#cobra kai demetri imagine

[gemini-sensei]

@sensei-venus

Shy!Eli and Shy!Best-Friend!Reader who fuck behind the scenes and keep it a secret from Demetri. They don't want him to get weird about it or make him feel like a third wheel, failing to realize demetri knows they've had dumb little crushes on each other for literal years. He just doesn't realize they fuck now, thinking they're both too shy to ever admit their feeling for one another.

Until one day Demetri comes over to Eli's place spur of the moment because he's excited about something and just had to come shownit to Eli in person. He lets himself in and the house is quiet. Just for a moment he thinks bo one is home and then he hears a cry of "Oh Eli!" Well now he just has to investigate.

Despite the tone of voice, he really doesn't expect much. So when he comes to Eli's bedroom and peeks into the ightky ajar door, he's shocked to see his two best friends going at it like it's their last day on earth.

Eli's on top, fucking into Reader roughly while her thick thighs are in his hands. He's holding them on his hips, her pudgy fat spilling over his fingers and he squeezes them hard just to make her moan louder. She's on her back, ass slightly lifted off of the mattress, and her whole body is being rocked. Her tits are bouncing and each thrust into her makes her soft belly jiggle. Demetri can't see it, but he can hear her cunt and how wet it is; how it squelches with each hard thrust into it. Her toes are curling and she's crying out Eli's name like a chant.

Demetri can't move. He knows he shouldn't be watching through a crack in the door, but a fire has lit in his belly at the sight of his best friends fucking. Before he knows what he's doing, he has his shirt rolled up and bit between his teeth and his dick in his hands. He's gagged himself so he stays quiet, not wanting to interrupt their obviously passionate romp.

And if finding them in such a compromising position wasn't shocking enough, what eli says next certainly through demetri for a loop.

"I'm gonna a fill you up!" he whines.

And Demetri's whole gunt clenches. His cock throbs. Surely they're not doing it raw? His two best friends aren't that stupid, are they? But he can't hardly give it serious thought as he jerks off to their moans and the way they shake the bed. It's a lingering thought in his mind that they're having such risky sex when up until that moment no one knew what they were doing.

It isn't until they're screaming with pleasure as they come does Demetri get an answer to his question. After rutting into her hard and grunting, Eli finishes and pulled out. His cock is covered in their mixed arousal and shortly after he withdraws from her cunt, a river of thick creamy cum leaks from her twitchy hole.

The sight makes Demetri's cock throb and he bites into his short harder. He hardly has time to process it all before he watches Reader turn over, get on her knees and lay on her chest, then spread herself for open for Eli as another glob of his cum escapes her cunt and clings to her fat swollen clit.

"Please... please, Eli, I need you," she begs so sweetly. Her cheek is pressed into the sheets and she looks so pretty. So irresistible. "I need you so much."

Eli only nods, pumping his cock to keep it from going soft. Then he's getting behind her and sliding in, balls deep with little effort. He grabs her hips and leans over and starts humping into her fast and hard. Her groans and whines about how tight she is and how he's gonna make sure she's full of his cum. He spouts utter filth that Demetri has never heard him say before, talking about how pretty and hot she looks overflowing with his cum and taking it all so well. She whimpers and lays there's, at his mercy as he all but jackhammers his cock into her.

Demetri is painfully aware of how close he is, and comes before its over. He catches what he can in one hand. However, it's a lot and threatens go spill over. He doesn't know what to so and doesn't want to get caught by his friends, so he shoves himself back into his pants and continues to come in his jeans. It's wet and hot and sticky, and it has him shuddering as he can do nothing but know he's messing in his pants for his two best friends. Heavy ropes fill the crotch of his pants and spill down his pant leg, but he keeps his eyes on Eli and Reader while they fuck like bunnies - cute, shy, secretly filthy bunnies.

When it's over, Demetri leaves for home. Bjt when he gets there and is in the comfort and privacy of his own bedroom, he's hardly out of his cum soaked jeans before he's jacking off again. To his own shock and horror, he's imagining himself fucking Reader on his big fat cock, making her squeal and moan and cry out, as she may or may not be fat and plump with his best friend's baby in her belly...

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[sensei-venus]

Thinking about Robby with his tiny chubby girlfriend who is always bubbly. She's always bouncing around trying to do something. There is never a dull moment with her. Robby is the complete opposite. He's more mellow than she is by a good mile but it works. Both of them try new things together and encourage the other to go out and do things.

Reader always ends up sitting on his lap or cuddling up next to him when they are around each other. Practically glued to each other. Reader laughs at almost everything Robby says, he loves to whisper things in her ear and she just cracks up. Covering her mouth as she laughs, it's adorable to watch and he always ends up smiling a little about it.

Demetri always gets flustered when he catches them together.

Deep down he might have started to develop a crush on the two of them after getting to know them better. Robby is handsome and so strong, Reader is so sweet and adorable. It's like a weird awakening when he finds out they are a couple. Suddenly he wants to be between them in more ways than one. Hawk knows about this the minute he catches him staring at the couple from afar.

It's a normal day of training when Reader stops by to hang out with Robby during their break. Sitting together while they chat about going out later that week. Robby says something with a grin which makes Reader giggle a little. Hawk looks over to Demetri to find him all big-eyed with flushed cheeks just watching them. He snaps the boy out of his little trance by slapping him in the back. He flinches under the touch and looks away from the happy little duo. The mohawked teen just smirks at him for a while which has the taller boy shying away pretty quickly. After that day things just get even more awkward for poor crush-stricken Demetri.

Reader is the first to take notice of the new set of eyes that have started watching her from afar. She finds it adorable at first, just looking over to find the boy watching her. Eyes scattering around the minute he was caught. It was adorable to watch and she couldn’t help but smile and wave every single time. Robby caught on soon enough to Demetri’s little game. He couldn’t help but catch him looking at his girl multiple times, glaring at him within seconds. But at some point Reader just laughs whispering in his ear that he’s been watching not only her but him too.

For a split second shock is written all over his face.

Should they mess with the lanky boy a little bit?

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[s1ater]

every found family has:

asshole with a heart of gold and self esteem issues

emotional support himbo

incredibly cool character who is the only one with a brain cell

furious sassy bisexual hiding pain

only one capable of keeping a plant alive

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[magewritesstories]

[ ᴄᴏʙʀᴀ ᴋᴀɪ ] ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɪ.

summary: a few blurbs of the original miyagi do’s and what happens when they meet your parents. (Cobra’s will be up soon as well) TW: none, just cute fluff note: i feel like i’m getting back into my cobra kai phase— btw i will definitely write full fics of these if someone wants them! and sam’s blurb’s family dynamic is most definitely based off of ant-man lol. Oh and, there’s a note at the end too!

ʀᴏʙʙʏ ᴋᴇᴇɴᴇ — ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱ ᴏɴᴇ

Robby looked at his clothes; plain jeans, a white t-shirt and a blue flannel. To say he was nervous was an understatement. The brunet had spent an hour practicing with his friends how to greet your parents and answer questions they might have for him beforehand. 

The boy in blue knocked on your door three times and waited patiently for someone to answer. He really hoped you would be the one to open it.

“Hello,” An older woman greeted, she was wearing a white sweater and some comfortable pants, “You must be Robby,” She said with a smile, as she ushered him inside. She had your smile— or well, you had her smile, he supposed.

Robby smiled, holding out the box of chocolates Demetri had made him buy (“It gives off a good impression!”) and nodded.

“Y/N, Robby’s here!” She shouted, making her way towards the kitchen counter. That’s where Robby found the next member of your family; your dad was sitting at the marmer counter scrolling through his phone.

He stood up, and Robby realized he had the same warm look in his eyes as you always do. The man held out his hand, “Robby, pleasure to finally meet you.” The brunet shook his hand, “Pleasure’s all mine, sir.”

You came storming into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around him in greeting, giggling slightly as Robby turned and leaned down to hug you.

“Gross, get a room!”

The entire family turned to the person sitting on the couch, headset over his head, eyes still trained on the TV-screen in front of him, where there was a large screen displaying Watch Dogs on it.

You rolled your eyes, “You’re just jealous,” You replied, sticking your tongue out at your older brother.

“Kids, behave,” You’re mother said sternly, although there was a smile on her face at the look of her children’s antics. You nodded, dragging Robby over to the couch, making a point of accidentally bumping your sibling’s should as you sat down. 

Robby listened to your back and forth teasing— quietly, of course, so that your mother couldn’t hear— and laughed slightly. Your dad joined you on the couch, as he teasingly told your brother he would be so much better at the game than him.

Robby laughed along as your family teased each other or laughed and told the others stories over dinner. He could definitely get used to this.

ꜱᴀᴍᴀɴᴛʜᴀ ʟᴀʀᴜꜱꜱᴏ — ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ

“Oh, Sam, you’re such a sweetheart,” You’re mom smiled, as the brunette helped set the table. You rolled your eyes as your mom sent you a mocking glare, “This one over here never helps around.”

Your stepdad laughed, “Now, now, honey, that’s not true,” The older man came to your defense, “Y/N helps out plenty.”

You sent him a grateful glance, turning to your girlfriend, “I can’t believe you’ve been here for two hours and you’re already the favourite,” You huffed, pouting slightly.

Sam let out a sweet laugh, putting down the last piece of cutlery. “Don’t worry, sweetie, you’ll always be my favourite,” Your dad said, sending you a super cheesy grin.

“Sam knows how to make pizza.”

“Sam, you’re my favourite daughter-in-law.”

“Dad!” You protested loudly, cheeks burning bright red at the suggestion made by your dad. Sam giggled— although her cheeks were red as well— and replied, “I’m your only daughter-in-law, Mr Y/L/N.”

At this point you were certain you were as red as a cherry. Sam’s hand brushed slightly against yours as you both reached for the meal. 

“Sam, now that you’ve reached favourite child status,” Your stepdad piped up, “Would you like to know about the time Y/N electrocuted herself?” 

“Which one of the three times?” Your mom added laughingly. You groaned burying your face on your hands. Your parents continued to tell your girlfriend about some embarrassing stories, and you felt like sinking in to the ground. Sam on the other hand was laughing loudly at the aneqdotes. 

She looked stunning, smiling as your dad told her about the time you’d ran into his house in the middle of the night because you’d finished the Song Of Achilles and needed someone to rant to.

“You know she did that with me too,” You mom spoke, as your dad finished his story. You all turned to her questioningly, “What’re you talking—” You started, but you quickly cut yourself off, realising what she was talking about, “No!”

It was too late though. You mom jokingly told Sam about the time you’d stormed into her room, exclaiming that you’d kissed Sam, and had no idea what to do next.

“I’m starting to regret this,” You mumbled, as you grabbed some ice-cream. Sam smiled at you and placed a quick kiss on you cheek, “Don’t, I’m having a lot of fun.”

You sighed, smiling at the sight of your girlfriend and family enjoying their time together. This was nice.

[ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴛʀɪ ᴀʟᴇxᴏᴘᴏʟᴏᴜꜱ ]  ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ

“So you’re not worried at all?” You asked incredulously, staring at your boyfriend sitting at the wheel. Demetri shook his head, “Nope.”

You stared at him in surprise. The two of you were on your way to a super fancy restaurant your dad had insisted on, so that Demetri— your boyfriend of two months— could meet your parents.

“Why not?” You asked, remembering how nervous you were about meeting his mom and little sister. The black-haired boy smiled, “I was a delight to have in class,” He replied, “You’re parents are gonna love me.”

You laughed at the comparison, slightly shaking your head. He wasn’t wrong though; your mom liked all your boyfriends ( “If they make you happy, I like them.”), your dad was a different story.

He hadn’t liked any of your previous boyfriends— although now that you look back, you didn’t blame him. All of them had been trouble. But Demetri wasn’t like that, you were fairly sure the boy— despite doing karate— was incapable of hurting a fly.

Once Demetri’s car, which was really his mom’s, was parked, the two of you made your way to your parents.

The restaurant was small, despite being fancy, and your parents had chosen a small table on the terrace. Your mom was the first one to greet you both, speed-walking her way over to you.

Demetri held out his hand in greeting, but she swiftly ignored it, wrapping her arms around him instead. Your dad opted for a curt nod before looking back at the menu, “I hope you two don’t mind we ordered appetizers.”

You sighed at your dad’s apprehensiveness; Demetri didn’t seemed to mind the cold behaviour, opting to happily answer all the questions your mom bombarded him with.

At an offhanded mention of karate, your dad perked up “Karate?” Demetri nodded, “I started it during sophomore year out of self-defense, but it’s become somewhat of a hobby now.”

Your dad sent you a meaningful glance, but your mom quickly cut in before he could continue, “Speaking of school,” She said, clasping her hands together, “Where are you planning on going to college?”

You couldn’t help but grin. You were hoping someone would ask this question— preferably your dad, but you couldn’t be picky— this was your ace, after all.

“I got into Cal Tech and MIT, but I’m not sure which one I’m going to yet,” Demetri replied, a slight dust of red coating his cheek. 

Your mom clapped excitedly, “Oh, that’s amazing!” You dad seemed surprised as well, although he was much better at hiding it. “Something wrong, dad?” You asked smugly.

“No, nothing, those are very prestigious universities,” He replied, “But they’re not exactly neighbouring Berkeley.”

“Well, you and mom did three years of long distance,” You shrugged, “We’re planning on breaking your record.”

For the first time that night, you’re dad actually smiled. You felt a sense of victory wash over you, and clearly so did Demetri as he grabbed a hold of your hand under the table. If the adults noticed the movement, they didn’t comment on it.

By the end of dinner you were smiling happily, and Demetri had even managed to get a few laughs out of your dad with his dumb jokes. Once the two of you reached your car, Demetri turned to you, “So, how’d I do?”

You smiled even wider— if that was even possible— and replied: “They loved you.”

Demetri grinned, “Told you they would.” You rolled your eyes at his smugness, but you couldn’t help the sense of relief taking over your body. The night had gone well, and your parents, both of them, liked Demetri. What more could a girl want?

word count; 1400 words note; I hope you liked it, leave a comment if you did or if you just have something you wanna say. My inbox is always open to requests! links; part ii, my cobra kai masterlist

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[itsmarsss]

Maybe. [Miguel Diaz x fem!Reader] (Cobra Kai)

(~from the vault~)

Miguel Diaz is annoying. That you are convinced of. Sure, you've never really talked to him, but still, you live a very happy life that way. But then one day he gets wasted at a party and you end up with the unfortunate job of driving him home. Sounds like just your luck.

Warnings: making out, little jokes about sex, some sexual tension there. enemies to lovers except the enemies part is completely one-sided

Word count: 9,567

[...]

Miguel Diaz wasn’t the kind of guy to have a lot of enemies.

He had, in fact, become fairly popular after he started doing karate and won a fight against West Valley’s biggest bully, surpassing the loser label that had immediately been slapped onto him when he’d moved into the neighborhood.

