#something or other about cobra feeling a lot of things but not being very emotive

[moonsvillain]

something or other about both cobra and yamato projecting noboru onto chiharu but with yamato that manifests as him wanting to protect chiharu vs cobra avoiding him and not wanting to get involved (only for his real feelings to come out when he's drunk) (slapping chiharu for good luck the way he used to do noboru and hugging him after deciding he's fit for sannoh)

[anystalker707]

take a look at my girlfriend

Pairing: Nefertari Vivi x [gender-neutral] Reader Summary: SFW and NSFW headcanons about dating Vivi! Tags: very sweet ! / she's so lovely / vague but i can write oneshots if requested

requested by anon ["Could I request a Vivi relationship headcannon both sfw and nsfw for a male S/O Please and thank you"]

MASTERLIST

• Vivi is naturally overly protected, so it takes a while until her family finally accepts you and lets you go around without keeping an eye on you 24/7. She tries her best to reassure you it’s okay; she loves you so much and doesn’t want to see you get scared away just because of it, but you already knew that when you decided to date a princess

• Everyone (Cobra, Chaka, Pell, etc.) asks you a thousand questions, narrowing their eyes at you or side-eyeing you, but it’s just before they treat you like family as well. It also includes getting Karoo’s approval, of course. She’s a little nervous and awkward about it in the beginning, but she ends up getting annoyed after some point because they just don’t seem to accept you’re safe (even if she understands their point)

• Vivi’s a busy person, of course, but that doesn’t mean she won’t try to make time for you—she will make sure to keep free time in her schedule for dates or simply hanging out with you, sharing a meal in the castle, or resting together. She loves sweet dates like going for a walk while holding hands or picnics, so she isn’t exchanging that for anything

• Even if she can’t manage some free time for you, she will make sure to take you with her everywhere (being her partner is a full-time job), whether it’s for emotional support, help, or just to be there with her in general

• It also means you need to know how to fight or just improve what you already know (you need to protect yourself and Vivi), so you’ll have to train hard. It’s tiring and takes a lot of effort, but it’s needed and very rewarding. Vivi will always be waiting for you at the end of the day to say how she’s proud of you, cupping your face and kissing your lips. Sometimes, she lets you know that without saying it—curling up in your arms when she is apprehensive or glancing at you at the slightest risk of danger, showing how much she trusts your protection and cares about you, of course

• Vivi is extremely loving. She will always make sure she is giving you enough attention and love, always give you pecks on the cheek and hugs, even if she’s in a rush for something else because a little second with her partner is never lost

• She is the type to talk problems out, but you have to work for that. She won’t admit things in the beginning, just trying to bottle up feelings and push through the problems, but she will eventually learn how to deal with things better later on because she wants the relationship to be as healthy as possible

• Absolutely loves it when you praise her. Vivi will be all proud and mushy when you compliment her speech or even how nice she looked in some public event. She also loves knowing you enjoy her cuddles and the way she plays with your hair and takes care of you. It makes her proud of herself for being able to care for you in the right way

• Long night talks with Vivi when she finally returns to her bedroom. She will sit on her bed and let you brush her hair or rub her back while she tells you about her day or reasons with you about an ongoing problem

• She just loves the quality time in general, whether it be working alongside each other or playing with her hair while she reads. Either way, she is always melting in your arms whenever she gets the opportunity, clinging to you or sitting on your lap with her arms around your neck

• Matching jewelry with you. She will ask to have jewelry crafted with your initials engraved on the golden surface or keep lockets with pictures of you two inside it

• Vivi is quite possessive, as well. If she spots someone else flirting with you, she knows you won’t give them any attention, but it doesn’t avoid the inconvenience. She will be grabbing your hand and quickly introducing herself as your girlfriend, sticking to your side the whole time. She will be all proud when you wrap an arm around her waist and accept her actions

• Vivi might find it cute when you’re jealous, but seeing you jealous is a rare sight because she just doesn’t give you reasons to feel like that. Someone’s flirting with her? She will either dismiss them or rush to your side

• Vivi will always wear the stuff you give her, whether it is a new pen, a ring, or a hijab (also stick to your opinion about what she should wear). She demonstrates how much she values you by also valuing everything you give her, and also the things that are important to you (catch her making sure she can be there for you in your special moments no matter the appointment she has scheduled for the same time, and she will also ask the others to provide the best things for your needs or your hobbies)

• Supportive girlfriend 100%. Will be there for you no matter what

• Don’t try to decide things for her or anything—Vivi is very independent, and she will learn how to ask for help when she needs to, but the trick is not to make her feel like she isn’t self-sufficient. The mutual respect and recognition are some of the things she values the most

• Either way, Vivi will need support once in a while. She will get in a quieter mood, with a sad or longing expression on her face, and all she will need is long hugs and a comforting presence, not even words. Just looking after her will be just right for Vivi, helping her with whatever she is going through

• She’s not shy to admit she wishes to marry you as it becomes a more frequent subject in the castle, since she’s getting older and is the only heir to the crown. Of course, you’ll get a few side-eyes at first, but it’ll be acceptable; you’re part of the family already, anyway, they trust you

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

NSFW hcs

• You two probably have your first time with each other, having known each other since you were younger. The first times were laced with nervousness and insecurity, but you learn how to please each other. She’s all shy at first, but once she gets the hang of it…

• Sex with her either is all sweet and passionate love-making or deep into a kink. Vivi is usually the one who brings up new stuff that she is curious about and wants to try, and her favorite stuff usually involves bondage. There’s something about being tied up and to your mercy that turns Vivi on so much. Hands tied to the headboard as you please her or tied behind her back as her face presses to the mattress—she loves all of it

• Balance of dominance between you two, unless you’re doing something that requires the unbalance

• She likes being praised and worshiped, having your hands run along her skin while you bathe her in praises, giving love to each inch of her skin. It makes her melt as her heart flutters, but also makes pride swell in her chest as she offers herself more to you. Kiss her hands, her collarbones, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, calves, shoulders. Everywhere.

• Vivi enjoys giving as much as she receives, always ensuring you’re okay. If she can, she will pull you down for passionate kisses that aren’t just due to the urgency and seeking pleasure, but just wanting to touch you in general, to express her love through the slow make-out session

• Sometimes all Vivi needs after a long day dealing with Alabasta’s stuff is a relaxing shower and good sleep, but other times, what she really needs is your head between her legs: she also loves receiving and giving oral—she will play with your hair while you eat her out, praising you between moans, making sure to let you know how well you’re doing on pleasing her like that. The most delicious moans will come from her as she arches her back and rolls her hips on your tongue when you’re with her thighs over your shoulders, feasting on her. Sometimes, on the other hand, she will be pulling you with her into empty rooms in the castle to give you a little treat, wide eyes looking up at you as she wraps her lips around you and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[agent13thepretender]

I wrote this a loooooong time ago and just never posted it. Cobra Kai in general has always given me early 2000s Power Rangers vibes. Like I keep waiting for a monster or a Megazord to appear. Like imagine a Giant Kreese stomping all over the valley? Hilarious! Anyway, here’s my take on which character would be which Ranger, updated of course because of the new season.

Miguel - Red Ranger

The one who started it all. Confidence growing as his skills did. He’s a leader with a strong moral compass. Despite being mislead a few times he ultimately tries to do what’s right and just. Miguel is quick for action when something is going down. Others in his group look to him on how to proceed in any given situation. His fighting style is equal parts passion and discipline. He will not accept defeat but will extend mercy when it’s clear he’s won.

Eli - Blue Ranger to Indigo Ranger

Former bullied kid. Former baddie. Total badass. He started out as a Blue Ranger due to coming across as a second in command to Miguel. Due to being corrupted by Kreese, I think Blue is a little to clean for Eli. Indigo is one of the Ranger colors reserved for rangers who start at a dark place and eventually switch to fight for the light whilst staying true to who they are. Eli is an example and a cautionary tale. He’s proof that redemption is possible. He is a strong leader and passionate. His fighting style does have a brutality to it but in recent seasons has learned to restrain himself. He does well as a second in command to anyone he holds in high regard.

Demetri - Non Ranger to Blue Ranger

Probably loves being on this list until he realizes that Power Ranger stuff is dangerous. He’s on the edges of the karate drama but eventually gets pulled in. Feeling he has no choice, he involves himself fully to protect himself and to aid his friends. Whilst not being a strong fighter he has a strong heart and mind. He’s grounding in unbelievable situations. Loyal and faithful in his friends no matter which path they fall in. His philosophy for fighting is only when completely necessary.

Sam - Pink Ranger

Words to live by: Respect the Pink. Sam has the soft and graceful nature most Pink Rangers are known for whilst still having an unexpected strength to them. She is stubborn and it takes a lot to get her to budge on some things. Kind and compassionate but not easy to get over a grudge. Despite her shortcomings, she strives for understanding between her peers and within herself. She is open to new styles and combines them to maximize her chance for success. To the ones she loves, she will protect them til the end.

Tory - Yellow Ranger

Yellow Rangers are tenacious and hard working and Tory is no exception. Tory isn’t afforded softness and mercy, she must be sharp and hard. She is territorial and will protect what’s her’s with all the ferocity and power she has. She gives it her all. Her strong sense of integrity and struggle make her a hard worker and very skilled. She is not without a empathy or a sense of right and wrong. Her style is precise and devastating, with a great skill of resourcefulness. A great asset to anyone who has earned her trust and respect.

Robbie - Specialty Dark Ranger to Green Ranger

Now when I say Green Ranger, I mean Tommy Oliver level Green Ranger. Iykyk. Something about Robbie or maybe just Tanner Buchanan seems so silently powerful. A soft power almost. He’s patient, observant and rarely strikes first. He has wide knowledge of various styles due to being taught by various senseis. He’s strongly empathetic and is heavily guided by his emotions. His wondering from place to place and delinquency, previous seasons (especially season 1) and subsequent influence by Kreese and Silver gave him a darker energy. I think once he came to terms with himself at the end of season 4 (after witnessing how he negatively influenced Kenny Payne) his Green Ranger Era Began. His style was previously well disciplined but brutal. He now has a more controlled, even style of fighting with just as much passion but with plenty of hard earned restraint. And despite his history, you won’t find anyone with a purer heart.

Johnny - Veteran Red Ranger

Probably the most chaotic and irresponsible Red Ranger but definitely a Red Ranger. Johnny is a leader no matter how you look at it. More so a leader of action versus strategy but still a leader. His methods are questionable but he guarantees results. His intentions are not always clear but he undoubtedly cares for others deeply, including his students. He is passionate, protective, stubborn, and a bit unaware of himself. His fighting style is powerful, precise and brutal. Remember this man really loves the people he loves. You mess with one of his, he’ll mess you up worse.

Daniel - Veteran Blue Ranger

Yeah I feel this doesn’t need much explanation. Wise, discipline, strong moral compass, integrity, passion, lead by emotions, and a leader. His passion, moral compass, and emotions can sometimes blind him and carry him away. He fights not just for himself but for his students, friends, and his family. He is stubborn in his ideals but upon seeing reason is open to new ideologies. His fighting style is restrained with years of discipline but not lacking in power. He may not always get it right but you can count on him to mean well.

Chozen - Former Bad Guy to Veteran Black Ranger

Chozen was a bit difficult to decipher because he was a bad guy until he was brought back in Cobra Kai. He’s wise but also very silly with a young heart and soul. He was as bad as you could get and now he’s the first to offer a helping hand or fist. Despite his goofy antics, his presence can be very grounding in times of conflict. On the flip side he could also be the first to attack without being fully informed. He’s loyal and gracious to those who have given him a second chance. His fighting style is a mix between Johnny and Daniel - equal amounts brutality and hard earned discipline.

[wicked-jade]

¡Hola, amigos! (That means 'hello friends.' Rosa's has been teaching me Español. Pretty cool, right?)

Tonight's the night! It's Cobra Kai Eve! My favorite karate soap opera is back! And it's supposed to be bigger - and more badass! - than ever before!

I've spent all week preparing for the big event! I even made a checklist, just to make sure I had everything I might need before the new episodes drop.

First thing's first, I've got my favorite pillow...

And this nice, fluffy blanket Amanda bought me for my last birthday. It's both cozy AND badass! This is why she's my favorite LaRusso! Love you, Mandy!

The popcorn has been popped... just how I like it, with lots of extra butter! Fuck what Carmen says, coronary artery disease is for pussies. (Don't tell her I said that, though!)

And I made sure to stock up on some ice cold Banquet, of course. Have a feeling I might need these later...

Oh! And last but not least, I raided the candy aisle at the mini mart! I got enough snacks for the whole dojo! Plus, I figured if I get bored, I can always start chucking Milk Duds at LaRusso's head. It's big enough, it should be an easy target.

Well, I think that's about it. Guess I'm all set for tonight. But it still feels like I'm forgetting something? Hmm, what could it be....

Oh, right! Almost for got my emotional support buddies.

Daniel Bearusso, you stop that right now! No more punching Beary Lawrence in the face! That's not very nice. What happened to karate being for defense only, huh? How many times have we been through this? You're supposed to be friends now!

Ugh! These two! Anyway, to all those who celebrate, Happy Cobra Kai Eve! I'll see you nerds on the other side! Catch ya later, broheims!

