taking place some time after his breakup with moon, (probably end of S3 era after his redemption) he starts to develop feelings for y/n, but he isn’t sure if he’s ready for another relationship after what happened with moon. this results in constant disguised flirting to avoid commitment, leaving y/n confused on if he likes her, or is just joking around.
p.s. thank you guys so much for 100 followers!! :) i decided that im gonna make a hawk imagine as a thank you since i’ve been thinking about doing it for awhile. im so scared to post this bye.
words; 2,444
includes; light swearing, angst, fluff
It had gotten to a point, that it was almost bothersome. Bothersome,the way he would talk to you, and pretend like it was nothing.
“Hey gorgeous,” he greeted you as you sat down at Hawk’s lunch table. Your friends smirked and you rolled your eyes, trying to repress a smile. He did this all too often, making comments that shouldn’t be made unless it meant something more.
“Hi.” You sat down awkwardly, never knowing how to respond to his uncomfortable remarks. Not that you exactly minded them, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a bit of a thing for Hawk. But what you didn’t like, however, was not being able to tell if his comments were serious, or just another way to amuse himself over your reactions.
“So, we were just talking about the next All Valley. You’re coming to watch, right?” Hawk asked you as he bit into his food. You were never really into actually taking these karate classes, but you were a supportive friend to the group and always came to watch them fight. “Yeah, of course.”
“I still think you should join the dojo and fight with us, Y/N.” Miguel said hopefully and you smiled at him, preparing to reject the idea again. “Yeah, plus, you’d look pretty hot in the uniform, right guys?” Hawk joked, looking to the table for agreement. You let out a sigh of disappointment at the comment, laughing it off as the rest of the group agreed.
“Yeah, not happening.” You said while grinning, shutting the idea down for the millionth time. Hawk frowned. “You’re lame.” He stuck out a finger from behind the sandwich he was holding to point a finger at you. “Oh well. Looks like you guys will have to find another way to spend more time with me.” You joked, and gave a shrug of your shoulders to your friends.
You had thought, this would have been a good opening for Hawk to say something like ‘You’re right, do you wanna go out with me this weekend?’ but of course, he didn’t say that. He didn’t say anything, really. The conversation just went on.
It made no sense to you why he acted the way he did, but never made a move. It was truly infuriating at times. Eventually the bell rang, and you all parted for the second half of your classes. You wouldn’t see Hawk again until your last period, which was both upsetting and a relief for you at the same time. He’s just so unpredictable.
There had even been times you’d called him out on his behavior, like when you all went out to Golf N’ Stuff and he practically acted like you two were a couple the whole night. He was complimenting you, putting his arm around you, and it prompted you to quite literally say, ‘If you actually like me that much why haven’t you asked me out?’ In a taunting tone towards him, wanting to see what he’d do.
For the first time in a long time, he’d seemed intimidated. He retracted his arm from you even, and after a moment’s silence regained his usual composure to spout a “You wish,” and laugh it off. It hurt your feelings a little, honestly. Was he just using you for the comfort without the obligation? Could it have easily been anyone else besides you? You were determined to find out, but you’ve just been stuck playing the long game.
It was later that day when you reached your final class that more unsurprising events from Hawk occurred. You had been sitting in the general center area of the classroom when Hawk walked in, and he shot a wink your way as he took his usual seat behind you.
“Hey,” he greeted. You turned around to face him, noticing once again how cute he looked in his red hoodie that you wish was yours, and replied nonchalantly. “Hey, how was bio?” You asked him. The teacher wasn’t here yet, so you were thankfully able to converse without being yelled at.
“It was wild,” he started, and his eyes lit up while his mouth curled into a devious smile. “We actually dissected some shit today. Just completely ripped the frog’s guts apart.” He spoke, feeling accomplished. “Totally badass.”
You mimicked the way a person would vomit, exclaiming how disgusting that story was. “And that is exactly why I am not taking biology.” You said while giggling.