He was the typical nice guy who pretty much everyone seemed to like. Good at school, the type who wouldn’t hesitate to help you with schoolwork if you asked him to. Always nice to everyone, greeting and smiling at random people he’d never talked to before in the hallways as if they were one of his friends.

But, to you, Miguel Diaz was just irritating.

Everything about him somehow made you mad. He was just so apparently perfect and all of a sudden people couldn’t seem to shut up about him and that was sure to make you nothing short of annoyed. Yeah, you supposed he did seem nice, but you were positive it was impossible that all that sudden praising hadn’t gotten to his head.

You were convinced he was a huge asshole deep down, just a loser who got lucky enough. And though you had no real evidence to back that up, yet to see this facade of his that you convinced yourself of, you still couldn’t get yourself to like him.

Whatever. You could survive a life without him in it.

It didn’t help, though, that your best friend was friends with him. Did karate with him, too. Aisha absolutely loved Miguel, and seemed to make sure to mention it to you all the time.

They were genuinely good friends, and so you supposed you did feel a little bad when you dragged her to sit with you and away from her Cobra Kai friends during lunch, but you were positive that if you tried to sit with them you’d end up saying some not very nice things, and you weren’t up for drama at the moment.

But she kept bugging you about it, insistently so, and god, could Aisha be persistent when she wanted to. So one day, to shut her up about it mostly, you agreed to go with her and her friends to a party at the canyon.

You told her you’d try to be nice, but made a promise to yourself to keep distance from a certain someone specifically. Maybe then you’d be able to enjoy the night and- hey- maybe even the others’ company.

Maybe.

[. . .]

“Don’t just stand there!” Aisha laughed.

“Since when are you a party person?”

“Since I realized I could throw them!”

Wait, what? “Wait, this is your party?”

“Well it’s a Cobra Kai party…”

Alright, so you didn’t want to give it to them. Cobra Kai as a whole annoyed you to no end, as it seemed to be a breeding factory for nerds turned into stuck-up assholes, but you couldn’t deny you were grateful for how much it helped Aisha. The Aisha you knew a few months prior would have never had the guts to throw a party, let alone assume people would attend it.

So, fair enough. “Cool!” “Hey Aisha come watch me do a keg stand!” Some guy you’d seen walking around with the Cobra Kai guys before yelled from the other side of the place.

Aisha glanced back at you, seemingly a bit torn about leaving you. “Do you wanna come?”

“No it’s fine. I think I’m gonna grab something to drink. Now go!” You assured her, smiling. You wanted her to enjoy having other friends.

You barely had time to pick yourself up a drink before you weren’t alone anymore.

“Y/N!” A guy wearing a graphic t-shirt that quite literally read ‘📍your mom’ under a flower pattern button-up called your name, walking towards you. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, as you were completely sure you’d never talked to him before.

You didn’t know how to feel about not being so invisible anymore, all by association with Aisha. It definitely felt a little weird. “Um. Have we- have we met? Sorry.”

“Not really. But Aisha talks about you a lot. I’m Demetri, by the way,” he held out his hand, and you shook it. What teenager shakes hands these days?

“Well, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know,” he laughed. “So, you want me to show you everyone?”

“Uh. Okay. Sure. Yeah. That'd be cool."

“So, that’s Eli-” He pointed at the guy who sported a blue-dyed mohawk, and was currently rather busy making out with someone you actually knew- Moon. You didn’t exactly like Moon, but you supposed she did seem to be more of an out-of-touch person than a mean one, compared to her friends. “Uh yeah, who’s apparently making out with Moon. Somehow. He likes to be called Hawk now but I think that’s pretty ridiculous.”

“It is.”

“Yeah well he used to uh- some people used to call him Lip. ‘Cause he has a scar.”

“That’s him?” Said boy pulled away from Moon, and you took a good look at him. It was him. You always thought he looked cute, but you had to admit now he looked kind of hot.

You did had to give Cobra Kai some credit in that area too.

“Yeah.” Demetri turned you around. “Those two walking down are Robby and Samantha and-” He seemed to realize something, suddenly looking worried.

“Something wrong?”

“No uh. I don’t really talk to them. That,” he spun you around one last time, “Is Miguel. But you must know him already.”

“Yeah I’ve heard of him.” He was downing a beer bottle at rapid speed. “He’s really getting shitfaced,” you pointed out.

Demetri still looked worried, nervous. “Yeah uh, Sam’s his girlfriend.”

“The one walking down the hill?”

“Yeah.”

“So?”

“He thinks she’s cheating on him. With Robby.”

You looked at the two again, laughing, their fingers intertwined. You could be taking it wrong, of course, but it did look like they were together in some way. It wasn’t that far of a stretch to feel a little jealous of a scene like that at least. “Oh that sucks.”

You weren’t heartless, okay? Just because you didn’t like the guy didn’t mean you wanted him to get cheated on. If that’s what was even happening.

“We should go-” Demetri grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you with him on Miguel’s direction.

“What? No-” You weren’t heartless, but you weren’t his friend either. What were you going to do, comfort him? Let him cry on your shoulder? Come on now.

But you didn’t even have the time to protest. You were already there, and it seemed that so were the Samantha girl and the Robby guy , and Miguel didn’t look pleased.

Well, he was laughing, but it was definitely not a good kind of laugh.

“So I don’t have to worry, right? Well that’s funny.”

Miguel was wasted.

He tried to pick up a fight, and ended up hitting his own girlfriend on accident, which had, expectedly, resulted in her breaking up with him on the spot. Now you were sitting beside him, and you didn’t know what to do.

Wouldn’t it be best if you just left? Clearly you shouldn’t be here, his actual friends should be dealing with this. But then again it would be too shitty to leave Aisha on her own. You had agreed to be her designated driver after all.

Everyone was quiet, apparently not knowing what to say. God, someone really should bring the guy home.

Hawk spoke up, finally, voicing those same thoughts. “Um, dude, you should go home.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re really drunk, man, just go home.”

“I walked here.”

“Shit. Right. Do any of you have a car?” Demetri asked no one in particular.

“Oh Aisha does. Well it’s her dad’s,” you pointed out, not really thinking it through.

Aisha’s look shot up. “But-” You could see she was conflicted. You could understand. Finally people wanted her around, and she wanted to stay a little longer for that.

You could not believe you were about to do this.

“I’m such a good friend,” you muttered, standing up, and Aisha looked at you, puzzled. You held your hand out. "Gimme the keys."

"What-"

"Do it before I change my mind."

She did as you said, placing it on your hand. You took another look at Miguel, then at Hawk. "Can you help him?"

Hawk immediately stood up to do so, and you made your way to Aisha's car, leaving both Aisha and Demetri behind with a promise you'd come back later to drive them all home too.

"Do you know where he lives?"

Hawk was done shoving a now barely conscious Miguel into the passenger's seat, buckling the seatbelt for him, which you took notice of. He seemed to care a lot about Miguel. "Yeah I'll- can you give me your number? I'll forward it."

"Sure."

[. . .]

"Where are we going?" At some point along the way Miguel seemed to have gained a little consciousness back, his eyes widening as he took bearing of his surroundings. You could understand why. He was in a random car going who-knows-where with a kind of random person who hated him. Well he didn’t really know about that last part, but still.

"I'm taking you home."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, my mom can't see me like this."

"What?"

"I can't go home like this you don't get it-"

"But where-"

"She's been so proud of me lately, I-" Was he… crying? So he was an emotional drunk. Miguel Diaz, a crier. Who would've thought.

"Well where the fuck am I supposed to take you?"

"I- sensei- no he lives next door you can't-"

"Diaz I'm gonna take you home. I don't care."

"Fuck."

You actually took a good look at him when you had to stop at a red light. He looked a mess. He was sweating, hair sticking to his forehead, legs shaking in anxiety.

You couldn't be this soft, right?

You sighed in annoyance, but you were doing this to yourself, really. "I'll take you to my place. But you better sober up cause you're gonna have to get in through the window."

He seemed surprised. "You'll do that?"

"Yeah don't get used to it. I'm kicking you out as soon as I wake up."

He stayed silent the whole ride, until you turned the engine off.

"Thanks," he muttered under his breath, before you opened the door to get out. You didn't reply.

You helped him out, holding him by his wrists until he got his balance back, and you both climbed through your bedroom window, which you were now thankful you'd left open.

"G’mme your phone."

“Why?”

“I’m gonna text your mom.” He unlocked it, getting the password wrong a few times before handing it to you. The texts you sent were simple.

hey mom im really tired gonna stay at demetri’s call you in the morning!

You didn’t know if trusting Miguel to be alone with his phone, in that state, especially after what had gone down at the canyon, was the smartest choice, so you took it with you, stuffing it in your back pocket.

“Okay look I still gotta get Aisha and the guys, so I'm trusting you to keep quiet." This was a bad idea. "Can you do that?" This was a terrible idea.

He nodded before plopping down on your bed. This was a horrible idea.

He was asleep in a second, and there was nothing else you could do but hope he'd stay that way as you climbed your way back out.

. . .

"Okay any of you that wanna get home get in the fucking car please," you said, not really up to stay and wait even more for them. After all, every second you were there was one more second in which a completely wasted Miguel Diaz was alone in your room, with your mom right there in hers.

All three got inside pretty quickly, and you dropped them off as fast as you could. Demetri first, then Hawk, Aisha last.

You actually got in through the door this time, so your mom would know you'd gotten home without having to go check your room. You prayed she hadn't done that already.

"Mom? You awake?"

"Yes! The party done?"

"Yeah. Had to drop some friends off, sorry I took too long."

"It's fine. Didn't Aisha pick you up though?"

"Oh yeah she left the car with me, got to be the driver for today. I’ll just pick her up tomorrow.”

"Oh okay honey!”

"Well I'm really tired. Gonna go to sleep.”

"Yeah, me too. Goodnight!"

“‘Night, Love you!”

With that, you quickly took off to your room to check on Miguel, who, surprisingly, was still asleep on your bed.

Your relief quickly washed away when you registered the fact that he was asleep… on your bed. You know, where you were supposed to sleep. Fucking great.

You considered waking him up and making him sleep on the floor. For… reasons that had everything to do with not being an asshole, and nothing to do with anything else at all, you didn’t.

You grabbed some blankets and placed them on the floor beside your bed, snatching one of your pillows from under his head. This was going to absolutely kill your spine.

You took one last look at him, and couldn’t contain a laugh at how ridiculous he looked, draped over the bed, hair disheveled, literally drooling. You’d have to change your pillowcase tomorrow.

‘Good-fucking-night, I guess.'

[. . .]

Your alarm went off at 7, as it always did on school mornings, and you jumped awake when you remembered how gross you probably were after the previous night. Miguel was still in deep sleep when you left to take a shower, but was sitting up on the bed, looking confused, when you came back. He’d apparently already taken the advil you left for him on your nightstand, as it was nowhere to be found.

“Are you- what am I doing here?”

“Drank too much. Cried like a baby when I tried to drive you home,” you shrugged. “Now hurry up, dude, or we’re gonna be late.”

“What?”

“Look we’ll talk in the car, I can’t be late for chemistry again or Mr. Henderson is gonna be up my ass about it.”

He still looked completely out of the loop, barely awake yet, but nodded, standing up and following you to the car.

“Why’d you bring me here?” He finally spoke up after a couple minutes in silence. It seemed that he was finally becoming fully aware of what was going on.

“I was actually gonna bring you home, but you started crying ‘cause you didn’t want your mom to see you drunk or whatever. So. Next best thing.”

“Thank you.” He paused. “So, uh. you’re friends with Aisha, right? She talks a lot about you-”

You cut him short. “Look, just because I let you stay over and sleep in my bed doesn’t mean we’re friends, alright? You don’t have to be friendly just ‘cause you think you owe me something.”

“Um, I was just trying to be nice-”

“I’m not an asshole, I wasn’t gonna do you like that. I’m very nice, you’re very welcome, whatever.”

“Are you- are you... mad at me?” He looked surprised- no, dumbfounded was a more fitting word to describe it.

You scoffed. In truth, you still had no idea what about him got you so irritated. It’s not like he wasn’t being nice.

Still, you couldn’t help it. “What, can you not believe there’s one person out there who doesn’t worship the ground you walk on?” Okay, so you were exaggerating. So what? Not like it was gonna make much of a difference for him.

“I don’t think anyone worships the ground I walk on.”

"Whatever, Diaz. I’m only doing this ‘cause you’re Aisha’s friend.”

“Okay.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry, by the way.”

“About what?”

“Your girlfriend, or whatever.”

He hesitated. “Yeah, it’s fine. I was an asshole last night. Should’ve expected it. I’ll get over it.”

“Yeah. Oh Hawk’s bringing you a hoodie, by the way. So you don’t smell like alcohol at school.”

“Thank you.”

Nope. “His idea.”

He nodded. “Right.”

It wasn’t long until you pulled up into Aisha’s driveway, making your way out and around the car and opening the passenger's door to find Miguel staring at you, silently asking what you wanted.

"Move. I take shotgun when Aisha drives."

"Does that really-" He didn't bother finishing his sentence, letting out a sigh before unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out.

"Thank you," you said, making sure it didn't actually sound like you were thankful at all, before hopping in. Miguel did the same, getting in the backseat.

You quickly separated as soon as you got to school, with Miguel following Hawk to change into the hoodie he brought him, and you and Aisha getting on your way to Chemistry with Mr. Henderson.

Aisha shot you a weird look. "Why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?"

"You're being a total bitch to him! What happened to the person that took him home last night? Let him stay over?"

"For your information I do have empathy, you know? He was crying!”

"You still could've just taken him home," she shrugged, a smug look on her face. Jerk.

"Hey this is all on you! He left my bed reeking of beer, you owe me a big one."

"He slept in your bed?"

"And I slept on the floor, dumbass! He was passed out drunk!"

"Yeah sorry I don’t think I remember a lot of it. But you slept on the floor? That must've hurt."

"It did. So he should be very thankful."

"I... think he is. You're just not letting him thank you."

"Hey I let him thank me! But that doesn't mean we have to be friends. I'm doing pretty well without him in my life."

"Just admit he's not as bad as you thought and move on!"

"Oh fuck off. What do you want me to do next, marry him or something?"

"Hey you’re the one who’s bringing it up,” she put her hands up in surrender, as if defending herself.

"Shut up. Pay attention, Ms. Robinson!" You mocked her, turning to the projector in front of you.

[. . .]

"Yeah right like Demetri could win a fight against Hawk."

"I think he could! If he got some training." Aisha protested, laughing.”

"Oh come on have you seen the guy? I don't know what your sensei's been feeding him but he's like jacked now."

"Oh so you've been paying attention?" She raised an eyebrow in an exaggeratedly suggestive manner.

"Like I'd want something to do with a guy from Cobra Kai."

"Hey!"

