#miguel diaz x fem!reader

[websterss]

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 — 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐙

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: no but can you write a Miguel oneshot and it’s just him wanting to recreate the upside-down spiderman kiss with the reader cause I just know he would be a spiderman/marvel stan😭

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): fluff

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Miguel Diaz x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You know that saying, expect the unexpected. Well in this case you couldn’t figure out what was waiting for you because Miguel had his hands over your eyes.

You giggled as you almost tripped again.

“S-Sorry.” Miguel cursed as he tried to help you walk across the playground. One hand held your hands over your eyes while the other sat on your waist helping you guide your movements.

“Where are you taking me? Is this where I meet my demise? Am I about to get slaughtered? You know girls have a higher rate of being killed by their partners, right? Is this what this is, are you gonna kill me, Miguel?” You tried moving your head but it was kind of hard to do so because of yours and his hands on your face.

“Okay first off…I’m offended you would think so low of me. Second, that’s enough crime shows for you.” Miguel teased as he moved you closer to the monkey bars. He looked up, then grabbed your forearms to steady you. You stopped and waited with your hands practically pushed into your eyes. “Can I open my eyes now?” You complained.

“No! Not yet just uh-” Miguel groaned as he began climbing to the top of the bars from the side. “G-Give me a second, don’t open your eyes!”

You bit your lip as you rocked back and forth on your heels. “I’ve only ever been kissed, ya know? There’s still things I would still like to do!” Your words made Miguel roll his eyes as he slowly scooted to where you stood below one of the bars.

“Y/n I’m not gonna kill you!”

“That’s what they all say then…Boom instant throat slashed!”

“I’m gonna kill you.” Miguel muttered under his breath thinking you didn’t hear him, but oh boy you sure did.

“Ha! See!” You exclaimed.

“Oh my god, n-no, no! I’m not gonna kill you, shut up!” Miguel laughed as he let himself fall through one of the spaces. He was swinging by his arms before he quickly lifted his legs to catch himself on the bar. He made sure he was steadied by his legs, hooked onto the bar before he let the top half of his body fall. Just like he wanted his face was only a few inches from yours. The whole time he thought about the chances of head butting you, but I guess today the universe was on his side. He could feel the blood rushing to his head.

“O-Oh okay, open your eyes!” His voice came out strained.

You slowly removed your hands from your face and opened your eyes. It took you a minute to let your eyes adjust to the dark of night surrounding you. Once your vision settled on your surroundings, you turned your head left and right observing the playground around you.

A smile appeared on your face as you giggled at the thought.

Miguel just wanted you to look at him already. His forehead was straining and he was pretty sure a vein was close to popping.

“You…brought me to a playground?” You teased, finally looking back at him to see him hanging upside down.

“I-I thought it could be fun.”

“Mini golfing was fun.” You raised your eyebrow at him. “What are you doing?” You gestured to him.

“Can we try something?”

You straightened up, finally taking note as to why he could have been upside down. You closed your eyes. Your heart skipped at the thought alone. Miguel always did like being the spontaneous one in the relationship, this was just another reason you loved him.

“I’ll bite, what did you have in mind?” You smirked, taking a step closer to him.

“You know that scene in Spider-Man. In the alley, where Peter descends down a web in front of Mary Jane?”

You hummed and tried to sound confused. “Mary Jane?”

“You know the movie!” He exclaimed.

“Fine, yeah I know the scene.”

“Well I was thinking…”

“Uhuh?”

“That we could…ya know-”

“Try it?” Your eyes gleamed as you tilted your head to look at his eyes.

“Yeah.” He groaned. “I’m not so sure I thought this plan out. My head hurts.”

“Yeah, that’s the blood rushing to your head dumbass.” You laughed out loud. You placed your hands on each side of his face. You let your thumbs caress over his skin as you slowly lowered your lips on his. In an attempt to hold you closer, Miguel’s hand wrapped around the back of your head to bring you closer. The position in which your lips were made you giggle causing you to pull back.

“S-Sorry.”

“Definitely didn’t think this through…”

“It wasn’t bad…” You tried to sound convincing, but even you had to admit it was a bit awkward. “Okay, maybe you didn’t think this through.” You pressed one more kiss to his lips before stepping back. You helped Miguel reach the bars by pushing his back up. He gripped the bars then unraveled his legs letting them fall down to tangle a few feet off the ground. He let his hands go and landed on his feet. He wobbled a bit but you were there ready to steady him.

“Am I dreaming or are there two of you?”

“No.” You smiled at the boy. “I think you’re just lightheaded.” You reached forward to brush back his hair. “You okay?”

Miguel closed then opened his eyes. Shaking his head a bit. “Yeah I think I just need to sit down.” You laughed as he plopped himself onto the ground. You went down with him.

“Okay you might wanna rethink that Spider-Man kiss from now on if this is the outcome.”

“I swear it looked better in my head.” Miguel shrugged.

“I bet.” Your eyes crinkled at the corners. You laid back as you looked up at the night sky, no stars though. Miguel’s heart thumped as he watched you be at ease with him. No charades, no karate war, no highschool drama, or homework. It was just the two of you, at a park in each other’s company. That’s all he could have asked for. So in the spur of the moment he was gonna be spontaneous again.

“I love you.” He muttered softly.

The twiddling of your thumbs stopped as your whole body stilled. Your head whipped to the side to look up at him. Miguel swallowed nervously as you sat up.

“W-What?”

“You heard me.” He laughed nervously.

“No, I think you’re gonna have to repeat it again.” You beamed at him, feeling your eyes water slightly. Oh god, you were not expecting that. It was always slight teasing, flirting, and with any time available the usual making out, but this was…this was what you had dreamed of happening over and over again. “Yeah, I’m gonna need you to say it again.” You nodded furiously. “Please say it again.” You laughed out nervously.

Miguel leaned forward and pecked your lips sweetly before saying those three words that confirmed it all for you. “I. Love. You.”

You nodded your head. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. That’s never gonna change.”

“I love you too, and I’m not saying it because you said it. I hate that you were able to surprise me like you always do on our dates. When do I get to take the reins by the way? So not fair, but anyway…I’m getting off track huh?” Miguel smiled amusedly and nodded. “I love you, even when blood is rushing to your head because you feel the need to recreate a movie scene with me…I love you in all your dumbassery.” You nodded, tears spilling down your cheeks in a very dramatic way.

“Seems about right.” Miguel nodded, yet his heart warmed as you rambled on.

“I don’t know why I’m crying, I’m sorry.” You fanned your face, hoping it would dry up your wet eyes faster. “I know that you know, I’m never like this…unless it’s Marley and Me, then we have a long night, but I swear I’m normal. You think I’m normal, right?” Miguel seemed unsure of himself as his mouth opened up. “Don’t answer that! God, I hate when you do this, look at me…I’m crying and you’re laughing at me!” You sniffled as your nose started getting stuffy.

“I’m not laughing and I happen to think you look beautiful when you cry.”

“Mmmm.” You pouted as you contemplated if you liked that compliment.

“I love you and all your crazi-” Miguel swallowed his words as you gave him a warning look. “-Beautiful. You are so beautiful!” You nodded. Miguel pulled you into his side, pressing a kiss into your temple. “No, seriously though. I love you so much.”

“I know.” You pressed your head onto his shoulder.

“You love me?”

“I love you more than you know.”

“Mmm.” Miguel hummed contently.

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[ambcass]

Can I request Jamie Reyes x reader where they are both sleeping at night, with reader hugging Jamie from behind while he sleeps shirtless. It’s late, and reader can’t sleep, so she stares at the beetle on his back, and starts to kiss his back while Jamie is still sleeping, then she kissses the beetle and whispers “thank you for protecting him,” and the beetle glows slightly, like it’s acknowledging what she said. Now, the beetle really like the reader even more. Idk I thought it was a cute idea

yall can start requesting again btw 💔💔

A/N: I GOT SCHOOL IN THE MORNING BUT I GOTTA WORK ON BEING MORE ACTIVE😢😢

cute idea btw (its short sorry🙁)

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“Jaime?” you murmured. Calling his name but no response. You went to sleep while Jaime was showering. You turned over, staring at his bare skin on his back. The dark covered your flustered and scarab impaled on his back was mildly glowing. You sit up and looked over at Jaime.

“Jaimee? Sweetie, y’awake?” No response. Jaime was out cold and snoring loud. You got up to grab water and melatonin for your sleep. Walking to the kitchen counter, you thought you felt something behind you. You jumped, took the supplement, and ran back to the room and leaped back to bed.

Staring outside your door was a black figure and you rapidly started blinking. The figure was gone but you were scared shitless. Forgetting Kaji-da was on Jaime’s back, you screamed when you saw the scarab attached on his back. Kaji-da started the glow even more, growling at you for waking it.

“Woah, woah! Bug! You-I-Please don’t do anything. It’s me!” You quickly covered your shivering body with the blanket and leid back down. Kaji-da was silent and its glow went down. You wrapped your cold arm around his waist. He jolted up but he still wasn’t awake. Slowly, you clanged the rest of your body on to his back.

You shift your position to face his neck. “Aren’t you such a sleep beauty…you’re so lucky that you don’t have trouble sleeping Jaime.” You groaned. You trailed your fingers through his hair and started playing with it. “I don’t say this much but I love you a lot…You probably know that but I don’t think you know how MUCH I love you, Jaime Reyes”. You leaned in, kissing his neck, and slowly going down with kisses until you meet the scarab.

You gently tapped on the scarab and kissed it on the head. You whispered gently, “Thank you for protecting him. I don’t know what he or I would do without you.” It blinked its lights two times, letting you know that it acknowledges what you said. You smiled, wrapped you arms around Jaime’s arms, and closed your eyes.

“Good night…To the both of you”

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[iloveslllycatss]

What about Miguel and reader having a movie night??

## — “𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒”

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘻 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 ! 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴.

“we are so stupid. why did we pick a horror movie out of all movies.”

“WE???!?!?! y/n, amor that was all YOU”

you two had been watching horror movies for the last 4 hours, this was his way of making it up to you after he came back from mexico. its not that you were mad at him or anything, just worried. and he felt guilty for leaving you behind, so this is how he makes up for it.

“miguel. i want water but im too lazy to get it.. and even if i WERE to get it, im too scared to go to the kitchen by myself….. can u come with me to get water 😞”

“yeah, babe. of course i can” he smiles, following you into the kitchen. when you two had made it there, you accidentally dropped something on the table, causing another thing to drop onto the floor… scaring you 

“FUCK NO PLZ DONT KILL ME NUN PLZ” you yelled, terrified for ur life until u heard miguel giggle behind you and start to tease you, sneaking his arms around your waist from behind. “dont worry amor, i’ll protect you from the nun” and you decided to tease right back 

“with your ninja skills?”

his jaw DROPPED. you did NOT. just say that. his karate moves were NOT ninja skills, he wasnt actually offended, but he let his fake offended face show up. causing you to giggle 

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after you two had got back into the living room, you cuddling right back up to your lover, he smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulder. all was great until… a jumpscare popped up……….. you JUMPED. 

“awe migUEL FUCKING HELL HOLY SHIT”

miguel loved the way you hid your face in his chest when jumpscares came up, he loved the way you’d pout after it happened, complaining about the directors adding them in. he loved how you’d cling to him to the rest of the movie with him continuously telling you he’d protect you from all the monsters, giving u a wee bit of reassurance….

“amor dont worry, your very strong and handsome boyfriend will protect you from those monsters”

“miguel u kinda look like that one”

“bye.”

after the movie ended, you were scared shitless. you couldnt evej go to the DAMN BATHROOM without asking miguel to stand infront of the door and talk to u while you were pissing so you can assure he didnt leave you by urself. then after you got out, you’d look to him and ask

“one more?”

he groaned

“no more horror movies, y/n”

and your reply?

“youre a pussy, miguel”

@/ilovesillycats

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[fandomonetwo]

nothing like this — cobra kai

▸summary: you believed you were ready for anything. anything did not mean this. nothing like this.

▸characters: robby keene, gn!reader, miguel diaz

▸tw: miguel’s fall scene, uhhhhhh, emotions, angst, adult words

▸a/n: let’s begin my blogging experience with angst, why not? it sucks ass, but here ya go

PEOPLE SAY THAT IN order to be successful in life, you must expect the unexpected.

Well, this was unexpected and you did no expect it at all.

You knew that there was always going to be some beef between two pretty girls when they used to share a mutual boyfriend, but goddamn, you never expected it to be broadcasted over the loudspeaker. 

Of course, you had no idea what happened. Just that Samantha LaRusso had done something, and Tory Nichols was coming for her. Those words began the chaos that would make or break the tension between the two rivalling karate dojos. 

Now, you weren’t in karate. No, the only way you were affiliated with Miyagi-Do Karate was purely because you were Mrs. LaRusso’s assistant secretary, and thus made regular trips to the family home in order to be taught how to do things and make sure that she did them correctly. 

Whilst you made these visits, you often times came across the students that Mr. LaRusso taught in his backyard. Thus far, there were only two, his daughter Sam, and another boy named Robby. Robby Keene.

Gosh, since the first moment you met, you were smitten. What was there not to like about him? He was good-looking, humorous, had a great personality, and he was kind. He was sweet. You knew this because one time, you were late to the home, and wasn’t watching where you were going, so, of course, you bumped into someone in pure comic book romance fashion. All the papers you had been gathering in your hands had been dropped, and it was a miracle that they didn’t all get out of order. It was still frustrating, though, but you still began profusely apologising to the person you had bumped into. 

You knew you had been rambling for about twenty seconds before you were stopped by the other person’s laugh, and soon you were laughing together. Mrs. LaRusso was watching from the window, and Mr. LaRusso was from the side gate, but they’d never admit it. They were quite happy to listen to you guys completely lose your shit over something so small, but alas, both of you had things to do. 

No matter how close you two got, you weren’t surprised when Robby asked Sam out for a date. And despite how much it hurt, of course you were going to help Sam pick out an outfit. What kind of friend would you be if you didn’t? Well, more employee than friend, but you get the point. 

Cutting back to the current day, you was concerned about what Sam could’ve done to Tory that warranted such a reaction. So, with the rest of the school, you brisk-walked to where the biggest crowd was. Right in the middle of the hallway. You couldn’t get passed the rows of people at first, but eventually, you wound up next to Hawk, someone you knew of but had never really spoken to. You had no reason to. Now she did. 

“What’s happened?” You peered curiously at the two girls, circling each other like Scar and Simba in that one scene from The Lion King. 

Your question was not answered by the person you had asked it to, but by one of the said lions in the cage. “You kissed Miguel.” 

Tory’s tone was so cold, yet so heartbroken, that the words she spoke yielded such an uproar from the crowd. Gasps were heard all around, and you felt your eyes widen as they met with Robby’s on the other side. His eyes looked so pained, so vulnerable, you wanted nothing more than to hug and shield him from the cruelties of the world. 

You weren’t quite sure what really happened. Everything went by so fast, and you were quite literally pushed away from the drama, so you didn’t get to see too much. Despite this, and despite nearly being run over by Demetri sprinting from Hawk, you headed to where you knew the rest of the school would be going.

The stairs.

For some reason, you had wound up at the bottom of the stairs even though you were on the level above a few moments ago. The real trick now was to make your way up to the upper level without getting your face broken. 

You were not going to do anything with the girls. No, girl fights are best left alone. Your main concern was how far Robby was going to go, because from the angle you were at now, he wasn’t stopping. His kicks were never ending, his punches ever blurring, and you didn’t have an opening to go and see the damage. You didn’t have to like Miguel. You had only ever spoken two word to him and he seemed like a good kid. But you liked Robby. And you knew that Robby would keep going until either, or both of them, were dead or close to it. 

So, when you found your opening, you raced upwards, narrowly avoiding Tory’s stray fist, and managing to haul yourself to the upper level. Where you arrived just in time to see Miguel pin Robby to the ground. You saw him whisper something to the boy on the tile, his raised fist gently falling to his side as he stood up. You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this part was over.

It wasn’t.

No sooner had Miguel began to arise than Robby felt the fire erupt once more in his chest. He whipped around, and you watched as he continued aiming his hits at the poor boy.

“Robby, leave him alone!” Your words had no affect, but you thought you may as well try. Plan B then had to be out into motion. Ignoring the advice you had given yourself long ago about not getting in the middle of fights, you found yourself doing just that. You raced to the boy in the blue hoodie trying to get him to stop. Unfortunately, his brain was already in the fight mode, so he wasn’t stopping for any money.

The fist you had stupidly grabbed was flung forward, you trailing behind it as you were thrown into Miguel’s chest. Instinctively, his hands grabbed your arms and pulled you down as Robby foot aimed at his chest. He harshly pushed you away, which you weren’t concerned about, and caught Robby’s other foot with his hands. He didn’t catch the other one that struck him across the face and you put your hands over your mouth as you sat there on the tiles with you body trembling and you tears gathering.