[variousqueerthings]

I want to write something about everyone who’s been very kind to me, which really isn’t something I usually do (EDIT: having written this I’m tempted to delete it all, but I will commit to the earnestness, I will commit to being somewhat seen online. I hope it doesn’t make anyone uncomfortable to be mentioned here, let me know if so and I’ll take you out of the post) 

Considering I haven’t been able to follow anyone or go onto the tag, this has been a very unusual experience for me. It’s the first long-form thing I ever watched as an adult going in totally blind and simultaneously getting involved in the fandom in some way, mainly through you lot being very gracious and interacting with my reactions to it

I mentioned this in a recent post, but MASH feels like the worst-kept secret that I didn’t know about, and now I do it’s a treasure trove of story, and also of a 50yr old fandom, and of what seems to have been a creative team that was very close over the 11 years that they made this story happen, so while I am currently crying on and off and will be for some time, because I’ve never dealt with the ends of stories very well, I know that the finality of this is somewhat different to other stories that I’ve engaged with -- in the sense that it is very definitely Finished, but in many ways I was also looking forward to this moment --

am now going to go on the tags, search out AO3 (absolutely my next stop @quordleona03 ), read/watch/listen to those interviews and reunions I’ve been setting aside, see if I can get a hold of the MASH book that Arlene Alda took pictures for, and you know... I’m only at the end of s4 on the rewatch I was doing concurrently (also when I go home for the holidays, I’ll be starting another rewatch to get my family into it...), so there’s also the things that I want to write now I’ve got the puzzle made (except for the fact that I’ve been getting fun facts about how reality influenced the story and I think there’s a fair few of those facts still to come, so really not even a complete puzzle!)

favourite fics and interviews you love, please send them my way!!! especially things that deal with Themes and character studies

and now properly, an earnest thanks for the other part of this experience that has been so novel and exciting and strangely emotional, because you were all very nice to me and I know that I’ve put an awful lot on said tags I couldn’t look at -- the guys from MASH and the old guys who I knew from Cobra Kai who as it turned out were already into MASH!: @genderqueer-klinger , @pomegranate , @majorbaby , @quordleona03 , @mashbrainrot ,  @mauvecardigans , @jewish-hawkeye , @jamborae , @awkward-aro-ace-princess-76 , @jerottblyth , @thebreakfastgenie -- also @shootfighting for not even going here and sending me fanart, I really feel so much has changed for me specifically because I got into Cobra Kai and it was definitely down to the people in the fandom -- this felt like it needed to come off the back of that fandom experience, which was also such a new thing for me to get involved in! @le-red-queen and @hunkydorkling and @mimsyaf (I suck at writing heartfelt things to people I’ve spent a lot of time with and have come to care for an awful lot, I need to get better at that, but you know... just because of you...)

@mimupf ❤

and to everyone who wrote in my replies or on reblogs or messages, I’m about 99.99% sure there’s probably someone I’ve talked with who I haven’t mentioned here, please don’t assume I did that on purpose, I am forgetful as all heck. you’re really a swell lot

and @jewish-hawkeye you were absolutely right! it was the numbers of the dead and the wounded and the dispossessed and the orphaned. oddly enough I forgot to put in my “VIETNAM? WHERE’S THAT?” note, because that was something that twisted me up too

[queencvbra]

Like . . . do you realize how fucking terrifying and traumatizing it must have been to Tory that a bunch of adults who were supposed to teach and guide her wanted to physically harm her as a punishment for an act of defiance? To the point where they fucking lined up between her and the exit to stop her from leaving? And then made her break her own hand while taunting her about her feelings for a boy, then fucking tried to gaslight her like her choosing the dojo over him and everything else was "the right choice" when all it did was make her life a living hell?

It just makes it so much worse that it wasn't even really about her ghosting them at the qualifier. That never got brought up. In the scenes before that, they were still considering what to do about the whole situation, but then that whole thing with Robby happens and you can practically see Kim snap when she notices that Tory won't fall in line and turn on him, and I think that's when it really solidified to her that "Tory needs to be taught a lesson". Because that was the most dangerous thing to them, the fact that Tory actually had stronger loyalties outside of the dojo (even ones they weren't fully aware of) and they couldn't risk her turning on them in a crucial moment because of that. It would have been easy to assume that's why she ditched the qualifier, too.

And I'm convinced that's why Kim was so specific when she was taunting Tory, because they needed to scare her into being fully on board with Cobra Kai again. She needed to be isolated, she needed to have any other loyalties driven out, she needed to be pliable and fully under their thumb. Tory was always too emotional, and their way to combat that was to basically terrorize her into seeing her own emotions as a weakness. Mentally, that fucked with her a lot more than it would have if Kim had been chiding her about her leaving during the qualifier, because the sad thing is, Tory could make an excuse for that. That would be very black and white to her, an "I did x so of course y happened" type of reasoning, and she could rationalize and even excuse them punishing her for that despite it being objectively fucked up that they would do that to her.

But the fact that they didn't attack her actions, they attacked her feelings, they attacked her for who she is and things she can't control about herself, she can't reason with that. She can't swallow that down and move on. They called into question the things that make her Tory, enforcing the idea that there is something fundamentally wrong with her and what she feels and the way she deals with her emotions, which has ALWAYS been something she's struggled with. They saw that and went "yeah, this part of you is wrong and makes you weak but we are here to help you get rid of that" as if they were doing her a favor, like this would help her. They broke her hand but they also stuck a knife right in her heart while doing it and honestly it's the latter that takes a lot longer to heal.

[valleykarate]

“ okay. time for a break, yeah? let’s stop for now, catch a breath, we can come back to it later. ” harper

harper sits cross-legged on the grass beside the little potted bonsai tree robby had placed in front of her, her small fingers gripping the pruning shears tightly with a grip strength that a five-year-old definitely shouldn't be able to exhibit—she's a bit nervous, & her eldritch side is ultimately helping her grip strength become a lot stronger. the sun filters through the leaves above their heads, casting shadows on her face. the sound of flowing water from the koi pond helps sooth her, just a little bit. she looks up at her dad, her brown eyes wide with worry, a suitably small pair of wings fluttering behind her, blowing the bonsai tree around a bit. this is the first time she's ever trying to cut a bonsai tree, so she's very much doubting her abilities. papa & dad & mommy & dada & mama make it look so super-duper easy! not to mention, all of her grandparents, aunts & uncles, too! they're, like, the best at it, but harper's not.

"what if i mess it up?" she asks softly, biting her lip. "what if the tree gets all... all funny looking?" she hesitates, glancing at the little tree, then back at robby. the fear of getting it "wrong" wraps around her like a heavy blanket. she's relieved that no one is here to make fun of her, it's just her & her dad at the dojo right now. papa could definitely beat up uncle hawk if he laughed at her—she had once overheard her uncle seth call him a "shithead" when uncle seth was in that bad dojo... cobra kai, or something like that? don't get her wrong, she likes her uncle hawk, but she's still a little shy around him. she also doesn't know what that "shithead" word means, but it sounds cruel. she'd heard some pretty dis... discon-art-ting... disconcerting stories.

"i don't want you to be mad at me if i mess up," she whispers, her voice quivering slightly. a tear forms in the corner of her eye. she really doesn't want to disappoint him. "but, um, if i do, i'm sorry..." she mumbles, nervously wiggling her legs a little bit, her pupils flashing an inhuman green color, signaling how nervous she is.

"okay. time for a break, yeah? let's stop for now, catch a breath; we can come back to it later," @taughtpain says gently.

harper nods, trying to hold back her tears as she places the tool down next to her. she begins to fidget with her fingers, avoiding eye contact with robby. she knows henry would be really sad to see her crying, & so would papa. she really loves spending time with robby & learning new things, but the thought of disappointing one of her parents—& one of her heroes—makes her heart ache. her emotional feedback loop that she'd inherited from papa makes her very sensitive to her own emotions as well as others. so maybe it is a good idea that they take a break.

with a soft whimper, & blinking back more tears, harper suddenly climbs into robby’s lap, curling up against her dad, her tiny arms wrapping around his body. she buries her face into his chest, sniffling softly as she tries to steady her breathing. her tears wet his shirt, & she feels bad about that.

"dad, is grandpa cobra gonna call me a crybaby for... being... nervous?" she asks quietly. grandpa cobra is, of course, johnny. she thinks he's intense, & the idea of him calling her names makes her even more anxious. "maybe..." she sniffles, her voice muffled by the material of his shirt, "maybe you can show that silly bon-say... ban-sai... bonsai tree who the bestest dad in the world is. can you?"

[pastorsperspective]

Do it Anyway

How has another week gone by already? Goodness! Here we are again, it’s Friday. Time for another Q&A with Pastor Chad regarding his last sermon. The title of the message was: The Emotions of Life: Understanding. The accompanying text was from John 8:1-11.  If you were unable to be with us in person, or online, you can listen to the message here: https://fb.watch/iB37_XRoBL/

You said in your sermon that we are called to understand first and act second. WHAT A TALL ORDER THAT IS! You quoted Cobra Kai (also one of my favorite shows) “Strike First. Strike Hard. No Mercy.” That really is, often, the way of the world and the people a round us. It’s so sad. How do we condition ourselves to stop a process that we’re all guilty of, do first, ask forgiveness later?

I love this question, and as you asked it, I’m reminded of a something I wish I had said on Sunday. People often comment, ‘Chad, you wear a lot of jewelry.’ Even for a male, respectfully. All of my jewelry has a very specific purpose. For me it acts as, what I’m hoping to do, it’s a reminder. I’m not saying wear jewelry, but I am saying, if you can have something that helps to remind you of your convictions; the same concept as the WWJD bracelets, right? You wear them to remind you, and to encourage you to act as Jesus would act.  I think it’s the same concept. It doesn’t have to be something you wear though. Just something you can have in place. A lot of people hang a very special cross from their rearview mirror as a reminder, for that purpose. There are a lot of creative ways to go about it. I guess that’s my answer, how can we be creative about finding ways to encourage ourselves to seek out understanding? Even deeper than that is, coming to the realization that we know a very tiny bit of another person’s life. Even when they divulge stuff, we still only get a very limited view. That is never enough to make an assumption or judgement call. Rarely ever. Even for spousal relations or familial relations, we just don’t have enough context. I think the point that we need to get to in our lives is to say, ‘I don’t have enough context to know what they’re going through that may be causing whatever I’m seeing’. Also, humbling ourselves enough to remind ourselves that we have bad days, too. So, if it can be a jewelry piece or something in your car, something you carry with you so when you put your hands in your pocket you feel it. I know people who carry prayer stones. There are things like that we can intentionally do as Christians to remind ourselves that, ‘Hey, I need to back up. I don’t always know everything.’ I think that can be super powerful.

Yeah, I agree with that. I have a similar object that I carried for another reason. It’s a tiny rock that is shaped like a heart. My youngest gave it to me after some long medical struggles and it just reminds me that I’m here, I’m loved, and I’m still needed in this life- it’s not my time to go. I can understand how objects can be good reminders. I was in about Junior High or Highschool when the WWJD bracelet craze took over. I think the key is just to make sure that the thing you choose is meaningful to you.

You were talking about being intentional as well. We need to be intentional. We need to stop assuming before we act. We need to take responsibility for our own thought processes and actions. What if we do these things, but are continuously faced people who strike first without taking the time to understand? How do we handle that with grace and understanding ourselves?

That’s the hard part, right? What happens when we turn the other cheek, but the rest of the world doesn’t? I love the words of Saint Theresa of Calcutta. She has a famous prayer, and before I misquote it, I’m just gong to look it up and read it. To me, her prayer answers this question. The prayer is called Do It Anyway and she writes in her prayer, ‘People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway. If you are kind people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway. If you are honest and sincere, people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway. What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway. The good you do today will often be forgotten, but do good anyway. Give it the best you have and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway. In the final analysis, it is always between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.’

And I love that because I think that gets at it. It’s going to be extremely hard. People are going to not do this. They are going to act first and ask questions later. But if we went at the approach of what society is doing, because society does it, then we would never be Christians. I don’t think this gets any easier. It’s extremely difficult and it’s something that we have to face. People are just not going to do this. I think the best that we can do is be a good example. Show Christ in how we don’t do the same and trust and pray that by God’s grace that we’ll move in their lives in powerful ways that we’ll probably never see or witness. Also, just to trust that God will be moving.

I struggle with that. I know, for me, and probably for a lot of people, it isn’t that it makes me want to turn around and do the stuff that the world does. It’s the overwhelming need to defend myself.

Sure!

I feel like, wait a minute, you didn’t even come to me calmly first. You’re just attacking before even trying to go over this with me. I’m sure I’m not the only person in the world who struggles with that need to defend.

No. I think that on that same note, if we really look at the text about Jesus turning the other cheek, which is vastly misunderstood in my opinion. To turn the other cheek wasn’t to bow down and be walked all over. It was a sign of putting them in a position to disrespect themselves. I think we have to stand up for ourselves in a way that’s still loving and graceful, but I don’t think we just lay down and let people walk over us. I think we have to stand up and say, ‘Hey, I do not think this is fair. You’re not extending the same grace to me that I extend to you.’ In a lot of ways God can work through that conversation, so I agree there.

It reminds me of one of my favorite lines from one of my favorite movies out of the Love Comes Softly Series by Janette Oke. It’s a great series of Christian historical/romance books that they made movies out of. I think there are about 8 of them now. In the scene there are two cowboys and one hits the other and he just stands up straight and stares at the man who threw the punch. The other man hits him again and he says something along the lines of, ‘The good Lord tells me to turn the other cheek, but I only got two. Now I’m on my own.’ Something to that effect.

Haha! Absolutely! There’s a limit there. I love that!

That, to me, is like the human expression of, ‘I’m going to be as Christlike as I can, but if you keep pushing me, you’re going to bring the humanness out of me.’

That is exactly what it is.

I know I have been guilty of striking first and doing what I want and asking for forgiveness later. However, like the man on the train, I often find myself on the receiving end of the strike. My actions or intentions being misunderstood by someone else who didn’t take the time to try to understand before striking. It’s a horrible feeling.

