#karate kid fanfic

[happy74827]

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.

[creepiecreator]

Dog Day

Here you go @cobra-wives ! It took forever but I still got it done! I definitely gotta post this to my ao3 too if that is okay with you! ______________

John knew that Cobra Kai didn’t have the best reputation thanks to his teaching methods, and thanks to some of his students' behavior. The solution was clear, community service. It would help boost the community's view of his dojo, and it could help his students learn discipline. It seemed like a good idea. He didn’t think they’d have many options at first, but after looking into it more to see what they could do, he realized exactly how many charities around the valley needed volunteers. But only a few would provide what he needed. He needed something that could bring in plenty of positive attention, something that wasn’t controversial for once, and something that involved exercise for the kids.  The solution was clear: pet shelters. They were always looking for people to walk and care for the dogs, so they always needed people, and it involved at least some kinds of exercise. Dogs were always well-loved by practically everyone. It seemed perfect. He had ended up selecting one that seemed to be the most desperate for people. It was a little bit of a drive, but he knew the boys he taught could make it out there. Especially since Johnny often drove his friends around, which would make things easier. Really, in his opinion. It was perfect.

So he wasted no time in getting a slot scheduled for the group. Informing each of the boys that they would be heading out to get some out of the box training in by beginning to donate their time to the local humane society. The boys were, understandably, confused. But he wasn’t about to explain jack shit to these kids. They’d understand it once Cobra Kai started to be seen as better than it used to be, and they’d understand the work ethic that got put into them over this down the line.

The day arrived only a week later, John ended up leaning against his car while he waited for the Cobra’s to arrive, keeping a sharp eye on his watch. He had already decided that if they were late whatsoever that they would have to clean up the shelter’s yard after practice and do laps around the building. Luckily for them, however, the cars rolled into the parking lot two minutes before the set deadline. He glanced up once a familiar head of blonde hair popped out of the driver's seat. “You were cutting it close. Mr. Lawrence. Three minutes later and you and your friends would have been on cleaning duty.”

“Sorry Sensei!” Johnny called, genuinely a bit apologetic. “We would have been here sooner if it wasn’t for someone taking forever to get ready-” He glanced towards one of his friends. Bobby Brown. Who rolled his eyes and began to respond. “Hey! I would have been faster if-”

“It doesn’t matter whose fault it is.” John interrupted, giving the group of boys a stern look. “Inside, let’s go.” He started inside without another word, knowing the boys would follow behind him. After so many years of training underneath him in the ways of karate, they were well-trained. He never wanted to have to order them to do something twice, and they knew that well. It made plenty of moments easier than they would have been otherwise. Kreese checked in at the desk, making sure each of the Cobra’s did the same before they were led out to the yard by a member of the shelters staff, the dogs were waiting out in the yard for them, supervised originally by a wimpy looking guy who was wearing a volunteer badge. Once they arrived though, the scrawny little shrimp had left pretty quickly. Probably to go do something else around the shelter. That was good. If he had to deal with a guy like that while training his students, it would probably just add another stressor to his day. He looked like he would be the type to whine about everything. He hated people like that.

The metal door leading back into the shelter shut behind them after a moment, John turning on his heel to face his students. Most looked awkward. Lawrence seemed to be watching one of the labs, Dutch, one of the goofy pit bulls, and god help him, Tommy was completely lost in his own world. That is, they were doing that until John cleared his throat. “Well? The hell are you waiting for? We’re here to volunteer with the dogs. Get to work.” It wasn’t often that he gave such vague instructions. He liked things done a certain way, and that was always his own way. But now, unfortunately, wasn’t the time for such things. So long as some type of exercise was involved that wasn’t like that pansy-ass stuff like ‘Zumba’ or yoga and that shit, it was fine.

After a chorus of “Yes Sensei’s!” The group dispersed into the yard, each ending up with one or two dogs to attend to while John took over the supervisor role. Or at least. That was how it started. He had been just observing the group, walking around some while doing so to make sure they weren’t trying to laze around. Jimmy was playing with one of the smaller mutts, running around the sides of the yard with the dog chasing him, right on his heels looking like it was having the time of its life. Johnny had ended up with the lab he had been eyeing, getting it to jump to try to catch a Frisbee, which looked like…ah, yeah. One of the times he had thrown it, it had hit Bobby directly in the head. Kid had it coming if he wasn’t paying attention. His attention had been about to turn to the others when a white and brown pit bull had ended up wandering over to his side, sitting and simply just…staring at him, mere inches from his leg. So John stared back. Then, the four legged creature just.stuck its paw out and hit his leg.

Now that was odd.

John knelt down beside it, beginning to supply gentle scratches behind her ear.  “This what you want?” It was dumb to question a dog, he knew that they couldn’t respond. But he seemed to get an answer anyway, in her own way. Considering how she leaned into it so heavily she almost fell over. He almost chuckled at that, moving to go and check the temporary caller that hung around her neck. Mittsey, huh? Fitting, considering the little white paws. She held his attention for a lot longer than he had intended, as mere moments later he heard Brown’s voice nearby him. “Uh…sensei?”

“Yes, Mr. Lawrence?” He looked over to him, raising one brow as he observed Bobby, Johnny next to him and still leading the dog around using the Frisbee. “I was thinking- if we come back here again and this dog is still here-he’s pretty tough so-” Oh goddammit. John knew exactly where this conversation was going to go. And he had no doubt that Brown had been the mastermind behind this. Or at least he hoped he was. There was a reason why Lawrence was his top student, and Brown was simply just second best. “No. We are not getting a dog for the dojo.” He started immediately, cutting him off. It was best to not let that stupidity go on for long. “I was just-”

“I said no. Mr. Brown. Do I make myself clear?” If he had to say it one more time - luckily the boy at least had the brains to back off at that. He nodded his head. “Yes Sensei!” He was upset, but getting a dog for the dojo was just a plain stupid idea, and John wasn’t about to entertain such ideas. He had turned his attention back to the dog, only to hear the unmistakable voice of Johnny Lawrence. “Sensei…?”

“Now what. This better not be about the damn dojo dog thing again.” He warned, annoyance clearly displayed in his tone as he looked to his top student once more. At least Bobby had actually gone back to working out with the dog he had been working with earlier. That was one less child to deal with. “No, Sensei. It’s just. You’re holding that dog pretty hard, sir.”

Kreese glanced down to the pit bull, she seemed perfectly fine, tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth with the dumbest expression written all over her face. Then he looked back at Johnny. “Her name is Mittsey, Mr. Lawrence. And she’s a damn fighter,” That much he had decided on already. She was a tough dog. Even if she looked about as smart as a chicken without a head was. He had a damn good feeling that she was smarter than she let on. “20 laps around the yard with that lab of yours. Now.” He supposed the look on his face was more than enough to get Johnny to stop questioning him, glaring at the eighteen-year-old until he had started his laps before he went back to giving Mittsey some much deserved attention.

By the end of that day, all the boys were completely tired out thanks to each of the dogs seemingly having boundless energy, Kreese dismissed them when the sun started to show signs of setting soon. It was safe to say that this shelter would have a group of consistent volunteers now. John waited for that red Avanti with five of his students to leave the parking lot before he went back to his own truck to start his way back home. But for once, this was a drive he wouldn’t make alone. The white and brown pit bull shoving her head out the window to enjoy her first tastes of freedom as the two of them headed to their now shared home.

[backinblack-80]

Ugh, so I have had a really hard time recently updating my fics. I open my WIPs and just half-heartedly write a few words and close them again. This bothers me as I have ideas for some fics that I would love to share, but cannot find any enthusiasm for writing. Between real-life stuff taking a front seat, a reevaluation of my goals, reading a lot of books right now over fanfics, and just the general feeling that the fandom is so tiny that no one out there is reading anymore, I am struggling. I don't know of I have closed the book on writing for this fandom but sometimes I think I am close, which makes me sad ☹️ Love to the KK/CK fanfic writers out there still contributing. I see you and I appreciate you ❤️

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

4, 13, 21, 24, 25, 33, 42, 57, 63, 70 and 71 for the fic writer ask game!

