What Cobra Kai Boys Do For Valentines Day.

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

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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way too early. roommate!louis partridge x reader

summary 📣: you’re a deeper sleeper than louis, creating conflict when you are not awoken from your alarm and he is.

warnings 🚫: unedited, swearing, asshole louis, and slight tension? idk 

slater’s note 🗯: i got the writing prompt from here, inbox is open, enjoy :)

the loud blaring of your alarm set for 6:30 could be very easily heard through the paper thin walls of the apartment you and louis shared.

he stared awake at the ceiling, his eyes tracing the cracks as the very annoying sound repeated and repeated in the background. he was having a good dream, one that didn’t involve living in the crappy apartment he was in now in new york on the edge of a college campus. 

he had been laying there awake for five minutes, motionless, hoping as each passing second went by you would finally be disturbed from your very apparent deep sleep and into reality.

louis knew it wouldn’t happen anytime soon and you would have to wake up in your own way.

in the short amount of time of sharing an apartment with you, louis had learned a lot about you, picking things up fast. he learned that you had very unhealthy habits. he learned that you only showered in the late hours of the night or in the very early hours of the morning. he learned you hated a dirty kitchen but were always the one making the messes. he learned you hated the campus coffee but for some reason always had a cup every other morning, hoping it would be better from the time before. and he learned that you always slept through your alarm. 

every morning. every morning he had to deal with this. and every morning he had never bothered to say anything and just put up with a noise, shoving a pillow over his face hoping he’d either suffocate to death or just something to make that irritating noise go away.

louis groaned, sliding onto his feet where the cold wooden floor pressed against the bottom of his feet. he shook the sleep from his head as he exited his room, walking into your own, deciding today he would finally do something. 

his eyes immediately landed on your phone, the screen screaming away on the nightstand right next to you, where you were peacefully unbothered.

he pressed the orange ‘stop’ button, the sound finally ceasing, a very quiet aroma taking over, causing him to sigh, his head dipping back, eyes meeting the ceiling in relief. 

“you fucking-“ he looked to you before cutting himself off from saying something rude, his lips pressing into a thin line as he decided to take more of an observation of you sleeping instead. 

so peaceful, so calm, so fragile...

so annoying that you were sleeping and he wasn’t.

louis flicked your nose causing you to flinch up from your sleep.

he rolled his eyes, mumbling, “so that’s what wakes you.”

you groaned, rolling over onto your stomach, shying away from his presence.

“y/n, get up,” he pressed his hand on your back, nudging you more from the current state you were in, that being between dreamland and consciousness.

you pushed so hard to stay in dreamland, brushing off louis’ light pushes that you hadn’t really processed to be him until you felt his hand wrap around your ankle tightly, yanking you from your bed.

you yelp, flinching up before settling into the cold hard wooden floor, your body soon aching.

“you have class, get up,” his voice was stern as he stared down at you and the way you practically cowered away, looking for something of warmth to cover yourself from the cold apartment air that ate away at anything that gave off remote heat. 

“no, louis,” you groaned, doing a half crunch as he began dragging you out to the living room of your apartment, “please, just let me sleep, class doesn't matter that much anyways.” 

“i’ve been up for a ten solid minutes due to your stupid alarm, i’m not letting you sleep,” he harshly explained to you causing you to groan again as he walked away towards the kitchen, filling a clear glass he got from one of the grey cabinets full of faucet water. 

“louis, please.”

he didn’t answer, knowing you weren't going to move anytime soon nor would you try to wake yourself up. you just needed some motivation to get up and get ready. 

the boy walked back over to you, holding the glass over your now calm body, slowly falling back into sleep with your eyes shut and chest falling up and down steadily. 

with one more thought, louis dipped the glass down, the water pouring out fast and landing on top of your body. you immediately sat up, another yelp coming from the back of your throat, cold faucet water pouring nonstop until you were entirely soaked from head to waist. 

“you fucking prick!” you smacked the back of his clothed leg. 

you hoped up to your feet, your body fuming as you tried your best to size up to louis despite him being a bit taller without trying. he looked down at you lazily and slightly unbothered, eyes dull, not worried about what you would do next, because you really couldn't do anything. 

“what’s your problem?”

“my problem is that you set your alarm too early for an eight o’clock class,” he mumbled, eyeing you carefully as you glared at him with pure annoyance mixed with the slightest hatred for not only disturbing your sleep but soaking you with freezing cold water. 

“i would clock you in the face right now-”

“yeah, right, i bet you would,” you barely got your sentence out before he spoke, nodding in a mocking sense, knowing you wouldn't hit him. you were too fragile to do anything to inflict physical harm on anyone, especially him. 

not that you cared about him too much to hit him, but you knew if you tried, you would fail in a very painful way. 

