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xgryffinwhore · 2 months ago

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if you’re still doing johnny, could you do a smut where your basically ali. you broke up with him, and he is kind of like a obsessed ex? not sure where im going with this, but i hope you can do it way better than me lol

The spill

Summary: Johnny wants his ex back, seeing her at the movie theatre giving Tommy an idea.

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Word count: 6.8k

Johnny Lawrence had it all—captain of the Cobra Kai, All Valley cham, best of all, her by his side. She was different from the other girls, smart and always challenging him. With her, he felt like he could be himself—no Kreese, no pressure, just Johnny and her against the world. But things changed. She’d had enough of his temper, of the way he was always trying to be in control. It came to a head at the beach party, right there in front of everyone. She broke up with him, saying he was too possessive, too jealous, that she couldn’t take it anymore.

Since that night, Johnny hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that she was meant to be his. He’d go through his day, but his mind would drift to her—wondering what she was doing, if she ever missed him, if she’d realize that they belonged together. And then, every time he saw her with Daniel, the jealousy burned so hot it felt like it would consume him. Sometimes he’d end up driving by her house or showing up at the spots they used to hang out, just to feel like he was close to her. His friends started noticing, and even Kreese gave him a hard time, but Johnny didn’t care. She was worth it.

Tonight, Johnny’s parked outside the movie theater he knew she liked to go to, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, maybe remind her of what they used to have. He tells himself he just wants to talk, but the truth is he’s desperate for any reason to stay connected to her, no matter how messed up it looks.

Johnny’s leaning against his bike with the Cobra Kai's, eyes fixed on the theater doors, his mind replaying memories of her in his car, of their late-night talks, and the way she used to look at him before everything got so screwed up. He’s still holding onto hope, convinced she’ll come around if she just remembers the good times. His fist clenched as he thinks about LaRusso, about the way she’s letting that punk take his place.

"You don’t even know her, LaRusso," Johnny mutters under his breath, eyes narrowed. "You’re just… borrowing her."

"What was that, Johnny?" Bobby asks.

"Nothing," Johnny says, rolling his eyes. "Just… forget it."

Bobby shakes his head, Johnny was always pulling antics to try to get her attention, as if she forgot he existed. There were giggles coming from around the corner, sure enough her and her posse rounded the movie theater heading straight for the door.

As soon as Johnny saw her, his heart started beating faster. She was so close he could almost touch her. Her laughter floated through the night, as natural as breathing. Johnny felt a pang in his stomach, like he always did around her.

She noticed him and his crew, trying not to look over for more than half a second. He looked good, he always did, but he was too damn much. Beating up Daniel once a week really gave her a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Look who it is," her friend Susan whispered as she gestured toward Johnny. She huffs "I know."

Johnny caught the glimpse she made in his direction, holding out hope that she still cared. But when she didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, Johnny knew he needed to make a move. "Hey, wait up!" he called out. She pretended not to hear, but Johnny knew better than that.

"We've been over this. I don't want to talk" annoyance laced her tone.

Johnny knew he was losing ground, but he couldn’t let her slip through his fingers again. "Just listen for a second, okay?"

She whipped around at an almost violent rate, "What!" she snapped. Johnny's friends chuckled at her fiery attitude.

Johnny raised his hands defensively. "Just five minutes. That’s all I’m asking for," he said, hoping his sincerity would get through to her.

Her eyes softened for a second, when she looked at him all she could see was the secretly sweet guy he used to be. But the menace he was on the surface loomed over her, she snapped out of her thoughts. "Yeah, I'll pass" she turns back around, her and her friends whispering and looking back at him as they head into the theater.

Johnny’s heart dropped as she walked away. He knew he’d been pushing his luck, but the thought of losing her for good was too much to bear. He stared at the door where she’d disappeared, feeling more determined than ever to win her back.

"What are you doing man?" Dutch shouted, his hands on his hips. "I thought they broke up," Jimmy sighed, rolling his eyes.

Johnny turned to face his friends, irritation clear on his face. "Stay out of it, Dutch," he snapped. "It's none of your damn business."

"It is my business when you drag us places acting like you want to hang out, when you really just want to run into her" Dutch countered.

Johnny bristled at Dutch’s words. "I can do whatever the hell I want, Dutch," he said through gritted teeth. "And if I wanna see her, I'm gonna see her. You got a problem with that?"

"Doesn't really look like she wants to see you," Dutch said while getting on his bike. "I'm out of here, it's been weeks man, This isn't like you, to be so weak over some girl." With that, Dutch started his bike and drove off. On one hand, Dutch was right, it really wasnt like Johnny at all-- but they dated for two fucking years, so it was different.

Johnny watched as Dutch zoomed away, his words stinging. He knew his friends were fed up with his obsession, but he couldn’t shake the need to be near her. He glanced at the theater door, then back to his bike, unsure of what to do next.

Bobby came up and patted Johnny on the shoulder, "Listen man, Dutch is just being an ass." Bobby pointed toward the theater "We'll go in with you, maybe there are seats behind her and her friends still open." Tommy and Jimmy nodded, parking their bikes and heading toward the theater.

Johnny let out a sigh, grateful for his friends' support despite their frustration. "Alright," he said, a small spark of hope reigniting. "Let's go see if we can ‘accidentally’ sit near her."

They all smirk, they knew Johnny's tricks all too well. As they bought tickets and came in, her and her friends were in the middle of the theater, the back was pretty open. She noticed him walk in and sighed, she couldn't believe he came in.

Johnny and his friends took their seats a few rows behind her and her friends. As the movie started, he couldn’t help but glance in her direction from time to time. Each glimpse of her sent a rush of longing through him.

Jimmy nudged Johnny, "So what's your big plan?" he whispered.

Johnny kept his eyes locked on the screen, trying to sound casual. "I dunno," he said, "Just see if I can get her attention, maybe." He took a breath, feeling more confident in his plan than he had a moment before. "And if she doesn’t... Well, I’ll just have to be more creative." The wheels were already spinning in his mind.

She shot him a look, trying to act like she was just stretching. She was curious as to why he and his friends followed them in; she knew he wanted to talk, but this was a romance movie- and Johnny couldn't stand those. "Man she totally just looked!" Tommy commemorated.

Johnny’s heart raced as he heard the others’ excited whispers. "Yeah, she looked at us," he said, trying to play it cool. "But that doesn’t mean anything. We need to be smart about this... " He glanced over again, studying her with a mix of longing and determination. "We've still got time. Let's see if we can draw her out of the theater."

"I think I have an idea" Tommy whispers, standing up with his drink and a malice smirk. "I'll get her away from her friends."

Tommy grinned, sauntering down the aisle. When he got just a few feet away from her, he exaggerated a stumble, spilling his drink all over the back of her hair. "Woah," he said in a mock slurred tone, making a big show of his accidental clumsiness. "Damn, I am so sorry."

She shot up, only seeing red "Tommy, seriously?" she shouted, the soda dripping from the ends of her hair. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she spat as Tommy feigned apologies. She stormed out to the bathrooms, her friends shooting glares at the rest of the group.

Johnny watched with a mix of worry and anticipation as she ran to the bathroom. "Great move, Tommy," he said sarcastically, "Real smooth." He turned to the guys, trying to think of a way to salvage the situation.

"Now's your chance, idiot" Jimmy exclaimed "She's alone in the bathroom.." he trailed off, trying to make Johnny connect the pieces.

Johnny's mind raced as he realized the opportunity in front of him. "Right," he said, rising quickly from his seat. "I'll go talk to her, see if I can smooth things over." He shot the guys with a determined glance before making his way toward the bathroom.

She washed her hair in the sink, the sticky soda washing away down the drain. She wasn't sure if Tommy was a clumsy fool, or if he tried to embarrass her in front of everyone. She tried off her hair with the paper towels available before exiting.

Johnny hovered outside the bathroom, waiting for her. When she finally came out, he stepped forward, a sheepish smile on his face. "Hey" he said tentatively. "I just wanted to check on you, see if you're alright?"

"I'm fine." She brushed him off, just as she did not earlier, and walked past him back toward the theater.

He stepped in her path, preventing her from moving further. "Hey, hold up for a second," he said, his tone demanding. "I know you're pissed, and you have every right to be, but you can't just ignore me like this."

She looked at him like he had three heads "Johnny, I broke up with you, what don't you get?"

Johnny's eyes darkened. "Yeah, and you just expect me to move on? It doesn't work like that. We were together for two years. You can't just dump me and move on like I never mattered."

"The whole point of breaking up is not being together and moving on" She huffed. Johnny never took no for an answer.

Johnny clenched his jaw, frustration radiating off of him. "So that's it?" he shot back, "You just woke up one day and decided I was disposable? Like our whole relationship meant nothing?"

"We both know that's not what happened" she shoved him out of frustration. "I waited for you to calm down for two years, but you couldn't help yourself" she shakes her head "you let your temper ruin everything good in your life!"

Johnny's face hardened, hurt and anger swirling within him. "My temper? That's rich coming from you. You never understood me, you wanted to change me into some perfect boyfriend who never got mad." He stepped closer, his voice low and intense. "That's not who I am. I'm not gonna be the guy who just smiles and pretends everything is fine all the time."

"You let every little thing set you off, while I try to tear you off of someone before you damn near kill them” she twitches.

Johnny's jaw clenched as her words hit home. "And whose fault is that?" he retorted, his voice rising. "You knew I was like this when we got together. You just wanted to be the hero who could tame the bad boy, make him into your perfect boyfriend. Well, newsflash- I'm not some charity case for you to fix."

"You're such a jerk" she curses "I saw the best in you, who you were outside of karate, outside of who you pretend to be in front of your friends. I'm not going to stick around and watch you make yourself look like an ass day after day." She saw this conversation was just turning into one of their classic fights. "Just leave me alone, Johnny."

Johnny's eyes flickered with a mix of regret and anger. He knew deep down that she'd seen the best in him, a part he tried to hide beneath his tough exterior. She was right, he'd lost himself in the cycle of aggression and bravado. He took a deep breath, trying to quell the storm within him. "Fine," he said, his voice low and strained. "But don't expect me to just walk away and forget about everything we had. You meant the world to me."

She felt tears well up in her eyes, she hated how hard it was to stay away from him. She opened her mouth as if to respond, but instead pushed back him to the door outside. She had to go home, take a long shower, and mull over what she was feeling.

Jimmy, Bobby, and Tommy came out a few seconds later "Man, you've been out here for a while" Jimmy said "What happened?"

Johnny turned to his friends, his eyes conveying a mix of disappointment and frustration. He shrugged, playing it cool. "She's just being stubborn," he said dismissively, trying to hide the pain that still tugged at his heart. "Nothing new. Just forget it, let's go."

"She'll come around man" Bobby said opening the door "that girl is crazy about you, she wouldn't let you get her all worked up if she wasn't."

Johnny managed a small smile at his friends' words. Maybe they were right, maybe she did still care. But he knew he couldn't just sit around and hope things would magically fix themselves. He had to take action, show her that he could change, that their relationship was worth fighting for. "Thanks, guys," he said, determination glinting in his eyes. "I'll figure it out."

She laid in her bed that night, restlessly thinking about seeing Johnny. Every time she saw him, his image lingered in her mind, he was real easy on the eyes, which is why she forgave him for two years. As she tossed and turned, the memories of her time with Johnny flooded her mind. She couldn't deny the chemistry, the spark that drew her to him despite his flaws. She remembered the moments they shared, the laughter, the stolen glances. His easy charm and confidence always seemed to win her over, making it hard for her to stay mad.

Johnny couldn't sleep either. He replayed their conversation in his mind, the hurt in her voice still lingering in his ears. Deep down, he knew he had messed up, let his anger get the best of him too many times. But the thought of losing her for good was unbearable. He couldn't shake the memories of their time together, the way she made him feel like he could be better. And he desperately wanted a second chance to prove it.

Johnny glanced at the clock, its numbers casting a faint glow in the darkness. It was late, but he couldn't wait any longer. He knew what he had to do. He rolled out of his bed, got dressed, and quietly slipped outside into the night. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal light over the quiet neighborhood.

Johnny walked down the empty streets, his footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. He made his way to her house, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He climbed the familiar tree that led to her bedroom window, just like he had done so many times before.

She laid there sleeping, the rise and fall of her chest as her lips part deep in dreams. Her window was slightly open, letting the cool night air in. Her room looked the same as it always did, band posters everywhere, and the picture of them from last year facing her bed on her night stand.

Johnny's eyes lingered on the photo on her nightstand, a snapshot of happier times. He carefully opened the window and climbed inside, trying not to make a sound. Once inside, he just stood there for a moment, taking in the familiar sight of her room. He knew he shouldn't be there, but he couldn't bring himself to turn back. He looked at her, sleeping peacefully, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing.

He moved closer to her, almost tempted to reach out and touch her. But instead, he just stood there, watching her sleep. He knew she would be mad if she woke up and found him there, but he couldn't leave things the way they were anymore. He took a deep breath and spoke softly, "Babe..."

She stirred, still in sleep, but somehow she registered his voice. "..Johnny.." she said.

Johnny's heart skipped a beat as she spoke his name in her sleep. It was as if she was reaching out to him, even in her unconscious state. He couldn't resist the pull any longer. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Hey," he whispered again, his voice filled with tenderness. "Wake up."

Her nose twitched, as her eyes fluttered awake slowly. She rubbed her eyes, trying to adjust to the dark. "J-Johnny?" she said shocked, almost yelling

Johnny quickly covered her mouth. "Shh," he whispered. "I know I shouldn't be here, but I had to talk to you." He looked into her eyes, hoping she could see how sincere he was. "Please, just hear me out."

She breathed heavily, her eyes darting down at his hand. She slowly began nodding.

Johnny held his hand over her mouth for a moment longer before letting go, his voice low and urgent. "Please. I need to talk to you." He took a step back, giving her space. "I know you're mad, and you have every right to be, but I couldn't go another night without telling you how I feel." He gazed into her eyes, pleading for her to hear him out. "I still love you. I know I messed up, and I'm sorry. But I'm asking you to give me another chance."

"You broke into my house to do this?" she questioned, not fully awake yet.

Johnny took a deep breath, knowing he was pushing his luck. "I know it was a crazy move, but I didn't know what else to do. You won't see me, you won't take my calls. I just... I had to talk to you, to make you understand." He reached out, gently taking her hands in his. "I'm not giving up on us. I won't let you go that easily."

She scoffed, putting her head in her hands. "Yeah well you should have thought about that while we were together."

Johnny sighed, his determination unyielding. "I know I made mistakes. I was hot-headed and let my temper get the better of me. But I'm more than just my mistakes. I know I can be better. I miss you like crazy, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove it to you." He looked at her, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Just give me a second chance. That's all I'm asking."

She is at a loss for words, she wants to take him back, she really does. But she knew he would always be a short tempered, violent mess, was that something she could live with? She knew he could make small changes, but there will always be a fire that burns bright in Johnny for fighting. "I.." she starts, taking a moment to collect her thoughts, "I still love you Johnny, more than I should."

Johnny felt a surge of hope as she spoke those words. His heart raced, his eyes never leaving hers. He took her hands, squeezing them gently. "I love you too. More than anything. I know I'm not perfect, but I promise I'll keep working on myself. I don't want to lose you again." He took a step closer, his voice softer. "Just... Please, give me another shot. Let me prove to you that I can be the guy you deserve."

"Okay, Johnny" she nods, his big, veiny hands making her own look so feeble and small.

Johnny's face lit up, his eyes filled with gratitude. He pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in her shoulder. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You won't regret this. I'm gonna make it up to you, I swear." He held her close, feeling her heartbeat against his chest, a reminder of the love they shared. "From now on, I'll be the best damn boyfriend you ever had."

"Yeah, yeah" she giggles, a weight being lifted off her shoulders by his touch. She laid down, dragging him down with her and nuzzled into his chest.

Johnny wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "I missed this so much," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I've been such an idiot. But I'm gonna make it right, I promise." He kissed the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

She looked up at Johnny, his cocky smirk spreading across his face at her gaze. "What's the first thing you're gonna do, to make it right?" she teases.

Johnny chuckled, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Oh, I have a few ideas." He tilted her chin up, his lips brushing against hers lightly. "But first," he whispered, his voice low and seductive, "I think I owe you a proper kiss." Before she could respond, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, pouring all his affection and desire into the moment. It was a promise, a declaration of his love and determination to make things right between them.

As they lock lips, a warmth builds deep within her, one only he can produce. She never truly realized how affected she was by him, he molded into every crevice of hers perfectly, like he was meant to be hers.

Johnny's heart swelled as their kiss deepened. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, never wanting to let go. He knew he had to cherish her, protect her from his anger and hot-headedness, and he was determined to do so. In that moment, all he wanted was to hold her, to make her feel loved and safe. He broke the kiss, looking into her eyes with a mix of tenderness and devotion. "I love you," he whispered, "And I'm gonna spend every day showing you just how much."

"I love you, Johnny" she said, coming to smother him with another kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gasping into his mouth while they reclaimed each other with a tongue numbing kiss.

Johnny responded eagerly, his hands roaming her body as their kiss deepened. He couldn't get enough of her, as if he was trying to make up for lost time. His hands traced her curves, pulling her closer, as he poured all his emotions into the kiss. He had missed this, the undeniable connection they shared, and he never wanted it to end. As they finally pulled apart, panting, Johnny rested his forehead against hers, a mix of longing and contentment in his eyes. "I don't ever want to let you go again," he whispered.

"So don't be stupid again" she banters back, her lips wet from the contact. She stroked his back, his pheromones and sweat mixing to make such a stirring aroma.

Johnny couldn't resist her playful banter, his lips curving into a crooked grin. "I'll do my best, but you know me," he teased, his voice filled with mischief. He pulled her even closer, savoring the way their bodies fit together perfectly. "You have no idea the effect you have on me," he said, his voice laced with desire, as his lips found the soft skin of her neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses. "I can't get enough of you."

"You never can" she purred, the blood rushing to her head from the high his lips gave her. She moved her hands to his hair, gripping onto his bleach blonde locks as he kissed her tenderly.

Johnny's heart raced as her fingers tangled in his hair, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He trailed kisses down her neck, each one more intense than the last. "You're right," he whispered against her skin, his voice low and husky. "I can't resist you." He nibbled at her earlobe, his breath hot against her ear. "You're my weakness."

She pulled him in tighter, she swore if he moved even a little bit away from her he'd disappear. "Hey I thought Kreese said you shouldn't have any weaknesses" she teased "It's not good for your karate."

Johnny laughed softly against her skin, his arms wrapping around her securely. "Screw Kreese," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "You're the best weakness a guy could have. I'd choose you over any trophy or title." He captured her lips in a hungry kiss, his hands roaming her body, as if to prove the depth of his devotion. "You've got me hooked, babe. There's no turning back now."

She giggled into his kiss, loved the rare moments when he was so needy and clingy to her, like his love was too much to bear. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, exploring him like she always used to.

Johnny reciprocated eagerly, his tongue meeting hers in a passionate dance. He poured all his desire and longing into the kiss, wanting to show her how much he missed her. His hands roamed her body, caressing every curve and dip, as if to memorize every detail. In this moment, nothing else mattered to him but her, and the way their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. "I want you," he murmured between kisses, his voice heavy with need. "I need you."

She let out a whimper at his pleas, he was never one to beg. He usually made her do that, it felt arousing to feel him under her spell. "Oh yeah?" she managed to gasp out a tease.

Johnny growled softly at her teasing, his desire only growing stronger. "Oh, you know it," he said, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "But I know you like it when I'm in charge." He nibbled at her lower lip, his smoldering gaze never leaving hers. "Are you gonna make me beg for it, babe? Because I will."

"I think I like the sound of that" she bit her lip, oh how the roles have reversed.

Johnny smirked at her reaction, his eyes glinting with amusement and desire. "Begging it is then," he said, his voice low and husky. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressed against each other. "Please," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I can't take another night without you. I need you, all of you. Show me how much you miss me too." He trailed kisses down her neck, his hands exploring the contours of her body as he whispered sweet nothings into her skin. "Please, babe. I'm desperate for you."

She smirks at his words, "Mm" she hums, goosebumps rising all over her.

Johnny continued to trail kisses down her neck, his lips grazing her collarbone. He moved even lower, nuzzling against her chest. "Please," he murmured, his voice filled with longing. "I'll do anything. Just say the word and I'm yours." He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. "I can't live without you, baby. You're my oxygen." He gently took one of her hands, placing it on his chest, right above his heart. "Feel how fast it beats for you."

She felt the organ inside him beat like it was the last thing on earth. "I think I'd feel better if your shirt was off.." she teases.

Johnny's eyes darkened at her suggestion, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Is that so, babe?" he replied, his voice low and seductive. He leaned back, stripping off his shirt in one swift motion, revealing his toned, sculpted chest. He flexed his muscles playfully. "Better now?" he asked, a cocky smirk on his lips.

She was hypnotized by his biceps, I mean, how couldn't she be. He was a Greek god in the making and he was totally and utterly desperate for her, she felt so lucky. "A lot, thanks" she responded, her throat beginning to feel dry.

Johnny chuckled, his ego boosted by her obvious admiration. "Like what you see, huh?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He took her hand, guiding it to his chiseled chest. "You can touch, you know," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I'm all yours." His free hand snaked around her waist, pulling her even closer, his lips grazing her ear. "And I plan to show you just how much I need you tonight."

She reaches out and trails down his shoulders, his arms, down his chest and abdomen. She found it hard not to moan at just him under her hands, he was so fit. His warm tan skin felt smooth under her fingers, "I bet you are.." she meant to tease, but it came out as more of a plea.

