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things that’s made my valentine’s day: the difference between jacob and xolo

i’ve been cackling for the past half hour at the difference between these pictures and honestly i’m both of these men

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not your fault, part one. cobra kai x reader

summary 📣: in which reader can solve basically every problem handed her, but not this time.

warnings 🚫: sad reader, swearing, very unedited because i just got tired of staring at it

slater’s note 🗯: eventual miguel diaz x reader but for now eli moskowitz x reader

it was like all slow motion, walking in at the wrong time to see it all happen clear as day, but make a double take, trying to process if it was all real.

you had a lot of things to take care of that morning, including going to the doctors appointment to see when the best time for you to get your cast off would be.

you had broken your wrist in the all valley competion and you hadn’t even realized it until your second match when you had made one move to make a jab at your competition.

it was a whole mess after that and still continued to be one, especially after you found out that morning you’d have to wait at least another month until you could get it off.

you had to miss your biology class just to hear that. so no, it wasn’t a good morning especially when you walked through the front doors, being met with one large crowd of high schoolers yelling and shouting with glee as they watched multiple fights take place.

but it all seemed to stop at once, seeing him.

you felt your heart in your throat, just barely breathing as you saw him take a long fall from the balcony up above, his arms reaching and grabbing for some hope of support that’d pull him back up, but it was too late.

and then his back hit the staircase bar, the loud sound of cracking ripping throughout the air, silencing everyone. your eyes widen, rushing immediately to the boys side realizing who it was.

tory’s distinct voice calling ‘miguel’ echoed through the air and for the longest time it was the only thing you could hear as it bounced around the crowd.

“robby what’d you do?”

you didn’t even look up as you now hovered over the boy in his unconscious state. you held your breath, lightly pressing your hand on his forehead, pulling back the hair that edged over his eyes.

“miguel,” your voice was soft but broke halfway through, making it come out all strangled and watery.

you felt presence file around you, but you still didn’t bother to look around you as you seemed to be hyponized his peaceful yet very very broken state.

“what do we do?” sam spoke, looking to you as if you’d have all the answers she was looking for right in that moment, and if you were hung honest, you wished you could have been that person for her because you were completely at a lost yourself.

you were barely keeping ahold of yourself, feeling the tears rushing to your eyes while eli (hawk) held your shoulder tightly, looking over his best friend with the same sadden expression.

“i... i don’t know.”

“no, y/n,” she said quickly, “what do we do? you always know what to do, you can always solve things.”

you looked up from miguel right as a police officer rushed over, pushing you and eli away from the boy, checking for his pulse.

“y/n, you always know what to do,” sam’s eyes began to brim with tears as she looked to you, staring deeply into your soul, begging, “always, you always do the right thing.”

more officers began to file around, grabbing onto each of you individually, and while they were pulling you away from the scene, sam kept speaking to you, begging, hopping you would know what to do.

“please.”

the word that finally broke you as your eye whelled up, your mouth opening before closing and then opening again, “i-i don’t know.”

°•

you couldn’t help but feel that it was your fault no matter how many times you were told it wasn’t.

that had been on sam, but no matter how many times eli told you it was truly her fault for you feeling that way, you didn’t believe it.

after miguel had fallen, putting him in a coma everything had seemed to have fallen apart all around you so fast.

you lost contact with anybody and everybody. that day had in fact been the last day you had ever saw sam or tory or anyone you had been remote friends with in the past year, besides eli.

he held on.

he always did and you never understood why. even as everyone had looked up to you as leader as did sam, someone who could solve every problem that came her way, eli knew the real you.

the truth was, you could solve everyone else’s problems but your own.

that always put you into a horrible mindset that eli always had to pull you from, reminding you that everyone was like that, everyone had problems they couldn’t fix and that was okay.

“you can’t blame yourself for something you had nothing to do with in the first place,” he grasped your upper arm, pressing his chin on the top of your head as you stared on aimlessly and tiredly.

