𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, cobra kai imagines

i hope you get your happy ending ( demetri alexopolous )

I HOPE YOU GET YOUR HAPPY ENDING
( demetri alexopolous x fem! reader)
mentioned robby keene x fem! reader

Y/N watched from across the hallway as the two spoke. Yasmine and Demetri. It was an unlikely pair; the only time you'd ever hear those two names in a sentence before the summer was in Demetri's fantasies, or if Yasmine had decided that the dark haired boy would be the butt of the day's cruel joke. But there they were, the blonde handing the marker back to her with a slight smile as Demetri fumbled for something to say. Watching the scene unfold tugged at the girl's heart just a little, and a wave of sadness washed over her, but Y/N knew the time had to come. Her and Demetri weren't forever; that was fact from day one. But seeing the way he grinned to himself as Yasmine walked away, Y/N knew that the expiration on whatever they had going had arrived.

Awkwardly turning the opposite direction to the way he was going after throwing Yasmine a wave, Demetri's brown eyes locked onto Y/N's. The boy's grin only grew as he beckoned the girl over, and she joined him in the middle of the hallway, an eyebrow quirked at his excitement. "Did that just happen?" Demetri asked, his words spilling out of his mouth at a hundred miles per hour. "Calm down, buckaroo," The h/c haired girl laughed, praying the boy wouldn't start hyperventilating like he typically did when anyone of the female species spoke to him. "Calm down? How can you tell me to calm down? That was Yasmine speaking to me! She's like the hottest girl in school!" "Wow, so now I'm being downgraded," Y/N joked, though she couldn't tell whether she was relieved or slightly wounded, in a playful sort of way. Apparently Demetri picked up on this, and his face quickly fell into one of panic. "Oh-- I didn't mean. I'm sorry, I said 'like'--" "I'm fucking with you, Demetri," The girl commented back, throwing him a smile. "Besides, we all know Yasmine's hot as shit, it's a shame she's such a bitch."

"She's not that bad," The dark haired boy insisted, and Y/N nodded sarcastically, raising an eyebrow as she read what the girl had scrawled across Demetri's cast. "Hm, I can see that." Demetri scoffed at the girl's usual sarcasm as the pair began to walk back in Demetri's initial direction and out of the school. "So, you're still in love with her, I see," Y/N stated rather than questioned, causing the brown eyed boy to revert back into a state of fluster. "No, I-I'm not in love with her. I swear, I'm not--" "Okay, you're not in love with her," Y/N gave in slightly, "but you like her." At this comment, Demetri became somewhat stuck, being unable to find an answer and looking incredibly guilty about it. "Don't worry about it, Demetri. I get it, okay? You're always gonna have that one person who you're always gonna have feelings for. I understand. I-I have one, too." The h/c haired girl admitted, smiling softly at Demetri and taking one of his hands in her own. "Is it okay to always like them, even when you like someone else?" He questioned, his brown eyes flitting down to where the two teens' hands met.

"It's just how it is, Dem," Y/N sighed. "No matter how much you like the other person, you always like them more. And it isn't fair for the other person you like to keep you from having your chance with them." Though the conversation was vague, both knew what the other was referring to as they continued to walk hand in hand. Y/N and Demetri wandered down the street in the direction of the town, until the girl sighted a bench and pulled the taller boy down to sit beside her, not letting go of his hand. "But what if you really really like the other person?" Demetri stuttered out, his brown eyes not moving from where their hands were locked. "I really like you too, Demetri," The girl said, her voice soft and a smile playing on her lips. This comment startled the boy, who's eyes shot up to meet Y/N's. "Y-you do?" Y/N chuckled at this, resting her head against the tall boy's shoulder and sighing gently. "Of course I do, Dem," She confirmed, pressing a light kiss to his cheek which caused his skin to stain red with blush. "But I know that you really like her..." "And you really like Robby," Demetri pieced together, causing Y/N to avert her eyes as she nodded.

"I'm sorry, Demetri," The girl said slowly, causing Demetri to shake his head as he wrapped his arm around the small girl's shoulder. "You don't need to be sorry, Y/N/N," He said with a lopsided smile, "And hey, if me and Yasmine don't work out, and Robby gets sent back to juvie, maybe we can try again." "Hey!" Y/N insisted, punching Demetri's uninjured arm lightly, but still hard enough for him to let out a yelp. "That was insensitive." "Sorry, sorry," Demetri shook his head with a slight chuckle. "I'm still not sure what you see in him, though." "Coming from you,' Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes as Demetri tried to protest. "Robby's my best friend. Yasmine bullied you for the first three years of high school, and don't get me started on middle school." "Okay, okay!" Demetri called out, putting his one good hand up in mock surrender. Y/N huffed again jokingly, before pulling Demetri close by the collar of his shirt and pressing her lips to his. At first, as he always was, Demetri appeared flustered, but he soon sank into the kiss. When the two finally pulled away, Y/N rested her forehead against the boys. "Promise you'll still be my best friend?" The girl whispered against the boy's lips, and he nodded. "Of course. And promise you'll attend my funeral next time Eli decides to kick my ass?" "I'll even sign your casket," Y/N grinned, before taking the marker from the brunette's top pocket and pulling his wounded arm gently towards her. "I better sign your cast first, though."

On the back of the cast, avoiding the dick occupying the front of it, Y/N wrote her name, and drew a small heart beside it. "I hope you get your happy ending, Demetri," She said softly, resting her head on his shoulder once again. "Even if it is with Yasmine." Of course, the ever argumentative Demetri countered; "At least she isn't a criminal!" "Can it, fucker! Or you're not invited to the wedding!" "Oh, so you're marrying the criminal now?" "Demetri, I will kill you." "Sorry!"