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Eli Moskowitz/ Hawk x dancer reader or maybe just all of the boys? They’re all so hot 🥵 ( love your writings btw 💕)

cobra kai boys with a dancer girlfriend

summary 📣: cobra kai boys dating a dancer includes...

warning/s 🚫: none

slater’s note 🗯: if you want me to do something different for this prompt lmk ( i also kinda didn’t know what to do for this one.. but i liked it) 

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robby keene:

➪ this man absolutely loves it

➪ he’s an absolute softie for you and loves going to all your recitals

➪ he’ll buy you flowers but then he’ll get bored like ten minutes into the recital and like pull out a bunch a candy he had bought for you after but he just ends up eating it

➪ he’s shushed multiple times

➪ he’ll post you up on his instagram/snapchat story captioning it “my baby’s so good”

➪ he’ll high five you after a performance (idk why i just feel like he would)

➪ also low key acts like a mom

➪ will drop you off at practice with a water and then ask if you want snacks?? or like literally anything??

➪ and you’re just like “no i’m good bae...”

➪ he’ll be recording because he’s just like that

➪ just generally loves being involved 

➪ he makes you teach him how to salsa and he’s actually good at it 

➪ like it just *shocks* you 

miguel diaz:

➪ like miguel he is so supportive

➪ he’ll tell all his friends to come down and support you as well and they’ll actually do it because everyone loves you and miguel

➪ this man will literally be standing in the crowd at the end of the show clapping and cheering so loud to the paint you can hear him

➪ he’s also the type to be throwing roses at the stage like in the movies but then gets kicked out because it’s literally only in the movies (unless this actually happens idk)

➪ he’ll be waiting outside holding a large bouquet of flowers ready to hug you tightly 

➪ he’ll drive you to your practices and pick you up afterwords and then maybe take you out to get something to eat

➪ he’ll make a personalized bumper sticker as a joke that says “my girlfriends a hot dancer” but then actually put it on his car and like loves it

➪ you teach try to teach him salsa dancing but he ends up tripping over your feet/his own feet

➪ you lead the whole time but he still gets lost with it

➪ you guys just stick with the mockerana 

eli moskowitz:

➪ eli also seems to be the type to get shushed in a crowd while watching a recital and maybe because of eating but also because he’ll literally be cheering for you and anything but quiet

➪ stuff like “that’s my girl” and “yeah get it” and shit like that

➪ but i also feel like he could be quiet simply because he’s on his phone, bored or also because he’s just entertained by your pretty movement lol

➪ will also drive you to practice but smack your ass when you get out of the car

➪ “go get ‘em tiger” lmfao

➪ won’t make all of his friends go to your recital but ask miguel to come because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of his dojo “friends” 

➪ they will wear matching tee-shirts that says your name or something just to embarrass you 

➪ then after the performance you guys will go out to eat and he’ll compliment you the whole time saying how good you did and how he watched the whole time even though he probably didn’t 

➪ on downtime you’ll try to teach him moves but he’s just so awkward and doesn't know how to move his body like that even though you would expect he would since he literally does karate 

➪ he ends up like falling and taking you down with him 

➪ it’s just a whole mess

the end of us. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which a couple of months after reader and hawk’s messy breakup, they meet again up at a party for another eventful interaction

warning/s 🚫: angst, swearing, no good ending, unrealistic high school party, toxic relationship

slater’s note 🗯: honestly not my best work but i’ll be checking my messages and inbox again to start writing for those, also join my taglist :)

you had heard it from other people before you heard it from him.

and it was like a kick in the ass, to be told “i told you so” by all your friends and all of his friends and basically everyone in the goddamn high school because they really did all know. 

he kissed another girl, maybe even slept with her, you weren’t sure but it all got swept up into a wind of rumors to the point you didn’t know what to think or what to believe but by the way he ended things, you knew something unfaithful was done. 

you didn’t remember how it begun either, when he broke up with you. you didn't remember his first words or his last or your own but he remembered them, he remembered the painful, bitter words that you uttered before leaving, ‘how was i such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me’.

it hurt him, watching you walk away, getting into your car and driving away with tears running down your face. he hadn’t intended it to be like that, to end it so roughly out into a shaky cliff, but it had just slipped out from his hands. 

it was months later, you healed slowly with late nights of no sleep and peps talks from your friends with many buckets of ice cream and fast food taking over half your diet, but you had slowly fell back into your schedule before eli. 

it was hard, but it happened. 

and months later, miguel had offered you a ride. a ride you knew you shouldn’t have accepted.

“y/n, party, friday night? i’ll give you a ride?” “miguel,” you had turned, your hand on the handle of your car door, giving him a slightly amused, pointed look, “i don’t party.”

“yeah, i know,” he returned the expression, his eyebrows raised but lips slightly turned up into a smile, “eli wouldn't come to parties for weeks just to prove his loyalties to you-”  you had gotten into the car so fast, rolling your eyes at the mention of eli, it was like poison, setting your mind off into hurt as well as annoyance. all those moments for nothing, just a complete waste. 

“no- y/n, come on,” he plead, quickly stopping your car door from closing, “i didn’t mean to, i just- it just slipped out, okay? you should still come with.”

you frowned, narrowing your brows up at him, “who’s going to be there?”

