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happy74827 · 9 months ago

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Real Life Fairytale

[Robby Keene x Female!Reader]

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

WC: 712

Category: Fluff, First Kiss

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

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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.

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lancestrollsgf · 1 month ago

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# 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 )

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hawksbacktattoo · 1 month ago

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Intoxicated | Young Johnny & Daniel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader drags Daniel to a Halloween party that ends in a night to remember

Warning: Underaged drinking, p in v, unprotected sex, multiple creamp!es, threesome, smut with plot

Word Count: 2.6k

Not proof read

AN: Sorry this took me so long

His mouth was so foul, but his face was so damn handsome. Daniel Larusso, new kid to the Valley and the new man in your dreams. He was quiet when he first arrived, just muttering is respectful greetings and moving along, but the longer he was here the more comfortable he got. Curse words coming out his mouth like it were his first language. From time it was funny you admit but it came with its fair share of cockiness.

Eyes to die for, looks to kill for yet his cockiness just as bad as the brunette he fought with all the time. Johnny Lawrence, your long-term best friend who felt the need to one up Daniel any chance he got, it was his ego getting the best of him. He was used to being the star attention, but Daniel took that shine from him when he moved to town, not to mention he noticed the way you stole glances at the shorter boy from time to time.

A love triangle at its finest, Johnny having the hots for you and you admiring the brunette from afar. You all had a weird relationship to say the least. Johnny and Daniel were both good friends of yours, but they couldn't stand one another. Throwing jabs at the other any chance they got.

It was Halloween morning, the halls heavy with excitement laced chatter. The smell of layers of hair spray wafting through the crowded halls. It was comforting in a sense, not sure why though. Hugging your textbooks to your chest, you get shoulder bumped by a group of girls running for the entrance.

Shaking your head at the sight, don't they get tired of this? You thought to yourself. This was an everyday occurrence, johnny and his group of friends would walk through those heavy metal doors and there went the annoying fan girls charging to them like a pack of wolves drawn to meat.

Pushing the door to your class open, you take your seat next to Daniel whose head was rested against his arm. "Morning LaRusso." You chimed, dropping the heavy books down on to the table. He groaned as he picked his head up. "Morning y/l/n." Never a smile on that boys' face in the morning but honestly who could blame him.

Hearing the chair scrape the floor next to you, you whip your head around. Standing there with the biggest grin on his face was Johnny. "Morning doll face." Grimacing at the nickname, you shove his shoulder. "Morning." You hated the fact that he made you question everything with a few words he didn't actually mean.

You've suppressed your feelings towards Johnny long ago, no wanting to ruin the relationship the two of your built over the years. You noticed your feelings for him in the ninth grade, he had hit puberty over the summer and when you saw him for the first time, butterflies fluttered in your stomach. That's when the fan girling started and his ego began to grow.

"Your mom gave me this, you left it this morning." Daniel yawned, now more awake than before. You take the paper from his hand, relief coursing through you. "My goodness thank you, the professor would've failed me for missing another assignment." Twirling his pencil between his fingers, he shot you a half smile.

The class fell quiet once the professor began the lesson, the sound of pencils scraping against the thin paper on the student's desk, fills the room. "You going to that Halloween party tonight." Johnny whisper yelled to you, back lent against the back of his chair, legs parted in a manspread. The way his looked paired with how his gaze fell on to yours had you gulping. "Could you shut the hell up." Daniel scolded from the other side of you, shooting Johnny a glare before turning his focus back to the professor.

Johnny rolled his eyes, arms crossing over his chest waiting for you to answer. "Yeah, Daniel is going to give me a ride." Hearing the boys' name fall from your lips making him groan in annoyance. "I can pick you up, I'm sure Danny boy wasn't even invited." He snickered, shooting daggers back at the boy. The two bickered back and forth the entire day, complaing over who's driving who and who's better than who. It was truly beginning to give you a headache.

Sat in front of your vanity, you paint red and white clown make up on to your face adding a little glitter here and there to bring a little glam to your look. You slip into a white corseted top and pair it with a red skirt that may or may not be way to short. Stepping into some pumps, you hype yourself up in the mirror before walking over to Daniel's apartment, him ultimately wining the argument when you told the two to shut up and picking yourself.

Knocking lightly on the wooden door, you rocked on your heels waiting from him to answer. Swinging the door open yelling something back at his mother, he paused when his eyes met yours. Gaze running down your frame before meeting yours once more. "Wow you look... amazing." He rubbed the back of his neck, pulling the door closed behind him. Deciding not to dress up, he was wearing a dark blue jersey with the numbers 89 displayed on it. Even without trying, he looked so good.

