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Brother's Ex-Best Friend

Summary: After watching Hawk break your brother's arm, you have trouble trusting him again.

A/n: I've discovered I enjoy writing hawk angst, so now you all must suffer

Warnings: violence, angst, injury and a rushed ending

I only got into karate because of my brother. I agreed that it might be good to learn to defend ourselves. I had no idea that it would increase the odds of us needing to tenfold.

Now I'm hiding in the corner of the laster tag place downtown, watching the boy who used to be my best friend, who I used to believe I was in love with, beat my brother to a pulp.

He pins Demetri to the ground, grabbing his arm and tugging it back.

"Finish him!" the other Cobra Kai's shout.

"Demetri!" I jump up from my hiding spot, rushing towards them.

Demetri is trying to reason with him. "Eli, Eli, it's me," he cries.

The other Cobra Kai's are shouting over him.

"Stop!" I cry, running towards them.

Eli looks up at me, but I realize that it's no longer him. The Eli I knew was kind and loyal. The person staring over at me is the complete opposite. His stone cold face is filled with nothing but hatred.

I watch in horror, as Hawk jerks my brother's arm, bending it backwards.

The crack echoes in my ears, only drowned out by the sound of my brother's scream.

"Demetri!" I drop to the ground beside him.

The other Cobra Kai's are already turning and leaving.

"It's okay," I mumble. "It's gonna be okay."

I look up to see Hawk still staring down at us.

"Just go!" I shout at him, tears spilling past my cheeks at having to listen to Demetri's whimpers.

I reach into my pocket, digging out my phone and calling 911.

By the time I've finished explaining the situation to the operator, Hawk is gone.

Time Skip

I wasn't able to forgive Hawk as easily as my brother did. I guess guys have a different sort of resolution to their fights. One second they hated each other, the next it was like a switch was flipped and they were best friends again.

I wasn't won over so easily, but maybe it has to do with the fact that I've barely talked to Hawk since he left Cobra Kai. Every time he comes over to hang out with Demetri, I find something to do elsewhere.

It's not until I absolutely have to, that I talk to Hawk again.

I was at work at the library where I intern. I was in charge of closing and I guess my boss didn't care if it was a sixteen year old all alone at night.

I should've locked the door after my coworker left, but I forgot.

It's my fault really.

I was shelving my last stack of books when I heard the bell of the front door.

"We're closed," I say, slipping another book into its spot.

"You hear that boys?" Kyler's voice makes my heart drop. "We got the whole place to ourselves."

A group of Cobra Kais appears in the middle of the library, about five boys.

One of them catches sight of me from my spot beside the bookshelf.

I drop the books in my hands, sprinting towards the back of the building.

Their shouts cut through the air behind me and I hear the pounding of their feet in pursuit.

I sprint down the back hallway, locking myself into the librarian's office.

The boys must not have seen where I went, because I hear them opening and closing other doors in the hallway.

I reach into my back pocket for my phone, but it's not there.

I must have left it by the front desk.

Frantically looking around, I spot the landline sitting on the desk.

I rush over to it and dial my home phone number, but no one picks up.

"Shit," I whisper, dialing Demetri next.

He doesn't answer either. My hands are shaking and my heart is about to beat out of my chest.

I try the only other number I have memorized: Eli's.

I press the numbers as fast as I can, forcing myself to take deep breaths. The door knob starts to jiggle, as I place the phone to my ear.

"Hey guys, I think she's in here!"

I press a shaky hand to my mouth, to hold back my gasp.

The phone rings...

and rings...

and

Please leave a message after the tone.

"Dammit," I mumble.

The door crashes open and I scream, dropping the phone so it dangles beside the desk by its wire.

"Looks like we've got you cornered now," one of the boys says.

I turn around, grabbing one of the books off the side table and holding it in front of me.

Kyler laughs and the others join in. "What are you gonna do?" he asks. "Smack some knowledge into me? You're such a nerd, working at the library. That's just sad."

"What do you want?" I ask.

"We just want to have a little fun. Don't we?" Kyler turns to the guys he's with and they all smirk and nod in agreement.

One by one, they're stepping closer to me. A blonde on my left is getting especially too close and I decide it's time to make my move.

I crash the book down over his head, bolting past him and around the desk.

The boys all shout in response and grab me before I can make it past the exit.

Their hands wrap around my arms, holding me in place.

I jerk and pull against their grasp, but can't manage to break free.

"You want the first shot, Andrew?" The boys turn to the blonde guy I just attacked, who's rubbing the top of his head.

"Hell yeah." He comes over to me and I start to tug harder against the hands holding me back.

"Let me go!" I shout, just to be silenced with a punch across the face.

The boys all cheer, as the left side of my face throbs.

Before I can look back, another punch is being delivered to my stomach.

It goes on like that, them taking turns hitting me until I'm gasping for breath.

Another kick is delivered to my stomach and its like I can barely feel it anymore.

"That should teach them not to pick a fight with us and not see it through," Kyler spits.

The arms around me loosen and I stumble without them holding me up.

