I love you completely. And you loved me the same. That's all. The rest is confetti [The Haunting Of Hill, House, Dir. Mike Flanagan.]

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( CW : Internalized Homophobia, Alcoholism )

Samantha LaRusso was born with a silver spoon tucked between her molars. She was wrapped in silken sheets the moment her eyes opened, a perfect doll, a heaven sent entity. The weight of an heir's crown bore heavy, the LaRusso has the valley resting in her belt like a blade that she'll learn weld one day, she's every bit of her father so when she looks at her reflection in the mirror, she doesn't know where Sam begins and Daniel ends. There's a flaw in that reflection that rips her open with a guttural scream, and when she sees it she sinks her teeth into the flesh of her lips and tears the skin off until it bleeds and leaves a metallic disdain pooling under her tongue.

Sam LaRusso was not supposed to like a girl.

She's an heir, she's supposed to cover the LaRusso name in gold and keep the lifeline flowing. It's a strange feeling, sometimes she sits at the bottom of the pool and hopes that the chlorine can scrub away the rot inside her, ultimately, it doesn't. She wonders if things were always cut out to be this way. Sam supposes she likes Kyler, but everytime he tries to crawl inside her bones she breaks them and leaves him all mangled. When their lips connect it's all static and Sam closes her eyes to find the piece of a girl that lives in her eyelids, her lips tasted like off-brand lucky charms pawned from cheap corner delis, and she smells of guilty pleasures and TJ Maxx body mists.

She welds the shears and severs the ties. Sam LaRusso has no sense of identity if her father doesn't smother her and if her friends don't shine the throne she sits on. She's a spectacle and an example to follow so she kisses the boy even if she needs to think of that girl to stomach it, when her friends whisper indecencies of their latest bed mate she swallows the guilt of not sharing their desires and lets it go down like honey to an aching throat. She's afraid if she doesn't fall into the status quo she will lose her throne, her father's love, and her sense of identity. Sam shouldn't like a girl, so she doesn't.

Sam LaRusso cuts Parker Lawrence up into confetti and steps on the shreds.

Parker Lawrence was born wrong. She's a blade that her mother welds to the jugular to punish her father for the sins he's committed since the conception of her elder brother, Robby, and spits in her father's face to force him to nurture her where Robby is neglected. There's no silver spoon between her molars, it's all filth. Her father is all rage with alcohol pulsing through his veins, and sometimes he gets mean and Parker's ears ring out. She teaches her nerves to not flinch every time he yells and flings the glass at the plaster of the walls over his own sorrows.

Parker swallows down all the rage in the form of gritty off-brand cereal from the corner shop down the street, she plugs her nose so she doesn't feel the bitter tang of expiring milk on her palate. She has all the bits of ugly from all that came before her, but Emilia (Her middle name, that Robby used to teaseher with), is content with admitting that there's scars of rage in her reflection, when she sees them there's no guttural yell of agony, she lives her whole life paying the penance for the sins of her father, she embraces all of it and takes it as reason to be better and accept what she is.

Parker Lawrence was a strange girl, and she's okay admitting that. The first time she kisses a girl, there's a vat of butterflies flying down her cardia and she does not flinch, when she closes her eyes she just lets the bliss overcome her being, she's never kissed a boy, but believes that it wouldn't feel as right as this. Parker Lawrence doesn't follow a status quo, she knows exactly who she is, so there's no pit of guilt burning in her stomach nor an urge to rip the skin off her lips. Nothing twists nor churns within.

Parker is content with liking a girl. It feels right. Sam LaRusso was something else entirely for her. The first time they kiss it's a rush of electricity through their veins, it's a puzzle completing itself. They're in each other so deeply, Parker tries to push the disdain of being kept a secret in her back burner, but then Sam guts her open and crawls out. She leaves a bloody disarrangement on the floor and Parker feels void. She goes back to swallowing her guilt in marshmallows and nearly spoilt milk. It's visceral, really, the days drag on with her on edge and her stomach sinks everytime she sees Sam with a new prize wrapped around her arm there's a sickness in the pits of her stomach.

The valley used to tilt on some axis; karate. Miguel Diaz was a cataclysmic force and he tilts the valley back into its axis. Parker falls to her feet at the idea, there's a rage in her that needs to be soothed. Johnny Lawrence is hungry for retribution, he wants to pick out all the mishaps from his cartilage. They're bringing it back— the old school days where mouths didn't do as much as knuckles, betrayals cut deep. It's cutthroat, Parker feels it and it almost makes her as sick as Sam does, especially now that the LaRusso's have taken her brother under their nurturing wing.

Sam learns to understand that the path of righteousness always ends in acceptance, and Parker understands that to be righteous you have to pry the damnation from bone. In end, Sam loves Parker all the same, there's no amount of praying or meditating she can do to scrub the filth off her, because it's not filth, it's part of her.

Parker Lawrence loves Samantha LaRusso, and the rest is confetti.

Sadie Sink,            Parker Emilia Lawrence
I.  Spiracle,       Flower Face

Mary Mouser,            Samantha Giada LaRusso
II.  Pink Pony Club,       Chappell Roan

Havana Rose Liu,      Kitay Xu
III.  Nomad,       Clairo

Tanner Buchanan, Robert Swayze Keene
V.  Like Him,       Tyler, The Creator

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William Zabka,       Johnny Lawrence
Xolo Maridueña,         Miguel Angel Diaz
Ralph Macchio,        Daniel LaRusso
Jacob Bertrand,          Eli Moskowitz
Diora Baird,        Shannon Keene

Others,     Respective Roles / As Described

(🕸) / copyright and disclaimer ;
I do not own 'Cobra Kai' all rights go to Netflix, I own kitay xu, parker lawrence and all my original plot lines and dialogue, please do not plagiarize.

(📞) / warnings ;
This story will contain canon-violence, alcoholism, sexual innuendos, strong language, comphet and slight / internalized homophobia, blood, john kre*se and etc.

(📼) / dedications;
for the parker number one fans; mads and -lils
and obvi the paradise cove baddies / karmic killas juju dollie dally  aria issys lila ellie brie romie eden
and the rest of my amazing mutuals abby ems

(📝) / author's notes ;  HELLO! so I guess this is my little cobra kai multiverse and hopefully you love it like I do! kitay is from my other fic babyteeth which is in the same universe as this so it's the same but also different. this was really all on a whim so let's go, i hope you guys didn't mind that big synopsis.

lesbian sam truther ... obviously in this fic she goes on a self discovery journey which means slow burn. parker is not out the closet but she's like 'idgaf that's nobody's business but mine.' and the contrast between their acceptances is in the synopsis they're so dear to me! the coming out scenes MIGHT kill me but yk.

also yes this is also parker's story so there's gonna be me diving into her and robby's relationship. and as we know, johnny is not a good father at first so as this story goes we're gonna see him become better for both robby and parker, though he's decent to parker it's obviously not exceptional. albeit because of miguel, he's gonna become better. also shannon keene... yeah fuck that ho she basically birthed parker as punishment to johnny and out of spite so her and parker are very.... there's snippets of everything here and there.

without further ado, welcome to severance!