#cobra kai x reader

[uniicorns-arereall]

are you guys ever reading a good fic and then the author just adds a random terrible line and you just stare at it like this:

[brookediamonds]

could you do a cute oneshot where reader and axel have a crush on each other but both are oblivious. HOWEVERRR the whole dojo knows so they team up and make a bet on who’s gonna realize first, team axel or team reader? so we get these cute scenes of the friends trying to drop hints without fully stating it so it’s not cheating. i love the oblivious trope 🤌🤌

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they see right through me | Axel Kovačević x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tired of your endless flirting and bantering, your friends decide to help you and Axel realize the truth about your feelings for one another. You're in love.

Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: None, fluff, oblivious friends to lovers

gif is not mine

You don't notice the way Axel stares at you when you're laughing. You don't notice the way he shifts closer, like even the sound of you is something he wants to be near.

And he doesn't notice the way your heart hammers every time he flashes that rare smile at you.

Or the way you always find some excuse to nudge his arm, like touching him could somehow ground you in all the chaos he brings just by existing.

It's pathetic. At least, that's what your friends think.

"You know what?" Hawk says one day at lunch, flicking a crouton at Demetri, "I'm putting twenty bucks on Y/n realizing it first."

Demetri scoffs. "Axel's gonna cave. He's like, biologically incapable of hiding anything for longer than a week."

Sam grins over her sandwich, setting it back down on the lunch tray.

"We should make this interesting," she proposes.

"Bet," Miguel says instantly, and somehow, even Tory and Robby are in, smirking like they've seen this exact kind of slow-burn stupidity before.

The rules are simple: No direct confessions. No sabotaging. Just a few well-placed nudges.

After all, you and Axel are already halfway in love, you just need a little help.

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You're sitting on the bench, lacing your shoes, when Sam flops down next to you, and Tory leans casually against the wall.

Sam grins mischievously. "So, Y/n."

You narrow your eyes at her immediately sitting up straight. "What?"

"We're curious," Tory spoke. "What's your type?"

You snort glancing between both girls. "Why?"

Sam bumps your shoulder playfully. "C'mon, just tell us."

You roll your eyes but smile, letting out a dramatic sigh as you toss your hands up. "I don't know, tall, I guess."

Tory nods with a smirks etched on her face. "How tall we talkin'?"

"Mmm," you grin without thinking. "Like... six feet?"

Sam chokes on her water as Tory pats her back. You shrug, oblivious to their approach.

"Someone who's protective. Like, really protective, even if they pretend not to care," you continue.

Tory crosses her arms, hiding a knowing grin.

You, still clueless, swing your leg over the bench and add, "And strong. Like... built strong. So if I'm being annoying and clinging to him, he can still pick me up and toss me around if he wants."

Both girls are silently freaking out now.

Tory tilts her head. "Anyone specific in mind?" she asks innocently.

You rose your brows, confused. "Huh? No, not really."

The blonde coughs loudly to cover her snort. "Subtle."

"What?" You frown.

They don't answer, they just cackle while you sit there, dumbfounded, unknowingly describing Axel like you were reading his damn bio page.

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Axel’s leaning against the side of the dojo after training, drinking water, shirt sticking to him from sparring.

Miguel and Robby approach him, way too casually.

"Yo, Axel," Miguel says, twirling his water bottle. "Serious question. You into anyone?"

Axel raises an eyebrow, suspicious. "Why?"

Robby shrugs, smirking. "Just curious, man. What's your type?"

Axel wipes sweat off his brow with the hem of his shirt, thinking for a long moment. You can tell he's not used to talking about this.

Finally, he shrugs, tone low and careless. "I don't know. Someone who doesn't take my shit."

Miguel bites back a grin. "Oh, yeah?"

Axel nods, staring somewhere over their shoulders, like he's seeing someone in his head without realizing it. "Someone who's... stubborn. Mouthy. Gets under your skin but you don't even mind."

Robby smirks as he see's you walks past the group of boys with a small smile. "Sounds familiar."

Axel ignores him, his eyes lingering on you as you pass them but not before sticking your tongue out at him. Axel rolls his eyes at your gesture, ignoring the sudden rate of his heart.

He's still talking, almost absentminded: "Someone who's always right there. Annoying as hell but... it's not annoying. Not really."

Miguel's eyebrows shoot up.

Axel shrugs again, face unreadable. "Someone who makes me feel like I'm not alone even when I don’t say anything."

There's a heavy beat of silence.

Miguel and Robby share a look of smugness with each other as Axel's gaze breaks away from you.

"Good to know," Robby smirks before him and Miguel saunter away from the boy. Axel grunts in response, oblivious to their motive, and goes back to drinking his water.

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You and Axel are the last to leave practice one evening, walking slowly under the fading sky.

You're carrying your gear bag over your shoulder; he's slinging his jacket on, every movement easy, natural, familiar.

"You're quieter than usual," he says.

You bump his arm with your elbow, pretending your face isn't burning. "Maybe you're just louder."

He laughs, low and warm, and it does something weird to your chest. That's been happening for a few months now.

You both stand there for a second too long at the curb.

Not moving. Not talking. Not realizing you're each thinking the same thing.

Say something. Anything.

Instead, Axel clears his throat and kicks a rock into the street. "Later, brat."

"Later, loser," you mutter back, but your smile lingers longer than it should.

From across the parking lot, Robby and Tory watch in agony as another day goes by without a confession.

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Your friends are practically foaming at the mouth the following day when you're caught up in one of your normal behaviors that feels normal, but shouldn't be between two friends.

You don't really notice you're doing it anymore. A hand tugging at Axe'’s sleeve when you're walking together. A bump of your shoulder into his when you're standing in line.

Leaning against his side when you're sitting too close on the couch, legs swinging off the edge like a kid. To be fair, you're a naturally touchy person.

Your love language is physical touch. You like hugs. You like bumping arms. You like being close to the people you care about.

Normally, Axel hates that kind of thing.

Miguel tried to throw an arm around him once, Axel shoved him off so fast Miguel almost face planted into the sidewalk.

Hawk gave him a "bro hug" one time after a tournament win and got a dead-eyed glare so chilling he immediately backed off.

And yet.

When it's you clinging to his sleeve, tugging on his jacket, leaning into his side, he doesn't say a word. He doesn't even flinch.

Sometimes he scowls, but it's not real. Not the real scowl he gives everyone else. And everyone notices.

"Is she hanging off him again?" Tory mutters one afternoon, watching you drape yourself lazily against Axel's side while he scrolls through something on his phone, totally unbothered.

"She's basically a backpack at this point," Robby deadpans.

Hawk whistles under his breath. "Dude, if I touched him like that, I'd be in the ER."

Demetri scoffs adjusting his stance, voice full of wonder. "It's like observing a real-life exception to natural laws."

"He's so gone for her it's so cute," Sam just shakes her head, grinning.

As you get up to go use the restroom, your friends decide to test their theory.

"Watch this," Hawk whispers to Demetri and Robby, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Axel stays sitting on the couch in the Cobra Kai break room, arms crossed, continuing to scroll through his phone.

Hawk saunters over casually, pretending to yawn, and then oh-so-casually leans against Axel's shoulder.

You could hear a pin drop. Axel's entire body stiffens. Slowly, very slowly, he lowers his phone and turns his head.

His death glare could probably set the building on fire.

Hawk immediately peels off, hands up in surrender. "Chill, bro! It was a joke!"

Axel just rolls his eyes and goes back to his phone, shoulders visibly tense.

Across the room, Tory and Sam are trying not to bust out laughing, both of them nudging each other with their elbows.

Two minutes later, you come wandering back over. Without even thinking, you plop down next to Axel, way closer than necessary, your thigh pressed against his, your head tipping lazily against his shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Axel doesn’t move. He doesn’t glare. He doesn’t flinch. You sigh contentedly.

They all watch as Axel, who supposedly "hates" being touched, shifts slightly, just enough to let you rest your head against his shoulder.

No protest. No annoyed grumble. Nothing.

Just a small glance down at you, so brief you almost miss it, and the slightest, barest tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth. Like he's not just tolerating it. Like he likes it. A lot.

"You're comfy," you mumble, half-asleep against him after a long practice.

Axel snorts. "You're heavy."

"Rude," you grumble without moving an inch.

He doesn't push you off. Doesn’t even roll his eyes.

He just sits there, letting you soak up his warmth, one arm lazily slung along the back of the couch, hovering, like he's thinking about pulling you in properly but doesn't quite dare.

Your friends shake their heads in disbelief at the sight in front of them.

If this was how Axel acted when he "wasn't dating" you... everyone could already guess exactly how bad it was going to be once he finally admitted it.

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You're placing your notebook into your backpack at your school locker when suddenly two of your friends presented themselves.

"Hey," Sam and Tory grin mischievously, one on either side of you. You sigh zipping up your bag before giving them your undivided attention.

They had been acting strange lately, and you didn't know why.

"What now?" You ask with a slight chuckle.

"Oh, nothing," Tory shrugs. "Just wondering if you ever get, you know, tired."

You tilt your head at her question, looking back at Sam. "...Tired?"

Sam nods her head, fake-innocent. "Yeah. From chasing after certain people all the time."

You flush instantly, a redness creeping up your face. "I am NOT—"

Sam cuts you off, laughing, patting your shoulder gently. "We’re just saying. If I had a giant, protective Croatian following me around all day, I wouldn't exactly be complaining."

"I'm not complaining!" You splutter. "I'm— we're just friends!"

"Yeah?" Tory smirks even wider. "So if he asked you out right now, you'd say no?"

You open your mouth to snap back, then immediately shut it when you realize you don’t have a good answer.

Your face gives you away. Sam and Tory howl with laughter, exchanging a knowing high-five as you bury your burning face in your hands.

"Friends, huh," Sam teases, nudging you. "Sure, Y/n. Sure."

