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gemini-sensei · 8 months
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hawk x squirter reader but he doesn't know she squirts until a random night that the two of you are having sex and it happens and hawk is like 😮😍
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When Hawk makes his girlfriend squirt for the very first time in her life, he's literally in awe 😍 just watching her thighs shake as she squirts and makes a mess all over the place. He doesn't even care that her cunt has effectively pushed his cock out of her. He's just in total awe, watching her soak the sheets and him.
"Fuck, that was hot," he tells her and pushes back into her. She moans hotly, gripping the sheets between her fingers tight. He starts pounding away at her cunt even though she's not finishing coming yet. All he wants to do is feel her squeeze him like that and it's so hot. "Fuuuck! Fuck, you're amazing!"
After they finish up, she admits that it was the first time she ever squirt and it boosts his ego. He wants to do it again asap because he knows he can make her squirt now and that makes him feel like he's on tip of the world.
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s1ater · 2 years
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unprofessional help.
pairings. robby keene x fem!reader
about. you dislocated your shoulder, robby has to pop it back into place.
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warnings. injury (dislocated shoulder), swearing
ricky rocks. wrote this A LONG TIME ago, but didn’t finish. it’s basically a crack-fic because there’s no purpose to the story.
“okay, just take a deep breath, alright?”
his words didn’t stop the whining coming all the way from the back of your throat, deep breathy whines that drawed out into groans of deep, deep pain.
“y/n, breathe,” he whsipered, now looking directly into your eyes, realizing you were holding your breath, trying to make yourself pass out, trying to make it all go away.
he slowly pushed you to the ground on your stomach, making you yell, both his hands on your dislocated shoulder pressing hard but carefully.
“robby—robby, i cant do this, i cant do this,” you stuttered out his name, breathy and all caught up in your throat as your chest rumbled up in down. your eyes were wide with terror as they connected with his, just as freaked out, screaming out, but he kept it calm as he pulled it slowly, like he was preparing himself to pop it back into place.
“y/n, you have to-“
“robby no!”
“your shoulder is dislocated. i need to pop it back into place,” the reality of the situation seem to hit you the moment he said those words, his eyes piercing yours with sympathy but harshness. you winced, resisting the urge to cry as the pain surged through your body in large waves. “it’s going to hurt, but i’m trying to help you. it’ll hurt a lot less.”
you bit the inside of your cheek, slowly pulling your eyes from his, settling onto the ground. you became very hyper aware of everything that you were feeling and any slight movement that would shift through your bones.
robby was straddling, pinning you tightly to the ground as he mentally prepared for this himself. he had never put a shoulder back in its place, but he had seen it done before.
“y/n, you’ll be fine. guys at the skatepark have this happen all the time to them. once they get popped into place, they’re good as new,” his version of reassurance made your stomach slightly settle; he could tell by the way your body became more relaxed. “you ready?”
you nodded your head.
“i need you to say it aloud, are you ready?”
“yes, yes, robby, just please make the pain stop,” you spoke frantically, slightly squirming beneath his light movement. “just do it!”
he pops it into place right as you yell out your sentence, but it finishes out in a strangle cry.
“good girl,” he breathes out, relieved, placing his hand against your head in a encouraging way, “good, y/n. now let’s get you some actual medical help.”
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ambcass · 4 months
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can you do cobra kai characters with a cheerleader gf reader??
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should be studying but...
a/n: im deadass ab to passout bru but wtvr i havent posted ina while ig... inbox is open btw :3 also this is not proof read D:
SPECIAL TAGS TO: @yippeeyoppee AND @humilityshown
ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ:
ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ: ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ: ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ:
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Miguel! tried to make it obvious that he liked Reader but she mistook his feelings for friendship. Poor baby got friend-zoned so many times because of how obvious Reader was:( One time, Miguel bought Reader followers (specifically roses) before their school's rally and Reader told him what of a supportive friend he was. But he didn't give up. He tried his hardest to let Reader know that he liked her, regardless if she felt the same way back, he would have gotten the message sent out. Reader did her fair share of kindness though. When she can, she'd go to the dojo Miguel is in and cheer him on like it was just practice.
Reader was so relieved when Miguel expressed his feelings towards her. She always thought that he was just being nice and that his actions shouldn't get into her head. Miguel brought her a basket he made with all the things she liked (candy, stuffed animals, drinks, etc.) and a lego flower bouquet.
Miguel! always goes to Reader's rallies to cheer her on. After the rallies, he would praise her on how good she did and how she should consider doing karate with him. He's scared that she'll get hurt but he knows that she can do it.
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Eli! first laid eyes on Reader when the cheer squad was practicing after school. He saw a cute girl land a cartwheel with a smile and knew he was in love. He was just "Eli" when he met Reader but as soon as he turned into "Hawk" he automatically turned into a cocky bastard. He grew closer with her and always tried impressing Reader with his Karate moves but she wasn't always impressed. Many girls had a thing for Eli and tried making a move with him but it never worked. He would always find a way to sneak you back into his conversations.
Eli! confessed to you when the two of them were at a party and he was so drunk he just started talking random shit. Reader couldn't care less about what he was saying until her name was brought up. She took out her phone and started recording whatever he was about to say.
"Reader is the girl I have a crush on. Don't tell her though...I'm just so jealous of those ass jocks that she has to cheer for. She's so pretty, smart, and independent. Gosh, I wish she was mine."
Eli! had a smug look on his face but reeked of alcohol. Reader smiled and flicked Eli's forehead, telling him to go to sleep. He replied with "Yes, ma'am" and did as told. She kissed him on the forehead and slept beside him. When the both of them woke up, Reader showed Eli the recording and asked him if there was anything he would like to tell her. He was so shy but he was able to admit his feelings for her. The two then shared a passionate kiss and cuddled for a long time before someone told them to get off the couch. Hey, they were still at a party after all.
Eli! always asks Reader to accompany him to parties. Not only does that keep the unwanted girls away from Eli, but he feels he's safe when he's keeping Reader safe. Plus he wants to have fun with his girl, maybe have a drink or two. The only thing he absolutely hates is when older guys, guys that aren't even in high school anymore, try to hit on Reader like she doesn't have a boyfriend that is ready to kick ass with her. Otherwise, Eli wouldn't ask any girl in the world to party with him but his one and only girlfriend.
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Robby! didn't think he would have a chance with her. Due to his financial and overall living conditions, he didn't think it was possible. Reader was just too popular for him. Any interactions with her would result in Robby trying to hide his feelings but he fails every time with the pink shade that appears on his cheeks and that soft smile he always gives Reader when he talks to her is all it'll take to make Reader realize that he wants to be more than friends with her.
Robby! asked Reader to be his girlfriend in the most romantic way possible. He got tips from Daniel and TRUST me when I say that they worked. Which really surprised Reader since how closed off Robby usually was Robby and Reader were hanging out during the Fourth of July at a park waiting for the fireworks show to start. He brought chips, sodas, and a handwritten note. A few seconds before the show started, he handed the note to her and asked her to open it. The note read, "Roses are red. Violets are blue. The sky is beautiful but not as beautiful as you". As she read the note, the fireworks started to bang. She looked at Robby with so much awe as he asked, "Reader, may I please be your boyfriend?" She cupped his face and Robby leaned in for a kiss. A kiss under the fireworks.