The boy you liked, you crushed on (you had thought), was unhinged. He had deluded himself that he was defending himself, and he didn’t notice that his defence had turned into offence against his opponent.

Soon enough, Robby had Miguel pinned against the railing in a dangerous way. You had raced to your feet and had tried to grab one of Miguel’s outstretched hands, failing miserably. Robby had to grab your arm to keep you from falling over the edge.

And so you watched the boy fall over the edge, your knees buckling as he hit the staircase handlebar. Your hands were shaking, your breath was heavy and trembling, your eyes were watering and wide.

Robby had grabbed by both arms, and now you were aware of it. You threw yourself away from him, shoving him back in the process.

“Get off me!” You were hysterical. You had seen a classmate fall at the hands of the person you had thought you would stick by through thick and thin. “Get your fucking hands off me!”

Robby looked lost, and as his fight dwindled, his flight rose a hundred fold, and he bolted. Your vision became blurry as you sank to the tile, the adrenaline running out as you struggled to comprehend what you had just witnessed. Because it shouldn’t have been this.

Nothing like this.

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[miguelschamp]

you are in love

pairing: miguel diaz x fem!reader

summary: miguel gets tired of you avoiding him and finally confronts you

warnings: none

a/n: it’s wild that this is my first miguel imagine considering my username lmao 😭

growing up, you always thought love was fake. your parents always pretended like they were this happy couple in front of others when in reality as soon as they got home, it went down the drain.

you associated love with constant fighting and never truly being happy. even when you were younger, you vowed to never fall in love.

so, when a boy makes his way into the valley and manages to make you fall head over heels, it scared you.

miguel was probably the most genuine person you’ve ever met. truly caring about the people around him and managing to put a smile on their faces. especially yours.

you noticed how you really felt after miguel’s accident. it sounds bad, you knew that, but it wasn’t as bad as it seemed.

you knew before that you maybe had a small crush on the boy, but seeing him laying there after falling from the second floor quite literally almost killed you.

you were a wreck waiting for updates on him and if he was going to be okay. you ran straight to the hospital when his mother let you know that he was okay and was awake.

seeing him in the hospital bed with that same smile he always gave you made you realize just how hard you had fallen.

you tried sticking around for as long as you could. you managed to stay long enough to see him get out of the hospital and start “therapy” with johnny. you were there whenever he was finally able to stand. his eyes wide as he hugged you. you didn’t know how he couldn’t feel your heart beating against him, but hugged him back just as tight. but as the days went on, miguel realized you wouldn’t come around as much.

you would come up with random excuses whenever he asked to hang out. he would see you at school and call out for you, but you would rush off.

he couldn’t figure out what he had done or said to make you avoid him. his heart would drop whenever you ignored him like you didn’t even know who he was.

a couple of weeks had passed and a lot had happened. a huge fight at sam’s house between cobra kai and the other dojos. miguel harbored a few injuries, but would recover just fine.

he sat with his friends at a small pizza joint in town. his mind elsewhere and each other them noticed. they couldn’t take it anymore.

“dude, just talk to her.” hawk sighs. miguel looks up to notice all of their eyes on him.

“what ?”

“y/n.” demetri reiterates, “talk to her. you would think someone just ran over your dog by how you’re looking right now.”

“she won’t talk to me.” miguel shrugs, “i don’t know what i did wrong.”

“well, you’ll never know if you don’t talk to her.” hawk says, “she can’t avoid you forever.”

miguel looks down as he thinks over his friends words. what they said had some truth to it. he wouldn’t be to fix whatever was wrong if you don’t talk. and you couldn’t avoid him forever.

right ?

•••

you had no idea who had just knocked on your door seeing as no one had planned to come over. both of your parents were at work leaving you alone.

you sigh as you unlock the door and swing it open. your eyes were wide and you could’ve sworn your heart stopped.

“miguel.” you mumble

“hey, y/n.” he tries giving a small smile, “look, i know i should’ve told you i was coming, but i didn’t want to you come up with an excuse to not see me.”

your heart sinks. you hadn’t realized that miguel noticed your absence. you clear your throat as you try coming with yet another excuse, “i wasn’t avoiding you. i was just-“

“you were ignoring me, y/n.” he says, “just admit it.”

you blink. you couldn’t lie anymore, “okay, fine. yeah, i- i was ignoring you.”

his eyes soften as a small frown takes over his face, “why ?” he asks softly, “did i do something ?”

“no.” you say quickly, “you didn’t do anything.”

“then did something happen ?”

“no.” you sigh. you step out onto the porch closing your door behind you, “i’ve been lying to you this whole time, so i’m just gonna come out and say it.”

miguel straightens up as you look around, “okay.”

“i like you. a lot.” you blurt, “i love you actually, but i can’t.”

miguel furrows his brows, “what do you mean ?”

“because love isn’t a good thing. i see my parents who are supposed to be married and in love and all they do is yell and scream at each other. if that’s love, i don’t want to experience that.”

“y/n.” he says stepping closer, “that’s not everyone’s experience and it doesn’t have to be yours. love is a beautiful thing when it’s done right.”

“well, i don’t know what that’s like.” you say, “i felt myself falling for you and i got scared. i pushed you away because i thought it would be easier.”

“i don’t want you to push me away.” he says softly. you look up at him and notice the look in his eyes. you’ve never seen it before.

which was unfortunate because it had been there the whole time.

“what am i supposed to do, miguel ?” you shrug, “just be in love with my best friend ?”

miguel smiles, “well, yeah because i’m in love with you, too.” he chuckles as your eyes grow wide, “what ?”

“you just assumed that i didn’t feel the same way about you.” he says

“i didn’t..” you trail off, “i’m sorry.”

“don’t be.” he says shaking his head. “maybe you can make it up to me.”

you nod, “yeah, absolutely. what is it ?”

you watch as he becomes nervous under your gaze. his next words so soft you almost don’t hear them, “let me kiss you.”

you blink rapidly as his words repeat in your head. you were going crazy. he didn’t just say that. did he ?

miguel takes your silence as a rejection. his cheeks growing hot as he stumbles over his words, “you don’t have to. i’m sorry.”

you finally snap out of it as you hear him apologize profusely. you lean up and kiss him. miguel stumbles back a little before catching himself and wrapping his arms around your waist.

your hands go to his cheeks as you let out a sigh. as you pull away, miguel looks down at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes.

if he always looked at you like this, maybe you could get used to being in love.

#miguel diaz #miguel diaz x reader #miguel diaz imagine #xolo maridueña #cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #miguelschamp

[gemini-sensei]

Unmentioned | Miguel Diaz x Chubby!Reader Smut

Fem!Reader ○ NSFW ○ @miguelnation

CW: breeding kink, unprotected sex, mentioned fingering, talks of overstimulation, discussion of kinks, maybe more if I missed something (unedited).

It was the perfect romantic night. Miguel had planned everything out to the T; dinner was immaculate and he made sure Reader enjoyed it, then lead her on a stroll and shared plenty of kisses under the stars. All to come back to their apartment and keep the night going.

Her lips on his felt like sparks flying that ignited burning flames when they moved down to his neck. She pulled him closer, moaning as he sat between her legs and teased her wet cunt with his hard cock. It fels amazing, but they each knew it would feel that much better when he sank into her. He'd stretch her out and hit deep, and she almost couldn't wait for it.

Luckily, he breathed her name hotly, equally as impatient.

"Mi amor," he sighed, smiling against her neck. He peppered her skin with little kisses before leaning back to look at her. He smiled and she felt like the sun was shining down on her. "I don't know if I can wait much longer."

"Me either," she giggled, already reaching between them.

When she took hold of his cock, he groaned lowly, a deep rumble from his chest. It burned her from the inside out, nearly turning her to mush, but she powered through the fuzzy feelings and guided his cock through her folds. She rubbed the thick head over her wetness, teasing him just a bit further until she lead him to her slit. Once he felt her opening, he pushed in, not allowing her to tease him any further, and pulled a pretty moan from her lips.

He slipped in with ease thanks to the prep he'd given her, having made her come on his fingers twice before he even thought about fucking her properly.

No, this wasn't just fucking. He was making love to her tonight. That was far more suited for the little occasion, though thr date was really nothing special.

He kissed her hard as he entered her, deepening it so that their lips molded together and danced as he pushed further into her. As predicted, he stretched her out deliciously over his cock, making her moan heavily as they kissed. And once his hips met hers, she wrapped her legs around him and locked her ankles behind his back, ensuring his closeness.

"I love you," she panted just as she pulled out of the kiss. It was hard and heavy, but she didn't much card for the air she was sucking in. All she cared for was the man over her, showering her in his love and affection. She pressed a quick, hot kiss to his mouth, her hands slipping into his hair and taking hold. "I love you, Miguel."

"I love you too," he groaned softly, the heat overtaking his entire body. She made him feel beyond warm inside. She made him far beyond happy.

He pulled his hips away from her, but they didn't go far. Not only because she held him so close but because he didn't want to. He wanted to stay buried in her pretty, perfect cunt all night long, if she'd allow it. So his thrusts were shallow, but they were strong. It rocked her into the mattress and kept them close, chest to chest. He felt her fat, soft tits pressed again his hardened, muscled pecs and it was beautiful. She was beautiful.

He used one arm to hold himself over her whilst the other trailed down her body, squeezing her elegant curves until he came to her hip. The fat molded under her fingertips as he grabbed her, tilting her hips up so he had a downward thrust straight into her g-spot. It brought a smirk to his face as her eyes rolled up and his name fell from her luscious lips, so he made sure to make that spot his target again and again. She sang a really pretty song softer all.

Reader was rendered immobile under him, only able to curl her fingers in his hair and moan his name. "Miguel! Miguel! Migueeel!"

With each thrust, he had her closer to the edge, and her velvet cunt walls clenched around him every time he rammed his cock into her sweet spot. It was utter heaven, which proved to take him further too, resulting in his movements growing faster and harder.

He began pounding into her as he neared orgasm, muttering her name with a mix of the ever sweet "Mi amor" and "Princesa." It sent shivers down her spine, pussy throbbing with need as he made her weak. He dropped his head beside hers and kept going, whispering in her ear now.

"So beautiful, mi amor. So, so gorgeous," he grunted, trying to regain some kind of composure over himself. However, it was difficult. Her body drove him to new heights and tonight, he was on fire with her love. He slammed himself into her just a tad bit harder, trying to push her over the edge so that he could hear her pretty voice scream for him in pleasure. "Wan' you to come fo me, Princesa. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded, a soft moan escaping her lips that sounded something like a "yes," but it was lost in the thunderous way their bodies met. All Miguel heard was her voice, but no words; their bodies and the heated music they made with each other as his cock disappeared in her squelching cunt. It was lovely.

Her arms wrapped around him tightly as she climbed that final rung. She squealed as she came and his hips didn't stop as she coated him in liquid heat. He groaned, feeling the way her walls tried to pull him back in with each ease out of her, beckoning him back to where he belonged. He slid home every time, making her draw out the moan she let out, her nails digging into his back at the same time.

It was too much all at once and he snapped.

"Fuck! Can't wait to breed this perfect cunt," he groaned deeply. He moved her body down whilst keeping her close. She yelped, his hips brought up higher as he continued to pound her sweet little cunt as it hugged him. He pressed his forehead to hers, looking into her pretty eyes as he continued, "Gonna put my baby in you! Have to!"

She let out a silent moan, mouth agape with pure shock and pleasure. Her body shuddered, orgasm prolonged due to his ministrations, but his words hit her hard. Her eyes rolled up as he came, shoving himself as deep into her tight pussy as possible. His balls pressed against her ass and she felt every throb his cock made as he unloaded into her. It was magic in the making.

"Oh my god!" she gasped, feeling the warmth spread throughout her. It was hotter than hot, like a secret unleashed.

Her whole body burned and she feared that it may turn her to dust, but as he scooped her up into his arms, she knew she had nothing to worry about. She held onto him, sweaty bodies pressed together as everything took its course. When things began to settle, he kissed her forehead and she smiled softly.

It was quiet between them until they were settled under the sheets, bodies shielded from the cooling air as she cuddled into his chest. He ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair, heart beating hard like a drum. She didn't say anything about what had happened and it worried him, when he shouldn't be worrying at all. Tonight should have been like any other night, but it wasn't. Instead, he'd let something unspeakable and embarrassing out and he was waiting to hear her verdict.

Reader looked up at him once she'd caught her breath and collected her thoughts, smiling at him. "Did you mean it?"

"The breeding thing..?" he asked shyly. His ears were burning hot as the embarrassment settled deep in the pit of his stomach.

"Yeah."

"I mean, kind of? I didn't mean for that to come out, but-"

"It was really hot."

He's stunned silent as he stared her down, blinking as a means to try and wake himself up. However, he stayed right where he was at as she grinned and giggled. Suddenly, the pit in his stomach turned into a wild beast that he would have to keep at bay for the time being. The topic deserved more discussion before anything could be uncaged.

"Really?" he asked.

She sighed and laid her hand on his chest. "Yes, really. Though I have a questions for you."

She started drawing little shapes onto his chest with her finger and he hummed from the back of his throat, loving that feeling. "What is it?"

"How serious is it for you?" she asked. "Like, how far does that little kink go for you?"

He licked his lips. "Oh, well, uh, someday I'd want to, you know, make it a reality."

"Me too."

Once again, he was stunned. His heart hammered away at his ribcage, but this time it was for an entirely different reason. His blood was pumping and the beast was stirring. She felt it as her thigh brushed his semi hard cock under the sheets and she smirked.

She moved her leg to that she was rubbing it against his hard on as it swelled, keeping her eyes on him. "Does that turn you on, babe?"

He groaned, nodding to her. His head quickly grew foggy, certain images rising to the surface. "Yes, Princesa. Fuck, I wan' nothing more than to fill you up again and again until I see you round with my baby."

Reader bit her lip and climbed on top of her boyfriend, straddling his lap so that his cock sat pretty between her puffy folds. It was tender, but deliciously so. "What if I ride you? Would you breed me like that?"

"Yes! Fuck, yes!"

Miguel stared up at her, awestruck and horny. Desire filled his eyes as she slowly rocked against him, gliding her pussy over his sensitive cock. Her smile was magical and his heart skipped a beat, for not only had he found someone who shared his kinks, she shared his dreams.

He took hold of her hips, but let her lead. He was going to let her take everything she wanted from him tonight, every last drop.

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[amazingmaeve]

BADASS CHICKS

miguel diaz x fem!reader

summary — johnny and miguel are looking for girl students to join eagle fang and one place they go to look is at the skate park where Y/N loves to roller skate. when they approach she is a bit tense about joining karate since the school fight.

warnings — fluff, mentions of fighting, flirting (if that’s even a warning), swearing, unsafe skating

word count — 956

authors note — this is going to be set in season 4 episode 6 where they’re looking for girl fighters. also him and sam aren’t dating for the purpose of this timeline.

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Johnny and Miguel made their way through the skatepark. They had just gotten back from the school as they were trying to find girls for the karate tournament. They needed this actually Johnny needed this.

If they couldn’t find girl(s) to join their dojo or else they would be in deep shit and not be in the tournament at all. Miguel didn’t want that, he wanted to compete as he was the all valley champion the year before. He also wanted it to get rid of Cobra Kai since they were getting bigger with Silver coming in.

Since Johnny and Daniel made that deal with Silver and Kreese that if Cobra Kai won they would have to shut down both of their dojos. Miguel didn’t want that for Johnny or for his training. He still had a lot of things to learn even though he was the champ.

At least that is what Johnny told him.

“Sensei I just don’t get why we are in a skatepark,” Miguel questioned as they walked around people who were skating and giving them weird looks.

Probably because they weren’t skating and just walking around. Probably thought they were weirdos.

“Skating is badass and people who do that are already used to pain so if I could find a girl that’s here and is willing to hear me out we could find our girl champ,” Johnny explained as he looked around to find any girls.

“What does skating have to do with karate? They’re not the same thing,” Miguel asks, putting his hands into the pocket of his jacket.

“They aren’t but these people they do tricks and like I said before they know what pain is, so that means karate won’t be anything different,” Johnny says.

“There’s not any fighting in skating Sensei,” Miguel says.

“There was back in my day, these people can be crazy sometimes and that is exactly what I need for the girl champ,” Johnny scoffs.

“Hey guys watch out,” Y/N shouts as she comes in skating behind him but before they could do anything she ran into Miguel knocking the both of them down. “Great,” She mutters as she was on top of the boy.

