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80s4life · 3 years

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Little Dove*

Word Count: 3,949

Status: Not Requested!

A/N: Had a thought lol

Fandom: Karate Kid 1985

Relationship: John Kreese x Student!Female Reader

Summary: You had stayed around throughout all of his bullshit. Throughout the beginning of a forever-long battle with Daniel LaRusso, throughout losing all of his Cobra Kais, going through crippling debt, and now, more than ever, as he tries to put himself together. You’ve been there, the whole time. So why is it, that when a random man from his past appears, all of his problems are fixed without a glance your way? What does this Terry Silver have that you don’t (besides endless money and a history)? It’s unfair. It’s selfish. It’s Kreese.

Taglist: @intersellars-the-alien-of-human @snapessecretdiary

Warnings: smut, teasing, jealousy, age-gap paring, language, Terry being an overprotective cockblock, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight dubcon, daddy/little girl kink, degrading kink

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{not my gif, credits belong to @atmostories}

I just love how innocent he looks here lol ^

Staring into the window of his office, you make no attempt in engaging in the conversation your peers were having, the people on the other side of the glass proving to be more interesting at the moment. Besides, it’s the same conversation over and over again, “Terry’s so great,” “The money,” “The brawn,” “The elegance,” you snort. All that Terry was anyway was trouble with enough money to pay off his stupidity.

The other man, however, was different. He did not become as fortunate as his younger companion. He went through many hardships that Terry would simply never understand. The proof: you. You had been there, through thick and thin. You can still remember the fights, injuries, and brokenness of a man like a slideshow constantly playing in your head, haunting your dreams. You should’ve left a long time ago, but you didn’t. There were points in your life that made you consider dropping him and everything he was in contact with at one point. But, yet again, you never did. All you did was forgive and forget, most of the time without apologies.

But no matter how much you’ve tried, there was always one outlier that couldn’t be erased.

Holding onto your brothers shoulder, you congratulate him on how well he’d done. He lost the tournament, but it was his heart that shined through it. Johnny was the one who handed LaRusso his trophy even as they were beating each other senseless moments ago. Pulling him in tightly, you whisper, “You did good, Blondie. We’ll get ‘em next year.”

He smiles broadly at this, returning the favor, “You didn’t do too bad yourself, Tiny. Hell, maybe next year, you’ll be the one to beat his ass for me... That, or you’ll be the same height as him,” he ruffles your hair.

“Shut up!” you swat his hands playfully, shouldering his side, then making your way over to the man of the hour. “Congratulations,” you outstretch your hand, “You were tough to beat! I’ll get ya one day though!” you point to him smiling as Johnny pulls you out of the arena with him.

“Thanks...Oh, and I’ll hold you to it!” he yells back, lifting his trophy high above his head. You leave with a sly smirk and playful roll of the eyes, not bad LaRusso.

Walking outside, you smile at Kreese nervously, knowing that he wasn’t going to take the loss lightly. Ignoring you completely, he snatches your brother from your grasp within moments, pinning him the the nearest car in the parking lot. With Johnny under the weight of Kreese, you try to yank him off, no longer in fear of your actions but what could happen if you don’t act fast. Shoving you out of the way with a hard jab of his elbow to your eye, Kreese goes back to harming your brother, switching positions as he goes to tighten his arm around Johnny’s neck.

Tommy, fearing for his life, stands still, on the verge of passing out. Dutch goes to help you up, pulling you away from Kreese’s proximity, but not for long. Full of anger and disappointment, you tear you body away from Dutch’s, giving him a stern look that he acknowledges and respects, stepping back. You run towards Kreese once more, putting more force into your pushes and shoves. He catches your eyes for a moment, anger glazing over his own as he gets a good look at the utter helplessness and determination within your own. He doesn’t loosen up though, tightening his hold even more so as if to test you.

Lunging once more, he blocks you from him and counters with a hard blow to your face. You fall again at Kreese’s feet, Johnny’s purpling face looking down at yours in fear and worry. As you go to make a final attempt, your prayers are answered, a man about your height grabbing Kreese’s fist in a vice grip. In a daze, Johnny is able to slip from his hold to the ground beneath him, falling into your outstretched arms as you lunge, again, to protect his head. Kreese, now turning his fury onto the short man, goes for a punch, missing and smashing the glass beside his target.

As the fight starts to get worse, Dutch gets a hold of Johnny, taking his weight off of yours and dragging him to safety. Jimmy and Bobby, going to help Dutch, leaves Tommy to help you up. Taking his hand gratefully, you are able to see Kreese’s demise clearly, a burning crimson decorating his now busted fists, no doubt shredded and in need of medical care. You turn back just in time for him to look your way, grief washing over your figure as you feel a sense of uncertainty.

The boys get into Johnny’s car quickly, pulling out of the car lot. Tommy, silently turning his calming body to yours, questions you with his eyes. Shaking your head lightly, you signal for him to go with them, your head hazy with the brute force of numerous blows previously clashing with your face. He nods knowingly, smiling weakly, as if questioning your motives or even why you were considering the choice you’d made up. Johnny looks back at you too, but is reassured as the short man, Mr. Miyagi, places a hand on your shoulder. As they peel out of the lot, you sigh and all the strength you’d conjured dropped instantly.

“You need checkup,” the older man states, looking you over.

“Yeah, but I need to take care of him first,” you point at the man.

“Ah. Good heart always forgives. You come by dojo sometime.”

“I’ll think about it,” you answer, kindly excusing yourself as LaRusso runs over to Miyagi, leaving just you and Kreese left in the parking lot.

Slowly, you pace yourself as to not speed too closely, too quickly to the man, walking lightly and quietly. Upon entering a close proximity, he looks up, neutral expression catching you off guard. Blinking once, he looks back down at his continuously bleeding hands, acknowledging your presence but not daring to step the line of communication. He never does.

“Do you...Do you n- ...?” you start, at a loss for words as you try to rephrase the question in a way to still make him feel superior without appearing weak to himself, “Do you want my help?”

He doesn’t say anything as an answer, just simply stares at the reddening hands.

So, following his chosen behavior, you adopt it and act the same. Slowly, you take off your fleece sweater, soft and warm to the touch, and move closer to Kreese. As you move into his personal space, you don’t dare look him in the eyes, and go to rip a piece of the sweater in half. Silently, you carefully take one of his hands in your own, them swallowing yours in turn. Wrapping the now torn cloth around his fists, you slightly tighten the material around the injury to prevent further bleeding, tying off the ends to keep the sweater where you want it. Turning to do the same for the other hand, Kreese never winces, or sucks in a breath, or even grunts in anguish.

As you finish your duty, you step back, parts of your hands and some of your pants now coated in differing amounts of blood from the constant dripping mess he’d left it in for a while. Taking in a deep breath, you look at him directly for the first time of the night, “Get in the car.”

That was the first of many nightmares that litter your mind. You grew into a tough, headstrong, and independent woman not only physically, but mentally as well. You were no longer the child looked down from the tip of Kreese’s nose, and despite your height not making much of a difference, you had filled into your body, soul, and mind. You were a woman nonetheless.

You were understood by Johnny, but to an extent. As you had continued to serve Kreese, it was only right that Johnny distanced himself from him, and with that, came you as well. You accepted this, and knew that you were not at war with him, settling for calls and texts when you missed him most. Johnny still allowed you the time to talk about your problems like you did in high school, and even let you rant about the newest situation with Kreese. Everyday, he worried for you, but he knew that this was what you wanted.

He knew you fell for him before you even had.

After that night, you went through phases with Kreese: sometimes he was happy and nice to you, other times was full of anger, arguments, and nonstop screaming at one another. You were like an old married couple without the ring, matrimony, and age. You didn’t pay any mind to it, the mixture of feelings for him stronger than the will to leave as you’d wanted to in your youth.

But overall was the feeling of betrayal, or at least a form of it. For 4 years, after the night of the failed tournament, you were with Kreese, and finally, when things started to clear themselves out, another problem arose. Although shit out of luck, Kreese was ready to give up the dojo, give it to the owner, and move on in hopes of wiping the slate clean. You were ready to forgive him. And then, Terry Silver, unable to let the past be the past, convinced Kreese to give it a second try.

Now as you sit in a circle with Dennis, Mike, and Snake on the mat of the dojo, doing some stretches before training starts, you couldn’t help but look at the men excluding you from something you had tried to keep alive as long as they had. Longer than Terry at least.

Snapping sounds through your frustrated haze, knocking you back into reality by Snake’s fingers. Scrunching your nose in confusion, you look at him, anger now turned towards him instead. “You keep drooling like that and we’ll all be slipping around and breaking shit. Then how would we be at the tournament?”

“Fuck you, Snake,” you get up, stomping to the office without another word. He just turns a mock-offended expression to the boys who give confused ones in return.

Storming into the small cubicle deemed an office, you turn to the men standing side-by-side. “Aw, what’s the matter sweetheart? The boys not playing fair?” Terry teases, trying to push your buttons.

Face now reddened with anger, you spit, “We don’t pay for you to sit around in your office and play with each other’s dicks. You can do that on your own time.”