Johnny's breath hitched at her touch, his body burning with desire. He couldn't resist the way her hands explored him, the way they sent electric jolts of pleasure through him. "Oh, I am," he said, his voice husky with passion. "And I plan to make you feel just how much." He leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, his hands roaming her back, tracing every contour of her body. "You drive me insane, babe," he whispered against her lips. "I want to devour you."

She couldn't hold back the guttural groan at his suggestive words. "I missed how dirty you talk to me" she sighs, closing the gap between their lips.

Johnny smirked against her lips, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "You have no idea how much I've missed this," he murmured, his voice filled with longing. "And I'm not gonna hold back anymore." He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a heated dance. He pushed her down onto the bed, his body covering hers as he kissed a trail down her neck. "I'm gonna remind you just how wild I can get," he said, his voice a low growl.

Images flash in her mind of their past times, the steamy back seats, the sneaking off at the beach, him covering her mouth when her parents were in the other room. Johnny really did get wild. She squirmed as his lips moved down her.

Johnny could feel her squirm beneath him, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. He reveled in the way she responded to his touch, the way her body arched against his. He made his way lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, his hands tugging at the hem of her shirt. "You like that, huh?" he teased, his voice laced with desire. "Well, you haven't seen anything yet."

"Take it off" she begs him, her brain firing off rapidly at the sight of him doing what he does best-- driving her crazy.

Johnny eagerly complied, lifting her shirt over her hips and discarding it on the floor. He leaned back, taking in the sight of her. "Damn, you're so beautiful," he exhaled, his voice laced with desire. He ran a finger over the curve of her breast, savoring the way she arched into his touch. "How did I ever let you slip away?" he murmured, his lips finding her collarbone.

She moans as her body responds to him, it was nothing new-- how little he had to do to make her lose control of herself. "You're driving me insane."

Johnny chuckled against her skin, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "Good," he said, his voice thick with desire. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear." He continued his trail of kisses down her body, teasing her with the lightest of touches. He reached the waistband of her pants, tugging at them gently. "You want more, babe?" he asked, looking up at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She nodded feverishly, "Yes Johnny. Please. I need more." She writhes under the teasing touch of his hands.

Johnny relished in her response, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her pants, slowly slipping them down over her hips. "You're so impatient," he teased, his voice low and husky. "But I'm gonna take my time with you, babe. I want to savor every moment." He traced his finger down the length of her inner thigh, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her squirm with anticipation.

He was pressing every single one of her buttons, he was too damn good at it. One thing about Johnny, he might mess up, but somehow she was always begging him for more after. Her breath hitched with anticipation, the skin under his touch tingled. "God, don't do this to me. Don't tease me like this" she whimpered.

Johnny chuckled, his fingers tracing circles on her inner thigh. "But I love teasing you, babe," he said, his voice filled with a teasing lilt. "It drives you crazy, and that's exactly what I want." He continued to trail his fingers upwards, just barely grazing over the fabric of her panties, his eyes locked on her face, savoring every reaction. "Beg for it," he said, his voice a low growl. "I want to hear you beg for me."

And just like that, the roles were back to normal. "Please Johnny" her throaty begs fill the quiet room "Do whatever you want to me- anything to me-- just make me feel good. I need you so badly."

Johnny's eyes darkened with desire as her words filled the room. He could feel her anticipation, her desperate need for him and it only fueled his own desire. He moved closer, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke, his voice low and seductive. "Anything, huh?" he whispered. "That's a dangerous thing to say to me, babe. But I'm more than willing to oblige."

He captured her lips in a hungry kiss, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her panties, teasing her with a skillful touch. He toyed with her core, his fingers tracing circles around her most sensitive spot. "How does that feel, babe?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Is that what you wanted?"

Her back snaps up as she arches in pleasure, her needs being quenched. "Oh god.." she whimpers, little pants slipping out of her mouth "Johnny it's amazing.. feels so good.."

Johnny's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her writhe and gasp beneath him. He loved seeing her lose control, the way her body seemed to respond to his every touch. He intensified his movements, his fingers finding a steady rhythm, driving her closer and closer to the edge. "You like that, huh?" he whispered, his voice filled with desire. "You like how I make you feel?"

"Love it" she slurs, his digits making her lose all thoughts other than the circular motion of his fingers against her sensitive clit. "I fucking love it Johnny" she moans.

Johnny's heart raced at her words, the fire inside him burning stronger than ever. He knew he had her right where he wanted her, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. With a final, skillful motion, he pushed her over the edge, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "That's it, babe," he growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Let go for me."

She moved her hands to his pants, grabbing a hold of his bulge. "But.. I want.." she pants, giving him a knowing look.

Johnny groaned at her touch, his desire for her only growing stronger. He knew what she wanted, and he couldn't deny her any longer. He leaned in, his lips finding her neck, his hands working to release himself from the confines of his pants. "You want me to fuck your sweet brains out, don't you?" he whispered, his voice husky and filled with need.

She blushed at his bluntness, "Yes Johnny" she said softly as she slipped him out of his shorts and boxers. She began eagerly stroking him, showing him how badly she needed him inside her.

“Easy now” his self restraint snapping “You're gonna make me cum before I even got to wear you out.” He tore off her panties, spreading her legs sinfully as he slid between her legs. He bared his weight on both of his forearms, planking above her as he rested his tip at her entrance.

She lined him up, her eyes silently begging for him to take her. He slowly thrusted into her wet heat, shuttering at the familiar pleasure, she returned the shutter with the familiar burn. “Fucking christ” Johnny groaned “I dont know how I went weeks without this.”

She gripped tightly onto his biceps, digging her fingernails into him with each stroke. She wasn't used to his size, not after almost a month without it. He quickened his pace, both of them getting lost in the pleasure.

She let her head fall back, eyes pinned shut in pleasure, Johnny smirked at the sight he had drilled into her. “So pretty for me” he growled, his hand firmly grasping her neck “Look at me when I fuck you, baby” he demanded. Her eyes flew open, her lips parted as little moans and pans ran through her throat. He took his thumb and caressed her bottom lip.

He swiftly pulled out, flipping her on her back. He brought her hips up to his as he slammed into her once more God- he loved how easily he could use her, plus, it was a hell of a view, one he’d missed. “You like how deep I am?” he leaned down near here ear, fucking her relentlessly.

“Yes” She screams into her pillow, tearing of pleasure harboring at her lash line. She felt the coil inside her begin to undo itself.

He snapped his hips into her, his strokes getting slower and deeper “That's my girl.” He felt her tiger getting around him, he knew she was close to being finished. “Say my fucking name baby” he begs, getting lost in his own pleasure, being inside her was almost too much to handle.

She grips her bedsheets, her arch getting weaker as she approaches her climax. “Johnny! God, Johnny… Please Johnny” she cries out, tightening around him as her whole body is hit with weaves of ecstasy. This drives Johnny over the edge as he pulls out and paints her back with his cum. “Fucking-Shit..” he curses as hee strokes out the remaining fluids, admiring his work.

She lays there, quivering underneath him. He wipes the remaining evidence off her with his shirt, then collapses onto the bed next to her, the afterglow of their passionate encounter still lingering in the air. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, as he let out a content sigh. "That was incredible," he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of awe. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, savoring the moment. "I've missed you so damn much, babe."

"I've missed you" she says trying to catch her breath. "I love you Johnny, I'm glad you broke into my room" she giggles.

Johnny chuckles, his heart swelling at her words. "I love you too," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "And don't worry, I'll break in again if I have to." He nuzzles her hair, inhaling her scent. "I couldn't stay away from you any longer. I had to see you, touch you, be with you.”

She kisses his shoulder, "Johnny, do you think you can stay the night?" she asks. He used to spend the night all of the time, he'd sneak over and leave when he wanted because she had a lock on her door.

Johnny smiles softly, his heart swelling at her request. "Of course, babe," he says, his arms tightening around her. "I'll stay as long as you want me to. I don't ever want to leave your side again." He kisses her forehead, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. "Just like old times, right?"

"Right" she smiled, resting her head and arm on his chest, listening to his heart thump in his chest. The sound makes a wave of peace wash over her, it's so soothing and cyclical. Her eyes slowly shut as she drifts back into a deep sleep.

#johnny lawrence #smut #johnny lawrence x reader #william zabka #johnny lawrence fan fic #johnny lawrence smut #the karate kid #cobra kai #johnny lawrence fic #the karate kid fan fic

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3rizu · 2 months ago

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Lovely Weapon

Contents: Kwon Jae-Sung x Reader - TW!Death - TW!Blood - Pet names(Sweet girl) - Doomed lovers - ooc

Word Count: 1,242

A/N: There’s one good and one bad ending.

Kwon had noticed you when he first started taking karate, though this was because he saw how close you and Sensei Kim were. He thought because of this that you were a favorite student of hers, he was a little bit right but not so much. But the thing was you were her child though you weren’t necessarily a planned child, luckily your mother didn’t treat you any differently because of it. To no one's surprise, you started taking karate which was led by your mother Sensei Kim, who you called her during training.

Ever since that day, Kwon had neutral feelings over you, this slowly changed when he kept seeing you while you were training. Kwon was like a deer stuck in headlights every time you were training or sparring with the others. Over time Kwon got closer to you much to your mother’s dismay, she knew he was a troublemaker and didn't want that type of influence affecting her daughter.

Did that happen to stop Kwon? Not one bit Kwon only tried harder to get closer to you but you were always so engrossed in training, sparring, or studying. He finally happened to get close to you, only a little bit. Kwon soon became a close friend of yours and he couldn't help but gloat about how he had Sensei Kim's daughter as his friend. Kwon started liking you even more than previously, what had been a tiny crush became someone he wanted to kiss or hold. He was falling hard for you and everyone started noticing it, how Kwon was like a puppy when you were near, especially those lovesick eyes he gave you.

When Kwon had come over to your house, only because he had claimed that he needed “help” with some training (he just wanted to be with you). He had noticed a couple of plushies on your bed, and he didn’t expect you to be a girl who was still sleeping with plushies, (he immediately went to go buy you a plushie after he had left) Kwon had bought you a cat plushie it was a bit big but you didn’t mind and thanked him, so every night you’d now fall asleep with the plushie in your arms.

So slowly Kwon got closer to you and he knew if he didn't say something soon those idiots from karate would. However, Kwon’s plan was interrupted when Sensei Kreese came and told him to prove that was the best fighter in the class and steal Yoon’s spot. It was even worse after Tory came and stole your spot as captain in the Sekai Taikai did you mind? Yes but at least you were still chosen as part of the team going.

Your mother also warmed up to Kwon, she noticed that he wasn't as bad as before now that he was spending time with you. At the tournament, after he had won the rooms from Robby, he immediately went to you and told you about his win.

“Hey! Look what I got!” Kwon yelled to you as you were walking around.

“Kwon? What happened?” You asked him wondering why he seemed so happy.

“Guess what” Kwon asked with a smug look on his face and boy you knew he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to.

“What did you do, Kwon.” You asked, already getting a bit upset, fearing he’d done something horrible.

“I challenged Miyagi-Do and the prize was some rooms and I won. Like it was so easy.” He said trying to seem confident though he was nervous.

“Kwon, why are you doing this? Just leave them alone, where it matters most is on the mat. You were secretly a bit happy he had challenged them and won.

“But I wanted to ask uhm do you wanna share the room? So you know you don’t have to share with anyone else but me?” He asked, the fact he was nervous became more obvious but you are oblivious to that.

“Yeah, but I’m still upset about your little challenge.”

You were happy to have a bed to yourself even if Kwon was staying in the bedroom with you. Kwon on the other hand was delighted that you said yes to his offer.

Did Kwon get any sleep that night? The answer was barely because he was staring at the peaceful expression you had on while you slept. Kwon knew that he'd have to tell you about his feelings for you, though he didn't want to. He was going to tell you after Cobra Kai won the Sekai Taikai…

Happy Ending

It was almost the end of the Sekai Taikai and fortunately for Cobra Kai, they won. Kwon was satisfied with the results and couldn't help but immediately run to you after his win and he whisked you away somewhere private.

“I need to tell you something.” He said, his palms were all sweaty and his heart was pounding.

“Oh, what is it? You did something you weren’t supposed to before your match?” You asked, you knew Kwon and you wanted to see if he’d say yes.

“No, it’s not that. I didn’t do anything wrong before the match.” He said to you, he was completely honest about his answer.

“Okay, then what is it?” You asked, now curious about what he needed to tell you.

“I like you and I have for a while. Do you feel the same?” He asked, his heart was pounding and he was sure you could hear it with how silent you both were at the moment.

“Kwon, I’m so surprised you admitted it first, you realize I was going to tell you tonight?” You said to him, you were giggling and pleased that he did it first because you were so scared he didn't like you at all.

“This is so unfair, you like me too?” Kwon seemed a bit pissed but he wasn't.

“Yeah, I do.” You kissed his cheek and ruffled his always messy hair.

He looked away from your face knowing he couldn't look at you or else his knees would buckle from your looks alone.

“I'm so glad we won.” You said, your arms wrapping around him as you pulled him into your embrace, hugging him.

“Me too. I like you a lot, sweet girl.” For you, Kwon was all yours to keep.

Bad Endjng

You looked around as every single Dojo was fighting with each other. You were fighting and helping Kwon as much as you could but you saw him get hurt by Axel. Some other girl had dragged you away to fight. You looked as he grabbed onto the eunjando from the floor, you knew he was going to attack Axel but at the moment you were fighting another girl and couldn't get to him in time.

You heard the bloodcurdling scream Kwon let out, and you prayed to any higher being that existed that when Sensei Daniel turned him he'd be okay. You were so wrong. Blood was pooling at the side of Kwon, and once he was turned onto his back the eunjangdo was there in his chest. You stood there frozen as tears fell down your cheeks.

Something you had been planning to do was tell Kwon you liked him. Though, now you would never be able to tell him you had liked him. After all, you had endured with him, this was surely not how he died, right?

A/N: I am not writing any smut bc I don't know Kwon age and also bc I'm not comfortable writing smut for this character

#kwon jae sung #kwon jae-sung x reader #kwon x reader #CK #Cobra Kai #3rizuwrites #LWONE-SHOT

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zappedbyzabka · 2 years ago

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For @zappedbyzabka

#biting you biting you biting you #I love it #silverlaw #johnny lawrence #I’ll tag it Terry later so I don’t get in the way of the event lol #Terry hadn’t met him before. John was always so ‘protective’ of the boy in a way #possessive more like #he would talk about him and smile and get this look on his face Terry had never seen before #And he’d wonder: What’s so special about Lawrence?#But alas John always found a way to stop them from coming into contact. until he screwed up and Johnny wasn’t under his wing anymore.#Not hidden away where Terry couldn’t get to him without causing conflict with John.#And it all clicked why he was so special when Terry finally got to him. the star pupil.#Of course the first thing Terry noticed about him was his beauty. Golden lashes and pink lips. Sweet eyed with the mouth of a sailor #Intriguing from the very start. Then there was his talent. quick witted and a quick learner. flexible and accustomed to the fight.#Johnny had never even heard Terry’s name before. nothing but quiet ‘Terry’s and ‘Silver’s when Kreese locked himself in his office with #the phone and a cigar.#but he thought Terry and Silver they were two seperate people if he’s being completely honest. and he didn’t care.#There were mentions of Kreese‘scary smiley friend’ from one of the younger cobras at the time who had caught glimpse of him with Kreesout a #But Johnny was not at all dissapointed when they did meet. Silver is cool and knows all sorts of things #moves he had never seen or heard of before. History he found…genuinely interesting when coming from Terry #He’s charming. a little terrifying. sharp teethed and manic. but charming. Not to mention tall and handsome #And Johnny stays to get to know him better.

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starkrebellion · 2 months ago

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Cobra Kai season 6 part 2 finale prediction:

just before landing the winning kick against Robby, Kwon instead helps him up and they kiss in front of everyone while in live TV. Kwon confesses that he was jealous of Tory for having been with Robby but didn't know how to deal with his feelings so he just started flirting with her instead. Robby says that he was jealous too but not because Tory was with another guy, but because he didn't get to be the one who got to date Cobra Kai's new cute top student. They start wildly making out in the middle of the Sekai Taikai mats while everyone just stares at them for a while. But then Tory gets inspired and seeks out Sam. They start kissing too. Hawk shrugs, accepting his destiny, and grabs Demetri and they start making out as well. Johnny turns to Daniel, asking if "everyone is just gay now" before they confess their over 30 years lasting yearning for one another. That's when Kreese takes out the knife we see in the trailer, but instead of attacking anyone he uses it on himself. No one notices.

edit: seems like I was A LITTLE incorrect...

#cobra kai #robby keene #kwon jae sung #tory nichols #sam larusso #samtory #eli moskowitz #demetri alexopoulos #hawkmetri #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #lawrusso #john kreese #i'd say i'm joking but like am i really #trust me when I say that this is how it'll end and part 3 is just five episodes of everyone being happy and gay

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merv606 · 2 months ago

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What if during the melee, Wolf headbutts Daniel harder, then throws him over his shoulder to take him to Silver, who’s made it out before Kreese can find him.

That’s who Silver called on the phone, he was backup in case Dennis failed to grab him (and of course he’d fail).

Wolf’s head connects, and for a split second Daniel flashes to Terry, how familiar this all seems as his hands come up to his face, his head snapping back, but then it’s lost as it all goes black.

Staggering, He didn’t register the other man catching him before he fell, easily thrown over Wolf’s shoulder as he quickly strode out.

When he wakes, it is, oddly enough, the fact that he’s no longer in his gi that registers first. A too big black sweater with a short silver zipper at the throat, open as far down as it can go.

Whoever this belongs too, it’s too big on him. His brain registers that it smells not only good but familiar. It seems like ….

“You’re awake. Good.”

Blood runs cold, and a shiver goes down his spine before weary brown eyes turn towards the voice. A voice he knows; oh he knows so well, because it’s the voice of his nightmares and of his dreams. It’s a voice he would, unfortunately, know anywhere. It’s a voice he knows intimately.

It’s the voice of Terry fucking Silver.

His head turns now, to track the man, more dangerous now than ever.

The great victory he thought he had won was hollow - barely even a speed bump.

What can even stop Terry now? Can anything even do that?!

He sure as hell can’t.

He tried.

He failed.

He’ll never be strong enough it seems.

“Lie still,” a hand on his chest, oddly gentle pressing him down, keeping him in place.

Daniel’s head is pounding too much to not listen. He closes his eyes.

“Head hurt?” And he can’t help but notice that Terry has lowered his voice as he asks.

He says nothing, only concentrating on the feel of his chest as it rises up and down, trying to ignore the hand still there.

“Mild concussion,” Terry continues. The doctor had assured Terry as such, saying he needed quiet and sleep to recover. Terry has already dealt with Wolf and how hard he had hit Danielle. He knows the message got though and it won’t happen again - which is of great importance because he also he knows his Danny-boy will try to escape.

He’d expect nothing less, nothing else, and he smiles.

“What?” Daniel starts, beautiful confusion in his voice, a lick of fear at the edge.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t have a back up plan?” Terry smiles, even if Daniel can’t see.

Terry stands now, walking a few feet from the bed, pausing to look out the window, at the vast expanse of ocean as his yacht cuts through the water, bringing him and his precious cargo someplace safer, more remote, less easily accessible.

Bless those offshore accounts he thinks, glad now, more than ever, that he actually funnelled most of his fortune into them.

His boy deserves the life of luxury after all, and whether he likes it or now. Terry is going to give it to him.

“Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake.”

A threat to one.

A promise to another.

But still, it will come all the same.

Daniel closes his eyes, and sleeps.

#i got an ask 🤩#ask #cobra kai #daniel larusso #karate kid #terry silver #silverusso #silverrusso

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sensei-venus · 1 year ago

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@gemini-sensei , I might try doing something for this but-

Chubby!Reader who has been with the original group of students from cobra kai. She only ever defected to Miyag-Do after Kreese took over and then she went to Eragle-Fang.

She's always been in the background, but so far back that not even the other background kids see or talk to her. It's almost like she's not there most of the times. For a long time she tries really hard to get some of any attention at that, but nothing worked. Nothing seemed to get her in the spot light, or even noticed for that matter.

So she just goes to class for her own benefit. Only to go home right afterward. She doesn't bother to stick around after practice, it's not like anyone wants to talk to her or hang out. No one makes a move to get to know her, they hardly even look in her direction most of the time. One of the only times she is noticed is when she's paired up with someone. Then right after they don't say a word to her.

Daniel is the only one who seems to care enough to notice her. He's the only one who tends to talk to her, asking about training, how she's doing, and how's school. More than Johnny ever has with the time she's been learning under him. She feels grateful that he at least takes a liking to her. One of the only reasons she keeps showing up.

But things change quickly one day and she snaps.

One day after a long hard trading session most of the students are talking. Everyone has changed out of their workout clothes before muddling around the dojo. Reader is checking out her bag just to make sure she hasn't forgotten anything important. While she is looking she over hears Miguel and Sam talking to the other students. They are all in tight circle having a conversation, Reader decides to walk over. She gets into hearing range to hear them saying how they should all meet up.

The other students get excited about the new idea.

“Can you just send the info to the group chat? So we can all know the time and place to show up?” solemn says. Everyone nods which has Reader stumped.

Group chat? What group chat?

Moments later the huge group starts to split up leaving Reader confused. She quickly tries to flag someone down before they can all leave.

“Hey so you have the group chat info-”

“Can you by chance send me the group chat-”

“Can you add me-”

Every single one of them seem to ignore her. Walking right past her, paying no mind to her or any of her questions. They just leave her standing there, hurt and clueless. Clearly, all of them were part of some dojo group chat. One where they shared group plans and hung out together. Maybe they even talked about things besides what went on at the dojo. What real friends did.

But now it was crystal clear to her, she wasn't their friend and they weren't hers either.

Her attempts at trying to be nice where useless. When she tried to talk to them during class or before, when she offered to help with school work, even when she tried her best to be a shoulder to cry on. None of it seemed to be enough for them to notice her. To care that she was trying to be apart of their friend group.

