#Cobra Kai says YOURE RIGHT

[sorryiwasasleep]

Barney Stinson you would LOVE Cobra Kai

[philcollinsenjoyer]

netflix giving me this thumbnail for cobra kai is CRAZY now that i know they change those depending on what they know about you . how on earth can they think the queerbait material of cobra kai is miguel and robby

[cassiopeialunax]

Faster n Harder- Matt Sturniolo

I can't fucking stand him. the constant eye fucking me through the window is driving me insane, how does he get to do this to me? he doesn't even know me! it's infuriating!

*FLASHBACK*

"Y/N! WE HAVE NEW NEIGHBOURS!" my roommate, Sabrina, yells to me. "and that's my business, how?" i retort, in all honesty I couldn't give two shits about the new neighbours, for all i care, they can suck my dick, "girl, they're triplets! and ones gay, he can join girls night!" Sabrina squeals, why's she so happy about this? "no thanks, I'm antisocial" i state before throwing myself onto my bed "now disappear, I'm tryna watch my beautiful self in Cobra Kai" i say as I wave her off  "Y/N, girl, you might wanna close those curtains of yours, Matt, the middle triplet, he's gonna be in the room opposite your window, and we ALL know how you walk around your room in literally just a bra and mini shorts" she giggles at me before skipping out of my room. "BECAUSE IT'S HOT OUT!" i yell before reluctantly getting off of my bed, accidentally making eye contact with the boy next door, he types on his phone before holding it up to the window 'Cute bra, the bow really adds detail' I read from the screen "WEIRDO!" i yell before closing the curtains

*PRESENT DAY*

"Y/N, IM INVITING PEOPLE OVER!" Sabrina yells, it's muffled for me, I'm listening to straight bangers, 6arelyhuman please wife me up.

"So I party like a rockstar, look like a pornstar!" i sing along to the song , my hands running up and down my body as i dance around my bedroom, 80s rock bands (such as, Mötley Crüe, Guns n Roses, Metallica etc etc) tapestrys and posters littered across the walls, before settling down at my vanity and reapplying a couple layers of black lipstick, "Cause I go faster and harder, faster and harder" the lyrics echo through my room, I toss the lipstick back into my makeup bag before walking over to my closet "black, black, black, white, black, black, pink? when did that get there?" i mumble to myself as I flick through articles of clothing "aha! finally" i squeal as I grab a 'Sex Pistols: The Filth and The Fury' tank top, pairing it with some denim mini shorts and neutral grey Air Jordan 1's

"p-p-p-p-party like a rockstar, look like a pornstar, everyday i go hard riding in my sports car" i sing along to the song as I pull the outfit on.

{MATTS POV}

the neighbour, Sabrina I think her name is, just invited me and my brother's over, i already know her roommates here because I can hear her fucking music, she has this thing where it's never loud enough, normally I wouldn't care, but it's always sexual songs, yesterday it was 'Yummy- Ayesha Erotica' and 'Or Nah- The Weeknd' and now? 'Faster n Harder' I don't even know who it's by, but it's driving me insane, she's always dancing along to it too, how do I know? because her curtains are always open, no matter what, it's like she wants me to stare...

"Matt, kid, you good?" my brother, nick, asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts, "yeah, uh, where's the bathroom at? I've gotta fuckin piss" i ask Sabrina, she points upstairs and tells me it's the first door on the right, as I walk up the stairs the music gets louder, should I go in? no that's fucking weird Matt don't be a freak.....

"party like a rockstar, look like a pornstar!" her voice echoes

...fuck it

{Y/N POV}

the vibe is fucking ruined the second my door opens, Matt? what the fucks he doing here "ew perv! get out of my room, what are you doing here! actually don't answer that I don't give a fuck! get out!" i say as I shove him out, only resulting in him pinning me against the wall, my hands above my head as he holds them there, 'whys this hot at fuck?' ew gross, don't think that

"ever since I moved next door you have been constantly teasing me, and now? now I'm gonna do something about it" he says as he stares into my eyes, his pupils blown, the look of lust covering his face "oh yeah? what're you gonna do? huh?" i taunt "well first, I'm gonna rip those pretty little shorts off of you, then I'm gonna tear that shirt off, and then I'm gonna bend you over and fuck that perfect little pussy of yours" he says, and holy fuck I am drenched.

his hands reach the button of my shorts, frantically undoing the zipper and unbuttoning them before shoving them down my legs "arms up" Matt commands, his voice rough and eager, I do as he says, i want this, scratch that, need this, he pulls my shirt off and tosses it across my room before shoving me onto the bed "you were right.. you do look like a pornstar" he says as his eyes scan my body "turn around, face down ass up" I comply, rolling onto my stomach and arching my back, *slap* his hand connects with my ass, the pain mixing with pleaser causing me to whimper "shhh pretty girl, don't want anyone hearing us do we?" he says, lowly "please" i beg "please what? Y/N, what do you want? you want me to fuck you?" he coos in a condescending manner "shut up, I'm not fucking saying it" i say as i roll my eyes "only time your eyes are gonna be rolling is when im fucking you, is that clear?" matt growls as he unbuckles his belt and kicks the door shut "whatever" i scoff before his belt connects with my ass "careful, or I'm gonna fuck that attitude out of you" he warns. "do it pussy, you won't" i challenge, gasping as I feel his tip rub against my soaked panties "I'm gonna fucking ruin you" he whispers into my ear before tearing my panties off of me and slamming into me, giving me no time to adjust "aye dios mio!" i cry out "shut the fuck up, we don't need everyone knowing how much of a whore you are for me" Matt mutters as he covers my mouth, his hips slapping against my ass as he plunges in and out of me. "f-fuck Matt, fucking me so good" i moan, my voice muffled by his hand "yeah? you like me fucking you like the slut you are?" he asks as he snakes his hand around my waist and down to my clit, rubbing at it with a slow pace, before increasing it by an insane amount, my cunt clenching around his cock as a warm sensation bubbles up in my lower stomach "oh my god" i whimper "not god, me" matt says as he pounds into me, hitting my G-spot perfectly "fuck! Matt I'm so close" i moan, he slaps my ass again "hold it." he demands as he takes his hand off of my mouth and wraps it around my neck "open your eyes sweetheart, want you to watch yourself in the mirror while I fuck you" he groans as he presses wet kisses to my neck, i look into the mirror, immediately making eye contact with him as he grabs my hair and yanks me up, my back pressing against his chest as he repeatedly fucks into me faster and harder "Matt im begging you, please let me cum, i need to cum, i cant hold it anymore" i plead, tears of pleasure rolling down my face "let go for me pretty girl, give me all you got" Matt groans as he somehow thrusts into me faster.

I let out an almost pornographic moan as I cum over his cock, my legs shaking and my eyes rolling back, i feel him twitch inside of me, "where do you want it?" he asks, his voice low and breathy, "inside, please, need it inside of me" I blabber, that's all Matt needs to hear as his warm seed shoots into me, ropes and ropes of hot sticky cum coating my walls as he moans into the nape of my neck, thrusting into me a couple more times before pulling out "fuck, i should've done that sooner" he chuckles lowly as he presses a soft kiss to my head "lay down, beautiful, I'll clean you up" Matt whispers as he walks into the bathroom grabbing a cloth and turning the warm water on, coating the cloth with it before making his way back to me "feelin' okay?" Matt asks as he presses soft kisses to my inner thighs before gently wiping the towel over my sensitive pussy "yeah" i whisper "c'mon, we can cuddle and watch some shitty movie" Matt says as he lays beside me, pulling my black silk sheets over us and wrapping his arm around my waist...

thank god sabrina invited them over today

the outfit I described because the link is being a cunt:

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[vainvenus]

⌲;꒰ Favorite boy in the Valley ꒱

Pairing - Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Synopsis - Eli's doubting your relationship so you have to confirm some things for him.

Includings - S1!Eli no Hawk, insecurities, crying, embarrassed and blushing Eli, lots of kisses, words of affirmation, small bits of angst, a bunch of fluff

An - First post back with a new fixation! All tags used are fandoms I write for so feel free to request anything

And if anybodys interested I'm currently writing a Scream Au!Cobra Kai on quotev under the same name I use on here

Eli had been a bit off lately and it was starting to worry you.

Eli was generally a quiet person, he had been that way since you met him and he still was. But even given his quiet nature if there was a topic he was interested in and the right people were talking about it he would add in an opinion or two.

And he would be more than happy to rant to you of all people about a new series he had started up or to talk about one of the movies you recommended to him so that the two of you could gush about it and share opinions, but recently he had been a lot quieter.

You shut your locker, smiling over at the dirty blonde. "So, have you watched clueless yet? The fashion in that is-"

"Uh..no, sorry. I was...uhm...busy." He interrupted, staring down at his feet at the lie he told, he watched it twice and wanted nothing more than to go on and on about it.

You rose a brow, head tilting slightly as you stared at him with a look that almost made him call his bluff. "Busy?"

He just nodded quietly.

Then about a week ago, when you asked him if he wanted to come over after school to do a Marvel marathon he had quickly declined, saying that he had other plans and before you could ask what those plans were he went to go talk to Demetri.

He would usually walk you to class, everybody saying that wherever you were he had to be somewhere close by but recently as you waited outside your classroom for him he would be nowhere to found and that made your heart sink a little bit.

"Hey, you weren't outside my English class to walk me to culinary today." You frowned, setting your lunch tray next to his and taking your seat. "I wanted to tell you that I aced my essay..."

Eli glanced over at you and moved his nail from between his teeth. A nasty habit you had been trying to get him to stop doing for months and you were real close until he started becoming distant.

"I was just...just rushing to get to Chemistry. I had a really important test and wanted to get some extra study time in." He explained and you slowly nodded, deciding not to bring up the fact that his test was tomorrow.

He also stopped holding your hand, the first thing he could make the first move on, something he could confidently do if he was feeling nervous or just wanted to touch you. Normally he would hold it as he walked you to your classes or even when the two of you were sitting together at lunch but he started to pull his hand away or shove it into his pocket.

And what really got you was when he started denying your kisses. At first you thought it would just be by accident or he didn't want a kiss at the moment since he was still getting comfortable with PDA but you soon realized that he was dodging your kisses, tilting and moving his head when you leaned in.

It was all really confusing. You didn't understand why he was acting like this and it left you wondering if you had did something wrong. Maybe you had done something that made him upset with you?

You sighed, leaning onto Demetri's shoulder. "Its like when we first met all over again, Dem. He's just been so distant and I don't know whats the matter. Has he been acting different with you?"

"No, he hasnt." Demetri bluntly answered, shaking his head while his eyes stayed focused on the homework you let out a long sigh. "Then it's me, I have to be the problem."

The brunette sighed, putting his pencil down and turning his head to look at you, nearly giving you a death glare. "Look, you just need to talk to him, alright? He's probably going through another one of his slumps and needs some reassurance."

You had groaned, rubbing your hand along your face. "Of course, why hadn't you thought of that before? "Thanks, Dem! You're so good at giving advice, can't believe I didn't think that. God I'm dumb sometimes."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know I am and I know you are. Now, can we please finish our homework now that you're done moping?"

"[Y/n], Eli didn't tell me you were coming."

You smiled up at his mother as you held a new copy of the comic book Eli had ranted about a while ago along with a bag of some of his favorite snacks. "Yeah, I wanted to surprise him."

"Well he's upstairs in his room." She hummed, closing the door behind you as you walked up the stairs and down the hall to the boy's room, lifting your knuckles up to knock on the door.

There was a bit of shuffling before the door opened and Eli's eyes were wide with surprise upon seeing you. "[Y/n]? What..What are you doing here?"

"I just really need to talk to you. Can I come in, please?"

He seemed hesitant at first before reluctantly nodded and opened his door all the way. You set the things you brought for him on the table then walked over to sit across from him on his bed.

You looked at him, staring into his eyes as you reached out to grab his hand and rubbed your thumb over the back of it. "Eli, talk to me. What's the matter? What's going on?"

"It's nothing-" He started but you weren't buying it, obviously. "Eli we both know that's a lie. You haven't really been yourself lately and I just need to know why. I'm here for you. Is it something that I've done or anything I can fix?"

"Unless you can fix me being a freak, no, you can't."

Your face softened as you held onto his hand a little tighter. "Eli, you're not-"

He shook his head, pulling his hands away from yours. "No! Don't. Don't say that! I don't wanna hear this whole 'you're not a freak' talk again I'm so sick of it!"

The way his voice started to crack made your heart sink as you saw that his eyes were starting to water, fresh tears threatening to spill.

"Kyler said something that...that just really got me thinking. Saying that he didn't know how a girl like...like you gave a nerd with a weird lip...lip a chance." Eli swallowed the lump starting in his throat because he was going to start crying rethinking of the conversation.

"He started talking about how much better you could've done. Better like somebody like...like him." He sniffled, his fingers brushing against his scar as he looked everywhere but you when he spoke.

"And then I started to think he was...was right. You could do so much better than some nerd with a freaky l..lip." His voice wobbled as he stared down at his bedsheets.

"Eli. Eli, look at me." While the boy shook his head you reached up to grab the sides of his face, wiping away the tears with your thumbs that were starting to fall down his cheeks.

You sighed, frowning softly. "Look, I don't care what anybody else says, okay? Kyler was wrong because there's no better choice. I mean, is there any other boy at school who would listen to my constant complaining about Mrs.Carter?"

Eli had stayed quiet as you continued. "Would any other boy let me ramble about [f/superhero] and not call me a nerd?"

Silence.

You weren't done though. "Would some jerk like Kyler deal with my long shopping trips and help me carry all my bags around?"

Continuing you had smiled softly up at him. "Oh and I'm one hundred percent sure none of those guys would watch silly chick flicks with me and actually like them."

He shrugged his shoulders and you smiled, pressing your lips against the his cheek in a short yet sweet kiss and he winced, feeling the stickiness from your lipgloss. "And no other boy here is as breathtaking as you."

Your smile grew more as you saw the tips of his ears turning pink and he turned his head away slightly, looking up and away at his ceiling. "[Y/n].."

"I'm serious, Eli. You're so very pretty. I love and adore everything about you."

He avoided eye contact with you, trying to pull his face from your hands but you only hummed while pressing kisses all over his face and leaving shiny kiss marks along it.

"Your eyes alone just make me melt, y'know? I'm real jealous of how your lashes look better than mine." You giggled, placing a kiss right above his brow.

"[Y/n], stop..." He mumbled, his cheeks now being a color that would put any blush set to shame and you shook your head.

"You have a beautiful nose. I love staring at your side profile, it's just perfect." You complimented, kissing the bridge of his nose before your eyes trailed down.

You reached up, tracing your finger along the scar. "And like I've said before I love your scar. I could kiss you a million times and never get grossed out by it.

At that you leaned forward, pressing your lips right against his scar and you could feel his hands squeezing at the bottom of your shirt, fists squeezing tightly around the fabric before you moved down and captured his slightly chapped lips with your own. While you leaned into the kiss you could feel Eli's grip slowly lighten as he leaned into the kiss.

Eli was a burning mess in a the face when you kissed his scar, closing his eyes at the feeling while holding tightly onto your shirt as if you would go anywhere. Feeling you place felt your soft lips on his own partially chapped ones he was like putty in your hands, practically liquefying.

When you pulled away you giggled at the residue of gloss that came from your lips and that was now all over Eli's face and his own lips, smiling as the boy rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip, his shoulders rising and falling while he panted softly.

"So no, there's no boy in this valley I'd rather be with." You confirmed, wrapping your arms and he laid back allowing you to lay your head against his chest, finding a sort of comfort listening to his heartbeat.

You hummed softly, reaching a hand up to play with the tuffs of his hair and the two of you laid there in comfortable silence and you peered up to stare at him to see that he was already staring at you.

"You...You really mean it? All that stuff you said earlier?" He questioned, his voice coming off as a whisper and you lifted your head up.

You sat up on his lap, furrowing your brows at him while staring at him with an incredulous expression. "Do I need to repeat myself? Kisses and all?"

"I...I don't know...I don't think I really got it." Eli gave a sheepish smile, messing with the hem of your shirt."

"Maybe...uhm...a couple more kisses and it might click?" He quietly suggested and stared up at you through his eyelashes, his lips parting a bit.

And how could you say no to such a pretty face like that?

[tropes-and-tales]

Five Times Vigilante Definitely Does Not Have Feelings (and the One Time He Does)

Characters:  Adrian Chase/Vigilante x f!reader

CW:  Crude language; yearning.

