booksonablog

[booksonablog]

Just a Number - Part 2

Request: “Ok so I know you recently did an age gap type of relationship oneshot with johnny lawrence already but I was wondering if you could do something similar with a 3 part Johnny x fem!reader oneshot where there's already an established between the two and Y/N is around 21ish-22 and present day johnny is of course older. And maybe through the parts we see their relationship with one another and how the age gap effects not only them but those around them. maybe some sexual instances and there's some angst in there due to how people view the relationship and how it especially effect Y/N, pls?. sry if it's too much”

A/N: Quite a few of you requested for a part 2 to the story “Just a Number” and since the request mentioned the story and its similarities, I decided to extend the story into a series using this prompt. I thought long and hard about it and it seemed to blend well together, this can also be read as a separate story from the original “Just a Number,” in the event you guys don’t like the idea of blending them together 😅 Either way, I’m happy to be writing imagines again and I missed Johnny! I hope you guys enjoy the series! 

Warnings: cursing & sexual innuendos 

(And not to toot my own horn, but I think the reaction gif of Miguel & Hawk is too damn perfect 😂)

“Babe - ” you busted out laughing, “I’m not posting that.”

“Why,” He started to laugh, “Not cool?”

“Definitely not, but I’m still saving it.” You smiled.

Since the first kiss, your relationship with Johnny Lawrence has been an 80s daydream in the best of ways. The anxiety of the age difference quickly diminished which allowed room for the two of you to spend more time enjoying each other’s company more intimately. In fact, Johnny actually gave you the title of “Media Manager” over both the Cobra Kai website and Instagram page. Over the course of almost a year now, you’ve updated the website and uploaded many videos and pictures to the Instagram to keep it fresh and intriguing. Within this time frame, the two of you have spent time with each other, both becoming the other’s missing puzzle piece.

There have been many nights where you’ll cook for Johnny, he loves your cooking, he calls you his “hot chef.” But he’s thrown down in the kitchen for you, surprisingly much better in the kitchen than on the grill - the bald spots on the grass of the public park’s grilling area serves as proof. He’s also your go-to handy man, which is great because you don’t have to pay for someone to fix your many broken things and you also get to stare at Johnny’s flexed muscles all day, which he is 100% aware of. As far as the dojo is concerned, things have been running smoothly and because of your new title, you’ve been able to spend more time with him and even interact with the kids.

Currently, you’ve been working with Johnny on fun and enticing advertisements for this week’s competition and he’s been very excited about it.

“Should I do a different pose? What about this one?” Johnny leaned on the wall, tilting his head up and to the side, his hand hugging his elbows.

You tried to hold back a giggle, “Johnny no c’mon, I really think a shot of all the kids would be much more appropriate.”

Johnny quickly came out of position. “Alright fine, we’ll get a shot of them tonight after practice.”

“Sounds good.” You smiled, linking your arm between his as he walked over to you with his elbow extended out.

“In the meantime, let’s get some lunch, freakin’ starving.” 

“Even better.” You grinned as the two of you continued down the sidewalk.

***

After lunch, the two of you made your way to the dojo, arriving a lot earlier than you usually do. Plenty of time for a number of things to happen...

***

By 6:00, the punctual kids started to make their way into the dojo. As Johnny’s favorite student started to make his way in, he was quickly pulled by one of his Mohawked friends. 

“Hey -” Miguel protested

His friend quickly hushed him. “Do you hear that?” 

Miguel listened intently, scanning the room filled with scattered groups of blushing whispering teenagers. 

“Listen -” He paused. “I think someone’s in Sensei’s office fooling around.” Hawk whispered

Miguel glanced back at the office, now able to hear the quiet feminine moans and the deep groans from a masculine voice. The kid’s cheeks started to heat up, much like his peers. 

“Who would break into Sensai’s office like that?”

Hawk shrugged. “Should we tell Sensai?”

Before the boy could respond an audible “Shit!” was hissed behind the door of the office, followed by an “Oh fuck it’s 6:20!” and loud scrambling of what the teenagers assumed to be office supplies scrambled along the desk and dropping to the floor. 

The teenagers exchanged uncomfortable glances before the office door opened to a disheveled Sensai wiping his jaw and his girlfriend smoothing out the length of her dress. Now it was your turn for your cheeks to burn as you quickly glanced at the young eyes staring right at you, putting two and two together. 

Johnny attempted to shake off the awkwardness.

“QUIET!” Johnny cut the already very silent room before they can put together a filthy image of you in their heads. 

“Line up.” Johnny demanded as he made his way to the front of the room. He tried to get back into the Sensai mindset though his brain was scrambling on how to move past this awkward moment while also trying to maintain his previous excitement that continued to strain itself against his clothes.

***

By the end of practice, the awkwardness vanished and you were able to round up the kids for a fun photo opportunity. You did some funny and serious ones, some with Johnny and some without, plenty of photos to choose from which made you and the rest of the dojo excited. The kids were really looking forward to the competition. You started editing the photos to post while the kids started to say their goodbyes to each other and head out the door. You waved bye to the few of them before heading into the office, Johnny’s eyes following your every move until you disappeared into the room.

Just before Miguel made a foot out the door, he was roughly grabbed by the backpack and yanked back, stunned to meet his Sensai’s stern face.

“Uh - yes Sensai?” 

“What did you hear?” Johnny asked bluntly.

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t hear anything?” Johnny raised a brow.

“Sensai I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about-” He gulped.

“Don’t bullshit me Diaz,” Johnny made a scrunchy face of denial, “You didn’t hear any funny business behind closed doors-”

“You mean-” 

Johnny raised daring brows.

Miguel nodded, seeking permission. “The -” 

Johnny squinted his eyes.

“The - “ Miguel’s eyes widened, “...noises-”

“Alright - get out of here!” Johnny released the boy with a shove. 

You walked out of the office, watching as the teenager scrambled away, fumbling with the door. You walked toward Johnny who was shaking his head. The two of you were now the last in the dojo.

“What’s up?” You asked.

He huffed in his hands before placing them back to his sides. “Nothin.’ Just talking to the kid.” Johnny walked closer to you, reaching around your waist and pulling you closer to him. The two of you smiled at each other before he planted a soft kiss on your lips once, twice and now tracing his kisses up your jaw and towards your ear.

He whispered, “Care to finish what we started?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You giggled, “Johnny - we can’t be doing that here anymore, look what happened today.”

Johnny pulled away from your figure. Huffing, he nodded his head. “Yeah that was bad. But they’re old enough -”

“Johnny!”

“I’m kidding!” He laughed

You made a face, knowing damn well he was only partially kidding. 

“I don’t want that to happen again, that was embarrassing for me and I’m sure the kids were uncomfortable by that too.” 

“Alright well we’ll be more careful next time.” He assured, pulling you closer to him. Your hands rested firm on his abs to stop him.

“No. No next time, I’m serious.”

He groaned, pulling away again, “C’mon Y/N!”

“No! I mean for one thing, the windows are transparent as hell!” You pointed to the front windows, Johnny following your finger.

He whipped back at you, “Alright yeah, I’ll start closing the blinds before and after practice but that’s why we have the office!” He pleaded.

“That’s not why.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his needy plea.

He groaned, defeated. Finally tugging you closer to him, now chest to chest. “Let’s just discuss this later alright? Moving forward - we’ll figure it out, but right now, there are some pressing matters that still need finishing.” Before you could ask, Johnny lifted you over his shoulder, ignoring the delighted shriek from you as he walked the two of you towards the office, kicking the door behind you.

***

Next Time:

As the day of the competition unfolds, Johnny finds himself frustrated between the highly anticipated match & the highly annoying men flirting with his girlfriend. In an attempt to be present for both his students and yourself, he grabs the attention of opinionated parents that grow very unhappy with the sight of an older man with a woman half his age. Gossip stirs and erupts into a fight - perhaps the thought of the age-gap relationship shouldn’t have been dismissed so quickly...

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Tags: (I only tag people who have either requested the imagine or requested a part 2, if you’d like to be added just let me know in the comments & I’d be happy to add ya!💕

@daedric-sorceress​​ / @seokjinntonic​ / @the-a-word-2214​

[booksonablog]

Southern Temper

Request: can you do an imagine where sam Winchester is dating the reader and she is a hillbilly and she loses her temper while on a case with the boys

AN: This imagine was challenging for me tbh, I never wrote a “hillbilly” character so I did a small amount of research because I didn’t want it to come off offensive or just flat out bad. I also wrote her dialogue as a Southern accent, I swear I know how to spell 😂 

***

Imagine...

You were born and raised in the most southern “hillbilly” parts of Alabama, in fact, this is where Sam first met you many many years ago. Because of your background, the way you talked and your southern references, other hunters thought you were stupid, but you proved them wrong each and every time. Sam admired that about you, that's actually how you got together. He was charmed by your wit, your skills and your passion of having a good time. You showed him that there was always time for a moment to step back and appreciate the positive things in life, even on the occasion when he felt like there was nothing to be positive about (besides you of course.) The cool, positive demeanor was always something he could count on, for the most part. Your roots were always present, which is to say that when you were mad, oh boy were you mad.

On a particular occassion, the three hunters had just closed an ongoing case of demons creating havoc in a small town and for half of the ride home, the Winchesters were consistently bickering at each other. 

At this point, they were just spewing random jabs, but it had originated because Dean was upset with how Sam handled the situation, "nearly blowing the whole plan," according to Dean. You did your best to not get involved as you were way too tired, but you were starting to get a headache. The tip of your ears were now red with built up rage. You smacked your hands on the back of their seats, "STOP THE CAR!" Dean instinctively slammed on the breaks, the car screeched to a holt, fortunately you guys were the only ones on the road. The boys both turned their heads, Dean pulled the gear into park while Sam gave your body a once over, just to check that you were physically okay. 

"Aah caint take it anymore wit you two! Actin like a couple uh babies over a case that's awlready over! We've been drivin' for Lord knows how long and lemme tell you - it stops right here! Aah'm so fuckin' taard of tryna' ignore you two, and mah head hurts and aah swear if it doesn't stop hurtin' in the next 5 minutes, YOU TWO are gonna pay the price!" The boys exchanged sheepish glances at each other. "Now, when you put this car in drive, aah better not hear a flippin' peep outta neither one of you's. Got it." You demanded. 

