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like clockwork. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which reader and eli always have the same routine

warnings 🚫: swearing, talk of abuse but it’s not actually abuse, toxic relationship like REALLY TOXIC

slater’s note 🗯: i am literally so mad, i was going to post a robby fic tonight but it didn’t save so hope this holds you guys down. also it’s short :,)

“suck my dick!”

“you were always so dramatic.”

“just the way you like it though, huh eli?”

you had the nastiest look on your face that made him wince so hard, but he recovered, quirking an eyebrow, “you were always a brat.”

“awh,” you popped your bottom lip out, shinning the big puppy dog eyes he always fell victim to, “but what does that make you, the biggest fucking asshole to walk this earth?”

“say whatever you need to say, whatever makes you sleep at night, princess.”

clock work, just the clock work.

the only thing that kept you from ripping your hair out was the thought of this only being clock work. something that had to happen in order for you to get to the next step, to be able to be closer to the goal.

and the goal was always the same, being together.

it was rather ridiculous, but it was just how it worked, it was how your relationship with eli functioned and how you got through the days without tearing each others eyes out.

“why don’t you just... end things, y/n? for good?”

“because i love him.”

“that’s not how it should work though. y/n, if you really love him you need to just let him go... for good.”

it was a nightmare to think about life without eli though, you cared for him so much that you couldn’t imagine going a day without calling him yours, without his gaze on you, the gaze that made you feel like you were in the stars.

“fuck you.”

“that’s right, fuck me, because everything i do is my fault.”

miguel couldn’t even comprehend how the two of you even functioned with each other, it never made sense. one minute you’re all lovey dovey, on top of each other, can’t get enough of one another, but the next he has to hold back eli from choking the shit out of you.

the boy dipped his head into his hands as he continued to listen to the two of you argue back and forth in the other room. everything was going perfectly fine till the next moment he found you hovered over eli, yelling at him about whatever it was that you yelled at him about.

and it was all the same, always the same. girls, boys, girls who talked to eli, boys who talked to you, girls who flirted shamelessly with eli, boys who flirted shamelessly with you. all the same.

“why don’t you just... why don’t you care? why can’t you just fucking show emotion when i talk to you?”

“are you fucking kidding me, y/n?” he inhaled sharply, his shoulders ducking forward as did his arms, reaching out in expression, “i can barely get anything from you! show emotion? how about you take your own goddamn advice?”

“shut up!”

miguel glanced over to sam who chewed on her nail, pacing the floor as she also listened, hoping to god it’d be over soon.

“maybe if you supported-“

“maybe if i supported you? that’s all i do, what do you think i’m doing? you think i’m here just for a good time? ‘cause-“

“it sure seems like it!”

fuck.

it always ended with someone crying. that someone being you. and it always ended fast, falling from the sky and out of no where. so fast it made your stomach hit your throat, guilting you into tears as he’d leave.

he’d leave, but he’d be back.

he’d always be back and it didn’t matter when or where or how, it just happened and you’d be there with open arms, welcoming him whole heartedly.

yeah, he’d be back.

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the older boy, part two. 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

warning/s 🚫: swearing

slater’s note 🗯: omg slater finally uploaded 😮

part one, part two

hawk: miss me princess?

you squinted your eyes from the bright glare surfacing from the screen of your phone. it had to be about close to midnight and it was almost something you expected, this text.

he always texted late, always catching you minutes before you decided to clock out for bed, and always drawing out your sleep schedule. so instead of going to bed at 11:30 like normal, you ended up wide awake well around two hours later.

y/n: you flatter yourself too much

hawk: is that so? thought you always looked forward to our nightly convos

y/n: other than them being nightly, sure

hawk: i’m a busy man

you rolled your eyes, “sure you are.”

y/n: that’s probably why i never see you outside of school then huh

you couldn’t careless on why you never saw hawk outside of school. it seemed to be rather a blessing from all the things you had been hearing about him lately. it was just fun to tease.

he liked being teased as weird as it sounded, it fired him up as he stared at the screen of his phone, smirking. hawk knew you knew why you never saw him and why he never saw you. you guys weren’t friends, barely acquaintances, only two oblivious lonely people who wanted someone to fill their hormonal needs. 

hawk: you never see me sweetheart because you never want to

y/n: that’s a lie

hawk: is it?

y/n: i’d love to see you

hawk: i’m sure you would, but face it princess, you’d chicken out halfway through before you’d even see my face

y/n: lies, you sure you’re not talking about yourself?

but was it really a lie? you wondered, thinking whether or not your wits and nervousness would overcome you before you actually saw the face of eli if you were to ever hang out with him.

