Only The Best For My Best. Louis Partridge X Reader

only the best for my best. louis partridge x reader

summary 📣: in which louis and reader draw each other for a buzzfeed interview but he can’t help but rally her up mid interview with an insult 

warnings 🚫: very much unedited, cursing? nothing really, the insult isn't really an insult in the first place lol

slater’s note 🗯: i love louis partridge (also comment to be added to my other louis works) and this is sort of inspired by this work here

“y/n—y/n she’s crazy, i have no idea how we’re friends.”

your mouth goes wide as your eyes connect to his through the camera, a sly smile on his face as he tried to suppress his little boy giggles of mischief.

“louis partridge, keep your mouth shut,” you called out to him, shaking your head as that was when his laughs broke out.

“you are, i swear,” he smiles, trying to hide the laughs again, “you make some of most stupidest, most impulsive decisions i have ever seen. if someone told you to jump off a bridge you would do it, one hundred percent.”

your mouth widens once again, looking at him with absolute disbelief, “and who would be the one to tell me to jump off that bridge? you, so shut up, you imbecile.”

he laughed again watching you roll your eyes in new profound annoyance. he had come to a realization from the past month while doing online press, he could annoy you very easily. it didn’t matter what exactly he said but he had found that accusing you of certain things would really set you off, such as impulsive, crazy, not very bright, anything that basically questioned your sanity and intelligence. 

but he knew the next time he would see you, you would beat the absolute shit out of him for making a fool of you for all of the internet to see.

“hey, hey, it’s all jokes,” he said in between laughs, watching you glare at him through the screen. 

yeah, you would really knock him to the ground. 

“shut up,” you said again, finishing up your drawing; a task you had been given by the buzzfeed interviewer before louis had decided to throw you a curveball in conversation that he knew would piss you off. 

you were supposed to be drawing each other and you would say you were doing pretty well until he called you crazy, and you started turning his normal facial features into something drastically different, making him look like a cartoonish boy. 

“you done with your drawing yet?” “yeah.”

“go on now, show it off,” you motioned, your tone no longer amused, or enlightened, but a bit annoyed, and he could tell, that being the main reason as to why he couldn’t stop smiling. “show off the master piece, louis.”

“i don’t know if i want to,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, “i’m kind of nervous.”

“shut your trap,” you said quickly, “you weren't nervous to question why you were friends with me or call me crazy.” 

“it was a joke, darling, you know that.” 

you were so close to flipping him off at the sound of darling, his attempt to lighten you up, but instead you pressed your lips into a thin line, ignoring him. 

louis giggled again after a good amount of silence, “fine, i’ll go first.” 

he flipped the small notebook around to reveal numerous pencil marks and scribbles on the white page that all came together in attempt to create a replica of your face. 

a real good attempt. 

you squinted, trying to get a good look at the drawing and you practically gasped, “why does that look good?” 

“all talent over here, baby,” he didn't skip a beat, raising his hands up in a cocky expression with a grin on his face, “only the best for my best.”

your cheeks tinted red as you looked down at your lap, shaking your head. the fueled annoyance you had for him seconds ago beginning to slowly vanish out of thin air. 

louis knew very well exactly how to fire you up just as well as make you nervous, the good kind of nervous where you got all flustered. your cheeks glowed red, and you'd fidget with your fingers, avoiding eye contact. 

“lets see yours now.” 

“no.” 

“no?” he quirked his brow, “why?”

“because now i feel bad,” you mumbled, no longer caring for him calling you impulsive and crazy, “you did real good on yours and i kinda.. didn’t.”

he smiled sweetly, “i don’t care, i just would like to see your perception of me.”

you rolled your eyes, turning your notebook around to face the camera, allowing the boy to see your very cartoonish drawing of him. and he laughed, his smile spreading wider across his cheeks. 

“you’re gonna mail that to me,” he mumbled, “i’ll have my mum hang it right above the fire place.” 

you closed your notebook, pulling it away from the camera while your cheeks grew redder and redder as his flattering words flew through your ears, “oh shut it, it wasn’t that good.”

“i still enjoyed it,” he reassured, “i mean it’s probably the best drawing i’ve seen of myself by far.”

you smiled, humming, “only the best for my best.”

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Series

Six Years: One // Two // Three // Four

old friends, part three. eli moskowitz x reader

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

warnings 🚫: swearing, small amount of violence, reader is real emotional/bipolar, and writing that might not make sense/in need of writing

slater’s note 🗯: hi! LAST PART, honestly thought it would go longer but i’m pretty sure this is it, if some of y’all want a fourth part, i’ll take it into consideration :) but thank you guys

part one, part two, part three, part four

“i fucking hate you.”

words he could barely process before you used all the force built up in your body to shove eli, not caring where he ended up and certainly not what he would do to you next.

and you grinned drunkly, watching him topple backwards into moon’s heated pool, a fulfilled smile already on your face before you could even process the grip he had ahold of on your arm.

you let out a shriek once feeling the tips of your sneakers dip out into the edge of the pool, water soon wrapping around you like a cool blanket.

it had felt like you were under there forever, the heated pool, not so heated, with bubbles flying out from underneath you, but you had resurrfaced just as fast as you went under, the boy who had pulled you in already above the green colored pool from the effect of the LEDS, the side of his face absolutely enraged.

eli turned to you quickly, grabbing onto forearm, practically dragging you out of the pool and you had just wished the water that was soaked in your clothes would have dragged you down lower, you wish the water would have prevented you from moving at all.

the crowd of teens previously surrounding you and tory’s drink off now faced you and hawk, it being completely silent to the point that you could hear the sway of pools water sloping back and forth against the pool tile walls so clearly that it hurt your ears.

you searched for miguel while being roughly pulled away from the scene and right as you did, his eyes finding yours, you were swallowed deeper into the crowd of teens and then into moon’s home before you were in the driveway where less and less people begun to appear.

you had stopped pulling once you had went out the front door, content with how he was about to beat the shit out of you for embarrassing him. for embarrassing hawk.

eli shoved you into the passenger side door of his car before getting into the drivers seat after rounding the front of his nice red car that made you wonder where he found the money to afford it.

