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Tory Nichols Moodboard âĄ
#tory nichols#tory nichols cobra kai#tory cobra kai#tory nichols moodboard#cobra kai#aesthetic#moodboard aesthetic#moodboard#cobra kai moodboard#beige moodboard#beige aesthetic#grunge aesthetic#grunge#nirvana
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miguel diaz, my favorite pizza boy. đ
#flare's moodboards#cobra kai#cobra kai moodboard#miguel diaz#miguel diaz moodboard#delivery aesthetic#pizza place aesthetic#restaurant aesthetic#pizza boy aesthetic#cobra kai miguel#miguel cobra kai#xolo maridueña#xolo mariduena#xolo maridueña moodboard#jcksnsellie
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hi!!
could you either do a moodboard or blurb of poly!miguel and hawk with a barista!reader, where miguel and hawk spend a bunch of time at the cafe where she works, and where she brings them coffee during lunches ?
Poly!Miguel Diaz x Barista!Reader x Hawk Moskowitz
Once they found the little Cafe, Miguel and Hawk knew they'd be coming back. Not only did they have good coffee, but the barista that made them was pretty cute. They made it their go to place for lunch, especially when she was working. They just couldn't get enough of that beautiful smile when she served their drinks, so they knew that they had to ask her out at some point. When they did that, they were far beyond overjoyed when she said yes. It was the best decision of their life.
#poly miguel and eli#poly hawk and miguel#dating moodboard#cobra kai moodboard#moodboards#cobra kai headcanons#cobra kai x reader#cobra kai x chubby reader#cobra kai x plus size reader#chubby reader#plus size reader#eli hawk moskowitz#eli moskowitz x reader#eli moskowitz x chubby reader#miguel diaz x chubby reader#miguel diaz x reader#miguel diaz#cobra kai#gemini sensei
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heller i was scrolling thru tumblr and your page happened to pop up and i lover ur cobra kai tory edit and was wondering if you can do some of robby from season 6 đ
hiiii, im a little confused of what you're talking about? do you mean like a moodbard? cause i would love to do that, could you explain?
love, mage
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College Yasmoon Headcanons
Warnings: mentions of pda & oral sex
A/N- hi @demetriandelibinaryboyfriends Iâm tagging you in my yasmoon posts too nowđ«¶đ» I got some ideas and made a moodboard to match
Moon would be undeclared. Sheâd love to try out new subjects until she found a field of study that she really likes
Yasmine would probably do something in social media/marketing since sheâs a heavy social media user and loves keeping up with trends
Since they both have the money, theyâd live together off campus. Their favorite part of the day is waking up to or coming home to each other
They literally HAVE to study together all the time even if theyâre learning about very different topics
Theyâre both very extroverted/social and would love to go to parties or sports events together to get into the school spirit
Lots of PDA on campus. Moon especially likes kissing in the library because it makes her feel like theyâre in a movie or something
Neither of them are the most academic people but they donât want the other to know that, so they study like ivy leaguers until someone (Yasmine) finally slacks off a little and they spend a lot more time relaxing together
They truly do help each other though, if one has a tough assignment the other will help out with time management by making coffee or cooking meals
At the end of a hard work day, Yasmine really likes to relieve stress by going down on Moon. This often means that they end up staying up later than they meant to
They just feel so free outside of The Valley. It isnât like they ran away, itâs like they just finally let loose and now they get to be their best sapphic selves
#requests open#cobra kai#cobra kai headcanon#headcanon requests#yasmoon#yasmoon headcanons#karatecaulfield#sfw#cobra kai moodboard#yasmoon moodboard
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Dating Miguel Diaz âĄ
#cobra kai#cobra kai s6#cobra kai season 6#cobra kai cast#cobra kai fandom#cobra kai spoilers#cobra kai fanfiction#cobra kai meme#miguel diaz#miguel diaz x reader#miguel diaz x you#miguel diaz fanfic#robby keene x reader#robby keene#eli moskowitz#eli moskowitz x reader#cobra kai x reader#cobra kai fic#cobra kai incorrect quotes#cobra kai x you#miguel diaz smut#made by me#moodboard
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Last night's random doodles turned into an actual fanfic idea! *_*;
Concept: The sweet, nerdy guy Daniel started to like is not quite what he thought..
#lawrusso#johnny lawrence#daniel larusso#moodboard#fanfiction idea#lawrusso fanfiction#sketching#i feel like banana fish vibes might go into this#doodle of the day#the karate kid#tkk#cobra kai#artists on tumblr
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"Can that spark be rekindled in Barcelona?"
#Cobra kai#s6#spoilers#edit#cobra kai spoilers#season 6#moodboard#mood board#lawrusso#daniel x johnny#daniel larusso#johnny lawrence#ralph macchio#william zabka#billy zabka#they think they can divorce lawrusso for the hundredth time and get away with it?#NOT ON MY WATCH#mixed bag about the season so far#but the Barcelona setting can give so much inspiration#coming back from my hiatus real quick lol
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Not a swiftie, but they're so Taylor swift coded and she does make some good music.