"Same to you, LaRusso." You chuckled, walking side by side with him to his car. Opening the door for you, he let you slide in before closing the door and hopping in the driver's seat. This wasn't the first time the boy gave you a ride somewhere. You were constantly at his front door with pleading eyes when you needed a ride. He started keeping the clanking keys on him every time a knock echoed through his apartment.

You could hear the music before he even turned on to the street, there were cars lined on both sides of the street, intoxicated teens scattered around the yard of the large house. Parking a little further down the road, the two of you hopped out and headed toward the house, bodies pressing together when you squeezed into the crowded house.

"So much for a small party." Daniel grunted out, pushing his way through the partying teens, letting out a sigh of relief when the two of you found a corner to breath. "I can't believe I let you talk me into coming to this circus shit." He huffed, running a hand through his brunette locs discomfort laced in his expression.

"And let you stay home with your mom watching reruns all night? No way." You practically had to get on your hands and knees to get the boy to come, he hated going to big school gatherings. He wasn't exactly liked by everyone, but a party is a party.

Your eyes fell on Johnny walking your way with two cups in hand. He was dressed in a skeleton costume, face painted to match, you couldn't help but smile a little. "I see you finally made it, late of course." He grilled, eyeing Daniel up and down before passing you one of the cups. "Beauty takes time Lawrence." You poked back at him, swirling the liquid in you cup before taking a sip. It was strong, burning your throat as it went down and leaving a heavy aftertaste on your tongue.

"And what the hell are you supposed to be Danny boy?" Johnny's voice spat, stepping closer to your side. You could see the annoyance creep up Daniels face as he inheld deeply, eyes glaring at the blonde. "Shut the hell up Lawrence." He uttered, eyes rolling as he always does when his had to interact with Johnny.

"Their taking body shots, you should let me do one off you." Johnny playfully grinned, nudging at your shoulder. The thought of his lips touching any part of your body had your face heating up. "Uh, sure why not. Come on Daniel, you're not going to stand in this corner all night long." You pulled the brunette with you as you followed behind Johnny's tall frame. Of course, Daniel complained the entire way to the group of teens sipping of each other's bodies.

"Here, step up." Johnny held you hand as he helped you up on to the cold marble table, shivering when your back came in contact with the cold surface. Loosening the strings on the side of your top, you pull it up just enough to expose your belly button. You watch as Johnny pours the liquor on to your body, grabbing a piece of lime from the bowl next to you.

"Yuck, no way you're actually going to do that." Daniel grimaced behind your head. "Watch me." Johnny bet the boy, biting down into the lemon and tossing it to the side. His eyes locked on to Daniel's as he lent down, slurping the liquid from your body. Goosebumps covered your body when his lips came in contact with the flesh of your stomach.

It fell quiet between the two, their eyes locked on each other in what seemed to be a battle of dominance. Your eyes flickered between the two before clearing your throat to grab their attention. "Not sure what the hell that was but, Danny up on the table." You giggled, hopping down from the table and pushing Daniel to climb up. "He's not the one doing it right." He eyes widened as you sprinkled salt up his happy trail.

"Don't flatter yourself LaRusso." Johnny grilled, handing you the bottle of liquor. Pouring a little on to his stomach, biting into a lime, you licked the salt trail before slurping the liquid from his stomach. Hoots and cheers boomed around the three of you. This happened a few more times until the three had way too much to drink.

The boys seemingly forgetting their little feud as they danced with you, cups in hand and bodies moving to the music. You had never seen the two of them smile so much together, it was a nice sight.

Getting pretty late, everyone started to file out of the house including the three of you. Obviously too drunk to drive, you all opted to crash at Johnny's since his place wasn't too far of a walk. Bodies bumping into one another as you walked along the small sidewalk, tripping over air every few steps and laughing over nothing was walk the walked consisted of until you made it to Johnny's house.

His parents gone like usual, he swung the door open allowing the other two to stumble in before closing the door behind himself. Daniel was slouched on Johnny's couch, legs kicked up on the table. Johnny sat on the other side of the couch, head resting on the back of the couch and you were sprawled out over both of their laps. Head resting in Daniels lap and legs in Johnny's.

The television filling the silent room with quiet murmurs and static. The tension in the room was thick, no one moved or spoke a word, just the casual rustling of fabric rubbing together and exhales. It wasn't until Johnny snaked his hand up your thigh that the silence was broke. A blissful hum rumbling in your throat.

Daniel's fingers traced over your collarbone, gaze burning into yours. There was a hint of wants behind his eyes, something you even in this moment never expected to see from him. Everything moved so quickly, one moment you were on the couch, the next you were sandwiched between two sweaty bodies.

