "
" nobody’s ever outright told me to lie about who i am. "
" oh my god, how are you so smart and so dumb at the same time? "
" you have so much in you it’s almost impossible to match it. ”
“ maybe there’s more than one dream for you. or more than one way to get there."
" it pisses me off sometimes, thinking about everything you’ve been through. "
" stop trying to jane austen my life! "
" you really think it’s a good idea to present me with a challenge, sweetheart? "
" ready when you are, love. "
" you are so fucking beautiful. "
" your arse in those trousers is a crime. ”
“ you’re brave. i could use some of that. ”
“ are you sure you don’t want to talk about it? ”
“ someone else’s choice doesn’t change who you are. ”
“ most things are awful most of the time, but you’re good. ”
“ you’re a dumbass, but i trust you. ”
“ you’re way too close to the sun. ”
“ have you ever read any of alexander hamilton’s letters to john laurens? ”
“ history, huh? bet we could make some. "
" the phrase ‘see attached bibliography’ is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me. ”
“ are you angling for a revolutionary soldier role-play scenario? "
" should i tell you that when we’re apart, your body comes back to me in dreams"
" do you feel forever about him? ”
“ i swear, you don’t make it fucking easy. but i’m in love with you. ”
“ you’re not even gonna try to be happy? "
" my birthright is a country, not happiness. ”
“ i want you. but i don’t want this. ”
“ a curious thing about grief is the way it takes your entire life. "
" you love so much bigger than yourself. ”
“ i deserve a fucking nap. "
" you’ve always had a choice. perhaps today, you’ll make the right one. "
" my life is a cosmic joke and you’re not a real person. ”
“ my whole life has been about fighting. i fought. ”
“ you fucker, i’m proud of you. ”
oncefroze:
she might be used to his warmth more than anyone else, but she’s used to his thorns, too. sometimes, they poke outwards. right now they’re poking inwards. more than usual by the looks of it. she can only imagine where his mind is at & she’s not a fan. he felt rigid to the touch & she’d scooched closer, hands slowly creeping up his back, kneading into his shoulders, lower to his shoulder blades & downwards, pressure applied until his reactions tell her she’s doing something right. & repeat. her own lips arch into a smile at his words. “ i’ve been giving my mom back rubs constantly, i think i’m getting the hang of it. ” brows arch curiously at his question, smiling a little wider when the answer to it comes. the heel of her palm moves into a circle as she holds onto his shoulder. “ oh, i usually just take cash. ” quick quip before she lets her palms slide down the slightly more relaxed muscles as she leans over his shoulder, pecking his cheek. “ you don’t have to return the favor. ”
he let out a soft hum in appreciation. “you’re really good at it,” he complimented, lips curling up in the corners. “she’s one lucky mama.” he had always been a little envious of sam’s relationship with both of her parents. they were so good at being parents. he loved his mom. she wasn’t a bad mom. but it was different. their relationship was nontraditional, and they had never bonded as much as other kids did with their mothers. a big part of that was because she always had to work two or more jobs at a time just to stay above water. he didn’t blame her for that, but he could still dream about a ‘ normal ’ mother - son relationship, whatever ‘ normal ’ meant. he couldn’t help but laugh at that, turning his head just as she kissed his cheek. “sorry you had to find out this way, but i’m broke.” his features softened and he just stared at her for a few seconds. “me returning the favor isn’t for you, it’s for me,” he teased, capturing her lips in a quick kiss. “it’s purely selfish, for my own needs,” he continued as he pulled back, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
@moonesq
is he supposed to be looking at her ? that feels a little dangerous. oh ––– it’s really dangerous. “ oh my god ! ” first words out of her mouth before she gets up & waits for him to come back up. she likes a good keene skateboarding skills showcase as much as the next girl, but not if he’s gonna kiss the pavement. definitely not what he should be kissing. she grimaces when he’s finally close, knowing the dread of skinned knees all too well. perks of being an active kid that just couldn’t stand still. not that she’s much less energetic now. still, even with concern clearly plastered on her face, he makes her smile. that was a quick change of heart “ yeah ? are you sure you’re done toughing it out ? ” brow arched, she takes hold of his wrist & looks at his palm. yikes. her other hand reaches inside her back pocket, behold a pack of tissues & she reaches for his water bottle next. not like they’ve got a sink nearby. once wet enough, she brings the tissues to his palm, gently cleaning the scrape. “ can’t believe i have to deduct points for that landing now. ”
he tried to roll his eyes, but the smile he couldn’t hold back gave him away. “yeah, yeah. i’m done toughing it out.” one thing he learned from cobra kai was that pain made you stronger, but that wipe out didn’t make him feel strong, it was embarrassing. but she was cute enough to make it worth it. his smile faded to a curious look as fingers circled around his wrist, and she examined the damage on his palm. it felt almost intimate, despite the fact that they were in the middle of the skatepark. his smile was back as she pulled out tissues and stole his water bottle. “you’re pretty resourceful,” he pointed out. “i was lucky you were here to patch me up-” he teased, but then she was doing a little jesting of her own and his jaw dropped, offended scoff passing through his lips. “come on now, that’s not fair. you distracted me.”