Word Count:  3982

Adrian Chase will tell anyone:  he doesn’t have emotions like people do.  He doesn’t feel sad or angry or embarrassed.  When Peacemaker gave him the nickname “Thimble,” he certainly didn’t cry.  When Peacemaker was sent to prison, he certainly didn’t feel lonely.  

Not having emotions is what makes him a more evolved human.

And yet, when ARGUS springs Peacemaker and sets up a black ops outfit in Evergreen, Adrian finds himself toeing the line of feelings.  He doesn’t have emotions like people do, but he comes awfully close a handful of times…until he crosses the line entirely.

The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Vulnerable

As the Vigilante, Adrian gets hurt all the time.  He’s become proficient at stitching up his own wounds.  His body is littered with the scars of his own handiwork.

But when Goff tortures him for information, and when the ARGUS team comes to his and Peacemaker’s rescue, he finds himself missing half of a pinkie toe.  It’s the most important toe on the human body, and he’ll probably never walk again…and no one seems to care.

Except for you.  In the van as they return to headquarters, you sit across from him, watching him as he studies his mangled foot.  You murmur something that sounds sympathetic, but he barely hears it over Peacemaker laughing at him.

At headquarters, you look at him and jerk your head in the direction of the back office.

“I can stitch you up, if you want,” you offer. 

He starts to shake his head, but the mean blonde woman—Harcourt, her name is—makes an offhand comment about your superior patch-up abilities, so he accepts your help.  He limps painfully behind you, follows you into a room that has been converted into a rough sort of exam room and budget clinic.

“Hop up on the table,” you tell him, and even though he doesn’t trust you—or any of your team—he does as you say.  It’s clumsy.  He hurts in a hundred different places:  his half-amputated toe, his electrocuted crotch, all the scrapes and bruises from the fight with Cobra Kai. 

“I won’t take off my mask,” he warns you.  “I take my secret identity very seriously.  If you saw my face, I’d have to kill you.”

“Duly noted,” you reply dryly.  “But I only need to see your foot.”

He pulls off his boot and regards his mangled half-pinkie toe sadly.  You pull on a pair of latex gloves and turn on a bright lamp, angling it at his bare foot.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” you say as you prod the wound gently.  “In fact, you really didn’t lose anything but a couple layers of skin.”

“The blade was as dull as fuck,” he replies. 

You wheel your stool over to a cabinet, then pull out some supplies:  needle and thread, disinfectant, gauze and tape.  Then you wheel back over to him and set to work.

The mean blonde woman was right—you’re quick, efficient.  He looks down at your bent head as you stitch him up, and he sees that your needlework is better than his own.  He doubts he’ll even have much of a scar once it heals.

But it’s the strange feeling that creeps over him:  makes his vision waver, makes him feel a little light-headed.  Your hands are deft but also gentle.  Adrian can’t remember ever being touched so gently.  Maybe when he was really small.  Maybe his mom was gentle like that when he was so small that he can’t remember it now.  It makes him break out in goosebumps.  He shudders at the touch of your warm hand bracing his foot, and you misunderstand the involuntary gesture.

“Almost done,” you murmur, and a moment later you tie off the last stitch and snip the thread.  You wrap his toe in gauze, pat his knee softly in a reassuring way.  Then you straighten up and ask if there’s any other injuries he needs patched up.

“Goff electrocuted me,” he blurts out.  “With a car battery.”

You look at him, level, but the corner of your mouth quirks in a near-smile.  “You want me to look at that for you?”

“Oh, no.  No.  No, I just wanted to mention it.  I’m not asking you to look at it.”  He’s grateful for the mask; he can feel his face heating up at the idea of taking off his suit in front of you, and the sudden flush confuses him.  Irritates him.  Something about the thought of being exposed makes his stomach churn in a way he doesn’t understand.

You hum thoughtfully, then turn back to the cabinet of supplies.  You rummage around, then pull out a small white tube that you hand him.

“Antibiotic gel for cuts and burns,” you say.   “You can put a cool cloth on…well, any burns you may have.  If there’s blistering, don’t pop them.”

“Okay.”

“And, you know…if you have any lingering side effects of being electrocuted, you should see a specialist.”

Vigilante reaches down and pulls his boot back on, but already his toe feels better.  “What sort of side effects?” he asks.

He looks up at you in time to see that same half-smile.  You peel off your gloves, toss them in the trash.  

“I can imagine where you were electrocuted,” you reply.  “So if those parts don’t typically work the way you’re used to, see a real doctor.”

Adrian Chase is not good at nuance or subtlety.  “Huh?”

You blink at him before you say, “if you can’t get or maintain an erection, see a urologist.”

“Oh.”  He blinks too, behind his visor.  “Okay.”

You turn to leave the room but then glance over your shoulder before you do.  “Thanks for your help tonight,” you say.  “The mission was a success because of you.”

Neither Vigilante nor Adrian Chase ever get any thanks.  He flushes even hotter under his mask, and he grumbles in reply, uncomfortable to be seen, to be recognized for the first time.

To be vulnerable.

The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Embarrassed

The next afternoon, he’s at Peacemaker’s trailer, helping him clean up from when the police tossed the place.  They are blasting Guns and Roses, drinking beer…it’s like the old days, almost.

A knock at the door then, and Adrian has only a second to pull on his mask before you stroll in.

“Hey, Chris.  Vigilante.”  You nod in greeting, then reach into your bag to pull out a thick manila folder.  You hand it to Peacemaker.

“Murn wanted me to bring this by.  It’s the latest intel we got from Goff’s place.”  

You stand there as Chris takes the folder and sinks down onto his couch, already paging through the information.  Vigilante stands there too, awkward, so he crosses his arms to keep from fidgeting.  There’s a long stretch of silence once the Guns and Roses record ends, and Vigilante struggles with silence.

“I got hard last night,” he tells you.  “And this morning too.”

“Dude, what the fuck?” Peacemaker sputters.  “She doesn’t want to hear that!”

��She mentioned it last night!”

Peacemaker scoffs, twists his face into an expression of disbelief.  “Yeah, I’m sure she mentioned your dick last night.  Sure.  Okay.  Fantasize much?”

“She did!”

“You seriously need to get laid, dude.  Stop making shit up.”

“He’s not lying,” you tell Peacemaker with a sheepish shrug.  “Though I mentioned it in the context of his injuries and not…some other context.”

“See?”  Vigilante says, and Peacemaker rolls his eyes, makes a jacking-off motion with his hand.

You don’t linger.  You beat a hasty retreat, waving over your shoulder as you leave the trailer, and Peacemaker gives him more hell—calls him weird, calls him annoying.

“No wonder you’ve never had a real girlfriend, dude,” he says as he turns back to his folder of intel.  “You say the creepiest shit the minute a cute girl is around.”

Vigilante doesn’t think about it much more until later.  That night, in bed, he lies awake for far longer than he usually does.  He replays that moment, tries to understand why he just blurted that out.  

He wonders if you would have stayed at the trailer longer if he hadn’t been creepy.  His face burns in the darkness of his bedroom, and his stomach twists painfully as he replays the moment over and over.  He replays his stupid blurting out about his dick, and he has no idea what it means.  He never obsesses over his stupid mouth like this.

If he had feelings like other people, he’d recognize the emotion as embarrassment.

The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Despondent (and Comforted)

Adrian gets himself arrested on purpose.  It’s the best way he can help Chris:  get arrested, get booked into the same prison as Chris’ racist supervillain father, then kill said racist supervillain father.

Easy enough.  It’d set Chris free and make his life so much better.  Allow him to move forward and not be bogged down, like Adebayo said.

Adrian fails.  He only manages to make things worse—clues Auggie into his plan accidentally, possibly points law enforcement in Chris’ direction.  So Adrian doesn’t just fail—he fails miserably.

He’s released that night.  He’s surprised at first, but as he changes back into his clothes and collects his personal effects from the guards, he realizes that ARGUS has its sticky fingers in all sorts of things and probably sprung him with just a few keystrokes.

When he leaves the prison, you’re sitting out front in your car.  You lower the passenger window and call out to him.

“C’mon,” you say.  “Harcourt sent me to take you home.”

He’s too upset to even feel bad about his cover being blown.  He climbs into the car.

“I think I made things worse,” he says, and he tries not to cry.  He only wanted to help his best friend (even if he’s not Peacemaker’s best friend).  Somehow he messed up, and it could ruin everything.  

“Okay,” you reply softly.  “It’s okay.”

You drive him home.  He doesn’t give you his address, but you know it—another screw-up, he thinks, getting tangled up with people who easily cracked his secret identity.  You know his name, his face, where he lives.  Some instrument of vengeance he is.  You probably even recognize him from his job at Fennel Fields.

Outside of his apartment, you park, then turn to face him.  In the half-light from the streetlamps, he can just make out your soft smile.

“This entire ops is nothing but mistakes,” you tell him.  “And yet, we’re doing okay.  We’ll figure out how to handle Auggie Smith.  Don’t worry about it.”

He nods, and something about the barest bit of comfort—paired with your smile—makes him turn to face you too.  

“I’m Adrian,” he says, even though you know his name.

Your smile broadens and you say your name, even though he knows it.  You hold out your hand and after a beat he takes it.

“Good to finally meet you, Adrian,” you reply as you shake hands.  

For whatever reason, as low as he feels, he falls asleep that night with a weird lightness in his chest—because he doesn’t dwell on his failure at the prison.  

Instead, he falls asleep with the memory of your smile, your kind words.  Your warm hand in his.

The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Protective

The attack on Goff’s house yielded some leads, and the team travels three hours away to take out a nest of Butterflies.  Everyone is exhausted, filthy, and bruised up.  

It’s in the van—you sitting beside Adrian—when you start to nod off.  He catches it the first few times, the way your head dips forward, the way you jerk back awake.  It’s cute, the way you fight sleep, and then it happens.

You fall asleep and you don’t wake up.  Your head drifts towards him, then settles against his shoulder.

Adrian freezes.  

He and Peacemaker—they used to go out together, looking for crimes or bitches or both.  He’s no virgin.  He fucks.  He’s no stranger to touch, and he’s certainly no stranger to women.  And yet…this feels different.  It feels new.

Peacemaker notices.  “You got a new girlfriend, dude,” he points out with a laugh.

Harcourt rolls her eyes at the teasing.  “Leave her alone.  She puts in way more hours than you, asshole.”

“I put in plenty of hours,” he replies, defensive.  “It takes a lot of time to maintain this impressive physique.  Do you know how long I work on my small muscle groups alone?”

Harcourt rolls her eyes again, then returns her attention to her phone.  Peacemaker turns back to where Adrian sits, rigid, as you sleep against him.

“If you get hard, just don’t tell her about it,” he advises the younger man.  “You’ll creep her out again.”

It’s strange, the feeling of your head against him.  It’s not sexy at all, obviously—in fact, it’s a little uncomfortable.  He doesn’t want to move you, doesn’t want to jostle you and wake you up.  Harcourt said you’re tired, and you took a hell of a beating as you fought the Butterflies.  

Adrian has always approached his work as Vigilante from a perspective of vengeance, not protection, so the feeling is strange:  how he wants to let you sleep, how he wants to protect your sleep.  How he wants to make you comfortable.

A quiet falls over the team; the swaying of the van lulls everyone into comfortable silence.  Adrian breathes in carefully through his nose, then shifts his body.  Slowly, carefully.  He leans away from you, allows you to lie against him more.  He changes the angle enough that he can get his arm out from where it’s trapped between your body and his.  He shifts again, gets his arm around you.  Gently moves you—changes it from your head awkwardly pressed against his hard molded shoulder pad to your head tucked against his chest.

You wake, a little, as he moves you.  You blink up at him sleepily, say his name—Adrian, not Vigilante or Vig or V—and your voice is husky with exhaustion.  There’s a questioning lilt to how you say his name, so he shakes his head softly.

“Go ahead and rest,” he says, quiet.  “Everything’s fine.”

You nod, then settle back against him.  It takes only a moment until he feels your breathing slow down, deepen.  He feels your body go heavy and lax against him.  Tucked against his chest, his arm holding you against him, he can smell you, feel how warm you are.  If he moves his head just a little, he can press his cheek against the top of your head.

Go ahead and rest, he thinks.  Everything’s fine.  I’ll keep you safe.

Vigilante has always been an instrument of vengeance, but this is the first time he’s felt protective of anyone.

The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Fear

The 11th Street Kids have one chance to eradicate the Butterflies forever:  if they can kill their only food source, the so-called cow, they will eventually all die off.  When they make their final assault on the farm, the team splits up:  Adebayo and Economos stay back, while the warriors—Peacemaker, Vigilante, Harcourt, and you—charge into action.

Whether the cow is killed or not, Adrian doesn’t find out until after the battle is over.  He fights off the onslaught of Butterflies, but for the first time, his attention isn’t entirely on his own fight.

His attention is on you, now, too.  

He manages to keep you in his sightline for the beginning of the fight.  He sees you, admires the sight of you when you’re in your berserker mode:  furious and deadly, well-fitted black suit, guns flashing as you empty clip after clip into the skulls of the Butterflies.  

Then he loses sight of you. 

His chest clenches in an unfamiliar tension, and when he finally catches sight of you again, that tight-chest feeling cedes to something else, something worse:  an ice-cold shard of fear that lances through him, settles in his gut where it sits like a stone.

When he finally catches sight of you, it’s the exact moment you are shot by a Butterfly.

One shot hits your shoulder, spins you around.

Another shot hits you square in the chest, makes you stagger backwards as the force is absorbed by your vest.

The final shot hits you low in the belly, and Adrian (who has studied your gear closely) knows you have little protection there.  The icy fear blooms in him, fills up every bit of him until it feels like it’s in his veins.

He screams your name.  He barely even feels the bullet that hits him (“oh, shoot” he mutters, and tosses a knife behind him to kill his own attacker), but then he stumbles and falls, and he loses consciousness.

He wakes a moment later.  He has no idea how much time has passed, but he manages to get to his hands and knees, then to his feet.  He makes his way to where you fell and he finds you.  

It’s bad.  It’s so bad that the icy fear turns acidic in his veins, makes him burn with fear.  With terror.  You gaze up at him but you don’t seem to see him, and each breath makes a fresh pulse of blood trickle from your mouth.

Adrian has never been very good at social situations.  He never knows the right thing to say and if he does, he doesn’t know the right time to say it.  He wishes these things came more easily to him; if it were Chris here right now instead of him, Chris would know the right thing to say.  He’d know how to keep you awake, how to give you comfort.

All Adrian can offer is what you told him the night he got out of prison, when you drove him home.  Now, as you lie under the night sky, dying in front of him, as he presses one hand against the worst wound to try and staunch the bleeding, he repeats your words back to him.

“It’s okay,” he says, and he says it over and over and hopes you believe it.  “It’s okay.  It’s okay.  It’s okay.”

The Time Vigilante Definitely Feels Love

You have no memory of the fight at the farm.  The last thing you remember is the drive there, but everything after is a blank.  Adebayo stops by when you finally wake up and fills you in on the salient details.  

She tells you how Vigilante—who was also shot, who had been blown up earlier in the day—carried you to safety.  How he kept you from bleeding out, how he held your very life in his hands and kept you from dying.  How hospital security had to separate him from you, once you were laid out on the gurney and being wheeled into surgery.

How he still tried to fight to stay by your side, and how he only failed because of his own injuries and blood loss.

“That man is stupid crazy about you,” Adebayo chuckles with a shake of her head.  “I don’t even think he’s really a psychopath.”

You chuckle with her, wince when the action pulls at the thousand stitches and staples that are keeping you held together.  “He’s not bad, right?”

“We’re literally the Island of Misfit toys,” she replies.  “But yeah, he’s alright.”

-----

Adrian is hospitalized too, and once he’s healed up to a point, he starts sneaking into your room to visit.  It’s not really sneaking—every time he undoes his IV and heart monitor, it sends the nurses into a panic—but after Adebayo’s press conference revealing the existence of Task Force X, the hospital staff is pretty tolerant of his harmless shenanigans. 

He helped ward off an alien invasion, after all.  You both did.

You have to agree with Adebayo.  You’ve never quite believed that Adrian is a psychopath or a sociopath or whatever.  You certainly never believed him when he said he didn’t have feelings or emotions.  The guy is nothing but a walking ball of emotions:  obvious love for his friends, a yearning to belong, a sweet desire to be liked and included.  Sure, he kills without compunction, but he seems to love in equal measure, even if he doesn’t believe he does.

