#daniel diaz x reader

[enby-jellyfish]

On The Run

Chapter 2 of The Wolves and Their Raven

(PLATONIC) GN!Babysitter!Reader & Daniel Diaz & Sean Diaz (POC friendly)

Pronouns: You/Your, They/Them

Summary: The difficulties of the first few days on the run.

Warnings: Angst, cursing, Sean having a bit of a panic attack.

Word Count: 2419

A/N: My Shayla :(

Previous part

The first night was difficult. After running for a while you found a part in the nearby forest where you could spend the night, far from ideal, but it’s all you could do. Daniel stayed unconscious for a while, waking up for a moment before you usher him back to sleep. It’s best he’s not awake for all this.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do? Our dad is dead, the cops are gonna come after us, we have no one here. I- fuck!” Sean panics, pacing back and forth with his hands on his head. “Okay, hey, listen to me, breathe.” You take his hands, rubbing comforting circles on the teen’s hands. “I know this is a fucked up situation, and none of this is fair, and I’m so sorry you have to go through this.” Sean sniffles, but seems more grounded by your words. “I am not going anywhere, okay? I’m going to make sure you and Daniel end up somewhere safe.” Sean starts to panic again at the mention of his brother’s name. “Oh, fuck, what am I supposed to tell Daniel?”

“The truth. In time.” Sean takes a shaky breath. “I want to be the one to tell him, I have to.” Sean says, shakily wiping his tears. “That’s okay, I’ll leave that to you then.” Sean nods, taking another shaky breath. “Now, what do you want to do? We can’t surrender to the police with everything that’s going on, do you have any family here?” You ask. “I mean, technically we do, but if we go there we’d just be a burden to them, if they don’t rat us out first.” Sean explains. “My dad- he used to talk about taking us to his hometown, Puerto Lobos, back in Mexico. I want to take Daniel there, we’d be safe there. I think.”

“Okay. Mexico. We’ll go there then.” It’ll be difficult, that’s for sure, but it seems to be the only option. “You should try getting some rest, we have a long way’s ahead.” Sean nods, taking a seat next to his sleeping brother. You don’t get much rest that night, your dreams replaying today’s events.

When the sun rises and you all wake up, Daniel doesn’t seem to remember what happened. Sean makes the decision to convince his brother that you are on a camping trip and that their father was too busy to take them. You can understand where he’s coming from; how are you supposed to tell your nine-year-old little brother that your father has died? That you seriously hurt your neighbor, if not killed him? That there was an… explosion? That a cop is probably dead and your neighborhood is destroyed? That you can’t go back home because you will be separated and probably go to jail?

It is going to be a difficult conversation, but one that has to happen.

The first day of walking you and Sean put your cash together and buy the three of you a warm meal at a diner by the side of the road. That night you sleep under a bridge. It’s wet and cold and just all kinds of uncomfortable, it’s no wonder Daniel has lost his excitement and started complaining.

“And my back hurts from sleeping under that stupid bridge.” Daniel complains. “Yeah, so does mine! I was there too. Just… knock it off! Hate it when you act like this.” Sean snaps. “Look, Daniel, this is just what camping in the woods is like.” You try and comfort him, keeping up the façade. “It’s like an adventure. Like a real adventure! Right? So, come on!” You give him a small push in the back to usher him to keep walking. “Yeah, they’re right. Let’s hit the trail! Seriously…” Sean tries to pull his brother along but Daniel pulls away and stubbornly sits on the ground, arms wrapped around his legs. “Where is dad?”

You shoot Sean a look. You had warned him this would happen. Sean ignores you, trying to coax his brother to keep moving. “Why isn’t dad with us, Sean? Doesn’t he want to go camping too?” Daniel sounds like he’s on the verge of tears. “Yes, but I told you that... He can't. I told you, okay?” Sean is nearing his breaking point. “Okay... But I'm so sick of walking! I just wish I was back in my room.” Daniel confesses.

“I know, I know. Hey, at least you don't have to go to school on Monday. Right?” You try and comfort him, kneeling down and rubbing his back. “Yeah...” Daniel sniffles. “Look! Everybody's going to be so stoked when they find out how far you walked!” Sean adds, causing Daniel to perk up. “Really? Really? I bet Dad would be too! Do you think we've walked like, maybe a hundred miles?”

“Probably two hundred! Feels like it...” You add. “Oooo... Awesome possum!” Sean helps his brother up and you continue walking down the roadside. “But next time dad better get me a good pair of shoes! Like yours!” The brothers continue goofing around as they walk, their fight forgotten. “Hey, you know what? Let's see if you can walk the whole way without complaining once, huh?”

“Uh, like you don't whine too?” You say, causing Daniel to break out in giggles. “I don't whine! I- Oh, you think that’s funny, do you? I’ll tag your ass and run! You're it!” Sean tags Daniel and steps forward, waiting for his brother to chase him. “No way! Not fair!” Daniel yells before chasing after his brother like a zombie. You laugh at their antics.

You continue your journey until you eventually reach a sign that reads ‘Trout Spring Trail – Nisqually River viewpoint’. You could probably camp out there, it looks secluded enough. You and Sean agree, but Daniel is wary. “It's creepy! There's nobody out here... We didn't even see any cars!”

“We're gonna camp here. I'll look out for you.” Sean tries to comfort his brother. It seems to work, for now at least, as Daniel curiously checks out an abandoned car. Sean follows him closely behind. “What did you find?” You ask, joining them. “Check it out! There's a chunky Chock-O-Crisp bar! On the dashboard!” Daniel says excitedly. “Yeah I see it!” His brother says. Daniel tries to convince you and Sean to take it, but you refuse. “Can we please, please, please, get one when we next stop next? Please?” Daniel begs, putting his hands together in a praying gesture. Sean promises, causing Daniel to cheer as you direct them to continue walking, which they do while joking around. You keep walking again until Daniel sots roadkill on the side of the road and walks up to it. “Guys, look. Gross... Roadkill...” You pull him back a bit. “Come on, Daniel. Don't look at it.”

“It's not fair.” Daniel says sadly. “No. No it's not, Daniel.” Sean agrees. You coax them to keep moving again until you reach the start of the trail. Sean walks up to a self-service pay station sign with a coin box attached to it. He fumbles with the box for a bit before muttering ‘fuck it.’ and picking up a rock. “Hey, no, don’t do that!” You scold him quietly, taking the rock from his hand. “It’s a box in the middle of nowhere. Nobody cares!” He argues in a hushed tone. “And you think the cops won’t be looking here? That box is probably empty, don’t create unnecessary evidence.” You whisper back.

Sean relents, rolling his eyes and moving back to his brother. They talk for a bit and Sean explains what a ‘trail blaze’ is until you come across a public restroom. Sean makes his brother use it, which he does, complaining all the while.

Daniel is still hesitant about the forest, but is comforted by Minecraft references. As you continue travelling down the path, you and Sean teach Daniel about trail markers and participate in various activities with him to distract him from his fear. You look over the park, discuss various wildlife and posters, eat surprisingly delicious berries, and play hide-and-seek. You even find a raccoon, much to Daniel’s excitement, though he is saddened by the idea of it having known the one by the side of the road.