"You guys suck," you pout covering your face with your hands from embarrassment. They sling their arms around you as they guide towards the exit of the school.

Earlier that same day, Axel sat in study hall, finishing up a reading he was supposed to do last night when Miguel and Hawk approach him.

"Yo," Hawk says casually. "Random question."

Axel glances up from his textbook, seeing both boys sit across from him.

"If you had to describe your ideal girlfriend," Hawk continues, a shit-eating grin on his face, "what would she be like?"

Axel snorts. If he had known better, he would think his friends are trying to set him with all the questions they've been asking him lately.

"Don’t have one," he responds plainly.

Miguel raises an eyebrow. "Really? No preferences at all? Like, not even someone who's… I don’t know…"

He trails off, smirking. "...shorter than you by, like, a foot? Little bit mouthy? Can kick your ass if she wanted to?"

Axel side-eyes him suspiciously. His mind immediately forms an image of you in his mind, but they can't know that.

"Yeah," Hawk jumps in. "And maybe she's super clingy and always hanging off you even though you pretend you hate it."

Axel stiffens slightly at the mention of clingy, because that was definitely something you were. And he loved it.

Miguel leans closer, grinning. "Maybe she's got this bratty little smirk you pretend not to notice but you're obsessed with it—"

"Shut up," Axel mutters catching on to their description of you.

Both of them die laughing. Axel crosses his arms, jaw tight, but his ears are a little red.

"Bro," Miguel claps him on the shoulder. "Just admit it. You’re doomed."

Axel scowls at the two boys, but doesn't deny it.

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You stop hovering next to Axel after practice. You don't sit half in his lap on the couch anymore. You stop tugging on his sleeve when you want his attention.

At first, Axel thinks maybe you're just tired. But then it keeps happening.

You sit on the other side of the room during movie night. You spar with Demetri instead of volunteering to team up with Axel. You barely even glance at him when you laugh at a joke.

Axel sits there, arms crossed, scowling darkly, his brain screaming what the fuck did I do???

Everyone notices. They're all exchanging wildly amused looks while Axel broods harder than ever.

Axel hates it. Hates the distance. Hates how much colder the world feels without you constantly in his space.

The dojo door clicks shut behind you with a soft thud, leaving you standing in the thick, humid air of the parking lot.

It's quiet. Most of the cars are gone. Everyone else already peeled off to go home or out to eat, leaving you and your heavy thoughts behind.

You're fumbling with your phone when you notice him. Sitting alone. Axel.

Perched on the curb, elbows resting on his knees, head tilted back slightly like he's watching the sky darken. The faint orange glow of the streetlights kisses his skin, painting him in gold and shadow.

Your heart lurches in your chest at the sight. He has his car. You know he has his car. Which means… he's waiting.

For you.

You bite your lip, nerves bubbling under your skin. Slowly, cautiously, you walk toward him.

"Hey," you murmur, voice almost shy.

Axel lifts his head, and the moment his dark blue eyes find yours, something softens in them. Something eases.

He doesn't say anything. Just shifts slightly to the side, making room. You hesitate for half a second before dropping down next to him, your knees brushing his.

The concrete is warm against your jeans. The air hums with the sounds of crickets and distant traffic. You stare at your shoes, heart hammering.

Neither of you speaks at first. Just sitting there, breathing the same air, close enough to touch but not quite brave enough yet.

Then, quietly, Axel asks:

"You okay?"

You glance up, startled. His voice is rough around the edges, careful, like he's afraid of saying the wrong thing and pushing you farther away.

He’s fidgeting slightly, thumb picking at the fraying hem of his sleeve. You realize he's been worrying. Worrying about you.

Before you can answer, he adds, even quieter:

"Did I... do something?"

The look on his face shatters you. Wide open. Uncertain. Desperate to fix it if he hurt you without knowing.

"No—no," you rush out, shaking your head. "You didn't do anything, Axel. I swear."

Relief flashes across his face, so quick and raw it makes your chest ache. You shift closer, almost without thinking, until your thigh brushes his.

You reach out, hesitating only a second before curling your hand lightly around his wrist making him freeze. Not because he doesn't want it, but because he's still so goddamn gentle with you.

Like you're something he doesn't dare break. You take a deep breath, gathering your courage.

"I've just... been kind of a mess," you admit, voice trembling a little. "I thought if I kept my distance, it would help. But it didn't. It just made me miserable."

Axel’s brows knit together, confused. You exhale shakily.

"I... I have feelings for someone," you say, so soft it’s almost a whisper.

His whole body goes still. You force yourself to keep going, even though every nerve ending is screaming at you to run.

"And being around them— you—" you don't miss his twitch at the word 'you.' "— just made it harder to hide. I thought if I pulled away, maybe the feelings would go away too. But they didn't. They just got worse."

You squeeze his wrist gently, grounding yourself. Finally, finally, you lift your eyes to meet his.

"I like you, Axel. A lot."

The world tilts. You feel it. The exact second he stops breathing.

For one heartbeat, maybe two, he just stares at you, eyes wide and stunned, like he can't quite process what he's hearing.

Then, slowly, like he's afraid he'll scare you off, he turns his hand under yours and laces your fingers together.

"You're serious?" he asks, voice barely a rasp.

You nod, throat too tight to speak. Axel exhales shakily, a broken, grateful sound, and tugs you a little closer by your joined hands.

"So fucking serious," you manage to whisper.

And in the next breath, Axel does something he's never done before. He leans in, forehead bumping yours, clumsy and desperate, and just holds you there, breathing you in.

Not a kiss. Not yet. Just the kind of closeness he's been craving for so long it hurts. You close your eyes, fingers tightening around his, heart thudding wildly.

"I thought I was imagining it," he says, voice low and rough. "Thought you were just... being you. All those times you touched me. Thought you’d never want someone like me."

You squeeze his hand, smiling shakily. "Well... too bad. You're stuck with me now."

His mouth curves into the softest, rarest smile, a real one, the kind nobody else ever gets to see.

"Wouldn't want anyone else," he murmurs.

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The halls buzz with the low hum of early morning, lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking on polished floors, friends greeting each other with tired yawns and laughter.

None of it matters.

Not when you're walking in hand-in-hand with Axel, your fingers laced so tightly together it's like you're daring anyone to even try to separate you.

He towers beside you, backpack slung lazily over one shoulder, and a rare, barely-there smile playing on his lips. He's trying to act casual about it.

You on the other hand, are not.

Still buzzing from last night’s confession, you tug his hand closer to your chest, and lean up on your toes to press a quick, adoring kiss to his cheek.

Axel stiffens in surprise for half a second, then practically melts, his grip tightening on your hand like he never wants to let go.

"ABOUT DAMN TIME!" Hawk crows, fist-pumping the air from down the hall.

You laugh into Axel's shoulder as you approach your group of friends already gathered by the lockers, all grinning like idiots.

Sam practically glows with excitement, bouncing on her toes. Tory smirks knowingly, arms crossed. Miguel and Robby exchange looks like "we knew it."

Demetri claps his hands together, mock-serious. "I would like to personally thank the Academy, and my unwavering faith in dumb, lovesick teenagers."

Hawk points dramatically at Axel. "I KNEW you were whipped, bro!"

Axel just raises a brow coolly, not bothering to argue, and pulls you closer by the hand he's still fiercely holding. You beam up at him, absolutely unbothered.

Sam nudges your side, grinning. "So? Who caved first? Who made the first move?"

All eyes turn expectantly to Axel. He opens his mouth, and you beat him to it, giggling.

"I did," you announce proudly. "I confessed first."

There's a stunned beat of silence.

"YES!" Tory crows, spinning to high-five Sam.

Miguel groans, pulling a crumpled ten-dollar bill from his pocket and slapping it into Sam's outstretched hand. Robby follows suit with a muttered curse. Demetri just sighs dramatically, digging into his backpack for his wallet.

The girls are smirking like they just won the Super Bowl.

"You bet on me?" You chuckle. "How sweet!"

Sam winks at you. "Never bet against a girl who knows what she wants."

"You're all terrible," Demetri grumbles, handing over his money.

"Correction," Tory says, counting the bills. "We're rich."

You snicker, hiding your face against Axel’s arm as the boys bicker and complain around you.

Axel leans down, voice low and rough against your ear.

"Took you long enough, brat," he murmurs, quiet and sure.

You feel your whole face heat up, partly from his words, mostly from how fond he sounds when he says it. Like teasing you is his favorite thing in the world.

You smack his arm lightly, grinning. "Shut up."

He just huffs a soft laugh under his breath. Pleased, smug, yours, and without thinking, he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

Right there in the middle of the hallway. Like he doesn’t care who sees. Like he’s been waiting forever to do it.

And you, grinning like an idiot, press into his side even closer. Because it's him, it's always been him.

And now? It always will be.

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(a/n: this was so damn cute to write. btw requests are back open 😉)

[itsnesss]

Can you do Lawrence reader and Miguel studying turned smut and at the end when the finish before reader can get off of Miguel they are caught by an angry Johnny

𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 | miguel diaz × lawrence!fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | smut, explicit content, fingering, masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex, awkward situations, first time

word count | 2.3 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You are in your room, sitting on the floor with books scattered around you and Miguel by your side. Your legs are crossed, and every time you move a little, you brush against his. He glances at you with that smile that always manages to disarm you. You are supposed to be studying for the history exam, but the truth is you have barely retained a word of what you have read.

"So, who signed the Declaration of Independence?" Miguel asks, leaning in a little closer. His voice has a playful tone, and you know he is also losing interest in studying.

"Thomas Jefferson?" you respond, although you're not even sure. You are too distracted watching a lock of his hair fall over his forehead.

"Correct."Miguel nods, but he doesn't look at the book again. Instead, he watches you, and you feel your face heat up under his gaze. "I think you need a break".