“anyone you want.”

it took a lot of convincing before the two of you reached an agreement, you’d be the one driving and he’d have to bring robby just so you would go to the party. and once friday arrived you found yourself in a car full of two boys who were already pregaming. 

the party took place at some upperclassman’s house that did karate with them. you weren’t so sure it was a good idea to pull up, especially to a seniors house, who knows what could go down, but miguel had to remind you that half the school basically worshipped him, including the seniors, so if anything bad happened, he wouldn’t be one to mess with.

the house was booming with loud music that you could hear outside, even through the car as you put it in park across the street. you weren’t sure how it wasn’t shut down already from how easy it was to hear the loud ridiculous rap music blaring from the considerably big house.

you glanced over to robby and miguel who stumbled out of the car already giggling for no reason making you roll your eyes despite the amusement you found in the situation.

it was going to be a long night.

once you entered through the front door a waft of booze found it’s way up your nose making you wince, taking a minute to process what was going on.

kegs were noticeably everywhere in sight, red solo cups littered the whole room if not in someone’s hand, and a “bar” was set up onto the kitchen island along with boxes of pizza and half full bowls of chips.

you blinked a couple of times before nodding in content, yeah, it looked like a classic senior party. bright flashing lights from those cheap LED fans you could buy at the dollar store with teenage girls dancing ridiculously trying to draw some attention or just having genuine fun, people yelling from the backyard where there was pool like in every LA home, just genuine loudness. 

“have a drink!” robby slung his arm around your shoulders, holding a red solo cup close to your face, alcohol flaring up your nostrils, causing you to slightly wince, shying away before tuning back to grab the plastic cup. 

“have fun, y/n, you never have fun,” he pushes off of you after a final nob. you watched him waddle off into the crowd of sweaty bodies. 

you smiled lightly, taking another sip from the cheap cup, nodding off the drink that was slowly making its way down your throat despite how fast you tried to swallow, “yeah, i’ll try.”

it wasn’t long before moon found you, a grim smile on her face for she was already five shot of vodka deep into drunkenness. she shoved you onto the dance floor after getting a couple shots down into your own gut, becoming tipsy and giddy, your body practically vibrating in excitement. 

you felt on top of the world till a hand gripped your slender shoulder, pulling you away from the practical mosh pit of teen bodies. you couldn’t exactly process the movement taken over your body until you became face to face with the infamous boy you used to be in love with. 

“didn't exactly expect to see you here, y/n.”

you were absolutely dumbfounded to see a boy who had ignored you for months after a messy break up (not that you weren’t ignoring him as well) now confront you face to face. 

“fuck,” you groaned, “not really surprised to see you.”

he scoffed, “kind of hurt you say that.”

“since when are you affected by anything i say?”

“what?”

“you heard me.”

and then silence as he stared deeply to your core. you could see the rage and hurt that slowly built up in his eyes. his stare intensified, like he could just go off on you, like you were the one in the wrong, but he held it all in, allowing it to build up in his chest. 

“you promised,” you stuttered, voice wispy and caught up in the back of your throat like you were about to break down from all the memories that had begun to fill your mind like balloons, “you broke me and you promised... so much, you promised me that i was anything but like those others girls, that it would be different, and i believed you because you said it over and over.”

“y/n, i-”

“fuck you,” you reached over to smack his chest but he caught your arm quickly. 

“y/n,” he said in a stern tone, practically begging you to listen, “i would have done anything for you.”

your facial features dropped even further into despair. it was absolutely ridiculous to have to hear the words that had just came from his mouth. 

you scowled, trying to hide the hurt that was swirled in your pupils, but it wasn’t successful with how his faced dropped, trying to figure out why that would hurt you. 

“you asshole,” you yanked your wrist from grip, “you didn't do anything but fuck jessica karol and half the other girls in our grade not even seconds after we broke up.”

hurt. silence. shock. 

“why’re you even talking to me?” “y/n, i-” he paused, trying to find words to form, but he couldn’t with the lump forming in his throat from all your words that stung him hard, “i just- i just miss you.” “you miss me?” “yes.”

“what gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused me? after all that you did-”

“y/n, i got scared,” he said quickly, “y/n, baby, please, i love you, you know i love you, i didn’t want to do anything to hurt you.”

he took a stop closer, making you sway on your feet, hesitant whether you should stay in place or move backwards. 

“i got scared. i got scared because you know that i don’t make promises, and i didn’t want to break any of mine to you.”

“so you fucked another girl?” “baby,” he whispered, his hands reaching both sides of your face, his palms warm as he pushed your cheeks together, “i love you, i never want to hurt you, please.”

it was overwhelming. everything. with how close he stood and the heavy amounts of liquor coating the inside of his mouth and his hands clutching you carefully and tightly, wanting to pull you closer into something you knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of. 

overwhelming, yes, that’s what it all was, but pulling away was hard, making your heat freeze up in cold and pain, but you knew if he was able to hurt you once, he’d be able to do it again, just as easy.

“no.”

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it never snowed in new york. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which eli has had a crush on reader since their freshman year and can’t seem to suppress those feelings anymore when they bubble up after a day of you slightly “pulling at his heart strings”

warning/s 🚫: swearing and fluff (and low key rushed)

slater’s note 🦎: i forgot to post this oops

“are you wearing my sweatshirt?”

you turned around abruptly, slightly shocked at the sudden interruption of the silence. eli wore a confused look, his eyebrows slightly knitted together as he analyzed the familiar red hoodie hugged around your body. 

you slightly laughed nervously, confused by his reaction and facial features that seemed as if he was mad, but confused. his eyes wouldn’t leave the fabric, like he was also stunned. 

“yeah,” you laughed lightly again, “it is, i was hoping you wouldn’t have minded-”

“no, no, not at all,” he said quickly, his eyes finally meeting yours, shaking himself for whatever trance he was stuck in at that moment, a smirk soon filling his face, “looks good on you.” 

you smiled in return, now fully turning around from the homework you had been doing before eli had entered the room, fresh out of the showered with blow dried hair, the mohawk no longer tainting his hair like usual, but now more relaxed as it was laying flatly on his head. 

this was a rare occurrence, seeing eli without the mohawk, and when it happened, you made sure to always soak it up, usually going out of your way to twirl your fingers through the soft strands, and although at first he was against it, swatting your hands away or glaring, he now gave into the relaxing and comforting patterns of your fingers that swung around strands of his red hair. 

“you finish your homework yet?” he broke away from the doorway, making his way through his room while you turned back to your chem book, shaking your head. 