He rolled his eyes playfully, but watched you intently as you laughed. He didn’t say anything at first, just smiled softly. “I love your laugh, it’s so cute.” There it is. Except this time it seemed a little more sincere than a harmless flirtation. Too bad that you know that’s all it really is, though.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him in a confused look at his compliment like you always do, and turned back to the front of the class when you realized the teacher had just arrived.
It can’t be that he’s scared to ask you out in some sort of fear of rejection, because you’ve made it pretty clear how you feel many times before. When it first started, you tried to reciprocate the things he did and said. But every time you tried, he brushed you off and made you feel like he didn’t want that. So, what, he could flirt with you, but you couldn’t flirt with him? How is that fair?
You considered these thoughts throughout class, and it was starting to frustrate you. Seriously, how is that fair?
You had become so focused on these thoughts, in fact, that you didn’t notice when the teacher had called on you. “Y/N,” Hawk shook your arm from behind you trying to get your attention back onto the class, and you whipped your head up. “Yeah, sorry.”
When class was over and you headed out of the room, Hawk was close to follow behind and pull you to the side before you got too far. “Hey are we still on for tonight?” He asked confidently, referring to your plan to watch the new WandaVision episode together at his house after school. You would’ve been nervous about this, but luckily Demetri was coming, so it shouldn’t be too awful.
“Yeah, duh,” you said while walking towards the exit with him. When you reached his car, you looked around. “Where’s Demetri?” You questioned, as Hawk started getting in the drivers’ seat. “He didn’t tell you he wasn’t coming?” He said boredly. Suddenly you felt tense, but you masked that with a look of annoyance. Figures.
“Ugh, what? No? He’s annoying. Why not?” You complained as you got in the car, no longer waiting for Demetri to show up. “Family dinner, I think?” He responded, while you buckled in your seatbelt and checked your makeup in the little mirror.
“Okay, well, his loss I guess.” You tried to hide your anxiousness about the fact you two were now going to be alone together at his house, with continued annoyance about Demetri’s cancellation.
“Yeah definitely, what loser would pass up an entire hour of sitting next to you?” He commented smugly, trying to lighten the mood. “Half-hour.” You corrected, turning your head away and ignoring the flirtatious intention of the comment.
You shook off the unexpected change of plan and suggested some music, to which Hawk agreed. You both terribly sang along to a few songs while chatting about WandaVision theories until you got to his house, and went inside.
“So what was that in class today?” As you two were walking upstairs to his room, he asked you this almost through a bit of laughter. “What do you mean?” You looked for clarification, hoping he didn’t mean what you thought he did. “You never lose focus in class.” He confirmed.
“Yeah I don’t know! Just zoned out I guess.” You tried to explain without giving him the details on the thoughts that caused your zoning out, thankful for not having to be in direct eye contact with him as you answered while walking inside his room.
Unfortunately, this answer was not good enough for Hawk. “Bullshit! What were you thinking about?” He encouraged lightheartedly, assuming this topic of conversation wouldn’t be anything deep. How wrong he was.
You sat down on his bed and he did the same, and you tried to think of what to say next. At your silence he continued, “You were probably thinking about how hot I am, huh?” You lightly smacked his arm and let out a breath of defeat.
“I don’t wanna kill the vibe by talking about this. I just wanna see Evan Peters in the next episode.” You tried changing the topic by making a joke, but he didn’t budge.
“Dude, what is it? Seriously you can talk to me.” He looked at you sincerely and moved a little closer, detecting this might be more serious than he thought. As annoyed as you were that he wouldn’t give this up, your heart melted a bit at this action.
Then, that heart started beating incredibly fast when you realized what you were now going to have to admit to him. It’s fine, you told yourself, you’ve been wanting to get this off your chest for ages, so just do it.
“Do you like me?” You blurted out.
That is not how you intended to start this conversation at all.
The smirk that was always planted on Hawk’s face immediately fell, and he suddenly looked nervous. “What?” He asked, trying to avoid answering.
Lucky for him, you had more to say.