When he visits you, he doesn’t talk about feelings.  He chatters endlessly about his and Peacemaker’s exploits—criminals they’ve busted, ways they’ve destroyed old appliances in the woods behind Peacemaker’s trailer.  He talks about how it was when Peacemaker was in prison, how he kept calling and leaving voicemails to make it seem like everything was normal.  He talks about his job at Fennel Fields, all the terrible customer service stories he has.

He discharges himself against the advice of the doctors (he’s healed enough, he tells you), and you think he’ll stop visiting, but he doesn’t.  He visits every day still, and when you start physical therapy to build up the muscle tone and endurance you’ve lost, he sits in a nearby chair, watching you.  Cheering you on.

Adebayo wasn’t wrong.  You know Adrian has feelings for you.  You’re more socially adept than him, and you’ve had relationships before.  You’ve had crushes and been the object of them.  You guessed his infatuation early on, and you can guess that it’s only grown for him since then.

It probably confuses him, you guess.  You know what love feels like.  What a crush feels like.  All that feeling, in so many places:  the fluttery stomach, the pounding heart, the thoughts that just circle ‘round and ‘round about a single person.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have similar feelings for him.  He’s easy on the eyes, sure—but he’s earnest and sweet, a brutal killer with a heart of gold.

You can also guess that Adrian might never make a move.  This has to be unfamiliar territory for him.  You know he’s no virgin (he’s chattered endlessly about his and Peacemaker’s exhaustive threesomes too), but he seems to have no relationship experience.

But your entire short working relationship with him has been give and take.  You stitched him up, comforted him when he was feeling low after his failed attempt to kill Auggie Smith.  He let you rest against him, held you gently as you slept after a mission.  He saved your life, kept you from bleeding out.

Give and take.  The best kind of relationship, in your opinion.

“Hey, Adrian,” you say one afternoon after PT.  You’re exhausted and sore, but you’re quickly approaching your own discharge.  You are healing up nicely.  You have things to look forward to.

“What’s up?” he asks, and he bounces over to your bedside like a Golden Retriever puppy, eager.

“Doctor says I’m good to go in a few days.”

“That’s great!”  His face breaks open in a wide grin that transforms him from nerdy-handsome to downright gorgeous.  “That’s good news!”

You swallow, push down the nerves that flare up.  “I thought maybe we could celebrate.”

“Yeah!”  He grins at you.  “I can call Chris—”

“I thought maybe just me and you,” you cut in, clarifying.  “Just this time.  Maybe we include Chris some other time.”

“Oh.”  The smile falls from his face, and he looks at you.  His brows are knit in confusion.  

No sense in backtracking now.  “Like a date.  Would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Oh.”  A beat.  “With me?  Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

What you’re asking him finally sinks in—a beat longer than it might with someone else, but that’s just part of Adrian’s charm.  The smile returns to his face, brighter and wider than before.

“Yeah,” he replies.  “Hell yeah, dude.  I’d love that.”

[greetings-and-salutations]

“Get Your F*cking Hands Off Her, A*shole!”

Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Reader

Countdown to Cobra Kai Season 5 - 8 Days left!!!

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Summary: It was an unspoken rule around West Valley High that (Y/n) (Y/l/n) was completely and utterly off limits. No one dared test the boundaries when it came to that rule, for fear that her Mohawk-clad boyfriend would go all Cobra Kai on them. Of course, every now and again, a newbie didn’t get the memo…

Warnings: starred out swear words, overprotective Hawk, creepy dude making (Y/n) uncomfy, prejudice against “North Hills” with a substantial lack of reasoning to back it up 😬😂, lack of adherence to plot line of the source material

Pairing: Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE 😬😬 I’m trying to get back on schedule as soon as possible, I promise! 👌👌👌

Eli Moskowitz and (Y/n) (Y/l/n) were in love. Everyone knew it, and, because of Eli’s status in their school’s hierarchy as “Hawk” the “Cobra King,” no one dared refute it. It was a system that worked. An unspoken line, if you will, that, when crossed, was swiftly dealt with. And the perpetrator never did it again. Hawk made sure of that.

But there were still some who, to them, the pretty girl in math class was simply the pretty girl in math class. Nothing more. No ties to a Mohawked gang leader, and certainly no harm in asking her out on a date this weekend. Perhaps to the movies? There was a pretty cool drive in just across town…

“That’s a bad idea.” Toby turned to look at the girl who’d spoken, an embarrassed expression on his face at having been caught staring, before he crossed his arms over his chest and scowled, in an attempt to cover it up.

“What?” He asked, glaring at her, annoyed by her unhelpful interjection in something that clearly didn’t involve her. He didn’t know who she was, being the new kid usually meant that was the case, but, Toby could already tell, whoever this girl was, she wasn’t someone he wanted to be spending his time with. She gave him the heebie jeebies, and not in the good way. Her face suddenly transformed into a smirk, before she gestured towards where his eyes had been trained just moments before.

“You’re staring at (Y/n) right?” She asked her own gaze taking in the sight of the girl at her locker just down the hall. Toby cringed a little, having hoped he’d been a tad more discreet, but this creepy girl had seen right through him.

“So?” He asked, defensively, wondering what exactly she wanted from him, landing on simply “picking on the new guy,” before she opened her mouth and spoke again.

“Yeah. That’s not gonna happen. Trust me, dude.” She replied, vaguely, but Toby just rolled his eyes, not believing her for a second.

“Who even are you?” He asked rudely, but the girl just laughed, an unsettling sound that left Toby’s skin crawling.

“Tory with a y.” She answered, as if he should know. (He didn’t.) “Listen, newbie.” She pouted sarcastically, before patting his shoulder. “I get it. You don’t know how things work around here.” Her patting ceased as she grabbed his shoulders, rather harshly turning him back towards the math class girl; towards (Y/n). “But I’m telling you right now, She’s not someone you wanna mess with.” Toby scoffed, his patience for this conversation wearing thin, as he pulled out of Tory’s grip.

“She seems harmless.” He said, before turning away from (Y/n) and towards his unwanted companion. “You, however, weird me out, so I’m gonna go talk to (Y/n). Bye, now.” He began to walk off, heading towards the girl’s locker and mentally psyching himself up as he did, before a loud voice called out after him.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” Tory yelled, but Toby just rolled his eyes again, before mumbling under his breath.

“You can’t tell me what to do, psycho…”

+ + +

“And then I told him that if he tried to do that again I was gonna take his face and-“

“Hey, Hawk!” The boy turned around when Tory’s voice sounded over the conversation, an annoyed look on his face at being interrupted.

“What is it?” He spat angrily, causing Tory to raise her hands in mock defense.

“Just thought you’d wanna know I just saw the new guy practically eye-banging your girl in the hallway.” She said casually, but Hawk’s heart stopped all the same.

“What?” He asked, through gritted teeth, hoping he’d heard her wrong. But Tory just nodded her head.

“Some dude. Troy or Tanner or something. New kid. Just moved here from North Hills or some sh*t.” She was still talking but, past the point of confirmation, Hawk was done listening.

“Where is he now?” He asked, his fists clenched, itching to do to this new kid what he’d been about to describe before Tory’s interruption. Nobody messed with his (Y/n)…

“Last I saw he was headed towards (Y/n)’s locker. Something about asking her out?”And that was when Hawk snapped.

“The he*l he is!” (Y/n) was HIS girlfriend. Everyone knew that. Who did he think he was? This punk coming in and trying to cheat the system, and steal away HAWK’S girl? This Troy, or Tanner, or whatever-the-f*ck his name was, was gonna pay. And Hawk was gonna make sure of it.

“I’m gonna go deal with this sh*thead. Beat his a*s…”

+ + +

“You’re (Y/n), right?” (Y/n) (Y/l/n) spun around quickly at the voice, confused as she didn’t recognize it, before coming face to face with the new kid she vaguely remembered from one of her earlier classes. She smiled politely, before responding.

“Yeah, that’s me.” She agreed, before a frown reached her face. “I’m sorry I don’t-“ She began apologizing for not recalling his name, but the boy cut her off with a shrug, leaning against the locker beside hers and effectively boxing her in, though (Y/n) assumed it was unintentional.

“Toby. I just moved here.” (Y/n) nodded along at his words, as she took a small step back, only for her foot to collide with the metal of a locker door.

“Toby… hi.”

“Hi…” (Y/n) wondered what exactly it was that he wanted, or whether it was just to introduce himself. But if that was the case, why hadn’t he left yet?

“Did you need something?” She asked, hoping she didn’t come off as rude or anything, though if she did, he didn’t point it out, or do anything really other than shake his head while laughing at himself.

“Sh*t, yeah. Um, I was actually wondering…” He trailed off, his eyes meeting hers in an intense gaze that she was both unwilling and unable to reciprocate. “Well, you’re really pretty, ya know…” (Y/n) didn’t like where this was going. She made to carefully remove his arm from the locker, so that she could walk away, but Toby apparently wasn’t finished, and reached for her wrist, holding it tightly in his grip to keep her in place. “Hold on just a second!” (Y/n)’s eyes widened in shock. “I dunno… I was sorta thinkin-“

“Get your f*cking hands off her, a*shole!”

+ + +

If Hawk wasn’t already seeing red at just the idea of someone he didn’t know flirting with (Y/n), the sight of her being held up against a locker with that frightened look on her face would surely have done it. And it did, for the next move Hawk made was not something that he would have ever done in front of his girlfriend had the situation not demanded it…

“Get your f*cking hands off her, a*shole!” It was like time had slowed down, and there was no one in the room but them; Hawk, and the sleezeball touching his girl.

The new guy spun around, his expression clearly annoyed, until he noticed the murderous one pointed back at him. His face dropped in worry.

“Look, dude. I dunno what you think-“ He began (trying to explain himself, perhaps?), but Hawk’s attention remained on his hand… that had yet to move.

“Oh I know exactly what I think!” He practically growled, stepping forward threateningly. “I think you’ve got your sh*tty North Hills hands all over my girlfriend, and if you don’t let go right now I’m gonna send you back to North Hills; only this time it’ll be in a body bag!” On a normal day, Hawk would’ve smirked at the “I just wet myself” look that had suddenly appeared on the dopes face, but this wasn’t a normal day. On a normal day, if some douche bag decided to mess with Hawk they’d do it directly, not through (Y/n). There was a level of respect there, at least for the girl. Because, everyone knew, messing with him was on thing, but (Y/n)? Practically a death sentence.

“I-I didn’t know-“ The new guy stuttered out, his grip finally releasing from (Y/n)’s skin, the girl slipping away from him and behind her boyfriend the moment she was able. Hawk felt her small hands tighten against the back of his hoodie and his angry frown deepened.

“Oh “you-you didn’t know”?” He mocked, carefully removing his girlfriends fingers from his clothes and advancing towards the other boy, nothing stopping him now from cracking this dweebs skull. He’d teach him not to mess with his girl again…

+ + +

Smack!

Smack!

“Ow!”

Crunch!

Pop!

Pop!

“Ughhhhhhhh…”

Crack!

“Stop, please!”

Hawk dropped the bruised and bloody body of the new kid harshly on the floor, before standing over him, his breathing heavy. (Y/n)’s eyes were wide. She’d never seen this side of him before. Sure, she knew he got into fights. She had to clean him up after them all the time. But he usually made it a point to keep her out of them. Though, (Y/n) supposed there wasn’t much way to keep her out of this one, since it happened over her. She frowned, suddenly feeling immensely guilty.

“If I see you anywhere near her again, we’ll be back here. Got it?” He snarled, his back now to (Y/n), which she appreciated, as she wasn’t sure she wanted to see his face look like that. She liked the soft way her Eli looked at her. She didn’t think she’d be too fond of visions of angry Hawk intruding her lovesick thoughts. “I said: Do. You. Understand!?!” (Y/n) watched the guy nod his head so fast she thought it might fall off, before scrambling to his feet. Hawk turned to make his way towards his friends and his girl, calling back over his shoulder as he did. “Now, get outta here before I change my mind.”

+ + +

“You okay, Princess?” Hawk had cooled down a little at the look on her face, hating that he’d contributed to it, but also knowing he’d had to do what he did. (Y/n) nodded slightly, though she wouldn’t meet his eyes. Hawk frowned, worried she was upset with him about the fight, though he couldn’t fathom why. That douchebag was hurting her. He’d just put a stop to it like any good boyfriend would. Speaking of…

“Can I see?” He gestured towards her wrist, receiving a small noise of agreement. He reached for her hand, his anger gradually returning as he took in the obvious fingerprints against her smooth skin. He tried to calm himself down, talking a deep breath before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her wrist.

“You’re gonna have a bruise.” He mumbled against her skin. But (Y/n) just shrugged.

“I don’t care.” Hawk sighed, running his hand down the side of his face anxiously.

“(Y/n)… you know I had to, right?” He asked, watching her face carefully as it changed, relief washing over him as she slowly nodded her head.

“I know… I just wanna go home. Can we?” She looked up at him with a small pout that Hawk was quick to agree to.

“Course, (Y/n/n). We can do anything you want.” He promised with a soft smile that dated back to his Eli days and was reserved exclusively for her. (Y/n) grinned a little, though Hawk wasn’t sure what was so funny. He wasn’t gonna comment on it though, just happy he’d got her smiling again.

“Ice cream?” She asked hopefully, earning a chuckle from her boyfriend, as his arm wrapped around her shoulder and he steered her towards the door.

“Sure, Princess. Whatever you want.”

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[sensei-venus]

What about Reader is an actress on ck and is always asked if she's dating her costars but she always avoids the question. But she's actually poly with Jacob and Xolo?

“So, Reader, I have a more personal question to ask.” Reader laughed as the YouTube reporter grinned at her. Sitting across from each other in the small white-lit room. The atmosphere slowly started to shift the longer the interview went on.

“Well I would hope you have something good for me.”She said while getting comfortable in her seat. The fluffy couch the studio has is perfect. Settling down into the nice cushions Reader looks back to the guy named Nick who was interviewing her. He seemed like a nice guy and all but at the end of the day, he was still a reporter. Most of the questions that were asked so far were pretty tame.

But now after that brief pause, she knew something big was coming.

It did not sound like it was going to be a fun question.

He gave a small grin saying “So I know for a fact that you have not made a statement about your dating life since staring in Cobra Kai.” he leaned back in his chair.

“Oh well, I guess. My dating life has never been that interesting and I guess I just wanted to keep it a little more private?” she nervously giggled. Maybe she should have suspected a question like this at some point. It was only a matter of time before the topic came up. People were always interested in famous people's dating lives. Thinking back on it, he was completely right. She had never made even the slightest remark about her dating life in a while.

The urge to continue keeping that information to herself was high.

“Well can't you give us a little something?” he wiggled his brows at her. Reader nervously laughed.

“Well I am in a very happy relationship at the moment. That's all I am going to say about it at the moment.” a smile crossed her face. Thinking about her handsome boyfriends made her feel all warm inside. Both of whom were actually sitting in other rooms being interviewed.

The guy raises a brow before making an awkward cough. Clearly a little annoyed at the fact she wasn't giving him what he wanted. A smirk started to form on his lips as he leaned in a bit. Playing with some cards in his hands, most likely with different questions he had planned to ask throughout the talk.

“So you can't confirm any of the rumors going around that you might be dating one of your costars from the Cobra Kai set? That seems to be a hot topic amongst your fans.” 

“Oh well I mean- I can see why. Most of the cast is really close. We all hang out a lot and most of us hang out separately a lot too. I can't blame any of our fans for speculating things.” she gave a small smile to the camera.

“So does that mean-”

“Nick come on now lets talk about something else.” Reader deflected Nick’s question once again.

The rest of the interview was spent awkwardly trying to get around that one question.

After two hours of back and forth the interview was over for the day. Reader was free to leave and she was definitely happy about it. It was so draining to continuously be asked stupid questions over and over again in one setting. She huffed little while walking out of the large building. She only started to feel better when she noticed who was next to her car. Leaning against her car talking to each other was Jacob and Xolo. With a big smile she jogged over to them.

As soon as she got to them Xolo chimed in “So how did your interview go?” Jacob snorted for some strange reason. Reader rolled her eyes “ Irritating, I got this guy Nick who was so pushy. Did you guys have someone who just wouldn’t stop with the-“ she was interrupted by Jacob saying “Dating questions? Yeah the chick I got wouldn’t stop trying to say shit. Can you believe she really tried to insinuate that I could be dating…Mary of all people??” He raised a brow. With a goofy grin Xolo actually bent over a little and started to laugh, Reader doing the same.

