#is it still Silverusso if

[rosie-tyler]

Terry Silver & Daniel LaRusso | Claude Frollo & Esmeralda

[merv606]

SCREECHES

HOW DARE YOU?!!!!!!

Go to the corner and THINK about your actions

(Whispers - yes I have 😂)

THIS IS ALL YOU FAULT - I hope you’re proud of yourself (runs off crying)

How Thomas came up with that Excessive force dialogue for that scene™️

:Readmore:

“Three D’s?! Really Thomas,” Ralph chuckles. He flops down on the couch in Thomas’ trailer, hands going to the small bit of belly that pokes out over his jeans. “Where did that even come from?”

“You bring it out in me,” Thomas shrugs, eyes focusing on the little bit of pudge.

A small smirk tugs at the corners of Ralph’s mouth.

“Hey, I could had added Daddy and dick.”

Ralph laughs then, entire face scrunching up in a way that shouldn’t be as endearing (or as attractive) as Thomas finds it.

He stands up then, stretching, his back popping and he winces.

“Well wherever it came from, we’ll have to see if they can keep it in and still have the movie be PG.”

Thomas chuckles, focusing on the little bit of belly as Ralph stretches.

He’s still in his set clothes, they both are, and Thomas doesn’t know what comes over him, or at least, that’s what he’ll say when pressed later on by a thoroughly fucked out Ralph.

“You want me to teach them to you, Mr. Larusso?” It’s Terry’s Silver’s voice that comes out.

It’s not like they haven’t had sex in set, they’d been going at it like rabbits since their first scene together.

Thomas may or may not have had a crush on Ralph since the Outsiders.

His wife had laughed when he told her about getting the part in Karate Kid Three kissing the corner of his mouth while muttering, “you and hot brunettes,” knowing smirk in place. He could have feigned innocence but she knew him too well, and she also knew he wasn’t excited about this movie because it could be his big break.

Ralph looks up sharply, brown eyes blown almost black.

“Yeah, of course.”

“I think,” Thomas says, “what you’re looking for it Sir.”

“Yes, Sir,” he says, falling right into it.

“That’s good.”

Ralph slides to his knees.

“Now I want you to feel something.”

“What Terry?” He says breathily, looking up.

“I want you to feel it.”

“Terry what if someone sees?”

“I want you to take it out. Slow.”

“Terry.”

“Go on. Do it,” he says, nudging Ralph’s face up with a thumb under his chin.

Ralph slowly pulls down Thomas’ zipper.

“Go on. Do it.”

Ralph reached his hand in, pulling out his cock.

“Good girl.”

A pink tongue comes out, licking at the slit before taking the head into his mouth, cheeks hollowing.

The sight of Ralph on his knees, cock sliding in and out of his plush mouth is a sight Thomas is never going to get used to, and is so much hotter than anything he imagined.

Still, he also knows, something much hotter.

Thomas leans down, easily pulling Ralph up to his feet. Confused Ralph looks at Thomas following his eyes, smirking at what Thomas is looking at.

“I forgot, you like to watch,” he murmurs, looping his arms around his shoulders, Thomas leaning down automatically to bridge the height gap so their lips can touch.

“I do,” he says. There’s a nice big mirror in his trailer, so he can have the best of both worlds - watching himself as he fucks Ralph.

“Sure your back is up to it?” As much as he wants Ralph wrapped around his cock, he doesn’t want to be the one who puts him out of commission for any more of the shoot.

The poison oak incident, as they’ve been calling it, already has them a month behind.

“I need all the exercise I can get,” he laughs.

“As soon as I can stop these steroids hopefully this,” he pinches himself, goes with it.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’re about to get a workout in.”

He does, Thomas fucking him through several the personal assistants knocking on the trailer door, pointedly saying they’re both wanted on set.

The studio keeps asking why the filming keep falling so far behind, but never gets a straight answer.

I'm just saying I know rpf is cringe but if you're into the aesthetic of silverusso but not the moral quandary...

Have you considered ...

[yenforfairytales]

Sekai Tekai AU

Same exact scenario with Sam and Axel, except it's Young!Daniel and Young!Terry meeting for the first time in Barcelona as contestants.

Terry immediately smitten and entranced

Daniel uncharacteristically shy and soft but they bring that out in each other.

Moonlit walks through the city

A little date on the beach

Jokes and teasing without the bitterness and anger.

I just want these cutie pie selves to meet:

[deviousdevilx]

I should never do multi-chapter wip because I abandon them all BUT I have this plot in my terrible brain.

A Cobra Kai AU but it takes place in the 90s, Daniel is 28/29, his life hasn't gone the way he expected, he works at a gym after dropping out of college, struggling with his bisexuality, his romantic life is a mess, Mr. Miyagi moved back to Okinawa in 1990 after the bonsai shop failed, his mother remarried some rich guy from Silicon Valley.

He recently discovered Johnny Lawrence has reopened a Cobra Kai dojo, and this spurs Daniel into considering opening his own dojo at his and Mr. Miyagi's old place. Things get even more complicated though when he runs into Terry Silver at his mother's husband's daughter engagment party where her dad invited all his super rich friends etc (I imagine Daniel refusing to call her his step-sister as they aren't close)

Daniel spotting Terry across the room

also this reaction too

and Terry looks like this

OF COURSE TERRY goes over to apologize to Daniel who freaks out and leaves, almost causing a scene. Terry being Terry goes after him and they argue outside.

Yeah, that's all I got. I also imagine Silver bankrolling the new Cobra Kai dojos and Johnny has his shit together in this universe, I like to imagine he continued karate went to college, even competing in the Olympics or something.