Reader doesn't mind at all that Robby doesn't take her to big fancy dates. In fact, she prefers small dates instead of big ones such as crafting, picnics, or even hanging in his house. Well, his mom's house. The second you two hang out in Johnny's small ass apartment, then Johnny would burst into the room while handing Robby a condom and asking him to stay safe. Reader can't stop laughing every time this happens. Robby is just annoyed that his dad thinks he would do sexual activities in his house.
"Better safe than sorry" Johnny threw a condom packet at Robby and closed the door shut. Robby's face turned red and threw the condom in the trash. Reader was just there cackling non-stop while Robby seemed like he didn't want to talk to his dad ever again.
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Demetri! like Robby didn't think that Reader would ever like him back at all. His little phase with Yasmine faded quickly when he found out what a bitch Yasmine was to literally everyone (pls pretend that this is canon). He was just a nerdy lanky freak who hung out with the "boy with the lip" who later left him just to be cool. Reader was there for Demetri when Eli left him. She wanted him to be beside her at all times. Reader invited Demetri to watch her practice. When he does come, he would sit on the bleachers reading comics or doing homework. Anytime he sees a couple in the comic book he's reading, he would imagine that it's you two together, fighting crime. (or wtvr they're doing)
Demetri! is a shy baby and was practically clueless about how to ask Reader out. He thought of everything but he was either doing too little or too much. He didn't want her to think he was a loser geek that everyone made fun of. He wanted to be more than that. More than what everyone pictures him to be. His confession was simple. He slid a note into your locker stating that you should meet him after school, in the fields for something.
Once reader got there, she was in her cheer uniform and holding her silly pom poms. Demetri looked down at her with a deep blush and it was easy to make out that he was sweating. Demetri couldn't get his words out but before he was able to make words out, Reader cut him off,
"Would you like to go out sometime?" She asked him. A shocked expression appeared on his face. "Uhm sure, ya'know I was gonna ask you that". He was smiling hard, like really hard. Reader chuckled and held out her hand. "Well Demetri, care to accompany me in practice," she said in an old-fashioned tone. He held her hand in response, "Why yes Reader, I would love to" he raised his brow and the two laughed it off walking back to the gym.
People didn't get why Reader would date someone like Demteri but she didn't care. Any time he came back from Comic-Con and bought something back for her, she'd wear it to school. Her friends would look at her funny and ask "Why would you wear nerdy shit like that? You look like a geek" but Reader wouldn't care and that's what Demetri loved about her the most. Just because she was popular, it didn't mean that she couldn't be herself around her friends. Demetri loved teaching Reader nerdy things about him, such as the difference between DC and Marvel, which animes were "peak", and board games to play. Sometimes Reader would try to teach him how to do stunts but that obviously results him into ripping his pants.
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iloveslllycatss · 11 months
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Can I request an Eli Moskowitz before he was Hawk, where he has a crush on his lab partner who is a kinda quiet but hangs out with the rich popular kids because she's a rich kid too but she's super sweet, if that's OK
𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨
𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 𝘦𝘭𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘬𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘻 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 𝘕𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏
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✯ you were popular
✯ your friends were sam, moon and yasmin
✯ and it just so happened, eli ‘kid with the lip’ had a BIG FAT CRUSH on you, his lab partner
✯ every time you’d talk to him, he would FOLD
“um eli? could you please move your hand so i can grab that?”
“o- OH UM y-yeah sorry”
✯ ik it’s weird to type stuttering but he FR BE STUTTERING
✯ he was fr surprised that u weren’t a brat like the other rich popular girls..
✯ one time, you went through the ‘dating kyler’ phase…… 
✯ but when you saw kyler bullying eli?
✯ you stood up for him, which just made eli FALL MORE IN LOVE.
✯ he was a sweet boy while you two were partners
✯ you were always so nice to him, he didn’t know why
✯  like he’s always thinking ‘you’re popular, im not. why are u being so nice????’
✯ so then one day he asks you
“hey, y/n. why are u always so nice to me?”
“huh, wym?”
“well all the other popular people usually just ignore weirdos like me yk?”
“i don’t like to judge people before i talk to them, eli. and for the record, i think you’re pretty cool”
✯ he FOLDED 
✯ in class, he would always try to graze your hand by ‘accident’
✯ touching knees under the table.
✯  the first time you two ACTUALLY BONDED
✯ it was whenever you hadn’t ate anything one time in class
✯ and he offered you a candy
“hey, y/n… do you want this?”
“what? no no no keep it, eli. it’s yours :)” 
“just take it, y/n”
✯ it wasn’t much, but to him it was worth it, he got to see your pretty smile 
✯ after that day, he’d bring u a candy every day
✯  you never let the other kids call him weird or anything, you always stood up for him
✯  when he finally learned karate, all he could think about was impressing you with it
“y/n watch this”
✯ in conclusion, man’s was head over heels for u fr
✯  and so am i 🤭 
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i hope i did you justice, anon… i tried i swear 😞
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@/ilovesillycats
plz don’t copy my work 😞
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miyagihawk · 1 year
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hi love i really love your writing and i was wondering if you could do an eli "hawk" moskovitz smut where the reader (one year older if you want) gives a blowjob to hawk (you can do sub hawk and some dom reader) of course only if you feel comfortable
hi! lol got to your request super late but i just got motivation to start writing again. thank you, hope you enjoy!
say my name | eli moskowitz x reader
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(ugh this gif. arms!?!?)
warnings: explicit content, 18+ only please! some mention of BDSM. so much teasing ah
summary: contrary to popular belief, eli moskowitz is a sub…
No one would ever guess that Eli, Hawk, Moskowitz loves to be dominated. By you. His whole persona to the public contradicts his submission to you in the bedroom. But you love that it was just a secret between the two of you.
Sure, you love his hand wrapped around your throat as he fucks you relentlessly. And you love when he flips you over by your waist so he could pound into you from behind.
But what feels so, so, right, is when he whines your name and begs for your touch. You in complete control.
“What are you doing?” Hawk looked down at you with playful, knowing eyes, but something dark was lingering in the blue.
“Huh?” you blinked at him innocently, continuing to trace your hand along the waistband of his boxers.
You two were watching a movie, winding down after school. While laying on his chest, your view was not only the tv, but also the imprint of his cock peeking out of his boxers. The sight of it stirred something in you.
Your head rose and fell with his now staggered breathing, as you lowered your hand down to the shape of his length. “Babe,” he moaned, in a warning tone. The point of no return.
Looking up at him, his eyes were dark and full of desire. He wanted you.
“I’m barely touching you. Why so hard already,” you teased. You wrapped your hand lightly around him over his boxers, and you felt it harden even more. His lips parted, heavier breaths leaving his mouth.
You started to move your hand slowly up and down, as you watched his tortured face scrunch up in both pleasure and pain. “J-Just quit the teasing,” he whimpered, sending a shiver down your spine.
“If you’re going to give me orders you can touch yourself,” you pulled your hand away suddenly, making him grab it and put it back where it was. You smiled, loving how much power you had.
“No. I want you to touch me,” Hawk tightened his hand around yours to make you grip his cock and stroke it up and down.
“Please?” you scolded, halting all movement of your hands.
“Please,” he whined out. Satisfied, you pulled his boxers down his legs, making his hard length be revealed to you. Positioning yourself between his legs, you ran your hands up and down his abs.
You leaned down, letting your warm breath fan out on his cock. “Is this what you want?”
He nodded, looking down at you in lust.
“Say yes,” you demanded.
