Early season one of Cobra Kai but Eli and Demetri are literally Jerry and Milton from Kickin It (pre Hawk). Here me out:
Imagine smartass Demetri coming up with every excuse known to man to exploit Kyler’s fear of Miguel like Milton did with Frank. And it just keeps getting more and more ridiculous, but Kyler falls for it every time. I’m talking, like, “spy pen” levels of trickery.
Obviously even by extension, Demetri and Eli aren’t exempt from Kyler’s wrath during this time, but them threating to get Miguel getting involved whenever he picks on them? You already know that Kyler would go running for the hills.
Frank is 19 according to the wiki, the Kicking’ It timeline is weird. I’ve had a crush on him since I was like thirteen, so... this. No one will read it, it’s fine, I just needed something for my boy.
Not proofread whatsoever. This is a random conglomeration of thought.
Karate tournaments were always fun. The Black Dragon Dojo brought home plenty of trophies every time, so there wasn’t much stress. The not so fun part was being cramped into a car with five other guys and Sensei Ty. The only upside was that it was an SUV, which could ready seat seven or eight. Not really cramped, but your sensei had the bladder of a squirrel so the trip took hours more than it should. That is why you always left early.
This tournament was pretty important, two of the guys would be trying for advancements and you and Frank were both up for major trophies that Ty thought would be absolutely stunning in the entry to the dojo. He had put you and Frank on a no junk diet for the whole week leading up to the tournament and it was starting to show. You and Frank were in the third row together, the only set of seats with no gaps so you’d brush against each other on occasion.And to put it lightly, it was annoying.
“If you touch me one more time I’ll miss when you hold my boards.” Frank threatened.
“And I’ll give you a nipple twister.” You retorted.
Frank’s hands shot up to protect his chest as he had flashbacks to Milton’s attack on him.
“If you two can’t get along… Just shut it and get along.” Ty called back from the driver’s seat.
Frank sent you a glare, but was distracted when Ryan threw a single cheese ball in between the two of you. You both looked down at it before diving to steal it. You grabbed it first but Frank wasn’t giving up without a fight. He pulled your hair and made your drop it, he then quickly snatched it up and ate it. He made sure to chew loudly as you glared at him. You jumped at him, but before you could do any damage Ty stopped the car.
“That’s it, Frank up here, Cameron back there!” He pointed his students around.
Frank climbed to the front as Cameron climbed back to you. The car started up again in no time with no more distractions other than Cameron slipping you some candy.
When you got to the hotel it was already dark and the tournament would be until tomorrow afternoon. Ty checked you in, yawning more than everyone else. He shuffled over to where you were all waiting with only two three room keys. No way Ty was sharing, he would never. He handed one key to you and the other to Cameron, keeping one himself.
“(Y/n) and Frank don’t share beds, you other three I don’t care about, they’re the one’s getting trophies.” Ty let out a long yawn, too tired to remember that Frank and you wanted to kill each other. “Get to bed.” He noted and walked off to the elevators.
The five of you looked at each other, wondering if it was such a good idea to let you and Frank be near each other. Cameron found a simple solution. He disappeared for a few minutes and returned with arms full of vending machine food that made your head spin at the sight of it. Frank licked his lips in anticipation of sweet artificial cheese flavoring.
“You guys can have all this and we’ll get ice cream or something tomorrow if you’re both alive in the morning.” Cameron then shoved everything in his bag and scrambled off with the other two guys before you or Frank could register that you could just take it. Two black belts versus a few green belts and one blue belt, it’d be easy. It was too late, you didn’t know what room they were in.
After sulking for a moment you and Frank went up to your room. You swiped the keycard at the door, but it wouldn’t register. After the third try Frank grabbed the card from you and tried. You held in a laugh when he couldn’t get the things to work either. His face was turning so red it looked like he was going to explode. You tried to grab the key card from him but he pushed you away.
“I got it!”
“Clearly not.” You held up and finger to your lips, reminding him to be quiet.
Frank scrunched up his nose and mocked you in a way off voice. You took the chance and grabbed the card, swiping it one more time. The little light finally blinked green and granted you access. You gave Frank a dirty look before turning the handle and entering. You dropped your bag on the bed by the window as Frank claimed the one next to the bathroom.
You were both asleep within the hour, exhausted from the car ride. Your sleep was short lived however, as Frank began to talk in his sleep. He mumbled incoherently and you tried to drown him out, placing a pillow over your head. It didn’t work. You got up to shake him awake and tell him to shut up, but you stopped short when you saw his face.
