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bees--in-my--bones · 1 year

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Silver Linings - Terry Silver Part 1 of 7

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Character: Terry Silver x female reader

Summary: Terry has been spending far too much time away from home, and you've had enough of the dojo taking up all his time.

Warnings: fighting, manipulation, mention of cocaine, mention of violence, fade to black scene, but really nothing too crazy (surprisingly)

Word Count: 3400

A/N: This man makes me so insane. This was meant to be a one shot that went a little differently but I ended up outling a seven part series. oops. keep an eye out for those. anywho I've been reading a lot of @terrence-silver 's stuff and I just wanna tell you right now that's where the good Terry Silver writing is. I literally wrote that sentence then got distracted for 20 minutes looking at their blog. but anyway they characterize him far better than i ever could but here's my shot at it

While you didn’t appreciate being treated as an assistant, your husband had that glint in his eye that you knew all too well. He was planning something, and whether it be trying to get a leg up on a rival businessman or purely just to spite someone, you knew better than to get in his way. Best to let him have his fun, and it would all blow over in a few weeks at the most.

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Terry had come to you only a few days ago with a request: Clear out the house and have the staff get to work. You were hosting a charity auction.

So had you sent Dorothy, your personal assistant, off to make arrangements with the head of household staff, and kept your mouth shut. Terry had been on edge more often lately since getting back into Cobra Kai, so you were positive that a more passive approach to his sudden burst of charity was far better suited to the situation. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if this whole thing had something to do with his dojo. Most things did nowadays.

Unfortunately, you were right.

You hid your surprise and annoyance when Daniel LaRusso himself showed up on your doorstep, silently observing the fear on his face from your spot on your husband’s arm, as the karate champion turned car salesman turned sensei realized exactly whose home Eva Garcia had thrown her charity event at.

Again, you kept a stony facade when Terry outbid everyone for Daniel’s bonsai trees, then took the opportunity to spin another spiel about Cobra Kai’s expansion.

And no one would have guessed that you had even registered Daniel LaRusso’s outburst, the one that caused Terry to fall into the bonsai trees and send them flying, more than likely egged on by your husband himself, had you not leaned over to Dorothy with a murmured instruction.

“Have someone clean those up. I want them in my office. And place an order for a book on the care and keeping of bonsai trees.”

Weaving through the crowd, you made your way to Terry, who now had a considerable amount of dirt on his jacket, but was standing. Eva Garcia was fawning over him, trying to ensure that he hadn’t broken anything. You nearly laughed at the thought of your husband being “frail” in his old age, but that seemed to be the front he had decided to put on.

Silently, you took his hand and led him away from the party. You took him to your room, where you slipped his now dirt-covered jacket off of him and made him sit on the edge of the bed. He obeyed every prompt from you without a sound, eyes watching intently as you moved across the room and into the closet, emerging shortly after with a different coat.

You set it on the edge of the bed, then grabbed a brush from the nightstand. You slipped the ponytail off of his frazzled hair, which was met with some protest, but you batted his hand away, and he was silent after that.

Gently, you combed out the tangles and the frizz, and you felt him relax under your touch. You did this daily, and you couldn’t deny that the trust he put in you to take care of him filled you with pride, even if it was as simple as brushing his hair. “Do you want your hair back up?” you asked him, the first thing you had spoken this entire time.

“Yes,” he answered bluntly, and although you missed the days that he more often let his long hair flow more freely, the way it gently curtained his face when he looked down at you, you obliged, expertly smoothing his locks back into his signature ponytail. Not that you cared all that much anyway. You had fallen in love with him with the ponytail, and you genuinely didn’t think he could do anything that would make him less attractive.

“I’ll be outside,” you told him, intending to leave him to put on the suit jacket himself, and effectively avoid rejoining the party at his side. But when you began to walk away, you had barely even made it a few steps before he grabbed your wrist and stood up in one smooth motion, pulling you into him.

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “What’s bothering you?”

So he could tell you were upset. You weren’t surprised. After all, you hadn’t tried too hard to hide it.

“Nothing’s bothering me,” you replied. You smiled your best fake smile and took his hand in yours.

He seemed skeptical, but did not argue. You turned to face the mirror, and he turned with you. The both of you were dressed in a matching deep blue, an undeniable team.

"Thank you for making the arrangements for today," he said in a gentle voice you had only ever heard him use with you, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. "It's going exactly as well as I hoped it would have."

You felt a twinge in your stomach at that statement, which was practically a confirmation that the whole point of today had been to interfere with Daniel and Amanda LaRusso. But you didn't dare let your smile drop as you stretched up to his face to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Anything for you. But we better get back."

He looked away from the mirror, and his eyes softened as they found you once more. "Right as always, my love." He took the lead, and the two of you returned to the party as one.

It wasn't long before you were separated again, though, called in different directions.

You played the part of the passive bystander well, you knew that. But you were an observer, and at that point, you were positive you knew exactly what was happening. And with your husband’s observation skills being as keen as your own, you knew you had a matter of minutes to enact the plan slowly forming in your mind. Grabbing two flutes of champagne off of a passing tray, you made your way over to Eva Garcia.

The glass of champagne outstretched, you gave her your most dazzling smile. “How are you liking the accommodations Ms. Garcia?”

She accepted the drink, her friendly smile matching your own. “Thank you, Mrs. Silver. Your home is wonderful, and we're so grateful you and your husband were able to put this on with such short notice.”

“Of course!” you said, briefly touching one of your hands to hers. “We were positively honored to do so. But between you and me, I did far more of the work than Terry did,” you said with a wink.

She laughed. It was a lie. You had given one instruction and Dorothy and the rest of the staff had taken care of it. But that’s not a story that added very much to your little game, and creating some sort of friendly solidarity with Garcia was your main goal.

“You both have been very generous hosts,” Eva responded politely.

“A little too generous if you ask me,” you replied. This was the most pivotal part of the conversation. Screw it up here and it all went out the door. You raised your glass to your lips, eyes darting quickly around the room. Terry hadn’t spotted you yet. Good.

“Whatever do you mean?” Eva asked, her brow furrowing.

You sighed. “In all honesty, I think my husband only wants a spot on the board. I mean, the hosting on such short notice, the overbidding at the auction, the bit of theatrics he pulled with Daniel LaRusso… They’ve been rivals for some time now, of course.” You swirled the champagne around in your glass. “Probably just wants a tax writeoff.” You shrugged and took another, conspicuously large drink of the alcohol. Eva blanched, and you knew you had her. The host’s wife, slightly tipsy, slightly bitter, and loose of lip. Like always, you played your part well.

“Mrs. Silver, if I understand you correctly,” Eva began hesitantly, but allowing her curiosity to get the better of her, “you believe Mr. Silver would not be suited to be on our charity’s board?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be a very good wife if I said it quite that frankly…”

She nodded, but her voice was still unsure when she spoke again. “I suppose I’ll have to take what you said into mind, but I can’t overlook the generous contributions Mr. Silver has already made to our group. With him on the board-”

“Two million dollars, right now, if you cut all contact with my husband and his corporations. I don't care who the position goes to.”