You continue down the road until you reach a landslide with no way to pass. Luckily, the brothers find another path leading to the river. After helping Daniel over a log and down a high ledge you reach the riverside. You decide to make camp under a large rock formation that juts out, offering shelter. Daniel is hesitant to stay in there, finding it spooky. “Come on, Daniel. Look, this can be our secret base!” You try to comfort him. “Hmmmmmm.” He takes your words into consideration. “We could fight off any Skeletons or Creepers with some good traps!”

“Cool! In that case, we definitely need to get a fire going first. Right?” Sean adds. Daniel agrees excitedly and you get to work. You get a fire-pit ready and put down Sean’s blankets for the night as the brothers busy themselves by protecting the ‘base’. Sean keeps Daniel occupied, distracting him from his fears by play-fighting against a tree, fishing, and teaching him to skip stones.

It almost seems like a normal camping trip like this.

“Sean! Can I borrow your lighter for the fire?” You call to him. He gets up from the rock he was sketching in his notebook on and walks toward you. As he’s about to hand you the lighter Daniel calls out to you from the rock above you. “Check this out, guys! Whoa! Nice view, you can see so far...” Daniel sits on the rock ledge, legs dangling over the edge. “Wait, we’re coming!” Sean calls out to him. You follow him up the ledge and sit on the other side of Daniel.

It is a nice view. The calmly flowing river, the wind blowing through the leaves, the setting sun, painting the whole scene a beautiful golden orange. “It’s so calm.” You muse. “It's... beautiful!” Daniel adds. “Pretty amazing, huh? See? It's not so bad here in the forest.” Sean says, leaning back to stare at the clouds. You and Daniel follow his lead. “Hey. Look at those clouds. What do they look like to you?” You ask. “I don't know... Cotton candy?” Daniel tries. “That's it? Cotton candy” Sean says incredulously. “I dunno... What do you see?” Daniel asks. “A dragon!” His brother answers. “What? Where?” Sean explains and the brothers continue their cloud gazing for a while. It’s nice to see them getting along.

The sun continues setting and it’s getting dark, you should head down. “C’mon. Let’s go eat something.” You say, helping Daniel up before walking back down together. Sean and Daniel imitate cave people as you ready the fire. “Can I help?” Daniel asks. “Sure, just gently blow here.” You point where you want him and he goes for it, giving a large puff that blows smolder everywhere. “Dude, don't blow it out!” Sean scolds him. “Sorry, sorry. I wanted to do it like a movie.” He gives a softer puff and the flames start to rise, creating a nice fire.

You all get comfortable and eat the snacks Sean had in his backpack. It’s far from filling, but it’s something. Sean and Daniel agree with your sentiment, reminiscing about the cheeseburger and milkshake from yesterday. It then gets quiet, Daniel having an upset look on his face. “You okay, buddy?” Sean checks on his brother. “Yeah... Feels good to sit down.” He reassures his brother. “Sean? Are you mad at me for what happened with Brett? I don't remember everything...”

You and Sean share a look. “No, it’s not your fault, Daniel.” You rub comforting circles on his back. “Yeah, shit happens. Brett deserved it.” Sean confirms. “Why can't I remember? That's weird...” Daniel says. Now would be a good time to tell him, but Sean decides against it. “Uh... Don't worry, dude. You were running around all day. You tired out. It happens.”

Daniel seems to accept this answer. He suddenly points up in the sky. “Look! A full moon! Ooowoooooo!” He howls. “Uh, it's not quite full yet, wolfboy.” Sean corrects. “Do you think there are werewolves for real?” Daniel asks worriedly. “Dude, we are the wolves. Oowoooo! See?” Daniel smiles at his brother’s reply before howling with him, their voices filling the night as you laugh, the boys joining you.

After catching his breath, Sean checks his phone, catching Daniel’s attention. “I'm bored. Sean... Can I play Mustard Party on your phone? Please?” Sean agrees, letting his brother play until the battery dies. “What? Nooo! I was so gonna beat your score!” Daniel whines. “You wish.” Sean counters. “Stupid phone.” Daniel mutters.

“I think this is a sign for us to get to bed.” You say, yawning as you get up. “Yeah, ready to crash, enano?” Sean asks, stretching his arms. “I've been ready all day. My feet hurt...” Daniel says, allowing you to tuck him into the blanket.

You quickly fall asleep after that, the three of you huddled close on the blankets. You are all absolutely wrecked from the past two days, exhaustion finally properly catching up to you. You are unfortunately woken up a few hours later by Daniel groaning in his sleep, clearly having a nightmare. The flickering fire illuminates his scared face as he calls for his dad. You rub your eyes and try and shake the scared boy awake, his brother joining you. “Daniel? Hey bro, wake up!” He does, calling your name. “Sean? What happened... Where's Dad? “It's okay! You just had a bad dream. That's all.” Sean answers. “Where- Where are we?” Daniel asks, still confused. “We’re in the park. Remember our amazing fire?” You place another log on the quickly dimming fire and give it a puff.

“Mmmm, yeah... Are we okay?” Daniel asks, coming to his senses. “Uh, you fortified our base, so we're perfect!” Sean says. “Hmm... I did... You're right...” Daniel tiredly agrees. “Let’s go back to sleep, huh buddy? You need your rest.” You say brushing your hand through the boy’s hair. “But I might have another scary dream...” Daniel worries. “You won't. We’re here. Just- Just close your eyes.” Sean reassures his brother. “Thanks... I'm glad you guys are here...” Daniel replies, laying back down. You and Sean wish him goodnight, before falling back asleep yourselves.

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[erismerald]

Can you do a daniel diaz x reader like there a gangster wattpad couple and smut if your comfortable with it

Hii sweetie!! Of course i am, i like the idea and Daniel is one of my fav Lis characters!! So let's discuss more details in the dm's!!! And thank you for your request ^^

[moonxnite]

I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.

[redroses07]

if miguel introduced johnny to snap

[extinctlesspains]

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

𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦: 𝐴𝑥𝑒𝑙 𝐾𝑜𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑐

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐴𝑥𝑒𝑙 𝐾𝑜𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑐 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚! 𝑀𝑖𝑦𝑎𝑔𝑖-𝐷𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

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

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔

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

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

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

.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭・.・゜゜・

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

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

That's when it happened...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[happy74827]

Real Life Fairytale

[Robby Keene x Female!Reader]

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

WC: 712

Category: Fluff, First Kiss

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

『••✎••』

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

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

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

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

The Halloween Bash, of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shrugged and leaned closer, his eyes searching yours.

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

He grinned. "Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bluepallets]

Smut under the cut, no specific character, MxF reader, oral(F), fingering(F), slight overstimulation

Enjoy :)

His strong hands grip her plush hips, groaning into her heat as he dragged out her third orgasm that night. Tongue flicking against her sensitive clit. She pulls at his hair, trying to find purchase.

Gasps and whimpers coming from her mouth when he stuffs his ring finger into her, right down to the knuckle. Still, his eyes never leave hers.

Her eyes water and her legs shake. His free hand moves down to keep them spread apart. Another finger is added to her slick wet. He knows she’s close by the way she twitches, the way she pushes him deeper into her, her babbling on about how good he treats her.

When she cums around his fingers, and makes a mess of his face he laps it all up. She whines when his fingers are pulled out of her, licking them clean before placing a sweet kiss against her overstimulated cunt. His hands rub up against her thighs soothingly.

Moving up, he presses a small kiss to her cheek. Muttering to her about how good she did, how well she took him, how sweet and beautiful she was. Rambling about how cute she was when she got like this, all whiney and needy for him.

