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Cameron: If I had a dollar for everytime I get asked to join Cobra Kai, I'd be rich

Robby: You're already rich

Cameron:

Robby:

Cameron: I'd be richer

Since Robby likes Dirty Dancing and watched it more than he can count as a fan of Patrick Swayze

Cameron watched Grease more than he can count, he is a fan of John Travolta. He would've been given the name Travolta as a middle name since Cam's dad is also a fan of Travolta, but that didn't happen sadly

Cameron: Alright guys I'm ordering on uber-

Demetri: McDonald's

Sam: In and Out Burger

Hawk: Apple Bees😈

Miguel: I actually want Ecuadorian cuisine, or get Apple Bees-

Cameron: I'M THE ONE WITH THE PHONE💢💢

Everyone:😳😳😳

Me watching Cobra Kai S5: What.The.Fuck

Looking at my CK fanfic: Time to make some changes soon to add better logic and emotion

To all my fellow Cobra Kai fans: Do you think Carmen's reaction and demeanor was a correct assessment regarding Robby being added into the family? Or did the writers made her really OOC?

Because despite the fact that Robby accidentally kicked Miguel off the balcony, I honestly feel that Carmen is a forgiving person and she wouldn't hold a grudge. Even though that is her son that nearly died but it was an accident and she should have known about Johnny's failure as a father to Robby which the writers should have wrote Carmen being thoughtful and compassionate

Then again, Johnny's failure as a father and choosing a teenager he only knew for a year over his son and not telling Carmen is something he failed to do once again and cause the rift between Miguel, Carmen, Rosa and Robby. And to make matters worse, make Robby feel more insecure and disregard his trauma. I feel that the writers made Carmen OOC with how her demeanor was

And Johnny oh I am so done with that boomer-

When you watch S5 and saw the literal mess it is, and you already make plans to rewrite and change S5 in your fanfic. But realize you are still in S1 of your fanfic.

Which is me right now 😒😒😒

(not pointing out the Daniel and Chozen scenes because those were *chefs kiss*)

Does anyone also feel how rushed season 5 was? The Mexico plot should have been longer with Miguel going through traumatic endeavors with his father. Giving him bigger character development.

Miguel's and Robby's relationship should've had alot more build up and for them to have alot of awkwardness, with Miguel apologizing to him for his actions from season 1 as Robby apologizes to him for the accident at school. (Not that I'm not happy that they're on better terms and friends, but there should have been a bigger progress and build up to being comfortable with each other and Miguel being the one to admit he shouldn't antagonize Robby)

Another thing is Tory's arc should've been with more detail and how her redemption making a bigger impact on the heroes and Cobra Kai students with Terry's nefarious plans. Plus this would've been better for Tory's growth with making amends with Sam

The writers should have added more backstories to the other senseis of Cobra Kai and how each of them became what they are. Along with Kim Sung Yang's legacy and what made him to be a fierce and brutal karate master that led him to indoctrinate Kreese, Silver, Kim Da-Eun and the OG Cobra Kais.

Season 5 was a literal mess with detail and super rushed

Today's broadcast: My rants and criticism on Cobra Kai season 5 and it's rushed plot, Johnny's failed redemption, character development to most of it's characters and the utter ignorance to Robby's trauma

What I will say about Season 5 is how detail oriented they were with Daniel's PTSD and trauma regarding Silver. It wasn't in depth throughout the seasons but they finally show what Silver's psychological warfare and trying to corrupt Daniel can do

How Daniel played into his hands back in 1985 and the deeply rooted mental and emotional turmoil that affected him and causes Daniel to feel frightened and terrified - not angry - of his encounters with Silver

Silver is just an amazing villain, and being a billionaire with utmost influence and power can still allow him to cause panic and despair with his ambitions and goals

The writers thought that this was okay put in the story just so that they can bring the Lawrence-Diaz family together, to favour Johnny's point of view and being able to win in life. But what does this mean for Robby? How will this benefit Robby, the estranged son of boomer Johnny Lawrence?

I swear that plot line was very disappointing and it makes the writers not acknowledge Robby's trauma and neglect. Watering it down by having Johnny being able to be happy with his new family to Miguel in addition to adding Robby like it's "one happy family".

Again, where are the apologies for Robby? Where's Johnny's apologies? Where's Miguel's apologies? What redemption is there for Johnny when he didn't even fully apologize and put Robby first in that particular scene in the apartment complex. He went away with "Carmen's pregnant", not even asking Robby's opinion or feelings on this and how this will affect Robby's mind and emotional trauma because his own deadbeat father wasn't there for him when he was born.

I lost it with these writers for season 5 regarding Johnny's redemption, the apologies owed to Robby and his serious trauma he faced his whole life.

(Now I know why Tanner didn't do the S5 press due to film conflict...)

I’ve only just finished episode 4 so no spoilers after that please!

I hate the baby plot line a lot like it’s seriously the worst thing they could’ve done but if they really are going with it as an idea I thought it would’ve been better if they’d played it up to Carmen’s confession that she’s pregnant and instead have her not be pregnant.

Johnny went through all that training to try and be a good dad to a baby and even improved his place and he tells Carmen this, so I think it would’ve made more sense for her to tell him after he’s said this that she’s not pregnant. They’d maybe be disappointed but they’d both know that if she was he would try and improve himself. He could say that maybe it’s a good thing because it’s not the right time and he needs to focus on being a better dad to Robby and a better mentor to Miguel but they’d both know that when the time is right both would want it.

I hate the idea that they might be going with a “baby brings them all together” plot-line because that’s not how it works.

It honestly makes me so sad to see Robby fans feeling so alienated. I totally understand why and I'd be lying if I said I don't feel it too. Regardless of what the writers intentions were this season, they did not do a good job with the way they framed it all. I would ask though for Robby fans who are feeling alienated, to please stay. If you really want out I'm not going to stop anyone of course but I'm just saying that I would like us all to stay bc I think there is a lot that needs to be said and even though we are extremely upset now, I think there is a lot to be said about the things that played out in this season. There may well also be something we can do to voice our feelings to the showrunners as well. If nothing else, get our voices heard

NOT A BULLY

What if Anthony didn't try to fight Kenny that night? What if he stood up to Zack and his fake friends? What if he helped Kenny instead of bullying him?