In all honesty you would choose Amanda LaRusso, out of spite, but you didn't want to sully her name with your bribery.

Eva’s eyes widened. “Mrs. Silver! What kind of game are you playing?”

You looked her dead in the eye. “My husband is playing ringmaster right now, and everyone at this party is a clown in his circus. I simply want to throw my own hat into the ring. I don’t know what his plan is, or why he’s doing it exactly, but I have been married to that man long enough to know when he’s manipulating someone, and he’s manipulating the hell out of you right now. I’m offering you a chance to get away from his scheming, with an extra two million dollars to boot.”

She set her mouth in a firm line. You could tell she was a woman of high morality, but two million dollars was two million dollars. “I would have to consider it.”

“That’s all I ask,” you replied. You took a business card out of the pocket of your dress. “My assistant’s number is on here. Call her when you've come to a decision.”

“Mrs. Silver I-”

“My darling!” A deep voice interrupted her, and a moment later you felt a kiss on your cheek. Turning, you met Terry’s eyes and your face broke into a grin. Despite your suspicions and scheming, you did love the man. You wouldn’t have married him otherwise.

“My love,” you responded, and placed a kiss on his cheek in a similar fashion. Your gazes did not leave each other for a tense moment. To an outside observer, it was impossible to tell whether you were sizing each other up or simply swept away in a moment of romantic passion. You didn’t quite know yourself.

“My apologies for the public display of affection Ms. Garcia,” Terry said, snapping his attention toward your guest and away from your eyes, but not without snaking an arm around your waist. “I got a bit excited at the sight of my wife. I feel as though I've hardly seen her today.”

Or at all lately, you thought. Not with all your Cobra Kai bullshit.

“That’s quite alright, Mr. Silver,” she replied. She seemed, for the most part, casual, but you could hear a hint of tightness in her voice. “You two make a lovely couple.”

Terry grinned at this, and you smiled politely. “Thank you very much, Ms. Garcia. Y/N is nothing short of the light of my life.” A small squeeze of your waist as he said this. Threatening or affectionate? Who could tell?

“I trust you’ve been enjoying the party?” Terry continued. “We worked hard to put it all together, but I do think we pulled it all off well.”

Eva glanced at you. “Yes, the whole organization is very appreciative.”

“Truly, it was our pleasure,” your husband responded. “Now, I do apologize for this, but do you mind if I steal my beautiful wife away? Some friends were asking for her.”

“Of course,” Eva replied, some of the tension dropping from her shoulders. “Thank you both again.”

With a nod Terry guided you away from her. “What did you talk about with Eva?” he asked. His tone was light, and with anyone else in the world, it may have sounded like casual conversation, but you knew Terry Silver better than you knew anyone, and you knew that he was suspicious.

“I was chatting you up,” you replied. “You wouldn’t have put this event on without some sort of goal in mind, so I figured I could put in a good world for you. Talk about the work we’ve done together.”

“You don’t believe that I did all this out of the goodness of my heart?”

You laughed. “That would be the day, Terry.”

“Hm,” was all he said after that, a faint smile on his face. Unfortunately, Terry Silver also knew you better than he knew anyone, and there was a very good chance that he knew you were lying. But he said no more on the subject, although you noticed he had plenty of excuses the rest of the day to be sure that you stayed by his side.

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You hadn’t had the chance to talk to Eva again, Terry, however subtly, had made sure of that, but you were fairly certain you didn’t need to. You had seen the look in her eyes when Terry approached you, and you knew that giving her the impression of a sleazy businessman with a wife who offered bribes would be plenty to keep Terry away from that organization. Whether she actually took the bribe or not was inconsequential to you, so long as she got the idea that getting involved with Terry Silver would be getting involved with a lot shadier practices than she first thought.

You sat on the couch in your living room, sipping on some tea before bed. It was a serene ending to a hectic day. Your serenity was soon disrupted, however, by Dorothy, who entered the room, clipboard in hand.

“Is everything alright, Dorothy?” you asked. “It’s awfully late.”

“Mrs. Silver, you’ve just received a call from Eva Garcia. She says that she’s decided to accept your offer.”

“Hm.” you said, slightly surprised that she did accept after all. “Dorothy, first thing tomorrow morning I need you to set up a transfer of two million dollars to Ms. Garcia’s charity accounts.”

“Yes ma’am,” she replied, scribbling down the note on her clipboard. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Dorothy.”

She made a quick exit, and you set your tea on the coffee table, laying back down on the couch, shutting your eyes with a contented sigh. It did feel good to win, even if it was against your husband.

Footsteps entered the room. “Dorothy?” you asked, not looking up. “Is there something else?”

“Not Dorothy,” a deep voice reverberated in the otherwise quiet room, causing your eyes to snap open as you quickly rose once more to a sitting position.

“Terry! It’s past one a.m.! Where did you go?”

He smiled his ever-placating smile. “It was just a small late night session with a few of my senseis. I needed to prepare them with some new techniques for tomorrow’s classes.”

Your brow furrowed and you turned from him, now sitting facing straight ahead. “Yes, the dojo. Why bother asking when that’s always the answer?”

He sat down beside you, and ever so gently took your chin into his hand, guiding your face back to look him in the eyes once more. You saw only love in them. His hand didn’t leave your face, and he stroked your cheekbone tenderly as he spoke.

“I’m afraid that’s true, my love, which is why I’m glad you’ve waited up for me. We see so little of each other these days. I have a vision for these children, for the dojo, for our very methods of karate, a vision that has regrettably taken my time away from you.”

Slowly, almost mournfully, he drew you in closer, placing a sweet kiss upon your lips. Even all these years later, you still felt the same butterflies, the same rush of heat to your face as you did the very first time he kissed you. Which is probably why you didn’t register the slow subtle movement of his hand down the side of your face, didn’t notice as his fingers wrapped around your throat.

His grip was as gentle as could be, his hand merely resting there, as he broke the kiss, but the threat was clear. His eyes, tender only moments before, were now cold as ice.

“You forget how long I’ve known you, my love. I can tell when you’re lying to me.”

You placed your hand onto his, deftly moving it so that your fingers interlocked. You had neutralized his “threat” but the message was still there. “What do you mean?” you asked. Better to deny until you couldn’t deny anymore.

“Eva Garcia. You paid her off.”

You took some silent offense to his accusation, however true it may be. “What makes you say that?”

“I had my suspicions this afternoon, but Dorothy is quite loud. Loud enough to confirm those suspicions at least. I could hear your discussion from the entryway.”

“Damn,” you whispered, averting your eyes.

He pulled you in close, the gesture forgiving, even if he was upset. “Why did you do it, beloved?”