[nastyc2nt]

The new part of cobra Kai makes me so horny.

[augustinapril]

Y/n: Hey, you wanna know a secret?

Daniel: No.

Y/n: Okay.

Daniel:

Daniel: Do you smell smoke?

Y/n: The secret is that the dojo is on fire.

[lancestrollsgf]

# STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THOSE EYES ! YANDERE! AXEL KOVACEVIC X READER, WRITTEN

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# WARNINGS: not a good interpretation of a yandere (not intense), lowercase intended, female! reader, use of y/n, spelling/grammar errors, possible OOC axel and gullible reader, established relationship, messy writing, and maybe bad descriptions. good ending!! + a cute extra scene at the end

# SUMMARY: you decided to follow your boyfriend to the torment he was participating in. due to not making many friends in highschool in croatia, being in a new environment and country could be a possibility to make new friends, but by the way axel is acting, he doesn’t seem to like that.

# AUTHOR’S NOTE: i did have to watch season 6 again to really get a good intro on axel again, i also did some research/watch interviews, hoping it is right. in this axel is 16 years old and is from croatia, balkans. meaning that axel is going to school in croatia and went to hong kong for training with sensei wolf. i know that it wasn't shown but pretend that axel and reader actually had time and would at least in someway interact with the other characters (more like just miyagi do). i apologize for this being on the short side, i’m still trying to get the hang of writing again. word count: 1100. here is the link of the song the title is named after!

# REQUESTED: YES

axel has been your boyfriend for a while now, and you've always been by his side—more voluntarily than anything, considering how hard it was for you to make friends in your high school back in croatia. it wasn’t that you were unlikable, just that people didn’t seem to care enough to get close. axel was different, though. from the moment he noticed you, it was like you were the only person in his world.

when he told you he was leaving for the tournament, you didn’t hesitate to follow. a new environment, a new country—it sounded like an opportunity, a fresh start. maybe this time, things would be different. maybe you could finally belong somewhere. but axel… he didn’t seem to like that idea.

it started small. a hand on your lower back when you tried to talk to someone new. standing just a little too close when another competitor greeted you. answering for you when someone would ask a question. his grip would tighten, his voice always calm but firm, a quiet reminder.

stay close to me.

you brushed it off at first. axel had always been protective. he said it was because he knew what people were really like— how they used and discarded others when it suited them. you didn't want to believe that.

but then came the glares. the cold, sharp eyes watching every interaction you had. the way his jaw clenched whenever someone so much as smiled at you. the way his mood soured whenever you laughed at someone else's joke.

then the words.

"we're leaving soon, don't get to close"

"they're pretending to be nice, they're trying to get to me"

"i'm the only one who understands you"

at first, you tried to ignore it. axel had always been intense— possessive, even —but he had his reasons. he didn't trust easily, and he never let his guard down. but now, that wasn't just directed at his opponents in the tournament. it was now aimed at anyone who got too close to you.

it started off small. a hand on your wrist when you lingered too long in a conversation. a sharp look when miguel or hawk cracked a joke that made you laugh. the way he always seemed to position himself between you and someone else. like an unspoken barrier.

at first, the others found it ammusing.

"man, your boyfriend's intense," hawk had said nudging miguel after axel all but dragged you away from a conversation. "you sure he let's you breathe?" miguel had given you a sympathetic glance, but he didn't push. sam, on the other hand, did.

"you know that you can talk to whoever you want, right?" she asked one afternoon when axel had stepped away for a minute, due to his sensei wanting to have a conversation with him.

"i know," you had said, but the words felt hollow. because deep down, you knew it wasn't about permission. it was about him. about the way axel saw the world— how he believed people couldn't be trusted. and more than anything, it was about his fear of losing you.

but it couldn't go on like this.

that night, after most of the competitors had gone back to their rooms, you found him outside, leaning against the railing of the balcony of your shared rooms. the bright active city lights reflected in his eyes, but his expression was unreadable.

"you're mad," he said before you could even open your mouth. "i'm frustrated," you corrected, stepping closer. "axel... you have to stop this. i want to be here with you, but i can't do that if you keep pushing everyone else away." his grip tightened on the railing. "i'm not pushing them away. i'm protecting you."

"from what?" you asked, starting to get irritated. "from people being nice to me? from me finally being able to have the chance to make friends?"

he turned to face you then, his gaze sharp but conflicted. "people lie. they act friendly, they pretend to care— but in the end, they always let you down." his voice was steady, but there was something beneath it. something raw. "not everyone," you said softly, reaching for his hand. "not me."

for a moment, he didn't move. then, slowly, his fingers curled around yours, his grip firm, but not forceful. "i don't want to lose you," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "you won't," you promised. "but you have to trust me the way I trust you."

axel exhaled sharply, looking away. you could tell it wasn't easy for him, to let go of control. but after a moment, he nodded. "...alright," he muttered. "but if they give me a reason to not trust them—"

"i know," you interrupted, a small smile tugging at your lips. "you'll be watching." a smirk ghosted across his face, and for the first time in a while. his presence didn't feel suffocating. it felt grounding.

— extra scene funny and cute!! (y/n and axel are sitting with miyagi do in this scenario and they have a good relationship with them in this scene.)

the shift in axel hadn't gone noticed. while he still had his moments—hovering nearby whenever someone got a little too friendly—he wasn’t shutting you off from the rest of the world anymore.

during a lunch with all the teams in the tournament, miguel nudged hawk and nodded toward the two of you. “dude, i think your little intervention worked.” hawk smirked, taking a bite of his food. “told you. y/n just had to remind him that she’s her own person, and won’t go anywhere.” hawk replied quietly.

demetri, who had been wary of axel ever since the tense standoff, finally realized enough to sit at the same table again. “so, we’re actually allowed to talk to you now?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

axel shot him a look, but there’s no hostility behind it. “don’t push it.” tory leaned back in her chair, smirking. “hey, progress is progress.”

even sam, who has been quietly observing, gave a small nod of approval. “it’s nice to see you with us instead of watching from a distance.”

you squeezed axel’s hand under the table, and for once, he didn’t flinch away from the attention. instead, he met your gaze, a silent understanding passing between you.

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the end!!! 😄😄 if anyone from the better norris series is reading this, part three is coming soon! just trying to get through the axel requests, which i am open to more requests, before posting the third part. ( i am working on part four rn )

[worldsaparted]

hi!! your writing is so so good i read all your fics ^_^ !! could you write something for maybe a jealous make out session with johnny lawrence omg 🙈🙈 like reader was just talking with daniel normally and johnny sees and gets all jealous and possessive AHHSJFJDJ im going crazy for this man

1. i love this request, and 2. thank u so much for ur support, i appreciate it :) <3

Lab Partner - Johnny Lawrence

As Y/n walked out of the indoor hallways, she glanced to Daniel Larusso as he held the door open for her - shooting a friendly smile. “What do you say about tomorrow, study hall?” He asked, his voice soft - and a bit scratchy. He awaited an answer from the girl who walked beside him as they exited school.

“That sounds good.” She responded, nodding and sending a small wave to him as he handed her the paper work from today’s class.

“Bye, Y/n.” His voice was soft and she returned a small bye, under her breath before her view shifted from Daniel - to Johnny, a small glare across his face as he watched Daniel Larusso make his way off campus.