I was caught by something in your sermon, you said, “without understanding comes great cost. Without understanding, it could have cost that adulterer’s life that day.” Now what struck me about that was the fact that we refer to her as ‘the adulterer’, but God doesn’t define us by our sins. Without understanding, it could have cost that WOMAN her life. She was a woman first and foremost above all other things. She was also an adulterer.

To that point, I love that Jesus says to her at the end of the narrative, ‘Woman, go therefore and sin no more.’ He didn’t say you adulterer. He doesn’t say you sinful person. He calls her by her God-given status as a woman. We see that as a derogatory term these days, to call a female woman. At that time it was as simple as, this is who you are. Like, hey you, go and sin no more. It wasn’t disrespectful then. I think that’s so true and this is going to come up this week immensely. This week I am going to spend a great deal of time in my sermon on the reasons we don’t love ourselves.

That’s going to be rough.

They’re deep and they’re powerful and unwavering. They are there. They are what they are. They are present, they are real, we deal with them. That’s just the reality, and for so many people they won’t walk into a church, for that reason. Which is understandable, but not fair, right? Because the reality is what we think of ourselves, and this is the point I’ll be making, is NOT what God thinks of us. We can grasp that. I do love this scripture as a great example of how He didn’t see her as that. He saw her as a woman who has made mistakes just like anybody else. He even acknowledges it. He says, go and sin no more. It’s not that He just blew right past it, but He doesn’t hold her to that. I think that’s huge.

And as a society, we don’t do that.

No. We hold people to the very sins that we THINK, or we know that they’ve committed. That’s not Christlike in reality. We’re not saying we don’t need to recognize it and even hold people accountable, because He does that. To hold a person under the image or weight of their sin like that? That’s not Christlike. He doesn’t do that.

Yeah, I think there’s an amount of “Christlike caution”, which is not a real phrase, that we use with people. I don’t think it’s un-Christlike to be concerned when dealing with someone who has a history of hurting others. You’re opening yourself up and giving ample chances, you’re being vulnerable because you’re trying to be Christlike, a little caution is just common sense. There is a difference between being aware and being accusatory, or judgmental, or overbearing about it.

Sure! Yeah, we’d all be in big trouble if that were the case because we all have a past. I say to people to never underestimate the transformative power of the Holy Spirit and the love of Christ and the presence of God in people’s lives.

That is so unbelievably true! Thank God, He doesn’t leave us where he found us!

The prayer that Pastor Chad shared with us reminded me of a country song by Martina McBride, which is the note I will end this week on. I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. See you on Sunday!

[literaturewithliz]

hi, can I please get a romantic match up for six of crows and cobra kai? im an intp, 5w4, slytherin, true neutral, and a capricorn. I'm cisgender and my pronouns are she/her, and I'm bisexual with a heavier preference for guys.

I'm 5 foot 3, fair skinned, and midsized/curvy. I also have shoulder length brown curly hair and light brown eyes. I'm usually some kind of fandom tshirt, cuffed jeans, and high top converse or combat boots.

My hobbies are writing (novels and poetry), reading (books and comics), baking, watching shows and movies, drawing/painting (even though I suck at it and it makes me upset half the time) and playing piano. I love mythology and ancient history, and I'm very interested in anthropology.

I dislike people with superiority complexes, fatshaming jokes, tight spaces, and the heat (I prefer the cold), and most outdoor roller coasters.

I struggle with social anxiety, so I can be a bit distant at first before getting closer to someone. but once i am, I talk a lot and often ramble about things I care about. I really like seemingly useless fun facts. I struggle with my emotions a bit, so I usually use humor to cope and i can be prone to letting things bottle up. I'm a very sarcastic, creative and resourceful. I pride myself on being a problem solver and giving my friends advice when they need it. I'm very loyal to my close circle of friends.

Thanks so much if you get to do mine :)

Thank you so much for the ask! You're also the first to request Cobra Kai!

(Six of Crows)

I match you with Kaz Brekker.

The moment I read that you pride yourself on being a problem solver, I was like KAZ. Let's be honest, most of the problems Kaz solves just create more problems, but still. I think he really admires your resilience. Another reason I chose Kaz for you was because you mentioned you're a slytherin, and I think Kaz is the basic representation of everything Slytherin stands for.

Also, in regards to your love of ancient history and mythology, i feel like Kaz would secretly be such a nerd about that stuff, and y'all discuss it together when Kaz isn't out killing people! I feel like your social anxiety is something Kaz takes into consideration all the time. He always let's you know about an event days in advance so you can emotionally prepare, lets you know the exact number of people going, and let's you know if you'll know anyone there. I feel like he cherishes your art, no matter how much you dislike it. Thinks you're the most talented person ever, I swear.

(Cobra Kai)

I match you with Robby Keene!

I think Robby would find your intelligence very attractive. He seems like a very smart individual himself, and he looks like the type of person who wouldn't mind you ranting about history for an hour. Your resourcefulness compliments his very well. In regards to your social anxiety, I think Robby has no problem if you don't really feel like going anywhere for dates sometimes. Hw would be totally down to just watch a movie and cuddle at your place. You said that you like to bake, and I feel like Robby would a d o r e anything you make for him. I think your personalities compliment each other very nicely.

Ranks so much for the ask!

[oryu404]

👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

YES. THANK YOU.

Well then, as you've unlocked the door to where my obsession is stashed when I'm supposed to be productive in other ways, I guess I'll add a few thoughts.

I'm sure that, in a way, f!Rogue killing Sting and took his powers. What I refuse to believe is that it's that simple and straightforward. You've raised a few excellent points regarding the different timelines and how they might have affected their mindsets and mental state. I'm 100% with you on the fact that the dragon fight after the games, fighting for their comrades and all that, cemented something very important for them, both internally and in the eyes of the other guilds. And even the grand banquet afterwards would have been huge. That was likely the first time they had decent socializing and started to forge bonds with others.

But let's look at the bond between them. While we don't know a lot about their pasts, how or when they met or joined saber, there's a few things we do know. Sabertooth wasn't a place where friendships were encouraged (understatement). Yet there they were, two boys of the same age, with the same type of magic, both having killed their dragon foster parent, both having or at some point acquiring an exceed, and both looking admiring an other dragon slayer. You can't convince me they wouldn't have bonded over that stuff, especially after Natsu and Gajeel (but also Laxus and Wendy) disappeared with the Tenrou crew, leaving Sting and Rogue as the last remaining dragon slayers. (Note that I'm not counting Erik/Cobra here as I'm not sure if they were aware of him and all that, and I'm not even touching the slayers from 100yq).

They've actually proven to have bonded over something. They were known and notorious as the twin dragons, the word twin here kind of implying that they are an inseparable duo. And you know what they say about twins having such a strong bond? Unison raids were said to be extremely difficult to master, and the wiki even mentioned that the participants have to be so close they could almost read each other's thoughts (or something like that. Apologies for not providing sources and pics, I'm at work and am supposed to be doing other stuff but the brainrot compels me). Now that's probably not to be taken literally, as Lucy and Juvia weren't THAT close when they pulled theirs off, but in that moment their hearts/spirits were "as one". And then we have Sting and Rogue, who have not just mastered the technique in the friendship-is-weakness environment of sabertooth; they can seemingly whip one out whenever they feel like. Like it's nothing. Part of their usual repertoire.

So yes, you're absolutely right about Sting being a pillar for Rogue as well, and the other way around.

As for whatever happened to f! rogue in his timeline when Frosch died...of course all any of us can do is speculate. Present Rogue was supposed to go on that avatar mission with Minerva, whom they'd brought back to Sabertooth after tartaros. Who knows if that would've happened in the other timeline? He might've gone with Sting, who would then have been forced to do damage control when Frosch was killed. If Gray was at fault for Frosch's death, then my guess is that Rogue would have unleashed his emotions on him first, like how Sting took out Jiemma after what he did to Lector. But Sting has shown to be pretty protective of Rogue (catching that arrow for him in their introduction scene was hardly necessary), and Rogue killing or trying kill Gray would have definitely put him in danger. So Sting could and I believe he likely would have intervened or joined in that fight (doing exactly what the present Rogue thought–the whole thing about if the darkness would consume him), Rogue lashed out in blind rage and grief, mortally wounding him, and then taking his powers. At that point, he'd lost both of his pillars, and taking Sting's powers would be like keeping a part of him with him. The grief would have driven him insane and bitter, so it's reasonable to think that after all these years he speaks about it so arrogantly. But again, it's a lot of speculation and what ifs, but that's the kind of scenario I'm thinking went down.

Aaaalllrighty then, now that I've once again rambled on for far too long about these two, I'm going to try my best and not stare blankly ahead foaming at the mouth about them, and do my actual job. Hopefully.

I made this post a few days ago and was asked for more input on Sting's character in regards to future Rogue so here's some more thoughts:

enjoy <3

Future Rogue explicitly says he killed Sting and took his power but I have my doubts about that:

f!Rogue said to Natsu that in one year from the games Frosch would be killed by Gray and thus his pillar would be gone and he would succumb to the shadow, meaning during Avatar Gray and Rogue would fight.

But Tartaros happened before Avatar, and during this arc we witness Sting and Rogue's first shown improvement after swearing change in the name of Sabertooth, which culminates in both of them killing Jienma and erasing Sabertooth's ugly past for good. also using a unique unison raid that only they can do <3

Which solidifies the fact that Rogue is no longer intimidated by his shadow because, as he said himself, Sting would be able to kill it. He no longer lives haunted by the thoughts of his shadow taking over him because he knows Sting will always be there to protect him.

But this obviously all happened in the good future where the world didn't end and now THIS is where the fun begins.

What happened in the bad future where f!Rogue is from?

If my memory serves correct f!Rogue later revealed that his plan was to open the gate of Eclipse to let dragons from the past in and rule them to overcome Acnologia, who would soon descend and raise the world into chaos.

Now I don't think he gave an exact date as to when would this be but, Acnologia did indeed appear later during Tartaros so we're going to assume that's when the apocalypse started in the bad timeline.

And let's rewind for a sec to what happened in the good timeline's Tartaros: Sting and Rogue helped Fairy Tail, saved Minerva and killed Jienma, which is a direct consequence of what f!Rogue did during Eclipse.

I explain:

What would have happened after the games ended in this bad timeline? Would Sting have accepted to become Sabertooth's new master? His resolution begins when he gives up before Erza and the rest during the final battle but I don't think he really makes up his mind about it until the dragons are attacking the city and he fights to protect his guild, both he and Rogue do.

It's not until both of them are fighting at the end of the world that they realise what made Fairy Tail the strongest guild, and even after having tecnically lost, this battle gave them something f!Rogue probably didn't expect.

It gave them hope.

So can we really assume they would've followed the same path had they not fought the dragons? I find it absolutely marvelous and poetic how f!Rogue, having lost all sense of compassion, hope and having nothing left but rage, wanting to cast his revenge in this new timeline indirectly saved him and his beloved from the horrors he had to endure.

Which brings me back to my first statement. In the bad timeline Sting was left with nothing after the games ended, sure Jienma was gone, he got Lector back and he had Rogue but what was he supossed to do from there on? Without the cataclysm of the Eclipse gate I assume he'd want nothing to do with Sabertooth again, or maybe he did, but then as Tartaros arrived maybe the guild had not yet gone through the experience of truly fighting along your peers to protect them, none of the guilds had. except, yknow, fairy tail but they're literally the mcs here

We can't forget that they were fighting literal demons here, plus Acnologia himself. -Again taking in mind the experience of fighting dragons had also not happened here-

You could also argue that the FACE project the Tartaros gates had planned might've actually worked in this timeline, which would result in over half of the population or more being left without magic to fight, it's understandable the world fell into chaos pretty quickly and a huge number of people died, as we saw in f!Lucy's timeline.

And Sting and Rogue were probably neither mentally nor physically prepared to fight all of this right after the magic games, they didn't have time to bond with their guildmates after Jienma died the same way they did in the good timeline, hell I'd even argue Sting was probably in a worse state because he got his emotional and physical strenght tested back then and there's no way he'd recover from that in such a short time with only Rogue's help.

Throughout the manga we see how Sting is the uplifting half of this duo, he's the one who constantly reassures Rogue and the rest of the guild, he's taken his admiration for Natsu and learned from it in that sense, but is bad future Sting like this? Is he able to smile and shine a path to the people he loves, is he able to fight for them?

In my head f!Rogue didn’t kill Sting because Sting likely gave up fighting or chose to sacrifice himself. that being to give Rogue another chance to live or because he knew one of them would die and he knew he wouldn't be able to live without Rogue is up to interpretation :)

And this proves to me that neither can live without the other, when Sting died f!Rogue either lost his mind and gave into grief not fully, he would after Frosch's death and took his powers in order to survive or to preserve a small part of Sting with him, which makes this shit sadder when his shadow fully takes over him and he's no longer concious of this, using his partner's power, the only power able to guide him and subdue him to kill without remorse.

f!Rogue said that Frosch was his pillar but I refuse to believe Sting is not a pillar for him as well, he may have fully lost against his shadow after losing Frosch but his relationship with Sting having ended simply with a "I killed him amd took his powers" I will not accept, Rogue lost half his heart when Sting died/was killed and Frosh was the last bit of sanity that remained of him after that, which was ultimately but not the only reason he wasn't strong enough to fight his shadow.

As you can see I have a lot to say about this arc and I would've given anything for it to be explored more but alas I've spent the last 6+ years rewritting the entirety of this manga in my head and I love to dive into the possibilities, like what could have happened if Sting had lost Rogue in that future? what happened to the rest of the Sabertooth's members? I can be here all day.

But anyways I feel I'm not good enough at expressing my thoughts in written form but I hope it's understandable enough? I'm growing more confident though so hopefully I can puke more nonsense about this two <33

[keeneschoices]

I'm begging the Cobra Kai writers to give us the fluffiest, corniest, most adorable and insufferably cute Keenry moments in s6!

they can still have badass moments, together and on their own, but take one look at them and tell me they don't deserve to just be happily in love for a moment (or a season)!