“All you do, every time I see you, is make flirtatious comments towards me, and it’s weird. It wouldn’t be weird if you actually meant them, but you had plenty of chances to act on it and you haven’t, so at this point I’m wondering if you’re just using me as some sort of fun rebound to mess with and you don’t even like me at all, especially since whenever I tried to flirt back you brushed it off and acted like I was an idiot for doing that, so if you don’t actually like me I’d appreciate if you stopped doing what you’re doing because it’s confusing and I don’t know how to act around you anymore.”
You hesitated for a moment after your very passionate speech, and finished with, “That.. is what I was thinking about during class.”
You looked up at him anxiously and saw an expression of hurt and guilt on his face, and he gulped harshly at the realization that it was his turn to talk.
“You’re not a rebound.” He spoke softly, avoiding eye contact, almost reverting back to his Eli persona. You felt a glimpse of hope at this, but waited for him to continue, fidgeting with the ends of your shirt’s sleeves in impatience.
“And I’m sorry I made you feel like that was even a possibility.” He said louder, slowly regaining his confidence in his words. “I’ve been nervous, after Moon, about getting into another relationship.” He admitted to you, finally looking into your eyes.
Now that he wasn’t as nervous anymore to explain himself, suddenly you were. Where was this going?
“I didn’t want to commit to anything, I was..” He took a breath, as if ashamed to say it, “Scared.” He looked down, avoiding your gaze again, but continued. “I just didn’t want to screw up the same way I did before, and grow a relationship like that just for it to end so soon.”
“So you thought you’d just flirt with whoever was around to compensate your need for love?” You interrupted harshly. You felt a little bad, but you were still angry, and insecure.. and it still sounded like a rebound.
But all your thoughts of self-doubt went out the window when he took your hands in his. “No!” Hawk said, almost shouting in disbelief at you. “I like you a lot, Y/N. I just didn’t know what to do about it. I didn’t want to make things serious and get hurt again, or even worse I do something stupid and hurt you. But I guess my attempt at ‘liking you from a distance’—“ He put emphasis on those words, as though making fun of his own phrasing. “—ended up being stupid and hurt you anyways. And I’m really sorry for that.”
Hawk poured his heart out to you, and you were in shock. You don’t think you’d ever seen him so vulnerable before. You couldn’t think of anything else to say, so you did something you thought you’d never do.
You kissed him.
His short look of confusion as you leaned in quickly faded when he realized, and he happily accepted the kiss. He moved his hand to hold your face, his other one on your waist, and you lightly rested your hands on his chest. A sense of relief washed over you, finally understanding what was going through his head all this time. Before the kiss could deepen, you parted from him to say something.
“I understand,” You moved your arms up a little, wrapping them around his neck while talking, and he held your waist loosely. “But I hope you know that we don’t have to be like you and Moon. You’ve changed so much since then. And I believe in us. I want to be with you.”
You stared into his eyes intensely, hoping he would say exactly what you’ve been wanting him to say to you for months.
His puppy dog expression broke into a huge smile, and he nodded. “Yeah, I want to be with you too.” He leaned in again, much more confidently this time, and kissed you deeply.
He kept his hold on your waist tight, and your lips continued to move together as your hands grasped onto the back of his neck. He leaned forwards slightly and moved his hand to hold your jaw, but accidentally broke the kiss from a smile he couldn’t manage to suppress.
You giggled at this, giving him another quick peck on the lips before turning yourself towards the TV. “So, WandaVision?” You reminded him, laughing to yourself a bit at how things escalated.
“Oh, right,” Hawk hesitated, looking at you for another second. “Fine.” He gave up the idea of kissing you more, and searched for the remote.
“I guess we should be glad Demetri didn’t come after all.” Hawk smiled slyly as he picked up the remote, and cuddled up next to you on the bed.
You laughed, and curled up close to him as he turned on the show. “Yeah, definitely.”