“You don’t pay period as far as I’m concerned. And last time I checked, you weren’t of much use here anyways, Shortcake,” Terry rebuttals.

“And last time I checked, you're just here to tie your hair back, paint your nails, torture a kid half your age and an man even older than you.”

“Why you-!”

“Terry!” Kreese warns, a hand placed on his comrades’ chest, “It’s not worth your time, just go get the boys readied up for practice.”

“Sure...sure Johnny, I can do that,” he says eagerly, leaving the room with a side glance your way and elbow to the shoulder as he passes by.

Getting up from the back of the desk, Kreese loops around to close the office door, going back to where he was previously. “Wow, you really have that dog under wraps huh? Ready to bark when you say ‘bark’ or growl when you say ‘growl’?”

“Y/N, not now. You better cut this shit out now or I’ll kick you out,” he warns.

“Oh, so now your protecting him?! You’re going to sit here, right now, and threaten me for what? Because he served with you? Because you saved him?! What a load of shit!”

“Watch your mouth! You have no right to raise your voice to me! What I do with this dojo is none of your damn business, and will certainly never concern you. Ever.”

“Oh yeah! For sure! What did he even do, huh? What’s so great about him that is worth protecting his ass for when he’s never had to do anything in return?! I was there John! I was! I dealt with your shit for 4 years! Not 1! Not 2! Not even fucking 3!”

“I never told you to! No one was stopping you from walking out that damn door when everyone else had! I would’ve done perfectly fine without your ‘help’ when all it did was provide extra shit to take care of!”

“Really?! That’s what it was? Nothing? I dealt with your anger issues, your screaming! The god damn punches, kicks, spits, screams, hell anything you wanted to do in order to harm someone else to make you feel better! But that wasn’t me... No... Of course it wasn’t, right?”

“I’ve got no time for this. Stay in this fucking room and don’t move. You even dare come out into that dojo and you’re out. I have a winner to make and not some little girl to argue with.”

“Fuck you,” you spit, tears pooling at the bottom of your eyelids as the door hides you from view.

For hours, you sit in boredom, listening to the repetitive “hut” or “ah” as blow after blow is thrown into the dummies and punching bags. If only they could do that to me, take me out of my misery for fuck’s sake. But, despite the utter pissed state you were in, you did not move from the desk, even deciding to take a nap. It wasn’t until Dennis’ unusually loud laugh is echoed within the whole dojo do you finally wake back up. Looking through the blinds, you see the boys getting packed up. Doing the same, you walk out of the office just in time for Terry to leave with the boys a few moments later.

Speeding across the length of the mats, you take long strides in order to storm as fast as possible out of the cage that holds the biggest chains around your neck. Going for the door, you are unable to catch yourself as Kreese grabs your hand and flips you onto your back, splaying your body on the mats beneath you.

Groaning, you move to sit up, watching as he goes to lock the door to the dojo, throwing the keys somewhere and closing the blinds of the big glass panes adorning the front wall. Getting up, the harbored anger floods your being once more, “I’m done with your bullshit Kreese. Let me the fuck out so I can leave this place once and for all. You seem to be doing ‘perfectly fine’ with your boyfriend, so let me go!”

Without answering, he grabs you by the neck firmly, but not enough to choke you. The memories of Johnny instantly flood your mind, causing you to grab his hand just as tight, eyes peering straight into his. Noticing your change in demeanor, he loosens his hold a little and pushes your back up against the closest wall to your back. As your back collides with the wall, his lips clasp yours.

Whining in surprise, you go to pull back only for him to pull you closer by the neck. Realization dawns on you after a moment, and within seconds, your leaning into his touch absentmindedly. You only break apart once your lungs beg for more air. “There. Is that what you wanted?” he asks you, voice gravelly.

Ignoring his comment, you grab him by the nape of his neck, pulling him into you once again, tongue battling his own. Your tongue dances around, observing every crevice and tasting every bit of his mouth, grazing his teeth, biting his lips, and even tangling it with his. Taking control back, he shoves your body back into the wall, separating your mouth from his, a trail of saliva the only thing connecting your bodies.

His hand, long forgotten and hanging loose on your neck, tightens the grip back up firmly once again and moves his other to pin your arms above your head. Now basking in dominance, he kisses you once more, pinning his knee between your legs in the most delicious way. Taking advantage of the placement, you attempt to grind your core against his thigh to relieve some tension.

“Ah. Ah. Ah,” he warns, pulling his knee away and moving to unbuckle his belt instead, “On your knees, Slut.”

Obeying instantly, you do as he says and place yourself on your knees. Finally undoing the tie of his gi, he pulls his pants, alongside his underwear, down just enough to let his dick spring free. Gulping in admiration, you take in the view of his girth and length, precum oozing at the tip.

“Looks like your happy to see me,” you joke, loosening your tension in your shoulders.

Stepping closer, Kreese edges closer to your mouth, and, taking the hint, you wrap one hand around the base of his shaft. Your other hand, deciding teasing is the best get-back, wraps itself closer to the tip, thumb grazing the slit. Earning a shudder of pleasure from the man, he goes to move in closer again. Pulling your head away, you squeeze the tip loosely, staring up at Kreese.

At your locked gaze, his cheeks burn bright pink, enabling you to give the man what he wants now that he’s at a loss for words and flustered for you. Taking him into your mouth little by little, you stop just before the barricade of choking. Eyes locked onto his, you place your hands on either side of his hips for support, then take him in as fully as physically possible. Instantly, you are met by struggling moans of relief.

Swirling your tongue around and lapping at his veiny member, he struggles to control himself, the undying need for more consuming him. Pulling away just enough to keep the tip in your mouth, you nod at him, giving him the okay to do as he pleases. That was all he needed to start going, pulling your mouth around his cock again, and tangling his hands in your hair for a better grip. Thrusting into your mouth now, you try your best to breathe as you feel him start twitching, knowing you will be fine in a few minutes.

The closer he gets to ecstasy, the louder he gets, hips thrusting in any possible direction as his pleasure threatens to bubble over. “Look at me,” he orders, looking you in the eyes. Slightly confused, you do as told, looking at him through your eyelashes as he continuously uses your mouth. “That’s it, Good Girl.”

Without warning, he unleashes his load into your mouth, the hot and sticky cum shooting to the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow. Licking up the remains, you make a show of swallowing the contents as well, getting back onto your feet with a help of his hand. Pulling your body into his, he kisses you deeply, tasting himself.

You whine as you are still left in uncomfortable need for him, having not gotten your share just yet, the feeling of being filled a painful reminder. “Don’t worry, Daddy’ll take care of you.” And that, he does, getting to work on untying your gi and throwing the long-sleeved shirt over you head. Doing the same to him, you match his enthusiasm, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the room.

Playing with your clothed breasts, Kreese slips a hand under your bra to pinch your nipples, twisting them between his middle and fore fingers. Moaning, you pull him into your chest nibbling his ear. Gliding his hands down your sides and to your waist, he slowly edges his fingers slightly underneath your pants, pushing them down with your panties. As he busies himself with your clothes, you move your hands behind your back to unclasp your bra, breasts springing free and instantly hardening at the new temperature of the room.

Fingers, teasing your entrance, catches you off-guard, moaning again at the first shocks of pleasure. “Kreese,” you start breathlessly, “Enough is enough. Mgh... Stop teasing me,” you try to order, impatient and horny.

“As you wish, Princess.”

Lifting up one of your legs and wrapping it around his hipbone, he lines himself up with your entrance, entering slowly. Together, you sigh in ease simultaneously. Nodding once, you lean your forehead underneath his chin, starting to thrust slowly. Knowing this isn’t the pace he prefers, and body adjusting to his shape, you pull him in closer, whispering in his ear, “Faster, Daddy.”

Jolting at the name, he fastens the pace, grinding in rougher strokes, rubbing every part of you body in the best way possible. No one’s ever filled you the way he is now, and it leaves you stunned in a trance of utter euphoria. Tapping your other leg, you hop up to warp both legs around Kreese. At the new angle, he thrusts upwards, the overstimulation causing you to shake in a new sensation.

Squeezing his dick tightly, you try to hold your orgasm off for as long as possible, but the building want of release causes you to topple over the edge quickly, spilling all over the body still within your own. Without faltering, Kreese continues his assault on your body, causing you to scream out in the fury of pleasure being all too much for you. Shaking harder, you struggle to keep yourself around his body for long.

Seeing this, Kreese keeps himself sheathed in your cunt, laying you on your back against the mats of the flooring. Grabbing your legs, Kreese bends them until your thighs meet your chest. Then, thrusting at the same pace as before, Kreese is able to fuck you senseless without further issues. Moaning screams of ecstasy echo throughout the dojo, the combination of yourself and the slapping of skin being the only noises in the room.

As quickly as you’d built up the previous time, your orgasm and need of release forms again, your pussy throbbing in anticipation. “Kreese..” is all you manage, the older man quickly teetering towards the edge with you. Thrusting the hardest he had the whole night, he manages only a few more before you both come at the same time, screaming as you pull him down by the neck and into your chest, your name falling from his tongue in multiples.

