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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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"Please, please, can I come in you? Please, I wanna come so bad," Eli whines, panting hard into Reader's ear as he ruts into her tight, wet cunt. He can barely think, only one thing on his mind. "Please, wanna come in this fat pussy. Please, please, please."

Reader moans as he brushes again her g-spot over and over again. His hips knock into hers like clockwork, heavy balls smacking against her ass. She grips his messy hair in one hand whilst the other stay tightly wrapped around his shoulders. "You wanna come inside of me?"

He nods with a loud whimper, never ceasing his rough thrusts. "Yes! Yes, please! Please let me come inside!"

His pleas are so pretty, a little rushed, but still pretty. Reader tries to speak, but she moans loudly, feeling her gut tighten up. Her walls squeeze him tight as she comes on him, creaming around his cock and leaving a nice ring around his base. He continues to rut into her as she moans with pleasure, unable to speak.

He can't wait for her anymore, the pleasure too much. Her sopping wet, sloppy, messy cunt is squeezing him, milking him, begging him for his cum. His eyes roll up as he groans "I'm coming, oh fuck! I'm coming!" and he busts. He presses himself to her, her cervix kissing the tip of his cock as he gives her everything he has. Rope after rope after rope after rop after rope-

It feels like a fire hose left on, shooting thick torrents of his cum into her. She moans directly in his ear as she squirms under him, their chests tightly pressed together and her sensitive nipples rubbing on his lean chest. She holds onto him, expecting him to collapse soon.

However, Eli has other ideas. Before he's even finished, he draws his hips back and ruts into her. Reader yelps, her sensitive walls clenching around him as he starts his quick, fast rutting again. Overwhelmed, she moans and garbles, "Eli..."

"I'm not done with you, mommy" he gruff, raspy voice grunts. It sends chills down her spine and her cunt clenches again her legs are shaking and she is laid under him, weak and at his mercy. "I have at least two more loads for you."

He sits up on his knees, a slight pause in his thrusts as he reposition ls. Her embrace is gone, but as he looms over her, she couldn't care less. His switch from sub to dom excites her despite the oversgimulation it will cause her. His dark, lustful eyes have her swooning under him and she lets her arms fall beside her, grabbing at the bedsheets in preparation for what's to come.

He's quick to hook his hands under her knees and push them to her chest. She moans at the new position and the way he sinks further into her. He grunts, feeling her frothy, sticky cum leak down his balls. "Fuck... that's it. This is gonna be it. Gonna make you a mommy."

Her cunt throbs around him with excitement. At the promise, she whines. She looks up into his eyes as they fall into a new game. "Wanna make you a daddy."

He pulls back and snaps his hips into hers. She throws her head back and screams with pleasure. The shocks of overstim rush through her, giving her an absolute thrill. As he sets the knew pace, slow and hard, he keeps her knees to her chest and watches the way her body moves under him, purely mesmerized by the bounce of her fat tits and pudgy belly. All he can think of is how much fatter her tits will Getz how that pouch of her belly will round out.

As he fucks her, it's a mess. She gushes around him, hot liquid and cream splattering everywhere and running down her ass. UT soaks into the bedsheets and makes a mess of his thighs. He looks down and watches her stretched out, puffy cunt take his cock. He watches the way her cum makes a mess, frothy cream stuck to the both of them.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come again," he groans, looking at her flustered face. Her needy, swollen lips, her pretty eyes. He leans down and throws her legs over he's shoulder, keeps her folded in half while her toes curl behind his head. He kisses her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She moans deeply, pushing her tongue against his and they swirl and twist and dance. It's short lived as he pulls away from her and pants heavily. "Gonna come inside you. You want thay, don't you?"

She nods and her cunt tightens up. She squeezes him hard as she grips the bedsheets tightly. His cock rams into her cervix everytime he slams into her and she loves it, waves of please making her body shudder under him as she comes. She babbles small please to him, begging and begging and begging for him to make her a real mommy.

And he doesn't want to disappoint. He throbs harshly inside her tight cunt and he knows he's close. So he starts utterly pounding into her. As he feels the first surge of his second orgams begin, he presses into her hard so that his tip is right up against her tight ring of muscle keeping him out of her womb, but takes rope after rope after rope after rope after rope of his thick, potent cum.

Her eyes are rolled up as they share another orgasm, basking in the raw glory of it all. She moans and whimpers, hoping he's right when he tells her it's this one. This time is it.

He pants heavily over her, running a hand through his messy hair. When the high is over he gently let's her legs down and he falls against her. She wraps her arms around him and grins, feeling him nuzzle into her chest. He grinds his hips into her lowly and mouths at her tits, falling back into subspace and relinquishing his dominance to her.

"That's it, honey, just like that," she tells him, running a hand through his hair. He laps his tongue over her nipple, sloppy and wet, before pulling into his mouth to suck on peppery. "Take your time. It's okay. You have all night to make mommy a mommy."

He moans gently, softly grinding against her as they plans not to stop until they were sure she was knocked up. He looks up at her with big blue eyes, watching her pleasure filled expression as he played with her nipple. She sighed softly, overstimulated cunt fluttering around his still hard cock, keeping him from going soft as they kept the pleasure alive.

Eli close his eyes and licked a stripe up her tit, then latched on to the section of plush fat and started sucking hickeys onto her skin.

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sensei-venus · 2 months

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@gemini-sensei Now you have me thinking about Bimbo! Reader and Hawk after they graduate.

The two of them are so cute together! Reader is a stay-at-home wife, but she definitely does something like bedazzling tumblers or something when she's bored and sells them. Hawk is working at the dojo with Daniel and Johnny. Things couldn't be better for the couple.

Well that is until Sam and Miguel have their first baby.

Sam lets Reader hold the little boy one time right after they get out of the hospital and that's that. Reader is obsessed with the baby boy.

She holds him whenever she is over at the Diaz-LaRusso house. When Sam is busy she helps out and watches him. Making sure he has a nice warm bottle and a soft blanket. Talking to him all sweet and quiet. His little eyes always seem to follow her. Sam and Miguel have to admit that they find it cute to see both the chubby girl and their newborn son giggle at one another. Reader adores the time she gets to spend at their house.

But one day when she goes home from a tiny visit, she feels different. She's making dinner, now in some kind of mood, when her phone dings. Picking it up she finds a new message from Sam. Opening it she finds a picture of the baby boy in the new outfit she had bought them recently. Sam gushes a little about how adorable he looks in it and thanks her agine for buying it for him. Reader gives a smile to herself as she texts back “Hes so cute! Lots of kisses from his aunt Reader💕” before putting the phone back down.

Her mood is completely sour now. She stops cooking and just sits at the dinner table thinking. Not fully understanding why she's feeling the way she is. So many emotions are popping up. She loves the Diaz baby so why is she all of a sudden so sad? She thinks about it for a while before she realizes what she's feeling in that moment.

Her cheeks are warm and her heart is going a mile a minute in her chest.

She wants a baby of her own.

(cutting it off here, but I fucking know for a fact that Reader cries a lot when telling Hawk she wants a baby.)

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vainvenus · 1 month

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you could do a second part of the ff "eli x reader" (cobra Kai) in which Eli is targeted by Kyler (in the library as in the series) and the reader does something about it (like protect him and kiss him in front of everyone because Kyler has said “I don't know how -reader- I manage to kiss you). the first part was so cute🥹 sorry for my english it's not my language🫶🏻😭

⌲;꒰ Favorite Boy in the Valley. ꒱ ꒰ Pt.2 ꒱

Pairing :: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Synopsis :: Kyler comes back to continue ridiculing Eli but luckily you're there

Includings :: Includings - S1!Eli no Hawk, established relationship, bullying, harassment, crying, cursing, threats, lots of PDA and just lots of fluff, short but sweet

An :: I'm so glad you liked the other one! I hope you like this one too ^^

Since your talk with Eli things had been back to normal and just the way you had loved it.

Your movie nights continued, he started walking you to and from classes again and he didn't mind PDA as much. He held your hands in the hallway and accepted any kisses you gave to him despite the looks the two of you would sometimes get.

He started to care a little less what others were thinking of him after your talk. He realized that as long as he had you, it didn't really matter because that others thought.

Which was why he was open to picking back up your after school study dates in the library, offering to help you study and work on some of your late work in the library after school even though you kept getting distracted.

You had barley made a dent in getting your work done when you had got up, saying that you needed a snack break.

"You want anything, hun?" You asked as you grabbed a few dollars from your purse and he had thought for a second as he wrote down the correct answer instead of yours.

"Skittles, and after this can you please focus? I want you to pass this class so can-"

You had placed a small kiss on his cheek, pulling away and smiling at his face which was starting to grow a faint shade of pink.

"The sour ones?" You asked, referring to his choice of candy and he had nodded quietly, looking back down at the paper.

You hummed, leaving the library and Eli had smiled down at the paper as he continued to correct you mistakes. He knew you were at least trying, math wasn't everybody's strong suite.

"I thought freaks left the school strictly at three."

His body tensed up at the familiar voice, his grip tightening around the mechanical pencil in his palm.

He kept his eyes on the page, hoping that if he ignored the boy for long enough he would grow bored and go torture somebody else.

"Yo, we're talking to you, freak." One of Kyler's friends hissed, slamming one of the textbooks shut, the slam echoing throughout the library which earned him a harsh glare from a couple of the students.

Of course, none of them cared care. Kyler walked over and grabbed Eli by his face and forced him to look up at him.

"Jesus Christ. I still don't get it." He shook his head as he stared the other boy down with a harsh glare. "Just how does she manage to kiss you without puking."

There it was again.

He felt tears pricking his eyes, his vision growing glossy as he tried to blink them away and he heard Kyler snickering in front of him.

"Are you crying? Stop being such a little bitch." Kyler let go of Eli's face, making sure to push his head back a bit as he did so with a smug smile.

"She's dating a freak and a crybaby? How low are her standards?" His friends snickered as Kyler titled his head with a narrowed gaze. He opened his mouth to speak again but a voice spoke up.

"Why are you guys talking to my boyfriend?"

They had turned their heads to you as you were holding a few snacks and a bottle of water. You placed them on the table beside your stuff as you looked at the three.

"Hello? I asked a question, so don't stand there and look stupid." You repeated, looking directly at Kyler who crossed his arms over his chest.

"We were just talking-"

"About what exactly?" You interrupted with furrowed brows, barely giving any of them a chance to muster up a response as you looked over to Eli.

"What'd they say?" You asked, trying to make your voice a bit softer since your were talking to Eli but your frustration was obvious through your tone.

He muttered something you didn't quite catch so you leaned a bit closer. "A bit louder for me, please."

He glanced away, wiping the corners of his eyes with his sleeve. "Just the same stuff as last time..look, it's not really a problem. Can we just lea-"

You had cut him off as you leaned forward to place a kiss on his lips, your lipgloss leaving a glossy residue.

And for good measure you had placed another one right on his scar with a small smile.

"We're not going anywhere. They can leave." You stated, turning your attention back to the three with raised eyebrows as you noticed they were still standing there.

"Can you guys hear? Get lost already, Jesus Christ. It's like you have nothing better to do." You rolled your eyes, waving the group goodbye.

It seemed that Kyler's two friends got the hint as they muttered something under their breaths and walked away.

"I just don't think I'll ever get it." Kyler scoffed, shaking his head as he stared at the two of you in disgust.

You shrugged your shoulders. "It's not for you to get, obviously. Why don't you worry about your own relationship that's falling apart?"

He scowled at you, narrowing his gaze into a glare before muttering; "Freaks." under his breath and turning on his heel but you heard it.

You stood back up from your seat much to the dismay of Eli who was urging you to sit back down so the two of you could finish studying.

"Say that again?"

"I said-"

Eli wasn't fast enough as you swung your fist at Kyler, hitting him straight in the nose. His hands flew up to cover it as he squeezed his eyes shut, tears pricking in the corner.

"You bitch! You probably broke my fucking nose!"

"Good." You scoffed, shaking your fist and squeezing it a bit and Eli had started to pack up your things before the librarian could ask what was going on.

As the two of you walked out of the library he noticed you wincing slightly as you touched your knuckles.

"I'll ice it when we get to my house." He reassured you as he grabbed your non dominant hand to hold it so you would stop poking at the other.

You smiled, placing a kiss on the back of his hand. "Aw, you're the best."

"Well, you did punch Kyler for me. I think you're the best." He hummed, copying your movements and placing a kiss on the back of your palm.

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its-all-or-nothing94 · 1 year

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Out of your system // Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz x Reader

Summary: You are in a completely different dojo and face Cobra Kai, including Hawk and Tory, at a tourney. The tension between you and Hawk is too strong from the beginning, and well, you just need to get it out of your system. But there is something else...

Pairing: Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz x Reader

Warnings: Language, fighting, wild make-out session

A/N: This is my first Cobra Kai Story :) Hope you enjoy! (The way Hawk would look at you!)

Exuberant and confident, the Cobra Kai students stand in front of the arena. As always, they know, or think they know, that they will bring home the trophy again this year.

"Hey guys, have you heard about that other dojo?" blurts Mitch and the others look at him.

"What dojo? What the hell are you talking about?" asks Hawk, raising an eyebrow. His look is the same as always. Arrogant and cocky.

"I heard about a dojo competing today, and supposedly they have a real machine," Mitch continues.

At this moment, a car pulls up. It is a matte black Audi RS3 Sportback, and a silver panther is on the side. The students of Cobra Kai look up in anticipation.

