#daniel larusso fluff

[bluephoenixgirl]

You Still Love Me?

Daniel LaRusso x Reader

Warnings: Some Adult Language, Break Ups, Angst, Fluff, Embarrassment, Loneliness, Bullying, Jealousy, and Possible Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any!!!)

Summary: Y/N and Daniel dated but a fight caused Y/N to break up with him. When Daniel starts seeing a new girl Y/N lets her jealousy get the best of her and she does something she has never done before.

Word Count: 1,776

Author’s Note: Here is my first Daniel LaRusso story so I hope you all enjoy. Most of my stories will take place during the Karate Kid timelines. I might write some that take place during Cobra Kai I just haven’t decided yet. This story takes place between Karate Kid One and Karate Kid Two!

Y/N didn’t have much of a love life till a boy named Daniel LaRusso came into town. Y/N remembers the day she met Daniel like it was yesterday. When her eyes met his eyes for the first time, she felt something in her that she has never felt before.

Daniel wasn’t Y/N’s first crush since she’s been on dates with other boys before but those were more of flings than relationships since they only lasted three to four dates. One boy she never even finished the first date with him because she felt like he was driving her up the wall.

All of Y/N’s friends knew Daniel was different from all of the other guy's Y/N went out with. Everyone really thought that Daniel was the one for Y/N, but they were wrong.

Y/N and Daniel had been together for almost five months when one night everything came crashing down. Y/N doesn’t even remember what the fight was about since it all happened so fast, but she will always remember the last thing she said to Daniel before she left. She told him she was done with him and walked out the door slamming it behind her.

Y/N and Daniel have seen and have spoken to each other since the breakup since they are friends with the same people. Everything was okay with Y/N till after a month since the breakup when Daniel started seeing another girl. Y/N couldn’t help but feel hurt seeing Daniel move on so fast. When she sees Daniel with his new girl, she couldn’t help but feel jealous. She hated feeling jealous because she’s the on that broke up with him.

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Y/N was at her house all by herself like she always was. Her parents are the owners of a law and business company, so they are always working. Y/N couldn’t help but feel lonely in the big house. When she was with Daniel, he would always be at her house with her which took away that loneliness she felt.

Y/N was sitting in the living room flipping through the channels on the tv trying to find something to watch. When she heard the doorbell ring, she let out a sigh. She put the remote control onto the glass table and stood up from the couch.

She walked up to the front door and opened it to see her best friend, Ali. “Hey Ali.” Y/N said stepping to the side so Ali could walk inside. “Hi.” Ali said with a smile walking inside. “Are your parents' home?” Ali asked her. “That’s a stupid question.” Y/N told her as she closed the door. “Oh yeah right, sorry.” Ali said as her cheeks turned red in embarrassment. “It’s cool.” Y/N told her in reassurance.

“What brings you by?” Y/N asked her walking back over to the couch with Ali following behind her. “Are you still coming to my party tomorrow night?” Ali asked her sitting down onto the couch with Y/N. “Of course.” Y/N answered her.

“Why do you ask?” Y/N asked with a hint of confusion in her tone. “Daniel called me earlier asking if it was okay if he could bring Claire to the party with him.” Ali told her. “Oh.” Y/N said in a soft tone as she looked down at her hands that were resting on top of her lap. “I told him I wanted to talk to you first.” Ali told her. Y/N just gave her a nod as she just fiddled with her fingers.

“Y/N if you aren’t comfortable with Claire coming, I’ll tell Daniel that it’s not okay.” Ali told her. “I rather have my best friend at my party than some girl I barely know.” Ali added. “No, it’s okay.” Y/N said looking up at her. “Daniel can bring her.” Y/N told her. “Are you sure?” Ali asked her. “I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” Ali added with concern in her voice. “Why would I be uncomfortable?” Y/N asked with a hiss. “I’m the one that broke up with him.” Y/N reminded her. “I’ll be fine.” Y/N told her. “Okay.” Ali said with a nod.

“I’ll go home and call Daniel back.” Ali said standing up from the couch. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Ali said. “See you tomorrow.” Y/N said back. Ali gave her a soft smile and then made her way out of the house.

Once Y/N heard the front door close shut she picked up the remote control back up and went back to flipping through the channels.

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At the party Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off Daniel and Claire. Every time she sees him touch his hand or arm, she feels this burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. Seeing Daniel smiling and laughing with Claire made her feel sick to her stomach.

Y/N was talking with some friends when she saw Claire walk away from Daniel. Claire was standing at the table where all the drinks were at. “I’ll be right back.” Y/N said to her friends. Y/N walked towards Claire and completely lost control of her actions. When she was right behind Claire, she used her right elbow to shove Claire into the table. Claire fell into the table knocking it over. The drinks fell off the table and were spilled all over the floor. Half of the drinks spilled all over Claire drenching her whole outfit. Everyone around started to laugh at Claire. Y/N was just staring down at Claire. Y/N was in shock at what she just did.

Daniel ran over to Claire. He saw what Y/N did. “Y/N! What the fuck are you doing?” Daniel asked her in a snappy tone looking up at her with a glare. “I-I don’t know.” Y/N stuttered since she was still in shock. Daniel just shook his head and put all of his attention on Claire who was trying to hold back the tears. Claire’s face was all red since she was in embarrassed. Daniel helping Claire up off the floor. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Daniel told her. Y/N watched Daniel walk away with Claire.

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Y/N was sitting outside on Ali’s porch. She was sitting on the top step by herself. She feels awful for what she did to Claire. She let her jealousy get the best of her.

“Y/N.” She heard a voice say her name. When she looked up, she saw Daniel standing there with an angry look in his eyes. “You want to explain to me what you did?” Daniel asked folding his arm over his chest. “I don’t know okay it just all happened so damn fast.” Y/N told him with frustration in her voice.

“Why?” Daniel asked her. “What?” Y/N asked in confusion. “Why did you do that to Claire?” Daniel asked her with frustration in his tone. “Ali told me you were fine with me bringing her here and then you do this. What the hell, Y/N?” Daniel said with a snappy tone. “It’s because I’m jealous alright!” Y/N told him standing up. “What?” Daniel asked taken by surprise as he unfolded his arms.

“I know I have no right to be jealous because I was the one that broke up with you, but I realized that I was fucking stupid.” Y/N told him as tears started to form in her eyes. “Y/N.” Daniel started. “Do you still love me?” Daniel asked her. Y/N just gave him a nod. “Y/N.” Daniel said in a soft voice as he looked at her with a sad look in his eyes. He went to go take her hand, but she stepped away from him.

“Doesn’t matter. You have Claire.” Y/N told him trying to hold in her tears from falling but she failed. “Y/N-” Daniel started to say but she cut him off. “I fucked up and that’s the end of the story.” Y/N told him.

She walked down the steps and to her car. Daniel watched her get into her car. Y/N started her car up and drove away. Daniel let out a sigh and walked back inside the house.

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It was the next day and Y/N was spending another day alone at her home. She was laying down onto the couch in the living room watching a movie. She was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. Y/N was exhausted since she barely got any sleep last night. She got home a little after ten the night before. She couldn’t fall asleep because she couldn’t stop thinking about what she did to Claire. She feels awful and wished she could go back in time and change what she did. Y/N has never done something like that before. Y/N isn’t known for being mean and causing pain towards others because she’s not that type of girl. Ali had called her to talk about what happened, but Y/N just ignored the calls.

Y/N was starting to drift off to sleep when she heard the doorbell ring. Y/N let out a loud groan as she sat up. She lazily got up off the couch and walked over to the front door. She was expecting it to be Ali but when she opened the door, she was wrong.

“Hi.” Daniel said in a soft voice. “Hey.” Y/N said shocked to see him. She saw the tired look in his eyes. He must’ve had a hard time sleeping last night, too. “Can I come in?” Daniel asked in a curious tone. Y/N gave him a nod as she stepped to the side for him to walk in.

“Claire and I aren’t seeing each other anymore.” Daniel told her walking inside. Y/N shut the door and looked at him with a sad look in her eyes. “Shit! I’m so sorry Daniel.” Y/N told him feeling responsible. “I can talk to her for you.” Y/N told him, but he shook his head no.

“I’m the one that broke up with her.” Daniel told her. “Why?” Y/N asked with a surprised look in her eyes. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said to me.” Daniel told her. He took one of her hands into his and this time she let him.

“I still love you, too.” Daniel told her giving her hand a light squeeze. “I was wondering if you would like to give us another try.” Daniel said with a soft smile forming on his lips. Y/N’s lips turned up into a smile, too. “Yes.” Y/N said with a nod.

