#Jacob Bertrand fic

[justauthoring]

Shadow of Yourself [2/18]

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 second part! Based off of: Cobra Kai 01x04, 01x05 and 01x06 Warnings: bullying, swearing, mentions of SA, mentions of blowjobs, etc. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

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SHE DID WHAT NOW?

“You know, I am really sorry.”

“I don’t know why you’re apologizing. You weren’t even there.”

Swallowing thickly at Miguel’s words, you just shrug, holding your books closer to yourself. “I should’ve been,” you offer, meeting his gaze as the both of you head to the library. “Instead of running off with that guy.”

Miguel just shakes his head and although he’s been pretty bummed since what happened at the dance, which then in turn has stopped him from being able to do karate anymore, he’s not oblivious to the look in your eyes. “Did something happen?” He asks, tilting his head in wonder as he frowns. “Demetri told me him and Eli found you crying.”

Damn, Demetri.

Signing, you just shake your head, tucking your hair behind your ears. Realizing the both of you are reaching the library where Eli and Demetri will no doubt already be, you gently grab Miguel’s arm, pulling him to a stop. “It’s nothing,” and at the look he gives you, assure him; “I promise. I just…” sending a glance towards the library, you spot Eli and Demetri. “Just, don’t bring it up with Eli. I don’t… I don’t want to talk about it and he’ll want to make sure I’m okay.”

“But Y/N,” Miguel cuts in, reaching for you this time. “Are you okay?”

Ignoring everything within you that tells you to say otherwise, you just nod, letting a small smile curl onto your lips. “I’m great.”

And you’re turning, walking into the library before Miguel can ask otherwise. He follows behind you a few seconds after and as you reach Eli and Demetri, you let out a soft greeting, walking around to sit adjacent to Miguel, beside Eli.

The second you’re sat, Eli’s turned to you, a gentle smile on his lips but you can see it in his eyes. You inhale deeply, ever since the Halloween dance Eli has been persistent in knowing what actually happened. You don’t blame him — normally the two of you tell each other everything, and while him and Demetri could most likely make out what had happened on their own, it’s clear Eli wanted to know more.

He just wanted to help, you know that. But you’re far too embarrassed. The boy you’ve had a crush on for as long as you can remember thinking you’re some kind of girl that just passes herself around? You didn’t even want Miguel or Demetri thinking that, let alone Eli.

So, quickly you send him a smile, but turn your gaze to your books soon after, promptly avoiding the situation.

“So, that’s it? No more karate?”

It’s Demetri who asks the question, an almost sort of hopeful look in his eyes as he faces Miguel.

Letting out a sigh, Miguel shrugs. “I guess not.”

“It’s probably for the best,” Demetri offers, nodding to himself. “It was starting to boost your confidence.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“No,” Demetri argues desperately. “What has confidence ever gotten anybody except for a black eye and their backpack thrown in the trash?”

Or some guy forcing themselves on you?

Biting your lip, you stay silent as opposed to where you’d normally argue with Demetri. The truth was, you thought it was brave how Miguel tried to stand up to Kyler, and he was so good at boosting his own confidence, you’d even listened to him and gone for it. Not that you blamed him, just… sadly, you were starting to think Demetri’s rather pessimistic views were right.

Kids like you were meant to stay the way you were — bullied and nonexistent.

“W-Well,” Eli speaks up, stammering his first words, “I thought it was kind of cool how you stood up to Kyler.”

Immediately, your gaze flickers up to Eli, surprised.

“Are you insane?” Demetri instantly cuts in, “let me ask you. What is the best superpower anyone could have?”

“Super strength.” Miguel answers with ease.

“Wrong. Invisibility. A distant second would be super speed to run away fast.”

Miguel frowns at Demetri’s words, and Eli chooses not to say anything. Before you realize it, their gazes are on you.

“What about you, Y/N?” Miguel offers, obviously hoping you’ll agree with him. “Super strength would be cool, wouldn’t it?”

Your lips part, moving to respond but then a head of dark hair catches your attention and you’re forced to remember last night as Adam walks by, smirking as he sends you a wink, snickering with his friends.

Shoulders falling, you lower your gaze; “Demetri’s right.”

“See?” Demetri calls out, clearly just as shocked as all of them that you’d actually agreed with him. “It’s best to just hide from all of them.”

“Hide from who?”

You jump at the new voice, too lost in your own thoughts to notice Kyler approaching. You frown when you see him press his hand against the back of Eli’s neck, a smirk on his face as he squeezes just faintly so he knows he’s there.

“Whom,” his friend cuts in, “it’s the object of a preposition. Remember English class.”

His confusion at his friends words gives Eli and the rest of you the moment to run off. You watch as all three instantly stand up, grabbing their bags in a hopeless effort to get away. You see it before they notice, Kyler latches onto Eli before he can get away.

“Hey, where you going?” He calls out, tugging Eli towards him before turning him to face both of them. “Oh, look at this freak.” He laughs, gripping him by the chin. “Oh shit! What kind of girl would ever kiss this shit?”

You push yourself to stand before you even realize it, anger clouding your judgement as you move towards Kyler. “Get your hands off of him, Kyler,” you hiss out, trying to pull him away from Eli. “Leave him alone.”

You weren’t just gonna stand by while they made fun of Eli, especially not something he was so self conscious about. If you couldn’t help yourself, you at least hoped you could help him.

However, you freeze when Kyler and Brucks’ attention turns to you. At the twinkle in their eyes and the smirk that grows on the latter’s face, you already know what he’s going to say before he does.

“Hey, you’re the girl aren’t you?” Kyler laughs out, aggressively shoving Eli to the side as the both of them turn to you. Kyler turns to Brucks then, slapping his chest; “you know, the one Adam was talking about?”

Your heart falls to the pit of your stomach.

“Yeah, yeah!” Brucks grins, laughing as he turns back to you. “The one who gave him a blowjob last night, yeah?”

You feel frozen still, unable to move as they laugh and mock you. You can feel Miguel, Demetri and most importantly Eli’s gazes on you, piercing into you, but you feel helpless to say anything in denial as the tears well, making your vision blur.

“Yeah,” Kyler nods, before punching Brucks shoulder teasingly. “Apparently she’ll do it for anyone,” he lowers his voice to a poor whisper, clearly meant for you and everyone to hear. “Hey, there ya go, Lip.” He turns to Eli, and you almost feel sick to your stomach. “I bet you Y/N here would kiss you. Probably do a lot more than that too.”

Your eyes drift to Eli before you can stop yourself — hoping, praying that he won’t believe what they’re saying. He has to know… he has to know that you wouldn’t do stuff like that. Not you.

But he just looks confused, baffled as you meet his gaze and it’s then you’re no longer able to hold back your tears any longer.

You grab your bag with a haste, barely paying attention to what you’re grabbing as you turn without another word, holding back the sob that threatens to break past your lips.

“Wait!” You hear Brucks call out, making you press your hand to your lips in order to stifle your cry. “I was hoping you’d—“

You don’t hear what he says, letting the library doors slam shut behind you. Nor do you hear Miguel call out for Kyler to stop. You don’t hear anything, your heart pounding madly against your chest as the tears get harder and harder for you to hold back.

-

‘Open the window.’

Sighing at the text message, you choose to ignore it, holding your pillow tighter against yourself. There’s a moment of quiet, until another buzz echoes from your phone.

‘Please.’

Knowing he won’t give up until you do, you slide off your bed with a huff. Your footsteps are slow, having not left your bed since you left school early yesterday and all but collapsed there. You’d spent most of your day moping by yourself, too mortified to even think of going to school today after what had happened.

Luckily your mother hadn’t really argued much, too busy with her own life to care about yours — not that that really surprised you. However, that in turn allowed you to have a sick day when you were definitely not sick and by default, save you from having to face Eli, Miguel and Demetri who you know you wouldn’t be able to avoid otherwise.

Well, at least you thought that’d be the case — it seemed Eli didn’t really feel like waiting around until you decided you were ready to go back.

He’s frowning when you open your window for him, but you don’t say anything in response to the look he sends you. You simply just crawl back to your bed, pulling your knees to your chest as you watch him crawl in through the window, moving to stand awkwardly in front of you.

It’s not the first time Eli’s come to your house. There’s of course the nights your house is chosen for movie night, but Eli’s also done this very act multiple times before when either of you were upset. You’ve patched him up multiple times when Kyler managed to get to him, and he’s consoled you more times then you can count when Yasmines words cut a little too deep.