#keenry#cobra kai#robby keene#tory nichols#moodboard#moodboard aesthetic#taylor swift#pls don't come after me swifties#I said she's a good artist and I like some of her songs but i'm not a huge fan of hers
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A dear friend suggested I watch Cobra Kai and Johnny is my fave boy! T.T
#johnny lawrence#cobra kai#karate kid#moodboard#somehow?#lyrics from Sweep the leg by No more kings#my edit
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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 â€ïžâđ„â€ïžâđ„â€ïžâđ„
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 đ
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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Hawkâs 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 wonât come knocking, pestering him to watch movies or some other frivolous crap. He doesnât have time for that anymore.
Strange. Thereâs 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.
âWhat the hell.â He takes a sip of the Red Bull on his bedside. Some sleep-deprived delirium or whatever it was wasnât going to fuck up his focus.
Sure, heâs been averaging 5 hours a night, but who gives a shit? Itâs not like anyone in high school actually gets enough sleep.
Sensei Kreese said in âNam, they had to be ready to fight on a momentâs noticeâgeared to slaughter enemies after a mere 30 minutesâ rest in 48 hours. Hawk doesnât strive for anything less.
The stairs creak.
His mom isnât usually one for sneaking past his room, but perhaps sheâs 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 Keeneâs praises when Hawkâs a better fighter than that piece of shit ever was.
Because throwing someone off a balcony when they had their guard down was a cowardâs move. Typical Miyagi Do bullshit.
God, Hawk hates them. Hypocrites. Losers. Pussies.
He thinks of a new insult every time he lands a punch.
Miguelâs 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 doesnât care.
Sensei would say the pain makes him stronger.
Jab cross jab cross jab cross jab cross jab cross jab cross jab crossâ
âYou know, at some point, I think youâre as good as youâre going to get at punching.â
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.
âWhat the fuck are you doing in my house?â
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 Demetriâs smart enough not to keep poking at a tiger thatâs already mauled him.
âIn what world would I not remember where you keep your spare keys?â Demetri sneers.
Well. Maybe thatâs a bit generous.
âWhat do you want?â
Hawk keeps his tone steely, hoping he can kill whatever plans are swimming around his ex-best-friendâs head before they even form. In all likelihood, Demetriâs here to be a nuisance at best and a night-ruiner at worst.
Fucking Demetri. Heâs 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 wouldnât expect Demetri, of all people, to have.
âMaybe I want to check in on my best friend.â Groaning footfalls as Demetri starts to slowly cross Hawkâs room. âI see you avoiding me at school. And you didnât even bother to show when your little friends crashed Samâs party. Perhaps I want to see how you are, hmmmm?â
And try as he might, Hawk canât pick up the usual sarcastic edge to Demetriâs tone. He frowns at his far wall, confused.
Thereâs something odd in Demetriâs voice, and Hawk canât for the life of him pick up what it is.
He still refuses to look at his oldest friend. Heâs not going to give him the satisfaction of undivided attention.
Demetri is a pest, and should be treated as such.
âWeâre not best friends,â Hawk says tightly, landing another punch on his bag. âWhatever we were? Itâs done. Has been for a long time. Why canât you get that?â
He finally graces Demetri with a look. Heâs expecting the usual sullen lookâscrunched brow, open mouth, widened eyes. Like heâs eternally surprised Hawk doesnât need him anymore.
A look where maybe, if he prods it farther, Demetri will storm off. Or run off crying. Be out of Hawkâs sight.
Be somewhere where Hawk doesnât 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 Hawkâs stomach as soon as he got home.
Or what he did to himself in the wee hours of the morning, when no oneânot his mother, not Cobra Kai, not Sensei Kreeseâwas 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. âItâs almost endearing, you know. What a tryhard you are.â
He squares his jaw, refusing to budge as Demetri advances on him. âI thought I made it pretty clear what I think about you. You want another reminder?â
Hawk balls his fists, trying not to think about how hard the words are to force out. How hard heâs working to keep the iron shell heâs built around himself intact.
A strange smell hovers around Demetri. Acrid and metallic, like heâs spent too much time mucking around inside one of those computers heâs so besotted with.
âHow revoltingly naĂŻve.â Green eyes burn into him like acid, the glint behind them unlike anything heâs ever seen. âYou thought youâd break my arm once and be done with me?
Hawk finds himself backing away.
âIâm not going to make it that easy for you, Hawk.â
Something in the way Demetri spits his new name finally gives him clarity.
âSo what the fuck do you want from me?â he spits. âWhy did you come here?â
âI came here because you were right. About everything.â
Any response is snatched from Hawkâs 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 canât even find it in himself to be angry. A strangled âwhat?â is all that comes out, pulling a snigger from his adversary.
âYou think youâve 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 arenât brave enough to tell you no. Becoming your badass karate teacherâs little golden child. Getting rid of your weaknesses. Getting rid of me. But thereâs one thing you got wrong.â
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.
âOh, yeah?â He curls his lip. âWhatâs that?â
Demetri casually leans on Hawkâs dresser, like this is nothing more than a Friday night video game session.
