Cobra Kai Imagines

23 and waiting for the next part of Cobra Kai to come out

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—The art of eyecontact—

Pairings ; Axel Kovacevic x fem!reader

Summary ; Upon arriving in Barcelona with your group, Miyagi-Do, to participate in the prestigious Sekai Takai tournament, you encounter a tall and formidable opponent. Your initial meeting is less than ideal, leaving both of you with a poor first impression of each other. However, everything changes when you uncover a surprising secret about him. This discovery shifts your perspective entirely, prompting you to confront him. What begins as a tense interaction unexpectedly evolves into a deeper understanding, and the two of you gradually grow closer in ways neither of you anticipated.

Trigger warning ; Physical abuse, violence, emotional abuse.

Pt. 1

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After arriving at the hotel, exhausted and looking as though I haven’t slept in weeks, I pick up the key to my room, which I’m sharing with Sam. I give her a quick nod to let her know I’ll head up to the room, and she simply nods back, already engrossed in a conversation with her boyfriend, Miguel.

With my suitcase in one hand and my bag in the other, I put my AirPods back in and turn on my music before stepping into the elevator. The ride is quiet, and I find myself zoning out until the familiar ding signals that I’ve reached my floor.

Pulling the handle of my suitcase, I step out of the elevator, scrolling through my phone without bothering to look up. Before I know it, I collide with someone and fall to the ground, one of my AirPods tumbling out in the process. Startled, I look up, ready to apologize for not paying attention—but before I can say a word, he beats me to it.

‘Watch where you’re going,’ he says, rolling his eyes in obvious annoyance

‘I’m sorry,’ I say quickly, standing up and grabbing my fallen AirPod.

He sighed, his gaze feeling as though it pierced directly into my soul. He appeared cold and tense. ‘Just don’t let it happen again,’ he said, not giving me a chance to respond before walking away.

I exhaled slowly, gathering my belongings and glancing at my hotel card to find my room number. As I looked around, I realized I had ended up right in front of my hotel room. With a soft sigh, I stepped inside, taking a moment to settle myself. I reminded myself that I still had two hours to prepare before we needed to leave for the city tour. The quiet of the room allowed me to relax for a brief moment, and I moved calmly to unpack and get ready, focusing on the next part of the day without letting the earlier encounter distract me.

—

As I stood in the bathroom, the cold water from the shower running over me, I couldn’t help but think about the guy from earlier. He was likely my opponent. He was tall, with striking blue eyes and brown hair. There was something about him—he seemed unbothered, almost arrogant, yet calm and tense all at once. The mix of qualities made him difficult to read.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a knock on the door. It was probably Sam, letting me know she had arrived back at the hotel as well. I turned off the shower, quickly blow-drying my hair before slipping into a simple white long-sleeve shirt and grey Nike sweatpants.

Walking out of the bathroom, I grabbed my makeup kit and sat down, ready to get prepared for the evening. The calm of the moment allowed me to focus, shifting my attention away from the earlier encounter and onto the night ahead.

—

‘Team events will begin tomorrow,’ Sam remarked as she adjusted her outfit in the mirror. I sat quietly, scrolling through my phone, waiting for her to finish and let me know when she was ready to head out. After a few moments, she signaled that she was all set, and we made our way to the lobby to continue with our plans for the evening.

‘So… are you feeling a bit stressed?’ Sam asked, her tone casual as she glanced at me. ‘With the fact that Tory is now in Cobra Kai and you’re the captain?’

Tory had left right when she was about to win against Samantha, which led to me having to compete against Sam for the captain’s position. In the end, I came out on top.

‘No, I’m just worried about Tory, that’s all,’ I replied, stepping out of the elevator. As soon as I did, I felt a pair of eyes boring into me. It was the guy from earlier—the one I had bumped into. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and I quickly looked away, feeling a sudden wave of discomfort wash over me.

I turned to Sam and told her about the encounter, and she glanced at him quickly before nudging me with her elbow, a playful smirk crossing her face.

‘Ow,’I exclaimed, flinching from the sudden nudge, and Sam responded by wiggling her eyebrows mischievously.

I raised an eyebrow, giving her a look that silently reminded her she had a boyfriend. Sam simply raised her hands in mock surrender, grinning, and then walked off toward the bathroom. I waited outside, shaking my head.

—

The photographer announced that he wanted a group photo with just the captains. I stood next to Robby, both of us smiling for the camera. The photographer then said something about the guy in the back, urging him to smile as well. I glanced over, and there he was—smiling at the camera before his gaze shifted to meet mine. A sigh escaped me as I quickly looked away, a familiar nervous feeling creeping up once again.

—

The next day, I felt the weight of stress settling on my shoulders—today was the first day of the tournament, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. Wanting to shake off my nerves, I left the hotel early to give myself a chance to warm up. As I made my way toward the locker rooms to drop off my things, a voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts. I turned, and there he was—the mysterious guy from yesterday.

He was training with his sensei, who was urging him to move faster. The guy struggled to keep up, failing repeatedly, much to his sensei’s frustration. Unexpectedly, the sensei struck him multiple times, demanding he try again. The guy made another attempt, but once more, he failed and took a few more hits. As he turned to face me, our eyes locked for a brief moment.

I quickly looked away, eager to leave without drawing attention. I hurried into the locker rooms, hoping he hadn’t noticed me. The encounter left me unsettled, and I stood there in silence, trying to process what had just happened. I didn’t know how to feel about the situation.

—

The first competition ended in a swift, crushing loss. As I left the court, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on me. I kept replaying the match in my mind, second-guessing every decision and wondering if I had let my team down. It felt like the entire tournament might slip away because of me. Despite my best efforts to stay calm, the guilt and stress gnawed at me.

I was the first to retreat to the locker room, hoping to find some solace and a bottle of water to clear my head. But as I opened the storage, I saw that all the bottles were empty. I sighed, trying to steady the nervous energy bubbling under the surface. Deciding to head to the canteen, I reminded myself that there were still two hours before the next event. That gave me time to regroup and pull myself together—or so I hoped.

As I entered the canteen, my eyes landed almost immediately on him. He stood near the fridge, tall and poised as ever, with his hair styled perfectly, as if he hadn’t just come from the chaos of competition. My stomach tightened, and my heart began to race, though I desperately willed it to stop. Of all people to see right now, it had to be him. I didn’t want to face him—especially not now, when I felt like a failure. My shoulders tensed as I resolved to stick to my plan: grab a bottle, stay invisible, and leave as quickly as possible.

I moved swiftly to the fridge, avoiding eye contact and keeping my head down. My thoughts were a swirl of self-consciousness and unease. Did he notice me? Was he going to say anything about the match? Every moment I spent near him felt like an eternity, but, to my relief, I managed to grab the water and make it to the line without incident.

As I stood waiting my turn to pay, I tried to focus on anything but the awkwardness still lingering from the match. My hands were fidgety, and I shifted my weight slightly, anxious to get out of there. Then, as if the universe had decided I needed one more challenge, my opponent from the earlier competition lined up behind me. I could feel his presence without even turning around— it was palpable, a stark and unwelcome reminder of the loss I was already struggling to push from my mind.

When it was finally my turn to pay, I reached into my pocket and froze. My wallet wasn’t there. A cold wave of panic swept over me as I realized I’d left it in my bag back in the locker room. Feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment, I quickly turned to the cashier and asked if she could give me a moment to retrieve it. Her response was curt and final: the line was too long, and she couldn’t wait.

Humiliated, I had no choice but to leave the canteen empty-handed. The sting of rejection added another layer to my already fragile mood. I stepped outside into the crisp air, taking slow, deliberate breaths in an effort to calm myself. I stretched, more out of habit than necessity, and tried to regain a sense of control.

Even as the fresh air began to soothe my nerves, the doubt lingered. It felt like everything was spiraling, and I couldn’t help but feel that it was all my fault. Still, I reminded myself that there was time to turn things around. The tournament wasn’t over yet, and I couldn’t let this moment define the rest of the day. Though the insecurity remained, I resolved to keep pushing forward, however shaky my confidence felt.

—

After returning to the locker room, I sat down quietly next to my bag, letting the silence of the space settle around me. As I unzipped the bag, my eyes were drawn to two ice-cold water bottles lying inside, their surfaces glistening faintly. I paused, blinking at them in mild confusion, trying to piece together how I hadn’t noticed them earlier. I looked up, my thoughts momentarily scattered, unsure whether to feel relieved, amused, or simply puzzled by the discovery.

‘Was anyone here?’ I asked Demetri, holding up the bottles of water and glancing at him with a mix of curiosity and confusion. My voice was calm, but my mind raced slightly, trying to make sense of their sudden appearance.

‘Yeah, the girl from Iron Dragons, Zara, I think,’ Demetri explained quickly. ‘She said you needed some water but forgot your wallet, so she brought these for you.’

The Iron Dragons—that was the team the tall guy was from. From what I knew, Zara was their captain. I hadn’t expected her to do something like this, but I couldn’t help feeling a slight wave of gratitude. I decided I would thank her later, once the next competition was over. For now, I just needed to focus on what was ahead.

I grabbed the water bottle, a quiet wave of gratitude passing through me. It was a small gesture, but it made a difference in that moment. Taking a deep breath, I decided to search for my teammates and gather them together. I needed to rally them, give them a motivational speech, even though, deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the loss in the first competition was mostly my fault. Still, I knew I had to set that aside and focus on getting everyone back on track for the next round.