The boys nodded their heads, mumbling apologies. Sure enough, the only voices heard in the car that night came from the radio.  

***

Now, at the bunker, after everyone had settled down and prepared for bed, the boys sat side by side in the room they deemed “the living room.” Dean was preparing his gun for the night while Sam crossed-off the case in his journal, all the while thinking about how upset you were earlier. 

“You gotta do better Sam.” Dean piped. 

Sam raised his brows, both startled and confused at his brother’s words. He turned his head towards him, “What are you talking about?”

“Y/N.” He shook his head with a smirk on his lips before whistling, “Whew, was she mad at you.” He chuckled.

“From what I remember, there were two people in the car she was pissed off at.”

“True - but that’s your girl.” He was now looking seriously at his younger brother. “When you piss your lady off, you gotta do whatever it takes to make up for it.”

Sam looked down with guilt.

“She’s your rock and I know you love her, treat her like you do.”

Sam looked up with a half guilty smirk of agreement. He still believed that it was Dean’s fault for causing the fight, but he was right about treating you better. Unbeknownst to Sam, you always felt that Sam treated you with love and respect in everything he said and did, but you weren’t one to complain if he wanted to sprinkle some more love and apologies your way.

With a nod and a pat on the shoulder, Sam left his brother to go apologize to his girl. 

***

You were standing before your bed, head turned, drying off your hair with a towel. A knock at your doorframe pulled your focus. 

“Can we talk?” Sam winced with puppy eyes, something you hated to see, always made you feel guilty.

You nodded, allowing him to step foot in your room, now inches from you.

“I’m really sorry about bickering with Dean in the car ride, I know it must’ve been awkward and uncomfortable, and I even brought some Tylenol for your headache, if it’s still bothering you -” He pulled the small bottle out from his pocket.

You couldn’t help but to smile, gently accepting the gesture and placing it on your bedside table. You then turned to face him with a smile.

“Fortunately for the two of you, it went away.” You said, gently placing your hands on his chest.

He smiled, grateful that your venom has subsided. “Good.” He leaned closer to you.

“But,” you warned, “Aah really hate it when ya’ll do stuff like that, it makes me so mad, aah don’t want to have to blow up at you two again.”

“It won’t happen again.” Sam assured, which only earned an eyebrow of disbelief from you. “Well, we’ll work on it.”

You let out a laugh, “That’s all aah need.” The two of you met each other’s lips, your hands lightly tugging at his front shirt pockets while his hands gently held your waist close. He was so grateful that you were tolerant of his faults, and while he’d never admit it, you kinda scared him. But he loved you nonetheless.

[booksonablog]

Robby Keene Imagine

Request: “Okay, so, the reader is latina (brazilian) and she's insecure because she is a bit taller than him hahahs she's like 1.70cm and he's 1.68cm. idk if you can turn this into smut, but if you don't do smut that's okay, I understand. Thank you 💞”

Warning: 18+, sexual innuendo up ahead

Note: (2)

(1) The Spanish in this was trickier to write than I thought. Mid-writing, it dawned on me that my dialect may not translate well to others, so I tried my best to find something neutral, additionally I had the reader speak in both Spanish & English.

(2) This (I believe) may be my first request for smut, but because I’m embarrassed that it may turn out to be cringey, I opted out for suggestive rather than full blown smut. Am I disappointed in myself? Yes. But I’d like to be able to write it someday though...anyways, enjoy! 😂

Translations (In Order): 

Es la verdad! - It’s the truth!

Eres literalmente como una pulgada mas alta que el, aspenas se nota. - You are literally an inch taller than him, it barely shows. 

Si tu puedes - (in this case: yes you can)

Hablamos ahorita - I’ll talk to you later

Malo - Bad (in this case: bad boy/you’re bad)

Pendeja, corta la mierda. - (in this case: stupid (girl) cut the shit)

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“Mm...you’re warm.” You hummed, snuggling yourself against Robby’s bicep.

He grinned. “Well, that’s usually what happens after you have -”

“HUSH!” You playfully punched his side. He laughed, his hand covering his rib.

“I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with.” He kissed your forehead, his body starting to lift. Your body mimicked his. “Where are you going?” You pouted.

“Golf N’ Stuff - remember?”

“Oh yeah.” You smiled. The two of you stood up from his bed and started to get dressed. You watched Robby throw a shirt over his athletic build through the standing mirror beside his nightstand. Your cheeky smile laid permanent on your face as you buttoned your jeans and threw on Robby’s sweatshirt. You felt his hands slide into the front pocket of the sweatshirt, his arms pulling you against his chest as he planted a gentle kiss on your neck. You looked up at the mirror in front of you, your smile quickly fading. You tapped his hands for his attention.

“Ready?”

He smiled and nodded.

***

Gulf N’ Stuff never failed to make you guys smile. With cheap tickets and a plethora of different arcade games, a fun time was always promised. The two of you had spent an hour playing mini gulf, giant space invaders, terminator and a bunch of other classics. You had just started playing basketball, the two of you side by side in a race to shoot the most baskets, and even in a competition Robby was still being supportive. Encouraging you and cheering you on when you made a great shot, which you made plenty of...tall people often do. Needless to say, you won. The victory earned you a high-five and a kiss, which you enjoyed, though you kept seeing yourself as an awkward monster NBA player.

The night continued with other fun arcade games and kiss exchanges. Before leaving, Robby made sure to pull you into a photo booth. As soon as the camera turned on you two giggled, though you subconsciously slid down your seat a notch so your height was equal. Despite your negative thinking, the photos truly came out adorable.

***

“Es la verdad!”

“No! Eres literalmente como una pulgada mas alta que el, aspenas se nota.”

At school, you confessed your insecurities to Y/F/N.

“Si tu puedes.” You mumbled.

Your friend rolled their eyes before glancing behind you. “Uh-oh.”

“What?” You turned to see Robby heading your way with a grin on his face.

“Hablamos ahorita.” You whispered.

“See ya.” They jogged off, waving at Robby who has now wrapped his palms around your waist.  

“You make me so unbelievably happy, you know that?” You smiled flirtatiously before giving him a peck on the lips. “Keep smiling at me like that - you’re gonna get in trouble.” You smirked.

He leaned closer to you and whispered in your ear, “Promise?” You could nearly hear him grinning before he placed a salacious kiss just under your ear lobe.

“Malo.” You giggled, pushing him off.

***

The rest of the school day was followed by more self-conscious thinking. By lunch time you had already managed to dig yourself into a hole of negativity. Robby and you only shared lunch and your last class together. Lunch wasn’t too bad as it included your Miyagi-Do team. You let them hold the conversation as you tuned in and out, dwelling heavily on this slight height difference that was now festering in your mind. This, however, didn’t go unnoticed by Robby.

***

Fortunately for you, the only task on your last teacher’s agenda consisted of a lecture and powerpoint. While taking notes distracted you a bit, you still found yourself drifting off to the negative pool in your mind.

Robby leaned closer to you when the teacher wasn’t looking. “You okay?”

You nodded, still copying the notes. Feeling his eyes still on you, you glanced up at him and pulled a smile, scrunching your nose playfully. He returned the expression till you looked back at the board.

***

Napping never came easily to you as your mind was always busy, but you tried regardless. It was helpless.

Your phone pinged. Flipping your screen over, your phone revealed a message from your friend, along with three unanswered messages from Robby.

Your friend’s text read: “Pendeja, corta la mierda.” You rolled your eyes and placed your phone back down. You felt like they were right in how ridiculous you were being but the fact of the matter is that it bothered you. You really weren’t that much taller than Robby, but the slightest inch carried such weight to it, like you were the beast and he was the beauty.

Your door rang, making you groan. Grudgingly, you slid off your bed and hurried down stairs.

You opened the door to reveal a charming Robby Keene. He had a sweet smile plastered on his face, the one that always stirred the butterflies in your stomach.

“Hi.” Was all you managed to get out, still surprised to see him at the door unannounced.

“Hey.” He let out a short hesitant sigh, as if preparing to say something serious. He leaned on the doorway, glancing at the ground before locking eyes with you. “Are you - being distant with me?” He shyly asked.

You were puzzled, eyes wide. “What? No! Of course not, why - what makes you ask that?”

“Well-” He shifted his weight so he was upright again. “It kinda seems like it.” He noted your guilty expression. “I don’t mean it like you’re doing it intentionally, I just mean it like - you just seemed off today. And, honestly, it’s not just today. You were quiet and distant today but the last couple days it seemed like you weren’t always with me...if that makes sense.” He brushed his arm, awaiting your response. You, however, remained quiet, embarrassed, eyes now glued to the floor.

You took a deep breath. “Robby, I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to make it seem like I was trying to put space between you and I -”

“I know.” He nodded encouragingly.

“It’s just that I have stuff on my mind that’s been bothering me and I’ve been trying to work that out.”

Now Robby was puzzled. Sure, you didn’t tell each other every single thing but usually the two of you would confess anything bothersome. “Ya know, some say talking it out is pretty beneficial.” His charm oozed.

You smiled.

He stepped closer. His finger raised and now pointing at your heart. “How do I get into there.”

Those words were all it took. You opened the door wider.

***

With nervous hand play and twisting of your hair, you finally confessed about this small height difference that managed to ruin your week. To your surprise, he laughed. Embarrassed and shamed, you defended yourself. “Why are you laughing?! I’ve just confessed this big insecurity of mine and now you’re laughing!”

He placed a gentle hand on your arm before you went full Hulk. “Baby! Baby!-” He stifled a laugh, trying to settle you down. “I’m not laughing at you. I’m just, surprised is all. I thought it was gonna be some bigger issue.” You rolled your eyes. “Listen.” He began, tugging your hand for your acknowledgement. You reluctantly locked eyes. “I understand that this small thing seems like such a big deal to you and I know what it’s like to be beating yourself up about it, I get it, and I’m so sorry that you’re going through this, but I need you to hear this. While it may bother you, our height difference doesn’t faze me one bit. And when I do notice it, it’s only when it’s out of convenience.” You raised a questioning brow, earning a flirtatious smirk from him. He leaned forward and whispered, “Because it gives me access to do this.” He then pressed a ticklish kiss on your neck, creating a trail to the sweet spot on your neck that he knows creates goosebumps on your smooth skin. You giggled nervously, gasping at the surprise of his teeth nipping at your skin. He leaned back to see your face.