“Mary? Really?”

“Dude that hilarious, you hardly even hang out with Mary these days.”

“I know right?!?” He threw his hands up in a playful manner.

Xolo finally got back to his senses as he straightened back up. With a small cough he mentions “So who did they try to say you were with?” Reader got a little flustered “Actually he didn’t try to pin anyone down. He just kept pushing that it was someone from the Cobra Kai set. Which I mean is kinda the only set I could be really dating someone from at the moment because it’s the only series I have been filing on for a while now-“ she yelps as two sets of hands pull her in. Looking around quickly she finds no one but them in the parking lot. The place completely empty, no cameras in sight. Even the security cameras on the building are pointing away from them.

It’s the perfect angle to not get their little moment caught.

A smile blooms over Readers lips.

She feels Xolo’s lips on her neck which has her giggling. Jacob’s hands gently grip at her fluffy hips and belly. She can feel his soft breath on her cheek as he starts to nibble on her jaw. It’s so nice, just being able to have a moment to themselves. They can’t do this in public.

The urge as celebrities to keep this special little romance between the three of the secret.

Something no one else knows about. Something that only they can enjoy without worry. It was never about the three of them being together. Coming out as a poly couple didn’t scare them at all. It was being caught in a relationship period that they didn’t like. They had been enjoying each others company for months now with no problems. So far the relationship had been wonderful and the idea of people finding out and possibly trying to ruin it scared them a little.

No one needed to know that Reader Jacob and Xolo were in a loving and happy relationship together.

“So we meet up at Jacob’s tonight for dinner then?”

“Hell yeah babe.”

“Oh I can cook that dish you guys like this time.”

Jacob and Reader grinned while they started to kiss all over Xolo’s face.

Those reporters could think what they wanted.

Too bad they were only half right on who Reader was actually dating on the Cobra Kai set.

[gemini-sensei]

Can you do something with Keene!Reader who is Robby's twin sister. She's really cute and shy but in a giggly way if that makes sense? Robby always has her in the background away from him or anyone for that matter so not a lot of people even know they are related. She's pretty strong but doesn't like to fight unless she has to. She more so just likes to keep quiet and watch but if her twin is in trouble she's all over who ever is messing with him.

Robby Keene x Twin-Sister!Keene!Reader

This isn't exactly what you asked for but it's something and I like the way it turned out, so I hope you do to. I would love to do more of this quiet and shy but secretly strong Keene!Reader CW: slight fighting, canon lever fighting, slight hint of Hawk x Reader, mostly sibling/familial relationships, Kenny as a brother figure.

It all started at the All Valley when their dad decided to put Cobra Kai into the competition. Reader warned her brother that fighting against them was a bad idea but he didn't care, assuring her that he knew what he was doing despite not having a dojo to back him up. He was fighting solo, all alone, no one to coach him through it. He thought a couple of months of karate training at Daniel LaRusso's house was sufficient enough to do the trick. She wasn't so sure. Nevertheless, she was there to support him and cheer him on, quietly at least.

The rowdy crowd wasn't really her scene, but she suffered through the loud noise, yelling and violence to support him. That's was siblings did after all, and at the end of the day, Reader and Robby only had each other.

She wished she could say her brother won despite the odds stacked against him, especially after that idiot with the mohawk dislocated his shoulder, but he didn't. Their dad got what he wanted and Robby walked away with his head down. Things went up and down from there.

Now Reader found herself at a crossroads. She wanted to support her brother like always, but he had joined Cobra Kai after a messy fight and some manipulation from John Kreese, someone their dad Johnny swore was dead at one point. To top it off, he was living at the dojo while Reader was forced to stay with Johnny while their mom was at rehab. She wanted to support Robby, she really did, but she couldn't. She knew it was best for him to get out of Cobra Kai, but he wouldn't listen to her.

So she did what she did best, stuck her nose in a book and tried to ignore the outside world.

That didn't stop Johnny from coming around and knocking on her door. He wanted her to join the dojo he and Daniel were trying to manage together, but it was a hot mess that she wasn't going to touch. However, to get him to shut the fuck up from time to time, she let him teach her karate in the living room. They pushed the furniture out of the way so he could teach her a lesson or two, never holding back.

It was one of those afternoons she could have been spending reading, but instead found herself getting frustrated with her dad. She wasn't giving it her all yet, she was tired and bored, but he kept pushing her. Then he said the magic words.

"Hey, how about this: if you can knock me down, I'll take ya to the bookstore," he said.

She looked at him. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, now come on, give it your all."

So she put everything into sparring with him and withing two minutes, knocked him off of his feet and jabbed his chest like he'd shown her to do. It took his breath away and he winced, but that pain passed quickly as he realized what had just happened. He jumped up and yelled, "Hell yeah! That's how it's done!"

She walked past him. "I'm going to take a shower, then you'll take me to the bookstore."

"Shit, right," he said, realizing the hole he'd dug for himself.

It wasn't long after that when Robby invited her to the drive-in. He wanted to spend time with her and thought an outing with his Cobra friends was the perfect opportunity for that. She agreed but only because it was her twin. She took her new book with her though.

"Aye yo, Keene!" Kyler had yelled as they approached the group. "Who's the hottie?"

"None of your business, Park," he seethed, quick to that protective brotherly anger her harbored. Mixed with his predominate anger and he was close to punching his own teammate in the face just for calling his sister a 'hottie'. "Leave her alone, man. If I hear you so much as talk to her, I'll-"

"Robby!" Reader called him down. "Chill out..."

"I knew I shouldn't have brought you here."

"Well, it's too late for that now. I'm here, deal with it."

The other Cobras weren't as intimidating as Reader had originally thought. They weren't all bad like her dad had made them out to be, and why should she think that when he had been one of them once upon a time? The newest and sweetest of the group, Kenny, was kind and made her laugh. She was quick to think of him as a little brother. Whenever she laughed, she dropped her head and tried to keep quiet, hiding away from everyone.

When the movie started, she tried to get into it, but it really wasn't her thing. She didn't regret bringing her book, even if Kyler teased her when she pulled it out. She became a little flustered at this and decided to go get a drink to get away from him, especially when his teasing turned into weird flirting that she didn't know how to respond to.

As she was getting her drink, she noticed Kenny carrying a ton of food and drinks back to the Cobras and she wanted to help him. She turned her back to get her drink from the vendor and turned back only to see the mohawked Hawk appeared and that all the snacks were on the ground. Hawk laughed at him, which sparked that buried away anger inside of Reader.

She charged over there and shoved Hawk away from Kenny. "Get away from him!"

"Whoa! Calm down!" Hawk laughed, amused by her sudden appearance. "We were just having a little fun."

She gestured to the ground at the mess of food. "Yeah, this looks like a lot of fun. Why don't you just go back to your friends and leave him alone?"

"Look, I don't know who you think you are, but this kid is nothing but trouble so long as he's in Cobra Kai," Hawk told her.

"Funny coming from a guy that was one of them not that long ago," she told him, then turned to Kenny and put her arm around him. He'd hidden behind her and taken quick shelter from Hawk. "Let's get out of here."

"Hey, I'm not done talking to you," Hawk said, reaching for her arm. When he grabbed it, she elbowed him in the gut and flipped him over her shoulder. He hit the ground with a hard thud and stared up at her wide eyes, somewhere between his bewilderment and anger. "Whoa..."

She stepped over him without another word and looked to Kenny. "Come on, let's go get those snacks again. I'll help you carry them this time."

When she and Kenny returned to the group, Robby approached to check on her. "Hey, what was all that about?"

She shrugged. "Just Hawk being an ass like always."

"You handled that well," he said proudly. "Where'd you learn to fight like that."

She hummed, knowing he wouldn't like the answer. She knocked her shoulder into his, smiled, and told him, "From watching my brother of course."

[miguelschamp]

you are in love

pairing: miguel diaz x fem!reader

summary: miguel gets tired of you avoiding him and finally confronts you

warnings: none

a/n: it’s wild that this is my first miguel imagine considering my username lmao 😭

growing up, you always thought love was fake. your parents always pretended like they were this happy couple in front of others when in reality as soon as they got home, it went down the drain.

you associated love with constant fighting and never truly being happy. even when you were younger, you vowed to never fall in love.

so, when a boy makes his way into the valley and manages to make you fall head over heels, it scared you.

miguel was probably the most genuine person you’ve ever met. truly caring about the people around him and managing to put a smile on their faces. especially yours.

you noticed how you really felt after miguel’s accident. it sounds bad, you knew that, but it wasn’t as bad as it seemed.

you knew before that you maybe had a small crush on the boy, but seeing him laying there after falling from the second floor quite literally almost killed you.

you were a wreck waiting for updates on him and if he was going to be okay. you ran straight to the hospital when his mother let you know that he was okay and was awake.

seeing him in the hospital bed with that same smile he always gave you made you realize just how hard you had fallen.

you tried sticking around for as long as you could. you managed to stay long enough to see him get out of the hospital and start “therapy” with johnny. you were there whenever he was finally able to stand. his eyes wide as he hugged you. you didn’t know how he couldn’t feel your heart beating against him, but hugged him back just as tight. but as the days went on, miguel realized you wouldn’t come around as much.

you would come up with random excuses whenever he asked to hang out. he would see you at school and call out for you, but you would rush off.

he couldn’t figure out what he had done or said to make you avoid him. his heart would drop whenever you ignored him like you didn’t even know who he was.

a couple of weeks had passed and a lot had happened. a huge fight at sam’s house between cobra kai and the other dojos. miguel harbored a few injuries, but would recover just fine.

he sat with his friends at a small pizza joint in town. his mind elsewhere and each other them noticed. they couldn’t take it anymore.

“dude, just talk to her.” hawk sighs. miguel looks up to notice all of their eyes on him.

“what ?”

“y/n.” demetri reiterates, “talk to her. you would think someone just ran over your dog by how you’re looking right now.”

“she won’t talk to me.” miguel shrugs, “i don’t know what i did wrong.”

“well, you’ll never know if you don’t talk to her.” hawk says, “she can’t avoid you forever.”

miguel looks down as he thinks over his friends words. what they said had some truth to it. he wouldn’t be to fix whatever was wrong if you don’t talk. and you couldn’t avoid him forever.

right ?

•••

you had no idea who had just knocked on your door seeing as no one had planned to come over. both of your parents were at work leaving you alone.

you sigh as you unlock the door and swing it open. your eyes were wide and you could’ve sworn your heart stopped.

“miguel.” you mumble

“hey, y/n.” he tries giving a small smile, “look, i know i should’ve told you i was coming, but i didn’t want to you come up with an excuse to not see me.”

your heart sinks. you hadn’t realized that miguel noticed your absence. you clear your throat as you try coming with yet another excuse, “i wasn’t avoiding you. i was just-“

“you were ignoring me, y/n.” he says, “just admit it.”

you blink. you couldn’t lie anymore, “okay, fine. yeah, i- i was ignoring you.”

his eyes soften as a small frown takes over his face, “why ?” he asks softly, “did i do something ?”

“no.” you say quickly, “you didn’t do anything.”

“then did something happen ?”

“no.” you sigh. you step out onto the porch closing your door behind you, “i’ve been lying to you this whole time, so i’m just gonna come out and say it.”

miguel straightens up as you look around, “okay.”

“i like you. a lot.” you blurt, “i love you actually, but i can’t.”

miguel furrows his brows, “what do you mean ?”

“because love isn’t a good thing. i see my parents who are supposed to be married and in love and all they do is yell and scream at each other. if that’s love, i don’t want to experience that.”

“y/n.” he says stepping closer, “that’s not everyone’s experience and it doesn’t have to be yours. love is a beautiful thing when it’s done right.”

“well, i don’t know what that’s like.” you say, “i felt myself falling for you and i got scared. i pushed you away because i thought it would be easier.”

“i don’t want you to push me away.” he says softly. you look up at him and notice the look in his eyes. you’ve never seen it before.

which was unfortunate because it had been there the whole time.

“what am i supposed to do, miguel ?” you shrug, “just be in love with my best friend ?”

miguel smiles, “well, yeah because i’m in love with you, too.” he chuckles as your eyes grow wide, “what ?”

“you just assumed that i didn’t feel the same way about you.” he says

“i didn’t..” you trail off, “i’m sorry.”

“don’t be.” he says shaking his head. “maybe you can make it up to me.”

you nod, “yeah, absolutely. what is it ?”

you watch as he becomes nervous under your gaze. his next words so soft you almost don’t hear them, “let me kiss you.”

you blink rapidly as his words repeat in your head. you were going crazy. he didn’t just say that. did he ?

miguel takes your silence as a rejection. his cheeks growing hot as he stumbles over his words, “you don’t have to. i’m sorry.”

you finally snap out of it as you hear him apologize profusely. you lean up and kiss him. miguel stumbles back a little before catching himself and wrapping his arms around your waist.

your hands go to his cheeks as you let out a sigh. as you pull away, miguel looks down at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes.

if he always looked at you like this, maybe you could get used to being in love.

[cades-outsider]

Robby Keene X Reader

Warnings: None, it’s mainly just fluff! This is S3 because I am IN LOVE with S3 Robby!

Side Note: I am not stopping the Cobra Kai writings! I am going to be focusing on Milo Manheim characters as well, so if you like any of his characters, send in requests! I have a special Ryan Baker smut coming up! 😩🤚

Your heart raced as you walked down the halls of the juvenile detention center in which they were holding Robby, a guard escorting you to your destination. Going through two big white double doors, catching the attention of a bunch of juvie inmates.

A bunch of squared silver chairs and tables came into view, but it seemed as if time had stopped once you spotted Robby, his hands covering his mouth anxiously waiting. Bobby, one of Johnny's best friends sat beside him. He was the one who was able to get you in to see Robby so soon, apparently you weren't old enough to visit him by yourself. Which you thought was stupid.

With every walk towards Robby your body was shaking, you were nervous. Not because of what happened that led him in here, but because of how he would react to you wanting to see him.

Bobby's head perked up as he seen you, he waved you over with a soft smile causing Robby to turn around. His lips parted as he was in shock, surprised that you actually showed. But more importantly shocked that you actually wanted to see him after what happened.

Robby stood up slowly as you walked closer to him, you couldn't hug because of the no touching rule. But you wanted to, and by his reaction you knew he wanted to as well.

You smiled at Bobby as he led you to take a seat beside him, Robby turned back around and took his seat, lips still parted, too shocked to speak.

Bobby looked back and forth at you both awkwardly for a moment before pointing behind him "I'll let you guys.... catch up" He spoke before walking away.

"You're- you're here...." Robby said lowly, as if in disbelief. He wouldn't have blamed you for not coming.

"I'm always here for you Robby..." You placed your elbows on the silver table, resting your chin on your hand.

Your eyes couldn't escape his, you had missed him so much and you didn't want to look away. The slightest smile fell across Robby's lips as he cleared his throat.

"So... what have you been up too?" He questions, wanting to know if you've been okay.

"Missing you" You crack a smile with your answer.

Robby let's out a small chuckle, with a side smile "besides that..." He jokes lightly.

You sigh, pretending to think "nothing too interesting, everything's pretty much been quiet" Your tone changes with every word you speak. It's as if Robby sensed your emotions, he raised his eyebrows and looked down slightly, disappointed with himself.

"Is... is Miguel okay?" Robby questions nervously, bitting his fingernail as he looks up at you. Almost not wanting to know the answer to that question.

"He's okay Robby, he's healing" You tell him sincerely.

You could see the pure guilt written on his face, the regret. "Hey..." You grab his hand that was laying on the table, completely disregarding the rules.

"I don't blame you for any of it... I know you would take it all back in a heart beat if you could, but it'll be okay..." You said lovingly. But you also didn't quite know what to say, you hoped he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

Robby's eyes bore into yours, you start rethinking your words for a moment until he nods his head, closing his eyes. A small tear rolling down his cheek.

Your hand finds its way to his right cheek, wiping the tear away gently. Your thumb runs over the purple and red bruise that lied there.

"What happened...?" You basically whisper.

"Just a couple of guys. No big deal" He tries to speak as convincing as possible, you could tell there was more to it but you decide not to push him further.

"I miss you Robby... a lot" You say, placing both of your hands on top of his free hand.

"I miss you too..." Robby says, his side smile starting to show.

Soon your sincere moment is broken up by Bobby placing his hand on your shoulder letting you know that your time was up. You nod letting him know you got the message, before turning back to Robby.

"I don't know when or if I'll be able to come back and visit you, but I'll be here to pick you up when you get out" You say, a small smile falling across your lips.