(HEY GUYS!!! Just thought of a random idea of what ifs: And this came to mind! Enjoy!)

SLIGHT TRIGGER WARNING: Bullying, abuse, slurs

No, no guys you know what's it called? It's the trying-to-not-shit-in-my-pants dance!"

That shouldn't have been something Anthony had said the moment he joined in with his 'friends', Zack, Marcus and Slade verbal onslaught on the new kid; Kenneth or Kenny— something like that. The point is the entire bus was laughing at the African American middle schooler, who slumped in his seat in pure embarrassment. For some reason, the insult he threw at Kenny felt sour…and wrong on his tongue.

It bothered him the entire bus ride. Even after the laughter died down, especially from Zack, Anthony still feels himself in a dispute of what he did. Sighing, he takes out his PS Vita, begins playing Tekken Tag Tournament 2.

"It's whatever. We only insulted him one time. It's not like we will pick on him."

And he's hoping he's right.

— — — — — —

His thoughts from earlier went downhill when he hears Zack say something disturbing.

"Yo let's mess him up in basketball and juke his legs."

"Wait what? Zack, what are we doing?"

The LaRusso middle schooler looks at his friend with widened eyes.

"We're gonna embarrass him in front of the whole gym."

"Zack I thought we were only doing that one time on the bus-"

"Are you gonna be a wimp, LaPusso?"

The slur of his Italian surname cut Anthony's sentence. Irritated, Anthony forces himself to oblige to his blond haired friend's bullying tactics to impress his friends. But the more he thought about it, the more it made Anthony's stomach churn.

Friends don't peer pressure each other into doing bad things, right?

It turns out Kenny— now he remembers, outperforms them in basketball. Zack, Marcus and Slade were all groaning and annoyed at their losses. The moment Anthony tries to mess up Kenny's score however guilty he's feeling right now, the ball bounces on the hoop and before Anthony can move, it slams right on top of his head. This made him fall to the waxed gymnasium floor.

"I'm sorry about that. It was an accident." The meek yet apologetic tone of the new kid reaches Anthony's ears. He looks up to see Kenny lend him a hand, despite a nervous and hesitant expression on his face.

Anthony wanted to slap his hand away, hit him, make him pay. Make him stop talking with Lia which he saw in class earlier. But instantly those thoughts were out of his head, shocked with how cruel and violent he sounded internally.

He takes Kenny's hand, prompting him to lift Anthony up from the floor. He hears footsteps run towards them.

"Anthony are you alright?" The feminine voice of Lia makes him turn heads to see the girl he has a crush on. If he didn't feel embarrassed before, he's much more embarrassed after getting hit on the head with a ball. This was so embarrassing! Bullshit!

"Yeah. It was nothing." Anthony shrugs, feeling queasy from getting caught by Lia getting hurt and with Kenny helping him out. The awkwardness Anthony, until he hears Kenny speak.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you with the ball-"

"Dude just drop it okay? It's nothing." Anthony curtly replies, before turning around and getting away. At least he didn't insult him.

The moment he gets to where his friends are, he finds Zack scowling at him.

"What the hell was that?"

"What do you mean? I got hit with a ball."

"Then you should have punched him in the face. You're being a real pussy, LaPusso!"

"Stop calling me that." Anthony warns. He's heard enough with the name slurs.

"Then stop wimping out like a 5 year old. Look," Zack points behind Anthony. "Now Shitty dancer is taking away your so-called girlfriend."

Anthony glances to Zack's direction and to his melancholy and slight envy, he sees Lia being friendly with Kenny. It pains him from seeing this.

"Wow…that's gotta hurt." Marcus adds.

"He's taking your girl LaPusso." Slade comments.

"Are you going to let this kid claim her like his territory, LaPusso?"

The name slurs, along with how Zack was viewing her like nothing more than a piece of meat, made Anthony storm off. Wanting to be far away from his supposed 'friends'. The more he thought, the more he realized how much of a horrible influence Zack and them were to him.

They were like…his sister's friends when she broke up with that douchebag jock, Kyler— very 'big jackass' name. As vague as it was, he found out how rumors were spread around her school because she 'went down on Kyler'. Which was utter bullshit because he knows his sister is better than that and she wouldn't do something gross. But her 'friends' outcasted her from the popular group.

They were similar to his friends. It…frightened him.

Maybe…no, being friends with Zack was a mistake. He thought that by insulting Kenny that one time this morning would impress Zack. But then after doing it himself and hearing Zack and the other two until now tease him all day, he realized how bad Zack is.

His dad and mom would be furious to find out Anthony is friends with a bully. A trio of bullies to be specific.

"I just hope that today is the end of this bullying shit."

— — — — — —

"No."

He says, facing Zack with a glare. He's tired of this shit, it burned and churned his stomach and insides from how messed up Zack and his friends truly are.

Zack forced Anthony to catfish Kenny by posing as a girl online to lure him in as a fan-get together for Dungeon Lord. By dressing as his favorite character.

Not only is this against Anthony's will, but Zack takes his own cellphone and uses it to record Kenny and what they were about to him until Kenny smacks Anthony's phone out of Zack's hand, damaging it on the pavement. Anthony watches in horror as the other 3 bully Kenny and decimate his Dungeon Lord cosplay.

And they finally restrain the poor middle schooler, trying to coerce Anthony to get a free shot and beat him up using his karate skills that were nonexistent in him. It was his last straw.

"What you said LaPusso-"

"I said no. I'm not going to hit him."

Anthony's response caused the atmosphere around them to become tense and cold. The wind being the only thing to make noises, at first.

"So you're going to be a wuss and a pussy? Letting this kid steal your girl and walk all over you?" Zack challenges, stepping towards him.

Anthony seethes through his nostrils, giving his former friend a hardened glare.