“Can I kiss you now?” Daniel asked making Y/N let out a giggle. “You don’t have to ask.” Y/N told him. She used her other hand to pull him down. She connected her lips with his’s.

[jaidens]

You'll See Me In Hindsight, Tangled Up With You All Night

pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning [s] : | kissing | jaiden releasing not one but TWO daniel fics in a row 🫢 | y'all im sick and I wrote this on benadryl brain so if it's horrible let me know fr

a/n [s] : requests are open stinkers

Whenever Daniel invited you to his house for dinner and a movie with him, it made you undeniably giddy as you walked inside with him. Lucille, his mother, is throwing around pots and turning around in her tiny kitchen making some sort of Italian food you weren't able to put your finger on. “Sorry about the mess.” Daniel apologizes as you walk inside of his tiny room. He has a twin bed in the corner, a desk, and the walls are decked out in posters and The Jets flags.

“Baby it's fine!” You let out when Daniel begins picking up everything on the floor and throwing it in different places. He stands up and you pull him into his bed, tugging against his dusty pink button-up t-shirt. “Sorry, I just forgot.” Daniel apologizes for a second time and you shush him and your hands fall into his thick mop of hair that's on his head. He's mumbling about school and how one of his teachers was yelling for no reason.

His mother calls you both for dinner and you jump up with him, holding onto the belt loop on the back of his jeans. Lucille is setting things on the small table, lasagna and other plates on it. “This looks amazing, Ms. Larusso!” You exclaim and Daniel agrees, thumb running circles on your thigh. “Well thank you! It's my Nonna’s recipe. When Daniel was a kid, he used to beg everyday for this lasagna!” Lucille is quite loud and now you understand where Daniel gets his likeable personality.

You and Lucille share stories from childhood, about Daniel, and other situations as you get to know his mother. You had only met her at karate tournaments or accidental run-ins at school. Dinner ends after a while as Daniel scrapes his plate of leftover sauce and cheese as he smiles at the interactions with both of the people he loves. Lucille picks up your plates and Daniel pulls you to the L-shaped couch and he turns the TV on and scrolls throughout the channels.

Eventually, he ends up on a Jamie Lee Curtis horror movie, and it's just begun. You're laying in his arms and he holds onto your hand as he draws circles on your t-shirt. The t-shirt you're wearing is his, and it's the West Valley Soccer team championship one. You had borrowed it permanently whenever he had left his gym bag with you after you had accidentally taken it home.

You cannot tell if he chose to, or not to. He knew you weren't exactly scared of horror movies, but they still made your bones shake and shiver when you watched them. Daniel. holds onto you at a steady grip. He makes sure to continue soft runnings of the tips of his fingers across your chest.

You rely on the calming feeling of his touch, soft kissing against his lips once the movie starts to almost reach the climax of it. Your lips clash and cling together as you take your attention from the television to the feeling of him everywhere. “Thank you Daniel. For inviting me over.” You say to him, twirling the longer hair in the back that curls on your pointer finger. “Of course baby, anytime.”

The night ends with pecks against lips, giggling and laughing, and jumps on the couch after someone screams too loud or something different. This is where you need to be: in Daniel’s warm touch and the smell of him that wraps around you.

[bloodyboi]

[happy74827]

Real Life Fairytale

[Robby Keene x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You tried so hard not to be that girl, but the more you were around him, the more you were convinced clichés could be a good thing.

WC: 712

Category: Fluff, First Kiss

Since Cobra Kai coming back later this month, here’s some fluff with the Marty Mcfly of karate.

『••✎••』

It was a typical cliché, and as much as you hated it, there was something that still pulled at you. Something that pulled you right into the arms of none other than Robby Keene.

Your relationship had been rocky at best; it had started out with him pickpocketing your purse and the two of you becoming friends because, at the time, you believed he was simply returning what you lost.

Of course, when your friendship officially became a friendship, he told you the truth and apologized. LaRusso had offered him a job, and everything he did suddenly became about changing his life and earning his place. He wanted to prove to his father that he was more than just some punk-ass kid from the wrong side of the tracks.

So, how did that bring you to where you are now? How did a guy like Robby Keene, dressed up in Marty McFly attire, become the center of your universe?

The Halloween Bash, of course.

Originally, the entire group of friends, the past feud between Robby and Miguel, had long been forgotten, so they decided to do one big group costume. Demetri thought it would be a good idea to go with the Power Rangers, which was fine, except for the fact that Eli was the only one who actually wanted to be a Ranger. Everyone else was either not impressed or completely clueless about who they were.

In the end, the group split off into their own individual costumes, and that's how you ended up with your favorite movie being used as the basis for your outfits.

It took a lot of convincing on your part. I mean, the dude looked practically identical to the real actor; he was the obvious choice. Throw a Walkman on him, and boom, the costume is perfect.

He blamed it on the hair, which it technically was. Ever since he ditched Dora's cut with Diego, he just became that geeky kid who freaked at the word 'chicken.'

And in all honesty, you truly believed he hated that word, too. Eli said it to bait him once, and he did not go down easily.

It only took you an hour to convince him, but after a while, he relented, and the costume was finalized.

So, obviously, when the two of you walked in with swag that only the 80s could pull off, you stayed for about an hour before Robby got bored and decided ice cream was the cure.

Now, the two of you were sitting on the steps of an apartment building, eating a gallon of ice cream and talking.

You swear, you didn't mean for it to happen, but the way he looked at you with those soft, blue eyes and the smile that could make a nun blush, you found yourself leaning closer.

"I had fun," he spoke quietly, his words dancing over your lips. "Even if I do look ridiculous."

You giggled. "Well, isn't that why we have Halloween? To look ridiculous?"

He shrugged and leaned closer, his eyes searching yours.

"You don't look ridiculous, though," you continued. "I think you look pretty good in a life preserver."

He grinned. "Yeah?"

It was something about the way he said that. The way you could hear the smile in his voice, but most of all, the way he looked at you when he said it. Like he was looking for permission to continue with what was already happening.

So, you answered by leaning in, connecting your lips with his, and giving him all the permission he needed.

His hands instantly flew to your hips, tugging you closer, and you found your own hands wrapping around his neck, deepening the kiss.

It was perfect, just like the movies. You regretted dressing up as Doc Brown, though. Not only was the radiation suit itchy, but you were acting like Jennifer Parker, and you didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Still, with the white hair off and his headphones finding their home around his neck, you figured maybe you'd force him to keep that part of the costume because, the way he was looking at you, you didn't want it to end.

You were sure it wouldn't, not any time soon.

[dljcem]

daniel larusso fluff alphabet? <33

— ❀⋆˙ JUNA

daniel larusso x gn!reader

tags: fluff alphabet, not proofread, written with karate kid 1 daniel in mind

“i don’t have to think; with you, there’s no pretending.”

a- admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

he loves how you can stand up for yourself. he’s more than happy to step in when needed—show off a few of his trusty karate moves—but it’s always captivating to see you hold your own. the fire in your eyes is enough to make him melt.

b- body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

he likes your eyes—how they soften with concern after his rougher practices, how they light up with excitement when he shows up unannounced. he could stare into them all day and never get tired. but he’s still a teenage boy at heart, so… he thinks your thighs are pretty nice, too.

c - cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

his preference is holding you from behind—wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head in the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. there’s something so intimate about it—it makes him feel soft and a little mushy inside. he’s not opposed to being held, either.

d - domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

he hasn’t given the future much thought—life in the present keeps him plenty busy—but he’s always known he wants to settle down someday. get married, have a kid or two, maybe a dog just because. it’s one of those certainties he’s carried with him for as long as he can remember. and when he meets you, something shifts. suddenly, it’s not just a distant dream—it’s a real, tangible future.

he’s not exactly skilled in the kitchen or all that handy with chores, but he’s more than willing to try. even if it ends with the floor soaked or eggs somehow stuck to the ceiling.

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he wouldn’t take it lightly. even if he’s not in love with you anymore, he still respects you more than anyone else. he’s not the type to ghost or pull away quietly—he’d want to talk, even if his voice shakes the whole way through.

f - fiancee (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

he’s all for commitment. when it comes to relationships, he’s headstrong—and when he knows you’re the one, he’s all in. no hesitation, no second-guessing. as for timing, he’d probably pop the question not long after you both turn eighteen. he doesn’t see the point in waiting around. he’s certain about you, and he’s not afraid to show it.

