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Hi! Can you write a george karim x reader? Maybe one where him and the reader are waking up in the morning? Thanks!

YOU TALK IN YOUR SLEEP. . . . george karim x gn!reader

"yes i know sweetie i was just admiring your pretty face."

author's note . . . i'm rereading the percy jackson series, and that one quote came straight to mind once i read this request. also he might be a tad bit ooc.

both of you were asleep, cradled in each others arms, george's head of curls tickled your neck as he clings on to you around your waist. you were half awake that time. you didn't want to get up to start the day, you weren't ready. you just wanted to stay in his arms forever.

it was about 4 in the morning, when you heard george's muttering. it was the sole reason why you woke up. you blinked your eyes slowly open, looking at the boy that clung to you tightly. you managed to understand his whispers, "cookies and cream yes that's what they want. it's better if you had peanut butter..." those were your favorite flavors of ice cream. you smile lightly, wondering what was he dreaming about.

you didn't want to wake him so you stay put, admiring his bronze skin and his long eyelashes that you swore should be as long as yours, his peaceful breathing and slight murmurs of random nothings under his breath in his slumber. you kissed his head of curls and you felt him move.

george stirred away from you, then he yawns his eyes blinking open. you sat up, "good morning sleepyhead." you greet him. george smiled lazily "morning to you too, darling." he replies.

"you do know that it's 4 in the morning?" he says to you after looking at the wall clock by his door "yes i know sweetie i was just admiring your pretty face." george giggles, bringing an arm over you "oh shut up, let's go back to sleep." he mumbled to you. "what were you dreaming about?" you asked him "nothing, really. i don't remember dreaming about anything." george told you. "why?"

"oh nothing, you just talk in your sleep."

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PATCH UP . . . . george karim x gn!reader

"maybe i've taught you manners too well haven't i?"

when you were a newbie for lockwood and co, you did not expect to find comfort in it. but you did. you found that lockwood is a funnily hilarious guy, that would do anything for his loved ones. he also got quite the charisma. and george. ohhh you hated george. him and his unfiltered reactions and remarks kept you awake at night planning murder. you were annoyed by him. but the sooner you got along with him, the sooner you started falling for his meals, his disheveled hair, his lazy outfits when he's at home, and his silly ramblings of the problem. you've learned to love it all.

you thought you didn't have a chance. till he started showing strange behavioral patterns that wasn't himself. usually he would just blurt out the most weirdest and stupidest shit ever. now he watches himself around you, refraining from insults and sarcasm, he listens to you.

"would you get me a coffee y/n? please?" lockwood asks you after you announce that you would get yourself some apple juice. "yeah sure, what about you georgie?"

"tea."

you did not move instead you put your hands to your hips and tilt your head to the side, you are getting increasingly shocked at how snobby he sometimes is. not even a please??? he looks up at you, about to complain. "tea what??" george blinks and shuts his mouth "please." he says embarassingly, looking away as lockwood chuckled. "wasn't that hard was it?"

you spoke to lockwood about it and he laughed and said: "he's probably into you, y/n."

it was around midnight, lucy and lockwood fell asleep on the dining table after doing heaps amount of research for their next case. george was busy brewing up warm tea and coffee for the both of you.

when he finished up he gave the mug of coffee to you, you smile at him lazily as you took it, blowing off the heat before taking a sip.

george sat next to you, he was a mess. the countless research this boy could do without a case was about as much as they were with one. so he looked tired and irritated but he still felt warm inside for being within your presence. though as he looked out on to the fireplace, you knew something was bothering him.

"you okay george?" you ask him, george looks at you from zoning out and nods a bit. although his face was telling a different story. you leaned forward towards him and he scoots away, "be honest with me." you told him. "i'll get fired if i do." he mutters putting down the cup of tea and fumbling with his fingers. you knew exactly what he was talking about, you raise an eyebrow. "lockwood isn't looking."

"i'll still get fired." he mumbled "have i read the situation wrong or are you just a coward?" you ask him rhetorically. normally you like straight forward people, you didn't know why you were still chasing around george karim. for someone who's knowledgeable, he's worthless and hopeless when he likes someone.