Johnny laid beneath you, cvck fvcking up into your dripping cvnt. Daniel stood behind you grunting as he slowly slid in and out of you *ss. The feeling was extremely overwhelming, chocked moans and screams bubbling from your throat. Your eyes were screwed shut, unable to focus on either one.

"Oh, fvck you feel like heaven." Johnny groaned, his hold on your hips tightening as he snapped his hips into you faster. Daniel yanked your head back more by your hair, he was trying his best to be gentle with you, but his lust was quickly taking over, the alcohol in his system making it hard for him to think straight. Something about this felt so intimate yet wrong. You were all drunk beyond comprehension and you knew if you were all in the right mind this wouldn't fly.

Head falling into the nape of Johnny's neck when Daniel released your hair, hands pressing on to the small of your back as his thrust became animalistic, grunts becoming hoarser as he slammed into you. Johnny lifted his hips more as he matched the brunettes' pace, arms wrapped around the top half of your torso. The sound of your bodies connecting echoed through the large room, cries of pleasure following behind.

Tears began to stream down your face as your orgasm washed over you, their thrusts never faltering once as your body trembled between them. "Good girl." Daniel cooed, hand caressing the lower half of your back. Johnny's hips jerked as his cvm pooled into you, a whimper like moan falling from his lips as he finishes. "My god you're beautiful." He praised, pushing strands of hair from your face as Daniel continues his abuse to your *ss, hands now gripping your waist and pulling you back into his thrusts.

His grunts becoming louder, thrusts slowing and becoming sloppy. You feel him slid almost completely out before slamming back into you with a loud moan. "Y/n, fuck." His words dragged, a cry like moans spewing from your lips as he finishes inside of you.

Your body laid limp against Johnny's sheets, make up smudged between Johnny's chest and his white sheets. Daniel pulled your body up between the two of them, pulling the blanket over your naked sweaty bodies before passing out.

"Please tell me I didn't fuck you." A voice laced with panic spoke somewhere around you. You groan pushing your face into the soft pillow beneath your head. "Drunk or not, I wouldn't screw you. Relax LaRusso." Picking up on the voiced bickering as the two dimwits you were friends with; you let out a huff before sitting up eyes falling to the naked frames of the two and freezing.

Your eyes slowly glance down to your naked body beneath the plush blanket wrapped around you. "No fucking way." You breathed out, tugging the blanket closer to your chest. "Don't peep a word about this to anyone." You demanded, slipping out the bed with the blanket still wrapped around you. "We're going to be late, and I can't miss another day." You panicked, catching the shirt Johnny threw to you and pulling it over your body.

None of you had to say anything, the way the three of you showed up at school together caused enough attention. Ignoring the death glares in the hallways was easy enough, it was when the three of you sat at lunch with Johnny's group of friend's things got out of hand. "Damn you finally had the balls to lay it down on her." One teased Johnny, earning a glare in response. "Is it true both of tapped it?" Another one poked. Your face was beet red at this point, you didn't expect it to be so obvious. Then again you came to school wearing one of Johnny's regular shirts and Daniel's hoodie from the nights before. Oops..

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lulamadison · 1 month ago

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“I had so many people that had ideas for Johnny Lawrence. Actually, my favorite one was Pat Morita himself had an idea. He wasn’t done with Miyagi yet, and this is in his last years. He called me he said, ‘BZ BZ, I have a great idea for Karate Kid 5.’ Miyagi’s going to die, and he wanted him to have a proper Okinawan burial, but while he’s sick, he saw Johnny Lawrence as being his doctor, and I thought that was interesting. That was probably the wildest idea I could’ve imagined, and coming from Pat Morita, it was awesome.”

Yeah, I'm writing that fic 😉

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63135787/chapters/161686690

#lawrusso #johnny lawrence #cobra kai fanfiction #cobra kai #fanfiction #daniel larusso #fanfic

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brookediamonds · 24 days ago

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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

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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

Taglist: @ggrgcribg

(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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cheoridoll · 4 months ago

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distraction —

pairing: robby keene x reader

warning: none, just something cute

words counted: 1.582

includes: just Robby like a puppy after his love

playlist for the fic: spotify. | forgive the bad english! it's not my first language.

A toss or a distraction, Robby felt useless at this point in the day, sitting on the couch at his half-brother's house, while staring at the turned off television, totally disconnected from his current reality, only remembering how he was used by a girl. And damn, he liked it. He couldn't deny that he was like a puppy, obeying all the orders of the tough rookie girl, the one who arrived suddenly, the distant female cousin of the Larusso family. Because Daniel loved her, she was like a daughter to him.

