isleofhawk

[isleofhawk]

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[isleofhawk]

most anti-climatic thing i’ve ever done

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[isleofhawk]

hey up there! ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

summary: hawk wasn’t a thief, but he loved sneaking into his friends’ house and trash around the place. coincidentally enough, you were there to witness most of it, but why were you there?

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it was high noon when the girls began to shriek bloody murder, racing towards the window where numerous masked figure’s scurried over to, like bugs that scatter when the lights were on.

“oh fuck you hawk!” moon yelled, throwing her empty cans out the window with a sidearm delivery, aiming at the boys outside of her front porch who began starting the cars.

exasperated and frustrated, moon sighed irritably and stomped towards her bed, collapsing face first onto the pillows that devoured her fully, accepting the defeat. leaving you heels raised as you looked over the window ledge, you narrowed your eyes darkly at the boys’ behavior.

you were just as frustrated, but it was a long day. it was tiresome, and you were looking forward to a goodnight’s rest. however, the sight that appeared before you quickly took your mind off your fatigue.

you know a mohawk when you see one. despite the dusk that ascends, shadowing over the figures that laughed like hyenas in the open, you were able to make out the slightest tinge of red along with the shadows of his hair that were casted onto the pavement.

you’re never really tired, are you? you mumbled under your breath.

the engines were gearing, the stereos were cranked with music that blasted lightyears away—he looked over to the window where you sat, sharing a sheepish smile as he waved.

“hey up there!” he mouthed, narrowing his eyes.

“hey down there.” you mouthed back before bursting into a chuckle, waving at the boy.

rolling the windows up halfway, he made sure that you were still there, looking over at him to which you still were. gazing at the girl through his squinting blues from far down and away, he left you with a wink and drove off before you could reply to the gesture.

you were so sure that he left you with more than just a wink, and this event had happened numerous times.

like that one time you stayed over sam’s.

“what the fuck is his problem?!” sam yelled, crawling on living room floor avoiding the traps that hung above her, outstretching her arms.

or that one time in demetri’s.

“…and he drew a dick in my family picture…” demetri sighed, casually wiping the frame as if it has became a routine for the boy.

and it just kept going on…

“y/n…did you like…by any chance…steal my whole stock of toilet paper last night when i wasn’t around?”

“no sam, i did not steal your whole stock of toilet paper last night.”

and on…

“he took my fucking death star lego model!” demetri whined sharply, knees collapsing to the floor.

“…and my doctor who figurine!”

and on, like an endless cycle….

“if you’re gonna ask me why i look like i came out of rupaul’s drag race, i’m aware…that you guys know the answer.” miguel told, smothered in glitter and sequins like a walking disco ball.

while you watched in bore. you must admit, it was quite odd for him to trash his friends’ house who’d usually join in on the heist sometimes.

but never have you expressed your ‘frustration’ in words. never have you batted obscenities at that boy.

“hey up there!” hawk yelled a considerate volume, waving at the girl who sat on the window meters away.

you were usually the person who was up for confrontation. sure, you’ve talked to him once or twice about the situation, but most of the time,

“hey down there.” you chuckled, covering your smile with your freehand as your other held a piece of crumpled up paper.

“whatever it is you’re holding, that better be a love letter just for me because you’re driving me wild!” hawk grinned, lightning quick that lit his face, making your heart rate spike.

there was just a deep feeling in your gut—something was on the way you were quite unsure of; you just couldn’t bring yourself up to do it. your conversations were simple, yet very meaningful sometimes.

not that the boy was a thief, but every night he’d sneak inside houses of people who joined miyagi-do and set up marks and jokes around their place and laugh at the kids who’d get caught up in them the next morning, showing their frustration in school. the typical jackass move you’d expect.

but what really was your life if there weren’t any plot holes.

moon wasn’t in ANY dojo. she was a free bird which left you confused with his decisions. sure, every now and then you’d hear stories from demetri and sam, squabbling and all about the strings and mild vandalism they got caught up in the early hours of dawn.

thing was, those stories were only told once or twice in a week. however, it felt strange because it seemed to you like an endless nightly routine everytime you stayed the night over at sam’s or moon’s.

his house-hopping decisions never bothered you. maybe he just misses his ex-girlfriend this time?

“…and you’re always so quiet during lunch.” demetri nudged, snapping you out of your trance with your physics textbook on your hands.

“you’re also…usually so chatty here in the library.” he always knew when you were deep in your thoughts. its always how your eyes moved and how you drummed your fingers. the more intense it got up there, the harder they drummed against the white painted wooden table.

they drummed in a pace, like how it’d sound when wood-hungry chainsaw wielders would start them up.

minutes were spent bluffing, you stood up as the school bell rang signaling the end of the school day. walking through the eerie silence and peacefulness of the hallways had never felt so long…but sometimes, time only goes by so fast when you’re enjoying something.

across you in the barren hall stood hawk, gazing down at the floor with his strut. and a little bit of attitude when he looked up and began to saw you coming his way. your stomach began to twinge in protest.

and the second you guys crossed paths, you both subconsciously shared glances, making you stagger a bit.

“what’s the rush, y/n?” he smirked, grabbing a hold of your arm.

“w-we were walking on the same pace.” you cleared your throat, hoping your reply didn’t sound strained.

letting go of your arm, he stepped backwards and stood infront of you, chuckling at your remark.

“…so why’d you fall?” he bent his head down, making it so that you both were within same eye level.

your eyes flashed as you opened your mouth to say more, then snapped it shut, looking away quickly towards the boy who was giving an icy stare.

“so whose house are you trashing tonight?” you clicked your tongue and switched topics, regaining eye contact with him.

“hmm…well yesterday i think we did bert’s, but now we’re just unsure. going alone tonight.” he shrugged, eyes wandering at the familiar architecture of the school as he told.

“you think…?”

“i mean, yeah…these addresses are completely random. you just pick one outta the box and…” he gesticulated with his hands, performing a whole broadway with his fingers that lasted for seconds.

“well, am i on there?” you grew concerned, pressing your lips together.

“why, you feelin’ lonely tonight?”

“hawk.” you deadpanned.

“look, i don’t know where you live…yet,” he paused, causing you to roll your eyes, “but i won’t trash your place. how’s that for a discount?” he chuckled.

“if you trash my place, i swear i’ll-“

“IF i unknowingly do so, then…we’ll go get yogurt together.” he grabbed your hands and held them dearly, placing them on his chest. “all on me…and a free ride.” he added.

“woah, my hands were made to fit into yours. that’s all there is to it.” he held them away from his chest, examining your hands like they’re the dearest thing in the world, grazing them softly with his thumb.

you froze and blanked out for a second, because the next thing you knew, your hands that were on his were now positioned to cup his face out of your control—he melted into them, sending your mind to reel.

“haha Ok!” you batted your hands from his face and back to your zone, making him pout out of the loss of contact. “…just don’t draw dicks in my family picture.” you chuckled, tucking pieces of your hair behind your ear.

“i won’t.”

“great, thank yo-“

“i’ll draw a heart.”

“you just…don’t give up, do you?” you scoffed, walking away from the conversation which left a subtle smile that began to form on your face as his eyes trailed to your direction, following your every mesmerizing sway with his pair.

“i’ll see you up there!” hawk joked, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“and i’ll see you down there!” you turned back to his direction, joking back at the menace.

well whatever the fuck that was you mumbled under your breath. and really, whatever that was, you’ve successfully granted access for the jerk to wander into your house at any given night.

the rest of your afternoon was spent doing your assignments and cooking meals for yourself and your grandma. your parents were away on their business trip, to which your grandma offered to stay. you’ve reassured multiple times that you were capable of taking care of yourself, but she insisted to ‘protect you from any danger’.

it was funny, she’d always miss the glass whenever she pours her water jug…inches away from where she poured. you figured she’d protect you from the dangers of grandma reaching for the next water jug.

tucking your grandma to her bed in her room downstairs, you rushed up the stairs and burst your door open, collapsing onto your bed. sheets from the bed clung to your clammy skin and your forehead was matted with sweat, but you were too tired to clean yourself.

fuck, i’m disgusting you mumbled, pillow muffling your voice.

the clock read 10:00.

you grew incredibly sleepy, you closed your eyes since they grew incredibly heavy to keep open, letting your brain replay your waking experiences. so sluggish, drowsy, and dozy.

you wonder what hair gel hawk uses to get his mohawk stay up like that, this would mean that he’d spend hours raking it all off his hair in the night time and washing it by 1 am…unless he keeps it on while he sleeps in a human sized freezer.

can they catch on fire? call that the hunger games…catching fire…

you mumbled subconsciously.

“why, you feelin’ lonely tonight?” a voice rang.

hell yeahhh…

“these addresses are completely random.”

expected nothing per usual. out of a box, that’d be one in a million.

one in a thousand? no.

one in a hundred? hmm, come closer.

one in twenty maybe…

one…

CLANG!!!

your body jerked in a spasm, making you fall off the side of your bed. you rubbed your eyes and froze on the floor. crawling to your feet up to the chair infront of your desk, you sat there, half-awake, you groaned aloud and started with affright at the sound of your own voice.

you giggled at yourself.

damn, i couldn’t even tell the differences of a dream and real-

CLANG!!!

your eyes widened. you felt a certain wrongness in the air and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. maybe that’s just meemaw in her late sleep walks-

THUD!!!

maybe she slipped-

ARGH!!! a groan roamed throughout the living room downstairs, seeping through the cracks on your door.

that’s definitely not meemaw.

your breath was warm and tickly on your neck, forming goosebumps along your arms as shivers ran down your spine. taking a deep breath, you muster up the courage…part of it to go downstairs and inspect of that mysterious silent roar.

“oh, right.” stepping back inside your room, you grabbed the nearest combat object on plain sight, your 600 paged physics textbook, and slammed the door shut.

not your brightest idea.

with every step you took going downstairs, you made sure they were quiet and steady. making it at the edge of where the stairs started, you traced back to your memory, thinking about where you think the source came from.

the kitchen…maybe.

now of course you weren’t stupid to go directly into the kitchen with such non chalant…maybe you were considering it by a bit—a thought quick to leave when your knees began to involuntary touch for the floor, you were now crawling.

crawling your way to the kitchen, you froze.

the experience was an intense thrill, because the source of the noise was apparent at first sight. you pulled yourself back to the wall which covered you, not too far from where he stood infront of you facing away.

a hooded matte black figure stood. hoping and praying that it’d turn and show a tinge of red, it was pointless. literally, pointless.

fuck.

the very idea that it might’ve been a lean figure of a boogey monster or an unknown spirit sent to your place to haunt your family, your heart began to race. you weren’t gonna die now, at least not this way.

you crept up towards the figure who looked like it struggled to zip a jacket as you avoided the spots that squeaked, tightening your grip on the textbook.

WHAM!

“YOU’RE NOT MY MEEMAW!” he collapsed onto the floor, groaning with hands clasped on his head.

firing a headshot half awake, you rubbed your eyes so harsh and quickly that you might better see God. with the figure that twitched a couple of times on the floor, you took that as an opportunity to fire up a deadly pounce on it.

“GET FACE BOOKED MOTHERFUCKER!” raising the book above your head, you paused in response to the sudden abruptness of its motion.

“h-hold on!” the figure put his palms out in defence, slowly raising onto his knees, then to his feet with his head bent down.

you stepped back as it began to unwravel its hood, revealing a strand of hair that fell on its face…a red-streaked strand. slowly stepping into the light where the moon and stars had shined upon, you gasped at the sight.

“h-hawk..?”

“yes, hello.” he chuckled, raking his fingers through his hair. “look, trust me when i tell—“

“YOU’RE A CON! A DECOY!” you yelled, taking a voluntary step forward and back to corner the hawk decoy, staggering slightly. “YOU’RE NOT USING A FAKE MOHAWK!”

“y/n are you se-“

“TELL ME SOMETHING I’D KNOW!” you furrowed your brows, fixing your stance.

“wha-“

“TELL ME NOW OR…OR..” your eyes wandered around the kitchen to the nearest object that would do some amounts of damage, “…OR I’LL SHOVE THIS SPATULA DOWN YOUR THROAT!” you motioned with the spatula that was now on your hands.

“o-ok! give me a moment…” his hands were up in defense, eyes glancing quickly around the kitchen to get his gears turning up there. “well uh…weeks ago i trashed moon’s place while you were there, and sam, a-and demetri’s…” he stood with a sheepish grin, “a-and that moment i took sam’s toilet paper stock ok?! and demetri’s star wars razer clank lego—“

“it was a lego death star!”

“fuck, sorry! i just lost count of how much i took!” he giggled.

your head bent down deep in thought, with uncertainty that roamed before you bit your lip mid-protest with yourself, suppressing the uncertainty as you grew more certain.

what started as giggle you tried hiding behind your hands, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“oh well,” he scratched the back of his head, looking down on his shoes, “we really have to stop meeting like this…”

 “oh yeah yeah sure definitely…if you would stop BREAKING INTO HOUSES LIKE THIS!”

“hey, you better keep it down, there’s something in the other room and it’s scaring the shit out of me.” he bent down making sure he was eye level with you. “i-i thought you lived alone, and now i’m more scared.”

the growl began to grew stronger with every breath it took.

“that’s my grandma, you boogey monster!” you laughed, softly punching his shoulders. you found it funny how he mistaken her snore for a snarl of an unknown creature.

you glanced over to the clock, it read 01:00.

“see? i’m not a decoy after all.” he cracked after a few seconds of silence. he stepped towards you, subconsciously tucking a strand behind your ears.

“hey up there.” he cooed, softly tapping the temples of your head, giggling at the slight reds of your cheeks he could make out of under the moon’s light.

“hey…” you grazed his hands that hovered not too far over your head, tilting and positioning so that you’d melt on his hands. “down there!” you hooked his calves, making him stagger as you giggle.

minutes were spent joking around in a considerate volume, looking at eachother droopy eyed all dozy and clumsy. safe to say, you weren’t half-awake anymore. you pulled the boy into your arms, making shushing noises as you lead him upstairs in your room, avoiding all spots that squeaked.

you grasped the doorknob and turned them slowly, just wide enough so that the both of you would fit to slide through, not wanting it to squeak the wider it opened.

“no, you sit there.” you pointed to the chair as you sat on the edge of your bed, “you’re all filthy and everything.”

“all it takes is for me to take this sweater off right?” was all he said before he took them off swiftly, stretching and flexing his arms out that strained his black tee.

of course, you looked the other way, but your eyes cant help but peek at the corner of your eyes.

“i’m not naked you know.” he giggled.

chuckling at his remark, you made some space beside you and pat that spot down, allowing access for the boy to lay over. you had only seen this boy from a distance and even if you were close, you’d look away.

but this time you didn’t when you turned to his direction, gazing at his side profile.

only had you seen this boy from a distance, and that was enough. but now that you were inches away where it’d be perfect for a peck on his cheeks, you had never been more determined to see him up close.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he sensed, raking his hair subconsciously, peeking to where you rested just inches away. you scoffed, turning away from his direction and gazing at the ceiling. “so…you grew fond of this new look?”

“there’s a reason i went alone. so darn lazy to style this shit-“

“so it’s not fake?” you reached out for the strands, twirling them in your fingers and laying them so that they’d frame his face.

“no!” he laughed. “it’s not easy to preserve the smooths, princess.” he told. before you could re-adjust yourself, you felt as his head tilt to your direction, resting them on the crook of your neck which sent your mind reeling and your heart racing.

“you didn’t trash anything right?” you asked, “or drew on anything?” a condescending tone left you to which he giggled in response.

“nahh. i kept slipping on your floor, it was so slippery i didn’t even wanna continue.” he chuckled while telling his master plan, adjusting himself to a more comfortable position. “i wanted to leave but i had troubles zipping my jacket, but that was until you-“

“slammed you with the power of gravity.”