"You're an exception! You are on thin ice though."

"Well I think you should give them a chance."

Of course you could see right through her. "If by them you mean Miguel's included then you can forget it."

"What is it with you and him anyway? What did he ever even do to you?

"Nothing? I don't know, he just makes me mad. You can't be that perfect and not be an asshole."

"Did you just call him perfect?"

"I was being mean about it!"

"You totally d-" She stopped mid-sentence when she noticed you weren't paying attention, your eyes focused on something right behind her. She turned around to face…

Well, speak of the devil.

"What?" You asked him dryly. What could he possibly have to talk to Aisha about right now that required interrupting your lunch?

But he was actually talking to you. "I uh- I think I left my phone at your place? I can't find it anywhere."

You mentally cursed yourself for it, remembering you'd taken it with you the night before. "Shit yeah. I was scared you'd call someone or it would ring and my mom would hear or something. I guess… You can come over to get it after school if you want."

"Yeah. Sure. Thanks." He was about to turn around and walk back to the table he was sitting at with his friends before he stopped. "Do you guys wanna like. Sit with us?"

Aisha looked at you expectantly.

"No, we're good," you replied, and he nodded, making his way back.

"Dude! Let's just go!"

"What I already have to see him after school and now you want me to spend lunch with him? No thank you."

"You're so stupid."

You stuck your middle finger out at her before going back to eating.

[. . .]

You had already told Aisha goodbye, and were about to leave when he came up to you again. “Hey! Y/n! Wait-”

You turned around to face him. He was out of breath, clearly having run all the way up to you. You quirked an eyebrow, demanding him to tell you what he wanted. This was like a 400% increase on your Miguel Diaz interaction scale and you were right about done.

“My phone.”

Oh, right. He was coming over, like, right away. That was great.

“Yeah right. I’m walking home though.”

“Yeah I’ll- I’ll walk with you.”

And what an awkward fucking walk.

“Well here it is,” you handed him the phone, and he took it, stuffing it in his back pocket.

“Alright, thanks.”

“Sure.”

“See you at school?”

Hopefully not. “I guess.”

[. . .]

“Oh I’ll- be right back!” You heard Miguel’s voice behind you as you walked through the hallway alone, on your way to bio, and made sure not to look his way, hoping he wouldn’t see you.

You had no luck with that.

“Y/n!”

You let out a defeated sigh before turning around. He was wearing a deep-red hoodie, which was something you took notice off, for some reason.

“Yes?”

“Hey I know you don’t want anything to do with me-” you nodded, agreeing, and he pursed his lips together before continuing. “-but I think uh- I think I left my socks at your place too?”

He had to be kidding, right? “What?”

“My uh- my socks.”

“You think you left your socks in my room. And you wanna go get them.”

“Well yeah.”

“Can you not survive without one pair of socks?”

“Well-”

“You know what, fine. Whatever. I’m leaving a little late today though so you’ll have to stick around.”

“Yeah sure.”

You wordlessly turned around and walked to class. It seemed that interacting with Miguel was now a daily experience. That was just such fun, huh?

. . .

You found him waiting for you by the bike racks, right by the front steps, as you exited the building. You kind of didn’t actually expect him to wait for you. I mean, he could just ask you to look for the stupid socks and bring them to him the next day. That’s certainly what you would do if you were in his shoes, as to avoid the interaction.

You had to remind yourself, though, that the hate you felt for him isn’t mutual, which only angered you further. Couldn’t he just hate you back? Be a little rude? Maybe then you wouldn’t look like a bitch for being like that towards him.

“You didn’t take that long,” he pointed out.

“Yeah. Turns out they wanna move the project up for one more week or something.”

“That’s cool.” He pulled his bike out of the rack, grabbing the handles and starting to walk with it by his side, and you followed along. You were both quiet for a couple minutes before, of course, he couldn’t help himself from talking. Did he think everyone wanted to hear him talk all the time?

A tiny part of you told you he was just trying to be nice. Okay, fine. Maybe you were being too harsh.

“What’s your deal with me?”

Yeah, no, he can perrish actually. “What do you mean?”

“I mean why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“It… definitely looks like it.”

“Well I don’t.” Well...

“Then why do you act like you do?”

“What, are you trying to psychoanalyze me?”

“I just wanna know what I did!”

“You didn’t do anything! You never seem to do anything wrong, do you?”

“What?”

“What, don’t play dumb. I don’t know what it is, okay? You just annoy me. You’re so nice to everyone and everyone just likes you so much and you don’t even have to do anything!”

“You don’t like me… because I’m nice to people. And so they like me.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s how it sounded.”

“Whatever. We’re here,” you pointed out, and you made your way into your place. Not without taking notice of the sky, which was a dark grey color now, a storm forming. “Come on you can leave the bike here, looks like it’s gonna rain.”

“Yeah, I think…”

[. . .]

… So you were stuck at home with him.

This had to be a nightmare.

The clouds were quick to cover the sky right after you got inside, and you could barely see any hint of sunlight despite it still over four in the afternoon. Rain started pouring heavily quickly after, a storm suddenly forming in no time.

And so there you were. In your kitchen. Alone. Stormed in with Miguel Diaz.

This was just fantastic. Great, amazing, wonderful even!

And your annoyance was apparently visible. “Look if you’re so mad about it I can go-”

You stared at him for a couple seconds, unamused. “You wanna bike? In the middle of the storm?”

He just shrugged.

“I don’t hate you that much, you know? You can stay ‘till it’s over.” God, did you hope it would be over soon.

“See you told me you didn’t hate me at all.”

“Okay yeah you can go.”

He laughed. “Fine. I won’t push. Do you wanna do something?”

“I mean I don’t think there’s a lot to do. I guess we could watch something.”

“Yeah! That’s cool!”

“Well what do you-” you were interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing, and you took it out of your pocket, only to see it was your mom calling. Miguel sat back down by the counter as you picked it up.

“Honey are you okay? Are you home yet?”

“Yeah we got here just in time. Are you alright?”

“Yes, but the rain’s really bad here- wait, we? Is Aisha over?”

You took a glance at Miguel. Now how to explain that?

“Uh, actually it’s another friend.”

“Is it? Who?”

“Um his name’s Miguel? We were gonna do a- a physics project. But he rides a bike, so.”

There was a pause. “Right. Are you two gonna be okay?”

“Yeah don’t worry! We’ll just do what we need to do ‘till he can go.”

“Fine. Call me if you need anything! I’ll head home as soon as the storm clears.”

“Right. Love you!”

[. . .]

“Um does she not mind?” You were both sitting on the couch now, about 20 minutes into Thor: Ragnarok, when he said something.

You looked away from the screen. “What?”

“Y- your mom? That I’m here, I mean.”

“Oh she did sound a little- I dunno. But it’s not like she’s gonna make you go out in this weather.”

“Cool. Oh- we didn’t- I didn’t get my socks.”

You laughed at the thought of him thinking about his stupid socks the entire time you’d been watching the film. “Do those socks really matter that much to you? Oh are they too embarrassing? Do they have like little spongebobs on them or something?”

“No, I just-” he seemed to be fighting it, but was now laughing too. “No they don’t have little spongebobs on them. Just remembered it.”

“We can get it after the movie’s done.”

“Right.” He brought his attention back to the TV, but you decided to grab your phone and text Aisha.

y/n

dude youre not gonna fucking believe my luck

She replied almost instantly.

aisha

????? what happened

y/n

well miguel came over to get his socks or whatever

aisha

and???? ;))))))

y/n

this isnt a ;) situation!!! were stuck inside!!!

aisha

omg are you serious its just rain

y/n

yeah but pretty boy here rides a bike

aisha

dude you walk

y/n

irrelevant!!!!!

aisha

well what are you doing rn?

y/n

were watching thor trying not to kill him

aisha

oh shut up

y/n

he’s annoying!!!

aisha

just watch the movie and wait for the rain to stop its not that hard

y/n i've watched this like 7 times already he was just really excited to watch it

aisha

awww you're all soft for him

y/n

im going over your house to kill you

aisha

you cant bc you're stuck with miguel!! WAIT

y/n

what?

aisha

you're home alone with a cute boy and youre complaining??

y/n

hes not a cute boy!!! hes miguel!!!

aisha

whos a cute boy

y/n

you dont even like guys

aisha

im not blind??

y/n

shut up

aisha

get some!!!!

y/n

die

aisha

:))))))

You put your phone down looking at Miguel once again. He was really concentrated on whatever was going on in the movie, so you decided it was safe to stare for a little bit. He didn’t look as messy like he did that day at the party. He even-

“That hoodie looks good on you.”

Where the fuck did that come from?

You really hadn’t meant to say it out loud. You couldn’t quite figure out his expression. God, he was gonna make fun of you-

“Thanks,” was all he said in return. He was staring at you now, as if trying to figure you out. You supposed you had to give it to him- you were just as shocked at yourself to blurt that out as he seemed to be. The movie seemed to be long forgotten.

You expected some snarky remark, a cocky grin. But nothing. Was that it? He was probably controlling himself as to not laugh at your face about it, you just knew it.

You couldn’t take the embarrassment. Why did you have to make things weird? You suddenly stood up in a quick motion. “I’m gonna find us something to eat.”

Aisha’s texts must have just gotten to your head, because why else would you even say something like that? You didn’t think he looked in that hoodie. Wait, no, that’s not what you said. You said you thought the hoodie looked good on him. Whatever, you had to focus.

And then he did the worst possible thing he could have done, which was offer to go with you.

Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off! “Sure.” You tried to act normal. There was nothing normal about the weird tension you’d managed to create between the two of you.

It’s safe to say things were awkward. You occupied yourself with opening and looking through every single cabinet in the kitchen, even the ones where you knew there would be no food, trying desperately to find excuses to delay looking at him.

“Um are you okay?”

“Yes.” You were not. “Why?”

“You’ve been looking for something for a while. I’m not that hungry you know, you don’t have to.”

“Well I am.” You grabbed the first thing you could find, which was a chocolate bar, thankfully. At least one good thing to come out of this never-ending disastrous afternoon. “Found it.” You held it up for him to see, but made sure to avoid eye contact before making your way to the living room.

You both sat down to resume watching the movie, but there was still this weird energy around the room, one which, again, you’d gracefully created on your own, and you felt antsy. “Do you wanna go get your socks?”

“Uh, okay?”

You nodded back, turning around and making your way towards your room, knowing he’d follow you. You quickly sat down on your bed and waited for him to walk through the door.

“Hey.”

“Um I didn’t see any socks anywhere so. Feel free to look around.” You finally worked up the guts to look at him for a split second. He nodded.

[. . .]

An hour had gone by since, and the storm didn’t look like it was getting any better. You’d even passed the point of being embarrassed about what you’d said earlier- okay, maybe not completely, but still- and were just staring at the ceiling, laying on your bed, waiting for the time to pass. Miguel was sitting right beside you, and you didn’t remember the last time one of you had said a word until he broke the silence again. God this kid loves to talk doesn’t he?

“You don’t actually hate me, right?”

“Are we still on about that?”

“There’s not really anything to talk about. I don’t know anything about you.”

“My name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I go to West Valley High. I'm stuck inside my house right now."

“Wow now I know everything there is to know, thank you,” he returned with sarcasm.

“What do you wanna know?” It had to be the peak of boredom, engaging in small talk with Miguel Diaz of all people. What was this, 21 questions?

“Well what kind of music do you like?”

“Little bit of everything I guess. Rock, pop, whatever.”

“You like 80’s rock?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. My sensei showed it to me and it’s been my favorite.”

You didn’t mean to laugh.

“What?”

“Just weird. Sensei.”

“Well that’s the word.”

“Yeah I know.”

“Have you ever thought about it?”

“Thought about what?”

“Joining Cobra Kai.”

This time you made sure to laugh loudly. “Yeah. Would be a dream come true.”

“What’s so wrong with Cobra Kai?”

“Don’t get me wrong, Diaz, Cobra Kai has helped Aisha a lot. But honestly it just seems like it recruits nerds and turns them into self-conceited jerks.”

“Um would I be one of those self-conceited jerks?”

“Sure.”

“Have I done anything to you? I don’t-”

“You haven’t. But just- everyone keeps praising you for everything. And you didn’t let it get to your head? I don’t buy it.”

“People don’t praise me for everything. I've gotten beaten up a fair amount."

“Whatever.”

“Well what’s your favorite color?”

“Are you seriously asking me that?”

“It’s a valid question.”

“What’s yours?”

“Orange.”

“That’s lame.”

“What's yours then?”

“Y/F/C.”

“That’s lamer.”

“Very funny.” You mocked him, but realized you were actually smiling.

He opened a smile of his own. “See? I’m not that bad.”

“You’re bearable.”

“That’s progress.” There was a pause. “Well you should come to practice some day.”

“Why would I do that?”

“To see that you’re wrong! We’re like family. I’ve never had anything like that before Cobra Kai.”

“Yeah I don’t think that’ll happen. But I’ll keep it in mind.”

[. . .]

“Yes mom I know. Yes he’s still here. Of course I’m not gonna let him go out in this weather. No, are you sure? But where will you- fine. But please talk to me. Right, love you.”

“So?”

“She's gonna have to stay there until things get better.”

“What? Is it still that bad?”

“Apparently. There were like a bunch of car accidents around the buildings.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

[. . .]

“This is so fucking boring.”

“Do you have any games on your phone or something?”

“You sound like a little kid.”

“Shut up.” He totally did.

“What is it?’

“What?”

“Stop staring at me.”

“I’m not staring at you.”

“You were! Weirdo.”

There was a pause. “Did you mean it?”

“What?”

“That you think my hoodie looks good on me.”

“No?" You tried.

“Then why why’d you say it?”

“Can we not talk about that?”

“You know if you actually gave me a chance I think we could be good friends.”

“Yeah in your dreams, Diaz. I’d probably kill you.”

He actually had the nerve to laugh at you. “Yeah I don’t think you could.”

“I think I could!” You tried defending yourself, but you knew it was complete bullshit. I mean, have you seen his arms?

Not that you’d been looking!

Obviously not.

“Did you forget I literally do karate almost every single day?”

You shrugged in fake disdain. “Still think I could take you.”

He let out an incredulous laugh. “Okay.” He stood up, holding his hand out to you. You shot him a confused look. “What, prove it then!”

“No I’m not doing that.”

“So you’re admitting you can’t take me.”

You knew you couldn’t, but you also doubted he’d go too hard on you. Plus this was a matter of pride now, you couldn’t just let him have that. He knew exactly how to push your buttons to get you to do this. You immediately took his hand, standing up as well. “I said I could.”

“Alright. Come on," he challenged you, getting in a fighting stance, and you tried your best to mimic him, holding your hands in fists in front of your body. He laughed at that, reaching to change the position of your hands. “Okay this,” he said as he moved them just a little bit, “could break your thumbs.”