“when he wakes up, you won’t be the one to blame.”

johnny lawrence for some reason had taken all the heat for the large fight even as he wasn’t even there, he had no idea about it until he got the call every parent got.

the call that sent you into an place of tears and thoughts that wrapped you up into a cocoon even eli couldn’t tear you out of.

“that’s if he wakes up.”

°•

the day started blatantly dull just as all the others did.

your head hurt, your body hurt, and your mind was blank.

you had stopped going to school after the accident and nobody had blamed you for the descion.

everything had just felt wrong without miguel there.

“i should’ve been there.”

“y/n, you couldn’t have done anything,” he tightly gripped your forearm, “it’s not your fault, okay?”

not your fault.

you had a hard time believing that. with a lot of people depending on you for so many things and at so many times, it hurt when you couldn’t actually help.

“we need to get you out of the house,” eli had hauled you into his car, driving you in foreign roads where less and less homes and buildings began to show within ten minutes.

you didn’t bother asking where you were or where you were going. the less talking the better, you were starting to slowly relax, the grassy scenery getting to your head.

it was about another twenty minutes before he stopped the car, parked in a very old and crumbling parking lot.

the two of you had just sat there, the silence staying settled, only more awkward because you had nothing to no longer look at but a concrete wall with a bunch of maintenance signs.

that’s what spiked your curiosity.

you sat up, your head perking up, observing the rest of the land the surrounded you.

“let’s go.”

“where?”

“just follow.”

it was very obvious you were far from the valley as you hadn’t seen any people until you got behind the cinder block wall, where there it was filled with teens.

it was then you realized you were at the juvenile detention center.

you got weird stares as a guard escorted you throughout the high secure building. it was cold and dull and then it got even more strange as you were sat at a metal table where more juvenile teens were sat around you.

”why are you here?” you finally asked, glancing up at eli who hadn’t sat down on the chair next to you.

“i want you to meet the person who’s actually responsible for miguel.”

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old friends, part two. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which two old friends reunite but it doesn’t end how the reader had hoped.

warning/s 🚫: swearing, small amount of violence, drinking and drug use, and sort of manipulation i guess, depends how you take it

slater’s note 🗯: unedited and thank you for the support on part one, also comment if you want to be on the tag list 😃

part one, part two, part three, part four

“woah hey, let’s settle down here,” miguel had shoved his way between the two of you quite dramatically, pressing his hands against both your chests, using most of his force on eli when pushing you two away from eachother.

he had thought the boy with angry red hair would bite your head off right then.

hawk had a new found reputation that he couldn’t ruin, not for demetri, not for you, not for anyone.

you had thought about that moment a lot, how close you two were to eachother, his chest almost touching yours as his eyes sunk into yours, eating away at all dignity and hope you had right in that moment.

it just all disappeared.

“moon’s throwing a party friday night, and i need someone to drive me,” miguel didn’t look at you as he kept on scribbling down notes for the lab currently taking place right in front of you.

you paused with your own work, looking over to him. you had your eyebrows raised with a grim light smile on your face. it was barely there, the smile, but the dimples on your cheeks indicated it was.

it had been a week after actually talking to eli for the first time over a long past couple of months and you had barely found yourself smiling, everything just dead and the only thing filling your mind was him.

you only found the ability to concentrate when with miguel and his presence because he actually talked and tried to get you to talk, unlike demetri who really didn’t mind the silence but somehow found ways to make it awkward for no reason.

“you need a designated driver, don’t you?”

“that and i still don’t have my lisences,” he nodded shamelessly, setting down the pencil he was writing with, “and i want you to come.”

“oh you do, do you?”

“yeah, it’ll be good for you, maybe get a couple of guys’ numbers,” he tried to play it off but still somehow got trapped in his web by the change of tone in his voice. light, squeaky, almost high enough for a voice crack.

he just couldn’t pull off trying to set you up with some guy without it seeming related to eli... and getting over eli. it never worked because both of your minds went in that direction.

“no, bad idea.”