“yeah. pretty much.”

you laughed at the fond recollections of his mischievous plan that failed due to the dangers of your grandmother’s hands whenever they reached for the water jug.

hawk began to talk about all the other houses he’s trashed before yours to which you respond slack-jawed because he had very mischievous set ups. he stayed true to his words, and to whichever address he received, he wouldn’t even dare to make a slight difference to the position of your welcome mat.

“hey…hawk.” you scratched your head, considering that maybe you shouldn’t ask this, afraid it’d open something out of your business, “…so why’d you crash over at moon’s?” but they left your lips in a wink.

and for awhile, you felt as his body began to tense up slightly before he relaxed, leaving you worried and anxious.

“i-i’m sorry,” you rose from the bed making him heave off your shoulder, “that was very fucking stupid of me. it’s almost 2, maybe you’re—“

“what’s the rush, y/n ?” he held your shoulders, brushing his fingertips on your cheeks as he grew concerned.

“no because that’s non of my business. very insensitive of me-“

“but what if it was…your business?”

“huh?”

he sat legs crossed on your bed and as much as it bothered you that his filthy legs were on your sheets, it didn’t matter now. all you wanted to know was whether if it really was your business or not, or if he felt pressed.

“y/n…this whole time, i thought you knew…”

“knew what…?” he sensed a uncommonly serious tone in your voice, probably expected the worst out of something.

definitely was not that.

“because you were there.” he spoke softly, lapsing into a thoughtful whisper. “i like you, y/n and of course, i’ve never made an assumption that you’d return the same…”

your blank stare revealed your dumbfoundedness, and he knew that you had no idea about the meaning of what he had just said.

“…but sometimes, that’s the most i can make it,” he softly held your hands, “a reason to see you would make my night, whether it be from the front porch or the windows, i think that it’s totally worth it…as long as i get to see you.” he poured his heart out, unknowingly cupping your hands to his face as the red took over his face.

you could only let out a nervous chuckle to his hearts content, but he was serious when you’d expect him to crack—seconds of your laugh dissipates to a sudden realization that he was in fact dead serious.

for the longest time, you’ve felt something too, but because you were so caught up with other things in your life, you were never really able to make out of those feelings. now, you were looking down at your feet, deep in thought when they begin to bombard you.

many ways that you can connect the dots of his supposed love for you, you began tracing back your memories to when he first appeared and to your current encounter.

no fucking way you thought.

yes, you’ve shared your glances through the hallways everytime you passed and maybe talked once or twice, but you swore that it was more than just that because you were so certain, that no sane boy would ever look at a friend like that.

because no sane boy would dare trash his ex’s house, just because you were there on the window, anticipating his next gesture for when he saw you.

“ah, fuck.” and now he was afraid that he’d pour too much of his heart out, for somebody he didn’t want it. and if that’s what it was, he was wrong.

totally wrong.

“i’m sorry…so so sorry..” he returned your hands as his eyes trailed along, “forget i’ve said any of that for me will you?” he formed a wistful smile. to his surprise, he’s never experienced a sudden qualm of deep and genuine regret.

just as he turned his back on you, he stopped to the sudden grab on his wrist.

“no. i don’t think i will.” the slight tug on his wrist was enough to get him to face you, forgetting that he was ever going to leave you. how stupid he must’ve felt to even consider it, that he’d go to church and repent for it.

your eyes locked on his, subconsciously rose to your knees as you bit your lip out of anticipation. his hands snaked its way under your shirt, caressing the curves of your body. the next thing he knew, your lips were pressed against his and stole a quick kiss.

gently, you pushed on his chest, making him collapse into the bed as you hovered over him, sitting on his stomach before you leaned in for his lips. his hands began to make their way from your neck to your hair, tangling them as your bodies were squished against eachother.

the voice you left your lips surprised you by the way he parted your lips with his tongue, exploring all there is. hawk swore internally that he’s never been this lucky in his life, to be kissing you at the night of his heist in your room, that it was all just an accident waiting to happen in order to bring you two together like the natural forces of earth.

he brings you closer, grinning like an idiot between the kisses as he tugs on your bum, bringing you closer to him. it was as intimate as it could get, but was then interrupted when your noses bumped together, causing you both to giggle at the awkwardness.

you parted the kiss, looking down at the boy.

“hey up there.” he tucked the strands behind your ears, trailing his hands all the way to cup your cheeks.

“hey down there.” 

 the sudden tilt of your lips made his heart flutter in his chest as butterflies stirred in his stomach.

you heaved off his chest. you sat down on the edge of your bed, watching him as he wore his jacket, indicating that he’d be leaving soon. you frowned at the action.

you stood up and walked towards your window, opposite to where hawk faced. out the window, where tall trees shadowed over your fence, you spot a matte black motorcycle where few light rays were casted by the moon—it definitely belonged to him.

“that’s your bike?” you asked.

the sudden warmth that wrapped you from behind made you melt to the touch, laying your head on the surface of his chest.

“yeah…you like it?” he rested his chin on your head, gently pulling you closer to him.

“yeah…i’d like to ride on it some day…if it’s still free of charge of course.” you joked, resting on the arms that buckled you from behind.

“for a girl like you, yeah. anytime.” he twisted your body so now that you were facing him. “my girl.” he held you by your chin and planted a kiss on your nose, causing you to crinkle your nose at the sudden gesture.

“yeah, i’ll use the window.” he told. you whined from the sudden loss of contact as he let go. he was racked with so much hesitant when he sat on the ledge, one leg in the house and one leg out.

“well, i’m gonna head out to a 24 hour restaurant. so damn hungry.” he grinned, grabbing a hold of your hand like it’s the last time he’d ever see you.

just as he was about to leap off the ledge, you clasped his wrist, making his eyes sparkle when he looked back at you.

“hey…if you…you know, ever want to ‘trash’ my place like the little thief you are…” he tilt his head, forming a cheeky grin on his lips to your comment, “you know where i live now…” his hand reached out for your face, knitting his eyebrows.

“and i’ll definitely make you something to compensate for your hunger.” you laughed.

“you don’t have to,” he told, “you’re enough for me, princess.”

you felt his smooth, warm fingertips graze the underneath of your chin and gently lift it, so that your eyes can meet once more. you felt as your face began to heat up with pure excitement, but frowned to the thought of losing him tonight.

“hey, you know what I’m thinkin’?”

“what?”

“all the star’s are suddenly so pale…compared to you.” he told, making you roll your eyes to his remark.

he pecked a quick miss on your lips before leaping off the window and over the fence. just when he was meters away from his bike, he turned back to your direction, stepping backwards; you were the last thing he wanted to see before he left.

“hey up there!” he shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth, stepping backwards into the pavement, all eyes fixed gaze on you.

“hey down there!” you shouted back, growing teary eyed.

turning the keys, he started his motorbike and shifted in the seat as he put on his matte black helmet. before he took off, he looked back his shoulders once more, and blew a kiss to you through the black tinted shade of his helmet’s face shield.

you returned it, giggling happily as he drove off.

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[isleofhawk]

make out zone.

a hawk x reader imagine

summary: (inspired by zayn’s pillowtalk.) your relationship was now a common battleground for whenever the war ends between you and hawk; an endless monotonous cycle that had to break. words no longer make the cut to soothe your pain. your bed, his victory, and your body, his make out zone.

contents and wordcount: smut! , angst , mentions of pills , toned down toxic relationship II 2.29k + !

a/n: a story i wrote to vent <3 currently one of the bests i’ve worked on so far !!

sometimes, it’s a blessing to not get what we want.

“god, i can’t even fucking look at you.” you sighed, subconsciously stepping away from Hawk, and onto your bed where you sat, hiccuping now from trying to slow down the tears.

he couldn’t resist it. seeing you like this, no matter how much he wanted to open your wound without a shred of remorse, the mist that pooled in the windows of your soul had never failed to ever catch him off guard, glaring at you hoping that you’d stop.

“stop.” he glared. you stole his breath, shuddering when a tear jerked itself out of your eyes. “no, not again. y/n…” even when you gazed downwards, you sense his presence walking up towards you.

stop it. stop. stop. please stop.

your room, barely big enough to contain the underlying tension that formed between you and Hawk, besides books and pencils that scattered across the floor—it was one big mess that needed some fixing.

it was a paradise, but so was it as much a war zone. just minutes ago when you both held a screaming match on who could scourge eachother with the most filthiest obscenities ever said, the next second came his hands that soothed your swollen cheeks; not too long before they made their way under your modest clothing, creeping up towards the underwires of your bra.

why?

what do you want from me?

and there it was. the sense of ecstasy was almost overwhelming; as if you guys didn’t just want to hurt each other over pure greed. a kiss or two down the crook of your neck might cause more than just an overwhelming desire to dance the night away.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled in between your kisses, “i’m so fucking sorry.” he parted, cupping your face in his hands.

“you’re…you’re so beautiful.”

but you were too much. before you could ever muster up the courage to push him away from you, he closed the gap between you both; leaving no room for your choice.

he wants me.

and as much as you wanted to part, go away forever, leave the source of your misery, he won you over. as always. pulling him closer deep into the temptations of his lips, you were sure to match the atmosphere by once again fighting behind closed doors, but with your tongue’s instead of words.

i want him.

actions speak louder than words. the pressure was too much, and so was the underlying tension—it was in both of your collective conscious that you did not want to fight, even if it was needed to fix this mess of a relationship.

hawk never badgered for a kiss…or a touch, but the way he parted your lips and ran his hands up your curves, cementing you in place, this was all he wanted. to keep you in place; he wanted you.

you couldn’t help but let a soft moan escape your lips, provoking him even further as he gently pushed you down the bed, finally on top of you. trailing his hands from your forearms to your wrists that were above your head, he pinned them down, nipping and sucking your neck just below the jaw, crashing against your sweet spot so fiercely.

“mmm…h-hawk!” you whined out of pure pleasure, sending his mind to reel and his heart to race.

it was hard for you to breathe when your bodies were firmly squished against eachother as he tangled his hands onto your hair; gripping them, having better access to position you to his starving lips. you knew he was intensely driven tonight to which you had no choice but to let his frustration play its role in his strong grip on your hips. he tugged his hands onto your shorts, groaning with relief when he slid them off so urgently yet smoothly, making you let out a gasp.

for what he couldn’t say in words, he showed them through the way he caressed you; grinding against your entrance while his hands grasped for your neck, softly biting down on you like a starving animal. the sudden thrust of his hips on yours that rutted made you yelp, igniting the sparks in his body to flames.

hoisting you not too far off the bed to his needs, he rose to his knees and began to unbuckle, revealing his bulge that strained the sweatpants that were now thrown on the floor. looking at the girl beneath him, he let out a scoff and began undressing you too, revealing your bare chest.

“oh fuck.” he whimpered, subconsciously licking his lips before running them through your breasts. sucking them as you let out a needy moan.

“you’re all mine. mine only.” he groaned in between the kisses.

with one hand where his fingers dug into your curves so feverishly, the other free hand began trailing down your stomach, lightly drumming your entrance for permission to grant access; you nodded, letting his fingers explore further down, finding your clit and rubbing them so mercilessly.

“fuck, eli!” you arched your back to the pleasurable contact, crashing his lips onto your bare chest.

he loves it when you call for his name. his actual name. despite hating how miguel or demetri did, he’d only allow you to call him by his name—especially in times like this. it was perfect. he thought it felt genuine.

a fresh pump of adrenaline buoys him as he positioned his swollen tip into your entrance and slammed inside of you—his grip around your hips had began to tighten so harshly. digging his fingers slightly, he groaned in pure bliss with every thrust, muffling himself on your chest.

rocking the bed back and forth that felt more powerful with every thrust after, you couldn’t help but let out a strangled yelp that came after your rhythmic shallow breath that he mimicked.

“try to stay quiet for me,” locking his eyes intensely on you as you groan from the sudden loss of contact, “can you do that, princess?” it was no longer a choice, it was a command.

something rang—no. something struck in your head. with the overwhelming ecstasy that took over your senses, you couldn’t quite figure it out, but it bothered you. so much.

because why can that go so many ways? why does that sound…prevailing?

the animalistic groans that filled the air along with his uttering sighs of ecstasy, it was too overwhelming to pull back from all this fear and frustration you both had bottled up since fights had began, that he had suddenly exploded with fury and desire by the way he treated you during sex.

“…well ofcourse, impossible for an idiot like your mind to understand anything im saying.”

a familiar voice rang in your head, making you wince at the familiar remark.

stop.

“because that’s the way you are, y/n. just a problem that isn’t worth my bullshit.” he bickered, wagging his fingers across your face as if they were there to strangle you.

he continually rammed against you, mistaking your agonized cry of guilt as pleasure as tears began flowing down harder than before.

“y-you don’t mean that.”

“what if i fucking do, y/n? what if i do?”

the seconds of palpable ecstasy dissipates to a sudden realization that it’s over. it’s fucking over.

“get off me,” you stammered the first time, placing your hands on his shoulders with a firm grip, “get off me…you fucking…BASTARD!” and with that, you rammed your palms against his chest, pushing him off to the edge of the mattress.

he could only stare at you, fundamentally clueless and dumbfounded as always, as if he isn’t the source to all your aching heart.

“look at me a-and tell me you don’t mean that, eli!”

“could you stop calling me by my name?!”

you rushed your clothes on and with every blink, the image an hour ago had become more clear.

before you could even spew the last bit of words that clung right on the tip of your tongue, the mediocrity of being succumbed by your own thoughts had done nothing but make you struggle for air.

in fact, you’ve realized that this has become a routine—to think that you’ve faced just about enough to solve the problem, sex has never solved the problem even if it did feel like it.

it was a runaway. his runaway, his pleasurable runaway you gave in to.

“y-y/n…? a-are you okay?” he cooed, reaching his hands out to soothe away your pain in attempt to close the gap between you both for a devoted hug.

and you froze. stuck between the feeling to grieve on the shoulders of your anguish, or to let yourself build a cast around your heart before they shatter over some words that sent a fifth wave of pills down your digestive tract.

“w-when..” you managed to break, after what felt like years of choking back.

“when what, my love?”

“when will you stop acting like you give a shit?” was all you had to say to catch him off guard.

slowly pulling away from the hug you never returned, he began rambling a bit as he seeks to vocalize a responsive answer.

“is the weight of it all…finally too heavy for an idiot like you to understand?” you snapped, wiping the last bit of tears that jerked out.

he winced to your abruptness, heaving off the bed as you pace around his room.

“a-and so you think that… because i welcome you for a taste of my body, that you’re automatically forgiven for the shit you said to me back there?” he began to notice a tone in your voice, for it had left him out of words to form.

“that i’m just the portal from everything you’ve ever dreamt of never facing? that i’m just…your make out zone?” you laughed frantically, “GROW THE FUCK UP, ELI!” you raised your voice like that in pure absolute anger, flailing your arms above your head.

“y/n…i..i never..”

“you never meant it?” you hissed. “you mean to tell me…that i’m actually worth your bullshit?” you leaned towards the boy, causing his eyes to wander around the room but gaze at yours.

“or are you just the intolerable bastard that isn’t worth of anyones bullshit?” you snapped, ringing his bell.

not too long after, you turned away and began packing his things that scattered on the floor, grabbing them and placing them on top of eachother almost instantly.

hawk on the other hand, he froze. he had finally lost his tough exterior over his girl that darted words he thought he’d never heard so…painstakingly accurate. he bit his lip, thinking of ways to retaliate, only to find out that there was nothing of himself he could defend.

it was only now that the guilt began to grow, eating him up from the inside for the girl he’s been killing softly for so long. a gust of tears began to form, streaming down his cheeks, breathing in the snot that formed, making you gasp to yourself.

“i-i’m so sorry y/n…” he whimpered.

turning back to his direction, his face was all wet and splotchy, fingers clutching the ends of his black tee.

“i-i love you, y/n. i’m so sorry!” he broke.