Before you can protest, Miguel takes your hand and intertwines it with his. His touch is warm, comforting, but at the same time, it awakens something more in you.

"Maybe," you murmur, as your eyes drop to his lips.

He approaches slowly, giving you time to stop him if you wish. But you don't. When his lips finally find yours, everything else disappears. The books, the notes, even the idea that they might be discovered, all fade into the background.

The kiss intensifies, and soon both of you are lying on the carpet. His hands roam your back, and yours cling to his shirt as if you feared someone might separate you.

"Are you sure?" he whispers in your ear, his breath ragged.

You look him in the eyes and nod.

"Yes".

Miguel carefully takes you to bed, always attentive to your reactions. Between nervous laughter and caresses, they cross a line they had never explored before. The house is empty, and the silence is only broken by their sighs and soft words. It's like a dream, but one you wish would never end.

His hand glides down your leg, and with delicacy, he moves your pajamas aside. The next thing is the touch of his fingers on your skin, caressing you. The sensation is so intense that you bite your lips to avoid screaming. However, the need to express yourself is too strong, and soon a moan escapes you.

"Good?" he asks, as if the answer were obvious.

You nod, and he continues, but his fingers have barely begun. You touch your neck, your ear, as you feel your legs tense under his touch. The room blurs, and your eyes close as an orgasm overwhelms you.

Before you recover, you feel a different touch on your thighs. A soft, warm cloth that moves up your stomach and stops over your breasts. You have barely opened your eyes to see what it is when you feel his breath on your skin and his teeth nibbling your nipples. You place your hands on his shoulders, and feel how he tenses under your fingers.

His eyes are fixed on yours, as if he is about to ask for your permission for something.

And he does it.

"I want to see you," he says, with a hoarse voice and his gaze fixed on your pajamas.

Once again, you feel your face flush, but it's a sensation different from shame. You want to show him something else, something no one has seen before. And he gives you the confidence and support to do it.

You nod, your cheeks still red, and his smile is the best reward. His fingers slide up your waist and touch the hem of your shirt. He looks into your eyes, as if asking for permission, before lifting it. Your first reaction is to cover yourself, but he stops you with a gesture.

"No," he says gently. You are beautiful.

And you believe it.

Then, he takes off his shirt and lies down on top of you. The contact of his skin with yours is like a wave of heat that runs through your entire body. His eyes have an intense glow as his lips explore your throat, your shoulder... His breath is strong in your ear, and you feel him close, so close, but still not close enough.

"I want to feel you," you whisper, and you don't know if you're more surprised by your bravery or his hands on your shorts. I want you to be mine.

I want you to make me yours.

Miguel stops, as if he hadn't expected to hear that. Then, he looks you in the eyes and moves a little closer.

"Do you want us to do this?" he asks, his voice full of longing. You want to say yes, but before you have the chance, he continues. "Do you want us to sleep together?"

You look him in the eyes while the question resonates in your mind. You want to do this with him, but... Are you ready? Is it time to take this step.

You nod, unable to help it. The answer to their questions is yes. And there's no turning back. Only one path: towards him.

"So..." he says, taking a deep breath. "So, let me do it right. Tell me what you need, okay" and his eyes shine with passion.

"Tell me what you like. Tell me how you like it".

"Make me yours," you murmur, and his smile makes me feel like I can achieve anything in the world. "Make me truly yours".

And he does it, with every kiss, every caress... He does it as if you were something precious, something that deserves care and love. His fingers touch you as if they were the hands of a god, and soon you feel a need in your groin. His breath is heavy on you as his eyes never leave you. He moves his hand down, and your finger slides over your sensitive flesh.

"Here?" he asks.

"Yes" you say, with your breath increasingly agitated. "Yes..."

His finger enters you gently, slowly, but you feel it like a wave. You feel like screaming, but you don't want him to stop either, so you bite your hand to avoid it. He sees it and kisses it, his eyes locked on yours.

"More?" he whispers, and you nod. "Faster?"

"Yes..." you say, and your voice is more of a whisper than an audible response. "Yes..."

And he listens, always with his gaze on you. His fingers move faster inside you, and soon you feel a heat rising up your thighs, your stomach, until it reaches your throat. You look into his eyes at that moment, while his mouth curves into a smile. You feel that you want to do it for him too, to make him feel as good as he makes you feel.

You want to caress him, do something for him. You want him to feel it, to know that you are also capable of giving.

"What do you say if..." you begin, but stop, not knowing how to continue. "What do you say if you want...?"

"If I want what?" he asks with curiosity, his finger still inside you. And you take a deep breath before continuing to speak.

"If you want me to touch you, what should I do?" his eyes widen a little, as if he didn't expect that question. But her smile returns immediately, and it fills with mischief.

"Well, you can start by petting it" he says, moving his finger on you a little. "And then..." he stops and looks at you a bit awkwardly.

"Well, there are countless ways, you know? It depends on what he likes". "Do you want to try?" he asks, and you nod, feeling a bit curious.

Miguel pulls his fingers away from you and caresses your face. His smile is one of pride, as if you had passed a difficult test.

Then, start taking off the rest of your clothes.

"Let's do this" he says, and you can't help but let out a nervous laugh.

Both of you are naked in bed, with your legs open and your groin exposed. You feel a bit of embarrassment, but when you look into his eyes, you know he doesn't judge you. He simply desires you.

"You can start," he says, bringing his body closer to yours. You bring your fingers to his member, which throbs gently. You caress it a little and feel the soft skin under your fingers. "Like that, exactly like that" he says, closing his eyes. "Good job" and their smile fills you with confidence.

So, not knowing what to do, you bring your mouth closer to his member. He stops for a moment, surprised.

"Alright" he says, leaning over you. "You can do it".

And you do it, taking his member into your mouth. The taste is salty and pleasant, and you are surprised by the size. You want to please Miguel, so you caress him with your tongue. He moans, and his fingers clutch your hair.

"That's it," he says, breathing heavily. "Exactly like that".

So, you feel his member grow in your mouth, and when you look up, his eyes are fixed on you. His gaze is intense, full of admiration and love. And that makes you want more.

You feel their breathing becoming heavier, and you can notice the tension in their body. You stop a little before it ends.

"Good?" he says, smiling a little. Her expression is so sweet and affectionate that you feel like you're melting. "Does it seem okay to you if I make you mine?" and you nod without hesitation. "And if I tell you that I love you?"

"Yes," you reply, and he approaches you. And I love you too.

And you say it with the truth in your heart. You love Miguel truly, truly truly. And you want him to remain yours for the rest of your life.

Then, his member throbs in your crotch and slides inside you. You want to scream, but his mouth covers it with a kiss. His fingers grip your hips and lift them slightly. The touch is different from before, but it's also good. You feel his member inside you, with a close contact that makes you want to scream.

"I'm fine," you whisper in his ear. "I'm fine, don't worry about me" and his smile shines again.

He begins to move inside you, faster and faster. His fingers caress your hips, your thighs... Your skin throbs with need, and you want to feel more of him.

"Miguel..." you whisper, barely audible. "Miguel, I love you..."

His eyes shine, and he starts kissing your neck.

"And I love you too" he whispers. "I love you, I love you, I love you..." and you feel as if you were in a dream.

Then, a warmth runs down your back and you feel something approaching. But you don't stop, you want more. You want to feel that you are his.

"Make me yours, please," you say, barely audible, while you caress his back. Make me yours. Make me yours completely.

And he does it.

His breathing becomes heavier and you feel his member growing larger inside you.

"Miguel" you whisper "Please, Miguel...".

"This is..." he says, but he can't finish. His eyes widen, his face tenses. "My God!" he screams, and his member stops. "I'm..."

And you feel his ejaculation inside you, warm and soft. The touch makes your breathing heavier too, and makes you want more. You want to bring it back to your mouth, you want to make it keep tasting, but you can't move. You simply feel that pleasure fills you.

Then, you feel a wave that runs through you entirely. It's intense, strong, and makes you feel as if you're floating in the air. The sensation is indescribable, but it's something more than pleasure. It's the love, the connection, the fact of knowing that you are both united in that moment. You feel their lips on your neck, and their breath on your skin. And you know that you will never be able to forget this, you will never be able to erase this moment from your mind.

You are lying with him in your bed, covered with the sheet and with his arms wrapped around your body, his chest against your back. His fingers gently caress your arm while his breath warms your ear. You feel his erection still inside you, but you don't mind. You even feel it as something pleasurable, something that connects you to him.

"You look beautiful" he whispers in your ear, with his soft voice. "You are perfect, you are..." and he stops. Her breathing becomes a little heavier, but you don't know why. "I love you" he says, as if that were the right answer.

"I love you too" you reply, smiling, and you feel his arms tighten a little more around you.

The magic shatters abruptly when the door swings open with a yank.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

You jump as if you had been electrocuted, and Miguel barely has time to cover himself with the sheet. There is your father, with a face red with fury and bulging eyes.

"Miguel!" he shouts, pointing at him with an accusing finger. "You are my student, for God's sake! And you?"

"And you?" he turns to you, her daughter. "Is this for real?!"

"Dad, I can explain," you say quickly, but you know there's no excuse that will calm him down now.

Miguel tries to speak:

"Sensei Lawrence, I'm sorry, I didn't mean"

"Shut up!"Johnny cuts off his words with a look that could pierce steel. "Get out of this house right now before I throw you out myself!. Your mother will know about this!"

Miguel looks at you with a mixture of regret and fear before slowly getting up, taking his things, and leaving the room. You are left alone with your father, who now seems more disappointed than furious.

"What were you thinking?" he asks, his voice lower but laden with reproach.

"I don't know," you murmur, unable to look him in the eyes.

Johnny sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"We'll talk about this later. For now, I don't want you to see Miguel for a long time. Understood?"

You want to protest, but you know it won't do any good. So you just nod.