“I know it’s hard to shut down those negative thoughts, but at least that gives you something else for your mind to think about.” The two of you let out a partially lustful laugh.

“I think I might need some more to think about.” You teased.

“Your parents here?” His eyebrows raised, finger pointing to the house.

You let out a laugh before shaking your head.

“Then let’s give you something to think about.” He winked.

@estherdrowse​ 

Hope you guys enjoyed this one! 😊💕

[booksonablog]

I’ve Returned From the Shadows

Gonna try to keep it short & sweet:

My Robby Keene imagine will be posted in just a few minutes! 

I have one more Cobra Kai/Johnny Lawrence request to wrap up

I know some of you wanted a sequel to the “Just a Number” Johnny Lawrence imagine - I am thinking about it 😅

I have a lot of Avenger imagine ideas I may write, it’s been a super long time but I had rewatched Endgame and I guess the trauma triggered some maladaptive daydreams that would make for good stories 😂

Also, I am doing Mandalorian/Pedro Pascal imagines now so feel free to request for tha

Lastly, there are quite a few series that I have to finish (John Wick, Harry Styles) I haven’t forgotten, just suffering through writers block/constantly thinking of new ideas.

Okay I think I’m done with the updates, till next time 👀💕

Also thank you guys for the love and support, and to my followers: thank you for following me and putting up with my sparatic posting 🥺💕

[booksonablog]

Update & a Special Message 😊

Hi everyone, just want to update you on the upcoming imagine I’m working on that was requested a while back ago, it is a Robby Keene imagine with the request for a latina reader that is insecure of their height difference (she is just a bit taller than he is.) I’m very excited for this one because this will be my second P.O.C. request and my first time writing a specifically latina character which is gonna be really cool because I get to write from my own experience as a latina (as well as a girl that was taller than all her very short middle school crushes 😖)

Lastly, I often find myself feeling bad and apologizing for my inactivity, but when I express this, you guys don’t seem to mind. I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but I’ve never received any hate or negative feedback or anything regarding how long it takes me to post an imagine - and there is an embarrasing amount of imagines that I have to post - but when I do finally post them, I’m always taken back by the positive feedback. I don’t know if it’s because of the realization that people like my writing and will actually go as far as to request for more, or if it’s just the kind words and sweet comments you guys leave, but it makes me feel like there are people out there that I have never met that see my worth and are proud of me in some way. I don’t know if I’m making any sense here, but I know the feelings I get when I read imagines/fanfiction (whatever you prefer to call it) and for me to be able to create that for you guys is unreal. So I thank you all for providing a safe and positive space for me to write. 

Stay safe & stay wonderful! 💕

[booksonablog]

Just a Number - A Johnny Lawrence Imagine

“Yeah, um, that’s actually called a hashtag - not a hash brown.” You stifled a laugh.

“Same thing.” Johnny shook his head, pressing the button labeled send on his phone.

On your lunch break, you had been helping Johnny with his Cobra Kai social media accounts. This has become a frequent tutoring session for weeks now, he’s actually been improving on his skills, though some vocabulary was in need of polishing. You didn’t mind it though, Johnny was a good neighbor and a good friend, and a great boyfriend...in your daydreams at the least.

“So, you gotta hot date planned tonight, or can I sweep you off your feet for a beer and a movie.” Johnny smirked.

It was this kind of talk that made you crush so embarrassingly hard for this man.

You let out a nervous laugh, trying to think cooling thoughts, as if doing so would instantly relieve the heat rising from your neck. “As much as I’d love to join you, I actually do have plans tonight.” You raised a flirtatious eyebrow.

“Traitor.” He mumbled, leaning back in his office chair and resting his legs on the desk.

You smiled, standing up when you saw the time on your watch.

“Where ya goin’?” He asked mid-drink, the beer in his hand hovered in the air, arms out and face confused.

You chuckled at his reaction, you hated to admit it but it was kinda cute to see him bothered to see you leave. “I have to go back to work - we can’t all drink and chill at the job.” You smirked.

He returned the sly smile, half biting his lip at your jab at him. “You should try it, so much fun.” The bottle returned to his lips, his smile staining his face, eyes locked with yours.

“I’ll see you.” You wiggled your fingers goodbye as you headed out of his office.

He tipped his beer towards you, “See you.” His eyes lingered at the door-frame where you once stood, taking another sip of his beer.

On your drive to work, you thought about the relationship between you and Johnny, or lack thereof. What started as a small crush, turned into you being head over heels for this man that is, while definitely legal, very much older than you. The two of you would occasionally flirt, him especially, but no legitimate moves were made. It seemed to be going nowhere, not where you wanted it to go anyways…

***

The aroma of cheese, tomato and pesto filled your apartment, your spatula scooping the hot sandwich off the pan with a sizzle before being slapped onto a plate.

“Smells like there’s a hot chef in the house.” Johnny hollered from the top of the ladder. He had offered his help with your tv when you brought it to his attention that it was no longer working and damn were you glad you did. He wore a tight white shirt with classic 80s blue jeans and his muscles were definitely prominent through his clothes. God, he looked good.

You smiled at his wit, cutting his sandwich in half. “Hop off that ladder, food’s ready.” You placed the plate on the table.

He made his way over to the table, wiping his hands in a rag before placing the rag and himself down. You walked back to the table with two beers in hand, sliding one over to him before taking a seat at the opposite end.

“Thanks.” He said, cracking the bottle open.

“You’re welcome.”

The sound of crunching filled the room, both of you audibly enjoying the food.

“I was thinking, as a thank you, maybe you can come over tonight for dinner and a movie?” You prayed that the crunch of the sandwiches overpowered the nerves evident in your voice. He looked up, hand covering his mouth, “If you’re cooking - I’m there.” He winked.

***

Now, with the tv fixed, dinner - delicious and already eaten, the two of you were now slumped on your couch and deep into an action film. The movie was pretty good so far, but Johnny was more entertained by his thoughts of you, him and the possibility of the two of you together. He enjoyed spending time with you, but he wanted to spend more time, intimate time, time to actually get to know you more. He hated to admit to any emotional feelings but he’s had some very strong feelings for you for quite some time, however, there was a fairly obvious age difference that he wasn’t too sure about. However, the more he spent time with you, the less he cared about the age gap, but he wasn’t sure if you felt the same way.

During the film, the two of you had gone from sitting on the same couch with a decent amount of space in between, to Johnny pulling the classic yawn-&-stretch with his arm pulling you closer.

***

You leaned against your open door, Johnny now in the doorway. It was the end of the night and he missed yet another opportunity.

“Thank you again for fixing the tv.”

“Of course, it was no problem.” He smiled. The two of you stared at each other with soft eyes.

He hitched a breath, but deflated - he couldn’t do it. The fear of rejection was too much. “See you tomorrow?”

You nodded, “Course.’” Johnny nodded with disappointment, turning around as you closed the door behind him.

Part of you was disappointed, but maybe it just - the door swung open - you jumped at the abruptness.

“Johnny-” you breathed. Johnny, just as surprised as you are, stood at your open door before walking over to you, his hands cupping your face, pressing his lips to yours. You felt shock and passion all at once. He pecked your lips once more before pulling back, his eyes slowly opening to meet yours.

“I really like you.” He breathed. Hands still placed on your cheeks.

“I really like you too.”

Johnny grinned, “Good.” He leaned in, pulling you closer for another passionate kiss.

I apologize for the gifs, they aren’t too bad at matching with the story, but unfortunately I’m unable to make my own at the moment 😭 but I hope you guys enjoyed this one! More imagines to come, so happy to be writing again!😁💕 And stay tuned for my 🐍Cobra Kai🐍 mug!

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[booksonablog]

I’m Back!

Hi everyone! I am finally back to writing and to celebrate the start of Cobra Kai Season 3, I will be posting the imagine requests I have received (in order of when they were sent) the first one you can expect is a Johnny Lawrence imagine about the age-gap relationship between him and the reader. The story, if all goes well, will be posted tomorrow (I like to double check my work because I like to give myself stress 🙃)

Double Announcement: I am selling Cobra Kai mugs on my etsy! I have just started this small business that I am very excited about and I thought it would be so cool if I made some Cobra Kai products for you guys! (stay tuned for more info & product pictures)  

Lastly, thank you for your condolences and understanding. It’s been a very difficult time and while things haven’t exactly gotten any easier, the support has helped me greatly and - well - I’m just happy to be writing again.

Thank you guys and I wish you all the best in this new year. 💕

[booksonablog]

Hi everyone, just wanted to say that I haven’t forgotten about those of you that requested imagines, I will be writing and posting them soon. I apologize for the delay, my dog has passed away & I am having a difficult time adjusting to her loss while maintaining school, my business and my creative time. Thank you for your patience 💕

[booksonablog]

Robby Keene Headcanon

Request: May I request Dating headcanon about Robby Keene with a Fem s/o? Pls🥺 (P.O.C. reader 4c hair type, appreciation/being attracted to skin color, comfort from racist)

Author’s Note: This may be my first headcanon, as I’m not too positive of the difference, but I swear I did my research, Enjoy! Also I got too excited so I’m sorry if it seems like the ramblings of a lunatic

Dating Robby Keene Would Include:

Lots of intimate connection

Whether it was small things like hand holding, playing with each other’s hair or sitting together in solitude, he truly enjoyed connecting with you

You can expect lots of hair playing

He  loved the small curls of your hair. He’d admire it any chance he got, but he’d love to twirl each individual thread between his fingers.