“Fine. That good enough, sensei?” You mocked, and the boy made a funny expression at that, but quickly snapped out of it.

“Okay, so I’m gonna try to sweep your leg, like this,” he pretended to do the motion, “and what you’re gonna do is block my leg with your right arm, like this,” he did the same with the new movement.

“This isn’t a karate lesson, just fight me!”

“Alright, whatever you say. You ready?”

You were not. “Yup.”

Okay, terrible idea.

In no time he’d done as he said, and your back was immediately pressed to the floor, with no time to even process it happening.

Still, you weren’t gonna just not get a little fun out of it. “You got lucky."

He dared to laugh at you again, before sticking out his hand for you to take. You couldn’t contain a grin as you pulled him to the floor beside you, laughing at his surprise when you were successful.

“Oh I see how it is!” He exclaimed, laughing. You were already starting to stand up, but he tackled you to the floor again, hovering over you.

“Jerk!” You punched him on the chest, playfully, but you were both laughing, despite both being extremely out of breath. You tried to catch him by surprise again, and went to flip your positions, but he was quicker, pinning you to the floor by both your wrists. It was no use then, when he was clearly stronger than you.

But then something really, really weird happened. After your laughter calmed down, it was impossible not to take notice of how the two of you looked right now.

It’s like you had to think about it a second time for the situation to actually click: he was on top of you, having you quite literally pinned under him by your wrists, practically straddling you at that point, with his knees on the floor on either side of your hips.

You looked up at him, and he was staring at your face. Intently so.

For some reason you couldn’t get yourself to look away. It lasted a ridiculously long time, the eye contact, or at least that’s what it felt like, and you were still out of breath from the play fighting, your brain trying to catch on to the situation you were in.

You could swear you saw him glance down at your lips, fueling the tension that was already inherently thick in the air between you. You immediately tried to rid yourself of the thought, as it was probably ridiculous- but then he did the last thing you’d expect him to do.

He actually leaned in.

And you did something even weirder than that: you actually let him do it.

In a second his lips were on yours, and he almost lost his balance as you got your wrists free of his grip, instinctively reaching for the back of his head, intertwining your fingers to his hair.

The adrenaline of it all was thrilling, and it was like your brain had stopped stopped working altogether. After all if you had been functioning normally you would not find yourself in this situation.

No matter. At that moment all you were really worried about was kissing him. You kissed him back, and then you did it again, and again, and again, until you had to pull away to breathe, your chest heaving up and down, as did his, and your breaths being the only sound heard around the entire house, much louder than the now muffled sound of the rain and thunder outside.

And then you made eye contact again and it seemed as what just happened downed on you, all at once.

You had just kissed Miguel Diaz.

No, much worse: you had just made out with Miguel Diaz. On your bedroom floor.

Ooooooooh, no.

Your eyes went wide and you were quick to push him away, standing up.

“Are you-”

You cut him off immediately. “I’ll be right back."

“But-”

“I’ll be right back!” You repeated yourself. “You can go uh- looking for your socks or whatever if you want.”

“Are you serious-” you made your way out of the bedroom, straight into the first room you took sight off- the bathroom. You made sure to lock the door before you sat on the floor, back pressed to the wall.

Okay, so that just happened. You just kissed Miguel Diaz. No, actually, you just kissed Miguel Diaz back. He kissed you. But then again you kissed back. But he kissed you first, which means he was attracted to you? Did that mean you were attracted to him? No, you- okay, maybe.

Shit, shit, shit.

You pulled out your phone, scrambling to find Aisha’s contact. You hesitated before sending anything, knowing she'd tease you about this until the end of time , but Miguel was right outside and you had no idea how to face him after this. Holding your breath, you pressed send.

y/n

i did something

She took a minute to reply, and you jumped when you heard the sound of the notification.

aisha

okay should i be worried

y/n

um depends

aisha

okay im definitely worried did you actually kill him

y/n

no

aisha

then what did you do did you kick him out?

y/n

also no

aisha

girl just fucking say it!!!! i dont have time for this

y/n

okay but you cant say i told you so

aisha

youre definitely worrying me

y/n

he migthve kissed me

aisha

IM SORRY WHAT WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE KISSED YOU WHAT WHAT DID YOU DO????

y/n

i,,, might have kissed him back

and we mightve made out like a little bit

aisha

YOU DID NOT ARE YOU JOKING? ILL LITERALLY MURDER YOU IF YOU ARE

y/n

why would i joke about that?????????? you think i wanted this to happen???

aisha

well clearly you did????

y/n

no!!!!!

aisha

why would you have kissed back then?????

y/n

i dont know!!!!!! reflex?????

aisha

yeah right

was it reflex to KEEP kissing him back????

im gonna call you

y/n

no hes still here!!!!!!

Your phone rang, and you were quick to decline.

y/n

hes still here! hes gonna hear us!!!

aisha

omfg what are you gonna do

y/n

die maybe?

aisha

i knew you were into him

y/n

i am not!!!! into him!!!!!! HE kissed ME!!!

aisha

and you kissed back!!!!

y/n

that doesn’t mean anything!!!!

aisha

yes it does???????

“Y/n?”

Fuck. He was right outside the bathroom door.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m great Diaz. Go look for your socks.”

“Yeah um- I found them.”

“Cool.”

“Hey it’s okay if you don’t wanna talk about it, I shouldn’t have-”

“Yeah, you shouldn't have.”

“I mean you… kind of did kiss back.”

Silence. What could you reply to that?

“Can we not? Talk about it.”

“Uh. Fine?"

“Okay. I’m coming out then. And we can finish the movie.”

“Sure. The sky’s clearing up too so.”

“Okay.”

You unlocked the door, inhaling deeply before opening it.

[. . .]

“Why did I let you do this? This is weird!” You whispered to Aisha, making sure the others didn't hear you. You'd let her convince you to sit with her friends from Cobra Kai during lunch, claiming it was the best way for you to seem ‘chill’ about what had happened. You were immediately regretting it.

You’d agreed not to talk about what happened at your place the night before, but things were still pretty awkward with Miguel, and it was really, really visible. Hawk had been stealing small glances at you, then immediately averting his eyes to Miguel, and so you were sure Miguel had told him all about it. Sure, you'd told Aisha too, but whatever.

He was probably bragging about it or something, in typical fuckboy fashion. Or something.

“It’s literally fine! You’re seeing things.”

“I’m not seeing things! It’s literally so awkward!”

“You can't avoid him forever!”

“I don't have to sit with him at lunch either!”

[. . .]

You’d almost considered yourself lucky for not having had to see Miguel in any other instance during the rest of the day, even congratulating yourself on managing to avoid him when he, of course, approached you at the exit.

“Y/n!”

You stopped, sighing in defeat. “Yes?”

“Are we cool?”

“Sorry?”

“I mean it seems like you’re acting weird, I don't know.”

“Does it really matter to you? We're not friends, so.”

“Okay. But we- was it that bad?”

“What?”

“That I kissed you, are you that mad about it?”

Your eyes widened and you looked around, trying to see if anyone around you heard him. “I told you I didn’t wanna talk about that!”

“Well let’s just solve it so we don’t have to! I thought you wanted it too. I mean it- it seemed like you did at the moment but now I don’t know and I’m really sorry if-“

“Look I don’t know what happened okay? You don’t have to feel bad about it or anything, you didn’t read it wrong. But it was a one time thing. It I’m trying to be more friendly with you guys because of Aisha, but there’s nothing more to it. It was just a heat of the moment thing.” You turned around, already starting to walk before he had the chance to talk more.

Of course he still yelled after you. “You should go see us today!”

Okay, big change of subject. “What?”

“At the dojo. We have practice at five.”

You were the one to not get the time to say anything back this time, him hopping on his bike and getting on his way.

Well, should you?

[. . .]

“This is stupid.”

“You’re just watching!” Aisha said, trying to cheer you up. “I can’t believe I couldn’t get you to come see me but Miguel could.”

“That’s not what’s going on.”

“Right.”

“It’s not! Did I not sit with your friends at lunch today? I’m making an effort. For you.”

“And only for me.” She didn't sound like she believed it at all.

“Only for you.”

She let out a laugh, and you elbowed her arm. You got to the place, entering the door, which made a bell sound out. You couldn't help but notice the ridiculous amount of snake drawings, which was apparently the dojo’s logo, that were scattered on the walls. Despite that, the place looked decent.

You caught sight of writing on one of the walls.

“That like your mantra?”

Strike first. Strike Hard. No mercy. Very inviting.

“Something like that.”

“Not violent at all,” you pointed out.

“What's the point of karate if it’s not violent?”

“Isn't that LaRusso's whole thing? Non- violent karate?”

“Well he’s stupid, so that fits.”

“Okay, well I’m gonna-”

“QUIET!” A man you hadn’t seen walk in shouted, startling you and all the students.

“Ms. Robinson, who are we missing?”

Aisha looked around. “Hawk and Miguel, sensei.”

“Okay. They have three minutes.” He seemed to finally take notice of you. “New student?”

“Y/N’s my friend, sensei-” did they have to refer to him as sensei in every single sentence?

“Yeah I'm just here to watch-”

“What are you, a pussy?”

“Sensei!”

“I’m sorry?” You asked, dumbfounded. Okay, what was happening?

“Don’t think you can handle one class?”

“I don’t-”

“If you’re staying in my dojo, you’re participating.”

You looked at Aisha. “I mean it can’t hurt,” was all she said, shrugging her shoulders.

“Are you kidding me-” At that very moment you heard the bell again, turning around to see who it was. Of course the timing was immaculate. Hawk and Miguel entered the dojo, taking their shoes off and stepping into the mat. You turned back around to face Aisha. “Do I have to take my shoes off?”

“Yeah.”

You did it quickly, before getting back to your place. Were you really about to do this? And what for? Because you couldn’t say no to a scary old man?

Because you couldn’t say no to…

Nevermind.

“Alright quiet! Fighting positions!”

Everything was happening way too fast, and you tried to keep up, trying to remember the stance Miguel had helped you with the night before. Sensei walked through the rows of kids, all dressed in those weird clothes except for you, which naturally drove his attention to you, to which he laughed. “Yeah do that and you'll leave a fight with two broken thumbs.” Right.

Just to prove your luck, Sensei Lawrence had a fantastic idea. “Diaz, you’re in charge of teaching her the first moves. I’m teaching these nerds here how to headbutt. Again.”

“Yes, sensei!”

You were accepting it, the Universe had to be having the time of its infinite life at your expense. Miguel walked up to you, sporting a smirk. “You came.”

“Because Aisha asked me to.”

“Right. Of course.” You both walked off to the side of the mat, as to not disturb the rest of the class. “Alright, fighting stance.”

You made sure to make a face before you did as he said, remembering to leave your thumbs out of your fists this time. You were not giving him the satisfaction of correcting you about that again.

“Okay, that’s good. But you gotta-” he pushed your feet further behind with his own. “Okay. Now the most simple punches you’re gonna do are the jab and the cross. You’re gonna do the jab like this-” he showed it, punching the air with his left hand, “and the cross is gonna go like this,” he did the same, with his right hand this time. “But you’re gonna punch this,” he motioned to the punching bag in front of you.

“Oh, I kinda hoped I'd get to punch you!”

He smiled. “You’ll have plenty of time for that.” He positioned himself behind the punching bag, holding it in place.

"Do I have to do the weird grunt noises too?" You messed with him.

“Just go.”

You tried you best, not really having any idea what to do.

“Okay stop.”

“What?”

He came up beside you. “Okay pay attention.” He did the movements, slowly this time. “You’re letting your hand punch down. It’s supposed to stay just in your eyesight.”

“So like this?” You tried it.

“Yeah but don’t bend your elbow. You could sprain it that way.”

“What? I don’t-”

“And you really thought you could take me?”

“Shut up. I could report you to your sensei, you know.”

“I’m the sensei right now.”

“In your dreams.”

“Come on, you can do it.” He took you by surprise as he placed a hand on your waist, pressuring it down so your legs would stay steady, and grabbed your right hand with the other one. You tried not to think too hard about it. It was a little hard focusing on what he wanted to teach you when you knew what it was like to- no. No wandering there.

He curled your fingers into a fist. “Okay so your hand will already be in a fist, right here, and then what you’re gonna do is hold it out in a straight line, you can’t let it fall down-”

[. . .]

“You can admit it, you know?”

“Admit what?”

“You liked it.”

“What?”

“Karate.” Oh. Right. Karate.

“I would never.”

“You totally did!”

“Okay. Fine. A little. But I think it definitely would have been better if I had a better teacher.”

“A better sensei, you mean,” he pressed you about it, earning an eye-roll from you.

“Whatever.”

“Are you gonna keep doing it?”

“What?”

“Are you like enrolling?”

“I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”

“Cool.”

“Why, do you wanna see me that bad?”

He let out a laugh. “Yeah, whatever you say."

[. . .]

A couple weeks had gone by, and you had agreed to go to the movies with Aisha and her friends- well, you guessed now they were your friends too. The two of you were the first to get there, and were standing in line to get popcorn when Hawk and Miguel walked up to you. “I didn’t know you were coming,” Miguel pointed out.

“Do you not have other friends you can talk to?”

“You act like you were forced to be here.”

“I could have been!”

“I don’t think you were.”

You didn’t have a snarky reply to that.

“So sensei was talking to me about putting you in for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah cause you missed on tuesday?”

“Oh right! Stupid project.”

“Yeah. Well apparently he has stuff to do so he asked if I could help you out.”

You laughed in an exaggerated manner. “Oh there’s no way.”

“It was sensei’s idea!” Miguel defended himself.

“And it’s a bad one! No way.”

Aisha turned to you, handing you a huge popcorn for you to hold. She then handed Miguel two cups, and all of you went on your way.

“Look the dojo’s empty at three. You should be there then.” He walked past you and sat down next to Hawk.

[. . .]

“You showed up!”

“Yeah whatever.” You put your backpack down on the floor and took your shoes off, walking into the mat.

“You’re not wearing your gi,” he pointed out just to mess with you.

“You’re not wearing yours.”

“But I’m the sensei today.”

“Yeah you don’t look very sensei-like to me.”

“What would look sensei-like to you?” He got himself in fighting position as he talked, and you made sure to do the same.

“I don’t know. A little buffer, less of a pussy,” you teased him.

“Hey watch your words! We’re serious people in this dojo!” He laughed. “Alright left front kick, right round kick, jab, cross and hook, all of them three times. You ready?”

You tried to make sure you remembered the order correctly. “Is the hook before of after the cross?”

“After.”

“Right, so left front kick, right round kick, jab, cross, hook.”

“Yeah. Now go.” You did it. “Okay good! Is someone… enjoying karate?”

“Shut up.”

He smiled. “Alright I’m gonna block you this time.”

You repeated the sequence. Left front kick, right round kick, jab, cross, hook. Left front kick, right round kick, jab, cross, hook.