Sucking in as much air as possible, Kreese and you stay in the same position panting before he unsheathes himself and collapses next to you. Catching your breath, you cuddle into his side in a naked heap of sweat and satisfaction. “Are you still jealous of Terry now?”

“It depends, am I still as useless as before?”

“I don’t believe so,” Kreese giggles, “but if you pull another crazy stunt like that, I will really have to give you a good beating. Huh, Babydoll?”

“I like the sound of that,” you say, going to straddle his hips as he lays on his back, “How about round two and I’ll consider not ripping his throat out?”

“Deal.”

#john kreese x reader #john kreese imagine #john kreese #martin kove #martin kove x reader #martin kove imagine #terry silver #tig #thomas ian griffith #mike barnes #sean kanan #kk3 #kk1 #kk #karate kid #karate kid imagine #karate kid 1 #karate kid 3

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authenticmiya · 4 years

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Hey could you possibly do a young Johnny x reader where she’s one of the cobra kai’s sisters or something and after everything with Ali she’s there for him and he finally doesn’t see her as just a friend

Out Of The Blue - Johnny Lawrence x Reader

Summary - Reader is Bobby’s twin sister and also the best friend of Johnny Lawrence. Following the breakup with Ali, the reader does everything she can to get Johnny to understand how much she cares for him.

Words - 1.1k

Warnings - fluff

A/N - Oh my gosh! This was my first request, so I hope you enjoyed it! Thankyou so much for giving me an idea to write about! My inbox is always open for anyone else who wants to request!

After the whole beach incident, Johnny was definitely not recovering anytime soon. Not only was he injured physically, but his heart was well and truly broken.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this Y/N.” Your twin brother Bobby admitted to you, as the two of you walked slightly behind the Cobra Kai’s.

“He’s heartbroken Bob, what do you expect? It’s not exactly a walk in the park.” You told him with a frown. Walking towards your first period of the day, it was noticeable how hurt Johnny was. As one of his life-long friends anyway, you’d noticed his whole demeanour do a 180 into more of an asshole.

“Students welcome! Before you take your seats, I have a new seating arrangement in order for your senior year!” Your teacher announced, making all of the students groan in annoyance.

“Tommy and Bobby, you can sit together at the back on the right.” He began listing the names. By the time it was your name being called out, it was just you and Johnny.

“Looks like we’re gonna be Physics partners for the year Johnny.” You smiled and he just nodded. Boy this was going to be one long year. He didn’t speak to you for the whole lesson - despite the attempts of you trying to have a conversation with him.

“Someone pissed in his breakfast this morning.” One of the students snickered but before he could make a comeback, you were quick to beat him.

“You’re gonna be eighteen years old next year, so shut your damn mouthes, assholes.” You snapped, making them turn a blind eye and act clueless.

“Miss Y/N, is there a problem back there?” And you just shook your head no. Johnny looked at you strangely.

“I can handle myself you know?” Johnny told you.

“Funny you should say that, because all I’m trying to do is be a supportive best friend.” You sighed. The class was soon over and you found yourself at your locker.

“Did you hear about Johnny and Ali? I heard he broke her radio at the beach last night.” What was it with kids and their right to gossip about your friend today?

“Yeah you ought to keep his name out your mouth sweet-heart because I’m not having another person talk shit on him.” You slammed your locker door, scaring both of the girls.

“Oh so when you get confronted, you suddenly become silent?” You raised an eyebrow. The Cobra Kai’s watched this whole conversation go down, considering their lockers were only metres from yours.

“Why does she keep doing this?” Johnny couldn’t lose his bad reputation, just because people were talking bad about him. He could handle himself.

“Dude that’s my sister and may I clarify, your best friend. Do you want her to just stand there and have to listen to all of that?” Bobby questioned.

“She’s so in love with you-“ Dutch began.

“Watch your mouth.” Bobby shut him up. But that one comment just stayed on Johnny’s mind for the rest of the day. Were you in love with him? Or was Dutch just trying to get into his head.

“Hey Johnny, wait up!” You called out to him at the end of the day. He was surprisingly on his own.

“You’re not going home right now.” You told him.

“What do you mean Y/N?” Johnny sighed.

“You’re going to get in my car, we’re going to the drive-through, then we could go to Golf N Stuff.” You insisted on all of these activities for one reason, and one reason only. It was your mission to successfully get Johnny over his heartbreak.

“I just want to go home, I’m not really up for anything today.” He went to turn around and you grabbed him by the bicep to prevent him going any further away from you.

“I can deal with you being an asshole all day because you’re heartbroken, but you’ve never denied my request for the drive-through.” You wiggled your eyebrows.

“I can’t just leave my motorcycle here.” Johnny told you.

“I’ll drive you back here after we’ve had food.” You suggested and of course he caved in.

“How you convince me to do all of this stuff, will forever amaze me.” Johnny said as he put his seat-belt on.

“You’ve been there at my worst Johnny, I’d be an awful friend if I didn’t return the favour.” There you went again with the term ‘friend’. Was he overthinking it because he’d just lose his girlfriend? Or was he frustrated that he couldn’t just make you his in a heart-beat? His head and his heart were telling him a million different things.

“Why’d you keep staring at me like that?” You asked him with a chuckle as you pulled up to a red light.

“How’d you know I was staring?”

“I know everything about you Johnny.” You muttered. Once the two of you had your food, you two just sat in your car.

“Thought you were taking us to Golf N Stuff?” Johnny said confused as the two of you remained in the parking lot.

“I just want to talk to you Johnny. You’ve gotta open up to me. Even if you don’t want to. I know how your brain thinks, it’s eating you up and no offence, but you’ve turned into more of an asshole.” That’s what he loved about you, the honesty. No wait? Loved about you? What?

“I guess seeing her with Larusso wasn’t what I was expecting. I know it’s been a few weeks, but I at least thought she’d still, you know? Want to be my girlfriend.” He admitted.

“A guy shows up out of the blue and you felt threatened. You’re allowed to be. The heart works in mysterious ways Johnny. It’s going to hurt for a while, but you’ll be okay.” You reassured him.

“And I can promise you, and I mean really promise you, that I’ll always have your back. Even if you don’t want me to, I’m not gonna stand there and take anyone’s bullshit. We’ve been best friends since we were in diapers.” He chuckled, trying to reminisce the days when you guys were kids.

“You don’t know how much that means to me Y/N.” Johnny felt his heart beat faster, not in a dangerous way, but a loving way.

“I do these things because I care and worry about you. As much as you don’t want to show this heartbroken act, I’ll always be your shoulder to cry on.” You side-hugged him as you two were still in the car.

“Thank-you Y/N. I guess I need a girl to talk to, considering you’ll probably listen to me a lot more than the guys, and take it seriously.” He told you.

“Don’t worry about thanking me Johnny. Who knows, maybe one day we’ll end up married?” You joked, but who’s to say that wouldn’t be the case in the future?

#cobra kai imagine #cobra Kai #Johnny Lawrence imagine #Johnny Lawrence x reader #the karate kid

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marvelous-imagines · 4 years

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Still loving you

Johnny Lawrence x reader

Request: Awesome! If I may submit 2, 1) where reader likes Johnny, and Johnny is going back and forth with Daniel bc of Allie, and reader breaks it off with Johnny and angst then they get back together. (it's hardly anything like the request and I just realized that and I'm so sorry)

Warnings: mild language. Angst. Fluff at the end!

@jojosgirlkat1dluvr

You Was Seated at a booth with your boyfriend Johnny and his friends at a dinner, listening to them joke around and and just talk about how their karate training went today. You was seated beside Johnny who had a arm wrapped around you, his red cobra Kai jacket on you as you leaned into his side.

"God the waitress is hot, I'm gonna ask her for her number next time she comes around" Bobby, one of Johnny's friends said, causing the rest of the gang to laugh at him.

"she's twice you're age idiot, she's not going to" johnny laughed out, eating a French fry off your plate which makes you swat his hand away playfully.

"oh yeah? 20 bucks says I can?" the boy bets, making you shake your head at him.

"you're honestly betting on it?" you lift a brow at him, shaking your head. Tommy throws 20 dollars on the table causing the rest to do the same.

"if she gives you her number you're not only winning this money, but my respect Bobby" Dutch tells him. You roll your eyes at the boys and finish up your food. After a few minutes the waitress came back to hand you your bill, which Johnny payed for, and you nearly choked on air when Bobby give the older woman a smirk while leaning back in his seat.

"hey babe, I was wondering if maybe I could get you're number?" he said confidently, looking the woman up and down. She scoffs and shows him a ring on her finger.

"I'm married asshole, the only thing you're grabbing is a ride out of here" she growls while stomping away. Everyone at the table burst out laughing, including yourself. Bobby flips you all off and stands up. Causing everyone to follow him out the door.

"you really know how to speak to the ladies Bobby" Tommy laughed, slapping him on the back as you all walked outside into the night air. Johnny still having a arm slung around you pulls you closer. But you can feel him tense up, looking up at him your about to question him what's wrong, but then you see his eyes focused on the new kid larusso and Johnny's ex girlfriend ali.