Even the slight crushes she developed on some of them.

There was no use in trying anymore.

This was the final straw.

That day she left the dojo with a heavy heart and a mind full of deep honest questions about what she needed to do. The dojo was no longer much of a comfort. Being there only made her feel like a outcast, out of place and cold. Why keep going if she could not build any relationships with her peers? While karate itself kept her busy and happy, the environment she was in did not. It only brought her down.

Days passed and time ticked along with all of her thoughts about the dojo. Until one afternoon she decided on her final decision.

She folded up her gi and drove to the dojo.

She looked at Daniel’s face as he sadly took the crisp gi from her hands.

“I don't think I should be in an environment where I'm invisible to those around me. It's not fair to me or them. I'm sorry Sensei.” she bowed lowly to Daniel.

His lips draw down into a slight frown, brows knit as he watches the girl bow.

“I understand, not feeling as if your peers are behind you can be difficult. She shouldn't feel the pain of not fully knowing if they would stick behind you as you would them. I would hope that this is not the last time I see you. I can only hope you don't give up karate over this. You are a great student Reader.” his words priced her heart a little. Standing up she looked at him, her own eyes filled with sadness. She did her best to hold back the tears that slowly started to well in her eyes.

“I promise Sensei, I won't forget all the things you taught me. Maybe one day I can come back. Maybe then I will have a bit more confidence.” her voice cracks a little. With one final nod she turns around and walks away. She gives one last look around, knowing this might be the last time she ever sees the beautiful yard. Sighing she walks back to her car in silence, leaving the small lot without even a second glance.

When the next class comes around, no one notices anything missing. Everyone gets into their respective groups and stands ready for the days lesson.

“So we are going to pair up for today's lesson. So let's all get into pairs and start.” Johnny booms from the front of the group of teens. Quickly everyone starts to team up. Already knowing who they want to be paired with.

“Uhh sensei, I don't have a partner. I think everyone is paired up but me.” its Bert who speaks up.

“What so you mean you don't have a partner?” Johnny questions. They had never has a odd am out of students before. There has always been a even amount among the dojo.

Who wasn't there today? He looks around finding all the familiar faces he knows. He accounts for all of them which has him scratching his head.

“Shit that's my fault Johnny, I completely forgot to tell you. Reader quiet last class, I should have told you as soon as she came to me.”

There was a long pause between the two men. Even the teens stopped to listen in.

“Who?”

“Reader? Last Name? Do you seriously not remember your own student? Now that I'm thinking about it she was a part of your dojo before mine. I would have thought you would have noticed her missing.”

“Still blanking.”

Daniel doesn't even want to keep talking to the man. It's like talking to a brick wall with him.

This idea started to die, but I like to think Poly! Hawk, Sam, Demetri, Robby and Miguel start to feel bad about not paying attention to Reader. They end up following her around school, trying to figure out what they can do to make her come back to the dojo.

But it quickly goes from just trying to get an old teammate to come back to “Oh no we might have started to develop a crush on the girl.”.

#sensei venus speaks #cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai blurbs #poly!cobra kai #chubby!reader #chubby reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #plus size reader #cobra kai x plus size reader

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ariesqueencobra · 11 months ago

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what we used to be | X

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: You face the biggest challenge you've faced along side your boyfriend and friends. It's also summertime and unfortunately you have school work to do, thankfully, your boyfriend is smart!

Warnings: hazing, dangerous training techniques, mentions of sex, drugs and alcohol (reader just lists these things), lying to parents?

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: A cute moment between Reader and Eli is here, I loved writing it! It was so cute! S2 and S3 are definitely my fav seasons so it's so fun to write rn!

Thank you to those who already reblog and comment, I see you and I love you all for it!

I don't consent to this work being copied, translated or reposted.

“What do you think? Shithead one and Shithead Two?” Eli pondered as you, him, and Aisha stood in front of two new students.

“I was thinking Mary-Kate and Asshat,” Aisha said.

You laughed at the creativity, raising a brow at the two boys, hoping they caught the gist of this being a playful thing.

“Well, I’m Chris-,” the taller one began.

“Did I say you could speak?” Eli shouted, making the two flinch.

You snickered, not thinking he would do that but it was priceless seeing the looks on their faces.

“Guys they’re just messing with you,” Miguel came up to reassure them. “Besides everyone knows your names are Assface and Douchebag,” he smirked before he joined the three of you.

Enjoying the light hazing with your friends, the bells jangled and you noticed an old man come walking in, carrying a duffle bag and looking around the dojo. Though, he didn’t seem too impressed.

“Who’s that?” Eli asked Miguel.

He shook his head, you and Aisha wondering the same thing as Eli.

Miguel went to talk to the man, while you, your boyfriend, and Aisha went back to messing with the students until Sensei gathered everyone.

“Class, we have a visitor,” he started, walking in front of the class. “This is Mr. Kreese. He’s just an observer, pretend like he’s not even here,” he gestured to the man from before, who stood off to the side. “Mr. Diaz, warm them up.”

Miguel bowed before coming to the front. “Fighting positions,” he ordered. “Front kick.”

All of you repeated the motion.

“Forward strike.”

Again.

“Side jab,” he instructed, giggling as he did when he dabbed.

The class erupted in laughs as you all joined in on the antics, unbeknownst to Sensei’s reaction.

“What the hell was that?” Sensei asked.

“We were just messing around,” Miguel shrugged, playing it off.

“Yeah, besides we already know how to kick ass,” Eli smirked.

“Oh yeah so you know everything, there’s nothing left to learn?” Sensei walked along the front row.

Your smile faltered and you felt bad but as your good friend next to you started snickering, you couldn’t help the upward curve form on your lips.

“What’s so funny, Miss Robinson?” He came in front of her.

“Nothing Sensei, you wouldn’t understand,” she shook her head, glancing down to hide her smile.

“Try me.”

“It's a snake-do,” she glanced up, unable to hold back her laughter.

“What’s a snake-do?”

You all hissed like a snake, slithering your arms.

“Quiet!”

You shook from shock, never hearing Sensei shout like that before.

“5 a.m. tomorrow morning. Corner of Fulton and Raymor. You don’t show then you’re off the team,” he stalked towards his office. “Class dismissed,” he threw his arm up.

You were wide-eyed shocked, mouth agape as you stared at your friends. It took a few moments until you process what happened and left like he said.

“What do you think was Sensei’s problem?” Eli asked you as he landed on his bed.

Eli drove you back to his place. With the rest of the class wanting to head home to make sure they fell asleep early, you had the rest of the afternoon with your boyfriend.

“Beats me, I’ve never seen him angrier. Do you think he was embarrassed because of Mr. Kreese?” You hummed, thinking over the possibility.

“Wonder what that old chode was doing there,” he chuckled.

You passed him a look while you walked over to his desk, placing your backpack on the chair to unpack your stuff. You brought your summer work over in hopes that Eli would help you with your AP Biology work since he’d taken the class the year prior.

That class on top of the AP Art course you were also going to take, you were a little overwhelmed with the work you needed to complete before junior year even began.

“Wait, you’re seriously going to do homework?” He cocked a brow, sitting up from his bed. “It’s summer vacation, babe.”

“Well I have two AP classes on my schedule next semester and for some reason, they gave us this whole packet for Biology, if I don’t get at least half done before July, I know I’m not gonna get it done in time,” you explained.

He walked over to his desk, looking over your shoulder. “I thought you were gonna tell your mom you were done with nerd classes,” he said.

You glanced up at him. “I thought so too, but she already paid for the class,” you huffed. “Can you just help me with it?”

He sighed. “You haven’t even started,” he noticed the untouched packet on the desk. “At least give it a try on your own.”

You pressed your lips together, knowing he didn’t want to do it because it was “nerdy”.

“I need my smart boyfriend to help me through it though,” you smiled. “Please?”

“I’m done with the nerd shit, Y/N.”

You frowned. “In front of other people, but not with me,” you said. “Right?”

He exhaled.

“You don’t have to pretend not to be smart with me because I already know you are. I understand you don’t like video games or comics anymore, but you can’t get rid of how easily you calculate the tangent of a circle in your head,” you pointed.

Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply. “Fine, what do you need help with?” He walked over to you, pulling up a chair next to you.

You scooted closer, centering the packet between you. “Everything,” you laughed.

He chuckled, wrapping his arm around you as he handed you a pencil and your notebook, beginning to walk you through the problems.

Reading about the cellular structure made no sense, but somehow hearing Eli explain it made you feel like you could teach an entire college class about it.

“It’s vesicles after vacuoles, so that question would be marked wrong. Just alphabetize it so you know it’s in the right order,” he corrected.

You nodded, erasing the mistake and fixing it.

He continued to read over your answers, checking which ones were right.

You remembered all the times he would do that before, the way his eyes would focus so intently, you could see the way his mind worked, putting the solution together for the problem. The way his nostrils would flare when he got stuck on something. The way his tongue would dart out between his lips in thought.

He has always been like that.

He’s always been smart.

“Are you paying attention?” Eli questioned, a playful grin on his face.

“Yes, I am,” you were quick to say.

“Alright,” he smirked. “What’s the correct answer for 34 then?” He asked, knowing he caught you in your lie.

“It’s not my fault I’m attracted to you, okay?” You defended. “I can’t help it,” you shrugged.

He only laughed as he rubbed your arm, pressing a kiss to your cheek before going back to explaining biology to you.

Waking up at 4 a.m. just to get to where Sensei ordered you to be at 5 a.m. was miserable.

You were struggling to keep your eyes open, but when Sensei showed you where you’d be working, the adrenaline made its way into your body and you were awake now.

“Don’t add too much water. You wanna make it nice and thick,” Sensei ordered.

You grunted as you heaved a heavy bag of cement off the pile, carrying it over to pour more into the wheelbarrow Aisha was mixing in.

“Keep stirring!”

You sighed, cutting open the bag. You were going to offer to take turns stirring when Sensei called the group over as a cement truck pulled up.

The driver got out, handing the keys to Sensei and scurrying off after he saw you all.

You all stared at him in wonder before he opened his mouth to speak.

“You think winning the All-Valley gives you the right to goof off?” He asked.

Unsure how to answer, you glanced at each other.

“Well, I got news for you, winning one championship doesn’t mean squat! A true champion never stops training. You gotta keep moving forward or else you could get stuck exactly where you are. It’s like the cement in this truck,” he pointed behind him. “That drum doesn't start turning, the cement inside will harden and get stuck. Is that what you want to happen to you?”

“No, Sensei!”

“Good, then climb up and make it spin,” he said.

You all froze.

“We learned our lesson,” Eli said, pleading for this not to go further.

“Get in!” He ordered, releasing the latch to drop the ladder.

“Sensei, this seems dangerous. I mean the fumes alone-,” Miguel began, shaking his head.

“Quiet!” Mr. Kreese shouted, holding the same conviction as Sensei. “This man led you to the mountaintop and you question him?” He tipped his head to the side. “Look at you, look at all of you. I can’t believe this pathetic pack of pussies competed in the All Valley, and let alone won,” he chuckled. “It’s an absolute miracle. And who’s responsible for that miracle? Johnny Lawrence,” he pointed at your Sensei. “The best student in all of Cobra Kai. My student.”

You gasped in shock.

“You were Sensei’s sensei?” Eli questioned, eyes widening.

“You better believe it kid,” he responded. “And I never trained a tougher student in my whole life, so listen to every goddamn word he says.”

You eyed the truck, wanting to make Sensei proud. Because of him, you made it to the quarter-finals in the All Valley, he gave Eli more confidence.

“I’ll do it, Sensei,” Miguel said.

He began climbing the ladder and Eli followed, you didn’t think much, not wanting to let fear control you before you followed in after.

Stepping into the cement chamber, you slid inside, finding Eli and Miguel making their way toward the far end. Your shoes landed in the wet cement, the thick substance making it almost impossible to move.

“Oh god,” you slipped but Eli reached out for you, preventing you from falling in.

The cement gushed under your feet and you stood beside Eli as Mitch and Chris followed in afterwards.

You stared at each other, unsure what to do.

“Don’t just stand there, move!” Sensei commanded.

You all pressed your weight on one side, trying to rotate the container but it was slippery, your hands sliding down and your feet holding no traction.

“Come on, let’s go!” Eli encouraged.

You took a deep breath, trying again.

“Push!”

It moved slightly and slowly you gained momentum. You heard Sensei shout on the outside, encouraging you.

You groaned, trying to use your strength, putting all your weight on it in hopes of hurrying it up. You all kept going, the container rotating. You shut your eyes when the cement started dripping from above, continuing to move your feet.

Everyone was screaming, slipping, falling. It was chaos but the chamber was still moving.

“C’mon, get up!” Eli grabbed Miguel by his hoodie, hoisting him up after he fell into the cement.

“We’re doing it!” You gasped.

Your friends and boyfriend cheered, the momentum making it easier to move.

You did it.

“You should be proud of yourselves, I know I’m proud,” Sensei smiled, spraying everyone with a hose. “Your parents would be proud, too, if you told them what we did here today, which we won’t,” he warned.

You shut your eyes as he sprayed over your face.

“You pushed forward like champions, never stopping, never being satisfied, never giving up. If you keep pushing and keep moving forward, you’re gonna go to places you never even dreamed of,” he concluded.

You smiled.

You kissed Eli goodbye before you got out of the car. Your clothes and hair were drenched, even after having the windows open so you prayed that your parents were still asleep when you walked in.

“How was practice, sweetie?” Your mom asked when she heard you open the door.

“It was great,” you said, clutching your hoodie as you winced, thankfully she was in the kitchen.

You took off your shoes, quietly moving down the hall.

“We’re gonna visit grandma at two, why don’t you take a nap before we head out so you’re not tired?” She suggested.

The sizzle of the oil could be heard and the smell of pancakes engulfed your nose. The knife hitting the cutting board rang through the house. All tells that she was distracted.

“Sounds good,” you sighed out in relief, sneaking past the entry of the kitchen and making a beeline to your room. You were going to make it, but the moment your hand landed on your doorknob, a voice was heard behind you.

“Why the hell are you wet?” Your dad appeared at the bottom of the stairs, a frown on his face as he stared at you.

“Uh,” you were searching for a lie. “We had to practice our balance and I fell into a pool,” you said.

“Balancing act, huh?” He furrowed his brows, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t recall there being a pool on the corner of Fulton and Raymor.”

You gulped. “We ended up going to the water park, Sensei knows a guy. I didn’t say anything because I figured you two were asleep,” you chewed on your lip.

“Hmm,” he nodded. “Why is there cement on your shoe then?” He asked, staring at the blotch of dried cement on the pair you left by the door.

Shit.

“I don’t know.”

“Go in the kitchen,” he pointed.

You dropped your head, walked into the kitchen, and took a seat on the bar stool.

The sound of chopping stopped as your mother stared at you. “What happened, honey?”

You hope she took your lie better, leaving this incident in the past, but your father wasn’t like that.

“Tell your mother and me the truth,” he said.

“Nothing happened, it was just training. We were messing around in class yesterday and Sensei didn’t like it, we had to mix cement today,” you shrugged.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re creating a puddle anywhere you walk,” your dad argued.

“I,” you sucked in a breath. “Nothing happened!”

“Look what I told you, it’s already happening,” your dad whispered to your mother and she rolled her eyes.

You furrowed your brows. “What are you talking about? What’s happening?”

“The lies, the being sneaky, the never telling us where you are,” he said. “I knew this is what would happen if you joined Cobra Kai.”

“I wasn’t lying, I’m not being sneaky, and I always tell you where I am!” You raised your voice. “I could be out doing drugs and drinking, having sex! But guess what?! I don’t!” Your brows raised, eyes wide as you proved your point. “I’m a good daughter, I get good grades in school.”

“You’re right,” your dad agreed. “You are a good kid, but being in Cobra Kai will take that away from you.”

“Honey,” your mother warned, placing a hand on his arm.

“I just don’t understand why you hate Cobra Kai so much,” you scoffed. “It’s a better version of itself than the one you grew up with in the 80s, okay?”

He clenched his jaw, clearly something he wasn’t saying and that made you angry.

“Doesn’t look that way to me at the All Valley, after what Eli and Miguel did to that kid? I’m only looking out for you because you’re my daughter and I love you, I don’t want you getting hurt,” he said.

“You’re overreacting,” your mother raised her hand to shut him up before she turned to you. “Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Are you worried you will get hurt?”

“No.”

“Do you like being a part of Cobra Kai?”

“Yes.”

“See? She’s happy,” your mother dusted her hands, going back to cooking. “The 80s was a wild time, nothing can be compared to that anymore,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, well, go catch up on sleep before we head to my mother’s, the whole family’s gonna be there so we’ll be staying late,” your father frowned in defeat and gestured for you to go to your room.

You thanked your mother for having your back before you made it to your room.

Today was a good day and you were proud.

You were badass.

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No Time For ‘What If’s?’*

Word Count: 5,096

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Ask: can I get a SFW/NSFW whatever. Cobra Kai John Kreese x f! reader student (who's 20+ and not in highschool) who sometimes looks at him a certain way but always looks depressed and Kreese took notice... {There's more, but I'm not giving away all the goodies}

@: @harlequinautumn

Summary: I decided to make this somewhat of a song inspired prompt. This is based off of the song "Daddy Issues" by The Neighborhood. I think you can see where this us going...

Warnings: some angst, fluff, smut, dd/lg type of energy, age-gap, master/sensei/daddy kink, teacher/student kink, READER is in her 20′s, self-consciousness, self-hate, uncomfortable with body issues, appearance, etc.

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{Gifs are not mine, credits go to @sensei-venus & @danlarussc}

Had to put this last gif here because GRAND DADDY...

Scribbling in the notebook, you try to hide the blush on your face with the final thought you write into it. ‘He touched my arm during practice to help me keep my balance. His hand was warm and comforting, yet strong and held the promise of security,’ you smile. It’s childish, you know that, but unlike most of the kids in Reseda, Kreese, or better known as Master Kreese in your diary, was a man. He held a great promise with his status and a stern maturity in his movements and emotions.

What’s more, he can manage to keep it in his pants, to both your comfort and frustration.

You look up, feeling his eyes on you and your smile instantly drops into a numb pout. You’ve loved him for as long as you could remember. It wasn’t your fault however, as it was never planned.

He was your Sensei in the beginning, knowledgeable and strong, stoic with knowledge. Somehow, you’d find as the more time you’d spent in his class and in the higher rankings, you grew tired of his teachings and more interested in him as a person. He kept his personal life private and away from public eyes - most certainly the cool teacher you could sneak into a bar or eat at a fast food restaurant with just to hang out. Soon your innocent interest had faded into something carnal, sinful. There was nothing you could do to stop the mind of a young adult, much less one that still held the feelings of her teenage years.

He made you feel like that little 15 year old girl every time he looked at you, unable to see his feelings through any aspect of his body. You could never tell if he was scrutinizing you or just plainly looking.

“Break’s over guys. Back to the mats!” he commands, eyes sliding from yours to encase the room through a tactical sweep.

Clasping the tiny lock through its metal bearing, you lock your diary with a click and shove it into your drawstring back, hurriedly shuffling back onto the mats to endure your next beating.

After about an hour of endless training without any breaks, Kreese glanced at the watch embracing his veined, muscular wrist, checking the time. Without a word, the class is ordered to do another set of push-ups before he calls it a day.

Huffing, you grab your tiny towel and lay it across your shoulders, using one of the ends to dab at your forehead. The boys pat you on your back as they start to gather their things, some heading to the showers to wash up quickly, others complaining about the homework they haven’t gotten to yet.

“God am I glad I don’t have to do that shit anymore,” you murmur, giggling as you could hear Tommy groan.

“Can I give you a call later, Y/N? Help me go over my essay for Mr. Whees?” Johnny asks, breathy and miserable.

“Sure Johnny Boy, but you’ll owe me an ice cream cone next time we head to the beach.”

“Sweet! Deal!” he punches your shoulder, speeding out of the dojo to get a headstart on finishing said writing that’s due tomorrow morning.

Giggling, you wave your goodbyes to some of the other guys as you grab your bag, walking slowly towards the showers, feeling the extent of your workout in your calves and knees. Stopping just short of the room, you peer into Kreese’s office, “Sensei?”

“Y/L/N,” he answers, the rumble of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m gonna head to the showers. It’s going to be a while, so if you need me to lock up, I can.”

“No, you’re fine, Y/L/N. I’ll be working on some paperwork for a while also.”

“Okay, thanks,” you blush, a small smile spreading on your lips as you slink off of the doorframe and continue your way to the showers.

In your drunken haze of lust, you had seemed to miss Kreese’s eyes slip to your bag, shiny pink diary having poked through the jagged holes in the old drawstring bag. He couldn’t help his curiosity, having taken notice to your attachment to the small object, always writing, always peering over its covers to see if anyone was watching. It was peculiar, and though he had been caught a few times, your reaction and apparent nervousness is what made him want to know exactly what was in that book.

Hearing as the soft hums of pleasure radiates with the heat of the streaming water, Kreese keeps a close eye on where your book lied, checking to see if any of the boys were left in the dojo. Walking towards the chairs at the front of the dojo - where you had last left your drawstring bag - Kreese closes the blinds of the dojo; the appearance of it being closed a small comfort and reassurance of another day spent and gone. No one else will try to come back in, no one will bother him.

He turns to leave and go back to his office, but his feet won’t carry him. Peering down at the loose drawstring bag, pink book still peeking out of its covers, he debates whether or not he should satiate his curiosity or infiltrate your personal space. Choosing the latter, he pulls the book slowly as to not mess with the bag’s positioning too much.

Walking back to his office, he leaves the door open a crack, the sound of the shower humming prompting him to see what’s been eating at him. What has been making you look so enthralled and sad at the same time. What’s been making you so mysterious.

