#Ck

[olisgifs]

MIGUEL, ROBBY and HAWK in COBRA KAI season 5 episode 8

[extinctlesspains]

hiii i love your writing!! what about terry silver's daughter reader and sensei wolf? 👀 some tension and flirty rivalry could be fun 😳 thank you so much!

𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑇𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦, 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑘 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑇𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑: 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟! 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑘𝑎𝑖 𝑇𝑎𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑖!

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The dojo gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, every surface polished to a pristine shine. It was a reflection of Terry Silver’s vision—order, discipline, perfection. You leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching Sensei Wolf spar with one of the more advanced students.

Wolf’s movements were sharp and calculated, a mixture of power and fluidity that commanded attention. His strikes landed with precision, and his footwork was deliberate. He radiated confidence—too much confidence, if you were being honest.

He caught your gaze mid-spin kick, smirking as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. The audacity of that smirk made your fingers itch to wipe it off his face.

"Enjoying the show, princess?" Wolf asked, stepping back as the student staggered to his feet. He tossed a towel over his shoulder, his tone teasing but laced with challenge.

"Hardly," you replied, pushing off the wall. Your arms remained crossed as you approached him, refusing to let him see how much his presence unsettled you. "I’ve seen better form from a beginner class."

Wolf chuckled, the sound low and irritatingly smooth. "And yet, here you are. Front and center. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you couldn’t get enough of me."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Don’t flatter yourself. Someone has to make sure you don’t embarrass the Iron Dragons legacy with your sloppy technique."

He tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "Sloppy? That’s rich coming from someone who hasn’t stepped onto the mat all day."

You stepped closer, your chin tilted defiantly. "Maybe because I don’t waste my time showing off for an audience."

His smirk deepened, and he took a deliberate step into your space. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, his presence overwhelming in a way that made your pulse quicken.

"Showing off?" His voice dropped, quiet but sharp as a blade. "If you want a demonstration, all you have to do is ask."

Before you could respond, your father’s voice rang out from his office.

"Wolf! Y/n! Quit standing around and get back to work."

The moment shattered, the tension retreating like a wave. Wolf stepped back, his smirk never wavering as he picked up his water bottle.

"Looks like Daddy’s watching," he said, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "Wouldn’t want to disappoint him, would we?"

You glared at him, your hands curling into fists. "Careful, Wolf. Keep pushing, and I might decide to show you what sloppy technique really looks like."

"I’d like to see you try," he replied, his tone playful but his eyes dark with challenge.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of training and frustration. Wolf’s voice seemed to follow you everywhere, throwing out comments that were just shy of crossing the line.

By the time the dojo emptied, you were ready to leave. But as you grabbed your bag, Wolf appeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame.

"Heading out already?" he asked, his smirk replaced with something softer, more genuine.

"Unless you have another sparring session lined up," you replied, hoisting your bag onto your shoulder.

"Actually, I was thinking..." He scratched the back of his neck, a rare hesitation creeping into his voice. "How about a truce?"

You raised an eyebrow. "A truce?"

"Yeah." He stepped closer, his usual confidence tempered with something more earnest. "No biting remarks, no flirty jabs—just one evening where we don’t drive each other crazy."

You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. "And what exactly does this ‘truce’ entail?"

"A date." He met your gaze, his smirk returning, but this time it was softer, less cocky. "Dinner, maybe. No dojo, no Sekai Taikai. Just us."

You studied him for a moment, searching for any hint of a joke. But there was none—just a quiet vulnerability that made your heart skip.

"Alright," you said finally, a small smile tugging at your lips. "But don’t think this means I’m going easy on you in the dojo."

"Wouldn’t dream of it," he replied, his smirk widening into a genuine grin.

As you walked out together, the tension between you shifted, no longer sharp and combative but something warmer, something new. For the first time, you found yourself looking forward to seeing where this rivalry might lead.

[thejudeduarte]

Jesper and Kaz's relationship means SO MUCH to me

[justhereforthecupcakes]

I need Wolf intimidating/flirting with Daniel and getting into his personal bubble, and Daniel being oblivious and not batting an eye because he’s used to that with Terry… and Johnny… and Chozen…

Daniel doesn’t think anything of it, insane karate villains do this with everybody, right?

Must be a Cobra Kai thing 🤷🏻

“They always do this, it doesn’t mean anything”

Ironically the only one who’s ever been normal about him is Mike Barnes 😂. Psychotic and scary… but normal.