At first, he just wanted revenge, now he finds himself in love with his own karma.

"Hey bro, grab your backpack, let's go to school" — Miguel said, throwing the backpack against Keene's rigid body, waking up to life, as his father would say.

He forgot so much about the world outside his head, that he also ended up forgetting why he was awake so early. School.

"Shit! Miguel, did you do the french work?" — like a light bulb, it lit up his mind. He spent so much time focused on Larusso that he left aside his obligations, like an idiot in love, preferring to remain in the illusion of his own daydreams.

"Yes, I did." — he agreed, transforming his expression into a somewhat confused one, eyebrows drawn together and mouth half open.

"Put my name? Please!" — he asked with a huge pout on his lips, making Diaz understand and laugh loudly at the gesture.

"Okay, but stop making that weird face."

Robby was getting more and more electric as the hours passed, excited for class after lunch. Arts had become one of his recent passions. He loved painting feelings, the most recent being the common mix of love and fear, which he affectionately nicknamed "chocolate and pepper." Love creates artists, it created Robby, and disappointment makes them better. But deep down, I hoped it would continue as an unfinished creation.

Keene continued rambling in his head, and all paths ironically led him to her, to her beautiful hair, penetrating, oblique and hidden gaze. He hated love, he hated being attracted to someone who held him up like a spear, a fucking distraction.

"Where are you looking, Keene?" — Robby's head went straight to the empty food plate, making the blow have a greater impact, his face burned with pain, his throat wanted to scream, but he couldn't.

"Shit Kyler, get out of here you idiot." — Miguel accompanied him.

Kyler had been thinking about the guy with the clear eyes in recent days, vowing to give him a good beating one day, also stating that he would at least see where the blow came from. No sooner said than done. After the crash, he became dizzy, it wasn't like he had the strength to stand up there, his face was fucked up, he lost consciousness, he even lost sight of the fact that one of the shards of glass had flown onto his shoulder. Damn the day he decided to wear a shirt with a loose collar. I lifted the table, still tipping sideways and my vision was blurred, holding his belly, as if that would give him more balance. Kyler saw the biggest opportunity, turned his body and kicked the other person's heel, knocking Robby to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Miguel tried to advance towards the other, but was stopped by the idiots, cowardly held by three people. While struggling, Kyler threw the first kick.

"Oh, Kyler!" — a female voice tore through the place.

There were feelings in the speech, not so positive so to speak, perhaps hatred, anger with a hint of jealousy.

"Only I can mess with my blond." — ran towards the brunette, kicking him away from Keene, his kicks were high, Kyler didn't really know how to attack at that moment, nor did he know if he should, opting to take small steps backwards while using defense.

"Are you such a coward that you can't just slap me?"

He attacked her with hatred, threw her body to the ground and stood on top of her torso, while holding the thin collar of the girl's blouse, ready to throw the first punch. She smiled, not an ordinary smile, a devilish smile, and the surprise came with her tears, a desolate and fearful look.

"What's going on in that cafeteria?" — shouted the director, who with heavy steps walked towards Kyler, taking him off the girl.

Behind him was Daniel, who was helping prepare the dance that night.

"Uncle, I tried to defend my friend, but when I saw..." — he burst into tears, being lifted from the ground by his uncle, who hugged him carefully.

"Fine my love." - Larusso left the girl leaning against one of the tables, heading towards the body of the former apprentice. With compassion the silence against his body, the support between his arms in the most comfortable way he could.

"Are you okay, Robby?" Nothing was said, he was still dizzy from all the blows and the coffee didn't help his anxiety at that moment.

"Uncle, I'm going to take him to the infirmary, okay?"

"Okay, princess, I'm going to go to the principal's office and sort out this mess." — The older man left, while Larusso placed Robby's arm over his shoulders, in order to avoid another contact between the other person's body and the ground.

"Robby, look at me, tell me it's okay." — He requested. "I..." - he paused, completely rethinking that moment.

"Take me to the infirmary straight away."

Without saying anything else, she took him there, the silence killed them, I missed their diverse conversations. In the end, Robby felt a little hurt, beyond the physical.

"Tell me sweetie, why are you like this?" — asked the one with locks, bringing her fingers to the other's injured face. "I know you're strong and you'd take him down whenever you wanted."

"You. I'm like this because of you." — he took his arm away and threw himself on the sofa in the infirmary.

Karla, the nurse, was at least scared by how deformed Keene was, after all, he was at a school where practically every day there were around three students injured after a hidden fight. I'll get the ice. - was the only thing he said before leaving.

"What did I do, Robby"

"Everything, just answer me one thing before I tell you to leave this room and leave me alone." — He shouted. He was more upset than actually angry, in order to just take her away from his mind and heart for a few minutes.