Thank you for the questions! Okay, this took some time and thought. And some of my answers are long. It will be under a "read more" out of convenience and respect for my mutuals and followers.

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

I really want to write a background and sidestory for a one-off character from George Lopez that Tony O'Dell played. I don't think I've written it yet for a few reasons:

a) I don't know if his character is named Blaine (dialogue and closed captions) or Patrick (credits on IMDb and from the end of the episode).

b) I kinda want to ask Tony about that episode and role.

c) I haven't had time or haven't sat down and focused on it enough to start writing it.

No, I don't experience existential dread over it.

13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

This isn't going to take long. But in writing my first fic, Is This Love?, I learned that I can write sexy things. This is the opposite of the "write what you know" advice. I have done research and will continue to do more. I've talked with others who have written smut. And I have had some friends read over what little I have written. As I tend to write out of sequence, I haven't published the smut and I'm still a bit anxious about it, but I decided to do this to prove to myself that I could. I wouldn't be upset if Is This Love? is the only fic that I write that contains smut, but proud of myself.

21. pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.

A fellow fanfic writer? Hmm, I would say @curiousdamage @missviolethunter @cecexwrites @rynnie-rynn @themaradwrites @avatarskywalker78 and/or @the-time-lord-oracle.

With Curious, MissV, Rynn, and/or AvatarSkywalker78, I would write something for The Karate Kid or Cobra Kai because that is the main fandom that we have in common. The first three were with me when I created my OCs and I honestly would trust them to write Julie or Alyssa. But all of them have strengths writing other characters in that fandom that I'm not sure I can do justice or write with the nuance they deserve.

Curious, MissV, and I could finally write that spinoff/revival-type fanfic for The Equalizer with Scott McCall and his OC daughter as the central characters. Or Curious and I could write a Cagney & Lacey story.

With Cece, it would probably be a story set in the Wizarding World with supporting and minor canon characters.

Obviously, a Doctor Who story with The_Time_Lord_Oracle.

And were I to write an original story, it would be with Rynn or Mara.

All of these writers are ones that I greatly admire, consider friends, have created some of the best original characters (I wish they all were canon and I would protect them to the end), and have written many of my favorite stories.

If you are asking about published/professional authors, I'm not sure. Maybe Rick Riordan, Richelle Mead, David McIntee, Timothy Zahn, Jude Watson, or Cassandra Clare (yes, I know some of the allegations against her, but she is still one of my favorite YA writers).

24. on average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

It really depends on it's a workday vs. weekend, how much time I've had to write, and how inspired I was. If I write at least 500 words, I consider it a productive day.

25. what’s your revision or rewriting process like?

I edit as I write, which makes the writing process longer, I'm sure. Then I send it to my beta. After I hear their thoughts and suggestions, I take into account if those serve the story and make appropriate edits. Then I will post it on AO3.

33. do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

Honestly, a very rough plot idea. The characters are my main focus and I spend more time thinking about how to develop them and how they will react to the plot.

42. describe the aesthetic of a story in 5 words.

Let me preface this with "I'm not sure that I'm doing this right."

Family. Friendship. Discovery. Magic. Adventure.

57. what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were reading it?

Okay, these might not be the actual last things, but they are the best that I can remember: Camille Coduri's natural hair color and Billie Piper's eye color.

63. what’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?

I've read so many fics that I honestly don't know. I'm sorry.

70. are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?

Yeah, I think I am. I second-guess myself a lot. I edit as I write, so I might spend hours on the same damn paragraph because I didn't like the original word choice, felt it was too similar to something I had previously written, or numerous other reasons. I once nearly trashed everything I wrote for Is This Love? and lay on my bed crying because I thought I was being too harsh on Jimmy and my OC Julie.

71. how do you balance writing and life? do you ever feel overwhelmed by the amount of writing you have to do?

Hahaha. Balance? What's that? Ironic isn't it, considering that I write for The Karate Kid and Cobra Kai? Yes, I constantly feel overwhelmed by the amount of writing that I have to do. I want to be able to post two chapters for three of my WIPs by the end of 2024. I haven't worked on two of them at all yet. I haven't done any writing since early or mid-February. Sometimes, I feel like a failure because I started writing Is This Love? in 2018 and I haven't even started writing the scenes concurrent with the plot of The Karate Kid, while I've got friends and mutuals who can write, finish, and post a few multichapter fics within a few months.

[aarons-corner]

I’m writing a Daniel Larusso x og Cobras Story. You guys should check it out (if u want)

[sensei-venus]

Posting a Alpha!Dutch x Omega!Female!Reader smut fic in a hour or so.

I'm to thirsty for the og cobra’s.😩

[beah388love]

Cuddling them

18+ Minors DNI!!!

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Miguel: Miguel loved when you played with his hair when you cuddled and he would always lay on top of you and you loved it.

Eli/hawk: You both loved cuddling and hes the biggest spoon ever so you was always so comfy whem you guys cuddled. and when you did he would tell you about his day and you would fall asleep to his voice.

Demetri: Demetri isnt very affectionate so when you guys did cuddle it was the best , he would always hold your hand and just look at your face(not in a weird way) just to admire your beauty the entire time.

Robby: He loved cuddling you it was a must in your relationship and he would always have his head in the crook of your neck he loved it , he would also play with your hair and make weird shapes with the ends.

Young Daniel Larusso:He loved having his arms around you whilst cuddling and kissing your face all over , and he would always fall asleep once he got comfortable.

Young Johnny Lawrence: Johnny would always spoon you and have his head in the crook of your neck or resting on your shoulder and would randomly place small kisses on your neck/shoulder.

[saint-petah-the-good]

my biggest fear is being closed in a room with all of my fictional crushes

[backinblack-80]

I love this series so much, and all these little details are why it is one of my favorites. If you have never read this series, why not???!!! Get reading!!!! 😆

I've been reading my fic Shelter in Place lately and cackling at all the little future references I managed to cram into that fic that probably meant nothing to anyone at the time, but I knew they were going to tie in later...

Johnny sarcastically calling himself the saviour of the world was because I knew down the line he actually kinda would be with immunity and the Cattle Drive 🤣

This was the point where the army actually DID try to take everyone to safety, but Kreese scared them away, and Johnny slept through the whole thing because he was drunk lol

Yep, there was someone keeping the lights on 😉

I knew that later on Johnny was going to end up as some kind of folk hero. I mean, who could miss a guy in a bright red jacket in a bright sports car punching zombies in the face? 🤣

This scene was very deliberate - I needed Johnny to be getting exposed to the zombie blood right from the start so he could begin to build his immunity. That's why he shot one at close range.

There's probably loads more, but I'm only up to chapter 4 in my re-read lol

[cheoridoll]

confessing —

pairing: robby keene x reader

warning: nothing, just something cute.

includes: robby confessing his love.

note: thinking of releasing a robby obscenity, perhaps?

words counted: 1.200

playlist for the fic: spotify | again, excuse the bad english! english isn't my first language :)

At the back of the dojo, Robby paced restlessly, his right hand stroking his chin in a visibly failed attempt to calm his nerves.

He was still wearing a kimono, with messy hair and bandages on his eyebrows. The black highlighted his muscles, which had been worked in the fight, while the yellow of the coat of arms highlighted his hair, which was as shiny as that of a certain princess when she sang.

"Damn, damn, damn" — he repeated to himself as he walked around. Across the mat.

Sam laughed at the whole situation, finding it adorable how his friend acted under the effects of love, even though she was in the same happy situation. She was clinging to Miguel, one of his current best friends, the same one who helped Robby choose the rings he would give to the girl he was going to declare his love to at the end of the day, since Diaz, having been raised only by his mother, had a certain notion of what girls liked.

The girl took classes at night, the only time allowed by the sensei, who said that they would be simple classes, below beginner level, because according to him, "the girls didn't have any aptitude". Pathetic.

The boys never denied having a certain hatred towards Kreese's idiotic and ill-thought-out speeches, always making a point of covering their ears, humming or even running to the bathroom when the oldest began his speeches.

