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friendsgiving, part one. eli moskowitz x reader and robby keene x reader
summary: in which the all valley karate kids get together to celebrate thanksgiving, but there seems a lot of drama bubbling under the surface.
warning/s: swearing, short chapter
slater's note: i made this so long ago and it makes me nostalgic uh?? also i know i’ve left y’all in the dust with cobra kai content and i’m really sorry lolz
“i’m telling you, y/n, it’s not a great idea,” tory shook her head while perusing through the different cans of cranberries, “inviting your current boyfriend and your ex boyfriend to the same dinner... it’s just bound to not end well.”
you kissed your teeth while looking at the ground thinking, “yeah, well it was sam’s idea for the whole friendsgiving thing, it’s not like i want a cat fight.”
it had came down to the final days of november, the season turning crisp and cold with seasonal drinks from coffee shops and people doing their very early christmas shopping, pre planning.
but in the valley of LA, the weather stayed the exact same, rain coming occasionally but the hot scorching sun didn’t let up, leaving you and your friends in tank tops and shorts, forever stuck in the sun no matter what time of season it was.
it was a few days away from thanksgiving when tory gave you a call, asking you to come shopping with her for the dinner party. you of course agreed, scrounging up enough money to cover your part of payment for the feast.
“that larusso,” tory tsked, shaking her head, while tossing around the two different cans of cranberries in her hands, “has to include everyone.”
“well... we all are friends.”
“but we never hang out, at least not all together,” she shook her head again, humming in a “duh” tone, as if expecting you to understand. “i mean when have you ever seen eli and keene hang out together aside from when we’re at the silo?”
the silo was the equivalent of an old small water tower left in the abandoned side of the old valley. it was your groups go to hangout on late nights where life was just about dull as it got and you would all sneak out with alcohol and weed and anything else that would bring your group joy.
you bit your lip, beginning to skim over the times you had all hung out together, carefully thumbing through the non tangible files in your mind like an old librarian, wanting to prove tory wrong, but like always, she was correct; eli and robby had never been around each other unless the silo and large amounts of alcohol was involved.
“well,” you tipped your head slightly, gripping the handle to the shopping cart tighter, thinking deeply. “i mean it's not their fault... they just have been given the right opportunity nor chance to hang out together.”
tory looked up to you, absolutely dumbfounded that you would think that, “y/n,” she shook her head disapprovingly, “use your brain. exes don’t hang out with current boyfriends unless they absolutely hate the significant other or are trying to pull something.”
you shrugged almost uneasily, not having anything else to say as the two of you continued to move down the isles full of canned food. the store played christmas music, leaving you rather confused but not upset as found yourself tapping to the beat of jiggle bells. turkey and fall decorations filled the air everywhere, setting the mood rather well.
“we can just use miguel as a buffer,” you mumbled, thinking about how the boy so easily got along with anyone he was put into path with, even robby. “if all else fails we just break into my parents liquor cabinet.”
“now you’re talking.”
the atmosphere slowly fell away from robby and eli talk, settling into rather normal high school drama. you couldn't let the thoughts and worries of how robby and eli would get along on thanksgiving get the better of you, that wasn’t your problem, but rather theirs.
and possibly, you were really only overreacting. what’s the worst that could happen?
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friends with benefits, part three. robby keene x reader
summary: did robby bail?
warning/s: swearing
slater’s note: since @hawksahandful brought it up…
“got any sevens?”
“go fish,” johnny looked up to you through his eyelashes before sighing, watching you pull a card from the thick stack, already on your fifth game of go fish.
