Not Your Fault, Part Two. Cobra Kai X Reader

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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old friends, part one. eli moskowitz x reader

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

warning/s 🚫: swearing, maybe some cringey parts idk

slater’s note 🗯: hi, this is only part one! i’ll link part two when i finish it :) inbox open !

part one, part two, part three, part four

you were done.

being ignored was one thing, but being forgotten was a different kind of hurt. especially by the one person in the world you wish would notice you again.

after he he changed his hair and got that stupid tattoo on his back everything seemed to change. his lip no longer mattered to him, and you were happy for him, you were glad he finally overcame the one thing that seemed to be stopping him from living his life.

but he wasn’t the same, and it hurt to see how fast he changed into someone you couldn’t recognize. just a boy who wore the same face your old best friend used to wear, nothing left to show of him but the red scar than ran along his upper lip.  

the day was cold causing you to wrap up with a sweater you had found in the back of your closet, it had made you pause in the moment, holding the blue fabric between your hands, rubbing it between your finger tips. 

you inhaled the scent, keeping your eyes closed at the old smell of his cologne.

eli had bought you the sweater for your birthday but stole and wore it on multiple occasions, leaving the thick scent of cheap cologne he had gotten at the mall on the rough blue knotted together fabric. 

now opening your eyes, you slid it over your head. being wrapped up in the warmth of the knit only reminded you of him, which was the exact reason why you had approached him in the first place. 

he may have been able to forget about you and moved on to his new life, but there was no way you could, not that easy anyway, not after all you two had been through. and maybe confrontation would help with that. 

what’s the worst that could happen?

“you’re actually going to do it today?”

“yeah, I was thinking of doing it during bio chem-”

“do what?” miguel kept a thin lipped smile barging in on the conversation you were beginning to keep with demetri, his arm looping around your neck making you slouch a bit. 

you drowned out demetri’s voice as he began to explain your plan after you had hesitated to answer, your eyes searching around the lunch room for him. 

it wasn't hard, lately eli, or hawk, seemed to be the center of attention at all times. his voice echoing out through the large dining hall, over powering most of the other quality talking being taken place between the other students. 

you made a lot of impulsive decisions, throwing out your common knowledge on situations and basic plans you created in order to be prepared for better or for worse. those plans were pointless.

you got up and before miguel could pull you back to sit down, you were already halfway there.

“y/n, stop, this is not a good idea,” miguel tried to grab your arm again, wanting to protect you from the oncoming hurt he knew would be coming your way.

even as you had known eli longer, miguel knew him better and the more current him, otherwise known as hawk. and he knew the eli you used to know, the one who would never even think about remotely hurting you, was gone and he now wouldn’t have a problem with making you cry.

and miguel didn’t want to see nor find out how dark of a place hawk could put you in.

“eli, i need to talk to you.”

his laughing stopped short, back being turned to you as he tried his best to process what was happening, who had said his name, because no one called him that besides demetri, and the last time he checked, demetri’s voice was deeper, not by much, but there was a difference. 

“it’s hawk to you, sweetheart,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he shifted his body to slightly face you, but he stops short, face dropping, realizing he should have known it was you by the distinct sound of your voice he had known and learned to keep ahold of for years. 

he didn’t understand how he forgot it so fast. 

“i need to talk to you, eli,” you repeated, making him clench his jaw. 

the expression on his face made you want to cower away in embarrassment. they were all looking at you, all his friends, and somehow eli’s stare was more menacing than all theirs combined. 

he didn’t intend for it to be harsh, he was just tired, it was like seeing you had all suddenly drained all the energy from his body, drained all of hawks energy from his body. 

he suddenly felt like his old self again and it scared him. he saw his old self in you.

and that old sweater you wore, the one he bought at the old second hand store. oh that sweater, something he hadn’t thought about in a long time. 

“no can do babe, hawk doesn’t talk to girls who aren’t worth his time,” it took awhile for him to retaliate, but a smirk filled his face once he somewhat recovered, but you could see the caution and hesitanetness in his features, like he didn’t want use the words he had to say on you, like he didn’t want to use hawk’s words.

“don’t refer to yourself in the third person,” you mumbled, already exhausted with a conversation that had barely just begun. 

he frowned again as his friends around him cooed in amusement, practically taunting him on, wondering if he was going to let some girl treat him like that.

but you weren’t just some girl.

that’s what made it difficult.  

he clenched his jaw, glancing behind him before looking back to you, getting up from the red plastic lunch chair fast, over towering you quickly. 

all the dignity you had vanished, causing you to swallow roughly, looking up to the forced anger in his eyes. 

“look, i don’t know who you think you are, but don’t fuck with me,” he could have shoved you, spit on you, punched you, done anything to inflict physical pain, but nothing would hurt like the words he spat in your face. 

“you don’t know me and i don’t know you,” he warned, glaring down at you, “stay the fuck away from me.”