Normally, you crave his presence, wanting his comfort. Today, you’d rather he’d left you alone — too afraid to find out if he… if he believed what Kyler had said about you.

However, as the silence echoes and Eli continues to stand in front of you without saying a single word; you find you can’t handle the silence. He’s here now and you’re faced with the reality that you need to know.

“It’s not true,” you mumble after a moment, licking your lips as you slowly look up and meet his gaze. You can only imagine what you look like — tears stained on your cheeks, eyes red and puffy. “I-I… I didn’t do anything with Adam, or-or anybody else.”

The desperation sets in, it just clicking to you then how desperate you are for him to believe you. You didn’t want Demetri or Miguel thinking that way of you either, of course, but you don’t think you could stand it if Eli thought of you in that way.

“You have to believe me,” you cry out, and Eli blinks in surprise as you turn distraught. “I… I haven’t even had my first kiss yet and—“

“Y/N. Y/N!”

Jumping at Eli’s voice, you blink up at him, lips left parted.

Shoulders falling, Eli moves towards you, falling next to you on your bed. Your body tenses as he does, feeling unsure for the first time with Eli ever as his shoulder brushes against your own.

“I believe you.”

The second he utters those words, everything just goes away. Your body eases instantly and all the anxiety and worry that had been built up inside of you washes away without a single second thought. His words feel like a miracle to you, all the horrible anxiety built up inside of you dissipating seconds. Your eyes, still puffy from crying, turn to look at Eli who’d already had his gaze on you — eyes comforting and a small smile on his lips.

“You do?”

“Of course,” he assures, nodding at you. Then, his face falters, uncertainty at how you’ll feel about his next question flooding his gaze. He’s still not really sure if you are ready to talk about it. “I assume it was Yasmine?”

Swallowing thickly, you nod, fiddling with your fingers in your lap. “Yeah, the day I wore that shirt she apparently felt obligated to, well… you know…”

Eli nods and silence falls over the two of you.

You can’t help but ask; “do Demetri and Miguel…?”

“They know it’s not true,” Eli assures. “Miguel wanted to run after you right away but well… I wanted to be the first one to talk to you.”

Feeling your cheeks warm, you stammer out a response; “o-oh…”

Eli then turns, avoiding your gaze as he mumbles out; “was… everything Kyler said not true?”

You tense, confused at his words as you turn to Eli, shaking your head. “You just said you—“

“No, no,” Eli quickly cuts in, turning to you as he shakes his head. “I meant… when he said that maybe you’d… you know, that maybe you’d kiss me. Was… was that not true?”

Your eyes widen, disbelief running through you as Eli makes the move you’ve been waiting years for him to make. You’d forgotten, honestly, in the midst of everything that Kyler had even said that. You’d been too in your head, too hurt and worried and upset to process anything other then the cruel words they’d spat at you.

But… but of course that was true. Even if it came from Kyler.

You’re fumbling with words, unsure what to say and Eli is looking more and more unsure by the second. You’re too embarrassed to say it outright, to express the words, so you do the first thing that pops into mind, a split second decision, and press your lips against Eli’s.

It’s awkward, more of a simply smashing your lips against one another then really kissing. Neither of you have ever done anything like this before and honestly, it makes your heart melt the same you’ve always imagined it doing. You feel yourself sink into Eli as he eases from his initial surprise.

Then, he’s pulling back, shock written plainly on his face as both of your cheeks burn.

“I… I, um…” You stammer over your words, mind racing at the fact that you’d actually just kissed Eli.

“You… kissed me…” he mumbles, dazed.

You frown, feeling suddenly a lot more self conscious at his lack of response to your kiss. “Did… did you not like it?”

“I loved it.”

You pause at his outburst, not hesitating a second to breathe the words as the both of you blink at each other before a giggle breaks past your lips and Eli follows shortly after with a laugh of his own — just the sight of you so happy makes him happy and he watches with fond eyes as you laugh.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time,” you confess after a moment, voice a whisper. “I, uh… I’ve had a crush on you for a long time.”

Eli’s eyes crinkle, warmth flooding his gaze. “Me too.”

Turning to Eli, you smile. “Really?”

He’s grinning too, the happiest you think you’ve ever seen him; “yeah.” He nods.

Unsure what to say, you lean back, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears as you let out a laugh. “Well, I mean, I guess that answered your question?”

Eli snorts, “it definitely did.” And then, he pauses, “it didn’t… bother you, my lip?”

You think back to what Kyler had said — the taunt that had started all of this and frown. You hate how self conscious Eli is about his lip. You’ve always thought it was what made him special, different from the rest.

Eyes softening, you turn to Eli, meeting his gaze firmly as you reach out for his hand, squeezing it. “Eli,” you utter, voice soft and a whisper, “I think your lip is beautiful.”

And it’s the nicest thing anyones ever said to Eli, let alone about his lip. He wonders how he could’ve gotten so lucky to have someone like you like him back. You’re… you’re far more than he thinks he deserves.

He’s always thought that.

“What does this mean for us now?”

You pause at Eli’s question, pursing your lips. “Well, I mean, Demetri might actually be a third wheel now.” You tease lightly, grinning when Eli laughs, slipping his fingers through your own as you gaze up at him, smiling brightly.

“Oh, yeah,” Eli blinks, “Miguel actually stood up to Kyler.”

Your lips part, “what?”

“Yeah,” Eli nods, “turns out his karate really was worth it.”

Pausing, you turn your head in thought, still in disbelief. “Figures the one day I decide to stay home, something exciting happens.”

Eli chuckles, before adding, almost unsure; “I was, um… well, I was thinking of joining. Cobra Kai, I mean.”

“Yeah?”

He nods.

“I think it’s a great idea,” you encourage brightly, eyes twinkling as you squeeze his hand. “You should go for it. Seriously.”

Eli nods again, lips parting before he pauses, pulling back. It looked as if he wanted to say something, and frowning, you lean forward, meeting his eyes.

“What is it?”

“I wanna join it for you too.”

Brows furrowing, you shake your head; “what do you mean?”

“I want to be able to stand up for you,” he explains, cheeks flush as he scratches the back of his neck. “Protect you… from guys like Kyler. Like you always have for me.”

Your heart flutters, this warmth spreading through your entire body as you stare back at Eli. He’s avoiding your gaze, obviously unsure of how you’ll feel about what he’s said — maybe he’s worried you won’t like it, find it weird. But really, you don’t think you’ve ever had someone say something so… kind to you before.

And you want him to know that.

“That’s the sweetest thing anyones ever said to me, Eli. Thank you.” You whisper, threading your fingers through his own, squeezing to emphasize.

He blushes, turning his head away to hide himself from you which causes a light laugh to leave your lips in response.

It’s one of the things you love most about Eli — that shy nature of his. You don’t think you’d ever get sick of seeing it.

“Of course,” he mumbles, “I-I meant it.”

-

“How’d karate practice go?”

Turning away from his locker, Miguel’s face lights up at the sight of you. “Y/N, you’re back!”

Flushing slightly, you nod; “yeah, sorry I didn’t really say anything.”

Miguel shakes his head, closing his locker as he turns to you completely. “Are.. are you okay? I… I wanted to check up on you, but Demetri thought it best we just left you alone and well, he’s known you longer so—“

“Miguel?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m okay,” you assure softly, smiling brightly at him. Honestly, given the events that have occurred since the last time you saw Miguel, you’re more than okay. But you’re not sure what Eli’s said to Miguel and Demetri yet, so you feel it best to just keep quiet for now. “I promise.” You send him a thumbs up, before grinning, winking at him. “I heard you’ve made quite a name for yourself though.”

“Oh yeah, you heard about that?”

“Eli told me.”

“I was tired of Kyler being an ass to everyone,” Miguel explains with a shrug. “Especially after what he said to you.”

You smile; “I appreciate that. Though, I heard you were standing up for a certain somebody too.”

Miguel blushes, cheeks burning. “Eli?”

You nod, giggling. “Yeah.”

“Since I know about you and Eli, I’ll admit, yeah. I like Sam. More than just like.”

Shaking your head, you set your hand on Miguel’s arm. “I’m happy for you, Miguel. And I mean, she’s had to have noticed you now — given you stood up for her honour and everything.”