He was leaning against his own car, and seeing as it was extremely cold as Christmas neared, his car roof was on.

Johnny Lawrence kept his view on Daniel Larusso as his girlfriend walked over, making her way to him and his car.

She met him, her hand tapping his chest to gain his attention and he glanced down at her after she placed a casual kiss against his jawline as a way of greeting him. “Hey - ” He gestured to the tan boy. “What the hell was that?” He watched as Y/n sighed, getting into his car and he did the same now, his gaze set on her.

“What?” She asked, her voice soft as the many cars of students leaving the school passed by, slowly but surely emptying out the parking lot.

Getting into the car, Johnny Lawrence sighed as he started it up - watching his girlfriend set her backpack in the back as he began driving out as well. He was clearly annoyed, and she could tell - the way he drove, the way he didn’t shut up about the subject. “I told you, he’s my lab partner.” Y/n justified, watching Johnny scoff.

“I’ve got a lab partner too, you don’t see me talking to her like that.” He sassed, parking his car in front of the small diner he sometimes took her too after school that was just around the corner.

“Well, he’s a good lab partner, Johnny. Knows how to do a lot.” Of course she was playfully egging him on, but with his temper - Johnny rolled his eyes - turning the ignition of his car off, holding his keys in his hand as he glanced over to Y/n - a small smile across her face.

“You’ve got to be joking.” He spoke, his voice low and Y/n shrugged, watching as he squinted his eyes - “Y/n.” He started, “I’ll take you home right now.” He threatened, and he carefully watched her before her soft smile widened.

She attempted to place an innocent, gentle kiss upon his lips to assure him she was kidding, though at the feeling of her lips meeting his , Johnny immediately closed the space between them.

He undid her seatbelt for her, his lips against hers slowly turning the kiss from slow and careful to rough and needy kisses.

His right hand was gripping her neck, and his left on her cheek as he held her firmly, placing continuous kisses against her lips - clearly in need of this.

His kisses were usually passionate, but when they were this aggressive it told all. Johnny was angry, but at the same time - he loved reminding her.

“What’d I tell you about Larusso?” He spoke against her lips, and as she attempted to pull away and respond, Johnny shook his head. “Shut up.” He mumbled, immediately placing his lips against hers again. This time, their parted lips met in a desperate, sloppy manner. Johnny gave himself an entrance to her mouth as he slipped his tongue in, perfectly exploring his girlfriend’s mouth.

Slowly, his hand reached into the inside of Y/n’a shirt, caressing her back and earning soft sighs in content as she nodded into the kiss. Now, Johnny was feeling a lot better. He smiled into the kiss, his eyes fluttering open as he spoke up, pulling away just an inch, leaning over her now. “Does he know how to do that?” He asked, his tone confident and almost playful - but Y/n knew he meant that question with everything in him.

This time, he waited for an answer, his eyebrow quirking a bit as he panted a little, hovering her. “Huh?” He searched her eyes, and Y/n’s lips curved into a small smile.

She took her hand to run it through his blonde, soft hair, and without any words - she answered by shaking her head. At this, Johnny Lawrence bit his lip, nodding and quickly removing his Cobra Jacket, throwing it to the back seat. He quickly leaned in once again, now moving forward and leaning her seat back to gain more comfort. His lips clashed against hers as if he was hungry, and he bit her bottom lip in the midst of their kiss, groaning a little in pleasure at the feeling of her hands roaming his chest, and ending up around his neck.

“I’ll do all your lab work.” He murmured against her lips again, his hands traveling up to her cup her face. He grabbed her, and held her in place as he continued to kiss her roughly, earning smiles against the kiss from Y/n. “You’ll never have to talk to him again, I promise you.” Those were the last words before Johnny continued to focus on kissing her, his thumbs rubbing against her jawline.

The sloppy kisses continued, Y/n allowed herself to pull him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck and she nodded against the kiss, her top lip in between both of his as he lightly sucked on it. His lips slowly left her swollen ones to run against her jawline, and his hands moved to rest inside her shirt, around her waist.

He lightly sucked at her skin as he moved down to her neck, and then to her chest. He earned small murmurs of pleasure from Y/n, and at that - he was completely fine. Could Daniel Larusso make her feel like this? Johnny Lawrence bit his lip before he took one hand out of her shirt, nodding and running it through her hair. “Yeah, that’s it.” He whispered, his lips against her ear before he placed soft, wet kisses against it, traveling down and back to her neck, then her lips.

Johnny Lawrence was in his own seventh heaven. Growing more and more pleased with each kiss. Thankfully, these windows were tinted. He took it to himself to remove Y/n’s jacket and he let out a low groan at the feeling of Y/n biting his lip, slowly tugging on it before pulling away and allowing him to remove her long sleeve as well. Johnny’s kisses were now on the skin above her bra - he knew she was allowing him to get this far in public because he had recently tinted his car windows and because of their circumstances today.

To make him feel better, to let him know that she truly was only his.

So of course, at the sight of her like this - he melted. Not just because she was beautiful but because he loved the ways she assured him that she was his. She took his chin, pulling him up to kiss his lips once again.

Johnny wasn’t sure he ever wanted to leave this car, his pants grew tighter and he found himself fiddling with her bra - which was sadly where she stopped him. He leaned up, his hand rubbing her thigh as his eyes searched hers and she softly kissed him once more, her hands in his hair that had grown from combed to messy, and disheveled. “Let’s go home.” She spoke, and immediately Johnny nodded, placing a few more hunger induced kisses against her lips before sitting back in his seat, watching her throw her shirt back on.

If only he was her lab partner.

[enby-jellyfish]

The Worst Day of Your Lives

Chapter 1 of The Wolves and Their Raven

(PLATONIC) GN!Babysitter!Reader & Daniel Diaz & Sean Diaz (POC friendly)

Pronouns: You/Your

Summary: From debating over Chock-O-Crisps to the worst day of your lives.

Warnings: Nothing (I think) that isn't in the game...

Word Count: 1445

A/N: Got inspired by replaying the game with my sister :)

It is Friday afternoon, and you are making your way through the chilly streets of late-October Seattle, orange leaves making a satisfying crunching sound when crushed beneath your foot.

You are on your way to the Diaz household; you’ve been the younger brother’s babysitter for a little over a year now. The boys’ father had fixed up your old car when you broke down near their house. Unable to pay him in full with your meagre college budget, he made you a deal; you babysit his youngest on weekdays and he takes the money you owe him out of your monthly pay.

A fair deal in your opinion, as you thoroughly enjoy the job. Though you don’t make much from it, it’s a fun way to make money next to your college work.

After ringing the doorbell you are greeted by Sean, the older brother, who is smugly chewing on something. As you step through the threshold of the Diaz’ home you are immediately bombarded by the younger brother, Daniel. “You’re here! Tell Sean, it’s not fair!” God, if only you had the energy of a nine-year-old. “What’s not fair bud?” you ask, putting your bag on the living room chair.

Daniel points an accusing finger at his smug brother. “He took the last Chock-O-Crisp!” Sean puts his hands up defensively. “Hey, I was appointed judge and made an executive decision.”

“Mhm, it seems the judge has spoken. Sorry bud.” You put a hand on Daniel’s shoulder as he crosses his arms, scowling at his brother, who sticks his tongue out and starts rummaging through the kitchen.