He had the biggest smile you’d ever seen him have. His arms looked as if he were hugging himself, he just looked too peaceful for you to be a jerk. He was competing tomorrow too. You tried to go back to sleep, only for your eyes to shoot open at the sound of Frank mumbling something odd. You could’ve sworn you heard your name mixed up in between the huffs and random words. You shook it out of mind and screwed your eyes shut, determined to sleep.
Morning came fast and it seemed to hit like a truck. You stirred and stretched before sitting up to look at the clock. It was 7:30, Ty was still getting his beauty sleep this early. You looked over to find Frank’s eyes boring into yours. He looked away and sat up as soon as your eyes met. He shuffled off to the bathroom before you could say anything.
You messed around in your suitcase, waiting for Frank to finish up. You’d all agreed to meet down at the hotel’s gym before lunch to mess around more than actually work out. Frank emerged in shorts and a sleeveless shirt. He avoided any eye contact that he could, only giving you a quick glance. You hurried and got dressed for the gym in the bathroom, making sure you put the room key in your pocket.
“Frank, you ready?” You asked as you emerged.
“Yeah.” You saw him fumble to put his phone back in his pocket before he stood up and followed you out.
You met the other guys at the gym, vacant except for you. Perfect. Cameron congratulated you and Frank on not killing each other. Ryan then directed everyone’s attention to the bench press. A simple competition, who could press more.
“Not fair!” Garret whined.
“How’s that?” Ryan asked as he loaded on his weight.
“I’m only in eighth grade!” He protested. “You guys are in high school.”
“Frank’s not in high school.” You reminded. “He’s in eighth too, a real accomplishment.”
“But he’s the same age as you guys!” He whined again. “Still not fair!”
“Get over it, short stop.” You patted the top of the preteen’s head.
He grumbled to himself through both Ryan’s and Cameron’s lifts. They both got around 200. Garret went and, as predicted, only got to 125, much less than the oldest in the group. You managed 225, greatly pushing yourself to beat the others. Frank went last and managed 250.
“Beat that.” He mocked, sitting up from the bench.
You all shook your heads, knowing it wouldn’t happen. Frank gave you a mocking look. Cameron brought our attention to the next competition, the only other one you’d have time for. An easy cardio competition, just running. Whoever could go the fastest on the treadmill would win. No contest, Garrot won. He was smaller and just naturally faster, but he’d never shut up about it.
Just after his victory Ty found you and told you all to get dressed if you wanted lunch. Every single one of you sprinted to your rooms at the mention of food. You made it to the room first, swiping the card with no difficulty this time. Frank grabbed the door behind you and you both ran to your bags. Without bothering to split up you both started to get dressed. You’d shared a locker room with Frank plenty of times. The difference this time was that you weren’t focused on keeping a clear head for a tournament yet, that wasn’t for a few hours. This was the first time you’d seen Frank in nothing but his boxers and registered it.
You were transfixed for a moment until Frank was midway through putting on his shirt and noticed your stare. He flushed pink, incapable of stopping himself from looking you up and down as you were in a similar state of undress. You blinked a few times and cleared your throat, scrambling to put your pants on now as Frank did the same.
It was awkward as you both left the room and met the others in the lobby. Each of you was wearing the usual Black Dragon track suit you normally did. At the sight of you and Frank Ty made everyone cram back into the car, making sure everyone had their gis to change into.
“Do I have to sit next to Frank again, or are you two done with the killer instinct bit?” Ty asked.
“I think we’ll be fine.” You muttered.
Frank nodded along nervously. Ty looked between you two before waving it off and loading everyone in the car. You and Frank were back in the third row, both with arms crossed and refusing to look at each other. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you took it out to look at it.
‘What happened?’ Cameron had texted.
‘Nothing, just trying not to kill each other so we can have chips and stuff” You replied, avoiding the subject.
You caught Cameron’s eye through the mirror and he gave you an odd look to which you just shrugged. You ignored his texts for the rest of the drive and was relieved to find that the buffet style restaurant had very limited seating, if you played it right you could sit alone and clear your head. Ty said nothing and just rushed to the food, most of the other Black Dragons followed suit. Weirly, Frank didn’t. He lingered by you for a moment before moving on. You went through the buffet slowly, letting everyone else establish their seats before you sat down. Cameron was hesitant, but he gave up after a few minutes and sat with Ryan, Garret, and Ty.
You sat down at the table on the other side of the walkway from them. You totally forgot about Frank. He sheepishly sat down across from you, nearly falling out of his chair from stumbling. He picked at his food, listening to the other guys joke around.
“Can we talk?” He asked.
“No.” You continued eating, not wanting to distract yourself from the tournament that would be starting in another hour.
“We really need to.” Frank pleaded.
“Frank, we have a tournament. It’s important that we focus on that.”
“What about after the tournament?”