"I'm not going to hit him. I'm not going to be a bully. I'm not going to do what you say anymore." Anthony replies. The three boys look at him in shock. "I'm not a bully."

"Oh, so you're going to defend him? You're his protector now, LaPusso?" It's Zack who asks with venom.

"It's LaRusso, Zackass." He spats. "Being friends with you was a mistake."

Zack pushes Anthony from hearing his snark. "You are a real fake piece of shit." He mocks, before clearing his throat "'My name is Anthony LaPusso, I'm a middle schooler who plays Dungeon Lord and Tekken, and loves to be a loser to his rich mommy and daddy like a little pussy-!"

CRACK

The popping of a muscle echoed the air as Zack falls down harshly, shouting while he clutches his nose. Kenny and his captors are flabbergasted by the sight as Anthony punches Zack right in the face.

Even Anthony stood there paralyzed. All he saw was red before he found Zack on the ground. He realizes he punches his former friend when his knuckles begin to hurt.

"You fucking jerk! You--broke my nose!" Came the hollering of Zack. Anthony knew that. He knew he struck first and punched him. He didn't know what came over him but he knew the situation was going to get worse from here.

The next thing he knew, Anthony was on the ground, getting assaulted by three teens. Getting punched, kicked, and shoved on the ground. Kenny, who was released by his captors, sits in pure shock and horror of the events played out. Unable to move, sickened by the violent sight.

As if they knew to stop, the three boys stopped their onslaught and ran off, after hearing dogs barking at them as if they would get caught.

Anthony lays on the dirt ground, clutching his stomach in pain and groaning from the bruises on his face.

He didn't know how long he was laying in the ground for. But his vision of the nighttime sky is obscured by a dark skin and familiar African American teen.

"H-Hey, are you alright?" Kenny asks, hesitancy dripping in his tone. Anthony gives him a deadpan look despite the pain. "S-Sorry, that was a stupid question."

"It doesn't matter. It's whatever." Anthony utters out. He was more worried about the pain and bruises on his face. His parents are going to raise hell on Earth when they see him like this.

"No no it-it does matter. They beat you up. A-And you have a black eye." Kenny tries to reason with him, hesitant if he should help him.

"Why do you care? Shouldn't you leave me here and run because of who I used to be with?" Anthony snaps, yet he coughs out air, causing him to groan in pain from his stomach getting kicked on.

"Because…you…you helped me from getting bullied. From getting hurt. You let them beat you up instead of me." Kenny stammers out. Kenny wants to help the poor teen who saved him.

"W-What are you doing?" Anthony chokes out.

"I'm gonna help you. And take you home."

The younger LaRusso stares at him with bewildered eyes. "You? To take me home? After what I did earlier?"

"Then why did you stop them from hurting me? Because you didn't want to bully me." Kenny cuts him off. "Let me help you. It's the least I can do. Plus I can't leave you by yourself like this."

If Anthony could gape, he would. But the bruises on his face would make him yelp in pain. With no effort to resist, Anthony allows Kenny to lift him up and help him.

"Where do you live?"

"Um…" Despite allowing him to help, he felt reluctant to reveal his address. "1734 Escalon Drive…" He trails off.

The duo managed to get to the LaRusso estate. After a very long walk, they finally reach the familiar driveway of the mansion. Even though Kenny's from Encino himself, he felt small looking at Anthony's place. When they passed by larger mansions, Kenny knew Anthony comes from a family with money.

"This…is your house?" Kenny stammers, looking at the luxury Tuscan-style villa.

"Yeah, it is. My parents own a car dealership franchise." The moment that left Anthony's mouth, it hits Kenny like a truck.

LaRusso…LaRusso Autos.

"Your dad is Daniel LaRusso? The guy who owns multiple car dealerships and a karate dojo?"

"Y-Yeah he is. Wait, you never knew?" Anthony questions him confused. "My last name alone is different from everyone else's. The moment someone mentions LaRusso, everyone in The Valley knows they are talking about my dad and the car dealership franchise."

"Sorry, I just didn't connect it at first." They walk up to the door. Anthony, too dazed to look for his house keys, rings the doorbell.

"Hey," Anthony calls out to Kenny who glances back. "Thanks for…um helping me. I didn't think you'd…you know after what happened."

"It's okay. After you defended me from them, I forgive you for saying what you said back at the bus." Kenny answers.

"It was stupid of me. I shouldn't have said that because it wasn't right of me." Anthony responds weakly.

"You only did it because you wanted to impress them, right?" At Kenny's question, the younger LaRusso nods. "Then they weren't your friends to begin with. They peer-pressured you to do things out of spite."

"Well, looks like I'll be a target too tomorrow." Anthony laments. The fact that he'll be the ire of Zack will trouble him.

"Hey, you can stay with me tomorrow for school. I'm just someone who is new. I can be your friend." Kenny gains Anthony's attention from this. The remaining awkwardness in the atmosphere left, replaced with a friendlier air. "I'm Kenny Payne."

"Anthony LaRusso." He offers Kenny a weak smile.

The door swings open, startling both teens.

"Anthony there y- Oh my god! What the hell happened!? Daniel!" The woman, appearing middle aged with short brown hair in casual clothing, shouts at Anthony with worry. To Kenny, this must be Mrs. LaRusso.

The instant said patriarch of the LaRusso Auto family appears, his face morphs to that of horror and anger.

"Anthony! Are you okay!? What the hell happened!?" Right on cue, Daniel sees Kenny beside his son. "You are…?"

"My name is Kenny, s-sir."

"As much as we'd like to do formalities, can you boys tell me what happened?" Amanda, the fierce mother of Anthony asks.

"Mom…Dad…I can explain…" He muses, his voice dry.

"There were these 3 boys who were bullying me and tried to hurt me. Anthony stopped them and tried to make them leave but they started to attack him and beat him up." Kenny explains for Anthony. "They called him all kinds of slurs and beat him."