“no.” “i said you could’ve just copied off of mine.”

“yeah, but that’s cheating.”

“so?” “i wanna understand this shit, not just copy and move along.”

“y/n, you’re stupid,” he turned to face you, dumbfounded, “you used to copy off me and demetri all the time freshman year.”

“yeah, but that’s when i understood but was just too lazy to do the work.”

he squinted at you, “sure,” and then turned back to do whatever he was doing. 

you bit your lip, listening to him rummage through his drawers while you also had your back to him, trying to continue on with your chem homework, but couldn’t find any motivation to do so. 

he had finally stopped before tossing something your way, landing onto the spot right next to you on his bed, you glanced over to object, a snow globe, the white plastic snow flowing over to the bottom of it’s side. 

you narrowed your brows, looking up at him with a quirked brow. he made his way over to you before hopping onto the bed across from you, grabbing onto the rather large object. 

“from my trip to new york last summer, forgot to give it to you,” he mumbled, examining it, his eyes tracing over the round glass that held in all the water and fake snow and replicas of famous building in new york, “my mom thought you’d like it.” 

you smiled, taking the object from his hands before shaking it, watching the white glitter and spect of white plastic fly and swirl around the globe, slowly falling back to the bottom.

“you know it never snowed it the city while we were there, kind of disappointed about it still but-“

“thank you,” you leaned forward, pressing your lips on the side of his face, interrupting his low rambles.

eli’s cheeks grew red and eyes slightly expanded in surprise. he tried his best to keep his emotions under control, trying to not let freshman eli who had a major crush on your freak out too much, but he couldn’t suppress the color in his face that slightly began to match his hair.

you leaned back, calmly examining the snow globe and watching it with fascination and admiration as eli stared straight forward, slightly still shocked and taken back.

“y/n?”

“hm?”

“what are we?”

you looked up from the snow globe, taken back by the sudden abruptness, his tone was dull and straightforward will his eyes were landed on his bedsheets, cheeks still red.

“huh?”

“i mean,” he licked his lips, looking up to you, “y/n i like you, i’ve liked you for a long time, but i don’t know if you know that because you’ve talking to jack but now...”

you smiled lightly, trying to suppress it as he still held a serious expression.

“now i don’t know.”

“eli.”

“what?”

“eli,” you repeated, leaning forward once again, your hand reaching to grip the back of his neck, your smile now letting loose, “it’s you.”

“huh?”

you lightly scoffed in a playful, sweet way, like he should’ve known this, “it always has been, eli.” 

“what?”

you laughed lightly, pressing your lips onto his. you still smiled as you kissed him, finding the whole situation amusing for some odd reason and he didn’t understand but he wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand gripping the material of his sweatshirt that you still had on.

you pulled away, a smile still on your face as he was still lost as could be.

“i like you, dumbass,” you whispered, lips still close to his. “i’ve always liked you, not jack eisenba, you.”

his lips formed into a opened mouth smile, as if slightly shocked that you were uttering those words right in front of him, and it wasn’t just a dream.

“well, that’s good to know...”

you rolled your eyes, pulling him deeper onto his bed so you were closer and more comfortable, your chest pressed against his as you now layed atop of him, your hands reaching for his hair, tangling fingers within the red mess.

“your hair is really soft.” 

he hummed, his arms reaching around you, tightly wrapping you closer to him, his chin was pressed on the top of your head while your hands were looped around his neck, one fiddling with the long strands of hair that fell low.

“so, you wanna copy my chem homework now?”

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COBRA KAI BOYS WITH A GLEE CLUB/MUSICAL THEATER GIRLFRIEND

summary 📣: cobra kai boys dating a musical theater girlfriend (or boyfriend i don’t think there are any female pronouns, i’m sorry if there are)

warnings 🚫: none i think

slater’s note 🗯: i’m sorry for being so absent lately, also i’ve set most of my fics their jr. year bc i have no idea what grade they are in in high school 🤷‍♀️

robby keene:

➪ low-key loves the shit out of you for being a music dork

➪ you sing/hum a lot of your songs a lot of the time when you’re studying with him or just hanging out randomly

➪ at first he low key found it annoying and would tell you to stop for awhile while you guys were studying but as it continues on he doesn’t care

➪ the tune gets stuck in his head and he will end up humming along

➪ at your shows he’ll sing along there too because he basically has it memorized unintentionally

➪ will watch your rehearsals unintentionally

➪ like he’ll come in to pick you up and he’s a little early so he just watches from the audience seats on his phone before he hears you sing and he just becomes enchanted (lmao)

➪ praises you all the time

➪ will feel like your musical director is being harsh and want to step in and want them to lay off but you have to tell him it’s fine

➪ admires you for the amount of pressure you undergo even though he’s literally a karate student and literally fights people in front of other people in competitions

➪ he’ll take you out to eat after your performances

➪ like you guys will go to a diner or something and share a basket of fries

➪ it’s all cute

miguel diaz:

➪ man would low key wanted to join musical theater his freshman year

➪ but now that he has a girlfriend that’s in musical theater, he’s pretty fulfilled

➪ he’s SO PROUD

➪ like overhyped you type of proud and tells anyone and everyone that you’re in theater

➪ he’ll help your glee club hang up poster and flyers about your show around the halls and even rope eli into helping him

➪ miguel is like a manger for the theater just so he can spend time with you

➪ he’ll bring his mom and grandma to your shows

➪ but the best thing is he’ll also rope johnny into one of them, like saying you wanna go to a concert and he gets there and he’s all like, “this isn’t ozzy osborne” or whatever

➪ he’ll help you memorize songs and moves (idk anything about musical theater so pardon me on this)

➪ he’s genuinely there for you on this and won’t give up if you guys mess up steps/lyrics and will be like “let’s try that one more time, you got this”

➪ like i can imagine you guys holding hands, moving side to side as you sing along to a recording of the background music

➪ literally the sweetest and will take you out to dinner after one of your performances

eli moskowitz:

➪ okay so i feel like eli would low key keep you a secret

➪ he would have known you before he was hawk and you guys were decent friends and you’d be one of the only people that brought a smile to his face at that time

➪ you guys would start dating like at the edge of his transformation to hawk

➪ and no one really knew about it and y’all didn’t really find the need to tell anyone since a high percentage of your musical theater group are just a bunch of people who hate people like hawk (aka “bullies”)

➪ so you didn’t find a point in telling them

➪ but anyways miguel would be one of the first people to find out and he would just be *stunned*

➪ like he hangs out with you guys all the time and he never had a clue till he saw eli give you kiss after you dropped him off at practice

➪ “you’re dating y/n?!”