“Yes,” Hawk swallowed, squirming from how swollen his dick was. You let yourself admire his state of utter obedience.
“Good boy,” you gave a singular kiss on his tip, causing him to twitch. “Now before we start, what’s our rule?”
He groaned, hoping you had forgotten the rule just this time. He could barely sputter out his words as you delivered more feathery kisses along his cock. “I…I can’t cum… unless you say I can,” he answered distractedly.
“Good boy,” you approved, and following the two words, beads of pre-cum spilled out of his tip.
You let your tongue catch them at the base of his cock, and you licked all the way until you reached the top. Hawk moaned hotly.
You put his pink tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around. Your hand stroked him up, and down at the same time. “So big, baby,” you purred, before taking more of him in your mouth.
He moaned even louder, encouraging you to bob your head slowly, taking every inch of him into your mouth.
You went faster and faster, and more moans escaped him. Your panties were so wet at his sounds. “Say my name,” you ordered.
“Y/N.” It was heaven, hearing him say it like that. So dirty, and perfect.
“Again,” you said, before putting him back into your mouth.
“Y/N,” he moaned louder.
You could tell he was close by the frequent twitching of his cock in your mouth, and how he grabbed your hair. “Not yet, my love,” you cooed, slowing down on your motions.
“I-I can’t,” Hawk stuttered hopelessly, bucking his hips up for contact with your lips. You dragged your mouth excruciatingly slow, up and down his cock teasingly.
“Not yet.”
He groaned in frustration, concentrating on not letting go. “Please.”
“No,” you denied him, moving your tongue on him in a way that you know really tortures him.
“Y/N,” your name came deep from his throat, making you cave.
“Cum for me,” you kissed his cock, bobbing up and down faster than ever. He cried out, pulling on your hair in the way you love. Hawk’s cum filled your mouth, and you watched as he was catching his breath with closed eyes.
You crawled up from his legs to allow him to wrap his arms around you. “You okay?” you giggled, running your hands through his hair.
“You kill me,” he huffed, a glimpse of a satisfied smile on his face.
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ariesqueencobra · 4 months
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what we used to be |  l
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Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader
Summary: You meet a new kid and your feelings for your best friend are said aloud.
Warnings: mentions of bullying, mentions of slut shaming, implications of violence, implications of strict parents
Word Count: 3k
A/N: Starting my first ever series for Eli! I always wanted to do a series following his story line in the show along with a female character so I did! I'm aware of other series being done like this by other writers on here, but this will be my own unique twist. There are similarities because it does follow the show's storyline but different because of my own interpretations!
I don't consent to this work being copied, translated or reposted.
“If the limit never approaches anything, then the limit does not exist,” you listened to Eli as he helped you with your math homework. “But in this case, it does, so what is it?” he pointed at the problem on the sheet.
“Two?” you furrowed your brows, trying your best not to sound like you were guessing. 
“C’mon, Y/N, you’re in Calculus for a reason,” he encouraged.
“Only because I passed Trig with an 89, they only let me in because of pity,” you frowned. 
Calculus has been your enemy since the beginning of the semester. You really didn’t want to take the class in the first place but your parents had been adamant about you taking higher-level classes. You would’ve been fine filling up your schedule with more creative art classes like ceramics and photography, but that wasn’t the agreement. 
Math and science classes were part of the agreement. 
Thankfully, you had two smart best friends who helped you whenever you had trouble.
“My advice?” Demetri spoke up.
You and Eli glanced at him, a knowing look on both your faces.
To be honest, while you had two best friends, only one was good at helping you out. 
Demetri on the other hand? He had a habit of giving unsolicited advice. But because you loved him, you tolerated and actually encouraged him to hear what he had to say. 
“Rewatch Mean Girls,” he deadpanned. 
You let out a chuckle. “What I’m hearing is, that you guys are agreeing to watch it for our next movie night,” you grinned.
Both boys groaned.
“I’m fine watching your sci-fi, superhero films, but a girl needs her rom coms and chick flicks,” you mused. 
Being the only girl and having vastly different interests compared to the guys, there were moments where you felt outnumbered. Sometimes you have to plead for one movie night to be your pick. 
“I’d be down for Mean Girls this Friday,” Eli shrugged.
You silently clapped your hands, face creeping up with heat when you and Eli made eye contact.
“Demitiri?” you turned your attention to your other best friend.
After a minute, he rolled his eyes, agreeing.
“This Friday, my place,” you grinned. “Both my parents will be having a date night, so we’ll have the place to ourselves,”.
“Are you sure your dad will allow that?” Demetri cocked a brow. “That man is scary and I don’t want to know what will happen when he sees his daughter home alone with two boys,” he shuddered. 
“He won’t mind, he likes you guys,” you attempted to reassure. “Besides, we’re just watching a movie,”.
“We know that, but will he?” Demetri asked in a mix of sarcasm and sincerity. 
“C’mon, my dad isn’t that scary,” you trailed. 
“I-I don’t think he likes me very much,” Eli said quietly. 
“He does,” you straightened up. “Don’t worry about my dad guys, you’ve known him for ten years,” you stated.
You watched as the boys avoided your gaze, the sound of the cafeteria surrounded you when they both fell silent. Leaning back in your seat, you wondered why they were bringing this up now. 
Like he read your mind, Demetri spoke up, “I’m just pointing out an observation I’ve noticed for the last few years. The older we get, the more of a threat your dad thinks we are,” he explained. “Guess it’s the raging teenage hormones!” he gestured with his hands, joking at the end.
Eli’s lips spread out into a smirk.
Relaxing, you shook your head at the way your best friend acted, even though you found the joke to be funny.
For the next few minutes, Eli went on to explain limits to you. You were about to ask a question when a new presence stopped you.
“Hey, can I sit here?” 
You all turned your attention to a kid with dark hair and brown eyes, a tray in his hand as he gestured at the empty seat next to Eli. 
You were about to welcome him until Demitri beat you to it. 
“Check back next semester as you can see we’re entirely booked,” he said sarcastically but the new kid didn’t catch it.
With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he was about to walk away. 
“He’s kidding, you can sit,” you gestured to the empty seat. “I’m Y/N, that’s Demitri and Eli,” you introduced. 
“Miguel,” he nodded.
Just then, Yasmine and her entourage walked passed, causing Miguel to go into a trance. 
You frowned at his reaction. You hated that just cause they were pretty, it forgave all the terrible things they’ve done to your friends and you.
“You’re just torturing yourself,” Demetri warned. “They’re the rich girls”.
“Do you talk to them or…?” Miguel asked.
“Yeah, all the time,” Demetri feigned a smirk. “We hang out after school, make out,” he shrugged. “Eli is homecoming king, and gets laid more than anyone”.
You rolled your lips together, glancing at your lap.
“You pretty much signed away all hopes of losing your virginity before college the moment you sat at this table,” he frowned. 
Comments like that reminded you that boys will be boys. In the sense that virginity is still frowned upon. The societal pressure to lose it before a certain age disgusted you. 
What happened to not conforming to society's rules?
“Oh, great, Yasmine is looking at us,” Eli narrowed in on himself, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “Probably making fun of me”.
“I wouldn’t assume that,” you reassured. “She’s always going to have that nasty look on her face,” you grimaced.
Then you made eye contact with her. 
She whispered something to Moon, causing both of them to burst out laughing. 
You figured she was making fun of you again, calling you a slut or whatever. Dropping your gaze to your food, you checked your phone for the time.