“c’mon, y/n, you haven’t a boyfriend in what? twenty years?” he joked.

“i haven’t had a boyfriend since sixth grade... and that was sixth grade so it doesn’t really count.”

miguel rolled his eyes before looking back at you seriously, “i for real need a dd and i don’t want to ask sam because-“

“yeah, whatever, i’ll still drive you, i’m just not going to stay for long,” you waved him off before coming to a realization, “what about tory?”

“she can’t drive either.”

“that’s the stupidest shit i’ve ever heard-“

“miguel, i need to talk to you.”

you’re cut off mid eye roll, hawk standing before your lab table, looking straight at miguel.

but the boy staring at miguel looked more like eli then hawk, his whole guard looking weak, shoulders hunched, while he tapped his fingers in the air by his side. hawk looked nervous.

he wouldn’t look at you, making you swallowing roughly, your heart squeezing in pain.

look at me.

just look at me, please, just look.

he didn’t, so you gave up, glancing to miguel who looked back to you, the same confused expression on his face as he was scooting off the stool he was sitting on, nodding.

you watched them walk away from your lab table, towards the door that led to the hall, your bio chemistry teacher not even caring, but you caring very very much.

°•

friday arrived faster then you originally thought it would. the los angeles valley air not wavering one bit as it stayed cool and calm, just perfect for a party, especially at moon’s house with her heated pool and multi colored LED light hottub.

and just liked promised, you drove miguel to the party with the exception of demetri and tory... who could in fact not drive.

“hey, you’re not staying?” demetri leaned a little through the rolled down window of your classic purple jeep, his eyebrow quirked in a little confusion.

if you were being honest, you weren’t sure why demetri was staying himself. you weren’t the only one trying to mend a relationship with eli, but at least when you did it, it hadn’t included public embarrassment but demetri kept on trying and trying, getting no where. and he just wasn’t a party person in general.

you weren’t sure how he kept up.

“i’m probably just gonna go home and watch some movies,” you nodded, trying to convince yourself that’d be much more fun then staying at the already tempting looking party, “...yeah, but don’t worry, i’ll be back around 12 to pick you guys up.”

his lips were pressed in a flat line of disappointment as he was trying to think your plan over, he shook his head but before he could argue someone beat him to it.

“y/n, get out of the fucking car!”

a large man was hauling himself up the driveway of moon’s home, marching his way towards your car, a very frustrated expression filling his features, all huffy and red.

miguel hopped behind him, trying to keep up with him with a very amused expression, grinning over to you innocently.

this was the only way to get you to stay.

the only way was to force you and the only person who would fully have the ability to force you was stingray.

otherwise known as raymond, a middle aged man who lived with his mother and took karate at cobra kai dojo with a bunch of high schoolers and took no shame because of it.

and miguel knew this, that’s why he had gotten out of the car quickly and raymond was the first person he went to once he entered the very nice home.

the older man already had your car door open and ahold of your upper arm before you could even process anything, a very persistent expression on his face, making it very noticeable that he had a plan.

no one could stop him.

“you really thought you could stop by without saying hi to me?” he scolded you, still tightly holding your upper arm way above your height as he was dragging you into the home.

you glared at miguel as stingray continued to lecture you about how rude it was of you to not even come inside. he only grinned back at you, an innocent twinge mixed in it, but so so obviously guilty.

the house already smelt of alcohol and a hint of weed. the blaring of music really pulled it all together as people bumped their heads to the bass beat, some goofily swinging around to it.

it had been awhile.

you had done a lot of drinking and partying during the summer before school started. you lived so freely during that time but that freedom had ended you up in a cage.

a cage you weren’t even aware you were in until too late.

while your friends had all scampered off to karate, training themselves into a healthy routine, you fell into an unhealthy one.

it took a lot to pull you out of it, something that involved the authorities but you stopped and learned better.

the smell was only just the beginning, you knew once you had enter that home, you were screwed, it would lead to a little drinking that would turn into a lot of drinking, that would turn into trouble.

you just had to keep in control.