"Relax, you idiot!" — Diaz threw one of the foam bricks in his direction, hitting Robby's already bruised face. "She already said she loved you."

"I know, I... Ah." — he turned his body and threw himself on the floor, looking at a random stain on the ceiling of the dojo. "She said she loved me and I ran away like a coward."

"You're afraid of women." — Sam said ironically, looking at Miguel.

The blond couldn't stop laughing, escaping a little from the nervousness that was consuming him internally, leaving aside the hands that seemed to crawl like slugs.

The clock rang. It was on time. The students began to enter the dojo, while Kreese rolled his eyes in boredom and contempt, leaving the place as fast as a sprinter, making way for the night teachers, Miguel and Robby.

"Okay girls, let's warm up first, walk in circles around the dojo, then run, alternating between slow and fast." — Diaz took the lead, seeing that his friend was busy drying the newbie still confused on how to put on her belt.

Adorable.

The whole class had been hectic, as the girls had blood in their eyes, and as recent professionals, they could say that not even the most experienced boys fought dirty like the girls. In a good way, perhaps.

"Hey!" — Robby ran, almost tripping over his own feet due to fatigue. "I need to, yeah..." — He cleared his throat, looking for the words he would use, the right words so that he wouldn't come out automatically and end up saying more than he should, more or less than he feels.

"Talking to you, seriously, I need to tell you something."

She laughed. Robby's world seemed to fall apart, not in a tragic way as it seemed. She laughed tenderly, gracefully like one of the beautiful flowers in the school garden, the ones Robby steals every morning, hoping to give them to his beloved, always giving up a second before. His world fell apart, fell apart when he realized that no words would be enough to show enough.

A tightness invaded his chest, leaving him desolate for a few seconds, to the point that the girl needed to call him, say his name several times, something that gave him a certain feeling of being in heaven next to an angel, due to such a melody.

"Sweet?" — There. That speech was the one that no longer allowed Robby to hold his tongue, no longer paying attention to automatic, he just spoke and spoke, as if tomorrow no longer existed.

"I love you. And, and it hurts me every single day, the way I ran away like a coward, the regret of not having pulled you by the arms and kissed every little detail that I love so much about you, which perhaps would have been impossible, since I don't just love your exterior, but also your interior, this wonderful woman that you are, your personality, your grace and tenderness, fuck, I don't even like swear words, what did I say? But, hell, you're the woman I want to be with."

The fighter remained silent, leaving the blond distressed, breathing irregularly and sweating visibly. He was as cold as an ice cube. Daniel, who was watching through the window of the small room, could have sworn that his friend was about to faint, Johnny and he were already preparing to run in case something really happened to the boy.

"I hate you, you know?" — Finally something came out of her mouth, surprising him, not in a positive way.

"Did I do it too late? That, I mean, declare myself?"

"Yes." — He sighed, throwing his body against the other's.

Robby was confused again, what was she doing? "But I love you, I love you so much that I can't say exactly what goes on in my chest and my head, they constantly fight with me."

They both laughed, still hugging each other, enjoying the short time they had together.

"You can do what you want."

"What did I want?" — She smiled, amused by the boy's short memory, taking the lead in the action that Robby had been waiting so long to do.

The fighter put her arms around the other's neck, carefully caressing the nape of her current love's neck. The caress soon went from a simple demonstration of what was about to happen, their lips collided, the movements became loose, both guided, a beautiful fit, there were no misunderstandings, or fight for command. As I said, a fit, the perfect fit.

"I love you, Robby."

"I love you too, my princess."

I'm very happy that you enjoyed my previous fanfic! That really makes me very motivated. Oh, and I place orders! :)

[extinctlesspains]

Not rlly a request but do you think Kwon would let his gf top (like riding)

He doesn’t strike me as a sub so I feel like he would do it to watch her struggle taking him and tease her 🤭🤭

𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊!!

Kwon would let his girlfriend top AS A REMINDER that he's always going to be the top.

I feel like he would do it to tease and teach you to shut up and stop complaining about him going too slow or something. If you say something like "Go faster Kwon," He'll stop and make you ride him saying, "okay love, go ahead. Go your own speed." And as soon as he sees you slowing down on his cock he'll laugh and degrade you.

𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤

"Kwon please-" you gasp and squirm under his hot touch as he slowly thrusts into your swollen cunt. He laughs at your pathetic phase, grabbing your chin to make you stare at him. "Oh dont be complaining baby..." Kwon said, his tip hitting a sensitive spot in your cunt that makes you grip onto the sheets for dear life.

"Kwon! There-" Your demands sent him over the edge. One second your beneath him and the next, he flips you over so your on top.

"Go ahead baby, do what you want." You widen your eyes, baffled by his bold action. "What- but-"

"Ride me before I leave you with no orgasm." He stared up at you with a clenched jaw. His dark and fierce eyes burned into yours before you knew it you were riding him, slowly. "Faster baby cmon..." He threw your words back at you. You looked away, embarrassed by his degradation.

He laughed in your face, grabbing your left cheek and making you face him. "Not so easy?" He teased while tilting his head. "Are you going to shut up and let me do my job?" You nodded, slowing down. "Good girl." He whispered and put a light peck on your cheek before flipping you again and pounding into you.

[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.

[xgryffinwhore]

Drive me crazy

Summary: Johnny and Her have always been best friends, but could this house party change everything?

Warnings: Smut, swearing, angst, smoking, drinking

Word count: 8K

The music at the Cobra Kai house party was loud—too loud, but Johnny Lawrence didn’t care. He leaned back against the couch, a half-empty beer in his hand, eyes lazily scanning the room. He wasn’t really paying attention to the chaos around him, though. His mind was somewhere else, like it had been for the past few weeks.

His best friend was across the room, laughing, talking to some of the other girls from school, and looking way too good tonight. She always looked good, but recently, something had shifted. The way Johnny looked at her had changed. He hated to admit it—even to himself—but every time he saw her now, his chest tightened. It was starting to mess with him.

He took another swig of beer, trying to shake it off. She was his best friend, for crying out loud. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this about her. But every time she smiled, every time she caught his eye and flashed him that look that made him feel like he was the only one who mattered... It was driving him crazy.

Johnny had already had more to drink than usual. He was trying to push down these stupid feelings that were bubbling up, but the more he drank, the harder it got to ignore them. And then it happened—some girl, one of the loudmouths from school, started talking to his best friend. At first, Johnny didn’t think much of it. But then he saw the way the girl was laughing, a little too loudly, making snide remarks like she was better than her.

His best friend lunged at the loudmouth's jaw.

He slammed his beer down and got to his feet, weaving through the party.

Before things could escalate further, Johnny did something that surprised everyone in the room, including himself. Without thinking, he turned to his best friend, grabbed her by the waist, and in one quick motion, threw her over his shoulder. The room fell silent for a second as everyone stared, but Johnny didn’t care.

“Come on,” he muttered, his voice rough, as he made his way toward the door with her still slung over his shoulder.

The alcohol heavy in her system as she was lifted off the ground by him. She attempted miserably to flail her arms and legs as he carried her out of the house party like a sack of potatoes.

It was always *something* with them. Whether it was hot headed arguments, her dragging him away from a fight, or him dragging her. Their friendship is an interesting dynamic, nonetheless.* "Johnny, what the hell?" She slurred.

Johnny carried her outside, her weight familiar and comfortable against him. He was painfully aware of their proximity as he walked, her body pressed against him, the warmth of her skin seeping through his shirt. He grumbled under his breath, trying to ignore the feeling stirring in his chest.

He didn't stop until they were a fair distance from the party, the music now a faint thump in the background. He set her down gently, his grip lingering on her waist for a moment too long before he abruptly pulled his hands away.

She stood there, crossed armed, he *really* didn't have to do all of that. She huffed, she was torn, although he was always butting in, she knew he really did care for her. Her expression softened as she pondered over these conflicting thoughts.

She laughs at the irony. Johnny was always known for starting fights, he has the lowest temper in the valley. "Thats *rich* coming from you lawrence.”