[hs-is-loml]

FORGET ABOUT SMUT. PLEASE I AM TIRED OF IT. I NEED ANGST. I NEED GUT WRENCHING EMOTIONAL TURMOIL THAT MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMACH. I NEED TO BAWL JUST FROM THINKING ABOUT IT.

[eu-nicola]

real blow

summary: a fight leads to something else

warnings: nothing

word counter: 1417

author’s note: english is not my first language

The dojo was silent when you entered. Only the creaking of the wood beneath your feet and the faint whistle of the wind filtering through the windows could be heard. The tension in the air was palpable, almost suffocating. Miguel was already there, arms crossed and jaw tense. His gaze burned with a mix of frustration and concern, and you knew this conversation wasn’t going to end well.  

"Where were you?" he asked, his tone attempting to remain calm but unable to hide the contained anger.  

"Since when do I have to report to you?" you replied, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms.  

Miguel exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself.  

"It’s not about that. It’s about the fact that you always get into trouble. You don’t think about the consequences. Do you know how much I worry about you?"  

You rolled your eyes, tired of hearing the same thing over and over.  

"I’m not a child, Miguel! I can take care of myself."  

"It’s not about whether you can or not! It’s that you shouldn’t have to do it alone!" His voice rose, his gaze growing more intense. "You always put yourself in danger without thinking about the people who care about you."  

His words hit you harder than you wanted to admit. You bit your lip, feeling a mix of guilt and anger swirling in your chest.  

"And you always try to control me as if I can’t make my own decisions!" you snapped, stepping forward.  

Miguel shook his head, frustrated.  

"It’s not control, it’s concern. But of course, you never listen. You always do whatever you want without caring about anything."  

"Because I’m sick of everyone telling me what to do!" Your fists clenched tightly. "If it bothers you so much, then stop worrying about me!"  

Miguel looked at you as if you had just said the worst possible thing. A muscle in his jaw twitched, and his posture shifted. His eyes burned with something deeper than just anger.  

"Is that what you want?" he asked, his tone low but dangerous.  

"Maybe."  

The silence between you became unbearable. It was Miguel who broke the distance, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it aside.  

"Fine. If you want to prove you can take care of yourself, do it. Here. Now."  

Your eyes narrowed, instantly understanding his challenge. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. Without hesitation, you moved to the center of the tatami and took your stance.  

"Whenever you’re ready, Díaz."  

Miguel didn’t wait. He launched a quick strike, which you barely dodged by pivoting on your heels. Your response was immediate: a kick aimed at his side, which he easily blocked before grabbing your ankle and attempting to throw you off balance. You twisted in the air and landed gracefully, but the moment your feet touched the ground, Miguel was already coming at you with another attack.  

Every strike, every movement was charged with unspoken emotions. This wasn’t just a physical fight, it was a battle of pride, of unresolved frustrations, of tangled feelings.  

"You’re so stubborn!" Miguel growled, throwing a punch that you blocked with your forearm, feeling the force behind his attack.  

"And you’re a damn fool!" you shot back, delivering a spinning kick that made him step back.  

He wiped the corner of his lip with the back of his hand, a wry smile forming.  

"You know I’m just telling the truth."  

"Oh yeah?" you snapped, lunging at him with a series of quick strikes. "And what truth is that, Miguel? That you can’t stand me doing anything without you?"  

He caught your wrist and twisted you abruptly, pinning you from behind.  

"I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you and me being unable to do anything about it."  

His confession took you by surprise. Your heartbeat stuttered in your chest. But you couldn’t let the conversation end like this. Using the momentum of his grip, you spun on your own axis, breaking free and landing a solid hit to his abdomen, making him let out a sharp breath.  

"You can’t protect me from everything."  

Miguel bent slightly, breathing heavily, but when he lifted his head, there was something more than anger in his eyes.  

"Maybe not, but I’d rather try than see you get hurt."  

Your lips parted, but no words came out.  

The fight continued, but the intensity had shifted. It was no longer just anger burning between you, it was something deeper, rawer. A well-placed kick from Miguel sent you falling onto your back, but at the last second, he moved to soften your landing, ending up on top of you.  

Both of you were breathing heavily. His face was too close. His dark eyes, filled with emotions you couldn’t decipher, bore into yours with a mix of frustration and something else.  

"Let me worry about you," he whispered.  

Your heart pounded against your ribs.  

"I don’t know if I know how to let you," you admitted in a quiet voice.  

The dojo was steeped in thick silence, only interrupted by the ragged sounds of your breathing.  

Sweat beaded on your forehead, and you felt the rapid pulse in your wrists. The adrenaline still surged through your veins, but the fire of the fight had changed. It was no longer about winning. It was no longer about proving who was right.  

Miguel was there, his chest rising and falling unevenly.  

Your gaze drifted to him, taking in the furrowed brow, the clenched jaw, and the way his chest expanded with each labored breath. You had always seen him like this, intense, determined, unwilling to back down. But now, in this moment of forced stillness, you could see beyond his anger.  

You could see his fear.  

"Do you always have to argue about everything?" his voice broke the silence, though it sounded more exhausted than annoyed.  

You rolled your eyes, but a tired smile tugged at your lips.  

"Do you always have to try and save me?"  

Miguel looked at you, and when your eyes met, it was as if the air between you shifted. Suddenly, the fight, the harsh words, the pride, it all felt small compared to what really mattered.  

He swallowed, his lips parting as if he was about to say something, but in the end, he only let out a sigh.  

"It’s not that I want to save you," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, lower, more sincere. "It’s that I can’t stand the idea of losing you."  

Your heart clenched in your chest. Miguel didn’t look away, and for the first time, there were no barriers between you. No excuses, no pride, no fear disguised as anger. Just the raw truth between your breathless silence.

"Miguel..." you whispered, but you didn’t know what else to say.  

There was no need for words.  

Without thinking too much, you leaned slightly toward him. It was a subtle movement, almost imperceptible, but Miguel noticed it instantly. His gaze flickered briefly to your lips before meeting yours again, as if he were assessing whether he should cross that line.  

And he did.  

Slowly, with a mix of hesitation and resolve, Miguel moved closer until his nose brushed against yours. His warm breath fanned over your slightly parted lips, and for a moment, the entire world stood still.  

His hand reached up to your face, his fingers barely grazing your skin, as if he feared you might disappear at any second.  

"Tell me you don't want this," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.  

But you didn’t. Because you did want it. You wanted it more than you had ever been willing to admit.  

So instead of responding with words, you closed your eyes and closed the distance, letting your lips meet his.  

The kiss was slow, yet filled with everything you had left unspoken until now. It was the release of every argument, every worry disguised as anger, every glance that had lasted too long but never long enough.  

Miguel moved with the same intensity with which he fought, passionate, determined, unrestrained. His hand slid to the curve of your waist, pulling you closer, while yours clung to his shirt, as if you feared he might pull away at any moment.  

But he didn’t.

[extinctlesspains]

pls write for axel kovacevic, my bby is deprived of love 😔🤲

𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦: 𝐴𝑥𝑒𝑙 𝐾𝑜𝑣𝑎��𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑐

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐴𝑥𝑒𝑙 𝐾𝑜𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑐 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚! 𝑀𝑖𝑦𝑎𝑔𝑖-𝐷𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝐴𝑥𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑓𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑖𝑠.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔

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You walked around the training rooms with Sam, talking about the teams you would face later in the tournament. Sam put her hand in front of you, making you abruptly stop. You furrowed your brows in confusion. Noticing your muddled expression, Sam gestured toward the open door. Inside stood a tall student with his sensei.

You had seen him before and if you recalled correctly his name was Axel and he was the male captain of the Iron Dragons. You widen your eyes as Sensei wolf started beating at Axel for messing up his karate move. You couldn't help but watch in shock. Sam grabbed your hand and started walking away fast. As you turned to look back at Axel, your eyes met.

They were filled with pain and weakness. You looked back at him with an empathetic look before getting dragged away by Sam.

.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭・.・゜゜・

Karate wasn't on his mind. Axel didn't have anything on his mind, except you. Who were you? His heart couldn't help but flutter at the thought of you. Your eyes, hair, the way you looked in your Gi.

You were so beautiful... He was going crazy. Catching himself daydream, he sighed and frowned. This feeling was love... And he wasn't complaining. He snapped out of his delusions, going back to practice his Karate on the beach.

That's when it happened...

You ran out on the sand, breathing heavily and putting your hands on your knees. He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at you. His face filled with worry, rushing to your side.

"Are.. Are you okay?" He kneeled down. "There was a crab in the sand and it started walking towards me like this!-" you replied, doing a crab walk.

"And I ran away!! It was scary! That motherfucker was going to kill me!!" You frowned. He laughed and flashed a smile. "Love, I don't think crabs can kill people like that."

You looked up and pointed a finger at him. ''Crabs can do a lot of things." You squinted your eyes. "Nice karate by the way... I'm Y/n." You smiled and put out your hand. He widened his eyes and looked down at your hand.

"I uhm- not supposed to talk to enemies." He quickly muttered. You tilted your head. "But you were talking to me just now?" You frowned. His eyes softened at your frown. He cleared his throat. "Axel..." You smiled and nodded.

"Nice to meet you, Axel." His face flustered up. "Can... Can I walk you back to your room?" He said nervously. You chuckled and nodded. "I would like that very much..." You smiled and took your hand into his.

It was a small start to a living relationship and it was all because you glanced at him during his most vulnerable point.

[magewritesstories]

i would say i support women's rights and wrongs, but my girl did nothing wrong and i love her.