you bit your lip thinking about earlier today when moon said to stay away from eli for rather obvious reasons. one being he was violent and angry a lot of the time and two... he was a teenage asshole who’d fuck you over the minute you showed vulnerability.

hawk: let me come over if you’re not a pussy

you bit your tongue at the sight of the message. great, you thought. now you had to come up with some excuse only to prove hawk right; that you were a pussy. the thing was, you didn’t actually think he’d want to see you.

it was like a silent agreement that your relationship was flirting only, nothing else. he was like a side hustle along with all the other boys who hit you up through your snapchat.

y/n: sorry babe, i only let boys who actually talk to me in real life come over

hawk: alright, fuck you lmfao

eli mindlessly smiled at his phone screen while shaking his head. he knew you’d be a challenge, and he knew you’d turn him down any minute or mention of hanging out.

he found taunting and teasing you amusing and sometimes the highlights of his days but sometimes it also got boring with how you didn’t put out as easily as the other girls.

y/n: sorry bud

hawk: alright, goodnight princess ;)

°•

it was uneventfully windy as you stood outside waiting for moon’s red car to pull up and drop you home. you almost swore as you came into realization that she probably forgot about you, again.

you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as you checked your phone once again, absent of any notifications that would relate to moon.

you were beginning to feel sick, the kind of sick that resonated in your stomach from a sprout of loneliness. you shook your head, pushing yourself off the brick high school wall deciding you better start walking now if you wanted to get home before five.

your feet begun to burn five minutes into walking the shortest route you could think of as a way home, “fucking, moon.” you shook your head, taking out your phone again. she always had the strangest memory problems and seemed to always goes m.i.a. the moments you need her the most, such as.. when you were desperately in need a ride home. 

“need a ride?”

you almost jumped in surprised, not realizing a car had pulled up next to you as you were focused on your phone. you dipped your head down to the low window of the old red cadillac pulled up next to you, their windows rolled down, old rap music turned down low in order to speak to you. 

eli.  

“nice car,” you quirked your brow with a slight impressed smile. he was one of the last people on earth you would expect to give you a ride despite your conversation the last night. 

“you want a ride or not, princess?” “oh, i wouldn’t want to ruin your special me time, hawk.”

“get in the fucking car, y/n,” he rolled his eyes, quickly done with your bullshit as he put the car in drive. you reluctantly got in the nice car, swinging your bag to the floor as you couldn’t help smile to yourself. 

“you know i’ve never been in a karate kid’s car before,” you mumbled lightly, examining the interior of the car better, your fingers running against the smooth dashboard, impressed by how well restored the old car was. 

“is that so?” he glanced at you, a slight smirk on his face. 

“who restored the car?” you mumbled, your eyes still looking around almost like a kid in a candy store, only more subtle, trying to hide the fact how impressed you were with the car. 

he glanced at you again, almost taken back by the question. it was never a question he had heard before, especially by a girl. he smirked, trying to hide his own surprisal, “you know larusso? guy helped me out with it.”

“nice,” you mumbled, leaning back into the seat, done with your examination. 

it was silent now, and you almost sat comfortably if it weren't for the voice in the back of your head yelling at you that the whole thing was a bad idea. you wanted to ignore it so badly, because you had never actually ever saw a red flag from eli other than the fact that it’s basic knowledge he’d a fuck boy. 

he seemed like a generally good guy. no not a good guy, a guy that was your type. eli wasn’t at all the good guy type but more or so the douche that was only nice to certain group of people, you being on of them. 

because he wanted to fuck you. 

“got something on your mind?” he glanced at you, almost nervously like you'd hop out the window with any wrong move he made. 

“no,” you said it fast making him smirk, almost as if he knew what you were thinking, almost as if he were familiar with the typical female anxiousness. familiar with the fast talking, redden cheeks, lip bites, fingers fiddling, all of it, it seemed as if he just knew. 

and eli was, it hadn't taken him long when going through girls to pick up on the similar body language they all seemed to have. because really, down to the bottle, they all did the same thing; always rubbed their lips together prompting for kisses, using a different fragrance than usual when finally alone, fingers tapping, lessening the clothing on their body than the usual outfit. all similar, and he could almost see it in you despite this being an unintentional meet up... and you weren't trying to pounce on. 

“actually.. yeah,” you lightly bit your bottom lip as you looked at your lap, trying to think of the best way to ask him the question that had been on your mind for awhile; “what do you expect from me, eli?” wow, what kind of question was that?

it was an honest and upfront one, something he wasn't used to, practically sending him into shock as he had to look at you fully to see if you were actually serious and not pulling his leg, seeming like something you'd do. 

but you really wondered. 