You bend down to Daniel’s level. “Hey, you wanted to finish up your Halloween costume today, right? Why don’t you get everything ready, and I go let your dad know I’m here?” The young boy immediately brightens up and runs for his room, yelling a quick ‘Okay!’ while he does.

You smile at his enthusiasm and head for the garage. “Hey, Mr. Diaz, how are you?” The man in question calls your name from underneath a disassembled car. “I thought I heard you come in! How are you?” You lean against a workbench as you make conversation. “I’m fine, I just came down to let you know I’m here and to ask if you need me to do anything in particular today, aside from helping Daniel finish up his costume.”

Mr. Diaz sighs thoughtfully. “I mean, if you could get started on dinner around 6, you would be my favorite.” You laugh at his teasing tone. “Don’t let Sean or Daniel hear you say that.” You move back into the storage room to find Sean rummaging around the shelves.

“Looking for something?” Sean startles slightly, not having noticed you. “Don’t- scare me like that.” He stuffs a blanket in his bag. “What’s that for?” You ask. “The Halloween party tonight, I was just gonna ask dad for some money but other than that I’m all set. Do you have any Halloween plans?” You make an indecisive noise. “Eh, if you count sitting on the couch and watching some horror movies with candy I bought on sale, then yes.” Sean laughs. “I’ve heard worse plans. You should check on Daniel, last I saw he was playing with scissors.” You agree and leave the teen to talk to his dad as you head for Daniel’s room.

You help Daniel with the finishing touches on his costume, cutting some holes in an old flannel and, of course, the showstopper: fake blood.

“Can I show Sean our blood?” You twist the cap on the water bottle containing the fake blood with red-stained fingers. “Sure, but I think he’s on a skype call.” You hand him the bottle. “With Lyla?” He doesn’t even wait for your answer before he rushes off. You chuckle to yourself and get to cleaning up, hoping the dye hasn’t stained anything.

Daniel comes back a few minutes after he left. “Sean kicked me out. Are you almost done yet?” You keep scrubbing a particularly tough stain. “Almost. Why don’t you go outside, I’ll be there soon.” The young boy agrees with a ‘Kay.’ and heads outside.

As you’re drying your hands you suddenly hear Daniel’s distressed voice outside. You rush outside, noticing Sean is close behind you, and find Daniel, with a scared look on his face, and their neighbor, Brett, with red stains from the fake blood on his shirt. He’s a bigot with a big mouth and has gotten into altercations with the Diaz family before.

“Look at my shirt, asshole!” Brett has a tight grip on Daniel’s arm. “What's the big deal? It's Halloween!” Sean runs past you and shoves Brett away from his brother. “Hey! Don't ever touch my brother!” You motion for Daniel to come to you and he does, clinging to your arm. The two boys continue fighting. You try and de-escalate the situation to the best of your abilities but Brett keeps hurling insults and even slurs at the two boys.

Then it starts getting physical. Brett shoves Sean. Sean shoves back. You yell at them both to stop. Brett tells Sean to go back to his own country. Sean punshes him, getting a worried reaction from Daniel. Sean yells for you to get inside before getting tackled.

The fight escalates further until Sean shoves Brett back, causing him to hit his head on a rock in the ground in the process.

The deafening silence that follows is interrupted by a short siren.

“What... What's going on?” Daniel’s small voice asks. “Oh fuck me... Daniel, get over here!” You make sure to stay close as he does. “Sean... is he hurt?” Daniel’s trembling voice asks as a police officer arrives.

“Okay... Okay, step away! Now!” His panicked voice gives you an eery feeling. Pushing Daniel behind you, his hands squeezing your arm, you take a step forward and try and keep your voice clear and steady as you try to explain the situation. You can hear Brett’s laboured breathing in the background. “Officer. Sir. It was an accident- a petty fight that got out of hand. Please just-”

“Shut up! And step back!” The officer interrupts you. You do as he says, the boys behind you, as the officer draws his gun. “On the ground, NOW!” You and the boys try to further explain the situation but this just seems to make the officer more anxious, yelling for you to get on the ground again with hands behind your head. You comply, your hands shaking as you listen to the boys panicing and watch the officer take Brett’s pulse.

Then Mr. Diaz enters the scene. He tries to run toward his sons and you but the officer points his gun at him. “What's happening here?” You can feel his worry through his tone. “Get on the ground, sir!” You watch as the Sean tries to defend himself to his father, who tells him to be quiet before directing his attention back to the officer. The officer yells at Sean to be quiet, hands holding his gun are shaking. Sean and Daniel are crying now, saying how they are sorry and want to go home. You try and comfort them as best as you can without drawing the attention of the clearly unstable officer as Mr. Diaz pleads with him.

With one last yell to get on the ground the officer’s gun fires, the bullet hitting Mr. Diaz in the chest as he falls back.

You can’t breathe.

Daniel lets out a scream that shatters your heart and a shockwave sends you flying.

You hit the ground and everything fades to black.

You regain consciousness to the destroyed neighborhood, wood from the fence strewn across the sidewalk along with other sorts of debris and litter, the utility pole is broken, you can spot a leaking fire hydrant, and the police officer’s car is on fire.

You look around in shock and see Sean kneeling beside his father.

Dead.

Mr. Diaz is Dead.

You have to go.

You rush your aching body to Sean as sirens sound in the background. “Sean, hey, listen to me. I am so so sorry, but we have to go.” The teen shakily nods and wipes his tears. “Daniel! Hey! Come on!” The boy groans but doesn’t open his eyes when his brother turns him over and slaps his cheeks. “Okay, Sean, I’ll take him. Get our bags, let’s go.” Thank fuck for that party. “Yeah, yeah.” Sean breathes and rushes inside as you lift Daniel, careful of any potential injuries.

The three of you manage to get away from the scene right before two police cars arrive.

Next part

Masterlist

Thank you for reading <3

[hauntedfictionland]

WILLIAM ZABKA AS (‘young’) JOHNNY LAWRENCE THE KARATE KID (1984)

[seandiazworms]

sean diaz headcanons pt 3.5

super short! some old stuff i wrote

- ngl best listener ever. u guys will be in his bathroom talking shit and hell try to tie ur hair for u. he’ll look at ur face through the mirror bc hes so immersed in what ur saying and ur facial expressions. u shoot a quick “are u done” and he looks back to the lopsided ponytail he made 😭. he’ll mutter “sorry…” like he tripped u on purpose or something.

- daniel will BEG for u guys to watch some kid tv show with him. u both agree (sean only does so for points from u) and not even ten minutes in sean will fall asleep on u. daniel keeps shaking him awake saying “did u see that? did u see that?” at literally any scene. sean absolutely hates it and just shoves his face further into your chest/collarbone. he’s probably grumbling incoherent profanities too

- ull be there for all of sean’s track meets. in-between the races and events, sean will sit next to u all sweaty. he asks if he did good out there every single time because he’s self-conscious! u always reassure him though.

- alsooo u get to see him as a total mess. chest heaving, sweat dribbling down his face, cheeks pricked with red, the whole package. when he catches u staring, his face somehow gets a little more red. he grumbles “stoppp” all girly but he loves it LMAO.

- sean is a wingstop fein and he will take u on dates there. u guys got saucy hands and look like babies covered in peanut butter 😭 he tells u how stupid u look and u two go back and forth—looking equally stupid.