"Let's get out of here." The boys file past me out the door, as I drop down onto the ground.

I lean my back up against the wall, struggling to catch my breath, wincing with each gulp of air.

I tell myself that I'll just sit for a little while and then I'll grab my things and go home, but I doubt I'll be able to make the walk in my condition. My vision is starting to go spotty and I’m worried I might pass out.

"Y/n? Y/n? Are you here?" The voice echoing through the halls pulls me to attention.

"Hawk?" I respond.

Before I can even sit up, he comes rushing through the door, dropping to his knees beside me.

"Jesus," he murmurs, looking at me with wide eyes.

"You came?" I whisper, not believing it to be true.

"Of course I did, I got your call. Are you okay?"

I nod, sitting up. "Yeah, I'm good."

"Here." Hawk lifts my arm, pulling it over his shoulder and lifting me up. "I'll drive you home."

We stop to grab my stuff and he helps me all the way out to his car.

I finally relax once we're on our way back to my house, letting my head fall against the head rest.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"A little after 11:00."

I sigh. "My whole family's gonna be asleep by now. I really don’t want to wake them up to this."

"You still keep your window unlocked?" Hawk asks.

"You remember that?" I ask.

"How could I forget? I spent too many nights sneaking in to hang out when you were grounded."

"God, only we were lame enough to have to sneak around just to stay home all night."

Hawk chuckles.

We pull into my driveway and Hawk hops out of the car, coming over to my side to help me.

With his support, I walk around to the back of the house, pausing below my window.

Hawk steps forward and pushes it open, turning to me and offering his intertwined hands as a platform to boost me up.

I grasp onto the windowsill and, since my bedroom's on the first floor, slip in easily.

Hawk comes in behind me and goes straight to my bathroom.

I move to sit on my bed, assuming he might just have to go, but he comes back out with a washcloth in hand.

"Can I?" he asks, approaching me.

I’m surprised by how much he cares, but nod and he presses the cool cloth to my face.

"It looks like they didn't get you too bad," he says.

Without saying anything, I reach to lift up my shirt, revealing the bruises on my stomach.

I haven't looked at them, yet, and the mixture of purple and yellow painting my skin looks worse than I could have imagined.

I turn my gaze up to see Hawk's reaction. His face is in a scowl, his nostrils flaring, as his grip on the washcloth tightens.

I'm once again reminded of why I'm so afraid of him.

"I can't believe that they ambushed you five to one," Hawk says. "Those cowards can't even make it a fair fight."

"How'd you know there were five of them," I ask.

Hawk goes back to pressing the washcloth on my cheek. "I saw them leaving when I got there."

"And you didn't stop to fight them?" I ask, confused.

Hawk furrows his brows. "No, I had to make sure you were okay."

I feel myself start to smile, because that's exactly something Eli would do.

"Let me go grab an ice pack," he pops up from the bed and leaves the room.

I take the opportunity while he's gone to change out of my jeans and blouse into loose fitting shorts and a t-shirt.

Hawk comes back from his mission, ice pack in hand, as well as a bottle of ibuprofen.

I take both, gratefully.

Hawk sits beside me on the edge of my bed, while I try and situate the ice pack on my stomach.

I can’t help but wince at the contact.

“They’re gonna fucking pay,” Hawk says.

“I’ll be fine,” I say. “Please, just leave them be.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Hawk jumps up from the bed, waving his hands and turning toward me.

The action causes me to flinch backwards, closing my eyes and putting my head down.

It’s the briefest of movements but when I look back up Hawk is staring down at me with his mouth slightly agape.

“Are you scared of me?” he asks, his voice no louder than a whisper. Almost like he doesn’t want to speak it into existence, like he can’t believe it might be true.

I shake my head, not wanting to get into it right now. “I’m just jumpy cause of everything that happened tonight.”

Hawk rolls his eyes with a shake of his head. “You forget I can always tell when you’re lying. Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“You broke Demetri’s arm. Demetri may be able to forget that, but I can’t. You were awful.”

Hawk’s face falls and he drops his head, avoiding eye contact.

“I know,” he murmurs. “I’m so sorry. If you’re okay, I’ll go.” He turns to head to the window. I should let him, but something about the way his head hangs low and how he refuses to meet my eye reminds me of Eli.

“Wait,” I find myself saying.

Hawk pauses and looks at me expectantly.

“You can stay,” I whisper.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

I nod. “Like old times.” I sit back on the bed, pulling my laptop up to find the Marvel movies we always watched together.

Hawk slowly sits down on the far side of my bed, putting plenty of space between us.

“You’re not going to be able to see it over there.” I slide next to him.

We sit in silence for awhile, eyes on my laptop screen. It’s not long before I start to feel tired, my head drops slightly, resting on his shoulder.

I feel Hawk tense a little at the contact and my head jerks back up with an apology.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind,” Hawk says and I rest my head against him once more.

I fall asleep like that, my head on his shoulder and when I wake up in the morning my face is planted on his chest.

I rub my eyes, sitting up and the movement causes Hawk to stir beneath me.

“Sorry for falling asleep,” I whisper.