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s usually playful, full of teasing grins and comments—but when it matters, he can be gentle. physically, he’s always careful with you; not because he doubts your strength, but because he loves you. and he wants to treat you with the utmost respect, always.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

he absolutely adores hugs. they become something of a tradition between the two of you—a wordless hello, goodbye, i love you, and everything in between. on ordinary days, his hugs are light—a quick wrap of his arms around your waist. but in the moments that matter, he holds on tighter, buries his face in your shoulder, and lets himself sink into the warmth of your skin.

i - i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

as soon as he knows, he says it. no second thoughts, no hesitation—it just slips out, unplanned but entirely genuine.

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

he’s driven more by his heart than his head, so jealousy comes easily to him. it’s usually fleeting—just a heat-of-the-moment reaction—but it happens more often than he’d like to admit. when it does, he tends to get a little clingy: hugging you from behind, slipping a hand into your back pocket, anything to keep you close.

k - kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

kisses turn into a habit between the two of you. soft ones in greeting, deeper ones as good luck charms before his tournaments. he’s a simple guy—he prefers kissing you on the lips, though your cheek is a close second. as for him, he’s not picky. kiss him anywhere, and he’ll melt. having your lips on him feels like a blessing, no matter what.

l - little ones (how are they around children?)

he’s great at entertaining them—cracking jokes, making silly faces, playing games. but when it comes to calming them down or scolding them? yeah… that part doesn’t come as naturally.

m - morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

mornings with him are slow and lazy. he loves his sleep, so getting out of bed is always a struggle. most days he’ll wrap his arms around you and plead for just a few more minutes. on busy mornings, the two of you move through your routine together—brushing your teeth in the same mirror, sharing breakfast, maybe even squeezing in a shower before heading out.

n - night (how are nights spent with them?)

nights with him are nothing short of comforting. he’s usually worn out by the end of the day, so his playful energy softens into something gentler. he’ll pull you close, half-listen to you talk with sleepy eyes, or run his fingers through your hair while telling you about his own day. it’s his favorite way to unwind—just the two of you, warm and safe.

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 doesn’t always mean to, but he’s an open book the second he realizes how safe he feels around you. it doesn’t come out all at once, though—he shares things gradually, in passing comments and deep conversations.

p - patience (how easily angered are they?)

his emotions tend to get the best of him, so he can get frustrated pretty easily. but after a few early arguments, he learns to rein it in—when to bite his tongue, when to walk away, and when to simply listen. all because he cares about you that much.

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 remembers all the little things his brain latches onto—your coffee order, your favorite color, the way you fidget when you’re nervous. but birthdays and anniversaries? total blank sometimes. it’s like his brain forgets how to function when it actually counts.

r - remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

your first date means the world to him. it was the night everything shifted—the night he realized how much better he was when he was with you. you went to an arcade. laughed until your stomachs hurt, took goofy photo booth pictures, shared a giant bottle of lemonade, and kissed—giggled into each other’s mouths with the taste of sugar and citrus on your lips.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

he’s extremely protective. if someone even looks at you wrong, his body’s already on high alert—jaw tight, eyes sharp, muscles tensed like he’s ready to step in. he’d argue for you without hesitation, and if it came to it, he’d fight for you too.

being protected isn’t his favorite—it bruises his pride more than he’ll admit—but when you cheer him on or take his side in a fight, it makes his heart flutter.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he puts minimal effort into the everyday. over time, dates become part of your routine—grocery runs, sunrise bike rides, walks where you don’t really go anywhere but still end up holding hands. but for birthdays and anniversaries? he goes all out. decorations, plans, handwritten notes, the whole thing. he wants those memories to stick.

u - ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

his communication sucks at first. when he’s upset, he shuts down completely—goes quiet, pulls away, avoids you entirely like it’ll somehow fix things. he means well; he just doesn’t know how to talk about things without feeling overwhelmed or guilty. it takes time, and a lot of patience, but he slowly gets better.

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he keeps himself clean and his hair in check, but beyond that, he doesn’t stress. says he’s “effortlessly charming” with a grin that both annoys and endears you. and honestly? he kind of is.

w - whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

completely. you’re not just his partner—you’re part of his rhythm, his daily routine. he kisses you before class, eats lunch with you when he can, calls you before bed. when you’re not there, everything feels a little off. like he’s going through the motions without the part that makes them matter.

x - xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

even though he’s soft with you most of the time, he loves sparring. something about the fire in your eyes when you’re trying to win makes his heart race. he never really minds losing either—because losing means you pinning him down, grinning with that victorious glint in your eye.

y - yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

he can’t stand people who play games with feelings. loyalty matters a lot to him—he gives it fully and expects the same in return. if someone’s flaky, noncommittal, or treats love like it’s disposable, he’s out. no second chances.

z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

he sleeps like a starfish—and somehow, you’re always the surface he lands on. one leg slung over your stomach, an arm across your chest, his face tucked into your shoulder. it’s sweet until you wake up sore and stiff and he just blinks at you like he has no clue in the whole wide world.

[cades-outsider]

Hawk X Reader SMUT

Warnings: Smut, just absolute SMUT!

A Burning Passion 4

  "I'm tired of you being so defensive over everything" You huff. Hawks face turns stone cold as he scoffs.

  "Well if that's how you feel then this-" he points to you and him "is over" he spits as he harshly hands you his hoodie.

  That was definitely not what you wanted, your heart tells you to go after him but your feet keep you planted where you are.

  Turns out he was the one who got you after all.

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  Hawk hadn't spoken to you since then. He wouldn't even glance at you in the halls, and even if he did he would throw snarky comments your way. You showed defeat, not daring to utter another word to him. In fear you'd only push him away more.

  Every time you closed your eyes all you could see was him, as you ran the tips of your fingers against your lips gazing at the mirror in the schools bathroom, you felt his lips on yours. Your fingers moved to your arm to which you could only feel how he was touching you that night.

  Your eyes started to water as your heart ached, why hadn't you gone after him that night? He was so sweet and caring until you let your mind get the best of you.

  You still had his hoodie from the last encounter. It smelt like him, and over time as it faded you grew more needing of him. Not just the sex and the thrill of being caught, but him.

  You were snapped back into reality when the bathroom door snapped open, your hands automatically come to wipe away the tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

  As the stall door slammed shut you looked back into the mirror and let out a deep sigh, touching up your concealer to cover the puffiness under your eyes.

  The bell rang throughout the school house, signaling for lunch. Your heart started to race because of what you were about to do. You couldn't hold back anymore, all the cold shoulders and hateful glares Hawk sent your way ate you up.

  You rushed out of the bathroom and into the lunch room, automatically spotting Hawk and his friends as they were the loudest group.

  Hawk has his leg propped up onto the chair beside him, head to the side laughing because of something his friends had said. You were so close to backing out, but your legs had other plans as you neared his table.

Their laughter dies as Mitch slaps Hawk on the shoulder signaling your way, you now stood just a few feet away from him as he turned to look at who Mitch was pointing to. His smile automatically fades as he stands up quickly, his nostrils flare up and his jaw clenches.

"What do you want, princess?" He sneers with such venom as he closes the gap in between you two, he glares down at you while you look up at him with nervous eyes.

"I wanna talk about us" Your voice comes out weak and shaky.

"Us? There is no us Y/n" Hawks expression hardens at the word.

"You...you don't mean that..." You protest, your heart shatters as your legs grow weak.

"Oh I mean it, you of all people know I keep my word princess" he laughs angrily.

Your expression hardens, matching his anger. You needed him so bad that your emotions got the best of you, your anger started taking over, you couldn't take his constant switching up moments. Yes you had messed up, but so had he and right now he was acting entitled, he isn't the only one who gets to be angry.

You start to laugh, matching his anger as tears start to fall down your face. Though Hawk found you extremely hot in this moment, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Okay have it your way, but if you think we hated each other before then your in for a rude awakening...-" You lift your head up as you stand on your tippy toes, faces side by side and before you could even stop yourself. You whisper "-lip" into his ear.

You back away from his face, his eyes softened as he looked around subconsciously, his hand come up to cover his mouth before he could stop it. You felt bad, but that didn't stop a smirk from falling onto your lips.

It wasn't until you walked away and was out of his view when you pressed your hands against your head, squeezing your eyes shut "what the fuck did I just do..."

-

After that day you stood true to your word, you would flip him off in the hallways, laugh at him when he would trip up, constantly calling him lip or loser- even though you knew it hurt him and your heart twisted in pain every time you put him down you couldn't stop.

-

The coach blows the whistle, telling us to get back in place. You take your place in front of the soccer ball and on the sound of the whistle you start kicking the ball to the goal until someone's foot comes under yours, stealing the ball and causing you to trip.

"Thanks princess" Hawk mocks you with his laugh.

You glare at him as he laughs over his shoulder, but nonetheless you run up until your beside him, shoulder to shoulder you push him as hard as you can watching as he falls on his side.