Sometimes when you were tired, you’d lay your head in his lap and you’d find his hand tangled in your hair. Even in mid-conversation with someone else, he’d still be caught twisting a curl around his finger

He’d slip flowers into your hair when the two of you would lay in the grass on a picnic at the park

Once, he asked you to teach him to do your hair. You admired his curiosity and gladly showed him a few hairstyles you often did with your hair. He’d pay attention with a focused eye and when it was his turn he was very careful. He wasn’t great with it at first, your hair popping out on one side, but he’d eventually grasp the concept, he was persistent. You’d end up throwing on a movie as you sat on the ground between his legs - he’d have your hair in his hands, his tongue sticking out. He was so happy once he accomplished at least two styles as good as you’d do them. There are at least 50 photos in the album he’s dedicated to you that are just you showing off how perfectly he did your hair.

He’d let you play with his hair and braid it

He comforted you when you were upset & he was always there when you needed him

If you needed help with homework, or needed a study buddy, he was already offering his assistance, and he was very good at it. He remained focused, no funny business, always made sure you 100% understood the material before moving on, and he’d only ask for kisses in exchange.

Asks you randomly what things make you happy, when you ask him why he asked he said he’s making a list of what to do when you’re sad

He followed the handy little list he made ahead of time

He even created a “Happy Box” of some of those things on that list for the occasions when he wasn’t available

As soon as he was available he’d be ready with open arms

He’d pull you to his chest and let you cry till & if you were comfortable enough to tell him what was wrong

He’d plant soft kisses on the inside of your palm after wiping the tears off your face

He’d stay with you for as long as you’d allow him, during this time he’d tell you to get cozy as he’d run to the store to get both of you some candy & you’d have a netflix night

He’d teach you everything he’s been learning from Daniel

Hanging out with the Larusso’s at their pool

He admired how your skin glistened in the sun & how every color suited you so perfectly

The Larussos loved you - who wouldn’t!?

When you weren’t around, Sam would whisper to him how perfect you were for him, that he was even happier than when her dad took him in

You’d encourage him to make amends with his dad. He’d be hesitant but he listened to your reasoning and he trusted what you had to say

Which led him to finally responding to Johnny’s request on taking him out to dinner. They actually had a great time! They laughed, they cried, and they spoke about you. Johnny was happy to see his son happy.

They started to get along so well that Johnny wanted to meet you!

When Robby told you this, you immediately felt the rush of nerves erupting in your stomach, though he assured you that you’d be okay

Johnny took the two of you out to the same arcade he used to hangout at. Afterwards he took you guys out for milkshakes.

When Robby had excused himself to the bathroom, Johnny had thanked you for bringing the two of them together. You saw him get a little emotional, even you got a little teary eyed. You kept the moment as a secret between the two of you 

Going to the skate park together

You knew Robby was no quitter as he tried time and time again to accomplish this one obstacle in particular

The two of you celebrated once he did - his fists up with a grin as you’d run up to him, he’d pick you up and spin you around, the two of you giggling

Unfortunately, when you tried the obstacle you ended up with a cut knee

Not so unfortunately for you, he’d carry you to the nearest bench where he’d bandage you up. He’d place a kiss on top of the band-aid, winking up at you.

Sometimes you would text him in the middle of class, “Wish you were here 🥺” and he’d reply with, “Right outside 😘”

He’d wait for you outside of school, sometimes with your favorite treat

Once in a blue moon, he’d sneak into the lunchroom at your school & kept you company during lunch

In the times when he couldn’t visit, you’d find funny little notes from him hidden away in your backpack

Having a lazy day together

The two of you resting on a hammock: you - sound asleep on his chest while his foot hangs off the side, gently rocking it back and forth

He snuck you out some nights to go stare at the stars 

Sharing a dessert at a local diner

Walking down the shore, eating ice cream and watching the sunset together

The two of you would receive stares of disapproval when you would hold hands - he would pause, hold your face in his hands & plant a breathless kiss

He enjoyed seeing you in your space, the expression when you thought no one was watching, to him, that was true beauty

Purchased flowers for you just because

Makeout sessions in places where it was just the two of you

Will look out for your well being, not just because you’re dating but because he truly cared about you

“Did you get home okay”

“Be safe”

The two of you actually met by him pretending to be your boyfriend when he watched as someone had been following you

Will speak up if he thinks you’re being unsafe

Being complimented as the cutest couple

Hope you guys enjoyed this one! I love Robby and I think he is a sweet little puppy with good intentions, so this was fun to write. Additionally, I really appreciate the request for a p.o.c. reader. I myself have encountered imagines where the reader is described with blonde hair and blue eyes, and while there is nothing wrong with a person that fits that description, I have to pause my reading and adjust the words in my head to suit what I look like (I myself am a p.o.c. reader.) I try to write my imagines with the reader in mind, trying to keep little to no description of the reader so the person reading can easily imagine themselves into the story. With that being said, I was elated writing this prompt, I don’t think people understand how important representation in writing is (mind you I am still learning.)

Requests are always open! 💕

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[booksonablog]

Self-Defense Johnny Lawrence Imagine Part 3 (Final Part)

Summary: In hopes to cheer you up and further your self-defense skills, your boyfriend turns into your sensei. You later show how well you’ve been learning.

Author’s Note: (Some sexually suggestive language) Hi guys! Hope you enjoy this final part!

Today was the first day of your karate lessons with - Sensei Lawrence, you smiled to yourself. He had you stop by the dojo two hours before his class started so the two of you had enough time to practice.

You walked in the dojo, the door sounding your arrival. You took your shoes off before stepping onto the mat.

“You ready princess?” You looked up to see Johnny's mischievous smirk. You smiled, the two of you meeting each other in the middle of the mat.

“How come I don’t get a robe?” You teased. Sometimes you just liked to get under his skin.

“It’s not a robe.” He glared, knowing damn well you knew the proper term.

“Sorry Sensei.” You said with a soft voice and a devilish smirk. A soft chuckle escaped him.

***

“Cobra strike is composed of two parts - the lunge, which requires you to use the whole body-” You watched as Johnny held his fists in front of the dummy. “And the bite,” He punched the mannequin.  “Which is everything that happens after you make contact, alright?” You nodded your head.

“You don’t stop here where the knuckle hits the bone - you punch through the bone like the guy you really want to hit is standing right behind this asshole.” He gestured to the empty space behind the dummy. 

You were glad he turned to focus his attention on the rubber mannequin because you had to bite your lip from laughing. Johnny Lawrence held the reputation of a serious man, a man you wouldn’t want to be tangled with, a badass. But it was the way he spoke that tickled you.

“Strike here - you bloody his nose, strike here - you break his teeth-” He motioned each move on the dummy. “Strike here -  you could severely damage his trachea…” You gulped, eyes wide. He took note of your reaction.

 “Obviously that's only for extreme situations.”

***

“Ow! Johnny!” You said, hand clenching your ribs. “You’re enjoying this a little too much.” You whined. The two of you had been going at it for an hour. You were getting a hang of the moves but he was moving too fast for you to block his strikes.

“Babe, I’m not trying to hurt you, you’re not focused. C’mon, clear your head, think of why you want to fight. Think of all those assholes you have to deal with at the bar.”

Your eyes peered down with embarrassment. “Hey.” You looked up. “Everyone deals with assholes. It’s not fair but you and I both know that life isn’t so kind. Let them be assholes, but you’re gonna show them who’s boss. Alright?” You smiled, his words were kinda cheesy but you admired his attempt. You nodded your head. “Now c’mon baby, show me a proper elbow strike.”

***

Johnny was so proud of how fast you were learning and how well your strikes were delivered. Maybe a little too well...

“THERE YOU GO BABY!” He cheered you on as you kicked the block between his hands. You smiled with excitement. Sending another kick to the board.

“Harder!” You kicked with force.

“C’mon!” You kicked harder, so hard that the force of your foot colliding with the block pushed the block towards his face, hitting him in the mouth.

“Oh my god!” You shrieked, your hands covering your mouth. “Johnny I’m so sorry!”

He wiped his mouth, quickly checking to see if there was any blood. “It’s alright, it happens, that’s what you’re supposed to do - maybe we should change your focus on the dummy.” He got up, his tongue swirling in his mouth. He walked over to the dummy, pulling it in front of you.

“Are you tearing up?”

“Just hit it.” He snarled. You stifled a giggle, getting back into position.

***

You wiped your forehead, turning around to grab your water bottle. Smack!

“Hey!” You hissed at your boyfriend, your hand on your butt, an attempt to relieve the sting made by his palm. “That’s not part of it!”

“In my dojo it is” He said, an eyebrow raised, a smirk plastered on his face.

***

Johnny flipped you on your back, pinning you to the ground. You had just earned a point, but he gave you no time to celebrate.

He lay hovering over your body, eyes gazed into yours. “Johnny?”

“Hm?” He grunted, your voice bringing him out of his daze.

“Aren’t you gonna show me the next move?”

“Oh I’ll show you the next move alright.” He winked.

You blushed, chuckling at his not-so-subtle joke. “Sir, you have children coming into this dojo.”

***

Three weeks after your first karate lesson, Johnny decided to take the two of you out for drinks to celebrate how well you were doing. You were both so proud of your improvement. Not to mention how fun it was to practice with Johnny. You knew you weren’t getting the same treatment as his students, but you trusted his process and you enjoyed every time spent with him on the mats.

The night was filled with laughter between the two of you, drinks were rounding up and the night was growing late. Johnny excused himself, making his way to the bathroom.

Johnny was doing his thing in peace when a guy walked towards the other urinal. The man looked over at Johnny, nodding towards him.

“That your girl over there at the bar?”

Johnny turned his head toward the man. “Yeah.” He stated, uninterested in talking to a creep at the urinal.

“She’s smokin’ hot.” The guy grinned, flushing the urinal and making his way to the sink.

“Yeah, she’s a babe.” Johnny stared straight at the wall ahead.

The guy chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “Bet a girl like that ain’t shy in bed huh.”  He said drying his hands.

Johnny flushed the urinal,  walking towards the sink as he stared down the guy with malice in his eyes.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” He warned.

The guy shrugged before walking out the door.