The LaRussos were shocked. Their very own, gamer and software geek son stood up for this boy? Without any knowledge of karate? If the situation didn't turn out bad, they would have been ecstatic, especially Daniel. But right now, their youngest child had just been beaten up.

"Really? You saved him from getting hurt?" Daniel asks out, simply astounded.

"Yeah Dad…they wanted to hurt him badly. I just wanted to…help out a friend." He replies while being mindful of the pain.

"They also broke his phone." Kenny takes out the broken iPhone that once belonged to his friend.

"No wonder why I couldn't get a hold of you." Amanda said with frustration.

"I am very glad you stood up for your friend Anthony, but they really beat you up badly." Daniel tells him, eyeing all the marks.

"And you," Amanda faces Kenny "Thank you for bringing our son back to us. I didn't know what could happen if you weren't there to help him home."

Kenny felt shy from the praise. "It-It was just me helping out a friend, Mrs. LaRusso." Kenny repeats what Anthony said.

"Please call me Amanda." Said woman corrects him before she turns to Anthony and takes him.

"Mom, Dad, what is- oh my God Anthony! What happened!?" A feminine voice calls out, appearing as a teenage brunette who has similar features to Anthony.

"Sam, please get me the first aid kit." Amanda instructs her eldest daughter. "Your brother got beaten up by a trio of assholes. His friend brought him home. But please get me the first aid box."

Just as Sam goes back inside, Daniel pats Kenny's shoulder, getting startled.

"Kenny, I'm really glad you helped our son get home. You are a true friend to him. We appreciate you for helping." Daniel praises. Kenny felt a mixture of shyness and joy from hearing this. He gives him a small smile.

"You're welcome Mr. LaRusso."

"Do you live around here?" The male asks. Kenny shakes his head.

"No sir. I live on the other side of Encino."

Daniel's mouth parts open. "So the two of you walked that far to here? Jesus that is a long walk. Let me drive you home. I can make sure you are back safe and sound."

Before Kenny can kindly decline, Anthony speaks up. "Kenny, take my dad's offer. He's really insistent in helping people out of kindness and generosity." This earned a knowing smile from both of his parents.

"Sure Mr. LaRusso. I'll go." Kenny responds. With that Daniel went to go and start his four door Audi sedan.

"Hey." Anthony calls out to Kenny. "See you at school tomorrow?"

Kenny simply smiles. "Yeah, I'll see you at school."

Kenny shows him a fist. Realizing what Kenny is doing, Anthony fist bumps Kenny before the latter joins Mr. LaRusso in the car.

Kenny wasn't a bad person at all…Kenny just became his friend.

The latter thought the same thing about Anthony. He became his first friend.

We need to uncorrupt this file and give it anti-viruses

hey um im rly sorry but i saved ur boyfriend in the wrong format and now his save file is corrupted. so he’s evil and weird now. sorry

things that’s made my valentine’s day: the difference between jacob and xolo

i’ve been cackling for the past half hour at the difference between these pictures and honestly i’m both of these men

bonus:

not your fault, part two. cobra kai x reader

summary 📣: eli hopes to make reader realize it’s not her fault by introducing a rather curious boy.

warnings 🚫: swearing, slight mental breakdown but not really

slater’s note 🗯: i’m beginning to think there will be more then three parts to this and there maybe robby keene x reader near future, lmk if you guys would be down for that

part one, part two,

you didn’t know robby keene. you had heard a lot about him, especially after he was taken in by daniel larusso, but you hadn’t exactly realized he was the one.

yes, it was practically everywhere, on the news, in your highschool, everywhere. this was the kid on the run after pushing a kid off a balcony only to break his back.

it just never occurred to you.

he sat before you with his arms crossed, analyzing you, “you look like shit.”

you furrowed your brows, confused as to how random and straight forward he was. this had been the first words spoken between the two of you, silence consuming the both of your atmospheres while calm talking surrounded you.

“why are you here?” he mumbled, “i don’t know you. do you know my dad or something?”

“who’s your dad?”

“nevermind,” he licked the inside of his cheek, diverting his attention toward the cement floor, “why are you here?”

he knew why.

your faced screwed up, feeling a heavy set of blame sink into your shoulders with the nasty tone he was using in you, “i don’t know.”

“tell her what you did,” eli walked up behind you, glaring straight at robby who shared the same expression of hatred, his arms crossed, leaned back.

“fuck you-“

“no fuck you,” eli spat back, his body practically fully leaned over your shoulder, like you were the only thing stopping him from strangling robby, “you tell her your the problem, tell her she wasn’t the one.”

robby sighed, eyes breaking off from eli’s, shaking his head lightly before meeting your own eyes, filled with curiosity and general exhaust.

he had no idea who you were and getting a call about a girl who felt like it was all her fault for miguel’s hospitalization even though she wasn’t even there for half of it didn’t help.

he didn’t understand why he was even still sitting before you, preparing to tell you that this wasn’t your fault. he didn’t know you, he had never met you, and he was about to go to an extent he would never go to for anyone.

making someone feel better about themselves.

he exhaled, sitting up from his relaxed position, “look, it’s not your fault miguel’s in a coma, alright? it’s mine, okay?”

“i could’ve help-“

“no you couldn’t have,” he said fast, trying to end things quickly, giving you a look of reassurance, the type of look that made you feel as if you had history with him, like he knew you inside and out, “you can’t save everybody.”

you cant save everybody.

why’d he have to say it like that? phrase it like that?

saying it as if miguel was already dead and he was sentenced to life in the juvenile detention center and that you’d have to let it go.

the reassurance and sympathy he was offering suddenly made you feel sick to your stomach, tying up in knots of pain, swimming up to your throat making you choke up.

you got up quickly, the sound of the metal chair scraping against the concrete floor making a loud, annoying noise causing both boys to cringe, clenching their jaws.

robby watched you walk off quickly, shoulders hunched up in heaving sadness. you felt like you’d breakdown any second, it couldn’t be over with, it just couldn’t, miguel would pull through, he would just have to.

“never was good with those sort of things,” he whispered to himself almost jokingly, but he allowed your grief to hit his head to realize it wasn’t funny.