Left front kick, right round kick, jab, mat.

Mat?

“That’s not fair you were just gonna block!” You exclaimed after processing the fact that he’d just tackled you to the floor.

“You forgot to keep your guard up.”

“Whatever.” You began standing up.

“What, can’t take it?”

“Is little Miguel Diaz being mean to someone?”

“I’m just pointing out your weaknesses so you can work on them.”

“Because you’re just perfect, aren't you?”

“Do me then.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I-” he closed his eyes shut and pursed his lips together at the poor choice of words. “Do the same thing to me.”

“I don’t know, I’m starting to think you’re like into pain or something.”

“Yeah whatever you say. Come on.”

He did the sequence this time, and you blocked the movements, waiting for the chance to catch him by surprise. You did it while he was going for it the second time around, grabbing him by the wrist and attempting to pull it down, but he was quicker.

Best fighter in the Valley, after all.

In no time you were on the ground again. Fucker.

“I told you! It’s good practice though.” He was laughing at you, and held out his hand for you to take when he noticed you weren’t standing up.

You grinned. “Do you never learn?” You did the same as you'd done that one day at your house, pulling him to the floor next to you.

“Okay that was rude!”

“You practically asked for it!” You laughed like crazy as you stood up. “I can’t believe you fell for that twice!”

“Okay, fine.” He held his hand up again. “You not gonna help me?”

“Nope. I, for one, am not dumb.”

He got up. “Oh you’re gonna regret that.”

[. . .]

"Hey are you- are you doing something right now?" Miguel questioned you as he finshed turning the lights off.

"Not really. Why?"

"Do you... want to?"

"Like right now?"

"I mean I think we could both use a shower first but- later?"

"Why?"

"I'm just bored. You don't have to."

You pondered it. Aisha did have to bail on you to go to dinner with her dad. "Fine."

"What- okay."

You laughed as he finished locking the door of the dojo. "What?"

"Didn’t think you’d say yes."

"I can still change my mind."

"Yeah right. You like hanging out with me!"

"Hey don’t get too confident, I just don’t have anything else to do."

"And I don't believe you. Golf ‘n’ Stuf. In like an hour?"

"I don’t know. I might not show up," you teased.

"Yeah I'll see you there!" He yelled, content, already ahead of you on his bike.

[. . .]

“I knew it.”

You turned around where you stood, only to see Miguel behind you, a grin on his face. “You’re annoying. I’ve told you that before, right?”

“Yeah. Many times.”

“Just checking.”

“So?” Miguel held up his arm for you to lace your own with. As if. You scoffed, walking past him, leaving him to jog after you into the park.

“Okay what first?”

“Oh you’re letting me pick?” He asked you. Okay, you had to give it to him, he wasn’t as insufferable when he matched your sarcastic attitude a little bit. Or maybe he was more insufferable and you just liked to see him not be as nice.

“Yes I’m very polite.”

“Well then we’re doing mini golf.”

“Are you forty-five?”

“This place literally has golf in the name, what did you expect?” He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you along.

[. . .]

“Okay I don’t think I’ve ever seen as many tickets in my entire life,” Miguel exclaimed, holding up what looked like at least 80 tickets, all bunched up. You studied the excitement on his face. Fine, so maybe you had a little fun. Just a little. And maybe you thought he looked stupidly cute right now.

Maybe.

You walked up to the counter. He looked at your prize options. “So what do you want? We can get like 53 rings or like 72 plastic… babies? Why would anyone want 72 plastic babies?”

You let out a laugh. “I don’t know, I-” you saw it by the corner, almost hidden. It was perfect. “Ohmygod definitely that guy!” You pointed at it, and the woman behind the counter handed it to Miguel.

He held up the plush bumblebee. “He’s cute! What should we name him?”

“Um… Phillip?”

“What no! That’s so not a bee name.”

“What the hell would a bee name be?”

“Zoe?”

“Okay first off that’s so cliche. Second off, he’s a boy!”

“How would you know that?” You’d been walking for a while, and finally got outside, sitting down on a bench.

“I decided it!”

“Okay. What can we name him then?”

“Oh my God, Lucas!”

“Okay, I think I can accept Lucas.”

“You don’t have a say on my son’s name!”

“Hey he’s our son!”

“I don’t know, we’d have to take a DNA test.”

“Shit have you been cheating on me?”

“Yeah I’m sorry…” you tried to match his playfulness.

There was silence for a moment.

“You know this was actually pretty fun.”

“Yeah I was surprised.” You were teasing, but it wasn’t a lie, either.

“So you liked it? Who knew.”

“Oh shut it. It was okay.”

“You totally did!”

“Okay, whatever. Now we need to discuss Lucas’ custody situation. I’m getting dibs on weekends!” You tried to joke, but Miguel’s mind seemed to be wandering off. “Miguel? Hello?” You waved your hand in front of his face.

“Sorry.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I just- can I tell you something?”

“Okay.”

“I have a theory. You can say I’m wrong. But you can’t get mad at me about it.”

“Okay I’m getting worried.”

“Promise?”

“Sure.”

“Well I’ve thought about it, and I might be being a little hopeful. But I’m pretty sure you might have a crush on me.”

You laughed in disbelief. Did he really just say that to you? “I’m sorry?”

“It’s just a theory! I want you to! I’m- am I wrong?”

You didn’t reply. Because you didn’t know the answer. Did you- wait. “You want me to?”

“I- mean I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, but. It would be nice. And I know you still don’t like to talk about that one time we kissed and all but things have been pretty confusing.”

“Because you have a thing for me.”

“Okay, I get it, it's fine if you don’t-”

Maybe it was not exactly the brightest idea to do something so important so suddenly, without sparing a thought before you did. But, when you knew it, your lips were on his.

It was calmer, softer than the first time you’d done it. Miguel was the one to pull away, smiling into the kiss. He stared at you, and you were nervous. You wanted to tell yourself you didn’t know where that came from, like you’d told yourself had happened that day at your place before attempting to bottle it up. But you knew.

You didn’t realize it, but in those weeks you hung out, you got to actually know him. And at some point you must have started liking him. A few weeks was definitely enough to change your perspective on some things.

You assumed he felt the same, considering the things he said.

… but maybe you read him wrong?

“What?” You asked, insecure, when he didn’t say anything.

He grinned. “You totally have a crush on me!”

You let out a breath in relief.

Okay, yeah, maybe Miguel Diaz wasn’t that bad after all. And maybe you could get yourself used to the thought of going out with him.

Maybe.

[. . .]

A/N: edited the fuck outta this one before posting, my ideas were good but my writing was pretty shit at the time. I think I was like 16/17 when I wrote this one. shits crazy. luv yall

#cobra Kai #karate kid #the karate kid #Miguel Diaz #Miguel Diaz imagine #Miguel Diaz x reader #eli moskowitz #hawk cobra kai #aisha robinson #johnny lawrence #demetri cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai x reader #mars writes

[miyagifangkai]

Surprise, Surprise!

Tagged: @flowercrowns-goodvibes

Request: if possible could i request an eli x reader set in s5 with his post-hawk persona and after the championship and finding out reader is pregnant? and maybe like the ripple effect it would have on everyone else? honestly you can write whatever you’d like! thanks so much

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Surprise pregnancy, talk

of born gender, angst!!!, cussing!!

Characters Involved: Reader, Hawk/Eli, Miguel, Demetri, Robby, mentions of Johnny and Carmen

Couple Pairing: Hawk/Eli x Reader

!!!THIS HAS NOT BEEN PROOFRED!!! forgive me!!!

A/N: hey! Thank you for the request! You’re always so sweet! 🥰 I hope you enjoy reading. I tweaked some things!

You stared down at the dreaded two lines on the test you had just taken. You were dumbfounded. You look up into the mirror and take in your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes, “Holy shit,” you whisper to yourself.

You card your hands through your hair and take deep breath and look back down at the test. As your eyes begin to get comfortable you keep staring at your result and your mind wonders you start to think about how you’re going to tell your boyfriend, Eli, about this. You feel your heart rate start to rise. Eli was busy with other things in his life as well, he couldn’t focus on a baby right now. You two haven’t been together for a long time either maybe a couple of months. You had been best friends for years but didn’t make it official until recently. You couldn’t fathom to think about what he’s gonna say or his friends. You felt like they were going to judge you, you just knew it.

Eli had something going on today with his karate which you usually went to and supported him but you haven’t been showing up due to you feeling sick all of the time. You should’ve known since the first week with morning sickness that something was up. But you turned a blind eye and blamed it on something else. Eli started to question as well but you would always change the subject. C’mon, there was no way you were pregnant, right? Hah. Wrong.

You package the test back up to show Eli later. You weren’t sure if you were going to tell him tonight especially when he was at the championship but you had to tell him soon. You just weren’t ready to see his reaction yet. You didn’t think you’d ever be ready to see the look of sadness and regret that he was going to give you. You sigh.

You feel another tear roll down your cheek and you frown.

You decide to go to the championship to see him. You didn’t want to be left alone with your thoughts and the weight of the world on your shoulders for another minute. You get dressed out of your pajamas into something more decent. With shaky hands and another sigh you grab your car keys and decide to take the test as well.

You get in your car and sit there for a few minutes not sure if you wanted to do this; were you ready to ruin his night? Or what if he loses and he’s already down in the dumps and you just make it worse?

You facepalm and lay your head on the steering wheel, “Fuck,” you groan.

You lift your head of the steering wheel and adjust yourself in your seat and start your car.

You make it before Eli is about to take the mat. He spots you and immediately runs over to you his smile quickly dissipating noticing you obviously shaken exterior.

“Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you were sick,” he questions.

You decide to shake it off and feign a smile, “I started feeling better. I wanted to come see you.”

Eli gives you a perplexed look but lets it go, “Okay then. I’m next so–”

You grab his hand trying not shake too much, “Then go!” you smile.

Eli gives you a quick hug and runs back over to his Sensei’s. Miguel catches your eye because he was staring at you. You should’ve put makeup on before you came. You were pretty sure the puffy red eyes either made you look high or upset so you knew it would have drawn attention from others.

The fight was extremely intense especially with Eli getting hurt. You almost started crying again, you weren’t sure if it was the hormones but you kept your cool. But seeing Eli lose broke your heart. You knew it broke him too. He tried not to show too much emotion but you knew him too well. There was no way you could tell him now.

Afterwards Eli approached you and you two walked outside.

You couldn’t help but ask, “Are you okay?”

He nods his head, “Yeah. I guess so. Just disappointed in myself.”

“You shouldn’t be. You did great.”

“I lost.”

“That’s okay. You can’t win everything!”

He sighs, “Easy for you to say, you’re not the one who lost.”

“Eli–”

He looks at you quickly, “Let’s just drop it, okay?”

Your shoulders drop, “Okay.”

You wanted to tell him. You needed to tell him. He deserved to know. You couldn’t keep this from him forever. You can feel your body temperature start to rise from anxiety and your face starts to get red.

“Babe, are you okay?”

“Eli, I have something to tell you.”

Eli doesn’t break his gaze patiently waiting for you to talk.

You feel your hands start to shake and palms getting sweaty. You try not to look him in the eyes when you say, “I’m pregnant.”

Eli chuckles, “Yeah, right!”

He soon realizes that you weren’t laughing, “Y/N, come on. You’re joking, right?”

You lightly shake your head and reach in your purse for the test. You take it out and hand it to him and he takes it in his hands.

You see his eyes go wide as he almost starts hyperventilating.

“Eli–”

“Sorry, I’m just letting it sink in.”

You swallow thickly. You were waiting for him to drop the bomb. You were fully prepared to have your heart broken. How were you going to be able to take care of a baby on your own? So many questions and assumptions start chaoctically swirling through your mind. You expected the worst, as always.

He looks at you, “We can do this.”

You look in his eyes searching for any sign that he’s joking. You pay special attention to his body language as he talks.

“Really?”

He lets out a puff of air, “I mean, I think so. Are you wanting to keep it?”

You nod your head, “I was planning on it.”

Eli develops a small smile on his face, “Okay. Okay. This can’t be too bad, right?”

You shrug your shoulders with no answer for him.

“I’m gonna be a dad.”

You start to feel the tears in your eyes, “Yeah, you are!”

He gives you a hug and then separates from you, “We’ve gotta tell the others!”

You feel your anxiety creep back up in you. You still have nothing to say about that. You weren’t sure how they were going to react. You were so afraid that they were not going to see as their friend anymore.

“O–oh–okay, let’s go tell them then,” you pretend to be excited.

Eli grabs your hand and quickly runs inside with you tagging along behind him.

Eli and you join in the group and he interrupts their conversations, “Guys! We have news.”

You look up at Miguel and Demetri knowing that they and Eli were close and you were afraid of how they’d feel. Everyone looks at Eli furrowing their eyebrows from confusion.

“Y/N is pregnant!”

You see Demetri’s face drop from pure surprise. Miguel covered his mouth to hide his slack jaw but uncovered it and gained a smile. You looked at everyone else who were shocked to their cores.

“Do you want us to be excited?” Robby asks you two.

You and Eli look at each other and smile with you answering, “I think so! We are wanting to keep it!”

That’s when everyone breaks out with their excitement and all come in for a group hug. You didn’t expect this kind of reaction from them, especially when you were thinking of the worst.

Eventually it is just you, Eli, Miguel, and Demetri together.

Miguel asking, “So what’s gonna be the name?”

You laugh, I have no clue! I literally found out about it today!”

Demetri lifts his hand to his chest in shock, “No way! You need to find a good doctor so they can give you ultrasounds.”

Miguel hums, “Mhm. True!”

Demetri continues, “What if there’s something wrong? Or what if the baby isn’t healthy or somehting?”

You hear Eli chuckle, “Calm down, dude. I’m sure she’s fine.”

“But what if she’s–”

Miguel puts his hand up to silence Demetri’s babbling, “You and my mom should get in touch! She’s pregnant too.”

Eli looks at Miguel wide eyed, “No way. With Sensei?”

You almost laugh at the boys shocked faces while Miguel shakes his head.

You say, “Maybe I should. I do need to know the ins and outs.”

Demetri says, “That’s true. This your first pregnancy. Your body isn’t used to this. What if you start losing teeth or your hair? It happens a lot with pregnant women!”

You look at him, “How do you know so much about this?”

Demetri shrugs his shoulders, “Research.”

You all laugh at him and Miguel goes on about Carmen and Johnny hooking up with a grimace on his face.

After the whole detailed conversation Miguel asks, “Are you hoping for a boy or a girl?”

Eli, of course, wanted a son and you wanted a daughter.

Since the choice was a 50/50 split the boys started placing bets on what the gender would be making laugh.

You couldn’t believe how well everyone took the news. You also couldn’t believe how supportive Eli was. You were definitely expecting driving home with more tears and a dull ache in your chest. But that didn’t happen.