—

It was time for the next event, and the pressure was mounting. There were different categories, but we lost almost all of them. The only victories came from the 2vs1 match, where Miguel secured a win, and the Bojutsu (staff technique/ art of stick fighting), where I managed to come out on top.

The following day brought a small victory—we won once, but it came with its own challenges. Our task was to force the opponent to fall from the podium, and only Miguel managed to win and stay on it. The weight of it all hit harder when I saw our team nearly at the bottom of the standings. The stress was becoming overwhelming; we were running out of time, and the gap between us and the top seemed to grow wider with each passing moment.

The next event was the elimination phase of Sakai Taikai, and as the moment drew closer, an overwhelming sense of anxiety crept back into my mind. I couldn’t shake the thought that I might lose because of my own small mistakes, and it was a nagging feeling that seemed to grow stronger with each passing second.

It was a 2v2 on a high platform, a challenging setup that added to the pressure. The Iron Dragons went first with their demonstration. The tall guy—who I knew to be an exceptional competitor—was flawless. He moved with such grace and precision that he wasn’t even touched once by his opponent. I couldn’t help but watch in awe as he maneuvered effortlessly across the platform, his every movement exuding confidence and skill. Before I could think much more about it, I overheard Demetri and Hawk talking nearby. Their conversation snapped me out of my thoughts as they referred to the tall guy as a “monster” because of his skill. The words hit me differently than I expected—guilt crept in. It didn’t feel right to hear them speak about him behind his back like that, especially when he was right there, demonstrating his abilities so effortlessly. I felt a pang of discomfort, as if they were undermining his talent. I couldn’t let it slide.

‘Don’t call him a monster,’ I exclaimed, my voice firm. ‘You don’t know him or what he deals with.’

They exchanged glances before looking at me, their expressions softening. I could see the apology in their eyes, and for a moment, the tension in the air seemed to ease. They nodded slightly, acknowledging what I had said, and I felt a small sense of relief. It wasn’t right to judge someone so quickly, and I wasn’t going to stand by and let it happen.

They announced that it was our turn. Roby and I were the first to step onto the podium to fight. As I climbed the stairs, the height of the platform hit me all at once, and my knees felt like they might give way, soft as cotton. Despite the flutter of nerves, I focused on doing my best, trying to shake off the unease.

Then, suddenly, our eyes met—the tall guy again. For a brief moment, I froze, distracted by the connection. My opponent saw the opening and almost pushed me off the platform. Just as I was about to lose my footing, Roby took a risk and managed to eliminate two opponents at once. The crowd erupted in cheers, and I heard the rush of feet as the other competitors came charging in, with Sam joining me on the platform.

Time passed, and it all came down to the final two opponents. Now, it was Miguel’s turn to step in and help me finish it. As we worked together to eliminate them, I felt a small surge of pride. I hadn’t fallen once, and that, in itself, was enough to bring a little bit of happiness in the midst of the chaos.

—

Everyone in our group was cheering after the competition. We were relieved and excited that we hadn’t been eliminated and that we still had a chance to continue in Sakai Taikai. But amidst the celebration, Miguel was nowhere to be found.

Just as Robby and I were catching our breath, we were called to the side by our Senseis. Their faces were serious, and I could feel the shift in the air as they delivered the bad news. One of our Senseis, along with Miguel, had to leave immediately. Miguel’s mother had been hospitalized, and there were complications with her pregnancy.

The weight of the situation hit me hard. Not only were we down one Sensei, but we were also losing a teammate. I couldn’t help but feel a deep concern for Miguel’s mother. I hoped she would pull through and that everything would turn out okay. It was hard to focus on anything else when I knew Miguel’s family needed him, and I hoped she’d recover quickly.

—

While everyone else was out partying at some random club in Barcelona, I found myself binge-watching a film series. After a while, I decided I needed a change of pace and thought a walk along the beach might clear my mind. I threw on a white hoodie and some black leggings, grabbed a bottle of water for the walk, and headed out. The evening air was cool, and I was ready for a little solitude by the ocean.

—

I walked for a moment, my thoughts still lingering on the events of the day, until I found myself at the beach. As I looked around, my eyes landed on someone standing nearby, shirtless. I blinked, and as I drew closer, I realized it was the tall guy from earlier.

The brown-haired boy was diligently practicing a series of movements, each one executed with remarkable precision and fluidity. Despite my exhaustion and the haze clouding my thoughts, I couldn’t seem to pull my gaze away. There was something captivating about the way he moved, as though every motion was deliberate and purposeful. My fatigue seemed to fade into the background as I became mesmerized by his focus and technique. It was almost as if everything around me disappeared, and I was entirely absorbed in watching him. I couldn’t help but wonder about the discipline and dedication that went into mastering such skills, but at the same time, I felt too drained to even process the thoughts fully. But then, my attention shifted when I noticed some red marks on his back. They stood out against his skin, drawing my gaze away from his fluid motions, and I couldn’t help but wonder how they had gotten there.

Suddenly, he executed a move that caused him to turn and face me directly. His expression shifted from focus to surprise, and for a moment, he froze, caught off guard by my presence. It was as if the sudden shift in direction had momentarily thrown him off balance, and we stood there in an awkward silence, both taken aback by the unexpected encounter.

‘Oh… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,’ I exclaimed, taking a step closer. As I moved, the cold wind hit me, sending a shiver down my spine. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill, but my attention remained on him, feeling the awkwardness between us linger in the air.

‘Uhm… I’m Y/n, by the way,’ I said, tilting my head to the side, feeling a bit shy and insecure. My voice was soft, unsure of how to break the silence. I couldn’t help but feel a little awkward standing there, hoping my introduction might ease the tension, even though my nerves made it hard to feel at ease.

‘Axel,’ he said, his voice a little stiff as he shifted slightly, looking tense and uncomfortable. I could tell he wasn’t quite sure how to handle the situation either, and his unease mirrored my own. The air between us felt a little thick, and I found myself wishing I could think of something to say to make it less awkward.

‘That’s a pretty cool kata. What’s it called?’ I asked softly, hoping to break the awkward silence. My voice was tentative, but I genuinely wanted to know. It felt like the right way to ease the tension between us, even if I was still a little unsure of myself.

‘I’m not supposed to talk to the opponents,’ he exclaimed, his tone a bit stubborn. There was a hint of defensiveness in his words, as if he was trying to set a boundary, but it only added to the awkwardness. I could tell he was trying to stick to some kind of rule, and I immediately felt a bit embarrassed for having spoken up.

‘We’re not on the mat,’ I said with a small smile, feeling the blush creep up my nose. I wasn’t sure if it was the cold, the embarrassment, or my own shyness causing the heat to rise in my cheeks, but I tried to brush it off. The awkwardness was still there, but I hoped my attempt at humor might ease the tension just a bit.

‘It’s pretty late for training,’ I exclaimed, sighing as I tried to warm up my hands by rubbing them together. The cold was starting to get to me, and I couldn’t help but feel the discomfort in my fingers. I glanced at Axel, hoping to ease the awkwardness with a casual comment, but the tension still lingered between us.

‘Always time for training,’ he said, his tone firm and matter-of-fact. His words carried a quiet determination, and for a moment, I felt like I was glimpsing a side of him that was completely focused, almost unshakable.

After he said that, he reached down to grab his shirt from the sand. As he moved, the red marks on his back became more visible, standing out sharply against his skin. I couldn’t help but notice them, the vividness of the marks raising questions in my mind.

‘Whoa, whoa… what happened to your back?’ I asked cautiously as he pulled his shirt over his head, my voice filled with concern as I took a few small steps forward. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was overstepping, but the marks were too striking to ignore. My curiosity and worry outweighed my hesitation.

‘Uh, from the bo staff competition,’ he answered quickly, his tone dismissive as he avoided meeting my concerned gaze. It was clear he didn’t want to dwell on it, brushing it off as if it were nothing, but the marks told a different story.

‘Nobody’s been able to land a point on you yet,’ I said, my tone light but observant. His reaction was immediate—he shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze even more than before. The tension in his demeanor made me pause, debating whether or not to bring up what I had seen earlier during his training with his sensei. The memory of those moments weighed on my thoughts, but I wasn’t sure if addressing it would make things better or worse.

‘I saw what happened with your sensei,’ I said softly, breaking the silence. My tone was careful, not wanting to sound intrusive, but I felt the need to acknowledge what I had witnessed.

‘My sensei wants me to be the best. It’s because of him I never lose.’ he said coldly, his sharp tone cutting through the air as he looked directly at me. His gaze was steady, but there was an edge to it, as though he was daring me to challenge his words.

‘There are other ways of teaching,’ I said, my voice laced with concern. I couldn’t help but feel worried, sensing that his sensei’s approach might be pushing him too hard. I wanted to say more, but I wasn’t sure if I should press further.

‘I mean, I got to admit, your dojo’s pretty great,’ I exclaimed, offering him a friendly smile. I hoped my words would ease the tension, acknowledging his dedication while keeping the conversation light. Despite my concern, I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.

‘Thank you,’ Axel said, his tone softer, looking a little more at ease now. ‘You’re pretty… Your… Your dojo’s pretty good too.’ He added quickly, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks, though I suspected it might have been as much from the cold as from his sudden shyness. His words caught me off guard, and I couldn’t help but smile, feeling the tension ease between us.

