#verse. / ​main.: miyagi fang. ( miyagi!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞

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ETHAN, ROBBY, & THE AGONY OF NOT ACTUALLY ONE SIDED PINING.

ethan wilson, 3x05 ( miyagi-do ) // troye sivan, running shoes // christa wolf // ? // ? // ? // ? // robby keene, 3x05 ( miyagi-do )

#taughtpain #dyn. / ​soulmate.: taughtpain. ( robby keene. ) — ❝ you’re the closest to heaven that i’ll ever be. ❞ #verse. / ​main.: miyagi fang. ( miyagi!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞ #going fucking insane #excuse the quality & the lighting in leo’s pic. i did this on mobile #but tbf that show is fucking Dark #web weaving tag.

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ethan likes to think that he's immune to any & all surprises, both good ones & bad… mostly because of his status as a non-human entity. he's been around a very long time. keeping his eldritch nature under wraps has been kind of easy so far, up until the point of his death experience(s).

he's very happy to be lounging around miyagi-do. wait, hold on. no. eagle-do? is there a new name for the two dojos combining styles? - with robby, the senseis, & his friends scattered about nearby. demetri & emma are watching anthony trying to grab koi fish bare-handed. chase & calla are training with each other, but it looks to be more like play fighting than anything serious. the miyagi-do lesson just finished for the day five minutes ago, & most of ethan's friends are just relaxing around the tranquil space. he's thrilled that mr. larusso let him take it a little easier today, & that he re-opened the dojo most recently in general, rejoining the fight against silver & his cobra kai. mr. larusso's worried about ethan over-extending himself, what with his recent... run-in with silver. ( he's been very careful not to mention it around ethan, something he appreciates, more than he can say. it's not every day a human boy dies twice clinically & gets resuscitated thrice. ) mr. larusso's own injuries haven't healed fully yet, the black eye he's sporting still obvious, still tender to the touch, radiating pain whenever he goes to rub his eye.

ethan's eyes are closed, choosing to lean up against hawk because his wonderful boyfriend is occupied at the moment. hawk spares a glance over at robby & sticks his tongue out before looking over ethan's head, towards a new pair of footsteps passing through the side gate of the dojo. ethan's more than happy to keep his eyes closed, dozing off on hawk's shoulder, ignoring the movement.

@lovehungered says ❝ hi eth. ❞ & smiles at ethan !

his eyes snap open instantly. his head whips towards the sound of his friend's voice, & he freezes for a millisecond. admittedly, it takes a millisecond for him to register the fact that sanji's really here! & he's smiling at him! this isn't just a dream or some trick! sanji's here, yep! he feels all warm & fuzzy at the use of his nickname, used by everyone present as a sign of friendship with him. it's kind of like he's wrapped up in a warm, really comforting hug. the taller boy gasps at the sight of his friend, immediately scrambling up from where he's comfortably sitting on the sparring deck. what a great surprise! ethan hasn't seen sanji in like three whole days - that's three more days than he'd have liked to go without seeing his friend. but he understands that life can get busy. now that he’s here, ethan feels like he has so much he wants to say to him. there's not enough daylight left in the day to start rambling, but wow, he really, really wants to start!

as he lumbers over to the blond like a bat out of hell, a big, cheesy grin crossing his features, ethan makes a decidedly... unmanly noise that sounds a little similar to a bird chirp, making johnny’s jaw drop in surprise. hawk & miguel both stifle a laugh, two sets of eyes rolling skyward. the boys are more used to his… eccentric qualities, but johnny's getting there. progress, if nothing else.

❝ hi, sanji! ❞ ethan responds with even more enthusiasm than sanji's kind greeting, his entire face full of warmth & unbridled joy as he places both of his hands on his shoulders, like he's trying to really confirm that he's real. ❝ i feel like i haven't seen you in forever. ❞ three days is way too long to go without seeing his pal. he makes a mental note: try to never let that happen, ever again, if he can help it! ❝ how've you been, man? how's sensei zeff? ❞

#lovehungered #inhales deeply. starts hollering #in character. / season 5. #sanji just has a way of making eth’s eldritch side pop up at random times bc of pure joy!! #ethan: you mean sanji? mr. badass chef sanji? my good friend sanji? the bestest best friend an eldritch boy can have? that sanji? my sanji? #hashtag Friendship #main verse.: miyagi fang. — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞

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your apartment is filled to the brim with those you love. there’s laughter & conversations swirling throughout your home, music playing over the speakers in your apartment, & smiles all around. your friends & in-laws(!) are having a great time. you’re so happy & in love you feel like you could burst.

it’s been a little under an hour since you popped the big question to robby, tory, sam & miguel. miguel hasn’t been able to blink the tears out of his eyes, nor has he been able to hide the fact that he’s been staring at his engagement ring since you slipped it on his finger.