Because none of that matters, you wanted to say. None of the scheming and manipulation mattered if it meant that Terry cared more about the dojo than you. What mattered was that you were in his arms, he was so close to you, and he was looking at you, really looking at you, in a way that he hadn’t in months. All it took was one “My love,” one hint of the old Terry to send your defenses crumbling.

You buried your head in his chest and his arms wrapped tighter around you to hold you closer. “I just miss you. And I hate Cobra Kai.”

“You what?” came his reply, his tone dangerously low, not at all the comforting sound you would have hoped for.

“I hate that damn dojo and Danny LaRusso and Johnny Lawrence and John Kreese and all of it, because it’s taking you away from me and I don’t know what’s happening to you.” You looked up at him, placing a hand on his cheek. “What happened to the sweet Terry that played piano in the mornings and saved the scheming and manipulation for business deals instead of wasting all that energy on a bunch of children?”

His face shifted into what you could only call a sneer. “That Terry was a facade. He let the world tell him who he had to be. I’m finally me again, darling.” A bitter laugh. "I was about to start a mindfulness app with some millennial internet personality for God's sake."

“And I forgive you for that!”

He gripped your shoulders tightly. “I’m alive in a way I haven’t been since Cobra Kai in the 80s.”

“You told me you were on cocaine back then!” you exclaimed. You looked into his pupils trying to see if they were dilated. Not being able to discern anything, you rushed pushed yourself off of the couch and rushed to your bedroom. Terry only sighed and followed after you. You dashed to his nightstand and began rifling through its drawer. “Please tell me you aren’t on something, Terry.”

He took your hands into his own and shut the drawer, effectively calming the frantic state of your body, but not of your mind. “I’m not on anything.”

“Are you just telling me what I want to hear?”

“You’re the one person in this world that I could never lie to.”

“Then promise me something, right now.”

“Anything, my love.”

“Just… be here. Even when you're here, it’s like you’re not here. Do your karate crap, destroy your enemies, truly, I don’t care, but I can’t keep going like this. I need you.”

You saw the beginnings of a smile on the edge of his lips when you said that, and you knew that you had said the right thing. If there’s one thing your husband enjoyed, it was the idea that you needed him above all else.

Suddenly his hands were gripping your waist, tense and itching to move lower, and although his face was only inches from yours, you could see how wide his grin was. “What do you say I prove it to you right now?” he asked, slowly backing toward the bed.

You gave no verbal reply, only captured his lips in a heated kiss before succumbing to him completely.

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A/N: I don't write smut, but I just want to say, smut definitely happened.

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#terry silver x reader #terry silver imagine #terry silver x you #cobra kai x reader #karate kid x reader #cobra kai imagine #karate kid imagine

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terrence-silver · 3 months

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How do you think Terry would react if beloved talked back to him? A go fuck yourself mid an argument or something.

(love your writing btw 🥰)

To him, it's like a lizard hissing at a dragon.

A garden snake playing tough in front of a King Cobra.

Amusing, hilarious and in many ways, adorable. No. Really. Terry, he finds it funny. He always finds those perceived weaker than him funny. He would be prone to giving them a serious look at first, sure, that only hints at some sort of vague anger that isn't even there, right before his unblinking, frozen visage twists out into a smile and then outright cackling. Say what? Him? Go fuck himself? It's challenge fuel right there. Should he wash beloved's mouth with soap? Pinch their tongue and pull at it until beloved's eyes well up with tears as he gets in their face? Or better yet! How about he fucks their mouth instead, outright? After all, so much sass, temperament and back talking comes with a price because nothing's for free no matter how much he appreciates a little fire. He's gonna show them what happens if they lack respect. Not that Terry feels legitimately threatened, but my god, does he like being given a concrete excuse to dish out the discipline. And when there isn't an excuse, he simply makes up one out of nothing. Pretends like beloved back talked even if they haven't. He makes up the narrative and he makes up the punishment too. Either ways, he walks out of the exchange fully unfettered and very much pleased with himself.

#glad you love my writing #that is very encouraging #thank you #terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #sass #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #brat taming

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karatekels · 4 months

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Ohh nooo, I just rediscovered a half-written dark af CK Terry/Reader fic that I started in the summer while going through my folders to update stuff on Ao3!

Maybe I'll be caught up with everything else and can post it for Dark Desires October 2024 lmao

#thomas ian griffith #terry silver #cobra kai #terry silver x reader #dark desires october #i won't spoil too much #but you are attacked as a way to hurt Terry and he sort of spirals #coming soon #jk give it a few years

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drrav3nb · 2 years

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I actually wanted to talk to you about that

#cobra kai season 5 spoilers #cobra kai spoilers #if you need me I'll be right here #imagining that this was their honeymoon #and Terry brought him the dojo as a wedding present #look at how Kreese smiles when he sees him as if he's walking down the altar #that's the man I married - he probably thinks to himself #a very handsome and rich man😏#cobra husbands #terry silver #john kreese #nick marini #barrett carnahan #cobra kai #terry silver x john kreese #terry x john #cobra kai season 5 #cobra kai s5 #not showing in tags for some reason :(

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moonchildbaby · 2 years

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Cobra Kai Dad!Silver

So when Terry Silver realizes he will have a legacy by blood the excitement in the Silver household will be immeasurable

The mother of the child will be checked up daily and given the best foods and things available to keep the pregnancy running as smooth as possible and both health of mother and baby equally well

The fixation Terry has with his legacy will most definitely be a contributing factor for an intense child - parent relationship

There are upsides to it

Such as Terry spoiling his child mercilessly

It deserves only the best of the best available as a true silver

Will invest a lot of time in his child unlike other business people who often struggle coping with family and work Terry will always insure to have enough time for his kid

That also means that the child would be brought up with karate and probably will be trained as early as it can walk on its own and make a proper fist

The young Terry might have been more agressive with childcare but I feel that Terry in Cobra Kai has mellowed out in that sense as he genuinely craves for something to see himself reflected in something alive and growing and he does in some point genuinely believe in bettering his students by giving them strength (so that they can transit from Twig to Terry)

Therefore I believe that with his own child Terry would be way more patient

He enjoys them partake in other activities as well

This is one of the downsides though

Terry demandes respect and absolute focus

That not only entails his person but putting effort into everything, perfecting where possible and if not at least striving for it

There always has to be a goal beyond the goal

Ambition, as I said in a post before Terry is the perfect Slytherin

That means if his child would tend to just look into the pathway of Anthony for a second there will be punishment

Other interests aside it is never ok to miss out on training or classes. Thats why Terry let's his assistant Margaret make timetables and orders of tasks to be completed

If child behaves there will be rewards to keep up the good work

The most important thing for Terry is probably to bond with his child deeply. In that sense they have to be somewhat like him. If they aren't, he will simply mold them into himself. After all a life can be shaped on multiple occasions as he knows just to well

If they for some unknown reason turn out not to be blessed with his cunning witt or interlect oh god

He will try to make them into a better, loyal and submissive version of John then ?!