"You got to be shitting me...," Hawk breathes as he sees the sticker of a dojo on the back window.

Silver Panther Dojo

Hawk's mouth drops open as he spots you getting off. For a moment, he stares at you, but then you turn around and brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He's rarely seen a prettier girl than you.

Then you look at Hawk, who briefly averts his eyes, but then he looks at you again. You meet his gaze and then raise an eyebrow before snorting in amusement and disappearing inside the arena.

"What the hell was that?" asks Tory after a while, looking at Hawk.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You - dumbass," she says, then looks at the entrance. "And her. You just undressed her with your eyes."

"No, I didn't," Hawk waves off.

"Oh, yes, you did," Tory teases him further, but Hawk has had enough. He stands very close in front of Tory and looks at her menacingly.

"I fucking did not!"

Just as Tory is about to say something else, Kreese steps behind her. "Come on! In you go!"

As they change clothes and wait to warm up, Hawk spots you again. You're standing a few feet from him, stretching. Hawk's eyes roam over your perfect body. You're so flexible, and those curves...

"Snap out of it, will you! I'm not gonna lose that trophy 'cause you give our competition the fuck-eyes."

Annoyed, Hawk turns to Tory. "Just shut the fuck up, Tory, okay. I'm not giving her the fuck-eyes. And I will prove it to you."

Hawk stands behind you and lets his gaze roam over your backside once more. He waves Mitch, Edwin, and a few others over, then walks toward you. Tory follows them as well, eager to see what he does now.

At that moment, you stand up straight, grab your towel, and then turn around. You didn't expect to almost run into Hawk like that. You take another step backward, but Hawk steps in front of you again.

The tension between you is charged, and you can almost hear it crackle.

"Can I help you?" you ask, perkily raising an eyebrow.

Hawk's typical smug smile appears on his face. "You wanna help us, princess? If anything else, we are gonna help you."

You snort. "Oh yeah?" You now take a step closer to Hawk and whisper against his lips. "Guess what, Mohawk. I don't need your help."

You're about to push past him when Hawk grabs you by the arm. "You're pretty cheeky. You know that?" he asks, and your lips are only inches apart. "Just know we won't go easy on you just because you're a girl. We will take you down."

You yank your arm away from Hawk. "Oh, I'd like to see you try."

As you stomp away, Hawk watches you go. As you disappear around the corner, he turns to Tory to show her he is right, but Tory just laughs.

"Wow, you serious? The fucking tension between you two makes me sick."

Annoyed, Hawk turns away from Tory. He's not attracted to you after all. The only one who had his attention until now was Moon, but now... His gaze briefly wanders to the bench in the back, where he can see you talking to your sensei. At that moment, you look up and give Hawk a dirty look.

Then it finally starts. The first few fights begin, and Hawk watches anxiously. He wants to know what's coming up, after all.

"Next up, Mitchell Sanders against Y/N Y/L/N," the speaker calls out, and Mitch stands next to Hawk.

"A girl. Should be an easy one," he says, and Hawk punches in at him. But then the two see who is getting ready. It's you. Hawk laughs and then comes over to you.

"Now let's see what you are made of, princess," he says, and you look up at him.

"With pleasure!" she pushes Hawk aside and then joins Mitch on the mat.

"Okay, bow to each other," the referee calls, and you bow to your opponent, who does the same. You quickly realize he's from the same dojo as the pompous guy with the mohawk. "Good, now bow to me," the ref continues.

Then the fight begins. Hawk smugly stands next to the mat and watches you, but the smirk quickly disappears from his face as he watches you fight. You are just incredible. Slowly he lowers his arms, and his mouth opens. It doesn't take long, and Mitch is on his back.

"One Point!" says the ref, pointing at you.

"Wow, your girlfriend is really good," Tory says, standing next to Hawk.

"She's not my fucking girlfriend." Furious, Hawk stomps away.

The following fights are not unexpected. Hawk defeats his opponents, Tory defeats hers, and you defeat yours. The board indicates that the next fight is between Tory and you.

"Next up: Tory Nichols from Cobra Kai and Y/N Y/L/N from Silver Panther."

You and Tory face each other. You bow and then take your fighting positions.

"You know what a silver panther is, right?" Tory asks you, and you squeeze your eyes together. You've watched her before and know she's trying to intimidate her opponents. However, you don't respond. "Silver Panthers are the old ones. Slow and without reaction."

"Why don't you just shut up, huh? More fighting, less talking," you say, clenching your fists.

When the ref gives the okay, you both fire away and start punching each other. Your talents are incredibly even; one by one, you score until the score is 2-2.

As you get ready to face each other for the third and final time, you see the guy with the mohawk standing behind Tory, watching you. Tory follows your gaze and then grins at you.

"No worries. He will fuck you either way. Even if you lose."

You frown, and your attention returns to Tory. Then the ref gives the go-ahead, and you start punching her. Over and over, you kick at her, then hit her again with your fists so she can only defend herself and nothing else.

Again you face each other. Then you do a pike roll, put your legs around her middle, and roll again, so she slams on the mat. Quickly you sit on her and give her the last blow. In the corner of your eye, you see the ref's flag go up.

"One Point." He takes your hand and raises it. "Winner."

You send a smug smile toward Mohawk before kneeling to Tory. "You know... Now that I won, maybe I will fuck him," you say, winking at her.

"The big finale is done. We start in fifteen minutes. Hawk against Y/N Y/L/N. Let's see who will be the new All Valley Champion."

"That bitch!" grumbles Tory as she sits on the floor next to Hawk.

"Oh, now you don't like her that much. What?" Hawk teases her.

"Shut up, Hawk! You still have to face her. Oh, and btws, I think she wants to fuck you, too."

Hawk's head shoots up, and he looks at Tory. "What the fuck are you talking about now?"

Tory stands up and walks toward Hawk. "You eye-fucked her since she got here, and the tension between you is far from enduring. That's why I told her that you would fuck her even if she loses. When that bitch won, she said she's probably gonna fuck you anyway now."

Hawk and Tory look over at you, and you feel their eyes on you, which is why you look up. Your gaze meets Hawk's, and you both stare at each other for a moment.

When the fight finally starts, you face Hawk and bow. He does so as well, and his gaze remains on your eyes.

"Fighting positions!"

You take your position and raise your hands. When the ref gives the go, you go right at it. You kick at Hawk, but he blocks all your punches.

As you lunge again, he grabs your leg and pulls you closer to him so that your faces are once again inches apart.

"So, how about that fuck later?" he whispers to you, and you're totally thrown off your game, which is why he can throw you onto your back easily.

"One Point."

Hawk reaches out to help you up, but you swat it away and resume your fighting stance.

"That was dirty," you hiss at him, and he winks.

"Not as dirty, what I will do to you later."

"Go!"

The two of you start fighting each other again, and it continues with numerous dirty and lewd remarks until it's 2-2 again.

After that, neither of you manages to score another point. Both of you are always close, but then the other can block again. After 3 minutes of fighting, the ref interrupts.

"Okay, stop! We're going to take a 15-minute break," he calls, and you take a step back. You take a deep breath and then walk quickly to the dressing room.

Your ego is bruised that you let yourself be distracted by such cheap talk in the first place, and secondly, that this stupid fight still isn't over.

With your eyes closed, you stand next to the bench and rub your knuckles, which are cracked from all the attacks. Then you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

"So, what do you say?" you suddenly hear a whisper by your ear, which makes you wince. Of course, you immediately know who it is.

You feel his chest against your back and his hand suddenly resting on your hip. All your muscles tense, and you turn your head in his direction. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and again you feel the tension between you.

His hand moves from your hip over your stomach. He starts kissing your neck, and you take a deep breath.

"Is that a yes?" he asks softly, and the vibration of his voice sends goosebumps down your body again.

Then you turn and look into his blue eyes. With the smug smile still on his lips, he looks at you.

"You really think it's that easy?" you whisper after a while.

He puts his hands on your hips again and pulls you closer to him. "I could do more convincing if you want to," he says, kissing your neck again before moving his mouth further down.

He pushes your gi aside a little, giving him more access.

"I don't know if this a good idea," you say, panting, and put your arms around him.

Hawk gives you a gentle squeeze and then looks you in the eye. "I'm not gonna say it is, but..." he starts and then kisses you passionately. His tongue runs over your bottom lip, and you open your mouth to let him in.

Suddenly Hawk's hands were all over your body.

"Jesus, you are so fucking hot!" gasps Hawk against your lips, and you can't help but smirk.

He opens your gi and slides the jacket over your shoulders. His hands are quickly back on your body, exploring your skin. Then his hands move down to your ass, and he grabs it before lifting you so you can wrap your legs around his middle.

Hawk takes a few steps backward and then sits on the bench with you on his lap. Suddenly, you feel his fingers on your waistband and stop him.

"Wait... I won't - I won't go any further, understood," you say, biting your lips. You avert your eyes from Hawk and look down at yourself.

"Hey," he says more gently than you ever expected him to. "It's okay... We don't-" he says, but then a loud tone sounds, and you both look up. "Shit, the fight," he says and looks at you.

You smirk and then get off his lap before putting your gi jacket back on. You then make your way out of the locker room, but just before you reach the door, Hawk grabs you by your wrist and then pushes you against the wall.

"This isn't finished, sweetheart," he whispers before placing his lips on yours and kissing you.

When he lets go of you, you smile softly at him. "I guess that was something that we needed to get out of our system."

"Guess so."

Together, you walk back out to finish your fight.

"All right, let's finish this," the ref says before you bow to each other again, then take your fighting positions.

You wink almost imperceptibly at Hawk as the ref gives the go-ahead for the final round.

30 seconds later, you're lying on your back on the mat with Hawk bent over you. Your chest rises and falls quickly, and you look him in the eye.

"Looks like you didn't hold back this time, huh?" you ask, and Hawk winks again.

"Oh, just wait for the next time; I get you without this Gi," he whispers and then gets off you.

He helps you to your feet, and his friends are already running towards him to celebrate with him for the win. You smile at the sight but then turn away and go to your sensei and friends.

A little later, you are approached again as you stand outside by your car, just loading your bag.

"I meant it."

You turn around, and Hawk is standing in front of you. "What do you mean?"

"That I wanna see you again," Hawk says, and you step closer to him.

"Oh, so that's what that meant," you say with a smile, and he nods with a shoulder shrug.

You walk up to him, take his cell phone out of his hand, and put in your number. Then you open your car and get in. Before you close the door, however, you look again at Hawk.

"I really enjoyed your company too, Eli."

Then you get in and drive away. Hawk looks after you and, at that moment, realizes that you called him Eli. The question, however, was how you knew his real name.

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justauthoring · 2 years

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Shadow of Yourself [7/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: the beginning of season three!! and literally not a single scene in this chapter is from the actual episodes so, enjoy lol. this chapter is also a bit shorter then previous ones but i promise this is just the beginning. season three is gonna be the angsty.

Based off of: Cobra Kai 03x01, 03x02 and 03x03 Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that), bullying, etc. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

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THE FINAL STRAW:

Miguel was in a coma.

Robby was on the run.

And Eli…

Everything had gone to sh*t. In a matter of moments.

Nothing was right anymore. That school fight never should’ve happened. Just the thought of it made fear strike deep within you, crawl up the back of your throat and stay there, like a constant reminder of what had happened and why it had happened. Ever since Cobra Kai came to the All Valley, nothing had been right–karate had changed everything.

Karate was the reason why you lost Eli.

It was the reason why Miguel was in a coma.

It was the reason why Robby was on the run.

…But really, no matter how much you felt like blaming karate–it was your fault.

You weren’t strong enough. You weren’t able to stop Tory from attacking Sam, from gauging her arm, nor had you been able to stop Miguel and Robby from going at each other. You weren’t there when it happened, when… Miguel was pushed because you were trying to stop Eli. And you hadn’t. You hadn’t done anything.

You never did anything.

A series of rings echoes beside you, your good hand–the hand not in a brace currently– shaking as you hold your phone before you. The contact read ‘mom’ and honestly, you were too afraid to answer it. You knew what she was calling about–the fight at the school. That and the fact that you’d had to go to the hospital for your wrist, which turned out only to be a minor sprain. You have no doubt the school and probably the hospital had called her.

You could only imagine how mad she was.

Swallowing thickly, you force yourself to answer it, swiping across the screen before shakily pressing the phone against your ear.

You hear your mother before you even get the chance to say hello.

“A school fight! What in the world were you even thinking! Why didn’t you tell me you’d joined karate in the first place? I had to hear from the school that you’d attacked two boys. Jesus, Y/N, you’re lucky they didn’t suspend you!”

Biting your lip, you glance down at your lap as she continues to yell. That familiar static echoes in your ear as you feel your eyes water, your vision blurry and your heart start to race. It’s starting to feel hard to breathe, you realize somewhere along the way, and that familiar terror is stuck at the back of your throat, as if holding you hostage.

“Well? What do you have to say for your–” There’s a pause, her voice halts, then, softly, your mother adds; “Y/N, are you crying?”

“It’s all gone horrible, mom.” You cry out, lip wobbling as your voice breaks, feeling your eyes water as you press a hand to your chest, fist clenching your shirt tightly. “I tried to make it better, I… I tried to fix it but I just made things worse… Miguel’s in a coma and Robby is on the run and I don’t know if either are going to be okay. And–And Eli tried to hurt Demetri, mom, he did hurt him…and I was trying to stop him but…” You can’t finish your words, a sob breaking past your lips as you bring your knees to your chest.