“fuck, you’re just making it so goddamn hard for me!” you slammed his things on the floor, making him flinch.

in momentarily defeat, you sat on the empty spot beside the grieving boy, mirroring his body—hands clasped over your head with a fixed gaze right to the floor. in attempts to choke back his cries, he failed. he let out a mournful wail, expressing his deepest sorrows of a condemned villain.

part of you wanted to soothe his pain away, hug him so dearly because it hurt you so much to see him choke this way. the other part of you, your heart; she knew what had to be done and after months and months of ignoring her flags, you’ve finally reached for your potential and listened to your heart, despite how much it could hurt.

because you couldn’t hurt yourself by staying with a boy who has yet to know about handling a woman despite his graceful intents.

“p-please don’t go.” he stammered, snapping you out of your thoughts as his hands made his way to yours, constantly checking on your reaction. “i can’t live without you. i-i really can’t.”

“y-you can hate me all you want, but please…anything but for you to leave me.” he expressed, holding himself back from frantically gasping for air. “t-tell me you’ll stay a-and help me make it through a bad day…i..i can’t do this alone.” he choked, almost suffocating on his own words, finally bombarded by his own tears and nausea.

and you both locked eyes. nothing was circulating around the air but pure loss, guilt, and grieve. you watched in misery as he shivered, stream of tears that came from his red rimmed eyes, that traced paths through the flushed cheeks you once smothered in his rough days. but you knew better.

you clenched your eyes shut and sighed.

“eli..” you spoke softly, turning to his direction.

“i’ve never hated you..” with your hand now on his, you saw as his eyes sparkled with so much hope…so much desire, that you cannot believe those were the eyes you looked at when he bickered endlessly about your worth to his.

“but you’ve hurt me. so much.”

“i-i understand, and i’m so sorry and-“

“you’re one of the best, yet worst thing that’s ever happened to me. you’ve destroyed me.” you cut for whatever reasoning he was going to use in defense to win your love.

in all honesty, you loved him over and beyond. a love that was stronger than the natural force of gravity,

“the hardest part about all of this is that i’m still so madly inlove with you.”

a love that was so strong that made all other loves irrelevant. but what began with honesty, must end in honesty,

“but i’m not going to lend a heart i’ve spent time to heal just for someone to break it again.”

for the sake of your worth.

and now this, this is euphoria.

——— ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ———

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a/n: first angst (vent) fic! hope it turned out well <3 end is a bit rushed

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[isleofhawk]

through the earpiece.

an eli moskowitz x reader imagine. (2/2)

summary: eli doubts of his chances to score you, but regains his confidence after miguel reassures the boy. after adding modifications to the earpiece, demetri thinks you’ve got a better shot. as the night began to progress, a mysterious ring suggest to anticipate the unexpected.

a/n: trust me, keep reading ;) let eli have his moment, it adds so much to the story!

words: 4.4k

contents: smut !

part 1 , part 2

“...but did you see the way she LOOKED at you?” demetri swirled around in a spiral pattern, sitting on eli’s swivel chair.

it was dawn that had followed dusk in great speed. the stars had glimmed so brightly that painted the sky; they peeked through the canopy of the trees.

the poor boy has been pacing back and forth uncontrollably. hours worth of talking to you has made eli super conscious and anxious on what he could’ve done and said.

“doubt it. he was too busy infatuated over her presence.” miguel rebutted, tossing ceiling ball’s in an upward motion, laying on eli’s bed.

“i-i’m not infatuated!” eli defended, halting his motion. “i just think that...i-it would be nice to have a f-friend girl.” he looked down at his feet, fiddling with his fingers.

school has ended five hours ago, yet it had only felt like only an hour had passed for the infatuated boy. everything went by so fast, ‘many’ things had happened in such a short amount of time.

he couldn’t handle it, but he liked it.

out of most days in the weekdays, demetri and miguel would often come over his house to relieve of their boredom when they’re at their own.

it’s become a routine at this point for both boys to come around and chill at eli’s—it’s become a second home for his friends.

“yeah right...” miguel scoffed. “wash your sweater, i dare you.”

“no!”

“why?”

“b-because i…like this sweater!” eli clasped the nape of his neck, continuing his monotonous routine of pacing back and forth.

demetri noticed minor flaws in his modified earpiece; the one that was used to help his itching friend keep the conversation going.

when it wasn’t computer programming, demetri and eli always had an eye for robotics which was similar in a way. because of that, numerous tools and equipments had scattered everywhere on eli’s desk—very beneficial for demetri’s earpiece modification.

on the other hand, eli was trying his best to recite the conversation between you both. despite the hours of pacing and teeth gritting, he’s had almost no recollection of anything that’s happened.

he was only left with the way you made him feel.

miguel was too busy thinking about his new neighbor’s dojo that had opened up. recruiting students has never been so hard—it was as if nobody wanted to kick ass anymore.

eli recited, his words rising over the mutters and groans of his own voice. he found it difficult to trace back to the last thing you said before the bell rang. it was indeed scary—it could’ve been significant for the next page of his life.

“alright eli, i’ll see-“ the voice rang in his head, not too long after it was followed by eli’s murmurs.

“boy what are you trying to do?” miguel flailed his arms, sitting up from the bed.

“i-i’m still trying to remember the last bit y/n said!”

“is it that important?”

“yes!” eli told with open arms. “y-you don’t get it! if i don’t remember anything she’s said, there will be serious repercu-“

“but you’ve remember most of it!” miguel groaned and heaved off the bed, walking towards eli. “the last part of the conversation isn’t always so important. you’ve got to chill.” placing a hand on eli’s shoulder, miguel lead him to the edge of his bed.

eli sat down on the edge, bowing his head as he started bouncing his knee over the other. miguel had reassured eli that it was no problem at all; besides, there are still days ahead.

“w-what if she finds me boring?” his head bent down in thought, eli bit his lip to keep the stream of doubt from taking over his conscious.

“nahhh dude, no way..” inching closer to the anxious boy, miguel peeked down at him, making sure they were both eye level. “hey, i’m sure she finds you…interesting. today’s a great start, you even made her laugh! alot of times!” miguel reassured, making the boy form a wistful smile.

“…you really think i got a sh-shot?” this time, the blues had really sparkled in eli’s eyes even in the dim lit room. eli’s head up high, he smiled broadly.

“yeah dude! consider y/n lucky for talking to you. she’s sure as hell missing out on alot.” miguel chirped, nudging his shoulder.

“consider me lucky…” eli murmured, smiling at his own remark.

he’s never felt more at ease whenever it was miguel that reassured him, making sure he isn’t always so caught up on his own perception of things.

miguel’s always reassured him of how talented and amazing eli is. demetri has done the same, except it can get a little too narcissistic.

nevertheless, he loved his friends.

“hey, check this out guys.” demetri called, waving his free arm that motioned back and forth.

both miguel and eli’s head shot up to his call, heaving off the bed and walking towards eli’s desk where demetri had his arms planted on for a few hours.

“i added in a few things. besides adding in a push to talk button for me and miguel, i added this.” demetri rose to his feet, hopping off the swivel chair.

“try it on. it’ll really get you in the mood.” with the earpiece on his hands, they reached for eli’s right ear, making the boy wince at the gesture.

the moment eli had it on, demetri held a small box and began pressing buttons. before he knew it, a sweet tune began playing.

eli’s eyes widened, staring at demetri as miguel furrowed his brows.

“stand by me by Ben E. King…what a c-classic.” eli smiled, bobbing his head to the rhythm of the music.

the three boys shared laughs and spent their minutes dancing and joking around with each other like there was no tomorrow. eli’s parents weren’t home as a result of their crazy night shifts; he didn’t bother.

quite certain of it, eli had grew confident as of now. it wasn’t just the music or the dance, but it was the way his friends made him feel at content whenever he needed them the most.

all the dancing and questionable movements had made them grew tired and thirsty which lead them downstairs to eli’s kitchen for a quick sip. surely, that wasn’t enough when miguel began grabbing his whole snack stock.

“the whole thing?” eli panted, fanning himself with his sweater where his sweat had seeped through.

he felt as his earpiece begin to dangle off, to which he adjusted quickly.

“uh…yea? i’ve been working out all day!” miguel defended, making eli scoff.

“joined this new dojo, and my sensei’s pretty crazy. everytime i’d step in, he’d tell me to-“

a mysterious ring from the doorbell rang out through the sullen house, cutting miguel’s sentence.

eli’s eyes narrowed to the ring. how strange.

early in the morning, his parent’s told him that they wouldn’t be home ‘till around late midnights. glancing over at the clock on his walls, it was past 7 pm.

“ding dong ditch?” demetri shrugged, walking towards miguel whose hands formed fists infront of his chest.

not long after, his doorbell rang for the second time.

the boys were just as confused, sharing looks as they froze in place. walking towards the door, miguel reached for the door knob to which eli had hustled him back in response.

eli breezed past him. with his palms that rested on the door frame, he pressed his body against the surface, looking through the peephole before opening it.

his eyes widened at the sight, a flare of sudden overwhelming emotion to which he could only stutter.

“w-what..?” demetri felt a bit groggy because from the looks of it, that was no look anyone would give their parents.

“i-it’s y/n…” eli stepped backwards, slowly bringing his hands up to clasp his mouth, staggering a bit with a blank stare.

“f-fuck. go up! go!” eli whispered loudly, repeatedly flicking his hand away from himself, shooing the boys.

miguel and demetri’s heart began to race as they rushed up the stairs, but not as bad as eli’s. his knees grew weak as his brain began to fog to which he quickly shook his head, rapidly blinking.

mustering up the courage to face something that had nearly frightened the boy to death, eli took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and turned the doorknob.

“h-heyy y/n.” eli stammered, trying to stop his knees from shaking so much.

“hey eli!” you chirped, holding a handful of things to which looked like chocolate’s and comics.

eli’s eyes that scanned you from top to bottom, he quickly snapped out of it and stepped backwards, making way for you to step inside.

the confidence had suddenly went down the drain. everytime he’d dream of being inches away from you, he’d begin to feel his heart flutter at your unwavering eyes as butterflies stirred in his stomach.

never in his wildest dreams would he EVER imagine a girl like you would end up talking to a boy like him.

never in his wildest dreams…would he ever expect you to show up at his front porch. with confectionary.

“s-so…how did you g-get my address..?” where you softly sat on the couch of his living room, palms that rested on your knees politely, eli slowly walked up towards you; in fears of startling you if he moved too quick.

narrowing your eyes to the boy who’d stop walking everytime you glanced over at him, you reached for your tote bag and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, unraveling it.

“if it isn’t you who wrote it, then i don’t know who did.” you stood up from the couch, walking towards the boy whose eyes wandered all over the place as you got closer.

so that’s what happened last! eli thought as he began to connect the dots.

you reached for his hands that picked on his nails, bringing them towards you and opened them, placing the crumpled piece on his palms that were cupped together.

tucking strands of hair behind your ears which never fails to make him fluster, you walked back to the couch.

“i take it back, the last part of the conversation will be very important from this day forth.” a static voice crackled in eli’s right ear which had sounded familiar to miguel’s.

“maybe you didn’t pace long enough.” demetri snickered through the earpiece.

eli winced at the static, but it didn’t bother him. he walked towards the couch where you sat knees crossed. resting his hands on the arm rest, he took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

“s-so…you brought your favorite c-comics..?” he smiled, looking at the familiar covers of the comic.

“well, i know they’re your favorites too. wouldn’t it be cool if we got to read together?” you replied, picking for a comic.

lifting a favorite comic from your bag as your eyes met his, your eyes that sparkled with a smile that accentuated your red cheeks, he felt his heart skip a beat.

he thought you looked cute.

“oh my god i just KNOW you’re sweating man.” demetri rang in his ears, snapping eli out of his trance.

“s-sure…yeah we c-could do that.” eli’s voice began to shake to which you took note of, making you giggle.

you inched sideways, making room for eli to sit on despite the empty spots that were available before you shifted.

he smiled and sat down on the empty spot. immediately, he began to jitter. powered his heart that raced, and pumped fresh rivers of adrenaline into his veins.

“we could go to my room, if you’d like.” eli blurted with such confidence, as if miguel and demetri were never there to begin with.

“DUDE?” demetri panicked over the earpiece.

to his offer, eli could NOT have took back what he just said, especially after he’s mustered up the unknown courage to have asked you that in the first place.

his adrenaline was too pumped for his true mission, that he failed so much to properly communicate with the girl of his dreams.

“sure!” you chirped, packing all your things that you took out back to the bag.

“fuck, miguel what do we do?”

“i don’t fucking know. shit!”

“does the closet fit for two-“

“no, I’m not getting in there with you.”

the two angels that bickered around his ears had contributed to eli’s panic as he stood there, glued to the floor unable to move.

“wait…demetri, come!”

putting the last comic inside your tote bag, you dusted your skirt and rose to your feet, eyes meeting eli’s.

with a sheepish smile, he lead you to the stairs as you slowly followed him from behind. it wasn’t too far up from the first floor which was a major problem.

“you’re crazy if you think i’m going to jump off the window.”

major problem indeed.

eli’s eyes began to wander as his fingers drummed the rails, thinking of ways to make time for demetri’s decision as both eli and you kept progressing.

an idea that struck his eyes at an instant, his eyes narrowed downwards, to which he then stubbed his toe on the staircase. purposely.

you peeked over to eli’s grunt, investigating the source.

it didn’t matter if it looked unnatural, eli had one side mission, and that was to buy some time for his friends.

“there’s a ledge dude, it’s safe.”

“whatever you fucking s-say…”

getting into the kneel, eli shot up in relief, making you wince at the sudden movement. he looked back at you, letting out an uneasy chuckle before he continued walking the stairs and finally making it to the edge.

sucking in a deep breath, eli gripped the doorknob and pushed the door open.

scanning the room, no signs of demetri and miguel were found to be inside the room. he sighed with relief, releasing the tension from his shoulders as you walked in.

“your room’s cozy.” you told, placing your bag on the floor.

walking towards the bed, you sat on the edge of the mattress, letting your hands graze the soft blanket. you look at the boy intently whose eyes looked away in instant, giggling at your effect.

“well, come here eli.” you say softly, patting the open space next to you for the boy who stood so sullenly at the corner of his room.

his eyes shot up at your command, slowly making his way towards the swivel chair that rested near the bed.

just as he was about to plant himself on the seat, you giggled, making him jerk up.

“not there,” you rose from the bed, walking towards the boy, “here. with me, on the bed.” your hands reached for his, leading him to his bed.

“oh my god miguel are you hearing this?”

“eli, don’t panic.”

as a result, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over to anything in the room but the girl who sat so inches away from him, your hands lightly grazed his.

“y-you said that…maybe we could read together?” eli pressed his lips together until they whitened and turned numb.

“we can, of course we can.” next to him, you lay flat on your stomach. “i just figured that…maybe you’d want to talk about the project first?” you lapsed into a whisper, teasing him.

a lump began to form on his throat as a thin layer of sweat began to form on his temples. he gulped, looking down at the sight to see you in such a relaxed position, slowly growing inquisitive of what else it could mean.

“yea eli, i thought you’d wanted to talk about the project.” miguel sneered, making eli whimper.

eli let out a chuckle, fanning himself with his sweater that’s almost drenched in his own sweat.

“i-uh…”

“i’m kidding. come here.” your hands reached to the sleeve of his sweater, giving it a slight tug so that he’d lay next to you.

“holy shit.”

holy shit indeed.

he turned his head facing you and immediately, eli’s eyes locked with yours in a glaring stare, making you feel quite intimidated.

nothing in the surroundings could’ve drowned out the voices that roamed around his head, internally screaming about your features and everything he had to pour out about you.

you’re so beautiful. i like you more than i like myself and i just can't help but think about pressing my lips against your soft—maybe even just hold your hand or play with your hair, y/n you make me feel alot of things, i’ll be yours until the stars fall out the sky-

“what are you thinking about, eli?” you giggled, slowly raking your fingers through his hair, awakening him from his inner thoughts.

the low light in his room might be deceiving you, but you’re sure you can make out of the slightest pink tinge to his cheeks.

in a heartbeat, the gap between the both of you had suddenly closed, sinking in nothing but the sudden starvation on his lips with his hands that caressed your jaw ever so lightly.

eventually, but without warning, you pulled away—completely parting the intimate contact.