Miguel just nods, rolling his eyes at your teasing.

“You never answered my question though,” you continue, moving to elaborate at his furrowed brows. “How’d karate practice go? I know Eli and Demetri joined. Is Demetri just about ready to quit?”

You say it with a tease, but at the frown on Miguel’s face you figure you hit it on the dot.

“Sensei kicked his ass in front of everyone,” he explains, shrugging. “Wasn’t too happy about it.”

Whistling, you nod; “that sucks.” Honestly, you hadn’t expected Demetri to really… stay long. It was clear he didn’t want to join Cobra Kai or learn karate.

Biting your lip, you ask about the person you really wanna know about. “What about Eli? Is… is he doing well?”

Miguel hesitates and you instantly frown.

“Not good?”

“It’s just… well, let’s just say Sensei was a little hard on him.”

“Oh.” Shoulders falling with a slump, you sigh. You were hoping to hear it’d gone well, knowing how excited Eli had sounded about it when he first told you. And the fact that part of him was doing it for you… you didn’t want him to end up regretting his decision.

“W-Well, I’m sure it’ll be okay.” You assure, not really sure if you were trying to reassure yourself or Miguel. Maybe both. “Eli’s tough.”

Miguel nods, “of course.”

“Have you seen him today, actually? He’s not answering my texts.” You pull your phone out again at the mention, not surprised to see, like it’s been all day, that there’s no reply back from him. It was odd for him to skip school, or at least not text you about it first.

Had karate class gone that bad?

“No,” Miguel sighs, “I hope Sensei didn’t scare him away.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” you offer, though both of you don’t really believe your words. “Something might’ve just come up. That’s all.”

Miguel agrees with you, and the both of you fall into a eased conversation, gathering your stuff as you head off to class together. However, even as you sit down in your seat and your teacher begins to drawl on about whatever it is you’re learning today, you find you can barely pay attention, your mind filled with worry for Eli.

He’d seemed so excited about joining Cobra Kai… for him to not show up to school after what Miguel’s told you… it made you sick with worry.

What exactly had Miguel’s Sensei said to him?

[justtcreatingg]

shadow of yourself

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

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?”

[gemini-sensei]

| 18+ blog MDNI | All the characters I write are aged up to be 18 or older

Requests for long fics are Closed at the moment, but feel free to send discussions and headcanons to my ask box.

Below, you will find the list of characters I write for and the things I will/won't write. Please read through this before sending any asks, otherwise it will be deleted.

Characters I Write For:

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz

Demetri Alexopoulos

Miguel Diaz

Robby Keene

Samantha LaRusso

Tory Nichols

Moon

Yasmine

Poly!Daniel and Amanda LaRusso

Poly! Carmen and Amanda

Most any poly!ship you can think of

Blue Beetle/DC Characters:

Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle)

Jenny Kord

Bart Allen (fancast: Jacob Bertrand)

Character's I'm not comfortable writing for romantically:

Johnny Lawrence

Anthony LaRusso

✨️ Masterlist ✨️

Wills and Will Nots (please read before sending in an ask):

I mostly write female, plus sized readers, as it is what I am familiar with and know best. I will write AFAB and gender nonspecific readers as well, just let me know in your ask what you'd like.

I will write fluff, angst, and smut.

I will write poly relationships, ie. poly Moon and Hawk.

I've decided I'll write song fics, so send in a song with a character or poly relationship. I'll see what I can so.

I will write topics such as depression, anxiety, EDs, and other mental health topics if I'm comfortable and confident that I can write and represent them properly. If I'm not confident that I can do that, I will let you know and update this list.

I will write disabilities and sickness. I'm hard of hearing and deal with chronic pain myself, so these topics don't make me uncomfortable.

For NSFW content, I will write most kinks to the best of my ability. I will also write wlw and poly content. I'm not sure how confident I am with writing mlm NSFW content when it comes to character x character though.

I will not write about SH in graphic detail, meaning on page. I may reference it, but it will be vague.

I will not write daddy kink/ddlg, incest, or age play.

I will not write anal/ass play.

I will not write character cheating on reader.

I don't write male readers as I am not confident in my ability to write them. My sincerest apologies.

I will not write Miguel x Reader x Robby in a poly relationship and no Kiaz under any circumstances.

I've decided not to take match-ups, aka asks asking me to pair the sender off with a character. I'm just not very good at them. Again, I apologize.

These lists may be added to at any time, at which point I will make an announcement letting everyone know it's been updated. Thank you for reading.

Please note that this blog is a chubby!reader blog. Any asks/requests I receive will be written with such in mind unless otherwise stated in the ask. If you want an average bodied!reader or no body descriptors used, please say that in your ask.

[nyxxxatnite]

WELCOME TO NYX’S BLOG!

HELLO! Hi! I’m Nyx (i also go by Percy sometimes), i am a genderfluid pansexual person who is OBSESSED with writing and reading. Started off on Wattpad and slowly migrated here (i dont really go on wattpad anymore :/). I am barely ever able to write fics so if you’re looking for me to write a fanfic do NOT expect it to be out fast (i am SO sorry).

Things i WILL write! -

First and foremost, smut! I have a wide variety of kinks that i will write for (i.e. bondage, cnc, breeding, etc)

i love writing fluffy stuff, i lack my own fluff so being able to make self insert me happy is awesome (i know, pathetic)

angst is iffy sometimes but if i’m REALLY in the mood GO FOR IT!

i’m a slight monster fucker so werewolves, vampires, zombies (Zed), stuff like that. (Pls request first some stuff is REALLY weird for me)

Things i will NOT write! -

NO r@pe, !ncest, p3dophilia, zooph!lia, physical @buse, su!cide, most of that stuff triggers the shit outta me

i don’t write step-cest stuff, seeing as i have a step sibling who i think of as my own sibling

Stalking/murder like tendencies are iffy for me as well so

for the most part i’m pretty open, itll just take me a while!

NYX’S LIST OF THINGS THEY WRITE FOR -

Disney’s descendants

Milo Manheim (thanksgiving, prom pact, ZOMBIES, doogie)

Xolo Mariueña (Jaime, Miguel)

jacob Bertrand (Hawk)

tanner buchanan (Robby)

youtubers (jacksepticeye, Markiplier, colby brock, sam golbach, ethan nestor)

STRAY KIDS (Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N.)

if theres something not on this list that you wanna try and request go ahead and send one in but theres no guarantee ill know it!

[blusandbirds]

hiiiii blu how about 3, 4, 5, 6, 14, 16, 17, 18?

hiii zanna :)

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

this is honestly such a toughie and it changes a lot, but i think once i called you brother like remains my favorite. it's just really close to my heart even if i've written a lot better since then.

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

ohhh man... i mean out of fics i'd say will actually get written, four main ones. three i'm constantly flicking between and one i started like a year ago and at the beginning of this year determined i will get back to by the end of this year at least.

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

oh theres so many but there was a thiam teen wolf fic where they go to disneyland

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

oh my god literally yes. anything in my ao3 bookmarks marked as a rec. i will specifically shout out "like falling water" by naheka which is a batman fic and "up to your knees" by indigostohelit which is a karate kid fic as having some character interactions and dialogue that live in my mind on repeat

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

honestly i can't really imagine any of them, but maybe black chips adapted as a side plot in cobra kai just because i think jacob bertrand should paint his nails to match the mohawk

16. At what point in the process do you come up with titles?

it's either the first thing or the last thing, honest. typically i have a working title (a fall out boy lyric odds are) and then i finalize right before posting.

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

when i did my top gun religious trauma fic (< wackass sentence) i learned that praying on the rosary takes freaking long bro. like im not catholic and i did not grow up around catholics so i was looking and im like damn i respect you fully but i would not do all that tbh

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

this is from my terrible 2000s movie fic but i got a little crazy about sibling dynamics:

He’s never had a sister, but he thinks maybe the way she’ll dig her fingers into his soft spots—the soft spot on his cheekbone, her knuckles brushing his jaw and her voice a murmur of you were hitting on the wrong guy —well, there’s no word for it, but he thinks it’s the second best thing.

fanfic ask game!

[midnight-writing]

Love and Other Lies Pt.1

Pairing: Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Reader

Series: Cobra Kai (Starts at the end of season 2)

Pt.: 1/? (Pt. 2)

Summary: During Moon’s party Hawk needs a girlfriend fast and you get dragged into his lie. (Starts during the end of season 2)

Word Count: 932

A/N: I’m still a bit new to writing fanfic and I’m completely new to writing in second person so if you see first person style pop up it was b/c of habit and I probably missed it when rereading. :/. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!