‘We try,’ I said with a small smile, hoping to reassure him. I could see the tension easing slightly, and I wanted to keep things light. The moment felt less awkward, and I was relieved for it.

‘Mind if I join?’ Axel asked, and the question caught me off guard. I hadn’t expected him to ask, but there was a hint of curiosity in his voice that made me pause for a moment.

‘You want to switch dojo’s?’ I asked, raising my eyebrows in shock. The idea hadn’t crossed my mind, and I was curious about why he’d bring it up. It seemed like a bold move, especially given how dedicated he was to his current dojo.

‘Your walk. I was going back to hotel.’ he said, pointing towards the route I was supposed to take. It took me a moment to process what he meant, but then I realized he was offering to join me on the walk back, which felt unexpected but kind.

‘Oh, yeah,’ I laughed awkwardly, caught off guard by the offer. ‘Yeah, sure,’ I added quickly, hoping to reassure him. As we started walking, I couldn’t help but notice the height difference between us—he towered over me, and I felt a little small in comparison, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just another thing that made the moment feel a little surreal.

As we walked along the beach, the soothing sound of the waves crashing in the background, our conversation turned to travel. We began talking about the countries we had visited, sharing stories of our experiences in different places. The gentle breeze and the calming rhythm of the ocean made the conversation feel easy and natural, and for the first time that night, I felt completely at ease. From what he mentioned, it seemed like he had traveled to every country in Europe. He shared details about different cities and cultures he’d encountered, his experiences coming across as both vast and fascinating. It made me realize just how much he had seen and done, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at his travels. He also asked me a few questions, curious about my thoughts on Barcelona. He wanted to know what I thought of the city, what I hoped to visit, and what I wanted to do while I was here. His questions felt genuine, and I found myself sharing more than I had planned, enjoying the flow of our conversation. It was nice to talk about my plans without feeling rushed or pressured.

We laughed and enjoyed the moment, the conversation flowing easily, until one of our opponents from Tory’s team approached us with a few of his friends. The sudden interruption broke the easy atmosphere, and I could feel a shift in the air as they came closer.

‘How cute!’ Kwon exclaimed, tilting his head in sarcastic awe. His tone was playful yet teasing, as if he was trying to get a reaction from us. It was clear he wasn’t just making a casual comment, but rather trying to stir things up a bit

‘Little rival team play time, huh?’ he said with a grin, his words slurring slightly. It was clear he was definitely not sober, and his carefree smile made the situation feel a bit awkward. His tone was light, but there was an edge to it, as if he was trying to provoke something.

‘Just ignore them,’ I said with a sigh, glancing at Axel. I could feel the tension creeping in, but I didn’t want to let it ruin the moment. I hoped Axel would let it slide too, as it was clear Kwon’s words were meant more to tease than to start a real confrontation. I tried to walk past them, but they shifted right in front of me, giving me a big, smug smile. It was like they were blocking my path on purpose, clearly enjoying the chance to get under my skin.

‘Say the magic words,’ Kwon laughed, raising his eyebrows playfully. His grin widened, clearly enjoying the situation more than he should.

‘Move aside,’ I said, my tone laced with clear annoyance. I wasn’t in the mood for their games, and I made sure they knew it as I stood my ground.

‘Wrong,’ he said sternly, his playful demeanor shifting into something more confrontational. The tone in his voice made it clear he wasn’t going to let me off that easily.

‘Just leave us alone,” I sighed, frustration creeping into my voice. I was done with their teasing and just wanted to move on, hoping they’d finally get the hint. Kwon kneeled to my height and smiled, his expression mocking yet somehow amused. It was as if he thought the whole situation was a game, and I was the one missing the joke.

‘Only if you say please,’ he laughed, getting uncomfortably close, his face now just inches from mine. The mocking tone in his voice made my irritation grow, but I stood my ground, refusing to let him get under my skin.

That was the final straw for Axel. His expression darkened as his fist clenched tightly at his side. One of Kwon’s friends caught the movement and took it as a signal to strike, delivering a swift kick to Axel’s stomach. To my surprise, Axel barely even flinched, standing firm as if the attack hadn’t phased him.

At the same moment, the other friend of Kwon lunged toward me. Axel reacted immediately, dealing with his opponent effortlessly, his precision and speed almost intimidating. Inspired by his confidence, I focused on my attacker, countering their moves and managing to take them down just as effectively. The entire exchange was over in moments, leaving Kwon’s friends clearly outmatched.

Axel and I turned our attention to Kwon, who stood his ground with an overly confident smirk. ‘Come on, I’ll take you both. Let’s go,’ he taunted, his bravado thick in the air. But before he could make a move, one of his friends grabbed his arm and urged him to stop.

‘Let’s get out of here. The cops are coming,’ his friend said, the urgency in his voice cutting through Kwon’s bravado.

Sure enough, the faint wail of police sirens echoed in the distance. Without hesitation, Axel and I exchanged a quick glance and bolted in the opposite direction, heading back toward the beach.

By the time we stopped, both of us were out of breath, the cool ocean breeze offering some relief as we tried to collect ourselves. The tension of the moment slowly gave way to exhaustion, the sounds of the waves a stark contrast to the chaos we’d just escaped.

‘Cobra Kai… those assholes,’ I muttered between breaths, my frustration evident as I leaned forward, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. The adrenaline was still coursing through me, but the tension was beginning to ebb, replaced by a simmering annoyance at what had just unfolded.

‘Nice round kick,’ he said, his tone genuine as his eyes stayed fixed on me. There was a flicker of admiration in his gaze, and it caught me off guard for a moment. I straightened up, still trying to steady my breath, feeling a mix of pride and self-consciousness under his watchful look.

‘Nice counterstrike,’ I said between breaths, managing a small smile.

Axel returned the gesture with a genuine smile of his own, his gaze never wavering from mine. There was something steady and unwavering about the way he looked at me, and it made me feel oddly at ease despite everything that had just happened.

For a moment, the only sounds between us were the crashing waves in the distance and our labored breaths as we worked to steady ourselves. The adrenaline was beginning to fade, leaving behind a strange sense of calm in the cool night air.

I exhaled deeply, glancing around to make sure the coast was clear. My eyes scanned the area cautiously, the sound of the waves in the background grounding me. After another moment, I sighed again and checked once more before turning to Axel.

‘I think the coast is clear,’ I said softly, breaking the silence.

When I looked at him, I realized he was still watching me, his expression unreadable but intent. There was something in his gaze—an almost admiring quality—that made my heart skip for a moment. I quickly glanced away, unsure of how to react to the unexpected attention.

I took a quick glance at Axel, my heart racing when I saw he was still looking at me. Our eyes locked, and something shifted in the air between us. Feeling the pull, I couldn’t look away and decided to meet his gaze.

He stepped closer, closing the distance between us. I had to tilt my head up to meet his eyes, the height difference suddenly feeling more pronounced. He gently cupped my cheek with one hand, his touch warm and reassuring. With the other, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin. His expression softened, his eyes flickering between mine and my lips.

The closeness was intoxicating, and before I knew it, he began to lean in, his face inches from mine. My breath caught in my throat, and for a split second, I was ready to give in. But then, a sudden rush of doubt and hesitation swept over me.

‘Woah, no, no…’ I stammered, taking a few quick steps back. The air between us suddenly felt thick with tension, and I could feel the familiar rush of awkwardness creeping back, just like it had at the beginning of our conversation.

I avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the ground, unsure of what to do next. The moment that had felt so intense just moments ago now seemed like a mistake. Why had I pulled away? I had no idea, but the uncertainty left me with a knot in my stomach. Axel didn’t say anything right away, and for a second, the silence stretched between us like an unspoken question hanging in the air.

I tried to steady my breathing, hoping the moment would pass quickly, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had just made things even more awkward.

‘I-I’m sorry… I thought-‘ Axel started, his words trailing off as he struggled to find the right thing to say.

He seemed just as uncertain as I was, his expression caught somewhere between confusion and embarrassment. I could see the hesitation in his eyes, and it made me feel even more guilty for pulling away.

I bit my lip, unsure of how to break the silence. The tension hung thick between us, but neither of us seemed to know how to ease it. It felt like everything had shifted in an instant, and now I wasn’t sure how to fix it without making it worse.

‘It’s already after curfew. We should get going,’ His voice was cold, the warmth from earlier now completely gone.

The shift was immediate. The tension between us that had been so palpable moments before evaporated, but not in a way that made me feel better. Instead, it felt like we had just snapped back to some kind of awkward normalcy—where he was distant and aloof again, and I was left fumbling for the right words.

I couldn’t tell if he was still hurt by my reaction or if he was simply shutting himself off, but either way, the walls between us were up once more, and I wasn’t sure how to bring them down.

—

The walk to the hotel was silent—so silent it felt suffocating. Each step felt heavier, the air thick with unspoken words. The usual ease between us was gone, replaced by an awkward distance I couldn’t seem to close.

I stopped abruptly, feeling a knot tighten in my chest. Axel walked a few steps further before halting, turning back to look at me, his expression confused.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, his voice softer than it had been since… well, since everything had changed.