I want them flirting while sparring (like it was implied in that one scene in 4x10)!

I want them being protective over each other!

I want them calming each other down in stressful moments!

I want them to always be communicating after everything that happened between them!

I want them having lots of inner jokes (like probation or how easily they could kick each other's asses If they wanted to)!

I want Robby always complimenting Tory on something, both because he knows it gets her flustered and because he knows she deserves to know she's incredible (and her only response being "shut up, idiot" as she turns her head to keep him from seeing her blush)!

I want Tory being incredibly sweet and gentle with him in a way no one has seen her be before and everyone else be like ???? while Robby is just like "she's always been like that, you just haven't got to know her too well yet" while smiling at her!

I want them always finding a way to connect to each other whenever they are in the same room together, let that be a kiss, a hug, them holding hands, smiling at each other or just having a lot of eye contact because they can get each other just by looking at one another!!!

(look at the crumbles I'm willing to accept, yikes)

I want Robby calling Tory "Tor" but also pet names like "honey" and "my love" and Tory, not being a very pet-name kind of person, being the only one who can call him "Robs"!

I want their fucking "I love you" moment to either be something huge and breathtaking because they are each finally in relationship with someone that loves them for them and doesn't have eyes for anybody else but them, or just be the simplest, most natural thing in the world that just comes out at the right time because yes, they're in love, isn't that common knowledge by now? (even though they do get a little emotional with it still, because it is a big deal for both characters, knowing their relationship history, whether they like it or not)!

I want them having many family moments with Kenny and Devon and actually act like they're their parents ("these kids are gonna give me gray hair soon" "as long as you don't start a karate business to try and take over the world, I think that’s not too bad, Tor" "damn, that was exactly what I was thinking of doing" "naturally")!

I want Johnny annoying the living shit out of Tory in regards of her relationship with his son just to mess with her and Robby being like "holy shit, my girlfriend might murder my dad, who I just made up with" but she's actually only a bit annoyed and overall happy that she gets to have these interactions!

I want a fucking double date, alright? A double date that ends well and without any fights! While I don't really ship Samguel, I don't dislike them either and would love If the four of them could have a few hours to themselves without any jealousy, any insults and having them just be in love and happy their rivalries are mostly over (but pls don't let it be in Golf 'N Stuff! I love that place and I think it would be the perfect set-up for a double date with these four, but it's been overused and I'm kind of tired of it)!

I want to see Robby spending time at Tory's house and spending time with her brother, who loves him very much so, and maybe her mother!

I want the roller-skating/skateboarding date I talked about after s4 dropped (If you were here by then, you know what I'm talking about)!

I want them being domestic together! Like, have a scene where Tory wakes up without anyone by her side in bed and she gets a dreadful feeling that Robby just up and left, but then she smells something good coming from the kitchen and when she goes over there, she sees Robby in a cute little apron someone gave her as a gift (which she has barely even used), making them and Brandon breakfast! And then she has to go to work and he has to go to the dojo earlier but neither of them want to go so they just clinge to each other a little longer before parting! And to add the cherry on top of the cake, have a scene in which he gets to Tory's house before her and gets in (because he obviously has the keys), and when she gets home after work and after picking up her brother in school, she immediately says "honey, I'm home" as a joke and because she knows he would already be there. And he is! He is either on the couch, relentlessly scrolling through his phone, or talking to Tory's mom to spend more time with her and get a few good stories from his girlfriend's childhood, or cooking them all dinner!

I want a whole fucking fanfic of Keenry in s6! Is that too much to ask for?

(I know I won't get most, If any, of this but a girl can dream, right?)

(add onto the list If you'd like, all ideas are welcome)

[miyagihawk]

hey! i don't know if you are still taking requests, but... can you pls write a very sweet miguel x reader? like, him getting all "grr" because of jealousy or something like that 🥺 i had a very difficult month nd i think it will cheer me up! love your account and everything you write is amazingg 🤍

ahh im sorry to hear that :( everything gets better love! i hope this helps, tysm for the support <3

jealous | miguel diaz x reader

warnings: swearing, that’s it :)

summary: your boyfriend miguel gets jealous because you’re so close with his best friend

“I just feel like... I want to change for her. But I don’t even know if it’s worth it, you know? She’s clearly moved on,” Hawk ranted to you, and you nodded in understanding.

You were both sitting on the curb outside the dojo because Hawk pulled you aside to talk after karate practice.

“I think that you shouldn’t change for anyone else. If you change for you, she’ll notice that. And you don’t know if she’s moved on,” you answered, giving your friend an assuring smile.

You never would’ve expected this little friendship you have with Hawk. When you first joined Cobra Kai, he honestly intimidated you. But after you bumped into him at the dojo when he had just broken with Moon, you found yourself being the person he confided in. He was in an emotional state, and for some reason he trusted you. After that, Hawk turned to you when he needed to talk, and you did your best to give him advice.

“I don’t know, Y/N, she seemed really happy with that girl at the part-” the sound of someone clearing their throat cut him off. You both turned around to see your boyfriend Miguel looking somewhat irritated.

“Hey man,” Hawk nodded at him, then gave you a look to tell you that it’s okay for you to go.

You stood up and awkwardly waved goodbye, before going up to Miguel and taking his hand. He seemed stiff, but he still interlocked his fingers with yours.

Once you walked to his car, there was a weird silence between you two, and it left you wondering if you did something wrong.

“Are you good?” you spoke, nervously tapping your fingers on your knees. Miguel kept his eyes on the road as he drove, and all he had was a blank look on his face.

“I’m fine. Why?” he answered shortly, not looking at you. You already knew something was up from his tone, and you racked your brain for any reasons as to why. School went fine, he got an A on his math test. During practice, he finally got the kick he’s been working on for weeks. So if anything, you thought he would be happy.

“I don’t know, you’re just acting strange,” you confessed.

He didn’t say anything for a minute, and it made you anxious. But finally he spoke, “So you and Hawk have been getting close?”

You weren’t expecting the question at all, and at first you had no idea where it was going. “Uh... yes?”

“You guys have been hanging out a lot,” Miguel commented, and you were beginning to understand his tone. He parked the car in front of his apartment complex, because you two always do your homework together after practice. But you both stayed in the car, not finished with the conversation.

“Yes? You know him, Miguel. He doesn’t have a lot of people to talk to about... things,” you trailed off, not wanting to spill anything that Hawk trusted you with.

“But it just has to be my (S/O) right?” he snapped, and you finally got it. You had to hold back your laugh at the sudden realization of why he was acting like this.

You pinched his cheek playfully, surprising him in his angry state. “Is someone jealous?” you teased.

He glared at you with his warm brown eyes, “Jealous? No. Why would I be jealous,” he scoffed, but you could tell he was hiding a smile.

“You are!” you let out your held giggle. The mood between you was a lot lighter, and you felt relieved that you didn’t do something seriously wrong that you weren’t aware of.

You reached over the center console to put your hands on his cheeks and pepper his face with kisses. Miguel groaned, but you know he loves it when you do that. After your shower of kisses, you placed the last one on his lips, letting him lift you up by your waist and carry you onto his lap.

After a long deep kiss, you kept your hands playing with his hair as you faced him. He hugged you close to his chest, and it made you happy that his guard was now down compared to earlier.

“Hey, you have nothing to be worried about, okay? I don’t want anyone but you, and it’s always gonna be like that. It’s always gonna be you and me. No one can take me away from you that easily,” you told him, butterflies taking over your own stomach at your profession.

“I’m sorry. I never want to be that guy, and it’s not that I don’t trust you... I just can’t help it. Everyone wants you, and I guess that makes me insecure sometimes. I’m sorry,” Miguel confessed, nervously scanning your face as you still straddled him.

Your heart warmed at his admission. You never really thought Miguel was the jealous type and you didn’t think too much about how he would feel about you and Hawk’s new friendship. But you weren’t mad that he was jealous; if anything you thought it was cute.

“Everyone wants me? I’m the one dating the All Valley champ,” you joked, nudging his shoulder playfully. “I get it though. I hate the mere thought of you with someone else. But we just have to trust each other, alright? No more of that passive aggressive shit.”

“No more of the passive aggressive shit,” he repeated in understanding, leaning in to kiss you again. You deepened it, humming in contentment.

“I love you,” you felt yourself say after pulling away. You weren’t even aware that you said it until you saw his mouth fall open in surprise. “Wait- I- I didn’t-”, you tried to save yourself, but you couldn’t deny your feelings and take it back.

You and Miguel have only been dating for a few months; you promised each other to take it slow after you both had just come from relationships that went too fast and failed. So for these past months you’ve danced around the forbidden “L” word, even though you’ve felt it since you met him.

Miguel’s shocked face turned into one of pure happiness, filling you with relief. “I love you too. So much. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to say that,” he breathed, caressing your cheek softly with his hand.

“Me too,” you said.

[cobrakaisb]

hi bestie! i’ve had this idea for a while, but i haven’t seen it. can you do like a head cannon of what miguel, robby, and eli/hawk would be like as an older brother? it can be totally based off what you think :) thank you <3

of course! sorry it took me a while but i needed to to be perfect. i also added two bonus boys at the end (hope you don’t mind). little note: i wrote this with a fem reader in mind because of the mentions of periods. 

Having the Cobra Kai boys as older brothers

miguel:

you and miguel are so close

the age difference does not affect him at all

he is very protective of you before cobra kai

but once he joins cobra kai that over protectiveness 📈📈📈

let’s just say that this kid is bothering you

miguel definitely notices and scares them off

you act annoyed about it, but you’re highkey grateful that he did that

“my brother is the all valley champ so back the fuck off”

you were so excited for him at the all valley

you wore one of his cobra kai shirts and everything

miguel is so supportive of whatever extra curricular you do

karate? yes he stans, theater? you bet he’s at all your shows, dance? you know he’s bringing you some flowers, another sport? he’s at every game cheering for you

miguel knows about periods, and he has no shame in buying you tampons/pads

“hey y/n, i noticed you were running low so i got you some more” 🥺🥺 

you wear his hoodies all the time

they are very big on you, but very comfy

you help him with sam

“i punched her in the face” “what why?”

“y/n what do you think about this?” “it looks great miguel. sam will love it”

when he dates tory you're a little on edge about it

“miguel, weren’t you like trying to win sam back two days ago?” “i like tory now” “okayy” 

johnny loves you as much as he loves miguel

y’all hang out together

his friends are your friends and vice versa

your friends definitely think that miguel is cute but “eww that’s my brother”

when miguel is in the coma you blame johnny

“he showed mercy because of you! you did this!”

but then you cry into his chest

when miguel wakes up you’re at school

you don’t find out until after school when carmen picks you up

you hug him so tight, rambling about how much you love him

“i love you too y/n now get off me”

you can’t keep up with his love life

“y/n i’m with sam again” “what?” 

overall your bond is amazing and you couldn’t ask for a better brother

robby:

you and robby both live with your mother (because we aren’t basic here)

you’re the odd one out (your mom does drugs and robby sells them)

“you got caught with molly? i thought you and sara were hooking up?” “the drug y/n”

when robby starts being friends with those punk kids, the two of you start to drift

you actually go to school, unlike him

“just skip y/n” “no robby”

it isn’t until he gets back on track because of daniel that you two start getting close again

“i’m gonna get back on track y/n i promise” and you believe him

you go to the skatepark with him

he skates while you read or draw or skate (whatever you’re into tbh)

when you’re on your period robby will buy you stuff, but he doesn’t like to

he feels so awkward about it

“um are these the right ones?” “yes thank you”

robby gives the best hugs (idk why he just does)

i feel like robby is also really good at reading emotions

like he knows when you’ve had a bad day at school or when you’re stressed about something

he also knows how to cheer you up :)))

“i know you did not just eat cereal with water???” “and what about it?”

when your mom comes back after being gone for days robby pulls you behind him

because he really doesn’t want you to be exposed to that

you cry into robby’s chest once she leaves

“why can’t she just be our mom?”

when daniel asks robby to move in with him he denies

but quickly explains that he can’t leave you

daniel tells robby that you can come too

“thanks for helping my brother mr.larusso, i really appreciate it”

you definitely walk in on robby and sam making out at some point

“hey robby- oh my god i’m so sorry” slaps hand over eyes and immediately leaves the room

when robby pushes miguel off the balcony it's the first time you’re genuinely scared of him

you visit him in jail, but it takes awhile for you to go

“i’m sorry y/n” “i know robby”

you just understand each other

when robby joins cobra kai he tries to get you in too

you agree to one lesson, and know it’s not for you

you have many arguments about this

“he’s brainwashing you!” “he knows what’s best for me, for us!”

robby feels so betrayed when he finds out you’re staying with johnny

the two of you definitely drift after that, but you find your way back to each other, you always do

eli/hawk:

okay so before he flips the script you defend eli, no matter what

you cry with him about the bullies and definitely try to fight kyler more than once

you wear his sweaters (fight me on it)

you encourage him to do karate

when he flips the script you’re very happy for him he finally feels confident in himself and you love that for him

now the roles are reversed

hawk protects you now

no one even dares to look at you because they are scared of him

i feel like he has a tattoo for you, whether that's your name or your favorite flower idk but he gets one for you

“um wow okay we’re doing that now” “do you like it or not?” “yeah but i wasn’t expecting it”

sometimes he’ll let you pick his hair color “how about purple” “maybe” 😉

he definitely flirts with your friends “hello ladies!” “hi hawk!” “get out!”

you’re the only one that is allowed to call him eli

“eli i need ten dollars?” “for what?” “a snack” *hands over the money*

“eli can i have your sweatshirt? i’m cold” “yeah take it”

“i can’t, me and eli are going to the movies today”

one day you’re sitting with him and his minions (you refuse to call them friends) at lunch

“so eli” -one of the cobra kais “shut the fuck up! you can’t call him that!” -you

hawk has a proud brother moment

anything that you do hawk is like “fuck yeah that’s my sibling!”

his friends are not allowed to look at you, talk to you, have a crush on you, or even think about you

“woah dude she’s hot” “that’s my fucking sister! stay away from her!”