Kreese almost doesn’t even want to open the book. He knows everything about his students, but you? You’re a mystery. A chase. He almost doesn’t want the high of the cat and mouse game to end. However, he just rolls his shoulders, prying the key to the lock from the bindings you had not-so-subtly tried to hide.

‘Silly Girl. So mature yet so naive,’ he thinks, unlocking the small metal that kept him from his answers.

Leaning back in his chair, he props his feet on his desk, opening the book at last. Shuffling through some pages, he comes to find this pink book as your diary. Delving deeper, he flips through some random pages, the headers and dates catching his eyes and honing in.

January 21st: The Reckoning

This date isn’t far different from any other day, just a date. However, the header is what piques his interest.

‘Another day at the dojo. Another array of cuts and bruises. Johnny and the boys are just finishing their first year as freshmen in highschool and I’m stuck here. 22, young, single, graduated, andddd no life plan ahead of me. I realized that my interest in Sensei Kreese is starting to feel different. I no longer want to know about him, I want to know everything. What type of coffee he likes, if he even likes coffee, what he does in his freetime, what does he like most in a partner? Ugh.’

January 22nd: The Realization

‘Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT! Rereading what I was feeling yesterday and watching it bloom tenfold has finally made me come to my senses. 8 years of practicing with this man and I finally catch whiff of what my so-called “interest” was and I finally come to my senses now? “Stupid Girl” as Kreese would say. Stupid Girl is right!’

A bemused smile perches on Kreese’s lips. It’s like high school all over again, and he’s the center focus. He flips a few pages more.

February 3: Valentines Sluts

‘February has just came around and so has my birthday. However, I keep seeming to find myself going into a Valentines craze. Almost as bad as high school. I stared at Master Kreese for a while during break today (thank God we got one). He was wearing his signature black gi with yellow accents, his arms string with veins of hard labor drawn into them. His hair was a bit scruffier and his eyes were a tired blue. God, how I could get lost in them. My eyes trailed down a bit though. Sorry...not sorry. I used an excuse that I rolled my ankle and needed to rest for a bit, but I only ended up watching him. How he helped the boys stretch and train. He worked so hard that his skin turn a light shade of red, sweat droplets sliding down his forehead to his cheekbones, jaw, down his neck, on his collar bones, and sadly, disappeared down his shirt. Oh what I would give to be that droplet of sweat. Almost as exciting as it would be if I could get him that riled up. Happy almost Valentines Day *winky face with heart eyes drawn on the side of page*’

Kreese lets out a low whistle, chuckling a bit. Suddenly, things were getting steamy. He’s a bit surprised by your diary; such a pristine, put together, grown woman, and here you are, displaying your thoughts like a horny teenager.

Skipping through more dates, Kreese finds more and more sinful readings, something small turning much greater. However, there were undertones of regret, sadness, and...lack of self worth. Not only have the thoughts gotten increasingly dirtier, but they also grew more insecure and sad. And, as the dates grew closer to present day, it seemed that all confidence and harmless thinking were starting to take a toll. You were no longer happy with yourself, however, you kept writing all your fantasies as if they would make you feel any better.

Finally, Kreese nears the end of your diary.

Today: Confusion

‘Again, I found myself staring at him. Again, I snuck away to write about him not even 10 feet away. And, again, I find myself no closer and so much farther away from the man I thought I was getting to know. I’m 25 now and still have the mental and physical strength of the lowly 14 year old that met him in high school. I’m starting to fear I will never get to tell him how I feel. Never get to live and explore. Never be enough for him. I almost got caught writing about him today and I couldn’t care less. If anything, maybe it would be a gateway to romance? Those hot scenarios I’ve built up, gotten off to, and scribbled down in these old pagers. But, those are all just more scenarios and fantasies never lived. Maybe it’s time to move on.’

You go on to think of your past, future, and present, and how any of it was either worth or waste of time. He wants to keep reading - wants to delve deep into your wondrous mind.

He didn’t hear the shower stop, too caught up in the insecurity you call yourself.

“Sensei?” your light voice calls out, hair damp and pinned in a clip. Rugged jeans with rips, converse, and a white cropped tee with black sleeves adorning your delicate features. Your brows are furrowed, a mixture of confusion, loss, and fear flashing in your E/C orbs; rounded by the initial surprise and emotions that cross you in such an unexpected predicament. “W-What are you doing?”

For a moment, Kreese just sits, book still open with the presence of his thumb on the page he’s left off on. He’s silent, studying you as he recounts all that he’s read from your book and more. “Reading your diary,” he states plainly, obviously. Truthfully.

You crumble on the spot, wanting to dig a hole and die in it. “Where’d you find it? Wait - How’d you unlock it?” you all but screech, going straight for your bag.

Kreese slings out of his chair and around his desk instantly, catching your wrist in the middle of the dojo.

“What are you doing, Sensei? Can’t you see I’m already embarrassed enough? You’re just making it worse-”

“Is all of this true?” he asks, holding the book up, now closed. His thub no longer holding his place. ‘Shit,’ he thinks, shaking his head.

“It’s a diary, isn’t it?” you try to lighten the mood, scratching the back of your neck and nodding to the front cover plainly stating, ‘DIARY’.

“Yes, but everything inside?”

“Every page, every day, for the past 8 years.” You figure it’s time to come clean, no matter the consequences. This has gone on for long enough, and by the looks of it, he’s not too mad at you. Or happy, or sad. In fact, now that you look at it, he looks as if he feels nothing.

You take a step back, your hand limply being allowed out of its hold, and briskly walk for your bag. Just as you go to walk for the door this time, the same warm, calloused hand wraps itself around your much tinier wrist, yanking you back the other direction. “Sensei, please,” you beg, “Just let me go home! I’ll never bother you again, and you can forget all about this ordeal. It’s really not that big of a deal!”

Pulling you through to his office, he turns and locks the door with a key. To ensure your inability to get out, he takes the key and places it in his front jean pocket and sits down on his side of the desk. Motioning for you to follow his lead, you just stand there.

Almost annoyed, he states, “Well, I’m not going to tell you again,” pointing to the chair opposite him.

Eyes rounded, you stare blankly from his face to the chair and back again. ‘Is he serious?’

Sitting down, you watch in horror as Kreese opens the book back up again, finding a specific page in your novelty of recountments. “Ah, here it is,” he chuckles.

Reading the page out loud, he starts with the header:

“June 11th: Midnight Blues

‘I took some time alone today. It seems everyday is getting harder and harder. Not only am I trying to finish my senior year, but I’m trying to find my way - my path. Sitting on the hood of my car, somewhere tucked behind the Hollywood sign (my hiding spot), I looked up and watched the stars and tried to get my plans in order.

Mom wants me to go to college in Charleston, SC with her, but Dad wants me to stay somewhere close and doesn’t care if I go to college or not. Mom’s got family down South, Dad has just me. Both are choices I don’t want to make; I don’t want to hurt either or’s feelings.

Then there’s Kreese. God how I love him. If I were to choose to leave or which parent, it would be a choice solely on where he will be or how he feels. But, then again, what does he feel? I mean, he would never look at a little girl like me. It’s disgusting, though I’m legal, and a big inconvenience. A little girl following a man who has seen all parts of the world with her tail wagging and eyes bugging out of her head at the sight of him. He’s grown, experienced, and independent. He would look for someone way older than me for sure. It’s only right, given they would share similar aspects to him.

No one ever looks at me. And neither will he.’”

“Ring a bell?” he asks, finishing off the page.

“It was the end of senior year and there was a whole ton of shit going on. I don’t remember much, i-it was 4 years ago. All I remember was being diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression sometime afterwards. Though, if I can add to that, I’d had it for years, but neither mom nor dad wanted to get me examined since I was 14. It was a shitshow that summer.”

“Do you really think such heinous things of yourself?” he asks, brows furrowing as he stands, looping around the desk slowly as he assesses you.

“Yes. There’s always been that little voice in the back of my head...” you trail off, fingers interlocking and fiddling to try and ease said stress, eyes locking with his in a trance.

“Where do you get that shit from?” he almost snarls, making you bow your head in shame. “Ah. Ah. I want to see those pretty eyes.”

“Why’s you read that page to me?”

“I wanted you to feel exactly as you felt then and try to sum up your thoughts and emotions. You see, I study you, and now, I’ve read you. Those feelings were never resolved...Why do you hate yourself so much, Babygirl?”

“I-I.” you stutter, trying to form some sort of answer. “I’ve never sought the validation I’ve needed.”

“And, why not?” he asks, arms splayed behind him and hands propping him up as he leans on his desk before you. Staring down at you.

“Because the only person I’ve ever needed validation from was you.” This time, you stand to meet his level, “I’ve never cared for what my parents thought because they only cared to one-up each other with me as their weapon. I never sought the validation of teachers because they only said what would get them more money in the end - once again, using me. I never sought validation from the girls or the guys at school because I’ve always been the odd one out. The only person I’ve ever sought validation from was you. You because you treated me as equal with the rest of the boys. You saw something in me that made me feel like I shined like a brand new corvette. So, you tell me: why have you always done that, knowing damn well I could’ve gone without it?” You got so close to him that you hadn’t realized the inches between you two, breath heavy with the long-held exasperation.

“That,” he points at you, “That fire. You’ve always had it. You shined through everyone else and paved your own way without making any noise, or causing any destruction. You’re a strong, beautiful force that somehow has managed to fall over and over again, yet always got back up and never sought anyone’s help.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you’ve finally heard what you’ve always waited for. He’s watched you all along, guided you. He’s ensured your safety since he had met you - 14 years old, scared, weak, and hopeless. You thought you’d never get out of that shithole you were stuck in, but you had Kreese.

Sniffling you couldn’t help your actions, hand grasping his black T-shirt and pulling him in. Your other hand goes for his cheek, cupping it and pulling him down to your height. Slowly, you allow yourself the reprieve of almost a decade with this man, lips just hardly touching each other. You’re waiting - waiting for him to turn his back and pull away, but it doesn’t come.

His huge hands grasp your waist to pull you in close, one hand leaving your hip to brace the back of your head, connecting his lips to yours. He pulls you as close as he can, your body getting up to straddle him on his desk, his arms crushing you chest to chest.

Your tears mix in to your kiss, the salty droplets of water mixing with the dancing of your tongues and you feel him squeeze. You grab at his shoulder, neck, chest, and soon grasp the hairs at the nape of his neck tenderly; starved for the attention and connection you’ve wished for ever since your teenage years.

He happily obliges, his own hand tangling in your hair at the base of your head and yanking it back - not hard, but strong enough to make you gasp at the excitement, sudden movement, and slight pain it had caused. His lips are on your neck now, suckling and licking at the coloumn of it, growling like a crazed animal about to eat its next meal.

You moan out, the action causing you to gasp again, eyes wide and mortified.

You can feel his cheshire grin on your neck, suckling a huge hickey into your collar bone with pride. Pulling back, he takes a good look at you, breathless, chest bouncing at the force of it, straddling his hips with your slimmer, toned ones - both from young age and practicing in the dojo.

His hands move from you head and back down to lay on your hips, “Tell me how you want me to take you. Or should I look at one of your excerpts? Hm?” he teases, hazely green eyes turning to dark, mossy embers.

“I’m sure you’ve read enough,” you tease back, breathing out with defeat and humor.

“I can think of something,” he assures.

Standing up, his hands supporting your weight by your thighs, he loops around the desk, placing you to sit on it. Slowly, he traces your thighs, then your hips, waist, outline of your breasts, collar bone to your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your eyes are glued to him, his arm slipping from your hand back up to the sleeves of your T-shirt, tugging at them, signaling for you to lift your arms.

He pulls your shirt off slowly, tantalizingly, taunting you as it is lifted over your head and thrown to the floor. He sucks in a breath, the sight of you leaving him silent. No words were spoken, but his lips were on your once more, forcefully taking you in like it’s his last time. ‘Impossible.’

Unbuttoning your jeans, he helps you off the desk to shimmy out of them, pulling you close to him once they’re thrown somewhere, too. He kisses in between your thighs, one for each, going to trace up your stomach. You stop him.

Looking at him with uncertainty, you’re hit with embarrassment and uncertainty.

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”

“It’s not you... I-It’s me.”

Deeply, he searches your eyes, already knowing the answer but searching for the confirmation. Sighing, he places a knuckle under your chin, lifting it so your eyes meet his. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, you’re gorgeous, Baby Girl.”

You still look at him hesitantly, which causes him to sigh again.

“Let me show you what I see,” he smirks, a softness in his eyes that tells you there’s nothing to be scared of. Just as he had throughout your highschool years: the drama, bullying, home life, and all.

You nod, hands grasping both sides of his face and pulling him in, kissing him sweetly. He whimpers a little bit, hoping you wouldn’t catch it, but you did. It ignites a fire deep within your gut.

He teases you, a finger sliding your underwear over to the side, fingers playing with your clit. You suck in a deep breath, back arching as you support your weight behind you, on your hands. His hands lays on your sternum, pushing you down further until your resting on your elbows.

Refusing to be pulled down, you sit back up, allowing him to play with you while you attempt to lift his shirt above his head, shakily. He watches you with amused eyes, liking the struggle your body portrays under the heat of his pleasure. He allows you to fumble around a bit more before he helps you out, lifting the bottom of his shirt and taking it off over his head. Hands going back to what they were doing prior.

Your eyes are glued to him, drinking him in as the fire burns brighter and hotter within your core. Greedily, you go for his belt, able to take it off with want and newfound strength as you grow more impatient.

You can hear him chuckle under his breath, pressing you back down by the sternum again, helping finish your goal. He removes the belt with one hand, pulling you off the desk and forcing you to face it. Taking the belt, he ties it around your wrists, tucking it into a drawer like a leash, too thick and sturdy to be able to pull it back out.

Whining, you look at him over your shoulder, begging him with your eyes.

“You’ve been a bad girl. Good girls don't get tied if they do as they’re told. You keep moving without permission, so I had to limit you. Now. If you use your words, you’ll get what you want.”

You moan in frustration, head spinning back to lay against the desk, arching your back and attempting to wiggle your ass against his crotch. But, to your disapproval, he takes a step back, watching you squirm.

You groan again, giving in, “Please, just fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Pulling your panties down to your ankles, Kreese teases and taunts you with a finger, sliding it through your folds and occasionally at your entrance, but as quickly as the finger is there, it’s off and somewhere else less needy.

“Goddammit! Fuck me, please!!” you grit out, growing antzy and frustrated with your head laid against the hardwood. If you weren’t tied down to the fucking desk, you’d take matters into your own hands by now.

He yanks your hair by the back of your head, pulling you up, the back of your head against his shoulder. His mouth nips your earlobe, whispering, “I’d watch your tone if you want me to give you what you want.”

“Yes, Master,” you grit out, smiling as you feel his whole body grow still.

Letting go of your hair instantly, his pushes your head down into the desk, taking his member in one hand as the other makes sure you are fully prepared. Without warning, he plunges in about halfway, giving you time to adjust, although surprised by the intrusion.

You groan loudly, your voice echoing off the desk with force. You can feel him shake with pleasure within you, a loud, breathy moan releasing from his lips. Nodding your head weakly, he starts to set a pace within you, making sure he’s arched enough to tease your G-spot.

You moan again, hands clutching the vice he’s got you trapped in. “Say it again,” he yells, starting to thrust deeper, the pleasure building.

He’s starting to go off the edge quickly, but you can’t let him. Not yet. “Untie me first,” you order plainly, refusing to give him what he wants just yet. “It’s my turn.”

He shuckles with a little annoyance, but otherwise pulls out, slightly shoving you out of the way so he can quickly untie the belt. Because of the force he’d given you at a simple command, you decide to give him just as much of a hard time.

Once untied, you turn to face him, a sultry smile on your face, a devilish look in your eye. Using the same force he had applied, you shove him into his desk chair, forcing him to sit when the chair hits the back of his knees. Slowly, you go to straddle his hips, your raises above him, teasing him.

“Masters aren’t supposed to be so mean if they are promised to get what they want, are they?”

“N-No,” he stutters, the change in demeanor so delicious to soak in. You have him wrapped around your little finger.

“’No’, what?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“Good enough,” you giggle, grinding down into him, bottoming out inside of you.

He whimpers out again, the sound music to your ears. Slowly you set a pace, his hands coming down to grasp your hips and help you grind in perfect tandem. Together, you bounce, while he charges up to meet you, slowly grinding you forward and backwards a bit, too. The motion makes you gasp, the perfect mixture of friction and being full of him. You moan out, your hands laying on top of his tightly as you feel the edge creeping slowly.

“Call me again,” he groans out, head leaning back onto the headrest of the chair.

“Look me in the eyes.”

Doing as you asked, he looks at you fully, a bit of heat rising to the surface and making him a tint of red from the chest up. A sheen of sweat covers the both of you, making you both shine in the dim lighting of the room. “Master.”

His head throws back into the shair again, his thrusts intensifying in speed and force. You whine out, grabbing his biceps now, nails digging. “Master, make me finish. Please.”

His hands dig into your hips, forcing your body down as he charges faster, the chair squeaking. Your moans get louder and louder, more frequent with the force applies. “I-I’m gonna cum,” you warn, too close to wait for permission.

Just as you feel the tight knot snap, you’re filled with his warm seed, one hand moving from your hip to yank your hair again, his lips capturing the colum of your neck as he bites down, a deep growl releasing as he fills your with his potential kids.

You ride your high until there’s nothing left, jumping at the overstimulation or any contact at all. Finally releasing his hold, his hands lay on your thighs as yours rest on his shoulders, catching your breath.

You giggle, opening your eyes after a moment to look at him. You kiss his lips sweetly, a grin on his face as well as he admires you. “I love you, Kreese. Always have.”

He chuckles as he tucks your head in the crook of his neck, hands rubbing your back, fingers playing with the clasp of your bra. “I love you, too, Y/L/N.”

“Y/N.”

“John.”

“John,” you mimic.

“Y/N,” he copies, chuckling as he plays with your hair.

“’February 14th: Valentines Day’,” Kreese recounts the page he had engraved in his head. That was one of your dirtiest of fantasies.

You gasp, swatting his shoulder as your cheeks burn with the reminder, “You Devil!”

May 28th: When Two Hearts Intertwined.

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@ckhalloween23 heyyyyyy bestie(s) I know I'm an entire-ass month late, BUT

HERE'S A PREVIEW OF THE ELIMETRI DARKFIC I PROMISED

Listen, y'all can't give me a "Serial Killers" prompt and the opportunity to write the dark, unhinged Demetri Alexopoulos of my dreams presented on a silver platter and NOT expect me to go a little apeshit ^^;

Or. A lot apeshit. Because boy did I let this funny little comic relief guy SNAP ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Also, funnily enough, I realized over the course of the last year or so that I'm probably autistic? For the longest time I held off on writing Hawk's POV because I hc him as autistic and I didn't think I could do him justice, but...I've unlocked this Fun Secret Collector's Item now, I guess XD Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz POV acquired!

Decided to give it a stab here, since him having NO fucking idea how to react to Crazy Demetri was just too much fun. Hawk came to me surprisingly easy once I got started, actually??? I mean I've always related to him a lot but I had no idea it was like. An autism thing. I thought it was just an ND thing akisudhlkuhyfu

Head's up to Tory and Robby stans...this may not be the fic for you. You have been warned 👀

CW for blood, violence, knife-threatening, light knifeplay, toxic relationships (although YMMV), mentions of murder, implied slut-shaming, homophobic slurs, and sexual subtext.

Fic under the cut! As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request :3

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Hawk’s on his 30th rep when he hears the front door.

He stops mid-jab, the punching bag rattling on its chain as it sways back and forth. Scoffing, he rolls his eyes.

His mom must be home early. How fucking annoying.

He was looking forward to having the house to himself. With his father on a weekend-long business trip and his mother at her Friday night wine hangout, he was finally going to catch up on training without any interruptions.

The last thing he needs is to be outdone by Kyler Park and Robby Fucking Keene.

Hopefully his mom won’t come knocking, pestering him to watch movies or some other frivolous crap. He doesn’t have time for that anymore.

Strange. There’s a notable lack of the jingling and clattering that usually comes from 50 million things being shifted through an oversize purse. Hawk pauses, listening for any noise.

Maybe he imagined it.

“What the hell.” He takes a sip of the Red Bull on his bedside. Some sleep-deprived delirium or whatever it was wasn’t going to fuck up his focus.

Sure, he’s been averaging 5 hours a night, but who gives a shit? It’s not like anyone in high school actually gets enough sleep.

Sensei Kreese said in ‘Nam, they had to be ready to fight on a moment’s notice—geared to slaughter enemies after a mere 30 minutes’ rest in 48 hours. Hawk doesn’t strive for anything less.

The stairs creak.

His mom isn’t usually one for sneaking past his room, but perhaps she’s too tired to be chatty. He thanks the powers that be this seems to be the case, and returns to his reps.

Jab, cross, roundhouse. Jab, cross, roundhouse. Elbow. Knee to the chest.

He counts them out as he goes, power surging through him. Sensei will be sorry he started singing Keene’s praises when Hawk’s a better fighter than that piece of shit ever was.

Because throwing someone off a balcony when they had their guard down was a coward’s move. Typical Miyagi Do bullshit.

God, Hawk hates them. Hypocrites. Losers. Pussies.

He thinks of a new insult every time he lands a punch.

Miguel’s fucking insane for not appreciating what Cobra Kai did to get payback. What Hawk did to get payback.

His fists are starting to ache, fingers burning from being smashed against rubber again and again. Hawk doesn’t care.

Sensei would say the pain makes him stronger.

Jab cross jab cross jab cross jab cross jab cross jab cross jab cross—

“You know, at some point, I think you’re as good as you’re going to get at punching.”

A shadow blocks the hallway light.