“wait to go, asshole.”

“hey, it’s not my job to make her feel better about herself,” robby scoffed, leaning back into his chair, crossing his arms.

“yeah, but it isn’t her fault in the first place.”

“yeah, no shit, she’s not the one in juvie,” he snapped, making eli glare at him even harder, eyes crinkling at the sides, eyes filled with fire of spite and rage.

and then a long silence took over as eli looked back to where you had run off, his lip finding its way between his teeth as he tried to think of what to next.

robby did the same, only staring straight forward at the plain white cinder block walls.

maybe he should’ve been more sympathetic and thoughtful about his words, maybe, because then again you weren’t his problem.

yes but if you hadn’t done what you did, she wouldn’t feel this way.

fuck, he didn’t even know you, why was he trying to find excuse as to why it was his fault you felt this way? it was all stupid, he only wished he could be back in a peaceful mindset like he was before all this, back to not knowing you even existed, before knowing miguel existed, and sam, and when he would steal and lie and his only worry would be where his mom was.

“do you think he’ll wake up?” the words slipped past robby’s lips unintentionally, as if he was meaning to ask more of himself rather then eli who turned to him quickly, slightly shocked.

“what do you mean,” he mumbled, “of course he will.”

but the truth was, eli only said that because he hoped it was true. he was rather doubtful in his answer and robby could tell by the tone of his voice and how fast he said it.

he truely didn’t know what to think, but he hoped there was more truth in eli’s statement then what they both thought for both their sake.

analyzing your state previous moments before, he knew nothing good could come from your end if miguel did anything but wake up. it’d send you off a cliff and it didn’t take a genius to see that.

he assumed many people would end up in the same boat as you, but the thing was, he wouldn’t even be in that boat, you’d be in the water, wasting away, just like miguel.

“you better hope he does, otherwise that’s murder on your end.”

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If you aren’t busy, could you write the cobra Kai boy’s reaction to their s/o singing

cobra kai boys reaction to their s/o singing.

summary 📣: cobra kai boys had no idea you could sing, taking them by absolute shock when you do

warning/s 🚫: swearing

slater’s note 🗯: please send me more of these, absolutely love making them :) this is also a little short so i’m sorry about it

robby keene:

➪ a big grin fills his face when he hears you singing in the shower

➪ you guys had planned on going on a double date with sam and miguel (which yes, an odd choice) and he had decided to show up early to pick you up

➪ he had had heard the shower running so he just took a seat on your bed, scrolling through his phone until he heard your voice

➪ it took him by surprise and at first he didn’t realize it was you until he focused, realizing it was coming from your bathroom

➪ and when your done showering and come out of your bathroom to find him sitting on your bed staring right at you, you jump a little by surprise

➪ you had never seen him smile so widely as he got up and played with a string of your wet hair

➪ “your voice is so pretty”

miguel diaz:

➪ he literally falls in love with you even more than before

➪ at first your just humming to the song on the radio as you guys are driving around until it turns into persistent low singing

➪ he can’t keep his eyes on the road, glancing at you non-stop until you ask ‘what’

➪ “your voice is so pretty, y/n”

➪ you cheeks glow red not really realizing you were singing loud enough for him to hear it

➪ “i mean it, it’s so good, i didn’t you could do that.”

➪ you’ll laugh more an embarrassed one saying ‘it’s no big deal’ but he’ll continue to praise you, squeezing your hand in reassurance and that he really do mean it

eli moskowitz:

➪ he’s so surprised that he ends up being a little rude about it

➪ you guys will be doing homework, sitting across from eachother and you’ll be sing a song that’s been stuck in your head all day

➪ and he’ll look up as, his eyebrows narrowing just staring at you for awhile before saying, “since when can you sing?”

➪ it comes out rude when he means it as a genuine question, staring at you intensely and you kind of shy way shrugging

➪ “oh, nothing, it’s just this song has been stuck in my head all day”

➪ and you’ll go back to your homework, embarrassed, your singing stopped while he just continues to stare at you, confused, not knowing why he didn’t know you could sing good

➪ “you should sing more often”

can i request number 2/6 (comedic) for miguel diaz? i'm so obsessed with your writing 😭

calm down. miguel diaz x reader

summary 📣: in which miguel show’s up to reader’s home drunk 

warnings 🚫: swearing? and drinking

slater’s note 🗯: hi dovey, thank you ily! also i hope you meant 2 (my pulse is erratic) and 6 (it’s three in the morning) and not 26 but if you did, inbox me again, again thank you :)

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the loud sound of your ringer echoed throughout your dark, quiet, subtle bedroom. 

it had taken you awhile to process what was happening. all strange, just the general atmosphere gave you an off-putting mind space until you really sobered up to realize that the ringing noise was your phone. 

you hopped up quickly, skipping over the piles of dirty clothes that littered your room just to reach your phone, hoping that it wouldn’t disturb the rest of the silent, sleeping house as it did you. 

“hello?” 

you squinted in the dark, your throat stinging of morning breath and general sound coming from your hoarse throat. 

“y/n?” you heard the voice of miguel say your name as if he was surprised, but by what you wondered since he was the one that called you, “you just wake up?”

you narrowed your brows, looking around the room as if checking whether if were actually supposed to be up, but considered the moon still highlighted the very much dark sky and no sun shone through your open open curtain windows, there’d be no reason for you to be up. 

well, unless your very psychotic boyfriend called you at a very unreasonable time. 

“it’s three in the morning,” you groaned, “did you just wake up?”

“no, of course not, i’ve been up for hours.”

you shifted on your feet, making your way to your desk to turn on your lamp, mumbling, “of course you have.”

“look, i’m at your house right now.”

“what?” you paused, your hand still on the switch of your small desk lamp before rushing over to one of your windows, searching the lighten streets before meeting his slender figure, waving at you from below. 

“miguel, are you crazy?”