“d-did you just…kiss me?” despite giving in for the first few seconds, you’ve never anticipated the unexpected.

eli jerked up sitting on his bed, looked away, almost ashamed and sorry he had kissed you. he groaned fearfully, raising his hands to his face; what a shame.

taking a deep breath that hissed like a snake, a long and deep breath to calm his beating heart, he answered.

“yes. yes i did kiss you, a-and i’m sorry.” eli paused, vigorously shaking his head, incapable of meeting your eyes.

“y/n, f-falling in love with you was…wasn’t apart of my plan!” he flailed his arms, “b-but i don’t regret it.”

“i don’t think you e-even realize how much power you hold over me because for every little thing you do for me, whether it is that you check my homework or not…i cherish that time.” this time, he stammered less.

“i cherish that too much. i remember every little thing about you, more than i care to admit like a f-fucking weirdo.” it was no longer an easy plan to choke back his tears that streamed down his cheeks, forming a damp pool on his sweater.

“s-so yeah…i d-did kiss you. and i’m sorry…” eli turned his body away from you, sitting in the edge of his mattress, bowing his head under his hands that clasped the back of his head.

you clung to every word, where it hit you like a blow to your stomach, you were momentarily speechless.

this was the most eli has ever expressed, and it was too much to take in, even for both miguel and demetri, the silent spectators.

he believe he’s blew every chance he had of getting closer to you—like that kiss was the last time he’d ever feel a woman’s touch.

“eli.” you crawled to the boy. “i don’t think you’re weird.” you threw your arms around his shoulders and gave him a tight hug, pressing your body against his back.

you heaved off the bed, and stood in front of the man in distress, getting closer as you rested your hands in his shoulders, gaining an instant look from his face as he lifted his head.

“if you’ve felt this way…” your hands trailed from his shoulder all the way to his forearm, “for god knows how long…” just when eli thought that was the limit, you slowly sat on his widespread lap, cupping his face.

slowly observing his every move to see if he was comfortable with the gesture; he didn’t bother. at all.

“why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” was all you said before you leaned in, pressing your lips against his.

“maybe…cue the music demitri?”

“knew this would come in handy.”

and soon, a sweet tune chimed in eli’s ears and only his, making him feel as if he was a character in the movie reaching the peak of his life.

his hands began to snake to your waist, caressing them so dearly—you couldn’t control the voice that came out of you. applying light pressure into his body you pressed against, you both slowly collapsed onto the bed.

from where it was you that was on top of eli, he flipped you over as he held your waist so firmly, making it so that he is now on top of you.

his lips trailed down all the way from your jaw to the crook of your neck, your soft sighs turned into muffled moans as he began sucking your neck, with his hands that crept under your shirt trailed to the underwires of your bra.

“dude turn this shit off!”

you couldn’t help but wrap your knees around his body, locking him in place as if he’d leave any sooner—he was scared you’d leave first. this gesture gave him permission to slowly grind on you.

the bed began to rock back and forth and you couldn’t help but smile at the progress—you felt as the bulge between your heat grow stronger with every motion it took to grind back and forth.

“mmhm…eli.” you moaned into his ear, digging your fingers onto his back.

“what in the budget porn?!”

“amazing demetri, you made everything but a modification to at least mute th-“

eli parting the contact momentarily which caused you to whine from the part—he ripped off the earpiece from his right ear with no remorse, throwing them away, and went right back to press his lips against yours truly like there was no tomorrow.

from what set off as sparks has ignited into flames. with your bodies that moved in sync, you gasped when you felt a hinge of tongue in your kisses, moaning in between the kisses.

“f-fuck i’m getting close.” eli blurted out without properly thinking through.

to his remark, you hooked his calves making him topple over you. with all your power, you flipped the boy over so that you were now on top of him, grazing the bulge that lived beneath his sweatpants as a permission to take them off.

he nodded shyly, groaning as you began to undress his bottom to reveal a hard figure. smirking at your effect, you undressed your bottom and took off your underwear, slowly positioning his tip at your entrance.

“fuck!” you gasped as you felt him inside of you, arching your back to the pleasure as you rode the boy.

from what had started from a slow and steady pace had began growing gradually faster. it was eli cementing you in place; then it was your sighing. please, oh please.

you felt as he began to twitch inside of you followed by his moan that rose in level, slowly getting off his swollen tip. quickly, you grasped and began pumping his shaft; taking him in your mouth.

and with no warning, a sudden gust of warm liquid pools in your mouth as his hips rut forward.

“i-i’m sorry.” eli immediately pulled away from you, his breath coming out in short pants, mimicking your own shallow breathing. you grabbed your shorts and put them on.

he heaved off the bed and wore his pants. he helped clean you off—stepping in front of you, eli’s hand gently lifted your chin, where he couldn’t help but stare at you to his hearts content before planting a kiss.

with what he’s marked all over from your chest to your neck, safe to say he’s grown more brave and bold; with still little doubts that can circle around from time to time.

the last few minutes were spent fixing up, talking about eachother and giggling over their quips—this night was his night, just as much as it was for you.

“well, i’ve got to get going.” you smiled, putting on your tote bag, grabbing a piece of chocolate from the chocolate bar you held earlier.

“don’t smile at me like that.. it drives me crazy.” eli smirked, making you scoff at his remark.

before you left, you walked towards the boy who sat on the edge of his bed, admiring his view of the sun and the flowers and how it is about you that makes him fall in love with you so effortlessly.

bending down gracefully, making sure you were eye level with the boy, you pressed your thumb against his bottom lip, softly parting them. with the piece of chocolate you had in your hands, you gently placed them inside his mouth and planted a kiss on his nose.

“see you tomorrow, wonder boy.” his face turned bright red from your gesture. “and decide which bag you want to use tomorrow. so many of them laying around the floor!” she left, closing eli’s room door behind her.

being certain that y/n has left eli’s place, he couldn’t help but smile and collapse face first into his pillow that was greeted with so much squealing and screaming in delight.

a sudden hard knock to his window had stopped him momentarily from shaking over what had happened, lifting the window, letting his poor friends in.

miguel and demetri’s eyes that widened and formed into slits, narrowing their eyes at their friend, eli finally cracked a small sheepish smile.

“look, i-i’m—“

“save it, you cock.” demetri bickered, dusting the leaves and debris off his pants.

the rest of their time were spent on eli talking intricate details about his intimate encounter, having both miguel and eli gag at the image. miguel had expressed how terrible it was out the window where his legs cramped so much from bending; he could only limp momentarily.

demetri complained about the unsanitary ledge to which eli shrugged off—it’s a ledge. in the end, both boys began teasing eli about his ‘singing voice’ and how ‘beautiful’ it sounded, making him fluster over the remark.

“hey, i guess it all worked out in the end,” miguel smiled, lighting eli’s eyes up with excitement. “now you’ve got her number!” he added.

“w-what…?” eli shot up, glaring at miguel from under his lashes.

“her number..?”

“FUCK!”

——— ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ———

a/n: never writing smut again cuz how yall do that lmao

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[isleofhawk]

through the earpiece.

an eli moskowitz x reader imagine. (1/2)

summary: incapable of doing this alone, demetri and miguel had came up with a brilliant plan to stage eli’s conversation with y/n through an earpiece off a loose script. just when eli thought this is where the line draws, his friends thought for one final plan in hopes of getting eli to know you better.

words: 2k +

part 1 , part 2

“...can you still hear us..?” demetri and miguel were seen hiding meters away for a plan that had no guarantee of working.

sitting on the table that lived in the corner of the area, fingers were crossed in hopes that eli would go by script and not try to fuck up this time.

eli began clasping his earpiece that hung on his right ear, making sure their voices were still heard that spoke through them, despite the vigorous activities that took place in the cafeteria.

“yes yes.” his knee began to fidget. the boy’s skin was clammy and slick with a thin layer of sweat.

constantly glancing over at the table the ‘girl of his dreams’ sat on where his eyes rocked back and forth, he wasn’t ready for the encounter, despite weeks of preparation.

with at least two questions left unanswered out of ten in his physics exercise, the eight of them were for the girl to ‘check’—even if he knew how to do them.

as the boys said, “if there isn’t a reason to talk to her, you’re screwed,” eli began thinking of numerous strategies that were left to collect dust, except this one in particular.

faint voices of eli’s doubts began bombarding his mind making his ears ring—a ring that was quick to leave once he felt a slight thud! of books that took over his lonesome table.

“hey eli!” the girl chirped.

his lips were dry, eyes locked on the girl whose hair bounced against her shoulders. he couldn’t help but stare at her completely awe-struck; slack-jawed.

“fuckin’...say HI ELI!” miguel yelled over the earpiece, making eli wince.

“..right...h-hi y/n.” he subconsciously began fixing his hair with his left hand, still clasping the right on his other ear.

“so...which is it that you want me to check?” y/n asked, twirling her curls that fell below the crook of her shoulder.

every feature y/n’s face held; he loved every single one of them, slowly taking in on how much better she looked up close—staring at the windows of your soul.

“GIVE HER YOUR FUCKING BOOK ELI DOG GAMMIT” demetri screeched through the static piece, snapping eli out of his trance.

vigorously shaking his head, his left hand reached for his notebook that sat on the right side of the table—extending his legs too so that his body would lean towards the book, grabbing them.

“h-here you go...” he flipped to the page where his answers were written on, rotating the notebook so that it’d face you.

she began unzipping her pencil case, taking out her pencil. whenever she begins checking eli’s work, she’d always shift in her seat making sure it’s comfortable because she gets easily distracted when no comfort surrounds her.

as y/n began checking eli’s work, he noticed her pearl necklace that dangled from her neck, a beautiful dull shade of silver that framed her bare neck so gracefully.

mustering up the courage to make his own move, he silently cleared his throat.

“your neck looks beautiful on your necklace.” eli blurted confidently, going off script. as realization struck to the impulsive boy, he clasped his hands to his mouth.

again, the boy couldn’t help himself when you’re sitting an inch away. he never knew he’d mess up THAT bad.

“you’re on your own buddy.”

caught by his remark, y/n’s delicate hands trailed down to her pearl necklace, where they shined as bright as the day it was made. y/n giggled, looking down at her nails.

“thank you, eli. your sweater looks amazing on you.” was all she had to say to get his heart skip a beat. needless to say, he wasn’t going to discard of that sweater any time soon...or wash it.

“hey good job man. me and miguel really thought this was the end.” demetri sighed.

despite going off script, he believed his improvisation works wonders. his head that bowed down had never felt so easy to lift whenever you’re around.

eli loves your presence despite continuous days of ‘checking your work’. in all honesty, he KNEW how to do the last two questions. to reiterate, this was one of his brightest strategies to be able to make the slightest soul-contact.

the both of you shared similarities besides being the top of the class. liking the same comics both marvel and dc followed by the same movie genre, it was too good to be true!

despite the similarities, the only difference was that: he goes unnoticed.

when you’d spend the weekdays over at sam’s place, whether it’d be arranging parties or talking about this new dojo that opened up around the corner, eli would stay glued laying flat on his floor, thinking of such ways to at least get you to bat an eye on him.

he wasn’t completely bothered by his invisibility, the only downside that came with that was his inability to reach out to you.

“hey...you got them all right! again...” y/n chuckled, handing his book back to eli which snapped him out of his trance.

“yeah eli, again.” miguel sneered.

“i noticed you didn’t do the last two numbers...always has been the last two numbers huh?” you stood up from your seat and dusted your white skirt, leaving eli concerned, worrying that you’d leave his world forever.

that can’t be it eli thought.

his knees unknowingly began to fidget out of pure desperation, fiddling with his fingertips as he kept his gaze on you.

all that concern and agonizing—the thoughts begin to scatter once he felt your shoulders leveled with his, making contact with eachother. he felt a slight whiff of honeylemon breeze immediately travel up his nose.

“do you want me to help? it isn’t so hard so it wouldn’t waste any of my time.” and now that she sat by his left side, eli broke into a sweat.

his heart was in his mouth when his words were on the tip of his tongue—suddenly, he had forgotten how to speak any language.

“yes...eli, yes....” miguel spoke.

butterflies in his stomach?

eli had a whole swarm of bees in there. his cheeks began to repeatedly puff in efforts of trying to spew a single word out of them.

sealed tight, it felt as if his lips were sewn together that no air had left. although it looked like the poor boy was about to paint the tables with bacon and eggs that roiled in his belly, words really struggled to leave his mouth—as if his soul won’t let it.

from what came a genuine smile from y/n had slowly grew to a forced yet concerned smile; eyebrows furrowed and all.

“FUCKING NOD YOUR HEAD&$@$!” a loud smack! that went pass the sound barrier in the earpiece was done by demetri’s palm that clasped his forehead.

eli taking note of what poor demetri came up with—he eventually bobbed his head in approval, cheeks still puffed and lips puckered.

to his response, y/n hummed and began flipping pages to all relevant sources for her short teaching.

twenty minutes had passed of an engaging routine which consisted of y/n making sure eli had ‘understood’ whatever it is she had to say about the topic.

oh he understood. he understood everything there is to know about quantization.

numerous jokes of eli’s were slipped in during y/n’s teaching which made her giggle in response, and whenever she’d do that, so much pride would begin to consume his fragile heart.

the two angels that bickered non stop in his ear gave live commentary’s that would make eli slightly cringe; but it was all worth the cringe to see ‘his girl’ crinkle her nose at his commentaries.

“never took you for such a jokester.” y/n told, softly punching his shoulder, making the boy turn bright red.

“hey, you could definitely hang with me and sam sometime! if you want,” y/n tucked the strands of hair on her face behind her ears, “you can invite miguel and demetri too. it’d be nice to have someone like you around.”

the last bit of what you had to say never went through his ears, as they had rung at her first sentence. the deafening pain, yet a pleasurable cause.

“dude what the FUCK WHAT THE FUCK ITS HAPPENING ITS HAPPENING IT-“

both miguel and demetri KNEW EXACTLY what they heard. what went from suppressed laughters and snickers had grew to a blaring noise of two banshees, causing eli to flinch at the noise.

“woah...are you okay?” y/n says, reaching a hand out to the boy who began slowly inching backwards.

“m-mhm..” eli bobbed. loosing his fixed gaze, his eyes were all over the place when her knees began to touch eli’s.

just as you were about to drop the small case, you noticed his right hand.

strange. it’s been there for how long.

for whatever they had covered, the ‘subtle’ part of eli’s hiding had gone down the drain. your eyes that fixed its gaze on the right side of his face was enough to make his heart race.

“hey! i never got a chance to ask your favorite music genre, let me have a listen!” y/n chirped.

“aw shit mannnn. your fault miguel.”

“mine? you screamed just as loud as i did!”

“eli is your volume setting too high?”

“maybe he’s sound sensitive...”

“i-i uh...i-it’s...uhhmm..” it didn’t help that with the burning clench of his hands or the adrenaline coursing through his body, his stammers wouldn’t have prevented y/n to reach for his earpiece that dangled freely.

“does this thing have an off button? isn’t it a push to talk?!” demetri began fiddling with the buttons.

“i don’t fucking know demitri, you’re the tech wiz!”

the ‘earphones’ that was now in your hands had concerned you, for they looked...odd. out of curiosity, your hands had began to slowly reach for your ear.

because the earpiece was a part of eli’s sweater, it had brought his face closer to yours.

all these things that whirled in a matter of twenty minutes excites a mixture of feelings that combined fear, temptation, and exhileration. it was too much for poor eli to handle all at once.

n-no way...no no no... eli thought.

memories began to flash through his eyes, rueful thoughts came bombarding his feeble mind that made him question how it all came to this.

at this point, eli wouldn’t have imagined in his wildest dreams that this would’ve possibly be the way he’ll have his first kiss.

make something up eli! the voice roared in his head, making him jolt.