Terry now sober is all 😍 over Danny boy

and Daniel is like 😖 and 😠towards Terry

[disbear]

iykyk, but if Operation Experience The Boy had come to fruition, the Silverusso discord would still be popping and we would be unstoppable. That's the truth.

[msfbgraves]

Daniel is sweet, but becomes sweeter with every pregnancy. Does he still get this way with the last two puppies? Or has that trait gone away now that he’s older?

Anyway I kinda like to think Robby is their only beta child with the last ones an Alpha and the youngest another omega. Maybe either is named Terry/Terri or Daniel/Danielle haha!

I wouldn't call it sweeter - if he got any sweeter, he'd melt. No, Daniel got some of his sass back, he has 4 teenagers to contend with and 2 adult Alpha children (if you squint), and a ten year old, he wouldn't survive. He gets some of his softness back with his baby pups - he's missed that so much!- but they're both more careful now, more measured as parents. They've been through more.

And genetically, another beta is more likely! Terry has no omega parents (though he has omega in his bloodline somewhere) and Daniel's Ma, too, is beta. (then where did his omega come from? Same freak genetics. Alpha pups of aristocracy, who very often came from omega mothers, liked to screw around with the poor people, so a lot of betas especially carry omega genes without knowing it, and they do combine into omega pups at times). Now baby Sara is absolutely Alpha, but baby Alexander is a very strong beta boy! People take him for Alpha, too, but he's far less temperamental and not impulsive at all. He's often the one to keep Sara out of kindergarten scrapes.

And there's no Terry or Daniel jr.

Terry was adamant that none of his children would be named after Italians, to which Daniel said: if I can't name my pups after my parents, they're also not going to be named after their parents! Ah, but... Anthony? Well, who brought them together, moreover, who kept them together in Sicily? That's right, Terry, and he's also the one who forbade half the town from killing you, so Anthony it is!

[theweirdcobrakaifan]

Guys female terry with Daniel 👀 give me terri silver she would spoil that boy and probably train him so well into her little naive hothead bratty baby boy that will be only dependent on her when she know get rid of mr miyagi probably send him to Japan for business or something

Also Terri and Daniel in kk3 her hands on his hips her hands on his ankle to help him stretch her taking her hair out the ponytail to circle him that way her hair brushed against his cheek a bit

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Silverusso, wet dream, angst

Telling people about how he had joined Cobra Kai back in the day, and how Silver had deceived and hurt him, was difficult. But Daniel had managed in the end. He hadn't told anyone about their sexual relationship though. It wasn't relevant.

Truth be told, he hated thinking about it more than any other thing Silver had done to him. Partly because the memories made his skin crawl. Partly because it had been the best sex of his life.

When Amanda still insists on taking a break and takes the kids with her, Daniel feels unmoored. It takes him a while to fall asleep that first night, all alone in the big empty house, which seems even larger now that it's just him. When he does doze off he is plagued by dreams.

Daniel's legs are up in the air, spread wide. Terry Silver is between them, above him, inside of him. Even though his surroundings are vague, Daniel knows they're on the mats in a dojo that feels like a mix between the old Cobra Kai building and the one at the strip mall. The sensation of Terry pounding him into the mat feels incredible. One moment it's the current Terry Silver, his hair the same color as his last name. Then he switches, dark hair, fine lines gone, before morphing back again. All the while thrusting into Daniel relentlessly. The sensations intensify, begin to draw moans from him. They're punched out of him, breathy and bordering on whiny, as his body works towards a release. When it arrives, it's as intense as ever. Throwing his head back, he lets out an 'ooooohhh', as if it's taken him by surprise.

His own drawn-out moan echoes through his head when Daniel wakes up, the last ripples of an orgasm moving through his body. It takes a moment for him to realize what's happened.

Staring at the ceiling, he remains still long after his breathing evens out and his heart stops pounding. Only when the urge to say 'thank you, Sir' fades away does he dare to move again.

[rosesradio]

Hi, do you mind if I pick your brain about the pro/antiship thing? I'd like to check first because it's a dumpster fire of a controversy in fandom spaces and I'd 100% understand not wanting to touch it with a ten-foot pole. But also cuz it mentions somethin triggering+disturbing.I've always wondered what another person might think but I usually try to stay miles away from fandom drama, but you seem like, not chronically online about it

lmaoo thank you, i try to make my blog a chill, safe space to come to despite me being. Not chill about anything ever 😅

so here’s the definition of each that i added to the poll:

Proshippers argue that shipping is all fictional, so there is no harm in shipping characters who shouldn’t be together in real life. Anti-shippers argue that fiction reflects and influences real-world beliefs and behaviors, so fans shouldn’t romanticize unhealthy relationships. You can be proship and not ship any problematic ships, or vice versa.

i got these definitions, with my own addition at the end, from a Reddit thread you might find helpful.

so i’ve been in fandom for many years, and up until around 2022 i was mostly what would be considered an anti-shipper.

within the (*gags*) sanders sides fandom, there was a ship called remrom. this was the ship between the characters roman and remus, canonically twin brothers. i never shipped it, not my thing, and it caused a lot of division in the fandom. people would often put on their wattpad (yeahhh wattpad era babey) profiles & even their fics “dni & leave if you ship remrom, go die” etc. i don’t think i put that on my own fics, but i was hostile & blocked people i found shipping it. because how could you ship twin brothers, that’s disgusting!!1!