“fucking take a shower,” he mumbled, tossing the glass on one of the chairs that filled the living room before giving you one last look with your white tee-shirt sticking to your skin and water droplets swimming down your thighs slowly. 

he walked back to his room, slamming the door shut, leaving you in a very pissy mood. you would have ignored his command, matching his actions and just go back to your room but you were already soaked in water, you might as well have gotten it over before he came back out and did any worse. 

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highschool rivals, part one. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which reader believes hawk is fucking with her when saying he does karate, but he won’t prove otherwise, no matter how much she begs.

warning/s 🚫: swearing, UNEDITED, MAJOR CRINGE

slater’s note 🗯: au where robby and miguel and hawk are all friends. this is kind of a crack fic because reader really just wants to get punched in the face and it doesn’t make sense

part one, part two

hawk is a pussy.

that’s all you could think as you walked down the west valley high school halls, searching.

for what? hawk.

where? you didn’t know.

you didn’t even go to the high school but rather the private one on the richer side of LA, east high private school for exceptional girls. you had your school uniform still on, the blue plaid skirt they made you wear swished around your waist as you marched down the blue tiled halls.

the idea of finding hawk seemed to be a lot easier in your head then when it was put into motion, it was like you had completely dismissed the fact that you had never been in west valley high, and you had only met this boy two weeks ago.

you had been parked up on the north carige hills, looking over the city lights with your friends when a silver beamer with tinted windows pulled up and parked right next to you, three boys and their siloettes inhabiting the inside of the new looking car.

it wasn’t long till they rolled down the passenger side window causing a chain reaction of you and your friend who sat in the backseat to do the same.

it revealed a teenaged boy with spiky red hair and a loud looking smirk on his face, an angry red scar that resembled lightning struck up the tip of his top lip.

“how’re we doing this evening, ladies?”

“oh dear god,” your friend harper mumbled under her breath from the passenger seat, the only one without her window down.

you chuckled lightly, glancing at the already annoyed brunette, before drawing your attention back to the boy and his friends.

“fine,” you nodded in a more upbeat tone then your friend, “and you?”

“good,” he nodded his head before looking between his friends, “say, you up for some car hoping?”

the answer was obviously yes and as soon as it was offered, mia, your other friend, practically hoped out of the backseat and into their own.

“depends,” harper shouted over your shoulder before anyone made a move, “how much weed do you got in that nice car of yours?”

he rolled his eyes, looking back to the boy in the drivers seat, a boy with tan skin and hair gelled up like all teen boys. he was smiling, and then shrugged when the boy with the mohawk looked to him.

“just get in.”

the night felt like a fever dream. immediately after your exited your own car, locking the door, you were shoved into the lap of the mohawk boy, not literally but it all felt quick enough to be a shove in the situation.

there had seemed to be no space in the back, another boy and your two friends already seated and buckled.

harper smiled up at you innocently after rolling down the window, “oh no, whatever will we do?”

“you can sit on my lap, princess.”

you rolled your eyes, thinking about if you had never gotten into that car or sat on mohawk boys lap, you wouldn’t be in the stupid situation you were in now. and it wasn’t really a situation, but more of a problem.

the sound of your ringtone echoed from the inside of your skirt pocket, you grasped the rectangle shaped devise before sighing, seeing the contact name ‘mia’.

“hello?”

“are you actually here?”

you exhaled while pinching the bridge of your nose, “yes.”

“no way, y/n, you’re fucking crazy.”

mia went to west valley high unlike you and harper, she was considered ‘the public school trash’ of your friend group, a long going joke ever since freshman year for the three of you.

she had never met hawk or miguel or robby, the boys you had acquainted in the silver beamer. which wouldn’t make sense until you actually got to meet her and how antisocial she was until she was around you and harper.

she was ditsy, clumsy, but could never put herself in very confrontational situations unless you or harper were there.

“he’s a pussy, mia.”

“so you just showed up?” she cried as you nodded even though she couldn’t see you, her own head shaking back and forth in disbelief at how impulsive you could be with your decisions, “and now you’re going to kick his ass... just because he wouldn’t kick yours?”

“c’mon mia, there is no way this boy actually knows karate, and if he did, why wouldn’t he at least try me?”

“y/n, you’re crazy!” she yelled in your ear but then it’s real silent causing you to frown, narrowing your brows.

“mia, he’s a pussy.”

“y/n, you’re crazy,” she repeated, but this time in a whisper, “and you’re also a female... who he made out with.”

your cheeks redden and you pressed your phone closer to the side of your face out of consciousness. it made you roll your eyes at how easily self conscious and embarrassed you got just at the thought of him and his body pressed against yours.