“great,” you mumbled.
it was ten o’clock at night and you couldn’t feel your legs nor could you hold your eyes open much longer, but it hurt to close them due to the bright fluorescent lights of the california (surprisingly) cold airport practically stabbing them.
you had begun to regret not accepting your mother’s invitation on flying out on an earlier time, that being three in the morning, with how long you had been located in the cold, large, busy, and annoying airport.
you rubbed your eyes as well as your face before slapping your hand of cards on the coffee table sat between you and johnny, no longer finding entertainment in beating him no matter how hard he tried to outsmart you. but the thing was, you cant outsmart someone in the game go fish.
miguel had threw a couple bags of chips on the table just as you had done so before taking a seat on the hard plastic linked together, his leg knocking against your back lightly before pinching the bridge of his nose, exhaling roughly, “you guys done with your game yet?”
“not even close,” johnny threw his hand down as well, leaning back on the palm of his hands after wiping his face from the grogginess that set in. “you seen robby?”
“nope,” miguel popped the ‘p’ making you squeeze your eyes shut to his answer. “but hey, good thing our flight has been delayed like five times.”
johnny scowled. in the five hours you had been there, your flight had been cancelled hour after hour leaving you and your two friends for built up anger and annoyance. it hadn’t helped that the one boy you had been hoping to see the whole day hadn’t shown up yet.
“you think he’d chickened out?” miguel lightly kicked your thigh with his shoe as you had your head leaned back against the seat next to him, being sat on the floor and in front of the rows of many seats.
“i hope not,” you shook your head lightly, thinking of how you had practically helped robby pack as you were laid on his twin size bed, pointing out nice shirts and pairs of pants he was to shove in the suitcase he had just bought that day. “otherwise he’ll have an ass beating when we get back.”
“he’ll show up,” johnny was leaned back on the palm of his hands as he lazily looked around the large airport lounge. “we lawrence’s aren’t quitters.”
“he’s not exactly a lawerence.”
“i’m still the reason he’s in the world,” johnny shrugged, “didn’t wrap when i tapped.”
both miguel and your face screwed up but decided to say nothing more to his words.
°•
your flight was finally called and to your despair, there was no sign of robby.
you frowned as you sat in your seat alone without company. 
for weeks you had been looking forward to all of this; riding down to the bahamas with your best friend in hopes the vacation and experience would turn the two of you into something more.
in the three years you had known robby you had never known him to stand you up, especially without an explanation. robby was always true to his word and trustworthy, something due to not wanting to be like his father, despite johnny being a little more reliable in that moment with the fact that he was sat right across the isle from you… even if it were just for free drinks and no hotel/flight expenses.
“hey, y/n/n,” johnny pinched you lightly, “your parents wont think it’s weird of me still coming.. right?”
you looked to johnny, slightly sad, but quickly narrowing your brows, suppressing an amused look, “johnny,” you gave him a light pointed look, “there was a point in time you lived in our pool house, they’re not going to care if you show up without robby… it’ll just be another tuesday for them.”
your parents were rich and it wasn’t hard to tell with how it had taken two weeks for them to finally figure out a grown man was living in their pool house.. which was basically a second house with it having two floors and being fully furnished.
and once they had discovered johnny’s presences, they hadn’t been too concerned, considering johnny lawrence their yearly charity case. sure, it would seem to be an insult to anyone, but to johnny, it just meant free beer and steak whenever he wanted.
johnny nodded to your statement before turning to his magazine, now reassured to relaxation.. and it wasn’t long before a flight attendant handed him warm towel, sending him to his dreamland and leaving you in your nightmare.
°•
the heat hit you immediately, sweat starting to ease out of your pores as you had made your way off the plane and into the bright bahama air where a bus waited for you and about ten other people.
“this is the life,” you could see johnny slowly ease out of his uptight and annoyed self and into a state you had never seen him. not even pool boy him could compare.
he had slung an arm over you and miguel after a necklace of flowers was placed over his head and a gift basket of chocolate was hung around his arm after getting off the sweaty bus with hot, non-breathable air.
“where’d you get the gift basket?” miguel frowned to see the wicker basket hung on his forearm, then looking back to his own where he lacked such a treat.