…the funny thing about sanders sides, though, is that all of the characters represent fragments of one guy’s personality. roman is his creativity, remus is his dark!creativity, etc. the fandom shipped many other pairings with the (non-related) characters, the most popular being Roman and Virgil (anxiety). (Yes this is causing me physical pain to type out thanks for asking 🧍). so all that exposition aside…we were all shipping selfcest. and in a way, is selfcest any worse than incest? i suppose that’s subjective, but it just goes to show a bit of hypocrisy.

i also shipped some “problematic” pairings over the years, but changed them up to be “non-problematic”. for example, i had a billdip fic in which i made bill bodily 15 to match dipper & had him turn magically human (does this make the ship entirely non-problematic? hell no lmao, but as is the way of 15-year-old rose)

so that aside, i joined tumblr in 2022, in the cobra kai fandom. there’s a ship in the cobra kai fandom called silverusso, a ship between an insane(ly hot? don’t look at me 🫣) karate instructor named silver and the main character, daniel larusso. this ship is extremelyyy toxic on several levels. for one, daniel is freshly 18, while silver is assumed to be in his 30s(?) during karate kid 3 (please watch karate kid 3 but also be sure you’re sober when doing so because the movie is a trip, lol). for another, silver essentially seduces daniel into devolving into a violent robot, primed for silver’s command & corruption.

now for me…i’m not going to get into the details because i don’t want to, but i had experienced trauma somewhat related to the silverusso dynamic the previous year (only with minimal karate, lol). even three years later, i am still impacted by said trauma in small ways. i was honestly insulted by people shipping this ship, because it felt like they didn’t care about victims & were romanticizing and sexualizing situations i was having nightmares about.

that is, until i made some friends in the fandom. i bonded with them on our common interests, and then i got to see a bit more into the silverusso shippers’ heads rather than the horrible things i was hearing about them from others. i learned that they really weren’t that bad people at all, all well-intentioned & respectful of boundaries. some of them were even victims of trauma similar to my own, who used darkfic as a place to vent their emotions. considering i had told very few people of what happened, considering no one really understood, i felt safe.

not to plug, but this is a fic i wrote sort of in that space lol

so anyways, i learned more & more about proshipping ways, profiction, anti-harassment, & anti-censorship. i adopted the take that fiction can be a good place to explore complex emotions or even just compelling ideas.

(because you do not need to be traumatized to be interested in darkfic! in fact, the anti-ship take of “darkfic is okay if you’re recovering from trauma” is often harmful to victims, forcing them to out themselves for a stranger to judge if they’re “traumatized enough” to be “allowed” write darkfic. people should be free to write whatever with no explanation, just respect to others & proper tags/warnings).

i would like to think that the anti-ship ideals are in the best interest of others. they often do speak from a place of wanting to respect trauma victims (even if the hate messages they’ve sent me aren’t very respectful, lol). i can see how easy it is to be swept up into the moral quandary of it all because i’ve been there. in fact, if i saw trauma victims who were anti-shippers today, who felt the same resentment i did in 2022, i would feel sympathy for them and wish them the best in their recovery. darkfic has definitely helped me, though it is not for everyone. (though to those people i would also recommend they block bothersome tags and try to clear it from their mind).

i do wish people would approach actual proshippers to ask the way you are right now, anon. i think the spread of misinformation on how “being proship = shipping only problematic pairings” or god forbid “being proship = being a pedo” means a lot of well-meaning people obviously are disgusted and don’t bother to seek out the actual meaning of the term.

you don’t have to ship problematic parings or like darkfic to be considered proship. in fact, a lot of my mutuals here only like fluff & traditionally “healthy” pairings, but they support people’s right to ship and write whatever they want, provided it stays in its properly tagged lane. it’s just important to not push for censorship on sites like ao3 (one of the last safe spaces for every kind of fanfic), as well as not harass anyone in fandom for what they do with fiction. it’s not proper fandom etiquette, and it’s not a good thing to do.

fictional characters are dolls. real people are real, as are their feelings.

one last thing

i hope all of that answered your question, anon, and feel free to return with any more questions you might have 💌

[rosie-tyler]

Some of the things TIG says makes me wonder if he secretly ships Silverusso hahahaha.

I'm like 99% sure Terry&Daniel duo is his favourite in the whole show, if not the franchise.

This post says EVERYTHING

TIG mentioned that the script of TKK3 always changed so he improvised A LOT soooooo

I'm still waiting for TIG to reveal that he was the one to write it👁️👄👁️

As for Cobra Kai, where he didn't have much freedom like he had in TKK3, he still managed to make some acting choices™

And more...

And I just love how he loves to bring up Daniel/Ralph every chance he gets (me fr)

Like the way he mentioned how much Silver wanted to be Daniel's friend and then immediately how he wanted to be loved?👀

(gif by godwithwethands)

(We made a joke abt this with my moot how at first he doubted whether to star in Cobra Kai or not bc the writers refused to make Silver friends with Daniel, but then he was offered the sauna scene and he agreed🤭)

[macchiatosdumptruck]

@ your tags about the whole Silver, Wolf, Kreese, Daniel thing being a Shakespearean comedy are soo so true. For me it's like

Silver showing off his new sugar baby who's ready to fight for him expect. Kreese is seething with jealousy while Daniel doesn't care. Relieved even because maybe now Silver will get over him. (He won't and will continue to make it everyone's problem)

Thank you for understanding my vision 😌

I truly am not clever enough to write it properly, but these guys deserve looney toons style shenanigans.

Everyone arguing over who the other woman is. Kreese like, "did our situationship in Nam mean nothing to you? No homo "

Daniel spitting at Terry like a feral cat only to feel slighted that Terry has a side hoe, like Terry was supposed to be obsessed with him???? What is he, chopped liver?