- sean tries to build u lego flowers as a gift and will be stressed tf out. he’ll be hunched on the floor at like 2 am and every time daniel or esteban checks on him he starts incoherently groaning 😭

- when u do makeup in front of him u ask him what products are for what for shits and giggles. u’ll show him a lipstick and he’ll be like “…vibrator?” and after like 50 products he finally gives normal responses.

- “fuck… the saw trap thing u put on ur eyeballs???”

- “close enough…”

- playing video games like tlou with each other

- when u have the controller he cant help but stare at the side of ur face when ur playing. he likes it especially because ur so concentrated and he thinks its adorable

- when he has the controller he tries to impress u by doing the absolute most. he dies every time and gets embarrassed lol

- when u first started dating he would lie about knowing things u talked about just to look cool (he has no idea what ur talking about). when u looked at him funny he would turn sooo red

- “have u ever heard of descendants?”

- “yeah i love that show”

- “no… like the band”

- “oh”

[brookediamonds]

can you make an axel + miyagi-do reader where after the tournament he quits the iron dragons and the miyagi-do reader suggests for him to join miyagi-do since he just wants to be in a dojo where he doesn’t get pushed around by sensei wolf? he’s reluctant to, but he joins for her and he could have a hard time adjusting because he feels guilty for breaking robby’s knee and maybe he believes he doesn’t fit in with the others? after the training, maybe the following night he’s frustrated and the reader notices it and he just pours out his feelings to her then the reader could comfort him about it. if it’s realistic to you, maybe as the days go on he ends up adjusting and enjoying his time there, making up with robby for injuring his knee and befriending everyone else basically! sorry if the request is too long! 😭

i was raised on little light | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: Axel thinks he's lost everything, his dojo, his sensei, his friends. It's been one month since the Sekai Taikai, and he's lost without the sport he loves. But what happens when you two cross paths by chance and you give him the opportunity to find that happiness again?

Word Count: 3.4k Warnings: None, angst, fluff

gif is not mine

You wipe the sweat off your brow as you make your way out of the gym sauna, and take a sip out of your water flask to rehydrate.

Trailing down the hallway, your eyes drift along the glass windows as you pass by the ongoing cycling and pilates classes.

Entering the kick boxing studio, you expect it to be empty when a tall boy with long brown-red hair stood next to the punching bag, striking it repeatedly with familiar combinations.

When he turns to see who's entered the room, your eyes went wide as you recognize those blue orbs.

"I'm sorry," you apologize immediately. "No one usually comes in here."

"It's okay," he responds curtly dropping his hands by his side. "I was just getting ready to leave."

You watch as he picks his shirt up from the side of the room, sliding it back on.

"What are you doing here?" You ask taking a few steps closer to him.

He gives a sideways glance as he picks up his gym bag from the floor.

"I mean, your team is from Hong Kong, I thought you'd-"

"I left them," he cuts you off. He isn't rude, but he states it heavily and lowly. "I was ashamed to be apart of anything that had to do with... my sensei."

You raise your eyebrows stunned someone like him and his age could just walk away from something they've known their whole life. You can see the sadness behind his eyes, and the way he carries himself.

There's a moment of brief silence when he speaks up again.

"I'm sorry for what I did to Robby."

His voice is steady, but you don’t miss the way his fingers tighten around the strap of his bag, like he's bracing for impact.

You exhale softly, crossing your arms. "It’s not me you should be saying that to."

Axel nods, almost like he already knew you’d say that. His gaze drops briefly, then lifts back to yours. "I know."

Shifting his weight, adjusting the strap of his gym bag. He gives you one last glance before stepping forward, his intention clear that he’s leaving.

You watch him move past you, something uneasy settling in your chest. Maybe it’s the exhaustion from training, or maybe it’s the look in his eyes, the kind that lingers even after someone walks away.

Before you can stop yourself, you turn around.

"What are you doing right now?"

Axel halts mid-step, glancing back at you. There’s a flicker of hesitation before he shrugs, voice unreadable. "Nothing."

You chew on your lip for a second before nodding toward the empty mat.

"Do you wanna stay? Run through some techniques I picked up last week?"

His brows lift slightly, as if he wasn’t expecting that. He looks at you for a long moment, scanning your face like he’s trying to figure out if you really mean it.

If you actually want him here.

Then, after a beat, he exhales and sets his bag back down.

"Sure," he says, rolling his shoulders. "I'd like that."

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It's been two weeks since you came across Axel at the gym. You learn that the day after the Sekai Taikai was his 18th birthday so he decided to stay and live in The Valley.

He wanted to leave Europe and move on from his past completely. You also learn he's not as tough as he puts on, he's actually quite sensitive and sadly, has never really had a life outside of karate.

Which is why you brought him here.

"Just try it," you beg the tall, brooding boy sitting across from you, pushing the milkshake closer to him.

Axel stares at you, unimpressed, arms crossed over his chest like he’s preparing for battle.

"You’re asking me to dip a french fry into a milkshake. It's gross."

You roll your eyes.

"It's not gross, it's delicious," you state, picking up a fry, and dunking it into the thick vanilla milkshake, taking a dramatic bite. "See? Sweet and salty. Perfection."

Axel watches with obvious skepticism, but there’s a flicker of curiosity beneath it.

Slowly, he grabs a fry, hesitates, then dips just the very tip into the milkshake like it might explode on contact.

He eyes it one last time before taking a bite. You wait giddily, watching as he chews and pauses.

His brows lift just slightly, a flash of something that looks suspiciously like enjoyment crossing his face before he schools it into something neutral.

"It’s... not bad."

A victorious grin spreads across your face. "You see, I told you!"

"It’s weird, but good. I still think it should be gross, though," Axel huffs, shaking his head as he reaches for another fry, this time dipping it fully.

You laugh, watching as he tentatively starts to enjoy something so simple, something he never got to experience before.

And it makes you want to show him more, more of these little joys, more of the world outside of training and fighting.

Which is why, after a moment, you set your milkshake down and glance at him seriously.

"Have you thought about coming to Miyagi-Do?"

Axel looks up, mid-fry, caught off guard. "What?"

You shrug. "I mean, you love karate, and you don’t have a dojo anymore. You miss it, I can tell."

His jaw tightens slightly, like he’s bracing himself.

"I don’t think your sensei's would want me there," he says quietly.

"You don’t know that," you counter gently. "And besides... you’re not the same person you were at the Sekai Taikai."

He looks at you, searching for something in your expression, like he wants to believe you but doesn’t know if he can.

"You don’t have to decide now," you add, nudging the milkshake toward him. "Just think about it."

Axel exhales, gaze dropping to the table. And for a while, the only sound is the hum of the diner, the soft clinking of forks and plates around you.

Then, almost absentmindedly, he dips another fry into the milkshake.

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Axel sits across from Daniel and Johnny, his hands clasped together between his knees, posture tense but unwavering. You sit beside him, offering quiet support.

"You left your dojo," Daniel repeats, studying Axel carefully. "For good?"

Axel nods.

"I didn’t want to win that way. Not anymore." He swallows. "I thought I loved karate because it made me strong. But I was only as strong as my sensei allowed me to be. And he—" Axel exhales sharply, shaking his head. "He took everything from us. He controlled us. I don’t want to fight like that ever again."

Daniel leans back slightly, exchanging a glance with Johnny. His expression is thoughtful, considering.