Robby nods his head in understanding, his heart leaping at such a promise. Though apart of him didn't expect you to keep it. Bobby and some of the guards lead you out of the waiting room, your eyes stayed glued to his as much as they could. You could feel Robby’s stare on you, and you knew that his eyes were still trained on the metal doors even when you were out of his sight.

*THREE MONTHS LATER*

Pulling up your car into one of the driveways at the detention center you spot both Daniel LaRusso and Johnny Lawrence at the doors, bickering. Daniel was your dad and Johnny was Robby's dad. You let out a sigh as you step out of your car, leaning on the side of it. You watched as Johnny and Daniel kept yelling at eachother.

"So you got it all under control?" Daniel interrogates.

"Yeah, I do." Johnny nods his head.

"Just like you had Kreese under control? Right?-" Daniel pauses. "-what did you think would happen when you summoned that devil back to earth?" He finishes, almost as if it was a rhetorical question.

"Kreese is my problem" Johnny states, tilting his head up.

"Not anymore. He's made it crystal clear that he's everyone's problem... as usual I'm gonna have to be the one that cleans up your mess" Daniel sighs.

"I clean up my own messes.... and I'm dealing with it" Johnny says louder, walking up to Daniel.

"Yeah and how exactly are you dealing with it? What are you gonna do, barge in there and beat him up. That worked real well with the guys at the chop-shop" Daniel smart mouths, using his hands as references.

"Those guys deserved it..." Johnny says.

"That's your problem Johnny..." Daniel starts, but before he could finish you drown them out, rolling your eyes at their antics, they acted like they were teenagers all over again.

"Seriously?" You hear a familiar voice interrupt the two kids.

You perk up leaning off your car and getting a good look at Robby, "Robby..." Daniel says, turning to look at him.

"Hey Robby" Johnny says as Robby takes a few steps closer to try and pass them, not yet spotting you.

Robby looks at Johnny "I told you i don't want you here." He says nodding his head upwards as if pointing to Johnny.

"You're my son, I wanted to be here" Johnny says 'as a matter of fact'.

"and so did I..." Daniel speaks up.

Robby turns to look at his and squints his eyes "Don't do me any favors, it's your fault I was in here" He blames.

"Listen I know you're upset but I was doing what was best for you...-" Daniel starts as Robby rolls his eyes, looking away "now that you're here I want you to know you'll always have a home at Miyagi Do." Daniel says sincerely.

Johnny steps up demandingly "you're with me." He says.

Robby looks back and forth at the two of them, pursing his lips, an angry expression on his face "both of you. Stay out of my life" He says before walking off.

He stops in his tracks as he makes eye contact with you, both Daniel and Johnny stop their staring contest with each other and turn towards you, just now noticing your presence. "Y/n? What the hell are you doing here?!" Daniel yells from afar.

"I came to pick up my boyfriend" You say as if it was a stupid question to ask. You see Robby let out a small side smile as you make eye contact with him once again, you smile and nod your head to your car. "You coming?" You question, a small smile placed on your face.

Robby nods his head as he walks over to the passengers side and takes his seat, you doing the same in the drivers side. You pass by Johnny and Daniel, both of them looking baffled. Daniel had a look of defeat and annoyance on his face, while Johnny’s face held a grin. He always liked you, despite your dads and his rivalry.

You make it down the road before looking over at Robby, "Thanks for coming Y/n..." He says as he sinks back in his seat.

"Of course babe, I wasn't gonna miss coming to get you" You smile, turning on a green light.

You look over for just a split second to catch Robby's side smile, "you hungry?" You question, looking back at him on a red light. "I could eat" He replies before resting his arm against the door, looking out the window.

You decided not to rush him into talking. You didn't want to overwhelm him, especially after what just happened moments before. Instead, you drove to In-n-Out.

You decided to drive to Miyagi Do, you knew nobody would be there at this time of day and you wanted a place to eat and talk alone with Robby. You parked your car horizontal to the dojo. You handed Robby his food and ate in silence for the first few minutes.

After Robby finished his food you decided to wrap the rest of yours up and put it back in the paper bag. You could feel Robby practically staring daggers into your head.

"Why did you come?" He finally spoke up.

You look up at him confused by his question, "what do you mean Robby?" You asked, furrowing your brows.

"That day, with Bobby. Why did you come?" He clarifies.

"Because I love you Robby" You state, staring into his eyes that are scrunched up in confusion.

"Did you not want me to come...?" You couldn't help but ask.

"It's not that, I just... no one's ever showed up for me like that and I just wanted to know why.... especially after what I did" Robby says, breaking eye contact to look at the floorboard.

"Robby... what happened was horrible, but I'm always going to be in your corner. I'm always going to be there for you" You say, as Robby feels his heart skip a beat.

He finally manages to look you back in your eyes and when you get to see his face, his eyes are filled with tears that won't stop rushing down. The small bags under his eyes are slightly red, as he finally reveals his vulnerable self to you.

"I need you Y/n" He cries, and you take that as your sign to unbuckle your seat and place yourself in Robby's lap.

His hands hold onto your waist for dear life as he looks up, and into your eyes. You place your right hand against his face, rubbing your thumb back and forth on his soft skin.

Your legs wrap firmly around Robby's waist as you place your lips on his. His lips fight with yours as his tears fall against both of your lips, it becomes messy and filled with love.

Robby pulls away to lean his forehead against yours, both his hands now holding onto the sides of your face only for his lips to be back on yours "I love you" he mumbles against your lips.

"I love you Robby" Your voice comes out as a whisper against his lips.

You pull away from his lips, your eyes gazing over every inch of his face, Robby's eyes are still closed as another tear rolls down his face. You take that as your sign to tightly embrace him in a hug.

His arms wrap firmly around your waist, hands resting on your back as he lets his head fall onto your shoulder, his body starts shaking as he starts crying harder, holding onto you for dear life.

  You stay like that for a while, until his breathing calms down and his tears fade away. Still on his lap, you pull away from the hug while his hands drop down to your waist.

  Robby's glossy eyes meet yours "I have something for you" You say before lightly placing your lips on his for a brief moment before getting off his lap and returning back to the drivers seat.

  You don't give him a chance to speak before you're already driving away from Miyagi Do. A little while later you pull up to his old apartment building.

  Robby looks at the building and back to you with a confused look on his face as you park the car. "Come on, it's just in here" You give him a small, innocent smile.

  You both get out the car, grabbing Robby's hand you walk into the complex and in the elevator to his apartment door. You grab the keys out of your back pocket and unlock the door, letting Robby in first.

  "Y/n what is this?" Robby questions looking around the apartment, as he noticed how clean and kept up it looked.

  "Well... while you were in juvie I decided to fix it up for you, I got permission from your mom and everything's taken care of, the fridge is full of food and the rents payed off for a while, so you don't have to worry about anything" You explain while you close the apartment door. You knew your dad, Daniel, would have some words to say about it, but you didn’t care, Robby needed someone, he needed you.

  Robby takes in every detail of the apartment until you're his main focus, your nerves start to take over as he walks up to you. He brings his hand to your cheek, his thumb moves back and forth in slow motions. His eyes move back and forth to yours and your lips.

  He's lost for words, but he manages to speak "you didn't have to do this, I could've figured something out on my own..." Robby says. Every part of him wanted to reject the offer, fearing it was out of pity but he knew by the sweetness in your voice that you truly just wanted to be there for him. Help him.

  "I know, but now you don't have to worry about that" You give him a small smile as you speak.

You don't give him the chance to say anything before you speak again "I want to help you Robby, not because of pity or feeling like I have too, but because I love you an-" Your sentence is cut off by Robby's lips on yours.

Both of his hands are now grasping your face, his lips move against yours with so much love and compassion as he pushes you up against the door. Your right hand goes to his shoulder as your left hand rests on his jaw.

You both make out for a while, it wasn’t any regular heated make out. No…. It was filled with love, warmth, and desperation. This was Robby’s way of saying thank you. You didn’t know what would happen in the future, or where this teenage love would lead you both, but you were more than willing to love him with every fiber in your body.

You were willing to be there for him.

[justauthoring]

Shadow of Yourself [1/18]

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

A/N: Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list :) And please let me know what you think of this first part! Based off of: Cobra Kai 01x01, 01x02 and 01x03 Warnings: bullying, swearing, mentions of SA, etc. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

Disclaimer: This is inspired by @loveronlineee​ ‘s Hawk x reader rewrite series. The first part is very similar to theirs -- we’ve had a conversation and they’re aware :) Parts from now on will be different!

WELCOME TO THE LOSERS:

“Well, Y/N. Don’t you just look happy.”

Sending Demetri a glare, you let your lunch tray fall to the table with a loud clatter, falling into your seat with a huff. You can feel both Demetri and Eli’s, whose sat next to you, gaze on you as settle into your seat.

Letting out a huff, you meet their gaze. “Guess who I ran into on my way here?”

“Hmm, let me guess,” Demetri pretends to pause in thought, pressing a hand to his chin. “Yasmine?”

Snapping your fingers at him, you roll your eyes. “Bingo.”

“Are you okay?”

Eli’s voice is in a much softer tone compared to Demetri’s, pulling your gaze on him as he stares at you with a mixture of concern and sadly, a lack of surprise. You can’t blame him, or even really Demetri’s response — the fact of the matter was it wasn’t surprising.

At all.

“I’m fine,” you shrug, moving to cross your arms over your chest. “She just had a few choice words about my appearance today, that’s all.”

Although you try to say it with an edge of nonchalance, brushing off their concern — both Eli and Demetri can see the way you curl into yourself, arms wrapping tighter around your body in an effort to try and cover yourself more. You were deeply regretting letting your small bout of confidence this morning convince you to wear something different to your normal every day attire. Something a little more risky, something a little more like what Yasmine would wear.

Any confidence you had had been quickly shattered the second you ran into Yasmine.

“Well, I-I think you look great.”

No matter how softly fumbled his words are, Eli’s compliment doesn’t fail to make your heart flutter in response and a warmth grow to your cheeks. You suddenly feel ten times better than you had seconds prior, a feat only Eli was ever able to accomplish when it came to Yasmine. The smile that curls onto your lips is contagious, but you find yourself fumbling for a response back, your embarrassment growing at the rather unimpressed look Demetri is sending both your ways.

“Is it cool if I sit here?”

You’re thankful for the interruption in more ways then one, blinking in surprise as you turn to look at the unfamiliar voice only to see a kid you don’t recognize.

“Ooh,” Demetri whistles, answering before you can get a word in otherwise. “Sorry, table’s really blowing up right now. I can put you on the wait list, but it’s probably next semester at the earliest.”

The new kid just shakes his head, obviously believing Demetri’s sarcasm, moving to walk away. “Okay.”

“Wait,” you call out, voice rushing out quickly before he can get too far. “He’s kidding,” you quickly explain, sending a small smile when the new kid meets your gaze. “Please sit,” you gesture before yourself. “Sometimes, Demetri just doesn’t know when to not be sarcastic.”

You send another glare Demetri’s way, but he’s hardly phased, shrugging his shoulders. “Hey, I bring the entertainment to this table.”

Rolling your eyes, you turn back to the new kid. “My names Y/N.”

“Miguel,” he nods back.

“I’m Demetri, like she said,” Demetri offers, before gesturing to Eli. “This is Eli.” In response, he just offers a small nod. “He’s a man of few words.”

Eli looks down at his hands at that, a action you notice out of the corner of your eye. Frowning, you quickly move to nudge him, sending him a small smile, one he moves to reciprocate, before something catches his eye.

Following his gaze, you frown at the sight of Yasmine.

Instantly, you curl back into yourself, desperately trying to avoid the girls gaze as she walks right past, not even batting you, or the rest of your friends, a single glance. Still, her words from earlier come back to slap you in the face, and you’re quick to curl back into yourself, nails digging into the back of your shirt.

You don’t notice Eli’s gaze on you.

“Dude,” Demetri calls out, causing you to blink. “Don’t torture yourself. Those are the rich girls.”

Miguel seems in a trance, blinking himself out of his stupor; “do you ever talk to them or...”

Instantly, you can feel Demetri’s sarcasm.

“Oh yeah! All the time. We hang out after school, make out, give each other hand jobs.” You watch as Demetri gestures to Eli, the latter in response laughing quietly to himself. “Eli here is the homecoming king. Gets laid more than anyone. Isn’t that right, Eli?”

“Okay, okay,” you huff lightly, rolling your eyes at Demetri but even you can’t stop the smile on your lips at his words. “I think Miguel gets the point.”

Demetri shakes his head, continuing; “talk to them? You realize what table you’re sitting at, right? You’ve pretty much signed away all hopes of losing your virginity before college.”

As Demetri finishes talking, you feel Eli tense up beside you. Glancing over at him with a frown, your shoulders fall in realization once you see what he has.

“Oh shit, Yasmine’s looking at us.” He fiddles with his fingers, leaning into himself. “Probably just making fun of me.”

“I don’t think she’s making fun of you,” Miguel argues, shaking his head. “I mean, just because they’re hot doesn’t mean they’re mean.”

“Maybe,” Eli shrugs, ignoring the disbelieving look Demetri sends him. “I mean, Y/N’s nice.”

You blink at his words, suddenly feeling all three boys’ gaze on you as your lips part in surprise. Specifically, you can’t seem to take your eyes off of Eli as he smile softly at you -- you’re not even sure he completely understand exactly what he just said to you. But then again, Eli said a lot of things to cheer you up and they never really meant anything before.

Not in the way you hoped anyway.

“See?” Miguel agrees, sending you a bright smile. “Eli gets it.”

“Well, I don’t care if Yasmine is the meanest girl at school. I’d kill all three of you just to get her to spit in my face.”

Scrunching your face up, you turn to Demetri; “that’s disgusting.”

“Yet,” he pauses, “true.”

“If you don’t make a move, though, you’ll never have a shot,” Miguel cuts in, shaking his head at Demetri.

“True,” Demetri points at Miguel, “but I’ll also never suffer a humiliating rejection. I’m at peace with my depression, the last thing I need to be is suicidal.”

Miguel falls silent at that, and just as you move to finally take a bit out of your lunch, you freeze when you feel a pair of eyes on you. It’s no doubt Yasmine, but still you turn your head over your shoulder nonetheless, a deep frown marring your lips as she meets your gaze. The look on his face is nothing short of cruel as he blatantly laughs at you, sending you a feigned pout of pity.

A little past her, you see one of the boys that frequently sit at her table eyeing you as well. Particularly, your chest.

Yup, you really shouldn’t have listened to yourself this morning.

“Did--Did you want my sweater?”

Blinking at Eli’s words, you turn back around to face him, eyes widening.

“What?” Then, you see him gesturing to his sweater, the words finally settling in. “Oh, no, that’s okay, Eli. Thank you though--”

But he’s already pulling off his sweater before you finish speaking, your lips parting as you watch him simply hand it over to you with a gentle smile. It takes you a second before you accept it — not feeling the pair of eyes watching you — smiling brightly at Eli.

“Thank you, Eli. I was getting a little cold.”

The both of you know that’s not it, but neither of you say anything as you let the sweater fall over your body, pulling your arms through the sleeves, feeling a bit better at being a little more covered.

And, of course, getting to wear Eli’s sweater.

Neither of you notice the matching pair of blushes on either of your cheeks -- in fact, the only one who does is Demetri, who simply rolls his eyes at the both of yours obliviousness.

Then, suddenly, Miguel’s standing up, slow and as if in a daze.

“Uh, what’re you doing?”

“Striking first.”

“Oh, shit.” Demetri huffs, “hope we don’t get hit with the shrapnel.”

Rolling your eyes, you watch Miguel with a smile. “I kind of admire it,” you shrug, “his confidence.”

“And yours this morning seemed to work so well for you.”

Frowning at Demetri’s words, you glance down at your lap.

In the next second, the chair Miguel had been sat in not seconds prior is pulled back out, Miguel falling into it with a huff a second later.

“So,” Demetri calls after a moment, “how’d it go?”

Miguel just nods, not needing to say anything.

“Well,” you offer after a moment, “I thought it was brave.”

Miguel turns to you with a bright smile, surprised by your words as you send him a thumbs up.

“Y/N.”

Feeling a nudge at your side, you turn to Eli with a quirked brow.

“Remember?”

That’s all he needs to say for it to click, “oh, shit! Our project!” Turning to Demetri and Miguel, you send an apologetic glance the latter’s way. “Sorry, Eli and I have to finish up our project that’s due next period. Final touches. It was nice meeting you though, Miguel.”