He shakes his head. “Don’t be. It was nice to hang out like we used to. I missed you.”

His words make me pause. “I missed you, too.”

We sit like that, me leaning over him staring into each others eyes until Hawk breaks the silence.

“Uh, how are you feeling?” he asks.

“Sore,” I reply, “But I’ll be okay.”

“Thank you,” I add. “For coming.”

“I’ll always come get you, y/n.” Hawk’s eyes meet mine again and I can’t help, but feel drawn toward him.

His hand reaches up to brush the side of my face.

My heartbeat is fluttering, my mind is on overdrive trying to process what’s happening.

And then he kisses me, and it’s like the whole world goes still.

When we finally pull away both of us are smiling.

“I love you,” Hawk says. “I’ve loved you since we were kids and I need you to know it.”

His confession leaves me stunned, but my answer is easy. “I love you, too.”

Even though I’ve had my reservations about him recently I know it’s true. I realized it last night. I love the boy sitting across from me, Hawk and Eli alike.

#cobra kai fanfic #hawk cobra kai #cobra kai #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz #hawk fanfic #hawk x reader

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New fanfic on my wattpad account

#cobra kai fanfic #cobra kai #miguel diaz #miguel diaz fanfic

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ivyangels-blog · 11 months

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rooster: i’m calling on the spirit of my dad for guidance…

rooster: how should i tell y/n i love them?

goose *responding through a ouija board*: ha, simp

#top gun #rooster top gun #top gun incorrect quotes #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster x y/n #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw x reader #incorrect quotes #source: incorrectsterekquotes

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Karma Part 3

Ghostface is her protector, but maybe more than that.

Your relationship had grown from tentative friendship leading into more, to full blown dating.

You’d never had so much fun as you did with Ethan. He liked to buy you flowers ‘just because’ which never failed to make you smile. When doing homework together he’d reach over and draw a tiny heart in your notebook, then pretend he didn’t know he’d done it. He was a terrible cook but, to your delight, he’d taken up baking rather quickly, and fumbled through the kitchen with you as you taught him the basics.

Just a few days ago you both had gotten drunk and played Just Dance. Rasputin was his go to and lord the man could move. You’d almost fell backwards onto the ground when you’d attempted the squat jump movement he easily copied, and you’d both laughed, collapsing onto the floor in a pile of giggles.

But then there were the more intimate moments.

The moments when he’d prop his head on your shoulder when you were with your friends, or when he’d hold your hand, almost constantly. And the kissing… You’d never gone farther than just that, although you wanted to. But you happily settled for the nights when he’d kiss you until you thought you’d pass out, the whispers between the two of you lost in the dark.

And the first time he told you he loved you, kissing you slowly on the couch, you felt so filled to the brim with emotion you almost embarrassed yourself by crying. You only ran your hands through his hair, murmuring the words back, and allowed him to run a hand up the bare skin of your thigh.

But then Ghostface called you.

You were in your room, playing Solitaire on your laptop, when your phone buzzed.

“Babe? That you?”

“It can be, if that’s what you want.” Ghostface teased, and you couldn’t help the slight smirk that pulled at your mouth.

“Very funny.” You told him, standing up to examine your apartment. “But I’m happily taken. If you’re here, though, maybe you can give me some knife lessons. I’d like to know how to defend myself.”

“As much fun as that would be,” the killer said, his tone amused. “I’m not there. But you need to listen to me.”

You paused, clutching the phone a bit tighter.

“What is it, Ghostie?”

“It’s—” you heard a male laugh and grinned. You didn’t want to admit it—would never admit it to anyone—but you’d found yourself waiting for him to come back. His jokes, his protectiveness…you could use that in a friend. Not that you would tell anyone that you found a serial killer worthy of friendship. “Ghostie? Really?”

You laughed and could almost feel him rolling his eyes.

“Sure, laugh away, pretty girl. I’m sure you’ll find it hilarious when I’m the one that has to save your ass once again.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You grumbled, ignoring the blush that rose on your face at his words. You had a boyfriend damnit. “So what do you want? I’m assuming this isn’t a pleasure call.”

“Gale Weathers is going to be carved up in about twenty minutes, by my guess.” He deadpanned, and you stilled. “My…cohort, if you will, is on their way. If you want to help her, like you’ve said you do, then go. I’ll meet you there.”

“Why would you help me?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing. “You’ve gone out of your way to save me multiple times now. Why?”

“Let’s call it an investment.” He said, and you bristled a bit. “Take it as a compliment, baby. I’m not letting you go just yet.”

“Oh please.” You scoffed, but your mind was racing back to Gale as you grabbed your purse and slid your shoes on. “I’m headed there. No fucking jump scares or I might hit you. My boyfriend’s been teaching me a bit of self defense.”

Your feet were loud on the stairs as you rushed out of the complex, headed to your car. You barely used the thing as you preferred walking, but today was an emergency.

“Boyfriend, huh?” Ghostface asked, his tone practically seductive as you drove out of the parking lot towards Gale’s place. “Ethan, is it?”