tory’s downright giddy, constantly peppering her partners in little kisses at every opportunity, whenever she walks by. she’s currently holding sam’s hand, chatting with moon, scarlett, cosima, betty, veronica, cheryl, aisha, emma & yasmine. the girls haven’t been able to stop fawning over tory’s & sam’s engagement rings, or the baby pictures of icarus & emma’s two-month-olds - twins. your fiancé’s & fiancée’s ( you get a rush of pure elation just calling them your fiancés & fiancées ) are always breathtakingly beautiful, but right now they seem to glow with pure, unfiltered happiness. they love you, & you love them equally with every single cell in your body. you’re so incredibly relieved all four of them said yes when you’d asked them to marry you. you were terrified that moving from the ❛ boyfriends & girlfriends ❜ to ❛ fiancés & fiancées ❜ milestone might have been too quick, & they’d have said no. but they didn’t. & now you’re engaged to the loves of your simultaneous lives.

god. you love them so much.

you’d been incredibly, understandably nervous when asking your partners’ parents for their blessing to marry their children. but you’d never been MORE SURE of something in your life. making the rings had been the easier part… by a landslide, despite the countless designs you’d went through. everything had to be perfect.

(it was. everything IS perfect.)

& now here you are - celebrating, surrounded by your friends & loved ones in your apartment. you’re engaged to tory, miguel, sam & robby! it feels like a dream come true.

mrs. larusso is standing diligently in front of the stove, shooing both demetri & anthony away before they can sneakily grab a taste of the buffalo chicken dip you’d made, which is still too hot to eat right now. you’d tried to do some more cooking, on top of everything you’d already prepared - everything ranging from dinner foods like ziti, to visually appealing, labor-intensive appetizers that are only seen on the food network channel ( but are no less delicious! ), to various spreads of charcuterie boards, to classic desserts. that they’re in your apartment to celebrate the occasion of you becoming engaged, it made sense to you to prepare everything. as soon as she saw you put the buffalo chicken dip into the oven, amanda’d been adamant in you taking the night off, in letting her take over watching the food. your apartment smells downright heavenly.

❝ ethan, if you don’t go hang out with your friends & your newly betrotheds right this instant, i will wack you upside the head with this spatula. ❞ she’d threatened you, waving the spatula around for emphasis. you’d quickly nodded & did as she requested, moving out of the open-concept kitchen to go hang out with your friends. you’d instinctively moved over to ciro on the couch, where he, icarus, rhydian, shadow & charlie are talking politely with each other. rare are the opportunities for all of the eldritch beings ( & one immortal man - icarus ) to be in the same room as each other, but it’s nice. they’re all friendly with each other. ciro had been happy for you, truly. he wasn’t surprised in the slightest — exactly none of your eldritch friends were. they all know how you feel about them. after talking with them for a few minutes, you’d moved over to chat with mr. larusso & johnny, who are both thrilled. ( you called johnny ‘dad’, one time, just to test it out & gauge his reaction. johnny started crying tears of joy, then told charlie to fuck off when he teased him about it ). mr. larusso’s drinking a glass of fancy champagne, his first of the night, but johnny opted to have a glass of water. he’s not drinking ( strictly only water & soda ), & is stone-cold sober despite the celebration & a handful of others drinking alcohol, which you commend him for.

after checking on them & confirming they’re both having a good time, you instinctively seek out @taughtpain, finding him almost immediately. all of your cells feel in-tune with every breath he takes, it’s instinct to be near him. hawk is chatting with him. he pretends not to notice you as you approach, continuing to converse with robby, so you can successfully sneak up behind robby, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, pulling him into you. you just want to be as close to him as possible. you rest your chin on his shoulder. hawk smirks slightly, but you ignore it for the moment.

❝ look at you, my love! ❞ you murmur to robby with a warm, overjoyed laugh. hawk rolls his eyes slightly, only acting like he’s annoyed. his smile can’t hide the genuine happiness he feels for his best friends. your gaze softens, brown eyes filling with every single modicum of endless, undying love your entire being ( eldritch form & vessel alike ) holds for robby keene. ❝ glowing like a solar fire. you’re something special, robby. ❞ you recite the line from treasure planet perfectly, then finish it off with a passionate, gentle kiss, not wanting to pull away from your fiancé.

#taughtpain #in character. / ​post season 5. #god i love this so much #verse. / ​main.: miyagi fang. ( miyagi!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞

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A conversation between @taughtranquility / @recurrere / Miguel Diaz, & Ethan Wilson, circa 4x05. This is canon for Ethan & my Miguel. Just imagine Miguel is sitting next to instead of Jeremiah, & Ethan instead of Johnny. Nadia & myself may reblog. This is part two. | Part one is here.