➪ his eyes would widen and he’d be like “keep it down” and it’s not like he’s embarrassed about you, you’re just not the type of person he wants to expose around his friend group

➪ anyways the kids completely in love with you aside from the fact that he unintentionally keeps you a secret

➪ he comes to any of your productions and will be standing in the crowd when it’s over, clapping like crazy

➪ he’ll buy you like flowers and shit

➪ pick you up after your after school practices in

➪ i know this is the bare minimum but he actually genuinely cares (even though he likes to act like he doesn’t) and will ask you questions like how practice was and what you’re working on and what you are doing at the moment, it’s sweet

different type of game, part one. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which eli moskowitz is a popular hockey player, but to reader he was just a boy tory nichols had history with. but eli’s trying to erase that history, and what better way then trying to get with her best friend?

warnings 🚫: mentions of sex, swearing, vulgar language, drinking, tory and reader have a “funny” relationship, no mohawk eli‼️

slater’s note 🗯: i saw a video of hockey jacob, so this kind of inspired this fic. also is it wrong that i lowkey ship tory and hawk?

part one, part two

“hockey boys are fun, always a good fuck.”

“jesus, tory.”

“what?” she out called innocently, leaning back from the boarder separating the two of you from the ice, “it’s true.”

“oh yeah?” you quirked a brow to tory, leaning away from the boarder as well and making your way to the entrance onto the ice.

you really wondered if tory thought about the words that came out of her mouth before they actually came out of her mouth.

the two of you had been watching the high school hockey team practice with the rest of your figure skating team when her words just popped into the air.

“yes.”

“who have you fucked?”

it’s silent, meaning either tory hadn’t followed you onto the ice and didn’t hear you or she was stumped.

she never got stumped, only with you really, and it was because you knew how to contradict her without fear, unlike others who would rather keep their mouths shut then receive a blade to the face from the stupid spike bracelet she kept around her wrist at all times.

you slightly glanced back, trying to see if she was following you, “tory? who’d you fuck?”

the skating rink smelt of sweat and blood, making scrunch up your nose slightly as you got farther to the center. it hadn’t ever mattered how early you got to the rink, it always smelled like that, even before the hockey practices.

“no one.”

“shut up,” you rolled your eyes, turning the heal off your skate to face her. you knew she was lying then.

“what?”

“tory,” you dumbfounded, “who’d you have sex with?”

it was like she was cowering away from you, as if you were about to hit her or something and you didn’t get it.

“c’mon.”

“fine,” she nipped at her lip, eyes sliding along the ice, “miguel diaz.”

and you almost gasped, eyes widening, “tory,” but you kept it in, your hand reaching for her, almost asking her if she was serious, “no way, the kids a dork.”

“shut up, no he’s not.”

“yes he is!” you almost laughed, “he’s friends with those other dweebs, y’know? the lip kid and uh-“

“demetri?”

“yes!”

“y/n, you’re stupid,” it was her turn dead stare you in the eyes with a disappointed glare in her irises, “that was freshman year, two years ago, a lot happens in two years- god haven’t you ever seen eli shotgun? he does it at almost every party.”

“eli?”

“lip kid.”

“oh.. huh?”

tory rolled her eyes as if she was done with your shit, “he has the rough red hair, almost looks pink... uh, hot, number 20 on the hockey-“

you gasped, it all suddenly clicking in your head, “that’s him?”

“yes, that’s him.”

tory looked at you as if you were stupid, her face blank but harsh, it almost made you laugh, but you held it in, allowing a small snide smile slide across your lips, “how was he?”

“miguel?”

“no, eli,” you rolled your eyes, “yes, tory, the one you had sex with.”

“oh...” her teeth sunk into her bottom lip once again. her cool and rude exterior seemed to have disappeared real quick in replace of nervousness, “what if i told you i fucked the both of them?”

°•

it was a late friday night, ten minutes after practice when you felt rushed by tory’s phone call.

“y/n, where are you?”

“tory, where are you?” you were struggling with the phone pressed up to your ear as you tried your best to pull off skates and balance yourself up.

it was nine thirty at night, practice had just gotten over and there was no sign of tory at all throughout the night.

it always seemed as though tory was a slacker, didn’t show up for school, but always showed up to figure skating practice. she always said it was her ticket to a better life, especially with finals coming up. so it was weird for her to ditch out.

“y/n, it’s larusso’s party tonight, it started half an hour ago,” you could hear an annoyance in her tone, “you said you would meet me here.”

you closed your eyes tightly, it suddenly all coming back to you. you had promised her to be her safety buddy for the night just in case any weirdos came around harassing up on her.

“fuck, tory, i forgot,” you lightly slapped your forehead as if scolding yourself, sitting down in one of the arena seats, “i’ll be there soon, practice just ended.”

“you better be,” her voice erupted through your phone speaker, “i’ve been talking to stingray for the half hour, i’m gonna shoot myself before i have another drink.”

you rolled your eyes at the exaggeration that came from her mouth, “shut up.”

and you hung up the phone.

°•

you squinted up at the large larusso home. everyone knew daniel larusso as the ex-hockey-player-valley-championship-winner-now-super-rich-car-salesman. the people of LA worshiped the man.

trekking up the front lawn you could already smell the booze that was practically leaking past the front door.