You and Eli were going to be parents. You couldn’t believe it.

#cobra kai #hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz x reader #demetri cobra kai #miguel diaz #johnny lawrence #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai fanfic

[clarencethemouse]

Demetri Alexopoulos Relationship Headcanons

I got carried away...

this boy literally doesn’t know how to handle it

I’m sorry, but Demetri is the most clueless one on the show

have you seen the way he tried to flirt on the show? Like that for you, but 20x worse. Cause it’s you

and look at you... of course he’s gonna trip over a pencil on his way to share a super cool fun fact no one asked for. And then play it off cool when you look his way and try to spill a smart remark that only ends up with a stammering mess and word vomit

and we adore him for it

and clearly you did too. He doesn’t know how it worked for him, but here you are: dressed up for a date with him

unimaginable, he insists-

is prepared and will rant about the latest comic book in his possession for upwards of an hour on end. And you support him and appreciate his passions

r i g h t ???? yes :)

okay this is something I’ve been imagining

so he has a Bean in his room. You know those giant bean bag chairs that are half the size of a couch? A Bean. He has one in his room. And when you sleep over, that’s your home

his parents trust you two in the room at night cause they know you live on the Bean. And that thing is only really comfortable with one person’s weight sinking in

you’ve considered stealing the Bean on multiple occasions

but how could you pull this off? How could you pull it out his door, down the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door into your car without anyone noticing? 

this is one of your life’s biggest questions

would he give it to you if you just asked nicely? Ha. No. It’s his Bean. Get your own

okay I feel like his parents are divorced, and you’ve only met one of them 

the other one doesn’t know of your existence cause Demetri never sees or talks to them

(idk what canon has to say about this, but I don’t care. At all. Because my word goes now)

Hawk kinda scares you not gonna lie

Miguel and Sam are cool about you, though

okay bear with me hear

my gut is speaking to me

this is coming to me like an oracle in my dreams

he tried two times to ask you to prom, one of which was before you were together

the first time he got up to face you very far ahead of time, got out four words, and promptly excused himself. You politely waited for him to come back, which never happened

then the second time happened. You realized what he was trying to stammer out after two rambled sentences and you just popped the question yourself

you should have seen his face

I truly and utterly believe this man was dumbfounded

he knew you would agree

it was still a shocker

Hawk tagged along on your prom date, which you didn’t mind, given when he had just gone through

he thought you minded, and politely dipped out without warning midway through

which led to you and Demetri hosting a search party for him for about an hour

you had to let Demetri abandon the effort a little when he started hyperventilating over the thought of his best friend being kidnapped

Hawk was just chilling by the car, though

but that’s beside the point

couples costumes

and the most offhand ones, too

not Anakin and Padme

not salt and pepper

no, you two went as freaking Captain Crunch and the berries one year

and you rocked it

it does stress you sometimes when he gets so down and pessimistic

you know he thinks that way about your relationship, but only cause it’s his first defensive instinct to assume danger and disappointment

you make it your mission not to let him down

he deserves better than what he expects from the world

this is a fun relationship

can be a little stressful at times. But aren’t we all?

---

please this was fun to think about

Robin

#demetri cobra kai #demetri alexopoulos #demetri alexopoulos x reader #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine

[roadkill-writes]

Party animals

Pairing: Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz x female!reader

Prompt: "I’m not gonna be here when she breaks your heart" And “Are you going to tell him?”

Word count: 6.1 pages · 2,208 words

Warning(s): Swearing, underage drinking, name calling, Hawk being stupid

Part 2

You told Demetri there was no way you were going to the party at Moon's house and some how here you were, getting dragged through the front door of her house by none other than your dojo member Miguel. Somehow within the first few minutes of being in the house Miguel patted you on the back and disappeared into the crowed of school mates and people you've never met before. You slowly made your way through the house, having to push a few teens out of the way while doing so, running into Moon finally. 

"Oh my god, (Y/n)! Demetri said you weren't coming I didn't expect you to be here. Drinks are in the kitchen and kegs in the backyard." She had a wide smile on her face, red solo cup in hand the only indicator is was a real high school party and not the kind you, Eli and Demetri used to have. You gave her a smile back not wanting to seem rude with her knowing you didn't want to be here. "Yeah, ended up having a change of plans and thought why not come over for the fun." You knew that was a lie but couldn't muster up the guts to tell her the real reason why you didn't want to show. Scanning the crowd you seen the one person you did want to avoid here, that person being Demetri in question. "Well I'm so glad you could make it (Y/n). I'm gonna get back in there go have fun." She gestured over her shoulder back towards the living room where Demetri was. Once she turned around to leave you spun around to part ways but ended up running face first into someone's chest. You stumbled back a few steps taking a look to see who it was. 

"What were you two talking about?" You had a confused look on your face. "Hawk?"  He gave you a stupid flirty smile like he normally does, handing you a red cup full of who knows what. "Here princess, drink up." Taking the cup from his hand and taking a sip, that damned nickname he decided to call you since he turned into “Hawk” and god did it ruffle your feathers. It was liquor mixed with little to no coke, this wasn’t your first rodeo but god was liquor not your go to drink, especially with little to no mixer in it as well. “Jeez I know you’re a badass now but no mixer? What’s wrong with you?” You choked out a small laugh, looking around at everyone. 

Hawk gave you a friendly chuckle with a smile and took a sip of his own drink. “It’s honestly something you just get used to. But what were you two ladies talking about?” 

You threw a playful smile on your face you knew about Hawk and Moon’s old relationship and you knew how hung up on her he was. “Oh, you know just the usual; nails, hair and how I’m gonna beat your ass if you don’t stay out of my business.” Punching hawk in the shoulder, but immediately turning your attention to the the cheering going on out back. 

Making your way out of the sliding glass doors onto the back porch to be met with the crown of people standing around Tory and some random guy standing on bar stools on one foot chugging out of red solo cups as the crowd cheered ‘chug! chug! chug!’ Watching as Tory gulped down her cup swiftly. You clapped and cheered her along as the guy fell down off of his stool while Tory held her cup to rejoice in her winnings throwing the cup down to the ground and yelling into the crowd who wanted to challenge her next and both you and Tory loved challenging each other at the dojo sho what could be the damage in taking up her offer. 

“Who wants to go next!” 

“Hey, miss sunshine! I’ll take ya up on your offer!” You held on to some poor guys shoulder as you climbed atop of the wooden bar stool your chunky heel of your ankle boots making a clonking noise at it made contact, being handed a red solo cup. You and Tory both stared at each other with a gleam in your eyes a challenge in which who could hold their alcohol and themselves up better on one foot. Tory definitely knew how to hand her alcohol but you’ve seen her sparring at the dojo you’ve out balanced her plenty of times to know you could win this you just had to hold on longer than she could, obviously.

”New game!” Both you and Tory raised your cups in a cheering motion inches away from clinking the plastic cups together, raising one leg up just like a flamingos and all at once the crowd started just as they had been earlier when you walked out shouting, Chug! Chug! Chug!. Tory gulped down her drink in fast succession as you slowly started to down yours, this wasn’t a race of who could drink the fastest just of who could stand on one leg drunken longer. Tory had been at this game long before you had stepped outside so she couldn’t last much longer could she?

Finishing your drink here some people on the crowd cheering for you long with stingray and some girl he brought along. Getting handed another cup, downing that one a bit quicker this time you began to sway a bit as the wind pushed through, Tory couldn’t help but smirk as you tried to ground yourself to stop the swaying.

”Is it getting too much for you, freak?”

You crumbled the empty cup in your hand before throwing in to the ground not caring who it hit on the way down. “Not yet, but you couldn’t possibly last much longer sunshine!” 

Yes to everyone else it might seem as if you and Tory actually hated each other but in all honesty that’s just how you’ve acting towards each other since you’ve became friends, saying rude things to each other in challenges to push each other to do better. You called her sunshine because of the very clear difference of her attitude to the seemingly nice name, everyone could tell Tory’s attitude was anything but Mrs.sunshine. And she called you what’re the hell she felt like would fit in the moment but sometimes you still felt as if there was some truth behind her words as you were in fact a freak. Hung out with people of a much lower popularity class as everyone else at least that’s how most people see it. 

Taking another cup from a hand in the crowd, Tory doing the same the crowd began again yelling Chug! Over and over again. Both of you about six maybe seven cups in and now moving onto shot of vodka holding the shot glass in your hand you began to sway you noticed that you had almost put your foot down but focused and steadied yourself. 

“How ya doing over there, (y/l)?” Tory gave you a smirk.

”Oh I could do this all night.” You threw back your shot and threw it to the ground. And just like that Toriywas laying on her back, the stool had kicked out from beneath her. 

“Guess someone couldn’t hold their liquor, huh?” You looked down on Tory from atop of your stool. Tory gave you a disgusted look as you stepped down off of the stool, throwing out your hand you helped pick Tory up from the ground.

”Good game there sunshine.” You smiled and jokingly judged she arm with your elbow. 

“Didn’t think you’d be able to hold your liquor sweetheart. But Monday in the dojo a new challenge.”

”Oh you’re so on Tory!” You patted her on the back accepting the challenge turning to walk back inside to the kitchen. At this point the world was spinning a bit but eh you would manage, mixing up another drink of vodka and whatever mixer was laying around on the counter.

“(Y/n)? I thought you said you were coming.” Whipping your head around to me met with Demetri with a confused but saddened looking face. you knew it was inevitable that you weren’t going to avoid on of your friends for long but god why did it have to be while you were drunk.

“Demetri, hey!” You couldn’t notice the slight slurring in your words but he definitely could. “Here take a sip you look a lot more sober than I am now.” Pushing your drink towards his face.

Demetri pushed the cup out of his face, ”You know drinking isn’t going to make you forget about him you know.” 

Chugging down your cup and angrily placing it back on the counter before trying to start making another one. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Demetri. I’m having fun, letting loose ya know. Now drop it.” 

He shook his head in frustration and pursed his lips together before stating, “Are you going to tell him? Or am I going to have to? This is the longest running running secret I’ve kept and believe it or not it’s eating at me.”

”Gonna tell who what?” Hawk stood across the kitchen island from you both. You swore your heart stopped beating in that moment in time as your eyes connected.

“Hawk… it’s nothing drop it.” You grabbed your mixed drink and went to step away.

”She’s been in love with you for years and you’re to blindly in love with Moon to see it!” 

You felt your cup slipping out of your hand as Demetri blurted out your entire life secret the one that’s been eating away at you for years, the one you stayed up at night thinking about constantly, the one that made you avoid playing truth in truth or dare. The one that made you join karate in hopes that maybe then he’d see.

You didn’t stick around to see what you come out of either of their mouths, making a b-line out of the kitchen pushing and shoving people out of your way to the nearest set of stairs to get way from everything and then everyone. Shutting yourself away into a bathroom with your back up against a way in hopes no one would be bothered to come looking for you. The sound of knocking pushed you out of your trance of running through your own head. 

“It’s occupied!”

Another laps of knocking came from the other side.

”For fucks sake I said it was occupied!”

Again more knocking and at this point you were drunk and beginning to get more angry than you already were quickly unlocking the door and swinging it open, “Can’t you fucking lis-“

You hastily tried to shut the door again as a foot got stuck in the door, “Hawk go away.” You felt defeated, absolutely drug through the mud.

”(Y/n), you’re drunk and I don’t think you should be alone right now.” He started to push the door open some more, you just stepped back believing you’d be strong enough in your drunken state to push against the door to keep him out. 

Closing the door behind him and leaning up against the sink while you stood across from him in your original position against the wall. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“And what exactly was I supposed to say to you? Oh hey Eli I’ve been I love with you since middle school please date me!” You flapped your arms around as you spoke. 

Hawks breathe hitched when you heard you call him Eli for the first time in a while. “I’ve liked you too for a while but I’m sorta with Moon and you know that.” Hawk across his arms over his chest.

That made your blood boil that he’s still pining after a girl who’s clearly not interested in him anymore at this point you were in fact shouting in anger, “Oh please Eli, she doesn’t like you anymore! Why don’t you see that?”

Hawk dropped his arms down to his sides in disbelief of your words, “We’re on a break dude and I’m trying to win her back over!” 

It was now a screaming match between the two of you and your didn’t care who heard you at this point. “I’ve been your friend for a while now Eli and I’m definitely not afraid to tell you that you’re a fucking idiot she’s clearly moved on did you not see her in the living room arm wrapped around that other girl!”

”Maybe we shouldn’t be friends then anymore if you’re going to try make me feel stupid about my decisions!”

”Fine then Eli I’m not gonna be here when she breaks your heart!” You swung the bathroom door open and pushed past Eli to get out of the door making sure you push your shoulder into his as you went past. Can’t believe Demetri and how stupid Eli is being

#eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz imagine #tory cobra kai #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai imagine #hawk x reader #tory nichols #demetri alexopoulos #miguel cobra kai #fanfiction #x reader #roadkillwrites #x fem!reader #Cobra!reader #johnny lawrence #moon cobra kai

[fodenswhore]

cobra kai s5 rant

- thoroughly enjoyed this season, i thought it was funny, not as cringy and the fight scenes were so good. however, there were a few things that really annoyed me or made me question why i have a netflix account. here they are:

pregnancy storyline - when i tell you this plot annoyed the fuck outta me, i mean it. as soon as carmen said ‘i’m late johnny’ i was like oh ffs and i paused the tv and started ranting to my friends over snap. it’s such an unnecessary storyline and it aggravated me every time it was mentioned throughout the rest of the season. like, come on writers, could you be any more predictable? don’t get me wrong, i think babies are cute n stuff, but throwing a baby into a book or a show ruins it for me. also, johnny runs from all of his problems so who’s to say he won’t do that when things get challenging with his new baby?

robby - i love love love robby, but the way he gets treated is not it. whilst johnny is funny i’ve come to the realisation that he is a really shitty person. he only acknowledges his own feelings and doesn’t care about anyone else’s - especially robby’s. and robby’s reaction to the pregnancy threw me off guard. he was happy??? he deserves to be angry about it, hell i would be. his dad literally neglected him his whole life and is now having a baby with miguel’s mum? i’d be more than pissed. robby needs a hug and i volunteer to give him one, he deserves the world <3

carmen and johnny - carmen really pissed me off this season idk why, she just did. like girl, how’re you gonna have a child with a man who still acts like one😭😭😭 and johnny annoyed me too, he literally prioritised everything over robby. and then he forced robby and miguel to fight out their issues, when what they really needed to do what sit down and talk about them (i am glad they’re all good now tho).

silver - even just his face annoys me, had to hold myself back from punching the tv every time he had a scene tbh. he’s a good villain tho.

kenny and kyler - dumb and dumber, harry and marv, whatever you wanna call them, they both single-handedly embarrassed themselves every time they spoke. i’ve always disliked kyler, how anyone can be that annoying and cringey is beyond me. kenny annoyed me as well, like bro i think you’ve messed with anthony enough leave him alone. and then when he tried intimidating robby and miguel, like honey know your place x

sam - sam annoys me every season, i really want to like her but i just can’t. this season, she annoyed me significantly less than usual, however she made miguel’s circumstances in mexico about her and then had the audacity to get mad at miguel when he kissed another girl after she’d broken up with him.

okay, rant over. i’m sure there’s more that annoyed me but i can’t remember atm lolz. so apart from the pregnancy storyline that it is so stupid, pointless, basic, predictable, annoying, ew and the characters mentioned above (except robby i love him, just the way he was treated annoyed me), the season was really good.

times the word annoyed/annoys was used in this rant = 10

#robby keene #karate kid #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai imagines #miguel diaz #eli moskowitz #hawk #dimitri #demetri alexopoulos #demetri cobra kai #anthony larusso #kenny payne #tory nichols #samantha larusso #sam larusso #chozen toguchi #amanda larusso #john kreese #terry silver #netflix shows

[kingcbras]

Imagine he was saying that to Miguel Infront of Sam, honestly I'm here for this ship

#cobra kai #miguel cobra kai #demetri cobra kai #miguel x demetri #miguetri #your girlfriend is my frenemy #writing trope #imagine Miguel and Demetri in season 1-2 always flirting as they share seats when their the only ones in THE friend group there in the class #rare ship #trying out this ship #no judgement

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100

Prompt: Rewrite

Pairing: Hawkmetri

***

“You gotta feel the energy. Live in the moment, you know?”