Ethan shakes his head. His hands curl up into fists at his sides. "That’s just it, Miggy. I’m done caring. He’s a traitor of Miyagi-Do, like Nate said. If we hadn’t been friends prior to all of this, I don’t think I’d feel as half as angry as I do. He betrayed the trust I had in him, and ruined the friendship we had." He sighs softly, and his expression becomes more miserable as he continues speaking. "I should’ve never moved to the Valley in the first place. I wouldn’t be feeling like this. This was a mistake."

"Hey, no." Miguel interjects quickly. "Don’t think that. You’re only human. Burying your emotions like that isn’t healthy. And if it’s any consolation, I’m glad you moved here. I’m glad we met. You’re my best friend."

His words are filled with sincerity, and Ethan finally looks over at him. Miguel meets Ethan's eyes. "…That’s the thing about betrayal, Ethan. It never comes from the enemy." He murmurs, reaching over to take his hand in his own. Ethan's caught off guard to see that his expression is filled with sympathy. It’s like he knows something. Something he won’t - HE CAN’T, HE REFUSES TO! - admit aloud.

The next exhalation of breath feels like it's forced from his lungs. Ethan's completely stunned into silence. His best friend’s words play on an agonizing loop in his head.

BETRAYAL NEVER COMES FROM THE ENEMY.

#drabble tag. #taughtranquility #recurrere #dyn.: recurrere. / miguel diaz. #dyn.: taughtpain. #// long post #verse. / ​main.: miyagi fang. ( miyagi!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞ #verse: miyagi!ethan. ( main. ) #im so fucking emotional rn

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ETHAN, ROBBY, & BETRAYAL AS A CONFIRMATION OF LOVE.

ethan wilson, 3x10 ( december 19 ) / alan foster, the fall / richard silken, the long and the short of it / comic by alisonzai on instagram / ? / f scott fitzgerald, the great gatsby / fall out boy, miss missing you / f scott fitzgerald, the great gatsby / ludovico carracci, the kiss of judas / robby keene, 3x10 ( december 19 )

#taughtpain #i need a web weaving tag atp #verse. / ​main.: miyagi fang. ( miyagi!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞ #dyn. / ​soulmate.: taughtpain. ( robby keene. ) — ❝ you’re the closest to heaven that i’ll ever be. ❞ #dyn.: taughtpain. #web weaving tag.

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ETHAN WILSON, SAM LARUSSO, & THEIR FRIENDSHIP DURING SEASON 1 ( part one / ? )

#taughtmercy #verse. / ​main.: miyagi fang. ( miyagi!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞ #they mean everything to me #dyn.: taughtmercy.

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THE OVERHEAD LIGHTS IN YOUR BEDROOM REMAIN SWITCHED OFF, but the light in the hallway provide a crack of light to filter in across the room, light stretched across robby’s body & across your body, you gently hum along to a song that only you can hear in your head, one that’s been playing on a loop thanks to your alternate’s self timeline hyperfixating on the song. you’re gazing softly at robby, head height with him, pressed up against him gently. the blankets are tangled up around your legs. one of your hands is delicately cupping his face while your other hand lightly scratches his back, random patterns. you barely look away from him, just wanting to make sure he’s real, that this isn’t just a dream or a trick somehow. you’d had a pretty intense ptsd flashback & AVH attack almost two hours ago, brought on by the repulsas being on the valley news. they’d shown a video of auryn, orlando & rita - auryn’s father & mother - standing side-by-side at a press conference for some important event. you didn’t really listen… until auryn spoke. your ex-boyfriend’s short speech about keeping a strong, reliant foothold in the valley’s community had set you off this time.

you’d heard silver’s voice in your head pretty much after his speech ended, & you froze up on the couch like you were stuck in suspended animation. for one minute & seventeen seconds. after you’d remembered that you were no longer in the back room of the dojo, dying alone & terrified as silver landed punch after kick, you’d locked yourself in the ensuite bathroom in your room. you’d tried to cry quietly into your hands, where robby wouldn’t hear you. he managed to calm you down enough, & you’d quietly asked him to please help you, which resulted in… your current states. your eyes hurt & there are clearly dark circles under your eyes, but you’d been in your right mind to consent to him. you wanted him to help you… you wouldn’t have asked him if you weren’t. the panic went away almost immediately, & the silver voice has been dead silent since the moment you held robby’s hand. its bliss, or something close to it. you don’t know if you’ll ever fully know peace again.

