#♡ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅꜰɪᴄꜱ

[cobrawrangler]

Hi!

Maybe where Travis flirts with the reader and John sees and he comes in, with his rifle just to remind Travis not to mess with what's his?

ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴅᴜᴛᴛᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴛʀᴀᴠɪꜱ ꜰʟɪʀᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ!ᴊᴏʜɴ

It was a crisp morning at the Yellowstone ranch, the kind where the air carried just enough chill to remind you winter wasn’t far off. 

You were leaning against the barn, sipping a cup of coffee, watching the crew work. Travis had rolled in a little earlier than expected, bringing along a few of his prized horses to show off to John and Rip.  

John was over by the fence, talking with Rip about the new paddock, when Travis sauntered over to you with his signature cocky grin.  

"Well, well," Travis drawled, tipping his hat. "If it isn’t the prettiest sight in Montana this morning."  

You chuckled lightly, thinking nothing of it. Travis had a way of laying it on thick, and you figured it was harmless. "Morning, Travis. What brings you out here so early?"  

"Business," he replied, stepping a little closer. "But I might've just found a better reason to stick around."  

You rolled your eyes, playfully. "You always this smooth, or just when you're trying to sell a horse?"  

He laughed, clearly enjoying himself. "Depends on the audience. But if I’d known John had someone like you hanging around, I’d have made more visits to this ranch a long time ago."  

What you didn’t realize was that John had been watching the whole interaction from across the yard. His jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed as Travis leaned in a little too close for comfort.  

Rip glanced at him. "Everything all right, boss?"  

"No," John growled, striding off toward the barn. He didn’t stop at the fence, didn’t hesitate to grab his rifle leaning against the post as he passed by.  

By the time you noticed him approaching, Travis was mid-sentence, something about dinner and moonlight rides. John’s boots hit the ground hard, his face set in a way that even Travis couldn’t ignore.  

"Travis," John barked, his voice like thunder, "what the hell do you think you're doing?"  

Travis turned slowly, his hands raised slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Just being friendly, John."  

"Friendly my ass," John snapped, his rifle resting in the crook of his arm. "You’ve got about five seconds to step back and remind yourself whose ranch you’re on."  

You stepped forward, placing a hand on John's arm. "John, it's fine. He was just talking."  

John’s eyes flicked to you, softening for a moment, before locking back on Travis. "Talking? Sure. But he was about to find himself eating dirt if he kept it up."  

Travis chuckled, taking a step back. "Alright, alright. Message received loud and clear. No harm meant."  

John didn’t lower his rifle until Travis was a good ten feet away, retreating toward his truck.  

When he was out of earshot, you turned to John, crossing your arms. "Was that really necessary?"  

John sighed, his shoulders relaxing as he set the rifle down. "Necessary? Probably not. But I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stand there and watch some jackass flirt with my woman."  

You couldn’t help but smile at that. "Jealousy doesn’t suit you, John."  

He stepped closer, his hands sliding around your waist. "Maybe not. But you suit me, and I’m not letting anyone forget it."  

You shook your head, leaning into him. "You’re impossible, you know that?"  

"Yeah," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But I’m your kind of impossible."

You could feel his heart beating steadily against your chest, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down, the ranch, the horses, even Travis's retreating figure fading into the background.

"You're not wrong," you said softly, brushing your fingers through the fabric of his shirt. "But you can't always scare off every guy who looks at me."

John chuckled lowly, his breath warm against your hair. "I can try," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice. "And if it means keeping you safe and out of trouble, I’ll do whatever it takes."

You pulled back slightly to look up at him, meeting his gaze with a playful challenge. "Safe from what, exactly? Travis was harmless."

"Harmless?" John raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "You don't know him like I do."

You sighed, knowing there was no winning this argument. John was protective, and that was part of what made him who he was. But sometimes, his overprotectiveness felt a little suffocating. "I appreciate you looking out for me," you said, your tone softer, "but I can handle myself."

He studied you for a moment, his eyes softening as he placed a hand on your cheek. "I know you can," he admitted. "But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying to protect what’s mine."