"lucy and lockwood are probably a couple behind our backs, does that not bother you?" you ask him, george just sighs. "listen- why do you even like me? i'm weird and crazy about all the-"

"i like crazy nerds who talk about the problem that's what. jesus. what do i need to do for you to just spit it out?"

george looks dumbfounded. "pardon?" he blinks twice as you took another sip of your coffee. "i'm not dumb george." you told him. "and i know you're not." george looks around the room, avoiding your eyes piercing through his soul. "i'm giving you this one chance. say it right now or you've totally had sent the message that i just read the situation wrong." you warned him, george is still and doesn't move for the next 30 seconds.

"sorry." he stood up and returned to the library.

that was it?

then there was this miserable feeling of your stomach dropping with humiliation. you sighed. "godamnit george." you mutter to yourself as you went to the phone to ring up a previous caller.

"are you sure about this y/n?" lucy asked you as you were packing up gear for a mission that they were asked to go on, alone. george and lockwood were busy with an ongoing case and it would be nice to have some quick cash for the agency right now.

"yeah don't worry about it." you huffed hastily. as you zipped up the bag and grabbed it by the straps. then you heard shuffling from the library and now george decides to pop up.

"what are you-"

"i called the person who asked lockwood for help, got a job in like an hour." you answered without letting him finish. "well lockwood specifically told you that you didn't need to. you would be insane to do this y/n." george argues, you glared at him. "yeah but who're you to care?" you smirked at him as his frown grew even deeper.

with that you left.

after battling a very resistant type 1 you came back home in one piece. you got done at like 4 in the afternoon, george was cooking lasagna in the kitchen for dinner and you could smell it as soon as you snuck in quietly. george was blasting adele from his speakers that was probably propped on the table right now.

you went to the kitchen to go down the basement to drop odd the equipment. your left arm still hurting as you accidentally scratched it with your rapier from earlier's events. george was busy humming to "make you feel my love" as he stirred a pot of tomato sauce, back turned to you as you made your way downstairs.

you drop the duffel bag of stuff, lucy and lockwood were busy sparring with each other with dummy rapiers. you'd think they would have a thirst for winning against one another but they look awfully giggly.

you just sighed after you dropped the duffel by the shelves of information you made your way back up. it is february after all, you wouldn't be surprised if they got together around this week.

with lockwood and lucy your imagination runs wild. they could confess accidentally in a near certain death situation or

now george was putting in the raw platter of lasagna in the oven to bake, there was no adele playing. probably because he did not want to miss the alarm on the oven. you smiled at that thought.

he turned some knobs and when it was finally set he laid back on a dining chair and turned to look at you. he was wearing his usual red apron, which was stained random cheese and tomato blotches. you grab a can of apple juice from the fridge, opened it and drank some. refraining to look at george in the eye.

"are they still not done?" george asks, referring to lockwood and lucy, breaking through the silence. "nope." you said, standing up again from your chair to open the cabinet, where they put the first aid kits. you grab one and set it on the table.

you put up your left arm on the table and once you were about to patch yourself up, george slapped his hand on the pouch of first aid supplies. "i'll do it." he told you, with a demanding tone.

you raise an eyebrow at him, wating for something else. "please. " george adds. he sits in front of you now, tending to your cut.

"why are you so stubborn?" he asks you, clicking his tongue as he cleansed the wound. "you could've gotten hurt. there's four of us for a reason you know." george goes on. "you're not supposed to be out there fighting ghosts alone, y/n. you know that. you're not stupid." he huffs these words, as if holding himself back to fully scolding you, taking a bandage out.

"mhm, what am i then?"

"you're an idiot that's what. i swear to god."

"i'm not dead, george it's just a scratch." you assured him as you watch him fumble through the bandage box trying to pull out only one. once he did he struggled ripping it open. you grabbed his hand to slip off the bandage from him. you tore it open yourself.

"thanks but i'm not going to spend the rest of my life if you were to die after i-" then silence.