“Yes.” You purred. “How’d you know?”

“Tall, incredibly good looking? How could I not?”

You paused.

Your thoughts seemed to glitch at that response, your reply a bit too long for comfort. What in the—

“Y/N?”

“Yeah. I’m on my way I’ll—I’ll see you there.”

“Y/N, wait—”

You hung up, your breathing uneven as you glanced down momentarily at the blocked caller ID. The gears were turning in your brain, slowly, as you tried to think. There was something nagging you, something not right about Ghostface. Something familiar.

You blinked, shoving away any insane thoughts, and screeched into Gale’s parking lot minutes later.

You were terrified.

You’d never been so scared for your life, not when you’d been with Gale, urging the reporter to leave and call police. Not when Ghostface had thrown Gale’s boyfriend, dead, to the floor. You backed away, rushing to hide, but there was nowhere to go.

Gale was fighting—Gale was the main target here, not you. And the worst part was, you knew in your gut that this wasn’t your Ghostface. This person would gladly kill you, and would have no remorse.

You were paralyzed. Paralyzed as Gale stormed back into the living-room with a gun, her phone to her ear. You stared with wide eyes as she motioned for you to duck down behind the kitchen island, hiding yourself from sight. You felt your chest growing tight. It was just like before—just like before when you’d been cornered with nowhere else to go.

Gale hung up, putting the Ghostface on hold, of all things, and after a few seconds of tense silence you heard a phone ring. You covered your ears with your hands as shots fired, and then Gale was screaming, and you were shaking so bad you thought you might puke.

You didn’t know what to do. Didn’t want to be a coward, not now, not ever, so you stood, picking up a ceramic dinner plate and hurling it at Ghostface’s head. It slammed into them just before it could stab Gale again, and you threw another, then another. The last one missed and you ran, screaming as the Ghostface—god they were fast—chased you down.

You ran, but not fast enough, not when they slashed out at you and tore a gash through your arm. You shrieked, stumbling, and knocked a chair in their path as you searched for anywhere to hide.

And then there was only you, and the corner of the room, and no where to go.

“I’m going to enjoy this, bitch.” Ghostface snarled, flipping their knife in their hand.

You threw your hands up, as if that would stop it, when a loud cracking sound filled the space as the locked door banged open.

You knew who it was—could feel it in your gut as you saw him sprint for the person holding a knife towards you.

Ethan was Ghostface.

He was Ghostface. The one who’d been saving you this entire time. You’d wondered, absentmindedly, but knew for sure, right then, when he’d launched himself in front of the second Ghostface, tearing across the room to tackle whoever was behind the other mask.

You screamed as you cowered in the corner, watching as he and the other Ghostface rolled on the floor, he attempting to restrain them, them fighting back. They were yelling at each other, so loud you could barely make out what they were saying. But then the other Ghostface shoved him off and ran, sprinting out the door as fast as they could.

Ethan turned to you, breathing hard, the white of his mask catching the light. You moved forward, only a step; he was Ghostface. A killer. But you loved him. You loved him.

You stepped forward as your mouth wobbled, tears falling down your face as you moved to him. He was trembling, breathing hard, as you pulled his mask off and looked at him. His expression was one of agony and sorrow, shaking his head slowly at you as if to convey words he didn’t have.

He didn’t need to.

You kissed him, tugging him down to you by the black robes you’d grown used to, had grown to trust, and he let out a low, anguished noise into your mouth. Ethan was crying when you pulled away, his head dropping to your shoulder as he he clutched you to him.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped, squeezing you tighter when you looped your arms around his neck. “I’m sorry baby, I wanted to tell you.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” You swallowed roughly, the pain in your arm momentarily forgotten at the moment. “It’s okay. I trust you.”

“I tried to protect you. I wanted you safe I never should’ve asked you to come here—”

“Ethan, look at me.” He did, pulling his head back, and you grasped his face in your hands, resting your forehead against his own. “I love you, E. I trust you, okay? We’re gonna find a way to get you out of this—”

“Still bleeding over here.” Gale called out to you both, and you turned. You were surprised she’d survived. “As creepily touching as this is.”

“Ethan, call an ambulance.” You told him, pressing one last kiss to his mouth before whispering, “and get the Hell out of here. Fast.”

He nodded and bolted, already pulling out his phone, as you dropped beside Gale and helped put pressure on her wound.

The second you were cleared by the medics, a gauzy bandage wrapped around your arm, you got to your apartment as fast as you physically could. Ethan was already there, putting clothes and other objects of yours into a suitcase. You gaped at him and shut the front door, locking it behind him.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting you out of here.” He said, still focused on his work.

“Ethan what—what are you talking about?”

“The theater,” he looked up at you, eyes slightly crazed. “It’s a trap.” He gestured to the bag. “We’ll get you on a bus or a plane or something.”

“Ethan I am not leaving you.”

“Shit, Y/N.” He cursed, standing up and crossing the room. He placed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then pulled back. “Please let me get you out. I won’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you.”