[mamasfavourite]

queen cobra

pairing: axel kovaćevic x reader

summary: the captain of cobra kai catches the eye of the captain of the iron dragons and manages to deal with her teammates and her crush on axel!

warnings: mentions of abuse, some swearing, kissing, fluff, little bit of angst and a little implication of smut at the end, kwon is alive, axel is a sweetheart, kreese is rotting in jail !

cobra kai was never your preferred environment, but you fought to survive there, even when the others tried to influence you. you were a good person and you stood by that. you just had to mask it when in the dojo. it’s not like you would be there long, the dojo was just a way to the sekai takai for you.

and you fought like fucking hell for your spot as captain.

you even dealt with the endless bullshit literally everyone except kwon and tory threw your way. before karate, you had trained boxing and taekwondo, mastering both of them. so, it was easy to say you had the highest kick of everyone your team.

which really did come in handy in moments like this! like when kwon started a stupid bet with miyagi-do over whose kicks were highest. the highest anyone had gone was some kid from the russian team named vlad.

169cm.

kwon hid you for the time being, as the miyagi-do male captain and him faced off in front of the crowd of sekai takai contestants. when they shook hands, you watched as he put chalk to his shoe and swung his leg as high as he could.

175cm.

the crowd cheered, surprised by the height he had managed. you and kwon only laughed. he stepped to the side to let you foward. “show them, captain.”

you grabbed the chalk from the ground and locked eyes with robby as you rubbed it on your shoe. you kicked as high as you could, marking an almost inhumanely high point on the wooden whale statue.

you had to admit you couldn’t eyeball the measurements on that one, but you had won by far.

there was a mixture of gasps and applause as your cobras immediately crowded around you, celebrating your easy victory. you stepped foward to the miyagi-do’s, and stuck out your hand to accept your prize.

a whole room to yourself!

you and the cobras were walking back to the hotel. you all had met up with sensei kim at a karate gym on the other side of the city, and were only now getting back. you walked ahead of the others, not really wanting to speak to them right now.

as you entered the hotel reception, you noticed a few familiar people your age, they were most likely from the same dojo. you were walking quite slow so you had time to observe.

on the couches were, a dark skinned girl, who was chewing loudly and texting on her phone and an asian boy, who seemed to be staring into nothing at all.

as you turned your attention back straight, you saw an incredibly cute boy, he looked european to you in some way, maybe scandinavian.. or slavic? you didn’t care! he towered over you, and you took a second to appreciate his features, his messy brown hair and dark green eyes, his sculpted face and built arms.

you shot him a flirty smile as you kept walking, which almost made him drop the plates he was carrying.

“axel! what the fuck? can’t you hold a plate?” the girl from the couch called out. ‘oh so she was a bitch!’ you thought, but dismissed it as you continued walking, the cobras following closely behind, chuckling at the scene.

how could he! he was such a fucking prick. yoon was already getting on your nerves but you lost your shit when he was bitching at you just because you were chosen captain over him.

you unknowingly stomped past your locker room, and accidentally pushed into the wrong one. but you heard something and quieted down. you heard loud, echoing grunts, hits and yells of “ais!”

you snuck to the doorframe, sneakily peering inside and seeing the cute boy from the lobby the day before. he was training with his sensei, delivering strike after strike to the punching mitts ahead of him.

he was insanely focused, and incredibly strong. even through the gi, you could tell he was built. the force behind his punches were insane, but his sensei withdrew from him immediately.

“what are you doing wrong?” his sensei yelled firmly and all of a sudden the incredibly powerful demeanour axel had just flaked away. he flinched as the older man threw the mitts to the floor.

you watched as his sensei struck the poor boy, you had almost grown attached to. not once, not twice. you could tell he had to hold himself back after the third time. he picked up the mitts and commanded axel to continue.

but before he even landed a second punch, the mitts were on the floor again and axel was being hit. you heart hurt to watch it. you let out a soft gasp.

axel turned his head at the sound and saw you, you shot him a sad smile and walked through the hallway, hearing his sensei yell at him as you kept walking forward.

the cobras wanted to go somewhere and get drunk, and as their captain, you had to go. plus you had secretly hoped you might bump into the guy you had been crushing on for the last two days.

kwon was slumped against the counter, trying to maintain a conversation with you, but miserably failing. yoon and the others were standing around tory, trying to make their lazy advances that seemed to go completely unnoticed.

“씨발, 나 산책하러 가야 돼.. 안전하게 지내라, 얘들아 (fuck this, i’m going on a walk, get home safe boys.)” tory practically growled at you, still insulted by the fact she couldn’t speak your language but the remainder of the team telling you goodnight or to stay safe.

you left your half empty bottle of beer on the counter as you walked out, heading straight for the beach. it was calm, and quiet, and for a second you thought you heard the same sounds as earlier.

“ais! ais!” you heard and you recognised the voice, turning to watch as axel stood a couple metres away from you, shirtless, practising his kata. you watched for a couple moments before you spoke up.

“that’s a really cool kata, what’s it called?” he immediately turned around. he smiled at the sight of you and answered softly, “it’s called enpi.”

you nodded and were about to answer before he spoke again, “i don’t mean to be rude, but it’s a pretty common kata, and you’re an incredible fighter, i’m shocked you don’t know it.”

you looked at the floor for a second, before meeting his eyes, as they watched you. “it’s okay! i’m originally a kick-boxer and i studied taekwondo, so that’s my more proficient area.. i can apply a lot of it to karate though so it’s perfect!”

he nodded and gave you a small smile as he continued the conversation with you. “you’re incredibly strong in karate, i wouldn’t have noticed!” he spoke to you.

you stepped closer to him and brushed his arm. “thank you, you’re very strong, i mean clearly.” you said, trying to make it clear you were flirting with him. “i-thank you.” his smile turned bashful and he felt his cheeks heat up.

“you’re amazing.” he said, and immediately paused to reformulate his statement. “i-mean your dojo’s amazing!” you beamed at him. he was honestly so cute you wanted to squeal sometimes.

you smiled, about to speak but he beat you to it once more. “can i join?” he asked you, and you immediately felt yourself get kind of excited at the idea.

“the cobras? i mean, the boys are stupid but kwon’s okay, he just tries to overcompensate when he’s around others but he’s such a sweetheart i promise-“ you began to ramble.

“i meant your walk..” he replied, almost annoyed with himself that he interrupted you once more. you smiled at him once more and accepted. “of course!” you watched as he turned around to grab his jacket.

your eyes fixed on his back, and the scars covering it. you touched them experimentally and felt his body tense under your hand. “i-i’m sorry.. are you okay?” you asked him, empathy laced in your voice.

he quickly grabbed his jacket and put it on, hiding his back from you. “i’m okay.” he quickly dismissed you. you slid your hand into his and nodded somberly. the pair of you started to walk towards the footpath.

you responded to him. “you don’t have to talk to me about it, but i know what it’s like to have an abusive sensei and it’s always okay to not be okay.” you turned your head to face him as he did the same for you.

“thank you. it means a lot.” he smiled softly as you both stood still and he stared at your face. you asked him to lean down a little bit, claiming you had a “secret” to whisper to him.

once he was close enough to your height, you reached onto your tippy toes and gave him a soft peck on the cheek. you let out a soft giggle as you did and he could’ve sworn he felt his heart beat out of his chest.

you had stumbled upon the cobras, well not all of them, but yoon and a few others. they were clearly drunk and yoon smirked as he saw you. “y/nnn, who’s the guy?” yoon asked, cockily as he dragged out the last letter.

axel’s hand tightened protectively against yours.

“who would’ve thought our captain’s with the enemy..” another boy pressed behind him, and you couldn’t quite make out who it was but it enraged you. you replied to them sharply, with authority.

“you know, i’m sure sensei kim would love to hear that her star fighter was being preyed on by a bunch of drunk losers on her team.” that’s when the remainder of the cobras scattered, but yoon stood in place. you were loosing your patience, and so was axel.

“and i’m sure sensei kim would love to hear that her star fighter is fucking around with some pussy off the hong kong team.” yoon cockily challenged you, but axel stepped forward instantly.

you put a hand on his chest and pushed him back, reassuring him you’d handle it but he kept his fists clenched in preparation.

you stepped towards yoon and spoke to him loudly. “지난번에 팀원 중에 나한테 엉뚱한 짓을 한 사람이 있었던 걸 기억나? (remember what happened the last time someone on the team fucked with me?)” he swallowed and waited for you to continue.

“그러니 그런 일이 일어나기 전에 빨리 호텔로 돌아가세요. (so get your pussy ass back to the hotel before it happens to you).” and with that, he sprinted in the opposite direction, following after his teammates.

you turned back to axel and smiled, “i’m so sorry, you had to be there for that.” you spoke softly to axel and you felt his rough hands envelope yours. “it’s okay, i’m sorry you have to put up with that.” he answered. gazing into your eyes.

“it’s okay, it’s not your fault. it’s all you expect from egotistical teenage boys.” you smiled a little, trying to lighten the mood a little bit.

“i’m not like that, am i?” he asked you, worried that he was like them. you instantly shook your head. “nonono, axel, not at all.” your gaze flicked between his lips and his eyes and he noticed it.

he held himself back, with the worry that you may have only done it as a mistake, or a way to make sure he was comfortable. he released one of your hands and the pair of you kept light conversation as you walked.

outside your hotel, he stopped. “we’re in the same hotel, axel, we don’t need to split up.” you turned to face him and watched as his brow furrowed slightly, in thought. he brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

you leant into his touch and looked up at him, knowing it was his way of making a move. you reached as high as you could to put a hand on the back of his neck, and the other rested on his chest as you pulled him into you.

his lips met yours. they were soft and you couldn’t help yourself. his hands reached down to your waist before he pulled away.