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ok hi i hope this wasn’t terrible i’ve basically never written a fanfic before but if y’all liked it you can send me requests??
also random thought i got uncomfy just writing them kissing even though i read intensely nsfw fanfics on the daily so idk why that happened but anyways. LMFAOOO
bye thank u for 100 followers excuse me while i hibernate because this post is embarrassing
so i found the red american eagle hoodie that Hawk wore in S3 from a sketchy seller on etsy and it was literally being sold for 80 CENTS so obviously it’s a scam but i figured it’s only 80 cents so why not buy it and see if it’s legit because what do i have to lose?? so anyways i bought the hoodie i’ll update y’all if it ever comes or what they send me if it’s not actually the hoodie when it gets here
update for everyone: it was supposed to ship like a week ago and it still hasn’t and I’ve received no updates from the seller. I asked them last night if it’d be shipping soon. It likely will never come LMAOOO
so i found the red american eagle hoodie that Hawk wore in S3 from a sketchy seller on etsy and it was literally being sold for 80 CENTS so obviously it’s a scam but i figured it’s only 80 cents so why not buy it and see if it’s legit because what do i have to lose?? so anyways i bought the hoodie i’ll update y’all if it ever comes or what they send me if it’s not actually the hoodie when it gets here
can anyone make horizontal high quality images of hawk lol?? i need them for my widget phone layout and i cant find any ✋
preferably all different places, like not images from the same scene but several separate scenes that he has different outfits in. them being horizontal is also very important, they need to fit the medium widget size crop
if anyone knows a user that takes requests for stuff like this please lmk cuz idk how to find these
hello today i want to talk about some cobra kai ships that i will never be ok with and make me want to scratch out my eyes. i respect anyone who wants to ship these but i simply could never✋
PLS DONT COME AT ME WE MUST RESPECT ALL OPINIONS AND BE KIND I LOVE YOU ALL
1. Hawk X Sam
literally this could not make less sense, they are so not right for each other sam is very “good,” and looks down on those who aren’t, while hawk is clearly rebellious and shows many qualities that sam would not appreciate in a person. of course they are now both part of miyagifang or whatever and hawk is going to tone himself down, but i think there is way too much history there for anything to be able to happen between them. despite all that dojo feuding mess, their personalities just would not mesh together. i feel like i don’t really even need to explain, it’s just so wrong
2. Johnny X Daniel
I KNOW HOW MANY OF YALL SHIP THIS AND I JUST CANTTTT i think i just can’t fathom the possibility of it ever happening ig. Obviously Johnny and Daniel basically hate each other. I’m really glad they might grow into a bit of a friendship in the next season, but PLS. These dudes are the furthest thing from gay and Daniel is mf married I just don’t feel like it’d work unless you completely changed everything about their characters and that don’t sit right w me.
3. Demetri X Hawk
i’ve seen this ship a fair amount and i have a similar problem with it as #2, it just doesn’t seem possible. i absolutely love their friendship but both of them just do not give me secretly bi vibes whatsoever and all i see from these two are lonely dudes who bonded over the lack of women in their life they would also just be so awkward together just nooooo
and now for some cobra kai ships that are also most definitely not canon but i would be very okay with it if they happened:
1. Tory X Hawk
now i think if this were to have ever happened it should’ve been in season 3, as some sort of toxic rebound for them after their breakups and they would’ve been a hella power couple and done some serious damage together. they’d definitely be very bad for each other in terms of finding redemption so like i said i wouldn’t think of this as an endgame ship, but boyyy i would’ve loved to see them have a fling or something and be toxic together for a little while✋
2. Amanda X Carmen
obviously this would never happen in the current ck universe but these two are just the most badass, kind, and smart women and they would be SO POWERFUL!!! i get major lgbt supportive vibes from them but it’s so strong that i could genuinely see both of them just getting fed up with men and being lesbian with each other instead like the power they would hold omg it’d be legendary.