I honestly don't want to entertain the thought

Might be conscious about his age, will also look after himself even more if that is possible to ensure he will not die before his child is a "fully trained" and self existent Silver.

But let's say his child is exactly like him in this scenario

He is someone that would take their child (as a teen) to wine tastings yum

Talking. Deeply. Hours at a time

Going out for dinner or culture trips to do so

Terry wants to know everything that is on his childs mind and life, what they are interested in, what moves them,what company they keep

He will possibly even make charts of behaviour and (dis-)likes

His child will have the privilege of being multi cultured as Terry will hire teachers and language tutors from all over the world to ensure that his child will receive the best prospects of education available and will be able to walk through any door they wish

Teaching to appreciate the luxury but to work for it too

Sure Terry has a lot of money and will spoil his child in the ways he deems fit but that does not mean that his child may take it for granted. After all only a strong leader can take over his companies and Cobra Kai after him. A strong leader is only made through pain and work. After all he was too.

Will tell other parents indirectly how stuiped/ugly/annoying/misbehaved their children are in comparison to his angel

In Terrys eyes his child is his world. It's a part of him so obviously its the most beautiful thing there is

If Terry is with a partner he will be intrigued of seeing them reflected in this mini me of theirs

Eventhough Terry can be steelen his heart will always melt when his little/big one comes for company, hugging him, wanting to spend time with him exchanging ideas

Quite literally if they are on the same interlectual level Terrys child is the most important and precious thing that he owns

I can absolutely see him and his child sitting in the opera with spectacles and making some remarks about other people

Deep interlectual exchanges No 2222222 Terry will teach them everything he knows. They might even philosophy about things, even if the conclusions are kinda dubious

Cheating ? Pah So what. The kid learns that one fast

See it as a saving of resources. Only something worthy of full investment and soul is left out of that equation

Oh yeah speaking of which

Terry will absolutely flaunt his kid around especially in front of Johnny who is about to become a dad

If Terry would receive the news of the pregnancy during the same time you can bet your ass this is going t escalate into a competitive sport.

Ofc Terry wins Terry always wins in the end.

Terry will be the one watching his kid enter a karaoke standoff, play in a theatre piece, or make their own first Sand castle with the same pride as he will watch them beat their opponent on the mat - every good competition they take part in no matter how small is important and they are ofc winning because that's what Silvers do

Please don't ask me how Terry would react to his kid in their teens asking about the "Daddy" kink

He will probably have that smirk face of s5 ep.2 (when keeps on looking at chozen bro Silzen it's reaaalll)

Quote on quote "Let's just say it worked out with your mum/dad"

😭😭😂🫣

#cobra kai #terry silver #thomas ian griffith #im so tiiiiired #but hope you like it #why is it kinda dark when i read it #but lol it's terry silver so ....#not my best but i hope you enjoy #answered #thank you for your request <3 #originally posted to retrosimp on tumblr #terry silver x reader

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oceluna · 2 years

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''“It’s mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack. Not rationality!”

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amazingmaeve · 1 year

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virgo-mess · 2 months

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UPDATES and a new movie being added to the drive tomorrow!

Update 1: I'm about halfway done with the epilogue, guys! I figured out that a lot of my struggle with writing lately was due to a prescription change my doctor made, and it made it really hard for me to concentrate, let alone think. But we're getting there, and I'm also getting the first chapter of the Birds and the Bees Cash fic together for you guys, as well as finally starting up on those requests you guys sent me! I think I'm actually going to try something a little different and try to syndicate chapter updates for Silver Bells and the Birds and the Bees at the same time. Which might seem overly ambitious, but I think I work a little better when I'm not focusing on just one thing, especially if I'm feeling uninspired. I'll try my best to keep a not so confusing schedule with it for you guys 🤭. I'm really looking forward to starting this new phase with all of you, and thank you so much for sticking with me through all of this. I know I've been inconsistent lately, and I'm hoping to change that, just like I'm hoping Terry Silver is coming back to Cobra Kai! Even if he somehow doesn't, I hope you all find it in you to stick around. This community has come to mean so much to me, and I'd hate to see it fade away. 💜💜💜

Update 2: I was able to get my hands on another TIG movie for you guys, and I will be uploading it to the drive tomorrow. I thought it would be fun if I kept it as a bit of a surprise for you guys! So be on the lookout for a post tomorrow revealing what movie it is 😁. If there's any specific movie you really want to see, feel free to drop me a note or a dm, and I will do my best to get a hold of it for you. 💙💙💙

#thomas ian griffith #terry silver #terry silver x oc #black friday 2007 #the cult of tig #cash x oc #movies #love you guys

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vveissesfleisch · 1 year

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tuesday afternoon in the middle of nowhere

written for the @allvalley100 prompt: aftercare (or lack thereof)

“You ready?”

Terry blinks up at the ceiling, still seeing stars. “Huh?”

“Seriously? You’re still in bed?”

“…Yeah.”

“Up you get, lieutenant. Let’s go.”

“Go?” Terry’s head lolls. Johnny’s got his jacket on, hair damp from the shower. Orange shards of sunshine pierce broken motel blinds and catch on his eyelashes.

Terry’s a puddle of goo.

“Come on. I’m starving.”

“Johnny...” Terry sits up, sludge-slow. “Your entire fist was inside me twenty minutes ago, maybe give me a second?”

He scoffs. “Fine. I’ll be in the car.”

Terry groans, bereft. It’s Captain John Kreese, what did he expect?

Fucking cuddling?

Read it on AO3 here.

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bees--in-my--bones · 1 year

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Silver Spoons - Terry Silver Part 2 of 7

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Character: Terry Silver x female reader

Summary: Time jump because I'm jumping back and forth with this series. I've got a plan and I think it makes sense. But back to the past where Terry and reader first meet. Like the 90s ish. After the events of kk3

Warnings: manipulation, some alcohol (but just casual drinking of, no drunkenness), mention of war (no detail), weapons, blood, warning for Terry Silver in general, fade to black scene, business majors

Word Count: 3600

A/N: This chapter has been written for a while but I just do not feel like my writing is doing him justice. I'm at the point where I have to post it so it'll stop haunting me tho. Lmk if you want to be on a taglist.

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"Really, Ms. L/N, he's been… incredibly insistent on meeting you," Dorothy said.

Terrence Silver.

That was the name that the file in front of you had read. You had only skimmed it before tossing it aside. “Dorothy, if we’re going to be partnering with anyone, it’s not going to be the disgraced head of Dynatox to advertise for his silly little startups. Is Dynatox even still active?”