“we should probably go to our rooms now.” he said, and you giggled softly, once again, still excited from your kiss. you nodded in agreement, as you held hands again and walked to the elevator.

as soon as the doors shut, he couldn’t help himself any more and pressed you softly against the wall as you continued what you had done just a few minute prior, outside the hotel.

except this time, it was deeper, and it was hungry. his hands wandered over your body, tapping under your thighs, telling you to jump, and as you did, his strong arms held you, kneading at the flesh there as he continued to attack your lips.

at some point, when the pair of you were so wrapped up in eachother, the elevator doors opened. he frowned as you pulled away from him and commanded him jokingly to “put you down!”

he did, and just as you were about to leave, he spoke up once more. “let me walk you back.” and you accepted, still giddy from your stolen kisses.

once you reached your door you smiled and leant up to peck him on the cheek. “goodnight, axel!” and just as you turned around he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him once more.

he kissed you one last time before you went inside. “goodnight beautiful.” he smiled as he started walking away. it took you too seconds before you called after him, dragging him back once more.

“axel, i do have a room to myself… if you wanted to put it to good use?”

[lvndrfucks]

You immediately gained Hawk and Miguel’s attention as soon as you walked into the party. Their eyes shamelessly moved up and down your body, enraptured by the light reflecting off your smooth legs and the tightness of your top clinging to your chest. You threw your long hair back over your shoulders as you laughed at something your friend said. The way your face brightened was already a turn on for them if they were being quite honest.

Miguel stared in awe as if a goddess herself walked through the door. The beauty he was witnessing was one he knew he could never find again in the world. He would get down on his hands and knees to worship the ground you walked upon, do anything you asked him to in a heartbeat.

Hawk smirked to himself. He loved challenges and you looked like a puzzle that he had to complete. He could become anything you wanted him to if that meant you being under him by the end of the night. He’d let himself fall with the risk of not knowing if you were at the bottom or not. Your word would be sacred to him.

You were rummaging through the cooler for a drink when you noticed them. Hawk was leading with Miguel trailing behind.

“Looking for anything specific,” he asked. There was a lively glint in his eye that was easy to detect.

“Just something good,” you answered. “I don’t like to waste my time on disappointment.”

Hawk raised his eyebrows at the phrase, intrigued. “I’d hate for that to happen.” He walked past you to the fridge.

As he looked through, you glanced at his quiet friend. He sent you a sheepish smile that you returned.

“It’s Miguel, right,” you asked him.

“Um, ye— yeah. Yeah, it’s Miguel.”

The way you stared from head to toe made him inhale shakily. What were you thinking? What did you want from him?

Hawk handed you a bottle that made you nod, impressed. He walked back to Miguel and threw his arm around his shoulders.

“Only the baddest badass in the whole damn valley,” he bragged. This made Miguel’s cheeks glow red as he shook his head and laughed.

You observed the way they bantered with each other. Not exactly like brothers, but something different.

“I gotta get back to my friends, but I’ll see you guys later.” You popped the cap off the bottle and took a drink while you walked away.

Hawk’s face fell as he quickly turned around. “W— wait.” You looked over your shoulder at him. “We thought you wanted to hang out for a bit. With us.”

You looked back and forth between them. Between Hawk’s words and Miguel’s pleading eyes, they shared a look of desperation.

“Maybe later.”

Miguel’s shoulders slumped, dismayed, but Hawk patted his shoulder.

“She said later,” Hawk repeated once you left.

“And there was a maybe before it,” Miguel added. “What makes you think she’d want to hang out with us?”

“Because we’re awesome?” He spoke as if it was the most obvious observation in the world.

“Not when you say shit like that.”

Miguel pushed his shoulder playfully that Hawk returned with a grin. They moved past the moment to try and enjoy themselves with the rest of the party, unaware of you staring from a distance. The corner of your lip upturned watching them.

The party was going on for hours. Even when hoards of people left, the energy was still there. Throughout the night, you had exchanged small glances and smiles towards Hawk and Miguel, like you were acknowledging the fact you haven’t forgotten about them.

Miguel was watching from one of the lounge seats outside as you waved off to your friends driving away. He was confused to why you haven’t left, but it gave him a small amount of hope. That small feeling grew once he saw you walking towards them. He hit Hawk’s arm for his attention.

The boy looked at Miguel and back at you. His smirk returned.

“Mind if I sit?” Your head tilted to the side as you smiled. One leg was crossed over the other while you kept your hands behind your back. It looked purely innocent in their eyes.

“Go ahead.” Hawk gestured to the empty seat next to Miguel and took a drink from his cup.

Miguel noticed the way your skirt was riding up your legs when you sat down. His eyes shifted towards yours to see you were already staring at him, that same pretty smile on your face.

“So, you guys met doing karate,” you asked.

“A little before that. I guess karate brought us closer.” Hawk nudged Miguel’s arm with his fist softly.

“And which one of you is the best?” They seemed confused, so you clarified, “At karate.”

They were a little surprised at the forward question. Glancing at each other, they shrugged.

“Technically, Miguel’s won the All Valley tournament,” Hawk stated.

“Yeah, but so did you this year. Not to mention, you were in the semi-finals last year,” Miguel added. “And you represented us for the Sekai Tekai.”

You watched them curiously go back and forth as they engaged with one another.

“Look how that ended.” A bitter look overcame Hawk as he remembered the most recent fight.

“That doesn’t matter, man,” Miguel defended. “You would’ve won that fair if they didn’t cheat. That ref didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.”

For a boy so shy and sweet looking, you liked the assertiveness he brought when it came to defending his friend. Hawk must’ve thought the same thing as his cheeks tinted a light red.

“I haven’t seen you guys fight before.” Your tone made it sound like a challenge. You didn’t say more after, but it also seemed like enough said.

“Have you ever wanted to do karate,” Miguel asked you.

“When I was younger, I did. My mom took me out, though, because she thought it gave me aggression issues. Which, it didn’t. She just thought it was too violent.” You rolled your eyes while leaning back in the chair.

“It can be.”

Both boys started remembering everything that had happened to them after joining karate. Although there were a lot of great moments, the bad ones could never be forgotten. There was a point in time they feared their friendship would never be the same anymore.

“Sounds like you two have a long history together,” you said. “Is there anything else you guys share besides karate?”

Miguel chuckled a bit. “What do you mean share?”

You shrugged innocently. “What do you think I mean?”

The two boys glanced at each other, unsure if they were understanding you correctly. You looked back and forth between them as you awaited an answer.

“I don’t know. I mean we’re kind of polar opposites in ways, I guess,” Hawk answered.

“So, like, one of you is a virgin and the other is a freak in the sheets?”

Miguel laughed nervously into his cup to hide his red face while Hawk found your questions amusing.

“Who would you think is who,” Hawk asked.

You hummed while tilting your head. You reached over to place your hand on Miguel’s shoulder, the tips of your fingers skimming his curls.

“You look as innocent as they come,” you told him. Noticing Hawk’s smug smile, you continued, “But it’s always the innocent ones that are the kinkiest, right?” You sat back in the chair, your touch leaving Miguel’s. “So, do either of you live around here?”

Miguel cleared his throat and pointed. “Yeah. Just over there.”

You nodded and stood up. They watched as you walked towards his apartment. You looked back at them.

“Are you coming?” You made sure to make eye contact with each boy.

Hawk and Miguel glanced at each other and quickly stood up, trailing behind. You waited patiently for Miguel to open the door and he welcomed you inside. It was dark, meaning no one was home.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

Miguel felt himself get choked up. “Bed— bedroom? It’s, um, it’s just down the hallway.”

You nodded, walking that way. Hawk was eagerly close behind with a restless Miguel. Thankfully, he cleaned his room beforehand.

You pushed open the door and stepped inside. “I like your posters.” You chuckled staring at a particular one. “My mom loves Guns N’ Roses. She plays it like every morning.”

The boys were too nervous to even respond. They were both wondering if this was heading into the direction they think it was. Their answer came quickly as you carefully sat down on Miguel’s bed. You didn’t say anything and looked at them with a single raised brow.

In a blink of an eye, the boys were on either side of you. You couldn’t help but smile at their excitement. They sat so close to you, your legs were pressed against the fabric of their jeans. A small breath left your lips as you looked at Hawk.

You placed your hand on his cheek and leaned in. He did the same until you turned your head last minute to place a gingerly kiss on his cheek. You pulled away with an innocent smile. The comforter crumpled under Hawk’s grip as he shifted relentlessly. You knew what you were doing.

You looked at Miguel who gulped. You paused your movements in silent questioning and received a nod in response. His hand immediantly grasped the side of your neck as you leaned up to kiss him.

God, Miguel Diaz had to be the most gentle person to ever exist.

He moved with such care, as if savoring the taste of you on his tongue. His grip on you never tightened, only held you close. A stirring in his stomach occurred as your hand moved to his knee and squeezed lightly. He could feel your movements slowing down as you started to pull away. He couldn’t help but chase you pathetically, receiving another squeeze on his knee as a promise.

You looked at Hawk again who was more than prepared. A small smirk was the last thing he saw on your lips before diving in. He moved at a quicker pace. His hand went to your inner thigh, making you squirm. A low moan came from you as he massaged the skin tenderly. For someone with such a soft touch, his mouth was otherwise.

When you pulled away, he attached himself to your neck, peppering kisses everywhere he could. You looked back at Miguel, seeing his blown-out eyes and parted lips. You used your thumb and pointer finger to grab his chin and guide him towards you. As his lips moved against yours, his hand travelled to your stomach and slowly made its way up.

You pulled away again and Miguel kept himself busy on the other side of your neck. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of both boys marking you up, their hands skimming around your body.

Hawk and Miguel pulled away and looked at you for their next move. You grabbed both of them, guiding them towards the middle until the three of you collided.

It was messy and hot. Parted lips claimed yours in a messy kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth and exploring every open space. You started going back and forth with them as they started closing in on you more and more. It nearly made it difficult to turn your head, but one of the boys was always there, awaiting their turn.

You slowly departed from them. But they kept going.