3. Aisha X Tory
i think that tory could 100% be bi canonically, and aisha’s just a whole lesbian. aisha would prob be a little not confident about her sexuality but tory would be super comfortable with it and they’d have some sort of natural relationship growth because they had a really cute friendship in s2. if aisha were to have been in the following seasons i think they would have actually been a really cute / wholesome ship and they’d bring out a lot of confidence and good in each other. they’d probably be one of those couples that’s like really happy in their cobra kai bubble but if anyone were to piss them off that person would be dead meat in 2 secs so maybe not a beneficial couple for the outside world but… ✋✋✋ i like them together ok
k that’s all i have to say for now please feel free to reply/reblog with your opinions on all these ships but everyone remember to be kind to ur fellow shippers and don’t judge people anyways i apologize for what may become a deeply controversial post
Requests:1. there’s a new girl on miyagi-do, she’s classmates with sam, hawk, miguel, tory, robby, demetri, etc… for some reason, she and hawk didn’t like each other (he can be on cobra kai or eagle fangs, that’s your choice), and one day they make a bet, which this girl wins. hawk has to be her slave for a whole week. BONUS IDEA: a stolen kiss during a fight. maybe admitting feelings for each other? i’d love that! ( @berriewrites ) 2. love the hawk smut but i’d also love some fluffy hawk about him secretly liking the reader who’s in miyagido but he tries to act all tough and hide it (anon) 3. AHHH CAN WE GET SOME HAWK FLUFF!? I love the idea where you swear that you don’t like him and you guys make eye contact from a distance when he’s standing with his friend group and you’re standing with yours and you get flustered and he can tell and he smirks and just ahh (anon)
A/N: this took so longggg this came out longer than expected (and honestly i could go on, but i wanted to get this out already) + real life has come hitting all at once and its been overwhelming lol. thanks for being patient and sticking around <3 i enjoyed writing some fluff (amidst a flurry of smut reuests loool :)
Summary: You don’t like Hawk. He’s a bad person, that much you know for sure. You’re ready to make his life miserable when he loses a bet with you, but then you actually have to spend time with him…
You didn’t like this.
Forgiveness seemed to be a virtue that evaded you. Eagle-fang and Miagi-Do were uniting and everyone seemed to be all for the union – except for you.
Some things were simply unforgivable. For you, Hawk breaking Demetri’s arm was one of them.
You and Demetri became nearly inseparable friends when you both joined Miagi-Do. He had told you all about his former friend Eli and how he’d abandoned him in the favor of bullying him in any way he could come up with; that bullying taking a turn to the extreme when Hawk took to breaking bones.
Demetri had since forgiven him, but you hadn’t.
Demetri had a softer heart than he let on, and he missed Eli terribly, so when the latter suggested they work together he gladly accepted.
But you were more objective about the situation, as you weren’t a part of it, and forgiving such cruelty was beyond you.
The one good thing about the dojos coming together was the intense dedication that grew on everyone. Now that you had a common enemy, many participants would hang around in Miyagi-Do’s dojo long after training sessions, training until you could hardly move your limbs.
The sun had ago long fallen when you and the remaining students took places around a mat, ready for the sparring session to begin.
With Daniel and Sensei Lawrence gone, you had taken to writing down names and pulling them out of a bowl to decide on sparring partners.
All the negative emotions you felt channeled in to great excitement when Miguel called your name – followed by Hawk’s.
You could have sworn you saw a look of something you couldn’t read – concern, perhaps, or fear? Before he seemed to share your excitement as he stepped on to the mat with a grin that was almost predatory.
Two could play at that game.
“You’re as good as dead,” you said, your voice dripping venom. Hawk’s smirk just grew.
“Is that so, princess? I’d like to see you score as much as a point.”
A light bulb lit in your mind.
“Yeah?” you taunted. “What if I get three?”
Hawk laughed. “You got a lot of confidence, don’t you? I’ll tell you what. If you can score three points on me and win, I’ll…” He bit his lip as he thought. “I’ll let you boss me around for a week. Whatever you want.”
The blood rushed through your veins, ready more than ever to fight. You were grateful for the lack of your sensei, knowing this nonsense wouldn’t stand if he were here.
“Deal.”
“Are you guys done?” Miguel huffed, standing between you two, ready to referee. “Good. Bow.”
You bowed without intent and got straight to attacking. Hawk didn’t expect it; he came from the dojo that prides itself on strike first and yours cared mainly about defense. You earned your first point within seconds.