"It takes courage to admit that," Mr. LaRusso finally says. "To walk away from everything you’ve known just because you believe in something better."

Johnny, however, crosses his arms, his face unreadable.

"Yeah, but believing in something better and being better aren’t the same thing." His voice is gruff, skeptical. "How do we know he’s not just gonna revert back the second things get tough?"

Axel clenches his jaw but doesn’t retaliate. He just looks down at his hands, something flickering in his eyes, something vulnerable.

You shift in your seat, about to say something, but Daniel beats you to it.

"What do you think, Johnny?" he asks, watching his old rival closely.

Johnny lets out a breath, rubbing his jaw. He looks at Axel again, really looks at him. And maybe, just for a second, he sees a reflection of himself.

Because Axel did what he couldn’t do when he was younger.

He walked away.

He was strong enough to leave, when Johnny had been too blind, too stubborn, too scared to.

With a sigh, Johnny leans back, arms still crossed but his stance looser.

"You did what I couldn't," he mutters. Then, more firmly: "You’re in."

Axel blinks, his lips parting slightly in surprise, but he only nods. "Thank you."

Daniel claps a hand on his shoulder. "Welcome to Miyagi-Do."

You grin at Axel, nudging his arm. He huffs softly, shaking his head, but there’s the tiniest pull of a smile at the corner of his lips.

After giving Axel his new white gi, and explaining some of Mr. Miyagi's back history, you two eventually make your way out of the small house.

As soon as the three of you step outside, the energy in the air changes.

The rest of the students are arriving for training, but when they see Axel, everything halts.

Miguel stops mid-step. Tory crosses her arms, her jaw set tight. Hawk looks between Axel and Daniel, suspicion clear in his expression.

Robby stands a little further back, his gaze unreadable, but the way his shoulders tense doesn’t go unnoticed.

"The hell is he doing here?" Hawk demands, eyes narrowing.

"He doesn’t belong here," Tory adds sharply.

Miguel looks at you, confused. "Seriously?"

Axel stays quiet. He doesn’t shrink under the heat of their stares, but he doesn’t fight back either.

He’s letting them have their moment, because he knows he would’ve reacted the same way.

But you step forward cutting everyone off from their bickering.

"Why shouldn’t he be here?" You challenge, looking each of them in the eye. "He left his dojo because he wants to change. Just like most of you did when you left Cobra Kai."

Silence. A flicker of hesitation in some of their eyes.

"No one holds you to your past," you continue, voice unwavering. "Each and every one of you have done something so despicable and yet no holds it against you. So why should he be any different?"

The weight of your words settles over them.

Miguel shifts uncomfortably. Hawk looks at the ground. Even Tory exhales through her nose, her arms loosening slightly from their defensive cross.

Robby is the last one to react. He holds Axel’s gaze for a long moment.

There’s still something guarded in his expression, understandably so, but after a pause, he nods once. Just enough to acknowledge him.

And just like that, the tension in the air starts to thin.

Axel exhales slowly, finally looking over at you. And for the first time, he really feels like he might have a shot at this.

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"Damn dude!" Hawk shouts as Axel scores a point by performing a roundhouse to his face. The boy with the blue mohawk holds the side of his face, clutching his jaw.

"S-Sorry!" Axel blurts out, immediately taking a step forward, his expression tight with concern.

Hawk exhales sharply, rolling out his jaw. "It’s just a spar, man. Not a tournament."

"Axel, you don’t have to go full power every time," Miguel spoke up, stepping forward with his arms crossed. "We’re teammates, not opponents."

Axel’s hands clench at his sides. "I wasn’t trying to—" He stops himself, jaw tightening.

"Breathe, man," Demetri chimes in from the sidelines. "You’re, like, radiating 'fight or flight' right now."

Axel’s nostrils flare as he looks around at the others, all of them watching him with wary expressions.

Even sensei LaRusso and sensei Lawerence have taken notice from across the dojo, their conversation pausing as they exchange a glance.

Axel can feel the anxiety creeping up, he's beginning to feel cornered as he feels everyone's eyes on him. Like a caged animal.

Without another word, Axel steps off the mat and grabs his gym bag from the bench. The tension in the air is thick as he heads straight for the door.

Just as you and Sam are making your way up the gravel path, still catching your breath from your run.

Axel brushes right past you, his face thunderous.

Your smile falters. "Axel? What happened—"

"This was a mistake," he mutters, not even breaking stride as he storms toward the parking lot.

You whip around, watching him go, confusion twisting in your chest. "What the hell?"

Sam glances between you and the closing gate, eyebrows furrowed. "What was that about?"

Your eyes narrow, heat rising beneath your skin. Without another word, you march inside the dojo, zeroing in on Miguel and Hawk, who are still standing on the sparring deck.

"Nothing crazy. He just—" Hawk exhales, still rubbing his face. "He goes hard, you know?"

Miguel frowns. "We told him it was just a spar, but it’s like he doesn’t know how to hold back."

You glance toward the door, then back at them, frustrated.

"Of course, he doesn’t," you exasperate. "Do you have any idea how he was trained? He’s been fighting like his life depended on it for years! You think he can just turn that off?"

The backyard is quiet, the weight of your words settling over them. Even Hawk looks less irritated and more thoughtful.

"He's trying, guys," you sigh tiredly. "Maybe if you stopped treating him like the enemy for five seconds, you’d see that."

Hawk shifts, glancing at Miguel awkwardly.

"There is no such thing as bad student, only bad teacher," Sensei LaRusso speaks up from the side, his tone calm yet firm.

Everyone turns to him as he steps forward, his eyes settling on Miguel and Hawk.

"It's what Mr. Miyagi said to me once when I was having trouble with Sensei Lawrence, over here," he continues, nodding toward Johnny, who stands with his arms crossed, watching everything unfold.

"Axel walked away from a sensei who only taught him how to win, no matter the cost. That takes strength. And it takes even more strength to try and relearn everything from the ground up." He glances at you. "Some of you have been in his shoes before. Maybe it’s time you remember that."

Miguel and Hawk exchange looks, guilt settling over them like a weight.

But you don’t wait for their response. You turn on your heel and push through the door, already dialing Axel’s number.

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It's later that night when you find his apartment, knocking firmly against the door.

There’s a long pause before you hear slow, heavy footsteps, and then the door creaks open, revealing Axel standing there, his expression unreadable.

His hair is damp, fresh from a shower, and he’s dressed in a loose black T-shirt and sweatpants, his arms crossed, closed off.

"Can I come in?" you ask softly.

For a second, you think he might shut the door in your face, but instead, he steps aside without a word.

You enter, scanning the space. It was your first time here. It was minimal, nearly empty.

A couch, a small table, a few dishes in the sink. No decorations, no warmth. Just a place to exist, not to live.

Axel leans against the counter, gaze fixed on the floor.

"Miyagi-Do isn’t for me," he mutters finally. "I don’t belong there."

"That’s not true," you frown, taking a step closer to him.

"Yes, it is." His voice is low, but sharp with conviction. "They all hate me. They think I’m some asshole who just walked in and took up space. And maybe they’re right. I don’t fight like them. I never will."

You exhale, watching the way his shoulders rise and fall unevenly, the frustration and insecurity clawing at him.

"You’re exactly where you belong," you say, firm but gentle.