You’re moving to a stand, Eli following after you quickly as Miguel sends you a wave.

Once the two of you are out of the lunchroom, Miguel turns to Demetri.

“Are those two--”

“Dating?” Demetri cuts in, rolling his eyes. “No. However, deeply in love with each other and too afraid to admit it? Yes, most definitely.”

Miguel nods, slowly at first. “How long have they been like that?”

“Since the first day Y/N stood up for Eli, which in turn turned her into one of us.” Demetri shrugs, “I believe that was… middle school? I’ve known Eli since elementary and Y/N was the first person who ever stood up for him. He’s been in love with her since then.”

“And Y/N?”

Demetri pauses, face scrunching up in thought. “I dunno. One day, she came into school and it was like Eli was a whole new person to her. She won’t tell me, though. Won’t even admit it.”

Miguel frowns, head titling in confusion. “But it’s so…—“

“—obvious?”

“Yeah.”

“Trust me,” Demetri sighs, “I’ve been trying to tell both of them that for years.”

-

“Cyberbullying is no laughing matter.”

“Oh no,” you mumble, voice barely a whisper.

You feel Eli tense next to you, Miguel and Demetri sending you a look of confusion as all of four of focus on the student councillor. She’s made herself known at the front of the lunchroom, microphone in hand for added effect.

By the look on Eli’s face, you have a feeling you know where this is going.

“Sending a cruel message to someone online can be just as hurtful as saying it to their face. I’m not gonna name names, but the other day a mother called me up because her son was crying after some kids online made fun of his facial deformity.”

Not gonna name names, my ass.

Turning to Eli, you frown at the look on his face.

“It’s the kid right there,” you hear someone whisper nearby, gesturing to Eli.

“It’s the kid with the weird lip!”

Eli quickly moves to cover his lip, eyes trained downwards as he tries to hide himself with no avail. It’s pretty obvious everyone’s eyes are on him.

Setting a hand on his shoulder, you shake your head; “just ignore them,” you whisper. But you know that’s easier said then done.

“But today, our goal here is to make this school a safe space for all students—“

“You know,” Miguel cuts in, pulling your attention away from the teacher as he leans over to Eli. “If you’re sick of getting bullied, my karate dojos looking for recruits.”

You lips purse in thought, and one glance at Eli tells you he’s maybe considering it.

Of course, Demetri thinks otherwise. “Yeah, right. You hear that, Eli? A little karate training,” he makes some hand movements, a poor mocking of the sport. “And you’re gonna kick some major ass.”

“I’m serious, Demetri,” Miguel argues, leaning forward in his seat. “My sensei’s the real deal. I’m sure I could get you all discounts.”

“As enticing as that sounds, I think we’d rather spend our afternoons playing Crucible Control than getting hit in the face.”

“I dunno,” you shrug, leaning forward with a smile. “It might be worth checking out.”

“Really?” Miguel’s eyes widen, leaning towards you. “You’ll sign up for it then?”

You pause slightly, faltering. “I… more meant,” and slowly your eyes shift towards the boy sat next to you. “Eli?” And when his eyes fall on you, Miguel turns to him excitedly, looking entirely too hopeful. “It might be fun, yeah?”

Eli doesn’t say anything, not really; just a single glance to you and then back at Miguel, before shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh, and one more thing.” The teachers voice cuts back in, “while we’re all looking forward to the Halloween dance, let’s make sure our costumers are cultural sensitive. For example, instead of ‘sexy nurse’, maybe try ‘gender-neutral hospital employee’.”

Body tensing at her words, you bite your lip.

“Y/N?” Miguel calls out, surprising you as you turn to him. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, oh, yeah,” you smile, though it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay. I just realized though, that I um… I have to go.”

You push yourself to a stand, grabbing your backpack with haste.

You’re walking away and out of the lunchroom before any of the boys can stop you.

“What was that all about?”

And as both pair of eyes fall on Eli, he just shrugs.

“I don’t know either.”

-

“Y/N! Y/N! Wait up!”

Pausing at the sound of Miguel’s voice, you’re oddly surprised at the sight of him running up to you, looking as if he’d left the cafeteria in a flurry of panic.

“Um, Miguel?” You call out, baffled as your brows furrow at him.

He falls to a stop in front of you, slightly breathless as he presses his palms to his knees. You watch as he catches his breath, slowly turning his head up to glance at you. “Are you, uh… are you okay?”

You blink, glancing past him at the doors to the lunchroom before back at him. “You ran all the way here just to ask if I’m okay?”

“Well, yeah,” he shrugs, “you looked really upset when you left.”

“Oh.” You mumble it out, shocked at his sweetness and care to check up on you — someone he’s really only just met. “Yeah,” you smile lightly, though it doesn’t meet your eyes. “I just… it’s just this Halloween dance.”

“You don’t wanna go?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just…” Pausing, you shake your head. You don’t know what you’re just dumping all of your troubles onto Miguel when you’ve barely even told Eli or Demetri any of this. “I don’t know, just nervous. I want something to happen, but I’m scared it won’t go the way I want.”

Miguel smiles brightly, a twinkle in his gaze as he laughs. “You want Eli to ask you to dance, yeah?”

Blinking, you jerk your head back. “How’d you know?”

He just laughs; “it’s clear that you two like each other, and I mean, Demetri has definitely complained about his troubles as a third wheel.”

Letting out a snort, you roll your eyes; “that doesn’t surprise me.”

“I meant what I said though,” Miguel assures, “I know Eli likes you too.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you shrug. “I’m not sure. He’s really sweet and kind, and there’s times where I think ‘maybe he does like me’, but then nothing ever happens.” You explain, meeting Miguel’s gaze with a frown. “I’m just tired of getting my hopes up.”

Miguel just beams down at you, setting a hand on your shoulder while giving you a thumbs up. “Don’t worry, tonight is the night he’ll make a move. I’m sure of it.”

Quirking a brow, you mimic his smile. It’s impossible not to — Miguel just has this way about him that makes you trust him inexplicably. Because the truth is, there’s no way he can guarantee something like that and yet, you want to believe him. You barely know the boy, but you feel like you can tell him anything, and he’d listen.

“Yeah, you think so?”

“I know so.”

“Well,” you shrug, laughing. “I’ll believe in you then.”

-

“Hey, you!”

Jumping at the random, booming voice, you tense in surprise as you spin around, only to see a full grown man rushing towards you. And not one you recognize as a teacher.

You’d been hesitating on walking into the gym, feeing slightly uncomfortable with the costume you’d chosen for the night. You’d gone with something a little more risky, and last time you had, it had gone anything but well.

However, you were hoping to impress Eli tonight.

“Um, hello?”

He’s slightly out of breath as he reaches you, and you’re mildly unsure of what he wants with you until suddenly there’s a piece of orange paper being shoved in your face.

“Cobra… Kai?”

“It’s my dojo,” he explains, “you should join it. Girls can be badass too. I don’t discriminate.”

Utterly baffled and confused, any previous anxiousness was out the window as you turned back to the guy.

“Thank… you? I guess?”

“Of course, of course,” sending you a ‘rock on’ with his hand, he begins to back up. “Don’t forget to check out the website, it’s—it’s on the paper!”

You don’t say anything else, simply watching him walk away as he slowly shuffles back on his feet before you slowly turn towards the doors to the gymnasium. That was… certainly interesting.

Once you’re inside, it doesn’t take long for you to spot your friends. They’re tucked away in a corner like you expected, and it’s not hard to spot Demetri in his full necromancy get-up that he’d been raving to you about for the past few days leading up.

“Look, there she is!”

Reaching them, you try to ignore the flutter of butterflies — you were shy at the worst of times, and having been trying to push yourself out of your own boundaries recently had been anything but easy. The only reason you hadn’t stopped after Yasmine made fun of you the first time was because Eli had thought you looked great and… well, you wanted Eli to think you looked great tonight too.

Beautiful even.

“Y/N, you—…”

It’s Eli who speaks first once the three boys have gotten a good look at you. Your heart starts to race as anticipation floods you, hoping desperately he’ll say the words you were waiting for.

But then a second pauses by, and it’s starting to get awkward; your smile faltering when you realize he isn’t going to say anything.

“—great!”

It’s Miguel who cuts in, pulling your eyes on him as he grins brightly at you. “Seriously! Best costume out of the four of us for sure.”

It’s not Eli, but the words are sweet enough and you can’t help but smile softly at Miguel — even if you can’t help but feel slightly disappointed. Plus, you know Miguel’s just trying to make you feel better and honestly, it kind of does.

“I thought mine was pretty good,” Demetri mumbles, mainly to himself.

“I mean… dude,” Miguel cuts in, gesturing to you, “she’s Princess Leia…”

Feeling your cheeks warm, you laugh at Miguel’s words, missing the look Eli sends him as you shake your head.

“Oh yeah, Miguel. I think your Sensei’s handing out flyers here at school.”

His head tilts, brows furrowing in confusion.

“Cobra Kai, right?” You ask, handing him the flyer, “he flagged me down before I came in. He was… um, interesting.” You offer lamely, not sure how else to describe the rather strange man.

Miguel looks mildly embarrassed, reading the flyer with a slight flush to his cheeks before smiling at you.

“The offers still there, ya know. To all of you,” he turns to look at Eli and Demetri too.

“Yes, well as much as I love talking about karate — please notice the sarcasm — why don’t we all grab something to drink?”

Figuring this was your chance, you were quick to speak up. “Oh well, I kind of wanted to dance.” You offer, eyes flitting from Demetri to Miguel, before settling on Eli, trying to not look to hopeful as you brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “If—if someone wanted to dance with me.”

It’s clear you mean Eli.

Miguel and Demetri glance at each other, pausing, waiting with anticipation for Eli to take the offer you’d so graciously handed to him on a silver plate. All he literally had to do was say he’d like to dance with you — he didn’t even have to ask!

But as a moment passes and Eli says nothing, looking nervous as ever and a red tint to his cheeks, you think maybe you’d misread some sort of line somewhere along the way.

He looked positively embarrassed at even the thought of having to dance with you.

Swallowing back the tears that threaten to fall, you take a step back. “I’ll go grab us some drinks then,” you call out, desperately wanted to get away from both Demetri and Miguel’s pitying looks and the absolutely mortified one on Eli’s.

Once you’re gone, Demetri doesn’t hesitate; “you really are an idiot.”

Eli blinks, “what?”

“Dude,” Miguel calls, exasperated as he shakes his head. “She obviously wanted to dance with you.”

Eli’s eyes widen, “she did?”

“I swear to God.”

Ignoring Demetri, Miguel turns to Eli; “yes. She was also hoping you’d say something about her costume.” Miguel shakes his head, huffing.And don’t pretend like you don’t like her, it’s pretty obvious.”

Eli’s cheeks warm and he shuffles on his feet, shaking his head, “yeah, but I mean… I highly doubt she’d actually want to dance with me.”

“Dude, we’re you just not present two minutes prior?” Demetri calls out, exhausted at his friends clear obviousness to your more than obvious feelings for him.

Eli just stares back.

“Look, there’s still a chance,” Miguel calls out hopeful. “Just go ask her now, I’m sure—“

But as the three turn in the direction you’d gone, they’re shocked to see a bit next to you, a hand on your arm as you laugh at something he says, the drinks you’d gotten them left forgotten on the table behind you.

Then, in the next second, he’s extending his hand out towards you and you’re letting your own fall in his, moving towards the dance floor.

“Well…” Demetri calls out after a moment of echoed silence, turning back to Eli whose since pulled back. There’s a upset look in his eyes but he turns away before either Miguel or Demetri can say anything.

-

“Here.”

Biting your lip, you reluctantly follow behind the boy, Adam, who’d asked you to dance. At first you’d been hesitant, but then one glance back at Eli and watching as he adamantly shook his head — assuming it had something to do with you — you realized, why not?

You deserved to have some fun, even if it wasn’t with the boy you wanted.

And it had been fun — at first — but now he was leading you out of the gym and through the rather secluded halls and you were starting to get a bad feeling about what he really intended.

“This rooms empty.”

“Um, I don’t—“

You’re yanked into the room before you can finished speaking, feeling the door slam shut behind you as you’re pressed against it. Your chest tightens in fear, feeling sweat build on your forehead as you realized you should’ve listen to your own instincts better.

Feeling his hands slide onto your hips, you tense.

“Uh, I don’t think—”

“Shh, it’s okay, right?” Adam calls out, voice husked as he presses his lips to your ear. “I mean, you like this sort of stuff, don’t you?”

Baffled by his words, you press the palms of your hands against his chest, pulling away from his with wide eyes. “What’re you talking about?” You huff, shaking your head as you try to create as much distance between the two of you as possible.

“What are you talking about?” He laughs obnoxiously, making you feel ten times smaller then you actually are. “Don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“Everybody says you like to act like a prude, so I guess it makes sense.” Smirking, Adam pulls your hands off of him, moving to grip your waist with a tight squeeze. But as you continue to stare at him bewildered, he just rolls his eyes. “You know? I heard a few of my buddy’s say you’ve already given them a blowjob. I figured I had to see what all the fuss was about.”

“What?”

Finally coming to your senses, you harshly shove him off of you, feeling your eyes water at his words.

“Okay, Jesus,” he huffs, holding his hands up. “Don’t have to be such a bitch.”

You’re turning away before he can say anything more, rushing out of the room as the tears start to well in your eyes. You couldn’t believe what he was saying — you’ve… you’ve never even kissed a guy before…

How could those rumours have started? How—

Then it clicks. Yasmine.

“Man, I heard you were one but I didn’t realize you’d starting dressing like a slut too.”

It makes sense now why she’d said that to you yesterday. She’s always had a particular hatred for you, teasing you day in and day out — you just never thought it’d go that far…

Feeling a sob break past your lips, you realize you should’ve just stayed home tonight. Nothing had gone the way you wanted and now—

“Y/N?”

Freezing at the sound of Eli’s voice, and the pair of footsteps following him, knowing it can be no other than Demetri, you pause in your step. You don’t really want them to see you crying. They were your best friends, even if Demetri could get on your nerves sometimes, you still cared for the both of them greatly.

However, they were boys and you were afraid they wouldn’t… understand.

“Are you okay?”

A hand falls on your shoulder, touch gentle but hesitant and you’re quick to turn your head the other way.

“I’m fine,” you rush out, shaking your head as you wipe hastily at your cheeks.

“No, you’re not,” Demetri calls out from the other side of you, peaking around to see you — making your attempt at hiding all but useless. “You’re clearly crying.”

Sending him a glare, you huff; “thank you for stating the obvious, Demetri.”

He pulls back, hands held up in surrender as you simply sigh, shoulders falling in defeat as you finally turn to look at Eli. He looks ten times more worried then Demetri, (though you know deep down in his ever so sarcastic heart he cares) and he’s looking down at you with such care and concern you find your resolve faltering at the look in his eyes.

“What happened?”

Biting your lip at his softly uttered question, you shrug; “nothing.”

Eli frowns, clearly knowing you’re lying. “Yasmine?”

You tense at her name and that gives it away.

Demetri sighs, and the two boys follow you as you move to take a seat at the steps before the three of you. They’re on either side of you, Eli’s shoulder brushing against your own.

“Obviously something happened.”

You turn to Demetri, shaking your head. “It’s fine. More or less the same.”

“W-Well,” Eli cuts in, unable to stop himself. “What happened to that boy you were with?”

Your whole body freezes at his question and Demetri and Eli are quick to send each other a confused glance.

“Y/N,” Eli calls, leaning forward to meet your gaze. “Did he… he do something to you?”

You’re unbelievable uncomfortable. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them, especially Eli — the two of you have leaned on each other more times then you can count when either of you were picked on. You found comfort in him, and you knew Demetri would never make fun of you because he understood.

Well, understood most of it.

“I got away before anything happened,” you shrug, bringing your knees to your chest, making a special effort to keep your dress tucked from revealing anything. “It just… startled me.”

You are careful not to mention what he said. You don’t want Eli thinking that of you.

“Do you want me to beat him up for you?”

It’s Demetri who says it, and it instantly brings a smile to your lips which you assume was the goal of his comment. Turning to him, you shake your head at the goofy look on his face, hands held out before him like he’s going to fight somebody.

“You been secretly going to Miguel’s dojo or something?” You tease, wiggling your brows.

Eli huffs next to you, “yeah, right. Demetri hates that I’m even considering it.”