“uh- i, what?”

you awkwardly laughed, looking to him, “no, i mean i really don't give a shit, i’m just not about to lead you into something you think you’re going to get nudes in, because your really not.” 

wow, really? 

he almost swore aloud, biting his lip hard, now realizing you really weren't going to be easy, not as easy as the girls who put out the moment you called them pretty, or even the ones who you had to take on a date before they even sent. 

fuck. 

he laughed it off, shaking his head as if you were a fool for thinking that, “you really think that low of me?”

no worries, there’s always plan b; make you feel bad. 

you laughed in return, “yeah, i really do.”

but he forgot you weren’t that stupid to fall for feeling bad just for something you weren’t about. 

“wow.”

“you wouldn't be the first.”

“so, I've heard,” he gripped his neck, eyes now glued to the road before turning into a neighborhood off from the main road, his mind following the map basically glued in his mind from driving past your house to dmitri’s. 

he parked, now seeming to ignore you as his whole plan begun to fall apart right before him. 

“thanks, eli,” you nodded to him, jumping out of the car with your bookbag in hand before beginning to trek up your front yard. 

“anytime, princess.” 

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friendsgiving, part one. eli moskowitz x reader and robby keene x reader 

summary: in which the all valley karate kids get together to celebrate thanksgiving, but there seems a lot of drama bubbling under the surface. 

warning/s: swearing, short chapter 

slater's note: i made this so long ago and it makes me nostalgic uh?? also i know i’ve left y’all in the dust with cobra kai content and i’m really sorry lolz

“i’m telling you, y/n, it’s not a great idea,” tory shook her head while perusing through the different cans of cranberries, “inviting your current boyfriend and your ex boyfriend to the same dinner... it’s just bound to not end well.”

you kissed your teeth while looking at the ground thinking, “yeah, well it was sam’s idea for the whole friendsgiving thing, it’s not like i want a cat fight.”

it had came down to the final days of november, the season turning crisp and cold with seasonal drinks from coffee shops and people doing their very early christmas shopping, pre planning.

but in the valley of LA, the weather stayed the exact same, rain coming occasionally but the hot scorching sun didn’t let up, leaving you and your friends in tank tops and shorts, forever stuck in the sun no matter what time of season it was. 

it was a few days away from thanksgiving when tory gave you a call, asking you to come shopping with her for the dinner party. you of course agreed, scrounging up enough money to cover your part of payment for the feast. 

“that larusso,” tory tsked, shaking her head, while tossing around the two different cans of cranberries in her hands, “has to include everyone.”

“well... we all are friends.”

“but we never hang out, at least not all together,” she shook her head again, humming in a “duh” tone, as if expecting you to understand. “i mean when have you ever seen eli and keene hang out together aside from when we’re at the silo?”

the silo was the equivalent of an old small water tower left in the abandoned side of the old valley. it was your groups go to hangout on late nights where life was just about dull as it got and you would all sneak out with alcohol and weed and anything else that would bring your group joy. 

you bit your lip, beginning to skim over the times you had all hung out together, carefully thumbing through the non tangible files in your mind like an old librarian, wanting to prove tory wrong, but like always, she was correct; eli and robby had never been around each other unless the silo and large amounts of alcohol was involved. 

“well,” you tipped your head slightly, gripping the handle to the shopping cart tighter, thinking deeply. “i mean it's not their fault... they just have been given the right opportunity nor chance to hang out together.”

tory looked up to you, absolutely dumbfounded that you would think that, “y/n,” she shook her head disapprovingly, “use your brain. exes don’t hang out with current boyfriends unless they absolutely hate the significant other or are trying to pull something.” 

you shrugged almost uneasily, not having anything else to say as the two of you continued to move down the isles full of canned food. the store played christmas music, leaving you rather confused but not upset as found yourself tapping to the beat of jiggle bells. turkey and fall decorations filled the air everywhere, setting the mood rather well. 

“we can just use miguel as a buffer,” you mumbled, thinking about how the boy so easily got along with anyone he was put into path with, even robby. “if all else fails we just break into my parents liquor cabinet.”

“now you’re talking.”        

the atmosphere slowly fell away from robby and eli talk, settling into rather normal high school drama. you couldn't let the thoughts and worries of how robby and eli would get along on thanksgiving get the better of you, that wasn’t your problem, but rather theirs. 

and possibly, you were really only overreacting. what’s the worst that could happen?                                           

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hii! i was wondering if you could do a head canon about how miguel, robby, and hawk/eli would be as older brothers? i think it would be kinda funny :) xx

what cobra kai boys are like as older brothers.

summary: above

warning/s: swearing

slater’s note: holy fuck i’m sorry for taking so long to write this

robby keene:

➪ i feel as if he could be the type of brother who really isn’t present most of your life due to his issues during season one

➪ but he’s really caring and protective and around the timeline of season two/middle of season one (when he meets daniel larusso) he tries to show up for you since he knows you have nobody but himself