That only served to throw Hawk off his game further. He dived in right away for the attack and was caught unprepared when you fell, sweeping his leg.
You earned your second point.
By that point, Hawk might as well have been fuming out the ears. His brows furrowed in anger as he looked at you like you were the most vile thing he had ever seen; that satisfied something within you.
The flurry of hits and misses was so rapid you were caught unprepared when you managed to land a punch on Hawk, Miguel’s voice rising as he named you victor.
Hawk huffed, clearly exerted. You smiled. “You’re mine.”
You were fully intending to use this bet to its full potential.
The next day was Saturday, and Hawk, true to his word, showed up at your doorstep at 9 p.m sharp, just as you had ordered.
You paid him no kindness when you opened the door, not exchanging a word with him before demanding: “Helmet?”
Hawk handed you a helmet, not looking particularly pleased about the situation but not being able to stop himself from taking in an eyeful of you anyway.
You needed a ride to tonight’s party – that’s where Hawk came in, beginning his work for you as a personal valet. Accordingly for the event, you were dressed meticulously, showing off your best features – and if you were to judge by Hawks reaction, you were on your way to turn heads.
You climbed on the motorcycle after him, circling your arms around him loosely; but when he kicked off and started the ride, you couldn’t help but tighten your hold.
The party was overcrowded with people from the moment you got there; Yasmine’s parties tended to get a bit… excessive.
You ditched Hawk the moment you got sight of your friends, ditching the helmet on his bike to run over to Sam, Moon and Yasmine.
Yasmine didn’t hide the dirty look she sent at Hawk. “Ew. Who’s the freak?”
You grinned proudly. “My valet. Ignore him. Actually…”
You looked over to the drinks table; someone had tapped a keg and it was being swarmed with people.
“Hey, Hawk!”
Hawk turned to you, the slightest furrow in his brow as he had already joined his own friends. You pointed at the drinks table. “Vodka soda!” you ordered.
He rolled his eyes, but did it anyway. Your friends watched wide-eyed as he obeyed you wordlessly, bringing over the drink. “Anything else, princess?”
“Yes,” you gave him a judging once-over. “Don’t drink tonight. I want to get home in one piece.”
He bit his cheeks and glared at you before growling “Fine” and returning to his friends.
At some point you didn’t even want a drink any more, it was just fun ordering Hawk to go fetch you another one; and so, you found yourself unintentionally drunk, laughing mindlessly at anything said and swaying on your feet.
You didn’t even know how late it had gotten when Hawk came in the living room looking for you, ready to go home as most the others already had.
You had earlier made him promise to take you home as well, and – something you were quickly learning was, Hawk was definitely a man of his word. He spotted you half-sprawled on the couch, laughing with Yasmine at something you didn’t fully register. Your cup was askew in your hand, contents about to spill over when Hawk grabbed it out of your hand, placing it on a table nearby.
“Come on, Y/n. It’s time to go.”
“Not yet!” you grinned gleefully, taking hold of his wrist and shaking it dumbly as you spoke. “Later! We’re having fun!”
Hawk placed his free hand on yours that held him. “It’s four AM, Y/n, time to call it a night.”
You didn’t reply, instead resorting to pouting like a child.
His eyes softened (the puppy eyes never failed to work) – but his jaw clenched. “If you don’t come now I’m leaving you here.”
“Fine!” you hurriedly rose to your feet, using Hawk for balance. “Bye,” you pouted at Yasmine childishly as Hawk pulled you away from her and out of the house.
The sudden quiet of the outside was nearly overwhelming, Hawk’s voice sounding too loud for you. “How am I supposed to get you home when you’re this drunk?”
“I’m not drunk,” you answered instinctively, knowing that you very well were.
“If you can make it to the bike in a straight line, I’ll believe you.” You look at his bike, ten feet ahead. You decide to keep holding on to him. “That’s what I thought. Listen. You gotta stay awake, okay? I can’t have you falling off in the middle of the road, or making me sway, because then we’re both dead. Got it?”