“And I’d rather die than see something happen to you.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, his brow furrowed as he sighed, holding you close. He ran a hand over your hair and pressed his lips your temple, and you could feel Ethan’s heart racing through the shirt he now wore.

“At least..at least put some things in my backpack. Just in case.” You could hear his uneven breathing and you slid your hands to his neck, holding him tighter. Then his chest heaved, and you felt a drop of wetness against your face. “I cant watch you die.”

“I’m not going to die. We’re both going to be fine.” You promised, and kissed him. “Ghostie.”

He held you tight as a half-hearted laugh left him, holding you so close you could feel almost every inch of him. And then he was lifting you, carrying you to your room, where he laid with you on the bed, kissing you and running his hands over your skin.

“I love you.” He murmured, lips soft on your own, and you held him tight, desperate to have him here with you for the little time you had left.

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"Haven't I given enough, given enough?

Always the fool with the slowest heart

But I know you'll take me with you" with ethan landry, ty<3

𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟐𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩!

your breath hitches in your throat as your boyfriend discards the ghostface mask beside him. you stumble backwards in an attempt to hide your body behind sam’s as the smirk on ethan’s face sends shivers down your spine.

fuck! if mindy was here, you knew she’d say ‘i told you so.’

never trust the love interest.

“what’s wrong y/n,” quinn quips, biting the tip of her blade. “looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“no,” you gasp, hand flying to you mouth as tears begin to fall. “w-what about chad? what about us?”

“oh my god what about him,” ethan groans, slapping his arms against his legs. “do you know how easy it was to room with a conceited, condensing alpha, literally named chad. fuck it felt good to kill him!”

spit flies from ethan’s mouth as he spits out the last part, a twisted smile on his face. adrenaline pumps through his veins, causing him to bounce from one foot to the other. locking eyes with you, he points at his knife towards you before his smile grows even wider.

“and you, you weren’t even a part of the plan, but you just happened to fall for the nerdy boy act. how pathetic.”

the words get caught in your throat as everything hits you at once. all this death, destruction, and deceit, and for what? all because you befriended the carpenters?

“what? you’re such a dumb slut that you can’t understand what he’s saying,” quinn buds in, “he never loved you.”

“that’s not true,” you whisper, tears pouring from your eyes as you shake your head. “ethan, tell her that’s not true.”

“what can i say, y/n i’m one hell of an actor,” ethan laughs as he runs the knife along his face, “do you know how easy it was to get you to trust me? to get you to share your deepest, darkest secrets with me, huh? do you? y’know, how does it feel knowing that the person closest to you turns around and stabs you in the back? i wonder if that’s what my brother felt when your bitch friend murdered him.”

“sam didn’t kill anyone,” you scream, “and you said your brother died in a car accident.”

“oh, no but she did you sweet, dumb thing,” ethan coos, “plus, i lied.”

“oh my god,” sam mutters, looking between you, ethan, and detective bailey. “you’re riche’s family.”

“ding, ding, ding! now she gets it,” ethan jumps, giving his arm one big swing, knife slicing your shoulder.

“fuck,” you cry out.

you, sam, and tara quickly run behind one of the glass cases, quinn running around her father to catch you on the other side. swinging the brick towards her face, sam smacks quinn in the chin, causing her to fall down with a cry.

“you bitch,” ethan yells, stopping his stalk towards you, focusing his attention on sam instead.

“y/n run,” sam yells as ethan and quinn start to head their way.

“what? there’s no way i’m leaving you guys behind.”

“don’t worry about us just go,” tara agrees, giving you a nod of approval before you take off.

running from the group, you head down the hallway hosting all the other theater rooms. you take sharp turns, not knowing where you’re going, or how far you are from an exit. your breath quickens as you periodically look over your shoulder, sighing in relief every time ghostface wasn’t there. however, you failed horror movie 101:

never look behind you while running.

as you make another sharp turn, your chest crashes into something— more like someone. you shake as your eyes meet ethan’s, a smile and sorrowful look painting his face. wrapping one hand around your waist and the other your mouth, he drags you into one of the abandoned rooms, locking it behind him.

realizing what this meant, you begin to kick and scream in an attempt to fight your way from his tight grip. but there was no use. ethan was simply too strong.

“shh, shh, shhhh,” he whispers in your ear, “y/n, you gotta calm down.”

“please, please, don’t hurt me,” you beg, slapping his arms in an attempt to make him let you go.

following suit on your wish, ethan releases you from his grip. you run to the other corner of the room as you watch ethan.

“i’m not gonna hurt you, i swear,” he raises his hands in defeat, oblivious to the knife still between his fingers.

“t-the knife,” you point out.

“the wha—oh,” ethan slowly bends down, placing the knife next to his foot. “like i said y/n i’m not gonna hurt you.”

“shut up,” you yell, backing as far away from him as you could, even if that meant backing yourself into a corner. “kick it my way.”

with precision, ethan kicks the blade towards your feet, you quickly taking it and aiming you towards him.

“all that stuff i said back there was for show. all of it,” he slowly takes a step forward, sensing your unease.

“how do i know you’re not lying?”