“I gotta go, it was nice meeting you,” you smiled towards Miguel as you got up. 
“What about your homework?” Eli asked.
“I got limits now,” you attempted to reassure but your composure fell when you accidentally looked Yasmine’s way. “Besides I have to get my sketch done before class,” you hoisted your bag over your shoulder. 
Art was your passion. Since you could talk, you could draw. Your best friends might’ve been computer nerds, but you? You were an artistic geek. 
Still, as talented as you were, Yasmine and Moon used that area of your life to make fun of you. Whether it was a silly doodle you drew during class or an actual piece you worked your ass off for class. 
They tried to diminish your spirit with your art, but thankfully you haven’t lost it yet.
Shaking your head to brush the thoughts away, you gulped down the lump in your throat and managed to make your way down the hall to your art class twenty minutes early.
While you were gone from the lunchroom, the conversation at the table shifted, focusing on you.
“Do you like her or something?” Miguel asked Eli.
The awkward boy stilled at the newcomer’s question, opting to fidget with his fingers while staring at his tray. He didn’t think he was being obvious, the only other person who knew of his infatuation with you was Demetri. 
“He’s been in love with her since they met in kindergarten, her too but they’re too scared to admit it,” Demetri answered for him. “I think they’ll get married before either of them admit they do like each other,”.
It was true. 
You liked Eli and Eli liked you.
The moment you laid eyes on him on the playground, that was it for the two of you. But both of you are socially awkward, insecure people…neither of you had the guts to tell each other how you truly feel.
Leaving Demetri to stand and watch at the mutual pining unwind for the last ten years.
“I’m not in love with her,” Eli defended. “Besides, she wouldn’t ever like someone like me,” he folded in on himself. 
“You won’t know if you never strike first,” Miguel tried to reason. 
“Good luck with getting Eli to do that,” Demerit said.
Eli sighed, keeping his gaze down. As much as he wanted to argue, he knew deep down that his friend was right.
~
“Keep this door open,” your dad barked quickly followed by your mother scolding him.
The door had been half-way opened, or half-way closed, when he walked past. He decided it wasn’t to his standards so he made sure the door was wide, banging it against the adjacent wall.
“Sorry,” you said, not looking up from your notebook.
You were sitting in your room, Eli helping you study for your Clac quiz tomorrow. It was a routine for the two of you, hanging out after school and doing homework. Quality time well spent and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 
Sometimes Demetri would join but he decided to play Dungeon Lord after school today. Part of you was happy to hear he wouldn’t be joining.
Especially when that meant you spent more time with Eli. Meaning there would be more brief moments where your shoulders or knees would brush. Which would send butterflies straight to your tummy.
“Miguel seems nice,” Eli shrugged, placing his pen down. “He mentioned something about karate, he wants all of us to join,” he smiled lightly.
“Really?” you smirked. “What did Demetri say to that?” you laughed, knowing he had some highlighted opinions about it.
“Wasn’t on board, but I don’t know,” he glanced down. “Maybe it could be fun,” he said.
“If you want to,” you passed him a smile. “It’d be nice to see you kick Kyler’s ass for once,” you sighed, glancing at the problem in your book.
You missed the way he frowned but he continued, “You should join too,”. 
“Me?” your eyes widened and you glanced up to meet his gaze. 
“Yeah,” he cracked a grin. One that was big and genuine, something that only happened in front of you or Demetri. “You’d be great at kicking ass too,” he reasoned. 
“In my dreams,” you huffed out a laugh. “I can barely do a push-up,” you shook your head. 
“Maybe just think about it,” he suggested.
“Okay, I will,” you nodded. “So, how am I doing?” you licked your lips. 
You pushed your notebook between the two of you. 
Both of you leaned in, your shoulders brushing against each other. Anytime you inhaled, you smelled him. 
He smelled nice. 
“You’re doing good, you just need to remember that an open circle means the limit exists but not in the function,” he pointed at the problem you got wrong. 
“Stupid circles,” you huffed out a breath, running a hand over your hair. “Thanks again, Eli,” you pressed your lips into a soft smile. 
“You’re going to do great, okay?” he nudged his elbow with yours. 
“Okay,” you nodded, allowing yourself to believe. 
You went over the material for a few minutes, your mind getting lost in all things limits and functions. 
Unbestowent to you though, Eli was watching you. 
He watched the way your nose would scrunch when you didn’t understand what you read the first time around. The way your lashes fluttered as you scanned the page. The way you would lick your lips in concentration. The way you would crack your knuckles when they got too stiff. 
He was utterly in love with you. 
Being friends for ten years, you’d reach that point without even dating. Even if it was just puppy love, he knew one thing for sure—he likes you, a lot. 
He doubted himself when he thought about what Demetri said. And when he thought about the comment Kyler made earlier of him being a loser. He had come home crying, knowing he was never going to get a girlfriend because of the way he looked. But then his mind thought to Miguel. 
Maybe he could be wrong, maybe he could get a girlfriend. Maybe it could be you.
Without second-guessing any further, he opened his mouth.
“Hey, Y/N?” he cleared his throat. 
“Yeah?” you reached your gaze to his, your head resting in your palm. 
“I like you,” he confessed, face going pale at the fact that he actually said that to you. 
Your eyes went wide, face blank as you took in his words. You didn’t say anything for a few moments, just staring at your best friend. 
“I-you know, never mind, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he felt embarrassed, shaking his head as he went back to his homework. 
“Wait!” you reached out and touched his arm. “I like you too,” you gulped, a smile creeping up on your face. 
“Really?” he seemed taken aback.
You nodded enthusiastically. 
The two of you gazed at each other for what felt like a few minutes until you bent over in giggles, still in disbelief. 
“I’m glad you told me,” you reached for his hand on your desk, squeezing it. 
“Me too,” he squeezed it back. 
You felt your cheeks heat up before you turned back to your work. 
The rest of the night was spent with the two of you doing work, holding hands.
~
The next day at school, Eli was sitting with Demetri and Miguel. 
Having just told the news about you and him, he was feeling a little proud of himself that he actually did it. 
And more relieved that you actually reciprocate his feelings.
“I was right, wasn’t I?” Demetri raised a brow.
Eli smiled, his cheeks turning pink while Miguel laughed. 
“I’m glad someone took my advice, now you see my Sensei is legit,” Miguel pointed out. 
Eli nodded, a small smile on his face.
“I’m gonna need more evidence to back it up,” Demerit crossed his arms over his chest. “This,” he gestured to Eli, “has been a work in progress for ten years, your words of encouragement just gave him enough push,” he scoffed. 
About to respond, Eli was stopped by the smell of your perfume. He turned his head to the left just in time to greet you as you approached the table.
“Hi, guys,” you greeted, taking your seat next to Eli. “Hi, Eli,” your cheeks warmed up.
“Hi, Y/N,” his eyes beamed with admiration. “You look nice,” he blushed, glancing over the pretty green sundress you wore today, but his gaze circled back to your face.
“Thanks,” you glanced down, running a hand over the skirt. “It’s been in my closet for a while, I figured it’d be happy to see the light of day,” you shrugged, unaware he wasn’t talking about the dress.
“You should wear it more often,” Eli commented.
Demetri and Miguel sent each other a knowing look before Miguel decided to cut the awkward lovey-dovey talk.
“So, Y/N, did Eli tell you about joining my karate dojo?”