Johnny walked out of the bathroom, throwing the paper towel in the trash. He spotted the creep from the bathroom sitting where he sat, right beside you. He balled his fists, rage starting to fill his chest. The slide of his hand on your waist sent Johnny marching over to the scene but he was quickly halted when you broke out into Cobra Kai mode. Your lunge and strike was in perfect form, with a twist of the arm and a punch to the nose, the guy was left on the floor, tears in his eyes, his hand covering his blood filled nose.

Johnny strutted towards you. You caught him in the corner of the eye. You flashed a prideful grin at him, fists still up. He smiled at you, mouthing ‘that’s my girl.’

He walked over to the man at your feet. He placed a hand on his shoulders, the creep shifted his eyes to Johnny.

“I warned you.”

Hope you enjoyed the final part of ‘Self-Defense!’ I will still be writing some more of Johnny Lawrence based on ideas I had, I also have a request for a Robbie Keene headcanon coming up. I appreciate all the lovin’ you guys have been sending me 💕

As always, requests are open!

[booksonablog]

Self-Defense - Johnny Lawrence Imagine Part 2

Summary: After getting jumped the other night, Johnny spends the day with you in hopes of making you feel better, instead, making you feel more like a damsel in distress. Meanhwile, you finish the day off with a moment of vulnerability while Johnny gets into a situation of his own.

The morning after the incident, you awoke in Johnny’s bed. The sun peeked through the shades behind his bed, his blonde locks glimmered in the rays. You rested your head back on his tummy. The movement gently shook his chest. He inhaled deeply, tilting his head down slightly to see you resting in the same spot you feel asleep in. He smiled, head resting back on the pillow. He caressed your hair, watching your shoulder relax.

“Good morning.” He smiled, voice gravily.

Your fingers were playing with the end of his shirt, the cut on your fingertip brought back the memory of last night.

Johnny’s finger poked at your head, a smile sneaked its way across your face. You slowly moved your head just enough for Johnny to see your eyes.

“Hey? Why are you ignoring my good morning wish, I don’t hand those out to just anyone.” He joked, stroking your bruised cheek carefully.

“Good morning.” You mumbled into his tummy.

He gave you a sympathetic smile and shifted his weight so you couldn’t hide your face anymore.

“C’mere.” He tugged you up closer to him.

You leaned on your elbow and faced him, eyes on his bed sheets, picking at the lint.

He lifted your chin, “Hey, you okay?”

You nodded.

He could tell something was wrong but sensed you wouldn’t be opening up about it quite yet. He hated to see you like this, hurt, physically and emotionally. If he could give you everything you wished for he would.

“Well how bout’ some breakfast?”

Your eyebrow furrowed, “You’re gonna make breakfast?”

He scoffed, “Yeah I’m gonna make breakfast. You don’t like my cookin princess?” He teased, poking your side. You let out a giggle. His cooking wasn’t gourmet, but it wasn’t terrible either. Nor did he cook very often, which is why you were so surprised.

***

Johnny had ended up making scrambled eggs with toast and fresh-cut oranges. Meanwhile, you were fixing yourself up in the bathroom, brushing your teeth and showering. You wiped the mirror, scanning your face. You definitely looked better than you did last night, but still not great. The cut on your forehead wasn't too bad as blood had stopped gushing out of it. The scratches on your cheek from hitting the pavement were starting to heel, but the cut on your lip and the big bruise on your cheek were still humiliating to look at. You threw Johnny’s Zebra shirt back on, none of his pants fit you so you kept your underwear on for bottoms, you were positive he wouldn’t mind. You walked out to the kitchen where he was scooping eggs onto a plate. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Ooo. I like that.” He referred to your “outfit,” glancing over at you and making his way to the stove. You walked over to the table and eyed the picture perfect breakfast he had served. You pulled back the chair - Johnny had quickly snuck his arm under yours and gave you a gentle squeeze, kissing the top of your head.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, removing his arm and making his way to the chair beside you. You loved the little intimate moments like this, but you just couldn’t help but still feel embarrassed about last night, not to mention how terrible you felt you looked.

The two of you had ate breakfast in peace, enjoying every bite of food in the company of the other. You happened to glance at the clock on the stove. It was two o’clock in the afternoon, both of you had woken up late, with good reason however.

“Babe, don’t you have to start getting ready?” You asked, swishing the eggs around in your mouth.

“Nah I’m taking the day off.” He said, grouping his eggs together before attacking them with his fork.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Cuz’ I wanted to spend time with my girl.” He winked at you. You smiled and continued eating. Part of you was flattered, but the other part felt like a baby. Of course you enjoyed his company and yes it made you feel better with him around, but if you had just been able to protect yourself, maybe you wouldn’t be such a burden, you thought.

***

The two of you had spent the remainder of the day watching some 80s hit films till you decided it was time to head home. He invited you to stay, and when you declined he asked if you wanted him to stay at your place tonight, even if it was just till you fell asleep, but you declined that offer as well. You would have accepted otherwise, had you not felt so much like a damsel in distress. You thanked him nonetheless, telling him that you just wanted to sit in the bath for a while and get some rest. He didn’t press on, walking you to your door and planting a kiss before leaving you. Even as he left, he still wondered what was going on in that head of yours. He respected your need for space, but he wished he could do something to make you feel better.

***

The ring of the door to the mini-mart sounded as Johnny swung it open. He went straight for the beers, digging into the back of the fridge. The door rang again, two men walking in. Johnny did a double-take, glancing at the men. He scanned them from head to toe. The men were purchasing two cartons of cigarettes and a pack of gum, handing their money to the clerk. Johnny’s hand balled into a fist, recognizing that both men seemed to fit the description of the men that jumped you, with the exception of their clothes. The men grabbed their change before leaving the store. Johnny placed his beer back, closing the door of the fridge before following the men outside.

Outside, the men had their trunk open, placing their bags in the back. Johnny managed to catch a glimpse of the belongings in the trunk and there it was - your purse. No doubt about it that it was yours - he had given you a Cobra Kai patch which you turned into a keychain, and there it was dangling in the thief's trunk.

The men were in mid-conversation when Johnny interrupted them.

“Hey assholes!” He said with a kick to the man’s face. The man dropped to the ground, the other was in a state of shock before he attempted to throw a punch which Johnny blocked.

It took a less than a minute for Johnny to knock these men out. He grabbed one of the men that remained conscious, pulling them up by the collar.

“You two jumped that woman last night? The one with the black purse?” He grunted

“No no man - I-”

“DON’T LIE TO ME ASSHOLE!!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry - yes - we - we did - please man -”

“You stole her phone and her purse?!”

“Y-yes - it’s in the trunk.”

“Listen to me now asshole -” he shook the trembling man, “If you ever so much as cross the opposite side of the road as her, I will fucking kill you.” He hissed. 

“IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!?”

“Y-yes yes!”

“Good.” Johnny threw the man to the ground.

***

With your purse and phone in hand, Johnny knocked on your door. He heard fumbling on the other side, furrowing his brows at the commotion.

“Hi.” You hiccupped. It took one look at you for Johnny to understand that you’ve been drinking.

“C’mon - I mean, come in.” You sniffled, stumbling backwards towards the living room.

“You alright?” Johnny asked rhetorically, closing the door behind him. He spotted half an empty bottle of wine laying sideways on the floor. You weren’t much of a drinker, at least not compared to him, the most he’s ever seen you drink was about two beers max.

You nodded, grabbing your wine glass. Johnny placed your purse on the table. He walked over to you, placing a hand on your hip and the other over your glass.

“What do you say we put this down.” He said, slipping his fingers under yours, grabbing hold of the glass. You frowned, walking away from him. He placed the glass on the kitchen counter. He looked back at you to see you sitting on the couch, your head in your hands. He heard your faint whimpers. Johnny walked over to you, bending at the knees so he could look up at you.

He placed his hands on your knees, giving them a squeeze. “Baby, what’s going on?” His voice was sincere.

You sniffled and looked down at your boyfriend. Tears streamed down your face. “Look at me. I look like a fucking rag doll.” You cried again.

He rubbed the knee of his drunken sweetheart. “It doesn’t look so bad babe.” He said, referring to your scratched up, bruised face.

“You don’t think it’s that bad?! Are you looking at it?!”

“Hey, relax, do you know how many facial bruises I had? It makes you look badass.”

You shook your head. “I don’t wanna look badass - I wanna be badass.” You slurred.

He stifled a laugh. “Babe, you are a badass. You’re one of the most badass women I know.”

You shook your head again, eyes closed. “No I’m not - you’re lying.” You whimpered.

“Babe-”

“I’m soft - ” you interrupted with a sniffle, “I don’t want to be soft anymore. I want to be bloody knuckles and glass shards - I want people to be afraid of hurting me.”

He felt bad about finding this side of you humorous. “Well, maybe your boyfriend can help with that.”

You opened your eyes to look down at his mischievous smirk. “I’m not saying it’ll make the pain go away, but it’ll make you strong and confident, and I think it could make you feel better.”

You stared at him, looking in both eyes to see that he was serious. “You’re gonna teach me karate - Sensei?”

He chuckled at the nickname. “Yes ma’am.”

Stay tuned for Part 3 where Johnny teaches the reader karate 👀

Hope you enjoyed this one! 

(Also I am very proud of how well the gifs fit into the story, do you guys think the gifs add a good visual to the storyline? Would love to hear your thoughts!) 💕

[booksonablog]

Self-Defense - Johnny Lawrence Imagine Part 1

Summary: Johnny finds out you know a little bit of self-defense, but learns you don’t know enough as you should when trouble ensues when he’s not around.

Author’s Note: I’m in the middle of writing part 2 so stay tuned and enjoy this first part! (Also I tried very hard to create my own gifs and only one managed to work for some reason so bare with me)

It was nine-fifteen in the evening, you were counting the minutes till you could clock out. It’s not that you hated your job, but it surely wasn’t the job of your dreams. It was something to pay the bills while you worked on your career. It was a trendy hipster bar and restaurant, so it wasn’t the worst. The other employees weren’t too bad, really the worst part of the job was the sleazy men that drowned themselves in liquor and harassed the customers and workers. Your manager had his fair share of jerks he had to kick out, but the past couple months remained enjoyable.