She steadied her hands as she got up and held her hand out for Miguel. He blushed when he realized who it was. She was in his math class and once had a crush on her when he wasn’t with Sam or Tory. He grabbed and got up as well.

“Sorry about that but you guys should know at a skate park you should be skating,” Y/N explains as she points to her feet where she was wearing roller blades.

Before Miguel could say anything Johnny butt in.

“Hey shouldn't you be wearing a helmet, elbow pads, all that kind of stuff,” Johnny asks as he holds the flyers for his dojo.

“I don’t need them. I've been doing this for years and if I get hurt I just get back into the game,” Y/N explains as she looks at the middle aged man. “Wait, who are you?,” She questions before looking at Miguel. “I know him, I don't know you.”

“Have you ever thought about trying out for karate not only would it make you more badass, you can actually learn how to defend yourself,” Johnny tries to sell with a smile on his face.

“I don’t know, I really don’t feel like getting my ass kicked by a bunch of dudes from my high school,” Y/N explained as she kept herself steady on the pavement.

“We need more badass chicks in this world and I am willing to teach you how to be that,” Johnny explains but still sees a tentative look on her face. “Okay it can also get you into shape like Miguel here come on Miguel take your shirt off and show her all the progress you made,” He says using his last attempt.

“What,” Y/N says in shock.

“I am not doing that, Sensei,” Miguel says at the same time as her.

“I mean it wouldn’t be a bad sight to look at,” Y/N teases looking at Miguel as he feels himself get more shy. “But don’t worry I don’t need you doing that,” She says and gives him a little smile.

“Are you willing to try your hand at karate then,” Johnny interrupts as he feels himself start to get more and more annoyed.

“And this I won’t have to do some weird fight to do this because right now I can’t do that,” Y/N questions.

“Of course not, he teaches you how to fight and defend yourself,” Miguel reassures her, giving her arm a squeeze as she gives him a tiny smile, her heart beating faster and faster.

“Who knows you might be this year's all valley champion and that’s something you’d like right,” Johnny asks.

“It does sound good and I would like to learn how to defend myself, there are some weirdos in this world,” Y/N says before looking at Johnny. “Sure, I’ll come by tomorrow but just take it easy on me,” She says.

“No promises,” Johnny grins as he gives her the flier. “Tomorrow at 4,” He says. She nods as she skates a way.

“See you in school tomorrow,” Miguel awkwardly shouts, making her turn around and give him a smile and two thumbs up.

“You could try hiding the fact that you like her,” Johnny mutters as he felt more confident on how they could win.

“Was I that obvious,” Miguel asks as he feels embarrassed.

“You want the truth or the lie.”

“Truth.”

“Anyone in a 10 mile radius could see that you liked her.”

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[itsmarsss]

Maybe. [Miguel Diaz x fem!Reader] (Cobra Kai)

(~from the vault~)

Miguel Diaz is annoying. That you are convinced of. Sure, you've never really talked to him, but still, you live a very happy life that way. But then one day he gets wasted at a party and you end up with the unfortunate job of driving him home. Sounds like just your luck.

Warnings: making out, little jokes about sex, some sexual tension there. enemies to lovers except the enemies part is completely one-sided

Word count: 9,567

[...]

Miguel Diaz wasn’t the kind of guy to have a lot of enemies.

He had, in fact, become fairly popular after he started doing karate and won a fight against West Valley’s biggest bully, surpassing the loser label that had immediately been slapped onto him when he’d moved into the neighborhood.

He was the typical nice guy who pretty much everyone seemed to like. Good at school, the type who wouldn’t hesitate to help you with schoolwork if you asked him to. Always nice to everyone, greeting and smiling at random people he’d never talked to before in the hallways as if they were one of his friends.

But, to you, Miguel Diaz was just irritating.

Everything about him somehow made you mad. He was just so apparently perfect and all of a sudden people couldn’t seem to shut up about him and that was sure to make you nothing short of annoyed. Yeah, you supposed he did seem nice, but you were positive it was impossible that all that sudden praising hadn’t gotten to his head.

You were convinced he was a huge asshole deep down, just a loser who got lucky enough. And though you had no real evidence to back that up, yet to see this facade of his that you convinced yourself of, you still couldn’t get yourself to like him.

Whatever. You could survive a life without him in it.

It didn’t help, though, that your best friend was friends with him. Did karate with him, too. Aisha absolutely loved Miguel, and seemed to make sure to mention it to you all the time.

They were genuinely good friends, and so you supposed you did feel a little bad when you dragged her to sit with you and away from her Cobra Kai friends during lunch, but you were positive that if you tried to sit with them you’d end up saying some not very nice things, and you weren’t up for drama at the moment.

But she kept bugging you about it, insistently so, and god, could Aisha be persistent when she wanted to. So one day, to shut her up about it mostly, you agreed to go with her and her friends to a party at the canyon.

You told her you’d try to be nice, but made a promise to yourself to keep distance from a certain someone specifically. Maybe then you’d be able to enjoy the night and- hey- maybe even the others’ company.

Maybe.

[. . .]

“Don’t just stand there!” Aisha laughed.

“Since when are you a party person?”

“Since I realized I could throw them!”

Wait, what? “Wait, this is your party?”

“Well it’s a Cobra Kai party…”

Alright, so you didn’t want to give it to them. Cobra Kai as a whole annoyed you to no end, as it seemed to be a breeding factory for nerds turned into stuck-up assholes, but you couldn’t deny you were grateful for how much it helped Aisha. The Aisha you knew a few months prior would have never had the guts to throw a party, let alone assume people would attend it.

So, fair enough. “Cool!” “Hey Aisha come watch me do a keg stand!” Some guy you’d seen walking around with the Cobra Kai guys before yelled from the other side of the place.

Aisha glanced back at you, seemingly a bit torn about leaving you. “Do you wanna come?”

“No it’s fine. I think I’m gonna grab something to drink. Now go!” You assured her, smiling. You wanted her to enjoy having other friends.

You barely had time to pick yourself up a drink before you weren’t alone anymore.

“Y/N!” A guy wearing a graphic t-shirt that quite literally read ‘📍your mom’ under a flower pattern button-up called your name, walking towards you. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, as you were completely sure you’d never talked to him before.

You didn’t know how to feel about not being so invisible anymore, all by association with Aisha. It definitely felt a little weird. “Um. Have we- have we met? Sorry.”

“Not really. But Aisha talks about you a lot. I’m Demetri, by the way,” he held out his hand, and you shook it. What teenager shakes hands these days?

“Well, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know,” he laughed. “So, you want me to show you everyone?”

“Uh. Okay. Sure. Yeah. That'd be cool."

“So, that’s Eli-” He pointed at the guy who sported a blue-dyed mohawk, and was currently rather busy making out with someone you actually knew- Moon. You didn’t exactly like Moon, but you supposed she did seem to be more of an out-of-touch person than a mean one, compared to her friends. “Uh yeah, who’s apparently making out with Moon. Somehow. He likes to be called Hawk now but I think that’s pretty ridiculous.”

“It is.”

“Yeah well he used to uh- some people used to call him Lip. ‘Cause he has a scar.”

“That’s him?” Said boy pulled away from Moon, and you took a good look at him. It was him. You always thought he looked cute, but you had to admit now he looked kind of hot.

You did had to give Cobra Kai some credit in that area too.

“Yeah.” Demetri turned you around. “Those two walking down are Robby and Samantha and-” He seemed to realize something, suddenly looking worried.

“Something wrong?”

“No uh. I don’t really talk to them. That,” he spun you around one last time, “Is Miguel. But you must know him already.”

“Yeah I’ve heard of him.” He was downing a beer bottle at rapid speed. “He’s really getting shitfaced,” you pointed out.

Demetri still looked worried, nervous. “Yeah uh, Sam’s his girlfriend.”

“The one walking down the hill?”

“Yeah.”

“So?”

“He thinks she’s cheating on him. With Robby.”

You looked at the two again, laughing, their fingers intertwined. You could be taking it wrong, of course, but it did look like they were together in some way. It wasn’t that far of a stretch to feel a little jealous of a scene like that at least. “Oh that sucks.”

You weren’t heartless, okay? Just because you didn’t like the guy didn’t mean you wanted him to get cheated on. If that’s what was even happening.

“We should go-” Demetri grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you with him on Miguel’s direction.

“What? No-” You weren’t heartless, but you weren’t his friend either. What were you going to do, comfort him? Let him cry on your shoulder? Come on now.

But you didn’t even have the time to protest. You were already there, and it seemed that so were the Samantha girl and the Robby guy , and Miguel didn’t look pleased.

Well, he was laughing, but it was definitely not a good kind of laugh.

“So I don’t have to worry, right? Well that’s funny.”

Miguel was wasted.

He tried to pick up a fight, and ended up hitting his own girlfriend on accident, which had, expectedly, resulted in her breaking up with him on the spot. Now you were sitting beside him, and you didn’t know what to do.

Wouldn’t it be best if you just left? Clearly you shouldn’t be here, his actual friends should be dealing with this. But then again it would be too shitty to leave Aisha on her own. You had agreed to be her designated driver after all.

Everyone was quiet, apparently not knowing what to say. God, someone really should bring the guy home.

Hawk spoke up, finally, voicing those same thoughts. “Um, dude, you should go home.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re really drunk, man, just go home.”

“I walked here.”

“Shit. Right. Do any of you have a car?” Demetri asked no one in particular.

“Oh Aisha does. Well it’s her dad’s,” you pointed out, not really thinking it through.

Aisha’s look shot up. “But-” You could see she was conflicted. You could understand. Finally people wanted her around, and she wanted to stay a little longer for that.

You could not believe you were about to do this.

“I’m such a good friend,” you muttered, standing up, and Aisha looked at you, puzzled. You held your hand out. "Gimme the keys."

"What-"

"Do it before I change my mind."

She did as you said, placing it on your hand. You took another look at Miguel, then at Hawk. "Can you help him?"

Hawk immediately stood up to do so, and you made your way to Aisha's car, leaving both Aisha and Demetri behind with a promise you'd come back later to drive them all home too.

"Do you know where he lives?"

Hawk was done shoving a now barely conscious Miguel into the passenger's seat, buckling the seatbelt for him, which you took notice of. He seemed to care a lot about Miguel. "Yeah I'll- can you give me your number? I'll forward it."

"Sure."

[. . .]

"Where are we going?" At some point along the way Miguel seemed to have gained a little consciousness back, his eyes widening as he took bearing of his surroundings. You could understand why. He was in a random car going who-knows-where with a kind of random person who hated him. Well he didn’t really know about that last part, but still.

"I'm taking you home."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, my mom can't see me like this."

"What?"

"I can't go home like this you don't get it-"

"But where-"

"She's been so proud of me lately, I-" Was he… crying? So he was an emotional drunk. Miguel Diaz, a crier. Who would've thought.

"Well where the fuck am I supposed to take you?"

"I- sensei- no he lives next door you can't-"

"Diaz I'm gonna take you home. I don't care."

"Fuck."

You actually took a good look at him when you had to stop at a red light. He looked a mess. He was sweating, hair sticking to his forehead, legs shaking in anxiety.

You couldn't be this soft, right?

You sighed in annoyance, but you were doing this to yourself, really. "I'll take you to my place. But you better sober up cause you're gonna have to get in through the window."

He seemed surprised. "You'll do that?"

"Yeah don't get used to it. I'm kicking you out as soon as I wake up."

He stayed silent the whole ride, until you turned the engine off.

"Thanks," he muttered under his breath, before you opened the door to get out. You didn't reply.

You helped him out, holding him by his wrists until he got his balance back, and you both climbed through your bedroom window, which you were now thankful you'd left open.

"G’mme your phone."

“Why?”

“I’m gonna text your mom.” He unlocked it, getting the password wrong a few times before handing it to you. The texts you sent were simple.

hey mom im really tired gonna stay at demetri’s call you in the morning!

You didn’t know if trusting Miguel to be alone with his phone, in that state, especially after what had gone down at the canyon, was the smartest choice, so you took it with you, stuffing it in your back pocket.

“Okay look I still gotta get Aisha and the guys, so I'm trusting you to keep quiet." This was a bad idea. "Can you do that?" This was a terrible idea.

He nodded before plopping down on your bed. This was a horrible idea.

He was asleep in a second, and there was nothing else you could do but hope he'd stay that way as you climbed your way back out.

. . .

"Okay any of you that wanna get home get in the fucking car please," you said, not really up to stay and wait even more for them. After all, every second you were there was one more second in which a completely wasted Miguel Diaz was alone in your room, with your mom right there in hers.

All three got inside pretty quickly, and you dropped them off as fast as you could. Demetri first, then Hawk, Aisha last.

You actually got in through the door this time, so your mom would know you'd gotten home without having to go check your room. You prayed she hadn't done that already.

"Mom? You awake?"

"Yes! The party done?"

"Yeah. Had to drop some friends off, sorry I took too long."

"It's fine. Didn't Aisha pick you up though?"

"Oh yeah she left the car with me, got to be the driver for today. I’ll just pick her up tomorrow.”

"Oh okay honey!”

"Well I'm really tired. Gonna go to sleep.”

"Yeah, me too. Goodnight!"

“‘Night, Love you!”

With that, you quickly took off to your room to check on Miguel, who, surprisingly, was still asleep on your bed.

Your relief quickly washed away when you registered the fact that he was asleep… on your bed. You know, where you were supposed to sleep. Fucking great.

You considered waking him up and making him sleep on the floor. For… reasons that had everything to do with not being an asshole, and nothing to do with anything else at all, you didn’t.

You grabbed some blankets and placed them on the floor beside your bed, snatching one of your pillows from under his head. This was going to absolutely kill your spine.

You took one last look at him, and couldn’t contain a laugh at how ridiculous he looked, draped over the bed, hair disheveled, literally drooling. You’d have to change your pillowcase tomorrow.

‘Good-fucking-night, I guess.'

[. . .]

Your alarm went off at 7, as it always did on school mornings, and you jumped awake when you remembered how gross you probably were after the previous night. Miguel was still in deep sleep when you left to take a shower, but was sitting up on the bed, looking confused, when you came back. He’d apparently already taken the advil you left for him on your nightstand, as it was nowhere to be found.

“Are you- what am I doing here?”

“Drank too much. Cried like a baby when I tried to drive you home,” you shrugged. “Now hurry up, dude, or we’re gonna be late.”

“What?”

“Look we’ll talk in the car, I can’t be late for chemistry again or Mr. Henderson is gonna be up my ass about it.”

He still looked completely out of the loop, barely awake yet, but nodded, standing up and following you to the car.

“Why’d you bring me here?” He finally spoke up after a couple minutes in silence. It seemed that he was finally becoming fully aware of what was going on.

“I was actually gonna bring you home, but you started crying ‘cause you didn’t want your mom to see you drunk or whatever. So. Next best thing.”

“Thank you.” He paused. “So, uh. you’re friends with Aisha, right? She talks a lot about you-”

You cut him short. “Look, just because I let you stay over and sleep in my bed doesn’t mean we’re friends, alright? You don’t have to be friendly just ‘cause you think you owe me something.”

“Um, I was just trying to be nice-”

“I’m not an asshole, I wasn’t gonna do you like that. I’m very nice, you’re very welcome, whatever.”

“Are you- are you... mad at me?” He looked surprised- no, dumbfounded was a more fitting word to describe it.

You scoffed. In truth, you still had no idea what about him got you so irritated. It’s not like he wasn’t being nice.

Still, you couldn’t help it. “What, can you not believe there’s one person out there who doesn’t worship the ground you walk on?” Okay, so you were exaggerating. So what? Not like it was gonna make much of a difference for him.

“I don’t think anyone worships the ground I walk on.”

"Whatever, Diaz. I’m only doing this ‘cause you’re Aisha’s friend.”

“Okay.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry, by the way.”

“About what?”

“Your girlfriend, or whatever.”

He hesitated. “Yeah, it’s fine. I was an asshole last night. Should’ve expected it. I’ll get over it.”

“Yeah. Oh Hawk’s bringing you a hoodie, by the way. So you don’t smell like alcohol at school.”

“Thank you.”

Nope. “His idea.”

He nodded. “Right.”

It wasn’t long until you pulled up into Aisha’s driveway, making your way out and around the car and opening the passenger's door to find Miguel staring at you, silently asking what you wanted.

"Move. I take shotgun when Aisha drives."

"Does that really-" He didn't bother finishing his sentence, letting out a sigh before unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out.

"Thank you," you said, making sure it didn't actually sound like you were thankful at all, before hopping in. Miguel did the same, getting in the backseat.

You quickly separated as soon as you got to school, with Miguel following Hawk to change into the hoodie he brought him, and you and Aisha getting on your way to Chemistry with Mr. Henderson.