Dorothy, an intern in her final year of college, who you had already set your sights on for full time PA, sighed and picked the file up herself, leafing through it. “Ms. L/N, it looks like the only two options at the moment are either Mr. Silver or Mr. Beckett. Anything else and we’d be pushing our limits too far. We simply don’t have the capacity to take on more than one additional major client at the moment. And yes, I believe it is still active, but on a much smaller scale.”

You shivered at Beckett’s name. “God, I hate that guy,” you said, leaning back into your chair. He was the owner of a high profile financial firm, and about as sleazy as they come. But the growth of his company was far more reliably linear than Silver's was. And although your father had left you a sizably large marketing company, you wanted more. Beckett was the safest option for expansion.

"Beckett would probably be a safer bet," said Dorothy echoing your thoughts, "but based on what we know of Mr. Silver, he has the potential to see some exponential growth in the next few years.”

"And the advertising firm that got him there would see the same growth," you said, leaning back in your chair.

Dorothy nodded.

You sighed. "Dorothy, do you know what my father's problem was?" you asked her.

"I can't say that I do, ma'am."

"He never took a single risk. Only safe bets. Which grew this company some, sure, but think of where we could be right now if he had taken a calculated gamble every now and then." You tapped your fingers on the table as you mused.

“So you want me to schedule a meeting with Mr. Silver then?” she asked.

“Can’t hurt to check him out. What do I have Thursday evening?”

She flipped through the pages on her clipboard, landing on her calendar. “You’re free. Tuesday and Wednesday nights as well.”

“Three days in a row, that’s a rare treat. Tell him Thursday, take it or leave it. If he really wants this then he’ll take it.”

“Yes ma’am,” she said. “Is that all?”

“For now,” you replied, and she was gone, no sooner had you said the words.

You picked up the file once more. If you were actually considering this, it couldn’t hurt to know as much about him as you could.

—--

And so Thursday evening came. Silver had sent a short reply to your acceptance.

Thank you for your time.

I’ll be by your office at 7. We can discuss details over dinner, my treat.

You had nearly laughed aloud when Dorothy read his response aloud to you. No doubt the domineering reply was in direct response to your insistence on the day. Contrary to what you first believed, Silver was going to be a challenge. Maybe even a fun challenge.

He came as promised, a long black limo pulling up outside your office building. You had dressed nicely, spent more time on your appearance than usual. First impressions were key.

As you walked down the steps of the building, you couldn’t help but be the tiniest bit relieved that most employees had gone home for the day. Maintaining your image was hard enough, you didn’t want to think about the impression that leaving the office for what very much looked like a date would leave.

The side door opened, and out stepped Silver himself, and so the game was afoot. You approached. He was taller than you thought he would be.

He outstretched his hand. “Terry Silver. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Ms. L/N.”

You took it, shaking it firmly. “Likewise, Mr. Silver.”

“Please, Mr. Silver was my father. Call me Terry, I insist.”

“Then I must insist you call me Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He grinned. “Allow me to help you in, it’s a bit of a step.”

You only realized that your hand was still gripped in his just then, when he shifted his grip to help you into the car. Immediately, the pieces fell into place as you realized his plan, but you allowed him to help you regardless. You wouldn’t be charmed so easily.

You settled into a seat, and Terry followed close behind. With a quick rap of his knuckles on the driver’s window, you were off.

“It really isn’t that far of a drive,” he told you, “but if we’ve got to drive, I say we do it in style.”

You hummed slightly, an ambiguous sound that was close enough to agreement, without actually saying a word.

You couldn’t be sure, but you thought you saw him hesitate ever so slightly. Did he not think that you came prepared with games of your own? You wielded the power here, and you both knew that.

“It’s a nice place,” he went on, any previous hint of hesitation completely vanished. “I’m sure you’ll love it. I do prefer a more relaxing environment to chat business, don’t you?”

A direct question, a forced response. He adjusted quickly to his situation. Interesting. “I do. There’s far more to business than just meeting rooms, and I think you can learn a lot about your peers over a meal.”

He grinned again. “Good. That’s good. I hope we learn a lot about each other tonight."

"As do I."

There was silence for a short while, but not necessarily an uncomfortable one, then the car came to a halt. “What did I tell you?” he said. “Short drive.”

Quick as lightning, he was out of the car, offering his hand once more. “May I?”

You took his hand, accepting his assistance again, but dropped it as soon as you were standing on your own two feet.

The two of you entered the restaurant and were led to a private table. "For confidentiality," he had said with a wink.

You didn't talk business immediately, that would have been impolite. And small talk gave you a chance to get a handle on your opponent, see what he was thinking. Business deals were a battle after all, and Terry’s only hope of winning was proving to you that his once great company, now teetering between glory and ruination, had the potential to rise again, perhaps higher than it had before.

You were pleased to see that he seemed to think the same way, engaging with the small talk with a vivacity that you hadn't expected, but armed heavily with anecdotes and remarks that were absolutely riddled with reminders of how well he could do. A story of a successful business deal on his part. A small jab at a company that you had recently had a deal fall through with. You were impressed. He had clearly done his research.

Time passed rather quickly, with no talk of a deal. A waiter approached your table, bottle of wine in hand. "Allow me," Terry said, gesturing for the waiter to hand the bottle to him. He obliged and left the two of you alone.

Terry took your glass and filled it. "I've spent a lot of time in South Korea and Japan," he explained as he did. "To fill another's cup is a sign of respect, and I can't seem to break that habit here." He handed you your glass. "I simply wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t.”

“I’m aware of the tradition. Much appreciated,” you said, accepting the drink. “What led you to travel there?”

He smiled, a smile this time, not one of the enthusiastic grins he had been throwing your way all night. “Like most men at that time, the war.”

“You served?” That was a polite question. You already knew that he had, from your prior research.

Again, an almost imperceptible change in his demeanor, his smile falling ever so slightly. “Yes.”

He shook his head. “I apologize, we should be talking about things far happier than that.”

“That’s alright,” you said, still pondering the hairline fracture in his facade. “Thank you for your service.”

The grin returned. “You are most welcome. Now, have you decided what you wanted?”

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The rest of the evening passed by quickly, with not a word of a business deal. At first, true, the both of you were dancing around the subject, playing games and avoiding cutting to the chase, but eventually, you were talking like old friends, contracts far from your minds. At least, that’s how it was for you, but a certain air of lightness had come over Terry by the end of the night that you couldn’t help but think it was the same for him.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to be dropped off at home?” he asked you many hours later when you were back in the limo.

“No, thank you,” you replied. “I have some things I need to finish up at the office.”

“At this hour?”

You shrugged. “Duty calls.”

“It probably doesn't help that we didn’t get a lick of work done tonight,” he said.

You smiled, small but genuine. “That’s true. We’ll have to meet again.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Booked. And I fly out to Denver for a conference this weekend.”

“I’ve got some time Monday.”

“I’ll have a lot of catching up to do after being gone all weekend. Does Tuesday work?”

“Tuesdays are no good.”

“Wednesday night?”

“I should be free.”

“Same time?”