➪ daniel really betters robby and encourages him to spend time with you

➪ at first he’s real hesitant, thinking you’ll hate him because he’s never been there for you before and by this time you have learned independence and developed a sense of trust issues

➪ but robby loves you and hopes to make it up to you by apologizing A LOT for never being there and doing things for you

➪ overall he’s a nice guy and it shocks you at first and you’re hesitant- but you fall into routine with him and even develop a real good bond with him

➪ you try out karate with him and mr larusso but never get into it as much as they do, so you end up back at your job, wanting to earn enough money for your own place because you feel bad for living with daniel

➪ robby is really protective when it comes to johnny lawrence aka your dad lol, due to him not wanting you to get hurt

➪ you tease him for his crush on sam and even help him out with girl advice because he really never liked a girl like that

➪ you worry about him a lot in fear he’ll let him anger get the better of him- and eventually it does

➪ when he runs off, you’re the only one he keeps contact with and me larusso has to beg you to tell him where robby is and eventually you do, wanting what’s best for him

➪ he could never hate you for ratting him out but he still scolded you when he got back

in return you would scold him when he betrayed daniel when joining kreese’s side

➪ but overall you guys had developed a good relationship and he’s always there for you

miguel diaz:

➪ y’all would be close asf

➪ he has your back especially with your guys’ first few days of school

➪ he stands up for you if anyone ever picks on you

➪ he also convinced you to join cobra kai but you’re not nearly as good as him, but you continued with the class, not wanting to feel weak and having to rely on miguel every second of the day

➪ honestly you guys get in a lot of petty arguments but make up in the end when your mother scolds the both of you

➪ but one argument the two of you often come across is your ability to be able to take care of yourself

➪ miguel always wants to be there for you and protect you but you often get frustrated with that and go off on him about it, claiming your well off on your own

➪ HE WARNS ALL HIS FRIENDS TO STAY AWAY FROM YOU

➪ but he does it subtly and it seems like it’s not that big of a deal to him until one of his friends/karate mates get a little too close

➪ he creates the twelve inch rule 😭

➪ “don’t get any closer than twelve inches, gentlemen”

➪ when he goes in a coma, it breaks you and you absolutely despise robby

➪ you really only talk to hawk and your mom, but literally no one else because you feel completely at a lost on how to feel or do without your bestfriend

➪ but after he awakes from his coma, you help sensi lawrence to help him get back on his feet (forgive i don’t remember much about season 3 other than robby’s glow up 😭)

➪ uhhh idk y’all just besties and love each other a lot

eli moskowitz:

➪ y’all don’t exactly have the closest relationship but he still cares about you a lot more than he lets on

➪ you think he’s a complete dumbass for the tattoos he got and you often roll your eyes every time you see them

➪ the relationship you two share is really iffy and it depends on the mood your both in because the two of you are either buddy-buddy or just hate each other

➪ on the down low he’s really protective and will beat up any boy that makes a move on you

➪ you end up kicking his ass for doing so due to finding out he’s the reason you lack a boyfriend

➪ “stay out of my business!”

➪ you make fun of him for calling himself ‘hawk’

➪ get very angry when he breaks demetri’s arm and end up smacking the shit out of him

➪ “you dumb fuck, what were you thinking?!”

➪ tbh you bring him back to reality that he’s acting like someone he isn’t

➪ swearing matches

➪ rarely any hugs shared between the two of you but you have shaken hands once or twice

➪ he’s worse than miguel when it comes to the “don’t date my sister” rule

➪ he’d punch miguel in the face if he ever caught him making googly eyes at you

➪ “that’s my sister, man. don’t touch her.”

➪ you guys are civil most of the time and in the end eli will do mostly anything to protect you from boys or girls-

friends with benefits, part three. robby keene x reader

summary: did robby bail?

warning/s: swearing

slater’s note: since @hawksahandful brought it up…

“got any sevens?”

“go fish,” johnny looked up to you through his eyelashes before sighing, watching you pull a card from the thick stack, already on your fifth game of go fish.

“great,” you mumbled.

it was ten o’clock at night and you couldn’t feel your legs nor could you hold your eyes open much longer, but it hurt to close them due to the bright fluorescent lights of the california (surprisingly) cold airport practically stabbing them.

you had begun to regret not accepting your mother’s invitation on flying out on an earlier time, that being three in the morning, with how long you had been located in the cold, large, busy, and annoying airport.

you rubbed your eyes as well as your face before slapping your hand of cards on the coffee table sat between you and johnny, no longer finding entertainment in beating him no matter how hard he tried to outsmart you. but the thing was, you cant outsmart someone in the game go fish.

miguel had threw a couple bags of chips on the table just as you had done so before taking a seat on the hard plastic linked together, his leg knocking against your back lightly before pinching the bridge of his nose, exhaling roughly, “you guys done with your game yet?”