“because i love you y/n, a-and i never meant to get you wrapped up in my family revenge plot bullshit, but fuck you just had to get close to tara,” he cries, taking another small step towards you. “once quinn realized you were a part of the friend group, she put you on the kill list. i tried to talk her out of it, but she’s one stubborn bitch.”

“you can say that again,” you mumble, earning a small laugh from ethan.

“all i want is to protect you from my sister and dad, okay? if they think i still like you, they’re gonna kill you.”

“b-but what about sam and tara?”

“i can’t save them, but i can save you. i love you so much y/n. more than you’ll ever know. but if i’m gonna help you, i need you to trust me one last time.”

he slowly makes his way toward you until he’s face to face. you back brushes against the wall as he stares into you. his eyes display raw emotion: sadness, anger, hurt. they were like a siren calling you overboard; you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him the longer you stared.

maybe it was the adrenaline rush or the need to be close to someone, but for whatever reason, you don’t pull back as ethan goes in for a kiss. your lips match his rhythm as his thumb tilts your chin upwards, making the makeout more intense. his teeth graze your bottom lip as he slips his tongue in your mouth.

the knife slips from your hands as they fly to his hair, yanking him in closer. moaning into the kiss, his right hand wraps around his waist as his left snakes towards his back pocket. finding what he’s looking for, ethan smirks into the kiss before slightly pulling away.

in one swift motion, ethan swings open his pocket knife, jabbing you repeatedly in the stomach. your eyes shoot open and your body lurches forward as a blood curdling scream runs through you. you desperately try to reach for the knife you once discarded, but ethan’s faster than you, kicking it away before you could even get close.

blood sprays from your mouth as he twists the knife into you before dragging it up your torso. your teeth grind together as you feel your intestines rip, a whole new wave of pain spreading across your body.

pulling away, ethan watches as you drop to the floor desperately trying to put pressure on your wound.

“i told you y/n,” he grins as he squats down to your level, “i’m one hell of an actor.”

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[mav giving the lieutenants a pep talk before the mission]

mav: you’ll do great. i have total faith in you guys

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mav: there is a 70% chance they will all die

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Bye, Bye, Baby (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader)

Summary: You and Hangman have hit a rough patch. Is a surprise pregnancy just the thing to save your relationship, or end it for good?

Warnings: angst, pregnancy, language, serious discussions of abortion (I also didn't really read over it, so unedited)

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It couldn’t have come at a worse time. Hangman and I have been drifting apart. It’s been over a month since we last spent the night together.

We were so careful, I’m on the pill and we always used a condom, but here I am, looking down at an array of positive pregnancy tests.

Tears spill down my face.

What the hell am I going to do? I can't have a baby right now, it would disrupt my entire career path. It's always been my dream to become an admiral. A baby will put me back at least a year.

There's only one other alternative right now and unfortunately I'm not sure if it's one I'm willing to take. Regardless, I have to consider it and I have to at least find out how long I've been pregnant for. Considering it's been over a month since Hangman and I have had sex, that means that I have to be at least four weeks along already. If I'm going to get an abortion than I'll have to think fast.

So, I pick myself up off the bathroom floor and call the abortion clinic, opting for one off base in hopes that I can keep this private for a little longer. I set up a consultation for two days from now and start to contemplate my next big obstacle: how to tell Hangman.

I know I can't discuss this kind of thing over the phone, so I wait until I see him at training the next day. It's not until our session is over, though, that I'm finally able to get a minute alone with him.

"Hey, babe?" I ask, walking next to him on the tarmac.

"Yeah?" he asks, turning to me with a smile.

"I was wondering if you could come over to my place tonight? Maybe we could do a movie night?"

"I can't do tonight, I promised the boys we could hit The Hard Deck." Hangman gives me a sympathetic smile.

I bite the inside of my bottom lip, trying to smile back, but only seeing this brush off as a further crack in our relationship.

"Can we do tomorrow night?" Hangman asks and I nod. "Great." He leans in and pecks my lips. "See you then."

I watch him walk away. I was hoping I'd be able to tell him before my first appointment. I was hoping he could give me some advice, ease my worries, tell me I'm doing the right thing; instead I'll have to settle for updating him afterwards.

At my appointment the next day, I discover that I've been pregnant for seven weeks, which means I only have about a month to get an abortion, until it will be too late.

I'm only just getting home when Hangman pulls into my driveway.

"Hey," he says, stepping out of his car, as I unlock my front door. "Were you out?" he asks, coming up the front steps to join me.

I unlock the front door, swinging it open. "Hangman, we really need to talk." I step inside and he follows, swinging the door shut behind him.

"What's wrong?" he asks and although I can't bring myself to look at him right now, I can hear the worry in his voice.

"Let's just sit down." I walk into the living room, taking a seat on the couch with my gaze locked on the carpet.

Hangman sinks onto the cushion right next to me, his leg pressed against mine.

"I know we've been drifting apart lately, so this couldn't have come at a worse time," I start, trying to find the words.

Hangman grabs my hand, pulling it into his lap. "Y/n," he says, calling me by my real name instead of my callsign. "Please look at me."

