The Older Boy, Part One. Eli Moskowitz X Reader

the older boy, part one. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which reader’s friends warn her about the older boy with the red mohawk but she doesn’t listen

warnings 🚫: swearing, talk of sexual stuff/nudes

slater’s note 🗯: wait because i’m actually kind of excited for this one 😃

incoming freshman were always preyed on by upperclassmen, giving them rides home, snap chatting them inquiring things, building up debt, doing just about anything to get them in their bed.

but once sophomore year was reached, the older boys had pretty much picked out and scavenged every hot and remotely “bad” female there was.

your sophomore year had gone differently.

see you hadn’t been scavenged out in the first place your first year of highschool since you were deemed “brace-face” and “double eyed y/n” since the seventh grade.

but once you had came back with perfectly straight teeth and contact lenses, you were official sophomore prey for all boys.

it was fun... at first, boys you didn’t know adding you out of nowhere and seemingly at the same time, saying ‘hey’ and asking if you went to the same high school as they did, just to make stupid small talk that always lead to the same thing.

‘do you send’

or ‘what’s that ass look like’

or ‘pics?’

‘trade?’

‘send nudes’

anything to get you undressed and facing a mirror with your phone. it was all the same thing, meant the same thing, implied the same thing, was the same thing.

it was exhausting and annoying and made you feel like a small animal. it caused you to grow a progressive hatred to 99.99% of the male population at your school. they were never creative and always used the same words, sometimes phrased differently but always meant the same thing, causing a thick case of de ja vu each time. 

you never sent, usually left the said boy on open once that question came around, but by doing that, it created a school wide game just to get some remote “naked” picture of you.

it was insanely disgusting. an open competition, for everyone and anyone, all welcomed, everyone given a fair chance, each thriving for the end prize which was... you. 

and you should’ve known that when he added you, it’d be the same like all the other times, with all the other boys. 

it was a nice nice day in the valley, the weather cool but hot, perfect for the outdoor gym activities teachers had been planning for awhile for when it wasn’t fuming hot.

being on the cheer team meant you practiced during the time a junior gym class took place of the wide field meant for soccer. west valley high was well known for its winning championships in wrestling as well as soccer.

you began stretching, throwing an arm over your head, bending your hips side to side, before stretching your legs, bringing them up to your butt with your hand and leaning forward.

you exhaled, shaking it off as more and more kids filled the field, excitement popping off their exterior as they jumped onto the field, shaking their limbs and mimicking the stretching you had done seconds ago.

you watched mindlessly, your hands clasped behind your back when your eyes met his.

he walked onto the field with a group of his friends following from behind, a smirk filling his lips as he looked at you, nodding, as if in approval, for what though?

you felt your stomach tie up in knots. they were never confrontational, boys at your school who asked you for nudes, especially after you denied them of their desire, but the thing was hawk hadn’t asked for nudes, just straight up teased you for being in the cheer team, being an innocent little naïve sophomore. saying things that made your cheeks glow red even though it was just words typed out on screen, words that weren’t supposed to be effective, but 100% was. 

you looked away quickly, continue to stretch as if he wasn’t the real reason your cheeks were red, and it was only just the sun, that no boy had an effect like that on you. 

lie.

“ready for practice, y/n?” moon bounced her way over to you, a big smile on her face sporting her perfect white teeth.

“yeah,” you said quietly, your eyes finding there way back to hawk as he began to get ready for one the soccer games. he wore grey sweatpants and a random white graphic tee that fit his frame tightly, which was different from his usual style, bright, and color coordinated to his hair.

“who you lookin’ at,” she grinned in a sing-songy voice, coming closer to you, peaking over your shoulder before her face dropped into a frown, something very rare. 

“oh no, y/n.”

“huh?”

“not hawk.”

“what about him?” you hummed, being pulled back into reality, glancing over to her as she was still hung over your shoulder, staring at the boy with a slight disgusted, shocked expression.

“not a good idea,” she shook her head, “he’s nasty, y/n, doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”

“who are we talking about?” another one of your cheer friends, gia, threw her bag to the ground, slumping over to the two of you, gazing out into the field, trying to find the boy in question. 

“hawk.”

she immediately cringed, “oh no,” she shook her head, moving back to her duffel bag full of cheer stuff, “boys got a problem, major problems, one involving anger.”

you could hear the cringe in her voice and it made you wonder how she would know, with moon she was his ex girlfriend, so it made sense, especially after all the puppy dog following he did after they broke up, trying to win her back but finally giving up after he met her girlfriend. 

you bit your lip, trying to ignore how much more enticing he had suddenly become.

“c’mon guys, he can’t be that bad,” you forced it past your lips knowing it was a damn lie. you had heard many things about him, a high percentage of them not being good things. 

he was perceived as violent, crazy, angry, psychotic, all huge red flags that would make anyone with common sense back away from the situation, but right in that moment, it had seemed all of yours had flew out the window. 

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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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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

Hello would like to request literally ANYTHIMG Louis partridge. M tyvm goodnight

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.”

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 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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