“finally, you made it,” tory’s arm slung over your shoulder the moment you walked in, her hand shoving a red solo cup in your own, “drink up, long night ahead.”

you narrowed your brows, looking to her a bit confused at her tense posture. she should have been loosened up more, especially with how much alcohol she probably drunk.

“you alright?” you quirked a brow while taking a drink of the sour tasting liquid that you found hard forcing down your throat.

you winced, slightly tilting your head before throwing back some more into your mouth.

“nothing, just kinda... bored.”

“shut up, no you’re not.”

“can we go sit down?”

she was moving before you could say ‘yes’ and moving pretty fast as she swerved herself around the clumps of people littering the living room.

she sat down on a couch in the corner, her hands sitting gently on her lap making your brows close in on each other even more. it didn’t make sense as to why she was being so... awkward.

it was like her heart was racing and her eyes were moving fast, looking from one place to another, like she was paranoid, looking for someone.

“tory, are you on drugs?” you asked, placing your hand close to her as you took a seat next to her on the nice leather couch.

you could barely see her face by the way the only thing illuminating her features were the cheap tacky disco lights set in all the corners of the room.

“no, y/n,” she shook her head, eyes squinting slightly, “fuck you, no, i just need something to drink.”

“water?”

“sure.”

“okay,” you nodded slightly, leaning away from her and standing up, “i’ll get you some.”

she stayed silent, not even watching you walk away but her attention being drawn toward the group of kids beginning to dance in the center of the room.

it was unsettling seeing her so on edge, so strange, it made you uncomfortable due to tory being the usual life of a party. it was so unlike her.

you grabbed one of the solo cups stacked on the counter, biting on your lip as you thought more and more about why tory would be in the mood that she was in.

you couldn’t think of anything as you leaned up on the counter, your hand reaching for the ice as you shoveled it into the red plastic cup.

maybe she was mad you were late or maybe something had happened to her while you were at practice or maybe-

“you’re tory’s friend, right?”

you looked up, pausing your actions of pouring ice into the cup. your eyes met a pair of blue ones, studying you.

“uh, yeah,” your eyebrows were furrowed again, slightly confused as to who you were looking at...

red hair, rough red hair fading into pink...

eli.

your face dropped from its confusion and you were then trying your best to bite back a wave of amusement that begun filling your stomach.

“you’re on the figure skating team too, aren’t you.”

“yeah, are you?”

he scoffed, slight amused taking a drink of the solo cup he held in his hand, “no, hockey team. don’t think i’m nimble enough to do figure skating.”

your eyes raked his body, “hm, i think you could probably pull it off.”

you now leaned away from the counter, sliding further down to the other side where the bottle of waters were. eli followed you slightly on the other end of the marble counter.

“you’re flattering, really.”

“i try to be,” you begun dumping the contents of one of bottles you picked up into the cup, your eyes not meeting his but rather focused on what you were doing.

“y/n? that’s your name, right?”

“yeah, how’d you know?” you still didn’t look up, not really interested in the fact that he knew your name.

“not hard to know about something when you really wanna know about it.”

you looked up then, watching him drink the contents of his drink as he slightly analyzed you, wanting to see your reaction.

“you’re funny...” you mumbled, as if what he said was a joke, but you knew it was a joke, you were just confused, your eyebrows slightly raised.

“thanks.”

you didn’t know what to say, but you really wanted to say something as you stared at him and he stared back, waiting.

you didn’t know what to say.

and you wanted to think that he didn’t know what to say either but you knew better than to think that a boy like him didn’t have a million things to say, all things that could stump you even more, make you flustered, make you embarrassed, make you red in the cheeks. 

a million things to say, but yet he stood silent, as if waiting for you to say the first words to allow him to pounce. 

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Could you do headcannons of dating haw??

dating hawk includes.

summary 📣: above!

warnings 🚫: uhh idk

slater’s note 🗯: hi bae ily

➪ you’d be one of the only people to see him without his mohawk up

➪ he loves it when you play with his hair, it relaxes him

➪ you’re also one of the only people able to calm him down and prevent him from making any irrational decisions

➪ you’re literally his safe space and anytime he needs someone you’re the one he goes to

➪ miguel makes fun of him with how obsessed he is with you

➪ like eli will cancel plans with miguel just to hang out with you or even bring you along

➪ and miguel adores you but sometimes he needs his boy time with eli LMAO

➪ i feel like you guys would rough house a lot or just play fight

➪ more or so if he accidentally hits/kicks you harder then he means to he low key overreacts and will like apologize 100 times

➪ “fuck! kinda forgot you were a girl for a second.”

➪ i’m gonna be honest, you guys honestly would have some ups and downs, a lot having to do with cobra kai when kreese took over and influenced him to do stupid things, such ass breaking demetri’s arm

➪ mean to everyone but you

➪ fr has a soft spot for you and he knows he doesn’t have to have his guard up around you

➪ protective ASF

➪ will make a situation a bigger then it actually is

➪ like if a guy accidentally bumps into you he’ll make the guy go apologized

➪ “eli, i’m fine, he barely touched me”

“yeah, well he should still watch where he’s going”

➪ will also start fights and throw punches FOR NO REASON

➪ he’s super soft for pet names and will literally call you by any of them any chance he gets

➪ princess (low key personally i find this cringe but when he says it-), baby (24/7 and sometimes babe), and low key sweetheart but like in a teasing way and he doesn’t say it often

➪ he also calls you “dude”, “dawg”, “bro”, etc because it’s just a habit

➪ and i feel like for your snapchat name he’d have something funny that doesn’t imply you guys are dating (lol) like my slimeee 🤮 or bestfriend 😋

➪ but for your phone the contact name it’d be pretty face or cowgirl or pretty babe

➪ man high key LOVES pda and won’t keep his hands off you no matter where you are

➪ has to have at least a hand on you and has a one foot rule where he doesn’t want to be any further than a foot away when you guys are around each other 😭

➪ he’s obsessed 🤚

➪ will take you on late night drives just to enjoy the silence and dark with each other’s presence

➪ i feel like you guys would also get matching rings, not like a promise ring, but just matching ones

➪ OKAY BUT HAWK WITH RINGS

➪ he likes to play with your hair and i feel like he’d want to try and braid your hair at least once but tell you not to tell anybody about it because he HIGH KEY struggles

➪ “y/n, babe- stop recording, help me out!”