“it’s c-country music!” eli blurted, making y/n wince with the earpiece on her fingertips, stopping her motion. “i l-listen to country music...and...very s-slow slow jazz.”

“i have an idea.”

“hey, i love all sorts of genre’s won’t bother me!” you smiled innocently, placing the ‘earphone’ on your ear.

it didn’t help that he was a few inches away from your lips, almost leaving no room for God to come over and have a listen.

oh his heart raced, paralyzed like a concerned rabbit knowing he was doomed.

“you are...my fire...

the one...deeesire...

BELIEVE...what when i s-say...

I waaaant it thaaattt waaayyy !!

tell me -what- whyyy ?! ain’t noth-“

y/n giggled, taking off the earpiece. handing it back to eli, still shaking over the ‘plan’ you heard. his arms began to fold, eyes gazing at the seat of the cafetaria.

“l-look... whatever you heard, i-i’m sorry. i just w-wanted a reason to t-tal-“

“it’s definitely not country or slow jazz...but i love that song too.” y/n cut his sentence.

the slight tilt of his head where his confusion heightened, his mind went blank.

“well, that was an amazing remix of the backstreet boys.” despite wincing to the dissonance of the song to what eli thought was a blabbering truth, you loved it.

putting the puzzle pieces together, a sigh of relief left his lips, knowing that his friends has got his back once again.

dismissing his potential fail with a shrug, he scratched the back of his head, finally regaining contact with your eyes.

the sound of plates and murmurs were of various students had taken over the silence between you both.

“for sure, that isn’t a walkman,” y/n says, “why do you have a ‘bodyguard’s’ earpiece anyway?”

“i have....t-tinnitus...” eli told with a gauging, anxious chuckle. “p-prescribed by my...ear doctor.”

“ahh...”

“tinnitus?? really man??”

soon, the blaring noise of the bell heard of eli’s silent cry for help. both of you had stood up and began packing your books, eli still shivering from post-embarrassment.

“i’ll see you in class.” y/n smiled, nudging his shoulder, leaving the boy slack-jawed and uncontrollably forming a smile after walking out of the cafeteria.

being so sure she wasn’t anywhere near the cafeteria anymore, eli scanned the area for two of his cheeky boys that had soon burst out of their seats in excitement.

they had ran towards the nervous wreck, smothering eli in playful punches and embracing hugs, lifting the boy off his feet.

“fucking scored her dude!” miguel chirped.

“i’m NEVER singing backstreet boys for a girl ever again.” demetri sighed, clasping his hand on eli’s shoulders.

“sEe you in cLass.” miguel teased as they all began walking through the never ending hallways.

“i hAve tInnitus..” demetri joined in, making eli chuckle.

eli had never felt so much joy. sure, temporary happiness was definitely a thing to keep him from sulking at the corner of his room, but this time, he felt like this was going somewhere.

he hoped.

“thank you guys.” eli smiled from ear to ear, looking over both sides of his shoulders where his two friends surrounded him.

“hey, it’s no problem man. happy to help-“

“boy do i want a girl in return!” demetri joked, arms flailing around, cutting miguel off his sentence. “get close to y/n, and maybe you’d help us score her friends too?” demetri wiggled his brows, making miguel chuckle.

“i’d love to help...but...” a wistful smile had formed on eli’s lips, “but i think this is...where i meet the end of the line.” his forced smile grew weak, growing teary eyed as he began to bow his head.

it was clear. miguel and demetri took notice of his actions, but only THEY knew it was definitely not the end. only they knew. for now. wincing at eachother, a smirk formed on both their faces.

weeks of planning will and should NEVER go down the drain, for they had a plan for their sullen friend.

“how are you so sure about that?” miguel questioned, in hopes to preserve of eli’s optimism which he lacked loads.

“i-i’m ju-“

“you know...today is project week, and this time...” demetri couldn’t help but smile at his progress, “it’s in pairs.”

that alone was enough to get miguel and demetri roar with so much pride that echoed through the hallways, eli still left clueless, wincing at their howls.

“i don’t think i underst-“

“sEe you in cLass, eli-kins!” both boys told with a pinch of tune to their mockery as they rushed to class, leaving eli behind to stand in his own misery and daze.

——— ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ———

“i’ll have miguel as my partner!” demetri shot up off his seat, walking over to miguel with glee.

with so much unusual joy that demetri had chose miguel over eli, he’s never felt so betrayed. ouch.

it was chemistry and eli’s teacher had assigned all students to a group project. usually, the projects would end with three to four people in one group.

apparently, that was not the agenda for today.

the assignment had come in pairs, as previously told by demetri. it was last week when demetri was called over to his teachers desk.

while the teacher had went out of the room for a quick toilet break, he couldn’t help but let his hands snake through numerous papers for upcoming lesson plans, to find that there’d be a chemistry group project.

that came in pairs.

sam had already chose aisha when the teacher had called their names one by one, asking who they’d want to pair with.

last time, it was y/n and sam. because of some suppressed tension that grew between aisha and sam, y/n wanted to make it better for sam and give her an opportunity to go and make amends with aisha.

coincidentally enough, it was just you and eli.

eli of course, had connected the dots. he didn’t want to jinx his hope, but as soon as demetri chose miguel and sam had chose aisha, it was manifestation waiting to happen.

his heart that raced out of pure desire hadn’t took long enough before his doubts start overlapping his excitement.

with questions that bombarded the boy of whether she’d want to pair up with a boy like him, if she actually genuinely liked him for being himself, hoping this wasn’t all some—

“i’ll be with eli!” you chirped, looking over to the boy on your far left with a grin.

she stood up, adjusting her sweater, and walked over to the boy who threw his head up over the sudden claim. he couldn’t help but fix his gaze at the girl who DOES want him.

of course, despite being the only choice, she wasn’t mad about it.

her hand that greeted his shoulders before she sat on the open spot, they trailed down to his elbows before parting the contact completely.

holy shit eli thought.

both demetri and miguel had smiled at their progress, trailing their eyes at the pair who sat just right infront of them.

“so, how does your place sound for the project?” you nudged his leg.

——————

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a/n: part 2 otw <3 this is me regaining my writing skills (i have no writing skills, only vague imaginations </3)

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another quick drawing of my sweet prinse and his binary brother <3

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finished doodle of my sweet prinse eli <3

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imagines 🦅

free of charge, for a boy like you! (hawk x reader)

summary: because hawk had degraded your abilities to fight, it has become your mission to prove of his useless defense and that you’re better.

too close to home. (hawk x reader)

summary: being scared of your imaginations has lead hawk to stay the night at your place. the both of you had NEVER expected it’d be more than just a night.

pomade on my face! (eli moskowitz x reader)

summary: It all started when you found pomade that set on the left side of Eli's table which set numerous sparks in your head to try certain styles that are WAY too foreign for boy .

through the earpiece. (eli moskowitz x reader)

summary: demetri and miguel had come with a brilliant plan to stage a conversation between the nervous wreck eli and you (girl of his dreams). just when things began to subtly die down, it wasn’t over JUST yet.

part 2

taco thursday? (hawk x reader)

warning: first attempt writing = shittiest fic

summary: the night after a friendly spar, he asks you to tag along on his night drive because it’s thursday...taco thursday thursday?

dating hawk . . (1 & 2) headcanons !

even if the relationship looked like it only consisted of hawk sheltering you from the dangers of the world, some rather eventful moments reminded you of the perks that come with this relationship.

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MIGUEL: it’s cobra kai !

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HAWK: it’s a way of life bro.

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guys please unmute you won’t regret it

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free of charge, for a boy like you!

a hawk x y/n oneshot.

summary: while hawk was obsessed over getting you to trust his defense, you were infuriated over his judgement that degraded your abilities to fight. former-ex of yours tory nichols thought you all there is to know for a fight.

a secret ability to everyone but your close friends Sam and Moon, it has become your mission to prove of his useless defense.

contents: bi-reader (some memories of tory and reader), action (?) , GIRLBOSS , no bad ending <3

a/n: pains me to take a step back from fluff for awhile, maybe try some action for now. very proud of how this is turned out!

word count: 6k

“my protection comes free of charge for a girl like you.” he placed his hands behind his head, bobbing his head at you.

you scoffed.

“thats funny...what makes you think I need you?” you bickered. not long after, miguel puffed his cheeks looking away in surprise, knowing you’ve silenced the red haired boy.

you were embarrassed FOR him. you found it funny how he’d assume a girl like you wouldn’t be able to handle a fight just because you weren’t enrolled in a dojo.

his intentions were considerate; however, you hated how it degraded you in some sort.

the blaring noise of the bell was enough to snap him out of his thoughts, making him scurry out of embarrassment. that alone made you feel like you owned every inch of him.

you walked away, smirking at your progress. it bothered you how he was all talk no show—well besides Demetri’s arm and how things were handled in Sam’s place, you didn’t need his shelter.

he’d boast on to other blind women on how his ‘protection came free of charge for a girl like you’ thinking he’d be smothered in kisses by then. you hated how they gave in, as they just fed his ego and gave him more reasons to degrade women with unknown potential.

he’s gotta be thankful that no threat was seen to be nearby.

behind the curtains, you were on the neutral side. understanding how water and oil don’t mix made it clear that you did not want eagle fang and cobra kai to ever accidentally encounter eachother when you were around.

you find that inner peace once there was no bad blood among both sides of the team between you. you thought of yourself as an anti-villain in this situation.

“if only he’d shut up.”

“who? the big red bird?” the girl with dark roots questioned.

the ends of her hair were golden like a sun. callouses that painted her knuckles and her lips that wore a mixture of smudged blood stained and electric red, she was the embodiment of a modern day valkyrie.

besides you of course.

“i don’t know tory, it pisses me off that he thinks he’s better than everyone...us.” you sighed, flicking a piece of metal on the sandy trail.

she sat across you, rubbing her lips together. “don’t let that work you up. besides, it’s all talk and muscle from natural testosterone.” she rose to her knees and inched towards you.

“hey, give in to a jerk and he thinks he rules the world.” she told.

apparently being tory’s ex girlfriend gave you the perks of learning numerous ways to violently defend yourself. tory being a kick-ass also thought you ways to strike first, and strike hard.

“what i just did...snake my grip or right arm across your throat and grasp your shoulder while my opposite hand pushes the back of your skull—that’s a typical sleeper choke.” tory gesticulated, smirking at her explanation.

ever since, you’ve fully been able to depend on yourself. not even tory, like you used to.

“what do i do once they’re on the ground...asking me to spare them?” you questioned.

no mercy has always lived by her; runs in the blood. in every lesson, she’ll often remind you why it’s important NOT to give in. It’s every man for himself.

“then you grab him by the balls, and tell him to stand up and get out of your way.” she brought her hands to her face, slowly clenching them into fists.

“woah.” you slightly flinched to the image, but smiled at her thought.

often times, you’d shrug off the idea of no mercy. you respected her ways as always. being her ex never stopped you from coming over sometimes for a light spar.

it’s been weeks since you guys have met because she had her own familial issues to resolve—you were your own trainer.

after school, you’d always walk home. your house was never far to begin with, it was just 4 blocks away. you made your way to the exit of the school, squinting your eyes at the rays that burst from the afternoon sun.

“hey, you!” a familiar voice called, causing you to peek behind your shoulder.

the source behind the voice made you want to gag. you ignored after a while, proceeding to walk away.

“hey princess i’m talking to you!” he cupped his hands around his mouth, hoping it’d be louder to catch your attention. again.

“hey, stay inside! the sun might catch your spikes on fire!” you turned back, smiling at your own remark.

“very funny!” he scoffed. you heard as his footsteps get increasingly louder, clutching your bag straps in annoyance. “where you heading?”

you sighed.

“7/11 then home as always. why does it concern you?”

“because i don’t think a girl like you should be walking around alone.” he snaked to his pockets, gazing down at the pavement.

“thank you for the worry big bird, but i’ll take it from here.”

he looked at you slack jawed with uncertainty to what he should feel towards your remark.

“look, can i at least give you a ride?” he offered, scratching his head.

“wouldn’t want to slow you down. i live a few blocks away from here so it isn’t necessary. thank you for the offer though birdie.” you quickened your pace, leaving him behind you.

“i-i got a helmet! and my s-seats are comfortable!” cupping his mouth, hoping it’d change your mind.

you brought your hand up above your head and signed a thumbs up.

Hawk always knew you were so hard to get. not that he was trying to score you or anybody nowadays, but because you were so play hard to get according to miguel, Hawk’s become a little more pretentious towards you.

make her want what she can’t have. ever since his breakup with moon, it’s been his mission to get her jealous over leaving him—an idea which gone down the drain once he saw her with her new girlfriend.

absolutely crushed, he smothered himself in pride over other girls in the class that swoon over his every move—however, he never miscounts the students in his classroom.

something felt wrong. something felt missing, therefore not fulfilling.

“what don’t i have man?” hawk flopped to his bed heading face first to his pillow.

“maybe its time to change hairstyles.” miguel joked, having hawk groan in response.

“look man, you just...gotta be a bit more humble. no girl’s gonna link with a dude whose all talk.” miguel sat on the edge of his bed.

“go talk your shit to kendrick lamar. i don’t let my guard down by being humble,” hawk scoffed, “how else do i opt to protect someone when they see me all...frail and everything?” he waved his arms frantically.

right now, you were his main goal as if nothing else mattered. it’s innate within people to impress the person you don’t get attention from. so many factors that drive pretentiousness; one of them being fear.

“miguel, i think i have an idea.”

“my cue to leave.”

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“silly bird tried giving me a ride home!” you were calling sam andoon. it’s become a routine to call your friends every night—you loved the company despite how silent it could get.

“oh my god he’s super obsessed with you!” moon chirped, receiving an instantly disgusted look that formed on your face.

“always wanted fans, but now that you mention such terrible possibility...” you scoffed. “oh come on y/n, he’s probably changed! he’s side by his friends and left cobra kai for good!”moon told.

“or...are you still...not over tory?” moon questioned, making sam roll her eyes to the thought.

“what the-NO no not that at all!” your arms were out with palms facing forward, “it’s just...red boy can get too bold sometimes it’s giving me second hand embarrassment.” you explained.

“like...he thinks i can’t defend myself.”

“to be fair, i don’t think he or anyone knows that you fight.”

“but that shouldn’t be a reason to...think less of what i can do.” you frowned, exhaling sharply as the two girls in the call were left drumming fingers and chewing on pencils.

you know what you said was true, and so did they. the little things always seem to get you worked up no matter how small they were. maybe hawk didn’t mean it that way.

he didn’t. you wanted that man to know somehow that you aren’t helpless because it’s simply not who you are.

“hey girls i’m gonna go.” you yawned, ending the call after saying your goodnight’s. you tucked yourself for bed, hugging your little fox plush.

you hated how he’d always find ways to talk to you. you hated how we was so obsessed with making girls think he’s everybody’s savior—like a prince charming that’d aid a princess. you really wanted to find ways to prove to him that you CAN fight.

with all these thoughts that bombarded your head before you sleep, it was your mission to prove to Hawk that you’re more worth of his so called protection; however, you’re afraid that you might be the one obsessed over his approval.

“one day.” you closed your eyes.

——— ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ———

“$200 bet on the line man, woohoo!” hawk clenched his hands above his head, jumping against the pavement in the dark alleyway.

“i still dont understand why you couldn’t have just payed them to fake a fight?” miguel nodded his head left and right, pinching his brows.

“well that isn’t very...authentic. besides, i know i could jump Rico’s buddy’s.”