[psychmelts]

[sleepyicon]

still tryna understand the pov of ppl that think robby and tory are too basic or too similar

[poeticamethyst]

My babies. Rewatching CK (on s2) and the one solo Kiaz interaction we get (I mean I can’t wait for the skate rink pining but that’s another conversation), their solo interaction actually has the romantic “samobby” theme playing in the back. 🤭 and then Miguel saying “we’re not all assholes” and Robby hiding seems so love triangle-y lol I’d accept straight ships with the gay love triangles too! But ofc we all know who my endgame is!

Watching in queer lenses never fails does it. 🤪

I also needed Miguel and Hawk to have a rivalry lol, one of my headcannons is Robby in s1 was jealous of hawks connection with Miguel. 👀

Miguel is also still a cute awkward badass hot nerd around Robby with his “uh..” 🥰❤️

Ignore my TV glare hehe

[karatekaiff]

INAMORATO

'I'm not looking for suggestions from you, Johnny,' Daniel confesses calmly.

Then what the hell are you doing, sitting on my sofa in my apartent, LaRusso?' Johnny probes. He empties the bottle.

Daniel sighs. 'I'm here in person as a recruiter-'

'Quit the riddles -'

'I'm here to recruit you, Johnny,' he blurts.

Johnny scoffs, rolling his eyes. 'Yeah, right. For one, you hate my guts and two, I haven't kicked ass in thirty odd years - actually that's a lie if you count the bar fights, at the supermarket, the precinct with an arrest -'

Daniel's eyes are wide. 'An arrest?' He waves his hands dismissively, shaking his head in disbelief, 'actually, you know what, I don't think I want to know.' He sighs prolongedly. 'It's just like riding a bike-'

'Riding a bike is nothing like karate, LaRusso,' Johnny counters.

-

John Kreese, an infamous face in the Valley. Arch enemies Daniel LaRusso and Johnny Lawrence reluctantly join forces to take down Kreese. A passion for revenge primarily fuels their partnership, until shared passion becomes entangled with lust and desire; for one another.

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Note: With hope of being accepted by A03, I aim to post her there also once I receive confirmation.

[dcvina-claires]

wylan van eck at the merchant council meetings

[sersh]

GRETA LEE Calvin Klein ad campaign directed by Mert Alas, August 2024

[extinctlesspains]

𝐹𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

☆ ○ ☆ ○ ☆ ○

☆ ○ ☆ ○ ☆ ○

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑤𝑜

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒, 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑛𝑒

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: ��𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑘𝑒, 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑎𝑠 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛.

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The training room was alive with the sharp sound of punches meeting pads and feet thudding against the floor. Yet, amidst the usual noise, you couldn’t ignore the way Kwon’s gaze lingered on you, like a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

“Y/n,” Sensei Kim’s voice was sharp, cutting through the haze of your thoughts. “Focus. Your form is sloppy.”

You adjusted immediately, hands raised and feet set, but the comment still stung. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Kwon smirk, his disapproval practically radiating off him.

“Sloppy’s putting it lightly,” he muttered, low enough for only you to hear.

Your patience snapped, but you bit your tongue, forcing yourself to focus on the drills. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you react—not yet, at least.

When the group moved on to sparring, your chest tightened. The second Kwon’s name was paired with yours, you felt the weight of his presence pressing down like a lead blanket.

The first strike came fast, Kwon’s movements sharp and precise. You barely managed to block, stumbling back slightly. His smirk deepened.

“Too slow,” he taunted, circling you. “I thought you were better than this.”

Your fists clenched, but you refused to let him see how much his words got under your skin. Instead, you lunged, driving him back with a series of quick strikes. He blocked every single one effortlessly, his movements frustratingly smooth.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he asked, dodging your kick and countering with one of his own.

The match ended with you on the mat, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. Kwon leaned over you, his expression unreadable but his tone cutting.

“You’re out of your depth,” he said, straightening and walking away without another word.

The humiliation burned hotter than the ache in your muscles. Grabbing your bag, you stormed out of the dojo, the weight of unsaid words heavy in your chest.

The lake’s surface shimmered in the late afternoon sun, a perfect mirror reflecting the vibrant hues of the sky. You sat on the grassy bank, the cool breeze brushing against your skin as you stared out at the water.