➪ posts you on his social media stories

➪ will sneak into your room at night but he’s really loud and doesn’t even care about getting caught sometimes

➪ “let’s go get snacks!”

“eli no!”

“why?”

“that’s all the way downstairs.”

“so?”

➪ hungry 24/7 and will make you feed him

➪ made a playlist just for the two of you to listen together on drives you guys go on

➪ also listens to the playlist whenever he misses you

➪ teases you a whole lot

➪ he did it a lot too before you two start dating but it just kept going when you guys got together

➪ he’s an overall good boyfriend who can be overprotective sometimes

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different type of game, part two. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which eli moskowitz is a popular hockey player, but to reader he was just a boy tory nichols had history with. but eli’s trying to erase that history, and what better way then trying to get with her best friend?

warning/s 🚫: gif not mine, swearing, aggression, and idk

slater’s note 🗯: a lot of you have been asking for the video of hockey jacob so i linked it by my tags below 😭 i also need to stop making series after series and not finishing them

part one, part two

“i smoked an unusual amount of weed last night.”

“oh really?”

the cold air of the state hockey rink nipped at the exposed skin of your neck as you entered the arena.

this skating rink was a lot nicer than the one your practiced at. there were more seats, much more room, a large scoring board with a large screen advertising companies sponsoring the team, and a snack bar.

tory had convinced you to join her at the all state game of the valley’s hockey team against another team in san francisco.

you hadn’t had any particular interest in hockey until that year after being forced by your figure skating coach to see a game with the team, and after seeing a fight, it created a lot of excitement.

seeing the flying of gear being pulled off their bodies just so they’d have a better chance to hit one another’s face while they were pressed against the boarder glass separating the fans from the players, it was a different type of thrill.

and you had a feeling another fight would be thrown especially with the fact that it was the state game.

“your mom catch you this time?”

“surprisingly not, she wasn’t even home until after robby left.”

“what so are you and robby best friends now?” you quirked a brow looking to her as the two of you filed down stairs looking for each others seats.

“well no, not exactly.”

“he just gets you weed?”

“he just gets me weed,” she agreed, nodding her head a bit as you began filing down an isle of front row seats.

you were practically stunned as you took in the glory of how close you felt to the ice, you almost couldn’t believe it.

“say, how’d you get these tickets?”

“miguel,” she shrugged as the two of you sunk into the cold red plastic, “apparently he two extra ones and said i could have them.”

you nodded, slightly shimmying in your seat as you tried your best to get comfortable. sure, the stadium was a lot nicer and a lot newer, but the seats were just the same.

it wasn’t long till players began filling out into the ice coming along with an announcement of their name and position.

you found yourself zoned out, looking around mindlessly and studying people’s faces before you heard a familiar name.

eli moskowitz.

your eyes twitched towards the ice as you saw the boy run circles around the ice before sliding in line along with his teammates.

it took you awhile as you tried to think more and more about how you knew him before it hit you hard and made you feel stupid.

“oh, yo,” you slightly sat up in your seat, extending your arm a bit to your left where tory sat next to you, grabbing her attention, “you know eli, right? the kid you slept with?”

“uh, yeah, i think i remember him rather well.”

you looked at her, making a funny face at the sarcasticness that flew out of her mouth, “yeah, well, he talked to me at the party the other night.”

it was then that you had really seemed to have caught her attention, her posture straightening out and readjusting as she seemed to look interested, hands grasping the arms of the plastic chair.

“oh really?”

“yeah, it was weird,” you shook it off, slightly satisfied with the answer she gave (with her body), now knowing you weren’t crazy for thinking about it a lot more then you probably should have. “i kind of feel bad, like i should’ve talked to him more.”

“oh don’t feel bad,” she said quickly, sifting herself to face away from you and rather the rink, “the kids annoying and probably only wants to fuck you, y/n.”

“i don’t think that’s it,” you slightly screwed up your face at the assumption, “he only asked if i was friends with you and if i was in figure skating.”

“he asked about me?” she seemed shocked but also flattered as she pressed the palm of her hand against her chest.

you nodded, pressing your lips together into a thin line, thinking she missed the whole entire point, “yeah, it wasn’t that big of a deal, he just asked if we were friends.”

it wasn’t that big of a deal and yet it had you thinking about him all weekend.

you also found yourself stalking a lot of his social media platforms. looking up his snap and contemplating whether or not to add it as well as whether or not you should follow him on instagram, but you denied yourself of both. it’d too look weird to be suddenly adding him everywhere after just one conversation.

but something told you he wouldn’t have minded, that that’s what he wanted.

not hard to know about something when you really wanna know about it.

what’d he mean by that?

his instagram account was public and was flooded with pictures of him and miguel during the hockey season, all obtaining at least a thousand likes. this man was worshipped by all valley teens and even adults.

“wait,” you paused, adjusting yourself in your seat so you could face her a bit better, “do you like him?”

tory struggled so hard to protect the obvious glow that began resonating all of her face, but you knew her better than anyone to not believe the struggled ‘no’ that came out of her mouth.

you almost gasped, hitting her arm playfully, “tory!”

“what?”

“i thought you never caught feelings.”

her face dipped into a pout as she slightly realized how strange it was for her to like someone, it made her want to hurl.

“okay, but you can’t tell anyone.”

you held in your laugh, holding up your pinky, “deal.”