You couldn't help but feel a bit jealous, you knew he still felt a little something for the girl. He always gave her lingering glances, his eyes lighting up with anger when the larusso boy hangs around her.

It made you feel a little pinge of hurt whenever you would catch him staring at them, especially since you and him has been dating for nearly a week or two now, you feel so in love with the boy, he was so sweet towards you, funny and loving person. And he was so handsome, any woman would kill just to be in your position, having Johnny Lawrence have his arm around them. But you didn't feel as lucky when he looked at ali...

"look at that loser, who the hell does he think he is strutting around here?" johnny seethes while looking at the two, watching how Daniel put his arm around ali. But poor Daniel stops in his tracks like a deer caught in headlights when he sees Johnny and his gang.

"oh no...." Daniel muttered, "maybe we should go..." he looks to ali. But Johnny, pulling his arm away from you stops him from moving by pushing his shoulder, causing Daniel to stumble back some.

"where do you think you're loser?" johnny asks with a smirk, the anger in his blue eye's caused you to give Johnny a confused yet angered look.

"don't be mean to the poor kid Johnny, let's just go" you said trying to get him to leave the boy alone. But he doesn't listen, Johnny's friends watching this go down with snickers and chuckles like it was funny. But for you, it was far from it.

"look man, I don't want any trouble I'm just trying to grab something to eat with my -

"you think I'm gonna let you get away with what you done larusso?" johnny questions while pushing Daniel back again.

"johnny stop being such a jerk and just let us be" ali spoke while standing behind Daniel.

"yeah Johnny let's just go please?" you say but Johnny only scoffs at you.

"and let this loser -

"johnny please?" you whisper, placing a hand on his shoulder trying to get him to calm down. But he doesn't even pay attention to you.

"I don't wanna fight man, but I will if you don't back off" Daniel says in defense, causing Johnny to laugh at him mockingly. You feeling anger bubbling up inside you at how childish your boyfriend was acting.

"did you hear that boys? Larusso thinks he can beat us!" johnny snickers, but Daniel shakes his head.

"just let us go prick"

"who you calling prick loser!" johnny grabs Daniels jacket and ali grabs Daniel while you push Johnny back, his glare falling on you.

"leave him alone Johnny! God you're acting like such a child! Picking on someone so - so innocent!" you say, face flushed with anger. Johnny rolls his eyes and looks away from you.

"so what? You're taking his side now?" he asks, venom dripping from his voice. You scoff, watching how he glares at the ground, jaw tense and fist clenched. "is he taking you to? Stealing you away from me like he did ali?" he questioned with the same harsh tone.

You feel a wave of shock and disappointment wash over you. "why would you even think that? For one thing he never stole ali Johnny, she broke up with you! And another I'd -

"then what the hell do you call that!" he points at ali and Johnny, ali holding Daniel back as he glared at your boyfriend. You feel a wave of fresh anger and glare at Johnny.

"of you can't stop being such a asshole then I'm leaving you Johnny! So you can choose right now, either leave them alone or I'm leaving" you state, crossing your arms. You expected Johnny to calm down, to wrap his arms around you as his tough guy facade washes away for a split second to keep you with him. But you was wrong, instead he let's out a un-amused chuckle.

"go then! See if I care! All you do is nag me over stupid shit like this!" he motioned toward the fight, his once blue loving eyes cold and heartless. You feel hot tears filling your eyes as your bottom lip trembles. You only stare at him hoping he would realize what he said and take it back. But he doesn't, he only gives you a glare.

"okay then, I guess that's that..." you muttered, tears falling from your eye's as you push past him and leave him standing there with his friends, Daniel and Ali.

You walked home that night, heart broken into a million peices. You had thought Johnny was different, that he was the sweet heart of a man whenever you both started dating, the sweet things he would say to you, the way he couldn't stand not holding your hand every second. You thought his soft kisses and exclaims of love for you was genuine, that he actually loved holding you close to him, loved you...

But now you know that was all a lie, the Johnny you thought you knew was just a dream you couldn't even have... Once you was home you laid in bed and cried, the pain of knowing that Johnny didn't love you hurt, the feelings you felt for him apparently unrequited.

The next morning at school was unbearable, seeing him laugh and joke around with his friends as if nothing ever happened, as if he didn't end things with you. But the next few other days was worse, so bad you skipped a day of school, that day being today. You was laid in bed just reading a magazine when your phone rings, ignoring it you continued reading the dumb magazine in hopes of taking your mind of things, but the phones insistent ringing forced you to throw the magazine down and reach over your bed to grab the ringing phone off your bed side table.

"hello?" you grumbled into the phone, but you feel your heart drop, the dark cloud of sadness you've pushed away for the day came right back.

"hey y/n, I know you really don't -

You hung up on Johnny, tears swimming in your eye's. His voice sounded glum, cracking slightly as if he was on the verge of tears. But you knew he wasn't, at least that's what you thought. Because over these past week he seemed happy without you.

Just as you was about to pick the magazine back up the phone rings again, this time you wipe your eyes harshly and pick the phone up.

"look Johnny I -

"it's Bobby, and before you hang up I wanted to let you know that Johnny has been a absolute mess without you... He hasn't been showing up to training at the dojo lately, he's skipping school and he won't even barely talk to us..." he explained, and even though you wanted to forgive Johnny, you knew that it should be in person.

"if he really wants to fix things tell him to meet me at the dinner..." you muttered while playing with the phones curly cord.

"what time?" Bobby sounded relieved and happy. You let a small smile grace your face.

"tomorrow evening at 3pm" you said, hearing Bobby bid you goodnight before hanging up.

You sigh and laid down on your bed, wondering if forgiving would be the right decision. Or if not forgiving him was the wrong....

The diner was full, friends laughing at one another, family having a great time. And then there was you, waiting at a booth by the window alone. It was nearing 3pm, but Johnny was nowhere to be seen. You sigh and can't help but feel slightly disappointed by his absence, you thought he'd actually missed you, regretted his decision that unfortunate night outside this diner.

Looking down at your watch you see Johnny was already two minutes late, sighing your ready to stand up, deciding Johnny needed some time to gather his thoughts...

But you sat back down when you spot Johnny walk through the doors, blond hair a mess atop his head, black cloth that's usually tied around his head gone. He wore a faded old t-shirt and jeans, his blue eye's holding a glum glow about them as he looks up and spots you, quick to stride over and slip into the empty booth with you. You give him a emotionless expression as he opted for gazing out the window.

"penny for you're thoughts?" you asked harsher then meant to. But Johnny looks at you, big blue eye's holding nothing but regrets.

"I - I'm sorry for what happened that night... I was wrong for saying what I did... For pushing you away -

"being a big jerk?" you added to the list. He nods and looks back out the window with a deep sigh.

"I miss you y/n... Please just - forgive me" he whispers, voice holding a genuine hurt tone to it. You sigh looking over Johnny's face, taking in how miserable his eyes are, showing the misery he truly was in over this past week. Reaching over the table and grabbing ahold of his hand you give him a gentle squeeze, causing him to look up with a hopeful glint.

"as much as I hate how you was doing Daniel that night... I suppose I forgive you" you muttered, his face lighting up as he tries to say something but you cut him off "if we start dating again I expect you to leave Daniel and Ali alone Johnny" you explain, giving him a pleading look, begging for him to at least listen to you, promise you.

"okay, done. But if he starts it I'm not letting the little prick walk all over me y/n" he tells you with a serious look. Which causes you to roll your eyes.

"only if he starts it and throws the first punch" you confirmed with a small little smile. Johnny squeezes your hand that he held in yours atop the table as he gives you a little smile of his own.

"and one last thing to discuss..." you trail off, looking away from his concerned and confused eyes.

"what is it?" he swallowed thickly, worried by the look in your eye, how you looked afraid, hurt and skeptical.

"stop making me feel like I'm only just you're friend... I see how you look at ali, the only reason you hate Daniel so bad is because he - what you claim, stole her away from you..." you struggle to look at him, knowing your insecurities was starting to boil over the top. "I know she's prettier and -

"y/n you're the most beautiful woman I've ever lied eyes on, if you even for a moment think I'd ever leave you for ali your wrong. I love you, more than anything and nothings gonna change that" he interrupted your train on insecure thoughts. You feel your heart skip a beat and melting at his words, the way he gazed at you with love and truth, a genuine smile on his face as he let his eyes roam every detail and feature about you.

"johnny - I love you too..." you stuttered as you felt a wave of emotions hit you. Causing tears of happiness to form in your eye's. Johnny let's a little smile tug at his lips as he leaned closer, halfway across the table to cup your cheek.

"I know ya do babe, and like I said before, I love you more" he gives you a quick peck on the lips before bringing your hand up to his lips placing a lingering kiss to your knuckles. Heart fluttering at his sweet little kisses.

That day in the diner you and Johnny sit and talked for hours, his eyes on you never leaving once. He regretted the night he had hurt you and pushed you away, but he knew that if he kept his promises to you that nothing could ever keep you both apart.