You leaned back on your elbows as Hawk and Miguel indulged with each other. You weren’t sure if they were aware of your lack of presence, or perhaps, they didn’t care. It was like they were starving for each other and succumbed into their cravings.

A low laugh came from you that made them stop. They stared at each other momentarily and looked at you.

“Just friends, my ass,” you retorted, sitting up. You still had a smile on your face as you kissed Hawk first, then Miguel. “You guys are adorable.”

Miguel rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. He looked at Hawk who was in the same state, one of his arms wrapping around your waist as his chin rested on your shoulder. His hand found Miguel’s and gave a light squeeze.

hera speaks!

challengers, but cobra kai edition

[uniicorns-arereall]

are you guys ever reading some absolutely FILTHY smut and you just think to yourself:

like why are we bringing crazy plot points into this… and why do i kinda like it ?? JK JK

[brookediamonds]

This is gonna be really self indulgent so if you're not comfortable writing it that's completely fine :). But how about Axel with a with a reader that has a condition (not asthma) that means intense cardio can sometimes make it hard to breathe im talking wheezing struggling to get air in. And like she wins the sekai teikai and her whole team pounces on her but no one apart from him notices. It's all like sweet with him taking her away to a quiet area where they can sit for a while.

Thank you if you write this :).

place your head on my beating heart | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: Having a heart condition isn't always easy, especially when you've just won the biggest tournament of your life. Luckily, your boyfriend is there to help in a time in need.

Word Count: 794 Warnings: None, fluff, a little anxiety

gif is not mine

The moment the referee raises your hand in victory, the world erupts around you. The roar of the crowd is deafening, the bright overhead lights feel blinding, and before you can fully process it, your teammates are on you.

Arms wrap around you, slaps of congratulations land on your back, and the adrenaline in your system fights to keep you upright.

You should be celebrating. You just won the Sekai Taikai. The biggest tournament of your life.

But as your chest rises and falls too quickly, a familiar tightness settles deep in your ribs, and suddenly, the noise, the weight of bodies against you, the overwhelming heat of the moment, it's too much.

Your heart pounds harder than it should. Not just from exertion, but from the way your breath isn’t coming fast enough to keep up.

You've had cardiomyopathy since you were a kid, and unfortunately it's affected you all your life.

It makes things like karate just a bit more harder for you, you get dizzy spells if you stand too long, shortness of breath from over doing it, and can get random chest pains every once in a while.

Panic grips you.

You need air.

You need space.

But you can’t seem to say it.

Then, suddenly, a firm hand grips your wrist. Axel.

He doesn’t ask, doesn’t hesitate, he just knows.

"Move," he orders, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Your teammates barely register what’s happening before he’s leading you out of the throng of bodies, his grip steady yet careful as if he knows exactly how fragile you feel.

By the time he gets you outside of the arena, to a bench away from the noise, your legs feel weak.

You sink onto the seat, pressing both hands to your chest like you can physically slow your racing heart.

"Y/n, listen to me." Axel kneels in front of you, his large hands settling over yours, grounding you. "Breathe with me. In for four, hold, out for four."

You shake your head, your lungs refusing to cooperate. "I—can’t—"

“Yes, you can. Come on, just like we've practiced," his voice is softer now but no less firm. His thumbs brush over your knuckles, a quiet reminder that you’re not alone in this. "I’ve got you."

His breathing slows deliberately, exaggerated just enough for you to follow. You try to mimic him, dragging in a breath, shaky, and uneven but better than before.

"In—" he reminds you, nodding as you inhale. "Hold. Good. Now out."

You exhale, your breath hitching slightly, but the crushing weight on your chest begins to ease.

Axel stays right there, watching you carefully, unwavering.

"That’s it," he murmurs, his voice laced with relief as he feels your pulse begin to steady under his touch. "You’re okay."

You nod, feeling exhaustion settle in now that the panic is fading. Your fingers tighten around his.

"Thank you," you exhale, your eyes falling to his.

Axel exhales, a breath he must’ve been holding this entire time, and squeezes your hands in return. "Always."

He doesn’t move away, not even for a second. Instead, he shifts to sit beside you on the bench, his presence solid and reassuring.

One of his hands slides to your knee, his palm warm through the fabric of your gi pants as he rubs slow, grounding circles.

"Here," he lets go just long enough to reach for a bottle of water he brought before leaving the area, knowing you'd need it.

"Small sips," he says softly, twisting off the cap, before handing it to you.

You do as he says, the cool water easing the tightness in your throat, and when you lower the bottle, you catch him watching you, brows slightly furrowed, jaw tense, like he’s still trying to convince himself you’re okay.

"I scared you," you realize, reaching a hand up to touch his face gently.

His lips press together, but he doesn’t deny it. Instead, he just shakes his head, taking your hand in his and pressing a firm reassuring kiss to the back of it.

"You’re not supposed to win a world tournament and then almost pass out right after," his attempt at humor is dry, but his voice is soft.

You let out a weak chuckle, nudging him with your shoulder. "Guess I like keeping things interesting."

Axel huffs, shaking his head, but his fingers tighten slightly on your knee, like he’s reassuring himself you’re still there.

For a moment, you both sit there in comfortable silence with him rubbing slow circles over your knee, and you focusing on the steady rise and fall of your breath.

The chaos of the tournament feels far away now, like a distant hum instead of an overwhelming force.

Eventually, he breaks the silence.

"Next time, we celebrate after you catch your breath first," he says with a sly grin.

You smirk. "You planning on pulling me away every time I win something?"

His gaze flickers to yours, something softer lingering in his expression. "If I have to."

And you know, without a doubt, that he would.

─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─

Masterlist

Taglist: @ggrgcribg

(a/n: TWO POST IN ONE DAY 🥳 One of the things I do, that I actually hate that I do, is work on multiple fics at a time and write when I get random spurts of inspo. Like I'll be at work and something enters my mind about a prompt that was submitted and I will drop what I am doing to go write that down or put it in my notes before I forget 💀)

[redroses07]

Dating Miguel Diaz ♡

[youhypemeup]

❝ you, me, us !

kwon jaesung x reader | cobra kai

synopsis, cute instagram moments of your relationship with jaesung.

warnings, fluff, possibly ooc jaesung

note, i got a little carried away lol. i couldn't find any pictures i needed of brandon so instead i used a bunch of faceless pictures of random boys. i was almost gonna write something with canon ending, but i figured it was too soon for that. jaesung is probably ooc, but honestly idc i needed some cute fluff after watching part two. thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy!

translation for picture 6 (i found it online so if it's wrong blame the internet), 말로 표현할 수 없을 만큼 사랑해요 - i love you more than words can express

eli moskowitz version ・ cobra kai masterlist

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Johnny Lawrence’s daughter

Johnny Lawrence x daughter!reader

warnings: alcohol, underage drinking, classic johnny sexism <3

a/n: WHAT! ME write a fic thats not gn, i know. im shocked too but its just bc i feel johnny is so gender-stereotypey that doing this gn wouldn’t work very well but very open to a son!r or nb!r if anyone is interested (bc seriously. johnny cannot help but bring up genders). also i just want to say that a lot of this (not all!) honestly reminds me of or are actual things that have happened w my dad bc johnny is literally my dad if my dad was like 8 years older i think also i wrote this all in one sitting ALSO NO COBRA KAI SEASON 6 SPOILERS

prompt:

GIRL DAD!

you always kinda just gravitated toward living with your dad

“y/n, i’m so proud of you. i never have to worry about you. you can take care of yourself. robby on the other hand, i worry about him. i think girls are just more self sufficient” -johnny, a little drunk

“thanks dad” -you, also a little drunk (hes a “cool dad”)

he was the type of parent that “prefers that if you’re gonna do something stupid at least do it while he’s around” aka underage drinking

whenever he stays out late you fall asleep in his bed. and lock him out

“y/n! open the door!” -johnny, banging on the door

“no! your bed is more comfortable” -you

he thought it was sweet honestly but he did want to sleep in his bed

sort of like a lesson not to come home late all drunk and gross

he was VERY against letting you drive his car

“dad, i need my license!” -you

“no woman is getting behind the wheel of my firebird” -johnny

“why do you have to make it about women? i’ll fight you” -you

“you’ll lose that fight” -johnny

“oh, so you’d fight a teenage girl? wow, real classy, dad” -you

“no, but i’d fight my teenage daughter. i brought you into this world and i’ll take you out” -johnny

you honestly had a great sense of humor with johnny, but you’d check him if he said anything too messed up

“dad, it’s not the 80’s anymore, you can’t say that” -you

“dont tell me what i can and cant say! the 80’s were awesome, i wish it was the 80’s again” -johnny

“so i’ve heard” -you

he helped you with your homework as a kid until like, 2nd grade when multiplication and division got involved

he did teach you karate growing up! but mostly the basics, for self defense purposes

“hey, never let any guy try to impress you with his karate skills. he’s probably a douche” -johnny, pausing “i sure was”

late night movie marathons (70s/80s classics for sure)

he took care of you during your first hangover (high school parties, ya know)

“didn’t i teach you better than to mix liquors” -johnny

“ugghhhh” -you

yes, you have heard about daniel larusso. enough said LMAO

robby and you had a kind of sweet but distant relationship

occasional check-in texts

robby: are you doing okay with dad? he’s actually buying food and shit?

you: yeah! he’s fine right now, how’s mom? new stepdad yet? is he rich?

robby: mom’s not going anywhere she’d find a rich guy, but keep dreaming

you wear a lot of your dad’s old t-shirts. usually band tee’s

oh and he made sure you got into the “right music”

he used to drive you around in the firebird when you were a SMALL CHILD (front seat, no car seat!) and blast his old cassettes

for YEARS he’d pull the “who is this” “what song is this” game with the reasoning:

“if you wear a band shirt and some asshole asks you to name three songs, i want you to name ten” -johnny

listen. you were still “daddy’s girl” or whatever used to be a cute little saying and is now ruined but whatever

“dad, can i have twenty bucks?” -you

“for what” -johnny

“for fun. pleaseeee” -you

*johnny pulls out his wallet and gives you $40*

could he afford it? no. can he say no? also no.

the absolute fear he felt when you got your first period

“it’s fine, i can call mom” -you

“no, it’s not fine! i’ve had girlfriends before, i got this. stay here, i’ll be back” -johnny

he went to the store and bought the most random assortment of period products and pain meds and snacks and a heating pad

A for effort

when the diaz family moved in across from you guys, miguel took one look at you and johnny said:

“stay away from my daughter”

when the karate fuss got started you tried to keep your distance but sooner or later you joined the dojo and proved to your dad just how “badass” you could be

“take notes everyone, y/n’s gonna be the next all valley champ!” -johnny

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[eu-nicola]

party night

summary: a party seems like the right time to tell Miguel what you feel

warnings: nothing

word counter: 1994

author's note: english is not my first language

You had known Miguel for a while. You remembered perfectly the first day you saw him when he arrived in the neighborhood with his mother and grandmother. A shy boy, with a kind smile and a sparkle in his eyes that seemed to promise he would always find the good in things. From the very first moment you saw him, you felt something different, a kind of warmth in your chest that you had never experienced before.  