“Y/N, ho-honey…” Your mothers voice breaks through the sobs, “why didn’t you call me? Why didn’t you tell me?”

You just shake your head, even though she can’t see you. “You always say you’re going to be home and you never are. It wouldn’t have mattered.”

“Y/N, you know I try my best–”

“It doesn’t matter!” You cut in, forgetting yourself for a moment as you let your emotions get the better of you. You knew your mom did everything she did for you, you were just tired of hearing it. Hearing all of it. The excuses, the broken promises…you couldn’t handle it anymore. Going home to an empty house, knowing that no matter what happened, she was never There. You’d lost your father a long time ago, but you can’t remember the last time you had your mother either.

“I’m always alone, I never have anyone to talk to you.” You explain, gripping your phone so tightly it starts to hurt. “You don’t even know who Robby and Miguel are! You hardly even have time to talk on the phone anymore, let alone send a single text. You told me you’d be home a month ago and you’re still not home! None of it matters.”

There’s a beat of silence, then, “Y/N, honey. I’m gonna come home, okay? And then–”

“Oh, save it.” You scoff, eyes narrowing as you hastily brush at the tears stream down your cheeks. “I’ve heard you say that so many times that I doubt you ever will come home.”

“I’m gonna order a ticket–”

Yeah, right.

“Don’t bother.” You huff, pulling your phone away from yourself and pressing the end button before she can say anything else. There’s a slight adrenaline rush that runs through you at the thought of the way you treated your mom, but… but you felt it was justified. She only cared now because the school was harassing her.

If you’d just continued to be the good daughter you were, she never would’ve cared.

You doubted she’d even actually come home.

“Was that Sam?”

Turning at the sound of your voice, Demetri frowns. “Yeah, she just… ran off.”

“It’s probably just hard for her, you know,” you explain, meeting Demetri’s eyes as you both move to walk up the stairs. “I mean, she was right there when it happened.” Swallowing thickly, you glance at the railing, the one you were told Miguel was pushed off of and try to ignore the way your heart races.

You hadn’t even been there and it already terrified you–you can’t imagine how Sam felt.

“We just need to give her some time,” you add, turning to Demetri with a small smile. “Then I’m sure she’ll be okay.”

He nods, before adding; “what about you? Are… Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you shrug, forcing a smile to curl onto your lips, hoping it’s enough to convince Demetri of your otherwise clear lie. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Frowning, Demetri shakes his head. “Y/N…–”

“I’m fine, Demetri,” you repeat, cutting in before he can continue. Turning to him, you meet his eyes. “Honestly, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Demetri seems hesitant to believe you, shuffling on his feet before reluctantly he nods, “if you’re sure.”

“Of course.”

He nods, slowly, unsurely, before finally he relents. “Well, I’ve got to go. I have first period with Yasmine and I think this year will be the one.”

Quirking a brow at Demetri, you just lightly scoff, shaking your head as you watch him rush off in the other direction. He has a pep in his step as he walks, and honestly, you’re just happy hasn’t let the whole Eli situation get him down–at least, as much as it has you. You know he has his own worries that he keeps to himself, but, overall you admire his ability to stay positive.

Making your way over to your locker, you just manage to open it as a new voice calls out; “how’d you hurt your wrist?”

Instantly, you recognize the voice.

Licking your lips, you close your locker door slightly, enough to meet Eli’s eyes as he comes to a stop directly next to you. He makes himself comfortable, leaning against the locker next to yours as he waits for you to answer.

“You should know already,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “Given that it was your friends that attacked me.”

You’ve turned away, focusing on grabbing the books and stuff you need for your first period. But, when a minute passes and Eli still doesn’t say anything, your brows are furrowing in confusion, turning your head back to look at him only to see wide eyes staring back at you. His lips have parted, and he seems genuinely confused.

“No, he doesn’t know. Which means he can’t stop me either.”

That’s what his friends had said.

“You really didn’t know,” you whisper, lips left parted as the realization dawns on you.

“That they attacked you?” Eli shakes his head, “of course not. I… I told them to leave you alone.”

Briefly, you warmed at the fact that despite everything, Eli still wouldn’t hurt you or want you hurt. It’s a meaningless thought, because what did that matter in comparison to the fact that he did want Demetri hurt and had actively tried to do so multiple times? But still, you can’t help the way your heart flutters in response to his words.

Shuffling back on your feet, to create a bit of distance between the both of you, you shake your head. “Some friends you have,” you scoff.

Eli just takes a step towards you, causing you to tense, as he shakes his head. “Listen, I had no idea they were gonna go after you. I would’ve stopped them but–”

“But you were too busy trying to hurt Demetri.”

Eli’s eyes narrow, insulted at your words. He falters for a moment, not sure what to say, before he continues; “what about you? You said you cared about me, you sure have a funny way of showing it.”

Disbelief coursing through you, you step towards Eli, “you’re the one who walked away!” At the way your voice spikes and you get a few looks from students walking by, you lower your voice, shaking your head. “You’re the one who left. I was… I do like you, Eli but you said that didn’t matter. Because you’re not Eli anymore.”

“Yeah, I’m not,” he shrugs, “I’m Hawk.”

Rolling your eyes, you step back; “you’re a bully. And I’m not dating a bully.”

His shoulders tense, and his jaw sets. You watch as anger floods his gaze, not knowing just exactly what those words mean to him, the look on his face wavering slightly as he licks his lips, swallowing thickly. “I can show you.”

You pause, confused; “show me what?”

His entire persona changes. He takes a step towards you, body easing as a confident smirk curls across his lips. Your eyes widen as he sets his arm on your locker, directly next to your head, leaving no room between the both of you. “That the new me is better.”

Meeting his eyes, you falter slightly. Your lips part, to argue, but nothing ends up leaving your lips as you just stare back at him. And at your continued silence, a smile curls onto Eli’s lips instead of the smirk, slowly but surely, and before you know it, he’s grinning brightly at you.

“You’ll see,” he adds. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Meet me at the skatepark. Please.

The text had been from an anonymous number. However, you had a pretty good feeling you knew who it was from.

The second you’d gotten it, you’d dropped everything. Nothing else seemed to matter more in that moment as you rushed over to the skatepark, a single backpack with you, unable to stop the hope that floods your being. And the second you get there, your suspicions are confirmed when you see a familiar head of brown hair. It’s shorter than you remember it being and he looks slightly different, but… but that was to be expected given what had happened.

“Robby.” Your voice is soft as you call, not wanting to attract unwanted attention–given that he was still on the run.

The second he hears your voice, he turns to you, and the expression on his face breaks your heart.

“Here,” he calls, gesturing to you to follow him as he leads you through a few alleys, tucking the both of you away from unwanted attention. The second you’re both alone, he turns back to you, shuffling on his feet slightly in what you can only assume is nerves. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to go to.”

“It’s–It’s okay, Robby,” you assure, smiling at him. “I’m glad you texted. I… I was really worried about you.”

Robby frowns, avoiding your gaze as he glances down at his feet. “You don’t… You don’t hate me for what I did?”

“Did you mean to do it?”

“Of course not,” he says quickly, without an ounce of hesitation.

“Then, no,” you simply shrug, smiling at him.

Relief floods his gaze, shoulders dropping as he nods, a small smile managing to curl onto his lips.

“And–And Sam too,” you decide to add, not sure if bringing up her name was the smartest thing. By the way he flinches slightly at the sound of her name, you wonder if it was but… but he had to know. You wanted him to know, too. “I don’t think she blames you either. She’s worried about you, like I am. We… We all are.”

Robby just shakes his head; “I can't… I mean, I… Miguel’s in a coma because of me.”

You shake your head; “I’m not asking you to do anything. I.. I just wanted you to know.”

He nods, fiddling with his hands, “thank you.”

“And Robby, here,” pulling the backpack off of your shoulders, you turn to him with a smile, kneeling just slightly so you can open it properly. “I didn’t know what you needed so I just grabbed some food, some of my dad's old clothes and then some hygienic stuff, like deodorant and–”

You’re cut off by the feeling of arms wrapping around you. Stilling in response to the sudden contact, your lips parting as you feel Robby pull you closer, hugging you tightly. It takes you a moment, a brief second of hesitation, because you’ve never been this close with Robby, before slowly your arms move to return his hug, slowly wrapping around his shoulders as you feel yourself smile slightly in contentment.

You let your head fall into the curve of his neck, not realizing how much you’d needed a hug yourself.

When he pulls back, his cheeks are slightly warm. “I, uh, thank you. For everything.”

“Of course,” you nod, swallowing thickly, “I’m not here to tell you to do anything. The only one who can decide what is best is you, but just… please, take care of yourself.”

“I will,” Robby assures, nodding. “Thank you.”

“And, if you need anything else, you can always reach out to me.”

“Miguel–!”

Halting at the sight of Eli, the smile on your face falters slightly as both him and Miguel turn to look at you.

The second you’d heard Miguel had woken up from his coma and was allowed visitors, you’d wasted nothing and dropped practically everything–rushing straight over to the hospital. While you guess you should’ve expected it, given you knew Eli and Miguel were close friends, you hadn’t exactly expected to quite literally run into him.

“Eli,” you mumble, shoulders falling as you hesitate at the door. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“I was actually just leaving,” Eli explains, turning back to look at Miguel before you. “I’ll let you catch up.”

You nod, not knowing what else to say as him and Miguel say their goodbyes. You find it slightly odd that he was so easy about leaving, not trying or saying anything. And as Eli walks past you, you meet his eyes, a frown on your lips as he slips past you.

But he just smiles at you, softly.

“Well, I see that’s going as well as I remember.”

Turning to Miguel, you flush slightly. Shaking your head, you make your way over to him, coming to a stop directly beside his hospital bed. “Sorry,” you mumble, shuffling on your feet slightly. “I just… well, it doesn’t matter.” You brush off, realizing you came here today for Miguel, not to talk about yourself and Eli. “How are you, Miguel? I rushed over as soon as I heard you were allowed visitors.”

Miguel shrugs, “I’m okay,” he mumbles, and by the tone of his voice you can tell he’s anything but. “What about you? What happened to your wrist?”

“Oh this?” You hold up your hand, shaking your head. “It’s nothing. Just a sprain.”

“I wouldn’t have thought you’d get involved in the fight.”

Hugging your arm, you frown; “yeah, well, I didn’t really have much of a choice.”

Miguel's brows furrow, confusion flooding his gaze. But just as he moves to ask, you shake your head. “Enough about me,” you brush off, waving away his concern and confusion. “Are they treating you well here?”

Miguel just snorts. “Yeah, it’s been fine. My mom and yaya have been visiting lots, so...”

Nodding, you swallow thickly, asking the question that’s been on your mind.

“Did… they say when you’d be able to get out of here?”

Miguel’s entire stature changes then. His body tenses as this look washes over his eyes, and instantly you know you should’ve just kept the question to yourself.

“They say I, uh… might not be able to walk again.”

Eyes widening, your lips part. “Miguel…”

Meeting your gaze, he shrugs; “yeah.”

“I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“But still,” you shake your head, moving to set your hand over his own. “If there’s anything I can do, please… please tell me.”

Smiling softly, though it doesn’t meet his eyes, Miguel nods. “Thanks Y/N.”

You smile at him and the two of you continue to talk for a while before you excuse yourself when a nurse comes in. Miguel seems reluctant for you to leave and you can imagine he’s tired of having nurses constantly checking him and doing tests all day, but you also know it’s needed–so, with a simple wave and a smile, you tell him you’ll be back to visit soon and move to make your way out of the hospital.

Only, to stop when you see Eli standing there.

“Hey,” he calls, nodding at you.

“Hey,” you say slowly, crossing your arms over your chest as you narrow your eyes at him. “What are you still doing here?”

“I waited for you.” He explains with a shrug, “I thought I’d walk you home.”

Brows furrowing, you shake your head. “That’s oddly nice of you.”

He just chuckles, “you don’t have to act so surprised.”

Staying rooted in your spot, you hesitate to follow.

“I can show you.”

“Show me what?”

“That the new me is better.”

He had said that. You just… hadn’t expected him to actually do anything about it.

Eli was the one who’d walked away from you that night, in your bathroom. When he’d told you he missed the two of you hanging out, being together, when he’d gotten jealous and frustrated over Demetri and then Robby–when you’d told him you still liked him. He’d been the one to walk away, to leave you–so why was he suddenly so determined to change your mind about him?

“No ulterior motives,” he assures, holding his hands out before him as he shakes his head. “I just wanted to walk you home.”

Reluctantly, you can’t find anything to argue against that, so;

“Okay.”

And so you let him.

Surprisingly, it goes… well. Really well. Eli, while different, still feels like Eli and you find yourself smiling, laughing… more than you’re sure you have in a long time. You genuinely feel happy, a giddy feeling in your chest as you walk next to him. It’s like it used to be, at least somewhat. You’re laughing with him, joking around and there’s no tension.

He doesn’t bring up Demetri or really anything--it’s just about the two of you.

Maybe Demetri winning during the school fight made Eli realize a few things.

Maybe he was finally going back to being himself.

You let the hope flood through you, even though deep down a voice tells you not to. You can’t help it and you’re tired of fighting it, tired of pretending like your heart isn’t hurting because you’d lost Eli–if he really was trying to be better, then… who were you to deny it?

If he really was trying to be better then maybe something was finally going right.

At least, that’s what you think, until you reach your house and see your mom standing on the front porch. She looks angry, her lips set into a straight line and eyes narrowed as she stares down at you, not daring to look away. She must’ve been waiting there for a while if the look on her face is anything to go by.