Moon’s house was filled with music, chatter, and alcohol. Almost every upperclassmen was there, groups scattered around the property, chatting or playing drinking games. At least one was already passed out, you could see him from where you were sitting.

The call of your name brought your focus back to the game you were playing with some friends. “Wanna play again?” you were asked but you shook your head, “I think I’ll sit this round out,” you replied. “Then could you get me a refill?” One of them spoke up and you feigned an annoyed sigh toward Demetri as you unfolded your legs and stood up from your spot on the floor. “Thank you” he said when he handed you the red plastic cup then joined back in the game. You hummed with a nod and made your way over to the kitchen island.

You forgot to ask what he’d been drinking so you went with the likely answer.

Beer.

You poured yourself some too in a new cup then walked around the island and back towards your little group. You’d made it as far as the fireplace, as you walked you overheard a conversation, it was a voice you immediately recognized, “-was just grabbing us drinks”. That was when you felt a tug on your arm and you were pulled against someone’s side. You gasped softly in surprise and made sure you hadn’t spilled anything. You smiled when you saw Moon and Piper, assuming you were just grabbed by one of your other friends. “Thanks babe,” that familiar voice spoke once again and you realized who’d grabbed you. One of the cups was taken from your hands. You finally looked at him and your fear was confirmed, it was Hawk. “Oh… you too look cute together,” Moon smiled, you did the opposite. “Wh-,” you started to speak but you felt the grip on your arm tighten, it wasn’t painful but you took it as a warning. It seemed that Moon could sense something off but she didn’t quite catch on to your confusion. “Well, enjoy the party you two, I’m gonna go introduce Piper to some more people,” she said then her and Piper walked away.

You pulled your arm from the boys grasp and turned toward him. “Care to explain why we look ‘Cute together?’” you questioned. “Because I told her we’re dating,” he replied casually. “But we’re not-,” he yanked your arm once more as he pulled you into a nearby hallway. “Listen, just pretend for the rest of the party okay? We can say we both got into a fight and broke up by the end of the night,” he spoke and you raised an eyebrow. “And why would I do that?” He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and held out a few folded bills. You contemplated for a second, only Moon and Piper thought you both were a couple, this would be easy. “Okay yeah I’ll do it,” you took the cash and stuck it into the pocket of your shorts.

The rest of the night went by smoothly, your agreement didn’t even require you to hang out with Hawk all night. Just telling Moon you both were dating was good enough. That was until another student asked you about Hawk about an hour later. Word had gotten around fast, though you shouldn’t have been surprised, you were in a house full of teenagers.

Luckily, you didn’t think the news had made its way to Demetri and if it did he might be too drunk to remember given the announcement he was about to make in front of the crowd. “Shit,” you cursed, that boy was going to get himself killed. You heard Hawk’s voice as you pushed your way through the crowd, “You’re a corpse!” Students of the two local dojos began arguing but before any fists could be thrown, sirens went of followed by the words “Cops!”

The crowd quickly scattered and somehow you’d lost Demetri during the second you looked away from him. You ran out a side door and stumbled when yet again you were grabbed, this time by your wrist. It was Hawk again, “Are you trying to dislocate my arm?” He ignored your question with a roll of his eyes. “This way,” he led you into a small wooded area where a few boys were hopping onto motorbikes and speeding off.

Hawk held out a helmet and you shook your head, “Yeah no, I’ll walk,” you spoke. “Its late, you shouldn’t walk home by yourself,” he pleaded. “Then walk me home, I’m not getting on that, especially when we’ve both been drinking,” you explained and began your trek home. You heard a frustrated sigh and heard the crunching of dry grass being pushed down from the weight of the bike. He easily caught up pushing the bike alongside himself, “Why do you suddenly want to look after me? Aren’t we broken up?” you questioned. “About that…,”

I shook my head, “Oh no, this was a one time thing,” “Everyone knows now,” he pointed out and you both stayed toward the dimly lit part of the sidewalk as a cop drove by. “And we’ll just tell everyone that we broke up, like we agreed,” you stated.

“Then let’s make a new agreement, I can give you more money,” You shook your head, “I don’t want more money, if I do agree to do this, and I haven’t yet, you’ll have to do something for me, and we’ll have to go over some conditions.”

“Alright, whatever you want, we’ll talk tomorrow at lunch,”

[little-legend-baby]

I’m gonna fucking out myself but what’s a gal gotta do around here to get some good wholesome Demetri x Reader for my dwindling serotonin levels?

Not asking for a friend. Asking for ME, and my intense need for my Binary Boy and all of his geeky glory.

[schplove02]

Here’s a sneak peek of chapter 1 from my new Hawk X Sam story:

His words hurt like they always do. Then again, no one can hurt her like he can. She wonders for a moment if he likes seeing the hurt cross her face, and the tears welling up in her eyes.

“I can’t stand you.” She growls out, sounding so believable that Sam almost thought of it as true.

Almost.

Hawk’s lip twitches, wanting to say something back. He clenched his jaw instead, giving her another icy glare.

“You used to be different… you used to be good.” Her words come out shaky now, but she doesn’t look away from him.

(Not the best snippet, but I promise it gets better haha. I’ll hopefully get the courage to post the full chapter on AO3 soon.)

[ptera-novaeangliae]

Artemy Burakh’s Tormentous Vacation WIP

Hey all, it’s been quiet around here, and I haven’t posted an update in a long time. I’m sorry about that! JTB is still in progress, and I have done more since I last spoke of it, but the going is slow. In the meantime, I thought I would try and offer a glimpse into the beach vacation fic that is supposed to follow JTB up a year or so after the events of chapter 22. Whether or not this ultimately gets completed is still up in the air, but I had started on it a while back, so I thought I’d share this weird intro to apologise for the JTB delay! Still very much a WIP so apologies for the myriad of mistakes.

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It is something so easily ignored. The rhythmic rolling of a train’s pistons, the steady vibrations rattling the carriages, like a heartbeat. So constant that it only becomes noticeable in its absence. Though the pulse of a train has never delivered Artemy to good fortune before.  

There shouldn’t be a pulse, not in a coffin.

The first time that Artemy had set foot on a train, his thoughts had jumped to how the carriage stifled the building autumnal gusts, a reprise from the open station, and how pleasant that had been. It had never once occurred to him that the heady scent of twyre would be absent in the cities, of the years he would go without the familiar comforts of home, of the ache in his chest that only became more acute the further the distance grew.

The ache is returning all over again. Though it shouldn’t be, for those he cares about remain by his side in the carriage as he dozes, lost to memories. 

It had been an uncomfortable experience to stand on the platform with his family, suitcases in hand while he watched the excitement so evident in their eyes, the smiles offered so freely and thoughtlessly.  Artemy had never seen them so excited- Sticky rushing forwards as soon as the carriage doors were opened, Murky tugging at his hand, Daniil’s proud glance directed towards him. And all that Artemy had felt was the cold prickle of dread creeping down his spine. The only time he’d boarded this train before, his back had been turned on his father- an entirely different man, all those years ago. It was the last time he had seen Isidor.

A coffin is the best means of transportation in the world. It can get you to unimaginable places.

And then he’s back on the train, returning home from medical school, worrying the thin parchment of his father’s letter between his fingertips. No longer does he need to read it, for it has been his only solace for the past few days, the words as clear in his mind as the nursery rhymes of his childhood. Perhaps even more so, for when he tries to cast his thoughts back to the language of the Khatange, back to speech that had once been as familiar as breathing, he falters. It’s the first time that sense of wrongness arises, planting a seed of uncertainty deep within his heart, barely noticeable. Somewhere nearby, the clatter of dice upon wood reverberates through the carriage.

While the words before him are certainly foreboding, it’s impossible to ignore how strong his longing is for those that he’d left behind. Artemy misses Gravel’s barely restrained smiles when he’d begun a tirade of humorous nonsense, how reserved she became when she handed over gifts, or those evenings where she came to him to give voice to her greatest fears. He misses Grief crashing through his window at an ungodly hour, spinning tall tales with Artemy through the darkness of the night, falling asleep against each other come the dawn. And Stakh. Perhaps out of everyone, he misses Stakh the most. For his oldest friend understands the worst parts of Artemy better than anyone else, and though it brought them to clash more often than the others, he longs to be known that way again.