“eli who’s your friend-” “NO!” 

as eli he will buy you period products but is very shy about it

as hawk he will not be caught dead in that isle of cvs

“eli i need them!” “i don’t care! i’ll drive you there and you can run in and get them”

when hawk breaks demetri’s arm you don't speak to him for weeks

you confront him about his new behavior

“this is who i am!” “no it’s not! you’re not my brother!” 

you’re crying and then storm off to your room

that breaks him

is highkey the start of his redemption

when he’s at the fight at the larusso house, and he sees demetri about to get his arm broken, he thinks of your words: “you're not my brother!”

literally motivates him to fix things

you see hawk and demitri and just know that your brother is back

you hug him so tight

“you were right y/n. i’m sorry” “of course i was. i’m always right” “gee thanks” “love you”  

bonus demetri:

he is a nerd, you are a nerd

the two of you watch star wars, marvel, harry potter, etc. together 

“daddy anakin” “please shut the fuck up”

you want to punch him in the face because he is so sarcastic 

it gets on your nerves 

bust out laughing when johnny makes fun of his pi shirt 

“stop laughing” “if it’s funny i'm gonna laugh”

even though you’re a nerd you’re cool 

like you have a lot of friends in your grade 

“demetri if i don’t talk to you at the halloween party that’s why” gestures to his costume 

listen to his rants about how eli’s changed 

you try to give him advice, but it doesn’t work out

so proud of him when he joins miyagi-do

“i'm glad you’re stepping out of your comfort zone” 

demetri tries to get you to join miyagi-do

if you do join great more sibling bonding

if you don’t join no biggie y’all are still besties

y’all go to the comic book store together

its sibling bonding time

you threaten to fight hawk after the laser tag thing 

“hey asshole you leave my brother alone!” 

you sign his cast first

you definitely write some inside joke that only the two of you understand

you see him kissing yas and do a whole 🤮

“so you dating yas?” “idk why” “just checking”

very obvious about your distaste for her

when him and hawk become friends again you’re very wary

“he broke your arm” “he apologized” “he broke your arm!!!”

eventually you and hawk are on semi decent terms

“demetri forgave you and that’s fine but i’m still not over it”

your relationship = the perfect mix of love and teasing  

bonus bonus king bert 🙌🏻:

you are older than him by like a year

but you’re still besties for life 

you’re very proud of him when he joins cobra kai

“im joining a karate dojo” “period pop off”

you always ruffle his hair 

cheer for him at the all valley

“yeah bert!”

but also like you can’t watch 

when he gets eliminated you cringe 

he’s sad about it 

“i just wanted to impress you” “im very impressed bert, you did great” 

your opinion matters so much to him

he’s such a small cinnamon roll 🥺🥺

seeing him with the older cobra kai boys makes you soft

“y/n i’m going out with hawk and miguel can you drive me?” 

bert admires you a lot, like you are his hero

y’all are the best sibling duo and that’s on period

[diaphragmjellyfish]

What Did I Miss?

So this blog has grown a ton in the last couple of months. Going into this year, I had maybe 15 followers. Now, I’m at 100. That might not seem like a lot to some of you, but to me, that’s 100 people who love my writing. 100 people who find comfort and joy in the things I put out there. And it means so much to me <3 I always wanted to be a writer, but always felt like I got lost in the sea of content. I couldn’t come up with anything original or anything that would get noticed. And then I started writing for Cobra Kai. It’s a pretty small fandom so anything put out there gets seen. Then, I started writing what I wanted to read. Vaginismus smut/ general feminist fics are a niche that has almost no writers, but so many of you have sent me private messages saying how much those fics mean to you. So, to honor all 100 of my new followers, I have combined my two genres. I now present to you… Eli Moskowitz x vaginismus!reader. I hope you love it! 

You have been doing your physical therapy for about a year now. It was a long process, full of ups and downs, good days and bad days, but you were proud to say you were done! The biggest dilator could be easily inserted with the right amount of lube. It made you feel more...normal. Let’s just say, you weren’t exactly the most popular girl in school. People didn’t notice you. And when they did, it was “who’s that shy girl that hangs out with those losers?” Yup. Your best friends, Demitri and Eli, were the only people you really felt comfortable around at school. You found each other back in elementary school, because everyone else was making friends and running around on the playground, while you three just wanted to stay inside and play board games. So you weren’t cool, which you were okay with. But being diagnosed with vaginismus a year ago after almost passing out trying to put in a tampon had made you feel like even more of a freak. You couldn’t do the one thing girls were wanted for. You’d be alone forever. 

But it was over. You could have sex. At least, you thought you’d be able to. You never actually tried before. What if it put you right back to square one? What if you totally embarrassed yourself in front of a guy you liked? These thoughts zipped through your mind at the speed of light, faster than you could keep up with, when something snapped you back into reality. 

“Y/N?” Eli asked timidly. You guys were hanging out in his basement waiting for Demitri to show up so you could start your Lord Of The Rings marathon. Your head snapped up, eyes locking with his. 

“Yeah? Sorry,” you laughed awkwardly. You had been thinking about sex while hanging out with Eli. That wasn’t cool. 

He studied your face for a second. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, everything is fine. Is everything okay… with you?” You questioned back, trying to play it cool. 

“Umm, yeah. You’ve just been spacing out a lot today.” You were about to make up a reply when his phone buzzed on the coffee table in front of you guys. He reached over to pick it up, scanning the screen before letting out a soft sigh. “Demitri’s mom is making him repaint their kitchen. He’s not gonna be here until 9.” He looked at your face at this for a reaction. 9 o’clock.  It was 7 right now. That left you with 2 hours to be alone, here, with Eli. There weren’t many times where it had been just the two of you. Demitri was always there as a talkative icebreaker, and you hadn’t truly appreciated it until now. It was getting awkward. 

You both sat there quietly, staring at the black TV. Neither of you were very talkative people. This was probably what it was going to be like the first time you tried to have sex with someone. Awkward, quiet, and the guy would probably leave when he realized he had to be beyond gentle because of your vaginismus. Yeah, you were thinking about sex a lot lately. But you’d just finished your therapy, so of course you were wondering about all the possibilities now. 

“Y/N,” Eli spoke, this time making you jump a little. You had been spacing out again. “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to drive you home?” 

“No! I mean, thanks, but I’m okay. Just have a lot on my mind today,” you laughed shyly. 

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked hesitantly. 

A pause. You definitely were not about to tell Eli about all your vagina problems, but you were itching to vent your concerns. Maybe you could just phrase it in a way so that he wouldn’t know what you were talking about. 

“I- I kind of have this thing.” You looked up at him, gaging his reaction. He was listening intently, no sign that he was about to say anything, so you kept going. “Basically, I’ve been doing physical therapy to fix it for the last year, and I’m finally done. So I’ve just been thinking about… all the things I can do now. I mean now that I’m… healed.”  

Sensing that you were done, he asked, “You seem nervous about it.” 

“I mean yeah. It kind of opens me up to a whole new world of experiences. But I still need to, I guess be careful? Take it slow. And I’m worried people might not want to… be a part of it.” 

He nodded, thinking about what you had just said. He was wildly confused, you had never seemed injured before, but he didn’t want to push you to talk.

So instead, he just said “Well I’ll always be here for you. Anything you want me to be a part of, I’m down.”

You thought about this. Eli was so understanding and supportive. He always had been. If you couldn’t tell him, you couldn’t tell any guy. Maybe this would be good practice for the conversation you’d inevitably have to have with someone. 

“Thanks. You kind of can’t be a part of it, though. I mean, it’s just really… personal.” He didn’t seem hurt by this, so you decided to let him in. “It’s kind of hard to talk about. Basically, it just causes me a lot of pain whenever I try to... “ you made some unintelligible hand gestures, hoping he would get what you meant without you having to say the word. He just shook his head no, showing that he didn’t understand. “Like, whenever I put something… inside.” You blushed deeply at this, giving Eli another hint about what you might mean. You were staring at the floor. He said nothing, and when you looked back up at him, he too was bright red. “Sorry. I’m probably making you really uncomfortable. I can just go and come back later when Demi-” 

“Y/N, it’s okay. You don’t have to go.” 

A pause. “Okay,” you replied. 

“You said that you were.... Healed. So does that mean you can, like, do stuff now?” he was still staring at the floor, fiddling with his hands as he said this. 

“Technically, yeah. I just still need to like… take it slow. And I guess I’m just nervous that no guy is gonna want to have to deal with that.”

“Well then they’re stupid,” he scoffed. You looked up at him, shocked at his little show of emotion. “Sorry. I just mean that, I know what it’s like to feel like no one will ever want you like that. And it’s dumb. You’re really cool. And smart, and funny… and pretty. And if there’s a guy that doesn’t want you just because he’s gonna have to be gentle, well he’s a grade-A asshole.” 

You laughed loudly at this, which made Eli smile at you. “Thanks. That’s really sweet of you to say,” you smiled. “And if you’re talking about your scar when you say you know what it feels like, don’t worry about that. You’re totally cute and any girl would be lucky to kiss you.” His earlier words had you feeling bold, so you figured you would compliment him back. Guys almost never got compliments, especially quiet guys like Eli, so you felt like it was important to give him the same kindness he had given you. He turned so red, he looked like he wasn’t breathing. 

“That’s not true. I mean, thanks for being nice, but no girl at school has ever wanted to kiss me.” 

Well, here’s your chance. You guys were in his basement alone, the lights were turned down, and you guys just had a super personal conversation. So you went for it. “I can think of one girl who would be honored,” you whispered into the dimly-lit room. 

You could feel his head snap up at this. You were staring at the TV again, but his gaze was piercing. The air was thick, so you turned your head to look at him. He was in awe, looking at you like you were the warm sun on the first day of spring. You guys had been sitting on opposite ends of the couch, but you scooted close to the middle. Eli looked panicked, but pushed it away, swallowing hard before scooting to meet you. He was practically shaking with nerves. Were you really about to kiss him? In answer, you looked down at his lips, then back up at his eyes. You slowly leaned in, Eli frozen in place, scared to ruin the moment. Your lips barely touched his, being sure to ghost over his scar, before you pulled away a few inches and opened your eyes. You smiled at him, and once he realized that you had just kissed him on purpose and liked it… 

You gasped as he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, leaning back in to kiss you again, slightly deeper this time. His lips were soft, but firm. He tasted like cherry chapstick and the coca cola he’d been drinking. This wasn’t your first kiss, but you knew it was his. You knew you would have to lead. So, you brought your hands up around his neck and swiped your tongue lightly over his bottom lip. You heard him sigh, and then felt him open his mouth as his tongue met yours. Sure, it was his first kiss, but damn he was a natural. Shortly after this, you pulled away again. 

“Woah,” he said, looking at you with a twinkle in his eye.

“Woah,” you parroted with a giggle. 

“Thanks,” he said awkwardly. You laughed at this, throwing your head back. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Eli. I wanted to.” There was a beat of silence as he rubbed his thumb over your cheek. 

He said honestly, “Well I kind of feel bad now. You helped me with my problem but I didn’t help you with yours.” Your smile dropped, thinking about what he was implying. “Wait, I didn’t mean it like that! I swear I’m not trying to like take advantage of you or something. I just meant that-” 

“I know what you meant. It’s fine.”  You smiled again. You knew Eli would never try to convince you to have sex with him like that. Seeing him flounder reminded you of how sweet he really was. The kind of guy you hoped you would be able to have sex with one day. “Honestly, I’ll probably just do it to get it over with. And if it hurts, I’ll just go back to therapy, and if not, great. But the anticipation is kind of killing me.” 

“Oh… well you should still do it with someone who cares about you. I mean, it’s your choice, but don’t just pick some random guy who’s not gonna care if he hurts you.” Eli was so heartfelt when he said this, you could have cried. He actually understood. And cared. And the moment was pretty intimate. 

“So you’re saying I should do it with a nice guy.”

“Well, yeah,” he responded as if it was obvious. 

“Are you a nice guy, Eli?”

He was quiet, thinking about all the meaning behind that simple sentence. After a few seconds, he nodded. You leaned back in to kiss him again, this time with much more passion. He took initiative this time, being the first to swipe his tongue over your lip and into your mouth. His hands moved from your face to your waist, supporting you when you moved to straddle his lap. You guys made out like this for a while, lost in the feeling of each other’s lips. When you finally pulled away, you were both breathing hard. 

“Wait, wait,” he stopped you from moving back in. “Are we doing this right now?” 

“Do you not want to?” you felt a pang of rejection at this. Making to move off his lap. He grabbed you firmly by the hips. 

“Are you seriously asking me that question? The girl I’ve had a crush on since 3rd grade is sitting in my lap making out with me right now. Of course I’m into it.” You smiled at this. “I guess I just feel like I want to know more about your… thing first. I don’t want to hurt you.” You were definitely making the right choice here. Eli was so genuinely kind, you knew for sure in that moment you wanted to do this with him. 

“Okay. It’s a condition called vaginismus. Basically, my pelvic muscles get super tight as like a reflex whenever I try to… do anything. And that makes it super painful,” you explained. 

He nodded in understanding before asking, “And the physical therapy? How does that work?”