So, she really had come home.

You freeze, coming to a stop as Eli pauses in response, confused at what was wrong for a moment until he sees your mom--just standing there. Then suddenly the confusion turns into concern and Eli’s gaze is flickering back and forth from you to your mom.

“I thought you said she wasn’t going to be back until the end of the month.” He comments, frowning down at you.

“Yeah,” you nod, meeting her eyes. “I thought that too.”

Eli hesitates a moment before he turns to you completely. “Did you–”

“It’s okay, Eli,” you turn to him, swallowing thickly and forcing back your own discomfort. “Thank you for walking me home,” you smile, “I actually had a good time.”

He blinks at that, gaze softening as he nods, unable to stop the grin that curls onto his lips. “Of course,” he laughs, “I’ll, uh, see you at school?”

“I’ll see you at school.”

Sending him a small wave, you watch him walk off for a moment before taking a deep breath in, turning back to your mom as you make your way up to your front porch.

“Where have you been?”

It’s the first question that leaves her mouth and instantly, you roll your eyes.

“Out,” you explain shortly, walking past her into the house.

“Where?”

She’s right on your heels, following you into the kitchen as you grab a glass from the cupboard, moving to get yourself some orange juice. “At the hospital, Miguel woke up from his coma.”

She nods, and the second you’re done pouring your glass, you move to walk past her.

She stops you, grabbing you by your arm.

“I want to talk,” she explains, “about what happened at the school.”

“Well, I don’t want to,” you say plainly.

“I’m home, aren’t I? I’m here, so talk to me.”

Pausing, you shake your head. Meeting her eyes, you say bluntly; “it’s too late, mom.”

Then, pulling her hand off your arm, you just continue to walk, ignoring the way she calls after you.

You couldn’t believe this.

You… You believed him.

“Was this your big plan? Huh?”

Back turned to you, you watch as Eli’s shoulders tense.

“Get me to trust you and then just go behind my back?”

Slowly turning around, Eli brushes off Mitch who is with him, silently telling him to go away as he meets your gaze. Your own is narrowed, anger flooding your gaze as you stare back at him, feeling your fists shake next to your side. You didn’t care who was around, you were too angry to even register where you were, right outside Cobra Kai–all you knew was that Eli was here and that’s all that mattered.

It was just like that night--the night he’d trashed Miyagi-Do. Only this time you were ten times angrier and it felt like you were seeing red.

“Y/N–”

“I can't believe you,” you cut him off, stepping towards him. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? I was there!”

Shaking his head, Eli moves to grab you. “You don’t understand, I was just–”

You slap his hand away, “I understand perfectly. You beat up Nate and stole the money that we raised for Miguel’s surgery.” Scoffing, you roll your eyes, “the worst part is I actually believed you were trying to be better. I actually believed that maybe you’d realized Cobra Kai was wrong and that–”

“I never told you Cobra Kai was wrong,” he interrupts, jaw clenching. “It’s not my fault you wanted to believe more than what was true.”

“Yeah, you’re right. It is my fault,” you agree, nodding at him as you step towards him. There’s barely a breath of room left between the both of you, “my fault for thinking you could be anything other than a f*cking bully.”

“I’m not a bully.” Eli argues.

“Yeah? Your actions beg to differ.” You huff, stepping back as you let your hand fall back to your side. “I’m done, Eli. With all of this. With Cobra Kai, with this stupid war, with you.”

At that, Eli’s face falls, panic flooding his gaze as he takes a moment to process your words.

“What the h*ll do you mean by that?”

“I don’t want to see you anymore, Eli,” you shrug, absolutely exasperated as you shake your head at him. “I don’t want to talk to you. I’m sick and tired of getting my hopes up only for you to break my heart over and over again. God… The worst part is I like you so much that it hurts, but I can’t bare to even look at you.”

Eli steps towards you, just as you move to walk, grabbing you by the arm. “Don’t say that. Don’t walk away.” He pleads, grip tightening on your arm briefly as the desperation sets in.

Anything to get you to stay.

But you won’t. You don’t want to.

You just meet his eyes, not saying a single thing, ripping your arm out of his grasp and pushing him back by the chest. He stumbles for a moment, just managing to catch his balance as you turn.

“Y/N.” He calls, watching your back grow further and further away from him. “Please.”

You hear it, but you don’t care.

Not anymore.

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sugarnspicewrites · 2 years

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Nightly Routine

Pairing: Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Reader

Word count: 1053

Warnings: mentions of a fight, mentions of blood, some angst, fluff towards the end

Summary: What happens when your nightly routine has gotten too much to handle?

A/N: Hey guys, Spice here is so great to finally be writing again. I didn’t forget about you guys just being busy, this is just one of a few fics I have planned out, they're not all for Eli he just happened to be the one that I decided to start with. Anyways hope you guys enjoy and till next time bye.

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I’m woken by the sound of tapping on my window. Rubbing my eyes I look towards my clock reading 11:15 pm. Sighing I sit up tossing my covers off walking to open the window. Not surprising when I see a bruised and bloody Eli or as most people call him Hawk waiting to be let in. Letting him in, I walk straight to the bathroom Eli follows close behind. He sits on the side of the tub while I grab the first-aid kit like I’ve done at least once every week for the last few months.

Sighing I turned to him after getting a warm washcloth, “Again really Eli?” Gently wiping the blood from his face he hides a wince when I go over a cut on his eyebrow with a laugh, “You should see the other guy.” Not saying anything I drop the bloody cloth in the sink grabbing a cotton swab with antibiotic ointment on it, “No I really rather not.” Finishing putting ointment on other cuts that scatter his face I cover the ones I can with bandaids. “Can you not go one week without getting into a fight?” I say with a sigh rubbing the bridge of my nose. “If I did that then I wouldn’t get to see my favorite nurse.”

Putting away the first aid kit I turned my head towards him, “I’m not a nurse just someone who patches up a dumbass who keeps getting into fights.” I finish saying as I walk back to my room. “Aww come on you know you love getting to see this pretty face. Plus at least half of the time I’m not the one who starts it.” he says with a laugh. Turning to him I let out an irritated scoff, ”Really Eli you really think I like seeing you come to my window all busted up. Once Eli just once I would love to see you without having to patch you up.”

“Why are you yelling at me?” says with a look of surprise on his face. I hadn’t even realized I had been raising my voice. I lowered my voice a bit so as to not disturb others in the house but keeping the same tone as before. “Because I have to stand here and patch you up time and time again I can’t keep watching someone I care so much about keep getting hurt.” I say, taking a breath to calm myself a bit. “It’s really not that big of a deal.” he had more to say but I didn’t care at that moment, but I’ve kept this in for too damn long. “It is a big deal when every night when you leave after I patch you up I’m stuck wondering if this could be the last time I get to see the guy I love. I can’t keep doing this. Maybe it’s for the best that we stop whatever this is.” sighing I whip away a tear that slipped past my eyelashes.

Hearing me say this and seeing the look on my face broke his facade, “Please you don’t really mean that. I’m sorry please I can’t lose you, you’re all I have left. I’ll change. I’ll stop all the fighting just please I can’t lose the only person I love.” As I stand there I see the real Eli come out not Hawk but the boy who stole my heart from the start. I notice the way his breathing starts becoming gasphs. Slowly I started walking closer to him gently placing my hands on his upper arms.

“Eli” I say gently trying to get him to stop and look at me instead he just keeps rambling on while gasping for air. Lowering myself so I can look into his eyes I move my hand to cup his cheek, “Eli hey, look at me I need you to stop and breathe with me. Okay?” Slowly Eli finally nodded his head. “Okay ready breath in”, I hold the breath for a few seconds before releasing it back out, “and out. Good one more time.” Seeing his breathing finally steady again I slowly move him to sit down on the edge of the bed. Keeping quiet I stand in front of him.

“Thank you.” he let out so quietly that if I wasn’t standing in front of him I would have missed it. I send him a gentle smile. “Eli listen please I’m not going anywhere I was upset and you have to understand I can’t keep having you show up at my window all bruised and bloody. It hurts each time I see you like that and the only thing that runs through my mind is how much worse it could have been. I love you and each time I patch you up leaves me so worried for the time that I find out that something worse has happened. I mean just look at what happened to Miguel. I can’t imagine what I would have done if that was you. I’m not trying to change you but please be more careful.” I finished letting out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

What feels like hours past before Eli stands up moving his hand to cup my left cheek. I close my eyes leaning into his touch while he speaks, “I’m sorry.” He brings his forehead to mine before continuing,” I never meant to make you feel like that. You have always been the person I come to when things are bad and I just wanted to feel safe and loved like you always do. I didn’t realize how much worse I looked coming to you beat up after joining Cobra Kai. Instead of it being small scraps and bruises you had to deal with so much worse. Me being in that fight when Miguel fell and you being there somewhere I was so worried that someone might hurt you that I didn’t realize that you thought the same. I know you would never try to change me and that is one of the reasons I love you. I promise I’ll be more careful from now on. Okay?” He finishes his response by leaving a gentle kiss to my forehead before bringing me into a hug. “Okay.” I say wrapping my arms around him.

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ambcass · 7 months

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ᴄᴏʙʀᴀ ᴋᴀɪ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ (ᴄᴏʙʀᴀ ᴋᴀɪ ʙᴏʏꜱ)

ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴅɪᴀᴢ:

->You two are in the same dojos no matter what. When he was in Cobra Kai, you were too. When he switched dojos, you did too.

->You two started dating during season 3.

->He fell first (after the FIRST Sam break up) but you fell harder. ->If you do karate, you two would train together. He doesn't like training with you because he's so scared that he'll hurt you.

->He was so awkward when it came to PDA. He didn't wanna weird you out. He would always ask you if it was okay to hug you or kiss you. Even asked if he could hold your hand.

->You're parents love him soo muchhhh. When he comes over, he'll help out with housework and is overall a gentleman.

->Jealousy levels: 8/10. OH HE IS A JEALOUS MAN. If he thinks that you are getting too comfortable with a guy (or girl), he'll go insane. He wouldn't admit it but his whole mood would change from happy to angry

-> If you speak another language, he'll try to learn it!!

-> His love language is acts of service and physical touch fs (He would gift you smth but bros broke asf) ʀᴏʙʙʏ ᴋᴇᴇɴᴇ:

->You two started dating when he broke up with Sam.

->He doesn't encourage you to do karate because of what happened to him and Miguel but he'll teach you the basics so you can defend yourself.

->He can't cook at all but he'll try to. (yk that one meme where a little girl is standing outside smiling as her house is burning... That's Robby)

->BIG PDA MAN!! Hands around your waist at all times, forehead kisses, and long hugs are a must!! (I want him broo)

->Oh his jealousy levels are high high... 9.5/10 Like it's not like you can't talk to other people but if you two are getting too comfortable with each other.. (el es toxicooo pero lo amamos<3)

->ROBBY DEF TEACHES YOU HOW TO SKATE!! But even allat training, you still can't do an ollie 💀💀💀.

->You visited him during his juvenile times BUT he lowk was a bitch and didn't want to see you because he needed "space"...

->yall made up dw

ᴇʟɪ ᴍᴏꜱᴏɪᴡɪᴢ:

-> This one is for you @yippeeyoppee (you'll get ur kon fanfic when I finish it)

->Moon didn't understand him but you did. You've been there for him before he even became "Hawk", when he was just "the kid with the weird lip"

-> When he was still a nerd: You would always tell him that his lip looks badass (it does idk why ppl hatin) and comfort him when people try to bully him.

->He liked you for a long time but just didn't know how to express it because he thought that YOU THOUGHT HE WAS LAMEEE

-> we all know that Eli is still secretly a nerd... He would definitely make nerdy references from time to time.

->He got a tattoo of your favorite thing on his wrist so he can be reminded of you when he's feeling down.

->Karate is a big no. He's not going to stop you from doing karate but he really doesn't want you to do karate. He's too scared to see you get hurt like Miguel did.

->Jealousy levels are 100/10...Hands around your waist while talking to someone he doesn't know that well. Begging you to leave and stop talking to Robby (when they were beefing). He would probably talk to other girls to get you jealous in order to get you to stop talking to other guys (TOXICOO)

->His love language is physical touch, words of affirmation, and acts of service.

ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴛʀɪ ᴀʟᴇxᴏᴘᴏᴜʟᴏꜱ:

(ima go crazy on this one)

->You're his first girlfriend (maybe first time 😝)

->Rambles about his nerd shit to you every time

-> Gives you cringy ass nicknames fsfs

->Not a big fan of physical touch. Favors quality time more.

->You bought him one Marvel comic once and he went crazy! Like non-stop "thank you"s and "I love you"s

->Super open on you getting into karate. Thinks that you guys can train together like superheroes

-> Bought matching costumes/cosplays for Halloween.

->Jealousy levels 6/10: He easily gets jealous but calms down because he doesn't want to be so controlling. He doesn't want you to feel like you can't be friends with guys.

-> When it does come to PDA- like Miguel, he asks before he touches you (that sounded weird I'm sorry). His palms get really sweaty every time he holds your hand but you don't care.

->You used to have a big crush on Hawk before liking Demetri but when Demetri got his arm broken, you quickly realized how much of a jerk Hawk was. With a lot of quality time with Demetri, you slowly fell for him.

a/n: Flare (@miguelnation) suggested that I should write a !baristia Demetri x Reader.... it's in the works (trust) Also I'm debating if I should like yk write a kinktober fanfic but ill make a poll for that 😭

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s1ater · 2 years

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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.”

navigation.