âYou think I avoid fights because Iâm scared. But thatâs not true anymore.â And thereâs that grin againâthat wide, unnerving grin that looks like it was pasted on from another human beingâs face. The sort of manic look that would never in a thousand years belong on Demetri Alexopoulos.
âI avoid fights because I know whoâs worth fighting. And whoâs worth hurting.â
Well, thatâs new.
Hawk narrows his eyes, trying to piece together if this is all some kind of trick.
âSee, Eli, you were right that the world isnât kind to people who get too soft.â Demetri starts sauntering over again, and that odd, metallic smell strengthens. âOr losers. Or weaklings. Or people who admit defeat. Give in too easily. Run off cowering and scared. So Iâm shaking all that off. Next time I fight, I wonât lose.â
As Hawk pieces everything together, he scowls.
âSo thatâs what you want?â he hisses. âA rematch? Like youâd stand a chance.â
âSo touchy. Do you only think of people in terms of whether you can beat them in a fight now? Boooooring.â
Demetri clicks his tongue disapprovingly. Itâs a mocking gesture heâs been doing since they were little, but now something about it feels chilling.
Hawkâs back bumps his bedroom wall. Demetriâs closing in on him.
Fucking hellâheâs getting fed up with this cat-and-mouse. Why is he even entertaining this stupid nerd again?
Itâs not like he gives a shit about him anymore. Then he wouldnât snap his arm in half.
âFuck off, Demetri!â he roars. âI fucking hate you. I donât give a shit about anything you have to say! Get the hell out of my house, or I swear to god Iâll break your arm again.â
He fills the words with fire and force and poison, hoping something will hurt Demetri enough to make him go.
He canât cave again. Not after heâs worked this hard to oust Demetri and everything he represents from his life.
Not after heâs severed Demetriâs bone with his own hands and smiled with his friends about it.
That shouldâve been the last straw. That shouldâve been what sent Demetri running for good, abandoning everything theyâd once had to save himself.
But it didnât. It fucking didnât.
Demetri takes another step into his space, curling his lip. âYouâre full of shit.â
âFuck you.â Eli returns his stare, baring his teeth. âHow are you so sure?â
âBecause you hesitated.â
Hawk goes rigid.
âI begged you to stop.â Demetriâs hands slide onto the wall on either side of him, trapping him. âAnd you thought about it. You didnât break my arm until all your psychotic teammates goaded you on. If you really hated me?â His voice drops to a breathy whisper. âYou wouldnât have even thought twice.â
âYou donât know shit.â
Demetri snickers.
âPoor little Eli. Youâve always sucked at arguing when you get backed into a corner.â
âI still broke it,â Hawk growls. âYou know I can do it. Easily. So how are you stupid enough that youâre still fucking with me? You some kind of masochist?â
âYou still care about me, Eli.â Theyâre inches apart now, Demetri leering over Hawk. âYou never got over me not wanting to join your little club of sociopaths. Whenever thereâs a rumble, you canât stay away from me. And you want to know what I think?â
âShut up.â
Demetriâs voice is husky in Hawkâs ear. âYou wouldnât hurt me when thereâs no one to show off to.â
Hawkâs done with this.
He lunges, shoving Demetriâs chest and flying at him with an outstretched fist. He waits for that gratifying moment of shockâthe familiar shift in Demetriâs features as he realizes yet again Hawk has no intention of going easy on him.
Demetri doesnât 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 Demetriâs jaw.
Why the hell wonât he give up?
Demetriâs 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 wonât he give up on Hawk?
Demetri doesnât dodge this time. He only swerves, allowing the fist to graze his chin.
He lets out a hiss of painâangry, but not surprised.
Without warning, Demetriâs hands shoot up. Hawk freezes as long fingers snake across the skin of his arm.
The next second heâs screaming, Demetriâs hands twisting until his skin burns. The other boyâs grip tightens, thrusting him toward the floor.
Heâs 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 Demetriâs training-broadened shoulders have a terrifying amount of power behind them.
Nothing he canât handle. Hawkâs taken on bigger opponents before.
He squirms in Demetriâs grip, his own arms loosening enough for his hands to make a grab for the taller boyâs throat. Then Demetriâs pinning hand is gone, slipping in and out of his jacket in what feels like less than a heartbeat.
Something cold and sharp presses Hawkâs throat. His hands drop, tensing against the wall.
âWhat the fuckâŠ?â
âI didnât want to hurt you, Eli.â Demetri tilts his head, pouting mockingly. âBut you make it so damn hard to talk to you. Canât do a thing without you coming at me like some kind of rabid coyote.â
âSo you pull aâŠare you fucking insane?â
âLike youâre one to talk, Mr. Red Hulk Rage Issues.â The pout morphs into a smirk. âClearly, youâre not above playing dirty, using that sad little Eli voice of yours to get out of trouble. Figured it was time I caught up.â
Hawk feels something sticky dripping down his neck. His breath hitches in his throat.
He aims a hit at Demetriâs stomach. The taller boy bends with it, and the blade presses harder.