Wolf is just happy to be included and determined to prove his worth like a little guard dog, because he's not to be underestimated. Everyone is convinced they're The Real Deal for Terry, but only Wolf actually wants Terry, and due to that Terry only wants him to sublimate his Yearning

[silverusso]

Terry is so obsessed with Daniel it’s pathetic lmao. He spends his time hunting the Italian twink down, stares at him in sexy and menacing ways, makes sure Daniel sees him in all his naked glory (and he looks fantastic I must say), he KIDNAPS the poor boy and puts him in a CAGE (!!!!!), he lets his hand linger ever so gently on Daniel’s chest when handing him the envelop.

Our favorite psycho had got it BAD and it makes him STUPID and I love it!

Yes this show is terrible now, but my god is Terry awesome.

They joked about Terry putting Mike in a cage and now they put Daniel in one instead. That's wild. I wish I cared, but alas I do not lmao. But I'm glad silverusso got something for the people who still watch.

[ziltoidcoffee]

CK Drabble: Mail-Order Omega

(A Silverusso drabble based on old photos of Ralph where he looks absolutely bratty.

Daniel is an omega whose mother signs him up for an alpha-omega dating agency. Refusing to marry some random alpha, he tries to sabotage himself, but an alpha named Terry Silver is still interested. When the alpha flies to Newark to visit him, Daniel is forced to go on the date, but he spends the entire time trying to get Terry to hate him. It doesn’t quite work.)

At nineteen years old, Daniel has no interest in getting married.

He just finished high school and has his whole life ahead of him. Only he’s an omega, the rarest of the second genders. This means nothing really, except that he has a heat every other month and got picked on by every alpha growing up. Thankfully, he started reading about karate sophomore year and was able to fend for himself—at least for the most part. But being an omega also means he’s a very eligible bachelor.

Most particularly to alphas, who are almost as rare. Therefore, omegas are often arranged to marry and mate them, and their families are given a hefty paycheck. But Daniel wants to marry for love, not money. Always has, always will.

Yet he’s riding the bus on his way to an arranged date with an alpha he’s never met before.

It’s all his mother’s fault. She signed him up for this arranged marriage agency through the mail. Not against his will. Daniel agreed. But not without a fight. At first, he refused and threatened to move out. Then she revealed how far behind they are on the mortgage payment. She got let go from her job a month ago and hasn’t been able to find work since.

Daniel didn’t want to lose the family house, the one his father bought for them. So he tried to help, applying to hundreds of jobs around town. But apparently, an omega is worth more as a fiance than an employee. Especially one with no experience and only a high school diploma.

He kept searching though. Cause there’s no way he was marrying some random alpha, no matter how much they were willing to pay. That’s what Daniel told himself. Then he walked in on his mother crying over a picture of them with his dad.

“Fine, ma. I give up. Call the agency,” he told her at the time. “But I doubt anyone will wanna marry me.”

That was two weeks ago.

Since then, his mother found a new job, and they’re no longer behind on mortgage payments. So Daniel assumed she’d drop the idea. But his mom played the guilt card and begged him to go. She claimed she wanted Daniel to have what she and his father did. That world for like a minute—until he had to pose for photos and fill out some long-winded survey. He felt like a piece of meat up for sale.

Disgusted with himself and the whole idea, he took the worst photos and gave the most annoying answers, guaranteeing no alpha would want him

Except one stupid alpha did.

His mother broke the news to him last night. A wealthy, older alpha from California was interested in Daniel. So much that he apparently flew in last night and arranged a date at the most expensive restaurant in Newark. He begged his mother to cancel the date, explaining that any alpha who wanted him was probably crazy. But after accidentally revealing his plan to sabotage, he gave her fuel to guilt trip him into going.

Only he wasn’t going to “behave” like she urged him when he stomped on the bus. Daniel’s going to make this alpha hate him, even if he had to embarrass himself in front of the entire town.

Because there’s no way he’s marrying this alpha. He wants to mate with someone he loves—not for money or status.

Daniel’s plan begins when he arrives at the restaurant. The bus dropped him off a block away, but he doesn’t walk in the door until his date’s already been sitting there for ten minutes. He almost feels bad. But after clocking the snide look from the hostess at his cheap suit, he’s reminded why tonight has to be a failure. This alpha isn’t from his world, and after tonight, he’ll know Daniel isn’t made for his either.

Yet the alpha seems completely unbothered when the hostess leaves him at their table. He smiles wide, stands up, and offers his hand. “Hello, Daniel,” he greets. “Terry Silver. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

His voice sends a shiver down Daniel’s spine, as does the alpha’s rich, intoxicating scent. He smells of the ocean on a sunny day with hints of cherry blossoms, leather, and sandalwood. It’s so strong that he can hardly think and even takes a second to respond.

“Uh, you too,” he manages and shakes the alpha’s hand while trying not to stare. Because if the scent of him wasn’t enough, Terry is one of the most handsome men he’s ever met, with his dark blue eyes, statuesque proportions, and charming smile.

But this changes nothing.

Terry may be an attractive alpha, but he’s still willing to spend money on an omega he doesn’t even know. Clearly, there must be something wrong with him, and Daniel isn’t willing to marry him to find out. He sits down across from Terry and brings his attention to the leather-bound menu, preparing to launch into plan a: acting like a rude, spoiled brat. Hopefully, the restaurant staff will forgive him, and if not, it’s not like he’s coming back

“Did you already order?” he snaps, changing his tone entirely.

“Oh, no. I assumed you’d want to order your own meal.” When Daniel glances up, he half expects the alpha to be laughing. They’re known for walking all over omegas, some going as far as controlling what they eat. Yet Terry is smiling innocently and adds, “Please, order whatever you’d like. This is all on me, of course.”

Daniel scoffs. What a typical alpha, assuming he has no money. He might not. But he should at least get the opportunity to split the bill. At least he doesn’t have to pretend to be angry. “Of course? Because I can’t afford it?”