“i had to fight the lady back there for it,” he motioned to one of the greeting workers with an obvious frown on her face. “your parents should have warned em’ about me.”
he escaped from the two of you, disappearing behind a corner. it caused you to frown out of confusion with how abrupt he was but you could only go along with miguel’s shrug and foot path towards the inner lobby of the hotel.
“y/n.”
you heard your voice called and immediately you saw your mother’s face. she smiled as she made her way towards you with an obvious pep in her step, also melting away from her usual california uptight self. it made you slightly slow, taken aback by her increase in happiness, but you continued to walk with miguel, smiling back.
“hi mom.”
she had immediately pulled miguel in for a quick hug before turning to you, holding you tightly as she swung you back and forth before whispering in your ear, “he’s great.”
“who?” your face slightly scrunched with confusion.
“robby!”
you frowned until his face filled your vision from behind your mother. his face held a rare smile you only saw when it was just the two of you.
“y/n/n,” he took ahold of you to your shock, practically pushing you away from miguel and your mother who didn’t really care.
“you rode down with my parents?” your arms had wrapped around him instinctively as he continued to push you back towards the more private section of the lobby where tourists lacked.
your stomach filled with relief as well as shock as your face was pressed to his chest before you looked up to his face after he stopped walking. you couldn’t help but smile slightly.
“i couldn’t reach you.”
“you didn’t call?”
he slight shrugged before pulling away after a tight squeeze, “your parents showed up at my dads apartment at three in the morning, ready to take me to this vacation you had told me about that’s supposedly leaves at three p.m, not a.m...”
you laughed nervously, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear before looking into his eyes, “i was meaning to tell you…”
“when were you gone tell me, on the plane?”
“something like that,” you coughed before shaking your head, fully processing that your psycho parents picked him up without you. “why’d they pick you up?”
“your guess is as good as mine,” he shrugged lightly, not necessarily bothered with his hands shoved in his pockets.
you scoffed, shaking your head, “I’m glad you came.”
“what,” he frowned slightly, his hand then reaching up to hold your hip, “you think i wouldn’t?”
“kinda…”
he scoffed, shaking his head at your answer, “ y/n, you know i’d do anything for you, right? even if that means fake dating you to impress your grandparents.”
you smiled lightly, not sure what to say as you shied away from his gaze, suddenly feeling the heat and closeness between the two of you.
“hey,” you looked up to him as he softly kicked his knuckle against your cheek, “i got your back, okay?” he smiled crookedly before pressing a kiss on your cheek, “now get your swimsuit on, i promise your grandma a game of chicken in the pool.”
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high school rivals.
pairings. eli moskowitz x fem!reader
part three of three parts.
about. after an argument, eli proves he’s in karate.
part one, part two, part three.
warnings. swearing, corny
ricky rocks. it gets cheesy at the end, but a girl finally writing again.
you watched the clock on your phone turn 12 making your stomach twist in despair at the thought of how early it still was and there would be no way of leaving anytime soon.
you were losing your mind and the fact that everything was suddenly becoming so overwhelming and claustrophobic didn’t help—all due to you being pressed up so close to eli. it hadn’t even been an hour since eli had practically yelled at you in miguel’s small restroom for being so… you.
everything you did had been setting him off and lighting him up like a fuse all night up until he finally exploded—pulling you into a conversation you never thought you’d have with him.
it didn’t make sense—none of it. you understood how much of an irritating person you could be once fueled up but eli was one to handle it. you loved it, played along with it, but not tonight. not even from when you walked through the front door.
“you okay?” you felt his mouth pressed against the side of your face, whispering carefully as taking hint to your silence.
you were never silent.
“yeah, i’m fine,” you shifted slightly against his chest, wincing at the wide movement—almost feeling it was too much and that’d clue him onto how you really felt at that moment.
but he stayed silent and he didn’t say anything. but you could still the gears were turning in his head as he slowly leaned away and stared forward with a blank expression.
“you sure?”
“yup.”
nope.