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cades-outsider · 3 months

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Hawk X Reader SMUT

Warnings: Smut, just absolute SMUT!

A Burning Passion 4

"I'm tired of you being so defensive over everything" You huff. Hawks face turns stone cold as he scoffs.

"Well if that's how you feel then this-" he points to you and him "is over" he spits as he harshly hands you his hoodie.

That was definitely not what you wanted, your heart tells you to go after him but your feet keep you planted where you are.

Turns out he was the one who got you after all.

Hawk hadn't spoken to you since then. He wouldn't even glance at you in the halls, and even if he did he would throw snarky comments your way. You showed defeat, not daring to utter another word to him. In fear you'd only push him away more.

Every time you closed your eyes all you could see was him, as you ran the tips of your fingers against your lips gazing at the mirror in the schools bathroom, you felt his lips on yours. Your fingers moved to your arm to which you could only feel how he was touching you that night.

Your eyes started to water as your heart ached, why hadn't you gone after him that night? He was so sweet and caring until you let your mind get the best of you.

You still had his hoodie from the last encounter. It smelt like him, and over time as it faded you grew more needing of him. Not just the sex and the thrill of being caught, but him.

You were snapped back into reality when the bathroom door snapped open, your hands automatically come to wipe away the tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

As the stall door slammed shut you looked back into the mirror and let out a deep sigh, touching up your concealer to cover the puffiness under your eyes.

The bell rang throughout the school house, signaling for lunch. Your heart started to race because of what you were about to do. You couldn't hold back anymore, all the cold shoulders and hateful glares Hawk sent your way ate you up.

You rushed out of the bathroom and into the lunch room, automatically spotting Hawk and his friends as they were the loudest group.

Hawk has his leg propped up onto the chair beside him, head to the side laughing because of something his friends had said. You were so close to backing out, but your legs had other plans as you neared his table.

Their laughter dies as Mitch slaps Hawk on the shoulder signaling your way, you now stood just a few feet away from him as he turned to look at who Mitch was pointing to. His smile automatically fades as he stands up quickly, his nostrils flare up and his jaw clenches.

"What do you want, princess?" He sneers with such venom as he closes the gap in between you two, he glares down at you while you look up at him with nervous eyes.

"I wanna talk about us" Your voice comes out weak and shaky.

"Us? There is no us Y/n" Hawks expression hardens at the word.

"You...you don't mean that..." You protest, your heart shatters as your legs grow weak.

"Oh I mean it, you of all people know I keep my word princess" he laughs angrily.

Your expression hardens, matching his anger. You needed him so bad that your emotions got the best of you, your anger started taking over, you couldn't take his constant switching up moments. Yes you had messed up, but so had he and right now he was acting entitled, he isn't the only one who gets to be angry.

You start to laugh, matching his anger as tears start to fall down your face. Though Hawk found you extremely hot in this moment, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Okay have it your way, but if you think we hated each other before then your in for a rude awakening...-" You lift your head up as you stand on your tippy toes, faces side by side and before you could even stop yourself. You whisper "-lip" into his ear.

You back away from his face, his eyes softened as he looked around subconsciously, his hand come up to cover his mouth before he could stop it. You felt bad, but that didn't stop a smirk from falling onto your lips.

It wasn't until you walked away and was out of his view when you pressed your hands against your head, squeezing your eyes shut "what the fuck did I just do..."

After that day you stood true to your word, you would flip him off in the hallways, laugh at him when he would trip up, constantly calling him lip or loser- even though you knew it hurt him and your heart twisted in pain every time you put him down you couldn't stop.

The coach blows the whistle, telling us to get back in place. You take your place in front of the soccer ball and on the sound of the whistle you start kicking the ball to the goal until someone's foot comes under yours, stealing the ball and causing you to trip.

"Thanks princess" Hawk mocks you with his laugh.

You glare at him as he laughs over his shoulder, but nonetheless you run up until your beside him, shoulder to shoulder you push him as hard as you can watching as he falls on his side.

You hear the sound of the whistle go off "let's take it easy on the physical contact!" The coach yells as it was your turn to mock Hawk.

You bend down to Hawks level "good job loser" you laugh as you start back running with the ball.

He's pissed. He stands up while the guy in front of him runs like a sloth, he's so pissed off he pushes the innocent guy harshly and watches as he hits the ground.

Another whistle goes off "hey!" The coach warns as you kick the ball into the goal, winning for your team.

You go for a water break as the coach yells for another round, you expect Hawk to come up to you but instead he yanks the red team shirt off and makes his way back into the school, to which you assume would be the locker rooms.

You couldn't help yourself so you went after him, just before the door to the boys locker room closes you wrap your fingers around the handle. Careful not to make too much noise you walk in, closing the door and locking it.

Hawk went to one of the sinks, placing both of his hands on either side. He looks in the mirror, sweat dripping from his face, his jaw clinched, nostrils flared and his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the sink.

"Didn't know i got to you that much lip" You smirked, keeping up your act.

You watch as his eyes move from his face to yours through the mirror, he slams one of his hands against the sink and rushes over to you. His body flush against yours as he harshly pushes you up against the hard wood door. His right hand slams on the door just above your head.

Your skins on fire just from the small contact, the heat from his body dragging onto yours as your sweaty bodies collided. Your breathing picks up, eyes immediately drifting to his lips but quickly back to his eyes before he noticed.

"Who do you think you are princess?" Hawks gaze turns harsh as the veins and mussels show against his arms.

You don't give him a response at first, until you've finally had enough. You harshly push his body off of yours, "no. Don't you dare Hawk! I know it was wrong of me to act like a bitch that night, but you don't get to treat me the way you did and not expect me to do the same! I fucking hate you for that!" You yell.

"Yeah? You hate me?" Hawk says almost seductively. He walks back up to you, hand on your waist "show me how much you hate me princess..." He starts breathing unevenly as you look up at him.

You practically throw yourself on him, exactly like you did that night. But this time, you know you won't regret it. You grab Hawks face, eyes staring into each others while he tightens his grip on your thighs. Your legs wrap around his waist in a death grip, you could already feel how hard he was for you.

You smashed your lips onto his, moaning as he uses one of his hands to hold the back of your head as he kisses you like he's in love with you.

Hawk try's to carry you to the bench but instead he ends up slamming your back into the lockers, creating a loud noise as you whimper and arch your back into his.

Your eyes widen and you pull away from him, "wait we're at school Hawk" you say as you try to get down from his hold.

"Oh no. You wanted this, you're gonna take it" He groans, he pushes his crotch into yours to keep you steady as he grabs the top of your gym shirt, ripping it in half exposing your bra covered tits.

"What the fuck Hawk?!" You push his shoulder.

"Shut up princess" He rolls his eyes as he places his lips on yours while his hands wander to your chest, feeling you up.

He pulls away from the kiss only to actually carry you over to one of the very thin wood benches and places you on it so everything but your ass is against it.

Hawk yanks his shirt off before he spreads your legs farther so he can bend down to your face. He lightly kisses your lips, trailing the small butterfly kisses all the way down while holding eye contact as you moan.

He yanks your shorts and panties down in one swift motion, exposing your bare pussy to him all over again. He wastes no time before pulling his own down, his hard cock dripping with pre-cum.

He makes you watch as he strokes his cock with his hand, his head falls back as his mouth falls open "y/n" he moans out.

"Fuck. Please Hawk...." You beg of him.

He looks at you, still stroking his cock but at a faster pace "be patient princess" he whimpers as his cock starts leaking with more beads of pre-cum.

You practically whine until he lightly slaps his cock on your clit, the slightest touch making you a whore for him.

Your dripping pussy begging to be fucked by him, you roll your eyes at the teasing "c'mon stop being a loser and just fuck me already" you say, resorting to the worse possible comment. It worked.

Hawks eyes turn a darker shade as his jaw clenches, forcefully he stuffs his cock into your soaked pussy. It takes you by surprise as you let a small squeal fall out by accident.

His cock hits all the right places as he stretches you out, "can a loser fuck you like this?" He asks condescendingly as he uses both of his hands to yank your bra down, your perky tits bouncing with each harsh thrust.

You don't say anything, it feels so good it leaves you speechless. Your hands go behind your head voluntarily to steady yourself, grabbing onto the sides of the bench. Your hair goes everywhere as your bodies slip together easily because of how sweaty you both were before.

There was something so thrilling about the possibility of getting caught which only made you more wet, gushing around Hawks cock as your pussy makes lewd sounds.

You found yourself gazing up at him, he looked so pretty even in such a state. As his cock continues to fill you up in every way possible, you found yourself questioning why you even 'hated' him to begin with.

Maybe it was because he was an arrogant asshole sometimes, or because he would bully innocent people, or maybe just maybe it was because you were in love with him.

Your eyes meet Hawks again and in that moment you wanted to reveal all your deepest secrets to him. You wanted to tell him how much you were in love with him. You could barely suppress your moans until loud banging erupted from the other side of the locked door.

Hawk's hips stilled, cock fully stuffed inside of you. You're eyes widened as you covered your mouth and Hawk snapped his gaze over to the door. You both watch as the door knob starts to jiggle.

He pulls you up keeping his cock inside of you as he rushes to one of the showers, turning the hot water on and closing the thin curtain behind you both, once again slamming you up against the wall.

You're both completely soaked, you expect him to pull out of you as keys start to jiggle from behind the door but instead he looks you straight in the eyes "think you can be quite for me princess?" Hawk whispers, tightly wrapping his hand against your mouth as he smirks, not allowing you to answer him.

The next thing you know he's using his other hand that's holding you up to help move your hips with his, fucking you perfectly as your hips start moving with his hand movements.

Your eyes roll back into your head as the coach lets in the rest of the boys. You pray your underwear are somewhere out of sight as you're being fucked in the shower.

"Hawk is that you?" A voice calls out and you can barley comprehend what's going on, all you feel is pleasure from his cock.

"Yeah!" he yells over the shower, his breathing staggering as his head leans against yours.

You look so beautiful like this, his hand wrapped around your pretty mouth as you're taking his cock. He feels his high near, letting out more noises than intended.

The hot water from the shower has hawks hair completely down, crowned around his face. You've never seen him like this, your pussy clenches at the sight, your nails dig down his back, surely leaving marks.

He brings his mouth to your ear, hand tightening on your mouth "cum for me princess" he whimpers. That's it for you as your eyes roll in the back of your head, your cum leaking around his dick, tightening up around him.

Hawk clenches his jaw as he tries to stay quiet, fucking you with no mercy while he tries to make less noise as possible. Your hands move to his hair, pulling it as you feel his hot cum fill you up to the brim.

His movements still as he removes his hand from your mouth, letting it go to your other thigh to hold you upright. Hawk makes eye contact with you, he can't help himself from pressing his lips up against yours.

He's so gentle with you, he's slightly shaking from his orgasm as are you. He pulls away from your lips, listening as he hears the last person leave the locker room. You whimper as he falls out of you, gently placing you back on your feet.

He turns off the shower while you flip your bra back to its place, though it sticks to you like glue. Hawk pulls the thin curtain back in search for a towel. He grabs the nearest one and places it around you, grabbing one for himself.

You felt exhausted.

But the question is; What happens now?

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Suddenly thinking about shy, goth, big titty Reader and Hawk getting handsy. He has his hands under her shirt, groping her fat tits and making her moan into his mouth as they make out. They're in his car, parked in a dark lot because they can't get caught because of her over protective father.

Her father, who just might kick his ass if he finds him with his hands under her bra and his tongue down her throat. Her father, who he sees everyday at the dojo and he has to act like he doesn't sneak away with Reader like this. Her father, who he doesn't want to be on his bad side ever again.

He's sure Mr. LaRusso would kill him if he found out he's been fucking his quiet, shy daughter that gets spoiled with all the cute goth clothes she wants. Mr. LaRusso gives her money to go out and buy her dark lipstick that she puts on Hawk's neck and down his chest. He'd definitely kill him if he found out he took her to get a tattoo.

But Hawk can't deny he loves the thrill of sneaking off with her. Parking down the road from her house at night and waiting for her to sneak out. Hold her in the backseat as they make out or take her to a late night diner for a date. He likes the idea that she gets to rebel with him, that maybe he's been a bit of a bad influence on her.

He especially loves sending her home with hickeys on her thighs, knowing tomorrow morning she'll be sitting at breakfast hiding them under her black skirt.

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sensei-venus · 7 months

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(Unedited) (This is yummy.✨😈, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, idk) ( @gemini-sensei )

Imagine if Hawk, who is teaching at the dojo, ends up going to a adult tournament. Of course he’s going under the dojo name. He wants to give the dojo another trophy. Maybe it’s a bit of his ego, maybe he’s just trying to be cool with boosting the dojo rep. He’s pumped to be able to join a new tournament. It feels like forever since he’s been in a full fledged league.

Of course this time his girlfriend is no longer just his girlfriend, she’s now his wife!

She’s so excited to see him fight in the big leagues. Sadly she didn’t get to see him fight when he first started karate. She’s so excited to get to see him on the mats hashing it out.

When the day finally come the event hall is buzzing with life. A good hundred people have showed up to watch the matches that would be held that day. All kinds of people have shown up to participate. Everyone is in awe as they walk in to see the mix of people. Some are from the States, some are from other countries that flew in just to be there. It’s almost dizzying with just how many people there are.