The cold unfamiliarity of the city has spread through his veins in his years away, casting an all-consuming numbness across his body. And here are the words from his father, pleading for Artemy to return, the promise of proud smiles and an opportunity to show the menkhu everything that he had become over the years. The chance to reconnect to the parts of himself that had been inaccessible for too long. And best of all, the certainty of seeing his father again. He’s missed his family terribly.  

Do you want to play? Dice?

The train hisses to a sudden stop. All at once, the situation feels startlingly familiar. Artemy tries to stand through the sinking in the pit of his stomach, though his aching knee protests. His knee hadn’t been like that before. 

He clenches his teeth against the pained groan welling in his chest, but whatever sound that slips out is lost to the continued clatter of dice. It’s louder now, more dice are being played, and the echo makes it impossible to pinpoint the location. But somehow, Artemy knows exactly where it’s coming from, exactly who is casting them. Despite everything, he simply cannot seem to move towards the figure he knows will be awaiting him. Instead, he must think to the future, to the next step- his priority is to depart. Artemy’s father will be outside.

Good luck with your father. I'm sure he can't wait.

The first bang resounds upon the metal frame of the carriage. And then another. Fists, knocking insistently on the shell they are trapped within. The dice keep rolling, oblivious to the assault. Artemy knows he has to open the door, he knows what is waiting for him at the other side- the men who will put him through indescribable pain. The men who will no longer be living when the morning arrives.

My name was Jacob Sterkh. Worked in shipping. Two marriages, both happy. Brought up a daughter.

Beside him, Artemy knows that the figure will be there. He can feel his presence. Hunched over, rolling the dice- now a violent cascade- the incessant clatter only broken by…

I was called Kirik. It was my idea to catch the murderer at the Station.

Banging, at the doors. Much louder now, for it is not simple fists being thrown against them anymore, but rather the weight of entire bodies. The only sounds breaking through the rattle of dice. Why are they trying to break in? Don’t they know what’s inside of a coffin? Only death.

They called me Bertie. Short for "Bertrand." And that's one of the kinder nicknames... "Bertie" was fine. A name's just a name.

He must go to them first. That’s how it works. Artemy’s hand finds the handle.

The dice roll.

“Artemy?”

The familiar texture of leather around his fingers, applying a firm pressure, eyes watching him, the heartbeat of the train thrumming once again. Artemy squeezes back.

“Are you alright?” Daniil asks from where he sits by Artemy’s side.

Artemy nods, unable to speak past the tightness clutching at his throat, weighing on his chest. He can’t bring himself to sit upright just yet, having melded into his seat in his sleep, and guilt is already settling heavy on his stomach. From the caution in Sticky’s gaze, his nightmare had become all too evident. Artemy curses the lack of privacy in the carriages once again, exposing his children to the trauma that had forced itself to the surface of his unconscious thoughts. Quietly, Daniil and Sticky share a glance and return to their activity, Daniil’s hand still caught in Artemy’s forceful grip.

Dice, Artemy could have laughed through the lump in his throat. They’re playing dice.  

[soe-leo]

this is my binary boyfriends hot take: demetri definitely would have accepted hawk's apology IMMEDIATELY, no matter how lackluster it may have been. he claims to be in love with a girl who's bullied him relentlessly for years cuz she wrote "i love your big d" on his cast and...is hot i guess?? he's accustomed to letting people push him around. if there was a scene where kyler apologized and demetri forgave him right then and there, the most surprising part would be that kyler said "sorry."

so yes, as much as i love reading fics with a very long, much-needed apology scene (hell, i wrote one), i really think that it didn't happen. hawk is still too proud (and embarrassed) to say anything more on the matter if demetri doesn't directly ask him, and it's not like demetri's gonna risk fucking up the only friendship he had for his entire life until the whole karate shitshow. he's completely fine with never talking about it again if that's what it'll take to keep eli by his side.

BUT, that's when hawk's arc comes in. every major turning point for him has involved demetri directly (even moon breaking up with him), and i think that pattern will definitely continue. this whole thing gives me hope that in season four, hawk is going to do a lot of soul-searching and we'll get some really good scenes of Jacob Bertrand carrying the entire show once again (i'm joking but i'm also completely serious). i think that in s4, his major arc will be his struggle to feel like he's made things right with demetri, and his confusion about why he still feels so guilty even though he and demetri are supposedly fine.

overall, i'm just very excited for s4, and cobra kai really seems like the type of show that will keep surprising us. i've been burned by s*pernatural and lots of bait-y shows before, but cobra kai feels like it knows what its different audiences want (people there for action, people there for nostalgia, people there for gay shit) and works to integrate all those things. i'm not necessarily saying "they're gonna make hawkmetri canon!!!!" but i do think the writers at least know people are invested in that whole plotline. i guess we'll have to wait and find out, but i have high hopes for s4!

[justauthoring]

The Warning Signs [2/2]

Prompt: You’d ignored all the signs, every single one, and now, you can’t even recognize him anymore.

part one.

AN: Guess who finally decided to finish this series, months later? Me!

Pairing: Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz x F!Reader Please don’t plagiarize my work!

SPOILERS FOR S4 COBRA KAI BELOW!

“You’re a bully, Eli.”

And he blinks at you, purposefully silent as you scoff.

“How can you not see that?” You exclaim, exasperation clear in your tone as you shake your head. Your hands are stretched out towards him, but the second those words had left your lips, he’d pulled away, hurt. “I mean, you broke Demetri’s arm! And all the times before that, when I believed you...”

There’s a pause, then, with a huff, you narrow your eyes at him. 

“You lied.”

Hawk scoffs, rolling his eyes at you; “he deserved it.”

And that’s it. He doesn’t even try to defend himself.

“How can you say that?” You cry, stepping towards him. “Demetri... your best friend. The one that’s been there for you before everyone else. Before you joined Cobra Kai, before you became Hawk... Demetri was there for you and he deserved it?”

Hawk pauses a second, lips parting and then he hesitates. He steps towards you, features softening as his hands reach for you, taking yours in his own once more. He grip is gentle, reassuring, and you so desperately want to believe him; want to feel comforted by his touch.

You always have been.

“Demetri isn’t the only one.” And at the way your brows furrow, Hawk smiles softly, “you’ve been there for me too. Always.”

They’re sweet words; for the exact reason of him trying to distract you at the real issue here. Before, you’d fallen for them. Taken his words at face value and believed every sweet word the boy had told you. You’d wanted to believe it wasn’t possible for Hawk to be a bully...

clearly, you’d been wrong.

“That doesn’t change anything, Eli.”

He huffs, ripping his hands away from you; “it’s Hawk.”

“You’re Eli. Eli to me,” you argue, shaking your head. “I know he’s still in there, so why won’t you just--”

“Demetri deserved it, okay, Y/N? He’s a nerd and I just taught him a lesson,” he practically spits to you, eyes blazing and jaw clenched and you blink in surprise; you’ve never seen him so... angry.

Somehow, it scares you.

Swallowing the fear back, you frown, glancing down at your feet; “I’m a nerd too, Eli.”

“It’s different with you.”

You realize then, the ache in your heart festering, that there’s no reaching him. Hawk isn’t listening, he doesn’t care to hear what you have to say. You aren’t getting through to him like you’d thought you’d be able to. 

You thought if anyone could...

Wordlessly, you turn, sniffling to yourself.

“Where are you going?”

And pausing, you glance at him over your shoulder; “we’re through, Eli.”

His eyes widen, and his lips part, fear flooding his gaze; “what?” He calls, instantly rushing over to you. His hand wraps around your arm, pulling you towards him relentlessly, grip tightening slightly. “No, we can talk this through. You can’t just--”

“I’m not dating a bully, Eli!” You interrupt sharply, “especially not one that’d hurt his own best friend.”

Letting go of you abruptly, Hawk rips off his shirt, adamantly pointing at the tattoo of your name on his chest. “This means forever!”

Scoffing, you shake your head; “no, Eli. Not anymore.” And he’s stunned silent at the tone, the emotionlessness of your voice as you simply turn, picking up the speed in your step.

You’re glad he doesn’t see the tears in your eyes, as you sniffle and wipe at your cheeks desperately. The ache in your heart was painful, so incredibly so, and you practically wanted to collapse on the spot. He’d meant so much to you, you’d liked him for so long, but you’d been naïve to his change. And no matter how much you loved him, you couldn’t excuse that behaviour.