Terry frowns. “Would you like to pay for your share? I’d love to treat you, but maybe we can get dessert somewhere after where you can pay.”

His eyes go wide. He must be joking. “What?” Daniel never expected some wealthy, older alpha from L.A. to suggest eating somewhere in Newark—beyond their finest, most expensive restaurant.

The waitress arrives before Terry can answer. She asks what they’d like, and he orders the most expensive dish, tagliolini pasta with lobster and truffles. Daniel doesn’t even like seafood, but it's worth pissing off the alpha. Or he thought so anyway. Terry smiles and says he’ll have the same, along with a bottle of red from their top shelf.

He grits his teeth. Maybe the alpha is being polite, or he doesn’t know the price. It doesn’t matter though. Daniel is straying from his plan. But Terry beats him before he can even speak, asking, “So, how was your day, Daniel?” His tone is so friendly that a real answer almost comes out of Daniel.

Instead though, he crosses his arms with a pout. “Shit, I hated it.” Simple but effective.

Terry frowns. “Why? What happened?”

God, that sounded genuine. Daniel pretends to be unphased. “Oh, nothing particularly. I just fucking hate it here. Everyone sucks, and there’s nothing to do.” Which is such a lie. “You wouldn’t understand.” But that isn’t.

“I have bad days sometimes too,” Terry tells him. “Yesterday, I had a difficult work meeting, and then I sat in two hours of traffic.” Daniel rolls his eyes. Like that could even compare. “I remember you said in the letter that your favorite place is the Bahamas. Have you ever been there?”

Shit, he completely forgot everything he wrote. Now he’ll have to come up with an excuse that isn’t “I picked somewhere expensive and impractical so you’d be annoyed.” Daniel shrugs and says, “No, just thought it sounds—I don’t know…peaceful. Why? You hate it? Or been there too many times to count?”

A laugh rumbles out of Terry. The sound makes Daniel’s heart flutter, more than he wants to admit. “Only once or twice. For business. That’s how I’ve done most of my traveling. Or with a friend if he isn’t busy.” His lips draw into a smile. “But I would be open to doing more traveling, preferably with a mate to enjoy the trip with.”

Daniel hates how amazing the idea sounds, being able to see the world with someone you love. “Sounds nice.” The comment comes out before he can restrain himself, and his tone is hopeful, nothing close to rude.

Terry’s smile widens. Before either can speak, the waitress returns with the wine. She pours them both a glass, sets the bottle in ice on the table, and notes the food will be ready soon. Once she leaves again, the alpha lifts his glass into the air with a smile.

“To a wonderful evening,” he cheers, and Daniel smirks at the perfect opportunity.

“We’ll see,” he mutters and ignores Terry’s toast to take a drink.

The wine is fine, really. Not that much different from cheap stuff Daniel’s had at family gatherings. But that answer isn’t rude enough. He’ll have to take it up a notch. “Ugh.” Daniel slams his glass down with a groan. “Gross. It tastes like cheap grape juice.”

Any decent person would be annoyed. Instead, Terry hums and stares at the bottle. “I think you’re right. Perhaps she got the order wrong.” He looks around the room with a frown. “I’ll ask the waitress to double-check when she comes back around.”

Oh God. The last thing Daniel wants to do is get someone in trouble. He’s fine pissing off Terry but not a hardworking innocent woman. “No, don’t,” he blurts, then remembers he’s supposed to be rude and crosses his arms. “She’ll just fuck it up again.”

For a second, he swears the alpha’s lip quirk up, almost looking amused. But whatever was there is gone in a flash. Terry frowns and glances toward the back of the restaurant. “I just hope the food is acceptable. This was supposed to be the best place in town. I had my assistant Margaret check.”

Terry did research for their date? Did he care that much about trying to please him? Daniel’s heart flutters in his chest, but he ignores the feeling, remembering his mission.  “We should’ve gone to the city.” He slouches against the booth and lets out a loud groan. “God, this town’s going to the dogs.”

It hurts Daniel to talk trash about Newark, but at least his performance is successful. Everyone nearby turns to stare at them, and Terry looks less than enthused, glancing around the room. Daniel pretends not to care, sipping his glass of wine. When silence follows for several minutes, he’s ready to declare a victory. But then a hand settles over his on the table, bringing the alpha’s scent closer, and his gaze jumps to Terry who smiles back.

“I’m sorry you’re not having a good time” He rubs his thumb across Daniel’s. “If you wish, we can leave now, and I’ll take us somewhere more acceptable. I know a chef who owns a restaurant on the upper east side. I’m sure he can find a table for us.”

His tone is so sincere that Daniel almost groans in annoyance. Clearly, Terry isn’t bothered by his bratty behavior, but he’s not willing to act any more rude than he has already. Which means it’s time to switch to plan b: acting like a slut. Because while the alpha doesn’t care if he’s impolite, there’s no way he’s going to want an omega who’s slept with half the town. Only Daniel’s never been past second past—with only one beta no less. Thankfully, he’s prepared an act for this strategy too.

“Nah, might as well stay. We’re already here.” Daniel slides off his suit jacket and undoes the top few buttons of his shirt, exposing a sliver of his mating gland. As expected, this draws the eyes of Terry instantly, but his expression doesn’t change.  “It’s just—I know the chef. He might spit in our food.”

The alpha’s brow raises, eyes coming back to his face. “Really? Why’s that?”

Daniel glances back at the kitchen door. “Let’s just say the alpha couldn’t get enough of what I was serving,” he says with a smirk, and Terry’s lips press together tightly.