You handed the drink menus to your last table, two young men on a guys night out. You headed back to the bar when you caught eyes with a handsome blonde walking through the doors. He nodded to the hostess, pointing at your direction with a grin on his face. You blushed, making your way behind the bar. He claimed a seat directly in front of you.

He smirked, “Hi beautiful.”

“Hello handsome.” You leaned on the bar.

“I know you get out at nine-thirty but I couldn’t wait to see you.” He winked.

You blushed, flashing him a flirty grin. From the corner of your eye, you caught the men at your table staring at you. You held up your index finger at Johnny.

“One sec.”

He nodded, not-so casually checking you out as you made your way to the table. He returned his attention to the bar, signaling the bartender.

“Sorry about that, what can I get ya?”

“I’m not sure-” One of the men hesitated, the drink menu still in his hand.

“Well, if you’re looking for something strong, I recommend the ‘Shift Drink.’ It’s mixed with a little rye whiskey and ginger syrup, it’s a classic cocktail. But if you’re looking for something sweeter, I’d recommend ‘The Blood and Sand.’ It’s mixed with both orange juice and sweet vermouth. Or the ‘Peach Blood and Sand,’ replacing the orange juice with peach flavoring. Do you like peach?”

“Well -” the man started, completely ignoring your spiel.

“I do.” His friend added, his hand grazing your butt in admiration. You jumped at the touch, though you weren’t the only one. Johnny had turned right at the moment the man put his hand on you, causing him to jump out of his seat, making a beeline towards the table. Meanwhile, you had instinctively grabbed the man by his wrist, pulling it up and towards his back, slamming his head on the table. The commotion shook the restaurant, everyone now staring. Johnny had stopped in his tracks at the scene.

You bent down to the man’s ear. “If you ever lay a hand on me again I’ll break your fucking arm.” You whispered with gritted teeth. Your manager tapped your shoulder, you whipped your head, still in fight mode. He gave you the signal to take off a few minutes early. You released the man’s arm, turning back towards the bar. Johnny gently reached for your arm as you passed him. You looked up, completely oblivious to how close he was to the scene.

“You okay?”

You nodded. “Just gonna get my jacket.” He nodded back, walking towards the bar as you made your way to the backroom.

He reached for his wallet, paying for his drink and tipping the bartender while he waited. You were slipping your arms in your jacket as you made your way over to Johnny. He shoved his wallet in his back pocket, you slipped your arm between his. He peered down at you with a small smile before the two of you exited the restaurant.

***

Throughout the car ride and on the way to your door, the two of you had joked about the situation at the restaurant.

“Who would’ve thought that the sweetest angel in the world could break a man’s arm.” The two of you laughed, arriving at the front of your door. You turned to face him.

“But seriously babe, where did that come from?” He grinned with intrigue.

You shrugged. “YouTube I guess. Ever since I got this job, I thought it would be crucial to learn self-defense, even if it’s just a move or two.”

Well,” He started with a teasing smirk plastered on his face,  “I wouldn’t wanna fight you, you’re pretty feisty.”

You blushed with a laugh, pushing him playfully before pulling him into a kiss.

***

- Several Weeks Later -

“Have a good night!” You hollered to the clerk, the door closing behind you with a ring. You had made a quick run to the mini-mart for some milk, it was only a few blocks away from your apartment so you chose to walk rather than waste gas. It was late, pushing nine o’clock. You quickly realized it may not have been the best idea to walk alone at night, especially in such a dimly lit area. You pulled your phone out of your purse to call Johnny, his voice alone made you feel at ease.

Back at the dojo, Johnny was wrapping up with his students.

“Fight!”

Before Mitch could take a second step, Hawk had kicked him halfway off the mat. In the backroom, Johnny's phone vibrated on his desk, the screen illuminating your name.

You sighed, pulling the phone away from your face. The sound of footsteps echoed behind you. You listened closely, your eyes wide. The sound matched yours, same pace, same route, with the exception of the weight the sound carried. You redialed Johnny’s number.

“Alright now I don’t wanna hear any bitchin’ or moanin’ about feeling sore in the morning. You’re here to work hard and be badass.” His phone continued to be ignored as he wrapped up his session.

You held the phone to your face, hoping it would appear as if someone was on the other line. You dared to turn your head only to find no one behind you. You slowly turned your head, eyes wandering over the environment behind you. You turned - smack - you collided with the chest of a tall man towering over you. You quickly backstepped. Two heavy hands wrapped around your arms from behind you. You jumped with a shriek, the screen of your phone cracked as it hit the ground, the carton of milk exploded over the concrete. The man in front of you grinned before taking his steps towards you.

Miguel was the last to leave the dojo, like most nights. Johnny made his way to the backroom, closing the door behind him as he changed out of his clothes. He placed his belongings in his bag, grabbing his phone. The device illuminated, exposing two missed calls from you. He dialed your number, pressing his shoulder to his ear as he gathered his bag and locked the back room. He walked across the dojo, your voicemail playing in his ear. Beep

“Hey babe, sorry I missed your call, was wrapping up with the kids. I’m on my way out, I’ll swing by your place -” He shut the lights to the dojo off, locking the door behind him. “I’ll see you soon.” He hung up, opening the door to his Challenger.

***

Johnny had knocked on your door for the second time.

“Babe?” Silence. He sighed, shifting his focus to the outside hallway. He dialed your number again.

Nothing. He pulled his phone down and stared at it. It was past ten, he knew you didn’t work late.

He walked down the steps, starting to feel the heat rise in his chest as he grew to wonder where you were. He figured you’d probably call him by the time he reached his place.

***

He stared at his phone on the kitchen counter. He took another swig of beer and nearly choked at the rapid knocking on his door. He sped to the door and opened it to see one of the most heartbreaking sights he’s encountered. There you were, trembling at his door. Tears had stained your scratched cheeks, a dark bruise covered your right cheekbone, blood peaked behind your hair from the corner of your head. Your lip, cut, quivered in humiliation and terror. Johnny pulled you in his apartment, as if the action would protect you from further pain.

He turned to you, his throat drying up. He swallowed, “Who did this to you?” He asked in a low but stern voice.

“Johnny-” You choked.

“Babe - please, just tell me who and where the hell they are right now.” He demanded, anger rising. He didn’t bother to ask if you were okay as you clearly weren’t, he thought the quicker he learns about what happened, the faster he’ll get to catching these guys.

“I-I don’t know, I was walking -”

“Where??”

“The Mini-Mart-”

“You were walking to the Mini-Mart?!”

“I needed milk.” You said sheepishly, your voice started to crack.

“Why didn’t you just tell me!?”

“I didn’t want to bother you - you were working!” You shouted back, tears starting to form.

“And look what happened!!”

“Johnny please-” You started to cry, your hand covering your mouth.

His heart shattered. Realizing he was making everything worse he pulled you into his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He rubbed your back. Having you cry into his chest made his eyes start to water.

***

Once the tears had settled, Johnny had led you to his bathroom where he helped clean you up. He had you lean on the counter as he dabbed the blood off your face with a washcloth. You sniffled, hiccups still lingering. You watched as he focused on rinsing the cloth. He bent down to you again, moving his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him so he could plant a kiss to your forehead. He looked you in the eyes as if to ask how you were doing. You nodded, unable to muster a sympathetic smile. He showed his instead and kissed you gently on the lips. He left to his room, returning with his Zebra shirt, your favorite. You accepted the offer and sat up as he removed himself from the bathroom.

You were folding your clothes, crossing over to his bedroom when you caught him by the front door, putting on his black leather jacket.

“Where are you going?” Concern in your voice.

He walked over to you, sympathy written over his face. He gently wrapped his calloused hand over your soft ones.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” The two of you knew what he was planning to do after you were calm enough to describe the men and everything that happened.

“Johnny-” You shook your head with worry.

“Babe-”

“No!” You squeezed his hand, tugging them towards you.

His face fell, watching your emotions untangle once more.

“Please Johnny-” You shook your head, voice breaking as tears started to fall. “Don’t leave me.” You hiccuped.

To hear the sincerity and fear in your voice was all it took to convince him to stay.

He looked down, partially ashamed. He nodded, looking back at you. He stepped forward and gently swiped his thumb over your cheek.

“I’m not gonna leave you.”

***

You were sound asleep in Johnny’s bed resting your head on his chest. He, on the other hand, was wide awake. He caressed your hair and continued to stare at the ceiling. He was trying not to grow too angry as he thought about what you had told him. The thought of someone violently harassing you and to learn it was two men, boiled his blood. He wanted so badly to slip out of the apartment, find the men responsible and kick their ass. But he couldn’t betray your trust, he told you he would stay, so he will.

Hope you enjoyed this part, stay tuned for part 2! 💕

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Due to technical issues - I will be passing away.

I spent 3 hours writing a long but beautiful piece, I had just finished, was starting to add some gifs to it when one of the gifs opened on the same webpage - deleting my entire draft...

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Johnny Lawrence Imagine - Part 2

Author’s Note: Hi! Real quick, this can easily be read as a separate imagine but some sweet people wanted a part 2 and I had a fun idea like this in mind so here it is! Enjoy! 💕 (P.S. - I like to add gifs to my imagines for visuals and I couldn’t find ones I really wanted, so I made them for you guys!)

Summary: Johnny, your friend and crush has been checking up on you almost nightly since you sprained your ankle, but he suddenly stops, leaving you to wonder why, which leads to a sweet surpise at the end.

Your sprained ankle was probably one of the best things to happen to Johnny. He used your injury as an excuse to visit you more and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. You’ve been taking on less hours at work temporarily, as well as putting your painting project on hold for awhile till you’ve healed. Though you had books, Netflix and some smaller projects to keep yourself busy, you felt bored at home. Johnny’s visits were not only a distraction from your pain but it excited you to have your friend, and crush, go out of his way to make sure you were okay.

At first, his visits, if you can even call them visits, were short. The first time he knocked on your door was a surpise. It was late, he had just left the dojo and went straight to your apartment. 

“Hey.” You grinned, opening the door to see Johnny twisting his keys in his hands.

“Hey Y/n,” he smiled, “Just wanted to see how you were doing.” His fingers gesturing to your foot.