"Am I what to you? Cheap fun, love." — he laughed to himself. "forget the last part, I must be some idiot that you only catch when you feel like it."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" — he raised his right eyebrow.

"I love you so much, and look, if I didn't show you signs of that, it's because I'm insecure. Robby, you have anyone at your feet, your exes are incredibly perfect, they fight well, they are beautiful... " —she sat next to him.

"I'm afraid of not being good enough like they were."

"I should slap you for thinking like that." — he joked.

Not that he had the courage to lift a finger at her, he loved her in a ridiculous way, which sometimes found it strange.

"I love you, I love you in a way that I've never loved anyone else and you can bet that you're the only one I want to have in my life, or better yet, build one."

"I called him, I'm not good enough to fight someone experienced yet." — she laughed, throwing his body against hers, to create a hug.

"You're over the top, Keene." — she leaned his torso, kissing the wound on the older man's face close to the wound.

"No, I'm just ridiculously in love with the new girl. In fact, how did you know the director was coming?"

"Needy. For you." - they laughed.

"Look, you kicked very well, I was quite jealous of what the highs were."

"I don't even know how I did that, I just wanted to protect you at any cost."

"Damn girl. I love you so much that I could go to hell just for you."

he didn't want hell, he wanted heaven, the roof of her mouth, to calm her busy and stressful days. The calm kiss, full of desire and passion no longer repressed, was everything they wanted and what they finally got.

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grlsinterrupted · 5 months ago

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valley girl ! reader x daniel larusso moodboard ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

₊˚⊹ i’m going to start writing for the karate kid, so i decided to just start everything off with a moodboard of what my fics will be like ♡ valley girl ! reader is like.. totally bitchin’ to the max !

#𝜗𝜚 grlsinterrupted #ralph macchio #karate kid #the karate kid #daniel larusso #karate kid fanfiction #karate kid x reader #the karate kid 1984 #daniel larusso x reader #johnny lawrence #the outsiders #the outsiders fanfiction

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shortnspidey · 4 months ago

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DADDY ISSUES

Robby Keene x OC!Reader || cobra kai || seasons one - three

SUMMARY: Katherine LaRusso has it all: a lavish lifestyle, a supportive friend group, and the material possessions most can only dream of. Yet, beneath the surface, she yearns for something more. Haunted by the pain of her parents’ divorce, she seeks solace in the familiar comforts of her privileged life. However, fate intervenes, forcing her to uproot and start anew in Europe. Years later, Katherine returns to Los Angeles with her enigmatic relative, Daniel LaRusso. As she navigates a new school, rekindles old passions, and forges new friendships, she encounters someone who mirrors her own struggles. Will their shared experiences unite them, or will their differences tear them apart?

WARNINGS: friends to lovers, second chance romance, descriptions of violence, talks of bad mental health, some talks of blood and violence

A/N: I do not own any of the cobra kai characters only Katherine and her storyline as well as any other character's I may create. Please do not copy or translate my work; even with credit! Paraphrasing is still copying! As always, thank you for all the support in my writing, I appreciate every single one of you! 🥰

➩ SEASON ONE

➩ SEASON TWO

➩ SEASON THREE

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jensensfanfic · 2 years ago

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prompt #7 (general) w everyone’s fav danny larusso? ofc only if you feel up to it ml 🤍🫶

a/n: of course! i hope you like it.

pairing: daniel larusso x gn!reader

prompt: "Where does it hurt?"

warnings: injury - not detailed, reader is a bad dancer (lol), little bit of protective!daniel,

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One second, you were having a great time, dancing, and then the next, you were on the floor. You manage to catch yourself, but that only causes a yelp and a bruise to begin forming on your left hand.

"Hey! Watch it!"

Your head whips up when you hear Daniel yelling. "Daniel, stop!"

He turns away from the guy he had been glaring at and looks down at you with a worried expression.

"He didn't do anything. I tripped." You scramble to get up, and instantly, Daniel is on you, trying to help and not know how exactly. You roll your eyes, then grasp his hand and nod. He gets the message, pulling you up with ease. "You know I have two left feet."

"Sorry. Are you okay?"

"Tell him. And I'm fine, Danny."

Daniel turns around, but the man he'd shoved and shouted at is gone. "Maybe he'll be here next time we are? I'll apologise then."

"Hm." You don't let go of his hand as he leads you to a small, round table.

"Want a drink?"

"Sure. Thank you."

"What happened?" He asks, panicked. "Did you hurt yourself? Where does it hurt?"

Daniel smiles, but then right when he goes to get up, you accidentally bump your injured hand against the table.