“you okay?”

“yeah, fine.”

“you don’t look fine.”

“you’re right, i lied. i’m perfect.”

miguel quirked his eyebrow at you while staring at the side of your face, your eyes trained on something he couldn’t figure out what.

you couldn’t yourself.

“i’m sorry for dragging you here, probably wasn’t a good idea now that i think about it...” he gives up looking at you, expecting you to look back.

“it’s fine.”

“will you actually be fine?”

“yep.”

“sure.”

lie.

he didn’t know that, if he did, he probably wouldn’t have left you alone with a free for all options of alcohol and drugs.

you were on it fast once he went outside, looking for tory. you poured a can of beer into a red solo cup, disguising the obvious bad habit that everyone knew you had, that everyone would try to stop you from falling back into.

it’s just... the person you’d least except to do so, would be the first one to catch you.

you had to be at least five beers down, no longer hiding the fact that you were drinking. you began hitting the heavy stuff, pouring yourself a glass a vodka with sprite for a mixer.

“should you be doing that?” his voice sound behind you, not even shocking you for you were too buzzed to be bothered by anything at that moment, even eli.

you finished pouring the sprite in the cup before turning around, shrugging, “doesn’t matter.”

“your miguel’s dd, aren’t you?”

“yeah, who’s yours?”

“myself.”

you scoffed, not looking to him until then, your facial features scrunched up in confusion, “since when can you drive, eli?”

he cringed at his name and the way you said it. wrapped with so much disgust and annoyance that he would rather have you ‘hawk’ even thought it’d be worse on your tongue.

but at least it wouldn’t be his name.

“i got my license this summer while you were out getting wasted at strangers homes.”

it stung, so you took a drink from the plastic cup. the drink flowed so easily and so swiftly down your throat as he stared at you with an almost sadden expression, almost.

“you’re fucking stupid,” he spat, trying to remove any sympathy he had for you, “after all you put yourself through, after all you put miguel through, and demetri through, and sam through, you’re really going to start doing the thing that kept your parents up at night again?”

after all you put me through, keeping me up at night. i hate you for that, y/n.

hurt, drink, swallow, ingest.

settle, think, ignore.

“what do you think miguel’s gonna think when he walks through that sliding glass door? do you really want to embarrass yourself like that? after all that happened, after all the trust you had to earn back, you really want to do that again?”

drink, ignore.

he could see that his words weren’t going through. eli clenched his jaw, took a few steps closer to you.

“do you really want to be doing this, y/n?” he was now leaned in close to you, his mouth close to your cheek as he begun whispering, “you just got your lisense back, you just got everything back.”

drink.

“don’t be stupid,” he finally said, walking away after awhile of silence, letting it settle into your brain while you gripped the solo cup tightly.

his words flew through one ear and out the other because not even half an hour later you found yourself standing with one foot on a stool in a drinking competition against tory, another big drinker of the valley who you had bonded with over the summer even through her busy schedule of karate, working two jobs, and just general personal time.

she found balance and you could never find out how.

you could never find balance.

miguel stared up at you uneasily while you easily downed a shot of whatever they put in the little green plastic cup.

he knew this was his fault and began to regret making stingray drag you into the party instead of letting you go in peace.

he could have found another dd if you hadn’t come back even as you said you would, but it would’ve been fine if you didn’t, he hadn’t even drunk that much, not as much as you.

you knew your limits, and he pushed them.

eli stood on the porch, twenty feet away from where the scene took place with his arms crossed, a crowd of teens surrounding you and tory, cheering you on and he just knew it was so wrong.

a lot of people saw you spiral and if not, they sure heard about it and yet here they were still cheering you on into something that could so easily kill you.

you threw your fifth shot down, a grin on your face, “beat that, nichols.”

“i’m planning on it, y/l/n,” she smiled back at you, reaching out her hand for another product of alcohol, “robby, next cup.”

the boy stared up at her, uneasiness in his face, keeping his arms crossed. robby keene didn’t drink, he didn’t like watching people drink, especially two girls who didn’t know when to call it quits.