You focused your gaze on him, the warmth of your cheeks dissolving when your mind was pushed away from Eli. “Uh, yeah,” you smiled. “I thought about it, but I don’t know if I want to do something like that. I need my hands for my art, I don’t want them beaten and bruised,” you stifled a laugh. 
Miguel nodded in understanding. “Thanks for thinking about it, Y/N,” he pressed his lips in a smile. 
“No problem. Anyway, do you want to join us for movie night this Friday?” you extended your invitation to him. “You can pick the movie,” you offered. 
“Sure, I’d like that,” he grinned.
“Awesome”. 
~
Friday came around and you were all seated on your couch in the living room watching Spider-Man. 
You actually enjoyed the pick, especially watching the nerdy boy become the hero. One who reminded you a lot of the boy sitting right next to you. 
Miguel was on the recliner, Demetri on the other end of the couch, and Eli in the middle with you on the other side. Except, Eli was scooted closer to you, only a bowl of popcorn separating the two of you. 
Your hands happened to brush a lot when you’d reach for the popcorn. Though, you didn’t mind. 
You had gotten to the part where Peter Parker discovered his powers, a glass in your hand as you had come back from refilling your drink.
“That’s a cool painting,” Miguel noticed the piece of art framed by the TV. 
It was an oceanscape of the beach.
“Y/N painted it,” Eli stated.
“No kidding,” Miguel said in amazement, standing up to study it. “You’re really talented, Y/N,” he smiled over to you. 
“Thanks, that was my first one so my parents framed it,” you shyly said. 
“You should see her sketchbook, it’s filled with the most awesome things,” Eli smiled.
You glanced at him, sending him a thankful look. 
“Can I see?” Miguel’s eyes beamed. “My yaya loves paintings, I’d love to show her your work,” he said.
“Yeah, I’ll grab some that you could take pictures of,” you stood up, cheeks on fire. 
It wasn’t often that you got praised for your art, mainly from your parents or your friends. So this was new. But you took the pleasure from it nonetheless. 
Heading to your room, you grabbed a few of your favorite paintings before you went to your bag in search of your sketchbook, only you couldn’t find it. 
As panic erupted, you thought back to the last time you saw it. You had it in art class and then you went to P.E. You could’ve sworn you had it then, but you guessed you were wrong. 
“I can’t find my sketchbook,” you gulped, walking back to the living room. 
“Maybe you left it in your locker or someone found it and took it to the lost and found,” Miguel offered, gesturing with his hands. 
“Yeah, it’ll turn up,” Demetri reassured. “I don’t think anyone would have wanted to steal it,” he shrugged.
“We’ll help you find it on Monday,” Eli said, reaching for your hand.
“Thanks, guys,” you blew out your breath.
You were glad you had them and you really hoped your sketchbook turned up. 
Part of you didn’t want to think about it, but you were worried about who had it if they did. And it only traced back to two girls.
~
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Shadow of Yourself [1/18]
Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”
A/N: Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list :) And please let me know what you think of this first part! Based off of: Cobra Kai 01x01, 01x02 and 01x03 Warnings: bullying, swearing, mentions of SA, etc. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader
Disclaimer: This is inspired by @loveronlineee​ ‘s Hawk x reader rewrite series. The first part is very similar to theirs -- we’ve had a conversation and they’re aware :) Parts from now on will be different!
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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.
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“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?”
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kaicobras · 2 years
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FIVE PLUS ONE: i wanna be the one that makes your day, the one you think about as you lie awake. (cobra kai characters x gn!reader)
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— a compilation of different scenarios involving ‘the five times and the one time’ with the cobra kai characters.
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series chapters:
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chapter one: the five times johnny watches you and miguel diaz pine over each other like idiots and the one time he does something about it.
chapter two: the five times robby keene gets interrupted before he’s able to kiss you and the one time he finally gets to.
chapter three: the five times hawk moskowitz gets mistaken as your boyfriend and the one time he admits it doesn’t necessarily bother him to have that title.
chapter four: the five times tory nichols hated your guts and the one time she realized maybe, just maybe it wasn’t hate after all.
chapter five: the five times demetri alexopoulous doesn’t realize you’re flirting with him and the one time he actually gets a clue.
chapter six: the five times you have samantha russo questioning everything she’s ever known and the one time she accepts it.
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sensei-venus · 6 months
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(Unedited) (This is yummy.✨😈, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, idk) ( @gemini-sensei )
Imagine if Hawk, who is teaching at the dojo, ends up going to a adult tournament. Of course he’s going under the dojo name. He wants to give the dojo another trophy. Maybe it’s a bit of his ego, maybe he’s just trying to be cool with boosting the dojo rep. He’s pumped to be able to join a new tournament. It feels like forever since he’s been in a full fledged league.
Of course this time his girlfriend is no longer just his girlfriend, she’s now his wife!
She’s so excited to see him fight in the big leagues. Sadly she didn’t get to see him fight when he first started karate. She’s so excited to get to see him on the mats hashing it out.
When the day finally come the event hall is buzzing with life. A good hundred people have showed up to watch the matches that would be held that day. All kinds of people have shown up to participate. Everyone is in awe as they walk in to see the mix of people. Some are from the States, some are from other countries that flew in just to be there. It’s almost dizzying with just how many people there are.
Johnny and Daniel tell the couple that they are going to meet them inside the main event room. They want to go watch some of the warm up matches. Heading off they leave the two alone for a moment. Hawk leads his wife all around the main hall explaining some of the simple things about the tournament and the grounds they are on. When they finally get to the main event room she is in pure shock. Dozens of pre-match warm-ups are going on all around the room.
It’s amazing to watch so many people show off their skills before the main event starts. The two watch a few matches, Hawk pointing out some of the moves and techniques. He points them out and explains them. Reader just nods as she tries to suck up all the new information.
She can’t believe he’s so fluent with all of the different techniques going on in the room.
She bites her cheek trying not to giggle, she knows her husband is smart.
Fast forward and Hawk is killing his opponents on the mats.
He’s won multiple matches, striking out half of the competition. He’s sweaty and tired but putting up a hell of a fight. Reader is cheering him on from the sidelines. Yelling out “Yes baby! Wooooo kick their ass Eli!!” while she jumps around. She feels like a little school girl with how excited she is. At this point she was his chubby little cheerleader. Johnny and Daniel are watching from the sensei area of the mats, their eyes trained on the match’s. Hawk is doing great and at the pace he’s going, he most likely will make it to the finals.
A few matches later and he does.
He faces off with only a hand full of people before the last match is to take place. He made it down to the last fight. He knows he’s going to have to step it up for this last match. He had to bring it home for the dojo’s name. The finale match is announced and the last two candidates are called for a break. The room quiets down as everyone waits for the final round to start again. A twenty-minute delay for the fighters to get cleaned up in the locker room.
The locker room is completely empty as Hawk makes his way back. Sweat is pouring down his face and neck. Half of his gi is soaked at this point. He grabs some towels to try and wipe it up as much of it as possible. So focused in trying to clean himself up he doesn’t notice Reader when she walks in. She creeps around the locker room for a moment, trying her best to stay quiet. Slowly she sneaks up behind him, wrapping her arms around him. He smirks as he eyes her up.