You turn to Eli, letting out a giggle at the both of them, unaware of look the both of them send to each other and the smiles that curl onto their lips at their success in getting you to laugh.

Maybe they didn’t understand but, as always, you find yourself surprised at how much care either of the boys put into making sure you’re happy. Even though the night hadn’t gone how you wanted, it still felt good to know that at least you still had your friends.

And as your laughter slows, something comes to mind; “wait, where’s Miguel?”

[bartxnhood]

right here | r.k

gif not mine

| robby keene × reader

summary: after a night of celebration and a run in with the cobras, you were left frightened. you count on robby for help.

warnings: blood, swearing, broken bones, poorly written fight scenes.

a/n happy s5 of cobra kai !! loving robbys character this season. this will have spoilers so please read with caution !! also, you'd think that taking karate lessons years ago would help me when i write fighting scenes but it doesn't. so please don't judge me:(

spoilers below cut.

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the party had finally ended, hours of celebrating your victory of getting into the world's biggest karate tournament. you barely had any drinks, not one to participate in underage drinking. not really up your alley. plus, with the recent events of the rivalry, a small fight broken out.

robby had offered to take you home but you had got a text from a friend saying they wanted to hang out after the party. “are you sure? i really don’t care to take you home” he assured. you smiled, “i appreciate the offer but hannah texted, she wants to meet up” he raised his eyebrows but nodded, “alright, i’ll see you tomorrow. and text me when you get home” you laughed, giving him a quick kiss. “you got it”.

the location where your friend wanted to meet wasn’t far, so you decided to walk it. only to realize it was a complete setup.

“well, if it isn’t robby’s little pet, all alone, walking home?” you looked up from your phone, seeing them trickle in front of them and you looked over your shoulder, seeing more emerge from the darkness. slowly, you shoved your phone into your bag. “listen, i’d really like to go home. it’s late” your voice was soft, trying to be civil. it was close to midnight, you were tired and you promised robby you wouldn’t mess with them if he wasn’t there.

devon laughed, “after what you guys pulled today? no. you’ll pay for this, little miss” two pairs of arms grabbed yours, pinning you in place. “no, please!” you begged, then felt a kick to your gut.

each punch and kick after that only riled you up. finally using your strength and getting out of the hold, putting the two other cobras on the floor.

your instincts were haywire. you managed to block almost every kick and punch from devon and another from someone on your left. leaving your right side open for an attack.

instantly you felt the worst pain coming from your leg, one cobra twisted your ankle causing your leg to give out. at this point you already had a bloody nose, eyes watering and it was getting harder to focus.

you knew you were a good fighter, but against this many people? you were well aware you’d be defeated. with one last blow to your diaphragm, you were knocked back on the concrete gasping for air.

your arm reached out, trying to grab your phone. still attempting to catch your breath. in a split second, an unbearable weight came crashing on your hand, and a scream escaped your lungs. “i don’t think so, doll” tears began to fall as you shut your eyes. “next time your little group pulls something like this, you won’t leave so easily.” kennys foot was now against your throat, choking you. finally, the pressure was lifted and you coughed for air.

you didn’t stay down for long, quickly grabbing your phone and calling the one person who knew would help you.

you sat at the curb, holding your wrist staring at the deep blues and black forming on your hand. you knew it was broken, you couldn’t move it. tears fell down your nose and onto your shirt.

“y/n?!” you heard a panicked robby. looking up his eyes met with yours. his expression fell, and quickly rant by your side. “what the fuck happened?!” he examined your hand and then your face, his hands delicately held your chin. “the..cobras” you croaked. throat sore from being choked.

your eyes were red and puffy from the constant crying of feeling so scared and being in so much pain. he was gentle, taking you into his embrace. “i tried. i was so scared” you cried into his chest. “shh” he kissed the top of your head. “it’s okay, you’ll be alright. no one can hurt you now”

“can you walk?” you shook your head, using your non-injured hand to wipe your tears. “they got me pretty good.” he nodded. ever so gently he took your body into his arms, carrying you bridal style, back to sams car.

robby decided to let you stay at his place, well actually johnnys but he knew his dad wouldn’t say anything. especially now that he’s turning over a new leaf. “thank you sam” he hummed, keeping an eye on you. the bruises and welts were forming pretty fast, which only fueled his anger. “they’re not going to get away with this.” he started, “so help me if i see them-“

“robby” you cut him off, pleading eyes. he got the memo. “sorry” he cleared his throat. but it didn’t help the anger he felt inside, his chest was burning and his hands still balled in a fist.

soon enough the three of you pulled up to the apartment complex, robby carried you and sam helped with the doors. he carefully made his way through the hallway and into his room, gently placing you on the mattress. “can you get some ice? there’s some pack in the freezer” sam nodded and left the room.

“robby, i’m sorry, i didn’t know who else to call” you rested your head against the wall. he fell by your side, shaking his head.

“don’t you dare apologize for something you didn’t do. i’m your boyfriend, y/n. it’s my job to be here for you” he tried to smile, but the aight of seeing you so beat up killed him. he should’ve been there with you and known it was a setup. “i’m gonna get you some pain killers, yeah?” you nodded, letting him leave.

sam quickly came back in, a few ice packs in hand. “here” she hummed, you smiled and took the contents from her. hovering over your knuckles then slowly laying the ice down, you chewed on your bottom lip trying not to cry despite how badly it hurt. “thank you” you murmured.

“and thank you for picking me up. i know it’s late” she smiled, shaking her head.

“you know i’d do anything for you.” she looked down at her watch, “i’ve gotta head home now. but message me so i know you’re okay?” you nodded, she waved and saw herself out.

robby came back with a pill bottle, glass of water, and a wet wash rag. “this should help with the pain.” he handed you the cup and then opened the bottle and gave you some advil. you took the pills and a quick swig of water. “thank you, robby” you smiled tiredly.

he nodded, “it’s no problem. do you mind if i clean your leg?” he motioned down to your knee which has dried blood and small pieces of debris in the wound.“yeah..go ahead”.

to be honest, you were still in shock from what happened. you were thankful enough that robby is letting you stay, knowing your parents wouldn’t care if you came home or not.

robby tried his best being gentle, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. the girl he had loved the most in all his years, the one who was in his corner throughout everything. telling people he hadn’t changed or he’d come back around. you always supported him. even if it meant you got hurt as well.

it hurt, but your hand hurt worse. you could take robby to clean your knee.

“you should change” robbed said, wiping the blood on your scraped knee. “your clothes are all dirty and bloody” you were pulled from your fogged mind. “what..?” you looked at him. “you need to change. i’ll give you a pair of my shorts and shirt.” you shook your head, “robby it’s okay, really” he was quick to cut you off. “it wasn’t a request, but a demand.” you stared at him. “fine.” you shrugged, and proceeded to sit up, fighting off the pain your body felt.

“whoa, whoa. careful” he quickly put his hand on the small of your back. “i’ll grab you some clothes” he hurried over to his drawers, picking out a black shirt and shorts. “i can step out if you want me to” you nodded, “thanks” he smiled, “i’ll be right outside the door”

you managed to get the jean shorts off with your good hand and slipped the basketball shorts on. now the tricky part was getting your shirt off. wasn’t necessarily easy with a broken hand. you sighed, feeling frustrated. you called out, “robby?”

the door opened, confused as to why you were still in hood top. “everything okay?” you shook your head, “can you help me with my shirt?” he nodded, “sure”

he carefully helped you get your shirt off that had plenty of minor cuts in the fabric. this was the first time you had been this vulnerable around him. also being the first time he had seen you almost

robby pressed light kisses on your shoulder,” i’m sorry i wasn’t there for you.” his eyes roamed your back and your rib cage, seeing the bruises now forming. it pained him that this happened, and he knew that the next time he saw anyone from cobra kai, they’d pay for it. no one touches you.

you wanted to cry, but you tried your best to hold it together while slipping the black t-shirt over your head. “i should’ve stayed back. this wouldn’t have happened if i was just being cautious.” he helped you bag down on the bed. “it isn’t your fault, remember that. i promise no one will ever touch you again. okay?”

“i love you robby.” you sighed, and a smile formed on his face. “i love you too. i’ll give you some space, i’ll sleep on the sofa tonight. and i’ll wrap your hand in the morning, is that okay?”

you nodded, but suddenly the thought of being alone terrified you.

“robby?”

“hm?”

“please stay.”

he stopped in the doorway, eventually coming back and closing the door behind him. “okay” he hummed and crawled into the bed next to you. “i really don’t want to be alone.” you moved closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

“you’ll never be alone again. i’ll always be here.”

[jayswritings13]

Multi-fandom: Hello Nurse

Summary: After they get injured, you help clean them up.

Included: Robby Keene (Cobra Kai), Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom), Santana Lopez (Glee), and Moana (Disney), April O'Neil (TMNT), Moxxie and Millie (Helluva Boss)

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Robby Keene (Cobra Kai)

"This is gonna sting."

"Do it." You nodded, quickly placing the alcohol soaked rag on Robby's cheek, hesitating when he winced in pain.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" Robby tried to grin, but even that couldn't hide the pain in his eyes. "You didn't do this."

"I know, but still," You shrugged, "I don't like seeing you like this."

Silence.

"While we're on that subject, who di-"

"It was no one important." He said. "I was training with Mr. LaRusso and Sam."

"Okay," you said, "must've been one tough training for the great Robby to get injured."

"I don't know about 'great'."

"I do." You said, placing a bandaid over the cut on his cheek, "so keep the rough shit for the mat and not training."

Santana Lopez (Glee)

"I told you," Santana rolled her eyes, "I'm fine."

"I'll believe that when you stop bleeding, San." You spat back, pressing the damp towel to her forehead.

"Oh, please," Santana scoffed, "You should see the other guy."

"Stay still. You're dripping all over the floor."

"Good, then maybe that little gremlin will face some consequences."

"What happened?"

"Just a little rumor that needed to be squashed and a huge ego that got brought to size." She shrugged, though you caught the small smirk edging the corner of her lips. "Just the regular stuff."

"And that led to you bleeding."

"I was getting there," Santana said, "Anyway, she didn't take it well and went at me." She paused, grinning, "But, you know me...."

"I do." You laughed, slipping your hand into hers, "I know you pretty well."

Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

"Just because you're half ghost, doesn't make you invincible, Danny!"

"Ow!" He grimaced as you tightened your grip on his arm. "Some nurse you are." He grumbled.

"I mean, what the fuck?!" You continued, ignoring his comment and wrapping more gauze around his arm. "Were you trying to get yourself killed? I know that Vlad is your uncle and all-"

"That doesn't mean anything. Things just went too far."

"You got too cocky," You paused, dropping your grip on his arm, "is what I think you meant to say."

"I'm okay, FYI."

"This time, Danny!" You sighed, "This time you are." You dropped his arm, sitting down next to him. "What about next time? Or the time after that?"

"I've gotten myself out of things like these before and I continously will," Danny said, "Or, well, as long as I have you by my side, I will."

"That was so cheesy."

"But, it worked, didn't it?"

"Shut up," you laughed, "and just be more careful."

Moana (Disney)

"Please don't tell my dad," Moana muttered against your shoulder as you helped her over to the sand, helping her sit down.

"Please, right now that's the least of my worries," You said, kneeling in front of her red and swollen ankle. "How do you think that he's not gonna notice this?"

"It's not that noticeable."

"Really?" You scoffed, "You can barely walk on it, Moana. I'm sure that if he doesn't notice, you're mom will."

"Just..." Moana sighed, "Please don't tell him. Please." She gripped your hand, taking your attention off of her ankle. "I don't need another lecture from him."

"You hurt your ankle walking through the village with me this morning."

"What?"

"You're gonna need a cover." You said, "He means well, but I know what you mean."

"Thank you." Moana winced, as you wrapped her ankle.

"Just be careful out there. For me please."

"Of course." Moana smiled, "Now, help me up."

April O'Neil (TMNT)

"It's just a scratch."

"Just a scratch. You're bleeding on my couch, April." You said, handing April a tissue, while you pulled the first aid kit closer to you.

"I'm fine." April said, holding the tissue to her cheek. "It barely gazed me."

"It- Grazed?" You shuttered, shocked. "Were you in the alley fighting with Jones?"

"It's called training."

"I call bullshit." Grabbing gaze and some tape out of the kit, "You know better than to do that shit with Casey. How the hell do you think he got that fucking gap?!"

"Whatever, I totally kicked his ass this time."

"What'd you do? Widen that gap, April?" You laughed.

"Maybe," April winced as you placed an alcohol soaked cloth on her cheek. "Ow! You don't have to press so hard?"

"You don't have to get hurt this hard." You countered, smirking. "Maybe, I should go teach Casey a god damn lesson."

"Too late." April grinned, wincing in pain.

Moxxie & Millie (Helluva Boss)

"Wow, I thought that you said that the hit was 'no big deal'...?"

"It wasn't."

"Bullshit. Why are you both bandaged up?!"

"Well, we- I mean, I sort of-"

"It's not a big deal," Millie shrugged, "We're fine, (Y/N)."

"What if you weren't?!" You exclaimed, "What if you two were seriously fucking hurt and didn't come back?"

"(Y/N)...."

"No, I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna tell me to have more faith and that you too are a team, handling it together." You sighed, "But, that doesn't mean that I can't worry about you two. I mean, you guys literally kill people for a living and seem to have a target on your back from others."

"Not entirely our fault." Millie said, as Moxxie nodded.

"Yeah. Who knew that Blitz had so many people who hated him?" Moxxie said. "And I mean like a shit ton of peo-"

"What I think Moxxie is trying to say is," Millie interrupted, "We'll try to be careful for you."

"Thanks," You smiled, "Now, get over here. Whoever wrapped your wounds did a fucking terrible job." You laughed.

"Hey! It's hard to do it one arm!"

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Out of your system // Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz x Reader

Summary: You are in a completely different dojo and face Cobra Kai, including Hawk and Tory, at a tourney. The tension between you and Hawk is too strong from the beginning, and well, you just need to get it out of your system. But there is something else...

Pairing: Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz x Reader

Warnings: Language, fighting, wild make-out session

A/N: This is my first Cobra Kai Story :) Hope you enjoy! (The way Hawk would look at you!)

Exuberant and confident, the Cobra Kai students stand in front of the arena. As always, they know, or think they know, that they will bring home the trophy again this year.

"Hey guys, have you heard about that other dojo?" blurts Mitch and the others look at him.

"What dojo? What the hell are you talking about?" asks Hawk, raising an eyebrow. His look is the same as always. Arrogant and cocky.

"I heard about a dojo competing today, and supposedly they have a real machine," Mitch continues.

At this moment, a car pulls up. It is a matte black Audi RS3 Sportback, and a silver panther is on the side. The students of Cobra Kai look up in anticipation.

"You got to be shitting me...," Hawk breathes as he sees the sticker of a dojo on the back window.

Silver Panther Dojo

Hawk's mouth drops open as he spots you getting off. For a moment, he stares at you, but then you turn around and brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He's rarely seen a prettier girl than you.

Then you look at Hawk, who briefly averts his eyes, but then he looks at you again. You meet his gaze and then raise an eyebrow before snorting in amusement and disappearing inside the arena.

"What the hell was that?" asks Tory after a while, looking at Hawk.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You - dumbass," she says, then looks at the entrance. "And her. You just undressed her with your eyes."

"No, I didn't," Hawk waves off.

"Oh, yes, you did," Tory teases him further, but Hawk has had enough. He stands very close in front of Tory and looks at her menacingly.

"I fucking did not!"

Just as Tory is about to say something else, Kreese steps behind her. "Come on! In you go!"

As they change clothes and wait to warm up, Hawk spots you again. You're standing a few feet from him, stretching. Hawk's eyes roam over your perfect body. You're so flexible, and those curves...

"Snap out of it, will you! I'm not gonna lose that trophy 'cause you give our competition the fuck-eyes."

Annoyed, Hawk turns to Tory. "Just shut the fuck up, Tory, okay. I'm not giving her the fuck-eyes. And I will prove it to you."

Hawk stands behind you and lets his gaze roam over your backside once more. He waves Mitch, Edwin, and a few others over, then walks toward you. Tory follows them as well, eager to see what he does now.

At that moment, you stand up straight, grab your towel, and then turn around. You didn't expect to almost run into Hawk like that. You take another step backward, but Hawk steps in front of you again.

The tension between you is charged, and you can almost hear it crackle.

"Can I help you?" you ask, perkily raising an eyebrow.

Hawk's typical smug smile appears on his face. "You wanna help us, princess? If anything else, we are gonna help you."