A/n: here it is! I hope it isn't as bad as I believe it to be lol, it was rushed. I've been incredibly busy with work and have hardly any time to myself lately!, but here's this and then I'll work on the other one!

#johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence x reader #johnny lawrence imagine #cobra kai #daniel larusso #Daniel larusso x reader #Daniel larusso imagine #the karate kid #william zabka #ralph macchio

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No Bad Student | 1 -- Prologue: Ex-Degenerate

Pairing: Lawrusso (Daniel x Johnny) Genre: Angst Warnings: Blood Word count: 1303 Summary: KK2 AU in which Johnny ends up living with Miyagi and Daniel for the summer. Inspired by nadianecromancer’s comic, but I’ll try to avoid making any scenes similar to the ones they already did! Notes: This was originally posted on Ao3 here. I’m much more used to that format than this one, but I’ve seen a lot of people post their fics here and thought I’d give it a shot. First chapter of three I’ve already written and will post shortly.

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He didn’t dare to look up from the pavement on that day. Voices called from around him, but none of them held any meaning at that moment. Even as Bobby set a hand on his shoulder, the feeling was like smoke in the breeze. He didn’t dare to look up, because he’d see one of two things -- LaRusso was there, looking at him, or he was already gone. After what he’d just seen, either option could kill him then and there.

Instead, his eyes were trained on the thin layer of shattered glass that covered the parking lot. There were tiny, bright red dots sprinkling the cement among the glittering white shards. It wasn’t the first blood he’d seen that day, but all but this was drawn from the losers, the ones that didn’t try hard enough. They didn’t commit. Sensei isn’t a loser, is he?

His eyes shut tightly. Some dying part of him still held on. It told him that all of this was his own fault, or LaRusso’s fault, or that crazy old man’s fault. It couldn’t be Sensei. He should just shut up and get back to training. Or, better yet, get up and show that old man what a real fighter looks like.

And still, his heart faltered. He let out a long, still-pained breath and let defeat keep him pinned to the ground below him.

“Johnny, come on man, let’s get outta here.” Johnny let his eyes come up just a bit, trying to ignore his peripherals. Bobby was on one knee in front of him, a hand still resting on his shoulder.

“Are you breathing alright? Do you need to see somebody?” Tommy said as he took a seat on the curb beside him. His voice was quieted -- he knew Johnny’s pride better than anyone.

“I’m alright, I’m alright.” Johnny insisted promptly, pushing himself upward, though he still watched the glass’s reflection.

Bobby gave him a pat on the back, forcing up a little smile. “C’mon, let’s do something fun, huh?”

“Could go steal one of the golf carts again. Find some ramps.” Dutch came walking into view, his arms crossed. Jimmy couldn’t help but scowl at him as he approached from behind.

Johnny shook his head. “Nah, let’s just--... Let’s go for a ride. Down to the beach, the usual place.” He said hoarsely, already making a beeline for his bike. The others followed behind, as always.

He took a seat on his bike, resting on it for a moment. The vibration of the engine hummed against his fingers as he gripped the handles. His sharp breathing slowed. The feeling was familiar. It brought back memories of normality, him and the boys getting into trouble, midnight conversations at the beach that always got a little more emotional than intended. That beach seemed to hold onto those feelings, like a storage place for their thoughts. Ali did the same, really. He could still picture her face the first time he let himself cry in front of her -- that took a while, didn’t it? Could he ever do that again?

Not after him. His jaw clenched at the image, the proud smirk of the bastard that changed his life for the worse and stole Ali away from him forever. The worst thing about it was that he could do nothing to stop him. It was over. He lost.

His sensei’s words echoed in his mind.

Bobby tapped on Johnny’s shoulder, his brows raised in concern. “You alright, man? We’re ready to head out if you wanna…” He trailed off.

Johnny nodded tacitly, revving the engine again then speeding away from the arena for what would seem to be the final time.

“Just gimme it, man!” Tommy pleaded as he chased after Dutch, kicking up clouds of sand.

Dutch chuckled, a big, malevolent grin on his face as he swung around Tommy’s bag. “Not until you admit you got your ass kicked.”

“I scored a point, same as you! Not my fault LaRusso cheated!” He grumbled out, capturing one of the straps, though this only allowed Dutch to begin swinging his arm around along with the bag.

“How’d he cheat?” Bobby asked, incredulous, sitting on a towel and sipping a warm beer beside the other two.

“He--...” With a quick, aggressive motion, Tommy managed to slip his bag out from Dutch’s grip, leaving him to fall into a laughing fit on the sand. “Well, he must’ve, right? A guy like that couldn’t have really beaten all of us, could he?”

“Nah, you’re right.” Dutch said as he climbed back onto his feet, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “I mean, you saw him. He hardly threw a punch. Just blocking over and over, the annoying little bastard.”

“He wasn’t cheating, man, we just weren’t prepared for whatever that Miyagi guy trained him to do,” Bobby admitted, his voice low.

Jimmy stood from the towel, starting to pace. “Well--... Well, we can train up and kick his ass next year, yeah? I mean--... I mean he won’t even get to Johnny.”

Dutch grinned. “Damn right. We’ll teach that kid a lesson he won’t forget.”

Bobby smiled warmly, turning to Johnny for confirmation. The smile dropped promptly. “Johnny?”

He sat facing the ocean, watching the moon’s reflection morph with the waves, his eyes empty. After a second of silence, he looked over at Bobby, his brows raised. “Huh?”

“We were saying how we’re gonna kick LaRusso’s ass next year.” He said cautiously, attempting a smile.

“Oh… Yeah…” Johnny’s words trailed off as he turned back toward the moon.

Silence permeated the group for a few long seconds.

“Well uh…” Bobby started, “I guess we gotta find a new sensei, huh?”

“Oh, well my mom told me about this place in Glendale.” Jimmy sat in the sand in front of Bobby, grinning brightly. “It’s kinda small, but it seems nice, so she says.”

Tommy sat beside him. “ We should definitely go to the same dojo, can’t split up this crew, right?”

Johnny sighed and they all turned their attention. “I don’t really wanna do karate anymore.”

That silence returned to take all of them once again, holding for quite some time.

Tommy hesitated, then spoke. “Are you serious, man?”

He nodded.

Everyone had the same thoughts simultaneously, albeit with different orders, different priorities. Dutch’s lip curled in anger, Tommy’s eyes darted in fear, Bobby looked to Johnny with compassion, and Jimmy hid his despair the best he could. All the while, Johnny sat there still staring at the water, void of any reaction at all.

“It’ll be alright, Johnny,” Bobby said softly. “We don’t need karate to keep being friends, y’know?”

A smile twitched up on Johnny’s face but failed to fully appear. “Yeah. I hope so.” He felt a surge of pain through his chest. His eyes welled up, but he widened them, shifting his focus to keeping a tear from falling.

Bobby patted his back, then hugged him around the shoulders. “I know it. You don’t have to worry about stuff like that, man.”

Each boy nodded, offering their own versions of compassion to their friend. Even Dutch gave a little confident smirk in an attempt to bring up the same in him.

“Thanks, guys.” His voice trembled slightly as an evasive tear fell, despite his best efforts; though, the others wouldn’t mention it, certainly not now.

The group ended that night at Bobby’s parents' house -- the last thing Johnny wanted was to spend it at home. They killed time distracting each other with arguments about nothing and impromptu competitions held for no good reason. It was a good ending to a horrible day, but no matter how much he tried to hide it, there was an empty space in Johnny where something once was.

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dxrkvibez · 3 years

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Ooo okay sweet! I was tagged by @chaotictommy to do this

Here we go!

It’s the year 2021 and you are obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?

-uhm alone 😂 sure it’s a classic, but it’s hard to find people with the same love I have for it I guess? I love the movie and I freaking love the fandom, you guys are great.

Did you grow up with The Karate Kid or are you new to the series?

-I definitely did not grow up with it. I saw it once, at my grandmas house when I was home sick from school. But I think that’s the only time I watched as a kid. I didn’t get that into until like, March or April of this year

We gotta do the basics. Favorite character?

-oh my gosh I don’t know! The five original cobras (if you guys couldn’t tell from my account 😂), but I don’t have like a favorite out of those. Maybe Dutch?? Maybe Tommy?? Clearly it’s still undecided. My favorite cobra kai character though, is definitely Tory.

Wax On, Wax Off, or Sweep The Leg?:

-sweep the leg. I don’t know why. I just like it better I guess

Which of Daniels Dumb Little Outfits is your favorite?:

-ohhh. It has to be the one from the first karate kid. The outfit he wore back to school? There was just so many patterns going on. The flannel tucked into his camo pants?? love it

Favorite Ship?:

-ooo canon? I really like Daniel x Kumiko, but really my favorite ships are Johnny x Dutch, Johnny x Bobby, Bobby x Dutch, Dutch x Jimmy, Jimmy x Johnny, Tommy x Johnny, and Tommy x Susan

Underrated Character?:

-Jessica! I love her, but she doesn’t get as much attention as Ali or Kumiko since she wasn’t exactly Daniels girlfriend. But, i totally think she deserves the attention. She was a great person.