❝ were you ever going to tell me the truth? ❞ @taughtpain murmurs.

pure instinct makes your whole body tense slightly, hands freezing in place while your heart jumps into your throat, beginning to pick up in speed, which you can clearly hear with the way your head is positioned on your pillow. your brain is torn between immediately trying to throw on your clothes & sprint towards the door, or completely ignore/deflect his words, somehow play dumb or turn the conversation topic to something much more digestible & far safer than this one.

he’s talking about auryn… your 'relationship' with the blond, because it couldn’t exactly be called romantic. it couldn’t then, it still can’t now. you’ve been anticipating this conversation for a few months now when you broke up with auryn & started dating him, but also dreading it. the dark, imposing shadow of auryn still lingers around the edges of your psyche, crushing you like metaphysical weights attached to every inch of your body. you don’t like thinking about what you’ve gone through, because when you do, it sends you spiraling. both with auryn & more recently with silver. auryn took advantage of your hurt state & used it to his advantage. then silver basically crushed it underfoot altogether. the scar on your abdomen from the katana is proof of that. like with the scar from your death experience(s - two ), your heavily scarred psyche is something you can’t fully repair. all-powerful except when it comes to erasing my traumas. you think bitterly, but you don’t take your eyes off robby for a second. you’re sure your creators have everything to do with that part.

some days, you can barely breathe, or find the strength to pretend to be fine. sometimes, you jump whenever someone slams a door too loudly, or flinch whenever he’s mentioned… something all of your friends have grown increasingly careful about lately. & you’re grateful for them, of course, but they can’t completely erase your nightmares or ptsd. the flashback you had earlier involved auryn being entirely emotionless as he told you that he’s what you deserve, that he's the only person you deserve. ( the evidence of robby switching sides in the karate war made you inclined to believe him. you weren't strong enough to prevent any of the shit that happened. it's your fault. for all of it. )

❝ i- ❞ i don’t want to talk about this. the words are unbearably searing hot where they rest on the tip of your tongue. ❝ no, i wasn’t p-planning on ever… um, telling you about it. ❞ you murmur to him instead, the admittance soft like you’re scared of his reaction ( you are, you’re scared of judgement, of anger ), eyes flashing down towards his knuckles. the admittance even surprises you. you blink in surprise of yourself. you’re not sure why you said that, but it’s too late to take it back now. your eyes quickly move back up towards his face, like you’re somehow expecting that his knuckles will magically become dotted with auryn’s or silver’s blood the second you stare at his hands for too long. like it'll be your fault if that happens.

❝ there’s nothing to really talk about, either? at least, i-i don’t think so. a-auryn was a shitty boyfriend. that’s all. ❞ you add softly. that’s clearly not everything that happened… & you had a feeling that robby would have asked questions eventually, he’s not stupid or oblivious, & you never thought him capable of being anything like that. not even once. the signs were slowly becoming more & more prevalent in your relationship as it became saturated in toxicity & controlling, even if you didn’t realize it at the time. trying to sugarcoat it any other way is pointless, you know that now. you were abused by auryn - it wasn’t love. it was pure manipulation & control he exercised over you, he used your fucked up emotional states against you, weaponizing your own thoughts against you in the process - he made you think you were the villain in all of this, that you deserved everything that happened to you.

❝ are you... mad at me ? ❞ you ask robby, words barely audible. this version of you is nothing like yourself… or the person you'd been a year ago. you don't think you're ever going to be the same ethan ever again.

you either want to scream or start crying, but you don’t want to worry robby. you lean over to kiss him a little feverishly, getting lost in the kiss quicker than you mean to. you're trying to prolong talking about this, even if its important. a hand settles on his shoulder, eyes closing after a few moments. it’s perhaps against your better judgement ( you don’t know if it’ll cause your current situation to… escalate, again - not that you’d mind that ), but you want it to feel like there’s no one else in the world right now except for him. he’s the only person that matters to you right now. the karate war & silver expanding his cobra kai empire be damned straight to hell. …even still, though, you know you’re depending on robby a lot mentally & emotionally because of everything that happened, & that’s not fair to him. you know it’s not, & you suppose you’ll have to repent for that later in some form. you just hope you don’t wind up pushing him away by being clingy.

#taughtpain #in character. / season 5. #main verse.: miyagi fang. — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞ #a*ryn really fucked with ethan :((( #// suggestive

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when you hear a light knock on the larusso’s front door, the dinner you’d been making for sam, icarus, charlie, robby & emma becomes semi-abandoned on the stove ( on very low heat ) in favor of answering it. the larusso’s are out for the night, going to some fancy dinner for larusso auto. apparently someone is retiring. sam, emma, robby & charlie aren’t here right now; they left a few minutes ago to the movie theater with plans on watching some hot new film. you’d told them to text you asap if they ran into cobra kai by chance. there have been… tensions lately. you don’t do well with crowds. not in this life, not in any other ones. so you, charlie & icarus opted to stay home. but then those two had to leave a few minutes after, wanting to go to browse the high-end jewelry stores for engagement rings ( on the very opposite side of the valley from the movie theater; smart play by icarus ). you weren’t caught off guard by the bombshell reveal in the slightest, because it’s something that happens throughout almost all universes ( if those three aren’t already married prior to them ) - icarus & charlie proposing to emma.