And you’d though that’d be it.

You’d see Hawk in the hallways, but adamantly avoid his gaze, even though you could feel his on yours.

You’d stick close to Demetri, and by default, Miguel and Sam and the rest of the karate boys. You’d try to stay out of the drama, despite how often you heard of it, but deliberately stayed neutral when it mattered. You didn’t care anymore, about any of it.

Karate is what had taken Eli away from you, and because of that, you hated it.

Even if hating it was such a silly thing.

It continued on like that for a while. There was a semblance of peace, at least in your world, until suddenly Eli came waltzing through the halls, into the lunchroom, with Demetri right by his side.

At first you’d been worried he was bullying him again, until you saw Demetri let out a laugh, and you realized you’d missed something incredibly important.

When the two reached the table, Hawk’s smile falters and Demetri turns to you nervously.

“Y/N--”

“What is he doing here?”

You absolutely refuse to meet his gaze.

Demetri glances at Hawk, lips parting, then falling shut, before parting once more.

“Well, you see... Eli-- Hawk, he’s... he’s on our side now.”

There was really no other way to say it.

And despite yourself, you find yourself glancing over at Hawk, his gaze already on your own, hopeful. His lips part to say something when you turn to him, but you’re suddenly standing, slamming your lunch tray on the table. 

“You forgive him that easily?”

“Well, he--he apologized and I mean, more than that happened, but--”

You’re walking off before either of them can say anything more.

You avoid the both of them after that. Despite numerous attempts the both of them make to talk to you.

You don’t care, you repeat like a mantra in your head, about any of it. About Eli, about karate, about this stupid little war going on between the dojos, about either of them.... and you certainly don’t care about the way Eli all but broke your heart, You don’t care even when you remember how it used to be, about the first time you kissed, about how it felt to have him close...

And when Eli comes into school with no mohawk, and all that’s left is the image of Eli, your Eli once again, you absolutely do not feel your heart start to race. It doesn’t make you look twice, and you certainly don’t notice that familiar look of uncertainty and shyness back in his gaze. You don’t notice the slight bruise around his neck, or the way he huddles into himself like he used to.

And you most definitely don’t want to go up to him and hug him and tell him it’ll be alright--

Nope. Absolutely not do you care.

So, when a boy named Josh asks you to prom, you ignore the thought that you’d much rather go with Eli and say yes. And you certainly don’t pick out a dress that reminds you of the soft baby blue of Eli’s eyes, or think of what style of dress you remember hearing him say he liked on you. You don’t think about Eli wearing a matching bow tie to prom with you, because Josh’s black one is simple but nice enough.

And when your parents wonder why it isn’t Eli that’s taking you to prom, it takes all your nerve not to cry on the spot.

So, yes, you do care. But you won’t admit it, and it doesn’t matter any more anyways.

Until Josh is a complete dick, it turns out, and ditches you for his stupid friends five minutes into the after party. He’d refused to dance with you all night, as well, and you’re honestly ready to just leave at that point.

Which you would’ve, had Eli not shown up in front of you.

“I just wanted to... no, needed to-- well, not need to but felt that I should...--” He huffs, closing his eyes for a moment before meeting yours, smiling softly. “I just wanted to say I think you look beautiful tonight.”

Why did your heart have to flutter because of such silly, simply words?

Licking your lips, you nod; “thank you, Eli-- sorry, Hawk.”

“No, no!” He rushes out, almost too quickly. “Eli... Eli’s good. I like... I like it when you call me Eli.”

The words are so simple, but you blink at the sincerity behind them. 

Maybe Demetri was right when he’d said that Eli had changed.

“Oh,” you mumble, fiddling with your fingers. Not sure what else to say, you can’t help but note; “the... you look good with the new... with the new haircut. I think it suits you,” then, a bit quieter, you add; “I always thought it did.”

He rubs at his head, cheeks warming slightly; “yeah, well... I figured the hawk was getting a little old.”

That’s definitely not the reason why, but you don’t argue.

There’s a moment of silence, and then suddenly, he’s blurting out; “would you like to come with me?”

“Come with you?”

“This parties boring,” he shrugs, hope in his gaze, “maybe you’d like to come hang with me for a bit? Like... Like we used to?”

And you want to say yes, every single part of you wants to. But you can’t. You just can’t.

“I’m sorry,” you rush out, the words choked, “I just...--”

You’re pushing past him, leaving without another word.

Eli watches you, a frown marring his lips.

But you regret it the second you leave. You keep thinking back to that moment, wishing you’d said yes and hadn’t let your nerves get the best of you. You’d been wrong, so wrong, Eli had changed, he was trying to better himself like you’d begged him to.

It wasn’t fair to hold what he’d done against him when he was trying so hard.

But it’s difficult to muster up the words at school, and before you know it, you find yourself at the All Valley tournament, watching Eli and only him like you had last time. You keep trying to find the moment to talk to him, to explain you were sorry and proud of him and that you still liked him... hell, you maybe even loved him.

And when you see Kyler walk up to him, your legs are moving before you can stop yourself.

“Don’t listen to him,” you huff, slightly breathless as Eli’s eyes fall on you. “He... He’s just a bully, and that’s all he’ll ever be.”

“Yeah, well, so am I.”

“You were,” you swallow thickly, shaking your head. “But... Eli, I was wrong... wrong for ignoring you and not believing you.” Stepping closer to him, until you’re able to reach for his hand, threading your fingers through his own and squeezing. “You’re trying to be better, I know now. And you’re not a bully.”

But he’s still frowning. 

“I don’t know who I am.”

Hand falling on his cheek, cupping it gently, you pull his gaze on you.

“You’re Eli, Hawk... whatever you want to be,” you smile brightly, eyes shining. “But one thing I know, is you’re the boy I like... I like you so much...”

The words come out breathless, and Eli’s eyes flood with hope before you’re pressing your lips against his. He responds instantly, hands falling on your waist as he tugs you close, and your arms wrap around his neck, only pulling away when you’re breathless, voice a mere whisper as you echo;

“and you’re the one whose going to win this tournament, I'm sure of it.”

He glances to his right, at Kyler whose standing on the mat, ready for the match, before he meets your gaze, grinning brightly.

“Damn fucking right.”

[justtcreatingg]

series masterlist

cobra kai:

shadow of yourself:

season one:

welcome to the losers (part one)

[cordonian-literature]

wip wednesday :)

hi y’all so i wasn’t tagged (whoops broke the rules) and it’s still kinda early in the day but i wanted to make this post because i’ve been working on a few other fics and wanted to share :)

i’ve been finishing up Aftermath - the reason it’s taking me so long to post chapters is because i initially had a very sad ending planned. i weeped when i was rereading it because i’ve gotten emotionally attached to the characters (what a surprise) and am now rewriting a happier ending. i think there’s like... 3 chapters left (don’t quote me on that, i’m a mess and it could change, but its unlikely).

there’s also two other fic ideas that i had. the first one kinda throws canon out the window - but there are still some elements, like Bertrand and Savannah’s relationship (though it’s extremely altered), the assassination with Olivia’s parents, Godfrey & Barthelemy’s treason... it’s just changed, like Queen Eleanor’s story is different, Leo doesn’t abdicate, Liam and Drake never really became best friends, and MC (Klara/Claire Brooks) leads a double life, keeping both men (and families) away from each other

the second one throws TRH 3 in the trash (even though it already is kinda trash, haha). this would take place during the last chapter of TRH 2 and throw the whole vote stuff out the window - because the farther we go with that, the less it makes sense. basically, Auvernal kidnaps the heir, Barthelemy is involved in it, and Liam and MC (i’m keeping her as Riley Brooks for this one) along with the gang do everything they can to get her back (obviously why wouldn’t they). i thought it would be interesting putting a part of it in the heir’s point of view, since those were kinda funny in some of the recent chapters. nothing too dark or serious (i mean yeah the heir getting kidnapped is serious, but you know what i mean. besides that, there are no major trigger warnings)

both these fics will most likely flop, but i had fun with these ideas and wanted to share

so here we go

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The Aftermath - Chapter 32

When Bastien enters, his eyes widen as they rest on Boris. He gives Olivia a look.