Underrated Ship?:

Daniel and Amanda, honestly. Amanda gets unnoticed a lot because of Johnny, and yeah I love lawrusso, don’t get me wrong. But, I think Amanda is a great person, and I think her and Daniel work well together. Their supportive of eachother and clearly love eachother

Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver 🤧:

-Dutch would be my first choice! I also wouldn’t mind seeing Mike Barnes return.

Scene that lives in your head rent free?:

-definitely the conversation Tommy and Johnny have in front of the fire I’m Cobra Kai. It just, gets me every time. Also, the scene in the karate kid 3, where mr Miyagi tells Daniel to get back out, and not lose to fear.

Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?:

-I highly doubt it. It would be cool if he was though. Even with the tiny growth he has had in between seasons 1 and 3 of cobra kai, show that his character could has cool potential.

You live in the valley and are forced into the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?:

-this is actually hard! My first thought was cobra kai, but now that I think about it, I might actually fit in better at Miyagi-Do

It’s the crossover event of the season! Which show would you choose to have an hour long crossover event with cobra Kai?:

-the x files. Hands down. I feel like Mulder and Johnny would get along. Also, karate meets aliens? Yes. Also scully and Amanda would totally bond over having to put up with the things their boyfriends/husbands do.

I nominate

⇾ @ilovepeopleicanthave

and

⇾ @ashepssss

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Not The Best Around CH5

Chapter 5: You’re The Best (Around)

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The couple of nurses that came and went were about as much excitement as Laura received that night before the sun finally came up. The morning greeted them with Johnny’s very first visitor for the day it was someone Laura was always happy to see.

“Ali,” she said happily when the familiar face popped up from behind the door.

“Hi, Mrs. Lawrence,” said Ali, lingering by the door for a moment before hesitantly stepping in, not getting more than a few feet into the room before she stopped, hands fidgeting nervously behind her back. “How is he?”

“He’ll be okay. He just needs a little rest and some TLC but he’ll be right as rain in no time. What about you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages. You don’t come by the house anymore,” Laura said inquisitively.

Ali’s mouth opened and closed in an effort to find an appropriate response to the statement but obviously couldn’t come up with anything rational.

“I just – uh, I wanted to see how he’s doing. I don’t want to be a bother –”

There was an uneven sound of footsteps by the door when a new figure appeared, looking much more nervous and much more hesitant than Ali when she first stepped in.

“Umm, Mrs. Lawrence, this is a friend of mine, Daniel,” she motioned towards the newcomer, who looked hesitantly between the two women before raising an uncertain hand in greeting.

“N-Nice to meet you, Mrs. Lawrence,” said Daniel, careful to stay beyond the threshold of the door.

Laura returned the greeting before reaching over to shake Johnny’s shoulder. “Johnny,” she called softly, “Ali is here to see you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, Mrs. Lawrence. I don’t want to disturb him,” said Ali quickly.

“Oh nonsense, Ali. I know he’ll be thrilled to see you.”

Daniel had the literal look of someone caught between a hard place and an even harder place and nowhere to escape.

“Johnny.” She resumed shaking his shoulder gently until his eyes finally cracked open, heavy lidded and bleary, attempting to blink his vision into focus. “Honey,” she said once his eyes finally focused on her, “Your friends are here.” She motioned towards the door and Johnny could only follow the direction she was indicating with his eyes which widened the moment they fell on Ali standing awkwardly near the far end of the room. “If you two could stand a little closer in his line of sight,” Laura said, indicating towards the foot of the bed.

Daniel had the look of someone who’d just stumbled upon a cave full of hibernating bears and was trying to back out slowly before any of them smelled fresh meat and decided that they didn’t need the sleep that badly but had inadvertently woken all of them up. The moment Johnny’s eyes fell on him, it was clear from his expression that he’d picked the bears any day of the week.

However Ali beckoned him in and like with everything to do with Ali Mills, Daniel was too weak to refuse.

“H-Hi, Johnny,” said Ali, forcing a chipper appearance as she approached the foot of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

Johnny remained silent for a moment before he plastered on a smile which looked more pained than happy when he returned Ali’s greeting. Laura didn’t seem to notice the obvious tension in the room, or the one between Johnny and Ali and Daniel who was still skulking by the door.

“I’ve been better,” Johnny said, swallowing the lump in his throat before his eyes glanced over to stare at Daniel who was trying his hardest to blend into his background. “I’m really… glad to see you, Ali,” he added, though from the hesitation in his voice it was obviously only a show put on for his mom’s sake.

“Me too. We were all so worried.”

Johnny tried to keep up the smile but it ended up looking more like a grimace, though lucky for him Laura’s attention was more on the situation between him and Ali as opposed to whatever was going on inside his head, because his mother was one of the few people who could read him like an open book. “Yeah…” he answered simply because the atmosphere of the room descended into silence.

“I’ll just give you kids your privacy,” Laura said, obvious misinterpreting the situation and the silence as being brought on by her presence. “I’m going to get a cup of coffee, sweetheart, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she said, reaching over to stroke Johnny’s hair and plant a kiss on his forehead. She gave Ali a brief by warm hug when she passed by her before stepping out of the room, leaving Johnny alone to face off against two of the people in the world he probably wanted to see least. Though, maybe second after Sid.

The silence remained for a while after her exit. Daniel ended up toeing his shoe against the linoleum, eyes glancing over at everything in the room besides Johnny, willing himself to shrink down into nonexistence because of the awkwardness of the situation. Ali was fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, eyes downcast while Johnny finally tore his eyes away from the sight of the two people in front of him and opted to stare at the far end wall because it was pretty much the only thing in his line of sight that didn’t cause little stabs of pain inside his heart.

“What do you want, Ali?” he asked finally, his voice cold. “Come to rub it in my face, LaRusso? Don’t worry, I’m not such an idiot that I didn’t realize I’d lost.”

The hesitation immediately drained from Ali’s shoulders when Johnny finished. Her eyes snapped up instantly, the look in her eyes blazing. “God, Johnny, can’t you ever not be so… so… vindictive? We were genuinely worried about you – I was worried about you, despite what you might think of me.”

Johnny clenched his eyes shut tight as Ali continued her almost tearful monologue until the point he couldn’t take it anymore. “Please,” he said, sounding more broken than Ali had ever heard him which caused her to stop mid-sentence. “Just… please. I’m tired of fighting,” he said with a sigh. “Please just leave.”

Ali immediately looked apologetic, almost deflated by the defeated tone in Johnny’s voice.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a sigh. “I really didn’t come here to upset you. Just… I really did just want to see how you were doing.”

Johnny mimicked the tired sigh. It genuinely hurt how much Ali’s presence had come to be more painful than pleasurable and he knew he had only himself to blame for that. “I know, but… the truth is you being here isn’t helping anything, Ali. I appreciate the concern but just… I’d rather if you didn’t come by again.”

“I understand,” Ali replied sadly.

Hurting Ali was something that hurt Johnny deeply, but so was having her so close but at the same time so far out of reach. He knew he would probably never be over her, or over the relationship they once had, especially with her being around, taunting him with the unattainability of her presence.

Johnny looked away when Ali turned to leave and he expected to hear the sound of footsteps leading away from his room, leaving him to his privacy to let his tears flow, but instead there was a shuffling sound and the voice that had at some point become the bane of his existence all of a sudden called his name.

“Hey, Johnny,” LaRusso called out and it took all of Johnny’s will power not to roll his eyes outright. He kept his eyes averted hoping that LaRusso would for once take the hint and just walk away from the situation in which his presence was neither required nor wanted. “Look, man. I know we’ve had our differences, and we’ve made each other’s entire year hell – though some of us more than others –” he added the last part as a mutter under his breath, “But I never meant for anything like this to happen. Not even to you. So… just – just know that. I’m really sorry that it turned out this way.”

Johnny could appreciate the balls it took for LaRusso to step up and say what he said, to apologize for it nonetheless. The way he never would have done. He’d hurt his fair share of opponents in tournaments but it was never anything personal. It was just for the win. What his sensei asked him to do… what he’d asked Bobby to do… it went against even his own skewered moral compass, but he never in a million years would he have apologized to LaRusso for what happened.

Maybe he really had been the bad guy all along.

LaRusso obviously took his silence and lack of eye contact as his definitive reply and was about half way towards the door where Ali was waiting for him when Johnny found himself calling out to him.

“LaRusso,” he said, finally meeting LaRusso’s eyes when he turned around. He took a deep, measured breath before lifting his left hand up slightly, holding it out to LaRusso who looked between his face at the offered appendage confusedly. “Now we’re finally even, huh?” he asked. He wasn’t sure how he even remembered the words or why they chose to come out at that moment, but he thought it was appropriate.

LaRusso looked confused for a moment and Johnny could see the exact moment the significance of the words finally dawn on him. He smiled, and Johnny found him own lips curling slightly at the edges. “Yeah, man,” he said, walking over without hesitation and grasping Johnny’s hand, holding his firm and giving it a slight shake. “Now we’re even.”