âOh, come now.â Demetri tuts disapprovingly. âDonât make me slit your throat.â
Hawk hardens his expression, channeling everything in him into hiding the shock.
âYou wouldnât.â
âI donât think youâre in a great place to test that.â
And heâs right. Hawk hates it, but heâs right.
This isnât 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 isnât grounded, rational, sensible Demetri. Somethingâs snipped his threads, made him start fraying at the edges.
Heâs unraveling, floating in an ether where the pragmatic and the path of least resistance that he made his life philosophy are losing their appeal. HeâsâŠ
Well, it seems heâs done some script-flipping of his own. Decidedâperhaps on a whimâto 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 doesnât care if this new boy with a knife to his throat killed and gutted the friend he grew up with. It doesnât 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 isnât pulling any punches. One stupid or sloppy move, and Hawk will be on the floor gurgling his life out.
Heâs never taken Demetri for someone impulsive, but perhaps he just had a talent for controlling his most brutal and primal urgesâfor his own safety, if nothing else. Perhaps heâs lost this ability.
Hawk wonders what it says about him that he isnât bothered by this at all. If anything, he finds the whole concept exhilarating.
Fighting Demetri had gotten so boring. Now, at last, theyâre on equal footing.
Regardless, there could be a trace of the Old Demetri yet. He might be able to use that.
âPut the fucking knife away or Iâll call the cops,â Hawk snarls. âThink youâll get into Stanford with a police report on your permanent record? Or whatever fucking nerd school youâre trying toââ
âWith what phone?â Demetri interrupts. âThe one you left on the coffee table downstairs so it wonât distract you from wailing on your stupid bag?â
Fuck. How did Demetri even notice shit like that?
Hawk tries not to let the dismay show.
âWhen my mom gets home, sheâllââ
âMommyâs not coming for you, Eli.â Demetriâs smirk widens. âMommyâs getting drunk with all her friends to forget her unfulfilled suburban picket fence life with her nasty, violent delinquent of a son. And Mommyâs going to crash at Michelle Galinskiâs house, just like she has every Friday night for the past 10 years. And oh dearâŠDaddyâs out of town on his top-of-the-month business trip? Looks like no oneâs coming to save you.â
Fuck that. He can save himself.
Hawk makes a grab for Demetriâs 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 Hawkâs skin.
The knife blade doesnât even falter, pressing more firmly into Hawkâs 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.
âMmmm-mmmm.â Demetri purses his lips and shakes his head, like heâs scolding a disobedient child. âItâll make it much easier for both of us if you donât act up. I really donât want to cut your throat, but I will.â
As Demetri sneers down at him, Hawk realizes too late that he couldnât cover his alarm.
âWhat? Donât think Iâd actually hurt you?â
The taller boy fiddles with the knife, sending little pricks of pain rippling through Hawkâs neck.
âI guess you know how it feels now,â he purrs.
Hawk spits in Demetriâs face, sudden fury overtaking him.
This pathetic nerdâs not going to make him feel bad now. Not after everything heâs done to crush the part of himself that possibly could feel bad.
âFuck you.â
And slowly, never once breaking his gaze, Demetri licks Hawkâs saliva off his chin. The dim hallway light just catches the moisture on his face.
âKeep it in your pants, Moskowitz. Weâre not there yet.â
Now Demetriâs definitely fucking with him.
Itâs growing tiresome. Nonetheless, he doesnât want that cut in his neck getting any wider.
Thereâs something distinctly unnerving about the way Demetriâs eyes are boring into him, sizing him up with a kind of cold contempt. Looking at him like heâs nothing more than some ugly insect to crush under his shoe.
Itâs the sort of callousness that Hawk has never onceânot in the entire time heâs known Demetriâbeen the target of.
And maybe heâll 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.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
Hawkâs voice is small and weak. Like Eliâs.
He doesnât care.
His entire sense of realityâevery absolute, irrefutable truth heâs ever attached to himself and his life and his oldest friendâis uprooting and spinning out of control, and itâs not like anything fucking matters anymore.
Demetri laughsâa sharp, hollow sound devoid of any real humor.
âLike youâre one to talk. I know what you did to Brucks.â
Hawkâs blood freezes.
âYeah, thatâs right.â Demetriâs knife slides from the cut on Hawkâs neck, beginning to tease the underside of his chin. âMitch 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.â
Hawkâs breath comes in quick, short gasps.
Of course Demetri put two and two together. Of course heâd gone snooping so he could find something else to hang over Hawkâs 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 heâs 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 isnât stupid. If anyone can play Demetriâs games, itâs the person who knows him better than anyone in the world.
âDemetri.â He keeps his tone as calm and non-abrasive as he can. âWho elseâs blood is on your knife?â
Because it was still wet when Demetri shoved it up against him. And Demetriâs a moron if he thinks Hawk missed that.
âAh. And we finally get to that.â Demetri chuckles, gently tracing Hawkâs jawline with the honed edge. âYou seeâŠthe difference between you and me, Eli, is that I donât need anyoneâs help to hide my bodies.â
His heart drops to his feet.