It was quieter here, away from the relentless judgment and scrutiny of the dojo. This place had always been your refuge, a space where you could breathe and think.

Closing your eyes, you let the memories flood in—moments when life was simpler, when training with Kwon felt like a shared dream instead of a battlefield. Back then, his teasing had been lighthearted, his smiles genuine. Now, all that remained was bitterness and anger.

The sound of footsteps approaching pulled you from your thoughts. Your heart sank as you recognized the figure walking toward you.

“Running away again?” Kwon’s voice was sharp, his words cutting through the peaceful silence.

You turned slowly, meeting his gaze. His expression was hard, but there was something else there too—something raw and unspoken.

“I’m not running,” you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. “I just needed some space.”

“Space,” he repeated, scoffing. “Is that what you needed when you left without a word? When you disappeared and left me wondering if you were even alive?”

His words hit like a punch to the gut, the weight of his accusation stealing your breath. “Kwon, I—”

“Don’t,” he snapped, cutting you off. “Don’t try to explain it away. You don’t get to act like nothing happened.”

“I’m not acting like nothing happened!” you shot back, your voice rising. “Do you think it was easy for me to leave? Do you think I wanted to?”

“Then why did you?” he demanded, stepping closer. “Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you trust me enough to tell me what was going on?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. How could you tell him the truth? How could you explain that your father’s escape from prison had upended everything, forcing you and your mom to flee the country?

“I couldn’t,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s not good enough,” he said, his tone laced with frustration. “You don’t just get to walk away and expect me to be okay with it.”

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” you said, tears welling in your eyes. “I had no choice, Kwon.”

“There’s always a choice,” he argued, his voice rising. “You just didn’t choose me.”

His words cut deeper than you thought possible, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. “That’s not fair,” you said, your voice shaking. “You don’t know what I was dealing with.”

“Then tell me!” he shouted, throwing his arms out in exasperation. “For once, just tell me the truth!”

You looked away, your vision blurred by tears. “I can’t,” you whispered, the words barely audible.

“Why not?” he demanded, stepping closer. “What are you so afraid of?”

You turned back to him, your voice breaking as you finally snapped. “Everything! I was afraid of everything, Kwon! Of losing you, of losing my mom, of everything falling apart!”

His expression softened for a moment, but the anger quickly returned. “You already lost me,” he said, his voice cold. “The second you walked away, you lost me.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.

“I didn’t want to,” you said finally, your voice trembling. “But I had to. You don’t understand—”

“Because you won’t let me,” he interrupted, his voice raw. “You shut me out, Y/n. You left me in the dark and expected me to just... move on?”

Tears streamed down your face now, but you didn’t bother to wipe them away. “I didn’t expect anything,” you said, your voice breaking. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

Kwon stared at you for a long moment, his jaw tight and his fists clenched at his sides. “You know what?” he said finally, his voice bitter. “Forget it. I don’t even know why I bothered.”

He turned and walked away, leaving you standing by the lake, your heart shattered and your tears falling freely.

As his figure disappeared into the distance, you felt the weight of everything you couldn’t say pressing down on you. The truth was too heavy, too painful to share, but the silence between you was even worse.

You sank to the ground, your hands trembling as you stared out at the water. The reflection staring back at you was unrecognizable—a shadow of the person you used to be.

For the first time, you wondered if you’d ever be able to fix what was broken, or if the pieces of your past would keep you and Kwon apart forever.

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𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡: @captainquake42 @nanakomatsulover911 @seuuns @mel3484 @kellystyles18

[scrapbookingonadrenaline]

I love Matthias' POV's because every time he looks at Nina or even thinks about her, he starts lusting over her and then calls himself a slutty whore and that he should be hung to death

[steven-myself]

Taner Sigirtmac by Baldovino Barani

[soupforsoup]

You'd think cobra kai is about breaking the cycles of abuse and toxic hypermasculinity that have kept you in a spiral of shame your whole life, and how holding someone you love up on a pedestal and ignoring their mistakes only limits you from self-acceptance in your own human flaws, and it is that but mainly it's just about how much Gay on Gay violence four old men can commit on each other before they either fuck nasty or kill each other

[clarissaweasley-10]

Kaz during the first half of CK:

Wylan: Kaz, listen your can't go on like this- Kaz: Inej used to call me Kaz. Jesper *ready to throw hands: BECAUSE IT'S YOUR FUCKING NAME