“I can do that. Same place?”

“That works,” you said. “I’ll pick you up this time, and it’s on me.”

“Sounds fair to me,” he replied. “And it appears we are at our destination,”

The car rolled to a stop, and in a flash, Terry was holding the door open for the last time that night.

You exited the car. “Thank you, Terry. It was a nice night. We’ll have to actually talk business next time.”

“Of course. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

—--

Terry Silver stared at himself in the mirror.

He splashed cold water on his face.

He took down his ponytail and brushed out his hair, finding familiar comfort in the slight sting at his roots.

He had let his guard down around her, and it had shaken him to his core.

At some point tonight, the pretenses had fallen, his facade had dropped. He had no longer been playing the typical business game, he was just talking to her. The concept was almost foreign to him. And yet it seemed that the exact same thing had happened to her.

Even his time in the service, which usually he had no problem only mentioning casually, had somehow been different around her. It seemed to him that she had been able to decipher so much from so little, and as someone who usually had that effect on others, it unnerved him to be on the receiving end.

Had she said something? Done something that marked her as different than anyone else?

She was smart, he had to give her that. Maybe even as smart as he was. Was that why then? Perhaps, but the average businesswoman was always smarter than the average businessman, that was just the way things went.

But there was something about her. The carefully crafted words whenever she spoke. The subtle expression she wore, as mysterious in nature as the Mona Lisa, that told you nothing of what she was thinking.

Something in him wanted to break her. To push through her defenses, to get her barriers to crack. A genuine smile, a real laugh, a falling tear, or fiery anger. Something in him saw her as a challenge. Something in him wanted to win.

To beat her though, to triumph against her? Or to win her over, to have her for his own, this wily woman, this enigma? He couldn't tell.

—--

Time passed, much slower than you thought it would. The conference in Denver dragged on, and the first few days of the week were mind numbingly dull.

You, against your better judgment, found yourself eager to meet with Terry again. When you had told Dorothy to add another meeting with him to your calendar, she had seemed suspicious.

"Two meetings?" she had asked, an eyebrow raised. "Were you not able to work things out last night?"

You waved your hand dismissively. "We just had more to discuss than previously anticipated."

A small smile appeared on her face. "I take that it went a little too well."

"I said nothing of the sort."

"You don't have to," she said. "Are you planning on taking him on as a client then?"

You nodded. "Don't tell Beckett anything until the contract with Silver goes through, but I think so. Beckett's too content. Silver's got ambition, and unlike a lot of people, has the skill set to do something with it. I'll take that gamble."

"Even if he's tanked before?"

"Even if he's tanked before."

She nodded, and scribbled a note on her clipboard.

"Alright then, Ms. L/N. Anything else?"

"Not at the moment. And thank you Dorothy, I wouldn't have taken that meeting if it weren't for you."

That had been Friday morning, of course, and here you were, Wednesday night, feeling something far too close to nervousness for comfort.

The dinner went as smoothly as before. You made a point to get business out of the way at the beginning of the night. You both signed the contract your lawyers had drawn up, and just like that, Terry Silver was a client of L/N Legacy Marketing Group.

“To a long and fruitful partnership,” Terry said, raising his glass in a toast.

“Hear, hear,” you replied as you clinked your glasses together.

—--

You hadn't heard from Terry for a few weeks after that, not that you were counting. Your only correspondence had been between your respective assistants and legal departments, and you already had a team working on an ad campaign for one of his more prominent tech startups.

So needless to say, you were shocked when late one night, you were interrupted by a sharp knock at your office door. Snapping your head up, your eyes met Terry’s, who definitely was not scheduled to be in your office well after business hours.

"Can I help you, Mr. Silver?"

He raised an eyebrow, and you sighed.

"Can I help you, Terry?"

He leaned against the doorframe, his ascot becoming ever so slightly askew as he did. He straightened it. "I was thinking this morning," he began slowly, "that it's been quite a while since you and I have spoken. But I know you tend to work late…" He straightened and walked up to your desk. "I've heard bits and pieces from my assistant, but I'd really like an update straight from the source."

You swallowed thickly at his intense gaze, but didn't dare break eye contact. "Well, I'm not too hands on with it, but we've been considering expanding the target demographic-"

"Interesting," he said, quickly, not even allowing you to finish your sentence. "Why don't we discuss it further over dinner?"

This gave you a moment's pause. "I'm not dressed to go out," you offered up. A weak excuse and you knew it.

"Then I'll cook you something."

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow.

He laughed. "I have quite the home, if I do say so myself," he said. "I'll give you a tour of my collections after dinner."

"You're awfully confident, Terry Silver."

"You don't get this far if you aren't."

You shook your head. "Alright then. Give me a moment to pack up."

He grinned. "I'll be waiting outside."

He shut the door behind him as he left. The second it latched you quickly put your stuff away, then pulled the pocket mirror out of your drawer. You hastily fixed your appearance as best you could. When the initial adrenaline wore off, you found yourself staring into the mirror, not quite recognizing yourself. You were being ridiculous. No business partnership was worth this effort.

But you couldn't quite ignore the way your stomach twisted when you opened the door and walked outside.

—--

Terry wasn't lying. He did have quite the home. And he was a surprisingly excellent cook. Although you probably shouldn't have been surprised. There didn't seem to be anything that Terry was bad at.

He gave you a full tour of his home, telling you the history of every rare art piece on display. You found yourself hanging onto his every word.

Even more fascinating, though, was the weapons collection. Knives, swords, and various other sharp objects that you had no name for adorned the room. He took you over to one corner and lifted a particular dagger from its display.

"This is a tantō, traditionally worn by samurai. And one in this condition is worth quite a bit of money."

He held it out to you, looking at you expectantly.

Your eyes widened as you realized what he was saying, but gingerly took the blade into your hands as he nodded and pushed the knife slightly forward one again.

"It's beautiful," you said quietly.

You dragged your finger along the blunt edge of the blade, slipping by accident over the tip. You let out a soft “Oh!” of surprise as a small bead of blood pooled out of the nick in your fingertip.

Terry said nothing, seemingly entranced at the sight of your blood, slowly beginning to spill over the edge of your fingertip. Before you had realized the speed at which the blood was falling, a drop had spilled onto the floor. Terry took your hand in his.

“I’m sorry,” you said. He showed no signs of hearing you.

He raised your finger to his lips and gently put it in his mouth, tongue deftly swiping the blood away. You were too stunned to move, even as he released his grip, your hand dropping to your side.

Your breath became shallow as you realized just how close he was.

He brushed one hand over your cheek, his touch ghostlike and hesitant, as if he were holding himself back. “The things I would do to you,” he murmured, followed by a soft chuckle. There was a copper tinge to one of his front teeth.

You froze at his statement, and he lifted the dagger from your uninjured hand and set it back in its place.

He drew closer to you, piercing blue eyes not leaving yours, and you slowly backed away until your back hit the wall.