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what I was feeling anymore. But I could tell that whatever had just happened between us—whatever I had done—had shifted something. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it felt like the space between us had grown wider than it had ever been before.

I grabbed my phone and glanced at the clock—it was 5 p.m. In an hour, the sunrise would begin. A sudden urge to be by the ocean took over me, the need for some space, for clarity. I sighed quietly to myself and turned to Axel.

‘I’m going back to the beach,’ I said softly. ‘You can head back to the hotel. Goodnight.’

I gave him a small wave and started walking away, my footsteps steady, but my mind still racing.

But then I heard them—footsteps. I stopped, turned, and looked back. It was Axel, walking a few paces behind me. We locked eyes, and for a moment, everything else faded. His gaze was soft, unreadable, but it felt like there was so much unsaid in the space between us. He didn’t say anything, not a single word, but his presence spoke louder than anything could.

I stood still for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Neither of us moved, but neither of us looked away either. The silence lingered, heavy and familiar.

I smiled softly, then turned back and began walking toward the beach. By the time I arrived, the air was colder than I expected, A crisp chill in the air made me pull my hoodie tighter around me, trying to keep the cold at bay. I sat down, wrapping my arms around myself, trying to find warmth in the stillness of the night.

Without a word, Axel appeared beside me. He gently draped his jacket over my shoulders, the warmth of it wrapping around me, offering more comfort than I realized I needed. I looked up, my breath catching for a second as I met his gaze, but he was already taking a few steps back, distancing himself.

He sat down a bit further away, his eyes fixed on the beach and the waves rolling in under the dark sky. The moonlight reflected off the water, casting a soft glow on everything, but I found my attention drifting back to Axel. I couldn’t help it. His quiet demeanor, the way he observed the world around him—it was like he was in tune with everything. For a moment, I caught myself admiring him, his profile soft in the moonlight, his posture relaxed yet strong.

The silence between us felt comfortable, not awkward. It was as though, in this moment, there was no need for words. We just existed together, the sound of the waves, the chill in the air, and the quiet understanding between us.

The sun was about to rise any minute, and I glanced over at Axel, who looked like he was on the verge of falling asleep. I felt guilty for dragging him out here. Standing up, I walked over to him and handed his jacket back, noticing how cold it was and how he only had a sleeveless shirt on. Without saying anything, I sat next to him, gently placing his head on my shoulder, offering him the warmth I could.

I heard Axel sigh softly, and when I looked over at him, he seemed lost in thought. My gaze drifted to the waves, and just then, the sun began to rise, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. The sight made me straighten my posture, while Axel stretched and yawned, still staring at the horizon in silence. I couldn’t help but smile at the peaceful moment, before standing up and grabbing my phone to capture a photo of the sunrise.

I gently patted Axel’s head, feeling his messy hair beneath my hand. He looked so relaxed, yet on the verge of falling asleep. He looked up at me, and I gave him a soft smile, an unfamiliar flutter starting in my stomach. He slowly stood up, taking a few steps back before raising his phone. I turned to look at him, and to my surprise, he was taking a photo of me with the sunrise behind me. I couldn’t help but smile wider, feeling a faint blush creeping up my nose as I realized how much I enjoyed this moment.

As Axel put his phone down, I walked over to him, unable to resist the urge to give him a big hug. There were no words exchanged, just the sound of silence, the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore, and the warmth of the moment. As we pulled apart, the sunlight hit Axel’s face, casting a golden glow. He squinted slightly from the brightness, but the way the light accentuated his features made him even more captivating.

Without thinking, I reached out, cupping his cheek gently. He looked down at me with a soft, almost questioning gaze, and I couldn’t quite place the feeling swirling in my chest. Maybe it was the exhaustion from the long day, the weight of everything that had happened since the Sekai Taikai, or maybe it was just the way Axel made me feel like I was losing control of my thoughts.

I leaned in, my hands cradling his face, giving him one last, lingering look. His breath caught slightly, and for a moment, I hesitated, unsure of what was driving me. But the pull between us was undeniable. Without thinking further, I closed the space between us, pressing my lips to his.

The moment our lips met, everything seemed to pause. It wasn’t forceful or rushed, but rather soft, tentative—like we were both unsure yet certain at the same time. The warmth from his skin, the faint scent of the ocean mixed with the remnants of his cologne, surrounded me. I felt the gentle press of his lips against mine, a quiet reassurance, as though he was waiting for me to pull away if I needed to.

I didn’t.

Instead, I leaned into him just slightly, feeling the way his hand hesitated at my waist before it gently rested there, steadying both of us. His lips moved slowly, carefully, as if savoring the moment. There was a vulnerability in it, an unspoken question, and it made my heart race in a way I hadn’t expected.

Time seemed to stretch, the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore fading into the background as everything else became a blur. It was just the two of us, caught in this quiet, intimate exchange that somehow spoke louder than any words could.

When we finally pulled apart, my head rested on his chest, breathless. My heart was pounding, my body still humming from the kiss. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, his eyes soft with something that felt like understanding—maybe even a little awe. Neither of us said anything, but in the silence, there was a shared certainty. It had happened.

—

Walking back to the hotel was quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way. It was that kind of silence where everything felt right, where words weren’t needed to fill the space. We just enjoyed each other’s company, the soft rhythm of our footsteps in sync.

When we reached my hotel room, I turned to face him, my hands resting gently on his shoulders. Before either of us could say anything, he leaned in, and we kissed again. This time, it was different. It was deeper, more intense, as if we were trying to memorize every sensation in case it was the last time. The kiss held a sense of urgency, an unspoken longing. Even though we both knew we’d see each other again that evening, in that moment, it felt like saying goodbye.

We pulled back reluctantly, but neither of us wanted to let go. Axel gave me a quick, soft kiss on the lips before stepping into the elevator. As the door began to close, I waved at him, my cheeks flushed with a mix of warmth and the excitement of the moment.

The elevator door closed with a soft ding, and I turned to face my room, my heart still racing. I knocked on the door, hoping Sam would be inside, but there was no response. No sign of life from the other side. Sighing, I leaned against the door, feeling a little deflated but still smiling, the feeling of Axel’s kiss lingering on my lips.

—

I leaned against the wall for a few minutes, the silence of the hallway around me, letting my mind replay the moments with Axel. Then, my phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen, surprised to see a notification: Axel had followed me on Instagram.

A smile tugged at my lips as I quickly tapped the follow button to return the gesture. Right after, I saw the message pop up from him. My heart skipped a beat as I opened it.

‘Have a nice sleep. Thank you for today,’

I sighed, smiling to myself as I replayed the events of the night in my head. The warmth from our kiss still lingered, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness that was hard to shake. But then, suddenly, a thought hit me—I didn’t have a room to go to.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized that Sam was probably still out and I hadn’t made any arrangements for the night. I glanced at the empty hallway, feeling a little lost. The idea of wandering around the hotel wasn’t exactly appealing

‘Axel, could you do me a favor?’ I typed, my fingers pausing before I hit send.

‘Of course, what is it?’ The text said and I sighed.

‘I seem to have forgotten my room key, and I don’t really want to wake up Sam. Could you help me out and let me crash in your room for the night? Just until morning,’ I texted, hitting send before I could second-guess myself.

I smiled, feeling a mix of relief and excitement as I read his message. Room 415. I quickly grabbed my things and made my way to the elevator. My heart raced a little faster than usual, but this time it wasn’t from anxiety—it was more of an anticipation.

As I stood waiting for the elevator doors to open, my phone buzzed again. Another notification from Axel.

‘Don’t worry, the bed’s big enough. You can relax.’

I chuckled softly to myself, feeling even more at ease. With a quick breath, I stepped into the elevator, and the doors closed behind me. It wasn’t much longer before I reached his floor.

I walked down the hallway, my footsteps almost echoing in the quiet of the night. When I arrived at his door, I hesitated for a moment before knocking softly.

The door opened almost immediately, and Axel stood there with a relaxed smile on his face, clearly having been waiting for me.

‘Hey,’ he greeted, stepping aside to let me in. ‘Make yourself at home.’

I stepped inside, feeling a warm sense of comfort wash over me. The quiet intimacy of the room felt calming, and I couldn’t help but feel a little more at peace.

I looked at Axel, taking in his casual yet somehow perfect appearance: a black hoodie, a white shirt underneath, and grey sweatpants that somehow made him look effortlessly handsome. There was a comfort in the way he stood, relaxed but confident.

I walked up to him, my heart pounding a little faster, the distance between us growing smaller with each step. Standing on my tiptoes, I gently cupped his face before leaning in and kissing him softly. The kiss was light at first, tentative, but as I started to pull away, he caught me by the waist, pulling me closer. His lips met mine again, this time with more urgency, more passion. The kiss deepened, our connection intensifying, as if neither of us wanted to let go of this moment.

My hands found their way to his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through his hoodie, while his arms wrapped around me, holding me close. The room around us faded away, and all that mattered was the feeling of his lips on mine, the way his touch made my heart race. It was a kiss that said more than words could, a kiss that made everything else feel insignificant.

After some time, we reluctantly pulled away, the lingering warmth of the kiss still filling the air. I yawned, suddenly feeling how exhausted I was, the weight of the day catching up to me. Axel, noticing, gently handed me some clothes, and I smiled gratefully at him before heading into the bathroom.