They both let go at once and LaRusso finally turned to join Ali who was staring between them confusedly from the door.

The calm that settled in his heart, probably for the first time in years, as usual, didn’t last very long, because just as Ali and LaRusso both turned to leave, the last person either of them probably wanted to run into appeared at the door.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” asked Dutch in a sing song voice, grin plastered on, stopping dead in his tracks the moment his eyes fell on LaRusso.

Johnny just sighed. He was too tired to have to deal with that particular situation. Though he was half proud and half hurt watching Ali put herself without hesitation between LaRusso and Dutch.

The sound of multiple footsteps signaled the arrival of the rest of the Cobra Kais, stepping in into the room behind Dutch who was prowling threateningly around Ali and LaRusso like a wild animal.

“Dutch,” said Tommy, his tone almost cautionary as he said Dutch’s name.

Johnny thought he should break up the tension before it escalated but he didn’t even get the chance to open his mouth to tell him to stop once Bobby walked in.

The immediate shift in Dutch's body language was apparent, it was almost like he deflated; the prickly hairs standing on end like an aggravated feline settled down though his typical smirk stayed on. He raised both hands as if in surrender, taking a deliberate step back.

“I’m good,” he said immediately, looking between LaRusso and Bobby. “Cool as a cucumber,” he added, bowing slightly and motioning towards the door with both arms. “Careful, Danielle, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

LaRusso looked about as confused as Johnny felt on the inside by the unexpected turn of events. However he was obviously not too confused to recognize the escape route when it was handed to him on a platter made of gold. He immediately grabbed an equally bemused Ali by the wrist, tugging her away from Dutch. Just before they disappeared out the door, Johnny found himself calling out one more time.

“Thanks,” he said, “For… for coming and for playing along; for not telling my mom the truth about us.”

For the first time in a long time, Ali looked back at him with an expression other than disdain on her face. She actually smiled. “You don’t have to thank me for that,” she said. “Your mom’s a lovely person and I genuinely care about her. But you really should tell her the truth eventually,” she said.

Leave it to Ali to always tell him things he didn’t really want to hear. Johnny guessed that was why he loved her so much.

But then she left with LaRusso, walking away with a last lingering smile before she disappeared behind the wall and far out of reach.

Johnny exhaled through the ache in his chest; furrowing his brows because it was pretty much the only part of him he could move without pain.

“How you feelin’, Johnny?” asked Bobby as he approached. He seemed to be the only person in the room unaffected by Dutch’s strange behaviour. Everyone else was still gob smacked silent by Dutch’s uncharacteristic reaction. Though knowing Bobby as well as he did (the real Bobby that not everyone got to see all the time) Johnny was positive that something had happened between the two that he didn't know about.

The question immediately erased the thought of LaRusso clear from everyone’s minds and they turned to approach Johnny’s bed; some with slightly more spring in their step than others as demonstrated by Tommy who nearly skipped up to Johnny’s side.

“Yeah, man. You doing okay?” he asked, reaching down to grab the side rail of the bed with both hand, leaning down into Johnny’s line of sight.

Johnny gave them a tired smile. The exhaustion was just a default mode of his lately though he was glad to see his friends. “Probably going to have to hang up my dancing shoes for a while,” he said.

Tommy laughed, probably a little too fervently, but then again, it was Tommy. Everything he did and said was slightly more exaggerated than that of a normal human being.

“Really glad you’re okay, Johnny,” Jimmy said, stepping up on his other side, across from Tommy.

Dutch stepped up to the foot of the bed as Bobby came up on Jimmy’s left, his warm smile plastered on his face immediately lifting Johnny’s spirits by just the sight.

“We’re Cobras,” he said, “It’ll take more than this to keep us down.” Though the voice saying the words inside his head wasn’t one that belonged to him, they were words he wanted to believe with all his heart.

“Damn straight,” said Dutch determinedly. “But I still can’t believe you let LaRusso drop you like that, man.”

The resounding sharp intake of breath was apparent in the room and Johnny turned in time to see Bobby deliver a sharp slap to Dutch’s shoulder with the back of his hand, his expression both of disbelief and irritation.

“What?” whined Dutch, feigning offense with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Seriously, man?” stated Bobby, half in query and half as an exclamation of disbelief. His expression was one that Johnny could only describe as an ever suffering mother dealing with petulant two year old who’d just thrown a tantrum. But then again, that was Bobby’s default more when it came to dealing with Dutch most of the time.

“What?” Dutch repeated, putting on the face of the wronged party so convincingly that even Bobby could barely suppress the grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’re incorrigible,” said Bobby once he finally gave up trying to hold back the chuckle.

Johnny couldn’t hold back his either and eventually the whole room descended into laughter.

“You’re the real ace-degenerate,” said Tommy with a cackle and Johnny honestly couldn’t agree with the statement more if he tried.

Tbc.

#johnny lawrence #the karate kid #cobra kai #daniel larusso #ali mills #bobby brown #dutch #tommy #jimmy #laura lawrence #reiven fics #reiven karate kid fics #fics: not the best around #also posted on ao3 #whump fic recs #need to actually finish writing this #and then get to the billion other unfinished fics #and that miguel fic i want to write #send help

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Saw your post on Older Paster Bobby x Younger Johnny and it gave me this idea of Bobby introducing Johnny to his closest friends Dutch, Jimmy, and Tommy and as soon as the three of them sees Johnny for the first time there thought is : “yea I’m going fuck this blonde twink”

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They can tell as plain as day that he has at the very least a crush on Bobby, and they suspect it isn’t unrequited.

Though it doesn’t look like they’ve done much together yet, Johnny still has raging virgin written all over him, and they think Bobby is insane for not doing something about that already. They can tell Johnny is aching for it, and not just from Bobby. He’s almost demure when speaking to them, looking perky and pretty, all "yes, sir." And "no, sir" when they ask questions, listening earnestly when any of them tell a story, and laughing at all their unfunny jokes.

Dutch especially likes the hint of an attitude that peeks through from time to time. He wants to make him even worse—to bring him to the dark side, so to speak. He can get Johnny past the whole staying pure till marriage thing. Though, the way Johnny looked at him when he talked about his time in jail tells Dutch that maybe that won’t be so hard. He would like nothing more than to pop Johnny's cherry, and he knows at least Tommy feels the same way because he’s being well-behaved, the way he used to act when girls were around way back when, small smiles much different from his usual bright grin and only quick glances at Johnny's cute little tits, but he’s becoming much less behaved the more he drinks. Jimmy is polite, as always, but makes an effort to talk to Johnny—asking questions and charming Johnny with his shy demeanor, not a single thing giving away his thoughts about breeding the boy over the very table they're sitting at, reaming that hole that he’s sure is just as sweet and tempting as everything else about him.

Bobby holdsJohnny’s thigh under the table, hand gripping tight and possessive. He knows his friends, and he knows what they want to do. Not that he’s completely opposed to the thought.

He feels extremely annoyed when Johnny sits up to use the bathroom and insists that Bobby stay and "talk to his friends; he doesn’t need a babysitter." Dutch following after him shortly after, and the other guys (Tommy) talking his ear off, preventing him from going after them.

And boy, does Dutch take advantage.

Johnny is already washing his hands when Dutch enters the bathroom, meeting Dutch’s eyes in the mirror when he walks closer, a coy smile on his face. "Hi."

Dutch smirks, stepping up to Johnny’s side and putting a hand on the counter.

"Hey, pretty boy."

Johnny raises a brow. "You need something or?…."

Dutch lets his eyes wander to Johnny’s behind, his hand itching to grab. "You could say that. Has he fucked you yet?"

Johnny’s eyes widen, and his cheeks turn pink. "Excuse me?"

Dutch presses himself up against Johnny’s back, his other hand going to Johnny’s hip. "You heard me. Has he even made you cum yet?"

"I…I can’t talk about that."

Oh. The answer is yes.

"Okay, go Bobby. Didn’t know he had it in him."

Johnny's hands clench into fists. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

There’s that attitude.

"Don’t worry, doll. Nothing against Bobby—that’s my guy—I just know he doesn’t tend to make the first move with that kinda stuff; he likes to make us work for it. And if I’m being honest...." He looks Johnny over in the mirror, "I liked the idea of being the first to ruin you."

Johnny spins around, grabbing Dutch’s shoulders roughly and kneeing him in the crotch. "Don’t fucking touch me." He snaps, leaving with an angry huff.

Okay, he deserved that—maybe even worse, Dutch thinks as he lays on the floor with his hands clutching at crotch.

He walks back out a few minutes later, determined not to have his tail between his legs despite the rejection—even if Bobby raises his brows at him like he’s saying, "You’re a dipshit."

Johnny is practically curled against Bobby, unable to look in Dutch’s direction, but he is looking at Jimmy—seeming very interested in everything he’s saying, and from Dutch’s perspective, he seems more focused on Jimmy’s arms and hands; Dutch can’t blame him.

"So, uh…" Jimmy makes eye contact with Dutch, his brows pinching at the look he’s given. "I, uh…"

Jimmy then makes eye contact with Johnny and gulp. "I have to go."