You hear the sound of the whistle go off "let's take it easy on the physical contact!" The coach yells as it was your turn to mock Hawk.

You bend down to Hawks level "good job loser" you laugh as you start back running with the ball.

He's pissed. He stands up while the guy in front of him runs like a sloth, he's so pissed off he pushes the innocent guy harshly and watches as he hits the ground.

Another whistle goes off "hey!" The coach warns as you kick the ball into the goal, winning for your team.

You go for a water break as the coach yells for another round, you expect Hawk to come up to you but instead he yanks the red team shirt off and makes his way back into the school, to which you assume would be the locker rooms.

You couldn't help yourself so you went after him, just before the door to the boys locker room closes you wrap your fingers around the handle. Careful not to make too much noise you walk in, closing the door and locking it.

Hawk went to one of the sinks, placing both of his hands on either side. He looks in the mirror, sweat dripping from his face, his jaw clinched, nostrils flared and his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the sink.

"Didn't know i got to you that much lip" You smirked, keeping up your act.

You watch as his eyes move from his face to yours through the mirror, he slams one of his hands against the sink and rushes over to you. His body flush against yours as he harshly pushes you up against the hard wood door. His right hand slams on the door just above your head.

Your skins on fire just from the small contact, the heat from his body dragging onto yours as your sweaty bodies collided. Your breathing picks up, eyes immediately drifting to his lips but quickly back to his eyes before he noticed.

"Who do you think you are princess?" Hawks gaze turns harsh as the veins and mussels show against his arms.

You don't give him a response at first, until you've finally had enough. You harshly push his body off of yours, "no. Don't you dare Hawk! I know it was wrong of me to act like a bitch that night, but you don't get to treat me the way you did and not expect me to do the same! I fucking hate you for that!" You yell.

  "Yeah? You hate me?" Hawk says almost seductively. He walks back up to you, hand on your waist "show me how much you hate me princess..." He starts breathing unevenly as you look up at him.

  You practically throw yourself on him, exactly like you did that night. But this time, you know you won't regret it. You grab Hawks face, eyes staring into each others while he tightens his grip on your thighs. Your legs wrap around his waist in a death grip, you could already feel how hard he was for you.

  You smashed your lips onto his, moaning as he uses one of his hands to hold the back of your head as he kisses you like he's in love with you.

  Hawk try's to carry you to the bench but instead he ends up slamming your back into the lockers, creating a loud noise as you whimper and arch your back into his.

  Your eyes widen and you pull away from him, "wait we're at school Hawk" you say as you try to get down from his hold.

  "Oh no. You wanted this, you're gonna take it" He groans, he pushes his crotch into yours to keep you steady as he grabs the top of your gym shirt, ripping it in half exposing your bra covered tits.

  "What the fuck Hawk?!" You push his shoulder.

  "Shut up princess" He rolls his eyes as he places his lips on yours while his hands wander to your chest, feeling you up.

  He pulls away from the kiss only to actually carry you over to one of the very thin wood benches and places you on it so everything but your ass is against it.

  Hawk yanks his shirt off before he spreads your legs farther so he can bend down to your face. He lightly kisses your lips, trailing the small butterfly kisses all the way down while holding eye contact as you moan.

  He yanks your shorts and panties down in one swift motion, exposing your bare pussy to him all over again. He wastes no time before pulling his own down, his hard cock dripping with pre-cum.

  He makes you watch as he strokes his cock with his hand, his head falls back as his mouth falls open "y/n" he moans out.

  "Fuck. Please Hawk...." You beg of him.

  He looks at you, still stroking his cock but at a faster pace "be patient princess" he whimpers as his cock starts leaking with more beads of pre-cum.

  You practically whine until he lightly slaps his cock on your clit, the slightest touch making you a whore for him.

  Your dripping pussy begging to be fucked by him, you roll your eyes at the teasing "c'mon stop being a loser and just fuck me already" you say, resorting to the worse possible comment. It worked.

  Hawks eyes turn a darker shade as his jaw clenches, forcefully he stuffs his cock into your soaked pussy. It takes you by surprise as you let a small squeal fall out by accident.

  His cock hits all the right places as he stretches you out, "can a loser fuck you like this?" He asks condescendingly as he uses both of his hands to yank your bra down, your perky tits bouncing with each harsh thrust.

  You don't say anything, it feels so good it leaves you speechless. Your hands go behind your head voluntarily to steady yourself, grabbing onto the sides of the bench. Your hair goes everywhere as your bodies slip together easily because of how sweaty you both were before.

  There was something so thrilling about the possibility of getting caught which only made you more wet, gushing around Hawks cock as your pussy makes lewd sounds.

You found yourself gazing up at him, he looked so pretty even in such a state. As his cock continues to fill you up in every way possible, you found yourself questioning why you even 'hated' him to begin with.

Maybe it was because he was an arrogant asshole sometimes, or because he would bully innocent people, or maybe just maybe it was because you were in love with him.

Your eyes meet Hawks again and in that moment you wanted to reveal all your deepest secrets to him. You wanted to tell him how much you were in love with him. You could barely suppress your moans until loud banging erupted from the other side of the locked door.

Hawk's hips stilled, cock fully stuffed inside of you. You're eyes widened as you covered your mouth and Hawk snapped his gaze over to the door. You both watch as the door knob starts to jiggle.

He pulls you up keeping his cock inside of you as he rushes to one of the showers, turning the hot water on and closing the thin curtain behind you both, once again slamming you up against the wall.

You're both completely soaked, you expect him to pull out of you as keys start to jiggle from behind the door but instead he looks you straight in the eyes "think you can be quite for me princess?" Hawk whispers, tightly wrapping his hand against your mouth as he smirks, not allowing you to answer him.

The next thing you know he's using his other hand that's holding you up to help move your hips with his, fucking you perfectly as your hips start moving with his hand movements.

Your eyes roll back into your head as the coach lets in the rest of the boys. You pray your underwear are somewhere out of sight as you're being fucked in the shower.

"Hawk is that you?" A voice calls out and you can barley comprehend what's going on, all you feel is pleasure from his cock.

"Yeah!" he yells over the shower, his breathing staggering as his head leans against yours.

You look so beautiful like this, his hand wrapped around your pretty mouth as you're taking his cock. He feels his high near, letting out more noises than intended.

The hot water from the shower has hawks hair completely down, crowned around his face. You've never seen him like this, your pussy clenches at the sight, your nails dig down his back, surely leaving marks.

He brings his mouth to your ear, hand tightening on your mouth "cum for me princess" he whimpers. That's it for you as your eyes roll in the back of your head, your cum leaking around his dick, tightening up around him.

Hawk clenches his jaw as he tries to stay quiet, fucking you with no mercy while he tries to make less noise as possible. Your hands move to his hair, pulling it as you feel his hot cum fill you up to the brim.

His movements still as he removes his hand from your mouth, letting it go to your other thigh to hold you upright. Hawk makes eye contact with you, he can't help himself from pressing his lips up against yours.

He's so gentle with you, he's slightly shaking from his orgasm as are you. He pulls away from your lips, listening as he hears the last person leave the locker room. You whimper as he falls out of you, gently placing you back on your feet.

He turns off the shower while you flip your bra back to its place, though it sticks to you like glue. Hawk pulls the thin curtain back in search for a towel. He grabs the nearest one and places it around you, grabbing one for himself.

You felt exhausted.

But the question is; What happens now?

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stolen glances - daniel larusso

IN THE MIDDLE of the school hallways, Y/N found herself staring out at Daniel Larusso who was always entwined in something, or with someone.

The only times she had ever really spoken to Daniel were the times she would drop off treats with Mr. Miyagi for his help fixing her car. Since those have ended, she hadn’t seen Daniel anywhere other than school.

So she took advantage of it, everyday that he ran down that hallway, or greeted his friends, she watched. Discreetly, of course. She enjoyed seeing if he’d wear his shades or not, if he had a new black eye, and what his hair would look like.

As for Daniel, he never really took much notice to it. Not until Ali Mills, his good friend, pointed it out to him. “You oughta ask that girl out the way she’s been looking at you.” She laughed, sharing looks with the rest of her friends as they saw her swiftly walk by, clinging on to her books and fixing her hair that fell perfectly onto her shoulders.

“Who, L/N?” Daniel inquired, looking up from his shirt that he fixed to Y/N. Ali and the rest of the group nodded eagerly and watched as Daniel shook his head.

“Nah, she’s got her own thing going on.” And he was right, other than school, of community service - she was completely to herself.

So for weeks, it went on. Y/N slowly gave up on this childlike crush she held on Larusso, and as the end of their senior year came, the thought of him was almost completely out of her mind. She minded her own, and on this particular Friday, she continued doing that.