I force my head up and meet Hangman's gaze, hoping that he can't tell that I'm holding back tears.

"Are you breaking up with me?" he asks.

I shake my head immediately. “No, no, that’s not it,” I reassure him.

His shoulders relax and he breathes deeply with a nod. “Then what is it?”

I roll my lips into my mouth, not wanting to say it.

“You’re not pregnant are you?” he asks, chuckling like he’s trying to make a joke.

I look away, pulling my hand from his and pressing it to my mouth to muffle the sob that try’s to escape.

"Oh my god." Hangman circles around in front of me, dropping to his knees to catch my eye.

"You're pregnant?" he asks.

I nod, wiping at the tears by my eyes.

"Oh my god," Hangman says again. "Okay, it's gonna be okay." He grabs my hands again. "We can figure it out. I mean we have nine months to do it."

"Hangman," I say, not sure how to introduce the idea of an abortion.

“We can be great parents. I know it.”

“Hangman, I don’t want to keep it.”

Silence crashes over the room.

“Ace, I don't want to put them up for adoption. I can't live my life knowing that my kid is out there somewhere. Listen, I know it's scary, but I'm ready to-"

"Well, I'm not," I cut Hangman off.

Hangman stops mid sentence, his face falling.

"I'm not ready to do this. I'm not ready to start a family or disrupt my career." I stare at Hangman, waiting for him to say something, but he avoids my gaze. I sigh. "I went to the abortion clinic today and-"

"Hold on, an abortion?" Hangman pops up from the couch, his voice rising.

I reach for his hand to try and pull him back, but he jerks out of my grasp.

"You're gonna kill our baby?" He says it with so much venom that he might as well have slapped me across the face.

"Jake..."

"No. No!" he says adamantly. "You can't do that. My family doesn't believe in abortions."

I scoff, standing up from the couch, too. "What the fuck does your family have to do with this?" I ask.

"Fine. I don't believe in abortions."

I can't believe this. I can't believe that I let this dick get me pregnant.

I cross my arms, trying to stay angry to keep myself from crying.

"So what? You want me to have your fucking kid against my will?" I ask.

"No, I want you to have our baby. So we can raise it together." His words are kind, but he's still arguing.

"Hangman, I don't have time for a pregnancy right now. It will put me months behind in my career and if we keep it even more."

"Would that be so bad? Having a family?"

I feel tears prick at the back of my eyes, as I realize he doesn't get it. He's never going to get it.

"Yesterday you ditched me to go to the bar with your friends, but now you're ready to start a fucking family with me?"

Hangman nods. “Yes, I care about you y/n.” He steps towards me, reaching out, but I step away.

“No you don’t.” I push my arms out to keep him back. “You only care about whatever bullshit your parents put in your head about fulfilling your duty as a dad. You don’t give a fuck about how this is going to affect me.”

Hangman runs a hand through his hair, looking away and then turning back to me. "So what, you're just going to kill it?"

I sniff, no longer able to hold the tears back as they stream down my face. "You think I want to?"

Hangman's face softens and he steps towards me. "So don't."

I bite my lip, turning away from him in frustration. "You don't get it."

"What don't I get?" His voice is soft and I can tell he's trying his hardest to stay calm.

I turn back towards him, looking him in the eye. "I won't be able to fly. They're never going to let me in the air if I find out I'm pregnant and then that puts me out for at least nine months. Plus a few more if I'm going to take care of it and by that point I can kiss becoming admiral goodbye."

Hangman wraps his hands around my arms. "You don't know that."

"I know that I don't want this baby... and I'm sorry if you do, but..." I sniff, reaching up to wipe at my eyes with my shirt sleeve. "I hope we can still be together, even if a family isn't one of my priorities right now."

I'm too scared to look up at his face. Too scared to see what his reaction is.

I feel his hands leave my arms and my heart drops. He's walking away, he's leaving.

Then I feel his arms around my back, pulling me closer. My face presses against his chest, no doubt leaving tear stains on his t-shirt.

"I want to be with you," he says, his lips meeting the top of my head.

I pull my head away, looking up at him.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

He nods. "I love you and I want you to achieve your dreams."

"But what about your dreams?" I ask. "Kids? A family?"

Hangman smiles. "Maybe we should start with a dog."

A grin stretches across my face.

"Deal," I reply.

Hangman turns his head, bending down to meet my lips.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into the kiss.

"Do you want me to come with you?" he asks, when we break away. "To your next appointment?"

I nod, blinking away the last few tears that were in my eyes. "Please?"

Hangman cups my face, using his thumb to brush away any remaining evidence of my crying. "Of course."

#hangman top gun #hangman x you #jake hangman seresin #top gun #top gun fanfiction #hangman fanfiction #jake seresin #hangman x reader #hangman imagine #top gun maverick #top gun fic

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Bruises (Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz x Reader)

Summary: Growing up with Johnny Lawrence as a dad, you knew karate better than anyone. When he opens Cobra Kai, you're his first student alongside Miguel. As he recruits new students, you and Hawk become close, but once Kreese takes over the dojo it causes a division between the two of you. How will you overcome it?