You wince. "Owwaaah."

You huff as he plops back down, and his eyes roam over you. You know he'll never let it go if you don't show him, so you lay your hand palm up on the table in front of him.

As expected, he immediately scoops your hand into his and gently manoeuvers it around to inspect the damage.

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DANIEL LARUSSO MASTERLIST

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jaidens · 2 years ago

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He Got That Boyish Look That I Like In A Man

pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning [s] : nothing! | this really sucks 😭 I just wanted to release something cuz I've been lacking on yall

a/n [s] : requests are open! [ALSO! should I challenge things? like flufftober??]

Whenever your job offers you a raise to become an Automotive Director of Engineering for the dealership in Reseda, California you take it without warning. In an attempt to get away from slushy winters in the small state of Connecticut, you moved swiftly to a small apartment with lovely neighbors and a new life. You had been to California on some vacations with family, but living here had never crossed your mind.

You walk into your office that smells like fresh paint and cleaner, and set your books and purse down on the dark-oak table. The company had hired some individuals to work for you, which felt weird to say, as you used to be the same person. Your assistant walks in with a tap on your glass door, and she walks in. “Hey! I’m Shannon. Anything you need, I'll be across the hall. I've already started on the connections with Toyota and Nissan!”

You smile at her and shake her hand that she was holding out for you. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Y/N L/N, but I assume you already know that!” You laugh and let go of her hand to hide any awkwardness and anxiety you had about being in such a high position.

“Okay well, I'll see you! And, someone has already set up a meeting with you!” Shannon says before walking away and shutting the door behind her.

You rub sweaty hands against your clothes and turn on your heels. The air-conditioning rumbles on and you wrap the small cardigan you had brought around you and begin staring at the paperwork that was placed in front of you. You start the work: scribbling works and many, many signatures with red pens and black pens. A knock is gentle against your door and you look up, and see Shannon and a very recognizable man standing there in a Navy suit and a smile on his face.

“This is Mr. Daniel Larusso. He owns Larusso auto parts and he said he wants to speak with you,” Shannon says, pushing her glasses up her nose and walking away.

The name sends a shiver down your spine as you hear it, and the face is suddenly very recognizable. The fateful summer vacation of 1986, fifteen-years old and young, and a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

You're sitting on the bench near the beach in a swimsuit and a big t-shirt, peeling through the boom. you had brought to your family vacation. Your family is on the beach setting up the tent and towels all across it to mark the place on the beach. The warm sun heats your skin up as you lay against the bench and continue flipping through your book that suddenly becomes boring.

A tan boy emerges from the water in orange trunks and black hair slicked back with salt water. An older and shorter man follows him up the coast and talks to him. You stare at him with your eyes following each of the tan’s movements. He notices your staring as he stares right back at you, eyes piercing into yours deliciously. His smile exposes his teeth and he knocks his head to the side and waves at you. The older man slaps the side of his head and scolds him.

You laugh at him before he tells the older man something then jogs over to you. His warm skin is a bronzy, and you swear there were twinkles of gold mixed in his skin shining against the light. “Hey, I’m Daniel. What are you reading?” The New Jersey accent rings out and you can't help but feel warmer.

“Oh some dumb romance. My name is Y/N, it's nice to meet you Daniel. Is that your Grandfather?” You cover your book up subconsciously to attempt to not get embarrassed, and point at the older man who seems weirdly angry next to the old car from the 40s.

Daniel shakes his head in response. “No, no. That’s Mr. Miyagi, he's my karate sensei. Is your book good?” He asks and you nod at his explanation, showing him you agreed.

“Yeah, my book is pretty good. You like karate? That's pretty awesome.” You tell Daniel and stare into his eyes. They're a soft, dark brown with a puppy-look inside of them. He looks your age, as he gets thrown a West Valley High soccer shirt that's bigger than him as he shrugs it on over his shoulders.

Daniel leaves with the older man after inviting you to the beach for a party held by the Football team and Cheer Team. You showed up in a baggy sweater and a pair of shorts. Daniel waved at you whenever he saw you, as he kicks around a soccer ball impressively on his two legs. You walk over to him and he laughs and kicks the ball over to you, and you catch it and throw it back to him with a shared laugh with him.

He sits down in the sand and you scoot closer to him. You're handed some hotdogs and sticks to cook over the fires made on the beach. You start one and hold a conversation about where you're from, why you were visiting, etc. The conversation was long, and filled with laughter and glances held longer than usual. Daniel handed you a drink and you declined, and he didn't drink as well.