Dread grips him in frosty talons. His arms still, the punching bag swinging back and smacking his chest.

He gasps, stumbling back. Still, he refuses to look at the doorway.

Refuses to let Demetri see his shock.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

He presses as much venom into the words as possible. Enough intimidation, and Demetri will back down.

He knows now that Hawk is as real a threat as he ever was. And Demetri’s smart enough not to keep poking at a tiger that’s already mauled him.

“In what world would I not remember where you keep your spare keys?” Demetri sneers.

Well. Maybe that’s a bit generous.

“What do you want?”

Hawk keeps his tone steely, hoping he can kill whatever plans are swimming around his ex-best-friend’s head before they even form. In all likelihood, Demetri’s here to be a nuisance at best and a night-ruiner at worst.

Fucking Demetri. He’s always been such a distraction.

Hawk needs to get rid of those.

He thought he did. But Demetri is apparently either too stupid or too obsessed with the past to be properly scared away.

Irritating, but admittedly also interesting. It shows a kind of boldness that he wouldn’t expect Demetri, of all people, to have.

“Maybe I want to check in on my best friend.” Groaning footfalls as Demetri starts to slowly cross Hawk’s room. “I see you avoiding me at school. And you didn’t even bother to show when your little friends crashed Sam’s party. Perhaps I want to see how you are, hmmmm?”

And try as he might, Hawk can’t pick up the usual sarcastic edge to Demetri’s tone. He frowns at his far wall, confused.

There’s something odd in Demetri’s voice, and Hawk can’t for the life of him pick up what it is.

He still refuses to look at his oldest friend. He’s not going to give him the satisfaction of undivided attention.

Demetri is a pest, and should be treated as such.

“We’re not best friends,” Hawk says tightly, landing another punch on his bag. “Whatever we were? It’s done. Has been for a long time. Why can’t you get that?”

He finally graces Demetri with a look. He’s expecting the usual sullen look—scrunched brow, open mouth, widened eyes. Like he’s eternally surprised Hawk doesn’t need him anymore.

A look where maybe, if he prods it farther, Demetri will storm off. Or run off crying. Be out of Hawk’s sight.

Be somewhere where Hawk doesn’t have to think about that night at Golf N Stuff. Or how it felt to watch Demetri writhe on the floor. Or the streams of vomit that ripped from Hawk’s stomach as soon as he got home.

Or what he did to himself in the wee hours of the morning, when no one—not his mother, not Cobra Kai, not Sensei Kreese—was around to see.

But when Hawk glances over now, Demetri is smiling.

Not a contemptuous sneer, or a pained grimace. A full-on grin, splitting his cheeks and stretching much wider than the situation calls for.

Hawk inhales sharply.

Demetri shakes his head, laughing. “It’s almost endearing, you know. What a tryhard you are.”

He squares his jaw, refusing to budge as Demetri advances on him. “I thought I made it pretty clear what I think about you. You want another reminder?”

Hawk balls his fists, trying not to think about how hard the words are to force out. How hard he’s working to keep the iron shell he’s built around himself intact.

A strange smell hovers around Demetri. Acrid and metallic, like he’s spent too much time mucking around inside one of those computers he’s so besotted with.

“How revoltingly naïve.” Green eyes burn into him like acid, the glint behind them unlike anything he’s ever seen. “You thought you’d break my arm once and be done with me?

Hawk finds himself backing away.

“I’m not going to make it that easy for you, Hawk.”

Something in the way Demetri spits his new name finally gives him clarity.

“So what the fuck do you want from me?” he spits. “Why did you come here?”

“I came here because you were right. About everything.”

Any response is snatched from Hawk’s mouth.

For several seconds, all he can do is stare. Demetri smirks, apparently reveling in getting a leg up.

Hawk is so confused that he can’t even find it in himself to be angry. A strangled “what?” is all that comes out, pulling a snigger from his adversary.

“You think you’ve got it all figured out. Becoming the scariest fighter in the Valley. Making everyone quiver at the sight of you. Doing whatever you like because people aren’t brave enough to tell you no. Becoming your badass karate teacher’s little golden child. Getting rid of your weaknesses. Getting rid of me. But there’s one thing you got wrong.”

Typical Demetri. Monologuing around the point.

But Hawk is, nonetheless, finding his confusion turning to intrigue.

The mopey kicked puppy routine had gotten unbearably tedious. At least Demetri finally has the decency to give Hawk some variety.

“Oh, yeah?” He curls his lip. “What’s that?”

Demetri casually leans on Hawk’s dresser, like this is nothing more than a Friday night video game session.

“You think I avoid fights because I’m scared. But that’s not true anymore.” And there’s that grin again—that wide, unnerving grin that looks like it was pasted on from another human being’s face. The sort of manic look that would never in a thousand years belong on Demetri Alexopoulos.

“I avoid fights because I know who’s worth fighting. And who’s worth hurting.”

Well, that’s new.

Hawk narrows his eyes, trying to piece together if this is all some kind of trick.

“See, Eli, you were right that the world isn’t kind to people who get too soft.” Demetri starts sauntering over again, and that odd, metallic smell strengthens. “Or losers. Or weaklings. Or people who admit defeat. Give in too easily. Run off cowering and scared. So I’m shaking all that off. Next time I fight, I won’t lose.”

As Hawk pieces everything together, he scowls.

“So that’s what you want?” he hisses. “A rematch? Like you’d stand a chance.”

“So touchy. Do you only think of people in terms of whether you can beat them in a fight now? Boooooring.”

Demetri clicks his tongue disapprovingly. It’s a mocking gesture he’s been doing since they were little, but now something about it feels chilling.

Hawk’s back bumps his bedroom wall. Demetri’s closing in on him.

Fucking hell—he’s getting fed up with this cat-and-mouse. Why is he even entertaining this stupid nerd again?

It’s not like he gives a shit about him anymore. Then he wouldn’t snap his arm in half.

“Fuck off, Demetri!” he roars. “I fucking hate you. I don’t give a shit about anything you have to say! Get the hell out of my house, or I swear to god I’ll break your arm again.”

He fills the words with fire and force and poison, hoping something will hurt Demetri enough to make him go.

He can’t cave again. Not after he’s worked this hard to oust Demetri and everything he represents from his life.

Not after he’s severed Demetri’s bone with his own hands and smiled with his friends about it.

That should’ve been the last straw. That should’ve been what sent Demetri running for good, abandoning everything they’d once had to save himself.

But it didn’t. It fucking didn’t.

Demetri takes another step into his space, curling his lip. “You’re full of shit.”

“Fuck you.” Eli returns his stare, baring his teeth. “How are you so sure?”

“Because you hesitated.”

Hawk goes rigid.

“I begged you to stop.” Demetri’s hands slide onto the wall on either side of him, trapping him. “And you thought about it. You didn’t break my arm until all your psychotic teammates goaded you on. If you really hated me?” His voice drops to a breathy whisper. “You wouldn’t have even thought twice.”

“You don’t know shit.”

Demetri snickers.

“Poor little Eli. You’ve always sucked at arguing when you get backed into a corner.”

“I still broke it,” Hawk growls. “You know I can do it. Easily. So how are you stupid enough that you’re still fucking with me? You some kind of masochist?”

“You still care about me, Eli.” They’re inches apart now, Demetri leering over Hawk. “You never got over me not wanting to join your little club of sociopaths. Whenever there’s a rumble, you can’t stay away from me. And you want to know what I think?”

“Shut up.”

Demetri’s voice is husky in Hawk’s ear. “You wouldn’t hurt me when there’s no one to show off to.”

Hawk’s done with this.

He lunges, shoving Demetri’s chest and flying at him with an outstretched fist. He waits for that gratifying moment of shock—the familiar shift in Demetri’s features as he realizes yet again Hawk has no intention of going easy on him.

Demetri doesn’t even blink as he moves out of the way.

Hawk course-corrects, swiveling and diving for Demetri again. He throws the fastest punch he can manage straight at Demetri’s jaw.

Why the hell won’t he give up?

Demetri’s fantastic at giving up. He always has been. He gave up on standing up to bullies and he gave up on Cobra Kai and he gave up on Sensei Kreese.

So why won’t he give up on Hawk?

Demetri doesn’t dodge this time. He only swerves, allowing the fist to graze his chin.

He lets out a hiss of pain—angry, but not surprised.

Without warning, Demetri’s hands shoot up. Hawk freezes as long fingers snake across the skin of his arm.

The next second he’s screaming, Demetri’s hands twisting until his skin burns. The other boy’s grip tightens, thrusting him toward the floor.

He’s stealing my fucking moves again.

And frustratingly, he can do them fast. Hawk barely manages to use his other arm to shove Demetri off, stumbling back.

Even one moment of disorientation is too long. Demetri charges again, teeth bared like a wild animal.

One arm slams him against his bedroom wall while the other digs into his chest, squeezing the air out of him. And Hawk hates to admit it, but Demetri’s training-broadened shoulders have a terrifying amount of power behind them.

Nothing he can’t handle. Hawk’s taken on bigger opponents before.

He squirms in Demetri’s grip, his own arms loosening enough for his hands to make a grab for the taller boy’s throat. Then Demetri’s pinning hand is gone, slipping in and out of his jacket in what feels like less than a heartbeat.

Something cold and sharp presses Hawk’s throat. His hands drop, tensing against the wall.

“What the fuck…?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you, Eli.” Demetri tilts his head, pouting mockingly. “But you make it so damn hard to talk to you. Can’t do a thing without you coming at me like some kind of rabid coyote.”

“So you pull a…are you fucking insane?”

“Like you’re one to talk, Mr. Red Hulk Rage Issues.” The pout morphs into a smirk. “Clearly, you’re not above playing dirty, using that sad little Eli voice of yours to get out of trouble. Figured it was time I caught up.”

Hawk feels something sticky dripping down his neck. His breath hitches in his throat.

He aims a hit at Demetri’s stomach. The taller boy bends with it, and the blade presses harder.

“Oh, come now.” Demetri tuts disapprovingly. “Don’t make me slit your throat.”

Hawk hardens his expression, channeling everything in him into hiding the shock.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I don’t think you’re in a great place to test that.”

And he’s right. Hawk hates it, but he’s right.

This isn’t the Demetri he knows better than the back of his hand. The Demetri he knows so uncomfortably well that he convinced himself over and over and over that it meant he was sick of the fucking geek.

This isn’t grounded, rational, sensible Demetri. Something’s snipped his threads, made him start fraying at the edges.

He’s unraveling, floating in an ether where the pragmatic and the path of least resistance that he made his life philosophy are losing their appeal. He’s…

Well, it seems he’s done some script-flipping of his own. Decided—perhaps on a whim—to overhaul everything Hawk knew and replace it with something cold and alien and completely fucking unpredictable.

Was this how Demetri felt, that day Hawk showed up at school with spiked hair and a conniving sneer? Is this some kind of payback?

He doesn’t care if this new boy with a knife to his throat killed and gutted the friend he grew up with. It doesn’t matter anymore. That relationship only ever got in the way, anyhow.

He truly could not care less. Honest.

The only emotion he feels is annoyance that this new opponent will be harder to match, with erratic moves and a quickly-thinning conscience.

This Demetri isn’t pulling any punches. One stupid or sloppy move, and Hawk will be on the floor gurgling his life out.

He’s never taken Demetri for someone impulsive, but perhaps he just had a talent for controlling his most brutal and primal urges—for his own safety, if nothing else. Perhaps he’s lost this ability.

Hawk wonders what it says about him that he isn’t bothered by this at all. If anything, he finds the whole concept exhilarating.

Fighting Demetri had gotten so boring. Now, at last, they’re on equal footing.

Regardless, there could be a trace of the Old Demetri yet. He might be able to use that.

“Put the fucking knife away or I’ll call the cops,” Hawk snarls. “Think you’ll get into Stanford with a police report on your permanent record? Or whatever fucking nerd school you’re trying to—”

“With what phone?” Demetri interrupts. “The one you left on the coffee table downstairs so it won’t distract you from wailing on your stupid bag?”

Fuck. How did Demetri even notice shit like that?

Hawk tries not to let the dismay show.

“When my mom gets home, she’ll—”

“Mommy’s not coming for you, Eli.” Demetri’s smirk widens. “Mommy’s getting drunk with all her friends to forget her unfulfilled suburban picket fence life with her nasty, violent delinquent of a son. And Mommy’s going to crash at Michelle Galinski’s house, just like she has every Friday night for the past 10 years. And oh dear…Daddy’s out of town on his top-of-the-month business trip? Looks like no one’s coming to save you.”

Fuck that. He can save himself.

Hawk makes a grab for Demetri’s wrist, other hand clawing at the arm compressing his chest. Demetri seamlessly lifts the elbow of his knife-holding arm and jabs the bony appendage into Hawk’s skin.

The knife blade doesn’t even falter, pressing more firmly into Hawk’s neck. A sting, and he feels something warm trickle toward his chest.

The scent from earlier intensifies, and Hawk realizes abruptly that it must have been blood.

“Mmmm-mmmm.” Demetri purses his lips and shakes his head, like he’s scolding a disobedient child. “It’ll make it much easier for both of us if you don’t act up. I really don’t want to cut your throat, but I will.”

As Demetri sneers down at him, Hawk realizes too late that he couldn’t cover his alarm.

“What? Don’t think I’d actually hurt you?”

The taller boy fiddles with the knife, sending little pricks of pain rippling through Hawk’s neck.

“I guess you know how it feels now,” he purrs.

Hawk spits in Demetri’s face, sudden fury overtaking him.

This pathetic nerd’s not going to make him feel bad now. Not after everything he’s done to crush the part of himself that possibly could feel bad.

“Fuck you.”

And slowly, never once breaking his gaze, Demetri licks Hawk’s saliva off his chin. The dim hallway light just catches the moisture on his face.

“Keep it in your pants, Moskowitz. We’re not there yet.”

Now Demetri’s definitely fucking with him.

It’s growing tiresome. Nonetheless, he doesn’t want that cut in his neck getting any wider.

There’s something distinctly unnerving about the way Demetri’s eyes are boring into him, sizing him up with a kind of cold contempt. Looking at him like he’s nothing more than some ugly insect to crush under his shoe.

It’s the sort of callousness that Hawk has never once—not in the entire time he’s known Demetri—been the target of.

And maybe he’ll admit it. He dislikes it for more than just the fact it throws him off.

Demetri is spiraling into someone unrecognizable, and the sheer foreignness of the whole process makes Hawk shudder.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Hawk’s voice is small and weak. Like Eli’s.

He doesn’t care.

His entire sense of reality—every absolute, irrefutable truth he’s ever attached to himself and his life and his oldest friend—is uprooting and spinning out of control, and it’s not like anything fucking matters anymore.

Demetri laughs—a sharp, hollow sound devoid of any real humor.

“Like you’re one to talk. I know what you did to Brucks.”

Hawk’s blood freezes.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Demetri’s knife slides from the cut on Hawk’s neck, beginning to tease the underside of his chin. “Mitch told us what happened. And I damn well noticed when Brucks stopped showing up to school. Nice of your war criminal sensei to help you cover that up.”

Hawk’s breath comes in quick, short gasps.

Of course Demetri put two and two together. Of course he’d gone snooping so he could find something else to hang over Hawk’s head.

And the fall of that knife might be worse than the one currently tickling his jaw.

Part of him hates it. Hates being reminded of that day and hates being reminded what he’s capable of. Hates remembering the sight of a living, breathing person crumpling to the floor, and realizing they would never get up again.

But Hawk isn’t stupid. If anyone can play Demetri’s games, it’s the person who knows him better than anyone in the world.

“Demetri.” He keeps his tone as calm and non-abrasive as he can. “Who else’s blood is on your knife?”

Because it was still wet when Demetri shoved it up against him. And Demetri’s a moron if he thinks Hawk missed that.

“Ah. And we finally get to that.” Demetri chuckles, gently tracing Hawk’s jawline with the honed edge. “You see…the difference between you and me, Eli, is that I don’t need anyone’s help to hide my bodies.”

His heart drops to his feet.

“What did you do?”

“Not any worse than you.” Demetri cocks his head. “I hurt someone who deserved it.”

“Demetri.” Hawk steels his voice. “What did you do?”

Because whatever it was, Hawk sure as hell needs to take the proper precautions to make certain he isn’t next.

“Stopped at the convenience store on the way over here.” Demetri follows the knife with his eyes as he talks, expression almost affectionate. “Ran into one of Kyler’s old buddies from the wrestling team. One of the kids who used to call us fags, remember? He thought it would be fun to shove me around. So I pretended I was running my ass away, and got him to chase me somewhere a little more…private.”

Hawk gapes at him.

“Did you really…?”

“Shanked the asshole like a pig. He was so surprised he didn’t even fight back. And let me tell you, it was the most fun I’ve had in a while.”

And there’s that laugh again—the broken, disjointed chortles that feel so jarringly out-of-place. Green eyes shining with a frenetic light that makes Hawk’s hands grow slick with sweat.

Demetri leans in again, knife held steady as his lips brush Hawk’s ear.

“I know how it feels, you know. I know what it is to get so angry that you don’t even know what your body’s doing until it’s too late. Watch the life fade out of another human being’s eyes. Realize you like it. Sit there panicking about being some kind of inhuman monster and then suddenly realizing you don’t fucking care. And I suppose…I suppose that’s another reason you were right. There is a certain freedom in embracing that the world is cruel and cutthroat and unforgiving. In finally unmuzzling the wild animal thrashing around inside you and letting it hunt the way it was always meant to.”

Hawk shudders.

Sensei Kreese promised no one would ever find out about Brucks. Staged some kind of car accident or binge-drinking tragedy or drug OD or some other way stupid teenagers die all the time. Kyler was barred from the funeral, with Kreese worried (probably reasonably) that the dumbass would let something slip.

Kreese told the class that if anyone snitched, he’d be more than willing to look the other way as they met the same fate as Brucks.

Hawk hated how much he enjoyed it. He hated how after the deed was done, he couldn’t find a scrap of guilt in his psyche. It made him feel detached from himself—the abstract idea that doing that to another person was bad, but the complete lack of any emotions to back it up.

But that’s who he is now. No going back, he supposes.

Perhaps, on some level, he figured Demetri would pick up on this and leave him alone. Decide that Hawk’s path was too dark and too dangerous for his pasty basement nerd tastes, and stay huddled away with the Miyagi Dos singing kumbaya.

That would probably be best for him, anyways. Hawk still doesn’t know what other horrific shit he has it in him to do, especially when his victim pleaded so hard for mercy that would never come. When Brucks’ fruitless begging gave him an unmistakable rush.

And yet here Demetri is, claiming he was in a similar position. Claiming he lost control.

It isn’t that Demetri can’t put on an act if he needs to. But on some level, Hawk’s always been able to tell when his best friend is exaggerating or embellishing to make a story more interesting. There’s a kind of snarky undertone he uses, always giving that he isn’t completely serious. Subtle, but easy to pick up if you’re familiar with it.

There’s none of that here. If anything, this is the kind of emotional vulnerability Demetri never displays intentionally.

Until now, apparently.

Hawk bites his lip. “You’re not lying, are you?”

“You’re so cute.” The tip of the knife jabs into the underside of Hawk’s chin. “You thought I was some…what? Some sissy little do-gooder? The pinnacle of morality and mercy and all great virtues? No, no.” He giggles. “I’ve always been as fucked up as you. I only managed to keep it buried longer.”

Hawk scowls, suddenly remembering exactly who he’s talking to.

“Give me a fucking break. You joined the pussy-ass ‘defense only’ karate dojo. Your entire philosophy is about being sissy little do-gooders. Like you’d have the balls to pull even half the shit Cobra Kai—”

The knife flies back to the wound in his throat, Demetri using his arm to ram Hawk harder into the wall.

“You think I ever gave a flying fuck about Miyagi-Do?” he spits. “You think I’m some slavering pet like you, tripping over my little lapdog paws to appease my sensei’s every command? You think these asinine karate wars ever mattered to me? No.” He shoves his face into Hawk’s, blood on his breath. “You’re the one so obsessed with following orders that you can’t even remember who you were before you became some demented old man’s attack dog. You’re the one so drunk on loyalty to a fucking karate dojo that you can’t see none of this shit matters.”

Hawk bares his teeth, hoping with everything he has that Demetri won’t notice him shaking.

“Easy for you to say, when you pussied out after one punch in the face,” he sneered. “Of course you want to believe all of this is pointless when you’re on the losing team. But I’m not like you, Demetri. I’m no quitter.”

“Oh, how admirable.” The knife presses a little harder. “Tell me then, Hawk. How’s being on the same team as Kyler? As fucking Robby Keene? You excited for the chance to help them hurt Miguel again?”

Red-hot rage rips through Hawk. He lifts a leg and knees Demetri’s shin as hard as he can.

Demetri barely even winces. His other foot kicks up, ramming the side of Hawk’s knee. Hawk scrambles for balance, heart pounding as he just avoids falling into the knifepoint.

“Thought that’d hit a nerve.”

“Fuck you!” Hawk spits. “Keene was from your fucking dojo! You fought with him, too!”

“Not since he hurt Miguel.”

Demetri’s voice is frigid, rivaling the most biting winter rains. Every inch of him drips with a venomous hatred that Hawk has never seen before.

Not directed at him. Not directed at anyone.

“And now he’s in your dojo. Funny how that works.” Demetri clicks his tongue. “Guess your roaring rampage of revenge was all for naught.”

“It wasn’t.” Hawk curls his lip. “You were all responsible, and we got our paypack. It’s not our fault Miguel wasn’t grateful.”

“Ooooh, gotta love the Hawk’s impeccable logic! ‘Ah, yes, I think I will terrorize everyone in this dojo except for the person who actually almost killed my friend, who I will agree to team up with for some reason!’” Demetri returns his sneer. “Are you really such an obedient little bitch that you do whatever your precious sensei tells you? Even when you damn well know it makes no sense? You’re more pathetic than I thought.”