Aisha shot you a weird look. "Why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?"

"You're being a total bitch to him! What happened to the person that took him home last night? Let him stay over?"

"For your information I do have empathy, you know? He was crying!”

"You still could've just taken him home," she shrugged, a smug look on her face. Jerk.

"Hey this is all on you! He left my bed reeking of beer, you owe me a big one."

"He slept in your bed?"

"And I slept on the floor, dumbass! He was passed out drunk!"

"Yeah sorry I don’t think I remember a lot of it. But you slept on the floor? That must've hurt."

"It did. So he should be very thankful."

"I... think he is. You're just not letting him thank you."

"Hey I let him thank me! But that doesn't mean we have to be friends. I'm doing pretty well without him in my life."

"Just admit he's not as bad as you thought and move on!"

"Oh fuck off. What do you want me to do next, marry him or something?"

"Hey you’re the one who’s bringing it up,” she put her hands up in surrender, as if defending herself.

"Shut up. Pay attention, Ms. Robinson!" You mocked her, turning to the projector in front of you.

[. . .]

"Yeah right like Demetri could win a fight against Hawk."

"I think he could! If he got some training." Aisha protested, laughing.”

"Oh come on have you seen the guy? I don't know what your sensei's been feeding him but he's like jacked now."

"Oh so you've been paying attention?" She raised an eyebrow in an exaggeratedly suggestive manner.

"Like I'd want something to do with a guy from Cobra Kai."

"Hey!"

"You're an exception! You are on thin ice though."

"Well I think you should give them a chance."

Of course you could see right through her. "If by them you mean Miguel's included then you can forget it."

"What is it with you and him anyway? What did he ever even do to you?

"Nothing? I don't know, he just makes me mad. You can't be that perfect and not be an asshole."

"Did you just call him perfect?"

"I was being mean about it!"

"You totally d-" She stopped mid-sentence when she noticed you weren't paying attention, your eyes focused on something right behind her. She turned around to face…

Well, speak of the devil.

"What?" You asked him dryly. What could he possibly have to talk to Aisha about right now that required interrupting your lunch?

But he was actually talking to you. "I uh- I think I left my phone at your place? I can't find it anywhere."

You mentally cursed yourself for it, remembering you'd taken it with you the night before. "Shit yeah. I was scared you'd call someone or it would ring and my mom would hear or something. I guess… You can come over to get it after school if you want."

"Yeah. Sure. Thanks." He was about to turn around and walk back to the table he was sitting at with his friends before he stopped. "Do you guys wanna like. Sit with us?"

Aisha looked at you expectantly.

"No, we're good," you replied, and he nodded, making his way back.

"Dude! Let's just go!"

"What I already have to see him after school and now you want me to spend lunch with him? No thank you."

"You're so stupid."

You stuck your middle finger out at her before going back to eating.

[. . .]

You had already told Aisha goodbye, and were about to leave when he came up to you again. “Hey! Y/n! Wait-”

You turned around to face him. He was out of breath, clearly having run all the way up to you. You quirked an eyebrow, demanding him to tell you what he wanted. This was like a 400% increase on your Miguel Diaz interaction scale and you were right about done.

“My phone.”

Oh, right. He was coming over, like, right away. That was great.

“Yeah right. I’m walking home though.”

“Yeah I’ll- I’ll walk with you.”

And what an awkward fucking walk.

“Well here it is,” you handed him the phone, and he took it, stuffing it in his back pocket.

“Alright, thanks.”

“Sure.”

“See you at school?”

Hopefully not. “I guess.”

[. . .]

“Oh I’ll- be right back!” You heard Miguel’s voice behind you as you walked through the hallway alone, on your way to bio, and made sure not to look his way, hoping he wouldn’t see you.

You had no luck with that.

“Y/n!”

You let out a defeated sigh before turning around. He was wearing a deep-red hoodie, which was something you took notice off, for some reason.

“Yes?”

“Hey I know you don’t want anything to do with me-” you nodded, agreeing, and he pursed his lips together before continuing. “-but I think uh- I think I left my socks at your place too?”

He had to be kidding, right? “What?”

“My uh- my socks.”

“You think you left your socks in my room. And you wanna go get them.”

“Well yeah.”

“Can you not survive without one pair of socks?”

“Well-”

“You know what, fine. Whatever. I’m leaving a little late today though so you’ll have to stick around.”

“Yeah sure.”

You wordlessly turned around and walked to class. It seemed that interacting with Miguel was now a daily experience. That was just such fun, huh?

. . .

You found him waiting for you by the bike racks, right by the front steps, as you exited the building. You kind of didn’t actually expect him to wait for you. I mean, he could just ask you to look for the stupid socks and bring them to him the next day. That’s certainly what you would do if you were in his shoes, as to avoid the interaction.

You had to remind yourself, though, that the hate you felt for him isn’t mutual, which only angered you further. Couldn’t he just hate you back? Be a little rude? Maybe then you wouldn’t look like a bitch for being like that towards him.

“You didn’t take that long,” he pointed out.

“Yeah. Turns out they wanna move the project up for one more week or something.”

“That’s cool.” He pulled his bike out of the rack, grabbing the handles and starting to walk with it by his side, and you followed along. You were both quiet for a couple minutes before, of course, he couldn’t help himself from talking. Did he think everyone wanted to hear him talk all the time?

A tiny part of you told you he was just trying to be nice. Okay, fine. Maybe you were being too harsh.

“What’s your deal with me?”

Yeah, no, he can perrish actually. “What do you mean?”

“I mean why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“It… definitely looks like it.”

“Well I don’t.” Well...

“Then why do you act like you do?”

“What, are you trying to psychoanalyze me?”

“I just wanna know what I did!”

“You didn’t do anything! You never seem to do anything wrong, do you?”

“What?”

“What, don’t play dumb. I don’t know what it is, okay? You just annoy me. You’re so nice to everyone and everyone just likes you so much and you don’t even have to do anything!”

“You don’t like me… because I’m nice to people. And so they like me.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s how it sounded.”

“Whatever. We’re here,” you pointed out, and you made your way into your place. Not without taking notice of the sky, which was a dark grey color now, a storm forming. “Come on you can leave the bike here, looks like it’s gonna rain.”

“Yeah, I think…”

[. . .]

… So you were stuck at home with him.

This had to be a nightmare.

The clouds were quick to cover the sky right after you got inside, and you could barely see any hint of sunlight despite it still over four in the afternoon. Rain started pouring heavily quickly after, a storm suddenly forming in no time.

And so there you were. In your kitchen. Alone. Stormed in with Miguel Diaz.

This was just fantastic. Great, amazing, wonderful even!

And your annoyance was apparently visible. “Look if you’re so mad about it I can go-”

You stared at him for a couple seconds, unamused. “You wanna bike? In the middle of the storm?”

He just shrugged.

“I don’t hate you that much, you know? You can stay ‘till it’s over.” God, did you hope it would be over soon.

“See you told me you didn’t hate me at all.”

“Okay yeah you can go.”

He laughed. “Fine. I won’t push. Do you wanna do something?”

“I mean I don’t think there’s a lot to do. I guess we could watch something.”

“Yeah! That’s cool!”

“Well what do you-” you were interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing, and you took it out of your pocket, only to see it was your mom calling. Miguel sat back down by the counter as you picked it up.

“Honey are you okay? Are you home yet?”

“Yeah we got here just in time. Are you alright?”

“Yes, but the rain’s really bad here- wait, we? Is Aisha over?”

You took a glance at Miguel. Now how to explain that?

“Uh, actually it’s another friend.”

“Is it? Who?”

“Um his name’s Miguel? We were gonna do a- a physics project. But he rides a bike, so.”

There was a pause. “Right. Are you two gonna be okay?”

“Yeah don’t worry! We’ll just do what we need to do ‘till he can go.”

“Fine. Call me if you need anything! I’ll head home as soon as the storm clears.”

“Right. Love you!”

[. . .]

“Um does she not mind?” You were both sitting on the couch now, about 20 minutes into Thor: Ragnarok, when he said something.

You looked away from the screen. “What?”

“Y- your mom? That I’m here, I mean.”

“Oh she did sound a little- I dunno. But it’s not like she’s gonna make you go out in this weather.”

“Cool. Oh- we didn’t- I didn’t get my socks.”

You laughed at the thought of him thinking about his stupid socks the entire time you’d been watching the film. “Do those socks really matter that much to you? Oh are they too embarrassing? Do they have like little spongebobs on them or something?”

“No, I just-” he seemed to be fighting it, but was now laughing too. “No they don’t have little spongebobs on them. Just remembered it.”

“We can get it after the movie’s done.”

“Right.” He brought his attention back to the TV, but you decided to grab your phone and text Aisha.

y/n

dude youre not gonna fucking believe my luck

She replied almost instantly.

aisha

????? what happened

y/n

well miguel came over to get his socks or whatever

aisha

and???? ;))))))

y/n

this isnt a ;) situation!!! were stuck inside!!!

aisha

omg are you serious its just rain

y/n

yeah but pretty boy here rides a bike

aisha

dude you walk

y/n

irrelevant!!!!!

aisha

well what are you doing rn?

y/n

were watching thor trying not to kill him

aisha

oh shut up

y/n

he’s annoying!!!

aisha

just watch the movie and wait for the rain to stop its not that hard

y/n i've watched this like 7 times already he was just really excited to watch it

aisha

awww you're all soft for him

y/n

im going over your house to kill you

aisha

you cant bc you're stuck with miguel!! WAIT

y/n

what?

aisha

you're home alone with a cute boy and youre complaining??

y/n

hes not a cute boy!!! hes miguel!!!

aisha

whos a cute boy

y/n

you dont even like guys

aisha

im not blind??

y/n

shut up

aisha

get some!!!!

y/n

die

aisha

:))))))

You put your phone down looking at Miguel once again. He was really concentrated on whatever was going on in the movie, so you decided it was safe to stare for a little bit. He didn’t look as messy like he did that day at the party. He even-

“That hoodie looks good on you.”

Where the fuck did that come from?

You really hadn’t meant to say it out loud. You couldn’t quite figure out his expression. God, he was gonna make fun of you-

“Thanks,” was all he said in return. He was staring at you now, as if trying to figure you out. You supposed you had to give it to him- you were just as shocked at yourself to blurt that out as he seemed to be. The movie seemed to be long forgotten.

You expected some snarky remark, a cocky grin. But nothing. Was that it? He was probably controlling himself as to not laugh at your face about it, you just knew it.

You couldn’t take the embarrassment. Why did you have to make things weird? You suddenly stood up in a quick motion. “I’m gonna find us something to eat.”

Aisha’s texts must have just gotten to your head, because why else would you even say something like that? You didn’t think he looked in that hoodie. Wait, no, that’s not what you said. You said you thought the hoodie looked good on him. Whatever, you had to focus.

And then he did the worst possible thing he could have done, which was offer to go with you.

Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off! “Sure.” You tried to act normal. There was nothing normal about the weird tension you’d managed to create between the two of you.

It’s safe to say things were awkward. You occupied yourself with opening and looking through every single cabinet in the kitchen, even the ones where you knew there would be no food, trying desperately to find excuses to delay looking at him.

“Um are you okay?”

“Yes.” You were not. “Why?”

“You’ve been looking for something for a while. I’m not that hungry you know, you don’t have to.”

“Well I am.” You grabbed the first thing you could find, which was a chocolate bar, thankfully. At least one good thing to come out of this never-ending disastrous afternoon. “Found it.” You held it up for him to see, but made sure to avoid eye contact before making your way to the living room.

You both sat down to resume watching the movie, but there was still this weird energy around the room, one which, again, you’d gracefully created on your own, and you felt antsy. “Do you wanna go get your socks?”

“Uh, okay?”

You nodded back, turning around and making your way towards your room, knowing he’d follow you. You quickly sat down on your bed and waited for him to walk through the door.

“Hey.”

“Um I didn’t see any socks anywhere so. Feel free to look around.” You finally worked up the guts to look at him for a split second. He nodded.

[. . .]

An hour had gone by since, and the storm didn’t look like it was getting any better. You’d even passed the point of being embarrassed about what you’d said earlier- okay, maybe not completely, but still- and were just staring at the ceiling, laying on your bed, waiting for the time to pass. Miguel was sitting right beside you, and you didn’t remember the last time one of you had said a word until he broke the silence again. God this kid loves to talk doesn’t he?

“You don’t actually hate me, right?”

“Are we still on about that?”

“There’s not really anything to talk about. I don’t know anything about you.”

“My name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I go to West Valley High. I'm stuck inside my house right now."

“Wow now I know everything there is to know, thank you,” he returned with sarcasm.

“What do you wanna know?” It had to be the peak of boredom, engaging in small talk with Miguel Diaz of all people. What was this, 21 questions?

“Well what kind of music do you like?”

“Little bit of everything I guess. Rock, pop, whatever.”

“You like 80’s rock?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. My sensei showed it to me and it’s been my favorite.”

You didn’t mean to laugh.

“What?”

“Just weird. Sensei.”

“Well that’s the word.”

“Yeah I know.”

“Have you ever thought about it?”

“Thought about what?”

“Joining Cobra Kai.”

This time you made sure to laugh loudly. “Yeah. Would be a dream come true.”

“What’s so wrong with Cobra Kai?”

“Don’t get me wrong, Diaz, Cobra Kai has helped Aisha a lot. But honestly it just seems like it recruits nerds and turns them into self-conceited jerks.”

“Um would I be one of those self-conceited jerks?”

“Sure.”

“Have I done anything to you? I don’t-”

“You haven’t. But just- everyone keeps praising you for everything. And you didn’t let it get to your head? I don’t buy it.”

“People don’t praise me for everything. I've gotten beaten up a fair amount."

“Whatever.”

“Well what’s your favorite color?”

“Are you seriously asking me that?”

“It’s a valid question.”

“What’s yours?”

“Orange.”

“That’s lame.”

“What's yours then?”

“Y/F/C.”

“That’s lamer.”

“Very funny.” You mocked him, but realized you were actually smiling.

He opened a smile of his own. “See? I’m not that bad.”

“You’re bearable.”

“That’s progress.” There was a pause. “Well you should come to practice some day.”

“Why would I do that?”

“To see that you’re wrong! We’re like family. I’ve never had anything like that before Cobra Kai.”

“Yeah I don’t think that’ll happen. But I’ll keep it in mind.”

[. . .]

“Yes mom I know. Yes he’s still here. Of course I’m not gonna let him go out in this weather. No, are you sure? But where will you- fine. But please talk to me. Right, love you.”

“So?”

“She's gonna have to stay there until things get better.”

“What? Is it still that bad?”

“Apparently. There were like a bunch of car accidents around the buildings.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

[. . .]

“This is so fucking boring.”

“Do you have any games on your phone or something?”

“You sound like a little kid.”

“Shut up.” He totally did.

“What is it?’

“What?”

“Stop staring at me.”

“I’m not staring at you.”

“You were! Weirdo.”

There was a pause. “Did you mean it?”

“What?”

“That you think my hoodie looks good on me.”

“No?" You tried.

“Then why why’d you say it?”

“Can we not talk about that?”

“You know if you actually gave me a chance I think we could be good friends.”

“Yeah in your dreams, Diaz. I’d probably kill you.”

He actually had the nerve to laugh at you. “Yeah I don’t think you could.”

“I think I could!” You tried defending yourself, but you knew it was complete bullshit. I mean, have you seen his arms?

Not that you’d been looking!

Obviously not.

“Did you forget I literally do karate almost every single day?”

You shrugged in fake disdain. “Still think I could take you.”

He let out an incredulous laugh. “Okay.” He stood up, holding his hand out to you. You shot him a confused look. “What, prove it then!”

“No I’m not doing that.”

“So you’re admitting you can’t take me.”

You knew you couldn’t, but you also doubted he’d go too hard on you. Plus this was a matter of pride now, you couldn’t just let him have that. He knew exactly how to push your buttons to get you to do this. You immediately took his hand, standing up as well. “I said I could.”

“Alright. Come on," he challenged you, getting in a fighting stance, and you tried your best to mimic him, holding your hands in fists in front of your body. He laughed at that, reaching to change the position of your hands. “Okay this,” he said as he moved them just a little bit, “could break your thumbs.”

“Fine. That good enough, sensei?” You mocked, and the boy made a funny expression at that, but quickly snapped out of it.

“Okay, so I’m gonna try to sweep your leg, like this,” he pretended to do the motion, “and what you’re gonna do is block my leg with your right arm, like this,” he did the same with the new movement.

“This isn’t a karate lesson, just fight me!”

“Alright, whatever you say. You ready?”

You were not. “Yup.”

Okay, terrible idea.