She held her binder in hand as she pushed the doors to the outside swiftly, passing up many people who spoke to their friends. It was often that Johnny Lawrence would berate her in first period for being such a school-obsessed girl, but she didn’t care, and never did. She took her homework out at lunch, to a spot under a tree and worked on it.

Out here, it was a lot more quiet, and that was just how she liked it.

Her nose was stuck in her science book, and her hand had been carefully moving to perfect her one pager for that class until a soccer ball had hit her notebook, knocking her books and pencil out of her hand. “Are you serious?” She sighed, gathering her belongings and cleaning up before taking the soccer ball, and standing up to return it. She made her way over, and looking up, she noticed that Daniel Larusso was making his way over to meet her in the middle. And he did.

“Hey..” he paused a bit as his eyes met hers, and it was quiet for a bit before she handed over the soccer ball. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s fine.”

His eyes searched hers as he held the soccer ball, tossing it from one hand to another and now - he took notice to the pretty specks upon her face, he knew she was a striking girl, but now that he was so close, it seemed as if the fact that she’d never give him such a chance left his mind.

“Well..” Y/N gestured to the soccer ball, and watched as he tossed it aside and back to his friends, a small welcoming smile overcoming his lips.

Y/N’s brows furrowed and she noticed as Daniel stuffed his hands into his pocket instinctively. “There’s an end the school year party tonight, you get invited?” As the question left his mouth, he knew it was stupid of him to ask. Y/N shook her head, and as much as she wanted to walk away - there was no chance she would.

“Well…” Another staring contest.

Daniel blinked his eyes after a few seconds, and he continued his sentence. “Why don’t you come with me?”

“Excuse me?” Y/N held back a laugh of disbelief, and Daniel nodded, insistently.

“Yeah, how ‘bout it?” There was a small pause, Y/N glanced back to her homework, and eventually turned back to Daniel.

“Hm, alright.” She sheepishly agreed, and another smile creeped onto Daniel’s face, and he clapped in triumph.

“Alright? Alright!” His hand touched her shoulder as his friends called him back, yelling his name. “Hey, I’ll get you around 7, sound good to you?”

“It does.” Y/N nodded, and with that he ran off.

Later that night, the two adolescents had both remembered that Daniel never even took her address down so at 7:20, he still wasn’t there. The girl began removing her makeup, a slight frown on her face the whole time until there was various knocks at the door, aggressive knocks at that.

She answered it, and there Daniel was. Panting, and holding up a paper with her address on it. “Asked Miyagi.”

After the short drive, they made it to the party. Daniel immediately put his hand on Y/N’s back and led her to the back. There was no doubt that people took these things serious, some were shotgunning their drinks, or chugging it to see who could finish the fastest. There were people in the corner of the house making out, people going upstairs and Daniel awkwardly gulped at the sight of that.

The two were only inside for so long, it was loud, humid, and extremely obnoxious. They sat on the stairs and as the music blared into their ears, Y/N leaned over, yelling into Daniel’s ear.

“Think I’m gonna go inside.” She began to prop herself up.

“I’ll come withya!” He yelled back, taking her hand and the two snuck to the back, shutting the door behind them and finally finding some peace. They sat on the edge of the pool, Y/N was criss crossed, and Daniel’s feet were in the pool.

“Sorry about this. Not an ideal place to get to know you.”

It was quiet between the two, Daniel apologized and Y/N hummed in response, but that was all for a while. That was all until he hesitantly laughed, “You know what’s funny..”

“Hm?”

“My pals told me I should ask you out.”

“Excuse me?” Y/N furrowed her brows, looking over and Daniel’s eyes immediately widened.

“Woah! No! That’s not why I’m here.”

“I just - I couldn’t when they said to. Even though I definitely caught you staring a few times…” He glanced over at Y/N, watching as her cheeks burned, and she fixed her vision on the pool water. “I just didn’t believe you wanted anything to do with me.”

“Listen, Daniel - ”

“ - I was right to think so. Look at the stuff I’m bringing you to, and you probably just hate these.”

“You’re all about your future and I couldn’t even think of mine.” He scoffed, staring out at the pool.

“Will you be quiet?” Y/N spoke up, her voice raising a bit and she bit her lip, rolling her eyes a bit before speaking up. “I’ve been all about you since you got here, so whatever you’re thinking, just don’t.”

After that, silence overcame the two. Daniel’s expression of worry turned into a faint expression of excitement, and Y/N scolded herself quietly for confessing so easily.

“You what?” Daniel asked, pointing to his ear.

“You heard me, Larusso.”

“Not too well.” He sighed, and Y/N smiled a bit, watching him do the same as he looked up at her. His fairly sparkly brown eyes met hers, and suddenly, everything else around them ceased to exist. Daniel’s smile faded a bit, he nervously took her hand in his, and he leaned in. Slowly, he leaned in. His eyes searched hers constantly to make sure she was alright with this, and when their lips neared, he slightly stopped, and was greatly taken aback when Y/N had eagerly closed the gap. She pressed her parted lips against his closed ones, and leaned into the kiss.

Daniel took his hand to her knee, and the other to the back of her head to hold her there. Gently, he kissed her, and when they slowly pulled away, there were no words exchanged. None but timid laughs as they shared warm smiles.

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Thank you for sending me prompts for LawRusso🤍🤍 I loved all ideas but when @darkcrowprincess said yin & yang, it immediately sparked an idea because I just love that concept for them 🖤🤍

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Spoilers for Karate Kid Legends

WHAT WAS THE DOMESTIC ASS POST-CREDITS SCENE WITH JOHNNY AND DANIEL. BRO. THEY JIST HANG OUT AT THE MIYAGI-DO TOGETHER, ALONE, AFTER ALL THEIR STUDENTS LEFT, AND DRINK BEERS AND COME UP WITH “BUSINESS IDEAS”???

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the salt on our lips — lawrusso

SYNOPSIS: daniel hasn't seen johnny around since he won at the all valley tournament. and for some strange reason, a part of him missed the tension and fights. a night at a beach party forces them to face each other once again and this time, instead of throwing a fist at daniel, johnny breaks down and his true feelings finally spill out.

WC: 3k

WARNING: nothing much. just some fluff, angst and johnny being a crybaby.

the waves of the pastel beach softly hit daniels feet that submerged in the shore. he's looking out into sky, into seemingly nothingness. after the all valley tournament, it felt like everything became dull and boring. he should be feeling like a champion, but all he felt was empty.

johnny seemed to stay clear from daniel's view after that day. but for some reason, daniel didn't like that. a part of him doesn't want to accept that he enjoyed the thrill of being in fights and find new ways to piss off johnny lawrence. he missed seeing that smirk, the smirk he could punch right off his face.

it was when the volleyball came bouncing on daniel's shoulder, interrupting him from his deep thought. it was freddy.

"larusso! you're not thinking of drowning yourself in there, are you? I still gotta beat you at foot volley! c'mon, 3v3! " freddy yelled. daniel smirked at his friend's enthusiasm. he figured he would play a round just to please him.

"yeah, yeah I'm comin. you better be ready, fernandez," he yelled back. it was then when he caught a glimpse of someone looking over his way. he didn't have to look directly, he could just tell.

that blonde hair was unmistakeable. it was shining in the summer sunlight, beaming like a tanning board. but daniel ignored him, making his way towards the net where a couple of guys were already there with freddy.

the day soon started to bleed. daniel kept feeling johnny's eyes on him. he really wanted to look back at him, just to see his reaction. but daniel kept it to himself and focused on having fun.

eventually the sun hid away and the stars showed themselves, everyone ditched swimming and playing as it got colder and the sand was starting to cool down. some of the boys started to burn firewood in some areas. daniel and his gang decided to call it a day before finishing up the last round of foot volley.

they soon retreated to one of the groups that huddled around the fire, warming and thawing themselves from the cold air.

daniel crouched down on the mat, warming his hands and rubbing them together to generate more heat and friction.

and that's when he noticed it again. that blonde hair in the corner of his vision.

this time, he didn't hesitate. he glanced directly at johnny. it was odd, though. his expression didn't hold contempt or anger or anything. it just looked like johnny was gazing at daniel just because he was in his line of sight. johnny's hooded eyes widened upon the sudden eye contact.

daniel looked away just as quickly, wondering why he'd done that. that look on johnny... it was the last thing he expected. he was glad there were ten people around them, otherwise this would've been a really awkward situation.

"larusso," freddy started speaking after the group fell into silence. daniel looked up at his friend, "yeah, fred?"

freddy slowly turned his gaze at johnny who kept his arms folded and legs stretched carelessly. he was slouching on his seat, acting as if he was dragged from his bed to attend this party.