You leaned into his touch, the words settling in your chest. What’s mine. It was simple, but it meant everything. And for all his gruffness and stubbornness, John was yours in a way that felt more real than anything else in your life.

Before you could respond, Rip’s voice called out from the other side of the yard. "Sir! You might want to take a look at this."

John let out a low groan, his hands dropping from your waist as he gave you one last lingering glance. "Duty calls."

You smiled up at him, not entirely sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. "Go on, I’ll be fine."

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on you, before he turned toward Rip. "Don’t go anywhere," he called back over his shoulder, his voice gruff but warm.

You watched him walk away, his broad shoulders disappearing behind the barn as he joined Rip. A small part of you couldn’t help but feel a little smug. You knew how much he cared, and that, in itself, was more than enough.

[cobrawrangler]

For John Kreese please and thank you !! (Karate kid 1)

The reader and Johnny have been friends since freshman year and know they're both seniors (18 and 18) and Kreese notices the reader always staring at him while he's training the kids in the dojo?

A New Focus

ᴷʳᵉᵉˢᵉ ˣ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍᵉʳ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ, ʲᵒʰⁿʸ & ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ, ᵗⁱᵐᵉˡⁱⁿᵉ ⁻ ¹⁹⁸⁴, ᵇᵒᵗʰ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ & ᴶᵒʰⁿⁿʸ ᵃʳᵉ ¹⁸, ᴷʳᵉᵉˢᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵃ ʰᵘⁿᶜʰ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ, ⁿᵒ ˢᵐᵘᵗ, ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸ/ⁿ

(Might make a part 2 of this, not sure though)

Johnny Lawrence had known you since freshman year, and in all that time, he’d never pegged you as the type to crush on someone like John Kreese. The thought didn’t even occur to him—until today.

You and Johnny were inseparable, bonded by shared pranks, whispered conversations in detention, and late-night rides on his bike. Now seniors at West Valley High, you both had matured, though Johnny still carried his cocky charm.

The Cobra Kai dojo had become a second home for you both. For Johnny, it was the perfect outlet for his frustrations and energy. For you, it was a space to focus, to watch, and lately… To observe Kreese.

Johnny noticed first during warm-ups. While the rest of the class was focused on their katas, your gaze was unmistakably elsewhere—fixed on Kreese, who was demonstrating a move with his usual sharp precision.

After class, while everyone else filed out, Johnny grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side.

“Alright, spill it,” he said, crossing his arms over his gi.

You frowned, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Spill what?”

Johnny smirked, but there was a flicker of disbelief in his blue eyes. “Don’t play dumb. You were staring at Kreese the whole time.”

Your cheeks turned pink, and you looked away, fiddling with the strap of your gym bag. “No, I wasn’t.”

“Oh, come on,” Johnny scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You like him. Seriously? Kreese?”

The accusation hung in the air, and you shifted uncomfortably. “It’s not like that!” you hissed, lowering your voice to avoid being overheard.

“Then what is it?” Johnny pressed, his tone half-teasing, half-concerned. “Because from where I was standing, it looked like you were undressing him with your eyes.”

“Johnny!” you whisper-yelled, smacking his arm.

He laughed, but the sound quickly faded when he noticed your flustered expression. “Wait, are you serious?”

You sighed, realizing there was no point in lying. “I don’t know, okay? He’s just… I don’t know. Intense. Confident. He knows what he’s doing.”

Johnny’s expression morphed into one of pure incredulity. “He’s also like… ancient. And terrifying. And—did I mention terrifying?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Johnny’s reaction, though it did little to ease your embarrassment. “It’s not like I’m planning on doing anything about it,” you muttered. “It’s just… a stupid crush.”

Johnny studied you for a moment before sighing dramatically. “Well, at least you’re not trying to date Tommy or something. But seriously, Kreese? That guy’s all about ‘no mercy.’ He’s not exactly boyfriend material.”

“I know that!” you said, exasperated.

Johnny shook his head, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re unbelievable.”

Despite the teasing, there was a warmth in his voice that reassured you.