“not even close,” johnny threw his hand down as well, leaning back on the palm of his hands after wiping his face from the grogginess that set in. “you seen robby?”

“nope,” miguel popped the ‘p’ making you squeeze your eyes shut to his answer. “but hey, good thing our flight has been delayed like five times.”

johnny scowled. in the five hours you had been there, your flight had been cancelled hour after hour leaving you and your two friends for built up anger and annoyance. it hadn’t helped that the one boy you had been hoping to see the whole day hadn’t shown up yet.

“you think he’d chickened out?” miguel lightly kicked your thigh with his shoe as you had your head leaned back against the seat next to him, being sat on the floor and in front of the rows of many seats.

“i hope not,” you shook your head lightly, thinking of how you had practically helped robby pack as you were laid on his twin size bed, pointing out nice shirts and pairs of pants he was to shove in the suitcase he had just bought that day. “otherwise he’ll have an ass beating when we get back.”

“he’ll show up,” johnny was leaned back on the palm of his hands as he lazily looked around the large airport lounge. “we lawrence’s aren’t quitters.”

“he’s not exactly a lawerence.”

“i’m still the reason he’s in the world,” johnny shrugged, “didn’t wrap when i tapped.”

both miguel and your face screwed up but decided to say nothing more to his words.

°•

your flight was finally called and to your despair, there was no sign of robby.

you frowned as you sat in your seat alone without company. 

for weeks you had been looking forward to all of this; riding down to the bahamas with your best friend in hopes the vacation and experience would turn the two of you into something more.

in the three years you had known robby you had never known him to stand you up, especially without an explanation. robby was always true to his word and trustworthy, something due to not wanting to be like his father, despite johnny being a little more reliable in that moment with the fact that he was sat right across the isle from you… even if it were just for free drinks and no hotel/flight expenses.

“hey, y/n/n,” johnny pinched you lightly, “your parents wont think it’s weird of me still coming.. right?”

you looked to johnny, slightly sad, but quickly narrowing your brows, suppressing an amused look, “johnny,” you gave him a light pointed look, “there was a point in time you lived in our pool house, they’re not going to care if you show up without robby… it’ll just be another tuesday for them.”

your parents were rich and it wasn’t hard to tell with how it had taken two weeks for them to finally figure out a grown man was living in their pool house.. which was basically a second house with it having two floors and being fully furnished.

and once they had discovered johnny’s presences, they hadn’t been too concerned, considering johnny lawrence their yearly charity case. sure, it would seem to be an insult to anyone, but to johnny, it just meant free beer and steak whenever he wanted.

johnny nodded to your statement before turning to his magazine, now reassured to relaxation.. and it wasn’t long before a flight attendant handed him warm towel, sending him to his dreamland and leaving you in your nightmare.

°•

the heat hit you immediately, sweat starting to ease out of your pores as you had made your way off the plane and into the bright bahama air where a bus waited for you and about ten other people.

“this is the life,” you could see johnny slowly ease out of his uptight and annoyed self and into a state you had never seen him. not even pool boy him could compare.

he had slung an arm over you and miguel after a necklace of flowers was placed over his head and a gift basket of chocolate was hung around his arm after getting off the sweaty bus with hot, non-breathable air.

“where’d you get the gift basket?” miguel frowned to see the wicker basket hung on his forearm, then looking back to his own where he lacked such a treat.

“i had to fight the lady back there for it,” he motioned to one of the greeting workers with an obvious frown on her face. “your parents should have warned em’ about me.”

he escaped from the two of you, disappearing behind a corner. it caused you to frown out of confusion with how abrupt he was but you could only go along with miguel’s shrug and foot path towards the inner lobby of the hotel.

“y/n.”

you heard your voice called and immediately you saw your mother’s face. she smiled as she made her way towards you with an obvious pep in her step, also melting away from her usual california uptight self. it made you slightly slow, taken aback by her increase in happiness, but you continued to walk with miguel, smiling back.

“hi mom.”

she had immediately pulled miguel in for a quick hug before turning to you, holding you tightly as she swung you back and forth before whispering in your ear, “he’s great.”

“who?” your face slightly scrunched with confusion.

“robby!”

you frowned until his face filled your vision from behind your mother. his face held a rare smile you only saw when it was just the two of you.

“y/n/n,” he took ahold of you to your shock, practically pushing you away from miguel and your mother who didn’t really care.

“you rode down with my parents?” your arms had wrapped around him instinctively as he continued to push you back towards the more private section of the lobby where tourists lacked.

your stomach filled with relief as well as shock as your face was pressed to his chest before you looked up to his face after he stopped walking. you couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“i couldn’t reach you.”