"after...?" he takes the bandage and placed it against the wounded flesh.

"after i lied to you." he mumbles, looking at your covered injury. you lean closer to him, tilting your head to catch his gaze. your arm was still on the table, so was his. you slowly let your fingers rub against his.

"about what?" you ask him.

"about how i don't like you." george looks up at you. you could almost grin, but you kept your cool. "then what do you like about me, georgie?" you ask him in a whisper. his hand scooched towards yours, holding your fingers together. "everything." he breathes out.

"that wasn't so hard was it?" you told him he leans closer, his eyes leave yours for a moment to stare at your lips. you felt your cheeks heat up, "may i kiss you? please." he politely says. you smiled, "maybe i've taught you manners too well haven't i?"

"well- i needed to be taught plus consent is-"

your lips were on his, your other hand cupping his cheek. shutting him up and finally you were relieved. your stomach did somersaults and acrobatics and your heart was quickening and set aflame.

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i love him to death

GEORGE IS JUST THE FUCKING CUTEST THING EVER 😍😍😍😍😩😩😩

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COLD MORNINGS. . . . george karim x gn!reader

you loved it this way, hot chocolate, fire up and warming up your body, george karim at your side.

it was about 4 in the morning, you woke up early today as you and the others finished a job early last evening. It was a bit of a struggle but the job was done. you won’t lie to the fact that working with them was quite exciting, no adult supervision, just spontaneous energy and their own personalities. It gave you life. you were glad that you picked this agency over Fittes, it wasn’t everyday that you would find family in work (though you wouldn’t admit that aloud to Lockwood).

this morning was no other than a freezing one, which was why you went out of your way to light up the fireplace in such an early hour. you were too comfortable on the couch with the fireplace cackling in front of you to stand up to get something warm to drink, you’d figure to make one of your colleagues to do it instead- whoever walks down the staircase first. then as if on cue, you heard footsteps against the carpeted steps descending down.

“Y/n?” It was george, curls messy and no sign of his glasses, you would be lying if you said you liked him without them. he looks cute with it on too, you just loved staring at those baby brown eyes.

you sat up and looked over your shoulders, “yeah?” you reply softly as he sits next to you. “have you seen my glasses?” he asks you, his voice still a bit soft and husky. “nope, have you tried the bathroom?” you told him he shook his head, “are you like… blind without those?” george rolls his eyes, “contrary to that offensive assumption, no I’m not. I mean it’s a bit blurry but I can manage.” he says to you with a stern tone.

“can you manage to make me hot chocolate then?” you ask him, he frowns, “seriously? can’t you do it yourself?” george mutters, irritated with a click of his tongue, “Yeah but I'm cosy." you mutter, leaning your head on his shoulder, yawning groggily. You felt his shoulder tense a bit.

"i can see you're pretty comfortable, why are you up so early anyway?" he muttered the question to you. "It was cold and I needed to warm myself up." You answered him, then there was a pause in the conversation before he stood up, you looked up at him as you steadied yourself to not collapse on the sofa and doze off, you really wanted that hot chocolate.

"fine i'll get your drink, would you check the bathroom for me in return?" george offers the favor with a small sleepy smile, you returned it with a lazy grin, agreeing to the favor as you stood up while holding his arm to assist you hoist yourself up.

both of you separated ways, you making your way upstairs to the bathroom and george heading to the kitchen.

after snooping around back and fourth between george's room and the bathroom, though you were extra careful not to rearrange anything, he could be upset if you did. you found that the glasses was hidden on his dresser, underneath his shirt that was carelessly thrown on the surface that had been used the previous night.

you went down stairs holding the glasses between your fingers and you found george returning to the fireplace with a purple mug and his own, which was only a plain color white one that had been chipped on the rim.

you walk over to him as you put on his glasses on for him as his hands were both occupied by the mugs, you ruffle his hair as you take the warm mug from his hands, instantly heating up your palm. "thank you georgie." you whisper to him, he grins at the way you say his name "you really need a haircut." you mention to him as you took a sip of your hot choco, sitting beside him on the sofa, sighing in relief as the warmth spreads throughout your body. "why? i like it like this. makes me look more..." he trails off trying to find the word.