“Park and Keene know their place,” Hawk hisses. “They know I’m the alpha. They answer to me.”

Demetri cocks his head, looking amused.

“Even if I were to believe that. Do you like sharing a class with those assholes? Do you like knowing that if one of them were to get their ass handed to them by a Miyagi-Do or an Eagle Fang—by Miguel—that you’d be expected to rescue them?”

“I’d do it.” Hawk grits his teeth. “I wouldn’t like it, but I’d fucking do it. Sensei Kreese gave Sensei Lawrence and the others a chance to join back up with Cobra Kai, and they said no. Miguel chose his side.”

Demetri sighs, expression almost pitying.

“I guess ‘Cobra Kai for life’ trumps a Cobra’s desire to beat another Cobra into the damn ground. Kind of a shame. I think you’d enjoy hurting them.”

What Demetri said earlier circles back into his mind.

I avoid fights because I know who’s worth hurting.

Hawk straightens, keeping his composure.

“Sensei says we need all the allies we can get,” he says. “Even if we don’t like them. I’m putting up with Kyler and Robby long enough to win the tournament, and that’s it. Then I’ll find some way to weed them out.”

“I doubt it.” Demetri smiles down at him. If it weren’t for the knife, Hawk would punch his teeth in. “Contrary to how you act, I know you’re a smart guy. If you knew how to get rid of them, you would have already. No, Eli…” His voice drops to a purr. “You’re stuck with them, aren’t you?”

Hawk feels sick.

Leave it to Demetri to pinpoint his deepest fears—a karate clan filled with the worst people Hawk knew. Not a single friend to speak of, and a sensei with constantly divided attention.

Even Tory was turning out to be a fucking snake in the grass. She certainly took to the boy who nearly killed her ex with not an ounce of guilt.

And yet she believed with all of her being that Demetri deserved a broken arm for what Robby Keene did. That he was a pussy for crying out in pain. Actions didn’t matter to her—only the name branded across the merchandise you wore and the color of your gi at tournaments.

For the first time, the thought makes Hawk seethe.

All this time she’d seemed nothing but tough and fearless, but all she was was a shallow bitch who cared more about rank and status than a damn thing you actually did.

She was always going to hate Sam LaRusso for being rich and popular. She was always going to hate Miyagi Do for its association with LaRusso. But the second Keene bailed? Put on a belt with a cobra on it and showed off his snake-snatching skills?

She couldn’t wait to get on his dick. The filthy slut.

And suddenly Hawk realizes that he hates her, too. He hates so many of the people who are supposed to be his allies. But he can’t afford to think like that. And most of all, he can’t afford to let Demetri see it.

He glowers up at his ex-best-friend, keeping his gaze stony. “And why do you care? You have your posse of Miyagi losers to pal around with. Why do you give a shit what I do? Just go home to your little—”

“I left Miyagi-Do!”

The words come out in a forceful scream that practically knocks Hawk even further into the wall.

The sheer disdain in Demetri’s eyes for the group he had so cozily assimilated into sends Hawk reeling. He’d never—not in this lifetime or the next—expect Demetri to toss the whole lot of them out like garbage.

Demetri breaks into another grin, reveling in Hawk’s stunned silence.

“See, that’s another difference between you and I, Eli. I don’t need some washed-out old man telling me what to believe and how to fight. I can think for myself. And frankly, I got sick of the ‘safety in numbers’ business when it seemed ‘the numbers’ were always the ones who got to pick my enemies for me. And no one—” His eyes burn into Hawk. “No one decides that but me. I hurt who I like when I like, and I’ll fucking gut anyone who gets in my way.”

Hawk exhales slowly, keeping his scowl pulled tight.

“So…what?” Hawk sneers. “You’re going to fight Cobra Kai by yourself now? That’s so fucking stupid.”

“Not all of them. Some of your class are just brainwashed idiots who don’t know what they’re doing.” He sighs, shaking his head. “And you, Eli…well, I think you’ve lost sight of who your true enemy is. I was hoping I could help.”

“You really bounced?” Hawk narrows his eyes, still trying to make sense of everything. “After everything, you…just up and left?”

It can’t be that easy. He knows it wouldn’t be in Cobra Kai.

“Yeah.” Demetri shrugs. “And now I have way more time for important things.”

“I don’t get it.” Hawk’s frown deepens. “Why would you strike off on your own? Did something happen?”

“You happened.”

Short. Simple. Concise.

Completely baffling.

Not that that was anything new today.

Maybe it’s Hawk’s imagination, but the knife loosens a little.

“Don’t you get it?” For the first time all night, something like genuine anguish prods through Demetri’s voice. “I meant what I said. I never gave a rat’s ass about the karate wars, or the stupid dojo feuds. All I ever wanted was to be worth your fucking time again.”

All Hawk can do is stare.

It doesn’t make sense. None of this makes any fucking sense.

“And sure,” Demetri concedes after a moment. “At first, I wanted to do right by Mr. LaRusso. By Sam. They were the ones who taught me. Toughened me up into something worthwhile. Worked with all the shit you thought was a lost cause. But it was always a means to an end to stay relevant to you. Then after what happened with Moon, I genuinely thought the Miyagi-Do philosophy would help you. But I learned soon enough that you were in too deep for appealing to the Old Eli to work. No, I had to speak to you in your own language.”

He licks his lips as the knife starts to slide up Hawk’s neck again, dancing over the bottom of his chin and onto the plump skin of his lips.

“Aggression. Violence. Dominance.” He chuckles. “Wasn’t my go-to, but if it got your attention, I could make it work. And I guess I did, huh? I riled you up enough that you couldn’t leave me alone.”

“You wanted to piss me off?”

“If that’s what it took to keep you coming back for more.” And there it is again—that wide, sadistic grin that feels so brutally wrong. “You can leave me, Eli. You can disown me. You can shit on everything we had and make my life a living hell. But you can’t bring yourself to just ignore me. Because you’re so weak that you can’t bear to refuse the bait when I press your buttons. Because as much as you claim to hate me, you can’t move on from me.”

“And now you ditch your team to…what? Fight me on your own?” Hawk matches Demetri’s grin with one of his own. “I’d wreck you. And deep down, you know it.”

“So presumptuous.” Demetri shakes his head, tutting. “Frankly, I came here tonight because I’m sick of fighting you.”

“Says the one with a knife to my throat.”

“That’s because you don’t fucking listen without me having to resort to extreme measures,” Demetri hisses. “I think we’re a lot closer to being on the same page than you think. And maybe if you dropped this whole tribalism bullshit, you’d see that.”

So Demetri wants a truce. Hawk should have known.

He’s not surprised. But the way they arrived here?

Now that’s a twist.

It’s still an insane concept. Like he’s supposed to let his greatest enemy off the hook. Let Demetri get away with all the ways he’s undermined him and humiliated him and put the Old Eli—the weak, pathetic nerd Eli—on blast for all the world to see.

But if Demetri really left Miyagi Do…

Hawk finds himself wondering how much of his rage against the Miyagi Dos is his own, and how much is Sensei Kreese’s. And if Demetri’s truly deserted “the enemy,” does Hawk still have to hate him?

Does he even want to?

Demetri isn’t that pathetic, sniveling dweeb anymore. He’s crushed his old self as brutally as Hawk has.

Because the Demetri Hawk has known all his life could scarcely bring himself to cook with sharp knives, let alone use one to threaten another human being’s life.

Or take one.

But despite everything, something still doesn’t add up.

“I heard about your little rousing speech,” Hawk says. “About how important it was for Miyagi Do and Eagle Fang to unite against the ‘biggest assholes in the Valley.’ And now you’ve abandoned both of them. Was that all just a load of crap, then?”

Demetri is unfazed.

“Call me naïve, but I thought if Miguel and I were on the same team, you’d finally see some damn sense. You’d hurt me, sure. I’ve known that for a while. But I never thought you’d touch the kid you went on a vengeance quest for.” He shrugs. “Color me surprised when you wrote him off as just another enemy.”

“I told you.” Hawk works his fingers against the wall again, uneasiness trickling over his skin. “Miguel chose his side.”

“Be that as it may. I figured if you were so far gone that you were ready to wail on literally every person you used to be friends with, I needed to adjust my strategy.”

“For what?”

“For getting through to you. For getting you to tell the truth.”

And Hawk doesn’t want to think for too long about what truth Demetri has in mind.

“So you pull out a fucking knife.”

“Mhm.” Demetri snickers. “That’s how you communicate, yeah? Threats and intimidation?”

Hawk clenches his jaw. “I’m not scared of you.”

“Is that so.” The arm suddenly lifts from squeezing Hawk’s chest, long fingers seizing his wrist. He’s too surprised to pry them away.

He really should be expecting this kind of insane bullshit by now.

“Your pulse is going haywire, Eli,” Demetri murmurs. “Either you’re a liar, or something else has you energized. I wonder what that could be?”

It’s then Hawk’s mind fully catches up to its surroundings.

He rips his wrist away, pivoting away from the knife and sending a knee into Demetri’s ribs. The knife tip slices his cheek, but so be it. He’s endured worse.

Demetri gasps, stumbling back. Hawk makes a grab for the knife.

The taller boy is still too quick. He holds the weapon out of reach, using his other arm to thrust Hawk’s body back.

Before Demetri can do anything else, Hawk squats down and sweeps his leg. With a grunt, his opponent stumbles to the floor.

Something seizes Hawk’s ankles as he stands. He cries out as he’s yanked backward with surprising force, landing on the floor next to Demetri.

Hawk scrambles for the bed, trying to writhe out of Demetri’s grip and hoist himself up by the covers.

It’ll be over when I have the high ground.

What a stupid reference to think about.

It reminds him of the kind of game he and Demetri might have once played. Whoever made it onto the bed would get to be Obi-Wan, and whoever stayed on the floor would have to be Anakin, drowning in lava.

The idea leaves him feeling strange.

Demetri doesn’t let go, snarling like a hyena as he tries to tug Hawk back. The knife teases his skin, an imminent threat if he makes any moves too sudden.

He’d kick the annoying asshole away from him, but he doesn’t want the sole of his foot sliced open. If he can’t walk, he can’t fight.

Suddenly, Demetri cries out, grip loosening. In Hawk’s struggles, he must’ve rammed into a sensitive spot. He yanks himself free, scrambling onto the bed and frantically trying to plan his next move.

He realizes his mistake a half-second too late.

Demetri, gleefully bluffing, rises to his full height. Smirking, he pounces like a jaguar.

He lands heavily on Hawk’s stomach, slamming him against the bed. The back of his head smacks against the headboard, filling his vision with stars.

He barely has time to let out a pained gasp before Demetri’s knees are digging into his quadriceps, pinning him again. Growling, he aims a punch at Demetri’s throat.

His fist meets its target, pulling a strangled gasp. Hawk clasps his arms around Demetri’s torso, trying to thrust him off the bed.

For a moment they struggle, yanking and shoving wildly in an attempt to gain an advantage. Then Hawk feels long arms wrap around his back, bony fingers clutching at his throat.

The tingling pain of blade against skin, and Hawk realizes Demetri kept hold of his knife.

Whenever I think he’s finally going to drop that damned thing…

The knife jabs into him, strengthening its grip until he’s pressed flat on his back. At last Demetri loosens his grip, sizing up his victim with a satisfied beam.

Hawk squirms, bed creaking as he does his best to jostle Demetri off. The other boy holds fast, gazing down at him with a pitying look.

The blade digs in again, and Hawk’s struggles weaken.

“Come now. How many times do we have to go over this?”

“Let. Me. Go.”

“I don’t believe I was finished.”

Demetri tilts his head to the side, breaking into another crazed grin that sends dread trickling straight down to Hawk’s bones.

“Shut up Demetri.”

“I see you staring at me. All this time, and all these girls you tried so hard to fuck, and everything always comes back to your stupid middle school infatuation.”

“SHUT UP!”

Hawk squeezes his eyes shut, trying to bleach Demetri’s cold, smug expression from his mind.

“Right after you had your Bar Mitzvah, you asked me to kiss you. You figured since I already had mine, we were both adults now. And adults do grown-up things like kissing.”

“STOP IT!”

And suddenly Hawk is screaming at the top of his lungs because he knows where this is going. Because they were just stupid kids, and that can’t mean anything.

“I said of course I would, because I’d always liked you, Eli.” Demetri’s voice only grows louder—more insistent. “And I go in to give you a peck, and you grab my arms and stick your entire tongue in my mouth.”

“Shut the fuck up, Demetri!”

He feels something wet dribbling down his face, and wonders if the cut on his cheek got stretched wider in his and Demetri’s scuffle. It’s certainly stinging enough for it.

Unless…

Hawk wishes he could dissolve.

“I told you I’d kiss you a thousand more times if you wanted.” Demetri’s voice has grown sharper than his blade. “And I would have. And for a long while, I thought there might be the most infinitesimal possibility that you felt something, too. Now I know I was right.”

He laughs, the sound acrid and bitter and full of flint.

“Because even after everything, you’re still obsessed with me. You watch me across the lunchroom and pretend you’re ‘monitoring the enemy,’ but I know you miss me. You miss when I made you laugh, and you miss when I talked to people so you didn’t have to. You chase me around in every battle, but when it comes right down to it, you can’t hurt me in any significant way until you’re bullied into it. You pick fights with me so you can put your hands all over my body and not have anyone look at you askance for it.”

“FUCK YOU!”

Maybe if he screams loud enough, Demetri won’t pay too much attention to the wet trails smearing the blood from his cuts.

Caustic breath is hovering inches above Hawk, misting onto his lips. Still, he refuses to open his eyes.

“It must be exhausting, you know,” Demetri whispers. “Living your life in denial like that. Wearing your entire personality like some cheap Halloween costume and convincing yourself that’s a fulfilling existence. Don’t you want to be free?”

“I’m not hiding anything,” Hawk growls. “I do whatever I like. It’s not my fault you don’t like who I really am.”

“Who you really are, hmmm?” Demetri’s lips brush his earlobe, voice a barely-audible murmur. “So tell me the truth then, Eli. Do you still want me?”

The bluntness of the question almost blows a hole in his composure.

“Of course I don’t.”

“Stop fucking lying!”

All at once, Demetri’s voice is a deafening, furious scream again. The knife slices Hawk’s jaw.

Not enough to do any real harm, but enough to really hurt. Hawk freezes, held prisoner by the burst of sharp, sudden pain.

“It’s always lies, lies, lies with you,” Demetri snarls. “Fake name. Fake hair color. Fake personality. Fake interests. Fake friends who only kiss the ground you walk on because they’ve never seen you at your weakest. Fake relationships with girls you barely let know you—to the point you think they’d leave you for liking to code. And the absolute drivel you feed yourself that this goddamn farce is what you want to live in forever. You think you’re starring in some martial arts epic, and you’re so wrapped up in your stupid method acting that you never want to step offscreen. Like everyone’s on the edge of their seat about your pitiful life like it’s the fucking Truman Show. And at the end of the day? You’re still too much of a pussy to tell me the truth.”

Hawk’s skin tingles, shivers rippling through him. If his heart was pounding before, it’s thundering now.

Somehow it doesn’t feel like fear. He’s used to this new version of Demetri enough not to cower from him.

No, it’s something far worse. And Demetri knows it.

“You can’t hide from me.” The other boy’s tone drips with haughtiness, savoring the ability to confirm Hawk’s worst fears. “I see right through your bullshit. I always have. So I’ll ask you one more time. Do you want me?”

The knife slides down to Hawk’s throat again, pressing firmly.

“Lie and I’ll kill you.”

He’s probably bluffing. Maybe. Surely.

Perhaps it doesn’t matter anymore. Sprawled out on his childhood bed, underneath the only other person he frequently shared it with.

The person he used to watch sleep, wondering wistfully if the freak with the lip scar ever made it into his best friend’s dreams.

He opens his eyes and finally meets Demetri’s gaze, in all of its searing, insurmountable beauty.

“Yeah.”

He breathes it out quiet and fragile—a soft promise. A rare moment of openness that he lets free of his unbreakable shell.

Demetri drops the knife. It falls behind the bed, thumping onto the carpet below.

He swoops down, seizing Hawk’s neck and yanking him up. When their mouths meet, Hawk is nearly thrown back with the force of it.

Demetri kisses like a starved animal, lapping and nipping in a crazed frenzy. The weight of his muscle-toned body is crushing, locking Hawk firmly against the mattress.

He tastes like blood and cold steel and cruelty. Hawk shudders.

This time, he’s certain it isn’t fear. It’s a rush he only thought he could get from smashing his fists against plastic or skin, or feeling another person’s body go limp and lifeless underneath his.

And it’s ironic. The more Demetri tries to devour Hawk, the more Hawk wants to let it happen.

There’s an odd satisfaction to it, he thinks. Being completely at someone else’s mercy.

And Demetri isn’t fighting with any.

***

OKAY, time for some #authorrants because I feel like some of the choices I made in this fic are. Controversial, to say the least. Lmao.

So something that has bugged the crap out of me for a while now is people in this fandom acting like there is any world where Demetri would choose Robby over Miguel. I remember after S3 dropped, there was a lot of "dId tHeY fOrGeT tHe dEmEtRi-rObBy FrIeNdShIp" type sentiment floating around irt why Demetri didn't stay in contact with Robby the way Sam and the LaRussos did. Maybe it's because, I don't know, Robby threw the guy Demetri never actually stopped being close friends with over a balcony and almost killed him???

Like. Not that these showrunners don't ever forget things, but this absolutely is not one of them. Robby paralyzing Miguel is a BEYOND valid reason to sever ties with him, especially when you were just casual dojo bros for a couple months tops. When push came to shove, Demetri pretty unequivocally CHOSE MIGUEL. He brought him a comic book in the hospital! He was thrilled to see him back at school and picked up their friendship right where it left off! He DOES NOT VISIBLY FORGIVE ROBBY UNTIL MIGUEL DOES! Idk idk it just really riles me when people do not take Demetri and Miguel's friendship into account when discussing the Demetri-Robby relationship and why they stopped being friends when they did. Tbh I don't think it's that hot of a take to assume Demetri would have more loyalty to the guy who befriended him when he was a nobody and proceeded to be one of his closest ride-or-die friends for a whole-ass year over the guy he was casual buds with because they happened to share a karate instructor -_____- I could go on about this for several more paragraphs, but that's a rant for another day.

(As far as the LaRussos go, they were all closer to Robby and were basically his adoptive family, which is why they--particularly Sam--were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt and say the Miguel thing was an accident. Demetri didn't know Robby well enough to make that call, and had no actual proof it WAS an accident except for maybe Sam's word.)

Some other things to ramble about:

I remember in some interview a while back (I think with Martin Kove?) someone asked about Hawk and Marty or whoever was being interviewed said he was "on his way to being a serial killer" or smth. And Jacob's talked a little bit about the kind of escalating delinquent shit Hawk would get up to if he was never redeemed, etc. So going with that: Bold of y'all to assume the kid simping for Hawk since episode 1 wouldn't renounce his morals and join him on the path to villainy. Sorry but I truly believe Demetri's horniness for Hawk can and would win out over any ethical qualms in the end. Also Demetri is horny for violence and evil this is canon otherwise he would in fact not have simped for S3 Hawk so PAINFULLY BADLY god bless

Also this was partly inspired by those post-S3 jokes that were like "lol what happened to Brucks??? Did Hawk kill him???"...well, what if he did, tho? O_____O

Disclaimer that I promise I do not endorse the Tory slut-shaming!!! Tbh I didn't really wanna write it, but...I think given the circumstances, Hawk WOULD be pretty furious at her for getting chummy with Robby and "betraying" Miguel. And unfortunately, since he's a teenage boy with (canonical!) misogynistic tendencies...I do think that would most likely come across as slut-shaming D: But y'all have brains y'all know I don't condone everything I write about aknhdksuyhf (Murder is probably not something you should try at home either btw)

Hopefully I didn't make Hawk too weaksauce in this ^^; My excuses are a) I suck at writing fight scenes and tend to just want to get to the psychosexual dialogue and knife-teasing, so. If I rushed anything to get there I apologize. b) Going by the school fight, Hawk is indeed thrown off when Demetri takes the offensive (especially in a super dramatic kind of way) and his confused pause is in fact enough time for Demetri to get an advantage and c) The man is thrown off his game!!! Thrown off his groove, even!!! His sissy pussy nerd ex-friend shows up acting like a disturbed maniac and he is so O_____o about it that his moves are off!!! He's sucking a little but it's not his fault 💔It's Demetri's for subverting expectations 💔

I also feel like if Demetri started McFucking Losing It and was generally less grounded in the physical and rational world, physical pain wouldn't register quite as much. Like he's in his head enough now that he's kinda lost his grip on reality and things happening in the physical world don't seem as relevant or immediate, if that makes any sense? Also idk. Maybe after the arm break his pain tolerance just went up :O Anyways that's why he recovers pretty fast when Hawk DOES land a hit. Demetri is nuts now 💙

I will die on my hill that Demetri like. Really REALLY isn't as morally upstanding as people like to think XD Like I say this with love but from the top he's been a self-interested little shit who just happens to be extremely loyal to the very small handful of people he actually likes. My dudes, he didn't join Miyagi Do because he liked their philosophy better--he joined because they were less on board with punching him in particular in the face XD This dude saw Cobra Kai being fucks and playing dirty at the AVT and he STILL up and says "I wanna come back because I like the 'safety in numbers' aspect of joining a gang" XD I always got the vibe the "well at least I'm not an asshole LIKE YOU" he throws at Eli later is more because he likes to feel self-righteous. I say all of this as his biggest fan btw. I think more people should embrace the self-interested king he is and write about him and Eli being absolute dicks together instead of to each other 💖

I guess that's what I'm here for!!!