You and Daniel just talk; it feels quite amazing. You haven't had a conversation like that in a long time, but everything falls out and you let your hand fall into his as you star-gaze further away from everyone else who was drunk and half-a drink away from throwing up on the beach. You almost find yourself staring at him more than the stars, admiring him underneath the full moon and stars. He looks beautiful both times: morning and night.

How are you supposed to leave Reseda and not think about Daniel when you leave back to Connecticut?

“I’m Y/N L/N, nice to see you again.”

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bubblegumflavor · 8 months ago

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Last night's random doodles turned into an actual fanfic idea! *_*;

Concept: The sweet, nerdy guy Daniel started to like is not quite what he thought..

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happy74827 · 1 year ago

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He’s Got The Fire

[Johnny Lawrence x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: To your surprise, Johnny shows up at your window unannounced, but it doesn’t take long to realize it’s not for kicks {GIF Creds: pilvimarja}.

WC: 2076

Category: Slight Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff, Introverted(ish)!Reader

Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t started writing this franchise earlier given how it’s about equal with my love for BTTF

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The sun had already gone down a while ago, the air was crisp, and the sky was starry. It was the perfect evening to watch the moon rise. The wind carried a chill, and the trees were almost bare, swaying in the breeze.

With a sigh, you closed the book you had been reading and stretched your legs, looking out the window of your room. By now, everyone had been asleep for a few hours, and you worked on upcoming assignments to pass the time. But when you had gotten to your last one, you just couldn't be bothered anymore, so you set it aside.

The quietness was nice, and the light from the moon cast a blue-ish glow on everything around you. You were so calm, but there was still something that had you feeling off.

Johnny.

He was never around much lately. It wasn't surprising, but it was disheartening. Ever since that championship loss a while back, he had been training even harder, and when he wasn't training, he was out doing god-knows-what.

You understood how important Cobra Kai was to him, but the fact that he was putting everything else on the back burner really had you worried. He had a tendency to go down the wrong path and not think about the consequences until after the fact. You hoped that wasn't what was happening this time.

Pulling your knees up, you rested your head on them and looked out at the night. There was a full moon, and you wondered if Johnny had noticed. He used to love taking walks at night just to see the moon and look up at the stars.

He had changed so much since then. That fire inside of him burned so brightly that sometimes you wondered if it would burn him, too.

Sitting like that for a while, you lost track of time. It was easy to get distracted and drift away from reality when your mind wandered. It was something you were trying to work on, and you were actually doing pretty well.

Until you heard a pang on your window.

Sitting up, you looked around, wondering if a bird had flown into it, but you saw nothing. Your mind immediately went to a branch falling or something like that, and you were ready to dismiss the strange noise and go back to daydreaming.

But the pang came again, and your heart leaped in your throat. You stood and cautiously moved toward the window. At the same time, a face popped up from below, and you shrieked.

He motioned for you to open the window, along with attempts to hush you. It was a very frantic gesture, and you felt your heart rate rise. You quickly opened the window and stuck your head out.

"Johnny?!" You whispered-yelled, and he was pulling himself up. "What are you doing?"

"Shhh!" He held a finger to his lips and looked behind him, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Johnny-"

"Do you want the whole neighborhood to know I'm here? Let me in!"

You stared at him for a moment longer before helping him through the window. It didn’t go as smoothly as one would expect, like the movies, but he managed to tumble in. You stood there, arms folded, as he dusted himself off.

You haven’t seen him in so long, and the day you choose to miss him, he shows up out of nowhere. You would’ve called yourself psychic if it weren’t for the fact that Johnny always did the unexpected.

He looked… good, to say the least. The red jacket still fit him perfectly; his blonde hair was combed and fluffy, and his eyes were still focused and alert, even if his body language seemed a little sluggish.

To be honest, Johnny was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. His sharp jawline, his toned muscles, and that cocky smile of his. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way he always looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

For a while, you didn’t understand why he chose to pursue you, of all people. He could have anyone he wanted. You weren't exactly a social butterfly, and you always got nervous and shy in the presence of others.

Johnny was the opposite of you. He was outgoing, and his charisma attracted everyone to him. And the way his voice was so smooth and deep. He could be the most annoying person on the planet, but when he said your name, you would melt.

So when he asked you out, you thought it was some sort of joke. I mean, he was the hottest guy in school. And you were just… you.

But then you realized there was more to him than just the bad boy exterior. He had a sensitive side, and his vulnerability was endearing. His family was… well, a lot. His mom was nice, but she had her fair share of issues, and his stepfather was a piece of work.

It only took one date to realize the Johnny you were accustomed to wasn’t the real him. The real him was like you… except he could kick ass and had some pent-up anger issues.

And yet, here you were.

"Johnny-" You began, but he stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You stood stiffly, arms at your sides.