“female, mia, female. it’s 2021, how sexist could he be?” you said after a long pause, completely skipping over the part of ‘who he made out with’.

“where are you-“ the sound of the bell made her stop mid sentence, her eyes tracing the clock, “wait, y/n, wait for me before you make anymore crazy decisions.”

you rolled your eyes, hanging up the phone without any hesitation.

people begun to fill the hallway, squishing you tighter and tighter until you felt like you were in an impact box.

and even in that tight impact box, you could make out hawk’s stupid red mohawk bouncing through the air as he walked the opposite way you did, completely oblivious to the path he was about to cross, and the large storm heading his way.

you grabbed onto his arm, yanking him into the flow of your river, surprising him as well as miguel, who was previously by hawk’s side... until he wasn’t. his head stuck out from the opposite side of the hall, shock and confusion written in his face as he kept walking, there would be no stopping in a high school hallway.

“what the fuck man- y/n?” he looked like he was about to swing and you almost wished he did, but he recognized you way too fast, “what’re you doing here, princess?”

“don’t ‘princess’ me,” you taunted, “punch me in the face.”

“what?”

“punch me in the face.”

“y/n, we’ve been over this,” he rolled his eyes, not even bothering to look at you, now knowing how ridiculous the conversation you were about to have would be.

“yeah a week ago,” you said, falling into step with him, and he looks over to you with a look of unbelievability, scoffing before looking away from you again.

“what?”

“you’re fucking crazy.”

“you’re the one lying about doing karate,” you say, looking up to him causing him to scoff again.

“why would i lie about that?”

“you tell me mohawk boy.”

“shut up, i’m not punching you in the face.”

“who even does karate anymore anyways?” you mumbled more to yourself then him as the two of you continued to hustle down the hallway.

“shut up, babe,” he mumble right back, “you’re just mad i won’t touch you.”

“shut up, you couldn’t get enough of me last week,” you shot back, almost wanting to look at him and glare, but you kept looking forward, keeping your composure.

“please, you were the one-“

“y/n!”

before hawk could finish his sentence, mia appeared from around the corner, her hands out lifted in the air as if to question why you were actually standing five feet away from her.

you rolled your eyes while hawk raised his brows in question.

“you’re actually crazy!”

“that’s what i’m saying.”

“y/n, i thought i saw your face,” miguel rounded the corner out of no where, his hands stuffed in his pockets while a small smile was printed on his face.

you look to all three of the teenagers that stood before you, your mind whirling around as you tried to comprehend the words that came spitting from their mouths.

“slow down,” you raised your both your hands, giving each of them pointed looks, “one, i’m not crazy, two, you’re the one crazy because you’re most definitely lying about doing karate, and three,” your face softened as you turned to miguel, giving him a smile, “hi miguel.”

he smiled back before laughing, his chest vibrating up and down, looking to hawk, “yeah, hawk, why you gotta lie like that?”

“shut up.”

“just punch me in the face.”

“no,” he practically yelled, glaring at you, “shut up.”

“why not?”

“because it’s the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard and if you don’t want to believe me, you don’t have to,” he rolled his eyes, waving you off, starting to walk down the hall again, only this time with miguel. 

you could tell that he was increasingly getting annoyed, which could only be good for you. maybe he’d finally cave. 

“so, are we hanging out this weekend?” miguel called back to you and mia, trying to break the awkward silence that settled over all four of you once you guys existed the high school and out into the parking lot. 

“i don’t know, i might be busy,” you lied, and they all rolled their eyes to the obvious snark in the back of your throat, key to your lying.

“c’mon princess,” hawk began to mumble, “we all know you have no other friends.”

“shut up,” you stopped along with mia for you had reached her car, “at least i don’t lie about doing karate.”

miguel laughed to himself, leaning against a neighboring car as hawk looked at you with annoyance, shaking his head.

“bye, guys,” miguel nodded off to you and mia as he began to walk to his car, cuing hawk to walk with him, no longer feeling like entertaining a conversation about lies and karate and all the teasing that flew out of your mouth.

you waved goodbye, your lips pursed as you watch the red dyed hair boy walk off, your mind swirling at all the stupid things you had said in the past ten minutes.

“oh one more thing,” you watched hawk stopped short, turning back around and jogging back to you and then closer and closer then before, his mouth touching the crest of your ear, “you look really hot in your school uniform.”