Anyways I think Demetri and Eli have the same potential to be absolutely horrific people, and I think we're all very lucky that Demetri was too lazy to challenge his comfort zone and stick with Cobra Kai XD We're very fortunate he happened to end up using his speed and his brains to help his friends who happened to be on the Good Guy Side rather than his friends who happened to be on the Bad Guy Side.

I also think people put WAY too much stock in Demetri's ability to staunchly stick with the good guys and have enough of a moral backbone to just keep opposing Eli's douchebaggery indefinitely. My mans is NOT that much of a saint, trust. From how quickly he forgave Eli for a HUGE number of atrocities, he seemed to be like. Waiting on his ass for Eli to come back to him. And if Eli never did???

I mean. Bruh. Someone you've been deeply in love with for years throws you out like last night's trash and just progressively starts being more and more awful to you??? You think it's feasible for my boy Demetri to stay strong and sane and reasonable forever, and just keep on fighting the good fight??? HELL NO. This dude is either a) quitting karate and moving schools so he doesn't have to deal with constantly being pummeled by the dude he's in love with or b) going completely fucking insane from the cognitive dissonance of being in love with a dude who constantly beats his ass.

Listen. I have been in love. If my friend who I was in love with turned evil and joined an evil karate school and started wailing on me all the time, I would either pull an Aisha and haul ass out of there or I would simply lose my mind and become evil. Go full Jinx from Arcane. Sorry if you're a hater who doesn't think Demetri Alexopoulos has it in him to go apeshit, but you're wrong and also boring. The funny kooky comic relief guys are always one thread away from losing their shit because everyone assumes because they're funny and kooky they have no depth and no end to their bullshit tolerance. I would know because I am one of these Guys in real life. Put some respecc on my boy's name and also give him another knife 🔪

For anyone looking at me askance like "Demetri doesn't have it in him to kill!" Yes he does. I'm sending him over to your house to stab you right now 🩵

No fr tho, like there was MURDER in this man's eyes when Kyler was bullying Eli in the library. There was MURDER in this man's eyes fighting Robby at the AVT in S4. I have full confidence that if he could get away with stabbing his enemies, he would. So would Eli but I feel like this is a less contested opinion.

Also this is interesting so it's something I might go into detail about in another post, but one thing I noticed while kinda brainstorming how Demetri would snap is that Demetri is loyal to people, while Eli is loyal to concepts and ideas.

Demetri I don't think is actually that married to or slavish about MD principles tbh. Demetri isn't really averse to violence conceptually (even back in S1 it's only ever about him disliking BEING hit, not disliking hitting people!!) and doesn't actually do the defense-only thing that often. Several times we see him instigate with Hawk, or help Sam instigate with CK in general. The times we see him stick his neck out to really help Miyagi Do, he seems like he's doing so more out of loyalty to his friends (namely Sam, Chris, and Nate--also Miguel irt the dojo team-up at the end of S3) than loyalty to Miyagi Do as a dojo.

Eli, meanwhile, is way more loyal to concepts he puts a lot of stock in than the people in his life who challenge this. He sees Cobra Kai as this almighty saving grace that is for LIFE, and he doesn't think twice about ditching Demetri and Miguel when they turn their backs on it. He stays in this dojo even as his friends leave and it fills up with people he hates, and his sensei dismisses and ignores his concerns. Because this dojo saved him from his horrible, bullied life, and now he feels like he owes everything to the Cobra Kai name, despite who's actually behind the name. Also why I think Demetri uses "my karate dojo needs your help!" as the selling point to get Eli to join MD in S4. HIS motivation is probably much more that he just wants him and Eli to stay together, but he knows Eli values dojo loyalty above everything, so Dem kinda makes it more about that than friendship.

Anyways! That's all for now! The whole fic should be up on my AO3 sometime in December :3

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bluektw · 6 months ago

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MORE TORY/EDWIN/BIG RED HC'S

(now featuring Kyler) (because the trailer and Reddit ruined my hopes for a decent arc for my girl)

- Tory was the last one to acknowledge Kyler as an actual friend, only after she saw his relationship with his dad first hand she made up her mind about him.

- After Kyler joined the group Edwin was slightly favoring him over Tory and Red, and that made those two get closer than they had ever been

- But Edwin stopped doing that when he realized it was happening and they're still a really close trio

- Tory and Red have a weird need to make Edwin feel included in everything they do, cause the in previous trio (Rickenberger, Big Red and Edwin), Ricken and Red were quite closer to each other than with him. When Tory joined and they became quartet things got even, but after Ricken left both feel the need to make him feel included with them.

- Edwin knows he deserves better than Kyler and he doesn't care, but Tory and Red care and threaten to murder Kyler if he wrongs Edwin pretty much every day

- Tory has a button up she got from Red, a T-shirt she got from Kyler and a hoodie she got from Edwin.

- Whenever she shows up wearing one them, the previous owner gets all smug and cocky. The others just accept that. (And maybe the one she wears the most is Red's and Edwin and Kyler are sick of his bs already but that's not the point ok?)

- Little Red has already joined them in some movie/game nights (against his will, dad forced him), ended up liking it, but hid this from everyone at Miyagi Fang (and the four of them) like he was fearing for his life

- Tory was the first person to notice Kenny's kinda crush on Devon. Edwin noticed Devon's kinda crush on Kenny. And now every time the four see them together Edwin or Kyler start singing "Sweet Home Alabama" (I shipp them and I will not be accepting criticism)

- Red plays with Tory's hair a lot. Edwin likes to braid her hair. Kyler is not allowed to touch her hair.

- Red is a master at hockey. Edwin plays the piano really well. Tory is an amazing skater obv. Kyler is surprisingly good in laser tag.

- That being said, Kyler is really shitty at hockey, Tory couldn't play the piano to save her life, Red is a terrible skater (in rollers) and Edwin hates laser tag.

- Red tried, failed and gave up teaching Kyler to play hockey. Edwin gave up teaching music to Tory. Tory succeed (the only one that did) in teaching Red skate in rollers. Kyler gave up trying to make Edwin enjoy laser tag

- They have duos (T/BR and E/K), but they mix them up sometimes (Ex: Tory and Edwin can cook and know their way in the kitchen, Kyler and Red are great gamers, Tory and Kyler have drinks knowledge, Red and Edwin love murder mystery stuff)

- Tory, Red and Edwin prefer Kreese over Silver (Though Red liked Kim a little). Kyler prefers Silver and they argue because of that (especially him and Tory)

- Edwin is the only one of them who has a good relationship with both of his parents (Red and his mom have issues because his brother is the golden child to her, but him and Little Red are mostly good. Kyler and his dad have a slightly toxic relationship. Tory doesn't "have" her father)

- Edwin's mom is, in fact, a maternal figure to Red, while his dad is one to Kyler, none of them are to Tory cause she had Kreese and her mom, but both really like her a lot

- Big Red, Edwin and Kyler LOVE to go the restaurant Tory works now (I like to think is an Italian restaurant) and the rink. She likes depending on the day they come and likes them better if they don't annoy her during her shifts

- One time Kyler forced them to go to a karaoke bar of some sort. four sang Livin' La Vida Loca (by Ricky Martin) together

- Robby doesn't really like hanging out with the three boys cause he feels they still want to kill him (they do), Tory always asks if he wants to hang out with them, even after realizing he usually denied, and he likes she keeps asking even knowing he'll say no. (The others HATE that she keeps asking)

#tory nichols #big red #edwin #kyler park #I'm not sure i should tag Robby Kreese and Kim #anyway #can season six give me them for real?#just one scene #one #I'm willing to get more crumbles #i already have no hope #but i will hold onto this hc for dear life

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cobrawrangler · 7 days ago

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For John Kreese please and thank you !! (Karate kid 1)

The reader and Johnny have been friends since freshman year and know they're both seniors (18 and 18) and Kreese notices the reader always staring at him while he's training the kids in the dojo?

A New Focus

ᴷʳᵉᵉˢᵉ ˣ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍᵉʳ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ, ʲᵒʰⁿʸ & ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ, ᵗⁱᵐᵉˡⁱⁿᵉ ⁻ ¹⁹⁸⁴, ᵇᵒᵗʰ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ & ᴶᵒʰⁿⁿʸ ᵃʳᵉ ¹⁸, ᴷʳᵉᵉˢᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵃ ʰᵘⁿᶜʰ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ, ⁿᵒ ˢᵐᵘᵗ, ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸ/ⁿ

(Might make a part 2 of this, not sure though)

Johnny Lawrence had known you since freshman year, and in all that time, he’d never pegged you as the type to crush on someone like John Kreese. The thought didn’t even occur to him—until today.

You and Johnny were inseparable, bonded by shared pranks, whispered conversations in detention, and late-night rides on his bike. Now seniors at West Valley High, you both had matured, though Johnny still carried his cocky charm.

The Cobra Kai dojo had become a second home for you both. For Johnny, it was the perfect outlet for his frustrations and energy. For you, it was a space to focus, to watch, and lately… To observe Kreese.

Johnny noticed first during warm-ups. While the rest of the class was focused on their katas, your gaze was unmistakably elsewhere—fixed on Kreese, who was demonstrating a move with his usual sharp precision.

After class, while everyone else filed out, Johnny grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side.

“Alright, spill it,” he said, crossing his arms over his gi.

You frowned, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Spill what?”

Johnny smirked, but there was a flicker of disbelief in his blue eyes. “Don’t play dumb. You were staring at Kreese the whole time.”

Your cheeks turned pink, and you looked away, fiddling with the strap of your gym bag. “No, I wasn’t.”

“Oh, come on,” Johnny scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You like him. Seriously? Kreese?”

The accusation hung in the air, and you shifted uncomfortably. “It’s not like that!” you hissed, lowering your voice to avoid being overheard.

“Then what is it?” Johnny pressed, his tone half-teasing, half-concerned. “Because from where I was standing, it looked like you were undressing him with your eyes.”

“Johnny!” you whisper-yelled, smacking his arm.

He laughed, but the sound quickly faded when he noticed your flustered expression. “Wait, are you serious?”

You sighed, realizing there was no point in lying. “I don’t know, okay? He’s just… I don’t know. Intense. Confident. He knows what he’s doing.”

Johnny’s expression morphed into one of pure incredulity. “He’s also like… ancient. And terrifying. And—did I mention terrifying?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Johnny’s reaction, though it did little to ease your embarrassment. “It’s not like I’m planning on doing anything about it,” you muttered. “It’s just… a stupid crush.”

Johnny studied you for a moment before sighing dramatically. “Well, at least you’re not trying to date Tommy or something. But seriously, Kreese? That guy’s all about ‘no mercy.’ He’s not exactly boyfriend material.”

“I know that!” you said, exasperated.

Johnny shook his head, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re unbelievable.”

Despite the teasing, there was a warmth in his voice that reassured you.

As the two of you walked out of the dojo together, Johnny threw an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your little secret safe—for now. But if you start writing ‘Mrs. Kreese’ in your notebooks, we’re gonna have to have a serious talk.”

The days at Cobra Kai continued as usual, or so it seemed. You tried to be more discreet, aware that Johnny's teasing had planted a seed of paranoia. Still, you couldn’t help yourself. Something about Kreese’s commanding presence drew your attention like a moth to a flame.

Unbeknownst to you, Kreese had started noticing.

At first, he chalked it up to simple admiration. Students often watched him closely, trying to emulate his precision and strength. But with you, it felt… different. Your gaze lingered longer, your attention unwavering even when the rest of the class was focused on their own training.

One evening, after most of the students had left, Kreese approached Johnny, who was idly kicking at the punching bag.

“Lawrence,” Kreese said, his tone sharp but calm.

Johnny turned, surprised. “Yeah, Sensei?”

“Your friend,” Kreese said, nodding in your direction as you packed up your bag in the corner. “She’s been… observant lately.”

Johnny froze, his mind racing. “Uh, yeah, she’s… focused, I guess. Why?”

Kreese’s eyes narrowed slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “She’s got potential, but there’s something else. She seems… distracted.”

Johnny’s face flushed, and he immediately started fumbling for an answer. “Distracted? Nah, she’s just, uh… dedicated. You know how she is.”

Kreese raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Dedicated, huh? Interesting.”

Before Johnny could dig himself a deeper hole, Kreese dismissed him with a curt nod and strode over to you.

You were zipping up your bag when his shadow fell over you. Looking up, you found Kreese’s gaze fixed on you.

“Staying late tonight?” he asked, his voice low and commanding.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Oh, no. I was just about to head out.”

Kreese nodded, his expression unreadable. “You’ve been paying close attention during training. That’s good. Focus is important.”

You swallowed hard, unsure if he was complimenting you or calling you out. “Thank you, Sensei.”

His smirk deepened, as if he could see right through you. “But be careful. Too much focus on the wrong things can be… distracting.”

Your face burned, and you quickly looked away, mumbling something about needing to leave. Kreese stepped aside, allowing you to pass, but you could feel his gaze lingering as you hurried out the door.

Outside, Johnny was waiting for you, leaning casually against his car.

“What the hell was that about?” he asked as you approached, his eyes wide with disbelief.

You shook your head, your mind still racing. “I think… I think he knows.”

Johnny groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Great. Just great. Now I’ve gotta deal with you crushing on Kreese and him knowing about it. This is a nightmare.”

Despite Johnny’s dramatics, you couldn’t help but feel a strange thrill. Kreese had noticed you—and while his words were cryptic, there was something in his tone that made your pulse quicken.

As you climbed into Johnny’s car, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

The days after Kreese’s cryptic comment passed uneventfully, but there was an unspoken tension in the air, especially whenever you caught yourself looking his way during training.

You tried to stay focused on the moves, but your thoughts kept drifting back to him. You’d never openly acknowledged your feelings to anyone, not even Johnny, but something about his sharp eyes, his silent command of the dojo… it was impossible to ignore.

It was one late afternoon after practice when Johnny finally decided to take advantage of the situation.

You were leaning against a wall, drying your face with a towel, when he sidled up beside you, that familiar mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"So," Johnny said, a little too casually, "when we graduate, are you gonna try and get into Kreese’s pants or what?"

You blinked, caught off guard, before your cheeks flushed an embarrassing shade of red. You shot him a glare, but he was already cracking up, the bastard.

"Johnny, what the hell?" you hissed, trying to shove him away.

But Johnny only laughed louder, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “Oh, come on. I saw the way you look at him. He’s got that whole ‘I’ll train you with no mercy’ thing going, and I gotta admit, he’s got you hooked.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I don’t like him, Johnny. You’re being ridiculous.”

Johnny snickered. “Sure, sure. Tell me another one. You know, for someone who swears up and down that she doesn’t have a thing for Kreese, you’ve sure been staring at him a lot.”

You were about to protest again when you heard a low voice from behind you, smooth and calculated.

“Is that so?”

You froze, your heart racing. Slowly, you turned around to find Kreese standing a few feet away, arms crossed and his eyes trained on you, unreadable.

Johnny’s grin faltered for a second as he looked at Kreese, then back at you, clearly understanding the magnitude of the situation. “Uh… Sensei.”

You could feel your throat dry up, your thoughts scrambling for anything coherent to say. But Kreese’s steady gaze held you in place, his silence almost more deafening than any comment he might have made.

Kreese took a step closer, his voice cool but firm. “I overheard your little conversation.” His eyes flickered briefly to Johnny, then back to you. “I’m curious. Do you really think I don’t notice things?”

Your face turned crimson, and you stammered, “I-I—“

Johnny snickered beside you, unable to resist the temptation to tease you further. “Looks like Kreese caught you, huh? Guess he’s onto you now.”

Kreese, however, was much more composed than either of you. His stare never wavered. "You're right to be focused on your training. That’s what’s important here, not personal distractions. But perhaps…" His lips curved into the slightest, almost predatory smile. “Perhaps there’s more to it than just admiration. After all, focus can become obsession, can’t it?”

The air grew thick, heavy with unspoken tension. You could feel Johnny’s teasing die down, replaced by a nervous energy that seemed to come from both of you. It wasn’t just a joke anymore.

Kreese's words lingered in your mind as he turned away, leaving you both to stew in the awkward silence he’d created. His presence alone seemed to command the room, and even after he walked away, you felt like he was still watching you, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

Johnny, ever the bold one, nudged you with his elbow. “Damn, Kreese doesn’t miss a thing, huh?”

You didn’t answer. You were too lost in the implication of Kreese’s words. Could he really have been aware of your feelings all along? Was it just your imagination, or did he actually know what you were feeling?

As the two of you made your way out of the dojo, Johnny gave you glance from the corner of his eye, his expression a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity. “Hey, if you end up getting into Kreese’s pants, just make sure I get the invite to the wedding, alright?”

You shot him an exasperated look, but deep down, you couldn’t help the strange flutter in your chest at the thought. You had no idea where this would go, or if it even could go anywhere. But with Kreese’s watchful eyes always on you, you were about to find out.

Usually, Johnny was your ride home after practice. But today, he’d called earlier in the morning that he wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t make it. You didn’t mind walking, but it was dark now, and the thought of walking alone through the streets so late didn’t sit well with you.

You sighed, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was getting late, and you were still in your gi. You’d have to change and walk quickly to avoid being out too long.

Just as you were about to head toward the locker room to change, you noticed Kreese standing near the edge of the dojo, his silhouette framed by the dim light. He hadn’t left yet, and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of his earlier words from yesterday. The awkwardness was palpable, and you weren’t sure if you should even look in his direction.

But as you started to walk toward the back, you heard his voice, low and smooth, cutting through the silence.

“[Y/N],” Kreese called out.

You froze mid-step. Your heart raced, and you slowly turned to face him, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

He was looking at you with an unreadable expression, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, as if he’d been watching you for a while. “You’re heading out?”

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. Johnny’s not feeling well, so I was just about to walk home.”

Kreese’s eyes narrowed slightly, as though he were evaluating the situation. You tried to avoid his gaze, but it was hard when he was standing so close, his presence commanding the space around you.

“You’re walking home alone? This late?” he asked, his voice low, but there was a hint of concern buried beneath the usual coldness.

You nodded again, trying to play it off. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a short walk.”

Kreese didn’t seem convinced. His gaze flickered toward the door, and then back to you. You could tell he was weighing his options, as if deciding whether or not to say something. After a beat of silence, he spoke again, his voice softer than before.

“I can give you a ride, if you’d like,” he offered, his tone unexpectedly casual.

You blinked, taken aback. Of all the people you expected to offer you a ride, Kreese was at the very bottom of the list. And yet, here he was, standing in front of you, waiting for your response.

It wasn’t just the offer that threw you off—it was the way he said it. There was no mockery, no hidden agenda. Just a simple, genuine offer.

You opened your mouth to decline, but then stopped yourself. It was late, and the thought of walking alone made you uneasy. And, as much as you hated to admit it, you weren’t sure you’d feel safer with anyone else right now.

“Okay,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Thanks.”

Kreese gave you a small nod, his expression neutral as he gestured toward the door. “Let’s get going, then.”

You grabbed your bag, still unsure how to act around him after everything that had happened the day before. The air between you felt charged, thick with unspoken words and the lingering tension from his earlier observations. You walked toward the door, and Kreese followed, his steps quiet but purposeful.

As you stepped into the cool night air, you noticed the sleek black car parked near the curb. Kreese opened the passenger door for you with an almost courteous gesture. You hesitated for a moment before sliding into the seat, the leather feeling oddly cold against your skin.

The drive was quiet at first. Kreese’s car hummed softly as he drove, his hands steady on the wheel. You couldn’t help but feel the weight of the silence pressing in on you. The tension from yesterday’s conversation still hung between you like a thick fog.

After a few moments, Kreese broke the silence, his voice low and calm. “You’re not usually this quiet.”

You blinked, surprised that he’d even noticed. “I guess I’m just tired,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze.

Kreese didn’t respond immediately, but you could feel his eyes flicking toward you in the rearview mirror. “You don’t have to be nervous around me,” he said, his tone almost… reassuring? “I’m not going to bite.”

You swallowed hard, unsure if you were more nervous about the ride or about the strange connection that seemed to be forming between you two. “I’m not nervous,” you said, though the words sounded hollow even to your own ears.

Kreese let out a soft chuckle, his eyes still on the road. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I know what’s going on.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He knew.

You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him, your eyes wide. “What do you mean?”

He glanced at you briefly before returning his focus to the road. “I’ve been around long enough to know when someone’s interested in something—or someone.” His voice was smooth, almost like he was speaking from experience. “You don’t have to hide it.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you turned your gaze to the window, trying to hide the flush creeping up your neck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you muttered, though your voice betrayed you.

Kreese didn’t say anything else for the rest of the drive, but you could feel his eyes occasionally flicking toward you, as though he was waiting for you to say something. You kept your gaze fixed on the passing streetlights, your mind racing.

When the car finally pulled up in front of your house, you were almost relieved. You didn’t know how much more of this strange, charged silence you could handle.

Kreese stopped the car and turned to face you, his expression unreadable. “Here we are.”

You nodded, fumbling for the door handle. As you opened the door, Kreese spoke again, his voice softer than before.

“Take care.”

You glanced back at him, surprised by the unexpected warmth in his words. “Thanks for the ride,” you said quietly, stepping out of the car, closing the door as he rolled down the window from the passenger side, which your thank you only got you a hum from Kreese.

He watched you step up the stairs and toward your front door, making sure you got in okay before driving down the road.

#john kreese x reader #john kreese #karate kid #the karate kid #tkk #johnny lawrence #♡ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅꜰɪᴄꜱ #cobra kai season 6

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waitingandwishing · 2 months ago

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(Cross posted on Wattpad and AO3)

~Haven't I given enough?~

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Trixie pulled up to the Miyagi-Do Dojo with a sigh, running her hands through her hair with a yawn. She barely got any sleep last night. Or the night before. Or the night before that.