As the two of you walked out of the dojo together, Johnny threw an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your little secret safe—for now. But if you start writing ‘Mrs. Kreese’ in your notebooks, we’re gonna have to have a serious talk.”

The days at Cobra Kai continued as usual, or so it seemed. You tried to be more discreet, aware that Johnny's teasing had planted a seed of paranoia. Still, you couldn’t help yourself. Something about Kreese’s commanding presence drew your attention like a moth to a flame.

Unbeknownst to you, Kreese had started noticing.

At first, he chalked it up to simple admiration. Students often watched him closely, trying to emulate his precision and strength. But with you, it felt… different. Your gaze lingered longer, your attention unwavering even when the rest of the class was focused on their own training.

One evening, after most of the students had left, Kreese approached Johnny, who was idly kicking at the punching bag.

“Lawrence,” Kreese said, his tone sharp but calm.

Johnny turned, surprised. “Yeah, Sensei?”

“Your friend,” Kreese said, nodding in your direction as you packed up your bag in the corner. “She’s been… observant lately.”

Johnny froze, his mind racing. “Uh, yeah, she’s… focused, I guess. Why?”

Kreese’s eyes narrowed slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “She’s got potential, but there’s something else. She seems… distracted.”

Johnny’s face flushed, and he immediately started fumbling for an answer. “Distracted? Nah, she’s just, uh… dedicated. You know how she is.”

Kreese raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Dedicated, huh? Interesting.”

Before Johnny could dig himself a deeper hole, Kreese dismissed him with a curt nod and strode over to you.

You were zipping up your bag when his shadow fell over you. Looking up, you found Kreese’s gaze fixed on you.

“Staying late tonight?” he asked, his voice low and commanding.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Oh, no. I was just about to head out.”

Kreese nodded, his expression unreadable. “You’ve been paying close attention during training. That’s good. Focus is important.”

You swallowed hard, unsure if he was complimenting you or calling you out. “Thank you, Sensei.”

His smirk deepened, as if he could see right through you. “But be careful. Too much focus on the wrong things can be… distracting.”

Your face burned, and you quickly looked away, mumbling something about needing to leave. Kreese stepped aside, allowing you to pass, but you could feel his gaze lingering as you hurried out the door.

Outside, Johnny was waiting for you, leaning casually against his car.

“What the hell was that about?” he asked as you approached, his eyes wide with disbelief.

You shook your head, your mind still racing. “I think… I think he knows.”

Johnny groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Great. Just great. Now I’ve gotta deal with you crushing on Kreese and him knowing about it. This is a nightmare.”

Despite Johnny’s dramatics, you couldn’t help but feel a strange thrill. Kreese had noticed you—and while his words were cryptic, there was something in his tone that made your pulse quicken.

As you climbed into Johnny’s car, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

The days after Kreese’s cryptic comment passed uneventfully, but there was an unspoken tension in the air, especially whenever you caught yourself looking his way during training.

You tried to stay focused on the moves, but your thoughts kept drifting back to him. You’d never openly acknowledged your feelings to anyone, not even Johnny, but something about his sharp eyes, his silent command of the dojo… it was impossible to ignore.

It was one late afternoon after practice when Johnny finally decided to take advantage of the situation.

You were leaning against a wall, drying your face with a towel, when he sidled up beside you, that familiar mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"So," Johnny said, a little too casually, "when we graduate, are you gonna try and get into Kreese’s pants or what?"

You blinked, caught off guard, before your cheeks flushed an embarrassing shade of red. You shot him a glare, but he was already cracking up, the bastard.

"Johnny, what the hell?" you hissed, trying to shove him away.

But Johnny only laughed louder, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “Oh, come on. I saw the way you look at him. He’s got that whole ‘I’ll train you with no mercy’ thing going, and I gotta admit, he’s got you hooked.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I don’t like him, Johnny. You’re being ridiculous.”

Johnny snickered. “Sure, sure. Tell me another one. You know, for someone who swears up and down that she doesn’t have a thing for Kreese, you’ve sure been staring at him a lot.”

You were about to protest again when you heard a low voice from behind you, smooth and calculated.

“Is that so?”