°•

the game ended with a significant win for the valley high hockey team, ending with cheers with the boys all throwing their arms in the air seconds after the loud buzzer went off.

you smiled watching some of them throw off their masks and gloves hurling themselves at another while yelling in excitement.

you weren’t exactly sure what this did for them other than dubbing them winners of the all state championship.

you were ready to go, looping your coat between your arms while shuffling out of your row and up the stairs before noticing tory wasn’t with you.

“you coming?”

“yeah, just give me a second,” she was staring out in the ice with her body shifting away from you and pulling down deeper into the arena.

“okay,” you sighed climbing the rest of the stairs before making it out to the practically vacant lobby that only filled some parents waiting for their son.

you leaned on one of the walls close to the door, pulling your phone out of your back pocket expecting tory to be out soon for whatever reason she was out there in the first place.

you heard the sound of loud cheers and claps as boys upon boys hustled out into the lobby of the ice rink, carrying their duffle bags and hockey sticks while walking to their parents with grim smiles on their faces.

you analyzed some of the boys, recognizing come of the boys from your school but not enough to put names and a personality behind, although you were sure they probably all were the same, assholes.

but seeing the moment of naiveness of the them hurrying to their parents and straining them with hugs of proudness and happiness made you slightly smile.

you looked back down to your phone, scrolling through your instagram mindlessly till you felt a light kick on your shin. it made you look up real fast, looking for the culprit.

you didn’t have to look far till your eyes met a pair of icy blue ones, the same as from nights before, coming with faded dyed red hair.

“didn’t know you were a hockey fan.”

a sly surprised yet confused smile slowly crept up onto your mouth, pulling your lips up into curves, “yeah, biggest one here.”

“i’ll be honest, you didn’t really strike me as one,” he tilted his head a bit, shuffling closer to you.

you nodded, watching him carefully. it was then you noticed that it seemed that nobody was waiting for him, not even his parents as every other person in the room already had a child in their grasp.

it made you narrow your brows as you looked back at him directly, “your parents not come?”

“oh no,” he shook his, “never to the out of valley games, they usually just wait at the school when the bus drops us off.”

“yeah, congrats on your win though,” you nodded with a genuine tone, “you scored hella points.”

“yeah, all for you babe,” he playfully smirked, leaning even closer into you.

your cheeks red as you began to find it harder and harder to maintain eye contact with him, your eyes landing on the floor before glancing up to him where he now had his arm propped up above your head.

“that’s so- flattering,” you coughed awkwardly thinking about tory and how the man she liked was practically shamelessly press against you, “but yeah.”

“but yeah?” he quirked a brow staying up close and personal, “you don’t believe me?”

“i think-“

“y/n, what the fuck?”

you knew it would happen. you knew tory wouldn’t stay in the arena all day, and you knew with your luck, it would only make sense that she walked in on this.

eli leaned away once he realized who the girl stalking over was, anger twinned into her expressions as she glared at you. it looked as if she was about to clock you in the jaw by how tight she had her fists closed, keeping them tight by her sides.

“tory, i-“

she gave you no time to speak as she grabbed onto your wrist tightly, practically digging her nails into your skin, yanking you towards the exit.

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hiii i saw that you write cobra kai imagines and i was wondering if you could do a miguel imagine in which the reader is best friends with robby and has developed feelings for him while miguel still likes sam, so the reader and miguel start fake dating and emd up catching feelings for eachother?🥺💞

failure to plan, part one. miguel diaz x reader

summary 📣: above :)

warnings 🚫: gif not mine, swearing

slater’s note 🗯: also there will be A PART TWO I PROMISE

“i have a plan.”

you looked up from your textbooks, seeing a very hyper miguel, his hands pressed down onto the table, inches across from you. 

you press your lips into a thin line, narrowing your brows up to the boy, your head slightly quirked to the side, “what’s your plan?”

miguel pulled out the seat in front of you, causing you to begin to close your books and set them to the side, giving him your divided attention. 

“i need to be with same,” he said straight forward, folding his arms against the cold, blue plastic table, “i’m done constantly chasing after her.. wondering whether or not she likes me the way i like her still.” 

he paused giving you time to process his words as he tried to think of what to say next, how to form his words while your lips pressed back into a line. 

you didn’t know miguel that well... well you did but he was more or so an acquaintance than anything else. you had found yourself noticing him a lot more the moment him and robby had began to get along, causing your whole friend group to pull closer together, that being, sam, you, tory, robby, demetri, eli, and miguel. 

he was a funny kid, one you could put a lot of trust into if you needed to. 

“i know you like robby,” he paused, looking down at the table as if he was slightly ashamed for knowing this information, and you yourself were slightly shocked, but you stayed silent, resisting the urge to open your mouth. “i see the way you look at him, i know you like that kid just as much as i like sam.”

robby. that “kid” was your best friend and you had very valid reasons as to why you liked him, one being as to he was there for you since day one. robby didn’t have a lot of trust in people, nor did anyone seem to trust him... but you. 

you had met him at a skating rink where you had just about fallen on your ass if he hadn't swooped in and caught you by the arm, keeping you on your feet and away from falling into a deep pit of hurt and scratches. 

he taught you things, you kept him out of trouble, you kept each other alive and in your well beings. you couldn't have asked for a better friend nor would you ever think about replacing him. 

that’s why it was hard for you to realize that you thought of him more than just a friend. the thought of ruining what you had with for something that might not even be a possibility, that being; him liking you. 

“yeah, okay, so you know that, what about it?” 

“i have a proposition.”

“get to the point.”

you didn’t intend for anything that came out of your mouth to be rude, but the fact that he knew something so personal, something that you wouldn't even tell your mom or girl best friend about made you uncomfortable, on edge. what else did he know? 

it was ridiculous to feel so attacked by miguel diaz because really, the kid was sweet, he had no attentions in being harmful, but you just couldn't stop your mind from caving in on itself. 