anyway, creamy chicken gnocchi is on tonight’s menu, & the kitchen smells heavenly because of it. it’s one of emma’s favorites, which she fell in love with pretty much the first time she tried it, which was a few days after you became friends for the ❛ first ❜ ( thousandth ) time. it’s pretty much become a staple meal for her, which you’re more than happy to make for her. sometimes you switch or add ingredients to keep it interesting, much to her amusement. this time around, there’s a little more heat added to the sauce, which emma loves. there’s four unopened tupperware boxes sitting atop the granite island in your kitchen - one for ciro, even though he doesn’t eat, you two have an unspoken agreement to keep up appearances. he’d probably wind up giving the tupperware to adora. the two others are for ciro to take to tory & brandon. the fourth is for scarlett.

jesus fucking christ. you’d never considered yourself to be domestic, but here you are, eldritch being & third ever thing in existence… making dinner for humans in a home, instead of slaughtering them without moving. having a crush on a human boy. first, second & your siblings would have an aneurysm trying to figure out why you’re like… that. on the opposite end of the spectrum, mom & dad would be very happy to see you acting so domestic around humans ( as opposed to all of the, uh, kidpool stuff you do with wade )… just being kind around humans… & having a crush on robby. vanessa’s been teasingly inquiring to the kid version of you about engagement rings for two weeks now. you always go bright red whenever she asks.

you wipe your hands on the dish towel, readjust your earplugs, & wander over towards the door, opening it up. your eyes widen a fraction when you see miguel, mind figuratively screeching to a halt. what the fuck is he - a member of cobra kai - doing here ? your shoulders instinctively tense up slightly as the thought to close the door in his face crosses your mind. you haven’t exactly forgiven miguel for screwing with robby’s shoulder during the all valley a few weeks ago, & cringed when you saw it happen from the audience.

for a millisecond, you briefly consider letting him in & making him sit at the table, then sending an sos text to robby & sam. they could probably get back to the larusso household before an all-out brawl happens. you versus miguel… miguel would win, simply because you’d let him, & you’re not ❛ properly trained ❜ by mr. larusso yet. you know the bare minimum of miyagi-do karate.

❝ …uh, hey, miguel. ❞ you start, cadence very awkward, ❝ if you’re looking for sam, she’s not here. you missed her. ❞ you don’t move your vessel even as your eldritch-self’s senses reach out past miguel, trying to sense other heat signatures nearby. nope. there’s nothing. so that means there’s no cobra kai students lying in wait to attack you, who is alone & ❛ defenseless ❜ against their superior karate skills. you’re keeping a lid on your powers & genuine martial arts knowledge, & you’d hate to fuck up the inexperience that you’re portraying in any way… especially by sending some kids to the hospital with a light tap. relief zips through your entire body once you realize miguel is alone, though. your eyebrows furrow slightly when you see the expression on his face.

❝ i didn't know where else to go. ❞ @recurrere replies.

you blink, but you don’t immediately invite him in. you keep your body positioned carefully in between the doorway & the inside of the larusso home. confusion paints your features as you gauge him carefully. you wonder if he’ll catch on to the fact that you don’t trust him… not like you once did. ❝ o-okay, what’s going on? …if i let you in, you’re n-not, uh, going to go all ❛ no mercy ❜ on me, are you ? ❞ given miguel’s past track record with injuring people because of that stupid fucking mindset ( robby ), you’re still hesitant to invite him inside.

#recurrere #main verse.: miyagi fang. — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞ #in character. / season 2. #ethan: trust issues intensify

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still not looking at your ass .

you're a little annoyed with both of your senseis for being late to training, especially since they were the ones who set it up in the first place. you arrived a few minutes early with robby in tow, leaving the warmth & safety of your apartment ( & your bed, tangled up together with the blinds drawn to block out the sunshine, scrolling on your phones while watching videos of the past few years' sekai taikai tournaments, or showing each other funny tiktoks ). johnny changed plans last second to attend an early-morning check-up with carmen & mr. larusso got tangled up at work with a client. they're still not here, almost twenty minutes later. maybe you & robby should've had breakfast before you left the apartment. on the upside, though, them not being here yet means that you can just be with your fiancé, enjoying each other's company. it's nice, just being with him. there's no karate drama pushing you apart or occupying your time. no rising, barely-controlled bloodlust coming from you, now that silver's in prison & kreese is dead.

every instinct inside of your vessel hums pleasantly whenever robby so much as looks at you, & you're trying very hard not to blush under his gaze... or just cup his face & start making out with him. there’s no one around to walk in on two, if you do start kissing. both are very tempting options, so it's a goddamn testament to your self-restraint that you're standing on the other side of the deck, warming up.