“keene, beer me,” she growled, but he still stared up at her, a disapproving look hidden in his features.

“i got you tory!” stingray hustled from the crowd after robby once again denied her, completely dismissive to the two forties taped on both his hands.

he had knocked tory from the stool real fast for anyone to process and onto her back as rushing to her aid for beer. it caused a ricochet of cheers as a winner was finally presented after ten minutes of too painful to watch drinking.

“hell yeah!” you were handed a clear bottle of vodka, making you chug the clear liquid, a burning sensation no longer present like before when you had taken a sip for the first time in months.

“y/n, let’s get you down,” miguel reached up, causing your face to screw up in anger and confusion.

“no way, let’s go again.”

“it’s getting late,” robby mumbled, trying to help, but his eyes were anywhere but yours and miguel’s, like he was embarrassed to say something.

“yeah, y/n, your my designated driver, remember? you have to drive me home,” he hoped you would fall for it, he hoped you would get down from the stool and put down the bottle.

“no, you’re going to need to find someone else,” you mumbled, looking out into the now busy crowd that was no longer focused on you, “i’m too fucked.”

at least you were aware.

“y/n, just get down from the stool,” sam spoke for the first time, her concern reaching your ears making your face screw up even more, looking down away from the crowd and to your four friends.

“no-“

you hiccuped, falling to the ground from the stool tipping, eli standing right next to it, his hands dug into his sweatpants pockets.

he had swung his leg from right underneath the wooden stool that was already unstable from you slightly swaying.

“hey, what the fuck!” silence filled the air after your words had come out with no hesitation, looks of shock were directed to the boy, taken back by his move.

“you’re welcome,” he gave miguel a pointed look before walking away like nothing, hands still tucked in his pockets.

he was too relaxed, it angered you and you wanted to anger him just like he did to you everytime he had ever ignored your text, your calls, everytime he ignored your yells of his name in the hall, everytime he would ignore your questions directed towards him. every. single. fucking. time.

you wanted to hurt him, like he hurt you.

so without much more thought, you got up quickly, rushing towards him before anyone could stop you and shoving him roughly.

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what cobra kai boys do for valentine’s day.

summary 📣: what the boys and you do for on valentine’s day headcanon

warning/s 🚫: mentions of sex, otherwise none

slater’s note 🗯: short and sweet in honor of valentine’s day here you go :) MY INBOX IS EMPTY AND OPEN, PLEASE FILL IT!!

robby keene:

➪ robby isn’t very pda, all touchy and personal unless he really gets to know you/gets comfortable with you

➪ in the beginning of the relationship he doesn’t show how much he cares about you even though you both know very well he’d take a bullet for you

➪ so when little holidays like valentine’s day comes around, he gets nervous, doesn’t know if he’ll be able to show exactly how much he loves you

➪ as embarrassing as he finds it, he’ll ask advice from daniel and even his father... which as you may have guessed, the advice opposite from one another

➪ daniel says to surprise you with gifts, johnny advises him to surprise you with... sex

➪ it’s just all a mess

➪ “or you know, take her in a date?”

➪ tory ends up saving the day and telling him to listen to daniel larusso and get you gifts then take you in a date, and the whole sex thing is optional

➪ consent is key

➪ be buys you flowers and takes you out on date. he’s very sweet to you, kissing you on the cheek when picking you up, holding your hand, etc

➪ showing more pda than he usually does and it’s all great, you guys have your meal, the go back to your place, where you decide whether the night ends or continues on...

miguel diaz:

➪ absolute sweetheart, will 100% spoil you but he also asks johnny for some advice on what to do

➪ and of course the man gives the same talk he gave to robby, to miguel

➪ johnny is honestly proud of himself because no one ever asks for his input, not that many people anyway

➪ johnny’s whole “sex talk” makes miguel nervous and for a day he thought he had completely under control, flipped upside down