"insane? unkept? weird? scientist-gone-crazy?" you exaggerated jokingly as his face drops and rolls his eyes. "i'm joking, i love your hair. do whatever you want with it." you told him with a chuckle, continuing to drink the choclate goodness from your mug.

"i wonder what would happen if i go bald?"

"i'm afraid i'll never speak to you again."

you both laughed, trying to maintain a low volume because both of you didn't want to stir up anyone awake.

then it was silence again, just the fireplace cackling in front of both of you. your shoulders brushing against each other, knees touching as you both drank your beverages. "say, y/n?"

"yeah?"

"what do you like about me?"

"what"

"you heard me."

george never asks questions like these before. in fact he never does ask a question unless it was out of spite, sarcasm or obligation. "you okay georgie?" you ask him "shut your trap. just answer the question." he sighs out with a breathy chuckle.

"i guess your eyes." you told him honestly, looking at the fire as you took a huge sip of your drink, he turns his head to look at you. "i like how it's still pretty with or without the glasses. though i feel like i could never tell if it's actually you if you don't have glasses on." you added to your statement, looking right back at him, meeting his brown eyes.

"pretty?" he whispers the word, trying to see it your way. as if he was in denial that you called something a part of him, pretty.

"very pretty." you nod with a smile as he tries to hide a grin, shying away from your gaze looking opposite from you.

you loved it this way, hot chocolate, fire up and warming up your body, george karim at your side.

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what if rowan had a outgoing, popular s/o? the complete opposite of him, i feel like he would get completely flustered if his s/o showed him off without even thinking a second thought… his s/o not caring what other people think about their relationship ( this trope is so cute )

NIGHT. . . rowan laslow x gn!reader

"and let's just say. what a night. "

note: suggestive ish themes

there were perks of dating the outcast of nevermore, one of them was showing him off shamelessly to people he barely knew/interacted with. you did not care at all, why? you loved seeing him all flustered once you brag him in front of everyone.

he was a hard shell to crack though with the convincing part of the plan but you couldn't resist.

it was a rainy afternoon and both of you just finished classes, now in each others arms. you laid on your back as he had his head on your shoulder, his arms around your torso. you thought that this was the perfect time to ask him.

"rowan?" you whisper to him, he looks up at you with those pretty doe eyes, "yea?" he replies. "do you have any plans for the weekend?" rowan giggles, "you know me y/n, i spend weekends with you." he reminds you as you giggle "yeah i know but i have other plans tomorrow saturday." he leans back a little bit, propping his elbow on the pillow and his hand into a fist as it supports his head.

"what plans?"

you scooted towards him closer, hand on his neck, giving him a peck on the lips. "oh you know.. ajax is throwing a party, he wants me to come." you whispered to his ear as he sighs, "so you won't get to- hang out with me tomorrow?" he stammers between words as you kissed his neck, an attempt to soften his senses a bit. "well- yeah. that would be sad right?" you pout as you look at him, rowan shrugs, saying he can't do anything with your decision, still looked devastated about it though, he was trying to hide his pouting mouth by pulling you close and catch your lips in a passionate kiss.

you pull away, "will you come?" rowan managed a nervous chuckle to your offer, "i can't... you know i don't like that stuff." he mutters to you, you snuggle closer to him, you tilt your head up and your mouth was close to his ear. "please? i'll stick with you the whole time."

he sighs in defeat

-

"yo! y/n, you came!" ajax exclaims as he makes his way towards you, bianca following behind as he gives you a hug and shakes rowan's hand. he was still very rigid and still once both of you stepped in the party venue. "yeah, couldn't resist. oh and i brought rowan here," you say as if showing off a pet, you patted his shoulder encouraging rowan to move forward, he did and gave both a grin. bianca smirked, "damn, you pulled this boy outta his books? you do wonders y/n." she says in surprise.