“you didn’t call?”

he slight shrugged before pulling away after a tight squeeze, “your parents showed up at my dads apartment at three in the morning, ready to take me to this vacation you had told me about that’s supposedly leaves at three p.m, not a.m...”

you laughed nervously, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear before looking into his eyes, “i was meaning to tell you…”

“when were you gone tell me, on the plane?”

“something like that,” you coughed before shaking your head, fully processing that your psycho parents picked him up without you. “why’d they pick you up?”

“your guess is as good as mine,” he shrugged lightly, not necessarily bothered with his hands shoved in his pockets.

you scoffed, shaking your head, “I’m glad you came.”

“what,” he frowned slightly, his hand then reaching up to hold your hip, “you think i wouldn’t?”

“kinda…”

he scoffed, shaking his head at your answer, “ y/n, you know i’d do anything for you, right? even if that means fake dating you to impress your grandparents.”

you smiled lightly, not sure what to say as you shied away from his gaze, suddenly feeling the heat and closeness between the two of you.

“hey,” you looked up to him as he softly kicked his knuckle against your cheek, “i got your back, okay?” he smiled crookedly before pressing a kiss on your cheek, “now get your swimsuit on, i promise your grandma a game of chicken in the pool.”

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jacob bertrand alphabet fluff

summary: alphabet fluff with jacob bertrand

warnings: swearing, really random, and a bit sexual

slater’s note: it’s been awhile LMAO IM SO SORRY

ass - likes to grab/slap your butt like all the time because he just is a touchy person like that… and the butt is something he likes to touch

best friend - you guys were best friends before the two of you started dating and still continually act like best friends but who kiss each other… if that makes sense

cooking - you guys try to cook meals together! but fail terribly because the only meal jacob knows how to cook is ramen and eggs, and he’s honestly hard to teach because.. let’s be honest he’s strong headed

dude - he calls you dude out of habit

eating you out - he likes to eat you out lmfao and he’s lowkey good at it and likes giving you pleasure

fight - he’ll fight anyone that catcalls you/is an asshole to you, like he’ll straight up square up

group chats - jacob gets wrecked in the group chats for being a simp- which is true

hoe - jacob was lowkey a hoe before dating you.. and you make fun of him for that but he really is no longer one because you have him whipped

inside jokes - the two of you have a lot of inside jokes, which was why everyone lowkey hates you because the two of you just laugh at random times

jacked - the two of you compare your muscles when flexing to see who’s more jacked

kisses - will kiss you anywhere and everywhere at all times of the day because he is clingy af. he loves kissing your cheeks the most and it usually is to surprise you.

love - i think it’d take awhile for him to admit he loves you and when he does, it slips out and he denies he says it (like when chandler said he’d loved monica and freaked out) but he does love you.. he’s just the type it’s hard for him to say

motorcycle - he buys a motorcycle impulsively which was a fun idea after about two hours until he kind of crashed and had to take it to the scrap yard

nicknames - he comes up with the most random nicknames ever, which is cringy sometimes but real cute sometimes. he also uses the most generic nicknames like “princess” and “baby”.

old - you guys sometimes bicker like an old married couple, which your friends all make fun of you for

profanities - he swears ALL THE TIME and he’ll scream random curse words at the most random times.. it’s kinda cute

qdoba - jacob sometimes goes missing a lot of the time and most of the time he’s at qdoba eating a burrito

red - your skin gets red after jacob bites you at random times and so does his when you dig your nails in his back when things get spicy

sex - sex!

t.v. - binge watching “kirby buckets” and he hates you for it because he’s a little bit embarrassed but you baby him and say how cute he is

unibrow - you pluck his unibrow and eyebrows 😭

valentine’s day - jacob spoils you on valentine’s day with kisses and flowers and balloons

wimp - you call him a “wimp” or “a pussy” whenever he won’t do something you want to do, which is a bit manipulative but he will totally do it when you call him something like that because he wants to prove that he isn’t a pussy 😭

xolo - he’s either your guys’ roommate or is the equivalent of a roommate.. meaning he shows up to your guys’ apartment whenever he pleases

yo - he says “yo” a lot (i didn’t know what to put here)

zoom - he likes to drive real fast which sometimes scares you because he thinks it’s funny and doesn’t really pay attention and doesn’t slow down until you start yelling at him.