The shower was quick but refreshing, the hot water washing away the tension and fatigue. I quickly braided my hair, feeling a little more awake as I stepped out of the bathroom. When I emerged, I saw Axel lying on the mattress on the floor, his eyes closed, clearly trying to get some rest. His posture was relaxed, and he seemed so at ease in the room, even though the circumstances weren’t ideal.

I paused for a moment, watching him. There was something so comforting about how he looked there, in his own little world, yet still so present with me. With a small sigh, I walked over to the edge of the mattress, sitting down beside him. He opened one eye, glancing up at me before offering a sleepy smile.

‘Getting some sleep now?’ I asked softly, trying not to disturb his calm.

‘Yeah, just waiting for you,’ he murmured, his voice thick with sleepiness. ‘But, I’m not going to last long.’

I smile. ‘Why are you on the floor?’ I ask softly, gently caressing his cheek. ‘You can sleep with me if you’d like.’

Axel hesitated for a moment, his gaze softening as he looked up at me. The offer hung in the air between us, quiet but filled with unspoken understanding. He blinked slowly, clearly processing my words.

‘I didn’t want to make things awkward,’ he said, his voice low, almost hesitant. ‘I figured you’d prefer your space.’

I smiled, brushing my thumb across his cheek gently. ‘It’s not awkward,’ I reassured him. ‘You’re always welcome to be close. Don’t worry about it.’

He looked at me for a second longer before giving a small, almost shy smile. ‘Thanks.’

Without another word, he shifted, moving toward the bed, his body still tense but clearly relieved. He laid down next to me, a little awkwardly at first, but then his body relaxed as he settled in.

I pulled the blanket over both of us, my hand finding his, squeezing it gently. The warmth between us was comforting, and for a moment, everything felt right. We both closed our eyes, the silence between us now peaceful and easy, as we drifted off to sleep together.

A/N; hiii everyone, just finished watching cobra kai part 2 and I LOVE ITTT! I have such a MASSIVE crush on Axel :p I wanted to apologise for my spelling mistakes 😓 have a nice day further! love yourself and drink a lots of water :)

love ya

xoxo Z.S.

[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! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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Baby Fever | Miguel Diaz x Reader

Pairing: Miguel Diaz x Reader

Summary: Miguel is more than delighted when he realizes that you have the baby fever.

Characters: Miguel Diaz, Carmen Diaz, Rosa Diaz (Yaya), Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz (mentioned), Demetri Alexopoulos (mentioned)

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, and teenagers planning a family.

A/N: Sometimes I need four weeks to write something, sometimes I only need an hour, it’s called inconsistency. Also, Spanish is my third language so pardon me for any grammar mistakes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and remember kids: babies are cute, but they are hard work so wait!

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[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

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,484

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Miguel Diaz x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated ♡

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Shadow of Yourself [3/?]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list :) This third part is a whole 7k words long and completes the first season of Cobra Kai! And is out earlier then I thought it’d be :) so, enjoy!

Based off of: Cobra Kai 01x07, 01x08, 01x09 and 01x10 Warnings: asshole hawk, lol. think thats really it.  Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

Tag List: @moonydrafts - @ashwhowrites - @traveleraroundsworld​ - @truly-abysmal​ - @likecherriesinthespring​ - @hollxe1​ - @asonofpeter​ - @scarlett-verse​ - @musically-ambiguous​ 

THE RISE OF HAWK:

“Hey, babe.”

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Eli/Hawk x Reader: Changes

Request: Can you do a Hawk x reader where they are dating since a long time and y/n tries to handle with his change from Eli to Hawk? @sophiahardy912

A/N: Thought I’d write all cutesy lovey dovey fluffy smutty things but then this angst came out? sorry if i failed you idk what happened here

Words: 2054

Warning: A few cuss words

—-

Eli wasn’t… Eli anymore.

Not just in a metaphorical way – he was Hawk now, inside and out. At first it was a refreshing change – you loved Eli back when he was introverted and lacking in confidence, but now Eli loved himself, and that was surely better.

    Confidence is a good thing. Right?

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[miyagihawk]

miyagihawk masterlist

headcanons

✿ eli “hawk” moskowitz ✿

dating eli/hawk would include: 

hawk’s reaction to you getting jealous when other girls are hitting on him

imagines

✿ eli “hawk” moskowitz ✿

soft spot

hawk walks in on a guy forcing himself onto you, and he comes to the rescue

opposites attract

everyone is confused about yours and hawk’s relationship; you two couldn’t be more different. you reminisce about the night you met him.

i don’t even know you anymore

your boyfriend eli has “flipped the switch” and he calls himself hawk now. the changes in him are breaking your heart. 

i don’t even know you anymore pt. 2

after your bad breakup with hawk, he wants a second chance

his biggest fan

you cheer on your boyfriend hawk at his karate tournament

beach day!

you spend a cute day at the beach with your boyfriend hawk and his friends

“best friend”

your boyfriend cheated on you and your best friend hawk is there for you

you broke me first

based on “you broke me first” by tate mcrae

idfc

based on idfc by blackbear :) hawk doesn’t like you and you don’t know why

lover of mine

based on “lover of mine” by 5sos

✿ miguel diaz ✿

off task

you’re trying to work on a project for school with your best friend miguel, but things take a turn

surprise!

your best friend miguel and all of your friends forgot your birthday. or did they?

jealous

your boyfriend miguel gets jealous because you’re so close with his best friend

should’ve been me

miguel is your boyfriend and you’re the one who fell during the school fight

✿ robby keene ✿

promposal

prom season is arriving, and you don’t have a date. but you’re kind of hoping a certain someone will ask you.

ill wait for you

robby’s in juvie after the school fight and he doesn’t answer your emails.

✿ tory nichols ✿

fire and water

a boy hits on you and tory gets protective

smut

(all characters are 18+)

✿ eli “hawk” moskowitz ✿

why’d you only call me when you’re high?

part 2

hawk ignores you at school, but he calls you in the middle of the night when he’s high

time crunch

oh no! your parents are coming home but hawk is a bad boy and he still wants to mess around ;)

into it

based on “into it” by chase atlantic

[miyagihawk]

Could you maybe write one where Robby or Hawk asks y/n to prom? You don’t have to if you don’t have the time <3

thank you so much for requesting !! this will be my first robby one yayyyy

promposal | robby keene x reader

warnings: fluff, maybe swearing?, also quite cheesy but i love cheesy

summary: prom season is arriving, and you don’t have a date. but you’re kind of hoping a certain someone will ask you.

word count: 1,516

(this one’s set around season 2 and y/n is in miyagi do with sam, robby, and demetri)

“Ugh, prom. Just another excuse for horny teenagers to publicly grind on each other and dress up all nice for it,” Demetri scoffs as you two pass a promposal on the way to Bio class.

You roll your eyes at him. “You’re always such a pessimist. I think prom is cute,” you argue.

“Of course you think it’s cute, you’re a girl. Girls like dressing up and all that romantic shit. So you’re going?” he asks.

You shrug. “I don’t know, I mean no one’s asked me but maybe I’ll just go with Sam or something. I take it you’re not going?”

“Oh I’m going. I hate it, but it’s still part of the high school experience,” the black haired boy wiggles his fingers at you and you laugh. “What about Robby?”

Your heart flutters at the mention of his name.

You’ve had a crush on Robby ever since you met him when you joined Miyagi Do. His kind eyes and dedication to karate made you fall for him fast. With practice at the dojo everyday, he’s become one of your best friends, along with Sam and Demetri. But you’ve hidden your feelings for him because you’re sure he doesn’t feel the same.

“Um... what about Robby?” you question nervously, wondering if your feelings have been obvious.

“Oh come on, he’s obviously going to ask you to go with him,” Demetri muses, and you two walk into your class.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shake your head, setting your books down on your desk.

Robby has never said anything about prom. He doesn’t even look like the type of guy to go. But you feel yourself hoping that what Demetri is saying is true.

“Oh Y/N, Y/N. Always so oblivious,” he taps your head before going to his own desk and ending the conversation.

Demetri is probably messing with you, but the whole period you zone out, thinking about what prom with Robby would be like.

-

Karate training was cancelled for some reason, so you took the extra time to catch up on your schoolwork at home.

Suddenly, the sound of your ringtone pierces the air, making you jump at the sudden break in silence.

You read the caller ID and it’s Sam. She never really calls you, so you begin to worry that something is wrong.

“Hello?” you answer.

“Y/N! Oh my god, something’s wrong! You need to come to the dojo, like right now!” Sam exclaims, making your chest pound with anxiety.

“Wait what, Sam! What happened?” you frantically sputter. Thousands of scenarios flood your mind all at once. Is there a fire? Did the dojo get trashed again? Is someone dying?

You hear shuffling and whispers on the other side of the phone before Sam blurts, “Just come Y/N! Hurry!”

In a panicked manner, you rush around your room to put on your shoes and get your car keys. Regularly a 15 minute drive, it takes you 5 minutes to get to the dojo. You got a few honks and middle fingers as you stepped heavy on the gas, but the urgency of Sam’s voice made you not care.

You slam your car door shut and run around the front to the backgate. But before you could open it, something covers your eyes and all you could see is black.

You realize that they’re hands from someone behind you and in your frenzied state, your first instinct is to elbow the person’s chest.