“Dead. Got it.”
Hawk didn’t look convinced, but placed a helmet on you and buckled it anyway.
It was about ten minutes in to the ride when Hawk pulled over. He turned to you, his voice as serious as he could make it; you simply smiled, somewhat dazed. “This isn’t going to work.”
“Hm?”
“Y/n!” Hawk called, trying to wake you up a little. “Don’t fall asleep!”
“Yes, sensei.” you slurred. Had you been any more awake, you might have noticed the way Hawk’s eyes widened at that.
Hawk had to refocus himself to go on. “I’m serious. Look… My house is closer than yours. You can sleep it off at mine, and I’ll take you wherever tomorrow. Okay?”
“Okay,” you shrugged, your mind not caring about much other than regaining the warmth of Hawk’s body pressed against yours.
Minutes later you pulled up at an unfamiliar house. Hawk unbuckled your helmet and set it aside, helping you off the bike and guiding you inside, motioning Shhh as he led you through the corridor of his darkened house until you reached his room.
The most natural thing for you to do the moment you saw a bed was to collapse on it. In the seconds Hawk turned his back on you to find you Pj’s to wear, you had fallen asleep.
Looking at you on his bed, Hawk exhaled heavily. He was very aware of your hatred of him; what he couldn’t understand was, if everyone else forgave him, why not you?
It certainly didn’t help that you looked the way you do, that you were talented, and that everyone loved you.
So Hawk undid your shoes and pulled them off, laying a blanket on you before leaving you to sleep.
You woke up groggy, somewhat hungover and in a strangers room; an interesting start to the day.
You didn’t really want to leave the comfort of your lonesome in the room but it was clear you would have to face the music at some point, so you womaned up and left the room.
Following the smell of food cooking, you walk down a hallway to find a red-haired man in the kitchen, his tattooed back to you, muscles flexing as he flipped a pancake.
With his hair down, it took you a moment to register who you’re seeing; who’s bed you spent the night in.
Hawk.
Your first instinct was to groan, to cower in to yourself in regret; but then you remember how tenderly he treated you the night prior, making sure you got safely to a bed, letting you have hisbed.
You swallowed your pride and stepped in to the kitchen. “Morning.”
Hawk’s shoulders jumped in fright as you startled him; you couldn’t help but giggle. He quickly rightened himself, straightening his back and flexing his abs as he turned to you.
He was good looking and he knew it. You hated him.
However, you felt your power returning to you as he couldn’t help but look you up and down, your disheveled clothes revealing a bit more than they had the night before. Hawk inhaled sharply, reminding himself of who he was, how he was supposed to act: unfazed.
“Bout time you got up.”
You frowned, looking at the kitchen clock. “What do you mean about time? It isn’t even noon yet.”
“Yeah, well,” Hawk flipped a pancake on to a nearby plate. “You wanted me to take you to the mall today, right? I have practice later, so it’s gotta be now.” The Eagle-fangs were holding weekend practices of their own, something you weren’t a fan of.
“Jeez, fine,” you sneered, allowing yourself to sit at the kitchen table. Amidst the chaos that was waking up in Hawks bed, you had totally forgot you previously asked him to take you out today. Yasmine’s parents were making her take tutoring lessons, Moon was doing some spiritual healing thing and Sam was with Miguel, so you were left all alone – but you certainly didn’t intend on spending Sunday at home, doing nothing.
Hawk finally shut off the burner and joined you at the table with a stack of pancakes and two plates in tow. “Eat away your hangover. I’m not gonna hold your hair up if you hurl.”
Breakfast with Hawk ended up being a surprisingly civil affair; so was shopping. There was something exciting about dragging him along after you, shop after shop, having him carry your bags and modeling clothes for him. And honestly, you were loving the effect you had on him. You knew he was trying to hide it, but you could see the way he grew antsy when you tried on bikinis. You loved teasing him, knowing he couldn’t have you.