"That’s different" He retorted, taking a step closer. He could smell the faint scent of her perfume, the familiar smell making his head spin. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to reach for her.

"You can’t just go around picking fights that I then have to rescue you from." He closed the remaining distance between them, his eyes never leaving hers. "You gotta stop being so goddamn reckless."

"Yeah you really can't be the one telling me that" she shakes her head. Johnny is the last person to be telling her this. The amount of reckless fights he'd gotten into, for worse reasons than hers, he should just shut his stubborn mouth now. *Man ,that stubborn mouth...* She shakes off the thought. 

Johnny bristled at her dismissive tone, his stubborn nature rising to the surface. "Yeah? And why not? I've had to save your ass more times than I can count." He stepped closer, his body mere inches from hers now. He could feel her breath on his skin, the heat radiating off her body. *God, he wanted her so badly.*

"You gotta start thinking before you act. I'm sick of your stupidity."

Her eyes locked with his icy blue ones, his comment having a bitter taste in her mouth. "And I'm sick of you being an asshole" she rebuttals. It couldn't be farther from the truth. Sure, he was pretty much insufferable. But she couldn't get enough. 

Johnny's jaw clenched as her words hit a nerve. He was used to her fiery comebacks, but something about this one stung. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way her eyes gleamed with determination, but he couldn't stop himself from taking another step closer.

He was so close now that their chests were almost touching. He could feel her breath against his lips, and all he wanted to do was close the remaining space between them. Instead, he gritted his teeth and retorted, "Yeah, well, I'm not the one constantly needing saving."

HIs musk affected her more than she wanted to admit. Her thoughts were clouded, her brain going foggy as she looked up at him, his blonde hair messy and perfect. She was drunk, being this close to him while she was impaired was definitely not good.

"I..I.." she started, shaking her head. She quickly turned away, heading back inside. One more second out there with him, and she didn't know what would have happened. 

Johnny wanted to stop her, to pull her back and hold her against him. But his arms hung at his sides, frozen in place. He watched numbly as she walked away, his mind racing. *What the hell was happening to him*? He was supposed to be her best friend, not some lovesick idiot.

He let out a frustrated curse, raking a hand through his hair. He couldn't go back to the party, not now. He needed some air, some time to think, to put his emotions back in check.

The door opened again, Bobby waltzed outside, completely trashed. Bobby was Johnny's other best friend, sure he's an idiot, but he knew JOhnny better than anyone. "Hey man, came out for a cig, want one?" 

Johnny looked up, somewhat relieved to see Bobby stumbling out of the party. "Yeah, sure." He said gruffly. He took the offered cig and lit it, inhaling deeply. The nicotine hit his system, helping him calm down a fraction.

Bobby glanced at him, noticing the conflicted look on his face. "You alright, man?"

Johnny shrugged noncommittally, taking another drag. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Bobby, tipsy as he was, knew Johnny better than anyone. He could sense that there was something more going on, something bothering his best friend. "You sure, man? You look like you've got something on your mind."

Johnny was silent for a moment. He didn't want to talk about it, but he also knew that he couldn't keep his thoughts bottled up forever.

"It's just..." He trailed off, staring at the ground. He took another drag of his cigarette, gathering his thoughts. "I don't know, man. Things are complicated right now."

Bobby nodded understandingly. "Complicated how? With a girl?"

Johnny let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, something like that."

Bobby raised an eyebrow. "Is it... *her*?"

Johnny's silence was all the confirmation Bobby needed. He knew how Johnny felt about his best friend. He'd been the one dealing with Johnny's drunk ramblings and love-fueled rants for months.

Johnny glanced up at him, almost surprised that he'd figured it out. "Is it that obvious?"

Bobby chuckled. "Kinda. You're not exactly subtle, man."

Johnny let out a heavy sigh. "I just... I don't know what to do, man. She drives me crazy. I can't shake these feelings. And I don't know how to deal with them."

Bobby took a drag of his own cigarette, thinking for a moment. "I see the way she looks at you man, she’s gotta at least feel *something*” Bobby puts his arm around Johnny's shoulders. “I mean face it, you guys fight like cats and dogs, then are all over each other the next day.”

Johnny sighs, running a hand through his hair. He knew Bobby was right. Their friendship was a strange and tumultuous thing. They drove each other crazy, getting into fights over the dumbest things, only to make up just as quickly. 

But lately, the fights have been less angry, and more... *something else*. They were always touching, standing too close, stealing glances when they thought the other wasn't looking. It was so damn confusing.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Johnny muttered, taking another drag of his cigarette. "It's just... I don’t know. Things have been different lately. We've been fighting more than usual, and then making up just as quickly. It's like there's this... *tension* between us."

"Tension?" Bobby echoed, raising an eyebrow. "What kind of tension?"

Johnny let out a frustrated huff. "I don't know, man. It's like every time we're together, I can't help but want to be closer to her. I wanna touch her, hold her, *goddammit*, I don't even know what I want!"

Bobby chuckled. "Sounds like you got it bad, man."

Johnny shot him a glare, but there was no heat behind it. "Yeah, really helpful." he muttered, taking another drag of his cigarette. "What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"You gotta tell her how you feel, man" Bobby said, giving Johnny a brotherly pat on the back

Johnny rolled his eyes. "Right, because that's gonna go over so well. 'Hey, I know we've been friends forever, but I want something more all of a sudden.' She'll probably just laugh in my face."

"Your Johnny Lawrence for god sakes, every chick at west valley basically passes out when you enter a room. Where is the arrogant son of a bitch I know?" Bobby pressed.

Johnny bristled a little at the comment, but deep down, he knew Bobby was right. He was used to girls falling all over him, begging for a scrap of his attention. This was different. This was *her*. 

He let out a scoff. "It's not the same. She's... different." He said finally, the words coming out more vulnerable than he intended.

"Different how?" Bobby pushed

Johnny paused for a moment, trying to find the words to explain it. "She doesn't look at me like the other girls do. She sees past the Johnny Lawrence charm and the Cobra Kai crap. She sees the real me, the one no one else does. And for some reason, she still sticks around."

“And that’s gotta mean something” Bobby takes a drag. Johnny nodded, mulling over Bobby's words. He knew his friend was right, but the thought of confessing his feelings scared the crap out of him. "I know, man. It does. I just... I don't know how to tell her. What if she doesn't feel the same? I wouldn't be able to lose her as a friend." Bobby shakes his head, putting out the cigarette "So you'd rather be just friends forever, then take the risk?"

Johnny bristled at Bobby's words. He hated being called out like that. But he knew his friend was right.

He let out a frustrated huff. "Of course not. I want more than friendship. But... I don't know if I'm ready to deal with the fallout if she doesn't feel the same. I don't know what I'd do without her."

"So what, you're just gonna pine after her forever?"

Johnny didn't have a response to that. The thought of spending the rest of his life wanting her, but never having her, sounded like hell. But the thought of losing her entirely terrified him even more.

"This isn't like you, man" Bobby said, his tone now softer. "You're Johnny Lawrence. You're tough, you're confident, you go after what you want. Since when did you start being a coward?"

Johnny bristled at the word "coward." He hated being called that. It was a sign of weakness, something he wasn't used to. 

"I'm not a coward" he bit out, his voice harsh, "It's just... this is different. She's different. I wouldn-” 

He broke off, his voice catching in his throat, the realization hitting him that he was basically making excuses.

Bobby could see the emotional turmoil on Johnny's face and knew he was getting through to him.

"Listen, man" he said, "What are you more afraid of? Losing her as a friend, or spending the rest of your life wondering 'what if'?"

Johnny was silent for a moment, his mind warring with his heart. He hated that Bobby was right. He hated that he had no good argument. 

He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?" he grumbled, but there was no real anger behind it.

"Yeah, but that's what friends are for" Bobby replied, grinning. "So what's it gonna be man? Are you gonna grow some balls and tell her how you feel, or are you gonna just keep moping around like a lovesick puppy?"