“Well, there are these things called dilators,” you blushed at this. “They come in a bunch of different sizes. You start with the smallest one, and just condition your body to relax while you put it in. And when you can do it with no pain, you move up to the next size. The smallest one is like the size of my pinky, and the biggest one is like… you know.” 

“A dick?” He asked as you both laughed. 

“Yeah.” 

There was a beat of silence before he looked at you in a way that said he was completely committed. “What do you need me to do?” he asked. You felt yourself tear up a little at this. Ever since you got diagnosed, you always imagined perfect scenarios in your head in which the guy you were with asked you that question. Of course, you always believed it would stay a fantasy. No guy would realistically care this much. But it turns out there was a guy, and he was right in front of you your entire life. You leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss, which caught him a little off-guard. 

You then leaned back and began to explain. “Usually when I do my therapy, I’ll start with some breathing exercises. And then get my dilator and some lube and just kind of, sink down on it? And then I just stay there for as long as I can. Obviously sex involves a lot more movement, which is kind of the part I’m nervous about.” 

“We can go super slow. And if it ever hurts, even a little bit, I want you to tell me, okay?”

You nodded. “Are you sure you want to? I know you just had your first kiss and I want to make sure you’re ready, too.” 

“I’m ready. I hope this doesn’t make you uncomfortable, but I’ve actually imagined this situation before… a lot,” he murmured the last part. 

You laughed, and awe’d at his cuteness. “As long as you’re sure.” 

“I’m sure.” 

He leaned in to kiss you again, starting slow and building in intensity. Once the kiss got heated, you grabbed his hands that were still lightly gripping your hips, and moved them down to cup your ass. He inhaled sharply and squeezed. You moved your hands from his neck down to his chest, sliding lower and lower until they were at the hem of his shirt, and then under to his bare stomach. He shivered, and then kneaded your ass harder. 

“Can I take this off?” you asked, tugging at his shirt. He nodded and leaned forward so you could pull the hem up and over his head, his hands only leaving you for a second before they resumed their previous position. 

Your own hands roamed his chest, before he slid his hands under your shirt, silently asking for you to take it off as well. Wordlessly, you reached down, gripped the bottom and pulled it off, Eli’s eyes going straight to your bra. 

“I would have worn something a little cuter if I thought we’d-”

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he cut you off. Your face turned bright red as you smiled down at your lap. “Hey,” he said as his thumb came to your chin to lift your face back up. And then he kissed you again, sucking lightly at your bottom lip, eliciting a soft sigh from you. You started to lightly grind your hips into his, and you could immediately feel that he was already hard. His hands gripped your ass firmly, helping to guide your movements. You felt a slight pleasure between your legs, so began to grind down harder, Eli moving his own hips back up into yours. His length brushed a certain spot that made you let out a small, involuntary moan. You slapped your hand over your mouth, eyes wide. He smiled, bringing his hand up to move yours off your mouth, and grinding into you even harder, with a new sense of excitement. He moved back in, but instead of bringing his lips to yours, he brought them to your neck, licking and sucking softly. You felt a rush of heat flow through you at this, never imagining that neck kisses would feel so good. 

“Oh, wow,” you whispered. You felt him smile- no, smirk, against your neck. Then, he moved one of his hands to your stomach, lightly brushing his knuckles across the skin, before untying your sweatpants. This excited you. He slowly brought his hand under the waistband, giving you plenty of time to tell him to stop. You didn’t, and he eventually felt the fabric of your underwear, opting to stay on top of them. He rubbed your center with one of his fingers clumsily. Eli obviously had never done this before, so you did your best to move your hips on his hand to try and give him the idea of what you wanted. He seemed nervous though, and didn’t really get the hint. 

“Small circles,” you instructed breathlessly. He brought his face out of your neck, furrowing his brows in concentration. He moved his fingers like you said in small circles on your left lip. You wanted to giggle, but didn’t want to hurt his feelings, opting for bringing your hand into your pants on top of his and guiding it to the right spot, moving his fingers in tight circles with slightly more pressure than he had been using right over your clit. You moaned softly at this, closing your eyes and furrowing your brows. Eli looked at you with an adorable excitement, proud that he was able to get you to make that sound, and knew that he wanted to hear it again. He got the hang of it pretty fast, and didn’t need your hand for guidance anymore, keeping the same pace and rhythm that you had shown him. 

“Oh my god, Eli,” you whispered softly in his ear, hips grinding against his hand once again. 

“Fuck,” he whispered back, more turned on than he had ever been just from watching you. At this, you brought one of your hands down to cup him through his pants. He hissed, sitting up straighter. His jeans made it hard for you to do much, though, so you said huskily, “Do you want to take them off?” He nodded, and you stood up and took your sweatpants off as he unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them off his legs. When he looked back at you, he saw that you were taking off your underwear too, so he did as well. 

Once he was naked and you were left in just a bra, he tentatively asked you, “Should I… get a condom?” 

You had completely forgotten about protection! That was pretty important, so you responded, “Yeah, do you have one?” 

“They handed them out in health class last month,” he said nervously, answering your implied question which was Why do you have one? He stood up, walking into his room through the doorway in the basement, returning shyly with a small silver packet. You were kneeling on the couch awkwardly, not really sure what to do, when he raked his eyes over your body. There was almost a predatory look in his eyes, one that you had never seen before in Eli. A sign of confidence hidden deep down. He suddenly stopped, as if realizing something, and said “I’ll be right back,” before running upstairs butt-naked. Thank God no one else was home! He returned with a jar of coconut oil in his hand. “I know you said you normally use lube, and I don’t really have any of that, so I thought we could use this? Or I can run to CVS and get some if you want, it’s up to you!” He added that last part hurriedly. 

You took the jar from him, opening it and gathering a small amount on your fingers before rubbing them together, testing the substance. “This should work just fine, thank you.” 

(Guys please don’t use oil as lube, it can break down the condom! Sorry for the 4th wall break!)

He looked at you for guidance, questioning, “So, how do you want to do this?” 

You looked around for a second, before deciding “You can sit down again. I think I want to be on top. Just so I have more control and stuff.” He nodded understandingly and went to sit back down on the couch, holding his hands out to you as you straddled his hips once more. 

“This?” he asked as he brought his hand up to your bra strap, slipping it down your shoulder in a wordless plea to take it off, which is exactly what you did. When your breasts were exposed, you thought Eli’s eyes were going to pop out of his head. He never thought he’d see actual boobs one day, and here they were, right in his face, attached to his naked crush who was sitting on his lap. What a day. He brought his hands up to gently cup them, making you smile at his softness.

“Having fun?” you joked. He just looked at you and giggled, nodding his head. You took the condom packet and opened it, sliding the slippery rubber out. “Do you have any idea how to use this?” You questioned with a laugh. 

“Yeah, here,” he took it from you, placing it on the tip of his dick and rolling it down the length, inhaling sharply at the feeling. He reached for the coconut oil once more and took a finger-full, melting it between his hands and spreading it all over the condom, before taking the remainder on his fingers and rubbing softly at your center. He watched your face intently for any signs of discomfort as he did so. When he found none, he brought his pointer and middle finger back to your clit, rubbing circles once again, making you let out a sigh and tip your head back. He did this for several more moments, until your hips began to writhe. 

“Okay,” you said to tell him you were ready to try. 

“Hey, I just wanted to say… please don’t be insecure about anything. Take all the time you need, and if it hurts, we can stop and I won’t be disappointed or anything. I promise. I want you to be comfortable.” 

You kissed him in response, smiling as you pulled away. “Thank you.”

You sat up on your knees, taking his dick in your hand and lining it up with your entrance, rubbing it back and forth to distribute the lubricant. You closed your eyes, taking some deep breaths to relax your muscles, and lightly sank down in his tip. You stopped about an inch in to adjust, before lifting off and sinking back down again, 2 inches this time, before stopping to adjust once more. You kept this up until you could take about half of him comfortably, realizing it was taking a long time. You opened your eyes to look at Eli, and noticed that he had his eyes closed, brows furrowed, jaw clenched, breathing labored. Jesus, he was probably dying right now. 

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, full of embarrassment. His eyes snapped open at this. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he cooed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, embracing you. “Don’t you dare apologize.”

“It’s taking a long time and I can tell you’re not having fun,” you worried. 

“I’m having the time of my life right now, Y/N. Seriously. This is the most amazing feeling I’ve ever felt. Please don’t worry about me. This is about you.”

This was everything you really ever wanted. A guy who was giving you the time you needed to adjust and be comfortable. Why the heck were you questioning it??

You smiled lightly at his kind words, nodding your head in agreement, and then started your routine of up, down, pause, again. Several minutes later, you were fully seated on Eli’s cock. You didn’t move, instead saying “This is normally where I stop. I’m not really sure what to do now.” He brought his hands up to cup your face, kissing you softly. 

“I guess, you can stay like this for as long as you need? And then maybe we can try moving a little bit?” he answered. You nodded in response, and after a few moments, you lifted your hips and sank back down. The friction felt slightly uncomfortable, but you tried again nonetheless in an effort to power through it. This time, you felt a stinging sensation, wincing lightly but hoping Eli wouldn’t notice. He did. 

“Stop,” he muttered. 

“I can keep going,” you pleaded. 

“Y/N, I said stop.” You did. “You’re in pain,” he pointed out. 

“I’m fine,” you said, but avoided his gaze. 

“Why are you lying?” he questioned, sounding hurt, which made you finally look at him. 

“I- I… I don’t know. I want to be able to do this, but it stings,” you said sadly. 

“Well then we’ll stay just like this,” he said sweetly as he brought a hand up to pet your hair. You once again nodded, too mad at yourself to say anything. “You’re doing so good,” he added. 

Instead of answering, you leaned in to kiss him. Making out had been fun, but making out while Eli was inside you was a whole new level of intimacy. His hands wandered everywhere. First to cup your face, then down to squeeze your breasts, then to the small of your back and around to your ass. After a few minutes of this, he brought one of his hands back around and down to your center. And this boy was a fast learner. He had the exact right spot, rhythm, and pressure on the first try this time, making you moan softly into his mouth. He smiled into the kiss, proud that he got you feeling good again. He kept this up, careful not to change a thing. You felt a heat pool in your stomach, your center craving more, so you began to involuntarily grind your hips into his hand. 

You gasped as the tip of his dick put pressure on a certain spot inside you. He noticed your gasp, letting the hand that wasn’t on your clit go to your hip in an effort to guide you to grind against him some more. Once you realized this movement didn’t hurt, you rolled your hips over his. Not the up and down that you had tried before, but side to side, back and forth, and in circles. And it felt good. You began to let out small moans at the combination of the pressure inside you and the feeling of Eli’s fingers massaging you. His eyebrows began to furrow and his breathing labored. This was his first time, so the small movements you were making were enough to bring him to the edge. 

“Shit, Y/N,” he murmured. You moaned loudly in response, and the sound made Eli’s eyes roll back in his head. He had to think of the most un-sexy things just to keep himself from cumming. You guys kept at it for god knows how long, until you felt that heat in your stomach turn into a heavy knot about to unravel. 

“Eli, I think I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, almost surprised. You had not been expecting an orgasm during your first time. You kept grinding your hips at the same pace, hoping that he would keep doing exactly what he was doing with his fingers. And he did. Your moans got higher and higher in pitch as you got closer to the edge, your legs beginning to shake from the effort. Your stomach dropped, and you came hard, mouth open in a silent scream. 30 seconds later, you came down, finally opening your eyes to see Eli looking at you like you were an absolute goddess. You reached down to peel his fingers off you, the sensations becoming too much to handle. However, you kept grinding in an effort to get Eli to cum too. About a minute later, his eyes squeezed shut as his hips stuttered under you and he spilled into the condom.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the first thing he said was, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You huffed a laugh, “I’m more than okay. That was awesome.”

He looked relieved that you had had a good time, and nodded, “Yeah, totally awesome.” 

You gave him one last kiss before sitting up and pulling off of him. As you stood, your legs shook, knees threatening to give out. “Woah,” you murmured under your breath. 

“Here,” Eli said as he guided you by the waist to lay on the couch. He went into the bathroom and came out with a clean, damp towel and wiped you off as best he could before handing it to you to finish up. He gathered both of your clothes, handing yours back to you, when his phone once again buzzed on the coffee table. He picked it up when his face suddenly dropped. 

“Shit. Demitri’s here.” 

You both shared a shocked look before scrambling to get dressed. Eli threw the coconut oil and condom wrapper into the bathroom, and turned to notice your neck covered in hickeys. He ran into his room, grabbing a hoodie and walking over to you, motioning for you to put your arms up. He put the hoodie on you, and pulled your hair up through the hood to cover the sides of your neck. Just then, you heard the front door open and Demitri yell “Hey guys! You better not have started without me!” He rounded the corner and came down the stairs, looking at both of you sitting on opposite sides of the couch, staring at the black TV screen just as you had been exactly 2 hours ago. He plopped down on the couch in between you guys and grabbed the remote, switching it on. When he went to put it back on the coffee table, he noticed a small scrap of fabric on the floor. He bent down, grabbed, and held up your underwear. 

“Ok, what the fuck did I miss?”

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Johnny may be a betrayal of character arc, but Daniel is a betrayal of themes

Okay, first thing here is that I said before that it was going to be hard for me to explain why I have such mixed feelings about Daniel’s arc in s5, because there’s so much tying into his story, and that’s sort of it, right? back to basics, this is Daniel’s story, because everything connects to him in the end -- which means that anything else that doesn’t work ties back to what I struggle with in his story.