âWhat did you do?â
âNot any worse than you.â Demetri cocks his head. âI hurt someone who deserved it.â
âDemetri.â Hawk steels his voice. âWhat did you do?â
Because whatever it was, Hawk sure as hell needs to take the proper precautions to make certain he isnât next.
âStopped at the convenience store on the way over here.â Demetri follows the knife with his eyes as he talks, expression almost affectionate. âRan into one of Kylerâs 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 moreâŠprivate.â
Hawk gapes at him.
âDid you reallyâŠ?â
âShanked the asshole like a pig. He was so surprised he didnât even fight back. And let me tell you, it was the most fun Iâve had in a while.â
And thereâs that laugh againâthe broken, disjointed chortles that feel so jarringly out-of-place. Green eyes shining with a frenetic light that makes Hawkâs hands grow slick with sweat.
Demetri leans in again, knife held steady as his lips brush Hawkâs ear.
âI know how it feels, you know. I know what it is to get so angry that you donât even know what your bodyâs doing until itâs too late. Watch the life fade out of another human beingâs eyes. Realize you like it. Sit there panicking about being some kind of inhuman monster and then suddenly realizing you donât fucking care. And I supposeâŠI suppose thatâs 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.â
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, heâd 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 couldnât find a scrap of guilt in his psyche. It made him feel detached from himselfâthe abstract idea that doing that to another person was bad, but the complete lack of any emotions to back it up.
But thatâs 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 Hawkâs 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 doesnât 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 Brucksâ fruitless begging gave him an unmistakable rush.
And yet here Demetri is, claiming he was in a similar position. Claiming he lost control.
It isnât that Demetri canât put on an act if he needs to. But on some level, Hawkâs always been able to tell when his best friend is exaggerating or embellishing to make a story more interesting. Thereâs a kind of snarky undertone he uses, always giving that he isnât completely serious. Subtle, but easy to pick up if youâre familiar with it.
Thereâs none of that here. If anything, this is the kind of emotional vulnerability Demetri never displays intentionally.
Until now, apparently.
Hawk bites his lip. âYouâre not lying, are you?â
âYouâre so cute.â The tip of the knife jabs into the underside of Hawkâs chin. âYou thought I was someâŠwhat? Some sissy little do-gooder? The pinnacle of morality and mercy and all great virtues? No, no.â He giggles. âIâve always been as fucked up as you. I only managed to keep it buried longer.â
Hawk scowls, suddenly remembering exactly who heâs talking to.
âGive me a fucking break. You joined the pussy-ass âdefense onlyâ karate dojo. Your entire philosophy is about being sissy little do-gooders. Like youâd have the balls to pull even half the shit Cobra Kaiââ
The knife flies back to the wound in his throat, Demetri using his arm to ram Hawk harder into the wall.
âYou think I ever gave a flying fuck about Miyagi-Do?â he spits. âYou think Iâm some slavering pet like you, tripping over my little lapdog paws to appease my senseiâs every command? You think these asinine karate wars ever mattered to me? No.â He shoves his face into Hawkâs, blood on his breath. âYouâre the one so obsessed with following orders that you canât even remember who you were before you became some demented old manâs attack dog. Youâre the one so drunk on loyalty to a fucking karate dojo that you canât see none of this shit matters.â
Hawk bares his teeth, hoping with everything he has that Demetri wonât notice him shaking.
âEasy for you to say, when you pussied out after one punch in the face,â he sneered. âOf course you want to believe all of this is pointless when youâre on the losing team. But Iâm not like you, Demetri. Iâm no quitter.â
âOh, how admirable.â The knife presses a little harder. âTell me then, Hawk. Howâs being on the same team as Kyler? As fucking Robby Keene? You excited for the chance to help them hurt Miguel again?â
Red-hot rage rips through Hawk. He lifts a leg and knees Demetriâs shin as hard as he can.
Demetri barely even winces. His other foot kicks up, ramming the side of Hawkâs knee. Hawk scrambles for balance, heart pounding as he just avoids falling into the knifepoint.
âThought thatâd hit a nerve.â
âFuck you!â Hawk spits. âKeene was from your fucking dojo! You fought with him, too!â
âNot since he hurt Miguel.â
Demetriâs 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.
âAnd now heâs in your dojo. Funny how that works.â Demetri clicks his tongue. âGuess your roaring rampage of revenge was all for naught.â
âIt wasnât.â Hawk curls his lip. âYou were all responsible, and we got our paypack. Itâs not our fault Miguel wasnât grateful.â
âOoooh, gotta love the Hawkâs impeccable logic! âAh, 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!ââ Demetri returns his sneer. âAre 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? Youâre more pathetic than I thought.â
âPark and Keene know their place,â Hawk hisses. âThey know Iâm the alpha. They answer to me.â
Demetri cocks his head, looking amused.
âEven 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 Fangâby Miguelâthat youâd be expected to rescue them?â
âIâd do it.â Hawk grits his teeth. âI wouldnât like it, but Iâd 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.â
Demetri sighs, expression almost pitying.
âI guess âCobra Kai for lifeâ trumps a Cobraâs desire to beat another Cobra into the damn ground. Kind of a shame. I think youâd enjoy hurting them.â
What Demetri said earlier circles back into his mind.