You looked down, leaning on your other foot. “Oh, better actually, still kinda wobbly sometimes but good.” 

He nodded. 

“Just came from the dojo?”

“Yeah, practiced some flying elbows today, the kids are learning fast.” he smiled

“Any bloody noses today?” You giggled

“Just one this time.” He chuckled.

The two of you smiled at eachother before he glanced back down at his feet and back at you to wish you a goodnight. The following nights were just about the same or even shorter if you happened to be on the balcony when he passed by - he would wave and ask how you were. One night he surprised you with your favorite ice cream. You were surpised not only by the gesture but that he had remembered it from a conversation the two of you had several months back.

You opened the door to see him in his red and white plaid shirt holding your favoite ice cream in one hand and a grocery bag in the other.

“Hey.” You beamed

“Hey, I thought you could use a treat.” He smiled, holding up the ice cream.

“Oh my god, thank you! That’s so sweet.” He looked down with a smile and rosy cheeks.You grinned with butterflies racing in your stomach as you grabbed the ice cream. 

“I could use some help digging into this...if you’re not busy.” Your invitation surprised both you and him. The two of you had known eachother for several months already but whenever you saw eachother or hungout, it was outside of the apartment complex, or outside of your door.

“Yeah, love to.” He spoke eagerly trying to contain his jittery grin.

***

Several hours later, now 3:00am, the ice cream was halfway finished and the two of you were laughing at a story of his. You swiped tears from the corners of your eyes. 

“Ah man,” His chuckle faded as he shook his head. “Good times.” he smiled to himself.

You chuckled, smiling at him. You scanned his face. He seemed to really miss the old days, you couldn’t blame him, everything is so different now. The two of you had eventually realized the time, in shock that you had been conversing for so long. You had thanked him again for the ice cream before the two of you said goodnight and parted ways. The following days remained the same, minus the ice cream.

***

A week or so had passed since Johnny’s last visit. You had to admit, you felt disappointed. Maybe you’ve grown too accustomed to seeing him frequently, but you couldn’t help but enjoy his company. You had learned so much more about each other on a general and deeper level. You shared so many laughs, it was fun...what the hell happened. Maybe you got awkward a few times, you couldn’t help it, you were friends but he was ultimately still your crush. 

You dismissed these overthinking thoughts as best you could. You hated to dwell on nonsense, it didn’t solve anything. At the end of the day, you were both busy with other things, you’ll see eachother when you see eachother.

***

Little did you know, Johnny had spent the week going on failed dates. He had been so wrapped up in Cobra Kai, Miyagi Do, his personal life and his feelings for you, he didn’t know how to balance it all. Eventually, the dojo drama died down, at least for a couple days. His student, Miguel, had suggested he try out some dating apps. He wasn’t keen on the idea for two reasons, he hates technology and he still had a huge crush on you. However, the puppy dog look struck a cord with Miguel, though he would never admit it, and he gave in. He figured it would be a fun way to hangout with the kid and maybe even find some hot babes along the way.

***

Date after date, Johnny struck out every time. He was convinced he was not the problem until he held a conversation with Miguel about how terrible the dates were going, soon realizing that maybe he was “occasionally” an idiot.  

“Sensai, maybe you guys just aren’t compatible.”

Johnny’s eyes met the kid’s sincere ones.

“I know these hot babes are - hot, but you should look for someone that not only likes the same things you do, but that balances you and makes you feel good about yourself.”

Johnny had nodded at the kids words. The boy went on to talk about his ex but Johnny had long tuned out. He patted the kid on the back and thanked him before heading out the door and leaving the boy in his living room.

*** 

His knuckles met your door twice and were placed back in his pockets. He had the only smirk plastered on his face as he waited for you. He looked up when he heard the creak of your door.

“Oh, hey.” You said, surpised but pleased. 

“Hey.” He smiled stupidly. The nerves in his hands started to spark his realization of how nervous he was to just see your face. He forgot how it felt to have a crush.

“What’s up?” You asked, confused.

‘Shit!’ He thought. It had just hit him - he was so damn giddy that he didn’t even prepare anything to say.

“Um, I just wanted to see how you were doing. I hadn’t seen you in awhile - I missed your company.” He gulped, trying to play it cool as his heart increasingly sped.

You blushed, smiling at his honesty. “I still have some ice cream leftover,” you pushed the door so it would open more. “Finish it with me?” 

He smiled with that classic Lawrence smirk.

***

The two of you had spent the last 20 mintues digging into the ice cream, flirting with your eyes and making conversation about how each other’s weeks have been. You felt bold, bubbly and happy that he came to see you again. He felt just as excited and nervous. Once your conversation started to die down, he was back to staring at you with flirty eyes as he spooned the ice cream back in his mouth. You did the same, but broke eye contact when you felt the heat from your face start to rise. 

“So,” He started, swallowing his last bit of ice cream, licking his lips before speaking again. You watched, awaiting his words patiently as you twirled the spoon on the empty ice cream tub. 

“I was hanging out with Miguel today,” you smiled at the mention of the boy’s name, he was a sweet kid and you knew he meant a lot to Johnny. “And he said something that kinda stuck with me.” He met your eyes again. 

You raised an eyebrow in response, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” His left index finger tapped the spoon sitting in his right hand. He hesitated before continuing on. ‘Don’t be a little bitch.’ he told himself.

“We were talking about - life - and he said, when finding someone to be with,” his eyes met yours once more, “you should be with someone that can balance you. Someone that makes you feel good about yourself.”

Your breath hitched. The way he looked at you when he spoke, you didn’t want to be disappointed, but you were sure this was the moment you’ve been hoping for.

“We’ve known eachother for a few months now,” He continued, lightly chuckling nervously to himself as he fiddled with the spoon. “But I want to get to know you more,” he looked up at you, his face was serious as if to convince you of how truthful each following word was. “Because what I know already is so wonderful.” The two of you stared at eachother. He watched as you smiled at the ground, cheeks pink and hair being tucked behind your ear. He smiled at your cute reaction to his words. Your eyes met his again. He watched as a small smile appeared on your soft face and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of elation fill his body. 

Hope you guys enjoyed this one (plus the gifs I made - I’m very happy with them - my first time making gifs!!) Requests are open probably gonna write more of Johnny💕

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Johnny Lawrence Imagine

Author’s Note: Hi! Real quick - I am on a Johnny Lawrence “high” right now, so the following imagines will probably be about him because I can’t stop thinking about them. This is the first imagine I’m writing about him and the first time in a long while, so please bare with me 😅 Enjoy!

Summary: You and Johnny live in the same apartment building and have become very friendly to eachother. You have developed a secret crush on him and find it quite difficult and awkward to act around him in the event where you sprain your ankle and he offers his help. 

The brush, to your surprise, glided smoothly on your dingy apartment wall. You couldn’t be happier this morning, the flowers were coming out quite nicely and you were just about finished with the living room wall. Your door squeaked before you dipped your brush into the can. You turned, checking to see if anyone was lingering - your apartment isn’t the safest area on the map, but you chose to leave the door open rather than suffer the unbearable fumes of paint under your nose. 

The twitch in your fingertips betrayed you when they tapped the end of the can with your paint brush. You whipped your body in an attempt to stop the can from falling, unfortunately you were unable to save yourself from a hard landing.

***

Johnny spun his key ring around his index finger as he made his way out of his apartment before a crash interrupted his trance. 

Instinctively, he spun his body towards the crash looking up at your open door. 

“Y/N?” He whispered under his breath.

Your shriek vibrated the walls of the building below as your body collided with the ground. 

“Y/N!” He called out before racing up the steps. 

***

Arriving at your doorstep, his eyes scanned the scene before him. Paint and blue tape on the wall, ladder at a slant and you on the ground. 

“Y/n.” He breathed, quickly making his way over to you, “You okay?”

You smiled nervously, a reaction that often happened when you approached Johnny, except this time it was partially because of the pain. You nodded, wincing as you tried to pull your leg towards your core.

“I was painting and - fell off the ladder.” You said sheepishly. 

Johnny’s concerned eyes were glued to your face before they wandered down to your leg. He noticed you wincing each time you made even the slightest movement. 

“Is your leg okay?” He asked, his hand hovering over your leg.

“My foot hurts a lot actually.” You admitted.

He nodded, “Okay, well let’s try to get you up.” He grabbed ahold of your arms and gently lifted you up. You hopped up with your leg in a flamingo stance. You tried to gently place your foot on the ground but it only activated more pain, making you whimper and pull your foot back. Your grip was still tight on johnny’s bicep as you bit your lip in pain and fear of not knowing what to do next. Johnny’s face was sympathetic as he stared down at your foot. 

“Yeah, we might have to take you to the hospital.” He said.

Your heart sank, not having a broken bone or even a sprain before scared the crap out of you. He gathered you weren’t thrilled about the idea as he read the trembling fear off your face. 

“You’ll be fine, promise.” He said with a sympathetic smirk, drawing your eyes towards his. You were easily put into a trance, nodding your head.

“There’s an emergency clnic across the street, they’ll take a look at it and get you taken care of.” 

You were speechless. With pain running up your leg and embarassment rushing over your face, it was too much to handle, too much to form any ‘thank you’s’ or...anything. Before you could form any kind of words out of your mouth, he was already adjusting his arms around you.

“Now let’s just-” He smoothly cupped your body off the ground, an almost inaudible gasp slipped through your lips. “There ya go.” He looked down at you and smiled. Your cheeks turned pink before you smiled. His smile never faded as he turned around and headed out of your door.

*** 

As he carried you down the steps, you finally spoke up.

“Johnny -” You looked up at him as he stared straight, making his way toward his Cobra Kai Challenger. Your right hand stayed frozen on the chest of his soft, red ‘Speed King Motorworks’ shirt while the other started to fall asleep wrapped around his neck. “Thank you.” 

“Please.” he said, dismissing it. His smile faintly lingered on his face.

“Watch your head.” He said as he carefully placed you in the passenger seat, his face inches from yours. You smiled at each other and for a moment it felt like a mutual, unspoken-understanding, as if you both knew how much you thought about kissing the other. He eventually pulled back, closing the door, but you watched as he made his way to the otherside of the car, head down and struggling to keep his smile at bay. 