"God, I've missed you."

That was the last thing you expected him to say. You felt your face heat up, your chest warm up, and your shoulders slumped. You melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him.

"I've missed you too."

You could feel him grin against the top of your head, and he squeezed you a little tighter. He was so warm, and it made you forget the fact that he was literally climbing through your window at almost midnight.

After a minute or so, he pulled away and held your face in his hands. You were looking into those piercing blue eyes, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice a little above a whisper.

He hesitated, and that was the moment you knew something was wrong. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I, uh… I needed to see you."

You raised an eyebrow, but you didn't say anything. You were waiting for him to elaborate, but when he didn't, you sighed and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the bed. You sat on the edge, and he followed.

"Johnny," You said, turning toward him and placing a hand on his knee. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just… wanted to see you."

You didn't say anything. You knew better than that. So you waited.

"Okay, okay," He sighed. "Look, I'm not gonna lie to you, but I can’t tell you why."

"That's reassuring."

"It's just… things are… well, I just needed to get away. It's nothing, I'm fine, don't worry."

You were silent. You didn't really know what to say. There was so much going on, and it was hard for you to believe him when he told you not to worry.

"Is it… Is it Sid? Your mom?"

"Just…” He shook his head and stood, rubbing the back of his neck. He started pacing, and that was when you knew he was really upset. “Just drop it, alright? Everything's fine."

“You ignored me for the past two weeks, Johnny. Something is wrong."

He stopped and glared at you, and you froze. You were taken aback by the expression on his face. He seemed frustrated and almost angry.

The look… you knew it wasn’t directed at you, but you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He was always so hot-headed and stubborn, and when his mood shifted, you had a hard time knowing what to do.

He seemed to realize his expression and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh.

"Sorry, God, I'm sorry, it's not you. I'm just-" He sighed and plopped back down on the bed next to you, running his hands over his face. "I'm a fucking mess, okay? Just forget I came."

It was weird how, in certain situations, you could completely shift into a different person. You’ve seen it in movies and TV, and it was a cliche. You didn’t think it would ever happen to you.

And yet, the second you heard the words come out of his mouth, you were hit with an overwhelming urge to turn his head towards yours, grab his face in your hands, and kiss him.

So you did.

You couldn’t really tell him why you did it. It just felt like the right thing to do, and it was an impulse. You figured it was the best way to let him know that you were here and he wasn’t alone.

The second your lips met, he was leaning into you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. You could feel the passion and desperation behind the kiss, and it took you a moment to match his energy.

He was rough and intense, and he pulled away after a few moments, moving to your neck. You gasped and gripped the collar of his jacket, feeling the heat of his lips on your skin.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. And it was true. You had missed him more than you had thought. You had almost forgotten how much of a force he was to be reckoned with.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to form words, but failing. Instead, you tugged on his jacket and pulled him towards you, hoping he would get the message.

And he did.

His lips found yours again, and he was pushing you back, holding himself above you with one hand. His other was moving up your shirt, his fingers grazing your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers danced across your ribs. His lips were rough, but they moved with such grace and delicacy it was hard to keep up.

He pulled away for a moment, and you looked up at him, catching your breath. His blonde hair was messy, and his eyes were a little hooded. He looked like a mess, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

You reached up and brushed his hair back, giving him a soft smile.

“Is that…” His eyes peered away from you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Do you still have that damn elephant?"

Your eyes followed his, and you spotted the elephant in question. It was a gift Johnny had given you back when things were different. Come to think of it, you weren’t even sure you were together at that point.

"Why wouldn't I?" You asked, and he chuckled. “Ozzy's special."

"You named it? What are you, ten?"

You swatted his arm, and he laughed again. His eyes found yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. It felt like old times.

"Don't make fun of him. You gave him to me."

"Yeah, whatever," He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. "Can't believe you kept him."

"I keep a lot of stuff, Johnny. Especially when they're meaningful."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes still focused on you. The moonlight was shining through the window and casting a shadow on his face.

"I keep a lot of things, too."

Before you could say anything, he was leaning down and kissing you again. You could tell this one was different, more meaningful, like he was pouring his heart and soul into the kiss.

And he was.

He wanted you to know how he felt about you without actually saying it. And although you weren’t really sure what was going on, you had a feeling this was what it was.

The fire inside of him was burning again, but finally, after so long, he realized that he needed to take a breather every now and then. Add some water to the flames.

It was a delicate balance. And although he may be bad at showing his feelings, talking about them, or acknowledging them, you were there to make sure he didn't lose himself in the heat.

And maybe, just maybe, the flame was a little more subdued, and the burn a little less harsh.

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