Tommy pouts, reeking of liquor. "But you said you’d do shots with me," he drawls out.

"You know he has a low social battery, Tommy; just let him leave." Bobby buts in firmly, and Dutch smiles at the way Johnny squirms.

"I’ll walk you to your car!" Tommy slurs, standing up and immediately tipping to the side, falling against Jimmy.

"Woah. "I think I should take you home too, bud."

Tommy says something incoherent in protest, but lets Jimmy pull him towards the door. "Bye, guys! Bye, Johnny!" He yells cheerily, and Jimmy keeps his head down so as not to see the annoyed faces of everyone in the bar. He’ll have a lot to think about when he gets home.

Dutch clears his throat. "So, where are you guys headed after this?"

Johnny looks at Bobby, and Bobby blinks at Dutch. "Probably my house?"

Johnny leans in, whispering something in Bobby’s ear, before pulling away with a small smile when Bobby whispers something back. "We’re gonna go too. Need a ride home?"

Dutch bites the inside of his cheek. "I’d like a ride alright," he murmurs, picturing a lithe blonde in his lap. "No, I’m fine, man. I have my motorcycle."

Bobby’s nostrils flare a little. "I don’t like when you ride that thing after drinking, what if—"

Dutch puts a hand up. "I only had, like, two drinks. I’m not a lightweight."

"But—"

"Just go, Bobby. I want to look for a hook up anyways."

Bobby narrows his eyes, but there’s worry in them. "Hook up as in?…"

Dutch grits his teeth. "Hook up, as in, I’m gonna find someone and fuck their brains out."

He takes great satisfaction in the way Johnny freezes up.

"Real nice language, Dutch." Bobby says blankly. "Just…be safe, okay? I don’t want you back in jail, or worse. We all care about you."

Dutch says nothing, just nods, then rests his chin on his hand and looks around the bar for a decent lay, ignoring the sound of Bobby walking out.

A hand touches his shoulder, and Dutch flinches a little.

It’s Johnny with something clenched in his fist. "I don’t want any issues with Pastor Brown’s friends, okay? Even if they’re a creep like you. So, here—" He drops the crumpled tissue on Dutch’s lap. "Bye."

Johnny doesn’t hesitate to walk away, giving Dutch zero chance to speak.

He cautiously picks the napkin up with his pointer and thumb, wondering if he pissed the boy off enough to drop a dirty tissue in his lap, but he drops the caution the second he straightens it out a little and sees numbers scribbled in clumsy ink.

Oh. Isn’t that a nice little gift?

He takes a sip of his beer, pulling his phone out of his pocket and typing in the digits.

#Og cobras x Johnny #And implied stuff between all of them #tw harrassment #johnny lawrence #safety first #tw implied drug use

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⎡More Than Anything⎦ A Tommy x Susan Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 1276

“Here you go.” Susan said as she slipped off her boyfriends red Cobra Kai jacket and handed it back to him. They had been going out for a little while now. Mainly casual things like going to a movie, or going to Golf n Stuff. Today was the first place that they had actually gone somewhere nice. The two had made their relationship official, right before school got out their junior year. Today marked three months since that had happened, so, they wanted to make it special. Tommy had reserved a table at a nice restaurant, and they had both gotten presents for eachother.

“Thanks.” Tommy said with a smirk, as he grabbed the jacket and slung it over his shoulder. He had just walked her up to her door. But neither of them wanted to leave eachother, not yet at least. “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Susan said after a bit. “Tomorrow? Why tomorrow?” “It’s Ali’s birthday remember? We’re all getting together. And maybe you and me can sneak off and have some… alone time.” She said. Crawling her fingers up from his shoulder to his hair.

The boy couldn’t help the grin that appeared on his face. “Yeah. Sounds good to me.” He said, leaning in and gently placing a kiss on her lips. She smiled, leaning up to kiss him back before they both pulled away. “See you.” Susan said, as she turned and opened the door to her house, waving before she closed it and went inside. Tommy waved back before going and getting on his motorcycle and driving home.

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It wasn’t long before the news that Johnny Lawrence and Ali Mills, the most popular couple at school, had broken up. No one, except the people closest to them, understood why. They had been dating for two years, their relationship seemed perfect. On the outside, at least.

“It’ll get better, man.” Bobby said as he placed a hand on his drunk friends shoulder. Ever since the break up, Johnny had been a mess. He felt like he had tried everything to try and get her attention, and none of it seemed to work.

Dutch laughed. “No it won’t. You had the perfect girl. And you ruined it. It sucks. Get over it.” He said. Johnny stood up and raised his fist, before Tommy and Bobby quickly stepped between the two before anything happened. “Seriously?” Tommy said in an annoyed tone, glaring over at Dutch. The other teenager just shrugged it off.

They all pulled away from eachother, Tommy pulling a few of them to the side to talk to them separately. “I hate to do this to you guys,” Tommy whispered to Jimmy and Bobby, referring to leaving them alone with a very drunk Johnny. “But I told Susan I’d meet up with her today. We’re gonna just spend time together, before we have to go back to school.”

“Sounds like somebody’s got a hot date.” Jimmy said as he lightly elbowed his friend in the side. Tommy rolled his eyes and looked down, hiding the obvious blush on his face. “Yeah. Whatever. I’m just gonna go, ok?”

“Alright.” “Have fun.” Was all he got in response from his two friends, before they turned back to take care of Johnny.

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Tommy knocked on the front door to Susan’s house. To his surprise, Ali answered the door.

“Oh hey, uh, what are you doing here? I was supposed to pick Susan up so we could go out.” Tommy said. Stuttering a little through his words. Ali and Tommy used to be really good friends. Neither would admit it, but both of them also really liked eachother. But then, Johnny had asked her out and the rest was history. The two hadn’t talked much since then, so standing there together was just a little bit awkward.

“Oh yeah. Sorry. We were just hanging out, Y’know? She’s getting ready right now though.” Ali explained. She stared down at her hands, where her fingers were nervously smoothing out her shirt, instead of looking at the boy in front of her.

“Do you want to come inside and wait for her? Ali said, hearing a ‘yes’ from Tommy, they both stepped inside. Tommy closing the door behind him.

Normally, like when they first knew eachother, Tommy would’ve been just as nervous. But ever since he had joined Cobra Kai, the karate dojo that him and his friends trained at, he had become a much different, much more confident person.

He leaned against the door and crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s fine. It gives us some time to talk doesn’t it?” He said. He was being flirty in anyway, he just legitimately wanted to talk to her.

“Yeah. I guess it does. How’s, uh… how’s Johnny doing?” Ali said. She still hadn’t looked up yet. She didn’t understand why, but being around him again made her more nervous then it should have.

Tommy inwardly debated with himself. Should be tell Ali the truth? Then, Johnny’s reputation would be ruined. And so would his, since he was one of Johnny’s best friends. But, if he lies, it’ll make Johnny seem like a jerk. It’ll make it seem like he never truly cared about Ali, because he was just fine after they broke up.

“Johnny? Oh yeah Johnnys alright. Still a little upset about what happened with you, but he kinda deserved it.” Tommy said slowly.

Ali finally looked up, tears were falling down her cheeks. Despite being the one that broke things off, it still really hurt her. Tommy, forgetting any sense of trying to look cool, pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry. I know how he can be sometimes. I get why you did it. It’s okay.” He said

“What do you think your doing?” Came a voice from behind them, that made both of them snap their heads up at the same. It was Susan.

Ali quickly pulled away. It wasn’t like they were doing anything wrong. But it was Tommy’s current girlfriend standing in front of them, who knew that they used to like eachother. “I’m gonna go.” Ali said before slowly walking off.

“That wasn’t anything, Susan, I promise.” He said. His voice sounded hurt. Almost regretful. Why? He didn’t know. He shouldn’t feel guilty about hugging one of his former friends. But he did. “Save it. I don’t wanna hear it. Not if it’s just gonna be excuses.”

“It’s not. Please just let me expl-“ tommy said but was cut off before he even had time to finish.

“You still have feelings for her, don’t you?”

“No! Why would you think that?!”

“Because! That’s how it’s felt all along! I was just her best friend, so you used me to get to her!”

“What?! That’s not true at all! I love you Susan and I’ve tried to show you that! Your the first person I’ve ever truly felt like this with okay?! So don’t go and say that I’ve only been using you this whole time!”

There was a silence in the room. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like it lasted for hours. “You… what?” Susan said quietly. She took a step closer to him as he sighed. “I love you Susan. So much. More then anything.” He said. He stepped towards her, and lightly placed his hands on her shoulders.

“I love you too, Tommy. So much.” She said. Kissing his cheek before leaning her head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her fully, and they stood there for the next little while. Just enjoying each other’s company.

#Tommy karate kid #Tommy #Tommy the karate kid #the karate kid tommy #tommy x susan #Susan karate kid #the karate kid Susan #Rob garrison #Johnny Lawrence #William zabka #the karate kid #karate kid #Ali mills #Dutch karate kid #Bobby brown #Bobby brown karate kid #jimmy karate kid #og cobra kai #og cobras

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