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high school rivals.

pairings. eli moskowitz x fem!reader

part three of three parts.

about. after an argument, eli proves he’s in karate.

part one, part two, part three.

warnings. swearing, corny

ricky rocks. it gets cheesy at the end, but a girl finally writing again.

you watched the clock on your phone turn 12 making your stomach twist in despair at the thought of how early it still was and there would be no way of leaving anytime soon.

you were losing your mind and the fact that everything was suddenly becoming so overwhelming and claustrophobic didn’t help—all due to you being pressed up so close to eli. it hadn’t even been an hour since eli had practically yelled at you in miguel’s small restroom for being so… you.

everything you did had been setting him off and lighting him up like a fuse all night up until he finally exploded—pulling you into a conversation you never thought you’d have with him.

it didn’t make sense—none of it. you understood how much of an irritating person you could be once fueled up but eli was one to handle it. you loved it, played along with it, but not tonight. not even from when you walked through the front door.

“you okay?” you felt his mouth pressed against the side of your face, whispering carefully as taking hint to your silence.

you were never silent.

“yeah, i’m fine,” you shifted slightly against his chest, wincing at the wide movement—almost feeling it was too much and that’d clue him onto how you really felt at that moment.

but he stayed silent and he didn’t say anything. but you could still the gears were turning in his head as he slowly leaned away and stared forward with a blank expression.

“you sure?”

“yup.”

nope.

“you want to talk about it?”

eli would have moved on if it was anybody else but it just didn’t feel right. you keeping your mouth screwed shut was one of the worst possibilities that could have came out of tonight and he didn’t know how to fix it.

“no,” you slightly eased away from him, “i’m fine, hawk, fuck off.”

he blinked in surprisal with his eyes slightly expanded at the quiet yet harsh words he never expected to be directed towards him. his arms dropped from your waist as you were practically already moved all the way across the couch.

he watched you for a good minute, not knowing what to do or what to say. you ignored it despite how painful it was and how much it made you squirm underneath his hard stare.

as much as a douche bag eli was, he knew the reasoning. he’d have to be dumb if he didn’t. yelling at you was not something he wanted to do, but he wasn’t in the mood for your teasing and he was more on edge than usual with it just being a flat out bad day for him.

“what’s with you and y/n?” miguel had run in on eli once he had finally gotten up to the kitchen. he clasped his shoulder tightly pushing himself so close that eli could smell the booze that tainted his mouth. “what’s—what’s going on here?”

eli pushed him away a bit with his elbow due to the clear loss of boundaries miguel had with the intoxication undergoing his mind, “nothing, man. chill out.”

“nothing my ass,” he hiccuped, tipping back and forth. “you guys are always all over each other but it seems like she can’t get far enough away from you.”

eli winced, now glancing to his friend who kept shifting back and forth on his feet in an antsy manner. miguel didn’t look him in the eyes for more than a second because of the box of crackers eli held.

“she probably feels sick.”

“sick of you.”

“okay man,” he shoved the box of crackers to his chest as miguel giggled. “maybe you should go sit back down.”

“only if you figure out what’s wrong.”

they both shared a stare as miguel shifted away and out of the kitchen with the box of crackers closely pressed against his chest. even in his drunken zone he looked precisely sober in the pointed glare he offered to eli.

“fine.”

*

“let’s talk,” you almost jump to the unexpected lips practically pressed to your ear as eli had leaned down to your level of position on the couch, tipping his head toward the bathroom. you looked in the direction before looking back up to him where he gave you a serious look, once again motioning toward the other room.

you sighed, hoisting yourself to your feet before walking where he immediately placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you just in case you’d change your mind.

“what’s wrong?”

the question floated through the air seconds after the door was closed and his concerned stare filled your vision intensely.

“what’s wrong?” you looked dumbfounded as you stared at him, your arms going limp at your sides, you couldn’t even process it quite right. “eli, you yelled at me an hour ago because of how annoying i was being and you’re asking me what’s wrong?”

he scoffed a little, “i was overwhelmed.”

“by what?” you threw your hands up in frustration, “i barely said one word to you and you were acting like i was making fucking fun of you or calling you names.”

“when are you not?”

eli cringed at his response but it was almost like a reflex to be a smartass whenever someone raised their voice above talking level. this is not the way he wanted this conversation to go and he could just imagine miguel shaking his head at him for letting it get out of hand so fast.

“get over yourself, eli. you have a whole alter ego that circles on you lying about doing karate.”

“why would i lie about doing karate?”

“i don’t know karate boy, you tell me.”

he rolled his eyes, shifting backwards on his feet, “you really piss me off sometimes.”

“hit me then.”

“do you hear yourself right now?”

“perfectly fine, hawk.”

“what the fuck do you want from me?”

you looked him straight in the eyes and he should have known what was coming. it’s the only thing you had been asking of him since the day the two of you met, “i want you to stop lying or punch me in the face.”