“hey, no, this’ll be great,” you watched him press the phone between his shoulder and cheek, beginning to go through a brown paper bag he had in his other hand, “i brought booze and-and before you interrupt me, i brought water, because- incase we need to sober up.” you watched him pull out a six pack of cheap light tiered beer as he rambled on, struggling to keep his phone between his cheek and shoulder. 

“miguel, how much have you drank already?”

“i-i-i,” he struggled even more, now looking up to you in the window, pausing and then saying, “you know what, doesn't matter, what does matter is you pull me up into your window because uh-i-uh don’t remember how.” 

you exhaled, allowing a soft laugh to be thrown out your throat, “miguel, this is such a bad idea.”

“yeah-yeah, but y’know i just- i just-” his sentence ends up dying into him blowing a raspberry, shaking his head. 

you hung up your phone, shaking your head while a knowing soft smile played out on your lips. you could get into so much trouble, especially knowing your dad and the way he took thing way out of proportion.

but despite all the scenarios of how this situation could play out and them all getting caught and in trouble with miguel banned from your house, you still slid up your window, peering down at the smiling boy. 

“ah, my lady awaits,” he grinned harder, lifting up his arm swiftly before hurrying over to the tree that was planted by your window. 

you watched him quickly climb up to the end where it split up higher, one of his hands still holding the bag of alcohol and water, staring over to you. you smiled, shaking your head at the stupid, ridiculous smile that filled his before reaching out your arm for his. 

miguel hopped onto the side slanting roof before holding onto your forearm, but before you pulled him into your room, he dropped the bag, both of your necks craning quickly to see it tumble down the roof and onto the grass with a loud ‘thump’. 

it sounded as if the tin cans had exploded, the sounds of violent fizzing filling your ears, making you cringe. the chances of being caught were increasing just by the minute. 

he giggled as you pulled him into your room, your jaw clenched as you tried to shush him. 

“calm down, cowgirl,” he grinned, grabbing onto your waist before hoisting you up over his shoulder. 

“miguel!” you whispered loudly, trying not to break into any higher tone, “miguel, stop, put me down!”

“if you say so,” he threw you on your bed before jumping on top of you, his elbows reaching both sides of your face. 

your face burned as his hot, alcohol smelling breath fanned on to the surface of your face. you tried to study his face as a way to calm down, your eyes flicking from his cheeks to eyes to jaw to anything and everything that layered out as his face. 

it didn’t help, you could only feel your heart rate increase as you begun to realize more and more of what position you were in, his chest pushed against yours, his nose almost touching your nose, his legs tangled with your legs. and heat, piling up on top of every inch of your body. 

“calm down,” he whispered. 

“my pulse is erratic,” you said flatly, eyes wide staring into his own. he was calmer now, eyes no longer crinkled with happiness and amusement, but relaxed upon the comfort of his body pressed against yours. 

but he shook it off quickly, grinning, shaking his head before rolling off of you, “you really need to live more, y/n.”

Eli Moskowitz/ Hawk x dancer reader or maybe just all of the boys? They’re all so hot 🥵 ( love your writings btw 💕)

cobra kai boys with a dancer girlfriend

summary 📣: cobra kai boys dating a dancer includes...

warning/s 🚫: none

slater’s note 🗯: if you want me to do something different for this prompt lmk ( i also kinda didn’t know what to do for this one.. but i liked it) 

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robby keene:

➪ this man absolutely loves it

➪ he’s an absolute softie for you and loves going to all your recitals

➪ he’ll buy you flowers but then he’ll get bored like ten minutes into the recital and like pull out a bunch a candy he had bought for you after but he just ends up eating it

➪ he’s shushed multiple times

➪ he’ll post you up on his instagram/snapchat story captioning it “my baby’s so good”

➪ he’ll high five you after a performance (idk why i just feel like he would)

➪ also low key acts like a mom

➪ will drop you off at practice with a water and then ask if you want snacks?? or like literally anything??

➪ and you’re just like “no i’m good bae...”

➪ he’ll be recording because he’s just like that

➪ just generally loves being involved 

➪ he makes you teach him how to salsa and he’s actually good at it 

➪ like it just *shocks* you 

miguel diaz:

➪ like miguel he is so supportive

➪ he’ll tell all his friends to come down and support you as well and they’ll actually do it because everyone loves you and miguel

➪ this man will literally be standing in the crowd at the end of the show clapping and cheering so loud to the paint you can hear him

➪ he’s also the type to be throwing roses at the stage like in the movies but then gets kicked out because it’s literally only in the movies (unless this actually happens idk)

➪ he’ll be waiting outside holding a large bouquet of flowers ready to hug you tightly 

➪ he’ll drive you to your practices and pick you up afterwords and then maybe take you out to get something to eat

➪ he’ll make a personalized bumper sticker as a joke that says “my girlfriends a hot dancer” but then actually put it on his car and like loves it

➪ you teach try to teach him salsa dancing but he ends up tripping over your feet/his own feet

➪ you lead the whole time but he still gets lost with it

➪ you guys just stick with the mockerana 

eli moskowitz:

➪ eli also seems to be the type to get shushed in a crowd while watching a recital and maybe because of eating but also because he’ll literally be cheering for you and anything but quiet

➪ stuff like “that’s my girl” and “yeah get it” and shit like that

➪ but i also feel like he could be quiet simply because he’s on his phone, bored or also because he’s just entertained by your pretty movement lol

➪ will also drive you to practice but smack your ass when you get out of the car

➪ “go get ‘em tiger” lmfao

➪ won’t make all of his friends go to your recital but ask miguel to come because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of his dojo “friends” 

➪ they will wear matching tee-shirts that says your name or something just to embarrass you 

➪ then after the performance you guys will go out to eat and he’ll compliment you the whole time saying how good you did and how he watched the whole time even though he probably didn’t 

➪ on downtime you’ll try to teach him moves but he’s just so awkward and doesn't know how to move his body like that even though you would expect he would since he literally does karate 