So I will make the choice here to try and leave the other characters (except for Miyagi a bit) out of it as far as is possible for someone like me. Because otherwise this would end up becoming an essay about the whole flipping show and how all the characters mirror back at Daniel, who is the carrier of the Legacy (both in-show and out-of-show)

Secondly, apologies to @gjdraws I can no longer tell what you said and what I said, but just assume that these are not all entirely my words -- there is probably also a bunch I read on others’ posts, apologies for the repetition you’re very smart people! -- generally apologies for the repetition in the text, I try my best, I’m not being graded on this

Third thing is that while I may occasionally be talking character arc, a lot of what I’m speaking to here is what I think about theme. Technically there are character beats that on their own could be cool, but as a whole are incoherent, because they haven’t been earned and/or are couched in Cobra Kai’s issues with Theme

Fourth thing is to acknowledge (speaking of themes) that some people in this fandom called that the show doesn’t like Miyagi season/s ago, and I in my sweet naivety internally went “no, surely not – they may not completely understand the ethos that created Miyagi’s character, but they’re trying to grapple with it. Daniel’s whole story after all is figuring out how to handle the enormity of Miyagi’s legacy passed onto him and how to honour it and what his philosophy of pacifism and non-violence means for his own life, especially now he’s faced with a recurrence of the stories that led him to Miyagi in the first place” *takes deep breath*

So, at this point, I concede… the show really doesn’t like Miyagi, in the sense that it thinks his philosophy and the narrative that led to that philosophy is quaint and naive and silly (and not cool) at best... and I think once I get this out of my system, maybe I’ll be able to get back into the bits of it that I like playing with, the stuff it promised and set-up -- a lack of pay-off doesn’t mean there isn’t a lot of interesting Stuff.

SO LET’S GET INTO SOME STUFF:

I’ve started calling it “The Tension of Daniel” – namely, how do white straight cis men of a certain Type who love the sports drama coming-of-age movie The Karate Kid come to terms with their main character being a skinny little mouthy kid who isn’t like Rocky or all those other guys who deserve to win because… well, look at those muscles! (Shhh, never mind that Rocky is about love, it’s his muscles!)

That Tension exists aaaaall the way through Cobra Kai, as many of us have called on numerous occasions. Daniel inhabits a role often given to female leads. His emotions are denied or made out to be ridiculous or hysterical. He “pretends” to have the moral high-ground, but he’s actually hypocritical as compared to the salt-of-the-earth direct talks-with-his-fists Johnny Lawrence. He’s just not quite as “cool” in his messiness and feelings. He is simply not as much of A Man in the “heroic lead of an American franchise type” as is comfortable. But of course he’s also not a woman (somethingsomething witness gender-essentialism in action).

Now the problem with Daniel not being as cool as Johnny (who has the decency to at least get blackout drunk and punch things when he feels things), is that he’s also one of the two heroes and he and Johnny are meant to find common ground. He’s the person with the most story backing him up (which means that in earlier seasons when his POV isn’t being respected by other characters we can fall back on the movies and remind ourselves why he’s reacting in xyz ways, even if the show itself doesn’t grace the audience with that perspective).

THE WRITERS DON’T LIKE DANIEL (YEAH YEAH WE KNOW):

-- Here’s where, instead of writing another 2000 words, I would redirect you to multiple posts written about how while Johnny’s narrative went from trying to deconstruct his story, Cobra Kai instead fell for how cool it was for everything to be solved with violence, provided it was at the right moment. (I have written several and I warrant you currently can’t spit in the Johnny Lawrence tag without coming across many more).

That ethos is the same for Daniel now, except rather than thinking he’s cool (they don’t) and that being the flaw in their writing him, they’re trying to “fix” him, to make him a more comfortable character for them.

Which means that by the end of this story Daniel isn’t trying to do what he seems to have been trying to do for the entire rest of it (including much of season 5!!!!) -- trying to understand Miyagi’s philosophy and reconstruct it for his own understanding of the world, while grieving him and honouring him, while also having the pain of the events that initially brought him to Miyagi dredged up, except this time without his help – it’s to see that what he really needs to solve his issues is to finally be a fucking man about them.

And for much of season five, this isn’t even the case: For the first half Terry Silver stalks and terrifies Daniel on multiple occasions. Several people have talked about the ways it appears sexual, like an abusive ex, like Daniel is framed in a way women often are – physically completely overwhelmed and disbelieved and/or minimized almost regardless of whom he goes to, and unable to speak about what he’s going through (almost like a survivor). @jenpsaki and @bobakick and @youandthemountains and @deputychairman (I’m sure there are others).

The difference between Daniel-now and Daniel-of-previous-seasons is that much of the menace is being shown onscreen (at last!) so Daniel is seemingly being validated by the narrative (at last!) -- here the obvious point that never is Daniel given the opportunity to really... talk about it. And he likely never will, because it’s all handled now, right?

Please let me know who pointed out the fascinating gendered role-reversal of Amanda disbelieving Daniel until Jessica backs up his narrative + actually gets to say a hell of a lot more than Daniel ever does.

But at the end of the story he wins against Terry in a fight, total role-reversal of episode 5, his wife and kids (family) watching on – no Johnny of course, not even Chozen. They weren’t important to Daniel’s journey I guess. They’re not “really” family in this context.

He’s risen above his original writing where he was wishy-washy and annoying and cared about complex conflict resolutions and he’s met Johnny halfway (which would be idk… still an alcoholic who’s trying to make it work I guess, but crucially correct when he thought that violence was the answer all along, even though that was what his story was meant to be deconstructing).

COOL DANIEL

I think this Very Cool Scene of Daniel finally winning comes at the cost of everything that makes him interesting to fans like us to begin with – all the unpalatably non-traditional-masculine traits that have made him up since day one: His pursuit of non-violence even when that’s a struggle, his complicated way of expressing his emotions, his lack of need to prove his masculinity in order to be worthy, and his past as a victim of others’ needs to prove the same, and a man who made him believe for a brief moment that he was special and how dealing with the aftermath of that + return of that man has sent him to some bad places that he’s trying to be honest about himself with. If anything he’s the character who is most self-aware (and most hyper-critical) of his own ability to make bad choices sometimes.

And despite Daniel’s new upgrade into masculinity-a-dude-audience-can-finally-root-for, the initial Tension is still there throughout most of the season: in the way that he’s never ever given a scene to properly talk about any of it in his own words (well, in s4 I guess but we never saw it so RIP -- sidenote I do want to know how many monologues Johnny gets vs Daniel) and in the way he doesn’t have the power to tell the story on his terms/drive the narrative (in the first half this makes sense – he’s on the back-foot, he doesn’t know how to defeat Silver, he wants to be protected, but in the last episode???):

In the last episode, Mike, Chozen, and Johnny decide to randomly attack Silver without Daniel’s consent (and don’t even end up bringing Daniel along). They set in motion the events that lead to the fight, not Daniel, not even Silver. There’s nothing that has happened thus far that suggests Daniel has recovered from what’s happened to him -- I acknowledge here the callback to Miyagi scene and getting to train with Johnny and Chozen, but none of that is about facing his fear. It’s a good step to something that could pay-off later, but it never does because Johnny and Chozen aren’t there in the final episode -- never mind come to the conclusion that the way to really take down Silver is to beat him up. He doesn’t have a say over where that confrontation happens.

On the surface he’s victorious, but narratively he’s really just following the beats set out by everyone else, right up until the last Moment when he magically defeats Terry, because now it’s decided he’s allowed to.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO MIYAGI:

I know some people made their peace seasons ago that whatever Miyagi mattered to the original narrative is almost entirely absent from this one, and maybe that’s what I need to do to start the process of doing surgery on this show to make it work for me.

But before I can do that, I have to ask what the hell is the point of Daniel’s journey? If it’s not about finding his way to Miyagi’s lessons? If it’s not to find a way to face the fears that have been haunting him for 35 years, which Miyagi was trying to help him with? If it’s not for Miyagi’s legacy to influence the whole darn narrative from beyond the grave, but most strongly through Daniel, his adopted son?

Taking the idea that “one day Daniel will do karate his way” is one thing, but it doesn’t apply to what’s happening in the final fight, because Daniel isn’t fighting to understand himself or what Miyagi meant or anything Miyagi-related. The story isn’t answering this conceit, it’s talking about something completely different with the fight, Miyagi-as-theme has looong abandoned the building.

So why does Daniel have to solve his problems this way? What is it thematically (not “deservedly” not “coolness-factor” but simply what questions does it answer?)

Is Miyagi-do too weak a philosophy for Daniel to find himself in? Is violence to solve your problems only wrong if it’s the bad guys doing it, but fine if practically the exact same things are done by the good guys at the right time? – and especially LaRusso who before this came off as a bit as a pansy, despite his (much more thematically interesting) fight against Kreese, but now he’s proved he’s just as good a fighter as Terry Silver, which was what he really always needed to get over his fear

At the end neither Johnny nor Chozen (and I would say it ought to have been Johnny, but I would have taken Chozen) were even there to support him in any meaningful way, so it’s not really about the family you make and their helping you stand up on your feet.

Nobody’s honking anyone’s noses anymore.

Nobody’s stepping out of the way to let the aggressor punch the glass in their own blind rage.

No mercy was in fact the correct philosophy, Kreese was right from the get-go, his problem was just that he was the bad guy. Thank goodness now the good guys are enacting it -- violence, if done by the right people, is good after all

CONCLUSION:

Daniel, to me, is the most embedded example of what Cobra Kai does over and over, which is taking a narrative that’s thematically pointing in a particular direction, and then veering last minute into a completely different conclusion, usually what they consider more visually spectacular – that is to say, a fight

Daniel was given so much to work with this season and the conclusion of his arc: beat the other man until he can’t get up again.

If anything this show is an ouroboros. It started eating its own themes in sacrifice of “badass fight scene after badass fight scene” until it could no longer write characters who don’t solve their problems with violence, because then it would have to admit that its growing reliance of violence as a tool to show any character growth was in direct opposition to its original themes of exploring and deconstructing the very violence it now presents without question… until all you’re left with is Daniel, who completes his character arc through violence

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SOME NOTES

1. there’s also a separate thing pointed out to me by GJdraws, where Carmen is the only character who never enacts violence and is weak and Daniel is weak until he enacts violence, at which point he becomes badass

2. another point I loosely made about Sam on her post, which was that she wants to “leave karate” to find herself but the narrative pulls her back in, because if Sam wasn’t doing karate it wouldn’t be able to think of something for her to do at all (one symptom of the ouroboros).

3. funnily enough, despite overall hating far more of Johnny’s arc this season, he actually got to have the catharsis I was hoping for Daniel and for him: when he fought Kreese in s3 he did it out of rage and fear and oh so many mixed emotions and he lost (he lost because Robby was following right in his footsteps and he accidentally hurt him), and then later on he got beaten up again by Terry, in front of Kreese. His winning moment is telling Kreese in prison that he’s going to erase everything about him – and at that moment he’s supported by Daniel, just like he was during his fight with him – that’s some good subversion of the roles the two of them play

4. amazingly, I managed to stick to my guns and not bring Terry into this beyond certain bits, but it’s not lost on me that after episode five he does... basically nothing. He opens some dojos and hires a strict sensei and trains some kids, but he doesn’t actually enact any massively evil plans, he just waits around until some drunk guys break into his home. it would have been easy to run with what’s already there and have him spiral into his own maw (was that not what ouroboros was meant to be about????? violence eventually eats itself). Terry is ultimately self-destructive, just like Kreese when he punched the glass all those years ago. That’s... the themes are right there??????? Terry’s kind of flipping tragic, why not let him be that (at least TIG knows)

5. and I didn’t really speak to the pacing, because I was talking about themes, but while I can forgive rushed pacing if one isn’t sure of a renewal, why start introducing new characters and half-assed racist lore in the back-half of the season instead of concentrating all your energy on the core of the characters arcs?

sure, maybe Daniel could have fought Terry again and there be emotional resonance, I’m not saying the ability to write that didn’t exist, but there was no narrative build-up to it, which adds to the disconnectedness of it all. Why is he fighting Terry now? I don’t know. Was it a fight that made sense for either of their characters? No.

6. I think where I’m at is beginning to find the bits of shiny stuff that I want to play with -- if I know why something didn’t work for me, I can reconstruct it in a way that it does. the absence of something is what I want to make present. the flawed enacting of a genuinely intended theme is still giving the tools to continue to play with said theme.

The Tension of Daniel still remains in full force and that is interesting to work with

[cow-smells]

You’re Mine [Eli Hawk Moskowitz x Reader]

Requests: 1. there’s a new girl on miyagi-do, she’s classmates with sam, hawk, miguel, tory, robby, demetri, etc... for some reason, she and hawk didn’t like each other (he can be on cobra kai or eagle fangs, that’s your choice), and one day they make a bet, which this girl wins. hawk has to be her slave for a whole week. BONUS IDEA: a stolen kiss during a fight. maybe admitting feelings for each other? i’d love that! ( @berriewrites​ ) 2. love the hawk smut but i’d also love some fluffy hawk about him secretly liking the reader who’s in miyagido but he tries to act all tough and hide it (anon) 3. AHHH CAN WE GET SOME HAWK FLUFF!? I love the idea where you swear that you don’t like him and you guys make eye contact from a distance when he’s standing with his friend group and you’re standing with yours and you get flustered and he can tell and he smirks and just ahh (anon)

A/N: this took so longggg this came out longer than expected (and honestly i could go on, but i wanted to get this out already) + real life has come hitting all at once and its been overwhelming lol. thanks for being patient and sticking around <3 i enjoyed writing some fluff (amidst a flurry of smut reuests loool :)

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Warnings: none

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Summary: You don't like Hawk. He's a bad person, that much you know for sure. You're ready to make his life miserable when he loses a bet with you, but then you actually have to spend time with him...

   You didn't like this.

Forgiveness seemed to be a virtue that evaded you. Eagle-fang and Miagi-Do were uniting and everyone seemed to be all for the union – except for you.