you glance at rowan as he catches your gaze and "you know he did all the tutoring part before the exams and mannn he makes me poems and reads me stuff..." you say acting all bashful and scratching your nape. ajax's jaw drops and his eyes softens, "awww, now that's goals right there." he says, this makes rowan's cheeks turn into shades of crimson.

bianca turns to rowan "you know rowan you're really lucky to have y/n, i don't expect that you would've been the perfect match for them." she laughs as you click your tongue, "please, i'm the lucky one. if not for rowan i would be miserable and lonely my whole life, he's so kind and..." you went on as your hands motioned towards him, he shifts awkwardly a grin trying not to break out his lips, the strings of compliments just kept coming when both of you went to get drinks and xavier came along, cup at hand.

"you guys are dating?!" he exclaims in shock. xavier then laughs, you kept the innocent smile and tilted your head, eyebrow raised. "what's wrong with that?" your voice drops the cheery tone, one could say its threatening. "no, nothing. just never expected that rowan would be your partner." he says with a shrug, making it seem like you were threatening without reason. rowan looks at you with a question mark in his face, you had your hand on his waist as you pulled him closer towards you.

"aren't you gonna drink rowan?" xavier asks as you took some punch, "oh no thanks. i'm driving tonight." he told him as you smile, "see? he's considerate and he follows the rules. seriously what more could i ask for?" you chuckle, as you heard him make a noise once you said that. "to be honest i didn't know he'd be capable of even y'know, liking someone. let alone treat you right. " xavier jokes "oh please. he's a good boy, aren't you rowan?" you smirked tilting your head over to rowan who was blushing like crazy as he leaned over and whispered something about going home.

you both did, and let's just say. what a night.

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xu's masterlist

— all of these fics r x gn reader (i dont write any gender specified reader, unless it affects the character its paired with)

wednesday

cobra kai

karate kid

sandman

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— but you haven't seen my men . . .

. . . oh, you haven't seen my men ♡

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okay hi everyone i need cobra kai/karate kid stuff to write ASAP!!!!

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WHY I AM THE WAY I AM. . . . anthony larusso x gn!reader

note: as awaited, i have finally uploaded more cobra kai content

anthony larusso was the equivalent of an insufferable and egotistical asshole or as everyone would call him, a bully. the l/n's and the larussos were close knit so at one point, anthony and y/n used to be friends. until the families hung out less due to their busy schedules and well- here we are, y/n sitting alone at their table at the cafeteria as anthony laughed along with his friends at another table. though the both of them only had small talk, after hearing about how he was bullying the new kid just because of a girl or something along the lines of that, they had had enough. y/n wasn't really intending to get close with the guy (kenny) , though they were really curious about the whole karate shenanigans they stayed put and out of their business but this dude really needs to stop.

he doesn't even know karate what's he to stand up for?

anthony larusso used to be a bright boy who y/n played online games with during their trips, he used to be a kid being able to find joy on a screen, he used to like hanging out with y/n now he probably doesn't even think about them anymore.

y/n wasn't one to be in anyone's business but once they had heard that kenny was shoved in a locker then stuffed inside with milk. they had never felt angrier than ever. they weren't even close with kenny but anthony has crossed the level of being a douchebag. y/n hates to think of anyone badly, they just wanna make sure that anthony now was the same anthony that they talked about video games with.

the surprise on mrs. larusso's face was hilarious as y/n casually pops in and swears that they wanted to hang out with anthony, they also brought cookies (courtesy to their mom). y/n didn't have the pleasure to see sam on their way upstairs, she probably had training. they had also learned thag anthony has bad manners because mrs. larusso insisted that anthony can't peel his eyes off of a screen to even talk to her.

they knock on his bedroom door, "come in!" y/n hears and they went inside. anthony was on his desk - surprisingly even doing his homework. "if you're gonna rant about eagle fang, sam i don't have time-" he stops himself once he looks up to see who it was. his face falls for a moment and then lights up, realizing it was his childhood friend.

"hey... y/n. why are you here?" anthony frowns, confused. y/n sighs as they close the door behind them. "you know i don't have any friends at school, can i at least make an attempt to make one?" y/n lies, they thought they'd be fine off without anthony (again, a lie.)