What also didn’t hurt was the way you two turned heads walking down streets together. You were undeniably gorgeous, and he… While at first you thought it was the bright red mohawk that grabbed peoples eyes, after a close inspection you couldn’t deny he had fair features, too. You had to look away whenever he tensed his jaw, accentuating his jawline, or if God forbid he smiled, you had to deny the way his smile made your stomach knot up.
As though to top off the experience of him, by the time you finished shopping, Hawk would have been late if he was to take you home, so you suggested he take you to practice with him and just take you home once he was finished. And oh my… You did not need to see him fighting. Having a whole hour to see his biceps flexing as the threw punches was doing you no favors; when you were both practicing you were too busy with yourself to notice him, but right then you had a whole hour to do nothing but stare.
At the end of the practice you rose when Hawk approached you, ready to go. When his sensei understood you were waiting there for him, he asked Hawk, “Yours?”
Hawk didn’t answer; he merely smirked that Hawk smirk of his. His sensei nodded proudly. “Nice.” Creep.
You had a couple more days to squeeze the most you could out of your bet, and by all means were you planning on using them.
Hawk was taking you to school and home every day on the back of his bike – to Miyagi-do, too. It became a regular thing to see you two together, and if anyone was expecting you, they expected Hawk, too.
Just as the previous mornings, you and Hawk walked in to school together. Seeing your friends, you bid him goodbye and went to join them, your eyes lingering on him a bit too long as he said hello to Miguel.
Yasmine’s jaw dropped as she looked at you, her expression scandalized. “What?” you asked.
“You’re totally in to the freak!”
“What? No,” you denied – but even as the words left your mouth, you could hear your lack of conviction. “No.”
You looked back to where Hawk and Miguel stood; this time, he caught your eye. Then, with total audacity, he winked at you.
You felt heat rush through your body.
The smirk that grew on him suggested he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
You hated it.
Deciding to put an end to this madness, you wordlessly leave your friends and march up to Hawk, a new rage running though you.
He stopped talking with Miguel when you reached him; Miguel visibly tensed at what he felt was a dangerous situation for him to be in.
“Sidebar,” you ordered. Hawk smirked.
“After you, princess.”
You hoped no one would notice when you lured him in to an empty classroom, but in all honesty, it was you and Hawk. There were always eyes on you two.
You turned to him once you were engulfed in the silence of the room. “Listen. I don’t know what you’re playing at, but cut it out. I own you, got it? Don’t go winking at me in the hallway like I’m your girlfriend or something.”
You expected to see him cower, blush, show any sign of intimidation – but there was no such emotion. The smirk he wore only grew in confidence. “You sure about that?” he asked cheekily. “Because it seems to me like you’ll find any excuse to be around me.”
You couldn’t believe the audacity of this boy. You were stunted for words; he went on. “Be honest with yourself. Once the week is up, you’ll still find reasons to talk to me.”
You bit your cheeks; you hated how he was right, how he read you so easily. “And look, I’m done playing this game too.”
Your stomach dropped. Was he about to reject you, without you even confessing? “I’m not playing with you,” you tried to say intimidatingly, but your voice came out too small for comfort.
“Me neither. So…” Hawk looked down at you; you could have drowned in his ocean eyes. You averted your gaze to the side, crossing your arms.
“Fine. We can call it off early.”
Hawk chuckled. You wanted to punch him. “You still don’t get it, do you?”
You returned your eyes to Hawk, ready to chew him out when he placed his hands on your cheeks, pulling you to him for a kiss.
You could feel yourself melting in to the kiss, feeling a rush of adrenaline run through you as you finally got to experience what you didn’t want to admit to yourself that you craved so deeply.
When he finally pulled away, he kept his hands on you, your noses nearly touching. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Hawk admitted.
You half-smiled. “It’s only been a week.”
Hawk had burst in laughter, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “You still don’t get it.” Before you could protest his words, his lips met your once more.
Maybe you could find it in you to forgive him, after all.
okay so everyone’s discussing a change in Hawk’s hair colour but… if you follow Jabob on insta you’ll notice his hair is much shorter than it was in previous seasons when he had a mohawk…