***

The two of you sat on the old leather chairs of the emergency clnic. You stared at your leg, moving it gently to test the pain. You winced before stopping and looking up at Johnny who was also staring at your movement. He looked up at you and smirked.

“Thank you for taking me, and carrying me down a flight of stairs.” You giggled, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears as you felt your face heat up.

He chuckled, “Anytime.” 

“Y/N?” The nurse called out, interrupting your moment.

You inhaled sharply, turning to Johnny. You wanted to beg him to stay, but fortunately you didn’t have to.

“I’ll be right here.” He assured you.

You felt your shoulders relax as you let out a breath. You nodded, turning back to the nurse.

***

Johnny waited for about an hour in the waiting room. For the first 20 minutes he was bored, looking around the room and moving his legs impatiently. The next 20 minutes he spent scrolling through his phone. By the time you got out, he was deep in old Karate videos on YouTube.

“Well, you were right.” You said, making your way out.

He fumbled with his phone, placing it in his jean pocket. He smiled up at you, “You alright?”

“Yeah, just a sprained ankle, they gave me a brace to wear for awhile. “ You answered, lifting your foot to flash the brace.

He stood up, “That’s not so bad.” he smiled down at you.

*** 

Johnny had drove you back to your apartment complex and politely walked you to your door.

“I like what you’re doing with the wall by the way - flowers and stuff - it’s pretty.” He gestured, shoving his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

You giggled, “Thank you. It’s a work in progress, but I’m just about done.”

“Nice.” He nodded.

The two of you shared another moment of eye contact and silence. So much to be confessed but there was hesitation from both of you.

You looked down, breaking the eye contact, before looking back up and thanking him once more.

“I really appreciate you helping me today -”

“It was no problem.”

“It was sweet.” You confessed.

His eyes met yours as soon as your words slipped. Your heart skipped, heat crept up your neck. You looked down - cursing yourself internally for doing so.

“Well, I’ll leave you to rest -” He leaned forward then back to the balls of his feet, his eyes wandered around your living room. “If you need any help - drop of a hat - I’m there.”

You chuckled, earning a smirk from him. 

“Take care of that foot for me.” He said, you swore you saw his cheeks start to turn pink.

“Will do.” You grinned, flashing a thumbs up.

He returned the thumbs up before exiting your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“Take care of that foot for me? What the fuck was that?!” He cursed himself, hurrying down the steps.

I hope you enjoyed this one! Let me know if you’d like to read more Johnny Lawrence imagines or have any requests! 💕

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Imagine Update!

Here are some upcoming imagines that have been either requested or ones that have been in the shop:

- Sam Winchester x Reader

- John Wick Series Part 5

- Harry Styles Series Part 5

- Bucky Barnes Imagine

- Isaac Lahey Imagine

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Heights - A Superman Imagine

-original idea where the reader is revealed to have a slight fear of heights when Clark Kent tries to take her flying with him.

Imagine...

Months after the Superman hype had wind down, violence in Metropolis had depleted greatly. This meant that Clark and you had more time to spend with each-other. The two of you enjoyed work at The Daily Planet, partially because you got to spend lunch together and partially because of the challenge of the job itself. On nights where neither of you had to work, however, the two of you would enjoy climbing to the rooftop to watch the stars. It was always so beautiful, fresh air, a clear sky and a perfect view of the city.

Tonight, you guys had revisited the rooftop and while you walked up the steps, Clark was beginning to plan a risky idea.

As you reached the top, you stood standing in the middle, head tilted towards the galaxy. Clark watched as you did so, smiling to himself before walking over.

He snakes an arm around your waist, your head turning towards him as you inched closer.

“C’mere, stand on my feet.” His smile slipped.

You raised an eyebrow but did as told. “Why you weirdo?” You giggled

He grinned at you, “Are we gonna dance?” You joked.

“Sort of.” He winked. Your eyes studied his face till something caught your attention in the background.

You gasped, immediately holding him closer and digging your nails into his skin.

“Clark!” Your voice shook as you dared to look down. The city below you made you dizzy, your heart was ready to leap out of your chest and fall to the ground with you. You whipped your head back at him, burying your face in his chest.

“Are you scared?” He chuckled.

“Are you kidding.” You muffled into his chest. You felt the vibration of his laughter which made you more nervous. “Clark!” You begged.

“I have you. Don’t be scared.” He reassured. You honest to God trusted him with every inch of your being, you knew that even if you did slip or fall he would catch you, no doubt about it - you would not be dying. But the fear of falling still made your bones shake. You tried desperately to focus on him holding you. You managed to peek past his shoulder at the skyline behind him. The city lights beamed from far away.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” He commented, smiling at the thought of your expression.

You nodded in awe.

***

Back on the ground, you were quick to take a hot shower to calm your nerves.

“Did you wash off the fear?” He joked as you walked out in pajamas drying your hair. The two of you laughed.

“Listen Mr., not everyone is so keen and chill with hanging out in the middle of the sky.” You protested, to which he laughed and made his way from the couch and over to you.

“But it was fun, right?” He asked, moving his hands to your hips, looking down at you with a cheeky smile. “It was horrifying, but nice to be safe in your arms.” You teased.

He laughed before planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

***

A couple months later, you had taken on an opportunity to catch the man behind the latest political scandal. Your plan had been to meet the man at a restaurant, record the conversation on a hidden drive and submit it to The Daily Planet. Clark thought of it as very risky but he was proud of you and supported your plan, however, he was very stern about him being there with you, if not doing it himself. His heart was in the right place as he simply was concerned about your safety. You, however, were determined to get it done, and while you had agreed that the two of you would work together, the man had changed the time and date to tonight. In the heat of the moment, you decided to go alone as Clark wouldn’t have been able to make it.

***

Fortunately, the conversation between you and the politician went incredibly well. He revealed pieces of evidence that did more than prove what he was accused of. Before the conversation ended you smiled at the man and thanked him for his time. He gave you a strange look before you had left the restaurant.

***

Outside of the restaurant, heading towards The Daily Planet, you had called Clark. He was heading home from work.

“I did it!” You grinned proudly

“Hey! Did what?”

“The plan! I just got out of the restaurant, you have no idea the amount of proof-“

“Y/n, I told you we should do that together.” He retorted, worry in his voice.

“I know, but he rescheduled and I knew you’d just be getting out of work so-“

“I wanted to do it together because of the risk. This is so incredibly dangerous, people like him work tediously for their character to be represented a certain way and they will work by any means necessary -“

“Clark, please just be proud of me for a second-“

“I am sweetie, I am proud of you, but I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

No sooner than he said that, sure enough, you watched as a guy dressed in a crisp black suit continued to follow you.

“Y/n?”

You kept pace, trying not to let the guy know you noticed him.

“Clark...I need you to meet me at the Planet -“

When you made it to the end of the block you haulted as another man made his way towards you.

“Y/n? What happened? Is everything okay?” You could hear the terror in Clark’s voice.

You turned and ran towards the building, though the men followed with an even quicker pace.

“Clark please hurry!” You screamed into the phone, placing it in your pocket, making sure not to hang up.

You ran as fast as you could, now a block away from the building. A black Escalade screeched in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. You managed to run past the trunk before they jumped from the car, racing to the back of the building. More men followed behind, guns now shooting after you. You waved your key at the door, hands shaking, praying the door would open sooner. It clicked, allowing you inside. You pushed the door, immediately plummeting to the ground as a tall man yanked at your ankle. You squealed as his hands pulled you down towards him and roamed over you in search of the drive. You kicked and punched, eventually squirming your way out of his grasp as you had clapped your hands against his ears. You scrambled to your feet and left him moaning in pain. Several flights up, you finally made it onto the floor with the overnight computers. You attempted to baracade the door with a few chairs before plugging the flash-drive in.

Gunshots started to hit the door from the stairway, you whipped your head to see the outline of a bullet forcing its way through the metal door. You yanked the drive out, quickly heading towards the nearest exit. Eventually, you ended up on the roof, the only place clear of deadly men. The wind was harsh tonight, invading more fear in you. You inched towards the edge and jumped back at the sight of how far down the ground was. The sound of a metal door being slammed open caught your attention. You peaked at your phone and saw that Clark was still on the line.

You watched as the men in suits turned the corner and made their way towards you. You looked back at the ledge behind you. Your body started to shake, your knees growing weak as you acknowledged that the only way out of this was to face your fear.

The men shouted at you, pointing their guns your way.

“Clark, remember that night, you took me on a flight-“

You gripped the drive, holding it over the edge, backing your body closer and closer, carefully lifting your shaking legs onto the ledge.

One man ordered the others to put their guns down as you threatened to throw it over the edge. You felt a gust of wind push against you, your body wobbled, wanting to cry as you seemingly were at a crossroads. You could have sworn you heard Clark’s encouraging voice say, “C’mon baby, you got this.” You swallowed hard, and took one step back. The men screamed and leaped forward as you took your final step off the edge of the building.

Wind gusted through your body for a few seconds before familiar arms caught you. You squeaked, though knowing he’d be there to catch you, you were still somehow shocked at the scene. The corners of his mouth turned up as he placed you gently on a much lower level that had access to the computer rooms. You were still very shaken up as he held you for a second.

He squeezed your shoulders, urging you to look up at him.

“I’m so proud of you.” He smiled. You returned the expression.

“Now go finish the job and I’ll take care of these guys.” You nodded and headed towards the door as he flew back up to the building.

***

After finally uploading the drive to the private network, you sat back and placed it back in your pocket. The shake in your hands started to diminish as you sat in the chair smiling at the thought of your own capabilities.

“Happy?” Clark smirked.

You turned around to see Clark making his way towards you. “Yes.” You smiled.

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “Ready?” He opened his hand.

“Actually, tonight’s a great night for a flight.” You grinned.

He smiled back at your new found bravery. “Let’s take a flight.”

Author’s note:

Hope you guys enjoyed this one, I got this random idea this morning and decided to write it for you guys 💕

Requests are always open!