you stretching like this - shirtless, grey sweatpants riding low on your hips, & with your back turned to him - might have ulterior motives of getting him distracted. ( you think it's working. )

the original plan for today had been for tory, sam, miguel, robby & yourself to be trained by both johnny & mr. larusso, just the five of you against the two senseis, because sensei toguchi had something to do. ❝ call it spending quality time with our soon-to-be children-in-laws. ❞ daniel had said with a fond smile, & johnny had reached over to ruffle tory's hair, & tory had playfully pushed away his hand. this had been planned a week ago. but just last night, miguel suddenly decided to skip out on the group practice to take both tory & sam out to have a day of fun & relaxation today.

he’d planned on taking your fiancées out to breakfast, shopping, then out to lunch, then circle back for some more shopping & sightseeing. then, he wants to take them out to go see a movie later in the afternoon, then go see what's up at the fair in calabasas, grabbing dinner there, if memory serves correctly. tory doesn't think they'll be back until nightfall, which is fine with you. miguel just wanted to be a couple of normal teens for the day, away from all things karate. with tory's hand still needing more time to heal from her training accident, you'd also been a little worried about her pushing herself. in addition to that, though, her shoulder got a little messed yesterday, too - she hit the sparring deck too hard while sparring with betty; a total accident, but betty had felt awful about it nonetheless. so, she's taking it easy today, & miguel taking his fianceés out is the perfect opportunity to do just that.

miguel'd informed the group of the change of plans bright & early as soon as seven am rolled around, & while mr. laursso had been a little disappointed when he'd responded at a normal goddamned time, johnny just sent a winking face a few minutes later, which you think means ❝ ok ❞ in his books. so, it's just you & robby for right now in the empty dojo. you do hope your fiancé & fiancée's are having fun, though. all of them deserve it. they’re at breakfast right now — miguel sent a picture of pancakes a few minutes ago.

with a sigh, you absentmindedly roll your shoulders to loosen up more. the movements are on auto-pilot as you’re trying to sift through about a hundred different other thoughts at once when @taughtpain suddenly speaks up from behind you.

❝ still not looking at your ass . ❞

you pause your stretching at his words. you spin around to look at robby, cocking your head to the side innocently. your gaze soften considerably as you look at him up & down for a millisecond, face dusted pink - god, he looks good, like always. your fingers sort of ache to cup his face in your palms. you really, really want to kiss your fiancé. you’re pretty much allowed to just do it whenever you want, so why not right now ? you want to kiss him until you’re breathless.

❝ oh ? ❞ you hum without missing a beat, tongue poking out to wet your lips. ❝ were you staring, my love ? ❞ you question, keeping your tone completely innocent. you’d at least sensed his eyes on you, but robby doesn’t have to know that part. a light laugh escapes your lips as you run a hand through your hair, somehow managing to pass that off as innocent, too. but you know what you’re trying to do to him. you place a hand over your heart in faux-offense, placing the other on your hip. ❝ how crude of you to do something like that. ❞ you’re also doing your damndest not to grin - that would give you away. you like being dramatic sometimes. ❝ thought you liked my ass, keene. ❞

#taughtpain #these two istg #ethan vc: lmao *sure* #answered. #in character. / post season 5. #main verse.: miyagi fang. — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞

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A conversation between @taughtranquility / @recurrere / Miguel Diaz, & Ethan Wilson, circa 4x05. This is canon for Ethan & my Miguel. Just imagine Miguel is sitting next to Ethan instead of Jeremiah, & Ethan instead of Johnny. Nadia & myself may reblog. This is part one. | Part two is here.

Miguel sits down next to Ethan, looking at the taller boy in concern. Ethan has his earplugs in his ears, but his sunglasses are off for the moment. The case is sitting on the ground next to him. They're both sitting outside of Miguel's apartment, with their backs pressed against the wall next to the Diaz's apartment door. After causing two incidences, Ethan had abruptly abandoned Miyagi-Do practice early in a hurry. Miguel took it upon himself to go after his best friend, to make sure he was okay. It's something Ethan silently appreciates. He'd have done the same for Miguel, or Icarus, or Hawk.

"Hey, Eth."

Ethan doesn't mind the nickname; Miguel is one of the people who can use it whenever he wants. Emma, Talia, Hawk, Charlie & Sam are the others. His parents, too, obviously. Ethan even gave Robby permission to use the nickname, too. Ethan has no interest in being within a ten mile radius of his ex-best friend anymore.

"...Hey." Is what Ethan mumbles instead. His voice is weak.

"Are you okay?"

The brunet scoffs lightly, crossing his arms over his chest. Like a light switch, his look of guilt is replaced with frustration. "Christ." He grumbles in exasperation, dragging a hand down his face. "Everyone keeps asking me that. I’m okay. Really."

"You don’t have to do that, dude." Miguel begins quietly.