In no time he’d done as he said, and your back was immediately pressed to the floor, with no time to even process it happening.

Still, you weren’t gonna just not get a little fun out of it. “You got lucky."

He dared to laugh at you again, before sticking out his hand for you to take. You couldn’t contain a grin as you pulled him to the floor beside you, laughing at his surprise when you were successful.

“Oh I see how it is!” He exclaimed, laughing. You were already starting to stand up, but he tackled you to the floor again, hovering over you.

“Jerk!” You punched him on the chest, playfully, but you were both laughing, despite both being extremely out of breath. You tried to catch him by surprise again, and went to flip your positions, but he was quicker, pinning you to the floor by both your wrists. It was no use then, when he was clearly stronger than you.

But then something really, really weird happened. After your laughter calmed down, it was impossible not to take notice of how the two of you looked right now.

It’s like you had to think about it a second time for the situation to actually click: he was on top of you, having you quite literally pinned under him by your wrists, practically straddling you at that point, with his knees on the floor on either side of your hips.

You looked up at him, and he was staring at your face. Intently so.

For some reason you couldn’t get yourself to look away. It lasted a ridiculously long time, the eye contact, or at least that’s what it felt like, and you were still out of breath from the play fighting, your brain trying to catch on to the situation you were in.

You could swear you saw him glance down at your lips, fueling the tension that was already inherently thick in the air between you. You immediately tried to rid yourself of the thought, as it was probably ridiculous- but then he did the last thing you’d expect him to do.

He actually leaned in.

And you did something even weirder than that: you actually let him do it.

In a second his lips were on yours, and he almost lost his balance as you got your wrists free of his grip, instinctively reaching for the back of his head, intertwining your fingers to his hair.

The adrenaline of it all was thrilling, and it was like your brain had stopped stopped working altogether. After all if you had been functioning normally you would not find yourself in this situation.

No matter. At that moment all you were really worried about was kissing him. You kissed him back, and then you did it again, and again, and again, until you had to pull away to breathe, your chest heaving up and down, as did his, and your breaths being the only sound heard around the entire house, much louder than the now muffled sound of the rain and thunder outside.

And then you made eye contact again and it seemed as what just happened downed on you, all at once.

You had just kissed Miguel Diaz.

No, much worse: you had just made out with Miguel Diaz. On your bedroom floor.

Ooooooooh, no.

Your eyes went wide and you were quick to push him away, standing up.

“Are you-”

You cut him off immediately. “I’ll be right back."

“But-”

“I’ll be right back!” You repeated yourself. “You can go uh- looking for your socks or whatever if you want.”

“Are you serious-” you made your way out of the bedroom, straight into the first room you took sight off- the bathroom. You made sure to lock the door before you sat on the floor, back pressed to the wall.

Okay, so that just happened. You just kissed Miguel Diaz. No, actually, you just kissed Miguel Diaz back. He kissed you. But then again you kissed back. But he kissed you first, which means he was attracted to you? Did that mean you were attracted to him? No, you- okay, maybe.

Shit, shit, shit.

You pulled out your phone, scrambling to find Aisha’s contact. You hesitated before sending anything, knowing she'd tease you about this until the end of time , but Miguel was right outside and you had no idea how to face him after this. Holding your breath, you pressed send.

y/n

i did something

She took a minute to reply, and you jumped when you heard the sound of the notification.

aisha

okay should i be worried

y/n

um depends

aisha

okay im definitely worried did you actually kill him

y/n

no

aisha

then what did you do did you kick him out?

y/n

also no

aisha

girl just fucking say it!!!! i dont have time for this

y/n

okay but you cant say i told you so

aisha

youre definitely worrying me

y/n

he migthve kissed me

aisha

IM SORRY WHAT WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE KISSED YOU WHAT WHAT DID YOU DO????

y/n

i,,, might have kissed him back

and we mightve made out like a little bit

aisha

YOU DID NOT ARE YOU JOKING? ILL LITERALLY MURDER YOU IF YOU ARE

y/n

why would i joke about that?????????? you think i wanted this to happen???

aisha

well clearly you did????

y/n

no!!!!!

aisha

why would you have kissed back then?????

y/n

i dont know!!!!!! reflex?????

aisha

yeah right

was it reflex to KEEP kissing him back????

im gonna call you

y/n

no hes still here!!!!!!

Your phone rang, and you were quick to decline.

y/n

hes still here! hes gonna hear us!!!

aisha

omfg what are you gonna do

y/n

die maybe?

aisha

i knew you were into him

y/n

i am not!!!! into him!!!!!! HE kissed ME!!!

aisha

and you kissed back!!!!

y/n

that doesn’t mean anything!!!!

aisha

yes it does???????

“Y/n?”

Fuck. He was right outside the bathroom door.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m great Diaz. Go look for your socks.”

“Yeah um- I found them.”

“Cool.”

“Hey it’s okay if you don’t wanna talk about it, I shouldn’t have-”

“Yeah, you shouldn't have.”

“I mean you… kind of did kiss back.”

Silence. What could you reply to that?

“Can we not? Talk about it.”

“Uh. Fine?"

“Okay. I’m coming out then. And we can finish the movie.”

“Sure. The sky’s clearing up too so.”

“Okay.”

You unlocked the door, inhaling deeply before opening it.

[. . .]

“Why did I let you do this? This is weird!” You whispered to Aisha, making sure the others didn't hear you. You'd let her convince you to sit with her friends from Cobra Kai during lunch, claiming it was the best way for you to seem ‘chill’ about what had happened. You were immediately regretting it.

You’d agreed not to talk about what happened at your place the night before, but things were still pretty awkward with Miguel, and it was really, really visible. Hawk had been stealing small glances at you, then immediately averting his eyes to Miguel, and so you were sure Miguel had told him all about it. Sure, you'd told Aisha too, but whatever.

He was probably bragging about it or something, in typical fuckboy fashion. Or something.

“It’s literally fine! You’re seeing things.”

“I’m not seeing things! It’s literally so awkward!”

“You can't avoid him forever!”

“I don't have to sit with him at lunch either!”

[. . .]

You’d almost considered yourself lucky for not having had to see Miguel in any other instance during the rest of the day, even congratulating yourself on managing to avoid him when he, of course, approached you at the exit.

“Y/n!”

You stopped, sighing in defeat. “Yes?”

“Are we cool?”

“Sorry?”

“I mean it seems like you’re acting weird, I don't know.”

“Does it really matter to you? We're not friends, so.”

“Okay. But we- was it that bad?”

“What?”

“That I kissed you, are you that mad about it?”

Your eyes widened and you looked around, trying to see if anyone around you heard him. “I told you I didn’t wanna talk about that!”

“Well let’s just solve it so we don’t have to! I thought you wanted it too. I mean it- it seemed like you did at the moment but now I don’t know and I’m really sorry if-“

“Look I don’t know what happened okay? You don’t have to feel bad about it or anything, you didn’t read it wrong. But it was a one time thing. It I’m trying to be more friendly with you guys because of Aisha, but there’s nothing more to it. It was just a heat of the moment thing.” You turned around, already starting to walk before he had the chance to talk more.

Of course he still yelled after you. “You should go see us today!”

Okay, big change of subject. “What?”

“At the dojo. We have practice at five.”

You were the one to not get the time to say anything back this time, him hopping on his bike and getting on his way.

Well, should you?

[. . .]

“This is stupid.”

“You’re just watching!” Aisha said, trying to cheer you up. “I can’t believe I couldn’t get you to come see me but Miguel could.”

“That’s not what’s going on.”

“Right.”

“It’s not! Did I not sit with your friends at lunch today? I’m making an effort. For you.”

“And only for me.” She didn't sound like she believed it at all.

“Only for you.”

She let out a laugh, and you elbowed her arm. You got to the place, entering the door, which made a bell sound out. You couldn't help but notice the ridiculous amount of snake drawings, which was apparently the dojo’s logo, that were scattered on the walls. Despite that, the place looked decent.

You caught sight of writing on one of the walls.

“That like your mantra?”

Strike first. Strike Hard. No mercy. Very inviting.

“Something like that.”

“Not violent at all,” you pointed out.

“What's the point of karate if it’s not violent?”

“Isn't that LaRusso's whole thing? Non- violent karate?”

“Well he’s stupid, so that fits.”

“Okay, well I’m gonna-”

“QUIET!” A man you hadn’t seen walk in shouted, startling you and all the students.

“Ms. Robinson, who are we missing?”

Aisha looked around. “Hawk and Miguel, sensei.”

“Okay. They have three minutes.” He seemed to finally take notice of you. “New student?”

“Y/N’s my friend, sensei-” did they have to refer to him as sensei in every single sentence?

“Yeah I'm just here to watch-”

“What are you, a pussy?”

“Sensei!”

“I’m sorry?” You asked, dumbfounded. Okay, what was happening?

“Don’t think you can handle one class?”

“I don’t-”

“If you’re staying in my dojo, you’re participating.”

You looked at Aisha. “I mean it can’t hurt,” was all she said, shrugging her shoulders.

“Are you kidding me-” At that very moment you heard the bell again, turning around to see who it was. Of course the timing was immaculate. Hawk and Miguel entered the dojo, taking their shoes off and stepping into the mat. You turned back around to face Aisha. “Do I have to take my shoes off?”

“Yeah.”

You did it quickly, before getting back to your place. Were you really about to do this? And what for? Because you couldn’t say no to a scary old man?

Because you couldn’t say no to…

Nevermind.

“Alright quiet! Fighting positions!”

Everything was happening way too fast, and you tried to keep up, trying to remember the stance Miguel had helped you with the night before. Sensei walked through the rows of kids, all dressed in those weird clothes except for you, which naturally drove his attention to you, to which he laughed. “Yeah do that and you'll leave a fight with two broken thumbs.” Right.

Just to prove your luck, Sensei Lawrence had a fantastic idea. “Diaz, you’re in charge of teaching her the first moves. I’m teaching these nerds here how to headbutt. Again.”

“Yes, sensei!”

You were accepting it, the Universe had to be having the time of its infinite life at your expense. Miguel walked up to you, sporting a smirk. “You came.”

“Because Aisha asked me to.”

“Right. Of course.” You both walked off to the side of the mat, as to not disturb the rest of the class. “Alright, fighting stance.”

You made sure to make a face before you did as he said, remembering to leave your thumbs out of your fists this time. You were not giving him the satisfaction of correcting you about that again.

“Okay, that’s good. But you gotta-” he pushed your feet further behind with his own. “Okay. Now the most simple punches you’re gonna do are the jab and the cross. You’re gonna do the jab like this-” he showed it, punching the air with his left hand, “and the cross is gonna go like this,” he did the same, with his right hand this time. “But you’re gonna punch this,” he motioned to the punching bag in front of you.

“Oh, I kinda hoped I'd get to punch you!”

He smiled. “You’ll have plenty of time for that.” He positioned himself behind the punching bag, holding it in place.

"Do I have to do the weird grunt noises too?" You messed with him.

“Just go.”

You tried you best, not really having any idea what to do.

“Okay stop.”

“What?”

He came up beside you. “Okay pay attention.” He did the movements, slowly this time. “You’re letting your hand punch down. It’s supposed to stay just in your eyesight.”

“So like this?” You tried it.

“Yeah but don’t bend your elbow. You could sprain it that way.”

“What? I don’t-”

“And you really thought you could take me?”

“Shut up. I could report you to your sensei, you know.”

“I’m the sensei right now.”

“In your dreams.”

“Come on, you can do it.” He took you by surprise as he placed a hand on your waist, pressuring it down so your legs would stay steady, and grabbed your right hand with the other one. You tried not to think too hard about it. It was a little hard focusing on what he wanted to teach you when you knew what it was like to- no. No wandering there.

He curled your fingers into a fist. “Okay so your hand will already be in a fist, right here, and then what you’re gonna do is hold it out in a straight line, you can’t let it fall down-”

[. . .]

“You can admit it, you know?”

“Admit what?”

“You liked it.”

“What?”

“Karate.” Oh. Right. Karate.

“I would never.”

“You totally did!”

“Okay. Fine. A little. But I think it definitely would have been better if I had a better teacher.”

“A better sensei, you mean,” he pressed you about it, earning an eye-roll from you.

“Whatever.”

“Are you gonna keep doing it?”

“What?”

“Are you like enrolling?”

“I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”

“Cool.”

“Why, do you wanna see me that bad?”

He let out a laugh. “Yeah, whatever you say."

[. . .]

A couple weeks had gone by, and you had agreed to go to the movies with Aisha and her friends- well, you guessed now they were your friends too. The two of you were the first to get there, and were standing in line to get popcorn when Hawk and Miguel walked up to you. “I didn’t know you were coming,” Miguel pointed out.

“Do you not have other friends you can talk to?”

“You act like you were forced to be here.”

“I could have been!”

“I don’t think you were.”

You didn’t have a snarky reply to that.

“So sensei was talking to me about putting you in for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah cause you missed on tuesday?”

“Oh right! Stupid project.”

“Yeah. Well apparently he has stuff to do so he asked if I could help you out.”

You laughed in an exaggerated manner. “Oh there’s no way.”

“It was sensei’s idea!” Miguel defended himself.

“And it’s a bad one! No way.”

Aisha turned to you, handing you a huge popcorn for you to hold. She then handed Miguel two cups, and all of you went on your way.

“Look the dojo’s empty at three. You should be there then.” He walked past you and sat down next to Hawk.

[. . .]

“You showed up!”

“Yeah whatever.” You put your backpack down on the floor and took your shoes off, walking into the mat.

“You’re not wearing your gi,” he pointed out just to mess with you.

“You’re not wearing yours.”

“But I’m the sensei today.”

“Yeah you don’t look very sensei-like to me.”

“What would look sensei-like to you?” He got himself in fighting position as he talked, and you made sure to do the same.

“I don’t know. A little buffer, less of a pussy,” you teased him.

“Hey watch your words! We’re serious people in this dojo!” He laughed. “Alright left front kick, right round kick, jab, cross and hook, all of them three times. You ready?”

You tried to make sure you remembered the order correctly. “Is the hook before of after the cross?”

“After.”

“Right, so left front kick, right round kick, jab, cross, hook.”

“Yeah. Now go.” You did it. “Okay good! Is someone… enjoying karate?”

“Shut up.”

He smiled. “Alright I’m gonna block you this time.”

You repeated the sequence. Left front kick, right round kick, jab, cross, hook. Left front kick, right round kick, jab, cross, hook.

Left front kick, right round kick, jab, mat.

Mat?

“That’s not fair you were just gonna block!” You exclaimed after processing the fact that he’d just tackled you to the floor.

“You forgot to keep your guard up.”

“Whatever.” You began standing up.

“What, can’t take it?”

“Is little Miguel Diaz being mean to someone?”

“I’m just pointing out your weaknesses so you can work on them.”

“Because you’re just perfect, aren't you?”

“Do me then.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I-” he closed his eyes shut and pursed his lips together at the poor choice of words. “Do the same thing to me.”

“I don’t know, I’m starting to think you’re like into pain or something.”

“Yeah whatever you say. Come on.”

He did the sequence this time, and you blocked the movements, waiting for the chance to catch him by surprise. You did it while he was going for it the second time around, grabbing him by the wrist and attempting to pull it down, but he was quicker.

Best fighter in the Valley, after all.

In no time you were on the ground again. Fucker.

“I told you! It’s good practice though.” He was laughing at you, and held out his hand for you to take when he noticed you weren’t standing up.

You grinned. “Do you never learn?” You did the same as you'd done that one day at your house, pulling him to the floor next to you.

“Okay that was rude!”

“You practically asked for it!” You laughed like crazy as you stood up. “I can’t believe you fell for that twice!”

“Okay, fine.” He held his hand up again. “You not gonna help me?”

“Nope. I, for one, am not dumb.”

He got up. “Oh you’re gonna regret that.”

[. . .]

"Hey are you- are you doing something right now?" Miguel questioned you as he finshed turning the lights off.

"Not really. Why?"

"Do you... want to?"

"Like right now?"

"I mean I think we could both use a shower first but- later?"

"Why?"

"I'm just bored. You don't have to."

You pondered it. Aisha did have to bail on you to go to dinner with her dad. "Fine."

"What- okay."

You laughed as he finished locking the door of the dojo. "What?"

"Didn’t think you’d say yes."

"I can still change my mind."

"Yeah right. You like hanging out with me!"

"Hey don’t get too confident, I just don’t have anything else to do."

"And I don't believe you. Golf ‘n’ Stuf. In like an hour?"

"I don’t know. I might not show up," you teased.

"Yeah I'll see you there!" He yelled, content, already ahead of you on his bike.

[. . .]

“I knew it.”

You turned around where you stood, only to see Miguel behind you, a grin on his face. “You’re annoying. I’ve told you that before, right?”