"Oh, shut up" Johnny grumbled, but he couldn't suppress a small smile. He knew Bobby was right, as much as it killed him to admit it. 

He let out a deep breath. "Yeah, okay. I'll do it. But if she laughs at me and never speaks to me again, I swear to god, I'm gonna kick your ass."

"I'll hold you to that" Bobby chuckled, slapping Johnny on the shoulder. "And hey, who knows, maybe she'll surprise you and jump your bones, right on the spot" he joked, the alcohol making him bolder.

Johnny's cheeks flushed slightly at the comment, despite himself. He tried to hide it with a scoff, but deep down, that thought *did* cross his mind.

"Yeah, right" he muttered, though his voice betrayed a hint of hope.

"Remember what sensei Kreese taught us, strike first and strike hard," Bobbys said.

Johnny chuckled, some of his usual swagger returning. "Damn right. No mercy, right?"

He stood up straight, squaring his shoulders. He felt a flicker of determination, mixed with a healthy dose of nerves. He couldn't back down now.

"Alright, man, I'm gonna do it. I'll talk to her tonight."

Bobby playfully punches Johnny, "Atta boy Lawrence, ready to go back in?"

Johnny nodded, taking one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. "As ready as I'll ever be."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He wasn't sure what the outcome would be, but he knew it was time he stopped being a coward.

They headed back inside, the sound of music and chatter hitting them at full force. Johnny scanned the room for any sign of her, his nerves heightening with every passing second.

She was on the dancefloor, and her friends clearly had one too many. She sways her hips to the music, the way she rolled her body was utterly tantalizing. Bobby follows Johnny's glance "Oh shit.. she looks.." "I know..." Johnny replied, his voice low. His eyes remained fixed on her, watching as she danced and laughed with her friends. 

He could feel his heart thudding in his chest, his palms beginning to sweat. His mind was racing with all the things he wanted to say to her, all the words that had been bottled up inside him for months.

She threw her head back, laughing at whatever her and her friends were talking about as they moved their bodies. She ran her hands down her torso, feeling the music everywhere as she continued to rock. 

Johnny's eyes tracked every movement, every touch of her hand to her body. He wanted, no, *needed*, to be the one causing those movements, the one making her laugh like that. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, a mixture of desire and frustration coursing through him. "Can't blame you man" Bobby reasoned.

Johnny nodded, his eyes still locked on her. "She... she's just..." 

He trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence. How do you explain the effect this girl had on him? It was like she was his sunshine and his poison all rolled into one.

"She's something else, man" he finally said, his voice filled with a mix of awe and frustration.

She turned her head, meeting eyes with Johnny through the sea of people. She thought he left after their little tiff. She gave him a lazy smile.

Johnny's breath hitched in his throat as her eyes met his. For a moment, the room seemed to fade away, and it was just them. 

He felt frozen under her gaze, his heart thudding in his chest. Then she smiled at him, all warm and crooked, and it was like a jolt to his system.

He forced himself to smile back, a small, nervous flutter to it. 

"What the hell are you waiting for Johnny, strike first" Bobby shoved him toward her.

Johnny stumbled forward, his heart in his throat. "Hey, watch it" he grumbled, but there was no real heat behind it.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. *Strike first*. Bobby's words echoed in his ears as he made his way over to her.

As he drew closer, he could see the surprise flicker in her eyes. But then she smiled, that same lazy, crooked smile that made his heart skip a beat.

"Hey" he said, his voice surprisingly steady. "Mind if I steal you away for a minute?'

"Hey there Johnny boy, I thought you left" She slurs. 

Despite her intoxicated state, she still managed to make his name sound like a tease. He couldn't help but smile, even though the sight of her being drunk off her ass worried him a bit.

"Nah, I'm still here" he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I need to talk to you about something though. It's important."

Her expression drops "What? Like now?" she says, her voice laced with concern. She tries to read his face, unsure of what he is thinking.

Johnny can see the uncertainty in her eyes, and he feels a pang of guilt for making her wonder where the conversation was going. "Yeah, now" he replies, his voice firm. "It's something I should've said a long time ago. So you're gonna hear me out, okay?"

She nods her head silently as he leads her to the bathroom, it's the only place in this stupid house party with any privacy. 

"Is.. Is everything okay?" She asks, her brow furrowing. "Listen if this is about earlier I'm sorry okay-" Johnny shakes his head, cutting her off. "No, it's not about that. I mean, it kind of is, but not really." 

He lets out a heavy sigh, taking a step closer to her. "I just... I got something important to tell you, alright? Just promise me you'll hear me out before you respond, okay?"

She looks at him skeptically. She glossed over his serious features, he looked so handsome. "Okay johnny.."

Her agreement washes a wave of relief over him. He takes another step closer to her, their bodies now a mere foot apart.

"Look, I know this seems sudden and random, but I've been thinking about this for a while now," he begins. 

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself. 

"There's something about you, there's always been something. And it's more than just friendship, more than just a stupid little crush, I-"

"Wait wait wait" She interrupts, even though she said she wouldn't. "Youre- youre drunk, we cant.. you shouldn't be-" Johnny's eyes widen at her interruption, a small flicker of anger flaring up in him. He couldn't believe she was brushing him off right now, when he was finally pouring his heart out to her. 

"I'm not drunk" he grumbles, his voice harsh. "And you said you'd hear me out, remember?"

She bites backher words, letting him continue.

Johnny lets out a breath, trying to calm himself. He knows getting mad at her isn't going to help his case.

"I'm not drunk" he repeats, his voice softer this time. "And what I'm trying to say is... Damn, this is harder than I thought it'd be."

He runs a hand through his hair, looking at her with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I like you. More than I should, in a way that's more than just friends. I have for a long time now, I just never had the guts to say it."

Her eyes widened at his confession. *This isn't happening* This can't happen, Johnny is her best friend. There is no possible way..

"You.. you.." She stuttered.

Johnny could see the shock in her eyes, the disbelief written all over her face. He knew this wasn't easy to hear, especially considering their friendship.

But he couldn't back down now. He'd come too far to turn back.

"You can't tell me you haven't felt something" he says, his voice low and intense. "All the fights we've gotten into, the tension between us, it's never been just friendly. You *know* it hasn't."

Her throat felt dry, this had to be a dream. "I-" he couldn't formulate a proper sentence, especially when he was this close, being this vulnerable, like she'd never seen him before. 

Johnny takes another step closer to her, closing the already small gap between them. He's standing directly in front of her now, towering over her smaller frame. 

He can see the mixture of shock and confusion in her eyes, and it's almost too much to bear. He never wanted to make her feel like this, but he had to get these feelings off his chest. 

"Look at me" he says, his voice firm, but laced with tenderness. "Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm bullshitting."

She looked at him, her best friend. It was always more.. so much more... Her lips parted, trying to come up with anything to say. But there was no use fighting it.

When she meets his eye, Johnny feels a wave of relief wash over him. *She doesn't hate what he's saying.*

He can see the conflict in her eyes, the battle between what she wants and what she thinks is right. But he can also see the spark of something there, something that tells him there's more to her feelings than he realized.

He gently lifts her chin, making sure she's looking directly at him. "Say something" he rasps, his voice betraying just a hint of vulnerability.

"We can't.. We shouldn't.." She struggles, her words saying one thing, but her body saying another as she closes the non existent space between them. 

Johnny felt a spark of hope ignite in his chest as she leaned closer to him. Her body was so close to his now, he could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. 

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. "Why not?" he murmured, his voice low and raspy. "Give me one good reason we can't."

His hand sends shivers down her spine, shivers only he could produce. "We're best friends.."

"And friends can't want more than friendship?" he asks, his fingers lightly tracing the small of her back. 

He leans in closer, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. Her scent is intoxicating, and the feel of her body against his is sending his senses into overdrive.

"Maybe we were never just friends" he whispers against her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut, he was too close for comfort. "Jesus- I can't think straight when you're on me like that" She says breathlessly. 

Johnny chuckles, enjoying the effect he's having on her way too much. He knows he's got her now, there's no going back.