Johnny and Daniel tell the couple that they are going to meet them inside the main event room. They want to go watch some of the warm up matches. Heading off they leave the two alone for a moment. Hawk leads his wife all around the main hall explaining some of the simple things about the tournament and the grounds they are on. When they finally get to the main event room she is in pure shock. Dozens of pre-match warm-ups are going on all around the room.

It’s amazing to watch so many people show off their skills before the main event starts. The two watch a few matches, Hawk pointing out some of the moves and techniques. He points them out and explains them. Reader just nods as she tries to suck up all the new information.

She can’t believe he’s so fluent with all of the different techniques going on in the room.

She bites her cheek trying not to giggle, she knows her husband is smart.

Fast forward and Hawk is killing his opponents on the mats.

He’s won multiple matches, striking out half of the competition. He’s sweaty and tired but putting up a hell of a fight. Reader is cheering him on from the sidelines. Yelling out “Yes baby! Wooooo kick their ass Eli!!” while she jumps around. She feels like a little school girl with how excited she is. At this point she was his chubby little cheerleader. Johnny and Daniel are watching from the sensei area of the mats, their eyes trained on the match’s. Hawk is doing great and at the pace he’s going, he most likely will make it to the finals.

A few matches later and he does.

He faces off with only a hand full of people before the last match is to take place. He made it down to the last fight. He knows he’s going to have to step it up for this last match. He had to bring it home for the dojo’s name. The finale match is announced and the last two candidates are called for a break. The room quiets down as everyone waits for the final round to start again. A twenty-minute delay for the fighters to get cleaned up in the locker room.

The locker room is completely empty as Hawk makes his way back. Sweat is pouring down his face and neck. Half of his gi is soaked at this point. He grabs some towels to try and wipe it up as much of it as possible. So focused in trying to clean himself up he doesn’t notice Reader when she walks in. She creeps around the locker room for a moment, trying her best to stay quiet. Slowly she sneaks up behind him, wrapping her arms around him. He smirks as he eyes her up.

It’s only a minute or two later that he has his gi pants half down and his fat dick out. Thrusting into his wife’s tight cunt. She’s squeezing his dick like crazy as he fucks her on top of one of the locker room benches. They hardly fit on it but it doesn’t matter. Hawk is too busy watching his wife’s fat tits bounce around in his face. Top pulled down with her bra cups pushed down. He sucks fat hickies into them.

Licking and sucking as hard as he can, spit covers her whole chest but it just has her moaning more. Her legs are locked around his narrow hips. She try’s to pull him as close as she can. Nails digging into his creamy back leaving marks in their wake.

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me!!” Her eyes cross as she’s pushed closer to her orgasm. Legs shaking with every new thrust. His dick hitting her spongy walls just right. It has her mouth-watering, her mind blank and her ears going. All she can focus on is the sexy man on top of her. The bench digs into her soft and fluffy back. She could care less, her toes curling by the minute.

“Fuck! Johnny always use to tell me not to fuck before a match, but fuck that! I have to fuck this fat pussy full! Creampie my slutty ass wife who can’t keep her hands to herself until the last match is over!” He snaps his hips extra hard into her. She groans at the feeling of him slamming into her cervix. His full balls slap against her fat ass. She can feel them twitch as he gets closer and closer.

They only have a few minutes until the final match starts.

“I’ll give you a champion! Please!! Oh fuck please Eli baby! Please cum inside me! I’m gonna cum!!” She squeals. Her eyes are rolling back at this point.

Hawk grunts, his tongue lavishing over his lips. A smirk on his lips and mischief in his eyes that sparkles. He looks down at his wife’s blissed-out face. Watching where they are connected. A layer of creamy white froth covers her fat pussy lips, it bubbles from around his dick.

“A champion you say? Fucking cum on this dick and I’ll make sure I give you a camp. Cream on my cock Reader! Now!” He shoved her harder onto the bench below. His thrusts pick up and moments later he feels her convulsing under him. Her pussy tightness up into a death grip. Tight wall doing their best to milk him for his creamy cum. Her eyes roll back as she cums around her husband's thick cock.

Seconds later he is thrusting as deep as he can go and releasing rope after rope of streaming hot seed into her.

He feels the way her belly bloats under his hand.

They shear a heavy kiss as their orgasms tapper off. Stuck like that for just another minute or two. Both of them can hear the way the crowed outside the locker room has started to pick up again. They do their best to catch their breath again, a few more kisses exchanged. Slowly they pull away from each other and with a loud set of hisses Hawk pulls out of her puffy pussy. A thick stream of cum is slow to leak out of her used hole. Her clit twitch in the aftermath, her chubby belly rising a falling.

Quickly they clean up before heading back out to the crowded arena.

Reader with a slight limp as she makes her way back to the stands.

The whole time Johnny is just rolling his eyes as he watches them. He could tell by her limp and his smirk what they were doing in that locker room.

He chews him out later about it.

But the match goes perfectly. Hawk scores point after point until he hits a stand still. The person he is up against starts dodging faster and faster. They land a hit on him which has him spinning. He doubles down on his efforts, dogging their hits and learning their flaws. Soon enough he’s landing the last hit and earning the winning point!

The crowd goes wild once the referee announces that these the winner. Reader runs to him and hugs him, he's hugging her with one arm while the other one holds his new trophy. She gives him so many kisses along with lots of praise.

All of them end up going back to the dojo and celebrating. The new trophy is put on a big shelf on one of the main walls of the dojo. Later a picture taken of him after the tournament is placed above it. It's a sweet memory for all of them.

Especially when not even a full month later Reader is handing Eli a positive pregnancy test. A huge smile on her face.

“I told you I would give you a champion.”

“You mean OUR little champion right?”

Hawk grins as he kisses Reader's still-soft tummy.

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vainvenus · 11 months

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⌲;꒰ Favorite boy in the Valley ꒱

Pairing - Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Synopsis - Eli's doubting your relationship so you have to confirm some things for him.

Includings - S1!Eli no Hawk, insecurities, crying, embarrassed and blushing Eli, lots of kisses, words of affirmation, small bits of angst, a bunch of fluff

An - First post back with a new fixation! All tags used are fandoms I write for so feel free to request anything

And if anybodys interested I'm currently writing a Scream Au!Cobra Kai on quotev under the same name I use on here

Eli had been a bit off lately and it was starting to worry you.

Eli was generally a quiet person, he had been that way since you met him and he still was. But even given his quiet nature if there was a topic he was interested in and the right people were talking about it he would add in an opinion or two.

And he would be more than happy to rant to you of all people about a new series he had started up or to talk about one of the movies you recommended to him so that the two of you could gush about it and share opinions, but recently he had been a lot quieter.

You shut your locker, smiling over at the dirty blonde. "So, have you watched clueless yet? The fashion in that is-"

"Uh..no, sorry. I was...uhm...busy." He interrupted, staring down at his feet at the lie he told, he watched it twice and wanted nothing more than to go on and on about it.

You rose a brow, head tilting slightly as you stared at him with a look that almost made him call his bluff. "Busy?"

He just nodded quietly.

Then about a week ago, when you asked him if he wanted to come over after school to do a Marvel marathon he had quickly declined, saying that he had other plans and before you could ask what those plans were he went to go talk to Demetri.

He would usually walk you to class, everybody saying that wherever you were he had to be somewhere close by but recently as you waited outside your classroom for him he would be nowhere to found and that made your heart sink a little bit.

"Hey, you weren't outside my English class to walk me to culinary today." You frowned, setting your lunch tray next to his and taking your seat. "I wanted to tell you that I aced my essay..."

Eli glanced over at you and moved his nail from between his teeth. A nasty habit you had been trying to get him to stop doing for months and you were real close until he started becoming distant.

"I was just...just rushing to get to Chemistry. I had a really important test and wanted to get some extra study time in." He explained and you slowly nodded, deciding not to bring up the fact that his test was tomorrow.

He also stopped holding your hand, the first thing he could make the first move on, something he could confidently do if he was feeling nervous or just wanted to touch you. Normally he would hold it as he walked you to your classes or even when the two of you were sitting together at lunch but he started to pull his hand away or shove it into his pocket.

And what really got you was when he started denying your kisses. At first you thought it would just be by accident or he didn't want a kiss at the moment since he was still getting comfortable with PDA but you soon realized that he was dodging your kisses, tilting and moving his head when you leaned in.

It was all really confusing. You didn't understand why he was acting like this and it left you wondering if you had did something wrong. Maybe you had done something that made him upset with you?

You sighed, leaning onto Demetri's shoulder. "Its like when we first met all over again, Dem. He's just been so distant and I don't know whats the matter. Has he been acting different with you?"

"No, he hasnt." Demetri bluntly answered, shaking his head while his eyes stayed focused on the homework you let out a long sigh. "Then it's me, I have to be the problem."

The brunette sighed, putting his pencil down and turning his head to look at you, nearly giving you a death glare. "Look, you just need to talk to him, alright? He's probably going through another one of his slumps and needs some reassurance."

You had groaned, rubbing your hand along your face. "Of course, why hadn't you thought of that before? "Thanks, Dem! You're so good at giving advice, can't believe I didn't think that. God I'm dumb sometimes."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know I am and I know you are. Now, can we please finish our homework now that you're done moping?"

"[Y/n], Eli didn't tell me you were coming."

You smiled up at his mother as you held a new copy of the comic book Eli had ranted about a while ago along with a bag of some of his favorite snacks. "Yeah, I wanted to surprise him."

"Well he's upstairs in his room." She hummed, closing the door behind you as you walked up the stairs and down the hall to the boy's room, lifting your knuckles up to knock on the door.

There was a bit of shuffling before the door opened and Eli's eyes were wide with surprise upon seeing you. "[Y/n]? What..What are you doing here?"

"I just really need to talk to you. Can I come in, please?"

He seemed hesitant at first before reluctantly nodded and opened his door all the way. You set the things you brought for him on the table then walked over to sit across from him on his bed.

You looked at him, staring into his eyes as you reached out to grab his hand and rubbed your thumb over the back of it. "Eli, talk to me. What's the matter? What's going on?"

"It's nothing-" He started but you weren't buying it, obviously. "Eli we both know that's a lie. You haven't really been yourself lately and I just need to know why. I'm here for you. Is it something that I've done or anything I can fix?"

"Unless you can fix me being a freak, no, you can't."

Your face softened as you held onto his hand a little tighter. "Eli, you're not-"

He shook his head, pulling his hands away from yours. "No! Don't. Don't say that! I don't wanna hear this whole 'you're not a freak' talk again I'm so sick of it!"

The way his voice started to crack made your heart sink as you saw that his eyes were starting to water, fresh tears threatening to spill.

"Kyler said something that...that just really got me thinking. Saying that he didn't know how a girl like...like you gave a nerd with a weird lip...lip a chance." Eli swallowed the lump starting in his throat because he was going to start crying rethinking of the conversation.

"He started talking about how much better you could've done. Better like somebody like...like him." He sniffled, his fingers brushing against his scar as he looked everywhere but you when he spoke.

"And then I started to think he was...was right. You could do so much better than some nerd with a freaky l..lip." His voice wobbled as he stared down at his bedsheets.

"Eli. Eli, look at me." While the boy shook his head you reached up to grab the sides of his face, wiping away the tears with your thumbs that were starting to fall down his cheeks.

You sighed, frowning softly. "Look, I don't care what anybody else says, okay? Kyler was wrong because there's no better choice. I mean, is there any other boy at school who would listen to my constant complaining about Mrs.Carter?"

Eli had stayed quiet as you continued. "Would any other boy let me ramble about [f/superhero] and not call me a nerd?"

Silence.

You weren't done though. "Would some jerk like Kyler deal with my long shopping trips and help me carry all my bags around?"

Continuing you had smiled softly up at him. "Oh and I'm one hundred percent sure none of those guys would watch silly chick flicks with me and actually like them."

He shrugged his shoulders and you smiled, pressing your lips against the his cheek in a short yet sweet kiss and he winced, feeling the stickiness from your lipgloss. "And no other boy here is as breathtaking as you."

Your smile grew more as you saw the tips of his ears turning pink and he turned his head away slightly, looking up and away at his ceiling. "[Y/n].."

"I'm serious, Eli. You're so very pretty. I love and adore everything about you."

He avoided eye contact with you, trying to pull his face from your hands but you only hummed while pressing kisses all over his face and leaving shiny kiss marks along it.

"Your eyes alone just make me melt, y'know? I'm real jealous of how your lashes look better than mine." You giggled, placing a kiss right above his brow.

"[Y/n], stop..." He mumbled, his cheeks now being a color that would put any blush set to shame and you shook your head.

"You have a beautiful nose. I love staring at your side profile, it's just perfect." You complimented, kissing the bridge of his nose before your eyes trailed down.

You reached up, tracing your finger along the scar. "And like I've said before I love your scar. I could kiss you a million times and never get grossed out by it.

At that you leaned forward, pressing your lips right against his scar and you could feel his hands squeezing at the bottom of your shirt, fists squeezing tightly around the fabric before you moved down and captured his slightly chapped lips with your own. While you leaned into the kiss you could feel Eli's grip slowly lighten as he leaned into the kiss.

Eli was a burning mess in a the face when you kissed his scar, closing his eyes at the feeling while holding tightly onto your shirt as if you would go anywhere. Feeling you place felt your soft lips on his own partially chapped ones he was like putty in your hands, practically liquefying.

When you pulled away you giggled at the residue of gloss that came from your lips and that was now all over Eli's face and his own lips, smiling as the boy rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip, his shoulders rising and falling while he panted softly.