“fake date,” he said it straight forward making you curve your head a bit in confusion and in thought, wondering whether or not your heard him right or if you were really going crazy faster than you thought. 

“huh?” “fake dating,” he repeated, “it’s the only way to tell whether or not if i’m wasting my time, but i don’t think i am, i just know she likes me back but i need to push her a bit.” “so you want to make her jealous?” he nodded his head, waiting for you to say something, waiting for you to say ‘yes’. 

“what’s in it for me?” “works both ways.” “yes, but i don’t think robby likes me like that, that’s why i haven’t said anything to him about it-”

“y/n,” he cuts you off, wanting to slow down the oncoming rambling that was about to spill out of your mouth in one big mess, “guy best friends usually like their girl best friends. robby just needs a push as well.” 

it made you bit your lip in thought, eyes racing back on the table top before you. the idea he presented before you was either a really good one... or a really, really bad one. 

“i’ll think about it,” you got up quickly, grabbing all your books before rushing out of the library. 

°•

monday came rather fast, making you think you didn’t have nearly enough time to think about miguel’s proposition. you knew he would probably would want an answer, especially due to the fact that you had ignored all his phone calls and texts. 

hanging out with robby all weekend hadn’t necessarily gave you any clarity either. it was the only thing on your mind as you the two of you went to the skate park and his dad's apartment, and mr. larusso’s home, and the food court, and anywhere and everywhere. the only thing. 

you begun to feel bad because twenty minutes into hanging out he had noticed, giving you hard time about it as time continued on it seemed to have been a repetitive thing. 

“what’s on your mind, kid?” “uh, nothing.”

all you could say was you felt bad. 

you hustled down the hallway, trying your best to maneuver yourself around the teen bodies that filled the hallway like a small box. it was hot and stuffy and you felt your heart all high in your chest as you tried to spot for something familiar, spot robby. 

you continued down the hallway before hitting a clearing a relief hitting you and lightening up on your chest, analyzing your environment before planning out how you’d get to your next class. 

you rounded a corner, five feet away from your physics class before you felt the weight of your body being pulled back in your past tracks. 

and you almost smacked whoever did so before realizing it was miguel, a relief coming over you as you sighed, sinking your shoulders back into a more relaxed position. 

he slightly laughed, letting go of your arm, “relax, it’s just me.”

you rolled your eyes, nodding him off, “what do you want?”

“i want an answer.”

“what?” you almost resisted the urge to play dumb but the words just fell out of your mouth, think it would give you more time to make up your mind. 

“you know what.”

“yeah, i don't know,” you turned around but he grabbed onto your shoulder quickly before flipping you back around. 

“y/n,” he gave you a pointed look that made you even more anxious than you already were.

you bit the inside of your cheek, hoping the answer would just come to you right in that moment, but it didn't. there was just some part of you that just didn't understand, maybe that was what was holding you back due to the lack of clarity on the situation. what did “fake dating” even entail? what would you have to do? and why you? what was so special about you other then the fact that you were just as helpless as he was to getting the person he liked to like him back. 

but so what? there were hundreds of girls like that at your school. 

you exhaled, almost rolling your head down in shame, “you know what, fine, i’ll ‘fake date’ you... but you have to tell me why.”

“what do you mean, why?”

“why me, miguel?” 

he rolled his eyes as if it should have been the most obvious thing in the world, “i already told you, we both have people we like-”

“yeah but there’s other people in this school in that exact situation,” you extended out your arm, getting worked up for basically nothing. 

miguel rolled his eyes again before taking a step forward, “we can talk about this later, meet me in the library later.”

and he walked off. 

°•

“hey, can i give you a ride?” 

three o’clock arrived like clock work and after seven classes of hell you walked out of your last one, completely exhausted and ready to go home, but remembered you still had to meet miguel in the library. 

it had been bearing on your mind all day, that you just wished you could forget about it and go home with robby like he offered. 

“no, i can’t,” you mumbled, diverting your body to face robby as the two of you neared the exit of the school.

“why not? got a hot date or something?”

“something like that,” you smiled just as he did. 

“alright, i’ll see you later,” he gave your arm a tight squeeze before walking out the doors, waving as he continued out onto the parking lot. 

“lord, help me.”

°•

“no strings attached, you don’t have to call me at twelve in the morning when your crying nor do i have to call you when i get hurt or some shit,” miguel was straightforward, he pulled out his phone and began reading from a list off of it, like he had had this planned way before even deciding to talk to you about it. “we’re here to make people jealous, not get attached.”

you nodded, trying to process all the things he had said in the past ten minutes about what was to go down with the two of for however how long it would take before either sam or robby broke from underneath the pressure of you two “dating”. 

miguel already had the week planned and you were slightly grateful that he knew what he was doing because you sure as hell didn't. 

“i’ll take you out to the mini golf place so then it’s public, you know? it’ll seem more official and that way people will see us together...” he continued on by saying, “we hold hands, kiss in the hall, and do all the cheesy couple shit.” “thought you were a sucker for that stuff,” you hummed, raising your eyebrows, slightly shocked by him bad mouthing all the “cheesy shit” that couples do, the type of shit you would see him doing in the halls with sam when they were still a thing. 

he rolled his eyes, “whatever, we got a deal?” 

you watched him raise his hand, reaching across the table for your own... and you took it, nodding your head still lost, but content now. 

“we have a deal.”

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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-

short hair robby keene can get it there i said it

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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SEASON 4 OF COBRA KAI‼️‼️‼️ WHO’S READY FOR THE PERSON IM ABOUT TO BECOME ??????

reblogging this so i actually remember to write a robby enemies to lovers since season four is out.

A Robby enemies to lovers fic pretty please??

i'll def do it, but probably around the time when cobra kai s4 comes out, because my motivation is shit :(

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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emotional support himbo

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

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only one capable of keeping a plant alive