It’s only a minute or two later that he has his gi pants half down and his fat dick out. Thrusting into his wife’s tight cunt. She’s squeezing his dick like crazy as he fucks her on top of one of the locker room benches. They hardly fit on it but it doesn’t matter. Hawk is too busy watching his wife’s fat tits bounce around in his face. Top pulled down with her bra cups pushed down. He sucks fat hickies into them.
Licking and sucking as hard as he can, spit covers her whole chest but it just has her moaning more. Her legs are locked around his narrow hips. She try’s to pull him as close as she can. Nails digging into his creamy back leaving marks in their wake.
“Fuck me fuck me fuck me!!” Her eyes cross as she’s pushed closer to her orgasm. Legs shaking with every new thrust. His dick hitting her spongy walls just right. It has her mouth-watering, her mind blank and her ears going. All she can focus on is the sexy man on top of her. The bench digs into her soft and fluffy back. She could care less, her toes curling by the minute.
“Fuck! Johnny always use to tell me not to fuck before a match, but fuck that! I have to fuck this fat pussy full! Creampie my slutty ass wife who can’t keep her hands to herself until the last match is over!” He snaps his hips extra hard into her. She groans at the feeling of him slamming into her cervix. His full balls slap against her fat ass. She can feel them twitch as he gets closer and closer.
They only have a few minutes until the final match starts.
“I’ll give you a champion! Please!! Oh fuck please Eli baby! Please cum inside me! I’m gonna cum!!” She squeals. Her eyes are rolling back at this point.
Hawk grunts, his tongue lavishing over his lips. A smirk on his lips and mischief in his eyes that sparkles. He looks down at his wife’s blissed-out face. Watching where they are connected. A layer of creamy white froth covers her fat pussy lips, it bubbles from around his dick.
“A champion you say? Fucking cum on this dick and I’ll make sure I give you a camp. Cream on my cock Reader! Now!” He shoved her harder onto the bench below. His thrusts pick up and moments later he feels her convulsing under him. Her pussy tightness up into a death grip. Tight wall doing their best to milk him for his creamy cum. Her eyes roll back as she cums around her husband's thick cock.
Seconds later he is thrusting as deep as he can go and releasing rope after rope of streaming hot seed into her.
He feels the way her belly bloats under his hand.
They shear a heavy kiss as their orgasms tapper off. Stuck like that for just another minute or two. Both of them can hear the way the crowed outside the locker room has started to pick up again. They do their best to catch their breath again, a few more kisses exchanged. Slowly they pull away from each other and with a loud set of hisses Hawk pulls out of her puffy pussy. A thick stream of cum is slow to leak out of her used hole. Her clit twitch in the aftermath, her chubby belly rising a falling.
Quickly they clean up before heading back out to the crowded arena.
Reader with a slight limp as she makes her way back to the stands.
The whole time Johnny is just rolling his eyes as he watches them. He could tell by her limp and his smirk what they were doing in that locker room.
He chews him out later about it.
But the match goes perfectly. Hawk scores point after point until he hits a stand still. The person he is up against starts dodging faster and faster. They land a hit on him which has him spinning. He doubles down on his efforts, dogging their hits and learning their flaws. Soon enough he’s landing the last hit and earning the winning point!
The crowd goes wild once the referee announces that these the winner. Reader runs to him and hugs him, he's hugging her with one arm while the other one holds his new trophy. She gives him so many kisses along with lots of praise.
All of them end up going back to the dojo and celebrating. The new trophy is put on a big shelf on one of the main walls of the dojo. Later a picture taken of him after the tournament is placed above it. It's a sweet memory for all of them.
Especially when not even a full month later Reader is handing Eli a positive pregnancy test. A huge smile on her face.
“I told you I would give you a champion.”
“You mean OUR little champion right?”
Hawk grins as he kisses Reader's still-soft tummy.
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rockerandauthor · 2 months
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After watching all of Cobra Kai, I think we all need to make a petition for Jacob Bertrand to play more sad boy and mean boy roles! He just does such a good fucking job; it scratches an itch in my brain so well.
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bartxnhood · 1 year
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daring | e.m
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eli (hawk) moskowitz x reader
based on this request
warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff.
requests open
not proofread
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you had always been the shy kind, never go out of your way to put the spotlight on you. you always preferred being in the shadows, even in karate. you wouldn’t participate in most tournaments because of just how shy you were. but that didn’t stop you from getting a crush on a certain someone.
eli. aka, hawk.
known for his antics in cobra kai, in fact, you hated him for a good portion of his reputation, especially what happened to the larussos. your abrupt feelings started when he turned over his leaf and his infamous mohawk was gone. he was a totally different person. someone you could actually like.
you had never been late to practice, always on time or even earlier so you could get some more work in.
the one day you were late to you saw some new faces in the dojo. and one in particular. eli. sam saw your confusion and pulled to to the side, “cobra kai is joining us.” your eyes widened, “what? as in..training here now?” she nodded, “yup. dad and johnny are working together. so here we are.”
you hesitated, dropping your bag. “great. only adding fuel to the fire.” you eyes stared daggers in the back of eli’s head.
why was this suddenly happening to you?
after that day, being around eli all day, and trying your best to avoid him. so, you stayed with sam that night.
“god, sam! how could this happen?” you huffed, falling into her bed face first into a pillow, sam laughed, “it’s not the end of the world, y/n. it’ll be fine!” you lifted your head and looked at her. “fine? i’ll be fine?” you retorted.
“yes! i mean just tell him how you feel! maybe he thinks you’re cute and then bam you will ride off into the sunset together” she threw a grape into her mouth, wiggling her eyebrows. “or, he laughs in my face, rejects me and goes to tell all of his friends how much of a loser i am” you sat up, pushing your hair out of the way. “just try it, y/n. you never know, the universe might be on your side.”
you kept thinking about your conversation with sam, what if she’s right? maybe you can just tell him you like him and it’ll be all over with. but on the other hand he could embarrass you in front of everyone and laugh at you. which was the scenario you kept playing in your mind.
getting the courage to just walk up to someone and put yourself in that position is something that terrifies you. which is why you’re so reserved.
one day in particular you’re earlier than usual, hoping to work on some things to help you improve. you had only been there a few minutes, earbuds in listening to your playlist while going over your workouts. without even realizing someone else was there, you felt the softest touch on your shoulder which brought you out of your head. ripping away your earbuds you spun around meeting with eli.
he started “i didn’t mean to scare you, but i tried calling for you but you weren’t answering” you hummed, feeling your ears go red. “sorry, i tend to get in the zone when i have my earbuds in”
“don’t worry. i just wanted to ask how come you haven’t participated in any tournaments? you’re insanely talented” you shrugged, looking away. “i get pretty nervous when i’m put on the spot. so, i just don’t. daniel is okay with it so i just kinda stay in the shadows”
eli frowned, “there’s still some time before everyone else gets here, how about we go over some moves?” you blinked, messing with the earbud strings. “sure.”