➪ the whole entire date he is absolutely nervous and doesn’t know if you’ll expect sex from him

➪ but besides that he’s absolutely infatuated with you, he calls in the morning, wishing you happy valentine’s day and makes basic small talk before saying he’ll see you soon

➪ he takes you to breakfast to ihop or some big breakfast place

➪ he would then drop you off at your friends’ house or sam’s just to hang out for galentine’s day but then pick you up once again for dinner

➪ he gets you flowers, balloons, chocolates, and a heart felt card

➪ miguel is just so big on pda, that he’ll literally smother you in kisses all over your face

➪ and when at dinner he’ll say the most random things like “i’m gonna marry you some day” or “i literally love you so much”

➪ he cares about you so much and he doesn’t care to hide it

eli moskowitz:

➪ eli is very bipolar when it comes to pda, he’s either full on loving, holding your hand, giving you kisses or not lovey dovey at all

➪ but in private he’s crazy about it, having to have some touch on you

➪ eli is more relaxed when it comes to these type of situations/celebrations

➪ yes, you guys do share kisses and he even buys you a rose, he still isn’t all big about it, finding it cheesy or just overall overrated

➪ but even as he’s more laid back about it, he plans your guys’ night out, creating a whole movie list to watch, including some romance movies even as he doesn’t like them that much

➪ you guys cuddle the whole time, him having a hand on your thigh as you two are completely wrapped up in eachother

➪ arms around eachother, legs tangled up

➪ it’s probably around one in the morning when you both call it quits and make the “spontaneous” descion to have “valentine’s day breakfast” even though it’s the very next day

➪ you both are in sweats at denny’s eating breakfast, just enjoying eachothers quality time

If you aren’t busy, could you write the cobra Kai boy’s reaction to their s/o singing

cobra kai boys reaction to their s/o singing.

summary 📣: cobra kai boys had no idea you could sing, taking them by absolute shock when you do

warning/s 🚫: swearing

slater’s note 🗯: please send me more of these, absolutely love making them :) this is also a little short so i’m sorry about it

robby keene:

➪ a big grin fills his face when he hears you singing in the shower

➪ you guys had planned on going on a double date with sam and miguel (which yes, an odd choice) and he had decided to show up early to pick you up

➪ he had had heard the shower running so he just took a seat on your bed, scrolling through his phone until he heard your voice

➪ it took him by surprise and at first he didn’t realize it was you until he focused, realizing it was coming from your bathroom

➪ and when your done showering and come out of your bathroom to find him sitting on your bed staring right at you, you jump a little by surprise

➪ you had never seen him smile so widely as he got up and played with a string of your wet hair

➪ “your voice is so pretty”

miguel diaz:

➪ he literally falls in love with you even more than before

➪ at first your just humming to the song on the radio as you guys are driving around until it turns into persistent low singing

➪ he can’t keep his eyes on the road, glancing at you non-stop until you ask ‘what’

➪ “your voice is so pretty, y/n”

➪ you cheeks glow red not really realizing you were singing loud enough for him to hear it

➪ “i mean it, it’s so good, i didn’t you could do that.”

➪ you’ll laugh more an embarrassed one saying ‘it’s no big deal’ but he’ll continue to praise you, squeezing your hand in reassurance and that he really do mean it

eli moskowitz:

➪ he’s so surprised that he ends up being a little rude about it

➪ you guys will be doing homework, sitting across from eachother and you’ll be sing a song that’s been stuck in your head all day

➪ and he’ll look up as, his eyebrows narrowing just staring at you for awhile before saying, “since when can you sing?”

➪ it comes out rude when he means it as a genuine question, staring at you intensely and you kind of shy way shrugging

➪ “oh, nothing, it’s just this song has been stuck in my head all day”

➪ and you’ll go back to your homework, embarrassed, your singing stopped while he just continues to stare at you, confused, not knowing why he didn’t know you could sing good

➪ “you should sing more often”