"So no, there's no boy in this valley I'd rather be with." You confirmed, wrapping your arms and he laid back allowing you to lay your head against his chest, finding a sort of comfort listening to his heartbeat.

You hummed softly, reaching a hand up to play with the tuffs of his hair and the two of you laid there in comfortable silence and you peered up to stare at him to see that he was already staring at you.

"You...You really mean it? All that stuff you said earlier?" He questioned, his voice coming off as a whisper and you lifted your head up.

You sat up on his lap, furrowing your brows at him while staring at him with an incredulous expression. "Do I need to repeat myself? Kisses and all?"

"I...I don't know...I don't think I really got it." Eli gave a sheepish smile, messing with the hem of your shirt."

"Maybe...uhm...a couple more kisses and it might click?" He quietly suggested and stared up at you through his eyelashes, his lips parting a bit.

And how could you say no to such a pretty face like that?

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its-all-or-nothing94 · 2 years

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Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz Out of your system (OneShot) Just Breathe Series - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (Onhold)

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Ivar Lothbrok Ravenblade - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (Ongoing)

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Rafe Cameron Hook up routine - OneShot

JJ Maybank Like a Hurricane - Part 1, Part 2

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greetings-and-salutations · 2 years

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“Get Your F*cking Hands Off Her, A*shole!”

Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Reader

Countdown to Cobra Kai Season 5 - 8 Days left!!!

Masterlist

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: It was an unspoken rule around West Valley High that (Y/n) (Y/l/n) was completely and utterly off limits. No one dared test the boundaries when it came to that rule, for fear that her Mohawk-clad boyfriend would go all Cobra Kai on them. Of course, every now and again, a newbie didn’t get the memo…

Warnings: starred out swear words, overprotective Hawk, creepy dude making (Y/n) uncomfy, prejudice against “North Hills” with a substantial lack of reasoning to back it up 😬😂, lack of adherence to plot line of the source material

Pairing: Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE 😬😬 I’m trying to get back on schedule as soon as possible, I promise! 👌👌👌

Eli Moskowitz and (Y/n) (Y/l/n) were in love. Everyone knew it, and, because of Eli’s status in their school’s hierarchy as “Hawk” the “Cobra King,” no one dared refute it. It was a system that worked. An unspoken line, if you will, that, when crossed, was swiftly dealt with. And the perpetrator never did it again. Hawk made sure of that.

But there were still some who, to them, the pretty girl in math class was simply the pretty girl in math class. Nothing more. No ties to a Mohawked gang leader, and certainly no harm in asking her out on a date this weekend. Perhaps to the movies? There was a pretty cool drive in just across town…

“That’s a bad idea.” Toby turned to look at the girl who’d spoken, an embarrassed expression on his face at having been caught staring, before he crossed his arms over his chest and scowled, in an attempt to cover it up.

“What?” He asked, glaring at her, annoyed by her unhelpful interjection in something that clearly didn’t involve her. He didn’t know who she was, being the new kid usually meant that was the case, but, Toby could already tell, whoever this girl was, she wasn’t someone he wanted to be spending his time with. She gave him the heebie jeebies, and not in the good way. Her face suddenly transformed into a smirk, before she gestured towards where his eyes had been trained just moments before.

“You’re staring at (Y/n) right?” She asked her own gaze taking in the sight of the girl at her locker just down the hall. Toby cringed a little, having hoped he’d been a tad more discreet, but this creepy girl had seen right through him.

“So?” He asked, defensively, wondering what exactly she wanted from him, landing on simply “picking on the new guy,” before she opened her mouth and spoke again.

“Yeah. That’s not gonna happen. Trust me, dude.” She replied, vaguely, but Toby just rolled his eyes, not believing her for a second.

“Who even are you?” He asked rudely, but the girl just laughed, an unsettling sound that left Toby’s skin crawling.

“Tory with a y.” She answered, as if he should know. (He didn’t.) “Listen, newbie.” She pouted sarcastically, before patting his shoulder. “I get it. You don’t know how things work around here.” Her patting ceased as she grabbed his shoulders, rather harshly turning him back towards the math class girl; towards (Y/n). “But I’m telling you right now, She’s not someone you wanna mess with.” Toby scoffed, his patience for this conversation wearing thin, as he pulled out of Tory’s grip.

“She seems harmless.” He said, before turning away from (Y/n) and towards his unwanted companion. “You, however, weird me out, so I’m gonna go talk to (Y/n). Bye, now.” He began to walk off, heading towards the girl’s locker and mentally psyching himself up as he did, before a loud voice called out after him.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” Tory yelled, but Toby just rolled his eyes again, before mumbling under his breath.

“You can’t tell me what to do, psycho…”

+ + +

“And then I told him that if he tried to do that again I was gonna take his face and-“

“Hey, Hawk!” The boy turned around when Tory’s voice sounded over the conversation, an annoyed look on his face at being interrupted.

“What is it?” He spat angrily, causing Tory to raise her hands in mock defense.

“Just thought you’d wanna know I just saw the new guy practically eye-banging your girl in the hallway.” She said casually, but Hawk’s heart stopped all the same.

“What?” He asked, through gritted teeth, hoping he’d heard her wrong. But Tory just nodded her head.

“Some dude. Troy or Tanner or something. New kid. Just moved here from North Hills or some sh*t.” She was still talking but, past the point of confirmation, Hawk was done listening.

“Where is he now?” He asked, his fists clenched, itching to do to this new kid what he’d been about to describe before Tory’s interruption. Nobody messed with his (Y/n)…

“Last I saw he was headed towards (Y/n)’s locker. Something about asking her out?”And that was when Hawk snapped.

“The he*l he is!” (Y/n) was HIS girlfriend. Everyone knew that. Who did he think he was? This punk coming in and trying to cheat the system, and steal away HAWK’S girl? This Troy, or Tanner, or whatever-the-f*ck his name was, was gonna pay. And Hawk was gonna make sure of it.

“I’m gonna go deal with this sh*thead. Beat his a*s…”

+ + +

“You’re (Y/n), right?” (Y/n) (Y/l/n) spun around quickly at the voice, confused as she didn’t recognize it, before coming face to face with the new kid she vaguely remembered from one of her earlier classes. She smiled politely, before responding.

“Yeah, that’s me.” She agreed, before a frown reached her face. “I’m sorry I don’t-“ She began apologizing for not recalling his name, but the boy cut her off with a shrug, leaning against the locker beside hers and effectively boxing her in, though (Y/n) assumed it was unintentional.

“Toby. I just moved here.” (Y/n) nodded along at his words, as she took a small step back, only for her foot to collide with the metal of a locker door.

“Toby… hi.”

“Hi…” (Y/n) wondered what exactly it was that he wanted, or whether it was just to introduce himself. But if that was the case, why hadn’t he left yet?

“Did you need something?” She asked, hoping she didn’t come off as rude or anything, though if she did, he didn’t point it out, or do anything really other than shake his head while laughing at himself.

“Sh*t, yeah. Um, I was actually wondering…” He trailed off, his eyes meeting hers in an intense gaze that she was both unwilling and unable to reciprocate. “Well, you’re really pretty, ya know…” (Y/n) didn’t like where this was going. She made to carefully remove his arm from the locker, so that she could walk away, but Toby apparently wasn’t finished, and reached for her wrist, holding it tightly in his grip to keep her in place. “Hold on just a second!” (Y/n)’s eyes widened in shock. “I dunno… I was sorta thinkin-“

“Get your f*cking hands off her, a*shole!”

+ + +

If Hawk wasn’t already seeing red at just the idea of someone he didn’t know flirting with (Y/n), the sight of her being held up against a locker with that frightened look on her face would surely have done it. And it did, for the next move Hawk made was not something that he would have ever done in front of his girlfriend had the situation not demanded it…

“Get your f*cking hands off her, a*shole!” It was like time had slowed down, and there was no one in the room but them; Hawk, and the sleezeball touching his girl.

The new guy spun around, his expression clearly annoyed, until he noticed the murderous one pointed back at him. His face dropped in worry.

“Look, dude. I dunno what you think-“ He began (trying to explain himself, perhaps?), but Hawk’s attention remained on his hand… that had yet to move.

“Oh I know exactly what I think!” He practically growled, stepping forward threateningly. “I think you’ve got your sh*tty North Hills hands all over my girlfriend, and if you don’t let go right now I’m gonna send you back to North Hills; only this time it’ll be in a body bag!” On a normal day, Hawk would’ve smirked at the “I just wet myself” look that had suddenly appeared on the dopes face, but this wasn’t a normal day. On a normal day, if some douche bag decided to mess with Hawk they’d do it directly, not through (Y/n). There was a level of respect there, at least for the girl. Because, everyone knew, messing with him was on thing, but (Y/n)? Practically a death sentence.

“I-I didn’t know-“ The new guy stuttered out, his grip finally releasing from (Y/n)’s skin, the girl slipping away from him and behind her boyfriend the moment she was able. Hawk felt her small hands tighten against the back of his hoodie and his angry frown deepened.

“Oh “you-you didn’t know”?” He mocked, carefully removing his girlfriends fingers from his clothes and advancing towards the other boy, nothing stopping him now from cracking this dweebs skull. He’d teach him not to mess with his girl again…

+ + +

Smack!

“Ow!”

Crunch!

Pop!

“Ughhhhhhhh…”

Crack!

“Stop, please!”

Hawk dropped the bruised and bloody body of the new kid harshly on the floor, before standing over him, his breathing heavy. (Y/n)’s eyes were wide. She’d never seen this side of him before. Sure, she knew he got into fights. She had to clean him up after them all the time. But he usually made it a point to keep her out of them. Though, (Y/n) supposed there wasn’t much way to keep her out of this one, since it happened over her. She frowned, suddenly feeling immensely guilty.

“If I see you anywhere near her again, we’ll be back here. Got it?” He snarled, his back now to (Y/n), which she appreciated, as she wasn’t sure she wanted to see his face look like that. She liked the soft way her Eli looked at her. She didn’t think she’d be too fond of visions of angry Hawk intruding her lovesick thoughts. “I said: Do. You. Understand!?!” (Y/n) watched the guy nod his head so fast she thought it might fall off, before scrambling to his feet. Hawk turned to make his way towards his friends and his girl, calling back over his shoulder as he did. “Now, get outta here before I change my mind.”

+ + +

“You okay, Princess?” Hawk had cooled down a little at the look on her face, hating that he’d contributed to it, but also knowing he’d had to do what he did. (Y/n) nodded slightly, though she wouldn’t meet his eyes. Hawk frowned, worried she was upset with him about the fight, though he couldn’t fathom why. That douchebag was hurting her. He’d just put a stop to it like any good boyfriend would. Speaking of…

“Can I see?” He gestured towards her wrist, receiving a small noise of agreement. He reached for her hand, his anger gradually returning as he took in the obvious fingerprints against her smooth skin. He tried to calm himself down, talking a deep breath before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her wrist.

“You’re gonna have a bruise.” He mumbled against her skin. But (Y/n) just shrugged.

“I don’t care.” Hawk sighed, running his hand down the side of his face anxiously.

“(Y/n)… you know I had to, right?” He asked, watching her face carefully as it changed, relief washing over him as she slowly nodded her head.

“I know… I just wanna go home. Can we?” She looked up at him with a small pout that Hawk was quick to agree to.

“Course, (Y/n/n). We can do anything you want.” He promised with a soft smile that dated back to his Eli days and was reserved exclusively for her. (Y/n) grinned a little, though Hawk wasn’t sure what was so funny. He wasn’t gonna comment on it though, just happy he’d got her smiling again.

“Ice cream?” She asked hopefully, earning a chuckle from her boyfriend, as his arm wrapped around her shoulder and he steered her towards the door.

“Sure, Princess. Whatever you want.”

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ariesqueencobra · 5 months

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what we used to be | l

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: You meet a new kid and your feelings for your best friend are said aloud.

Warnings: mentions of bullying, mentions of slut shaming, implications of violence, implications of strict parents

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Starting my first ever series for Eli! I always wanted to do a series following his story line in the show along with a female character so I did! I'm aware of other series being done like this by other writers on here, but this will be my own unique twist. There are similarities because it does follow the show's storyline but different because of my own interpretations!

I don't consent to this work being copied, translated or reposted.

“If the limit never approaches anything, then the limit does not exist,” you listened to Eli as he helped you with your math homework. “But in this case, it does, so what is it?” he pointed at the problem on the sheet.

“Two?” you furrowed your brows, trying your best not to sound like you were guessing.

“C’mon, Y/N, you’re in Calculus for a reason,” he encouraged.

“Only because I passed Trig with an 89, they only let me in because of pity,” you frowned.

Calculus has been your enemy since the beginning of the semester. You really didn’t want to take the class in the first place but your parents had been adamant about you taking higher-level classes. You would’ve been fine filling up your schedule with more creative art classes like ceramics and photography, but that wasn’t the agreement.

Math and science classes were part of the agreement.

Thankfully, you had two smart best friends who helped you whenever you had trouble.

“My advice?” Demetri spoke up.

You and Eli glanced at him, a knowing look on both your faces.

To be honest, while you had two best friends, only one was good at helping you out.

Demetri on the other hand? He had a habit of giving unsolicited advice. But because you loved him, you tolerated and actually encouraged him to hear what he had to say.

“Rewatch Mean Girls,” he deadpanned.

You let out a chuckle. “What I’m hearing is, that you guys are agreeing to watch it for our next movie night,” you grinned.