You froze, your heart racing. Slowly, you turned around to find Kreese standing a few feet away, arms crossed and his eyes trained on you, unreadable.

Johnny’s grin faltered for a second as he looked at Kreese, then back at you, clearly understanding the magnitude of the situation. “Uh… Sensei.”

You could feel your throat dry up, your thoughts scrambling for anything coherent to say. But Kreese’s steady gaze held you in place, his silence almost more deafening than any comment he might have made.

Kreese took a step closer, his voice cool but firm. “I overheard your little conversation.” His eyes flickered briefly to Johnny, then back to you. “I’m curious. Do you really think I don’t notice things?”

Your face turned crimson, and you stammered, “I-I—“

Johnny snickered beside you, unable to resist the temptation to tease you further. “Looks like Kreese caught you, huh? Guess he’s onto you now.”

Kreese, however, was much more composed than either of you. His stare never wavered. "You're right to be focused on your training. That’s what’s important here, not personal distractions. But perhaps…" His lips curved into the slightest, almost predatory smile. “Perhaps there’s more to it than just admiration. After all, focus can become obsession, can’t it?”

The air grew thick, heavy with unspoken tension. You could feel Johnny’s teasing die down, replaced by a nervous energy that seemed to come from both of you. It wasn’t just a joke anymore.

Kreese's words lingered in your mind as he turned away, leaving you both to stew in the awkward silence he’d created. His presence alone seemed to command the room, and even after he walked away, you felt like he was still watching you, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

Johnny, ever the bold one, nudged you with his elbow. “Damn, Kreese doesn’t miss a thing, huh?”

You didn’t answer. You were too lost in the implication of Kreese’s words. Could he really have been aware of your feelings all along? Was it just your imagination, or did he actually know what you were feeling?

As the two of you made your way out of the dojo, Johnny gave you glance from the corner of his eye, his expression a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity. “Hey, if you end up getting into Kreese’s pants, just make sure I get the invite to the wedding, alright?”

You shot him an exasperated look, but deep down, you couldn’t help the strange flutter in your chest at the thought. You had no idea where this would go, or if it even could go anywhere. But with Kreese’s watchful eyes always on you, you were about to find out.

Usually, Johnny was your ride home after practice. But today, he’d called earlier in the morning that he wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t make it. You didn’t mind walking, but it was dark now, and the thought of walking alone through the streets so late didn’t sit well with you.

You sighed, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was getting late, and you were still in your gi. You’d have to change and walk quickly to avoid being out too long.

Just as you were about to head toward the locker room to change, you noticed Kreese standing near the edge of the dojo, his silhouette framed by the dim light. He hadn’t left yet, and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of his earlier words from yesterday. The awkwardness was palpable, and you weren’t sure if you should even look in his direction.

But as you started to walk toward the back, you heard his voice, low and smooth, cutting through the silence.

“[Y/N],” Kreese called out.

You froze mid-step. Your heart raced, and you slowly turned to face him, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

He was looking at you with an unreadable expression, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, as if he’d been watching you for a while. “You’re heading out?”

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. Johnny’s not feeling well, so I was just about to walk home.”

Kreese’s eyes narrowed slightly, as though he were evaluating the situation. You tried to avoid his gaze, but it was hard when he was standing so close, his presence commanding the space around you.

“You’re walking home alone? This late?” he asked, his voice low, but there was a hint of concern buried beneath the usual coldness.

You nodded again, trying to play it off. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a short walk.”

Kreese didn’t seem convinced. His gaze flickered toward the door, and then back to you. You could tell he was weighing his options, as if deciding whether or not to say something. After a beat of silence, he spoke again, his voice softer than before.

“I can give you a ride, if you’d like,” he offered, his tone unexpectedly casual.

You blinked, taken aback. Of all the people you expected to offer you a ride, Kreese was at the very bottom of the list. And yet, here he was, standing in front of you, waiting for your response.

It wasn’t just the offer that threw you off—it was the way he said it. There was no mockery, no hidden agenda. Just a simple, genuine offer.