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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too late now, part one. louis partridge x reader

summary 📣: in which reader wants to fix amends but louis can’t find himself to forgive her, memories still stuck in his head

warning/s 🚫: none, just angst

slater’s note 🗯: gladly anon! i love this boy and really need more motivation to write for him. i do also think i will need a part two for this one so look out for that, also this story is inspired by this list of prompts!

part one, part two

you weren’t surprised when you heard the sound of his voicemail, his sweet voice saying to leave a message and he’ll get back as soon as he can. it made you sigh, pursing you lips, knowing he probably wouldn’t get back to you, he never did.

the sound of the beep made you inhale, “hey louis, it’s me again...” you paused, wondering if whether it was a good idea to do this, “i know i’m the last person you want to talk to but i really want to see you, really, please, we need to figure things out. i’ll be at roseford tomorrow at noon.”

you quickly hung up your phone, setting the device down on your dinning room table.

it was too late to go back now.

—

nothing could compare to the nervousness you felt right in that moment, sitting in the roseford garden restaurant. even the soft, colorful lively flowers couldn’t calm you.

you bit the nail of your thumb, bouncing your knee up and down, just knowing nothing good could happen, he wasn’t going to put your unnerving thoughts to rest, and that was because:

he wasn’t coming.

you just knew he wasn’t coming, it was half an hour past the time you had told him you’d be at the roseford. maybe he hadn’t even gotten the message, was it possible that you were waiting for nothing?

that probably would be the case since louis barely checked his voicemail box let alone his messages when the two of you were still together.

he spent most his time sleeping than on his phone or with you. he was a tired kid who would rather cuddle in bed then go out for a night of fun or even watch a movie in the comfort of his own home. no, he just wanted the comfort of his bed.

you sighed once more, taking a sip of the iced water that had been refilled more than once in the past thirty minutes. you had began to get weird looks from your waiter after the first three times, him noticing you were literally only sitting there, not even looking through the menu. it was embarrassing.

and you were just about to give up, your body going slack, knowing it was too late for anything to happen now.

but the sight of the boy entering the beautiful building proved you otherwise, his back slouched but he was walking rather quickly, like he had a mission, like he was anxious, and he was, you could tell by the way he clutched the back of his neck when he reached nearer to you that his nerves were up and on edge.

you smiled softly once he sat across from you, a waiter coming by a second later like clockwork asking if he wanted anything to drink. but louis denied him, turning to you, causing you to frown... because he was frowning. an annoyed one with a hint of sadness intertwined with his lips.

“what do you want?”

your mouth opened slightly at the harshness of his voice, “louis- i just wanted to catch-“

“i came because you wanted to figure things out,” he said quickly, eyes not meeting yours but rather switching from the table to the side of your face to the floor, but never your eyes, “i’m here to move on, not play another stupid game of yours.”

“louis no this isn’t-“

“but isn’t it?” he leaned forward on his forearms, silence taking over for a awhile, his eyes now meeting yours. he wasn’t so sure you weren’t messing with his head right in that moment, calling him months later after it all went down, calling to sort things out.

it didn’t sound right to him and he was still healing from the wound you caused him... as were you, and as the word “game” flew from his mouth, it deepened yours.

“i would have done anything for you,” he said suddenly and rather quickly, “anything.”

his words stung as he said them in regret, like he shouldn’t have even trusted you in the first place, like speaking to you now pained him, having regret every memory spent and wasted together.

“louis, you deserved better than me,” you said plainly, making it your turn to divert your eyes from his, grief and immediate guilt filling the core of your stomach.

he ignored you, pursing his lips as his mind began to fill up with memories upon memories that stacked up like files to the roof of his head. he couldn’t push them away, not with being face to face with you.

the face he memorized, dreamed about, fell in love with, a face that he longed for every single night even after the night you ended it all.

and for what?

it was rainy, water pressing and flowing down against louis’ bedroom window when he got your call, a smile on his face as your contact picture popped up, filling his whole phone screen.

he answered the phone after the second ring, with a pep in his voice making you wince, eyes tightening shut at how much harder it would be, having to ruin his cheery mood.

“hi love.”

“hi... lou.”

and he knew right away something was wrong, just by the tone of your voice he knew you were holding something back. it was built up in your chest, straining the sound of your voice.

“what’s wrong, y/n?”

“louis, i’m sorry,” you whispered, remembering it so clearly, so, so, clearly just as he did, “i am so sorry, i will never not be.”

and he looked you with something that resembled a hateful glare, eyes squinted, his lips pressed in a thin line. he stood up, looking away from you and more out into the garden before mumbling;

“sorry doesn’t fix things.”

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”

I just wanted to say that I absolutely adored your old friends trilogy. It was so touching and raw and I think I read it through tears mostly. It was just so beautiful! Keep up the great work! I can’t wait to see what’s next. 🖤❤️

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