➪ he ends up like falling and taking you down with him 

➪ it’s just a whole mess

the end of us. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which a couple of months after reader and hawk’s messy breakup, they meet again up at a party for another eventful interaction

warning/s 🚫: angst, swearing, no good ending, unrealistic high school party, toxic relationship

slater’s note 🗯: honestly not my best work but i’ll be checking my messages and inbox again to start writing for those, also join my taglist :)

you had heard it from other people before you heard it from him.

and it was like a kick in the ass, to be told “i told you so” by all your friends and all of his friends and basically everyone in the goddamn high school because they really did all know. 

he kissed another girl, maybe even slept with her, you weren’t sure but it all got swept up into a wind of rumors to the point you didn’t know what to think or what to believe but by the way he ended things, you knew something unfaithful was done. 

you didn’t remember how it begun either, when he broke up with you. you didn't remember his first words or his last or your own but he remembered them, he remembered the painful, bitter words that you uttered before leaving, ‘how was i such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me’.

it hurt him, watching you walk away, getting into your car and driving away with tears running down your face. he hadn’t intended it to be like that, to end it so roughly out into a shaky cliff, but it had just slipped out from his hands. 

it was months later, you healed slowly with late nights of no sleep and peps talks from your friends with many buckets of ice cream and fast food taking over half your diet, but you had slowly fell back into your schedule before eli. 

it was hard, but it happened. 

and months later, miguel had offered you a ride. a ride you knew you shouldn’t have accepted.

“y/n, party, friday night? i’ll give you a ride?” “miguel,” you had turned, your hand on the handle of your car door, giving him a slightly amused, pointed look, “i don’t party.”

“yeah, i know,” he returned the expression, his eyebrows raised but lips slightly turned up into a smile, “eli wouldn't come to parties for weeks just to prove his loyalties to you-”  you had gotten into the car so fast, rolling your eyes at the mention of eli, it was like poison, setting your mind off into hurt as well as annoyance. all those moments for nothing, just a complete waste. 

“no- y/n, come on,” he plead, quickly stopping your car door from closing, “i didn’t mean to, i just- it just slipped out, okay? you should still come with.”

you frowned, narrowing your brows up at him, “who’s going to be there?”

“anyone you want.”

it took a lot of convincing before the two of you reached an agreement, you’d be the one driving and he’d have to bring robby just so you would go to the party. and once friday arrived you found yourself in a car full of two boys who were already pregaming. 

the party took place at some upperclassman’s house that did karate with them. you weren’t so sure it was a good idea to pull up, especially to a seniors house, who knows what could go down, but miguel had to remind you that half the school basically worshipped him, including the seniors, so if anything bad happened, he wouldn’t be one to mess with.

the house was booming with loud music that you could hear outside, even through the car as you put it in park across the street. you weren’t sure how it wasn’t shut down already from how easy it was to hear the loud ridiculous rap music blaring from the considerably big house.

you glanced over to robby and miguel who stumbled out of the car already giggling for no reason making you roll your eyes despite the amusement you found in the situation.

it was going to be a long night.

once you entered through the front door a waft of booze found it’s way up your nose making you wince, taking a minute to process what was going on.

kegs were noticeably everywhere in sight, red solo cups littered the whole room if not in someone’s hand, and a “bar” was set up onto the kitchen island along with boxes of pizza and half full bowls of chips.

you blinked a couple of times before nodding in content, yeah, it looked like a classic senior party. bright flashing lights from those cheap LED fans you could buy at the dollar store with teenage girls dancing ridiculously trying to draw some attention or just having genuine fun, people yelling from the backyard where there was pool like in every LA home, just genuine loudness. 

“have a drink!” robby slung his arm around your shoulders, holding a red solo cup close to your face, alcohol flaring up your nostrils, causing you to slightly wince, shying away before tuning back to grab the plastic cup. 

“have fun, y/n, you never have fun,” he pushes off of you after a final nob. you watched him waddle off into the crowd of sweaty bodies. 

you smiled lightly, taking another sip from the cheap cup, nodding off the drink that was slowly making its way down your throat despite how fast you tried to swallow, “yeah, i’ll try.”

it wasn’t long before moon found you, a grim smile on her face for she was already five shot of vodka deep into drunkenness. she shoved you onto the dance floor after getting a couple shots down into your own gut, becoming tipsy and giddy, your body practically vibrating in excitement. 

you felt on top of the world till a hand gripped your slender shoulder, pulling you away from the practical mosh pit of teen bodies. you couldn’t exactly process the movement taken over your body until you became face to face with the infamous boy you used to be in love with. 

“didn't exactly expect to see you here, y/n.”

you were absolutely dumbfounded to see a boy who had ignored you for months after a messy break up (not that you weren’t ignoring him as well) now confront you face to face. 

“fuck,” you groaned, “not really surprised to see you.”

he scoffed, “kind of hurt you say that.”

“since when are you affected by anything i say?”

“what?”

“you heard me.”

and then silence as he stared deeply to your core. you could see the rage and hurt that slowly built up in his eyes. his stare intensified, like he could just go off on you, like you were the one in the wrong, but he held it all in, allowing it to build up in his chest. 

“you promised,” you stuttered, voice wispy and caught up in the back of your throat like you were about to break down from all the memories that had begun to fill your mind like balloons, “you broke me and you promised... so much, you promised me that i was anything but like those others girls, that it would be different, and i believed you because you said it over and over.”

“y/n, i-”

“fuck you,” you reached over to smack his chest but he caught your arm quickly. 

“y/n,” he said in a stern tone, practically begging you to listen, “i would have done anything for you.”

your facial features dropped even further into despair. it was absolutely ridiculous to have to hear the words that had just came from his mouth. 

you scowled, trying to hide the hurt that was swirled in your pupils, but it wasn’t successful with how his faced dropped, trying to figure out why that would hurt you. 

“you asshole,” you yanked your wrist from grip, “you didn't do anything but fuck jessica karol and half the other girls in our grade not even seconds after we broke up.”

hurt. silence. shock. 

“why’re you even talking to me?” “y/n, i-” he paused, trying to find words to form, but he couldn’t with the lump forming in his throat from all your words that stung him hard, “i just- i just miss you.” “you miss me?” “yes.”