You snort. "Oh yeah?" You now take a step closer to Hawk and whisper against his lips. "Guess what, Mohawk. I don't need your help."

You're about to push past him when Hawk grabs you by the arm. "You're pretty cheeky. You know that?" he asks, and your lips are only inches apart. "Just know we won't go easy on you just because you're a girl. We will take you down."

You yank your arm away from Hawk. "Oh, I'd like to see you try."

As you stomp away, Hawk watches you go. As you disappear around the corner, he turns to Tory to show her he is right, but Tory just laughs.

"Wow, you serious? The fucking tension between you two makes me sick."

Annoyed, Hawk turns away from Tory. He's not attracted to you after all. The only one who had his attention until now was Moon, but now... His gaze briefly wanders to the bench in the back, where he can see you talking to your sensei. At that moment, you look up and give Hawk a dirty look.

Then it finally starts. The first few fights begin, and Hawk watches anxiously. He wants to know what's coming up, after all.

"Next up, Mitchell Sanders against Y/N Y/L/N," the speaker calls out, and Mitch stands next to Hawk.

"A girl. Should be an easy one," he says, and Hawk punches in at him. But then the two see who is getting ready. It's you. Hawk laughs and then comes over to you.

"Now let's see what you are made of, princess," he says, and you look up at him.

"With pleasure!" she pushes Hawk aside and then joins Mitch on the mat.

"Okay, bow to each other," the referee calls, and you bow to your opponent, who does the same. You quickly realize he's from the same dojo as the pompous guy with the mohawk. "Good, now bow to me," the ref continues.

Then the fight begins. Hawk smugly stands next to the mat and watches you, but the smirk quickly disappears from his face as he watches you fight. You are just incredible. Slowly he lowers his arms, and his mouth opens. It doesn't take long, and Mitch is on his back.

"One Point!" says the ref, pointing at you.

"Wow, your girlfriend is really good," Tory says, standing next to Hawk.

"She's not my fucking girlfriend." Furious, Hawk stomps away.

The following fights are not unexpected. Hawk defeats his opponents, Tory defeats hers, and you defeat yours. The board indicates that the next fight is between Tory and you.

"Next up: Tory Nichols from Cobra Kai and Y/N Y/L/N from Silver Panther."

You and Tory face each other. You bow and then take your fighting positions.

"You know what a silver panther is, right?" Tory asks you, and you squeeze your eyes together. You've watched her before and know she's trying to intimidate her opponents. However, you don't respond. "Silver Panthers are the old ones. Slow and without reaction."

"Why don't you just shut up, huh? More fighting, less talking," you say, clenching your fists.

When the ref gives the okay, you both fire away and start punching each other. Your talents are incredibly even; one by one, you score until the score is 2-2.

As you get ready to face each other for the third and final time, you see the guy with the mohawk standing behind Tory, watching you. Tory follows your gaze and then grins at you.

"No worries. He will fuck you either way. Even if you lose."

You frown, and your attention returns to Tory. Then the ref gives the go-ahead, and you start punching her. Over and over, you kick at her, then hit her again with your fists so she can only defend herself and nothing else.

Again you face each other. Then you do a pike roll, put your legs around her middle, and roll again, so she slams on the mat. Quickly you sit on her and give her the last blow. In the corner of your eye, you see the ref's flag go up.

"One Point." He takes your hand and raises it. "Winner."

You send a smug smile toward Mohawk before kneeling to Tory. "You know... Now that I won, maybe I will fuck him," you say, winking at her.

"The big finale is done. We start in fifteen minutes. Hawk against Y/N Y/L/N. Let's see who will be the new All Valley Champion."

"That bitch!" grumbles Tory as she sits on the floor next to Hawk.

"Oh, now you don't like her that much. What?" Hawk teases her.

"Shut up, Hawk! You still have to face her. Oh, and btws, I think she wants to fuck you, too."

Hawk's head shoots up, and he looks at Tory. "What the fuck are you talking about now?"

Tory stands up and walks toward Hawk. "You eye-fucked her since she got here, and the tension between you is far from enduring. That's why I told her that you would fuck her even if she loses. When that bitch won, she said she's probably gonna fuck you anyway now."

Hawk and Tory look over at you, and you feel their eyes on you, which is why you look up. Your gaze meets Hawk's, and you both stare at each other for a moment.

When the fight finally starts, you face Hawk and bow. He does so as well, and his gaze remains on your eyes.

"Fighting positions!"

You take your position and raise your hands. When the ref gives the go, you go right at it. You kick at Hawk, but he blocks all your punches.

As you lunge again, he grabs your leg and pulls you closer to him so that your faces are once again inches apart.

"So, how about that fuck later?" he whispers to you, and you're totally thrown off your game, which is why he can throw you onto your back easily.

"One Point."

Hawk reaches out to help you up, but you swat it away and resume your fighting stance.

"That was dirty," you hiss at him, and he winks.

"Not as dirty, what I will do to you later."

"Go!"

The two of you start fighting each other again, and it continues with numerous dirty and lewd remarks until it's 2-2 again.

After that, neither of you manages to score another point. Both of you are always close, but then the other can block again. After 3 minutes of fighting, the ref interrupts.

"Okay, stop! We're going to take a 15-minute break," he calls, and you take a step back. You take a deep breath and then walk quickly to the dressing room.

Your ego is bruised that you let yourself be distracted by such cheap talk in the first place, and secondly, that this stupid fight still isn't over.

With your eyes closed, you stand next to the bench and rub your knuckles, which are cracked from all the attacks. Then you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

"So, what do you say?" you suddenly hear a whisper by your ear, which makes you wince. Of course, you immediately know who it is.

You feel his chest against your back and his hand suddenly resting on your hip. All your muscles tense, and you turn your head in his direction. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and again you feel the tension between you.

His hand moves from your hip over your stomach. He starts kissing your neck, and you take a deep breath.

"Is that a yes?" he asks softly, and the vibration of his voice sends goosebumps down your body again.

Then you turn and look into his blue eyes. With the smug smile still on his lips, he looks at you.

"You really think it's that easy?" you whisper after a while.

He puts his hands on your hips again and pulls you closer to him. "I could do more convincing if you want to," he says, kissing your neck again before moving his mouth further down.

He pushes your gi aside a little, giving him more access.

"I don't know if this a good idea," you say, panting, and put your arms around him.

Hawk gives you a gentle squeeze and then looks you in the eye. "I'm not gonna say it is, but..." he starts and then kisses you passionately. His tongue runs over your bottom lip, and you open your mouth to let him in.

Suddenly Hawk's hands were all over your body.

"Jesus, you are so fucking hot!" gasps Hawk against your lips, and you can't help but smirk.

He opens your gi and slides the jacket over your shoulders. His hands are quickly back on your body, exploring your skin. Then his hands move down to your ass, and he grabs it before lifting you so you can wrap your legs around his middle.

Hawk takes a few steps backward and then sits on the bench with you on his lap. Suddenly, you feel his fingers on your waistband and stop him.

"Wait... I won't - I won't go any further, understood," you say, biting your lips. You avert your eyes from Hawk and look down at yourself.

"Hey," he says more gently than you ever expected him to. "It's okay... We don't-" he says, but then a loud tone sounds, and you both look up. "Shit, the fight," he says and looks at you.

You smirk and then get off his lap before putting your gi jacket back on. You then make your way out of the locker room, but just before you reach the door, Hawk grabs you by your wrist and then pushes you against the wall.

"This isn't finished, sweetheart," he whispers before placing his lips on yours and kissing you.

When he lets go of you, you smile softly at him. "I guess that was something that we needed to get out of our system."

"Guess so."

Together, you walk back out to finish your fight.

"All right, let's finish this," the ref says before you bow to each other again, then take your fighting positions.

You wink almost imperceptibly at Hawk as the ref gives the go-ahead for the final round.

30 seconds later, you're lying on your back on the mat with Hawk bent over you. Your chest rises and falls quickly, and you look him in the eye.

"Looks like you didn't hold back this time, huh?" you ask, and Hawk winks again.

"Oh, just wait for the next time; I get you without this Gi," he whispers and then gets off you.

He helps you to your feet, and his friends are already running towards him to celebrate with him for the win. You smile at the sight but then turn away and go to your sensei and friends.

A little later, you are approached again as you stand outside by your car, just loading your bag.

"I meant it."

You turn around, and Hawk is standing in front of you. "What do you mean?"

"That I wanna see you again," Hawk says, and you step closer to him.

"Oh, so that's what that meant," you say with a smile, and he nods with a shoulder shrug.

You walk up to him, take his cell phone out of his hand, and put in your number. Then you open your car and get in. Before you close the door, however, you look again at Hawk.

"I really enjoyed your company too, Eli."

Then you get in and drive away. Hawk looks after you and, at that moment, realizes that you called him Eli. The question, however, was how you knew his real name.

[callsigns-haze]

Pretty like a crime

Prologue

Pairing: Agent Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Singlemom! Agent Y/n 'Cobra' Y/l/n

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: This is the first post to my new series so please be nice! I'm going to try to make this into a series so please show this story a bit of love and reblog!

Summary: Cobra is finally back on the agency and is finally back in the job. With Kai at home she has to jumble being a mother and a agent. She's sent to her first U.C mission but never thought that she would meet a blonde, green eyed Texan...

Warning: Fighting, violence, drinking, guns, shooting, choking, cursing, gun shot, knives and a lot of violence that idk how to lable

You were back for the first time undercover at a dinner masquerade party and lets say nothing has happened yet. Your job was to obtain the organization files and deliver them by the end of the night but for now there was no sight of the enemy.

All night you've been in continuous conversation and greetings with people who you never met. It was killing you mentally. You'd do anything to be in your apartment, with your son on the couch cuddling while watching the Midnight Garden.

Through a couple of sources you've been informed that an unknown to you, agent group was on this operation too, but if you revealed to the wrong person, you'd already be dead.

"Excuse me, is the seat taken?" A strong Texan accent asked behind you. Turning, you saw a very handsome gentleman. Wearing a black button top with a black pair of fine trousers and leather shoes, he greatly showed off the blonde gelled hair that was excellently groomed and those green eyes just sparked right.

'Wait! Why are you caring how he looks or not?!' You asked yourself. You shook your head in disagreement, and he sat next to you. You take a sip of your glass filled with water; not wanting to seem to unsuttle.

"I understand you're not really into this style of events?" He inquired. You give him a slight look and softly reply, "May I ask what gave me away? My resting face of a bitch or that my body language is all over the place?" He let out a slight laugh and extended his hand to you.

"Jakob." As you reached to his hand, he delicately lifts yours, kissing your knuckles. You smile as you never experienced such a gentleman before.

"And here I thought chivalry died out a long time ago," you comment. With a stylish smirk, he shakes his head in disagreement. "There's still a lot of us around, you just gotta know where to look. If I'm not ahead of myself, may I ask for your name?"

Before your undercover name could drift back into your memory one of his friends is calling him over. A man in a black suit, quite tall with soft brown curls and a eighties pornstache. With a disappointed sigh, he excused himself with a quick apology. You were again stuck alone in silence.

The great thing about this job assignment was the masquerade. Nobody will know what hit them and what they're getting themselves into and that was the plan. Surprise. And you'll get what you want. A long time has passed of you eyeing the door, waiting for the right person to come in and your own phone rings instead with a notification.

Tamara. Your babysitter just sent you the cutest picture of your son watching tv with all his teddies aligned so they can 'Watch it too.'

Your son. So young but so passionate and so loved. He was smart for such a young age and could easily figure out people's emotions. He got easily attached and loved spending time with Tamara. God, you thank her so much.

You quickly put your phone away once you laid your eyes on the member entering.

Adanson.

The man you were waiting for. The man you were going to steal from or kill if things got out of hand. He looks so smirked and full of himself even behind the mask. This was the easy part, find out what room he's going to. Try not to pull the trigger and leave before anyone notices any drama. But it's not going to be easy.

This man is one of the greatest ghost gun and drug dealer you know. Ghost guns are unserialized and untraceable firearms that can be bought online and assembled at home. They are often sold through "ghost gun kits," which include all of the parts and often the equipment necessary to build these weapons at home.

These kits are widely available and can be purchased by anyone, including prohibited purchasers, domestic abusers, and gun traffickers — without a background check. As these kits and guns are sold at gun shows and online every day throughout the country, they undermine all of the life-saving policies that state legislatures have fought so hard to put in place.

They were also not metal so they could easily slide through security. And the drug part. Fentanyl. Fentanyl is a potent synthetic opioid drug approved by the Food and Drug Administration for use as an analgesic (pain relief) and anesthetic. It is approximately 100 times more potent than morphine and 50 times more potent than heroin as an analgesic.

You're eyes following him from behind the mask and the glass, your gaze doesn't drop at any movement. He's with his source or someone who's along the lines, the unknown man whispers in his ear and shows the door to the others. But why leave when you've just entered? Why not go around the back? And why were you the one having to follow their trail?

Oh well…. Isn't that just life… But why are they leaving through the back door? And you're right on their trail.

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Sprinting. You never ran so fast through a street beforez as you were getting pursued by three henchmen. You felt the cold air as it burned to intake, and those ankles of yours were gonna twist in all but the right angles. You got it. You don't know how but you've got the organisation files but you managed to got caught so you're kinda running for your life and may I say running in heels and a red long silk dress wasn't really in your plans. Thinking you could lose them, you run down an alleyway.

It was a wrong turn, a dead end. There was no exit and no way out. 'Shit!' you thought, panting. You hear three pairs of thick footsteps of the men who have chased you and a disgusting laughter as you turn back around facing the men.

You had to fight or you'd die. The largest of the three came up to you shoving you backwards against the stone wall. "You all are the same, think you can take what they want without consequences," that russian accent was so scrappy that you'd prefer nails on a chalkboard.

"Now little girl, give us the files or are you prepared for death," he grabbed you by the neck, you spitting in his face made him take a stepped back in disgust and a flinch. The two of the men couldn't have done anything until you say.

"I think I should be asking… Are you prepared?" Smirking you start your fight as one henchman ran towards you hoping to punch you straight in the face. Giving him a roundhouse in the nose and punching him in the lower stomach, grabbing his head and kneeling him straight unconscious, you failed to see the other man coming behind with a thick metal chain, causing you to check while cutting off your oxygen access.

You started pulling and shaking which only cause him to squeeze tighter. Your vision started to go. You knew this was the end when you could only cough and not breathe. You were about to pass out but suddenly you were dropped and quickly loosened the grip for yourself gasping to catch a breath.

A gun shot.

Let's be more specific a gunshot sent from the handsome Texan blonde who flirted with you this evening. Wait where did he go? You felt a hand on your shoulder, and with the remaining stamina you had, your fight or flight response kicked in.

You grabbed a hold of his arm flipping him onto his lap, straddling his chest. You pull you knife out pressing it against his neck. " Who the fuck are you and why did you follow me?" You inquired aggressively, not knowing if he was with or against you. "I'm an agent, ma'am. I work with the San Diego Mission Force." He pulls out his badge to backup his story.

Quite shocked you don't waste time getting off him and holding your arm out to help him up which he takes,"I apologize for my aggressiveness," you looked at him, he returned a smile.

'Fake it, till you make it, that's all you had to do.'

"You were doing what anyone should have done. You've got me quite wowed that you managed to do that after getting nearly killed." Smirking, you look down, 'this man was still flirting!'

Bang.

Your que to run. You swiftly kick his from underneath his feet causing him to fall to the ground with an 'oof' leaving his lips. Grabbing your gun, which is concealed in your purse, you point it straight in between that perfect pair of green eyes, "I'm warning you, try to follow me again and I won't hesitate to kill you."

He tries to get up but you stomp your heel onto his clothed chest causing him to cough after getting wind knocked out of his chest, "Do you know who you're messing with. And I legit' just saved your life," he groans as the gun never leaves your aim.

"The real question is do you know who you've messed with." And at that you're gone. Disappeared into thin air without a trace and you left him there on the ground as the rest of the daggers come running but there's no trace of you…

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POV

you’re a student at cobra kai (18+) and Kreese shows you a picture of him and Terry from the 80s. You say “This guy with you is sexy. If I saw this man, I’d let him do whatever he wants to me.” you joke, not even thinking about how inappropriate it is to say in front of sensei Kreese.

“Is that so?” A low voice asks from the doorway.

Fuckin Terry Silver walks in right as you said that.

Your jaw hangs open. He is still sexy. This is totally inappropriate but, still…he can do whatever he wants.