"you and ken over there... i noticed something," freddy's tone had a hint of mischief in it.

johnny's head snapped up, his stare could throw daggers at freddy. but he managed to compose himself, miraculously.

"yeah what is it," asked daniel, though he really wished he didn't.

"you haven't talked to each other since you threw your foot at his face in the competition. what happened, trouble in paradise?"

the group started to chuckle, murmurs starting to increase in volume.

"HEY! you better shut your hole, dipshit, before I shove my hand in it," johnny's voice was firm. he almost jumped out of his seat.

daniel rolled his eyes but they eventually wandered over to johnny. he noticed something. his arch nemesis johnny lawrence was, undoubtedly, blushing. his cheeks and ears were bright red, probably a bit amplified by the fire casting on his face. but daniel was sure of it. john lawrence was blushing.

freddy could only grin, feeling proud of himself in getting the group to laugh along. daniel shot him an unamused look.

"you two got burning chemistry—"

"I said SHUT. IT." johnny stood up faster than freddy could blink. it sent a jolt through everyone, even daniel.

"jeez, calm down, lawrence. you never heard of a joke before?" one of the cobra kais chuckled, unserious.

johnny fixed his shirt, but his face still lingering with warmth, "jokes should be funny, dutch."

"don't take it personally, lawrence. we're all having fun," freddy was smug, he knew johnny wouldn't make a move in front of all these people.

the fact is, after getting his face kicked at the tournament, johnny had been more reserved. he stopped picking on people, stopped showing his face in places. and all the kids he used to bully didn't feel threatened anymore. including freddy.

but daniel knew johnny well. too well. by the look on his face, he could tell johnny was one poke away from mauling freddy like a bear. he had to do something.

"freddy, cut it out alright?" daniel frowned. luckily, freddy stopped teasing after that.

as the night grew longer, some kids started to leave. it was a school night and they had places to be.

"not coming?," freddy gathered his radio and mat, ready to call it a night.

daniel was getting cold and he didn't bring a jacket, but the beach was gigantic mess and he never felt comfortable leaving trash behind.

"someone's gotta be responsible to clean this all up," daniel shoved his hands in his jeans, sighing.

freddy nodded, "I would stay back and help you, you know that right? I just- I have a test tomorrow and I haven't studied one bit-"

daniel placed a hand on freddy, "just go," he gave freddy an affirming smile.

"I'll see ya tomorrow, catch you later dan," the boy headed to leave.

"oh and, you might wanna watch out for evil ken back there. you sure you wanna be alone with that guy?"

daniel turned around to see johnny still sitting by the dwindling firewood, lost in something. daniel hadn't noticed he was there.

"um, yeah. dont worry about it," daniel wasn't sure of himself when he said that. but that was enough for freddy. he entered his pickup truck and disappeared into the street.

daniel sighed as looked at the ground. soda cans, cigarette packs, scraps of food and any kind of litter that could come out of a highschool party-he was standing on it.

he rolled his sleeves up and began picking them up, one by one. going back and forth from the trashcan to the beach. it was tedious but he was the kind of person that felt accomplished after knowing he did something good.

"hey. karate boy," a voice called out. low, serious but strangely friendly.

daniel looked up. it was johnny. and he was holding the trashcan in his hands.

"much easier this way," johnny picked up the litter and threw it in the trashcan.

daniel was taken aback. he didn't expect johnny to approach, not after freddy humiliated him in front of everyone.

"oh,"

that was all that left daniel's mouth.

a few more minutes of picking litter passed. daniel's sneeze interrupted the calmness.

johnny looked over at daniel rubbing his nose, shuddering from the cold.

"what kind of idiot doesn't bring a jacket around?" johnny said, much irritated.

"oh give me a break, it was 30 degrees celsius when we got here," daniel's voice was nasally, but he didn't seem to mind—just annoyed that johnny of all people was scolding him about this.

johnny wanted to ignore him. he really did. every fibre in his being told him to just place the trashcan next to daniel and leave the damn beach.

but he didn't.

"...can't fuckin' believe this," johnny muttered under his breath. daniel heard something, but he couldn't make out what he said.

"huh?—" he turned towards johnny, but he was already there, hovering next to him.

johnny plopped his jacket on daniel hastily with no warning.

daniel stared at him for a little too long. he needed minutes, no, HOURS, to register what johnny had just done.

"what?" johnny asked acting as if nothing had happened, "did I do something wrong?"

daniel's shocked expression melted away and a soft grin took over his face. he wanted to laugh out loud, like, REALLY loud.

"I don't want your crusty old jacket," daniel looked away, but his smile was still evident.

johnny looked at him offended as if daniel had just cursed his whole bloodline.

"are you shittin' me? that's my favourite red jacket! you should know you're lucky to even-" johnny stopped mid sentence when he noticed daniel grinning. he could see him gripping the jacket tighter onto his body.

johnny didn't speak. he knew he had to say something; it was getting too awkward.

"you should thank me,"

"for what?"

"for saving you from hypothermia, knucklehead."

daniel scoffed. "right, thanks,"

johnny stopped and placed the trashcan next to him. "what am I even doing, why am I picking trash with you?" he looked around. the beach was isolated. it felt like he and daniel were the last people on earth.

daniel looked at johnny who stood just a foot away, "you tell me," the red jacket draped over his shoulders. he didn't dare put his arms through.

"you ought to wear the jacket properly," johnny's voice became low, as if he didn't want anyone to hear how much he was speaking to daniel right now.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he replied snarkily. "wouldn't want my biceps to stretch it out too much,"

"you bi-"

the wind blew past them, slowly making it evident that the night was getting late and they should head home before their parents called for a search party.

but somehow they found themselves walking nearer to the shore. away from the street and city lights. just the quiet hum of the waves spoke before them.

"I haven't seen you around since all valley," daniel was first to break the silence.

"I've been in hiding, I guess," johnny scratched the back of his neck even though it didn't itch.

daniel looked over at the blonde, like he was trying to decipher his facial features.

"hiding from little ol' me?" daniel smiled. it was the first time johnny saw him smile at him, first time he saw his teeth.

"did I do that to you during the tournament or was your teeth always that fucked up?" johnny bent down slightly, examining daniel's teeth like it was the most important thing in the world.

daniel punched him in the shoulder a little harder than he wanted to.

"ow! save it for the dojo, chuck norris," he rubbed over the spot over and over.

"be careful what you wish for, lawrence."

they let the silence consume them once again. but this time, it felt needed. it felt comfortable. it wasn't awkward or caused by a lack of understanding. they just took in each other's presence.

the space between them got smaller and smaller. daniel's headband straps flew with the wind while johnny's hair constantly falling over his eyes. they fiddled with their hands, played with the sand on the tip of their shoe... they did everything but talk.

daniel stared at the horizon. the moon's bright reflection over the sea casting on their faces.

johnny turned to daniel, the brunette didn't waste time to return his gaze. johnny had a smile on him, a smile that was warm, comforting and peaceful. a total opposite to the one he gave daniel the first time at the cobra kai dojo, one filled with malice, rage and threat.

this time, it felt like there was nothing between them. johnny's eyes glistened with some sort of realisation. daniel noticed. he noticed every detail on his face. the freckles he didn't know johnny had, the way his eyes hooded ever so slightly, and the way he was turning completely red

"you know... you blush a lot,"

johnny didn't seem to care that much, though. he just stared longingly at daniel.

"i don't even know what we fought about," johnny blinked.

"what do you mean you don't know? you beat me up every other day just for breathing in ali's direction!" daniel whined, his expression turning sour as he was recalling all the moments johnny made his life a hell.

the blond stood quiet, glancing at his shoes and kicking the rocks that hid beneath the sand.

"yeah, i... i don't know why i took it out on you,"

daniel slowly started to ease back out of his bubbling rage, "took what out on me?"

"i thought-" johnny's voice cracked, trembling and small. he was holding something in and each sound he made threatened it to come out more and more.

"i was over ali. i was over her the week after we dated. i thought she seemed like the one, but..."

tears. johnny lawrence had tears come out of his eyes. daniel didn't know what to do.

"but it didn't feel like how i thought it would be. nothing like it at all."

daniel shakily reached his hand out, contemplating if he should put a hand on him. it was funny; they had punched, jumped, and slapped each other like it was the most normal thing in the world but he couldn't bring himself to place a finger on him for comfort.

"and then i saw you with her and- and it drove me crazy," he pressed the heels of his palm on his eyes, as if it would make the tears fall any less.

"johnny, look, i never even knew you two were a thing,"

"it wasn't about me and her, daniel." his tone changed, it was firm. declarative.

daniel's eyebrows knitted in confusion, "what?"