Eli starts walking away. Demetri pulls him back.

“Are you…with that girl now?”

“Her?” Eli laughs, sitting back down. “She’s hot and all, but alphas keep their options open.”

“What kind of options?”

“Whatever they like.”

Live the moment.

Demetri leans in, kissing that smirk.

Eli’s speechless. Demetri’s stomach sinks.

“Maybe I wasn’t feeling the energy properly…”

Then Eli beams.

“Fucking A, dude. That’s the kind of Strike First shit I’m talking about!”

He yanks Demetri in for another round.

Perhaps the McConaughey-ization of Eli Moskowitz isn’t so bad.

***

Because if Demetri had really taken that "live the moment" advice to heart, he would've just leaned in and given Eli a big ol smooch.

And honestly??? With how damn flirty Eli was being by that campfire??? With his recent full embrace of "striking first"??? With him not having fallen far enough down the weird misogynistic dudebro rabbithole where he thinks he has to "win over a girl" to be cool???

I think he would have been into it.

#allvalley100 #amnesty week #hawk x demetri #demetri x eli #binary boyfriends #elimetri #hawkmetri #hawkmeat #demetri x hawk #eli x demetri #eli moskowitz #hawk #demetri alexopoulos #demetri cobra kai #cobra kai #cobra kai season 1 #just imagine an AU where these two get together in season 1 via alcohol (probably) and the inherent romantic nature of bonfires #and are as normal about their relationship as Moon and Piper are #would that be wild or what #idk if it would be BETTER necessarily but it does sort of comfort me that this timeline definitely exists in the Cobra Kai multiverse #like in at least one reality Demetri and Eli work out their shit in a timely manner instead of beating around the bush for 5 seasons #also imagine Moon coming back only to find the dude she was just making out with now making out with some random guy #the alluring mohawk boy simply has too much game #maybe this blatant LGBT PDA will give Yasmine the push she finally needs to admit she's in lesbians with Moon #also RIP if I had time I'd write a whole fic about this because this idea is intriguing me

[gemini-sensei]

Not What You Think | Tattooist!Hawk x Chubby!Reader

Tattoo Parlor AU ○ Based off of this POST ○

CW: suggestive themes, vulgar language, mentions of needles and healing processes (unedited).

"So did she actually get a tattoo or did you fuck her?" Tory asked. She was sitting at the worktable in the lobby, working on a drawing for a client. Her eyes stayed on the paper, but her ears were pert as the parlor fell quiet.

Hawk was trying to eat a granola bar, having just sent his newest client out the door with a "have a nice rest of your day" and an appointment card to come back for any touch ups her tattoo. She'd been very sweet, very easy to work with. She sat well, except for one little uncontrollable thing...

She moaned a lot during the session. Hours on hours of moaning. Fairly loud moans as well.

He almost choked on the granola and chocolate in his mouth upon hearing the question. It still made him cough and as he did his best to not die, Tory barked with laughter. She was the only one.

Then Robby spoke uo. "I thought he might very been killing her."

"Oh my god, I know," Tory groaned. She stopped drawing and sat back in her chair, finally looking up. "No one should be making those kind of noises back there."

Hawk finally regained his strength amd wits, taking a sip of long overdue water. "Shut up. Everyone reacts differently to getting a needle stuck into them a thousand times. And I was tattooing the the backs of the thighs, she's a little thick, so they were sensitive."

"I'm sure she enjoyed you grabbing her thick ass thighs," Tory snickered.

Hawk glared at her, but she only smirked in response. However, before he could come up with a witty comeback, someone else interjected.

Demetri grimaced. "I can't stand here and listen to this anymore. It was bad enough hearing the... noises coming from your room. I don't need any speculative imagery to go along with it. I have a two o'clock coming in soon, so maybe don't talk about it anymore either."

With that, he let the room and walked down the hall to his work room. He shut the door for some peace and quiet. Tory rolled her eyes and gathered her stuff.

"Whatever, she's just lucky she was the only one booked while she was here. I saw how embarrassed she was walking out of here, so I can only image how much worse it would have been had the rest of us has someone here," she said. Then she stood up and sighed.

Miguel let out a huff that was between disbelief and astonishment. "Yeah, my client had to reschedule. Kinda glad he did."

Robby shrugged. "I'm just waiting on walk-ins honestly."

Tory smirked and looked at Hawk. "Lucky, lucky you."

"Shut up, Tory," he spat, tired of the teasing.

They all cleared out of the lobby except for Miguel and Hawk. Miguel was at the reception desk, working on the computer as the phone rang. He greeted the person on the other end with his usual enthusiasm and Hawk walked outside, looking for some fresh air.

As soon as he was outside and leaning on the wall, Sam was walking up from her car. She smiled brightly and pushed her sunglasses up. "Hey, Hawk!"

"Hey," he grumbled.

Her smile quickly turned into a frown. "What's wrong?"

If anyone had a fix to a problem, it was Sam. That was part of her job after all. So even though it was a little embarrassing, he told her about what happened. "I had this new client come in. She was looking for a new shop to go to because all the ones she went to before never wanted her back. I wasn't worried about it. She's really sweet, too, so I didn't understand what everyone else's problem was."

"Did he kick and scream or something?"

"Worse."

"Break something?"

"No."

"Then what did she do?"

"She moaned. A lot. Like, the whole time I was tattooing her."

"Oh." Sam's pulled an awkward face before fixing it. She became thoughtful. "So what's the problem?"

"She's coming back for touchups and the second half of her tattoo."

"I see," she mused.

Things became silent and Hawk thought there was no way to fix this. There wasn't even a "real" problem to solve, but it sure did feel like there was. He rested his head back on the brick wall behind him and sighed. Just as he thought there was no hope, only further awkward situations, Sam let out a loud,

"Aha! I got it!"

"What?" he asked her, standing from the wall and turning to her hopeful.

She smiled. "You have your own studio at home, right? I know you've tattooed Miguel up there plenty of times. So why don't you just invite her out there for a more private setting. Surely that will be a lot better for you and especially her."

"Invite a stranger to my house? Are you crazy?"

"What's the difference than picking up a girl and taking her home?"

They were quiet for a moment, then Hawk sighed, knowing she was right. He supposed it wasn't a totally bad idea either. So he relented and nodded to her.

"Okay, I'll call her in a few to rearrange some things. Can't be too hard, right? And it's just a tattoo. What's the worst that could happen?"

#tattoo parlor au #tattooist!hawk #tattooist!tory #tattooist!robby #piercer!demetri #piercer!miguel #media manager!sam #eli hawk moskowitz x reader #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowits x chubby reader #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz smut #hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz smut #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #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

[sensei-venus]

A First For Everyone~ (Chubby!Reader/Robby/Demetri)

(Unedited) (Reader watches her boyfriends, boyxboy, Anal, Sex Toys, Dry Orgasm, First Time)

Random thought I had while reading some of the old monster dick Demetri stuff. What about where Reader and Robby are together at first but then they bring Demetri into their relationship. Reader is the first one to actually have sex with him and it was a huge event.

But then it's Robby’s turn one day and it's like wow.

Demetri is surprisingly not that embarrassed over it. After having sex with Reader a few times he's no longer as nervous or embarrassed as he use to be. He's not overly confident but he's not backing out or getting scared over the idea of having sex now. He's been craving to fuck Robby by now. Of course he had given him a few hand jobs during the relationship, sucked him off a few dozen times.

But Demetri had yet to actually fuck his ass.

Robby is a little nervous when Reader whips out a plug one day before they all go to work. It's not huge but it's definitely big enough to give him a nice long burn. But with the help of some nice morning head along with a generous amount of lube and work, the plug pops in and starts working to stretch his ass. It's uncomfortable at first but both Reader and Demetri tell him it will lessen over time. So he goes to work, the big metal plug helping to work his ass open for later on.

After a long day of work the fun begins.

Robby's ass is completely stretched and the need to have the plug out is starting to scratch at his mind.

They end up all naked on their shared bed, Robby face down with his ass up. Demetri pulls out more lube. Spilling some on the base of the plug so it drips down to Robby’s tight ring. He gently starts to play with the toy. One hand grips one of his thick ass cheek while the other gently pulls at the plug. He moves it back and forth, pushing and pulling it in and out of the boys asshole. Robby can't believe the noise he makes. He didn't even think about how having the toy stuck up his ass all day would make him so sensitive.

Demetri’s dick just gets harder and harder the more he plays with the shorter boy.

Both Reader and Demetri are in awe as they watch Robby’s ass play with the metal object. Ever so slightly the toy is pulled back by a inch or so only to be sucked back in. It's no surprise that it takes a hard tug to get his ass to let it go. Robby yelp at the bringing and sting of the object being pulled out of him. But Demetri can't hold in the loud moan that leaves him. Watching the way Robby’s once tight hole now gapes. It sits wide open, the ring of tight muscles around his entrance stretched for the moment. Held completely open on its own.

It twitches a little but continues to stay wide open for them. Demetri pulls both of his cheeks apart to get a better view along with Reader. Amazed at what they are witnessing.

Demetri lubs his fat dick up with the help of a few long pumps. Making sure he's all wet so he can finally get a piece of Robby’s sweet ass. He gets up on his long legs and knees and pulls Robby closer to him. It only takes a moment for him to line up his dick to Robby’s spent hole. Every so slowly he pushes in, but there is little to no resistance at all. At first, there is no real force in his ass. The first few inches he slides in with no problem and it has Robby whimpering.

By the time he's at the half way end Robby is groaning in pleasure. His ass finally starts to catch up with the rest of his body. He tightness up once he meets the halfway point.

His eyes start to roll back and his toes curl with every new inch he takes. The feeling of Demetri’s body over his starts to make him all fuzzy feeling. Not to even mention the feeling of having his prostate tapped very few seconds from Demetri’s shaft.

Demetri tried his best to go as slow as he can to bring some kind of comfort to the guy. But the feeling is just good for him to stand. His hands grip at Robby’s tight waist, digging in as he slammed home. His dick slid all the way in, his toned pelvis’s hitting his soft ass perfectly. He grunted and leaned over the smaller boy.

That was all it took to have Robby’s eyes rolling back into his skull. The sound he made was almost inhuman. A mix of a scream and moan flew from his lips. He had never felt something like this in his whole life. He was so full and felt so good. His thighs shook and his mind was completely and utterly gone.

With that his dick went off like a fire house.

His orgasm rocked through his whole body, a mix of fire and ice through his veins.

In a matter of moments his body gave way and flopped down onto the bed. The cum puddle under him meant nothing, it spread over her dick and stomach as it started to slowly seep into the sheets below. It was sticky against his warm belly the feeling alone had him whimpering.

“Did he just-“

“I think he did.”

Demetri wanted to finish himself off but the sharp turn of events had him rethinking. He pulled out with no second thought. His dick twitched even more once he was free. He couldn’t help but watch his boyfriend in awe. The mess he made was starting to stain over the sheets below. It made his gut clench just at the sight. His dick spilled a bit more precum just from looking at him.

Reader watched in awe from the side. Her eyes big and sparking while she looked at her two boyfriends. Pussy throbbing at the sight before her eyes. She loved watching her boys play with each other. This was so different, the sight before her had to be the hottest thing she had ever seen them do together. Her voice shook in pure awe “Robby I can’t believe you just came! All from having Demetri bottom out oh my god!”. Slowly she started to play with her wet folds. The scene before her was just too arousing.

Robby could only whimper out a none audible word. His hole was still twitching, spasming around nothing. His whole body shook as his orgasm started to drop. The high begins to fade into nothing, and his body starts to cool down.

After it started to pass he was flipped over.

The other two taking turns “cleaning up” his mess with their tongues~

He moaned out with every new lick from them. Their eyes shut tight as he enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of in such an intimate way.

He loved this more than anything else and he couldn’t wait to try this again soon.

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[markosbabymama]

Hiiii<3

1st, I found ur page yesterday and I love it!

2nd, could I request a matchup pls? Could be for anyone lol

Anyway, I’m 5ft. Like on the dot man. I’m more on the curvier side. My skin is light normally but I just got back from the beach so I have a tan lol. I’m also an introvert (unless I’m with friends) and an INFP. Along with major social anxiety. I’m a virgo.

I have hazel eyes that are more on the green side. My hair is slightly passed my shoulders and is wavy/curly. I’m in the process of trying to heal it after years of heat damage. It’s dark brown and I have bangs.

I love art and books. Along with animals. I have a cat, dog, and turtle. I love the ocean. My aesthetic, I would say is salted granola. I saw a tiktok once and was like ‘yes. That one.’ Im a big marvel, dc, and Star Wars fan. Music is like my life. Literally had 1526 minutes played last week. I’m in a honors choir class, book club, and art club. I have a green VW beetle.

Idk how much of that u needed but oh well🤷‍♀️ thank you love you🫶🫶

aww omg ty sm!! i’m so happy u like my content!

okay so idk what fandom to do but i’ll do ck to play it safe lol!

you would be the cutest with demetri ???

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y’all have been besties since u were kids, like it was u eli and him

so when u hit puberty, both of em were like 👁️👄👁️

and y’all had crushes on each other for the longestttt time so when he finally grew a pair and asked u out it was like

“so, do you wanna go to the movies tomorrow?”

“oh sure! should i pick up eli?, or do you want to?” “o-oh no i meant like, just me and you y/n.”