"Do what?" Ethan responds, keeping his tone flat, pretending like he doesn't know what Miguel is referring to. He's not stupid. Miguel knows he isn't. Still, though, the other boy sighs softly. This version of Ethan isn't the same one Miguel knows like the back of his hand. Understandably, he's concerned. Sometimes, he wishes his best friend didn't close himself off, like he's doing right now. Distance himself emotionally. It's something Miguel noticed he's been doing a lot, lately. It's some type of defense mechanism.

"Lie to me, so I don’t have to worry about you. You lashed out at Sensei LaRusso, dude. You hurt Icarus during sparring, too. Even though neither of those things are something you’d ever do if you weren’t hurting. I'm just... All of us are worried about you."

"I’ll apologize to both of them later." He laughs weakly, pushing a hand through his hair. The laugh sounds more like a sob. Miguel's heart breaks in his chest. He didn't realize how badly Ethan was hurting until this very second. He had a feeling that it was bad, but he didn't understand. It makes him angry. Angry at Robby, angry at Cobra Kai, & Kreese, & that new Sensei, Terry Silver. "I didn’t mean to hurt Icarus." Ethan whispers, his voice so small and so unlike him. It makes Miguel want to hug him. "I just seem to keep fucking up."

Ethan sighs heavily, looking away from Miguel. His shoulders tremble with a sob he forces back. Miguel flinches. "I hate myself for getting so attached to people so quickly. I fucking hate the karate war. It’s only making everything worse."

"Icarus will be fine." He responds gently, placing a hand on Ethan's shoulder. Ethan still doesn't look at Miguel. "He’s tough. Emma & Charlie already forgave you for accidentally hurting their husband, I just know it. I'm sure he did, too. And you’re hurting. It’s normal for someone to lash out like that when they’re hurting. ...Robby hurt you by joining Cobra Kai, didn't he?"

Ethan's next exhale dies somewhere in his chest, & he still refuses to make eye contact with Miguel, who doesn't look away from him. It looks like Ethan's been sucker-punched in the gut. He reaches up to fiddle absentmindedly with the earplugs in his ears. Miguel knows that that's a nervous habit. "...Yeah. I told him I was in his corner, and… and then he just spits in my face. Like that didn’t mean anything to him. Like… I don’t know. Like I... like I don’t mean anything to him." There are tears in Ethan’s eyes. He doesn’t blink them away. "…I fucking hate him."

Oh. ...Oh.

Miguel doesn't look away from Ethan, simply absorbing his words. As soon as he says he hates Robby, it seems like something clicks in his head - like a missing puzzle piece finally found its home. Ethan doesn't want to read his mind, fearing that the truth will crush him, so he doesn't. He gently bumps Ethan’s shoulder with his arm. The other boy doesn't look over at him, but he does blink rapidly, trying to make the tears go away by sheer force of will. It doesn't work. A few tears slip down Ethan's face. He makes no move to wipe them away.

"I don’t think you really mean that." Miguel murmurs, keeping his tone as soothing as he can manage. "And I don’t think Robby's fully himself, anymore. It’s something Cobra Kai does. It turns you into some dark, empty version of yourself. Look at what I did to Robby during the first All Valley. During the school fight, too." Ethan sighs softly, grimacing. He remembers both incidents vividly. Sometimes he wishes he didn't. Miguel still feels so incredibly guilty over that. "If I could take everything back, I would. I know that he & I haven’t ever seen eye to eye with each other, but… you can’t give up on him. I won't let you."

#shaking crying throwing up #drabble tag tbt. #taughtranquility #recurrere #dyn.: recurrere. / miguel diaz. #dyn.: taughtpain. #// long post #verse. / ​main.: miyagi fang. ( miyagi!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞ #verse: miyagi!ethan. ( main. )

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LET ME ASSIGN YOU A DARK AFFECTION LOVE LANGUAGE ( miyagi!ethan )

a story that ends in blood

The world has always been unkind, and when you have turned to yourself for comfort you have come face to face with an empty pit which seems to be laughing. You don’t care if it kills you but once you find someone whom you love and who loves you back, you will make sure nothing happens to them. They are yours. You will make a tear in this world and create a new place for you and your love if it comes to that. ( IT HAS. ) Because it has always been about love, and it is how it always ends.

#verse. / ​main.: miyagi fang. ( miyagi!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞ #study. #dash games.

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ONE EDIT PER EPISODE. ( miyagi!samethrobby verse )

tory nichols, robby keene, ethan wilson & sam larusso: 2x10 - no mercy.