“so, you spent over an hour talking with him while training and you still didn’t say anything?” sam groaned, staring at you from her bed. “i know! i know. i was being stupid” you ran your fingers through your hair letting out a frustrated sigh. “i don’t think i could ever ask him that. i could barely look at him” you admitted. sam, stood up, resting her hands on your shoulders. “you are a wonderful person, y/n. you’re beautiful, funny, and incredibly talented. eli would be a fool if he rejected you, and i’d make sure of that.”
the following week you were back at the dojo, as it got closer to tournaments daniel and johnny had everyone do extra work. you and sam stood at the pond, talking as everyone else arrived. “he’s so looking at you” she said, catching you off guard. “what?” “eli!” she exclaimed in a whisper. you looked over your shoulder spotting him, but watched as he quickly adverted his eyes.
sam grinned as you turned back, “i think someone has a crush” she wiggled her eyebrows but you quickly shut that thought down. “sam.” she rolled her eyes, “just go talk to him. i’ll be right here and if anything goes south i’ll baxk you up” you sighed, “promise?” sam nodded.
you began walking across the yard to eli who was now on his phone. “eli?” you hummed and he looked up, fumbling to put his phone away in his pocket. “yeah?” “i hope you don’t find this weird or smithing but do you wanna go out one day maybe and get food or something? if not it’s totally okay because i wouldn’t want to go out with someone as shy-“ he laughed, cutting you off. “of course, i’d love to go out sometime. i really want to get to know you.” your face was burning now, “oh, okay awesome!” you totally blanked on what to say after. “should we exchange numbers?”
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gemini-sensei · 4 months
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Baby | Hawk Moskowitz x Teen Mom!Reader
Chubby!Reader - Blurb - based off of this POST
I'm still uncertain about writing Johnny, so I hope this is alright. @sensei-venus <3
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It was an average day for Johnny; wake up, eat breakfast, teach karate, then buy groceries before going home. It wasn't supposed to be a long trip, just getting the essentials and something for the night, including a pack of Coors. He planned to be in and out of the store in five minutes. However, the last thing he expected to find inside was his student who had ditched class that day.
Hawk was a great student; he took every lesson and perfected it flawlessly. He was a great fighter, a champion even. Before that, he was a nerd, a rule follower, a nice kid, and some part of that old Hawk still lived somewhere inside of him. So it wasn't within his character to suddenly miss training for any reason.
So when Johnny saw the tall mohawk down an aisle, he wanted to know what was up. But someone blocked his path and the kid was gone before he could walk up to him. He looked for him for a little bit but it was as if he disappeared into thin air. He gave up after just a couple of minutes so he could go home and started making his way to the coolers, telling himself he'd deal with Hawk tomorrow - tear into him for missing an important lesson.
As he walked through the aisles, a child started crying and Johnny rolled his eyes. He asked himself why people brought kids to places like the grocery store when they and everyone else weren't going to enjoy it. The crying grated on his ears and he thought it was about time he got out of there.
The beer coolers were only a few feet away from the dairy section and by the time he got there, the crying had stopped. As he made his way to the Coors section, he heard a familiar voice carry over the aisle. However, it was strange and like he'd never heard it before; bubbly and kid-like.
"What do you think she'll like, this one?" the voice asked in a baby-ish tone. "I think so."
Johnny couldn't help but peek around the corner to see what was going on. He was flabbergasted to see Hawk - the most recent ATV champion and one of the toughest kids he knew - holding a chubby baby on his hip as he looked at yogurt. The baby held onto his shirt collar while chewing on her other hand with her gums. Hawk put whatever kind of yogurt he'd picked out into a shopping cart and smiled at the baby.
"Mission accomplished," he said, as if the baby understood him. She laughed anyway.
Hawk turned and took the shopping cart with one hand, holding the baby girl on his hip. He carried on down the aisle, turning the corner.
"What the Hell?" Johnny asked himself.
He couldn't help following behind, momentarily forgetting his beer. When he reached the end of the aisle, he peeked around the corner to see where Hawk had gone with the baby, seeing them looking at a little display of toy cars. The bubbly baby girl reached out and tried to grab one of the packaged toys, to which Hawk grabbed it and handed it to her.
"You want this one? I'm sure Mama won't mind if you get one," he said. She squealed happily, shaking the toy in the air with a tight grip. He nodded along as if agreeing with her happy screams. "Yeah, that's lots of fun, isn't it?"
He set her down in the shopping cart now that she had something to entertain herself with. Not two seconds later, a girl around his age came up to the cart and placed some cereal boxes inside. Then she smiled at the baby and Hawk before giving him a kiss on the cheek. He put his arm around her thick waist and pulled her into his side, returning the kiss on the cheek. Johnny could just barely see the baby between them, but she watched them with big, enamored eyes.
It was at that moment that Johnny realized that the baby looked like the girl and that she was the girl's mother. And if that was the baby's "Mama", did that mean Hawk was the baby's father? How the Hell did that happen?
When did that happen?
How had he kept all of this to himself?
As the couple moved on through the store, Johnny had seen enough and ducted back between the shelves. He slowly moved himself back to the beer coolers, body on autopilot as he took a deep dive into what he had just witnessed. He grabbed his Coors and then carried himself to the checkout line. He hated self-checkout and wished someone would come around to do this for him as he scanned barcodes whilst he tried to piece together how Hawk of all people had had a baby with someone, gone to school, gone to karate practice, and won the All Valley. It was mind-boggling to him.
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It was another day of training. Everyone was going through their stretches to start the day off right. Everyone except for Hawk, who wasn't there at all. It was another day of training without Hawk.
Johnny was a little peeved until he remembered what he had witnessed. But instead of letting it be, he walked over to Hawk's closest friends while they were stretching and chatting about whatever.
"Hey, did any of you know Hawk has a kid?" he asked. Not even a hello.
"What?!" "-are you talking about?" "Are you drunk?"
He glared as they all talked over each other, not appreciating their attitudes and questions. Though it answered his. "Oookay. So none of you knew about that?"
"What are you even talking about?" Miguel asked, giving him a questionable look. If anyone were going to know about a Baby Hawk, it was going to be him and Demetri first and foremost. "Hawk doesn't have a kid."
"Affirmative," Demetri said.
"I saw him just yesterday with a kid on him, talking all that baby talk crap," Johnny said. He crossed his arms over his chest, firm in his belief given what he'd seen. "His girlfriend even looks like she popped a kid out, ya know. All wide and still has the baby fat."
Sam's jaw dropped. "That's no way to talk about Hawk's girlfriend-"
"That we have no idea about," Robby interjected.
"That's just rude," Sam finished.
Johnny looked at her weirdly. "What? She isn't here?"
"That doesn't matter," Miguel clarified, then quickly moved on to the next - and more pressing - topic of conversation. "Hawk has a girlfriend?"
"Yeah, and a baby," Johnny said, becoming tired of running in these circles. He'd said what he said, told them the truth. Why wasn't that enough for them? "I saw what I saw, man. Hawk is with this... chubby" he cut a look at Sam and she didn't look totally annoyed by him, "chick, and they were all over each other and they had that baby. The baby looked just like her too."
"That doesn't necessarily mean that's her baby," Tory said, rolling her eyes and walking away. "This is literally too dumb for me to keep listening to."
"Yeah, maybe that's her sibling or something," Miguel suggested. He looked at Johnny. "Are you sure you're not jumping to any conclusions?"
"No way," Johnny told him. He racked his brain to make sure he hadn't overlooked anything, only to remember the cutesy talk between Hawk and his girlfriend that he'd overheard. "He called her 'hot mama' and shit like that, so I'm sure. I know it. That's his little family or whatever."
Demetri was unconvinced. "Not possible. If I was an uncle. I'd know it."
Sam crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head. "I don't know. Hawk has been pretty secretive lately."
"And he's missing a lot of training without telling us why," Robby added.
"But before all of that started, everything was normal," Miguel said. He was also unconvinced, sure that his best friend would tell him about something so life-changing. "If he got someone pregnant, he'd wanna be there with her. Nine months and then some is a long time to even hide something like that, ya know?"