I avoid fights because I know whoâs worth hurting.
Hawk straightens, keeping his composure.
âSensei says we need all the allies we can get,â he says. âEven if we donât like them. Iâm putting up with Kyler and Robby long enough to win the tournament, and thatâs it. Then Iâll find some way to weed them out.â
âI doubt it.â Demetri smiles down at him. If it werenât for the knife, Hawk would punch his teeth in. âContrary to how you act, I know youâre a smart guy. If you knew how to get rid of them, you would have already. No, EliâŠâ His voice drops to a purr. âYouâre stuck with them, arenât you?â
Hawk feels sick.
Leave it to Demetri to pinpoint his deepest fearsâa 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 didnât matter to herâonly 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 sheâd 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 couldnât 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 canât afford to think like that. And most of all, he canât afford to let Demetri see it.
He glowers up at his ex-best-friend, keeping his gaze stony. âAnd 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 littleââ
âI left Miyagi-Do!â
The words come out in a forceful scream that practically knocks Hawk even further into the wall.
The sheer disdain in Demetriâs eyes for the group he had so cozily assimilated into sends Hawk reeling. Heâd neverânot in this lifetime or the nextâexpect Demetri to toss the whole lot of them out like garbage.
Demetri breaks into another grin, reveling in Hawkâs stunned silence.
âSee, thatâs another difference between you and I, Eli. I donât 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 âsafety in numbersâ business when it seemed âthe numbersâ were always the ones who got to pick my enemies for me. And no oneââ His eyes burn into Hawk. âNo one decides that but me. I hurt who I like when I like, and Iâll fucking gut anyone who gets in my way.â
Hawk exhales slowly, keeping his scowl pulled tight.
âSoâŠwhat?â Hawk sneers. âYouâre going to fight Cobra Kai by yourself now? Thatâs so fucking stupid.â
âNot all of them. Some of your class are just brainwashed idiots who donât know what theyâre doing.â He sighs, shaking his head. âAnd you, EliâŠwell, I think youâve lost sight of who your true enemy is. I was hoping I could help.â
âYou really bounced?â Hawk narrows his eyes, still trying to make sense of everything. âAfter everything, youâŠjust up and left?â
It canât be that easy. He knows it wouldnât be in Cobra Kai.
âYeah.â Demetri shrugs. âAnd now I have way more time for important things.â
âI donât get it.â Hawkâs frown deepens. âWhy would you strike off on your own? Did something happen?â
âYou happened.â
Short. Simple. Concise.
Completely baffling.
Not that that was anything new today.
Maybe itâs Hawkâs imagination, but the knife loosens a little.
âDonât you get it?â For the first time all night, something like genuine anguish prods through Demetriâs voice. âI meant what I said. I never gave a ratâs ass about the karate wars, or the stupid dojo feuds. All I ever wanted was to be worth your fucking time again.â
All Hawk can do is stare.
It doesnât make sense. None of this makes any fucking sense.
âAnd sure,â Demetri concedes after a moment. âAt 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.â
He licks his lips as the knife starts to slide up Hawkâs neck again, dancing over the bottom of his chin and onto the plump skin of his lips.
âAggression. Violence. Dominance.â He chuckles. âWasnât 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 couldnât leave me alone.â
âYou wanted to piss me off?â
âIf thatâs what it took to keep you coming back for more.â And there it is againâthat wide, sadistic grin that feels so brutally wrong. âYou can leave me, Eli. You can disown me. You can shit on everything we had and make my life a living hell. But you canât bring yourself to just ignore me. Because youâre so weak that you canât bear to refuse the bait when I press your buttons. Because as much as you claim to hate me, you canât move on from me.â
âAnd now you ditch your team toâŠwhat? Fight me on your own?â Hawk matches Demetriâs grin with one of his own. âIâd wreck you. And deep down, you know it.â
âSo presumptuous.â Demetri shakes his head, tutting. âFrankly, I came here tonight because Iâm sick of fighting you.â
âSays the one with a knife to my throat.â
âThatâs because you donât fucking listen without me having to resort to extreme measures,â Demetri hisses. âI think weâre a lot closer to being on the same page than you think. And maybe if you dropped this whole tribalism bullshit, youâd see that.â
So Demetri wants a truce. Hawk should have known.
Heâs not surprised. But the way they arrived here?
Now thatâs a twist.
Itâs still an insane concept. Like heâs supposed to let his greatest enemy off the hook. Let Demetri get away with all the ways heâs undermined him and humiliated him and put the Old Eliâthe weak, pathetic nerd Eliâon blast for all the world to see.
But if Demetri really left Miyagi DoâŠ
Hawk finds himself wondering how much of his rage against the Miyagi Dos is his own, and how much is Sensei Kreeseâs. And if Demetriâs truly deserted âthe enemy,â does Hawk still have to hate him?
Does he even want to?
Demetri isnât that pathetic, sniveling dweeb anymore. Heâs 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 beingâs life.
Or take one.
But despite everything, something still doesnât add up.