“Yeah. Many times.”

“Just checking.”

“So?” Miguel held up his arm for you to lace your own with. As if. You scoffed, walking past him, leaving him to jog after you into the park.

“Okay what first?”

“Oh you’re letting me pick?” He asked you. Okay, you had to give it to him, he wasn’t as insufferable when he matched your sarcastic attitude a little bit. Or maybe he was more insufferable and you just liked to see him not be as nice.

“Yes I’m very polite.”

“Well then we’re doing mini golf.”

“Are you forty-five?”

“This place literally has golf in the name, what did you expect?” He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you along.

[. . .]

“Okay I don’t think I’ve ever seen as many tickets in my entire life,” Miguel exclaimed, holding up what looked like at least 80 tickets, all bunched up. You studied the excitement on his face. Fine, so maybe you had a little fun. Just a little. And maybe you thought he looked stupidly cute right now.

Maybe.

You walked up to the counter. He looked at your prize options. “So what do you want? We can get like 53 rings or like 72 plastic… babies? Why would anyone want 72 plastic babies?”

You let out a laugh. “I don’t know, I-” you saw it by the corner, almost hidden. It was perfect. “Ohmygod definitely that guy!” You pointed at it, and the woman behind the counter handed it to Miguel.

He held up the plush bumblebee. “He’s cute! What should we name him?”

“Um… Phillip?”

“What no! That’s so not a bee name.”

“What the hell would a bee name be?”

“Zoe?”

“Okay first off that’s so cliche. Second off, he’s a boy!”

“How would you know that?” You’d been walking for a while, and finally got outside, sitting down on a bench.

“I decided it!”

“Okay. What can we name him then?”

“Oh my God, Lucas!”

“Okay, I think I can accept Lucas.”

“You don’t have a say on my son’s name!”

“Hey he’s our son!”

“I don’t know, we’d have to take a DNA test.”

“Shit have you been cheating on me?”

“Yeah I’m sorry…” you tried to match his playfulness.

There was silence for a moment.

“You know this was actually pretty fun.”

“Yeah I was surprised.” You were teasing, but it wasn’t a lie, either.

“So you liked it? Who knew.”

“Oh shut it. It was okay.”

“You totally did!”

“Okay, whatever. Now we need to discuss Lucas’ custody situation. I’m getting dibs on weekends!” You tried to joke, but Miguel’s mind seemed to be wandering off. “Miguel? Hello?” You waved your hand in front of his face.

“Sorry.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I just- can I tell you something?”

“Okay.”

“I have a theory. You can say I’m wrong. But you can’t get mad at me about it.”

“Okay I’m getting worried.”

“Promise?”

“Sure.”

“Well I’ve thought about it, and I might be being a little hopeful. But I’m pretty sure you might have a crush on me.”

You laughed in disbelief. Did he really just say that to you? “I’m sorry?”

“It’s just a theory! I want you to! I’m- am I wrong?”

You didn’t reply. Because you didn’t know the answer. Did you- wait. “You want me to?”

“I- mean I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, but. It would be nice. And I know you still don’t like to talk about that one time we kissed and all but things have been pretty confusing.”

“Because you have a thing for me.”

“Okay, I get it, it's fine if you don’t-”

Maybe it was not exactly the brightest idea to do something so important so suddenly, without sparing a thought before you did. But, when you knew it, your lips were on his.

It was calmer, softer than the first time you’d done it. Miguel was the one to pull away, smiling into the kiss. He stared at you, and you were nervous. You wanted to tell yourself you didn’t know where that came from, like you’d told yourself had happened that day at your place before attempting to bottle it up. But you knew.

You didn’t realize it, but in those weeks you hung out, you got to actually know him. And at some point you must have started liking him. A few weeks was definitely enough to change your perspective on some things.

You assumed he felt the same, considering the things he said.

… but maybe you read him wrong?

“What?” You asked, insecure, when he didn’t say anything.

He grinned. “You totally have a crush on me!”

You let out a breath in relief.

Okay, yeah, maybe Miguel Diaz wasn’t that bad after all. And maybe you could get yourself used to the thought of going out with him.

Maybe.

[. . .]

A/N: edited the fuck outta this one before posting, my ideas were good but my writing was pretty shit at the time. I think I was like 16/17 when I wrote this one. shits crazy. luv yall

#cobra Kai #karate kid #the karate kid #Miguel Diaz #Miguel Diaz imagine #Miguel Diaz x reader #eli moskowitz #hawk cobra kai #aisha robinson #johnny lawrence #demetri cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai x reader #mars writes

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character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: temporarily closed

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

scream (sam carpenter, tara carpenter, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, wes hicks, quinn bailey)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), kit walker (american horror story), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), jeremiah fisher (the summer i turned pretty), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

#yellowjackets x reader #titans x reader #dc titans x reader #fear street x reader #teen wolf x reader #scream x reader #lottie matthews x reader #dick grayson x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #jason todd x reader #isaac lahey x reader #sam carpenter x reader #jackie taylor x reader #tara carpenter x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #jaiden writes things

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New Recruit

Miguel Diaz x Fem!Reader

Summary: Miguel is looking for new students to help Johnny get the dojo started. He quickly finds out that you are the baddest badass in the Valley, and invites you to Cobra Kai, an invitation you are hesitant to accept

Warnings: none really, fluff ig

(Takes place during season 1, reader kinda replaces Aisha as CK’s second student)

You wouldn’t say you were the most popular girl in the Valley. Though, you thought you had enough of a “cool” reputation to remain left alone by those who were considered bullies around school. However, that didn’t stop Kyler and his dumbass friends for giving you shit this afternoon.

“Just give me my keys,” you stood with one hand on your hip and another held out before Kyler as he dangled the keys to your moped just a few inches above where you could actually reach. The boy and his little crew had caught you as you were leaving the convenient store. You dropped your keys as you were taking them out of your bag, and Kyler had appeared in front of you, picking them up as soon as you bent to do the same. You assumed they were on their way to the store themselves, but decided to stop just to mess with you.

Kyler laughed as he looked down at you, giving instigated looks at his other accomplices who laughed along with him.

“Aw, come on you gotta try harder than that,” he cooed in a mocking tone. Rolling your eyes, you jumped once more as you previously had, prompting him to throw them over to his blond friend. He similarly dangled them in front of you, and you heard chuckles from the others.

Now, you wouldn’t say you were a naturally violent person. You usually like to settle your disputes with conversation. But it was hot out, and you were really looking forward to going home after the crappy day you had. You sighed, rolling your eyes once again before taking a few determined strides to where the boy was standing. The smile on his face grew as he prepared to taunt you some more, until you placed both hands firmly on his shoulders and swiftly brought your knee up to his crotch.

The boy instantly doubled over in pain, groaning as his hands came down to cup his area. You used this opportunity to snatch the keys back into your grasp, smiling victoriously as you did.

“Thanks,” you stepped back before turning to Kyler and his other two goons who were gawking at your sudden blow. You were sure that if you weren’t a girl, they might’ve jumped you at this retaliation, but since you were, they just stood with their mouths agape. You smiled sarcastically at Kyler, who looked at you with frustration in return.

You briskly walked toward your bike and then got on, starting the vehicle with the key. You drove off in the direction of your home, feeling triumph at your small defeat of those jerks. Even though you knew they would still go back to messing with other kids the next day, it felt good knowing at least you stood your ground. However, what you didn’t know was that there was another spectator who had seen the encounter from a couple yards away.

Walking home from school, Miguel Diaz came across the spat moments before your bash to Brucks’ dick. He stood utterly shocked and impressed as he realized he just found the kind of student Cobra Kai was looking for.

Miguel had to ask Demetri and Eli who you were during lunch the next day, seeing as he was still relatively new to the school and didn’t yet know most people.

“Oh, her?” Demetri pointed in the girls direction and Eli quickly swatted his hand down. “That’s (Y/N) (L/N). Yeah, she’s in my bio class—not very social, but seems cool over all. Let me borrow a pen once.”

Miguel looked over at you a few tables away, chatting it up with the only other person at your table. He wouldn’t say he was confident when it came to talking to girls. Hell, it was like what Demetri had said the first time he sat down at their table: that he had practically sealed his position of being unpopular and undateable. He was pretty sure you might even laugh in his face full stop, but he thought it was worth a shot if it meant Cobra Kai could gain more pupils. So, finishing his lunch, he began to plan on what he would say to you.

The school day was going as it usually did for you. You went to your morning classes, talked with a couple friends, and were already exhausted before lunch time. The only difference you noticed were the slight dirty glances Kyler and his crew gave you across the lunch room.

As you were putting up your books into your locker, getting ready for the last period of the day, you felt the presence of someone approaching you. You figured it was one of the few acquaintances you had at school. The person came to a stop right next to your locker, appearing to wait until you were finished before speaking. You closed the door before looking to your right to see a boy who you actually weren’t familiar with at all. With a confused expression, you fully turned to face him. He seemed anxious and unsure of himself as he began speaking.

“Uh…Hi! Um…you’re (Y/N) right?” he prompted, clearly nervous.

“Yeah?” you replied. The boy nodded quickly before continuing.

“Hi! Er…wait…I actually said that already, sorry,” he awkwardly chuckled, and you thought you could actually see him sweating. “I’m Miguel…Diaz—Miguel Diaz. I’m new here. I was watching you yesterday— I-I mean I wasn’t like, watching you, I was headed in that direction already and I just saw you, and you were already out—”

“Can you get to the point, Miguel Diaz?” you questioned, a little irritated at his stammering.

“Oh yeah, sorry,” he took a quick breath in before he said, “Yesterday I saw the way you stood up to Kyler and his friends, when you kicked one of them in the…you know. And I was wondering i-if you would be interested in joining my karate dojo?” The words came out faster than they previously had.

Miguel then took off his backpack and placed it on the floor in front of him as he began searching through it for something. You followed his movements with furrowed eyebrows as you saw him pull out a piece of paper and stand up straight, looking at you again.

“It’s called Cobra Kai,” he said, holding out the paper to you, at which point you realized it was a flyer for the dojo in question. You took it in your hands, looking over the the text and seeing the large clip art of a cobra at the focal point. You shifted your gaze back up at him as he began talking again,

“We’re looking for new recruits, and, you know, I just-I thought you seemed pretty tough. We have a class later today, actually! The time is on the flyer.”

Miguel couldn’t really read your expression as you looked back down at the flyer, nodding your head slowly. You took a moment, mulling the sudden flood of information over in your head. You didn’t think you had ever been asked such a question before.

“Um,” you began, squinting your eyes slightly and focusing back on him, “I’m not sure karate is…really my thing.” You hesitantly replied, clearly a bit weirded out by the offer. You saw the boy glance at the ground almost disappointedly, and jumped to spare his feelings, “I mean thanks for thinking I’m tough or whatever, but that whole thing with Kyler, it wasn’t really much of anything. I was just pissed.”

“Oh ok, yeah I get it. Don’t worry,” Miguel said, shaking his head. You smiled awkwardly, holding the flyer back out to him. But he didn’t take it, “You can keep it, I got plenty more.”

Miguel smiled at you, let down, but not surprised by the rejection. You placed the flyer in between one of your textbooks when the sound of the the warning bell signaling last period rang through the halls. You glanced up briefly before dismissing yourself.

“That’s me, I gotta go. But thanks again for the offer,” you said, beginning to walk past him and in the direction of your bio class.

“No problem,” he called back. The boy sighed, looking down at his shoes defeatedly. He really didn’t want to let Sensei down, and had a little hope that you would accept the invitation. But just like Demetri and Eli, you seemed to think it was kinda ridiculous, which he couldn’t exactly blame you for.

Miguel bent down to zip and pick up his backpack that was still on the ground. He threw it over his shoulder before trudging off to class himself.

Miguel, or “Karate Boy”, as you elected to call him in your mind, stayed in your thoughts as you rode home that afternoon. The whole thing had come as a surprise. Not that someone had seen your brush with those assholes yesterday, but more that it would inspire them to think that you would be good at martial arts.

Of course, you had felt flattered by the boys consideration. It wasn’t everyday that someone paid attention to you. Not even your parents, really. But come on, karate? The most you knew about karate came from those cheesy action movies you had seen on tv a few times. And while it seemed cool on screen, you never saw it as some something that many people did in reality.

You arrived home, thoughts about karate leaving your head as the familiar residence came into your view. Today was actually more exciting for you than normal. Last week, you had reluctantly asked your parents if they could have a movie night with you. To your thrilled surprise, they actually agreed, and had promised to take time off of their busy schedules to spend the evening with you. It was a very rare opportunity to finally hang out with them, and something you had been looking forward to since you arranged it.

You came up onto the driveway, smiling as you saw your moms car parked on the pavement, faltering only when you realized you didn’t see your dads stationed next to it. You parked your moped in the garage, eagerly running inside. As you came into the living room, you spotted your mom looking intently at her computer while typing.

“Hey mom!” you exclaimed, smiling ear to ear. Though, you don’t think she heard you come in as her eyebrows jumped in surprise when her gaze briefly met yours.

“Oh, hey sweetie! Didn’t see you there. How was school?” she asked, not really seeming interested as she quickly returned her attention back to her computer. A behavior you were pretty used to by now.

“It was fine,” you answered quickly. “Where’s dad?” You questioned, eyebrows faintly scrunched. Your mom just continued to type, not hearing, or maybe ignoring your question completely.

“Mom,” you spoke firmer.

“Hm?” she reluctantly perked her head up, meeting your stare. You felt a sudden pit in your stomach.

“Where’s dad?,” you inquired, quieter and uneasily this time.

Your mom sighed and tilted her head to the side a little, looking back at you with that same apologetic look you had been given so many times before.

“Look sweetie, your father had an important meeting come up. I know you were looking forward to tonight, but it was urgent, so he had to cancel. You know how it is.”

You stood and stared at her a moment, your smile shrinking until it disappeared completely. The familiar feeling of disappointment crashing over you in painful waves.

“Yeah…yeah I know how it is.” Your eyes stung. Your nose began to feel stuffy. Your attempts to blink away your tears were in vain as you felt one roll down your cheek. You swiped it away almost immediately, not wanting to show your mom how much it got to you. But it didn’t matter, because she wasn’t looking at you anyway as she attended back to her work.

“Um,” you sniffed, “will you at least be able to hang out tonight?” A tiny bit of hope in your voice. But as she shook her head, not even peering at you, the hope drowned.

“I would, but I’m swamped today, love. Something went wrong with the investors earlier, and they’re all on my ass, so I gotta focus. But I promise, me and your father will watch movies with you next time, okay?” She didn’t give the impression she was asking for a response as she kept on working.

“Okay,” you responded anyway, your tone defeated. You slumped upstairs to your room, face hot and more tears streaming down your cheeks. You finally reached your bedroom, throwing your bag next to your bed as you threw yourself on to it.

Of course, you thought. Of course they cancelled. Of course they made plans with you only to end up doing what they always do. Forgetting you. How could you be so stupid to think that this time would be different?

You hated being like this. You thought that after all of the times your parents had let you down, you would’ve gotten used to it by now. But here you were, crying your eyes out like it was something new. On top of barely having any friends, it seemed like not even your parents wanted to spend time with you.

You sat up, looking around your room before finally settling on your school bag. You found your mind wandering to the interaction you had with Miguel earlier. Here was this boy who had noticed you, and even thought about you, something most people, including your parents, never bothered to do. And you didn’t even really know him.

You wiped your face quickly before reaching down into your bag and picking out the flyer. You held it out in front of you, regarding the information again. The class times were displayed in a bold text. Just like Karate Boy had told you earlier, there was a class that very afternoon, and looking at the clock in your room, you realized that it would be starting in the next 45 minutes.

Karate, huh? You stood to grab your keys off of your night table, headed for the door with your bag over your shoulder.

What did you have to lose?

Miguel had head to the dojo immediately after school was over. Johnny had him doing some more sit ups, talking to him from across the room about his failed attempt to recruit some guys at a basketball court.

“Any luck today for you?” he asked the panting boy. Miguel shook his head.

“Not really. I gave out some flyers though,” he said, thinking back on his talk with you. Miguel was so sure he had found just the kind of person Cobra Kai was looking for, but he figured they would have to keep looking.

“Yeah that’s great,” Johnny muttered sarcastically. “You know, when I was a teenager, everyone thought karate was badass. What’s wrong with your generation?”

“I don’t know, I think now they all just think it’s…lame?” Miguel replied, moving from sit ups to push ups.

“Lame?!” Johnny yelled incredulously. “That’s bullshit! Karate isn’t lame, it’s kickass! Kids today are just coddled too much, that’s what it is.” Miguel nodded sagely at his sensei’s proclamation. “Maybe if we start one of those Tickle accounts, we could get some attention from other teenagers.”