The group of teens stood divided and Johnny was proud of it for some reason. He was just happy to be right, leaving the teens to mull over the situation he had brought to them, sure of himself that he'd made the right call. They were ready to text Hawk and ask questions but before one of them could retrieve their phone, Daniel came out and started the class by calling everyone together.
It was a strange day after that. No one could focus, their thoughts all on Hawk and the unknown girlfriend and baby Johnny have brought their attention too. Except for Tory, who didn't let it bother her because, as she said, it was too dumb to pay attention to.
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s1ater · 2 years
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every found family has:
asshole with a heart of gold and self esteem issues
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emotional support himbo
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incredibly cool character who is the only one with a brain cell
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furious sassy bisexual hiding pain
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only one capable of keeping a plant alive
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Hanging with my Bf after Karate <33
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ambcass · 3 months
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ᴍʏ ɴᴇᴡꜱ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ || ᴇ.ᴍ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
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ᴀ/ɴ: ʜɪ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ!! ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʏᴇᴀʀ ʟᴏʟ
ᴛᴡ?: ʜᴜʀᴛ/ɴᴏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ᴍɪʟᴅ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ, ʟᴏᴡᴋ ᴄʀɪɴɢᴇ, ʜᴀᴡᴋ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴀᴅ ʙꜰ
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“Hello?” you spoke into the phone. No answer. You spoke again but you heard nothing but part music and people yelling. He was supposed to spend the night with me. Your heart ache for the comfort of your absent boyfriend. You hung up your phone and tried calling again but this time it went straight into voicemail. “Yo! This is Hawk, if I didn’t respond to your text then there’s a reason why. Call me later or not. I don’t care” You left your voicemail and anxiously asked when he was coming back. From your point of view, he was always violent when he didn’t get his way. Although he never really showed me that type of emotion towards you, you were scared one day he’ll lash out on you.
He was supposed to spend the New Year’s Eve with me…not them. He promised. We don’t even hangout often at all-… The storm of thoughts came to a stop. Your heart, aching even more, longing for someone- anyone, to comfort you on this sad New Year’s Eve. You had it all planned out. First, Hawk knocks on your door, you greet him with a kiss. Then, the two of you start to prep a night snack. All before waiting for the clock to strike 12 and entering the new year with each other.
TICK-tock. TICK-tock.
The clock was five minutes away from 12. You thought if he really cared for you. If he would ever put you first or even prioritize you at all. Thoughts of him partying with other girls while you sob at the absence of who you thought was your lover. Minutes quickly went by. From five, four, three, two, one. One. One more minute til New Years. One more minute til you officially enter a new year sobbing and alone. Fireworks sprout out. That was your sign that it officially turned January 1st. You got up and start getting ready for bed. You took a shower, changed into clothes, brushed your teeth, ect.
It was now 12:15 AM. Frantic knocking from your door made you leave the restroom in a rush. “Who could be knocking at this fucking hour-“ you opened the door to see Hawk outside. He looks sober but you looked enraged. You were so mad that you weren’t even going to let him in. You closed the door, making almost shut but he stopped you from closing it.
“C’mon princess, what’s with the attitude?” He had the audacity to lean on the door frame and smirk. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. Fireworks booming in the background made you even more upset. I’m with the attitude? Oh Eli, you’re about to see fucking attitude.
“Attitude? Me? You promised that you would spend the fucking New Year’s Eve with me and not go to another absurd party. We barley spend time with each other and this ONE time I ask you if you can hangout with me- which you PROMISED that you will. You ditched me again for a FUCKING PARTY.”
Your face was fuming, red, and hot. You turned around and slammed the door at him. Unfortunately for you, the door wasn’t locked. He stormed inside looking for you. “Can we talk about this? You don’t have to be dramatic about this.” You stood in front of him, already in tears. “Dramatic? How am I being dramatic? I never stood you up. I’m always there for you. I was always to support you even before you were Hawk… you know what.” He held his arms out. He expected you two would just hug it out because you were the “forgiving” type. You slapped him hard in the face. A red print was left with also his angry/ confused expression.
“What the fuck!” He yells. “You don’t have to be such a bitch. Can’t I have some sense of fun?!? The fuck you hitting me for? I have done nothing wrong but-“ you cut him off.
“Save it. I’m done putting up with your bullshit. When you told me you loved me, I thought you meant it…” You let out a sigh. Whipping your tears, you knew that you were going to regret this decision but you knew it would be for the better.
“Eli…I tried my hardest to see if you loved me how I loved you. Clearly, you don’t. I’m sorry for this but we should just end it here.”
He furrowed his eyebrows. His eyes widened and his lips twitched. “W-what? No! I-I’ll change, please princess. Don’t leave me. I’m nothing without you” He grabbed your shoulders. His eyes watering up. As much as you wanted to comfort him. You couldn’t. You just couldn’t.
“No. Eli let go. I can’t with us anymore. This isn’t going to work out. Please try to understand” The two of you went back in fourth arguing. The sound of the fireworks grew louder.
“I’ll change, I swear on it! Please don’t do this. I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”
“Enough Eli.” The stern of your voice made him realize how this decision is final. “Leave Eli.” He tried one more time. “But-“
“Leave!” the room was silent. The two of you were already in sobbing messes. Eli took a breath and turned around and headed for the door. On his way out, he paused.
“I really did love you. I’m sorry” his voice was shaky, he headed out and closed the door shut. The sound of the fire works slowly faded away. You plopped to the ground, ugly crying, and wishing you haven’t have done what you just did.
Weeks have gone by. You couldn’t do anything for days. Close friends and family’s made sure to check up on you but that wasn’t any help. One day, you’ve gotten a text from Sam. As you clicked on it, a photo of Eli and an unknown girl were together. Her, sitting on his lap while they pose for a kiss.
You were sad but couldn’t feel to care for the photo. You loved Eli so much, it hurts to see him so happy with another girl that isn’t you. Oh how you wished that was you. Oh how you wish that was you kissing his soft but textured lips. You left Sam on read and started more scrolling. You wanted to get back at him for all the pain he caused you throughout the whole relationship plus those weeks you mourned for him once more.
Suddenly you grinned to the thought of a great idea. Scrolling through your contacts, Robby appeared. Although Sam and them didn’t like him, you sought this to be the perfect revenge plan.
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miyagihawk · 1 year
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headcanon of you and your boyfriend hawk at a party
-you two might as well have stayed home because all night the only people that existed were the both of you
-you absolutely carrying him during beer pong; he acted annoyed but secretly he thought you were so hot
-playing a game of drunk sneaky touches
-you “accidentally” moving around in his lap too much
-him brushing your boob: “just fixing your hair my love”
-obviously this led to a quickie in the bathroom
-hawk glaring down every single person that looked at you
-“that guy over there keeps staring at you” hawk huffed, and you blushed at his protectiveness
-he proceeded to kiss down your neck, making sure the guy knew what was his
-you watched in awe as his slender fingers rolled a joint for you two to smoke, he always looked unbelievably hot doing it
-kissing your hair a lot as a way to check if you were doing fine
-hawk laughing at how crossed you were; you always say the most random stuff but he was absolutely in love with you
a/n: hi! haven’t written here in a while, but i thought it would be fun to do a little something. how are you guys? thank you for all the love on old posts still, i would love to write more so send in requests!
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