After the hit, your eyes are released and you hear a groan from behind you. You turn around in fear to see who you were expecting to be a murderer. But it was Robby Keene on the ground with a pained look on his face.

“Oh my god, Robby what the fuck are you doing? I’m so sorry,” you rush over to where he lays on the floor. He clutches his chest where you hit him and you place your hands over his in worry.

“I was trying to be romantic,” he chuckles, sitting up to face you. He was grinning, even though you just sucker punched him with the sharpest bone in your body.

“W-What? I thought you were a serial killer! What happened, where’s Sam? Is she okay?” you stammer, not even noticing what Robby just said.

“Nothing happened Y/N, calm down. We just needed you to come here,” he rests his hand on your shoulder to calm your panicked breathing, and your cheeks tint pink at his touch.

“I- So- Nothing happened? Why am I here?” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. There’s just so many things happening at once and you were kind of expecting a disaster.

Robby stands up and reaches his hand out to where you’re kneeling on the concrete. You take it in yours and feel yourself calm down from the chaos of the last 15 minutes.

“Can I cover your eyes now that you know it’s me?” he laughs, and you nod in confusion.

His fingers place over your eyes once again, blocking all of your vision as he leads you to walk to the backyard. You stumble a few times, but he finally stops your walking once you guys have reached a certain spot.

“Ready?” his voice says close to your ear, making you shiver from his unexpected proximity. He counts down from 3 to 1 before pulling his hands away and freeing your eyes.

You blink a few times to adjust to the brightness of the scene, then you see the beauty in front of you.

Fairy lights are strung around the big tree, lit up just in time for the setting of the sun. The pond holds floating candles that drift delicately around the water and a picnic blanket with food lays on the grass next to it.

The dojo looks nothing like where you guys sweat and train and sometimes bleed. It looks like a fairytale, and your mouth is slightly open at the realization that it’s all for you.

“Robby, what is-” you turn around to where he’s still standing behind you.

You almost want to cry at the view of him holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. His signature side smile widens at the little gasp you let out when you see him.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you go to prom with me?”

No way. There’s no way Demetri was right. You stand there frozen at his question, not believing that it’s real. The boy of your dreams, asking you to prom. The boy of your dreams setting all of this up for you.

“Y/N?” his voice snaps you out of your trance, and your confused expression turns into a huge smile.

“Of course. Yes!” you beam, catching him by surprise when you jump into his arms to embrace him. He laughs into your shoulder as you squeeze him tight in appreciation.

-

“I love it all, thank you Robby. You really do know how to make a girl feel special,” you say in between bites of chocolate covered strawberries.

“Well you are special,” he smiles, admiring how cute you look with your cheeks filled with fruit.

“I’m so killing Sam by the way. I really thought I would come here and see a dead body!”

“I’m sorry, it was my idea. Kill me instead,” he chuckles at the recent memory of your worried frenzy.

“I will. But after prom,” you joke and pop another strawberry into your mouth.

After some cute banter and more yummy food that Robby made, you two lay down on the blanket to try and see the stars. The smog of the Valley doesn’t give much of a view, but if you look hard enough it’s there.

The conversation has faded out, and you’re deep in thought. Does this mean he likes you? Are you guys together now? Asking you to prom doesn’t necessarily mean anything.

The question leaves your mouth before you can stop it.

“So... is this a friends going to prom together kind of thing? Or is it a couple going to prom together kind of thing?” you blurt, interrupting the pondering silence between you two.

Yours and his eyes stay stuck on the night sky. He thinks for a moment and you play with your fingers in anticipation.

“It’s up to you... but I like you Y/N. A lot,” he admits, setting fireworks off in your stomach.

All this time, you’ve both had feelings for each other. But you’ve danced around it like it’s a fire pit that can’t be touched. You almost want to laugh in disbelief, because you were so sure that you would keep your heart locked and live forever with longing stares. You thought you would be stuck watching him with someone else because you’d never have the guts to actually say what you feel. But you’re wrong.

Robby’s head is turned towards you now, and you take your eyes off of the stars to look at him. He looks nervous, waiting for your response to his confession.

Instead of talking, you reply with a long awaited kiss.

[strawberry-fields-things]

— a lesson in badassery

pairing: miguel díaz x fem!latina!reader

SUMMARY… When the school dance comes along, Miguel doesn’t have much hopes for it — that is, until Y/N L/N decides to give him a small lesson in badassery

WARNINGS… None, just the reader being both a badass and a comic book nerd + Kyler being an ass

WORD COUNT… 1.7k

NOTES… I’m highkey tired of reading imagines where the reader is unconsciously written as white/shitty portrayal of latino characters so she’s latina now <3

“A skeleton, a necromancer, and a surgeon walk into a bar…”

The unmistakable sound of your voice makes Miguel Díaz straighten, cutting his conversation with Eli and Demetri short. A small smile tugs at his lips once you enter his line of sight as the two boys besides him stiffen. He continues to forget how you’ve only befriended them a mere week ago. That, and the other two boys tend to be more… awkward around girls.

You fold your arms over your chest as you inspect Miguel’s costume. “I thought you were coming as Spiderman.”

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— one star motel

pairing: fem!cobra kai!reader x miguel díaz

SUMMARY… After their triumph in the All-Valley Karate tournament, it’s no surprise to anyone when the Cobra Kai Dojo is found underneath the spotlight. And with their newfound fame comes new opportunities — like being invited to participate in the State Championship. But when a traffic accident takes place and the team is forced to spend the night at a one star motel, it seems that Cobra Kai’s week long getaway may have a few surprises in store for the team — especially when it comes to the dojo’s star students, Miguel Díaz and Y/N L/N.

WARNINGS… Cursing, fighting, nothing that hasn’t been shown in the show already.

WORD COUNT… 6.6k

NOTE… The fact that Miguel doesn’t even get half as much attention as other characters from the show has me dying… so this me creating more content for him. Also I’m a sucker for the there was only one bed trope so I guess this is happening!

The scalding summer heat burns against your back as you stride down the pavement, bag loosely hanging over your shoulder. The beat of Guns N’ Roses’ ‘Welcome To The Jungle’ drums through your earbuds, h/c hair tied into a messy ponytail to provide a temporary relief from the heat. You glance down to your phone, gnawing at the inside of your cheek upon seeing the time.

Only ten minutes before class begins. Meaning you have about seven to get to Reseda, and three to change into your gi that currently lies stuffed inside your backpack. A sigh leaves your lips involuntarily at the thought of having to run beneath the scalding sun.

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[thispagenolongerupdateslol]

heeey idk if you r still taking requests but could you write for Miguel diaz x reader first experience with oral (smut) ,, female or male receiving however you feel more comfortable! I just imagine Michel being super sweet and a lil insecure about it he’s just adorable 🥰 anyway if you choose not to do it it’s totally ok! Either way love your fics💕keep going!

Let me help - Miguel Diaz *SMUT*

Warnings: oral ( male receiving)

“Hey what did you get for number 7.” Miguel questioned. You looked up from your homework at him.

“Miguel how are you gonna learn if I just tell you all the answers?” You explained. For the past hour you and Miguel had sat in his room on his bed doing chemistry home work. all he wanted to do was for you to give him the answers.

“But if I get it done, the sooner we can do this.” He leaned over his text books to give you a kiss. You pulled away quickly.

“Mm, that’s convincing.” You teased, pulling him into another kiss. You reached your hand over to his face and pulled him closer, making your text book fall off your lap. You pulled away.

“Oh no!” You squealed, slightly giggling. You got up from the bed to retrieve it. You placed it back on his bed. As you were up you noticed it was kinda hot in Miguel’s room.

“Gez why is it suddenly like 100 degrees In here?” You said, slightly exaggerating. You grabbed the end of your hoodie, pulling it off over your head, exposing the tank top you had underneath.

As you did this, Miguel couldn’t take his eyes off you. He couldn’t help but feel his cheeks heat up as your stomach was exposed for a slight second. He was almost embarrassed on how turned on he got. He quickly grabbed his text book and place it over his lap, covering himself.

You didn’t notice him behavior at first. Sitting back down on the bed, you grabbed your note book and placing it on your lap. You continued to finish up the rest of your work.

Miguel watched, your lip biting, the way your cleavage was now showing in your tank top. He shifted around, trying to find something to keep him mind off you but nothing helped.

You began to notice his actions. “Miguel? Something wrong?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, everything is um, great. Just. Confused.” He told you, trying to conceal his sudden hornyness.

“Oh let me see the question.” You said, your hands reached over and grabbed the text book out of his lap so you could read the question.

Before he could even stop you, the text book was out of his lap, reveling his hard on he had tried to keep hidden.

When you noticed your eyes slightly went wide, letting out a small gasp. Miguel quickly got his pillow trying to cover himself, but it was too late.

“Sorry...I didn’t mean to, I didn’t know what happened I swear.” He tried to explain, visibly nervous now.

“No um, it’s okay. It happens.” You felt your cheeks get slightly hot as you made eye contact with him. “Do you need help?” You asked.

When you asked that his breath got caught in his throat. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“I mean, I don’t wanna make you...” he told you nervously.

“Miguel if I offered your not making me...” you said seductively, crawling towards him on the bed. Your kissed his soft lips, his mouth moving in sync with yours. Your reached your hands to his lap and pulled the pillow off. You placed your hand on his hard cock, palming him through his pants.