Jackpot. Now he’s getting somewhere. “Didn’t help that was cooking for his beta brother too.” Daniel shrugs. “But what can I say? I’m an experienced chef.”

There’s silence for a moment, as Terry simply stares at him. Daniel can’t help but curl his fist in victory under the table. He’s going to be asked to leave, maybe even yelled at. But then a laugh escapes the alpha, and he stiffens in confusion. “Well, that’s good to hear…because I can’t cook at all,” Terry says with a grin. “Maybe you could give me cooking lessons sometime. Or at least share your recipes.”

God dammit. He rolls his eyes. Is this alpha stupid or what? Didn’t he catch the innuendo? “Christ,” Daniel mutters under his breath. He’ll have to get more obvious. But before he can say anything else, the waitress returns with their food and places a dish in front of each of them.

“Looks better than I thought,” Terry chuckles, reading for his fork and knife. “Have you had this before?”

“Uh—” Daniel unwraps his utensils while he thinks of a response. “Yeah, but I don’t remember the taste much. Had too many garlic knots that night.” To punctuate the words, he winks and stuffs a helping of the pasta in his mouth.

Terry nods but doesn’t respond until he’s taken a bite himself. “I’ve never been one for garlic,” he admits. “But maybe you could convince me” Daniel coughs, almost choking in shock at his ignorance, and the alpha’s eyes widen. “Are you okay? Here, let me—”

He swallows with a gasp and pushes away his hand, wanting the alpha’s addicting smell as far away as possible. “I’m fine. Just went down the wrong pipe.”

“Good, you had me worried.” Terry smiles, and Daniel looks away, irritated at the failure of his plan. Maybe he has to be more obvious. Even though he hoped to leave with some dignity.

An opportunity arises when the beta waitress returns to their table. “How is everything?” she asks with a smile Her friendliness only makes Daniel feel worse, but hopefully, she’ll understand. He can always come back later and explain someday.

“It’s—” Terry begins, but he cuts the alpha off. “It’s wonderful!” Daniel exclaims with a smirk.

She nods. “Good to hear. If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to ask.” “Well, there is something else I want,” Daniel purrs, leaning in close enough to smell her faint rose and vanilla scent. “What time do you get off tonight?”

He brushes his hand against her thigh, and her eyes go wide. “I—” She glances between them. “That’s—”

“That’s all.” A low, commanding voice cuts in. He sucks in a breath, snapping his gaze to Terry leering across the table. Daniel pulls his hand back, reacting to the alpha growl before his brain can catch up.

This seems to please Terry. He smiles and nods at the waitress who scurries away. But his eyes narrow again when he turns back to Daniel, still frozen for some strange reason. “Are you done yet?” he asks with a sigh, tone dripping with irritation.

Daniel blinks at him. “What?”

Terry takes another bite before answering. “This—” He waves the fork between them. “Your act.”

His stomach drops at the accusation. Does he mean—he can’t possibly know—was Daniel being that obvious? He clears his throat. “W-what do you mean?” Despite playing dumb, he can’t strip the nervous stutter from his words.

“You know very well.” Terry’s chuckle sounds more amused than angry.

Still, even if he’s not mad, there’s no way Daniel’s confessing. Not until he has to. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he snaps, slamming his fork on the table. “I’m not doing anything!”

His rising voice earns the attention of a few guests nearby, but Terry doesn’t react more than glancing at the silverware before returning his gaze to the omega. “Yes, you are,” he declares while reaching for his glass. “But I’ll play your little game and explain—this time anyway.”

Daniel swallows, waiting for an answer. He swears the alpha takes longer than necessary to drink his wine. But once he sets the glass back down, Terry smiles and steeples his hands on the table. “Where shall I begin? Perhaps the beginning. When I first received your application.” Daniel shrugs like he doesn’t care, but his heart is thumping in his chest.

Terry nods. “First, let me be honest. I wasn’t really interested in an omega—or mating. Not in the slightest. But my assistant Margaret—she’s ‘concerned’ about me, apparently. So she signed me up for this alpha-omega matchmaking agency—behind my back.” Daniel snorts. She sounds like his mom.  “Anyway, I glanced at a few applications, but nothing stuck out. Like I suspected. I am a man of particular taste…But then yours came across my desk, and your picture alone interested me.”

Heat rises to Daniel’s cheeks. He never thought a man like Terry would be interested in him. At least not for his looks. Though that would explain why the alpha still wanted to meet him after the photos and answers Daniel sent.

“But,” Terry continues with a growing smile. “Your photos—they looked very…staged.”

The word is like a kick to Daniel’s face. But to avoid looking phased, he swallows and stares straight ahead.

“So I did my own research, of course. Or rather, Margaret did.” Uh oh. Daniel didn’t like the sound of that. “She was able to get a hold of your school yearbook. But those photos looked posed too. So I reached out to the agency, and your mother sent out some more photos the next. Didn’t she tell you?”  His jaw tightens. No, she didn’t. God dammit. He got played by his own mother. “Well, the Daniel in those photos seemed nothing like the brat you were trying to portray in the first batch—and today.”

Before he can stop himself, Daniel lifts a hand to palm his face, But once he realizes and pulls back, it’s already too late. From the grin on Terry’s face, he clearly saw everything. “So, you see.” The alpha glances at the door then turns back to Daniel. “The jig was up—long before you even walked in here and put on that act.”

Daniel’s heart stutters in his chest. He’s been caught. Terry knows everything. But wait—what about the questionnaire? He still has that at least. “Think whatever you want. But that was me, and this is me,” he defends. “Didn’t you get my survey? Everything I wrote was the truth. It’s not my fault if you can’t handle me.”