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past lives, part one. nick clark x named!reader

summary 📣: in which reader doesn’t remember anything about her life before it all went down besides her name and nick attempts to make her feel better but ends up bringing himself down

warning/s 🚫: mentions of drugs, smoking, and i think some swearing...

slater’s note 🗯: i actually gave the reader a name, which is Gaia and that’s only because it will pull through in future chapters, but it’s still from the you pov. also someone help me figure out the formatting of writing for this shit 😵

“hey, you got another one of those?”

the boy with tangled hair sat on a box against the back of one of the buildings in your camp. he squinted up at you, the cigarette pinned inbetween his fingers.

you squinted back at him but then your eyes adjusted to the sunlight shinning over his grimmed up face of blood and dirt.

he glanced down at the cancer stick before looking back up at you, “uh, this is my last one,” he mumbled, “but here.”

he reaches up to you, handing the bad habit off. you didn’t smoke, at least it wasn’t a norm for you and you had only done it a couple of times when you were on a vacation, having met someone your age who did.

you allowed the toxins to swallow the air in your throat as you inhaled, your head tilting back wanting it to seem like you felt a level of satisfaction but you choked, hacking and coughing.

it had been awhile.

he smiled an open mouth smirk, looking up at you in amusement, “awh, an amuture,” he joked, extending his arm back up as you handed him back the stick.

you fall into a coughing fit as he begins to smoke again, watching you with a blank stare as well as amusement intertwined in his pupils.

your eyes water, you swallow, and turned to face him. the boy with tangled hair dropped what was the last of his cigarette, twisting his shoe on the burning material.

“what’s your name?”

you had seen the boy with tangled hair around the camp multiple times but you didn’t ever figure out his name, despite being growing friends with his sister, alicia.

she never talked about him, and when she did she only referred to him as “my brother”. you could see the admiration she had for him in her eyes despite her saying multiple times that he was crazy.

“nick,” he looked up to you, his chapped lips pursed, reaching his hand up to you, you took it.

“you’re friends with alicia right?” he asked, after shaking his rough hand with yours, “have that weird space name?”

you lightly scoff, “yeah.”

“Gaia?”

“yeah.”

“what does it mean?”

“what?”

“your name,” he gestures to yourself, “it has to mean something, they always do.”

he motions for you to sit next to him after awhile as the silence takes over. you try to think, try to remember the meaning of your name, but you couldn’t, it was tightly packed away with the rest of your life from before.

“i don’t remember,” you mumble after taking a seat next to him on the concrete, he moves the box he was sitting on aside, sitting next to you.

“oh,” he bites his lip thinking, his eyes gliding across the concrete back and forth quickly before his eyes light up, coming to a realization, “that’s right, the accident you were in-“

“yeah,” you say, cutting him off just as quickly as he connected it all together.

your name wasn’t the only thing alicia had told him about you. she wouldn’t shut up about all the things she learned about you and how it was nice to finally have a friend that was her age.

madison was happy to hear, nick couldn’t care less till he realized you were who you were.

you were the girl that got in that crash with your parents, not only causing glass to shatter but as well as your memories. everything from your childhood to even your name.

for the longest time you were just... girl, gal, buddy, or whatever the people of the camp pleased to call you, but never your name. nothing ever struck a match, lit a candle, or caused a realization of light as to clue you onto whatever your parents had gracefully gifted you.

well that was until you had tripped and smacked your head against the ground.

gaia.

only gaia and nothing else because whatever was left of you was gone. not only in the world, but in your mind. even if you wanted to fantasize about the past, your past, you couldn’t. it was just all gone. you went blank.

“hey,” he whispered, “there’s nothing worth rememberin’ anyways, it was all a waste. everything that lead up to now is just a waste.”

you would respectfully disagree. he still remembers everything about his life. he remembers the good, the bad, and everything that made him, him.

you were a nobody, at least he was somebody.

“it’s easier to not remember,” he mumbled, “i mean it’s easier on oneself not to know who they are or what they did...”

“you’re smarter than that,” you mumbled, glancing at him, “you know none of that is true.”

“yeah, well, i’m just trying to make you feel better.”

you look at him fully now only to see a small sympathetic smile on his face.

even though there were enough times in nick’s past he wished he could forget, they were what made him himself, those bad things had caused him to learn and grow and shape into the person he was right then and there sitting before you.

but sometimes it was nice to forget, maybe that was what was so appealing to the drugs in the first place.

it was nice to forget.

not your fault, part two. cobra kai x reader

summary 📣: eli hopes to make reader realize it’s not her fault by introducing a rather curious boy.

warnings 🚫: swearing, slight mental breakdown but not really

slater’s note 🗯: i’m beginning to think there will be more then three parts to this and there maybe robby keene x reader near future, lmk if you guys would be down for that

part one, part two,

you didn’t know robby keene. you had heard a lot about him, especially after he was taken in by daniel larusso, but you hadn’t exactly realized he was the one.

yes, it was practically everywhere, on the news, in your highschool, everywhere. this was the kid on the run after pushing a kid off a balcony only to break his back.

it just never occurred to you.

he sat before you with his arms crossed, analyzing you, “you look like shit.”

you furrowed your brows, confused as to how random and straight forward he was. this had been the first words spoken between the two of you, silence consuming the both of your atmospheres while calm talking surrounded you.