Miguel pulled away to speak. “As much as I’m enjoying this, my mom and Yaya are right in the living room they might here.” He said worried.

“Then you just have to be quite, plus there soap operas are on. I seriously doubt they’ll be pulled away from it soon.” You said, playing with his zipper, kissing his lips again.

You pulled away and got off the bed, dropping to your knees. He shifted himself to the side of the bed so you could access him. He felt his bulge pressing tight against his pants, waiting to be released.

You reached for the zipper, pulling it down then working at the button of his jeans. He lifted his hips so he could wiggle his pants down. Your reached In to his boxers, taking out his hard cock. The Pre cum coated the tip of him, You placed your hands on his thighs.

“You ready?” You asked, eyes looking up to meet his.

He nodded eagerly, placing his hands in your hair. You bite your lip slightly and licked the precum off his tip. He let out a small groan at the feeling. A very new feeling for him.

Your lips attached them self to his cock, wrapping around him. You started moving up and down slowly.

“So good.” He gasped out praising you, hands still tangled in your hair. His cock went further down your throat as you took more of him into your mouth.

Your head slowly bobed up and down his shaft, placing one hand around what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, enjoying the feeling of you on his cock.

His cock was covered in your spit, making it easy for him to slide your mouth around him. As you moved faster you noticed how Miguel was coming undone right in-front of you. He was holding back his moans so badly. He just wanted to praise you and tell you how good your mouth felt.

“Shit baby, I’m getting close.” He told you, his breath becoming slightly hitched.

You picked up the pace, taking as much of his cock into your mouth as you could. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close.

You continued the actions until you felt his warm cum hit the back of your throat, swallowing as much you you could.

You came up for air, cum slightly dripping from your chin and mouth. You looked up at Miguel, his head still thrown back and his breath still panting. When he looked down at you he smiled at the sight. He quickly reached to his bed slide table and gave you a tissue to wipe your face.

“Thank you, sorry I didn’t as if it was okay if I, you know, came there.” He apologized to you.

“It’s okay baby.” You stood up and he put himself back in his pants, zipping himself up. “I thought it was hot.” You admitted. He let out a small sigh of relief as you sat down on the bed next to him.

“So, can I return the favor?” He asked, nudging your side lightly.

“That’s okay, you can make it up to me after we finish the homework.” You said, bopping his nose and heading back to the spot on his bed.

[cobrakaisb]

surprise! i like you!

summary: the reader confesses their feelings for the charcters of cobra kai, causing them to realize just how much they like the reader too. 

warnings: season 4 spoliers!!! also each one varies in size alot, so sorry about that

a/n: the orginal request asked for sam and tory too, but i left them out because i don’t feel comfortbale writing romantically for them (i’m sorry). 

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[cades-outsider]

NSFW Alphabet: Miguel Diaz

Warnings: Mentions of smut!

NSFW Alphabet: Miguel Diaz

A= Aftercare (What he's like after sex) Miguel is an absolute sweetheart when it comes to aftercare, he takes so much after his mom with a kind heart. Usually almost every time afterwards Miguel will make you some of his grandmas famous food bowl.

B= Body Part (His favorite body part of yours) He loves your stomach and your butt, he loves to press kisses and place hickeys along your stomach so when you leave the next few days no one can see, he loves grabbing onto your butt when doing missionary. Though he also loves to watch your perky breasts bounce while he speeds up his pace.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) He likes to cum in the condom most of the time, it’s the closest he can get without getting your pregnant, even if you are on birth control or there is a plan b, he just wants to play it safe. He also loves to cum on your butt if you’re doing doggy style.

D= Dirty Secret (Miguel's dirty secret) One time you left a clean pair of underwear over when staying and he was quite horny so he ended up jerking off with them, also cumming in them leaving a stain even after washing them. Not only did he feel super guilty that he did it, but he never told you because he was embarrassed so he just hid them in his room since you forgot about them.

E= Experience (How experienced is Miguel) Not at all experienced you both were virgins and he did not know what to do for your first time, you ended up taking the lead but eventually he got confident and started taking the lead.

F= Favorite Position (His favorite position) He likes missionary and doggy style, missionary so he can watch your facial expressions and keep eye contact, doggy so he can get a good view of you butt and a good grip on your waist.

G= Goofy (Is he goofy during sex) Miguel can be goofy during sex, mostly because he’s nervous and he doesn’t know what to do so he just makes jokes out of it which lightens the mood a little.

H= Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes) Yes it does, Miguel never thought to shave or anything but he soon got super embarrassed about it and was going to go clean shaved but you stepped up and told him that he didn’t need to be embarrassed and it was normal and quite manly, now he feels super confident about it.

I= Intimacy (How romantic is Miguel during the moment) He is a simp for you so he makes sure to make every time as romantic as he possible can to satisfy you.

J= Jack Off (Masturbation) Miguel doesn’t jack off that much, but one he does he thinks about how you feel wrapped around him and how you feel blowing him, god he’s such a simp for everything you do. It makes him melt.

K= Kink (How kinky is Miguel) Miguel’s not very kinky, though he has thought about wrapping his hand around your throat as your own personal necklace he hasn’t yet because he doesn’t think you’re into it.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do) Miguel’s favorite place that you’ve ever had sex would have to be at the dojo in the back room, your were just helping him practice and he pinned you against the mat and one thing led to another.

M= Motivation (What gets him going) Your innocent moans can make him burst at any moment it’s crazy. He loves hearing your angelic moans even sometimes if you moan by accident when your mad it makes him hot and bothered.

N= No (A turn off, something Miguel would never do) He would never be able to hurt you, he is so gentle with you it’s crazy. He wouldn’t be able to hurt you even if you asked for it, it would simply make him feel like garbage.

O= Oral (His preference in giving and receiving) He mostly loves going down on you for the simple fact that he simply craves your taste, sometimes Miguel will get so carried away that you will have already came and he just keeps on flick his tongue and sucking causing you to go into overstimulation and eventually cum again.

P= Pace (Is he fast and rough, slow and sensual; etc) He is in the middle, he can be super gentle and rough at the same time. It astounds you at how he can be gentle and make you cum in less that 10 minutes.

Q= Quickie (Miguel's opinion in quickies/fast and rushed sex) He doesn’t mind them but he prefers the real thing over a quickie. It makes him feel a lot closer to you when you got the full time.

R= Risk (Does he like to take risks) He doesn’t mind risks, but he wouldn’t want to get caught by his mom and grandma, it would simply traumatize him.

S= Stamina (How long can he go for, and how long does he last) He can last for 4 rounds, all of that karate paid off in the end. With foreplay it takes about 5 hours tops, but without it it only takes 3 hours. He can usually cum within the 30 minute range, and can make you cum in 10.

T= Toy (Does he like to use toys) Again he doesn’t really mind them but he would simply prefer just the two of you and no toys.

U= Unfair (How much does he like to tease, does he tease) He is an unintentional tease, sometimes he will be fingering you and you’ll be so astonishing to him that he’ll forget to move his fingers when you’re about to cum.

V= Volume (How loud is Miguel during the moment) He is pretty loud, his whimpers and heavy breathing could be heard from room to room. But it’s so hot so you don’t care.

W= Wild Card (Random head-con for Miguel) Miguel has such a harmless obsession with your body that if you would let him he would cover every inch. One time you accidentally sent him a nude that you were deciding on sending but then decided not to so you accidentally hit send and he’s cherished that photo, he puts it in his hidden album on his phone so no one can see it.

X= X- Ray (Lets see what's going on in them pants shall we) Miguel is definitely 6 1/2 inches tops.

Y= Yearning (How high is Miguel's sex drive) Not that high, he doesn’t even think about sex most times, well that was until he got with you and you brought it to his life, the it slowly increased.

Z= Zzzzz (How fast does Miguel fall asleep afterwards) if you both cuddle with no talking then he’ll accidentally fall asleep but he can’t until he knows that you’ve been fed and tooken care of.

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Here’s another one!

[miyagihawk]

“Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Cobra Kai oneshot or head cannon where the reader is dating one of the boys and instead of Miguel falling during the fight it was the reader?❤️”

hiiii thank you for the request! this one’s gonna be a miguel one :)

should’ve been me | miguel diaz x reader

warnings: not much, just a bit of swearing i think. reader is in a coma???

summary: miguel is your boyfriend and you’re the one who fell during the school fight

Maybe you should’ve just stayed out of it. You don’t know one thing about fighting. But how could you just stand and watch your boyfriend getting punched over and over again?

It turned out to be the worst decision you’ve ever made: trying to pull Robby off of Miguel.

Because they were both too angry to see it was all going too far.

Because Robby didn’t think that much about pushing you away; he was too focused on delivering punches.

Because the railing was just too close.

It was all slow motion. Miguel running to the edge, yelling your name. Screams and gasps coming from the students who were watching.

All you could see was Miguel, the boy you love, looking down at you as you fell through the air. It felt like you were falling for a lifetime with your eyes locked on his, until you met the ground and everything turned black.

There was only the sound of Miguel’s steps ringing through the hall as he ran down the stairs towards your body. He kneeled down beside you, his heart breaking when he saw the peaceful expression on your face.

“Y/N? No, no, no. No, wake up, Y/N. Please, I’m sorry,” he touched your face, and his tears were falling down on you.