“what the fuck is your problem?”

you flinched and maybe you shouldn’t have because his voice was rather unusually calm for someone who was soaking wet from being pushed into a pool.

he narrowed his brows at your strange reaction before flattening out into a blank expression once again, waiting for you to say something because now was your time.

“eli, i don’t-“

“shut up,” he said quickly, “you fucking humiliated me tonight for your own petty reasons, you’re giving me a reason as to why.”

an opportunity like this would never happen again, especially after tonight. and as much as you wanted to stay silent-

“speak faster.”

-he was practically breathing down your neck with how inpatient he was at that moment.

“i hate the person you’ve turned into,” you mumbled, forcing it out, avoiding his gaze that was so obviously set on you, consuming you, wanting you to look back at him.

just look.

“i hate the person you’ve turned into, and i hate the way you ignore me so easily, and i hate the way you don’t miss me, and i hate the way you act like you don’t give a fuck, i hate the way that you walk around and kiss other girls like ours meant nothing to you, like i meant nothing to you,” tears dipped out of your eyes, sending gel like orbs of clear liquid down your cheeks, your voice now raised.

“i hate you, i hate you so fucking much!”

eli slowly closed his eyes, as if it would help shield himself away from your yelling, your drunken curses and cries that so easily slipped out of your mouth and into his ears.

“you never cared about me, you never gave a fuck about me or demetri, and how could you? after all the fucking shit we’ve been through?”

he clenched his jaw, opening his eyes back up, meeting the glossy shells of yours, anger filling and pouring in and out of every feature glued onto your face.

you hated the way he stared at you, you hated the way he looked so blank, like he didn’t care, just like he never did. it hurt.

it hurt, it hurt, it hurt.

and you wanted to make him hurt.

“fuck you!” you smacked his chest, causing him to flinch back against the car door, “fuck you! you don’t even care right now, do you? you never did.”

you smacked his chest again and again and again till he stopped flinching away, absorbing the blows against his chest.

you were drunk.

he had to repeat it in his head, you were drunk. you weren’t sensible, you weren’t able to piece it all together because you were drunk.

“you stupid fucking boy,” you spat, your hits becoming harder and harder as you let the anger seep deeper into your pores, “too fucking insecure about his past that he has to make sure everything of it is eliminated. fuck you, fuck you and your stupid back tattoo.”

eli quickly grabbed onto your wrists quickly, forcing them over your head, pressing them against the passenger seat window. cold glass lightly touching your wrists as he held them their, tightly.

he was leaned over you, resisting a glare about to take over his stare, trying to hold the pointed and serious look instead. he didn’t want you to see you had strucked a nerve, he just wanted you to calm down.

he was having a hard time himself staying in that aroma.

“you done?” he raised his eyebrows, watching the tears dry on your cheeks while you still had bubbles of water glazed over your eyes, trying your best to hold it all back.

“fuck you.”

“yes, fuck me,” he whispered, “get over it, y/n.”

he paused, analyzing the position you were in before continuing, “people change, for better or for worse, they change.. so just accept it... you changed too.”

you swallowed, the amount of confrontation he had in that moment was overwhelming to your slowly sobering self, but you still were largely intoxicated, making you glare.

“okay, hawk,” you hissed, pushing against the strong hold he had on your wrists, and for that moment, he pressed harder against the glass, “i’m not the one who had to entirely change their personality just so my sensi would like me.”

“and i’m not the one who had to turn to alcohol just to cope with the fact that i had no more friends,” he shot back, completely unbothered from your words, even though it should have stung.

and it did for a second before he had to remind himself, you didn’t mean it.

you were drunk. you were drunk. you were drunk. you were drunk.

“fuck you,” you repeated but this time it came out as a whine, you tried jerking forward but you made difference to his strong hold, “you’re the reason i even started drinking in the first place, eli, you ruined me!”

his glare softened at your words, causing him to let go and pull away slowly back into the drivers seat, sitting properly.

“it’s not because i didn’t have any friends, it was because of the one friend i didn’t have,” you rubbed your wrists, “fucking you and your stupid ass.”

“y/n, i-“ eli stopped mid phrase, his lips pressed into a thin line, trying to think of how he could phrase correctly with the weight suddenly pressed onto his chest, “i didn’t know.”

“why would you?” you whispered, hurt soaking your voice, “you never answered my calls, never showed up, never-“

“i shouldn’t have ignored you,” he cut you off quickly not wanting to be reminded of all he did, his voice was so silent that you almost didn’t hear it. “i shouldn’t have done any of that to you.”

licking the inside of your cheek, you glanced over to him, hoping he wasn’t looking at you, and he wasn’t, he looked ahead straight into the dark sky, staring at the stars through his front windshield.

the stars.

they flickered and shone brightly, lighting up the sky like a lamp in a dark room. you swore you could see them move, rotating around like one of those mobiles that hung above young children’s heads, coaxing them to sleep.

dancing stars.

you let a small smile of a strange satisfaction take over your drunken state at the sight of the glowing stars, the corners of your cheeks arising and your eyes crinkling in the corners.

calm.

“i’m so sorry...” were the last words that you allowed to reach your ears, making your cheeks go red and your body go slack in content, the rest history as the car started with a hum and ended with the sound of exhaust, the stars following you all the way to the end, following two old friends to the end.

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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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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”