“what gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused me? after all that you did-”

“y/n, i got scared,” he said quickly, “y/n, baby, please, i love you, you know i love you, i didn’t want to do anything to hurt you.”

he took a stop closer, making you sway on your feet, hesitant whether you should stay in place or move backwards. 

“i got scared. i got scared because you know that i don’t make promises, and i didn’t want to break any of mine to you.”

“so you fucked another girl?” “baby,” he whispered, his hands reaching both sides of your face, his palms warm as he pushed your cheeks together, “i love you, i never want to hurt you, please.”

it was overwhelming. everything. with how close he stood and the heavy amounts of liquor coating the inside of his mouth and his hands clutching you carefully and tightly, wanting to pull you closer into something you knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of. 

overwhelming, yes, that’s what it all was, but pulling away was hard, making your heat freeze up in cold and pain, but you knew if he was able to hurt you once, he’d be able to do it again, just as easy.

“no.”

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it never snowed in new york. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which eli has had a crush on reader since their freshman year and can’t seem to suppress those feelings anymore when they bubble up after a day of you slightly “pulling at his heart strings”

warning/s 🚫: swearing and fluff (and low key rushed)

slater’s note 🦎: i forgot to post this oops

“are you wearing my sweatshirt?”

you turned around abruptly, slightly shocked at the sudden interruption of the silence. eli wore a confused look, his eyebrows slightly knitted together as he analyzed the familiar red hoodie hugged around your body. 

you slightly laughed nervously, confused by his reaction and facial features that seemed as if he was mad, but confused. his eyes wouldn’t leave the fabric, like he was also stunned. 

“yeah,” you laughed lightly again, “it is, i was hoping you wouldn’t have minded-”

“no, no, not at all,” he said quickly, his eyes finally meeting yours, shaking himself for whatever trance he was stuck in at that moment, a smirk soon filling his face, “looks good on you.” 

you smiled in return, now fully turning around from the homework you had been doing before eli had entered the room, fresh out of the showered with blow dried hair, the mohawk no longer tainting his hair like usual, but now more relaxed as it was laying flatly on his head. 

this was a rare occurrence, seeing eli without the mohawk, and when it happened, you made sure to always soak it up, usually going out of your way to twirl your fingers through the soft strands, and although at first he was against it, swatting your hands away or glaring, he now gave into the relaxing and comforting patterns of your fingers that swung around strands of his red hair. 

“you finish your homework yet?” he broke away from the doorway, making his way through his room while you turned back to your chem book, shaking your head. 

“no.” “i said you could’ve just copied off of mine.”

“yeah, but that’s cheating.”

“so?” “i wanna understand this shit, not just copy and move along.”

“y/n, you’re stupid,” he turned to face you, dumbfounded, “you used to copy off me and demetri all the time freshman year.”

“yeah, but that’s when i understood but was just too lazy to do the work.”

he squinted at you, “sure,” and then turned back to do whatever he was doing. 

you bit your lip, listening to him rummage through his drawers while you also had your back to him, trying to continue on with your chem homework, but couldn’t find any motivation to do so. 

he had finally stopped before tossing something your way, landing onto the spot right next to you on his bed, you glanced over to object, a snow globe, the white plastic snow flowing over to the bottom of it’s side. 

you narrowed your brows, looking up at him with a quirked brow. he made his way over to you before hopping onto the bed across from you, grabbing onto the rather large object. 

“from my trip to new york last summer, forgot to give it to you,” he mumbled, examining it, his eyes tracing over the round glass that held in all the water and fake snow and replicas of famous building in new york, “my mom thought you’d like it.” 

you smiled, taking the object from his hands before shaking it, watching the white glitter and spect of white plastic fly and swirl around the globe, slowly falling back to the bottom.

“you know it never snowed it the city while we were there, kind of disappointed about it still but-“

“thank you,” you leaned forward, pressing your lips on the side of his face, interrupting his low rambles.

eli’s cheeks grew red and eyes slightly expanded in surprise. he tried his best to keep his emotions under control, trying to not let freshman eli who had a major crush on your freak out too much, but he couldn’t suppress the color in his face that slightly began to match his hair.

you leaned back, calmly examining the snow globe and watching it with fascination and admiration as eli stared straight forward, slightly still shocked and taken back.

“y/n?”

“hm?”

“what are we?”

you looked up from the snow globe, taken back by the sudden abruptness, his tone was dull and straightforward will his eyes were landed on his bedsheets, cheeks still red.

“huh?”

“i mean,” he licked his lips, looking up to you, “y/n i like you, i’ve liked you for a long time, but i don’t know if you know that because you’ve talking to jack but now...”

you smiled lightly, trying to suppress it as he still held a serious expression.

“now i don’t know.”

“eli.”

“what?”

“eli,” you repeated, leaning forward once again, your hand reaching to grip the back of his neck, your smile now letting loose, “it’s you.”

“huh?”

you lightly scoffed in a playful, sweet way, like he should’ve known this, “it always has been, eli.” 

“what?”

you laughed lightly, pressing your lips onto his. you still smiled as you kissed him, finding the whole situation amusing for some odd reason and he didn’t understand but he wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand gripping the material of his sweatshirt that you still had on.

you pulled away, a smile still on your face as he was still lost as could be.

“i like you, dumbass,” you whispered, lips still close to his. “i’ve always liked you, not jack eisenba, you.”

his lips formed into a opened mouth smile, as if slightly shocked that you were uttering those words right in front of him, and it wasn’t just a dream.

“well, that’s good to know...”

you rolled your eyes, pulling him deeper onto his bed so you were closer and more comfortable, your chest pressed against his as you now layed atop of him, your hands reaching for his hair, tangling fingers within the red mess.

“your hair is really soft.” 

he hummed, his arms reaching around you, tightly wrapping you closer to him, his chin was pressed on the top of your head while your hands were looped around his neck, one fiddling with the long strands of hair that fell low.

“so, you wanna copy my chem homework now?”

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