You opened your mouth to decline, but then stopped yourself. It was late, and the thought of walking alone made you uneasy. And, as much as you hated to admit it, you weren’t sure you’d feel safer with anyone else right now.

“Okay,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Thanks.”

Kreese gave you a small nod, his expression neutral as he gestured toward the door. “Let’s get going, then.”

You grabbed your bag, still unsure how to act around him after everything that had happened the day before. The air between you felt charged, thick with unspoken words and the lingering tension from his earlier observations. You walked toward the door, and Kreese followed, his steps quiet but purposeful.

As you stepped into the cool night air, you noticed the sleek black car parked near the curb. Kreese opened the passenger door for you with an almost courteous gesture. You hesitated for a moment before sliding into the seat, the leather feeling oddly cold against your skin.

The drive was quiet at first. Kreese’s car hummed softly as he drove, his hands steady on the wheel. You couldn’t help but feel the weight of the silence pressing in on you. The tension from yesterday’s conversation still hung between you like a thick fog.

After a few moments, Kreese broke the silence, his voice low and calm. “You’re not usually this quiet.”

You blinked, surprised that he’d even noticed. “I guess I’m just tired,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze.

Kreese didn’t respond immediately, but you could feel his eyes flicking toward you in the rearview mirror. “You don’t have to be nervous around me,” he said, his tone almost… reassuring? “I’m not going to bite.”

You swallowed hard, unsure if you were more nervous about the ride or about the strange connection that seemed to be forming between you two. “I’m not nervous,” you said, though the words sounded hollow even to your own ears.

Kreese let out a soft chuckle, his eyes still on the road. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I know what’s going on.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He knew.

You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him, your eyes wide. “What do you mean?”

He glanced at you briefly before returning his focus to the road. “I’ve been around long enough to know when someone’s interested in something—or someone.” His voice was smooth, almost like he was speaking from experience. “You don’t have to hide it.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you turned your gaze to the window, trying to hide the flush creeping up your neck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you muttered, though your voice betrayed you.

Kreese didn’t say anything else for the rest of the drive, but you could feel his eyes occasionally flicking toward you, as though he was waiting for you to say something. You kept your gaze fixed on the passing streetlights, your mind racing.

When the car finally pulled up in front of your house, you were almost relieved. You didn’t know how much more of this strange, charged silence you could handle.

Kreese stopped the car and turned to face you, his expression unreadable. “Here we are.”

You nodded, fumbling for the door handle. As you opened the door, Kreese spoke again, his voice softer than before.

“Take care.”

You glanced back at him, surprised by the unexpected warmth in his words. “Thanks for the ride,” you said quietly, stepping out of the car, closing the door as he rolled down the window from the passenger side, which your thank you only got you a hum from Kreese.

He watched you step up the stairs and toward your front door, making sure you got in okay before driving down the road.

[cobrawrangler]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 Daily 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 , 𝙲𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝙺𝚊𝚒& LouderMilk Happy Readings ❦ You can call me : Rustler

Fic Prompts: OPEN📨

Taking prompts for characters listed below

Introduction -- Main Blog

Characters I write for: (1 being main 4 being least) (Of Cobra kai + Yellowstone) 1: John Dutton 2: John Kreese 3:Daniel LaRusso 4: Rip Wheeler 5: Travis Wheatley

Characters I write for in Loudermilk: 1: Sam Loudermilk 2: Mugsy 3: any other characters In LouderMilk

What I will write: Smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, fem!reader x character, character x character

🎀ꜰɪᴄꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ : #♡ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅꜰɪᴄꜱ

ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡsᴛᴏɴᴇ: John Dutton ╰┈➤ [ That Dutton Touch] ╰┈➤ [A Jealous Man] ╰┈➤ [A Moment With Mr. Dutton] ╰┈➤ [Denim With Kisses] ╰┈➤ [Over His Dead Body] ╰┈➤ [What You Took, What You Left] ☆★☆★☆★☆☆★☆★☆★☆☆★☆★☆★☆ Rip Wheeler None Yet ☆★☆★☆★☆☆★☆★☆★☆☆★☆★☆★☆ Travis Wheatley None Yet

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