He leans in again, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Maybe I don't want you thinking straight," he murmurs, his breath hot against her skin. "Maybe I like you like this, all flustered and breathless because of me." 

"Johnny.." She pleads, her hands betraying her as she reaches out and cups his chest.

Her touch is like an electric shock to his system. He lets out a low groan, his own hand moving to cover hers, holding it against his chest.

"You don't know what you do to me" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. "The way you say my name..."

"You don't know what *you* do to *me*" She admits, her guard slipping down.

He grins at her words, feeling the last of her resistance crumbling underneath his touch.

He gently pushed her back against the wall, trapping her between the cold tile and his body. His hands find their way to her hips, holding her captive.

"I like that you're helpless against me" he murmurs, his lips moving to her neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. "It's driving me crazy."

She lets out small gasps as he peppers her, her eyes drilled shut as he sends tingles everywhere through her. "What are you doing to me.."

"Driving you crazy, apparently" he replies, his lips moving up to her jawline, pressing hot kisses along the sharp angle.

He pushes himself even closer to her, his body flush against hers. He wants her to feel everything, feel just how much he wants her.

"Say it again" he urges, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "Say my name."

"Johnny." She whines.

Her voice, needy and pleading, is the sweetest sound he's ever heard. He can barely control himself, his body is on fire and she's the only thing that can quench the fire.

"Again" he demands, his mouth finding its way to her collarbone, his lips trailing up the soft skin of her neck. "I need to hear you say my name again."

"God Johnny..." She pants, it feels too good. She was used to moaning his name in the privacy of her room late at night, but this was entirely different. 

The sound of his name coming from between her sweet, parted lips is almost enough to send him over the edge. He presses her harder against the wall, his body pinning her in place.

He pulls back just enough to look at her face, takes in the flushed cheeks, the heavy-lidded eyes. "You have no idea what you do to me" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "You're all I think about, day and night."

"You're everything to me Johnny..." She confesses, finally getting something off her chest. "Being around you but not being *with* you is torture." 

Johnny's heart clenches at her words. He knows exactly how she feels. The endless hours spent watching her, aching to touch her, but holding back because he was afraid of ruining everything. But not anymore.

He cups her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Then be with me" he urges, his voice low and firm. "Be mine. "Please."

She closes the gap between them fully,turning her head to the side and connecting her lips to kiss. It was fiery, passionate, and so long overdue. 

Electricity dances across his skin the moment her lips touch his. This isn't some drunken, sloppy kiss. It's full of years of pent-up desire and raw emotion.

He kisses her back fiercely, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. He grips her hips tighter, pulling her closer, needing to feel all of her against him.  He kisses her like he needs her to breathe.

They kiss until they're breathless, against the wall where he holds her to all of the tension that had built up. " Yes.. the answer is yes.." Sheslips in between parting kissing

Her answer, spoken between gasps and kisses, sends a shock of relief through him. He can finally touch her, finally have her without fear of rejection. It's like a dream come true.

He deepens the kiss, his lips moving against hers with a renewed intensity. His hands are everywhere, roaming up her sides, into her hair, down her throat. He wants to touch every inch of her, claim her as his own.

Finally, they pull apart, both of them panting and out of breath. Johnny rests his forehead against hers, taking in the fact that she's his now, for real. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that" he mutters, his voice hoarse.

"Me too" She giggles, lacing her fingers through his sandy hair. This boy was beautiful, he really was. She tried to catch her breath, the chemistry between them was so undeniable, and this sealed the deal. 

Johnny can't help but smile at her laughter, the sound is like music to his ears. He looks at her, taking in her flushed cheeks, her messy hair. She's never looked more beautiful to him.

"We should go back to the party" he murmurs, though the last thing he wants to do is leave this room. "Everyone's probably wondering where we are."

She nods "Yeah, probably.." She overhears Motley Crue playing, it's her favorite song. She opens the door, going out first.

As they step out of the bathroom, the sounds and sights of the party rush back to them. Johnny reaches for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"Dance with me" he says, pulling her towards the throngs of people. 

"Gladly" She follows. They get to the middle of the floor, all eyes are on them as they begin to move together. 

*Ten seconds to love

Ten seconds to love

Pull my trigger

My guns loaded with your love

Ten seconds to love

Ten seconds to love

Just wait honey

Until I tell the boys about you* 

The lyrics boomed through the house as they began to grind against each other

The way she moves against him, the way she fits in his arms, it's like they were made for each other. Johnny loses himself in the feel of her body against his, the rhythm of the music guiding their movements.

He pulls her closer, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist, the other on the curve of her hip. The world dissolves around them, reducing to just the two of them, dancing, touching, wanting.

Bobby whistles slowly from the other side of the room, the other cobra kai joining at the scene in front of them.

Johnny smirks, deciding to give his friends a show.

He spins her around, her back pressed to his chest. His hands roam over her body, feeling her curves, claiming her. He wants to show everyone that she's his, now and always.

She backs up right against him, ghosting his hands and moving them around her body as she looks up at him. She wasn't very big on PDA, this was something she could get behind, or at least Johnny was *behind*.

Johnny's mind is going wild, the image of her pressed up against him, moving her body in ways that drive him insane, is almost more than he can handle.

He leans in, his breath hot against her ear, his lips just barely touching her skin. "You're killing me" he murmurs, his hands drifting lower, lower, lower...

"At least you'll die happy" She teases, his hands traveling making her feel something deep in her stomach.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. 

He brings his mouth to her neck, his lips trailing up the soft skin of her throat. "You have no idea how happy" he whispers, his hands settling on her hips, pulling her even closer. 

She can feel the firm evidence of his desire pressed against her, his body responding to her every move. 

She gasps at the feeling of him hard against her. It was almost too much to bear. Her arms go up, letting him have more access as she lines her jaw with her finger.

Johnny can't get enough of her, her gasp only fueling his growing need. He nips at the sensitive skin of her neck, his hands now tracing the lines of her body with a new purpose, exploring every inch of her.

His fingers dance along her collarbone, down her ribcage, over her hip bone, never still, always seeking more skin to touch. His lips return to her ear, his voice low and rough. "You drive me insane, you know that?"

She smirks up at him, turning back around to face him. He looked flushed, clearly affected by her. And she was loving it. "I haven't even gotten started."

He gives her a crooked smile, her words sending a jolt of desire through him. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to regain some shred of control.

"Careful" he warns, his voice a low growl. "You keep talking like that and I'll take you right here in front of everyone."

She shakes her head at his banter. “You’d love that wouldn’t you?”

Johnny doesn't deny it, his eyes darkened with intense desire. "You have no idea" he mutters, pulling her even closer. 

He can feel the heat between them, the way her body responds to his touch. He's so close to losing all self-control, and he knows if she pushes just a little bit more, he'll snap.

"But we're around all of these people so you'll have to behave" she teases. She rolls her body on Johnny, slightly straddling his leg while standing, leaning back and giving him a good visual of what's to come..

His eyes widen at her boldness, her movements sending waves of heat through him. 

He grabs her hips tighter, holding her in place against him, his fingers digging into her skin. "Jesus Christ" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. "You can't just- you can't...fuck."

She knows exactly what she's doing to him, *To be fair, he wasn't hiding it.* "Like what you see?" She flirts.

He groans in response, his eyes raking over her body like he wants to devour her. "Like it? I'm about to lose my goddamn mind" he mutters, his grip on her hips almost painfully tight now.

His fingers trace a path up her stomach, teasing the underside of her bra. "You can't do this to me" he says, his voice strained. "Not here, not now. It's not fair."

She melts into his touch, Johnny's big hands dragging so possessive over her frame. It was enough to drench her on the spot. She continues her show for him, rolling slowly and seductively. "I don't know what youre talking about" she feigns innocence. 

His breath hitches as she continues to move against him, the effect she's having on him almost unbearable. "You're a goddamn tease, you know that?" he mutters, his hands starting to wander. 

He lets one hand slip further up, coming to rest just under her breast, his thumb tracing a lazy circle. "I swear if you don't stop, I'll-" He cuts off, his imagination running wild.