“if you say so, they’re larger than we are.” miguel sighed. “i’m just gonna be there to...record the whole thing.” he added, smiling tight lipped.

it was 1 am. apparently, this isn’t the brightest idea Hawk has ever thought of. when trouble isn’t around, he’d usually look for one—in this case, he hired 3 men to jump him tomorrow at 7/11.

why? because he knows you’ll be there to watch the whole scene unfold, staring at Hawk like he’s the strongest person ever as your knees shake in thrill. let a man dream.

finally, his plan to shelter you from any potential harm will finally work after exposing you to the dangers of Rico’s buddies the world.

“oh it’s on.”

“i’m not getting my $40 back.” miguel threw his hands above his head.

——— ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ———

nothing was to die for in the cafetaria. you were thankful to pack your own lunch which consisted of toast bread and scrambled eggs—not so lunchy, but good sources of carbs and protein.

what was always sam, moon, demetri, and sometimes miguel that sat by you, it was never Hawk; however, he’d always glance your way.

strange bird you thought, taking a bite out of your eggs.

deep into your thoughts, you’ve completley isolated any noise that was out there and directed towards you.

today, you sat alone with a textbook opened. the physics test was tomorrow—not that it was anything serious, it was just a small quiz. nevertheless, you don’t want anybody taking your spot that shined the brightest at class.

not long after reading, a slight thud shifted your attention to its source.

“if gravity didn’t exist, i wouldn’t mind falling for you.” the red spiked boy told alluringly, placing a finger on your textbook, slightly bringing it away from you.

“...what?”

“that was a physics reference. one of the simplest most brightest-“

“what are you doing here?” you snapped.

“woahh relax sweet thang,” he pulled his arms up, palms facing out in defense.

“i just wanted to see how you’re doing in such a fine afternoon...oh and you’re using the wrong unit. that would be 20 eV (electronvolts).” his hands reached for the cherry that belonged to a kid in the neighboring table.

you hated how...he was right. sometimes, you completely forget that he DOES have a functioning brain; that was before his transformation.

before the facade, you and Eli were topping boards in your class, silently fighting for the pedestal that keeps switching names when one of you would get higher than eachother in tests.

those days were long gone when he decided to slowly start bailing on the first session, which became the second...then the third...you know how the story goes.

“so...” he was sat infront of you, the table was the only thing parting you both. “...where are you heading today...buttercup?” he leaned towards you, resting his head on his hand.

man what the hell you spoke softly.

you shuddered at his remark, eyes and nose crinkled as you shake your head, uncontrollably smiling at the idiot—cringe.

he felt the same way towards his own comment, leaving him to quietly suffer of his own actions. you both exhaled sharply, hawk drumming his fingers.

“the usual. convenient store and home. why does it concern you so bad?” you locked eyes with the red haired boy, “because if you’re up to no good, i swear i’ll-“

“what? no!” he jolted. “if anything, i’d do whatever to prevent danger!” his arms frantically waved. ironic.

“danger is my middle name.” he clasped his hands behind his back, tilting his head upwards.

“uh huh.” you closed your book and finished up the last bite of your toast and scrambled eggs, dusting your sweater standing up. you narrowed your eyes over his suspicion, but shrugged it off.

just when you were packing your stationery, he noticed your knuckles—they were painted ruby red followed by callouses and marks that framed the joints so...painfully.

slack-jawed, his eyes trailed to your face and as things get less blurry, he noticed the right eye you’ve always seemed to unintentionally hide; the faintest shade of purple and black that surrounds the under eye.

his eyebrows furrowed at the sight. so many thoughts ran through his head, bombarding his head; you were in danger he thought. now he’s more fueled than ever to defend you.

“wouldn’t wanna be late for class...how bout you come join me?” for the first time, you genuinely smiled. “maybe we can learn something new today.” you encouraged, slowly walking away.

snapping him out of his trance, he was programmed to follow you this instant at this hour. you hoped that he’s following you because he wants to learn, not because he’s interested in you. well either way, you’re not going to date an idiot.

not that you were trying to re-furnish the boy or everything.

the bell hasn’t rung, but you both were walking painstakingly slow at the infinite hallway. you hummed your favorite tune while Hawk was clearly...devastated. he felt like he failed somebody.

“wow, you’re oddly quiet.” you peaked, locking your eyes with the boy whose twisting a ring on his finger. “...and awfully nervous.” you grew concerned, walking infront of him to stop the boy.

“you’re scaring me big bird. everything alright?” the next thing you know, your free hand lightly cupped the side of his face—immediately pulling back once you’ve gained your conscious.

slowly, he reluctantly reached for your hands that held him. grazing them ever so lightly, with his other, he was quick to twist your open palm—eyes locked on the tint red that painted your knuckles.

“...who did this to you..?” this time, he was dead serious. his face began to heat, eyes were narrowed. he never did a good job on maintaining his breath—they were so sharp.

you clenched your jaw at such ludicrous question and pulled your hand back. locking eyes, you saw the starvation in his eyes; they hungered for somebody’s blood.

you shaked your head and gazed downwards at the floor, escalating away. this time, he didn’t chase for you as he was held back by his thoughts.

wrong time. wrong fucking time. you thought.

the rest of class was spent on you both silently judging eachother. while you were concerned of your other side that might seep through thin mattress, Hawk grew very worried...for you.

thought’s of his other responsibilities flew away in such a short amount of time; even the dojo. you were his main responsibility, and he aims to keep you safe.

miguel: you can’t be serious. there’s no way y/n ‘s gotten herself wrapped up in shit like that.

his phone buzzed.

hawk: that doesn’t explain the bruises.

miguel: hey man, who knows...she could be secretly working out? callouses form when you do knuckled push ups...or throw fists at punching bags.

hawk: but that doesn’t explain the one on her eye. its a BLACK EYE. much worse, it’s faded. this had to happen somewhere last week.

hawk: i’m so fucking stupid how have i never noticed them!

his teeth began to grit. rapid breaths start to increase in sharpness along with his hands that formed fists—nails cutting his palm, he threw his phone across the classroom.

the loud thud that drew the students attention to you, even yours. you looked back at the horrid scene that made you slightly anxious.

“excuse me, eli?” the chemistry teacher raised their tone.

he shot up from his desk and stormed out the classroom, gaining an instantly worried look from you.

you glanced over to miguel who just so happens to stare right back at you, almost immediately looking else where.

you definitely had to do something with this, you just couldn’t place your finger on it.

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“i swear! i had nothing to do with it!” miguel was against the locker, cornered by you. it didn’t matter how embarrassing it looked for the both of you, something just didn’t feel right.

you didn’t like it.

“i don’t appreciate lies, all-valley champion.” you snickered, leaning closer to the boy.

“whatever it is, i don’t mean any harm and i have no malicious intents. look, if it makes you feel any better, i do...” you stopped yourself, thinking if this is how you want to blow yourself out.

“...you do..?”

“i...i go home and...”

“...a-and?” miguel milked your words eagerly.

you shakes your head. this was too much, you didn’t want to talk. this is not the way.

you groaned in frustration and just as soon as you were about to head away, your hand formed into a fist and swinged for the locker beside miguel’s face, releasing a sharp BANG! that echoed through the empty halls.

“i’m sorry...so sorry man.” you apologized, backing away from a scene that left miguel in thrill. you escalated.

not long after, Hawk came over from the other side of the hallway to investigate the source of the bang, watching you sprint across the hallway.

there had to be no way it was miguel. his position, back against the locker did not match the action that produced such wild noise.

that wasn’t me miguel mouthed, wide eyed and clearly shaking.

——— ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ———

gasping for air, you stopped midway trying to catch you breath. it was hard, especially when you were working your way to choke back the unnecessary tears that formed during the tense conversation.

the rays of afternoon sun blared into your eyes, causing you to squint at its intensity. your hands clasped your knees still trying to control your breath—that was until you heard familiar footsteps approach you.

“y/n. tell me what’s going on.” a familiar voice told.

you stood straight up, peeking behind your shoulders.

“whatever happens to me does NOT concern you, big red.”

“all i want to know is that you’re okay!” he exclaimed, rushing forward. “it doesn’t put me at ease when somebody i know gets beaten up-“

“and how would you know if it isn’t me throwing my fists at someone?” you snapped back, finally turning to face him.

“what...you think i’m frail, don’t you?” your fists that hid under the sleeve of your wrists began to clench.

“you think i’m...a silly girl living such a wreckless life, finding ways for danger to come right at me so i could... swoon and call for your help—feed your ego, make you feel like the savior you wished you were. is that what you think i am?”

your eyes and nose begin to crinkle at your remark, making your lips pucker. Hawk took notice of your breath that began to rapidly increase—reaching for your hands once again.

“no. you stay off me. my responsibility isn’t your concern.” you flicked his incoming hand, taking a step backwards to the pillars that held the roof flap of the school.

“i-i just want to make sure you’re okay. you’re making me wo-“

“and i didn’t ask you to do that!” and that was your last straw. without looking back to reassure he wasn’t about to start anything, you walked away.

what is his fucking deal? you thought.

he angered you and worst of all, he didn’t know that it’d put that much of an effect on you. you hated how he’s able to effortlessly make you suffer, carrying the weight of self doubt.

“listen, y/n. you don’t let anybody rule you, even if it wasn’t their intent, don’t let them hold you back from something great.” tory soothed you as you lay all over her chest.

“i don’t want to hurt people, even if they hurt me first. not like you tory. if anything, i want to gain everything through peace.”

“why?”

“because i-it’s the right thing to do. right way to end. the right way to...live an ordinary girls life.” your lips began to quiver. you had no control over yourself and you begin to feel it crack.

your arms tightened their grip that encircled tory’s waist.

fury blazing like a house on fire, your steps grew stronger every time you took new ones. the tears that carried waves and sailed ships, they raced past your cheeks.

thankful for what it seems like an empty road, you were no longer able to control your stream, or the voice that left you.

“hey...” tory rubbed your back, bringing your face to hers, softly caressing them, “it’s no longer your life to live if you’re worked up over the ordinary girl.” she wiped your tears, pouting to the sight.

“i’m just...tired of p-people...boys thinking we’re nothing other b-but...a lost cause.” you blurted.

tory sat up, adjusting her position—automatically making you sit up.

“if that’s the case, maybe it’s time you break the norm. after all, they were meant to be broken if they make you question it so much.” she chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“the reason most never excel is because of fear; whether it be of the people, it drives them away from our true potential. that’s why i broke them.” she added.

“it’s time to put an end to fear, and more to potential. may god have mercy upon my enemies, because i won’t.” and with that, the both of you bursted with laughter, gazing at the blue skies.

what came from uncontrollably crying, you started giggling to your memory. your shoulders were at ease as if somebody had set you free from a harness that weighed a city.

your jaw that was tense had loosened up, and so did your hands that relentlessly clenched for what felt like restless years—you sighed in relief.

“no more hiding.” you told yourself, walking towards the convenient store that longed for your presence.

——— ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ———

the sun had begun to set as dusk had prepared herself to settle over the clouds. the light of the stars began to unravel as the sky slowly grew darker.

you had been in the convenient store for awhile. this is because you enjoyed talking to the cashier and helping them clean around the store. it was therapeutic work for you.

besides, you were able to sit inside and do your own things in there. it gets a bit quiet at home and you wanted to find meaningful ways to kill time—like befriending cashier for 3 solid years.

it was an empty parking outside, and it was quiet out this time.

“this is totally not creepy.”

“because it’s not! we’re just making sure she’s okay! we’ll leave once she’s safe!” a voice muttered.

turns out, the roads weren’t so empty. what crept half a mile away behind y/n’s previous painstakingly slow walk were two boys following you home. one obviously being dragged along and the other, worried for you.

they waited a good distance outside 7/11, hiding beneath the bushes. motorbike’s begin to pull up near the store, making both boys shift their focus for a split second before looking back at y/n.

strange, didn’t know people knew of this place Hawk thought, shrugging it off.

what felt like hours felt like years of waiting; after monotonous hours that consisted of constantly shushing eachother, miguel muttered and dusted his knees, standing up.

“what are you doing?!” Hawk bickered, eyes still glued to the store.

“i’m done man. i’m tired, i’m sick, i’m hungry-i’m calling it a day.” he told, dusting the rest of his outfit, “whatever it is, goodluck to whatever-“

and WHACK!

a voice loud enough to make Hawk turn to his side. the fist that weighed bricks were enough to send miguel plummeting onto the hard pavement, knocking him out into the abyss.

the loud thud was enough to shock Hawk standing on his feet.

“oh...you guys.”

“this is a bet you asked for. no forfeit.” one of the big guys told, slapping the palm of his hands over his fists repeatedly.

“look guys, i’m not feeling it today, could we try this another time-“ a sentence that was quick to swap with a gasp.

a fist that shot his stomach, it sent him flying towards the walls that cracked once it made contact with Hawk’s solid back. he fell onto his arms that defended his head from any impact, and rose right back on his feet.

now, he was more furious than ever. he fixed his stance.

the three men laughed wickedly, full of rasp—one that was to end almost immediately when you’ve mustered up the power to sweep one of their legs, falling on their back unable to get up as the tailbone had hit the wheel chock.

“you’re just lucky kid.” the second guy with a face tattoo groaned. it read ‘harlequin’.

Hawk smirked, his hands that curled into a fist, they shot for the bridge of his nose. causing the man to roar, blood splattered all over the pavement.

just as he was about to go for the last hit, the third guy yanked Hawk’s shoulder and dug his fingers onto them—twisted Hawk towards him and aimed for his ribs.

got him bad.

with the last of his remaining power, he yanked the hands of the ‘harlequin’, grabbing ahold of his head and crashed them into his knees, hitting his nose once again.

“you’re fucking dead kid.” he bickered.

next thing Hawk knew, pairs of fists to what felt like anvils began running towards his body. for a moment, everything felt blurry for Hawk. what felt like seconds of resilience felt like hours of holding his arms to his face, defending them.

the pace got slower, yet more impactful. he had a stunned moment of shock when the lights began to dance as the world got a little blurry, but it was still there.

this time, he hoped for a miracle. pictures flashed momentarily in his head as the bright glare got brighter—it was all a motion blur.

“hey!” a familiar voice rang.

and for awhile, the beating stopped. Hawk felt relieved and cherish this while.

“get your fucking hands off the boy...” the voice was angelic, yet very menacing.

“...or what..? what are you gonna do ‘bout it, silly little girl?” Hawk heard as their footsteps began to step away from him, turning his head towards the familiar voice.

no fucking way Hawk thought.

“tell your ancestors I mean no harm.” and right off the bat, y/n draws her fist, charging for ‘harlequin’’s chin, sending him to the air backwards with an uppercut.

the third man with the grill on his teeth watched as his friend flew backwards, defeatedly.

“y/n...”

“this is where you shut the fuck up.” you silenced Hawk.

“y/n? beautiful name...for a brat like you.” Grill snickered.

you and Grill began circling eachother. where he grinned at the tension you both had created, your eyes had momentarily shifted at the helpless boy who you assumed started the whole mess.

“so you’re the one he’s talking about...” he begins to mimic the pace you’re circling on “the brat he’s trying to impress...isn’t it embarrassing? you’re having a woman stand up for you.” he turned to Hawk, laughing.

a laugh that was wide enough, almost hiding the cold glint in his eyes—you were disgusted by his remark.

“i don’t want to hurt you...please.” you warned.

“if you don’t, he DIES.” he pointed at the red hawk, gradually getting closer to the frail boy.

he grabbed hawk by the neck, lifting him up and slowly choked the poor boy.

when suddenly,

you leapt forward, charging the man with grills. the first punch glanced his chin. not long after, the second punch doubled him over which let out the last bit of choked hair from his beer belly. Grill fell backwards with a loud thud.

Harlequin who stood right up to the thud had reached for your shoulders and attempted to drag you backwards.

your stance that chained both of your weights to the ground, you reached your hands backwards for his whole arms and kneeled, pulling him forward to a front roll, punching him face first.