"it was always you,"

daniel's hand retracted underneath the jacket. "m-me?"

johnny grabbed daniel's hands, interlocking their fingers together with a solid grip. he wasn't sure what he was doing, or why he was doing it. but he didn't want this moment to fleet away. he blurted the words out before daniel could even open his mouth.

"tell me, am i the only one that realised something in this feud? in our rivalry? that maybe we are more similar than we expected?"

daniel was shaken, the jacket slowly slipped down. he didn't have an answer. hell, he couldn't even process that question.

"johnny, i'm not-"

"don't..." johnny's voice softened. he neared daniel, his eyes just inches away from his. "larusso, tell me i'm not crazy to love you,"

daniel saw his reflection in johnny's bloodshot eyes. the boy was broken. he didn't know if he did something to johnny or that johnny had been fighting a whole different fight in his mind this whole time.

daniel didn't cough up an answer, but that wasn't an option. johnny needed a yes or no. "tell me, larusso. god, please, tell me something, anything."

"fuck, johnny, you're scaring me right now," daniel tried to loosen johnny's grip but to no avail.

johnny persisted, fingers locked as if they would die if they let go. he rested his forehead on daniel's, tears threatened to drop down once again.

"you're not crazy, okay?! i felt it too, johnny. i... i think i felt it too," daniel fessed. this wasn't the way he wanted it to go. curse you, lawrence.

johnny blinked in disbelief. an empty expression washed over his face. his grip loosened, but their hands never let go.

"like... like you f-felt-" johnny said it so frantically he stuttered saying just two words.

"yes," daniel whispered. "i didn't want to admit it but... you didn't give me any other choice,"

johnny slowly rested his forehead on daniel's shoulder. silent sobs emitted from him. daniel didn't say anything about it, he just let it happen.

"i'm sorry, daniel, i thought you were gonna..."

"reject you?"

johnny fell silent for a moment.

"punch me."

daniel paused. "punch you...?"

johnny stood back straight on his own. visible tear marks appeared on daniel's shoulder, but he didn't mind it at all.

"because i told you my feelings," johnny tried to wipe the tears from daniel's shoulder, eventually fiddling with the neckline of the shirt. johnny dribbled a lot when he cried.

"is that why you nearly broke my fingers?" daniel shook the lingering pain from his hands, "i wouldn't punch you for that, are you crazy?"

johnny managed to let out a chuckle, "yeah, i am..." he paused, "crazy in love," he had the energy to laugh at his own attempt of a joke. daniel looked at him, looked at his red rimmed eyes and shiny cheeks glistening in the moonlight.

"oh my god." daniel sighed but he laughed nonetheless. "johnny lawrence, you are pathetic."

"i know,"

"and a loser,"

"a sore one."

johnny's hands wrapped daniel's waist before he could realise, "is this weird?" he asked, concern filled his voice.

"a little," daniel shrugged. he felt the warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach rise but he didn't repress it. he didn't need to. "you having your arms around me and not body-slamming me on a mat right now, feels odd,"

johnny gave him a half-grin, "i'm sorry,"

"you're alright, johnny."

a strange magnetic forced pulled them together even closer, nose bumping with each other like they were teasing each other to see who would reach the lips first.

daniel. daniel planted the first kiss. it was strange kissing a boy, johnny lawrence of all boys at that.

"get us out of this beach before i freeze to death," daniel chuckled. johnny sniffed, a bit of his tears still left their traces on his face.

"want a ride?" johnny motioned to his motorbike that parked on the street.

"woah, easy there." daniel pulled himself away, "you haven't even taken me out on a date yet," he snarked.

"relax. i'm talking about my XL006R," johnny replied in a teasing tone, pulling him back closer.

"you named your dick after a bike?"

"do you want to freeze to death here?"

they shared the laugh before heading to the parking lot together, hand in hand.

[quinnkicks]

INAMORATO

'I'm not looking for suggestions from you, Johnny,' Daniel confesses calmly.

Then what the hell are you doing, sitting on my sofa in my apartent, LaRusso?' Johnny probes. He empties the bottle.

Daniel sighs. 'I'm here in person as a recruiter-'

'Quit the riddles -'

'I'm here to recruit you, Johnny,' he blurts.

Johnny scoffs, rolling his eyes. 'Yeah, right. For one, you hate my guts and two, I haven't kicked ass in thirty odd years - actually that's a lie if you count the bar fights, at the supermarket, the precinct with an arrest -'

Daniel's eyes are wide. 'An arrest?' He waves his hands dismissively, shaking his head in disbelief, 'actually, you know what, I don't think I want to know.' He sighs prolongedly. 'It's just like riding a bike-'

'Riding a bike is nothing like karate, LaRusso,' Johnny counters.

-

John Kreese, an infamous face in the Valley. Arch enemies Daniel LaRusso and Johnny Lawrence reluctantly join forces to take down Kreese. A passion for revenge primarily fuels their partnership, until shared passion becomes entangled with lust and desire; for one another.

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Note: With hope of being accepted by A03, I aim to post her there also once I receive confirmation.

[macchio4u]

THE OUTSIDERS !

☀︎JOHNNY CADE ☀︎

C.ai bot !

Warnings: spelling errors? mention of arguing

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A/N: send more random questions chat they’re so silly

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[jaidens]

But You're Just So Cool Run Your Hands Through Your Hair Absentmindedly Makin' Me Want You ! — [ 🌞 ]

pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning [s] : admiring from afarrr | this is so short pookies I'm sorry 🫶 I'm so tired after staring school again 😭

a/n [s] : requests are open pooksters!!

You aren't sure if he knows what he's doing. The smaller grey shirt he wears, his sweatpants hung low on his waist as he kicks a soccer ball around hitting it in goals frequently. You're attempting to play volleyball with your friend, before you get slammed in the head with a soccer ball knocking you over out of surprise. Your friend runs over to you and suddenly, a more familiar face comes into your vision.

A tan, sweaty face is what comes in with his big, brown eyes. “Are you okay?” Daniel asks quickly, on his hands and knees trying to figure out if you're fine or not. “Man, I'm real sorry. I didn't even realize when I kicked it.” You stop his apologies as you let out a laugh and sit up. “No! No, don't worry. I just got knocked off my feet in surprise. You're a-okay.”

You aren't sure if it's the banging going through your head or just you, but Daniel looks even more attractive under the beaming sun as it pours into his brown eyes, turning them into a honey brown. He runs his hand through his hair, the muscles in his arms extending and contracting as he pulls them down. You probably look crazy, as you completely just stare at him.

You knew about Daniel and Ali, always from your best friend, so from what you had known he was off-limits. So, then, you would only admire from afar. He holds his arm up once he stands up, helping you stand up and you get to stare into his eyes. God, isn't he gorgeous? He brushes some dust off of your shirt and smiles. “You should be alright. I'll see you around, yeah?” You nod and he runs back off with his friends.

No matter how short the interaction had been you will always remember the spark that it began in the raging fire of today. Daniel is kissing across your neck, older and wiser now, 20 and beginning his own car dealership. You got your first sponsorship, which ended up with a celebration and a pop of champagne. You definitely weren't mad, but you were only mad that you missed half of it due to your zoning out.

[bloodyboi]

Smut readers and writers, I have a question. How do you feel about people that write about characters that are canonically minors in smut work?

[happy74827]

He’s Got The Fire

[Johnny Lawrence x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: To your surprise, Johnny shows up at your window unannounced, but it doesn’t take long to realize it’s not for kicks {GIF Creds: pilvimarja}.

WC: 2076

Category: Slight Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff, Introverted(ish)!Reader

Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t started writing this franchise earlier given how it’s about equal with my love for BTTF

『••✎••』

The sun had already gone down a while ago, the air was crisp, and the sky was starry. It was the perfect evening to watch the moon rise. The wind carried a chill, and the trees were almost bare, swaying in the breeze.

With a sigh, you closed the book you had been reading and stretched your legs, looking out the window of your room. By now, everyone had been asleep for a few hours, and you worked on upcoming assignments to pass the time. But when you had gotten to your last one, you just couldn't be bothered anymore, so you set it aside.

The quietness was nice, and the light from the moon cast a blue-ish glow on everything around you. You were so calm, but there was still something that had you feeling off.

Johnny.

He was never around much lately. It wasn't surprising, but it was disheartening. Ever since that championship loss a while back, he had been training even harder, and when he wasn't training, he was out doing god-knows-what.

You understood how important Cobra Kai was to him, but the fact that he was putting everything else on the back burner really had you worried. He had a tendency to go down the wrong path and not think about the consequences until after the fact. You hoped that wasn't what was happening this time.