“you want to talk about it?”
eli would have moved on if it was anybody else but it just didn’t feel right. you keeping your mouth screwed shut was one of the worst possibilities that could have came out of tonight and he didn’t know how to fix it.
“no,” you slightly eased away from him, “i’m fine, hawk, fuck off.”
he blinked in surprisal with his eyes slightly expanded at the quiet yet harsh words he never expected to be directed towards him. his arms dropped from your waist as you were practically already moved all the way across the couch.
he watched you for a good minute, not knowing what to do or what to say. you ignored it despite how painful it was and how much it made you squirm underneath his hard stare.
as much as a douche bag eli was, he knew the reasoning. he’d have to be dumb if he didn’t. yelling at you was not something he wanted to do, but he wasn’t in the mood for your teasing and he was more on edge than usual with it just being a flat out bad day for him.
“what’s with you and y/n?” miguel had run in on eli once he had finally gotten up to the kitchen. he clasped his shoulder tightly pushing himself so close that eli could smell the booze that tainted his mouth. “what’s—what’s going on here?”
eli pushed him away a bit with his elbow due to the clear loss of boundaries miguel had with the intoxication undergoing his mind, “nothing, man. chill out.”
“nothing my ass,” he hiccuped, tipping back and forth. “you guys are always all over each other but it seems like she can’t get far enough away from you.”
eli winced, now glancing to his friend who kept shifting back and forth on his feet in an antsy manner. miguel didn’t look him in the eyes for more than a second because of the box of crackers eli held.
“she probably feels sick.”
“sick of you.”
“okay man,” he shoved the box of crackers to his chest as miguel giggled. “maybe you should go sit back down.”
“only if you figure out what’s wrong.”
they both shared a stare as miguel shifted away and out of the kitchen with the box of crackers closely pressed against his chest. even in his drunken zone he looked precisely sober in the pointed glare he offered to eli.
“fine.”
*
“let’s talk,” you almost jump to the unexpected lips practically pressed to your ear as eli had leaned down to your level of position on the couch, tipping his head toward the bathroom. you looked in the direction before looking back up to him where he gave you a serious look, once again motioning toward the other room.
you sighed, hoisting yourself to your feet before walking where he immediately placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you just in case you’d change your mind.
“what’s wrong?”
the question floated through the air seconds after the door was closed and his concerned stare filled your vision intensely.
“what’s wrong?” you looked dumbfounded as you stared at him, your arms going limp at your sides, you couldn’t even process it quite right. “eli, you yelled at me an hour ago because of how annoying i was being and you’re asking me what’s wrong?”
he scoffed a little, “i was overwhelmed.”
“by what?” you threw your hands up in frustration, “i barely said one word to you and you were acting like i was making fucking fun of you or calling you names.”
“when are you not?”
eli cringed at his response but it was almost like a reflex to be a smartass whenever someone raised their voice above talking level. this is not the way he wanted this conversation to go and he could just imagine miguel shaking his head at him for letting it get out of hand so fast.
“get over yourself, eli. you have a whole alter ego that circles on you lying about doing karate.”
“why would i lie about doing karate?”
“i don’t know karate boy, you tell me.”
he rolled his eyes, shifting backwards on his feet, “you really piss me off sometimes.”
“hit me then.”
“do you hear yourself right now?”
“perfectly fine, hawk.”
“what the fuck do you want from me?”
you looked him straight in the eyes and he should have known what was coming. it’s the only thing you had been asking of him since the day the two of you met, “i want you to stop lying or punch me in the face.”
“i’m not going to punch you in the face, get that through your head,” he clasped your shoulders, almost shaking you as his wild eyes pierced yours. “i’ll do anything but punch you in the face. if anything punch me, c’mon.”
his statement caught the both of you off till eli recovered for the both of you, slightly moving backwards after seeing the consideration that begun to swarm in your eyes, “why would i punch you?”
he still prepared himself even as hesitation was written all over in your movements. you looked like you wanted to, but you were still unsure.