A/N: writing this because I'm extremely bored so beware, takes place during the season 3 finale fight at the LaRusso house

Warnings: violence, injury, angst, probably language, unedited writing

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They completely caught us off guard. One minute all of us were just relaxing in the LaRusso's kitchen, the next our friend was flying through the window.

Hawk comes in through the side door, a smirk on his face, as his fellow Cobar Kai students follow.

We all back away, only to be startled by Tory bursting through the front door behind us.

Within seconds, a fight breaks out. I block an attack from the nearest Cobra Kai and send my foot into his stomach, knocking him away from me.

Another guy attacks me to my left, but I grab his arm, twisting him over my body.

The first guy comes at me again and manages to connect a punch to my jaw.

I brush it off, dropping down and sweeping his legs out beneath him, dropping my foot down hard on his stomach to keep him down.

I don’t have time to turn, before one of the other guys comes up behind me and puts me in a headlock.

I grasp at his arm pressing down on my throat. Swinging my head back, I headbutt him, forcing him to release his hold. I jump to turn around and face him, ready to keep fighting if I have to, but falter when I realize it’s Hawk.

He doesn’t seem scathed by my attack, but he’s letting out a chuckle, cracking his neck and preparing to fight.

I haven’t fought Hawk head on, ever. I’ve sparred with him hundreds of times, but ever since we ended up on opposite sides of the karate feud, I’ve managed to steer clear of having to fight him.

It’s not that I’m afraid I’ll lose, I’m the girls All-Valley Champion and have held my own against Hawk before, I just don’t know if I can handle the reality of hurting my best friend.

“Hawk…” I say in warning, putting my own hands up on the defensive.

“Let’s go, Lawrence.” Hawk pulls his fist back, swinging at me and I dodge. He goes for a kick to my side, but I block it with my arms.

I step back down the hallway, trying to back away from him.

“Come on, hit me,” Hawk taunts, as he continues to approach.

“I don’t want to fight you,” I say.

“Well, too bad.” Hawk rushes towards me, but I slip out of the way and grab his arm with one hand, pushing at his chest with the other to send him flat on his back on the ground.

I press my knee against Hawk’s chest, as he pants for air. Even after I knocked the wind out of him, he still can’t wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

I pop back up, running across the house. I catch sight of Demetri, struggling to fend off like three guys and jump in to help.

I grab the first guy, and since he doesn’t see me coming I get a few strong punches in and he’s out.

Unfortunately, one of the other guys gives me a strong kick to the stomach that sends me to the ground.

I let out a gasp. I can’t even sit up right now, I’m trying so hard to catch my breath. One of the other guys jerks me up by grabbing my shirt, pinning me against the nearest wall, with his hand wrapped around my throat.

I see Demetri over his shoulder, who’s still fighting against the other Cobra Kai, unaware of my situation.

“You’re a traitor,” the boy who has me pinned says, tightening his grip on my throat.

I realize now that he’s the same one I knocked down when the fight first began, and I have no doubt that he’s mad about that.

He continues to squeeze my throat tighter and I let out a strangled cough, desperately trying to pull his vice of a hand away.

The edges of my vision start to go black and I can feel the strength leaving my arms. It’s not long before I can barely see anything at all beyond a marbled version of the colors in the room.

Then I’m falling and then I’m gasping and then I’m coughing.

A coolness envelops my cheek and I soon realize it’s the hard wood floor beneath me.

I continue to cough, dragging in rough gasps of air in between. I manage to regain my sight and push myself to a seated position.

Looking around, I see Demetri down the hall smashing a vase over the head of the same guy he was fighting earlier.

Hawk towers nearby and he quickly starts rushing towards me.

Instinct forces me to throw up my hands in defense. Bracing and leaning back against the wall with a raspy “Please.”

“Are you alright?” I hear Hawk say.

I risk a glance over and see him drop down to his knees in front of me.

“I’m so sorry,” he says. “Are you okay?”

I lower my hands, still eyeing him warily. Over his shoulder I can see the beaten form of the boy who just tried to choke me to death.

Hawk reaches forward, his hand pushing my hair back, his fingers brushing the side of my neck and forcing me to flinch.

“Sorry.” Hawk pulls his hand away, but his gaze stays locked on me.

I put together what must have happened. Hawk just saved my life.

“Why’d you change your mind?” I ask, my throat aching at the effort to talk.

Hawk frowns. “I just, I saw him hurting you and I couldn’t just not do anything.” Hawk looks down. “That sounds so stupid, considering I just tried to fight you. I guess… watching him almost kill you made me come to my senses.”

I smile, a little. “I’m glad you did.”

Hawk smiles back. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks.

I nod, reaching out to grab his hand. “I’ve never been better.”

a/n: sorry this is so shitty i’ve just been so bored today and this is what came to mind

#cobra kai #hawk cobra kai #eli moskowitz #cobra kai fanfic #hawk fanfic #eli moskowitz x reader #hawk x reader

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