“w-what the fuck.” Hawk croaked, gaining an instant look from you. on your knees, you inched towards the boy, reaching your hand out.

“hey...are you g-“ your words were swapped with a gasp when Grill charged you from behind, hitting the back of your skull causing you to fall sideways.

Grill gets on top of you and darts his fist onto your face. this time, your world was getting blurry.

come on, get up.

despite how painstakingly slow his punches were, they were impactful as Grill rose to his knees. lights began to dance when you began to feel no sensation in your head.

he hits you again, and whether it came from his knuckles or your lips, you tasted blood.

get up. come on y/n. get up.

Grill rose to his feet, and that’s when you felt his footsteps gradually walking away.

“if there’s one thing i learnt, pain does not exist in or out of the dojo.”

you felt as your tears began to stream. Hawk was helpless; he was badly injured—he could only sympathize at your suffering.

“defeat does not exist in...or OUT of the dojo.” tory ended.

the sparks began to form—they ignited to flames. no matter how painstakingly slow it took you, you used your arms as support your stand because you weren’t gonna loose. you weren’t gonna give in.

then, you stood again.

“i’m not fucking done.” you groaned.

and it was at that moment, Hawk looked at you like you were a demi-god; a preponderant being. he failed you, and you knew it.

with all the remaining energy you have left, you charged Grill against the wall, swinging your arms to his gut. the pain he expressed that rippled across his chest, you grabbed for his head and clashed them to yours—ending the fight.

you fell to your knees in victor, gazing down at your calloused hands that reached for your bruised face, trailing them down to where they hurt.

“y-y/n..?”

“oh h-hawk...” you inched towards him. whatever you had on him, whether it be a grudge or not, you left all of that in the doorstep of the store.

your hands slowly reached out for his ribs—you slightly opened his black tee which revealed a scene you were desensitized you, although it still hurt you to see him this way.

“y-you’re okay...y-you’re...you’re..OK!” a race of emotions bombarded your head. you slapped the man and before he couldn’t even respond, you let out an agonized stream of tears that began flowing harder than ever.

“y-you’re so fucking stupid Eli,” your hands covered your face, “s-so fucking stupid...d-don’t ever do that again!” you slammed your fists against the pavement, gasping for air.

he felt terrible. so terrible. and now it clicked, that whenever he was out looking for danger, he realized that he could’ve potentially lose somebody over his own greed.

he could’ve lost you.

“i-i’m sorry...” was all he said before he pulled you in for a hug. surprisingly, you gave in. he closed his eyes and held you in place as if you’re going to disappear, letting his tears trace its path through his dusty cheeks.

“i-i’m sorry..for everything. i didn’t mean to be little you—i’d never do that. i’m sorry if it rubbed you off the wrong way because to me,” he reached for your face, slowly parting them from his shoulder, “you’re more powerful than i’ll ever be.”

tilting your chin upwards, he soothed them with tender caresses. oh how he wished he could just ease the pain away—the verdicts of his that you carry and his troubled self.

“h-hey...” you softly placed your hand on his that held your face, “y-you’re not as...bad as i thought..” you both chuckled, locking eyes.

“but i-i’m not forgiving you anytime soon.”

“hey, this is my mistake. it doesn’t matter if you don’t forgive me. all that matters is that you’ve ended the war.” he replied.

between the you and him, there was still some blood, but it wasn’t completely bad. the weight of the tension has definitely decreased. it felt so much better that now he knew what you were capable off.

you weren’t going to rub it on him, just simply wanted to let him know.

from where you were infront of the boy, you inched so that you were next to him, in his arm, enjoying the gentle night-breeze that rustled your hair.

the stars were out on a cloudless night-you could say you and Hawk were star gazing with such truce, as if a war did hadn’t just happened.

“so, when were you gonna tell me you knew how to kick ass?”

“when hell freezes over.”

you both chuckled. truth be told, you liked being around his arms. metaphorically, you felt a sense of safety-and something about what creeps within you, whatever it was longing, it felt complete at this moment.

“hey...really, thank you for everything. i couldn’t thank you enough and if it weren’t for you, i’d be dead right now.” he placed his hand above yours, bringing them to his lips.

not gonna lie, that made you feel amazing.

“not a problem big bird. besides, my protection comes free of charge for a boy like you.” you smirked, narrowing your eyes at the pair that gazed at yours.

you both knew so well that it rang a bell. his heart began to flutter, but this was different. he felt a slight adrenaline rush that caused his cheeks to burn bright red.

“very funny.” he chuckled.

“what th-the fuck just happened...?” miguel lifted himself up from the ground, knees still in contact with the rigid pavement.

adjusting his eyes, he couldn’t believe what he saw.

“w-what the hell happened to you two?”

“long story.” you told.

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[isleofhawk]

dating hawk (2)

headcanon

part one !

warning: slight nsfw (?)

sometimes, you’d understand why he’s always late to school. as much as he didn’t want to admit it, styling his mohawk played an important role to his appearance. it was his trade mark; and it was serious.

“you missed like 3 sessions of class?”

“these damn products just get worse! even the healthcare system beats it!”

LOOVES IT when your finger trails his tattoo. it makes him shiver uncontrollably and definitely turns him on.

he’d mistake so many of your actions to be rather...suggestive. like definitely this one time when he sat down mindlessly man-spreading on his roller chair.

“woah woah wait like...right now? okay tiger let’s get the sh-ohh you were...okay you’re...grabbing the pencil.”

“yes i wash my hair everyday. yes it gets dry, and yes i have great products.”

everytime you both went to the mall, there were no days you spent hours not shopping for clothes. he’d whine that you’re taking so much time to which you’d tell him to wait outside, but he rather cling onto you—except if you were shopping for under garments.

going into Victoria’s Secret was HELL. it was just as embarrassing to look brave and actually embarrassed. he’d wait outside for this one.

“if i bought one for you to wear for me would you-“

“no”

he’d always find ways for you to sit on his lap, no matter the occasion. most of the time, it’d work and you wouldn’t mind. maybe after a few minutes.

y/n: love your lap but can you do something about the phone in your pocket? it’s bothering my butt

hawk: ...get off my lap...please

y/n: you just-OH JEEZ HAWK!!

he’s either PDA or anti-pda. this is because he’s afraid of loosing the the scare when most of the time it’d always be him to initiate any sort of contact.

sometimes you’d watch him spar in a mini-tournament. he wanted you to watch him and you were all there for it, being his little cheerleader and all.

when he scores a point, he would always point your way in the crowd and wear a prideful grin that’d set flutters in your heart.

head butts you so much with his hair down whenever you’re busy reading a book. so much whining and groaning as if it wasn’t a minute ago you were telling him how much you love him.

“can you kiss me?”

“i did that like three minutes ago...come here.”

———

a/n: all i write his hawk x reader and i don’t plan on stopping unless someone releases one 💃

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[isleofhawk]

dating hawk . .

headcanons

although it may seem like the relationship only consisted of him consistently sheltering you from any potential danger, there were some moments you’d look back to which constantly reminded you the perks that come with this subscription relationship !!

a/n: couldn’t think of a oneshot so here goes! maybe i’ll make a second part if i’m creative enough <3

ever since it’s become a routine for Hawk to drive you home on his motorbike, he’d ALWAYS give you the helmet for your safety despite only having 1 (one).

that of course was for safety reasons, but you knew that it was partially because he couldn’t put it on his crisp liberty spikes. he wouldn’t DARE to crinkle hours worth of blood sweat and tears that made his spikes.

“helmets dont come in pairs!” he whined.

this is how your calls would go when you’re at the supermarket.

y/n: heyy i’m at the store, anything you want?

hawk: beer, 2 chips, soda, and beer will be enough

y/n: uh huh..that’s it?

hawk: yesss

y/n: ...are you sure?

hawk:

hawk: ok...one coconut milk shampoo

y/n: do you want it with the condi-

hawk: yes with the conditioner, say its for you if they ask

hawk: thank you princess.

hawk: love you to the moon and back

hawk: *hangs up*

“listen, my hair caught on fire but that’s besides the point...”

he owned numerous pairs of gi’s which would spark numerous ideas in your head. your cheeky little hands starved for a canvas, but not just any canvas.

the things you’d do to the gi; paint them, cut them, customize them, maybe even bedazzle them.

“if you bedazzle my gi I swear to god I WILL ... cry..”

many hours went by of your continuous pleading to which he eventually gave up defending; he let you customize only one. unleashing the abstract that painted your mind, it’s great that Hawk had spare gi’s.

“heyy i love this babyyy...” he lifted the sparkly neon colored gi, and it had suddenly felt harder to smile. he managed of course.

messing with him, you swapped his ordinary gi with sparkly neon colored gi.

miguel: sing us a song elton john!

hawk: shut up miguel.

demetri: you’re like...a kidz bop version of yourself.

hawk: watch it.

he loves it when you softly kiss his bruises once you’ve finished treating them. sometimes, he’d remind you if you forget to do so.

“wait...you d-didn’t do the the...you know...” he gazed at the floor, fiddling with his fingers.

oh he can sing alright. whenever it got a bit too quiet between you both, he’d grab his guitar and start strumming away 🎶 some jazz. you were all there for it.

he’d play when you read a book or do your homework and sometimes you would always end up in his arms instead of finishing them.

“well i definitely can’t play when you’re all over me looking all...cuteandeverything.”

hawk: you can’t smile without putting your tongue at the roof of your mouth

y/n: hmm...*smiles*

hawk: i’m playing, you look cute when you smile though *giggles*

y/n: silly bird.

part 2 🦅

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[isleofhawk]

too close to home.

a hawk x y/n oneshot <3

summary: it’s become a part of Hawk’s life to drive you home ever since he ‘insisted’ on doing so three months ago. he’d end up chilling in your place and leaving eventually but that was until tonight when you admitted to being scared of your imaginations which resulted in having him stay the night. The both of you had never expected it’d be more than a night.

a/n: it gets better, just trust the process ;)

content: slowburn (?), fluff + little angst !!

word count: 4.5k + the end is worth it

it has come to this point in your life that having Hawk give you a ride home was a routine that had gone for so long-it just felt natural at this point.

“you can walk home all you want, i’ m just saying that i’ll always have an extra spot in my bike for one more.” Hawk told, crossing his arms as he leaned onto his motorbike.

“hmm, okay then” you walk towards that empty seat, “only because you insisted.” you replied, adjusting yourself on the seat.

“you know i never insisted but hey, comes free of charge for a girl like you.” he told, followed by a wink.

you rolled your eyes to his remark, grabbing ahold of his waist for your balance.

definitely all started when he ‘insisted’ on giving you that ride three months ago. yeah, he definitely did.

usually in his off days, he’d spend some time in your house just playing around and doing his own things while you did yours. you thought of it as nothing—besides, it’s nice to have someone around so you didn’t bother.

your parents were away on a business trip to Santorini which would take a few months. originally they had wanted you to join to which you turned down the offer.

the house was all yours. as you thought it’d seem amazing to have this sort of freedom around your own house without anybody bossing you around, you can’t help but wrap your head around other things that may or may not exist in the nook and crannies of your home.

the thought of your unexplored basement and whatever could be above the openings of your fireplace had made you shiver in response.

needless to say, you were glad Hawk was around for now. especially at 8pm.

“hey, thanks for letting me crash over y/n. i’ll see you tomorrow.” Hawk began packing for his things.

are you serious? just as i was beginning to get over the damn basement! you thought.

“wait don’t. please.” you blurted, gazing on the floor.“Hawk, c-could you maybe stay for awhile? just a little longer maybe? i-if you want.”

avoiding eye contact at all costs is all you needed to perfect at this moment. you definitely felt a pair staring right back—the silence was getting a bit too loud once you heard your heart beat.

“why?”

“look it’s just the basements again. who knows what could come out of there? i have yet to even look above the fireplace tha-“

“yea sure.” cutting your reasoning, he dropped his duffel bag and made his way to your sectional couch and sunk on the cushion that devoured him.

“for how long do you want me to stay?” he asked casually, staring at the ceiling.

“for all i know, i’m still scared.” you told honestly, “and i don’t know how long i can go.”

if hawk hadn’t stayed for this long previously, how did you make it out of your nightly wars? you didn’t. constantly pacing back on forth in your room holding your eagle plush, you were still trembling regardless.

“i-i’m still scared.” you followed him to the sofa, sitting on the spot next to him as he turned facing you.

“hmm...would it make you feel any better... if i stayed the night?” Hawk smiled and placed his hands behind his head.

is he serious? you asked yourself.

before you could answer your question, you find yourself nodding in agreement. “that would be just perfect.” you grinned.

the poster that read ‘NO BOYS ALLOWED’ glued to your front door had made it clear that Hawk wasn’t allowed in which meant that you both had to sleep in the living room.

couple minutes ahead were spent on prepping yours and his side of the sofa followed by choosing which movie the both of you would enjoy—a movie quick to end because you both were busy laughing to the jokes Hawk had made.

“wow i never would’ve thought how funny you actually are” you nudged his shoulder causing him to turn facing you. “i’m very surprised, haven’t laughed like this in a while!”

“can’t let the crack loose for everyone am i right?”

the both of you were on the floor, sitting legs crossed back straight from how much energy this conversation gave the both of you.

it made you feel all sorts of things seeing him smile, genuinley this time. it had always felt that he’d only do so in response to dominance over the others at the dojo but this time, you’re glad your best friend was able to enjoy himself.

oh boy.

seeing him with his hair down was a different kind of experience. he’d often catch you gazing at his red locks to which he’d blush in response. you didn’t mean for any of that, but you were glad this meant he trusted you and that made you feel happy.

“...and this is the part where you stop staring.” Hawk snapped you out of your trance, making you turn bright red.

“would it sound bad if i told you i like the way your hair looks when it isn’t always up?”

“ouch...i’ve always felt like i’ve been doing it for you though.” he smirked, followed by a wink that set flutters in your stomach.

apparently, hiding behind the pillow wouldn’t have hid the obvious flustering that took place behind it.

“you’re hiding behind the pillow...because you’re blushing?” inching towards you, he softly shifted the pillow away to see your face causing him to chuckle.

his hand that made his way to tuck your hair behind your ears that trailed to your chin, you both locked eyes—a gaze quick to break once Hawk looked down and away, scratching his head.

“i-it’s getting late, Hawk.” you told, letting out an unconvincing yawn.

“no yeah you’re right.”

parting ways to go to your respective sofas, you both had tucked in for sleep.

three monotonous hours had passed, and the both of you were still awake. Hawk had glanced over to your side to find you visibly fidgeting and alerted.

the dark living room didn’t help either.

Hawk stood up and made his way towards you, sitting right by your side. he took this as an opportunity to calm you down by resting his head at the crook of your shoulder.

although that didn’t seem like much, you felt as you unclenched your jaw. you were greatful the couch was big enough for two.

“i’m here.” Hawk grabbed the blanket that rested on the edge of your toes and covered both of you.

“nothing will happen when i’m around...will i have to kiss you goodnight so you’d sleep..?” he whispered, making you giggle.

you didn’t question in at all. this was a considerate gesture you thought. besides, you were too scared to think at all.

suddenly, it felt like the monsters in the corners of your room were never there to begin with.

———

sam: i still CANNOT believe that you guys slept together!!

y/n: NO he just slept next to me because i was scared. i could’ve swore i saw some things on my walls!

sam: that’s still TOGETHER?? are you catching feelings for him?

y/n: he’s my best friend, i’d never do that omg that’d be too cruel. he can’t possibly like me back.

sam: driving you home, chilling at your place almost everyday he’s barely come to the dojo, and now he’s sleeping at your COUCH? he’s got to feel something.

sam: this is stage 1 hepatitis

y/n: gtg

you texted, shutting your phone. a day of school had passed with a routine of your friends bickering over the relationship between you and Hawk.

squinting your eyes to scan for the usual matte black motorbike, you find him waiting for you in the corner of your eye.