Miguel brought himself to sit down, bringing his legs up to his chest and his arms coming around them. He looked at his sensei, trying to figure out what he meant before putting it together.

“…you mean TikTok?” he asked.

“Yeah whatever,” Johnny waved his hand dismissively before starting toward his office. “Make sure you clean those mats!” he instructed before disappearing through the door frame. Miguel sighed, standing up to retrieve the cleaning supplies from the closet.

Cobra Kai had been his saving grace when he moved to the Valley. He wanted so bad to be able to show other kids the kind of confidence they could gain. But he could also understand why they might feel like they’d never be able to defend themselves, just like he once did. Karate in the Valley was mostly a thing of the past, and he didn’t know if it would ever return to the glory Sensei described in his old stories. They would just have to keep looking.

As the pupil walked his way back into the training room, spray and rag in hand, he heard the bell chime of the front door. Miguel stopped in his tracks, meeting (y/e/c) eyes for the second time that day.

You walked up to the mat, taking a curious glance around the place before looking at him as he stared back, a marveled expression across his features. You smiled softly.

“You came,” was all he said in a gently astonished tone.

“Yeah, well, I had nothing else to do and figured why not give it a shot? Who knows, maybe karate is my thing,” you smiled wider as you saw his excitement grow at your words. It was kinda adorable. Shifting from foot to foot, uncharacteristically nervous, you abruptly heard the sound of an adult male voice from another room.

“Miguel, who is it?!” he shouted.

“I think we have a new student!” he yelled back, not breaking the gaze held between you two. You heard eager footsteps entering the room as a tall man with blond hair, and what looked to be a black robe on, entered rather joyfully.

But then you noticed the smile on his face significantly drop as he took one look at you. Miguel turned to face him, and you both watched as Johnny scoffed and glanced away, wistfully irritated.

“We don’t take girls,” he did a small dismissive gesture with his hands as both you and Miguel gave him the same baffled expression, yours on the little more offended side.

“Excuse me?” you said, almost prompting him to clarify. But before he could say anything more, Miguel hastily looked back at you, shaking his head and chuckling tensely, before grabbing the man and guiding him to the other room.

You sat there in disbelief, listening to their hushed whispers. What the hell was that guys problem? You thought that by now, people knew that girls were just as capable of fighting as guys. Women were allowed in the military nearly a century ago, for christs sake! Miguel didn’t tell you this place was run by a sexist douchebag.

You couldn’t help but start to feel stupid for even showing up. Maybe this was a mistake? Maybe you really hadn’t found a place to fit in after all. The self assurance you had in your impulsive decision was slowly replaced by a creeping feeling of doubt as the conversation between the two males droned on.

Two excruciating minutes later, the older man came out again, Miguel trailing behind him. “Ok, take off your shoes and step on the mat,” he ordered. You slid off your shoes, doing as he instructed and stepping forward on to the cold, soft surface. The man in black came to stand directly in front of you, Miguel standing slightly off to the side, smiling encouragingly in your direction.

“After further review, I’ve decided to allow female students,” he spoke. You rolled your eyes and smiled sarcastically. Lucky me, you thought. He began speaking again, “but if you wanna be in Cobra Kai, you can’t act like a girl.”

You looked at him incredulously. Was he serious? looking at his deadpanned expression, you deduced he was as you crossed your arms defiantly and scoffed before replying, “And how do girls act, exactly?”

Johnny rolled his eyes himself, “Don’t give me that. You know, all emotional. Loud. Complain-y. Never letting you finish a sentence.”

Well it seems like someone was projecting, you thought squinting your eyes. But this misogynistic bullshit wasn’t anything new to you either. “Well I know a few guys who act just—”

“Quiet!” the sudden cry made you flinch in surprise as he cut you off. How ironic. The man began to pace back and forth in front of you. “My student tells me that the other day you kicked some asshole giving you a hard time,” he stated.

You thought for a moment. Previously, you had rejected the praise Miguel had given you for the incident. But now, hearing the way Karate Man put it, you couldn’t help but feel a little prideful.

“Yeah,” you said, raising your chin half an inch higher, “I guess I did.” You glimpsed over at Miguel who had his own look of pride on his face as he gave you a determined nod, smirking.

“Well here at Cobra Kai, that’s the kind of behavior we encourage,” he stopped in front of you.

“Here, you can learn not just how to send a message with a kick,” he swiftly brought up his fists into a fighting position, “…but with your fists.”

You glanced at his balled up hands, and then back in his eyes. He stared at you with determination, “So, you think you can handle it?”

You hesitated for a second, trying to decide if you really were ready for the commitment. Then, you glanced over at Miguel, who was smiling at you hopefully, encouragingly. You knew what your answer would be.

“Yeah, I am,” you smirked with determination. You looked back at the Sensei, who nodded his head in faint satisfaction and stepped back.

“Alright, let’s get to work,” he replied, and you felt a chill of excitement run down your spine. This was the start of something you wouldn’t regret. Maybe you’d even make some new friends along the way.

Or perhaps, something more…

#Miguel Diaz #Cobra Kai #Miguel Diaz x Reader #Miguel Diaz fanfiction #cobra kai fanfiction

[websterss]

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 — 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐙

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Miguel didn’t really feel like he was fighting for himself. There was the pressure of winning the All-Valley Tournament, and the pressure of facing you.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): ANGST, some fluff but not really

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,166

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Miguel Diaz x sick!fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you guys like it! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

They say when you get your first love that it changes you forever no matter how hard you try to, that feeling just never goes away. That was how Miguel felt. The first day of school for him had him believing that he would sit all alone during lunch, but there you were in your timid and shy nature accepting him and inviting him into your small group of three. You already liked him from day one, but it took him a while to fully admit it himself that he loved you more than anything…and that he should have told you sooner because now time didn’t seem to be in your favor. He pocketed his hands when he entered your room. The tv playing some random show caught his attention. His arrival caught yours. He sighed tiredly, as you turned your head from the screen to his figure leaning on the threshold.

“Hey, there’s the All Valley State Champ.” You stared back at him with tired eyes. Yet your smile hid the fact that your own body was giving up on you. “H-How was the tournament? Did you reclaim your title?” You were always keen on avoiding your problems. “-why are you still in your gi?” You questioned his attire.

“I-I was gonna change but I wanted to see you first before I Ief- went home.” He quickly corrected himself. He was still standing in the doorway. He couldn’t even look at you and it broke you.

“Oh.” You looked up at the ceiling waiting to overcome the silence and the tension between the two of you.

“I-I don’t know whether I should be mad at you?”

“I mean…you can, what’s stopping you?” You shrugged.

“I care about you too much.” And I still love you. He wanted to say. He took a few more steps into the room, hands in the pocket of his gi.

“Ah…” You stifled a laugh. You fought the urge to smile. “I see.” You tried sitting up, but everything hurt too much to move, and Miguel noticed and pushed off from the threshold.

“Here let me-”

“No, no it’s fine-”

“I got it-”

“Miguel, it’s fine-”

“Let me just-”

“No really-”

The bickering and slapping of hands away went on until the dam broke on Miguel’s end. The flood of water rushed forward, drowning any happiness he had left.

“I’m mad at you!” You stopped hitting his hands away, hearing his voice crack. “W-Why would you keep this from me?”

“Miguel-”

“When we broke up at the end of sophomore year…I felt frustrated because we would tell each other everything. We were a team, we had trust in each other-”

“Miguel Please-”

“But then I started noticing how hesitant you were becoming when it came to telling me what was on your mind, and I thought it was because I did something…” He trailed off, trying to read through you like a book. You had closed your eyes avoiding his eyes. “But imagine my surprise, along with everyone else, when we found out you had cancer.” Tears started welling up in your eyes when you finally looked up at him. “You have cancer, and you didn’t say anything!”

“What was I supposed to say, Miguel?” Your hands gripped the blankets over you.

“That you’re sick! That you might not-” He stopped himself before his voice got more shaky. “Anything, Y/n. You could have said anything.” His shoulders slumped down. He gave a tired defeated sigh. His heart hurt too much as it was. “Why?” His gaze turned repeatedly from the bed to the loose thread on your blanket.

“I didn’t want you to treat me differently.” You gulped nervously.

“I wouldn’t have-” He tried to argue.

“Yes! You would have!” You whimpered. “You would have made sure I wouldn’t push myself past my limits, you would have sacrificed your own time with your friends if I wouldn’t feel up to leaving my house because I’d be too exhausted to walk. You would have done that because you’re such a great guy who cares a lot about others.”

“Y/n-” He came closer to sit on the side of your bed.

“I-I’m sorry.” You cried. You started shaking your head. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I should’ve told you. I kept telling myself if I had said something sooner, then maybe things could have been different between us.” You sob as Miguel pulls you into his chest.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He shushed you. “It’s okay. I forgive you okay. Know that I forgive you. Besides, I probably would have done the same thing if I was in your shoes.” Miguel held you in his arms that night. “You’re gonna be okay, alright.” He kept reminding you that you were safe and it was okay for you to rest your eyes even if you didn’t want to. He reassured you that you could. That he wouldn’t be mad if you did. He could see what was left of a fight behind your eyes. You were out of energy to keep going. “I love you. I love you so much, Y/n.”

“I— I love you too…Miguel.” You breathed out heavily. It grew harder to keep your eyes open. So they slowly started shutting. Miguel whispered empty promises into your ear. Words of endearment. How he’d take you on a date when you got out of here. He did promise though that he wouldn’t leave your side all night, and he didn’t, he stayed with you curled up into his side, until your heart stopped, which made him go into panic mode as he frantically tried doing chest compressions on you.

“Help! I need some help in here, please!” He yelled as he heard the annoying buzzing of the monitor.

“She’s crashing. This is a code blue! Sir, I’m going to need you to step away from her and wait outside, okay?” A nurse tried coaxing Miguel into the hall so that the nurses and the doctor could help you. “The doctors need room to help her.”

“Please don’t let her die. Please!” His back hit the wall. He sank to the ground running his hands through his hair as he anxiously watched them work quickly.

“They are gonna do everything they can for your friend. Is there someone I can call? A parent or guardian?”

“M-My mom.” He was finally able to relax enough to speak. “My mom, you can call her.” He nodded quickly.

“We have a pulse!” Miguel perked up at the sound. He slumped his shoulders sliding his legs forward so they lay straight on the ground.

“Hear that!” The nurse rubbed his shoulder gently. He gulped not the knot in his throat. He closed his eyes as a tear slid down his cheek. He nodded repeatedly. The monitor showing your steady heart beat again from where he sat outside your room.

“She’s a fighter.”

“She is.” He tiredly smiled. “Always has been.”

#miguel diaz imagines #miguel diaz imagine #miguel diaz oneshot #miguel diaz x reader #miguel diaz x fem!reader #my gif #writings by juls

[ambcass]

ᴊᴀɪᴍᴇ ʀᴇʏᴇꜱ x ꜱʜʏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

a/n: 5 more months of school til i graduate :) THIS HEADCANON MAY BE LONG...

WARNINGS: nothing just fluff ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა

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☆Jaime is so gentle when it comes to you. He doesn't mind that you don't want to go party or eat out. He doesn't mind spending the day at home cuddling and watching TV with them all day.

☆Jaime isn't scared to speak up for his lover. When anyone tries to make fun of or comment on how shy they are, he will always clap back no matter what!

☆"So what if they're shy? What does that have to do with you?!"

☆ Eventually you have to pull him away because of how big of a scene he's causing.

☆He remembers every little thing about you so he can surprise you with your favorite things.

☆Jaime can't help to smile when he hears you ramble about something to him. Your rambling tells him that you're comfortable enough to be yourself

☆Always tries to defend you no matter the cause. Also doesn't want you to be exposed to his hero life in fear of his own enemies targeting you.

☆He wasn't the most patient person before meeting you but slowly he learned that being patient isn't so bad

☆When you found out that he was a hero, he thought you would be scared of him :(

☆Lucky for him, he was wrong !! You thought this whole hero thing was pretty cool and that means that he was able to protect you even more.

☆HE DOES NOT WANT YOU TO BE A HERO AT ALL!!!

☆"Amor, please reconsider this. I don't want you to get hurt"

☆He gave in. BUT HE NEVER LEAVES YOUR SIDE

☆ The moral of the story is that no matter how cool he tries to act, he will always have a soft side towards you :)

#ambcassspeaks #ambcasswrites #jaime reyes #xolo mariduena #miguel diaz x reader #miguel diaz #xolo maridueña #cobrakai #blue beetle #blue beetle x reader #jaime reyes x gn reader #khaji da #blue beetle 2023 #jaime reyes x fem!reader #jaime reyes x you #jaime reyes x male reader #jaime reyes x reader #miguel diaz x you #migueldiaz #blue beetle x you #blue beetle movie #xolo mariduena x reader #dc #dc comics #dc x reader #fluff fic #fluff #miguel diaz headcanons #cobra kai headcanons #dc headcanon

[iloveslllycatss]

𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧 + 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙗𝙩𝙞

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘻 𝘹 𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 𝘪𝘥𝘬 (i had no ideas for the name bare w me)

✯ miguel loves you, but he doesn’t really care that your arab 😭, not in a ‘idgaf ab ur heritage’ type way but in a ‘why does it matter? id love u either way???’ kinda way yk?

✯ MELTS when you call him ‘habibi’ or ‘3omree’

✯ had the most dazed, lovestruck look on his face once he found out you were arab and had you explain your heritage to him

✯ one time he tried to pronounce the letters خ ح ع…

“is it hhhaa?”

“mig it’s KHa with a KHHHH not hhh” 

“hhhhhhhh”

“omg.”

✯ when he first saw you arabic dance/belly dance.. he FOLDED SO HARD.

✯ could not stop staring at you.

✯ one time he went with you to a wedding right

✯ when he saw u dance……….. his eyes suddenly fell to your hips and never came off…

✯ after u danced he fr felt so bad bc he felt like a perv 😞 

✯ when u got back to your seat the first thing he said was

“amor how did you do that????”

✯ when he met your family… oh god..

“ولد مكسيكي ؟"

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“that means you’re a very nice boy! …انت مجنون"

“thank you, y/ns cousin”

✯ you ended up telling him what it really meant…

✯ hes so sweet though

✯ he has def bought you a necklace with his name on it in arabic.

✯ one time he saw one of those tiktok’s that’s like “cute things to call u arab girlfriend!” and he ended up trusting it…

“y/n listen to me”

“yeah what’s up, mig?”

“youre my cute little khara”

“what.”

✯ HE FR THOUGHT KHARA WAS SOMETHING NICE 😭 

✯ you guys look so good together

✯ in ramadan, he lasted so long.. until a hour before iftar he CHUGGED water 😭 

✯ he was just so thirsty.

✯ but he doesn’t eat or drink around you, he’s respectful about it

✯ in eid celebrations, he didn’t think it’d be THAT CRAZY

✯ he still attended all 2 days though

✯ so yk how he does karate?

✯ he got SO SUPRISED when he saw your arab fighting skills (the wooden stick powers…… the perfect shahata aim….)

✯ gets scared of you when you’re mad and speaking arabic

✯ HES SO INTIMIDATED ITS CRAZY

✯ his favorite arabic food is probably shawarma or like wara2 3nab

✯ he LIVES for your mom and your food

✯ the first time you saw johnny while you were with miguel, it was… interesting

“uh sir excuse me…”

“listen fatima just let me grab this rq”

“sensei that’s racist..”

✯ carmen LOVES you and they fr treat you like family

✯ anyways in conclusion, i love miguel

✯  best boy fr.

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞

#runa ⭐️ writes #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x you #cobra kai x y/n #johnny lawrence #miguel #miguel diaz #miguel diaz <3 #every time miguel comes up on screen i literally start jumping and fangirling fr. #miguel diaz x reader #miguel diaz x you #miguel diaz x y/n #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #miguel x fem reader #karate kid

[ariesqueencobra]

what we used to be | X

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: You face the biggest challenge you've faced along side your boyfriend and friends. It's also summertime and unfortunately you have school work to do, thankfully, your boyfriend is smart!

Warnings: hazing, dangerous training techniques, mentions of sex, drugs and alcohol (reader just lists these things), lying to parents?

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: A cute moment between Reader and Eli is here, I loved writing it! It was so cute! S2 and S3 are definitely my fav seasons so it's so fun to write rn!

Thank you to those who already reblog and comment, I see you and I love you all for it!

I don't consent to this work being copied, translated or reposted.

“What do you think? Shithead one and Shithead Two?” Eli pondered as you, him, and Aisha stood in front of two new students.

“I was thinking Mary-Kate and Asshat,” Aisha said.