âI heard about your little rousing speech,â Hawk says. âAbout how important it was for Miyagi Do and Eagle Fang to unite against the âbiggest assholes in the Valley.â And now youâve abandoned both of them. Was that all just a load of crap, then?â
Demetri is unfazed.
âCall me naĂŻve, but I thought if Miguel and I were on the same team, youâd finally see some damn sense. Youâd hurt me, sure. Iâve known that for a while. But I never thought youâd touch the kid you went on a vengeance quest for.â He shrugs. âColor me surprised when you wrote him off as just another enemy.â
âI told you.â Hawk works his fingers against the wall again, uneasiness trickling over his skin. âMiguel chose his side.â
âBe 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.â
âFor what?â
âFor getting through to you. For getting you to tell the truth.â
And Hawk doesnât want to think for too long about what truth Demetri has in mind.
âSo you pull out a fucking knife.â
âMhm.â Demetri snickers. âThatâs how you communicate, yeah? Threats and intimidation?â
Hawk clenches his jaw. âIâm not scared of you.â
âIs that so.â The arm suddenly lifts from squeezing Hawkâs chest, long fingers seizing his wrist. Heâs too surprised to pry them away.
He really should be expecting this kind of insane bullshit by now.
âYour pulse is going haywire, Eli,â Demetri murmurs. âEither youâre a liar, or something else has you energized. I wonder what that could be?â
Itâs then Hawkâs mind fully catches up to its surroundings.
He rips his wrist away, pivoting away from the knife and sending a knee into Demetriâs ribs. The knife tip slices his cheek, but so be it. Heâs 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 Hawkâs 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 Hawkâs ankles as he stands. He cries out as heâs yanked backward with surprising force, landing on the floor next to Demetri.
Hawk scrambles for the bed, trying to writhe out of Demetriâs grip and hoist himself up by the covers.
Itâll 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 doesnât 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.
Heâd kick the annoying asshole away from him, but he doesnât want the sole of his foot sliced open. If he canât walk, he canât fight.
Suddenly, Demetri cries out, grip loosening. In Hawkâs struggles, he mustâve 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 Hawkâs 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 Demetriâs knees are digging into his quadriceps, pinning him again. Growling, he aims a punch at Demetriâs throat.
His fist meets its target, pulling a strangled gasp. Hawk clasps his arms around Demetriâs 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 heâs finally going to drop that damned thingâŠ
The knife jabs into him, strengthening its grip until heâs 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 Hawkâs struggles weaken.
âCome now. How many times do we have to go over this?â
âLet. Me. Go.â
âI donât believe I was finished.â
Demetri tilts his head to the side, breaking into another crazed grin that sends dread trickling straight down to Hawkâs bones.
âShut up Demetri.â
âI 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.â
âSHUT UP!â
Hawk squeezes his eyes shut, trying to bleach Demetriâs cold, smug expression from his mind.
âRight 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.â
âSTOP IT!â
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 canât mean anything.
âI said of course I would, because Iâd always liked you, Eli.â Demetriâs voice only grows louderâmore insistent. âAnd I go in to give you a peck, and you grab my arms and stick your entire tongue in my mouth.â
âShut the fuck up, Demetri!â
He feels something wet dribbling down his face, and wonders if the cut on his cheek got stretched wider in his and Demetriâs scuffle. Itâs certainly stinging enough for it.
UnlessâŠ
Hawk wishes he could dissolve.
âI told you Iâd kiss you a thousand more times if you wanted.â Demetriâs voice has grown sharper than his blade. âAnd 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.â
He laughs, the sound acrid and bitter and full of flint.
âBecause even after everything, youâre still obsessed with me. You watch me across the lunchroom and pretend youâre âmonitoring the enemy,â but I know you miss me. You miss when I made you laugh, and you miss when I talked to people so you didnât have to. You chase me around in every battle, but when it comes right down to it, you canât hurt me in any significant way until youâre 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.â
âFUCK YOU!â
Maybe if he screams loud enough, Demetri wonât 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.
âIt must be exhausting, you know,â Demetri whispers. âLiving your life in denial like that. Wearing your entire personality like some cheap Halloween costume and convincing yourself thatâs a fulfilling existence. Donât you want to be free?â
âIâm not hiding anything,â Hawk growls. âI do whatever I like. Itâs not my fault you donât like who I really am.â
âWho you really are, hmmm?â Demetriâs lips brush his earlobe, voice a barely-audible murmur. âSo tell me the truth then, Eli. Do you still want me?â
The bluntness of the question almost blows a hole in his composure.
âOf course I donât.â
âStop fucking lying!â
All at once, Demetriâs voice is a deafening, furious scream again. The knife slices Hawkâs jaw.
Not enough to do any real harm, but enough to really hurt. Hawk freezes, held prisoner by the burst of sharp, sudden pain.