“c’mon, y/n, i know you want to.”
“eli-“
“do it. punch me. you’re not going to hit me.”
“then what’s the point?”
“just do it,” you still eyed him carefully, almost questioning if he was actually asking of this. “hit me, i know you want to.”
you squinted, “don’t cry like a baby when i do, eli.”
his lip twitches and you extend your arm out before you send your fist toward his face—but he was quick and dogged your throw, almost landing you in miguel’s shower if it weren’t for eli catching you and now having your arm pinned up and behind your back.
“relax, princess,” you could hear the smirk in his voice without seeing him. “don’t get too worked up now.”
you tugged out of his grip roughly causing him to let you go to avoid any pain that would cause you, but you now once again positioned far from him with eyes full of determination. you didn’t really care for pain but instead a good payback—or just something that’d prove he wasn’t in actual karate. but so far, you were failing at both.
this time he ducked, but you retaliated quicker sending a foot up to kick him the best you could within the limited space but he caught it, now yanking you forward by the grip he had on your calf, his nose now touching yours, “you done?”
“sure,” you grunted attempting to pull your foot from his grasp. “just admit your lying.”
he scoffed, “get over yourself,” then dropping your foot, seemingly done with the conversation, “you’re more fun when you’re drunk.”
“you asshole,” you watched him open the bathroom without another thought making you even more angry and further motivating your move to pick up and throw the glass cup placed conveniently on sink counter.
you watched it fly through the air, centimeters from hitting his head but by some strange luck, eli caught the cup without even looking at it. your brows narrowed, completely astounded on how he caught the glass with his back turned.
he turned around, a clear unimpressed frown on his face, “you believe me now?”
“yeah, sure,” you breathed out, looking between him and the object.
“we civil?”
“yeah, civil.”
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'Cobra Kai' se renueva para la sexta y última temporada en Netflix
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Daniel Larusso and Johnny Lawrence of karate kid.
Finally! After having them in my list of ideas for 2 years now, I did it.
Loved doing this one, even if Daniel was a nightmare to sketch 😅
(For anyone interested, I usually post the progress images, but doing so with this one would be a pain in the ass, so I'm just going to upload a gif of each one in other posts)
If anyone has a suggestion of who I should do next I'm all hears!
Until the next one 👋
Me: so.... you know cobra kai right?
My friend: yes of course, I am so anxious for the 5 season. But why the question on the middle of class?
Me: Hummm, I was thinking a lot lately.... I mean, you know Daniel and Johnny, right?
Friend:........ STOP PUTTING EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER THAT YOU SEE IN A HOMOSEXUAL SHIPP. What's the problem with you?
I am not the only one who sees Johnny being bottom, right?
......right??????
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The New Karate Kid Miyagi & Johnny
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Have I forced the image of William Zabka as Johnny Lawrence into my friend's skulls? Yes yes i have. Will i do it again even if it's the same picture? Yes yes i will.
Saw the post where like Johnny is Regina George and the image of the cobras making a burn book is forever engraved in my brain. Johnny screamed at home like regina then wrote ab daniel in it.
I love c.ai so much bc i can be as delusional as i want to be like "what? Yeah that dude from the 80's that's like in his 60s now? Yeah he's my boyfriend why'd you ask?"
And I love it
Trios of former enemies going strong this season
GUYS!
I just had an idea-
Beauty and the Beast Lawrusso AU?
Where Daniel meets a prince in the form of a hideous beast named Johnny, and eventually falls in love with him, helping break the curse he and his servants were placed upon.
Also Terry Silver is Gaston, because he’s an asshole.
I might draw this!
This just came to my mind-
Carmen: Alright, just relax. When he gets over here, just tell him how you feel.
Johnny: Okay.
Daniel: What’s up John, hey Carmen-
Johnny: YOUGOTTAFATASS-
same
Nah because Tory is so hot. Like, she could beat me up and I'd apologize for wasting her time.