"well i'm done with homework, let's catch up." anthony says, closing the math book that was opened on his desk. "wait here, i'll get us some chips and some drinks." y/n notes that he was still polite. good so far.

once he was back, he insisted they'd watch their favorite show when they were kids on his ipad and that was where they both got cozy on his bed, stomachs against the mattress and arms folded for their chin to lay on as they ate lays potato chips while watching Bluey. it had been way too long since they both shared a bed while watching wholesome shows. it felt nice. it felt even nice when anthony still acted like the same chubby kid that y/n loved spending time with.

why was he acting such a douchebag in school anyway?

"what's with the big shot attitude at school, ant?" y/n starts, still staring at the screen of the ipad, watching the show. "you haven't called me that for a while." they scoff,

"you haven't had the time to." they mutter. anthony sighs through his nose, "you know i'm sorry about not hanging out with you, my mom was surprised i went out my room to get us snacks, i went out my comfort zone for you." he jokes sarcastically, y/n rolls their eyes. "ha ha, you are the funniest person on earth."

anthony giggles as bingo and bluey chase each other at their yard. "why do you suddenly care anyway? you show up suddenly at my house and you claim to miss hanging out with me, you're still weird after a long time." he mumble his head tilting to the side one slight movement of relaxation he would fall on their shoulder. "just wanted to check on you." y/n told him. "how come when i come over, i see you- the kid that i used to be the bestest friends with, turn out to be real nice and innocent and when you're at school- you're a bully, a huge douchebag."

anthony stays silent, unmoving and this worries y/n. "ant?" y/n hears a sniffle. anthony looks at them, glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks. "why? what's wrong?" y/n asks as anthony shuts off the ipad and lays on his back.

"i don't know, y/n. i'm- i want people to like me. like how my people like my sister, the nicest larusso kid, lia seems to like kenny so i-"

"so you made fun of him, humiliated him?"

anthony scoffs, "you are just like everyone else." he mutters, sitting up to face them. y/n raises a brow, "enlighten me larusso." they reply. "i don't get why people just berate me for what i do and not even question why i act like this, why i am the way i am." anthony rants, y/n shrugs, "well then, why are you this way?"

"because... because...." anthony trails off as he tries to find a valid answer, eyebrows knitting together. y/n had a hunch in their head about the reason.

"look- i know you can't help but feel like you're left alone to fend for yourself or you need to constantly chase your parents' expectations or even just their attention, but that isn't any excuse to bully someone." y/n told him, bracing for him to get upset and this was a one shot answer to making things awkward between them.

"i know... i shouldn't have done it anyway." anthony mumbles.

"good, now i wanna see you apologize to him- i dont care how just do it sincerely." y/n says to him. "can i just hang out with you right now? it's been so long." he whines, flopping back down on to his pillow. "alright, alright, do it at school.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OJMYGODDDDD PLEASE ONE CHANCE RALPH PLEASEEEEEE!/j

woof woof bark bark

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NO ONE TOLD ME TJAT TOP GUN WAS QUEER CODED+??

Graphic design is my passion and 80’s movies are my vice

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ralph macchio, old or young i will forever simp for his cute smile and cute voice

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wenclair headcannons

tags: @gwynrr

astringent - platonic

gift giving as their love language will forever remain canon to ME

"im going to die." "enid, the wifi had just been cut off for a few minutes."

both kinda lazy to go out on plans so they have movie nights

wednesday forces enid to listen to a horror or a true crime podcast, until eventually enid can't sleep anymore and wednesday stops this hobby.

in revenge, enid watches clueless and mean girls with wednesday.

both unironically love musicals, especially heathers (maybe enid more than wednesday bc she sings songs from it nonstop)

homework freak (wednesday) x couldnt give two shits (enid) unless homework freak lists an amount of stuff that could happen in the future if they don't do their homework.