Pulling your knees up, you rested your head on them and looked out at the night. There was a full moon, and you wondered if Johnny had noticed. He used to love taking walks at night just to see the moon and look up at the stars.

He had changed so much since then. That fire inside of him burned so brightly that sometimes you wondered if it would burn him, too.

Sitting like that for a while, you lost track of time. It was easy to get distracted and drift away from reality when your mind wandered. It was something you were trying to work on, and you were actually doing pretty well.

Until you heard a pang on your window.

Sitting up, you looked around, wondering if a bird had flown into it, but you saw nothing. Your mind immediately went to a branch falling or something like that, and you were ready to dismiss the strange noise and go back to daydreaming.

But the pang came again, and your heart leaped in your throat. You stood and cautiously moved toward the window. At the same time, a face popped up from below, and you shrieked.

He motioned for you to open the window, along with attempts to hush you. It was a very frantic gesture, and you felt your heart rate rise. You quickly opened the window and stuck your head out.

"Johnny?!" You whispered-yelled, and he was pulling himself up. "What are you doing?"

"Shhh!" He held a finger to his lips and looked behind him, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Johnny-"

"Do you want the whole neighborhood to know I'm here? Let me in!"

You stared at him for a moment longer before helping him through the window. It didn’t go as smoothly as one would expect, like the movies, but he managed to tumble in. You stood there, arms folded, as he dusted himself off.

You haven’t seen him in so long, and the day you choose to miss him, he shows up out of nowhere. You would’ve called yourself psychic if it weren’t for the fact that Johnny always did the unexpected.

He looked… good, to say the least. The red jacket still fit him perfectly; his blonde hair was combed and fluffy, and his eyes were still focused and alert, even if his body language seemed a little sluggish.

To be honest, Johnny was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. His sharp jawline, his toned muscles, and that cocky smile of his. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way he always looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

For a while, you didn’t understand why he chose to pursue you, of all people. He could have anyone he wanted. You weren't exactly a social butterfly, and you always got nervous and shy in the presence of others.

Johnny was the opposite of you. He was outgoing, and his charisma attracted everyone to him. And the way his voice was so smooth and deep. He could be the most annoying person on the planet, but when he said your name, you would melt.

So when he asked you out, you thought it was some sort of joke. I mean, he was the hottest guy in school. And you were just… you.

But then you realized there was more to him than just the bad boy exterior. He had a sensitive side, and his vulnerability was endearing. His family was… well, a lot. His mom was nice, but she had her fair share of issues, and his stepfather was a piece of work.

It only took one date to realize the Johnny you were accustomed to wasn’t the real him. The real him was like you… except he could kick ass and had some pent-up anger issues.

And yet, here you were.

"Johnny-" You began, but he stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You stood stiffly, arms at your sides.

"God, I've missed you."

That was the last thing you expected him to say. You felt your face heat up, your chest warm up, and your shoulders slumped. You melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him.

"I've missed you too."

You could feel him grin against the top of your head, and he squeezed you a little tighter. He was so warm, and it made you forget the fact that he was literally climbing through your window at almost midnight.

After a minute or so, he pulled away and held your face in his hands. You were looking into those piercing blue eyes, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice a little above a whisper.

He hesitated, and that was the moment you knew something was wrong. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I, uh… I needed to see you."

You raised an eyebrow, but you didn't say anything. You were waiting for him to elaborate, but when he didn't, you sighed and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the bed. You sat on the edge, and he followed.

"Johnny," You said, turning toward him and placing a hand on his knee. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just… wanted to see you."

You didn't say anything. You knew better than that. So you waited.

"Okay, okay," He sighed. "Look, I'm not gonna lie to you, but I can’t tell you why."

"That's reassuring."

"It's just… things are… well, I just needed to get away. It's nothing, I'm fine, don't worry."

You were silent. You didn't really know what to say. There was so much going on, and it was hard for you to believe him when he told you not to worry.

"Is it… Is it Sid? Your mom?"

"Just…” He shook his head and stood, rubbing the back of his neck. He started pacing, and that was when you knew he was really upset. “Just drop it, alright? Everything's fine."

“You ignored me for the past two weeks, Johnny. Something is wrong."

He stopped and glared at you, and you froze. You were taken aback by the expression on his face. He seemed frustrated and almost angry.

The look… you knew it wasn’t directed at you, but you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He was always so hot-headed and stubborn, and when his mood shifted, you had a hard time knowing what to do.

He seemed to realize his expression and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh.

"Sorry, God, I'm sorry, it's not you. I'm just-" He sighed and plopped back down on the bed next to you, running his hands over his face. "I'm a fucking mess, okay? Just forget I came."

It was weird how, in certain situations, you could completely shift into a different person. You’ve seen it in movies and TV, and it was a cliche. You didn’t think it would ever happen to you.

And yet, the second you heard the words come out of his mouth, you were hit with an overwhelming urge to turn his head towards yours, grab his face in your hands, and kiss him.

So you did.

You couldn’t really tell him why you did it. It just felt like the right thing to do, and it was an impulse. You figured it was the best way to let him know that you were here and he wasn’t alone.

The second your lips met, he was leaning into you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. You could feel the passion and desperation behind the kiss, and it took you a moment to match his energy.

He was rough and intense, and he pulled away after a few moments, moving to your neck. You gasped and gripped the collar of his jacket, feeling the heat of his lips on your skin.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. And it was true. You had missed him more than you had thought. You had almost forgotten how much of a force he was to be reckoned with.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to form words, but failing. Instead, you tugged on his jacket and pulled him towards you, hoping he would get the message.

And he did.

His lips found yours again, and he was pushing you back, holding himself above you with one hand. His other was moving up your shirt, his fingers grazing your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers danced across your ribs. His lips were rough, but they moved with such grace and delicacy it was hard to keep up.

He pulled away for a moment, and you looked up at him, catching your breath. His blonde hair was messy, and his eyes were a little hooded. He looked like a mess, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

You reached up and brushed his hair back, giving him a soft smile.

“Is that…” His eyes peered away from you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Do you still have that damn elephant?"

Your eyes followed his, and you spotted the elephant in question. It was a gift Johnny had given you back when things were different. Come to think of it, you weren’t even sure you were together at that point.

"Why wouldn't I?" You asked, and he chuckled. “Ozzy's special."

"You named it? What are you, ten?"

You swatted his arm, and he laughed again. His eyes found yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. It felt like old times.

"Don't make fun of him. You gave him to me."

"Yeah, whatever," He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. "Can't believe you kept him."

"I keep a lot of stuff, Johnny. Especially when they're meaningful."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes still focused on you. The moonlight was shining through the window and casting a shadow on his face.

"I keep a lot of things, too."

Before you could say anything, he was leaning down and kissing you again. You could tell this one was different, more meaningful, like he was pouring his heart and soul into the kiss.

And he was.

He wanted you to know how he felt about you without actually saying it. And although you weren’t really sure what was going on, you had a feeling this was what it was.

The fire inside of him was burning again, but finally, after so long, he realized that he needed to take a breather every now and then. Add some water to the flames.

It was a delicate balance. And although he may be bad at showing his feelings, talking about them, or acknowledging them, you were there to make sure he didn't lose himself in the heat.

And maybe, just maybe, the flame was a little more subdued, and the burn a little less harsh.

[dljcem]

hi !! could you please write hcs about dating daniel larusso from karate kid ?? thank you 🫶

ೃ༄ Lola

daniel larusso dating hcs

warnings: not beta or proof read

lets you ride on the back of his bike. hes not opposed to taking you to and from places in the slightest—he’ll even encourage you to loop your arms around his waist (so you dont get hurt, of course. totally not because it makes him giddy.)

passes you notes during class. they usually consist of trivial observations and invitations to go out; he might ask for answers, if youre covering a topic hes particularly bad at.

his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. he reassures and compliments you daily, keeps his hands on you whenever he physically can.

hes especially fond of kissing your cheek, for some unknown reason. he does it as both a greeting and farewell—its a bit of a ritual between you.

shows off his karate once he starts making notable progress. he enjoys the validation, finds that it motivates him further.

asks you to accompany him to prom. he places a lot of effort into his proposal—finds a pretty spot by the shore, buys your favourite flowers, puts together a small poster, etc.

wins you the prizes at local fairs/golf n’ stuff. you have more than a few stuffed animals from him compiled in your closet—he likes to call them your ‘children’.

hesitant to open up about the situation with johnny. he doesnt want to worry you; if you mention it, he’ll brush it off and insist its not a big deal. even when it shows, through blood and bruises and whatnot, he denies it.