His head lifts slightly, blue eyes locking onto yours with something unreadable, something vulnerable. "Why do you care so much?"

Your breath catches for a moment.

"Because…" you step closer, heart hammering. "You’re not less than nothing, Axel."

His heart sinks in his chest as he thinks back to what his old sensei told him the day of the finals at the Sekai Taikai. "You will be less than nothing."

Your voice is steady and firm as you look him in the eyes. "You never were."

You watch as his fingers twitch, as if fighting the urge to reach for you.

And then, suddenly, he does.

Axel closes the space between you in one swift motion, his hands finding your face as he presses his lips to yours.

It’s not tentative or unsure, it’s raw, desperate, like he’s grasping onto the only real thing he’s ever had.

You melt into him, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt, anchoring yourself to him just as he’s anchoring himself to you.

When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, his breath uneven. His hands stay on your face like he’s afraid to let go.

"You deserve better, Axel," you whisper. "You deserve the good, life has to offer."

For once, he doesn’t argue. He lets you wrap him in your arms and hold him for the first time in his life.

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Axel decides to give Miyagi-Do one last try. But this time, it'll be different. He's going in optimistic and with a new plan.

As he steps inside the backyard, he gazes around the grass and wood before spotting the person he planned on talking to today.

Robby.

Setting his gym bag off to the side, Axel wipes his palms on the sides of his white gi, slowly approaching the green eyed boy.

"Hey," Axel says lowly. Robby does a double take when he see's the tall boy stood in front of him.

"What do you want?" Robby asks accusingly. It's not aggressive but it's not passive either.

Axel exhales through his nose and forces himself forward, stopping a few feet in front of Robby.

"I need to say something," Axel starts, his voice even but careful. "Back at the tournament ... what I did to you— it wasn’t just wrong, it was, it was unforgivable."

Robby crosses his arms, studying him, unreadable.

Axel takes a breath, pushing through. "I don’t expect you to forget it. I don’t even expect you to forgive me. But I was wrong. And I get it if you still hate me, but I just—"

He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. "I just needed you to know I’m not proud of it. And I don’t want to be that person anymore."

Silence stretches between them, heavy but not hostile. Robby takes a deep breath before speaking up.

"Look, man… I get it," Robby speaks up. "You did what your sensei told you. We all did messed up things when we were under the wrong leadership."

Axel's expression softens slightly, not expecting any kind of grace he was showing him.

"What matters is what you do now," Robby finishes.

Then, after a beat, Robby tilts his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"And" he says, arms still crossed, "I did get a sponsorship out of it, so… I guess we’re even."

Axel’s shoulders ease, the tension in his chest loosening just a bit as they both share a small laugh.

Robby gives him a nod toward the center of the mat. "Come on. Warm-ups just started."

Axel hesitates for only a second before nodding and stepping forward. Finally, he could start to feel the weight of the past start to lift.

You watched from afar as Robby forgave Axel and everyone around him began to let him in to the group one by one.

It was the beginning of something new for Axel. A kindest and happiness you knew he deserved.

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The warm glow of the apartment lights casts a soft ambiance over the space, a stark contrast to the bare, empty walls it once had.

Now, the shelves are filled with little pieces of life, plants you insisted would 'bring warmth' framed photos of scenic landscapes, and a few personal touches Axel hadn't realized he needed until they were there.

The scent of vanilla lingers in the air from a candle burning on the counter, mixing with the salty-sweet aroma of your late-night snack.

Sitting across from each other on the couch, you share a chocolate milkshake, the tall glass between you as you dip a fry into the drink before popping it into your mouth like you always do.

"You’re still making that face," you tease, nudging the glass toward him.

Axel huffs a soft laugh. "It's still weird."

"You liked it last time."

He narrows his eyes but relents, dipping a fry into the milkshake before taking a bite. The contrast of flavors hits, and while he won’t openly admit it, you can tell he kind of gets it now.

A quiet moment passes between you, the comfortable kind. Axel twirls the straw absently, gaze drifting over the space before settling on you.

"You know," he starts, voice softer now, more thoughtful, "I never really had this before."

You quirk a brow. "Chocolate milkshakes and fries?"

He can't help the small smirk tugging his lips.

"No," he shakes his head. "Someone like you.”

Your teasing expression fades, replaced by something warmer.

"Oh," you whisper feeling your cheeks warm up.

He leans forward, resting his arms on his knees, eyes locked with yours.

"You never gave up on me," he murmurs, his voice almost hesitant, like the words are too fragile to speak aloud. "Even when I pushed back, even when I didn’t think I belonged here… you didn’t stop."

You watch him for a beat before setting the glass down and shifting closer.

"I'd never give up on you," you say simply. "Not then, and not now."

His breath hitches slightly. He doesn't get the chance to say anything else before you reach behind his neck, pulling him down to kiss you.

The kiss is soft, and heartfelt, like he’s trying to say all the things he never learned how to.

When he pulls back, you smile against his lips, your fingers brushing over the nape of his neck.

"See?" you whisper. "Exactly where you belong."

And for the first time in a long time, Axel believes it.

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Masterlist

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(a/n: i've been watching too much 'sex and the city' i feel like i sound like carrie but i kinda fw it lmfao. this was a sweet request, thank you for your patience on me getting it out!)

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Ahh could I request a steamy Kwon fic, I need something to balance all this angst 🥲 maybe when Kwon takes Robby’s room him and his girl make good use of it?

A/n: I've been waiting for you guys to request this 😚

𝑃𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑈𝑠𝑒: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒/𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡!, 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑅𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚. 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑌/𝑛, 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑦𝑠, 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑠ℎ.

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"There's no point in arguing. The room goes to Y/n and I." Kwon huffed while having a firm grip on the hotel rooms he just won. Groans came from the Cobra Kai's. "Not like you guys did the high kick." You grumbled and stood by your boyfriend. Your comment made him chuckle and kiss your head.

"Come on, it's getting late. We should head back to the hotel." Tory suggested with her hands crossed, almost like she was in a rush to get back. "We still have time to have some more fun." Yoon said. "No, I agree with Tory... We should head back already." Your head nodded as you looked at Kwon, pleading with your eyes and hoping he picks up your idea.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Let's call it a night." Kwon smiled, realizing what you were doing. "Whatever." One of the boys said, leading the way back to the hotel.

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"You're a little sneak you know that." Kwon mumbled with his lips on your. "God it's fucking pathetic how quickly you were to get on me." You couldn't help but whimper at the degradation. "Kwon-"

He grabbed your chin, making you look at him. "Hm?... Tell me baby, what do you want?" You tugged at his shirt. "I said tell me. Don't gesture." You gulped nervously.

"You, Kwon. I want you." He chuckled and kissed down your neck. "Good baby. Gonna let me do the work, right?" You nodded frantically. "Just lay there and look pretty." He laughed and unbuttoned your blouse. He threw it our off the picture and kissed your collar bones while unclipping your bra.

"Your so fucking perfect." He moaned against your soft skin, allowing himself to kiss and make hickeys on your chest. "Kwon... Take off your shirt, that's not fair..." You whined, rubbing your thighs to get some friction. He laughed and took off his shirt. His muscles and abs made you cum at the sight but you controlled yourself and looked up.

"Please Kwon...." You whimpered.

"Aw, you're gonna have to beg a lot more than that." He pouted teasingly and captured your lips in a rough kiss once again.