enid dressed up as coraline, wednesday dressed up as wybie

matching pjs

thing sneaks in food for their movie nights that he also gets to crash in

enid loves to do wednesday's makeup but its only strictly powder, eyeliner, dark eyeshadow and dark lipstick (due to her allergies) which saddens her but makes wednesday rest in peace.

sweet - fluff

wednesday = little spoon

enid = big spoon

wednesday would do anything, and i mean ANYTHING for enid.

can't focus on exams? she already made notes for enid so she can study

study sessions with thing holding up flash cards as they both review

wednesday despises pda but when provoked she will do thr little things (cheek kisses, holdinf hands, waist pulling)

theyre a converse x doc martens shoes kinda couple

"how tf can u walk in those? "

she tells enid to stop blogging gossip, enid thinks abt it, stops for a while then returns after a 3 week hiatus

enid eats dark chocolate w wednesdsy, pretendinf to like it- in reality she spits it out in the bathroom sink.

enid's pet names are "luv" or "sweetie" or "baby"

wednesday acts like she despises them (secretly loves them)

enid KNOWS that she does.

she falls asleep to wednesday playing the cello

wednesday reminds her that she can't use her cello sessions as a flaw in her character while arguing cus enid actually likes it.

they dont do dates bc wednesday is not like yk used to going out w a lover but theyre doing progress (hence DRAGGING her out the dorm)

bitter - angst

almost never fights but if they do its sumn BIG.

enid loves attention and can't live without wednesday's so when frustration builds more and more...

boom goes enid, screaming her lungs off at wedneeday and then saying sorry afterwards cus she thought SHE was being mean

wednesday thinks its cute but then realizes her mistake and then she has difficulty apologizing bc their fights are always somehow against her morals and philosophy

enid gives her the silent treatment if it takes her a long time to apologize

though shes always remind her of her own faults, subtly.

mk ive run out of ideas

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karate kid masterlist

- this masterlist involves the karate kid movies (which happened right before cobra kai) so all the og characters are like in their teenage years.

cobra kai masterlist

daniel larusso - shut up

ships -

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SHUT UP. . . . DANIEL LARUSSO

note: this is really REALLY SHORT but yk fluff (makeout sesh)

you and daniel had only finished about two hours worth of homework, it could've went on longer but you both wanted to call it a day. hanging out at daniel's place made you feel like home, wherever he was, as long as he was with you, it gave you a sense of relief and comfort.

daniel is known for being protective, a hothead and an easily ticked off boyfriend. he truly doesn't wish to be perceived that way but he is. but when he's alone with you, all that strong and having to be protective of you wears away, it's more like a front for others that they only see. you don't see a hothead melting into someone's chest everyday.

your back was laid flat against his mattress as he clung onto you like a koala, his legs and arms around your torso and your legs as his head occasionally rests on your arm your other hand was placed on his waist. your nose was inches from his head, you could smell how good his shampoo was, his breathing reassured you that this moment was definitely real and you were living in the dream. "you're so warm" he mumbles into your neck, lips brushing against your throat. you hum, fingers playing with his hair. "you sure we shouldn't be thinking our geometry homework over?" daniel huffs and pulls you closer. "since when are you a school freak? just let me have you for a few hours please." he mutters, clearly annoyed.

"well you know, we could fail and your mom would get mad and-" daniel got up and looks down at you with a frown, propping himself up with his elbow, making his other arm loosen over your waist, this makes you smile. "y/n. i appreciate your concern but if you don't shut up-"

"if i don't shut up? what will you do then?"

daniel's eyes darted around the room, thinking of a plan. you smirked at him trying to make something out of your mischievous remark. he stayed silent for a while, you rolled your eyes as you sat up. "ha! see, you can't even-"

soon later he had his lips latched on yours, kissing you deeply as his hand caresses your cheek, sitting up beside you. you smiled as his lips insisted on kissing you further, you both switched positions so now you were on top of him hands caressing daniel's cheeks this went on for a while until you then put your index finger on his lips and pushing it away from yours.

"just tell me next time if you wanna make out, danny." you tease him again he gave your cheek a peck, "watch your mouth."

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i love them for it

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