A bark of laughter erupts from Terry. “Oh, Danny-boy,” he chuckles, the nickname a shiver down Daniel’s back. When did that start? “I can handle you well enough. Even if this—” He spreads his arms wide between them. “Is the real you.” Daniel’s hand curls to a fist under the table. Fuck, he embarrassed himself for nothing. “But I know it’s not,” Terry adds. “At least, not to this extent.”

That’s a hell of a claim. “How could you know?” Daniel growls. Did his mom redo the questionnaire too? He swears she sent the letter as is.

Terry shrugs. “I did my homework, like any good businessman would.”

Daniel raises a brow. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Exactly what you think,” he answers. “I hired a private investigator to look into you. He spoke with your friends and family, pretending to be a potential employer, and they painted an entirely different picture of Daniel LaRusso. One that looked nothing like the person you pretended to be today, or in those photos, or the survey.”

A shiver runs down Daniel’s spine. He’s not sure what’s more unsettling, that Terry sent a stranger to investigate him or that the man knew who to ask and where. “I can’t believe you did that,” he hisses. “You’re crazy."

The alpha barks a laugh. “You really think I’d fly all the way here without doing a little digging first?” Daniel’s face burns with self-consciousness. Maybe he was stupid for assuming, but still, a phone call would have sufficed. “But I’m not saying that to offend you. I would do the same for any omega I was interested in.” He leans in closer, and the distance makes his scent grow stronger. “And it’s a good thing I did because all that talk about you ‘cooking’ around town might’ve fooled me. But we both know that’s not the truth, is it?”

Shame burns like a flame under Daniel’s skin. He can’t believe this is happening, that the alpha would go that far. “Jesus Christ.” He starts to button his shirt back up, feeling like a fool. “What the hell did he ask them?” Because he can only imagine the worst.

“Relax,” Terry chuckles, but Daniel doesn’t miss his gaze flickering to Daniel’s chest. “I told him to be discreet. But let’s just say…your family likes to gossip. He didn’t have to say much before your past relationships came up. Or should I say relationship?”

Daniel groans and drops his head back against the booth. “God dammit.” Having a big mouth seems to run in his family, and sadly, he’s not an expectation from that rule. They know way more than any relative should about his sex life, which means Terry was right when he said “the jig is up.” His act was a complete waste of time.

“Fine.” He slams a hand on the table. “You’re right, okay? I was faking it.” His hands come together to clap slowly and sarcastically. “Congratulations, you found me out. Can I go now?” Daniel glances around, looking for the waitress. “Maybe I can get this to go or—”

Terry’s hand on his stops him mid-sentence. He freezes and glances up at the frowning alpha. “Wait, Daniel, hear me out.” His plea sounds sincere, and he even retracts his touch, earning Daniel’s silence to continue. “I wasn’t lying when I said I was interested in you, and despite everything, I still am. So let’s start over and make this a real date.” He holds out his hand with a charming smile. “I’m Terry Silver. Nice to meet you.”

He stares at the alpha’s fingers in silence, trying to decide what to do. On one hand, Terry has been creepy and manipulative, and every instinct in Daniel is saying to run, as far away as possible. But then again, he hasn’t been much better, lying and playing the alpha because he can’t stand up to his mom properly. So in a way, he feels like he owes him a genuine date, and when he was acting earlier, Terry was being a gentleman.

Plus, he’s probably the most handsome man that’s ever shown interest. And he smells ridiculously good, better than any alpha Daniel’s ever met. Even now, with his hand so close, Terry’s scent is wafting across the table, and Daniel has to close his eyes a second to concentrate on making a decision.

Ultimately, he comes up with the same answer. “Sorry,” Daniel starts, and the mere word makes Terry drop his hand. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’m not really interested in dating right now, and I don't even know you. But thanks for the offer.” He tears his gaze from the alpha whose smile has faded to glance around the restaurant. “I wonder if I can get a box from the—”

A sigh from Terry cuts him off. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this…”

“Do what?” Daniel asks as the alpha reaches into his suit jacket and retrieves a small device that he sets on the table. “What’s that? Is that a recorder?” He’s seen them a few times in movies, but that doesn’t explain why Terry would have one. “Were you recording this? Why?”

“Leverage.” Terry shrugs. “I told you, Danny. I’m a businessman, and a good one at that.”

Is he really calling him Danny at a time like this? “Stop calling me that,” he hisses. “And what leverage? Nothing I did is illegal.” It isn’t, right? “Not illegal per say but certainly against the contract you and your mother signed.” Terry slides a hand into his jacket again, this time to pull out a folded up piece of paper that he slides across the table. “Take a look at section a, sub-section d.”

With a sneer, Daniel snatches the contract and unfolds to find the specific section, which he reads out loud. “If the omega provides false information or lies on the application or attached documents, such lies are grounds for contract termination.” He shrugs. “So what? Void it? I don’t care.” That’s exactly what he wants.

Terry taps the paper with a finger. “Go on.”

He rolls his eyes but continues. “Once the contract is voided with proof of falsification, the alpha has the right to seek payment for any—” Daniels goes silent as he reads the rest of the sentence then peers up at Terry with wide eyes.

“I take it you understand, yes?” Daniel nods, still too stunned to speak. “Good. Then if you still want to end this date and void the contract, you’re now responsible for the bill and my plane ticket here.” Terry takes back the paper and winks. “And I only fly first class.”

Daniel swallows. He can pay the restaurant bill. It might be everything he has left in savings, but he can, if he has to. But the plane ticket—there’s no way he can pay for that. His mom probably can’t either.

He runs a hand over his face and lets out a sigh. “What do you want? Cause I’ll finish this date. Whatever.” Daniel points at him with a glare. “But don’t expect me to be in a good mood now. Not when you’re sitting there threatening me.”