You looked up from your plate and nodded to him. Frank’s face lit up and, as he usually does, he punched his plate of food in excitement. He mumbled something before going off to get more, thankful for the buffet.
In no time you were finished eating and on your way to the tournament venue. Frank held true and didn’t talk to you the whole time. You tried to focus on your task, you just had to win a spar, not a big deal. When you arrived you all changed into gis and met Ty on the sidelines of the sparring mat. You tried to ignore the image in your head of that smile you saw on Frank’s face when he was asleep, or the picture of him during your gym competition. You tried to think about the spar.
Ty gave you a quick pep talk about how he really needed the trophy for the entry to the dojo and to whatever you have to do to get it. You just nodded along and made your way onto the mat. Your opponent was a fellow black belt from some chain dojo you’d seen bad ads for on TV, kind of remind you of the Wasabi kids. You and your opponent gave each other a bow and began to spar. He wasn’t the best and went down relatively easily. The moderator called in after only thirty seconds and his sensei came and helped him up. Ty got his trophy and nearly fainted at the sight of it.
You sat down on the bench and caught your breath.
“You did really good.” Frank chimed in from your left.
“Thanks.” You nodded along, trying not to look at him.
You saw him give you a small smile before he took his place on the mat. You didn’t watch the start, but a few seconds in you glanced up and found yourself unable to look away. Frank was good, he was a black belt in the same degree as you. His opponent was forced into more defensive movements and Frank won pretty fast. Ty grabbed the other trophy and jumped for joy, getting weird looks from the other sensei. He calmed down and gave a nod to Frank as he sat down before continuing to celebrate quietly.
“Can we talk now?” Frank prodded, clearly impatient.
“Should we see if Ryan and Garret rank up?”
“Please?” Frank persisted.
You looked up from the ground and got caught in his pleading face.
“Fine, five minutes.” You nodded and followed him to the locker room.
It was empty, the last of the competitors changed and about to compete and all the others still watching eagerly. You and Frank stood in silence for a few seconds before he spoke.
“Do you like me?” He asked point blank. You blinked a few times and cleared your throat.
“Maybe.”
Frank nodded and tried to collect himself.
“Do you wanna be my boyfriend?” He asked.
You looked at him. His usual furrowed brow tilted up in question and shyness and his curly hair a bit wetted down from sweat. You ringed your hands and didn’t even notice your nod until the word fell out of your mouth.
“Yeah.”
Frank’s mouth flinched into a smile for a moment before lighting up as it was in his sleep.
“Really?”
“As long as Ty never puts us on a junk ban again I think we’ll be fine.”
Frank’s grin was bigger than ever as he pulled you into a hug. His arms wrapped around you tightly and you let yourself get used to the feeling.
“I was texting my mom about you this morning.” He mumbled.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I told her we were in the same room and she really wanted me to ask you.”
“Your mom barely knows me.”
“She thinks you’re nice.”
You smiled against Frank’s shoulder, remembering his mom coming to a tournament at the dojo and cheering everyone on.
“Do you wanna get ice cream?” He asked.
“Cameron owes us.”
Frank nodded faintly and pulled away. His smile became contagious now. You both cornered Cameron at his seat on the spectator’s bench and made him give up money for the ice cream he owed you. Frank may have threatened him, but that’s besides the point. Ty was too occupied by his trophies to notice the two of you were gone.
You and Frank talked, eating your ice cream on the way back. You waited outside of the venue for the others to finish up. As you ate, Frank wiped some of the dessert off of your cheek with his thumb and froze there for a moment. You leaned forward as he held his hand to your cheek and you pressed your lips together in a small kiss. Frank blushed darkly and pulled away. You smiled at the ghost of the feeling just lingering there. You slowly wormed your hand into his while you waited.
When the other Black Dragons came out you dropped each other’s hand and congratulated them on their new belts. Ty was in a hurry to get back home so he could arrange the trophies. As soon as you got back in the car Frank swiped Cameron’s bag from him, dumping out all the snacks he had bought the other day. The entire car ride Frank wouldn’t let go of your hand, holding it tight under the blankets you’d thrown over yourselves. You didn’t talk so as not let any of the others in on what had happened, but you sent texts back and forth full of the new found loving feelings.. It certainly wasn’t the worst tournament you’d be to.