“buckle up, once again make sure yo-“

“uh...hawk?”

“yes?” Hawk turned over facing you.

you took a deep breath and exhaled.

“can we go over to your place?” you asked.

thankful for the helmet of his that covered your face, he couldn’t have seen the way your face morphed.

“hmm...why?“ Hawk asked. although his tone sounded similar to yesterday’s ‘why’, Hawk was genuinely interested this time, crossing his arms.

“i did like it that you were with me yesterday,” you replied, shifting in your seat, “and if i’m being honest, i-i think it’s the house. having somebody with me made it feel like home than it ever was..”

distracted by Hawk lifting the flap from his helmet that was on you, you exhaled.

“maybe i’d also like to go to your place m-more often..?” your hesitation was clear, but it’s what you wanted.

tilting his head with the sudden tilt of his lips, it was hard not to stare at him.

“i mean,” adjusting the strap that rested loose on your shoulders, “wouldn’t it be easier to tell me you love me?” Hawk smirked, leaning closer to you.

“jeez, Hawk!” you slapped his shoulders lightly, leaving you both laughing. “it’s not like i’d hang till noon.”

“alright, my place it is!”

——

you never knew how rapid it was the falling of dusk. a glance out his window was enough to get you moving to pack your things.

“you couldn’t stay the night?” Hawk whined.

“i didn’t bring any clothes, and this would be too much.” you replied, frantically putting your things back in.

“i mean if that’s stopping you, i have a whole wardrobe. may or may not suit your fashion taste.”

part of you did want to leave because you felt bad including him in every hour of your life, but this part of you DID want to stay. it was hard to leave, let alone make a decision.

you stood there freezing, hesitant over reaching the doorknob that was just a few centimetres away from your grip.

“...in my room, it’s monster free for the least..if that does anything..?” he gazed downwards at the floor, fiddling with his nails just hoping that’d had an effect on you.

from the looks of it, somebody was also having troubles parting. that alone simply made you gaze in awe and you knew this is something you couldn’t resist once its got this far.

the sudden drop of your bag made alerted his eyes, smiling at the progress. it was in both of your conscience that he’s won you over.

Hawk finding an ‘appropriate attire’ for you to wear at your slumber hadn’t ate so much time—it was full of oversized graphic tee’s. a top was all you needed as your biker shorts had already felt comfortable enough to sleep in.

as you finished changing your clothes, you walk out of his bathroom, staring at the rectangular mirror that hung on his door.

“woah.” Hawk muttered, making your head turn facing his.

“i honestly thought it’d look like shit like it did on me.” he snorted, having you whine in response.

“does metallica not look cool on me?” you asked while posing.

“certainly looks cute on you..” Hawk blurted. “but yeah, whatever you know. style is subjective.” he looked away eyes wide, scratching his head.

y/n shrugged it off.

the empty spot beside him was no longer free, as you had occupied it. it had suddenly felt hard for Hawk to control the urge of looking right at you laying down by his side. just as he mustered up the courage to break the silence, he found that you were fast asleep.

for once, it’d look like y/n was sleeping peacefully as she had drifted off. it made Hawk feel appreciated that she’d left her worries on his doorstep knowing that wherever he was, it was ‘ghost-free’.

Hawk felt as his mind began to bombard with faint voices of conversations that kept him up all night.

“not everyone is in love with you, you know?” y/n nudged his shoulders lightly.

“just because you’re in denial doesn’t mean you should lie.” Hawk retaliated to which she scoffed jokingly at his remark.

**

“are you choosing to go blind? she’s so into you!” Miguel’s arms were waving frantically, tired of Hawk’s reasoning.

“And I know y/n can do better. aim higher.” Hawk replied with an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes at Miguel’s statement.

**

“never trust a man whose jokes steals the breath right from your lungs!” y/n giggled. “are you talking about me?” Hawk nervously asks.

“who else would i refer to, silly bird.” y/n grab ahold of Hawk’s hand, bringing them to her bright red cheeks.

**

“this is for you, y/n!” hawk yells, shooting the ball he kissed through the basketball hoop, but completely misses. Hawk completely burying himself in his hands, y/n clenched her hands above her head, cheering.

“whoo! you missed perfectly!” y/n laughed as Hawk had paced back and forth, containing his embarrassment.

he laughed to himself, all left alone to his thoughts; clips of his memories that played together all at once. This makes me your little cheerleader a faint voice of y/n’s rang, leaving him to smile, exhaling slowly. it pains him that he couldn’t give y/n a goodnight’s kiss—he softly soothed y/n’s hair, not wanting to wake you up to compensate for that.

Hawk was beginning to drift asleep—that was until he felt your arms on him that draped over him so willingly. glancing over his shoulder did not help, y/n was on the crook of his shoulder. He felt as the pace of his heart begin to rapidly pulse, making his ears ring.

he took this as an opportunity to face his body towards you—adjusting y/n’s arms so it felt comfortable for the both of you. y’n’s leg above his, Hawk gave in to that. he rested his chin on y/n’s head ever so lightly, every piece of his longing heart felt complete.

“Just because you’re in denial doesn’t mean you should lie.”

“And i know she could do better. Aim higher.”

———

The light rays that seeped through the curtains of his had woke your conscience. Followed by the audible lamentations of Hawk’s sub-conscious, you took his snoring as a sign to adjust your eyes, naturally wanting to rub them—except you felt as your arms were in a weird position.

“FUCK!” you yelled, pushing your weight against Hawk’s chest, making him stumble backwards and falling off his own bed.

“oh my god are you okay?” you looked over to the man who groaned.

it only took you a few seconds to connect the dots—you were entirely draped over this man; interlocking your legs around his, burying your face in his arms that welcomed you—no way. just as Hawk made his way to the bed frame and above, you inched backwards narrowing your eyes.

“mmhm…i didn’t know dreams last ‘till the morn-“

“why didn’t you tell me?!”

“tell you what?” Hawk croaked, “th-that i was ALL OVER YOU? oh god.” you muttered, raising your hands to your face.

“you looked super rested. nobody wants to bother a sleeping beau-“

“AND YOU’RE SHIRTLESS?” you let yourself sink into his thick blanket that devoured you in an instant. “this is so embarrassing..” you muttered under the blanket that muffled your noise, but was still able to heard of.

Hawk laughed it off, he thought it was cute how you were flustering over it. “hey, it never bothered me anyways. this is probably one of those nights you’ve ever felt comfortable sleeping. didn’t wanna ruin that for you…” his hand that peeked over the hole on his blanket that revealed your face, he tilted his head.

you uncovered yourself, slowly building your way to his eyes with a tight grin.

god i was really all over this guy you thought.

“you sure you weren’t bothered?”

“why should i be?” he replied, having his hands tucking the strands of hair behind your ears to which he quickly pulled back to scratch his head. “your comfort’s my pleasure.” stepping out of the bed to stretch, you froze at the sight.

his muscles that flexed, moving the tattoo that took over his back—what an amazing sight.

“so…what do you want to do on this fine weekend?” He asked, snapping you out of your trance. “hmm…it’s your place i’m staying over, i’ll simply follow.” you sat up, arching your back as your head tilt backwards.

‘damn’ Hawk thought.

“so what’s the plan, wonder boy?” was all you said that was enough to ignite sparks on his stomach.

the both of you had decided to go to a nearby mall and Golf n Stuff for to fill the whole day. Saturday was the day for the boys; like it was for every other day but ever since y/n and Hawk’s friendship bond grew stronger, the both of you haven’t been able to keep your hands off eachother—in an un-suggestive manner.

it’s also become conditioned to see y/n and Hawk together at school, talking and joking around in the hallways when classes ended. when the both weren’t around eachother, they’d be with their other friends. talking about eachother.

“Why don’t you two just get a room already?” Demetri gagged, walking over to the table Hawk was in with Miguel.

“No way!” You replied. Sam found it funny how it seems as if you’re just denying your heart’s desire. “you know if you look over my shoulder, you’d catch him staring right back at you.” and she was right.

because y/n was so certain that he wasn’t interested, she didn’t want to toy with her own feelings. Although it was so much memories that gave you so much laughter and butterflies, they were nothing but platonic, and she was so ‘unconvincingly sure’.

the day that went by consisted of Hawk being your personal assistant; carrying your shopping bags that carried cities to which he was scared too admit was heavy. visibly seeing that, it was no problem for you to hold some for yourself—but he reassured that it was ‘fine’. it didn’t bother you that people were staring at an opposite looking friendship where one looked like he would end you in a blink of an eye where the other was supposed to look threatened by his exterior.

going over to Golf n Stuff, the both of you barely played golf.

“you promised to make a funny face!” Hawk whined, holding the result of the photo booth image.

“hey, at least we balanced the picture out right?” y/n replied, and you swore you felt like passing out when he started tickling you.

because he whined relentlessly wanting another picture, you gave in and posed four more times with the boy. his favourite picture of you both was when he pinched your cheeks, while yours was the one where you took over the camera, blocking the him from the camera.

“first to the bed wins!” You began running frantically towards the door out in the dark.

you both crashed through the doorstep of his house, rushing to his room. making your way through the stairs out of breath, you used the last of your breath to open his door and pounce on his bed, making Hawk the loser.

“i win-NO!” you gasped as you felt the sudden weight fall on you. it was a mess—a laughing mess.

“not fair! i had to carry your bags!”

“the ones YOU insisted on carrying!” was all you said for his hands to reach out for your abdomen and tickle you. gasping and gagging for air, he had finally spared a pinch of your soul to get up and close the door as you took your shoes off.

even when he wasn’t planning to tickle, your hands remained up in defense incase he decided to sneak on you—which he didn’t making you sigh in relief. you both let yourselves fall into the bed, smiling and turning heads facing eachother.

“just saying, the race wouldn’t ha-have happened if i had never insisted in the beginning.” Hawk turned facing the ceiling, still trying to catch his breath. “insisted on what? i initiated the race outside of your house.” you replied, adjusting your sweater.

“insisted on giving that ride home…three months ago.” he spoke softly finally catching his breath as he turned to face you, tilting his lips.

“so you admit it? you DID intend to insist?” your eyes squinted to his confession. “well…you got me there..got me good.” he slapped a palm on his forehead, giggling at his confession.

the sound of his fingers drumming followed by his clock that ticked had filled the room. you looked over to the window which revealed a few stars that blared its little rays right back with clouds that shadowed over them—it was beautiful, and so was the full moon.

“hey..” you twisted, facing back at him “if it wasn’t for that ride, i don't think i’d be happier to have been closer to someone like you.” you reached out for his hands that drummed his chest, rested them there.

your right hand felt his heart race which made you smile—you placed them to where they were.

“yeah?” he turned to face you, adjusting himself so that you both were closer.

your leg that was now over his had hooked his calves. you were so unsure, but you couldn’t quite figure out what it was off—you smiled in his response. when his eyes were all over the place, your eyes had only stared at one thing you’ve feared the most—the starvation in his lips. you couldn’t help but slowly lean in towards them.

they were tempting.

Hawk begun to notice the gesture, and he knew what was coming next—there was no time to think.

“not everyone is in love with you, you know?”

His hands made his way to caress your cheeks, slowly bringing you forward so he doesn’t startle you.

“just because you’re in denial doesn’t mean you should lie.”

You both had naturally attracted eachother like another force of nature—he had finally closed the distance between your lips. And when your lips were so bold to fight for dominance, he took them as an invitation to explore your mouth. His tongue that snaked its way into your mouth, they caressed them ever so softly.

His kiss—all he ever wanted to express in ways he couldn’t imagine as they were deep and wanting. Taking your breath away, you hummed in response. Your breath and his began to rapidly increase as he began to pull you closer, where you guys pressed bodies once he was on top of you.

Pulling away to adjust your seating so now that you were slouching against his headboard, you pulled him back into your lips that starved and cupped his dear face with both of your hands, caressing them. Once Hawk rose onto his knees, he placed a hand at your waist and another at your neck—drew you against him.

His tongue that once again parted your lips, it surprised him when you opened them for him where your tongue had met his so eagerly—it was intoxicating.

“are you choosing to go blind? she’s so into you!”

Your lips and his had moved in sync, but so did your bodies that were pressing against eachother—he parted, trailing his kisses from your lips down to the crook of your neck. The voice that left you came out wasn’t in your control.

“And i know she could do better. Aim higher.”

This time, he parted the contact completely.

“last time I checked, there wasn’t a mistletoe above us-“

“why..?” He cut your sentence, breaking the eye contact.

“…why what?” You grew concerned. You trailed your hands down to his shoulder that carried the weight of his doubt that bombarded his thoughts.

“why me, y/n?”

Your eyebrows furrowed to such a vague question you immediately understood. This had to be answered one way or another; you just couldn’t bring yourself to that conclusion.

“why me, over everybody else you could possibly have? Your other friends have brought you as much joy as I have—maybe even more. They weren’t bad people, but I was and I’ve done many unforgivable things to this day I wish I had the power to fix.” Blinking back his tears, he sat at the edge of his mattress, wrapping his arms around himself.

“Hawk…“

“There’s nothing you could do to justify my past; they harmed too much people. I could’ve hurt you and that alone makes me mad that I had the power to my advantage to do such things at that time to Miyagi-do. Everytime I feel like i’m getting better, the worst of me seems to never really…go.” His lips began to jut out.

At this moment, you weren’t witnessing Hawk—this was the sweet Eli you never thought would come back at any given time—that was until today. You watched as he began to sniffle, and it didn’t matter to him anymore that you saw him in this condition because he gave in. He trusted you to the gut.

You rose on your knees and inched towards him, sitting right by him as you drew circles on his back hoping it’d release the bit of tension that took over. Resting your head on his dear shoulders, you hugged him tightly, as if this was the last day you’d live to see him.

All he needed was you. All he needed was to feel you with him and despite the gasping he tried to take control over as he cried, you will be there always to soothe him. Always.

“the taller a tree gets, the harder it falls despite the barks that shed.” You told, wiping his tears that streamed down his face. “just because you’ve done something bad, doesn’t mean you’re not capable of any good.” You added.

“it’s difficult to overcome and I get that, I really do.” you held his hands that were hesitant of giving in for what they’ve done in the past.

A vivid picture infiltrates his mind where he saw Demetri under him, squirming in pain to the arm he broke with his bare hands making him flinch to the thought—to which you softly caressed his face with your hand.

“Eli...if you’re ever scared about becoming a bad person, always remember that bad people don’t care about being better. It’s just a matter of time and taking things slow.” You told. “I want you to see the things I see in you, and thats potential for a happier future—it’ll get to you. Hang in there.”

And he gave in. He cried in your open arms that long to serve a greater purpose. You slowly leaned back so that you’d hit the bed, having him drape all over you. Everything he’d ever want to express were never enough in words—they were shown through the guilt in his tears he longed to repent for.

“l-let it all out dude I’ve got you.” You rubbed his back.

You felt teary eyed to the pressure he felt and just as your tears began to flow, you felt as he began to slowly laugh. His face that buried into your chest began to slowly shake of laughter, making you concerned.

“what are you laughing at big red?” You narrowed your eyes and watched as he rose from your sweater that drowned in his tears, sitting straight up.

“i-i couldn't even say ‘i l-love you’ without st-stuttering for the first time, b-but that failed.” He hiccuped, as he began covering his face with his hands. You laughed in response.

“you’re hiding behind your hands because you’re blushing?” You told, knowing it would ring a bell as you inched towards the boy who won’t stop giggling.

“did that hit too close to home ?” you leaned in to him and gave him a hug to which he melted right into. Before parting, you planted a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you, and I’m proud of you.” You trailed your hands down from his shoulders to his fore arms.

“I love you too. S-so much.” He reached for your hand, pulled them, and kissed them lightly.

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a/n: i refuse to believe anybody’s read this but if you did thank you so much !!

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