❝ i saw what you & miguel did at the party. miguel kissed ethan, & then when that wasn't enough for him, he found you. you kissed miguel. ❞ from where he's standing next to robby, ethan inhales sharply. it sounds like a bomb going off in the hallway. ethan's broken heart has plummeted to his stomach. he doesn't look away from sam for even a second, & he looks like he's been sucker punched. somehow, it seems like he knows that tory is genuinely telling the truth, even if sam could refute it, or call tory a liar. ❝ ...what ? ❞ his voice sounds so small, so betrayed. ❝ i... i... ❞

#mia's edits tag. #verse. / ​main.: miyagi fang. ( miyagi!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞ #taughtpain #taughtmercy #taughtcruelty #ow

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ethan during the school brawl in 2x10 has me in fucking stitches

someone help him

#ooc. / mia speaks. #ignore that he's holding a weapon in the 5th one. couldn't edit that out obviously #him drawing blood ( no.lan's btw) is kinda feral & sexy of him ngl #he lost control of his genuine strength momentarily #also i just think le.o bloodied is hot. So. #verse. / ​main.: miyagi fang. ( miyagi!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞ #verse. / ​alt.: cobra kai. ( cobra!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for rage & war. the universe granted it to me. ❞ #applies to both tbh. co.bra!him is infinitely more times Scary #vessel.

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what does your muse’s contact look like in ethan's phone ? | @naturallyglamorous

miyagi!ethan:

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: ri.ch girl by gwen stef.ani

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: ethan vc: it’s good, i guess. i think she picked up on my habit of using a ❤️ passive aggressively, which is a little funny but also worrying.

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: quickly, assuming he’s not busy ( or sleeping ) !

How often our muses text: hmm, i’d imagine every day !

How often our muses call: not as often as texting, but if it’s an emergency, ethan will call.

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: if he's in the hospital & doesn't want anyone to know about it, then yes. or when he worries she's gonna kill him for doing something Stupid ( directly a result of the point above. typically. ) ethan seeing veronica’s name pop up: oh fuck, i’m in trouble, aren’t i? :(

Last text sent from my muse to yours: the wheel routine looks like a surefire way for me to crack my head open on the koi pond’s rocks. i’m tall as hell, so that’s why i’ve been a little hesitant in trying it out. hmm… 🤔

cobra!ethan:

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: he doesn’t have her saved in his phone.

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: ethan rolls his eyes. he does Not care.

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: never, lmao, unless he’s bored. leaves her on read 99.99% of the time.

How often our muses text: veronica texts, ethan rarely responds. so not often.

How often our muses call: ethan vc: rolls his eyes.

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: assuming veronica even calls, 100% of the time. he deletes any voicemails she leaves immediately.

Last text sent from my muse to yours: [after not replying for five days, & replying to her text in front of her] lol, phone died.

#naturallyglamorous #answered. #damn. he’s still Bitter abt ver.obby happening in an alt life. sorry ver.onica #cob.ra him anyway #verse. / ​main.: miyagi fang. ( miyagi!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞ #verse. / ​alt.: cobra kai. ( cobra!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for rage & war. the universe granted it to me. ❞

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cannot emphasize how much guilt ethan feels about not being able to do anything other than defending himself during the school fight, despite his overwhelmed circumstances.

he’s an eldritch being, so he feels like he could’ve stopped the fight before it had the conclusion it did. ( i’m aware that that cannot happen for the plot. if ethan had his wits about him & tried to stop the fight, first & second would have intervened, preventing him from changing anything. everything that happens remains the same, & that won’t change. )

however, the idea that he could have prevented things from escalating haunts ethan for a very long time, even after miguel gets better.

( miyagi!ethan didn’t see miguel’s fall because he was in one of the other hallways, Overwhelmed by all of the noise & the rage he could feel from the miyagi & cobra kai students, trying not to destroy the universe, but cobra!ethan saw what happened. )

#headcanon. #verse. / ​main.: miyagi fang. ( miyagi!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞ #verse. / ​alt.: cobra kai. ( cobra!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for rage & war. the universe granted it to me. ❞

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❝ back for round two, i see, ethan. you're not worried about your friends witnessing our fight? ❞ terry hums, then narrows his eyes. ❝ don't worry, i'll make it quick. for robby's sake. ❞

the unbridled rage that flashes across ethan's face at the mention of his soulmate doesn't go unnoticed. ❝ i'm not afraid of you. i just want to kill you. ❞ he responds icily.

the boy that is standing in front of the group is vastly different from the one they know. it makes their heads spin. the expression on his face is utterly terrifying. no one has ever seen it on ethan's face before. for some reason, he doesn't feel like he's the same ethan wilson they know - the one who could barely block a punch during the training exercises with sensei toguchi. he's darker.

❝ oh? is that genuine bloodlust i'm detecting right now? ❞

❝ you have no fucking idea. ❞

❝ good. let's get started. ❞

A LEVIATHAN & AN ABOMINATION.

terry silver, 5x10 ( head of the snake ) / CONFUCIUS / ethan wilson, 5x10 ( head of the snake )

#i am unwell #opponentcompel #verse. / ​main.: miyagi fang. ( miyagi!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞ #verse: miyagi!ethan. ( main. ) #dyn.: opponentcompel. #ethan's hugging a(n understandably) worried sam before the fight btw