You laughed at the creativity, raising a brow at the two boys, hoping they caught the gist of this being a playful thing.

“Well, I’m Chris-,” the taller one began.

“Did I say you could speak?” Eli shouted, making the two flinch.

You snickered, not thinking he would do that but it was priceless seeing the looks on their faces.

“Guys they’re just messing with you,” Miguel came up to reassure them. “Besides everyone knows your names are Assface and Douchebag,” he smirked before he joined the three of you.

Enjoying the light hazing with your friends, the bells jangled and you noticed an old man come walking in, carrying a duffle bag and looking around the dojo. Though, he didn’t seem too impressed.

“Who’s that?” Eli asked Miguel.

He shook his head, you and Aisha wondering the same thing as Eli.

Miguel went to talk to the man, while you, your boyfriend, and Aisha went back to messing with the students until Sensei gathered everyone.

“Class, we have a visitor,” he started, walking in front of the class. “This is Mr. Kreese. He’s just an observer, pretend like he’s not even here,” he gestured to the man from before, who stood off to the side. “Mr. Diaz, warm them up.”

Miguel bowed before coming to the front. “Fighting positions,” he ordered. “Front kick.” 

All of you repeated the motion.

“Forward strike.” 

Again.

“Side jab,” he instructed, giggling as he did when he dabbed.

The class erupted in laughs as you all joined in on the antics, unbeknownst to Sensei’s reaction.

“What the hell was that?” Sensei asked.

“We were just messing around,” Miguel shrugged, playing it off.

“Yeah, besides we already know how to kick ass,” Eli smirked.

“Oh yeah so you know everything, there’s nothing left to learn?” Sensei walked along the front row.

Your smile faltered and you felt bad but as your good friend next to you started snickering, you couldn’t help the upward curve form on your lips.

“What’s so funny, Miss Robinson?” He came in front of her.

“Nothing Sensei, you wouldn’t understand,” she shook her head, glancing down to hide her smile.

“Try me.”

“It's a snake-do,” she glanced up, unable to hold back her laughter.

“What’s a snake-do?”

You all hissed like a snake, slithering your arms.

“Quiet!” 

You shook from shock, never hearing Sensei shout like that before. 

“5 a.m. tomorrow morning. Corner of Fulton and Raymor. You don’t show then you’re off the team,” he stalked towards his office. “Class dismissed,” he threw his arm up. 

You were wide-eyed shocked, mouth agape as you stared at your friends. It took a few moments until you process what happened and left like he said.

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“What do you think was Sensei’s problem?” Eli asked you as he landed on his bed. 

Eli drove you back to his place. With the rest of the class wanting to head home to make sure they fell asleep early, you had the rest of the afternoon with your boyfriend.

“Beats me, I’ve never seen him angrier. Do you think he was embarrassed because of Mr. Kreese?” You hummed, thinking over the possibility. 

“Wonder what that old chode was doing there,” he chuckled.

You passed him a look while you walked over to his desk, placing your backpack on the chair to unpack your stuff. You brought your summer work over in hopes that Eli would help you with your AP Biology work since he’d taken the class the year prior.

That class on top of the AP Art course you were also going to take, you were a little overwhelmed with the work you needed to complete before junior year even began. 

“Wait, you’re seriously going to do homework?” He cocked a brow, sitting up from his bed. “It’s summer vacation, babe.” 

“Well I have two AP classes on my schedule next semester and for some reason, they gave us this whole packet for Biology, if I don’t get at least half done before July, I know I’m not gonna get it done in time,” you explained.

He walked over to his desk, looking over your shoulder. “I thought you were gonna tell your mom you were done with nerd classes,” he said. 

You glanced up at him. “I thought so too, but she already paid for the class,” you huffed. “Can you just help me with it?” 

He sighed. “You haven’t even started,” he noticed the untouched packet on the desk. “At least give it a try on your own.” 

You pressed your lips together, knowing he didn’t want to do it because it was “nerdy”.

“I need my smart boyfriend to help me through it though,” you smiled. “Please?”

“I’m done with the nerd shit, Y/N.”

You frowned. “In front of other people, but not with me,” you said. “Right?” 

He exhaled.

“You don’t have to pretend not to be smart with me because I already know you are. I understand you don’t like video games or comics anymore, but you can’t get rid of how easily you calculate the tangent of a circle in your head,” you pointed. 

Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply. “Fine, what do you need help with?” He walked over to you, pulling up a chair next to you. 

You scooted closer, centering the packet between you. “Everything,” you laughed. 

He chuckled, wrapping his arm around you as he handed you a pencil and your notebook, beginning to walk you through the problems. 

Reading about the cellular structure made no sense, but somehow hearing Eli explain it made you feel like you could teach an entire college class about it. 

“It’s vesicles after vacuoles, so that question would be marked wrong. Just alphabetize it so you know it’s in the right order,” he corrected.

You nodded, erasing the mistake and fixing it. 

He continued to read over your answers, checking which ones were right. 

You remembered all the times he would do that before, the way his eyes would focus so intently, you could see the way his mind worked, putting the solution together for the problem. The way his nostrils would flare when he got stuck on something. The way his tongue would dart out between his lips in thought. 

He has always been like that. 

He’s always been smart. 

“Are you paying attention?” Eli questioned, a playful grin on his face.

“Yes, I am,” you were quick to say.

“Alright,” he smirked. “What’s the correct answer for 34 then?” He asked, knowing he caught you in your lie.

“It’s not my fault I’m attracted to you, okay?” You defended. “I can’t help it,” you shrugged.

He only laughed as he rubbed your arm, pressing a kiss to your cheek before going back to explaining biology to you.

~

Waking up at 4 a.m. just to get to where Sensei ordered you to be at 5 a.m. was miserable.

You were struggling to keep your eyes open, but when Sensei showed you where you’d be working, the adrenaline made its way into your body and you were awake now. 

“Don’t add too much water. You wanna make it nice and thick,” Sensei ordered.

You grunted as you heaved a heavy bag of cement off the pile, carrying it over to pour more into the wheelbarrow Aisha was mixing in. 

“Keep stirring!” 

You sighed, cutting open the bag. You were going to offer to take turns stirring when Sensei called the group over as a cement truck pulled up.

The driver got out, handing the keys to Sensei and scurrying off after he saw you all. 

You all stared at him in wonder before he opened his mouth to speak.

“You think winning the All-Valley gives you the right to goof off?” He asked. 

Unsure how to answer, you glanced at each other. 

“Well, I got news for you, winning one championship doesn’t mean squat! A true champion never stops training. You gotta keep moving forward or else you could get stuck exactly where you are. It’s like the cement in this truck,” he pointed behind him. “That drum doesn't start turning, the cement inside will harden and get stuck. Is that what you want to happen to you?”

“No, Sensei!” 

“Good, then climb up and make it spin,” he said.

You all froze. 

“We learned our lesson,” Eli said, pleading for this not to go further.

“Get in!” He ordered, releasing the latch to drop the ladder. 

“Sensei, this seems dangerous. I mean the fumes alone-,” Miguel began, shaking his head.

“Quiet!” Mr. Kreese shouted, holding the same conviction as Sensei. “This man led you to the mountaintop and you question him?” He tipped his head to the side. “Look at you, look at all of you. I can’t believe this pathetic pack of pussies competed in the All Valley, and let alone won,” he chuckled. “It’s an absolute miracle. And who’s responsible for that miracle? Johnny Lawrence,” he pointed at your Sensei. “The best student in all of Cobra Kai. My student.”

You gasped in shock.

“You were Sensei’s sensei?” Eli questioned, eyes widening.

“You better believe it kid,” he responded. “And I never trained a tougher student in my whole life, so listen to every goddamn word he says.”

You eyed the truck, wanting to make Sensei proud. Because of him, you made it to the quarter-finals in the All Valley, he gave Eli more confidence.

“I’ll do it, Sensei,” Miguel said.

He began climbing the ladder and Eli followed, you didn’t think much, not wanting to let fear control you before you followed in after. 

Stepping into the cement chamber, you slid inside, finding Eli and Miguel making their way toward the far end. Your shoes landed in the wet cement, the thick substance making it almost impossible to move. 

“Oh god,” you slipped but Eli reached out for you, preventing you from falling in. 

The cement gushed under your feet and you stood beside Eli as Mitch and Chris followed in afterwards. 

You stared at each other, unsure what to do.

“Don’t just stand there, move!” Sensei commanded.

You all pressed your weight on one side, trying to rotate the container but it was slippery, your hands sliding down and your feet holding no traction.

“Come on, let’s go!” Eli encouraged. 

You took a deep breath, trying again.

“Push!” 

It moved slightly and slowly you gained momentum. You heard Sensei shout on the outside, encouraging you. 

You groaned, trying to use your strength, putting all your weight on it in hopes of hurrying it up. You all kept going, the container rotating. You shut your eyes when the cement started dripping from above, continuing to move your feet.

Everyone was screaming, slipping, falling. It was chaos but the chamber was still moving.

“C’mon, get up!” Eli grabbed Miguel by his hoodie, hoisting him up after he fell into the cement.

“We’re doing it!” You gasped.

Your friends and boyfriend cheered, the momentum making it easier to move. 

You did it. 

“You should be proud of yourselves, I know I’m proud,” Sensei smiled, spraying everyone with a hose. “Your parents would be proud, too, if you told them what we did here today, which we won’t,” he warned.

You shut your eyes as he sprayed over your face.

“You pushed forward like champions, never stopping, never being satisfied, never giving up. If you keep pushing and keep moving forward, you’re gonna go to places you never even dreamed of,” he concluded.

You smiled. 

~

You kissed Eli goodbye before you got out of the car. Your clothes and hair were drenched, even after having the windows open so you prayed that your parents were still asleep when you walked in. 

“How was practice, sweetie?” Your mom asked when she heard you open the door.

“It was great,” you said, clutching your hoodie as you winced, thankfully she was in the kitchen. 

You took off your shoes, quietly moving down the hall.

“We’re gonna visit grandma at two, why don’t you take a nap before we head out so you’re not tired?” She suggested. 

The sizzle of the oil could be heard and the smell of pancakes engulfed your nose. The knife hitting the cutting board rang through the house. All tells that she was distracted. 

“Sounds good,” you sighed out in relief, sneaking past the entry of the kitchen and making a beeline to your room. You were going to make it, but the moment your hand landed on your doorknob, a voice was heard behind you.

“Why the hell are you wet?” Your dad appeared at the bottom of the stairs, a frown on his face as he stared at you.

“Uh,” you were searching for a lie. “We had to practice our balance and I fell into a pool,” you said. 

“Balancing act, huh?” He furrowed his brows, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t recall there being a pool on the corner of Fulton and Raymor.”

You gulped. “We ended up going to the water park, Sensei knows a guy. I didn’t say anything because I figured you two were asleep,” you chewed on your lip.

“Hmm,” he nodded. “Why is there cement on your shoe then?” He asked, staring at the blotch of dried cement on the pair you left by the door.

Shit.

“I don’t know.” 

“Go in the kitchen,” he pointed. 

You dropped your head, walked into the kitchen, and took a seat on the bar stool. 

The sound of chopping stopped as your mother stared at you. “What happened, honey?” 

You hope she took your lie better, leaving this incident in the past, but your father wasn’t like that.

“Tell your mother and me the truth,” he said.

“Nothing happened, it was just training. We were messing around in class yesterday and Sensei didn’t like it, we had to mix cement today,” you shrugged.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re creating a puddle anywhere you walk,” your dad argued. 

“I,” you sucked in a breath. “Nothing happened!” 

“Look what I told you, it’s already happening,” your dad whispered to your mother and she rolled her eyes.

You furrowed your brows. “What are you talking about? What’s happening?”

“The lies, the being sneaky, the never telling us where you are,” he said. “I knew this is what would happen if you joined Cobra Kai.” 

“I wasn’t lying, I’m not being sneaky, and I always tell you where I am!” You raised your voice. “I could be out doing drugs and drinking, having sex! But guess what?! I don’t!” Your brows raised, eyes wide as you proved your point. “I’m a good daughter, I get good grades in school.”

“You’re right,” your dad agreed. “You are a good kid, but being in Cobra Kai will take that away from you.” 

“Honey,” your mother warned, placing a hand on his arm. 

“I just don’t understand why you hate Cobra Kai so much,” you scoffed. “It’s a better version of itself than the one you grew up with in the 80s, okay?” 

He clenched his jaw, clearly something he wasn’t saying and that made you angry.

“Doesn’t look that way to me at the All Valley, after what Eli and Miguel did to that kid? I’m only looking out for you because you’re my daughter and I love you, I don’t want you getting hurt,” he said.

“You’re overreacting,” your mother raised her hand to shut him up before she turned to you. “Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Are you worried you will get hurt?”

“No.”

“Do you like being a part of Cobra Kai?”

“Yes.” 

“See? She’s happy,” your mother dusted her hands, going back to cooking. “The 80s was a wild time, nothing can be compared to that anymore,” she chuckled. 

“Yeah, well, go catch up on sleep before we head to my mother’s, the whole family’s gonna be there so we’ll be staying late,” your father frowned in defeat and gestured for you to go to your room. 

You thanked your mother for having your back before you made it to your room.

Today was a good day and you were proud. 

You were badass.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Unpopular opinion. I think self- acceptance is more important than self-love, because if you can’t accept yourself, how on earth are you supposed to ‘love yourself’?

13 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#4

I was raised to be a daughter, instead of a woman.

I always did as I was told.

In order to protect mommy’s little fragile self by bolstering up her perfect performance.

Day in and Day out, I had to keep this falsehood alive.

But you wanna know the truth?

The truth is that you were not a perfect mother. Not even close.

You caused me so much pain, anger and resentment.

You made me override my boundaries and now I have none.

I can’t even say the word ‘No’ because of you.

I was told to always share and now I over give because of you.

I was told I could not express negative emotions because of you.

Now I harbour them. All up inside.

The focus has always been putting you and your needs first, instead of my own.

I can’t take it anymore. It’s not my job to turn myself into an entirely different person in order to avoid conflict and abuse in order to be loved.

17 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

#3

The disabled experience of being parentified when you’re young to being infantilised when you’re an adult is a wild one, let me tell you.

18 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#2

19 August 2022

Neelam Thadhani x Jackman Thomas Harlow x black fem reader

Title: Double The Love.

Warnings: 18+ smut & fluff.

Do not repost my content anywhere else!

Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. IT IS NOT REAL. I am NOT affiliated with Jack Harlow or his team.

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It was a cold Saturday morning in Atlanta, Georgia. Y/N had just woken up from deep slumber, she needed that after the events of last night.

Y/N let out a satisfactory moan as Nee’s fingers slid in and out of her throbbing pussy, whilst Jack fucked her out from behind. His thrust getting harder and harder. Nee’s fingers continually sliding in and out of her pussy, unable to handle the stimulation Y/N reached her climax and her cum spilling on the sheets. Y/N was in tears: “I made a mess Nee and Jack”. “Don’t worry baby girl we got you.” They both said lovingly and sincerely. As Y/N was lifted into the tub. They washed you off and then themselves.

The next morning Y/N was in tears again. Curious as to why: Neelam and Jack woke up immediately to the sound of your sniffles and sight of your red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.

What’s wrong baby girl?, they both enquired in unison. Filled now with concern and worry. “I just honestly feel like I don’t deserve you two. You make everything easier for me, you’ve been so good to me and I don’t want to lose both of you.” Y/N said whilst continuing to sob hard, tears drenching the sheets.

“Baby girl come here.” Jack said, as he embraced you with open arms. “You do deserve both of us ! You deserve double the love from us because you exude that much love out into the world everyday”

Really? Y/N said. “Yes really”! Neelam said.

“We love you so much Y/N and there’s nothing you could ever do to change that.” Jack said.

Y/N said “well in that case I love you guys too”.

The rest of the day was spent snuggling with your two lovers.

20 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I don’t know how to explain this succinctly enough, but I feel like Tory’s trauma needs to be discussed more in relation to the theme of trauma in general in the series Cobra Kai.

Because everyone keeps discussing everyone else’s trauma: from Miguel , to Eli “Hawk” to Demetri to Sam, to Johnny, to Kreese, to Terry Silver to Daniel, to Kenny and Shawn to Finally Robby Keene.

But no one has bothered to mention how Tory has trauma of her own. She was literally instrumentally parentified by her mother by taking care of her, had to care for her younger brother, was sexually harassed by her landlord, struggling to pay rent, working multiple jobs and is trying to get her GED. Kreese had her rent waived by a month so she could continue attending karate.

I’m by no means saying her actions are inexcusable.

But she is a human just like everyone else and deserves genuine support and compassion. ❤️

She is not an irredeemable villain that a lot of people think she is.

30 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

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