“Drake,” she tells him, hoping that would be enough of an answer. Bastien frowns. Olivia didn’t know why Drake had done this either. The fool hadn’t given her any information as to what this man had done. Where was she even supposed to start?

Now she was really wishing she had called Jacob to give her a background check.

“So,” she begins, pacing in front of Boris. Bastien was at full attention, closely watching both of them. “What happened between you and Drake?”

Boris spits blood to the opposite side of the room. It drips down the wall. “Call the bastard in here. Tell him to explain.” His accent is thick and his voice is tried.

I probably should, she thinks to herself.

Bastien gives Olivia another look. She nods at him.

“Let us shift the conversation,” Bastien begins. “Can I ask how long you’ve known Lady Riley or her late husband?”

“How is that important?” Boris questions.

“Just curious.” Bastien’s voice remains level.

Boris sighs, then leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. “Potter. I met him in college. He introduced me to Riley-”

“I’m sorry,” Bastien interrupts him. “Who is ‘Potter’?”

“The lovely Theodore Blaise.” Boris lets out a rueful chuckle. “You have not seen him in person? The idiot looks like Harry Potter. Stupid glasses, stupid hair.”

“Alright,” Bastien stops him again. “Continue. When did he introduce you to Riley?”

“New York. That one year. I was visiting before I had to go to... Switzerland? Sweden? One of the two. It was lifetime ago. Can’t remember everything.” He pauses to look around the room. “She was... with your King. We saw her in the park. Theo wanted to see her. We waited for the king to leave her before he went up to her hotel.”

Olivia knew that he was talking about the last night Riley had been with the court. But Boris was drawing out the conversation. She didn’t like how slow Bastien was approaching this. Olivia wanted to draw a knife — she had a new one she was itching to use — and force the answers out of him.

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Until the End - Prologue

A/N: also i made a thing for this series. it’s not a moodboard. idk what its called. like a banner or whatever? i felt creative and made it. i’ll probably end up making a moodboard too. there are three parts of the series, each part has seven/eight chapters. anyway this looks kinda wack i might not even use it

As we near the stairs, Olivia Nevrakis chases after Maxwell Beaumont, who tumbles down the steps.

“Why are you running?!” Olivia cries after the boy, a long object in her hand.

“Because you have a stick!” he cries after almost tripping over his short, chubby legs.

“What am I gonna do, hit you with it?”

“YES?!” Maxwell screams, a confused and fearful tone in his voice.

As the two reach the bottom of the stairs, Liam emerges from another corridor, laughing after his friends. His hair is a whorl on his head, and his cheeks are flushed pink.

“Hello, Mother!” he says. My son hugs my waist, then reaches to hug his father, but Constantine has already walked on.

I take the boy’s hand and we follow after the King. Near the entrance of the palace stands a man in guard’s uniform, a woman in a denim dress, and two small children.

“Eleanor, Liam,” Constantine begins. “I would like for you two to be introduced to a new member of our security team. Jackson Walker, his wife Bianca, and their children, Drake and Savannah.”

“A pleasure, Your Majesties,” Jackson says as he and his wife bow respectfully. The little girl blinks up at me while Drake looks between Liam and I.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Liam!” My son holds out his hand to Drake.

Constantine audibly coughs. Liam’s hand falls to his side, and his smile falls as well. I knew that the differences in status would not allow Liam to interact with the boy so improperly, but they are just children. I didn’t think there was a reason for such excessive formality.

Bianca slightly nudges her son. In a monotone voice, Drake greets, “Nice to meet you, Prince Liam.”

Liam’s expression lifts. I send a smile in Bianca’s direction, and she hesitantly returns it. Jackson holds eye contact with me a moment longer, a wide grin stretching his face.

Constantine grabs our attention again. “Jackson, you will be primarily working on my wife’s security team. Now if you’ll excuse us, we are expected at dinner. My head of security, Bastien, will lead you through the rest of your orientation. After dinner, you’ll be able to speak to my wife and receive any orders she has for you.”

“Yes, Sire,” Jackson bows his head again, and Constantine leads us away.

Godfrey and his family, along with the Beaumonts, Olivia, and Leo are already seated. They all stand quickly as Constantine comes into the room, giving polite bows.  

The moment we sit, there’s a flurry of activity as the servants set our plates in front of us. Adelaide sips on her wine absently. Annabelle fusses over Maxwell, who has cookie crumbs on his fingers and face. Madeleine attempts to get Leo’s attention, but he laughs with Bertrand, the boys giving each other impish smiles. Olivia converses with Liam, taking on a gentle demeanor compared to how she behaved with Maxwell.

“Hostilities between Monterisso and Auvernal are increasing by the day,” I hear Godfrey mention to Constantine.

“The whole of Europe expects them to break out in war,” Barthelemy adds.

“Monterissian and Auvernese citizens anticipate some sort of peace treaty,” Godfrey continues. The men speak as if they are one unit, with one mind. “But other nations have already begun taking sides.”

“The King of Hidar is siding with Monterisso.” Barthelemy motions for a servant to bring him more wine. “But there are rumors that he is only doing so after receiving threats.”

“Most nations are waiting for Cordonia and Monaco for their decisions for who to ally with.”

When Barthelemy and Godfrey finish filling Constantine’s ears, they return to the food on their plates, staring down as if nothing else in the world concerned them. Constantine chews slowly, visibly considering their words.

“Monterisso has always kept a neutral face when it comes to Cordonian issues,” the King mentions. “They have never asked or hinted towards alliance. They are not many nations who ally with them at all.”

“So you must admit,” Barthelemy finishes chewing, “that allying with them instead of Auvernal makes a bad impression—”

“—and reduces the chance of alliances with other nations,” Godfrey finishes with him.

“How so?” I speak up. The three men turn their heads to look at me. No one else at the table pays attention to the conversation, but as their eyes burn in my direction — aggressive looks from the Dukes, while my husband raises an eyebrow at me — I want to take back my words.

But I do no such thing. After more than seven years of marriage, I had become accustomed to Godfrey and Barthelmey shutting down the advice I gave to my husband. This instance is no different.

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The Lion and the Heir - short series - Prologue

A/N: just as a heads up, i laughed while writing this. like i wrote this just for a good laugh and wanted to share. my friend sent me a writing prompt about a kid’s wild imagination and she thought it was funny and sent it to me (i sent her this same passage and we both laughed our heads off reading parts of it) so what i’m trying to say is that thinking this is terrible and cringe-worthy is understandable - i cringed at this myself and am very scared to post this lol, and might not even continue it. yes i made a moodboard thing. yes i laughed while making it. goodbye.

"Is everything well, Mommy?" I ask. Instead of answering me, again she attempts to silence me! I repeat my question, but this time the man tells me to silent myself.

Did they not know who they were speaking to? Perhaps I was interrupting something. Was there a lesson to be learned somewhere in this? I wish that Daddy were present at this meeting. Though most of his explanations were gibberish, he would at least attempt to make me understand.

The man walks towards me. He reaches his hands out to carry me, but I do not know this man! And he was quite stinky! I do not like him. I smack his hands away, and he takes a step back.

"With all due respect," I try to explain to him, "please introduce yourself before any forward actions. They are most unwelcoming. Your Princess does not appreciate this behavior."

He turns to my suspicious mother and says something in gibberish. I frown, for the language barrier does not mean that my subjects may disobey my wishes in such a manner!

Suspicious Mommy takes off the shield that was over her eyes. I find that it is NOT Mommy! Though they look similar, their differences are too contrasting. This woman's eyes were a tad sharper. She was too aware of me, and did not seem comfortable in my presence.

"Shhh sh shhh," she goes again, trying to pick me up, but I allow my short legs to fall from under me. My behind hits the mattress, and I feel my friend, General Lion, against my hand.

"Is everything well, Your Highness?" my trusty General says to me. "Is there anything I can do to be of service?"

"Dismiss this woman from my presence!" I command him.

"But... but that is Mommy!" he cries.

This woman was good in her disguise. She had fooled my trusted advisor!

"Believe me, General, it is not!" I tell him. "She has fooled us!"

"And she is trying to take you away?" he observes.

"Yes!" I am suddenly aware of what is happening. The woman begins to reach for me. "Quick!" I say, panic swelling in my chest. I had to do something about this, but all my heart is telling me to do is cry! I have to take more serious measures than that! "What am I to do?"