Both boys groaned.

“I’m fine watching your sci-fi, superhero films, but a girl needs her rom coms and chick flicks,” you mused.

Being the only girl and having vastly different interests compared to the guys, there were moments where you felt outnumbered. Sometimes you have to plead for one movie night to be your pick.

“I’d be down for Mean Girls this Friday,” Eli shrugged.

You silently clapped your hands, face creeping up with heat when you and Eli made eye contact.

“Demitiri?” you turned your attention to your other best friend.

After a minute, he rolled his eyes, agreeing.

“This Friday, my place,” you grinned. “Both my parents will be having a date night, so we’ll have the place to ourselves,”.

“Are you sure your dad will allow that?” Demetri cocked a brow. “That man is scary and I don’t want to know what will happen when he sees his daughter home alone with two boys,” he shuddered.

“He won’t mind, he likes you guys,” you attempted to reassure. “Besides, we’re just watching a movie,”.

“We know that, but will he?” Demetri asked in a mix of sarcasm and sincerity.

“C’mon, my dad isn’t that scary,” you trailed.

“I-I don’t think he likes me very much,” Eli said quietly.

“He does,” you straightened up. “Don’t worry about my dad guys, you’ve known him for ten years,” you stated.

You watched as the boys avoided your gaze, the sound of the cafeteria surrounded you when they both fell silent. Leaning back in your seat, you wondered why they were bringing this up now.

Like he read your mind, Demetri spoke up, “I’m just pointing out an observation I’ve noticed for the last few years. The older we get, the more of a threat your dad thinks we are,” he explained. “Guess it’s the raging teenage hormones!” he gestured with his hands, joking at the end.

Eli’s lips spread out into a smirk.

Relaxing, you shook your head at the way your best friend acted, even though you found the joke to be funny.

For the next few minutes, Eli went on to explain limits to you. You were about to ask a question when a new presence stopped you.

“Hey, can I sit here?”

You all turned your attention to a kid with dark hair and brown eyes, a tray in his hand as he gestured at the empty seat next to Eli.

You were about to welcome him until Demitri beat you to it.

“Check back next semester as you can see we’re entirely booked,” he said sarcastically but the new kid didn’t catch it.

With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he was about to walk away.

“He’s kidding, you can sit,” you gestured to the empty seat. “I’m Y/N, that’s Demitri and Eli,” you introduced.

“Miguel,” he nodded.

Just then, Yasmine and her entourage walked passed, causing Miguel to go into a trance.

You frowned at his reaction. You hated that just cause they were pretty, it forgave all the terrible things they’ve done to your friends and you.

“You’re just torturing yourself,” Demetri warned. “They’re the rich girls”.

“Do you talk to them or…?” Miguel asked.

“Yeah, all the time,” Demetri feigned a smirk. “We hang out after school, make out,” he shrugged. “Eli is homecoming king, and gets laid more than anyone”.

You rolled your lips together, glancing at your lap.

“You pretty much signed away all hopes of losing your virginity before college the moment you sat at this table,” he frowned.

Comments like that reminded you that boys will be boys. In the sense that virginity is still frowned upon. The societal pressure to lose it before a certain age disgusted you.

What happened to not conforming to society's rules?

“Oh, great, Yasmine is looking at us,” Eli narrowed in on himself, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “Probably making fun of me”.

“I wouldn’t assume that,” you reassured. “She’s always going to have that nasty look on her face,” you grimaced.

Then you made eye contact with her.

She whispered something to Moon, causing both of them to burst out laughing.

You figured she was making fun of you again, calling you a slut or whatever. Dropping your gaze to your food, you checked your phone for the time.

“I gotta go, it was nice meeting you,” you smiled towards Miguel as you got up.

“What about your homework?” Eli asked.

“I got limits now,” you attempted to reassure but your composure fell when you accidentally looked Yasmine’s way. “Besides I have to get my sketch done before class,” you hoisted your bag over your shoulder.

Art was your passion. Since you could talk, you could draw. Your best friends might’ve been computer nerds, but you? You were an artistic geek.

Still, as talented as you were, Yasmine and Moon used that area of your life to make fun of you. Whether it was a silly doodle you drew during class or an actual piece you worked your ass off for class.

They tried to diminish your spirit with your art, but thankfully you haven’t lost it yet.

Shaking your head to brush the thoughts away, you gulped down the lump in your throat and managed to make your way down the hall to your art class twenty minutes early.

While you were gone from the lunchroom, the conversation at the table shifted, focusing on you.

“Do you like her or something?” Miguel asked Eli.

The awkward boy stilled at the newcomer’s question, opting to fidget with his fingers while staring at his tray. He didn’t think he was being obvious, the only other person who knew of his infatuation with you was Demetri.

“He’s been in love with her since they met in kindergarten, her too but they’re too scared to admit it,” Demetri answered for him. “I think they’ll get married before either of them admit they do like each other,”.

It was true.

You liked Eli and Eli liked you.

The moment you laid eyes on him on the playground, that was it for the two of you. But both of you are socially awkward, insecure people…neither of you had the guts to tell each other how you truly feel.

Leaving Demetri to stand and watch at the mutual pining unwind for the last ten years.

“I’m not in love with her,” Eli defended. “Besides, she wouldn’t ever like someone like me,” he folded in on himself.

“You won’t know if you never strike first,” Miguel tried to reason.

“Good luck with getting Eli to do that,” Demerit said.

Eli sighed, keeping his gaze down. As much as he wanted to argue, he knew deep down that his friend was right.

“Keep this door open,” your dad barked quickly followed by your mother scolding him.

The door had been half-way opened, or half-way closed, when he walked past. He decided it wasn’t to his standards so he made sure the door was wide, banging it against the adjacent wall.

“Sorry,” you said, not looking up from your notebook.

You were sitting in your room, Eli helping you study for your Clac quiz tomorrow. It was a routine for the two of you, hanging out after school and doing homework. Quality time well spent and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sometimes Demetri would join but he decided to play Dungeon Lord after school today. Part of you was happy to hear he wouldn’t be joining.

Especially when that meant you spent more time with Eli. Meaning there would be more brief moments where your shoulders or knees would brush. Which would send butterflies straight to your tummy.

“Miguel seems nice,” Eli shrugged, placing his pen down. “He mentioned something about karate, he wants all of us to join,” he smiled lightly.

“Really?” you smirked. “What did Demetri say to that?” you laughed, knowing he had some highlighted opinions about it.

“Wasn’t on board, but I don’t know,” he glanced down. “Maybe it could be fun,” he said.

“If you want to,” you passed him a smile. “It’d be nice to see you kick Kyler’s ass for once,” you sighed, glancing at the problem in your book.

You missed the way he frowned but he continued, “You should join too,”.

“Me?” your eyes widened and you glanced up to meet his gaze.

“Yeah,” he cracked a grin. One that was big and genuine, something that only happened in front of you or Demetri. “You’d be great at kicking ass too,” he reasoned.

“In my dreams,” you huffed out a laugh. “I can barely do a push-up,” you shook your head.

“Maybe just think about it,” he suggested.

“Okay, I will,” you nodded. “So, how am I doing?” you licked your lips.

You pushed your notebook between the two of you.

Both of you leaned in, your shoulders brushing against each other. Anytime you inhaled, you smelled him.

He smelled nice.

“You’re doing good, you just need to remember that an open circle means the limit exists but not in the function,” he pointed at the problem you got wrong.

“Stupid circles,” you huffed out a breath, running a hand over your hair. “Thanks again, Eli,” you pressed your lips into a soft smile.

“You’re going to do great, okay?” he nudged his elbow with yours.

“Okay,” you nodded, allowing yourself to believe.

You went over the material for a few minutes, your mind getting lost in all things limits and functions.

Unbestowent to you though, Eli was watching you.

He watched the way your nose would scrunch when you didn’t understand what you read the first time around. The way your lashes fluttered as you scanned the page. The way you would lick your lips in concentration. The way you would crack your knuckles when they got too stiff.

He was utterly in love with you.

Being friends for ten years, you’d reach that point without even dating. Even if it was just puppy love, he knew one thing for sure—he likes you, a lot.

He doubted himself when he thought about what Demetri said. And when he thought about the comment Kyler made earlier of him being a loser. He had come home crying, knowing he was never going to get a girlfriend because of the way he looked. But then his mind thought to Miguel.

Maybe he could be wrong, maybe he could get a girlfriend. Maybe it could be you.

Without second-guessing any further, he opened his mouth.

“Hey, Y/N?” he cleared his throat.

“Yeah?” you reached your gaze to his, your head resting in your palm.

“I like you,” he confessed, face going pale at the fact that he actually said that to you.

Your eyes went wide, face blank as you took in his words. You didn’t say anything for a few moments, just staring at your best friend.

“I-you know, never mind, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he felt embarrassed, shaking his head as he went back to his homework.

“Wait!” you reached out and touched his arm. “I like you too,” you gulped, a smile creeping up on your face.

“Really?” he seemed taken aback.

You nodded enthusiastically.

The two of you gazed at each other for what felt like a few minutes until you bent over in giggles, still in disbelief.

“I’m glad you told me,” you reached for his hand on your desk, squeezing it.

“Me too,” he squeezed it back.

You felt your cheeks heat up before you turned back to your work.

The rest of the night was spent with the two of you doing work, holding hands.

The next day at school, Eli was sitting with Demetri and Miguel.

Having just told the news about you and him, he was feeling a little proud of himself that he actually did it.

And more relieved that you actually reciprocate his feelings.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” Demetri raised a brow.

Eli smiled, his cheeks turning pink while Miguel laughed.

“I’m glad someone took my advice, now you see my Sensei is legit,” Miguel pointed out.

Eli nodded, a small smile on his face.

“I’m gonna need more evidence to back it up,” Demerit crossed his arms over his chest. “This,” he gestured to Eli, “has been a work in progress for ten years, your words of encouragement just gave him enough push,” he scoffed.

About to respond, Eli was stopped by the smell of your perfume. He turned his head to the left just in time to greet you as you approached the table.

“Hi, guys,” you greeted, taking your seat next to Eli. “Hi, Eli,” your cheeks warmed up.

“Hi, Y/N,” his eyes beamed with admiration. “You look nice,” he blushed, glancing over the pretty green sundress you wore today, but his gaze circled back to your face.

“Thanks,” you glanced down, running a hand over the skirt. “It’s been in my closet for a while, I figured it’d be happy to see the light of day,” you shrugged, unaware he wasn’t talking about the dress.

“You should wear it more often,” Eli commented.

Demetri and Miguel sent each other a knowing look before Miguel decided to cut the awkward lovey-dovey talk.

“So, Y/N, did Eli tell you about joining my karate dojo?”

You focused your gaze on him, the warmth of your cheeks dissolving when your mind was pushed away from Eli. “Uh, yeah,” you smiled. “I thought about it, but I don’t know if I want to do something like that. I need my hands for my art, I don’t want them beaten and bruised,” you stifled a laugh.

Miguel nodded in understanding. “Thanks for thinking about it, Y/N,” he pressed his lips in a smile.

“No problem. Anyway, do you want to join us for movie night this Friday?” you extended your invitation to him. “You can pick the movie,” you offered.

“Sure, I’d like that,” he grinned.

“Awesome”.

Friday came around and you were all seated on your couch in the living room watching Spider-Man.

You actually enjoyed the pick, especially watching the nerdy boy become the hero. One who reminded you a lot of the boy sitting right next to you.

Miguel was on the recliner, Demetri on the other end of the couch, and Eli in the middle with you on the other side. Except, Eli was scooted closer to you, only a bowl of popcorn separating the two of you.

Your hands happened to brush a lot when you’d reach for the popcorn. Though, you didn’t mind.

You had gotten to the part where Peter Parker discovered his powers, a glass in your hand as you had come back from refilling your drink.

“That’s a cool painting,” Miguel noticed the piece of art framed by the TV.

It was an oceanscape of the beach.

“Y/N painted it,” Eli stated.

“No kidding,” Miguel said in amazement, standing up to study it. “You’re really talented, Y/N,” he smiled over to you.

“Thanks, that was my first one so my parents framed it,” you shyly said.

“You should see her sketchbook, it’s filled with the most awesome things,” Eli smiled.

You glanced at him, sending him a thankful look.

“Can I see?” Miguel’s eyes beamed. “My yaya loves paintings, I’d love to show her your work,” he said.

“Yeah, I’ll grab some that you could take pictures of,” you stood up, cheeks on fire.

It wasn’t often that you got praised for your art, mainly from your parents or your friends. So this was new. But you took the pleasure from it nonetheless.

Heading to your room, you grabbed a few of your favorite paintings before you went to your bag in search of your sketchbook, only you couldn’t find it.

As panic erupted, you thought back to the last time you saw it. You had it in art class and then you went to P.E. You could’ve sworn you had it then, but you guessed you were wrong.

“I can’t find my sketchbook,” you gulped, walking back to the living room.

“Maybe you left it in your locker or someone found it and took it to the lost and found,” Miguel offered, gesturing with his hands.

“Yeah, it’ll turn up,” Demetri reassured. “I don’t think anyone would have wanted to steal it,” he shrugged.

“We’ll help you find it on Monday,” Eli said, reaching for your hand.

“Thanks, guys,” you blew out your breath.

You were glad you had them and you really hoped your sketchbook turned up.

Part of you didn’t want to think about it, but you were worried about who had it if they did. And it only traced back to two girls.

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