"You'll what?"

"I'll... do things to you..." he mutters, his lips grazing her ear. He's on the edge now, the feeling of her body against him driving him crazy. 

He leans in, his breath hot against her skin. "Things that would get us kicked out of here real fast."

He pulls her closer, his body pressed flush against hers, the evidence of his desire evident as he grinds his hips against her. "You want to know what I'll do to you if you keep this up?"

She flushes, she cant take much more of this, her cocky facade crumbling as he whispers suggestive things. "I want to know," she whispers, her throat feeling parched.

His hand on her hip slides down, over her rear, giving it a squeeze. He pulls her body even closer against his, the heat between them threatening to burn them alive. 

His lips move to her neck, his tongue trailing along the sensitive skin. "I'll throw you over my shoulder, *again*" he whispers, his voice low and rough. "And carry you to the nearest empty room, lock the door behind us, and show you exactly what you do to me."

Her face feels hot, actually everything does. His filthy words make her blush. "Is that so?"she tries to tease, but the desperation creeps into her tone.

"Mhm" he hums against her skin, his lips moving up her jawline. "And then I'll spread your legs..."

He nips at the lobe of her ear, his hand giving her rear another firm squeeze. "And I'll take my time, make sure you're nice and wet..."

He leans in close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispers, "And when I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

She looks at him, lips parted, heart racing. *Deep breaths, deep breaths...* "I..." forming a sentence feels goddamn impossible.

 Her vision is muddled with images of him and her, ones she's dreamed and fantasized about, but knowing how close it's coming to fruition.. 

He smirks at her inability to respond, her breathless expression making him want her more than ever. He knows he's got her right where he wants her now, and there's no going back.

He steps even closer to her, so close there's barely an inch separating them. He runs a hand up her neck, his fingers gently grasping her chin and forcing her to look at him. 

"You look so goddamn beautiful when you're all flustered" he murmurs, his voice filled with desire. "I wonder what faces you'll make when I finally get you alone..."

"Johnny.." She breathes, unable to formulate a single thought. She can't think of anything else but getting alone with him.

The sound of her saying his name, all breathless and needy, drives him wild. He knows exactly what she wants, because he wants it just as badly.

He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him. "Say please," he whispers, his lips barely touching hers. "Beg for it."

"Please..." she pleads "Just get me out of here Johnny.."

He grabs her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers, and starts leading her through the sea of people. His friends cat call and whistle, but Johnny ignores them, focused solely on getting her alone.

He drags her through the house, searching for an available room, any room. He can't wait, needs her now.

Finally, he spots a door cracked open, the lights off inside. He leads her inside, shuts the door, and locks it behind them.

The moment the door clicks shut, he's on her. His hands are everywhere, roaming over her body like a man possessed.

He kisses her hungrily, his lips and tongue devouring her as he presses her into the bed.

Her hair forms like a halo around her head as she kisses him back, her body aching for him and only him. He drove her insane with his words, she wonders if he's all talk…

There’s no restraint left in him now. All the years of pent-up desire, the memories of her, everything fueling his hunger. He needs her, needs to prove how good he can make her feel.

His hands find the hem of her shirt, his fingers slipping under the fabric. "Lift your arms" he whispers, his voice thick with need.

She submits, lifting up her arms and letting him undress her. He swiftly takes off her top, unclipping her bra while he's at it and taking it off. She shimmies off her skirt, her panties with it. She does the same to him, taking off his shirt eagerly.

He steps back, letting her undress him.

Once he's bare before her, he lets out a shaky breath, unable to resist any longer. He lunges for her, pinning her down onto the bed. "God, I want you so much" he mutters, his lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her chest…

Her body twists at his lips, setting small fires all through her skin. She whimpers at the intimate act. 

He takes his time with her body, mapping it with his lips and tongue. He wants every inch of her, wants to claim her as his. 

He moves lower, his lips brushing over her hip bone, his hand skimming over her inner thigh.

She hisses, the sensation is mind numbing. He is so close to where she needs him most.

He smirks, fully aware of how impatient she's getting, but he wants to draw this out, wants to tease her, just like she did to him. 

His lips ghost over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, his hand coming to rest just above her core, not quite touching where she wants him most. "Beg for it" he commands, his voice gruff and rough.

"Please Johnny.. Please just do something" she begs, her voice shaky.

He smirks, his lips hovering over her core, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "What do you want me to do?" he asks, his voice a low growl, already knowing the answer.

Her words send a jolt through him, his hunger for her growing even more. "Mmm, I think I can manage that" he mutters, his lips hovering just centimeters from her.

He's teasing her, the anticipation is almost too much to bear. "I want to know how sweet you are."He presses his lips to her then, giving her exactly what she craves. His tongue tastes her, exploring her, slowly and deliberately.

He savors every moment, every sound she makes, every time her body jerks in response to his touch. He loves the way she tastes, the way she responds to him.

He worked her with his tongue, it felt like magic. 

"Oh, g-god!" her back arched, the ache being resolved by his expert tongue. 

He works her with his tongue, his lips, his teeth, determined to give her the most intense pleasure she's ever experienced. He wants to make her scream, wants her to forget her own name, wants to be the reason she can't walk tomorrow.

Her hand flies to his head, the blonde hairs feeling soft against her fingers. "Wow...Johnny, oh my god" she moans as her toes curl in pleasure. 

He takes his time, his tongue dancing over her sensitive flesh. Her reaction fuels his lust, his desire to give her pleasure mounting with each gasp and moan she makes. 

He knows exactly what she needs, and he's determined to give it to her, to make her lose control, to make her scream his name. He's getting damn close to coming just from making her feel good.

"Johnny.. I want you to fuck me" she moans desperately.

Her words fuel the fire inside him, igniting a primal need to make her his. He lifts his head, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss.

He positions himself between her legs, his body pressed firmly against hers. "You want me?" he whispers between kisses. "You want me to fill you up?"

"Please johnny.." She begs.

He can't resist her anymore, her begging is too much. He aches to be inside her, to feel her wrapped around him. 

He positions himself at her entrance, his cock hard and aching for her. "You're mine.. say you're mine" He stoves himself inside her wetness

"I'm yours!" she screams in pleasure, her body filled with a sweet burn.

The sound of her saying it, the feeling of her body, it's like nothing he's ever experienced before. He's overwhelmed by it all, drowning in her.

His hands grip her hips, his mouth finding her neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses in their wake. "You feel so damn good.. so tight and wet and.. ah, god.." He moans, slowly moving.

"You fill me up *so* good Johnny" Her eyes roll back, the pressure inside her is nothing like she's ever known. 

"Mmm, that's good baby" he mutters, his voice strained. The feeling of her wrapped around him, it's driving him insane. 

He moves deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her gasp. "You feel so good, you have no idea.." he moans, thrusting steadily. 

All of the years, she couldn't believe she was missing out on this. She spread her legs further so he could get deeper. She turned into a whimpering mess. 

She's coming apart under him, her body responding to his every touch, every movement. He's intoxicated by her, completely addicted to the way she feels, the sounds she makes.

He moves faster, deeper, needing more of her, loving her at his mercy. 

"God, you have no idea how long I've wanted this.. how much I've wanted you.." he mutters, his breathing ragged. 

"Oh, Johnny" she groans, letting him have all of her. Her body arching toward him in ecstasy. 

He doesn't hold back at all, he's lost in her, completely taken by her. She's like an addiction, he can't get enough, can't get close enough.

He moves faster, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her body flush against his. "I want you to come for me" he whispers, his lips trailing over her skin. “I  want you to come all over my cock.” 

She looks up at him panting, on the edge. "I'm so close Johnny" She begs "Just keep going.."

The sound of her begging, her voice all filled with need and pleading, it's music to his ears. He's close too but he needs her to come first, needs to feel her fall apart in his arms. 

He moves faster, deeper, harder, his body pressed tight against hers. "That's it baby, come for me.. let go" he whispers, his lips against her ear. 