“why are you here?” he mumbled, “i don’t know you. do you know my dad or something?”

“who’s your dad?”

“nevermind,” he licked the inside of his cheek, diverting his attention toward the cement floor, “why are you here?”

he knew why.

your faced screwed up, feeling a heavy set of blame sink into your shoulders with the nasty tone he was using in you, “i don’t know.”

“tell her what you did,” eli walked up behind you, glaring straight at robby who shared the same expression of hatred, his arms crossed, leaned back.

“fuck you-“

“no fuck you,” eli spat back, his body practically fully leaned over your shoulder, like you were the only thing stopping him from strangling robby, “you tell her your the problem, tell her she wasn’t the one.”

robby sighed, eyes breaking off from eli’s, shaking his head lightly before meeting your own eyes, filled with curiosity and general exhaust.

he had no idea who you were and getting a call about a girl who felt like it was all her fault for miguel’s hospitalization even though she wasn’t even there for half of it didn’t help.

he didn’t understand why he was even still sitting before you, preparing to tell you that this wasn’t your fault. he didn’t know you, he had never met you, and he was about to go to an extent he would never go to for anyone.

making someone feel better about themselves.

he exhaled, sitting up from his relaxed position, “look, it’s not your fault miguel’s in a coma, alright? it’s mine, okay?”

“i could’ve help-“

“no you couldn’t have,” he said fast, trying to end things quickly, giving you a look of reassurance, the type of look that made you feel as if you had history with him, like he knew you inside and out, “you can’t save everybody.”

you cant save everybody.

why’d he have to say it like that? phrase it like that?

saying it as if miguel was already dead and he was sentenced to life in the juvenile detention center and that you’d have to let it go.

the reassurance and sympathy he was offering suddenly made you feel sick to your stomach, tying up in knots of pain, swimming up to your throat making you choke up.

you got up quickly, the sound of the metal chair scraping against the concrete floor making a loud, annoying noise causing both boys to cringe, clenching their jaws.

robby watched you walk off quickly, shoulders hunched up in heaving sadness. you felt like you’d breakdown any second, it couldn’t be over with, it just couldn’t, miguel would pull through, he would just have to.

“never was good with those sort of things,” he whispered to himself almost jokingly, but he allowed your grief to hit his head to realize it wasn’t funny.

“wait to go, asshole.”

“hey, it’s not my job to make her feel better about herself,” robby scoffed, leaning back into his chair, crossing his arms.

“yeah, but it isn’t her fault in the first place.”

“yeah, no shit, she’s not the one in juvie,” he snapped, making eli glare at him even harder, eyes crinkling at the sides, eyes filled with fire of spite and rage.

and then a long silence took over as eli looked back to where you had run off, his lip finding its way between his teeth as he tried to think of what to next.

robby did the same, only staring straight forward at the plain white cinder block walls.

maybe he should’ve been more sympathetic and thoughtful about his words, maybe, because then again you weren’t his problem.

yes but if you hadn’t done what you did, she wouldn’t feel this way.

fuck, he didn’t even know you, why was he trying to find excuse as to why it was his fault you felt this way? it was all stupid, he only wished he could be back in a peaceful mindset like he was before all this, back to not knowing you even existed, before knowing miguel existed, and sam, and when he would steal and lie and his only worry would be where his mom was.

“do you think he’ll wake up?” the words slipped past robby’s lips unintentionally, as if he was meaning to ask more of himself rather then eli who turned to him quickly, slightly shocked.

“what do you mean,” he mumbled, “of course he will.”

but the truth was, eli only said that because he hoped it was true. he was rather doubtful in his answer and robby could tell by the tone of his voice and how fast he said it.

he truely didn’t know what to think, but he hoped there was more truth in eli’s statement then what they both thought for both their sake.

analyzing your state previous moments before, he knew nothing good could come from your end if miguel did anything but wake up. it’d send you off a cliff and it didn’t take a genius to see that.

he assumed many people would end up in the same boat as you, but the thing was, he wouldn’t even be in that boat, you’d be in the water, wasting away, just like miguel.

“you better hope he does, otherwise that’s murder on your end.”

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