His arm rested against the wall behind you, leaving you effectively trapped. His face wasn't more than a few centimeters away.

"I'm not sure I know exactly what you're implying," you said, though you suspected that the hint of breathlessness in your voice told him the exact opposite.

"Oh, I think you do," he said, his eyes trained on your lips, and before you could think of a clever retort, his mouth captured yours.

The second it began, it was over. You swallowed thickly, tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach and rush of heat in your face, and he looked at you expectantly. Seconds felt like hours as you tried to gather your thoughts.

"It's unprofessional," you finally breathed out.

"Then tell me to stop," His hand moved to rest on your waist.

"I'm doing you a favor by working with you," you reminded him. "You don't want to lose the chance I'm giving you."

"Then tell me to stop." His hand trailed lower, his fingers capturing the hem of your top, brushing faintly over the skin on your torso.

"I could ruin you," you said, struggling to keep your voice level. "Kick you while you're down. No investor would ever touch you again. It wouldn't be that hard."

"Then tell me. To stop." His voice was so low it was nearly a growl.

You said nothing.

For a long moment you stood there, silently, your breathing becoming harder and harder to keep even, before pushing yourself forward and planting your lips on his.

He broke the kiss, only for a moment, and you could feel his grin against your mouth. Not a second later he was kissing you once more.

It seemed to last both a lifetime and a millisecond, but eventually, regrettably, you had to come up for air. Terry was still grinning, and looking for all the world like he could have kept going for several more minutes. Judging by the firm torso you could feel beneath his shirt, he was in good enough shape that he quite possibly could have.

You were panting, he still had that smug grin on his face, and the both of you were clinging to one another like your lives depended on it. The second your chest stopped burning, you spoke.

"I don't want you to stop."

He took this as his cue, and soon the two of you were clumsily making your way out of the weapons room, stumbling into furniture and clawing at the walls in the brief reprises between kisses. Before you knew it, you were in his room, but you hardly had a moment to look around before the two of you were tangled in the sheets.

The night took a turn from there in a manner that could only be described as violent. Never, though, had the word violent had such pleasant connotations.

You had been right earlier in the evening. There really was nothing that Terry Silver was bad at.

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A/N: I'm sorry for another fade to black scene. cop out ending, i know. might happen again. idk. Also I need to think of a name for this beyond "Terry Silver Series" so I can post it on AO3. Could be all lana del rey vinyl about it and call it terrence loves you lmaooo

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#terry silver x you #terry silver x reader #terry silver imagine #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai imagine #karate kid x reader #karate kid imagine #terry silver

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terrence-silver · 6 months

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Random Concept: Terry Silver with a TikTok-obsessed Beloved

It would be cute if beloved wanted to film cute couple moments with Terry.

Spicier with Terry during the Halloween season because of all the Ghostface masks trending.

I can imagine Gen Z beloved doing something like the Gothic Baby account if they have a kids with Terry.

Like, I do think Terry Silver, in his old age majorly keeps up with trends.

He always has.

He always had his finger on the pulse of the 'brand new thing'.

More so than young people, undoubtedly --- he's a businessman, after all.

He's too clever not to keep up. That's how he can blend in so perfectly and adapt if need be, being chameleonic in nature, changing and transforming with the times. It's how he can manipulate perceptions and cultural norms --- by being in touch with things around him, sure, like the advent of social media. The Online sphere. Being Vegan for a while, because that's a la mode and acceptable in a more Liberal, upper crust crowd in Los Angeles --- it's admirable, even. A societal badge that says one's a conscientious, good person (And Terry Silver's just that? Right?) when that wouldn't have been the case in the past. Thirty years ago it was perhaps the discourse between nuclear and fossil fuels or green new energy that mattered, and today, it's all about Tik Tok. It's Twitter. Or X, rather. And what's trending on there --- the type of stuff that can make or break one's reputation because someone said something stupid or cancel-worthy two decades ago. Heck, even the branding of social media itself changes, having one name and taking on another practically overnight! The world moves fast and Terry Silver moves with it. But, in spite of him been keenly aware what's what and what it means, I envision his Online presence is incredibly scarce and unbelievably curated on purpose and what information can be found on him on the Internet has been fine combed and is continuously fine combed so really, not only can you not find anything too controversial about him on there (maybe just the right amount of controversial, tactically speaking; acceptable controversies, as to not make him seem too inhumanly saintly and by extension, unrealistic, too suspicious and fake) --- you can't even really find anything much of anything in general except what Terry deliberately and specifically wants on there. Man's incredibly private all while putting up a facade that he's an open book --- which, don't be fooled, he's anything but.

What I mean to say with this is that Terry Silver undoubtedly wouldn't be on Twitter, for example, posting his actual, real opinions about...anything. He's smart like that.

So, any beloved of his? Gen Z or otherwise?

Chances are, they wouldn't be chronically Online either.

They wouldn't be on Tik Tok, plastering videos of themselves, their family or Terry Silver himself for the world to see consistently, because the thought of thousands of people (Voyeurs, the way an already voyeuristic Terry would see it) tuning in to see and watch his beloved --- random punks commenting on them, expressing their opinions willy-nilly, judge, complementing them, leering, passing, bookmarking, downloading and sharing said clips around unstoppably, without any monitoring as to how they could use and abuse such material...legitimately forever --- well, it presses the button of someone fiercely territorial, jealous, possessive, protective and control oriented like Terry. He doesn't like it. He doesn't allow it. He thinks it's bullshit. He would take advantage of someone's else's uploads Online for sure, if push ever came to shove, so maybe it is a bit of projection on his behalf, that somehow, someone, somewhere, would do the same to him and someone who belongs to him to weaken him or retaliate against him, so to take precaution against it, beloved's presence Online becomes, possibly, even scarcer than his, because they're the most precious thing he has and when something or someone's precious or valuable, they're tucked away. Hidden, in ways. Plus side to this, though --- I can envision Terry Silver, like a man who was young in the 70's and 80's being big on home videos instead. Private collections for his private viewing pleasure and usage only. Cute couple moments galore are permissible --- everything is permissible, in fact --- but these recordings, lets call them, belong and remain explicitly in Terry Silver's private care, because he's a man who doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve and tends to strategically tuck away everything that ever mattered to him. Everything that makes him vulnerable. Everything that can compromise or damage him. Most of everything he really is from the public. Includes beloved. Whatever children he might or might not have with them.

If someone was somehow skillful enough to discover their names and Google them, chances are, nothing specific comes up in their search results. Not anywhere.

That's deliberate.