Some things were simply unforgivable. For you, Hawk breaking Demetri's arm was one of them.

You and Demetri became nearly inseparable friends when you both joined Miagi-Do. He had told you all about his former friend Eli and how he'd abandoned him in the favor of bullying him in any way he could come up with; that bullying taking a turn to the extreme when Hawk took to breaking bones.

    Demetri had since forgiven him, but you hadn't.

Demetri had a softer heart than he let on, and he missed Eli terribly, so when the latter suggested they work together he gladly accepted.

But you were more objective about the situation, as you weren't a part of it, and forgiving such cruelty was beyond you.

    The one good thing about the dojos coming together was the intense dedication that grew on everyone. Now that you had a common enemy, many participants would hang around in Miyagi-Do's dojo long after training sessions, training until you could hardly move your limbs.

     The sun had ago long fallen when you and the remaining students took places around a mat, ready for the sparring session to begin.

With Daniel and Sensei Lawrence gone, you had taken to writing down names and pulling them out of a bowl to decide on sparring partners.

    All the negative emotions you felt channeled in to great excitement when Miguel called your name – followed by Hawk's.

You could have sworn you saw a look of something you couldn't read – concern, perhaps, or fear? Before he seemed to share your excitement as he stepped on to the mat with a grin that was almost predatory.

    Two could play at that game.

    “You're as good as dead,” you said, your voice dripping venom. Hawk's smirk just grew.

    “Is that so, princess? I'd like to see you score as much as a point.”

A light bulb lit in your mind.

    “Yeah?” you taunted. “What if I get three?”

Hawk laughed. “You got a lot of confidence, don't you? I'll tell you what. If you can score three points on me and win, I'll...” He bit his lip as he thought. “I'll let you boss me around for a week. Whatever you want.”

The blood rushed through your veins, ready more than ever to fight. You were grateful for the lack of your sensei, knowing this nonsense wouldn't stand if he were here.

    “Deal.”

    “Are you guys done?” Miguel huffed, standing between you two, ready to referee. “Good. Bow.”

    You bowed without intent and got straight to attacking. Hawk didn't expect it; he came from the dojo that prides itself on strike first and yours cared mainly about defense. You earned your first point within seconds.

    That only served to throw Hawk off his game further. He dived in right away for the attack and was caught unprepared when you fell, sweeping his leg.

    You earned your second point.

By that point, Hawk might as well have been fuming out the ears. His brows furrowed in anger as he looked at you like you were the most vile thing he had ever seen; that satisfied something within you.

    The flurry of hits and misses was so rapid you were caught unprepared when you managed to land a punch on Hawk, Miguel's voice rising as he named you victor.

    Hawk huffed, clearly exerted. You smiled. “You're mine.”

You were fully intending to use this bet to its full potential.

The next day was Saturday, and Hawk, true to his word, showed up at your doorstep at 9 p.m sharp, just as you had ordered.

You paid him no kindness when you opened the door, not exchanging a word with him before demanding: “Helmet?”

Hawk handed you a helmet, not looking particularly pleased about the situation but not being able to stop himself from taking in an eyeful of you anyway.

You needed a ride to tonight's party – that's where Hawk came in, beginning his work for you as a personal valet. Accordingly for the event, you were dressed meticulously, showing off your best features – and if you were to judge by Hawks reaction, you were on your way to turn heads.

You climbed on the motorcycle after him, circling your arms around him loosely; but when he kicked off and started the ride, you couldn't help but tighten your hold.

    The party was overcrowded with people from the moment you got there; Yasmine's parties tended to get a bit... excessive.

You ditched Hawk the moment you got sight of your friends, ditching the helmet on his bike to run over to Sam, Moon and Yasmine.

Yasmine didn't hide the dirty look she sent at Hawk. “Ew. Who's the freak?”

You grinned proudly. “My valet. Ignore him. Actually...”

You looked over to the drinks table; someone had tapped a keg and it was being swarmed with people.

    “Hey, Hawk!”

Hawk turned to you, the slightest furrow in his brow as he had already joined his own friends. You pointed at the drinks table. “Vodka soda!” you ordered.

He rolled his eyes, but did it anyway. Your friends watched wide-eyed as he obeyed you wordlessly, bringing over the drink. “Anything else, princess?”

    “Yes,” you gave him a judging once-over. “Don't drink tonight. I want to get home in one piece.”

He bit his cheeks and glared at you before growling “Fine” and returning to his friends.

At some point you didn't even want a drink any more, it was just fun ordering Hawk to go fetch you another one; and so, you found yourself unintentionally drunk, laughing mindlessly at anything said and swaying on your feet.

You didn't even know how late it had gotten when Hawk came in the living room looking for you, ready to go home as most the others already had.

You had earlier made him promise to take you home as well, and – something you were quickly learning was, Hawk was definitely a man of his word. He spotted you half-sprawled on the couch, laughing with Yasmine at something you didn't fully register. Your cup was askew in your hand, contents about to spill over when Hawk grabbed it out of your hand, placing it on a table nearby.

    “Come on, Y/n. It's time to go.”

    “Not yet!” you grinned gleefully, taking hold of his wrist and shaking it dumbly as you spoke. “Later! We're having fun!”

Hawk placed his free hand on yours that held him. “It's four AM, Y/n, time to call it a night.”

    You didn't reply, instead resorting to pouting like a child.

His eyes softened (the puppy eyes never failed to work) – but his jaw clenched. “If you don't come now I'm leaving you here.”

    “Fine!” you hurriedly rose to your feet, using Hawk for balance. “Bye,” you pouted at Yasmine childishly as Hawk pulled you away from her and out of the house.

The sudden quiet of the outside was nearly overwhelming, Hawk's voice sounding too loud for you. “How am I supposed to get you home when you're this drunk?”

    “I'm not drunk,” you answered instinctively, knowing that you very well were.

    “If you can make it to the bike in a straight line, I'll believe you.” You look at his bike, ten feet ahead. You decide to keep holding on to him. “That's what I thought. Listen. You gotta stay awake, okay? I can't have you falling off in the middle of the road, or making me sway, because then we're both dead. Got it?”

    “Dead. Got it.”

Hawk didn't look convinced, but placed a helmet on you and buckled it anyway.

It was about ten minutes in to the ride when Hawk pulled over. He turned to you, his voice as serious as he could make it; you simply smiled, somewhat dazed. “This isn't going to work.”

    “Hm?”

    “Y/n!” Hawk called, trying to wake you up a little. “Don't fall asleep!”

    “Yes, sensei.” you slurred. Had you been any more awake, you might have noticed the way Hawk's eyes widened at that.

Hawk had to refocus himself to go on. “I'm serious. Look... My house is closer than yours. You can sleep it off at mine, and I'll take you wherever tomorrow. Okay?”

    “Okay,” you shrugged, your mind not caring about much other than regaining the warmth of Hawk's body pressed against yours.

Minutes later you pulled up at an unfamiliar house. Hawk unbuckled your helmet and set it aside, helping you off the bike and guiding you inside, motioning Shhh as he led you through the corridor of his darkened house until you reached his room.

The most natural thing for you to do the moment you saw a bed was to collapse on it. In the seconds Hawk turned his back on you to find you Pj's to wear, you had fallen asleep.

    Looking at you on his bed, Hawk exhaled heavily. He was very aware of your hatred of him; what he couldn't understand was, if everyone else forgave him, why not you?

It certainly didn't help that you looked the way you do, that you were talented, and that everyone loved you.

So Hawk undid your shoes and pulled them off, laying a blanket on you before leaving you to sleep.

    You woke up groggy, somewhat hungover and in a strangers room; an interesting start to the day.

You didn't really want to leave the comfort of your lonesome in the room but it was clear you would have to face the music at some point, so you womaned up and left the room.

Following the smell of food cooking, you walk down a hallway to find a red-haired man in the kitchen, his tattooed back to you, muscles flexing as he flipped a pancake.

With his hair down, it took you a moment to register who you're seeing; who's bed you spent the night in.

    Hawk.

Your first instinct was to groan, to cower in to yourself in regret; but then you remember how tenderly he treated you the night prior, making sure you got safely to a bed, letting you have his bed.

You swallowed your pride and stepped in to the kitchen. “Morning.”

Hawk's shoulders jumped in fright as you startled him; you couldn't help but giggle. He quickly rightened himself, straightening his back and flexing his abs as he turned to you.

    He was good looking and he knew it. You hated him.

However, you felt your power returning to you as he couldn't help but look you up and down, your disheveled clothes revealing a bit more than they had the night before. Hawk inhaled sharply, reminding himself of who he was, how he was supposed to act: unfazed.

    “Bout time you got up.”

You frowned, looking at the kitchen clock. “What do you mean about time? It isn't even noon yet.”

    “Yeah, well,” Hawk flipped a pancake on to a nearby plate. “You wanted me to take you to the mall today, right? I have practice later, so it's gotta be now.” The Eagle-fangs were holding weekend practices of their own, something you weren't a fan of.

    “Jeez, fine,” you sneered, allowing yourself to sit at the kitchen table. Amidst the chaos that was waking up in Hawks bed, you had totally forgot you previously asked him to take you out today. Yasmine's parents were making her take tutoring lessons, Moon was doing some spiritual healing thing and Sam was with Miguel, so you were left all alone – but you certainly didn't intend on spending Sunday at home, doing nothing.

    Hawk finally shut off the burner and joined you at the table with a stack of pancakes and two plates in tow. “Eat away your hangover. I'm not gonna hold your hair up if you hurl.”

Breakfast with Hawk ended up being a surprisingly civil affair; so was shopping. There was something exciting about dragging him along after you, shop after shop, having him carry your bags and modeling clothes for him. And honestly, you were loving the effect you had on him. You knew he was trying to hide it, but you could see the way he grew antsy when you tried on bikinis. You loved teasing him, knowing he couldn't have you.

    What also didn't hurt was the way you two turned heads walking down streets together. You were undeniably gorgeous, and he... While at first you thought it was the bright red mohawk that grabbed peoples eyes, after a close inspection you couldn't deny he had fair features, too. You had to look away whenever he tensed his jaw, accentuating his jawline, or if God forbid he smiled, you had to deny the way his smile made your stomach knot up.

    As though to top off the experience of him, by the time you finished shopping, Hawk would have been late if he was to take you home, so you suggested he take you to practice with him and just take you home once he was finished. And oh my... You did not need to see him fighting. Having a whole hour to see his biceps flexing as the threw punches was doing you no favors; when you were both practicing you were too busy with yourself to notice him, but right then you had a whole hour to do nothing but stare.

At the end of the practice you rose when Hawk approached you, ready to go. When his sensei understood you were waiting there for him, he asked Hawk, “Yours?”

Hawk didn't answer; he merely smirked that Hawk smirk of his. His sensei nodded proudly. “Nice.” Creep.

You had a couple more days to squeeze the most you could out of your bet, and by all means were you planning on using them.

Hawk was taking you to school and home every day on the back of his bike – to Miyagi-do, too. It became a regular thing to see you two together, and if anyone was expecting you, they expected Hawk, too.

Just as the previous mornings, you and Hawk walked in to school together. Seeing your friends, you bid him goodbye and went to join them, your eyes lingering on him a bit too long as he said hello to Miguel.

Yasmine's jaw dropped as she looked at you, her expression scandalized. “What?” you asked.

    “You're totally in to the freak!”

    “What? No,” you denied – but even as the words left your mouth, you could hear your lack of conviction. “No.”

You looked back to where Hawk and Miguel stood; this time, he caught your eye. Then, with total audacity, he winked at you.

You felt heat rush through your body.

The smirk that grew on him suggested he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

    You hated it.

Deciding to put an end to this madness, you wordlessly leave your friends and march up to Hawk, a new rage running though you.

He stopped talking with Miguel when you reached him; Miguel visibly tensed at what he felt was a dangerous situation for him to be in.

    “Sidebar,” you ordered. Hawk smirked.

    “After you, princess.”

You hoped no one would notice when you lured him in to an empty classroom, but in all honesty, it was you and Hawk. There were always eyes on you two.

You turned to him once you were engulfed in the silence of the room. “Listen. I don't know what you're playing at, but cut it out. I own you, got it? Don't go winking at me in the hallway like I'm your girlfriend or something.”

You expected to see him cower, blush, show any sign of intimidation – but there was no such emotion. The smirk he wore only grew in confidence. “You sure about that?” he asked cheekily. “Because it seems to me like you'll find any excuse to be around me.”

You couldn't believe the audacity of this boy. You were stunted for words; he went on. “Be honest with yourself. Once the week is up, you'll still find reasons to talk to me.”

You bit your cheeks; you hated how he was right, how he read you so easily. “And look, I'm done playing this game too.”

Your stomach dropped. Was he about to reject you, without you even confessing? “I'm not playing with you,” you tried to say intimidatingly, but your voice came out too small for comfort.

    “Me neither. So...” Hawk looked down at you; you could have drowned in his ocean eyes. You averted your gaze to the side, crossing your arms.

    “Fine. We can call it off early.”

Hawk chuckled. You wanted to punch him. “You still don't get it, do you?”

You returned your eyes to Hawk, ready to chew him out when he placed his hands on your cheeks, pulling you to him for a kiss.

You could feel yourself melting in to the kiss, feeling a rush of adrenaline run through you as you finally got to experience what you didn't want to admit to yourself that you craved so deeply.

When he finally pulled away, he kept his hands on you, your noses nearly touching. “I've wanted to do that for a long time,” Hawk admitted.

You half-smiled. “It's only been a week.”

Hawk had burst in laughter, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “You still don't get it.” Before you could protest his words, his lips met your once more.

    Maybe you could find it in you to forgive him, after all.