Pronouns: None mentioned
Physical Sex: None mentioned
Rating: T/Fluff
Warnings: Jealousy, cannon typical violence, anger issues, Author being a simp since 2015
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
If there was a picture in the dictionary for the word clingy, it would be Frank. He has to be holding your hand or have an arm around your shoulder. If he’s not around his buddies he always kisses you in intervals no longer than ten minutes. He’ll give you hugs from behind and give you all the attention he can in every situation. His favorite thing is to kiss you before a match for good luck.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
You started out as acquaintances and it was nice. Whenever Frank punched his food, you’d always get him something new and unpunched. You met through school and he just seemed nice, so you rolled with it.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He loves to cuddle. One time you brought it up when you were sitting at the Black Dragon table and Frank denied it. Once the other Black Dragons were gone he apologized profusely and told you that his mom wanted to have you over for dinner. Most of the cuddling is little spoon Frank because it makes him feel calm. He has a picture of the two of you asleep on the couch that his mother took because she just thought you were too cute, he keeps it in his wallet.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
You come over on the weekend and there is always a smell of cookies or brownies. You always find him in the kitchen with an apron covered in flower. He always cleaned up the kitchen, his mother would kill him otherwise. He is very excited to settle down with you. He really wants to be a stay at home dad with a small army of children.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He would be a blubbering mess before, during, and after. The only way it would happen is if you were absolutely horrible to him… or joined the Wasabi Dojo.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
He’s almost proposed a few times. You have to remind him that you’re both still in high school and need to give it time. He can not wait. His mother usually calls to say if you should be expecting some extravagant thing with balloons or something so you can talk to him before he goes too far.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He is very emotionally fragile. He gets angry and sad very easily. He is gentle physically in every aspect with you. However, there was a time when he was about to spar and his opponent made a comment. Frank was frozen for a moment, he was then disqualified for not letting up.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He loves hugs. If you have time in between classes he just holds you in place by your locker in a hug. He’s very warm and it makes you feel safe.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
First date. Text after the first date. Every morning and night since then. He says anytime he remembers. You could just say hi while sitting down for lunch and he’d take your hand in his and say it.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Very jealous. It’s a little scary depending on the situation. He witnessed Jerry hitting on you, as Jerry does on occasion. Frank chased the poor boy up and down every hallway until Jerry climbed into the rafters.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His lips always taste like grape or strawberry soda and are very soft. He loves to kiss you at every chance he can. He loves to kiss your lips. He did kiss down your neck once, but you’ve yet to go beyond that. He loves when you kiss him on the cheek casually, but he really loves that feeling of your lips against his.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He’s good with kids until they say something mean. They tend to make fun of him, his nose especially. You often have to step in and treat the situation as breaking up a fight between two kids.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
You don’t typically wake up together unless one of your families is on vacation, even then it’s in separate rooms. But, when you meet at school it’s always a morning full of holding hands and long hugs.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Frank is scared of the dark. You were getting back late one night from a date and he would not take a step outside until you had at least a flashlight. Walking the whole way home you were basically a human shield. He was clinging to your shoulders every step of the way.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He is an open book. You don’t have to ask about anything, he always tells you anything that is relevant to what’s going on. He just likes to talk and show that he knows things.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
The boy has zero patience. He will punch what’s in front of him as a default reaction. He’s not too hard to calm down though.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He is terrible in school, but he knows everything about you. Every offhanded fact you throw at him about yourself, he will remember without fail.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
An average day in the cafeteria. Jack came over, insulting the Black Dragons and Frank especially. You very calmly stood up and punched the so-called karate master in the face. He did not get back up. You ushered the Black Dragons out and left the Wasabi Warriors with a heavy glare. Frank gave you a big hug and the whole Dojo joined in.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He is so protective. He makes it clear in public that you’re together and that if anyone comes near him he is likely to punch that person on reflex. He loves seeing you stand up for him when he falls behind, most with the Wasabi Warriors.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Max effort with almost everything. He is full of grand gestures for every occasion. Dates are usually home cooked meals, promposal nearly gave you a heart attack.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
His anger is his downfall. He tends to overreact to most people coming anywhere near the slightest bit of friendship with you.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Not very at all. You like the way he looks and would never try to make him go away from his natural appearance. He told you he might get a haircut and you just glared at him for a few minutes until he dropped the idea.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
He could never break up with you. He tries so hard and loves you so much. He wants this to last because his picture of the future has you in it. He would be broken without you. There was one fight in your relationship when you wouldn’t answer his text or calls, you stayed out with friends so he could come talk to you. After you finally talked again he told you that he missed a match because he couldn’t stop crying.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He loves when you sit in his lap. When you do, he’s able to rest his head on your shoulder and smell your hair and hold you close.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
You had a semi sleepy conversation about sex once and it freaked him out. He’s very far from being ready for that, you assured him that you are too. He wants to wait until you're settled, married and all, to even talk about it. There was a moment when you both got caught in a moment and realized you were both starting to feel a little turned on, you both agreed to stop and sit on opposite ends of the couch for a little while.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
He snores rather loudly. It’s not that big of a deal for you. He also tends to mumble in his sleep, sometimes you can make out your name in his non sense ramblings during naps.