Kreese’s words plagued her mind and it didn’t help that she had to study for the last minute essay’s all the teachers managed to cram in before summer.

She almost ran into an old man, one with silver hair tied back into a slick ponytail. “Oh, sorry.” She apologized, going to maneuver around him before the man called out her name.

“Beatrix, right?”

A nauseous feeling settled into her gut as she turned slowly to meet his gaze, “Yes? Do I know you?”

“So this is who Kreese was talking about.” Silver smiled, “You seem the type to have some fire in you. A deep anger buried within.”

“Do all Cobra Kai sensei’s use the same words or is that just between you and Kreese?” Trixie frowned and Silver chuckled.

“Yep, you’ve got that fire in you. Reminds me of Nichols.” Silver said and Trixie stiffened.

“I don’t… I’m sorry, but if you’re here to recruit me again, I’m still declining.” Trixie crossed her arms.

“Oh, it’s not anything like that. I’m simply complimenting you.” Silver said, “I saw your fight during the All Valley last year. You looked as if… You were holding back.”

“I-I… Wasn’t holding back.” Trixie said, unknowingly making herself look as small as she felt she was.

Silver shook his head, “That’s not what I saw.” He said, “I saw something carnal. Something internal going through your head. You remind me of me.”

“I’m nothing like you. I don’t know who you are, but stay away from me and Miyagi-Do.” She said and walked away, brushing past Kreese who walked past her through the gate.

“Trixie, come on in.” Daniel guided her inside to the rest of the students who stared at her restless state.

Trixie felt dizzy, a wave of nauseousness fell over her as she entered the house. “Hey… Who was that?” She asked and everyone shrugged.

“We’re not sure. Sensei Larusso knows him, I heard him say his name was Silver or something like that.” Hawl shrugged and Trixie nodded.

“Hey, you okay?” Miguel asked as the blue haired girl leaned on him for support.

Her vision started to blur, sounds around her faded, and her skin turned pale. Before she knew it, her legs felt weak, and she slumped to the floor, her body going limp as her mind fades into unconsciousness.

“Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah,” Miguel caught Trixie from fainting. “Shit! Hey… Hey! Call 911!”

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Trixie stirred on the bed, her eyelids fluttering as she began to wake up. The sterile smell of the room and the soft hum of machines greet her senses first.

She felt disoriented, her mind foggy as she tried to piece together what happened. Slowly, the memory of fainting begins to come back. She had fainted at the dojo in Miguel’s arms right after meeting that random old guy…

As she opened her eyes fully, she noticed the concerned faces of Patrick and Camille and the soft yet attentive gaze of a nurse by her bedside. “Hi, honey… Don’t worry, nothing bad happened. You just fainted and were brought to the hospital as a precaution. There’s no need to worry.” The nurse gently reassured her. “How do you feel?”

“I… I feel alright, a bit groggy.” Trixie muttered. The doctor came in and sat down in a chair, rolling it over to her.

“You might have fainted from dehydration and exhaustion or stress,” The doctor explained, “I advise you to rest, hydrate, and take it easy for a while.”

Trixie nodded as Trick came up to her, “You feeling alright?” he asked.

“I just fainted, what do you think?” She shrugged and Trick smiled. Her family members hover nearby, relieved she's awake but eager to hear what the doctor has to say.

“You’ve got to take care of yourself.” He said, “You've been going out more and more lately and I think it’s been wearing you down. Remember what Sarah said? Take time for yourself.

Trixie nodded, “Right… Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for the way you are. Just try to build better habits.” Trick handed her a cup of water, “Now, drink. It’s been a couple of hours since you’ve had water.”

Camille came up to her and handed her a drawing, “Trickie told me to make you something.” She said.

Trixie smiled as she saw the brightly colored crayon lines streaked across the page to create a little house with Camille, Trixie, and Trick all standing outside it. A small sun was placed in a corner and lines of smoke came from the chimney.

“Well, it's one of a kind. I might have to frame it later.” Trixie smiled and Camille giggled.

“I know! I’m an artist, aren’t I?” Camille grinned and Trixie chuckled. When had she gotten so mature?

Trick and Camille both left Trixie alone in the hospital room and with each passing moment, she felt a little stronger, and soon she was sitting up, sipping water as she slowly regained her energy.

“Hey.” A door knock interrupted the silence. Trixie turned to see Miguel with his hands hidden.

“Hi, Miguel.” She smiled, slightly suspicious of what he was hiding behind his back, “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” Miguel asked innocently, walking towards the hospital bed trying to hide a smile. Trixie smiled, a look of fondness in her eyes at his adorableness. Yep, he was still a dork on the inside.

“That thing you’re hiding behind your back.” Trixie raised an eyebrow as Miguel sat next to her with a grin.

“Oh, well, it’s just a small gift.” Miguel held up a plastic bag and handed it to her with a giddy smile. She opened it and gasped slightly as she spotted a pint of bubblegum ice cream, a small cat toy for Dory, and a small card that read ‘Hopefully you’ll BEE better soon!’ with all of her friends' signatures signed onto the card.

Trixie giggled slightly at the card before turning to Miguel, “Was this everyone's idea or yours?” She asked and Miguel shrugged.

“The card was Sam’s idea but everything else was, uh, mine.” Miguel said, rubbing the back of his head with a shy smile, “Hopefully you have a buzz-tacular recovery?”

“Pfft… That was horrible. But I’ll try to bee positive.” Trixie smirked, “But, really, thank you. I can’t believe you remembered my favorite ice cream flavor.”

“Well, it’s really the only thing you even talk about so…” Miguel’s voice trailed off with a shrug, “But, uh, there’s a-also another card.” He said, gesturing to the bag.

Trixie frowned, digging through the plastic bag before finding an off-white colored card. She opened it and gasped at what she saw inside.

‘I may not be a Heather, but I’m Red-y to go to prom with you.’ Trixie grinned at the sight before turning to Miguel, “You are such a dork.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek, “Of course I will!” Trixie laughed.

“Oh thank god.” Miguel breathed out with a relieved sigh, “I thought this was gonna go south.”

“Of course not, you think I’m that heartless?” Trixie asked with a giggle, “I’d love to, Miguel.”

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“Hey.” Miguel slid past a dude next to Trixie’s locker. The blue-haired girl grabbed a book from her locker with a smile.

“Hi.” Trixie slammed her locker shut, eyeing the way Miguel’s eyes flickered past her and onto the floor. “Something wrong?” She asked.

Miguel whipped out his phone, showing her Johnny’s twitter rants. “Is that what I think it is?” Trixie asked and Miguel nodded.

“Sensei went on a twitter rant last night, you didn’t get the notifications?” He asked and Trixie shrugged.

“My brother made me turn off all my notifications for everything except my therapist, he says it’ll calm me down.” Trixie shrugged and Miguel nodded before spotting Hawk, Demetri, and Sam.

“Yo. You guys won't believe this.” Miguel called over to them, “Sensei got drunk and went on a Twitter rant.” He showed them the same thing he showed Trixie.

“I believe everything except for the part where he knows how to tweet.” Demetri said with a slightly concerned expression.

“Looks like he and Sensei LaRusso are gonna have a rematch.” Miguel said with a discouraged sigh.

“They're really gonna fight?” Hawk asked and Trixie frowned, he seemed to be a bit more happy then he should’ve.

“They're really gonna fight?

“We should’ve seen this coming, I mean, their styles are totally different.” Trixie crossed her arms, “Sensei Larusso’s is to talk and then fight and Sensei Lawrences’s is to fight and save talking for later.”

“Who does he even think he's tweeting to? You're his only follower?” Demetri frowned.

“I don't know. H-He seems serious about it.” Miguel shrugged, putting his phone away.

“So this is real? Sensei and Sensei are gonna throw down?” Hawk widened his eyes, a smile forming.

“Seems like it.” Sam frowned.

“That's awesome!” Hawk grinned.

“I swear they fight like they used to be in love or something.” Trixie sighed, “Sometimes I feel like we’re the adults and they’re the toddlers…”

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“No, I’m just thinking that maybe it’s a good idea that they decide to fight it out again.” Trixie shrugged, “This is a good thing for them. Other than therapy, it might be helpful.”

“As long as they don’t kill each other?” Miguel pointed out and Trixie paused before nodding.

“Well, you’ve got a point but I just feel like this is needed. It was bound to happen, y’know?”

“No, I don’t know.”

“Oh, hey. Good timing.” Johnny called out to the two teenagers, sweat ridden down his face. “Think I've got a counter to LaRusso's bread-and-butter.” He jumped up and down with heavy breathing.

“Watch this. I make like I'm gonna walk into it again.” Johnny demonstrated what he was going to do to Daniel if he did his crane kick again, “At the last second, I slip under, shoulder check him in the balls, take him to the mat, elbow, elbow, elbow. Point. Lawrence, winner.”

“I thought that the kick was supposed to be unstoppable if he focused correctly.” Trixie frowned, “Can’t you just, I dunno, make him lose focus?”

“Please, like that pansy-bitch will lose focus.” Johnny sighed before patting Miguel on the shoulder, “All right. Here, you be him so I can try this at game speed.”

Miguel shook his head and Johnny frowned, “Gonna help me win or what?”

“Honestly, I wish you weren't fighting at all.” Miguel shrugged.

“As much as I think you need this, sensei, I think that this whole thing might break apart the dojos.” Trixie crossed her arms with pursed lips.

“Yeah. Well, too bad, 'cause it's go time. You'll thank me when we're done with the kata crap and I can prepare you for an actual fight.” Johnny smiled.

“So if you win, we train Eagle Fang. There's no Miyagi-Do?” Miguel asked.

“You got it, Pontiac.” Johnny smiled at the thought.

“But what if we don't want to stop learning Miyagi-Do?” Trixie asked, crossing her arms. “You guys know that we’re gonna be the ones participating in the tournament and not you guys, right?”

“Of course!” Johnny nodded.

“Then why do you get to decide who gets to train what? Why can’t the students who’re actually doing something decide?” Trixie huffed, “It just doesn’t make sense to me that you guys are roping us into your lovers quarrel.”

“What lovers quarrel?”

“Never mind.” Trixie sighed.

“I just think Miyagi-Do might be good for us.” Miguel added.

“What the hell are you saying? You want him to win?” Johnny walked up to the two of them with a slight glare.

“No. I… Well, I guess the way I see it, no matter who wins, nobody wins.” Miguel shrugged.

“Somebody always wins. That's how fights work. All right? No matter what ancient philosophical bullshit LaRusso's been feeding you.” Johnny frowned and Miguel scoffed.

“Okay, Sensei. Well, good luck.” Miguel and Trixie walked away, going to their respective apartments.

“Hey, how was school?” Trick asked as he flipped an egg onto the pan. Trixie set down her bag and shrugged, sitting at the counter.

“It was fine.” She said, grabbing a cookie from the counter, “School just seems… Overwhelming. There’s still so much to do.”

“I get it. But you’re way smarter than I was when I started, trust me.” Trick reassured his sister as he placed another egg on the plate.

“Oh, really? Didn't you, like, skip class all the time?” Trixie asked with a snicker.

“Okay, fair point. But that's exactly why I know you’ll be fine. Just keep showing up, and don’t be afraid to ask for help. Teachers are way cooler about that than I thought back then.” Trick chuckled.

“Oh, god, not another back in my day spiel.” Trixie groaned playfully, “Maybe I should just ask Johnny for help with school.”

“Um, no. I’m not letting you take advice from that alcoholic.” Trick pointed out, “Even if he’s your sensei and working with Mr. Larusso.”

“Alright, alright, well thanks for the minimal advice, Trick. Even if you screwed yourself over back in your day.” Trixie laughed, opening up her phone to see the screenshot of Johnny’s tweets in the karate group chat, “Sensei’s are going to fight each other later by the way.”

“Oh?” Trick placed an egg on one of the plates, “Well, tell Mr. Larusso I say good luck.”

“What, you don’t like Johnny?” Trixie asked and Trick shrugged.

“He’s the one that roped you into this mess, along with your little boyfriend.” Trick pointed out, turning around to crack another egg on the skillet. “Mr. Larusso’s got a ‘no violence only defense’ policy, I respect that.”

“Says the one that looks like he belongs in the mafia.” Trixie muttered under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Anyways, send me a video if you can.” Trick smiled, “Go get your sister for me? She’s been getting more and more friends by the week and I can’t keep up.”

“Alright.” Trixie hopped off the chair, going to her little sister's room and knocking on the door. “Camille, dinner’s ready.” The blue haired girl heard a bit of thumping around before the door whizzed open.

“You’re here!” Camille smiled and Trixie gave her a confused look.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, usually you miss dinner! I didn’t think you’d be here!” Camille grinned widely. Trixie’s smile dimmed slightly at the thought. She was right, she hadn’t spent much time being with her family.

“Well, here I am!” She smiled, picking up Camille, “Let’s go get dinner, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!” Camille yelled. Even if she was mature for her age, she was still a little kid.

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“Sensei, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, this seems like it’s escalated to something more extreme.” Trixie frowned and Daniel sighed.

“Trixie, you’re a born Miyagi-Do. I’m sorry it had to come to this but Johnny needs to see the right way.” Daniel frowned.

Trixie picked at her nails nervously as Johnny appeared at the dojo. She exchanged glances at Sam, to which she shrugged in response. “He's here! He's here, he's here!”

“Anything you wanna say to the camera, Sensei Lawrence?”

“Anything you wanna say before the fight? Sensei Lawrence, anything you wanna say?”

Johnny stepped up onto the mat in front of Daniel with a frown, “What are all the kids doing here?”

“That's what happens when you broadcast your life all over social media.” Daniel scowled in response.

“Maybe there's a better way.” Johnny reasoned. Trixie frowned, Johnny never reasoned…

“There is. You just won't admit it.” Daniel said.

“Don't you ever think you might be wrong about anything?” Johnny asked.

Daniel sighed, looking at his students before turning back to Johnny, “What are we doing here? Wanna rehash your baseless argument from last night in front of these kids?”

“No. I want what's best for them.”

“What's best for them is Miyagi-Do.” Daniel sighed, “If fighting you is the only way I can get there, let's just get this done.”

“All right, Larusso.” Johnny said, a look of disappointment in his eyes. Trixie crossed her arms, that was the problem, they were both too stubborn. “Let's finish this.”

The former Cobra Kai sensei went to change while the students conversed around each other. “Y’know, maybe I was wrong, I mean, this might be bad for both the dojos.” Trixie muttered to Miguel who nodded.

“Well, maybe it won’t be so bad. After all, you’re usually right about things, right?” Miguel gave her a hopeful glance to which she shook her head.

“I just have a gut feeling that this’ll go wrong.” Trixie said, “Oh yeah, where’s Hawk by the way? He was the one who was most excited for the fight.”

“He said he was gonna get another tattoo, he’ll probably be back later.” Miguel shrugged as Johnny came out of the dojo wearing his own Eagle Fang gi (When did he get that?) and stepped onto the deck.

Trixie and Sam stepped up, both holding red and white flags. “Face us, bow.” Trixie ordered, they bowed to the two of them.

“Face each other, bow.” Sam said and the two bowed at each other with fearless determination. Trixie bit the inside of her cheek with a slight nervousness, though she didn’t know why.

“Begin, fight!” Trixie snapped the red flag upwards to the sky and the fight began.

Johnny was the first to strike as he shot forward, trying to kick Daniel. Daniel blocked it easily before Johnny tried to punch him. The man in the black gi kept throwing punches with Daniel blocking all of them,he went to throw a high punch but Daniel brought his arm up, leaving his whole chest exposed.

Johnny took advantage of this and used his other fist to punch Daniel. Daniel winced in pain as the kids made noises. "Point, Lawrence." Sam said, holding up the red flag. Daniel glanced at her before moving back to the center of the deck. Johnny got into his stance, raising his eyebrows challengingly at Daniel.

"Score, 1-0 Lawrence. Ready! Fight!" Trixie yelled before her and Sam backed away. Johnny brought his leg up to kick Daniel but the man in the white gi used his leg to block it, catching Johnny by slight surprise.

Daniel moved forward, acting like he was going to hit Johnny but Johnny backed away slightly. He threw a punch but Johnny blocked it, using one of the moves he learned from Daniel himself. The blonde went to throw a punch but Daniel blocked it before bringing his foot up and kicking Johnny in the stomach.

"Point, LaRusso." Trixie announced, holding up the white flag. She noticed his slight hesitation, he obviously wasn't enjoying this. The two got back into their positions with Sam and Trixie standing between them. "Score is 1-1. Ready! Fight!"

Johnny went forward to kick Daniel but he dodged it and spun around, making Johnny almost fall forward. Johnny quickly recovered and went to send a spinning kick but Daniel dodged it. The blonde tried to use a high kick as well but Daniel quickly ducked, making him miss.

He lunged forward, trying to use his elbows to hit Daniel but the brunette dodged them. Daniel shoved Johnny backward before ducking as the blonde swung his fist at him. He brought his leg up to kick Daniel in the side but Daniel caught it before punching him in the stomach. Johnny let out a cry of anger before backing away.

Trixie held up the white flag, signaling Daniel had won the point. "Score is 2-1. Larusso." She announced. Daniel took a deep breath, doing his kata while Johnny watched him with his fists raised in anticipation.

"Ready! Fight!" Sam yelled before backing away. Johnny went to land a spinning kick but Daniel dodged it. Johnny then tried to swing but Daniel blocked his fist.

He tried to use his other hand but Daniel caught it and brought his hand down, hitting Johnny on his bicep. The brunette then used his knuckles to hit Johnny's nerves, using the technique he had picked up in Okinawa. Johnny groaned in pain as his arm went completely limp.

"What the hell, man?" Johnny yelled. Daniel didn't care though and ran forward. The blonde went to kick his thigh but Daniel moved out of the way. Of course, this didn't deter Johnny though as he jumped up and wrapped his legs around Daniel's torso.

Johnny brought them both down before using his heel to hit Daniel in the chest, causing him to groan in pain and the kids to go crazy. "Point, Lawrence." Trixie said, holding up the red flag.

Johnny rubbed his arm in pain as he rose to his feet. "Got any more dirty tricks up your sleeve?" He asked.

"I'm not the one who fights dirty." Daniel spat. Johnny rolled up the sleeves to his gi as Daniel got into position.

"The score is 2-2." Trixie said.

"Next point wins. Ready! Fight!" Sam exclaimed before her and Trixie jumped back. Johnny jumped forward to kick Daniel but he spun around. Johnny turned and went to throw a punch but Daniel blocked it and grabbed his arm, shoving him down.

Johnny quickly rolled onto his feet and he swept his leg under Daniel's but the brunette jumped out of the way just in time. Johnny shot up to a standing position and the two exchanged punches, with the other blocking. He finally got a hold of Daniel and pushed him back, making him fall into one of the wooden supports holding up the deck.

Daniel turned around, his nostrils flaring. The blonde went to kick him but Daniel ducked, and ran over to the side, raising his fists. The two circled around each other until Johnny threw a punch which Daniel blocked.

Johnny kept trying to throw punches but Daniel kept his guard up, not letting a single one land. The blonde brought his knee up to hit Daniel in the stomach but he blocked that as well.

Johnny went to kick Daniel in the head but Daniel blocked it before he brought up his own foot to kick Johnny. He blocked it, staring at Daniel in anger as he brought his fist back just as Daniel brought back his.

The two shot forward and hit each other in the head before falling to the ground. "Point, Lawrence!" "Point, Larusso!" Trixie and Sam said at the same time, holding up their respective flags. The two turned and looked at each other. "Are you sure?" They both asked each other.

"Let's check the replay." Demetri suggested. Everyone gathered around Chris as he showed the video. Johnny and Daniel hit each other at the same time before falling over, just like they had witnessed. They both scored at the same time.

"Go to another angle." Johnny panted.

"There is no other angle." Chris replied, staring at him.

"Don't you guys have another phone?" Johnny asked.

“No.” Trixie frowned before looking up to see Hawk walking up, his hood on his head with bloodshot eyes. “Hawk?” She called out.

"Shit, Eli, what happened?" Demetri asked, worriedly. Hawk reached up and pulled off his hood to reveal his purple mohawk to be gone. Tuffs of purple were still visible, showing evidence of what he used to be.

"Who did this to you?" Johnny asked.

"Cobra Kai." He answered meekly.

Johnny closed his eyes with a sigh. "Kreese and Silver did this. They need to pay." He stated.

"Jesus, Johnny. Please. Kreese tried to kill you last time. You wanna fight them both?" Daniel asked with a disappointed sigh.

"Damn right I do. Look what they did." Johnny spat, pointing to Hawk.

"Dousing the fire with gasoline, that's your answer? Why am I not surprised?" Daniel questioned sarcastically, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Sensei, stop." Miguel demanded, looking at Johnny.

"You still think your way is the only way. You were so proud when they pulled their little sprinkler prank the other day. But if they stood their ground and kicked some ass like I taught them, this never would've happened." Johnny stated angrily.

Trixie cupped the side of Hawk’s face, viewing if he had any more injuries. “Anything else they did to you?” She asked and Hawk shrugged.

“Nothing else.” He muttered and Trixie nodded, placing her hands on her hips with a frown.

"And if they fight every time they're provoked, where does that lead? Back to the hospital? Or to jail? Just 'cause you spent your time in both-" Daniel started.

"Enough, Dad." Sam stated, cutting him off.

Daniel turned to her. "What?" He questioned.

"Johnny's right. It doesn't matter how many times we stand up to Cobra Kai, if we don't strike back, they're gonna keep coming at us." Sam replied.

Daniel looked down angrily before glaring at Johnny. "And you were worried about my influence on your kids? Is this what you want, Johnny? To have my daughter and the rest of my students acting like you?" Daniel asked.

"You don't have to worry about it anymore. 'Cause we're done." Johnny replied.

"Works for me.”

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