*ur obviously screaming on the inside and blushing.*

“oh u- uhm, i would love too! what time?” “let’s say 4:30?”

“yea. i would really like that dem.”

“awesome! uh- i mean- psh, yea it’s cool. whatever” *leaning on his locker to act cool.*

“okay. cool. see you tomorrow.”

HE WAS SO EXCITED MANNN

and when eli found out he was so happy for y’all bc he was y’all’s #1 shipper.

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he definitely teases u abt ur height, always has.

but it’s demetri so it’s all in good fun.

“so like, do you think you’ll ever grow? you’ve been 5’0 since you were 13.” “oh piss off tree trunk.”

A LOT of playful banter is going on in this relationship.

“why do you HAVE to put everything on the top shelf.”

“because it’s funny. watching you struggle to get a cup. better then television.”

“you know i’m the perfect height to punch you in the guts.”

“ohh shes fiesty today.”

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demetri is a very mouthy sarcastic guy, but only with his close friends.

hes also very shy so he obviously doesn’t mind it

and he definitely helps you with ur social anxiety 🥹

*at a crowded party* “hey are you okay? do you need something? a water?”

“i’m okay dem, looks likes you’re worried about me.”

“psh i’m not worried about you. just don’t need you dying on me and everyone’s think that it’s my fault.”

*lauging* “you’re a jerk dem.”

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always makes jokes that y’all have the same eye color.

“y’know, i think we were meant to be y/n.”

“why’s that dem?”

“because we have the same eye color, what kinda couple has the EXACT same eye color? no one. we’re special. it was definitely meant to be.”

“you’re actually crazy, you know that?”

“no i didn’t. but i DO know that we were meant to be.”

*laughs* “you’re such a dork. you’re lucky i love you.”

always takes pics of ur eyes side by side AND has it as his wallpaper 😭😭🥹🥹

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ugh he lOVES ur hair

loves it.

plays with ur hair all the damn time

has your loose hair ties on his desk and in his backpack LMAOO

“dem have you seen my hai-“

“your hair tie? yeah i have about 50 of them in my backpack.”

“really? welll, can i have one… please?”

“no y/n im revoking your hair tie privileges. yes you can have one.”

“thankssss demmie!!”

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loves going to museums with u🥹

he doesn’t really care for art but he goes anyways to make u happy🫶🏻

“y/nnnn, i have a suprise for u”

“what is it dem?”

“i got us tickets to the art museum! you’ve been talking about it so much lately, so i thought i’d take you today.”

*y/n bear hugging him* “OH MY GOSH!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU!!! I LOVE YOU DEM!” *kisses him on the cheek*

*lauging* “you’re welcome, i love you too.”

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definitely loves ur aesthetic

and secretly loves going shopping with u lol🤭

*y/n dragging demeitri to another store* “y/n, another store?”

“yes demetri! you wanted to come anyways, so suck it up and help me pick out more outfits.”

it’s like one of those scenes in a corny chick flick where you go in and out of the dressing rooms showing him outfits LOL

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MARVEL AND DC MARATHONS ALL .THE .TIME.

definitely getting into arguments over who’s team cap and team iron man 😭😭

“y/n how could you possibly be team cap!? bucky killed tony’s parents and he tried to justify it by saying he was brainwashed????”

“because dem!, he didn’t understand what he was doing. it’s not his fault!”

constantly saying that you’re mary jane and peter because he’s nerdy and you’re gorgeous 😭

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loves looking at all ur stuff u painted/ drew in art class

literally will post them on ig and show them off like he did it LMAOAKS

he’s so proud of u cause u can paint

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LOVES U CAR OH MY GOSHHHH

he was so jealous when u first got it lolz

him and eli were in literal shock

they were both so excited because now u didn’t have to pay for ubers/ have eli’s mom drop u off LMFAOOO

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A/N: OH MY GOD I FINALLY GOT THIS DONE AFTER GOD KNOWS HOW LONG😭 i hope u like it this took me so long to finish for no reason?!?

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[magewritesstories]

[ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴛʀɪ ᴀʟᴇxᴏᴘᴏʟᴏᴜꜱ ] ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

summary:  Headcanons for getting into and being in a relationship with Demetri when you’re a semi-popular cheerleader. TW: none note: I love the popular x nerd trope and he’s the definition of my type so, kinda self-indulgent but whatever.

I imagine it’s set up by Moon because she knows literally everyone

You needed help with a subject, and she said that she knew someone that could definitely help

Cut to Demetri ver nervously waiting in the library for you, wondering who Moon’s mysterious friend that needed help was

When you show up he’s a little thrown off, he was suspecting it was someone popular— because that was most of Moon’s friend group— but he wasn’t expecting it to be you

He did know who you were, the two of you had worked on a small project all the way back in freshman year, afterwards you always waved at him in the hall or made small talk whenever he was close

Thankfully that meant he didn’t have to do the whole awkward introduction he’d rehearsed in his head a hundred times

The two of you sit down and start working, and somewhere along the way, Demetri makes a small Star Wars reference because he’s a nerd and can’t help himself

Absolutely horrified when you offhandedly say you hadn’t seen the movies

You seize the opportunity and say that maybe the two of you could watch ‘em together sometimes

He literally malfunctions, and you couldn’t help but laugh, but hey you couldn’t just let that opportunity slide

So, the two of you make plans to watch the first three movies at his house next Saturday

After that your little crushes turn into full blown feelings, and one of you has to confess or you’ll both explode from feels— or Hawk will just grow impatient and tell you both to make out and get it over with

So Demetri asks, well more like forces, Robby to be his training dummy as he practices asking you out

He would’ve asked Hawk, but his constructive criticism isn’t really constructive, and Miguel’s too nice to give any criticism at all

He has a very elaborate plan on asking you out, but it all kinda goes to hell

Instead he ends up just letting it slip in one of your conversations

Now it was your turn to malfunction, but after the initial shock, you played it off and agreed to go on a date with him

It was all uphill from that moment on

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[miyagifangkai]

Crossing Paths

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Summary: You work at a boring convenience store and just as the days start to run together and you get tired of your routine a new customer walks in, what will happen?

Word Count: 1.7k, I think???

Warnings: nothing really, maybe some curse words??

A/N: hi, this is the first chapter. I’m a little rusty on writing.. tbh if this flops I’m still gonna write and post idgaf lmao but again, thank you for taking time out of your day to read this. Much appreciated! Love you all! 💕

As the days seemed to pass the more they ran together, faces started to mesh into one, your work duties started to get done while you were on autopilot, you started greeting customers with a robotic tone in your voice, and your smile started to wear out. You felt like you were always here, alone. Even in a small convience store you still wouldn’t mind interaction; not with just customers but with someone or something exciting. Even your life outside of work seemed boring.

The hours were long when you worked. Always working open to close due to you being one out of two key holders at the store. You would work into the night closing around 9pm, grab take out, drive home, go inside, eat, watch an episode of your favorite show or movie, brush your teeth, drag your feet across the floor into your bedroom, and fall asleep.

Of course there were days off but lately those were very far and inbetween. Sometimes you didn’t mind being away from home too much because you were alone when you were there too. You wanted to pick up more shifts and your manager, who held the other set of keys, didn’t mind that.

But here you were on a bland Tuesday evening around 5pm getting prepared for a slight rush because of the adults getting off of work. You sat in one of the most uncomfortable stools you could ever think of to relax for a bit and hopefully to cool down because you had gotten overheated from the afternoon sun blazing through the windows above the cash register. You were chewing on a piece of gum while reading through a magazine about the big drama surrounding celebrities or how they are “just like you,” you scoff to yourself muttering “yeah, sure they are,” as you roll your eyes.

You hear the little bell on the door chime as you see a light blonde haired man walk in. Your eyes dart up at him and you instinctively straighten your shoulders and get ready to put on your fake smile and customer service voice before you realize he doesn’t even look your way. He makes his way to the back of the store near the coolers as you silently wait upon his return.

You look back down at your magazine and absentmindedly tap your fingers on the counter as you read.

You’re interrupted by the clattering of cans being roughly sat down beside your magazine. You look back up and are met with dark blue eyes and a sad expression on his face. He didn’t look like he took care of himself that greatly but still one of the cleanest looking customers you’ve seen in awhile. You give him a small smile, “This all?”

He looks at you and nods.

You ring up the beer cans and tell him the price and he starts digging for cash in his pocket.

“Sorry,” he quietly apologizes.

You smile, “Oh, no worries. I get paid by the hour, so.”

He chuckles lightly and hands you the cash.

“Thank you, need a receipt?”

“No thanks,” he grabs the cans and quickly makes his exit before you can tell him to have a good evening.

You mumble, “What a weirdo,” and go back to your reading.

That was the first interaction you had with him and it surely wouldn’t be last. As he started to come in more often. Not every day. But every other day, here and there; and he would come in at the same time every time. Close to 5pm before rush would hit.

You wondered about him on the days he didn’t come in, hell, you could say you almost missed him sometimes. He was something. Somebody you could possibly get to know or truly, he wasn’t that bad to look at.

Your interactions didn’t have enough words for any type of brain stimulation but every time he walked in you could feel your heartbeat start to get faster.

He always bought the usual, beer.

You even got the chance to ask him how he was and he would answer with, “Alright, I guess. You?”

That’s when you would always give him your catchphrase, “Oh, you know, livin’ the dream!”

He always laughed when you said it giving you a small smile.

After that your conversations started to become a little longer. Even though, you two avoided formalities with each other. Never getting his name or his occupation but you didn’t think that you wanted to know. You wanted to keep him a mystery. Usually reality really bites and you decided to keep dreaming.

A few weeks later he came in with another boy, a highschooler, you didn’t know him as you weren’t in high school yourself but you still wondered. He was a lot more outgoing than the blonde, you almost laughed at those two, how opposite. You thought that maybe the mysterious blonde man was his teacher or a family friend. They both came up to the counter with chips, soda; and of course, beer.

You look at the blonde and smile, “This all?”

The blonde nods, “Yeah, that’s it.”

You give a small nod and smile at the kid, “How’s school going?”

“Sucks. School’s school,” he shrugs his shoulders.

“I get that,” you answer, “your total is $14.87.”

The blonde hands you a $20 and you type into the register and as you’re getting out the change you hear the kid ask, “Why don’t you wear a name tag?”

You look down at your shirt and sigh not believing that you had forgotten to wear a name tag that day.

“Oh? I usually do. I forgot today!” You facepalm.

The brunette boy asks, “What’s your name then?”

“Y/N, what’s yours?”

“Miguel! This is Johnny.”

You look up at Johnny, “Johnny. Nice. Well, nice to meet you both. Miguel and Johnny,” you smile.

Johnny quickly looks at the ground trying to hide his evergrowing blush.

Miguel seems to notice something going on between you and Johnny and he smirks, “Have you heard about the karate dojo opening up here?”

“What? No. I haven’t! Who’s teaching?”

Miguel points at Johnny excitedly, “Yours truly!”

You look back up at Johnny, “Oh, karate huh? Well, that’s good. I’m glad there’s something going there. It’s been vacant for a while now.”

Johnny pipes in, “Yeah, I wasn’t sure about opening a dojo but Miguel here really talked me into it.”

“Well, that’s cool. How do you two know each other?” You ask.

“We’re neighbors and Johnny helped me get out of a sticky situation with some bullies one day using his totally awesome karate moves.”

You see Johnny start to give Miguel an intense look and it seems like he didn’t like Miguel sharing that information with you so you stay silent and don’t ask questions.

“Yeah. Well, we better get going. Got a dojo to set up,” Johnny places his hand on Miguel’s back to get him to start moving.

“Oh, yeah, totally. Well, good luck with everything guys! I’ll see ya later!” You wave.

“See ya!” Miguel waves back.

Another week or two passes by and you see Johnny again, this time without Miguel.

Johnny quickly glances at you and gives you a kind nod and you reciprocate with a smile. He makes his way into the back to get his usual. You wanted to get to know him more, for some reason there was something about him that drew you to him.

You slowly walk back towards the snack area to see if you could get a good look at him. As you stand there practically staring a hole through the back of him without realizing it he confidently says, “It’s rude to stare, you know?”

Your eyes widen and you quickly say, “Oh, I’m so sorry.. I didn’t mean to be rude!”

He turns around with a faint blush and almost a smirk, “Need anything?”

You sigh, “Uh, no. I just wanted to make sure you were finding everything alright,” nice save.

Johnny chuckles, “Right. Well, I have everything I need,” and he raises up the beer cans and starts walking towards the front.

You take a second to breathe and take in all your embarrassment and then start to follow him. You just wanted to melt into the floor so you could never see him again.

You make your way behind the counter and scan the cans, “So, Johnny,” you wanted to make conversation with him. Besides, you’d seen him here so many times in the past and you are just now figuring out what his name was so you couldn’t help but let curiosity kill the cat.

“Yeah?”

“I was just wondering, like, I’ve seen you here a lot. What do you do? You know, for a living?”

Johnny looks at you with a piercing gaze but quickly softens, “Teach karate.”

You almost face palm. You knew that. Miguel had told you that not too long ago. You couldn’t believe you just asked him that like a big idiot.

You chuckle at your stupidity, “Oh! Yeah! I knew that!”

Johnny cracks a small smile, “Yeah, dojo is down that way. You should swing by some time if you’re interested,” his smile falls into a smirk and he looks away from you at the floor with red cheeks. You couldn’t help but take in his handsome features.

That’s when it hit you swing by? Was he hitting on you? No way. He couldn’t be. He was so out of your league. Or was he?

“I definitely will one day! I wouldn’t mind learning some self defense since I work nights too.”

“You work nights? By yourself?”

“Well, kinda. We close at 9 but still that’s pretty late around these parts sometimes.”

“Yeah, hey, I don’t mind to stay after class to walk you to your car if you need me to.”

Every bit of you wanted him to. You didn’t even know him barely but you felt like you’ve known him forever.

“Johnny, you don’t have to do that. Really, that’s late. I don’t want to keep you out.”

“No, really I don’t mind.”

“Okay.”

You see his eyes lighten up a bit more, “Yeah?”

You nod, “Yeah, sure. I close up by 9.”

“Alright, I’ll be outside the dojo waiting for you,” he slowly steps away.

“Uh, wait!” You raise your hand slightly to stop him, “uh, you’re not planning on kidnapping me or something? You’re not like an axe murderer or something?”

Johnny laughs, “No. I don’t plan on murdering you, Y/N.”

Johnny steps back up to counter and reaches out his hand for you to shake, “Johnny Lawrence.”

You shake his hand, “Y/N L/N.”

“Nice to meet you, officially.”

You smile, “Nice to meet you too.”

Johnny let’s go of your hand, “Alright, I’ll see ya later!”

“See ya!”

Johnny makes his exit and you sit down on your uncomfortable stool and take a deep breath. Holy shit, he was hitting on you.

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