"Uh... uh..." General Lion looks around the crib, before he reaches out to me. "Take a hold of my paw!"

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putting my Aftermath taglist because that’s the only one i have :) - y’all can see what’s happening in the next chapter & these other fics. if you’re interested in any (besides Aftermath) let me know! if you don’t interact or anything, i’ll leave you on the Aftermath taglist and won’t remove or add you anywhere :)

(also, people probably know this but just a gentle reminder, the only reason i don’t reply to comments is because this is a sideblog. i see them all though, so don’t worry. i just don’t want to confuse people by replying from my main blog or anything :) anyway let me stop trailing off)

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^if anyone from this list wants to do the WIP Wednesday thing, feel free!!

[demivampirew]

Hello, your work is incredible and i Love to read your storys. I Hope i don‘t bother you but would it be possible for you to write a story about jacob bertrand where the reader is older than him but he falls in love with her. She is also in love with him but afrait becouse of the age difference. Sorry that my english is so terribble :(

Stay healthy and save and i wish you all the best :)

Hi!! Thank you so much, sweetie! 😊 🥰  I have to be honest, I don’t think that I’m the right person to write that story because I honestly don’t know who he is 😅 (I’ve googled him and saw that he’s on the movie Ready Player One and Cobra Kai and I haven’t watched any of those movies/shows ) Have you tried to look on his tag? I’ve heard that those projects have a big following so probably there are people on those fandoms writing. You could also try to post your request and tag him to see if any fans would take your request. I’d do it but tbh I didn’t even know he existed until you mentioned him to me (and he’s way too young for me so it’s a bit hard for me to write a romace about someone that young). Honestly, I only write for Henry and his characters (and occasionally for Chris Evans too) I hope you find someone who can write your request or at least some cool fics of him. Good luck, sweetie! 🤞 🙌 Again, thank you for your lovely compliment and also hope you stay safe, too!!

[beatricebidelaire]

ok so!!!!!! jacob snicket played bridge ........ i feel absolutely delighted at finding this during my reread. and like, maybe lemony was too young when jacob was still around to have learnt bridge from him, maybe kit and jacques weren’t, so i’m definitely deciding that kit learned from her father!!! 

anyway as i’ve already wrote several headcanons in my hotel denouement bridge session tag and a full fic where nothing happens except kit and r and bertrand and frank or ernest played bridge in a room in hotel denouement i feel absolutely validated right now, like the feeling when you found your highly self indulgent fics actually have some canon backup (not directly, per say, but still!)

anyway when k&r&b&f(e) were playing bridge at the hotel denouement k sometimes remembered jacob, and like even if when he taught her she was really small and they hadn’t gotten to too much besides the basic, she still thought of him sometimes

[midnight-writing]

Love and Other Lies Pt.2

Pairing: Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Reader

Series: Cobra Kai (Starts at the end of season 2)

Pt.: 2/? (Pt. 1)

Summary: During Moon’s party Hawk needs a girlfriend fast and you get dragged into his lie. (Starts during the end of season 2 beware of spoilers)

Word Count: 1,027

Warnings: Mentions of blood and minor wounds

A/N: Thank you so much for all the notes on the first part! :D. I hope you all enjoy this part just as much if not more.

Well, lunch never happened.

Whatever happened at the party last night spurred another fight between the local karate dojos. Even though you were supposed to be dating one of the boys involved, you decided it was best to stay out of the fight. Even when your best friend and ‘boyfriend’ started throwing fists. From your spot in the crowd it was a bit difficult to see who was winning, then glass shattered. You managed to finally squeeze your way to the front to find out who was the cause of the broken trophy case.

Demetri had managed to shove Hawk into it and now he sat there covered in glass. Before much else could happen everyone went quiet then a scream sounded out.

Here you were now, standing in front of Eli as he sat on a bench in the nurse’s office. Those who didn’t need to be taken to the hospital were told to go to the nurse’s room if needed. You dragged Hawk there to help with the glass, despite his reluctance and worry for Miguel. Fortunately, Demetri had left a few minutes ago and wouldn’t feel the need to question your actions.

“Did any glass fall inside your shirt?” You asked, you’d seen the way he’d fallen and you knew that it was at least a possibility. He handed you his jacket which you gently shook out over the trash. By the time you turned back around he’d already taken his shirt off. You took it and shook it over the bin too. Once finished, you set it next to him then gave his torso a once over. Grabbing an alcohol prep pad you cleaned off a couple spots before walking behind him to check his back too. It was hard to tell because of his tattoo but, from what you could tell, there were no cuts.

“Looks good to me,” you replied as you walked back in front of him to focus on his face.

“Why are you doing this?” the red-haired boy asked in a hushed tone as you picked the remaining glass off his hair. “Wouldn’t it look suspicious if I didn’t help my boyfriend?” You replied in an equally soft voice. “Just hurry up okay?” He spoke as you held a cotton pad soaked in rubbing alcohol against his cheek, touching a few different spots. The nurse was helping other students so you figured you’d get started with everything you could help with. You weren’t sure what would require stitches but the glass had caused some minor cuts along his face, those you could deal with.

Once you did all that you could you waited outside the room. The school nurse looked him over and soon a paramedic ended up arriving to help out due to the amount of injured students… and teachers…

You waited outside as they gave him stitches, he walked out holding an ice pack to his chin which he promptly tossed in the trash once he was out of the nurse’s view. You would’ve questioned it but you knew his likely answer: ‘Ice packs were for the weak’, or something along those lines at least.

Both of you agreed to discuss the terms later. Miguel was more important to him for the time being and you understood that.

You two texted sparingly, mostly just trying to figure out a meeting time. He was busy with Cobra Kai and you were busy with plans you’d made with Demetri.

You both decided to spend some time at the mall the weekend before your ‘second first day of school’. It was around three when you guys were making your most important stop, according to Demetri, the comic book store. He was looking over a collection of comics when you caught sight of a red Mohawk outside the shop window.

You heard the ding of a notification, you reached for your phone but paused when Demetri spoke up, “My mom wants me home, are we good to go?” He replied and you turned your focus from the large window back to your best friend. “Yeah, did you find the one you were looking for?” You asked, looking down toward the small pile in his hand, wow it had accumulated fast. He nodded with a smile, “Maybe next weekend you can hang out and catch up on the series?” He offered to which you agreed.

You two went to the checkout then walked out of the store and toward an exit. After exchanging goodbyes you looked down at your phone. You we’re about to text for a ride when your phone was pulled out of your hand. “Ya know, when we were texting it made me realize that we probably need to change our contact names,” Hawk spoke as you watched him scroll through your phone, presumably looking for his contact.

You tried to take your phone from him but he just turned his back to you. “We haven’t even made our agreement yet,” you argued. “Then what was that act after school then?” He had a point. He turned back toward you and handed you your phone. “You’re kidding right?” You raised an eyebrow at the silly name.

“What? It’s the same one Moon used,” he looked down at the phone screen. “We’ll I’m not Moon and the moment one of my friend’s sees that, they’re going to know something’s up,” you shook your head and edited it to your liking. “There,” you showed him.

You then took a second to change your name on his phone. It was something you thought was sweet but not too out of character for the boy.

“What are you doing here anyway?” You ask him, you knew he’d seen you with Demetri. “I just needed to grab some things,” he replied, holding the plastic bag away from your view, then continued, “Do you have time to talk about our deal?” You did.

Once situated at a cafeteria table, both sipping some soda, you opened the notes app on your phone and began.

“Alright, my main condition…,” you looked up from your phone to him, “You have to lay off Demetri for the duration of our relationship,” he frowned, you could tell he didn’t like that. “Fine,” he huffed. “And,” he looked at you incredulously, “I can tell Demetri the truth if I see fit,” he grimaced, “That snitch will tell everyone,” I crossed my arms. “He’s not a snitch…okay maybe he can be, but I’ll make sure he doesn’t,” you pleaded. Fortunately, he agreed but made a point that it would only be done when absolutely necessary.

You discussed a few other things like attending movie night with his friends, needing to go to the Halloween Dance, if it doesn’t get canceled, that is.

“Alright, sign here,” you slid your phone over to him. He chuckled, “Seriously?” You gave him a look to let him know that you were indeed serious. “Alright, whatever you want…,” you took the phone back after and added your own signature. Then you shared it with him. “So when does this all start?” You asked as you both stood up.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder as a small group of teens walked up, “Now…call it practice”.

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