He pushes her over the edge, waves of pleasure go throughout her body as she writhes in it all.. she moans his name as she lays back, squirmy at the sensations.

The feeling of her coming around him, it's enough to push him over the edge. He can't control himself, he's lost in the moment, completely. He thrusted a last time as he fills her up “Fuck, baby.” He groans breathing heavily and falling next to her. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close against him, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He's completely wrung.

"That was..."

"...Amazing" he finishes her sentence, his voice hoarse. He props himself up on his forearms, looking down at her with a look of awe on his face.

"You okay?" he asks, his eyes searching her face. He's still trying to catch his breath, his body heavy against hers.

She nods, smiling "Yes" she affirmations, planting a short and sweet kiss on his cheek.

He smiles at that, a genuine, satisfied smile. He's feeling damn good right now, completely and utterly satisfied. He looks down at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and messy hair, the aftermath of their encounter.

He leans down to plant a kiss on her forehead, gently pushing a stray strand of hair away from her eyes.

"You're beautiful" he mutters, his voice almost a whisper. He doesn't just mean the way she looks, he means everything about her, everything that makes her who she is.

"and you're... finally my boyfriend."

He can't help but chuckle at that, her words making his heart flutter.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, pressing soft kisses against her skin. "Yeah, I am" he murmurs, a smile on his face. "And I intend to be a damn good one at that."

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I have been neglecting my fics for too long, so making an effort to focus and get some updates out!

New chapter to my current 80s rock band AU 😃

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Prompt-oween Day 4

@occreatorexchange

Another day-late fic for this challenge.

Prompt: “No reaction in the haunted house, but this you shit your pants over?”

Fandom: The Karate Kid/Cobra Kai

Characters: Jimmy, Alyssa Morgan-Parker (OC), Jordan Parker (OC)

Rating: T

Word Count: 1160

Summary: Jimmy finds something scary.

Note: This is a midquel to Never Knew, set during Season 3 of Cobra Kai.

The Parkers love the month of October and Halloween in particular.  While Jenny took Jesse and Jayden to a Trunk or Treat at Bobby’s church and then to Knott’s Spooky Farm, Jimmy took the twins and Alyssa to Universal Halloween Horror Nights.

He knew his daughter liked scary movies, but it shocked him that she’d never been to a haunted house attraction.

Jimmy thought it wasn’t as scary as in previous years.  Most of the mazes and scare zones didn’t affect him.  But at least the kids had a good time.

Once they were home, Jimmy remembers that the trash still needed to be to be taken out.  He starts with the main bathroom on the first floor.  He picks up the wastebasket when he notices a box.  He sets the wastebasket on the granite sink countertop.

Jimmy has seen that box and similar ones before.  Several times.  He probably bought about half of them over the years.

But the feeling of hope associated with buying or seeing those boxes isn’t there.  Not with this one.  Because he knows there is no way that Jenn is pregnant.  Even if she thought there was a possibility, his wife would have told him.

No, there is only one person in this house it could belong to.  And that is why he is feeling dread right now.

“Alyssa!”

As he waits for his daughter to come downstairs, Jimmy picks up the box.  It was open, but the test had been thrown back inside the box.  Anxiety courses through him.  He shakes the test out of the box onto the countertop.  Jimmy pulls off two sheets of toilet paper from the roll, using them to turn the test over.  There is an unmistakable blue plus sign.

“Fuck.” Jimmy feels a pounding headache coming on.  He starts massaging his temples.  “Alyssa, get down here!  Now!”

He hears rapid footsteps on the stairs.  Then she peeks inside the bathroom.

“There you are.  I heard you the first time.  What’s wrong?”

Jimmy turns to her.  Looking upon the fifteen-year-old girl now was even more of a gut punch than when he found out about her.  He tries to keep the anger, fear, and disappointment out of his voice and off his face.  It’s a struggle.  “Do you have something you want to tell me?”

Alyssa frowns, shaking her head.

That makes Jimmy feel worse, and angrier, to be honest.  It’s one thing to feel like she can’t tell him something, another to lie to his face.  He thought they had worked through this.  Jimmy gestures to test.

Alyssa looks at the countertop.  “No reaction in the haunted house, but this you shit your pants over?”

Jimmy curls his hands into fists.  He really doesn’t want to lose his temper, but this daughter of his is really pushing the limits.  He takes a deep breath, counting to three.  “Alyssa, you better watch your tone and language right now,” Jimmy warns.  “I’m trying to be really calm right now.  Can you start explaining yourself?”

Alyssa falters.  “Look, Dad, I’m sorry I forgot to get the trash.  It won’t happen again, I promise.  But I think you’re overreacting.”

“Overreacting?!”

“Yes!  Just chill out.  I’ll take out the trash right now.”  Alyssa strides into the room, snatches up the wastebasket, and starts to pick up what she thought had fallen out.  She reaches for the test and box but stops when recognition kicks in.  “Is that a pregnancy test?”

Jimmy pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling tired and so much older than he had hours before.  “Sweetheart, can we just stop with this charade?  I’m not going yell at you or shut you out.  But I’m not gonna lie, I am disappointed.  We need to talk about this.”

Alyssa stumbles backward as if she had been slapped.  Her jaw drops, realizing why he called her downstairs.  “Y-you think it’s mine?”

Jimmy gives her a patronizing look.  “Alyssa, I know it doesn’t belong to Jenn because she’s perimenopausal.  Even if it were a possibility, we would have already talked about it because of her earlier fertility problems.”

Alyssa feels a surge of sympathy and concern for her stepmother.  But it’s not enough to dispel her frustration with her father.  “Oh, I get it.  Because I’m the only girl in the house, it’s automatically mine by default.”

Jimmy sighs.

Alyssa’s left hand starts moving to her right arm.  It’s a reflex.  She’s emotional.  She fights back against that voice, the one that wants, no, needs that pain to deal.  Instead, she balls her fists.  “Dad, I am telling you that it’s not mine.  I’m asking you to believe me.  You wanted me to be more open with you.  That’s what I’m doing.  I’ve never had sex or done anything that would even lead to it.  I know I’m not ready.  That’s one of the reasons I went to you and Jenny about going on birth control.  So I would be protected when I am ready.  And I have been taking the pill regularly.”

Jimmy studies his daughter’s face.  She’s crying those angry, silent tears.  That she wanted to scratch her arm moments ago didn’t escape his notice.  He wants to believe her.  He clasps his hands.  “Okay, let’s say I do believe you.  What other explanation is there?”

Alyssa rakes a hand through her hair.  “Oh, I don’t know.  You’ve got two sexually active teenage boys under your roof too.  One straight, one bi.  Maybe ask them if they’ve had any girls over lately.”

“Hey, Dad, where do we keep the batteries?  My TV remote stopped working.”

Jimmy and Alyssa turn to see Jordan in the hallway.  They glance at each other, Alyssa raising her eyebrow at her dad.

Jimmy beckons to his son.  “Forget the batteries for a minute.  I’ve got a question for you.”

Jordan shrugs, confused, but still enters the room.

Jimmy picks up the test, again holding it with the toilet paper.  “Does this mean anything to you?”

Jordan goes pale, blue eyes wide.  He’s frozen midstep, like a deer in headlights.  Jimmy has his answer.

“Told you,” Alyssa tells her father.  Before either he or Jordan has a chance to respond, she punches her brother in the solar plexus.  “You both owe me an apology,” Alyssa announces as she storms out of the bathroom.

Jordan folds in on himself, groaning from the pain.  Jimmy grips his oldest son by the boy’s upper arm, holding him up.  He guides him over to the toilet, flipping the lid down.  “Sit.  You and I are going to have a long talk and you will answer every question that I or your mother have.  And yes, we’re telling her.”

Jordan sits.   Looking up at his dad, he asks about Alyssa.

Jimmy crosses his arms.  “I don’t condone her action, but I think she’s got a pass this time.  You’re also taking her chores for the week, including taking out the trash.”

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If it's no problem, could you please draw Johnny Cade and Johnny Lawrence meeting?

My two favorite Johnnys? On the same page?? Hell yeah! =D<3