@oncefroze
a small squeal falls from her lips as they spin, fingertips tangled in his hair by the time she’s placed back down. kiss is borrowed easily as ever. “ yeaaah, that’s a humongous lie & i won’t have it in my dojo. ” she refuses to let today be about anything else other than a reminder of how loved he is. the tip of her nose brushes past his cheek as she murmurs the answer to his question. “ i was thinking you & me, cotton candy, the top of the ferris wheel —– sound enticing enough for ya ? ”
"oh, in your dojo?” he repeated the phrase back to her with a laugh. “yes sensei,” he said, sarcasm painting his words. she was cute, so he’d allow it. he didn’t really celebrate birthdays, never had, but if he had to celebrate with anyone, it would be his girlfriend. “you had me at ‘ you and me ’ , ” he teased. “—but the rest of that sounds fun too.” honestly, he didn’t care what they did, as long as they could do it together. but there was something enticing about doing something so . . . normal, like a couple regular teenagers on a date. “but you should know that i’m going to kiss you at the top of the ferris wheel.”

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SHE WILL HAVE TO BE EMOTIONAL LATER. when she is alone in her room and he is out in practice, she doesn’t want to upset him, not now. because she is doing good, but her mind let’s her know that if she hadn’t gotten better, perhaps she wouldn’t be there. instead of dwelling, she holds his face in her hands as she always does and lean over, kissing his forehead. “happy birthday, sweetie. the best 6 hours of my life.” six hours of labour, it had been a lot of work but at the end of the road, it was worth it, to have her son with her. “I’m taking the day off and I bought you something but we should totally make some pizza and watch movies, yes?” and his gift, limited edition of patrick swayze movies, rare, expensive, one signed. it’s worth every penny. a new skateboard as she noticed his last one was broken. “come. what you want me to make you today, sweetie?”
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his mother is the only person that could get away with holding his face like that, squishing his cheeks a little and kissing his forehead. she had been doing that the same way his whole life, so he found comfort in the gesture, but he still had to give her a hard time. “moooom,” he dragged out, feigning annoyance. then he smiled and, now that he was taller than her, mirrored the gesture and kissed her forehead too. “thank you. i don’t believe you for a second, but thank you.” six hours of labor, she reminded him of those six hours every time she wanted him to do something for her. every little thing from vacuuming the floor to doing the dishes. and he always rolled his eyes before doing it. because at the end of the day, he knew she was stretching herself thin, working to keep a roof over their heads. he liked helping out when he could. “that sounds great, mom.” what he wanted was for his father to come over to, just one birthday with both of his parents. but beggars couldn’t be choosers so . . . “i mean, it wouldn’t be a birthday without cake.”
kairate:
“rock climbing? we can do that. we should probably go to a place to practice first.“ but he can do that and hey, the money fits for a few lessons, better be safe than sorry. though harry frowns at the words that he speaks then. “god, that sounds like something kreese would say. is he still training you or is this silver guy?“ never met him. thinks his face is familiar from a magazine or something but all he knows is that shannon had a bad vibe from him, that was enough for harry to dislike him. “its your birthday. you can’t spend it just training.“
nose crinkled at the mention of training, even though he didn’t mean karate. he felt like all he ever did was train. “yeah, at one of those places with the plastic walls. and hey, if we get good enough, maybe we can do it for real one day.” that was a complicated question. he still felt like kreese was his sensei, but he was gone. “silver,” he answered simply, because he didn’t trust himself to accidentally say something bad about his sensei. something about that guy just didn’t sit right with robby, especially after the tournament, and how everything went down after. “i’m sure i can figure something out.” even if he had to lie.