âItâs always lies, lies, lies with you,â Demetri snarls. âFake name. Fake hair color. Fake personality. Fake interests. Fake friends who only kiss the ground you walk on because theyâve never seen you at your weakest. Fake relationships with girls you barely let know youâto the point you think theyâd 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 youâre starring in some martial arts epic, and youâre so wrapped up in your stupid method acting that you never want to step offscreen. Like everyoneâs on the edge of their seat about your pitiful life like itâs the fucking Truman Show. And at the end of the day? Youâre still too much of a pussy to tell me the truth.â
Hawkâs skin tingles, shivers rippling through him. If his heart was pounding before, itâs thundering now.
Somehow it doesnât feel like fear. Heâs used to this new version of Demetri enough not to cower from him.
No, itâs something far worse. And Demetri knows it.
âYou canât hide from me.â The other boyâs tone drips with haughtiness, savoring the ability to confirm Hawkâs worst fears. âI see right through your bullshit. I always have. So Iâll ask you one more time. Do you want me?â
The knife slides down to Hawkâs throat again, pressing firmly.
âLie and Iâll kill you.â
Heâs probably bluffing. Maybe. Surely.
Perhaps it doesnât 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 friendâs dreams.
He opens his eyes and finally meets Demetriâs gaze, in all of its searing, insurmountable beauty.
âYeah.â
He breathes it out quiet and fragileâa 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 Hawkâs 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, heâs certain it isnât fear. Itâs a rush he only thought he could get from smashing his fists against plastic or skin, or feeling another personâs body go limp and lifeless underneath his.
And itâs ironic. The more Demetri tries to devour Hawk, the more Hawk wants to let it happen.
Thereâs an odd satisfaction to it, he thinks. Being completely at someone elseâs mercy.
And Demetri isnât 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 đIt's Demetri's for subverting expectations đ
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 đ
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 đ
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 đȘ
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 đ©”
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
#ckhalloween23#ckhalloween#hawk x demetri#demetri x eli#binary boyfriends#elimetri#hawkmetri#hawkmeat#eli x demetri#demetri x hawk#aesthetic#moodboard#fanfic#fanfiction#demetri alexopoulos#demetri cobra kai#eli moskowitz#hawk#cobra kai#cobra kai season 1#cobra kai season 2#cobra kai season 3#slasher au#dark!demetri#dark!hawk#dark!eli
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eli 'hawk' moskowitz and his goth girlfriend for anon! đ€đđžđ§
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Hawk and Robby love triangle all the way
Hawk Moskowitz x Reader x Robby Keene Love Triangle Moodboard
Imagine both Robby and Hawk have a crush on Reader. Instead of butting heads and brawling, they fight smart and try to win her over. They share words when she's not around, trying to pull her in their direction amd trying to woo her. But, it's hard to choose between them. How can one girl choose between two great guys?
#love triangle#cobra kai moodboard#moodboards#eli moskowitz headcanons#eli moskowitz x chubby reader#eli moskowitz x reader#eli moskowitz#hawk moskowitz x reader#hawk moskowitz#hawk moskowitz x chubby reader#eli hawk moskowitz#robby keene x chubby reader#robby keene x reader#robby keene#cobra kai#cobra kai headcanons#cobra kai x reader#cobra kai x chubby reader#cobra kai x plus size reader#chubby reader#plus size reader#gemini sensei
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hi would you mind making me a robby aesthetic
I think this is what you meant? I'm not really sure, but I hope you like it!
#tv: cobra kai#cobra kai x reader#cobra kai#robby keene#robby keene moodboard#robby keene aesthetic#robby keene x reader#cobra kai season 6#cobra kai season 1
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Our secret moments in your crowded room
They've got no idea about me and you
There is an indentation in the shape of you
Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo
All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation
My hands are shaking from holding back from you
All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting
My hands are shaking from holding back from all this
Say my name and everything just stops
I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
Take it off
Carve your name into my bedpost
'Cause I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
Take it off
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@demetriandelibinaryboyfriends I see your âGood For Youâ by Selena Gomez and I raise you one âDressâ by Taylor Swift;)
Everything that you said about it being inherently sapphic for women to dress up for their lover applies. Like you said, it isnât often that men will appreciate the effort of a woman looking extra nice like another woman does. And one could argue that this song isnât sapphic because of the implication of only wanting to look good for sex, but Iâm here to tell you thatâs âšwrongâš
Theyâve got no idea about me and you? Not a straight thing to say. I don't want you like a best friend? Obviously!
I just think about this song + Yasmine and Moon trying to keep their relationship a secret around everyone they know in The Valley because they seem like the types to thrive on that tension⊠Literally nobody would care if they said they were dating, but theyâve convinced themselves that they HAVE to keep it between just them for a while at least. So they play friends, but canât help notice how they dressed up for the other. Of course there are a bunch of old friends around to look nice for, but neither of them just look nice. Thereâs a mutual pining going on all night that makes them almost lose it, but their one solace is that after whatever gathering theyâve dragged themselves to that they get to go home together. And yeah, they get to take those dresses off.
#yasmoon#cobra kai#cobra kai yasmine#cobra kai moon#yasmine x moon#moon x yasmine#cobra kai headcanon#cobra kai moodboard#yasmoon moodboard#teddy yaps#my headcanons#karatecaulfield
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