#would be hilarious if someone tried to look up terry silver's beloved and several of his ex conquests come up instead #you know...as a way to distract and kill the trail from the one he really loves being in the search engine's spotlight #terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #the internet #technology #social media #tik tok #gen z culture #tw; generational gap #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #halloween

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karatekels · 9 months

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If I could make a living doing this, I would completely dedicate myself to writing requests for you all; it's my favourite thing ever. I've got more requests in my inbox than I know what to do with, and they all make my heart sing - thank you all for reading! 😭❤️

(I am going to have to pull back a bit and focus on actual work at some point, but the new term doesn't start for another few weeks, sooooo... 👀)

#requests make me happy #keep the requests coming #you're all great #thomas ian griffith #terry silver #terry silver x reader #cobra kai #karate kid #smut #sensei targaryen #i love you

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drrav3nb · 2 years

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Anything you need, I’m there for you. Your whole life. You hear me, Johnny? Your whole life. I owe you.

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ziltoidcoffee · 2 years

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Drabble: Sith Terry and Padawan Daniel

(No one asked, but I delivered? Don’t super need to know Star wars to get this drabble. I’m not even that confident in writing the world either. P But I did it anyway. Might make this a drabble series.)

“Excuse me.”

The unfamiliar voice pulls Daniel from his trance, dark eyes fluttering open. The world around him slowly comes back into view, but he’s not met with the vibrant green foliage and trickling streams of the meditation garden

Standing over him is a man, a stranger with wide shoulders, blue eyes, and dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. His height is imposing, practically looming over him, but Daniel’s not intimidated nor is he scared. The dark robes the stranger is wearing are those of a Jedi Master. Though this alone does not calm Daniel. It is the stranger’s soothing force that brings him peace of mind. He is not at all concerned by his presence. They are in the Jedi Temple, after all. But even Padawans like himself know it’s rude to interrupt a meditation.

“Master Miyagi?” he speaks again, and Daniel turns to his master sitting cross-legged beside him in the grass. He opens his eyes and tips his head back to stare up at the other Jedi though he says nothing.

“I’m sorry for my rudeness. But I wanted to introduce myself,” the stranger says and bows similar to those of Master Miyagi’s home planet. “My name is Terry Silver. My master was Kim San Jang of Malachor. My master sends his respects. Master Kreese—or Darth Kai—was my Master’s first Padawan.”

Daniel’s eyes widen, stunned by the man’s mention of Master Kreese. The former Jedi attacked his own student at the dorms after he lost to Daniel in the Apprentice Tournament. He revealed his true allegiance to the sith and demanded Padawan Lawrence come with him or meet the end of his saber. Luckily for Daniel and the other padawans, Master Miyagi reached them in time and defeated him. While Master Kreese lost an arm in battle, he was spared his life and taken to the containment cells. Padawan Lawrence was assigned a new master and taken on a mission to the outer rim. That was the last Daniel he heard of the Sith, now going by the name Darth Kai.

“Word about what happened didn't reach Malachor until now,” Terry explains. “My master apologizes for his student’s betrayal and dishonorable actions.”

When Master Miyagi stands, Daniel joins him on his feet, coming up to Master Silver’s shoulders. “Accept…apology,” his master declares. “Not…your master fault.”

Master Silver nods. “I know,” he agrees. “But my master and I feel responsible. Master Kreese confessed he was struggling with the force. But we did not treat this admission with enough gravity and brushed off his concerns, which is why I am here now. To bring Darth Kai back to the light.”

Daniel smiles, impressed by Master Silver’s ambition. There have been many failed attempts to convert a sith back to a Jedi.

“Hope you can be successful,” Master Miyagi tells him.

“Unfortunately, I arrived too late,” he declares with a frown. “Darth Kai will be buried as a Sith tonight.”

“He’s dead? What happened?” Daniel blurts, and Master Silver turns to look at him, sending heat to his cheeks. This isn’t the first time he’s spoken out of term to those ranked above him. But his master is forgiving, unlike some Jedi at the temple.

Though Master Silver doesn’t look angry either. For a second, he swears the Jedi’s eyes almost sharpen and the edge of his lips curl up. But then his sullen expression returns as he answers, “Yes, cardiac arrest.”

Master Miyagi rubs his chin. “I sensed disturbance in force. Not long ago. Could be reason.”

Daniel nods. “I felt it too,” he admits. His master may be stronger in wielding the force, but he’s always been very sensitive to shifts and changes.

“I felt his passing as well,“ Terry announces, and his gaze stays on the Padawan. “He left us moments before we were supposed to meet.”

“I’m sorry about your friend,” Daniel whispers, and Terry smiles a little bit.

“When I was a Padawan, I looked up to Master Kreese,” he explains, “He was an excellent Jedi then. But after losing his first student, it just broke his heart. He was never the same. Grief does something to a man.”

Though his master doesn’t look surprised, Daniel is floored by this news. He had no idea Master Kreese had a Padawan before Johnny or that they died. “Understand,” Master Miyagi says but doesn’t elaborate, not that Daniel’s surprised. His master doesn’t speak often and sometimes in riddles, but he’s still the best teacher. He would even call the older man a friend.

Terry smiles and lets his gaze sweep over Daniel. “Is this your Padawan? The champion?” he asks suddenly.

A rush of self-consciousness comes over Daniel at the attention. “Yeah, I guess,” he chuckles

“Our apologies to you too,” Terry tells him, but Daniel just shrugs.

“It’s okay, really. It’s just a shame to lose another Jedi to the dark,” he says, repeating what Master Miyagi said the other day.

Instead of replying, Terry stares at him a moment, and Daniel can’t help himself, reaching out with the force to read the Jedi Master’s mind. It’s a bad habit he picked up ever since he learned how to control his telepathy. But this gift earned him a spot among the Padawans in the first place. At first, Master Miyagi and the other masters were impressed, considering his age and experience. But most days, they were annoyed and yelling at him to stop. Though he doesn’t usually last very long.

They sense his presence quickly and immediately start to shield, giving him seconds to pick up anything. But Terry’s mind is like a steel trap, stronger than even the Jedi on the council. He can’t get even a single tendril inside. Then as Daniel tries to leave, he feels what must be Terry’s force take hold of his own.

His heart thunders in his chest. He’s been caught. But instead of reprimanding him, Terry’s mouth quirks up at the corners.

“Hello there,” Daniel hears in the back of his mind, and as fast and hard as he can, he pulls the tendrils away.

Thankfully, Terry lets him go and turns to Master Miyagi. “Again. I'm sorry to interrupt your meditation,” he declares, acting like nothing happened between them, as if two strangers connecting through the force wasn’t a rare occurrence.

“Thank you,” is all his master says.

Daniel takes a second to gather his composure to speak, feeling strange after his brush with Terry’s force. “I’m sorry about Master Kreese,” he manages to get out.

“Thank you, Padawan,” Terry replies, and something about his tone sends a chill down Daniel’s spine.

As the Jedi Master leaves the garden, Master Miyagi turns to him. “Come, we continue meditation.”.

He follows his master’s command and returns to the grass, shutting his eyes. But for the rest of his meditation, Daniel struggles to push away any thoughts of Master Silver.

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