It didn’t take long for you to approach him. Maybe it was because he seemed lonely at first, maybe it was simply because you wanted to get to know him better, but from the very first moment, you became friends. The connection was natural, effortless. Talking to him was never forced, and little by little, you became part of his daily life, just as he became part of yours. You shared laughter, secrets, moments where only the two of you seemed to understand each other.  

Years passed, and Miguel was always someone special to you. But he never seemed to see you the same way. And you never had the courage to tell him.  

You were his unconditional support, the person who was always there when he needed it. When he started training karate with Johnny, you were there to watch him grow, to cheer him on at every tournament, to celebrate his victories, and to console him in his defeats. You were in the front row when he defeated Robby at the All Valley, your heart pounding as you watched him shine. And you were there when things started to get complicated when Cobra Kai stopped being the refuge Miguel believed it to be.  

And, of course, you were there when he fell in love with Sam.  

That was the first blow. The first time your heart truly ached because of him.  

You saw him get excited, you saw him smile every time he talked about her, you saw him try to impress her. And even though every word from him was like a small dagger to your heart, you smiled and supported him because that’s what you did. Because your love for him meant wanting to see him happy, even if his happiness wasn’t with you.  

Then came the school fight, the fall, the hospital. You never left his side for a single second, even when he could barely speak, even when everything seemed to be falling apart. You were a constant presence, a steady hand when his trembled. But, once again, you weren’t enough. Because when he recovered, when he started walking again, his heart quickly found someone else: Tory.  

That was the second blow. And this one hurt even more than the first.  

Unlike Sam, Tory was nothing like you. Strong, intense, passionate. Someone who claimed what she wanted without fear, something you had never been able to do. While you loved him in silence, she dared to win him over. And he chose her.  

But still, you stayed. Because Miguel was still Miguel. Because he still smiled at you in that sweet way, he still trusted you, he still called you when he had problems. And you still loved him, even though he never knew it.  

Putting that aside, you were now sitting in your living room, cross-legged on the couch with your phone in hand, though you weren’t really paying attention to the screen. Miguel was there, next to you, talking to you as if there was no one else in the world he would rather spend time with. You liked that thought, even though you knew it didn’t mean what you wanted it to.  

“This party’s gonna be good,” he said, smiling as he ran his fingers over his phone case. “You’re going, right?”  

You rolled your eyes playfully, pretending to be offended.  

“Seriously? Of course, I’m going. When have I ever missed one?”  

“You’re right,” he laughed. “You’re the queen of parties.”  

You didn’t know if he meant it or if he was just teasing you, but you let it slide. The party itself didn’t matter much, what mattered was the company. You knew Miguel would be there, and that was enough to get you excited.  

You paused before asking, trying to sound as casual as possible:  

“And… are you going with Tory?”  

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye as you waited for his answer. You didn’t know why you did this to yourself. Maybe it was a way to prepare for the night, so it wouldn’t take you by surprise to see him with her.  

But his response surprised you.  

“No, actually… we broke up.”  

You stayed silent for a few seconds, processing his words. Not because you hadn’t seen it coming, but because, for the first time, you didn’t know what to say.  

“Oh,” was all that came out of your lips.  

You didn’t ask why, you didn’t say you were sorry for his relationship, you didn’t tell him things would get better. You knew those were the typical responses, what anyone in your position would say, but you simply didn’t. Because, deep down, you didn’t want him to pity you. You didn’t want to be the friend who comforted him over losing another girl while your heart kept breaking in silence.  

Miguel seemed to notice your lack of reaction, but he didn’t say anything. He just smiled a little and changed the subject, as if it wasn’t that important after all. You kept talking for a while longer until, finally, he said goodbye and left.  

You stayed in your house, alone, letting his words repeat in your head over and over again. Miguel was single again. But that didn’t change anything. He still didn’t see you that way.  

Even so, when night fell and you started getting ready for the party, you couldn’t help but feel a little more excited than usual.  

You put more effort into your appearance than you normally would. You chose an outfit that highlighted your best features, that made you feel confident, powerful. You carefully styled your hair, applied your makeup with precision, seeking a balance between natural and striking. When you finished, you looked at yourself in the mirror, and for the first time in a long time, you felt truly beautiful.  

You didn’t know if you were doing it for Miguel, if you were hoping he would see you differently that night, or if you simply wanted to prove to yourself that you were more than the girl who was always in the background.  

When you arrived at the party, everything was in full swing. Loud music, colorful lights, a crowd of people laughing and dancing. You greeted some friends, making sure to keep a relaxed and confident attitude, even though deep inside, you were just waiting to see him.  

And when you finally did, his reaction didn’t disappoint you.  

Miguel looked at you as if he were seeing you for the first time. His mouth parted slightly, and it took him a few seconds to regain his composure. You approached with a calm smile, pretending not to notice his expression.  

“Hey,” you said casually. “You made it.”  

“Yeah,” he replied, blinking as if trying to process something. “Wow… you look… incredible.”  

You felt a small victory in his voice, in the way his eyes lingered on you longer than necessary. But you didn’t let it go to your head. You just smiled confidently and gently took his arm.  

“Come on, let’s have some fun.”  

But then, you saw him.  

Miguel was across the room, leaning against the wall with a girl you didn’t recognize. She had loose hair, a flirty smile, and her hands on his shoulders. They were talking very closely too closely. And before you could even process it, she leaned in and kissed him.  

He didn’t pull away.  

The impact was immediate. You felt your stomach drop as if someone had pulled the ground from under your feet. It wasn’t that Miguel was with someone else, that had happened before, many times, it was the fact that, for a moment, you had allowed yourself to believe that maybe tonight would be different. That maybe he would finally see you.  

But he didn’t.  

The alcohol in your system made the emotion quickly turn into impulsiveness. You weren’t going to stand there, watching him forget about your existence once again. Not this time.  

With a sudden decision, you spun on your heels and walked through the party, looking for someone, anyone. It didn’t take long to find him. A tall guy with a confident smile and mischievous eyes, someone you had seen at a few gatherings before. You didn’t remember his name, and you didn’t care.  

“Wanna dance?” you asked with a smirk, your voice sounding more confident than you actually felt.  

He didn’t hesitate. He took you by the waist and pulled you close to his body with an ease that made you smile. You danced, too close, his hands sliding possessively down your back. And in a moment when your eyes met Miguel’s from across the room, you made the final decision.  

You leaned in and kissed the guy.  

It was quick, a little clumsy due to the alcohol, but it was enough. Enough for Miguel to see you. Enough for his eyebrows to furrow and his jaw to tense. And within seconds, you were no longer in that guy’s arms but being roughly pulled away by a firm hand.  

“What the hell are you doing?” Miguel demanded, dragging you out of the house and away from the deafening music.  

You yanked yourself out of his grip with force, feeling anger bubbling inside you.  

“What the hell am I doing? What the hell are you doing?”  

“Seriously? That guy? You don’t even know his name.”  

“And why do you care?!” you snapped, crossing your arms. “Do you think you can kiss whoever you want, but I can’t?”  

“It’s not that,” he muttered, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “It’s just… I don’t know what’s going on with you. You never do this.”  

“You wanna know what’s going on, Miguel?” Your voice cracked slightly, but you forced yourself to stay firm. “I’m tired. Tired of always being there for you, of always listening to you talk about other girls, of being your damn best friend when all I ever wanted was for you to look at me. Just once.”  

He stayed silent, his dark eyes watching you with something unreadable.  

“I was always there, Miguel,” you continued, your voice lower but filled with emotion. “Since day one. When you fell for Sam, when you were with Tory, when they broke your heart and when you gave it away again. I was always there. But you never saw me.”  

Anger and sadness swirled inside you like a storm, and Miguel’s gaze didn’t help. It wasn’t angry, it wasn’t mocking. It was something deeper. Something that seemed to be processing for the first time.  

Silence thickened between you. The music from the party played faintly in the distance, lights flickering through the windows. You didn’t know what else to say, what else to do.  

Until Miguel took a step forward.  

And before you could react, he kissed you.  

It was sudden, intense, filled with something you hadn’t even imagined. His lips met yours with desperation, with something like regret, like realization. His hands cradled your face with both urgency and gentleness. And you, unable to help yourself, kissed him back.  

Because for the first time in all that time, Miguel was finally seeing you.

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Real Life Fairytale

[Robby Keene x Female!Reader]

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

WC: 712

Category: Fluff, First Kiss

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

『••✎••』

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

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

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

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

The Halloween Bash, of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shrugged and leaned closer, his eyes searching yours.

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

He grinned. "Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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