“i’m not going to punch you in the face, get that through your head,” he clasped your shoulders, almost shaking you as his wild eyes pierced yours. “i’ll do anything but punch you in the face. if anything punch me, c’mon.”

his statement caught the both of you off till eli recovered for the both of you, slightly moving backwards after seeing the consideration that begun to swarm in your eyes, “why would i punch you?”

he still prepared himself even as hesitation was written all over in your movements. you looked like you wanted to, but you were still unsure.

“c’mon, y/n, i know you want to.”

“eli-“

“do it. punch me. you’re not going to hit me.”

“then what’s the point?”

“just do it,” you still eyed him carefully, almost questioning if he was actually asking of this. “hit me, i know you want to.”

you squinted, “don’t cry like a baby when i do, eli.”

his lip twitches and you extend your arm out before you send your fist toward his face—but he was quick and dogged your throw, almost landing you in miguel’s shower if it weren’t for eli catching you and now having your arm pinned up and behind your back.

“relax, princess,” you could hear the smirk in his voice without seeing him. “don’t get too worked up now.”

you tugged out of his grip roughly causing him to let you go to avoid any pain that would cause you, but you now once again positioned far from him with eyes full of determination. you didn’t really care for pain but instead a good payback—or just something that’d prove he wasn’t in actual karate. but so far, you were failing at both.

this time he ducked, but you retaliated quicker sending a foot up to kick him the best you could within the limited space but he caught it, now yanking you forward by the grip he had on your calf, his nose now touching yours, “you done?”

“sure,” you grunted attempting to pull your foot from his grasp. “just admit your lying.”

he scoffed, “get over yourself,” then dropping your foot, seemingly done with the conversation, “you’re more fun when you’re drunk.”

“you asshole,” you watched him open the bathroom without another thought making you even more angry and further motivating your move to pick up and throw the glass cup placed conveniently on sink counter.

you watched it fly through the air, centimeters from hitting his head but by some strange luck, eli caught the cup without even looking at it. your brows narrowed, completely astounded on how he caught the glass with his back turned.

he turned around, a clear unimpressed frown on his face, “you believe me now?”

“yeah, sure,” you breathed out, looking between him and the object.

“we civil?”

“yeah, civil.”

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unprofessional help.

pairings. robby keene x fem!reader

about. you dislocated your shoulder, robby has to pop it back into place.

warnings. injury (dislocated shoulder), swearing

ricky rocks. wrote this A LONG TIME ago, but didn’t finish. it’s basically a crack-fic because there’s no purpose to the story.

“okay, just take a deep breath, alright?”

his words didn’t stop the whining coming all the way from the back of your throat, deep breathy whines that drawed out into groans of deep, deep pain.

“y/n, breathe,” he whsipered, now looking directly into your eyes, realizing you were holding your breath, trying to make yourself pass out, trying to make it all go away.

he slowly pushed you to the ground on your stomach, making you yell, both his hands on your dislocated shoulder pressing hard but carefully.

“robby—robby, i cant do this, i cant do this,” you stuttered out his name, breathy and all caught up in your throat as your chest rumbled up in down. your eyes were wide with terror as they connected with his, just as freaked out, screaming out, but he kept it calm as he pulled it slowly, like he was preparing himself to pop it back into place.

“y/n, you have to-“

“robby no!”

“your shoulder is dislocated. i need to pop it back into place,” the reality of the situation seem to hit you the moment he said those words, his eyes piercing yours with sympathy but harshness. you winced, resisting the urge to cry as the pain surged through your body in large waves. “it’s going to hurt, but i’m trying to help you. it’ll hurt a lot less.”

you bit the inside of your cheek, slowly pulling your eyes from his, settling onto the ground. you became very hyper aware of everything that you were feeling and any slight movement that would shift through your bones.

robby was straddling, pinning you tightly to the ground as he mentally prepared for this himself. he had never put a shoulder back in its place, but he had seen it done before.

“y/n, you’ll be fine. guys at the skatepark have this happen all the time to them. once they get popped into place, they’re good as new,” his version of reassurance made your stomach slightly settle; he could tell by the way your body became more relaxed. “you ready?”

you nodded your head.

“i need you to say it aloud, are you ready?”

“yes, yes, robby, just please make the pain stop,” you spoke frantically, slightly squirming beneath his light movement. “just do it!”

he pops it into place right as you yell out your sentence, but it finishes out in a strangle cry.

“good girl,” he breathes out, relieved, placing his hand against your head in a encouraging way, “good, y/n. now let’s get you some actual medical help.”

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every found family has:

asshole with a heart of gold and self esteem issues

emotional support himbo

incredibly cool character who is the only one with a brain cell

furious sassy bisexual hiding pain

only one capable of keeping a plant alive

does miguel diaz give bf energy or wife energy more??? the people need to know