This earns him a laugh. “Oh, the offer’s changed now,” Terry says, reaching for his glass of wine. “We’ll finish this meal, but that’s not all I want.”

“What then? What more do you want? Cause I ain’t got much to offer.”

“You’re more than enough,” Terry purrs, and Daniel hates how that warms his cheeks. “I want you to come out to California with me—for at least a week. Give me that long to plead my case, or rather, court you. And don’t worry, you won’t be responsible for paying for anything while you’re there, and you’ll get to stay in my mansion, in your own bed. I promise.”

The offer sounds too good to be true. A free trip to California where he’ll get to stay in a mansion with a handsome alpha? Daniel would say yes in a heartbeat—if Terry were anyone else. But right now, he wants to be nowhere near the man who threatened him and interrogated his family. Well, technically he didn’t, but still.

When he doesn’t answer right away, the alpha sets his glass down with a frown “Fine, I’ll leave,” he sighs, setting the napkin from his lap on the table. “The agency will be in touch with you and your mother about payment. Have a good day, Daniel.”

Terry only gets a foot away before Daniel blurts out, “Wait.” He turns around slowly and sits back down.

“I’m listening.”

“I’m probably gonna regret this,” Daniel starts, but when Terry’s jaw tenses, he rushes to finish. “Sorry. I’m just—” He sighs and forces out the words. “I’ll do it. I’ll go with you to California. For a week. That’s it. As long as you leave my mom alone…and don’t ask us for any money. That’s my offer.”

A sharp smile worms itself to Terry’s lips. “You got a deal.”  Daniel sighs in relief but startles when his plate is pushed toward him. “Eat up, Danny-boy. Our plane leaves in a few hours.”

He sucks in a breath. Yeah, he’s gonna regret this.

[disbear]

I'm sorry because intellectually I agree with the consensus that season 1 and 2 were superior and Cobra Kai has gone downhill since then but when I watch the Silverusso beat down scene my critical faculties fly out the window and season 5 is the darling of my heart. That's the truth. When Daniel goes to walk out because he thinks he can? He still thinks Terry will allow that. Because in spite of all the torture in 1985, Terry never once hurt Daniel physically with his own hands. So Daniel doesn't see it coming, not until Terry sidesteps and blocks his path casually with his hands folded innocently, pOLITELY. And Terry smirks and it's playful and threatening at the same time and Daniel realises the pain is about to begin. THAT MOMENT. THAT IS TELEVISION. Thank you Cobra Kai, thank you TIG. Bless you. Season 5 is King. Season 1 whomst?

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Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Cobra Kai, Karate Kid (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Terry Silver Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Terry Silver Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Manipulation, more to be added - Freeform, Dubious Consent, non consensual sexual touching Summary:

A canon divergence of what would happen if Terry had taken Daniel home after that first fight.

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i swear that TIG lowkey likes terry and daniel together lmao. just from some of the things he’s said in interviews or when asked to share his thoughts…he may not know what silverrusso is but he definitely has some ideas about them. maybe even feels. and not just that, but TIG’s acting choices concerning daniel even from kk3 have been highly suspicious. it got more subtle in CK but at the same time more sensual and more powerful?? every single scene they have together is charged with this wild energy that is barely restrained. the air cackles with electricity and terry channels this into every second he has with danny boy. amazing. ridiculous. outrageous chemistry.

I read tkk3 as maniac decides to seduce young teenager as revenge for hurting his own flame, falls in love at first glimpse (forget sight! He's already intrigued by his happily dancing shadow), doubles down on the seduction since the boy is into it (God he's pretty), gets unexpectedly broken up with, beats him up twice (by proxy) because that is Not Allowed, admits defeat, goes on Massive Bender, becomes a Good Person because The Boy seems into that, truly tries to not be a maniac anymore, stops collecting young boys because I suppose his therapist conditioned him out of those behaviours with a shock collar, puts all his manic energies into Being Normal, you've never seen anyone be This Extra about Being Chill, and then he takes one look at those Baby Browns and all of that goes straight out of the window. It really feels like TIG went: "What would I be liked coked out of my mind?" But the thing is, and I say this with the deepest love and respect, I think that most people could not take enough coke to get to his baseline of energy. And yes he seems very happy to work with Ralph Macchio, but (and I know I'm not spouting a popular opinion here) Ralph seems a bit reserved? Intimidated? That's just the vibe I get. Yes, the energy is off the charts, and he calls Thomas the sweetest guy and an absolute pro but I detect some "Whoa! You're a lot, sir" 😅 there. Like, Ralph [in whatever he chooses to show us, which I know is a persona] normally makes men all bashful or helplessly aggressive because they're into him and They Shouldn't Be. And Ralph is always like "I'm just A Little Guy" while blowing the world kisses. But Thomas reacts to that [Again, who knows him really, it's all in interviews and he too is at work so it's a persona too] not with confusion but with "Hells yeah, get me some of that!" and it's the first time Ralph truly does not have the upper hand when playing the seduction card. That's how I see Silverusso in canon too. Daniel is very much into Terry but he's got such a forceful personality, Daniel is afraid he'll get swamped. And Terry can do a lot of things, but truly tone himself down is not one of them. And sure this could all be an act to play up their roles in a franchise in interviews, actors are known to do that. But that's how their dynamic reads to me.

And of course TIG knows what Silverusso is. They all know what LawRusso is, do we believe they haven't looked into other ships? He's been writing scripts for TV, of course he knows about fandom. He may have been asked not to read any for legal reasons but he clearly appreciates fandom going by his enthusiasm for fanart. Naw, man knows what's up.