He cried out in heartbreak at the sight of you so lifeless, with no care of everyone watching. The paramedics had to carry him away from you as they laid you on the stretcher.

-

Your muscles ached and you felt as if your legs would give out any moment. The sky was an apocalyptic red in the lonely desert you were in, and even though you couldn’t see the sun, you could still feel its treacherous heat.

You don’t know how long you’ve been walking through this desert, but you were losing hope with every step you took. You must’ve been trudging on for hundred of miles, but everything around you looked the same; you can’t help but wonder if you were even moving at all.

The only thing that kept you going was his voice and the light.

Miguel.

He sounded sad. And when you kept going, it’s as if you heard him clearer. Once you heard him start to talk, you ran. Even if everything hurt, you ran, because you seemed to hear him better when you went towards the light in front of you. You pushed until you couldn’t breathe, collapsing on the dry sand, but feeling close to him was worth it.

“I’m sorry,” he would cry. “It should’ve been me, Y/N. This is my fault. What do I do without you? If you can hear me, please wake up. Don’t give up okay? I love you so much.”

“I love you!” you would try to yell back, but your voice was gone.

It was an endless torture, following the light, and the only thing that kept you going was the hope of seeing Miguel again.

-

You didn’t know when you fell asleep; perhaps you passed out from exhaustion. But you woke up in a different world.

The vicious red clouds above you were starting to float away, revealing a clear blue sky. The dead air was gone, and you could feel a fresh breeze blow through your hair.

The light. It was right in front of you. So close you could reach out and touch it.

“I love you, Y/N,” you heard Miguel’s voice ring through your ears as you stepped through to the unknown.

You gasped, your eyes shooting open as you took in your new surroundings. A white bright light made you flinch and there were tubes attached to your arms. There was a beeping noise piercing your ears and dozens of bouquets in vases were placed on the blue floor, leaving a strong floral scent in the air.

You felt yourself starting to breathe frantically, realizing that you were in the hospital and that you just came from your worst nightmare. 

You felt your hand being grabbed and you pulled away in fright. “You’re awake,” the person said from beside you, making you turn your head towards them.

It was him. Miguel. The one thing you held onto.

He looked so different. He had bags under his eyes, and his hair was longer than it’s ever been. He just looked so tired, and it made you panic, because you wondered how long you’ve even been out.

Your eyes watered as you threw your arms around him. After feeling so lonely in the coma, you dreamed of holding him. The both of you cried in each other’s arms with endless worry about the other, but you were so happy to just see him after the hell you just went through.

“I love you. I heard everything you said and it was what kept me going. It’s not your fault, okay? It’s not,” you spoke, grasping him tighter. He was crying too, and you’ve never seen him this emotional; it broke your heart.

He shook his head, “It was, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I-I really thought I lost you, and it would’ve been on me. This whole Cobra Kai thing was-”

“Just stop, okay? It was an accident, don’t do that to yourself. I’m fine,” you cut him off, pulling away from the hug to wipe your tears. Your back was starting to hurt and it sent you painful flashbacks of the fall, making you wince at the memory.

Nurses started flooding into the room along with your parents, and Miguel had to leave.

“So how long was I out?” you asked the nurse who was checking your vitals. You were scared to face the question, if you were being honest. Because you had no idea what the answer was.

“Three months, honey,” she answered softly. You blinked away the tears that wanted to surface at her response.

Three whole months. You were gone. You didn’t want to be dramatic, but missing a piece of your life, even if it’s small, felt terrible. Because your family worried about you for three months. Because Miguel worried and your friends worried and now you probably can’t walk normally and-

The more you thought about everything, the more you felt like throwing up from anxiety.

As if the nurse could sense your stress, she talked to you, “You see those flowers?”

She gestured over to the crazy amount of bouquets that were on the floor because they couldn’t fit on the table anymore. You nodded in response while she took your blood pressure. Her presence was very calming, and she had a wise energy around her that put you at ease.

“He brought you some every single time he visited. Poor Albert at the flower shop downstairs is probably sick of him,” she joked. “You are very loved.”

She didn’t even need to say his name for you to know who she was talking about. You felt yourself smiling at the sweet gesture, looking at the range of flowers. Most of them were your favorite color and some were his. But there were every kind; you told him that you don’t have a favorite flower because they’re all pretty.

“Did you feel anything?” the nurse asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “While you were... out,” she clarified.

“Uh... no. I didn’t,” you answered, still puzzled.

She gently touched your forehead with the tip of her finger. “He left you so many kisses. Right here. And you said you didn’t feel it but I know you did, because you’re awake. I’ve treated patients like you for many years, and as cheesy as it sounds, love is the best medicine. You got a good one sweetheart,” she smiled softly at you.

“I did,” you agreed, looking through the small window of the door to see where Miguel stood waiting with your parents. You caught his eye, feeling warm when he gave you a happy grin.

Everything going wrong only showed you that he was the one, and even a coma couldn’t separate you.

A/N: this was a mess i am so sorry my writing is ass lately i just don’t know why :/

[miyagihawk]

hey! i don't know if you are still taking requests, but... can you pls write a very sweet miguel x reader? like, him getting all "grr" because of jealousy or something like that 🥺 i had a very difficult month nd i think it will cheer me up! love your account and everything you write is amazingg 🤍

ahh im sorry to hear that :( everything gets better love! i hope this helps, tysm for the support <3

jealous | miguel diaz x reader

warnings: swearing, that’s it :)

summary: your boyfriend miguel gets jealous because you’re so close with his best friend

“I just feel like... I want to change for her. But I don’t even know if it’s worth it, you know? She’s clearly moved on,” Hawk ranted to you, and you nodded in understanding.

You were both sitting on the curb outside the dojo because Hawk pulled you aside to talk after karate practice.

“I think that you shouldn’t change for anyone else. If you change for you, she’ll notice that. And you don’t know if she’s moved on,” you answered, giving your friend an assuring smile.

You never would’ve expected this little friendship you have with Hawk. When you first joined Cobra Kai, he honestly intimidated you. But after you bumped into him at the dojo when he had just broken with Moon, you found yourself being the person he confided in. He was in an emotional state, and for some reason he trusted you. After that, Hawk turned to you when he needed to talk, and you did your best to give him advice.

“I don’t know, Y/N, she seemed really happy with that girl at the part-” the sound of someone clearing their throat cut him off. You both turned around to see your boyfriend Miguel looking somewhat irritated.

“Hey man,” Hawk nodded at him, then gave you a look to tell you that it’s okay for you to go.

You stood up and awkwardly waved goodbye, before going up to Miguel and taking his hand. He seemed stiff, but he still interlocked his fingers with yours.

Once you walked to his car, there was a weird silence between you two, and it left you wondering if you did something wrong.

“Are you good?” you spoke, nervously tapping your fingers on your knees. Miguel kept his eyes on the road as he drove, and all he had was a blank look on his face.

“I’m fine. Why?” he answered shortly, not looking at you. You already knew something was up from his tone, and you racked your brain for any reasons as to why. School went fine, he got an A on his math test. During practice, he finally got the kick he’s been working on for weeks. So if anything, you thought he would be happy.

“I don’t know, you’re just acting strange,” you confessed.

He didn’t say anything for a minute, and it made you anxious. But finally he spoke, “So you and Hawk have been getting close?”

You weren’t expecting the question at all, and at first you had no idea where it was going. “Uh... yes?”

“You guys have been hanging out a lot,” Miguel commented, and you were beginning to understand his tone. He parked the car in front of his apartment complex, because you two always do your homework together after practice. But you both stayed in the car, not finished with the conversation.

“Yes? You know him, Miguel. He doesn’t have a lot of people to talk to about... things,” you trailed off, not wanting to spill anything that Hawk trusted you with.

“But it just has to be my (S/O) right?” he snapped, and you finally got it. You had to hold back your laugh at the sudden realization of why he was acting like this.

You pinched his cheek playfully, surprising him in his angry state. “Is someone jealous?” you teased.

He glared at you with his warm brown eyes, “Jealous? No. Why would I be jealous,” he scoffed, but you could tell he was hiding a smile.

“You are!” you let out your held giggle. The mood between you was a lot lighter, and you felt relieved that you didn’t do something seriously wrong that you weren’t aware of.

You reached over the center console to put your hands on his cheeks and pepper his face with kisses. Miguel groaned, but you know he loves it when you do that. After your shower of kisses, you placed the last one on his lips, letting him lift you up by your waist and carry you onto his lap.

After a long deep kiss, you kept your hands playing with his hair as you faced him. He hugged you close to his chest, and it made you happy that his guard was now down compared to earlier.

“Hey, you have nothing to be worried about, okay? I don’t want anyone but you, and it’s always gonna be like that. It’s always gonna be you and me. No one can take me away from you that easily,” you told him, butterflies taking over your own stomach at your profession.

“I’m sorry. I never want to be that guy, and it’s not that I don’t trust you... I just can’t help it. Everyone wants you, and I guess that makes me insecure sometimes. I’m sorry,” Miguel confessed, nervously scanning your face as you still straddled him.

Your heart warmed at his admission. You never really thought Miguel was the jealous type and you didn’t think too much about how he would feel about you and Hawk’s new friendship. But you weren’t mad that he was jealous; if anything you thought it was cute.

“Everyone wants me? I’m the one dating the All Valley champ,” you joked, nudging his shoulder playfully. “I get it though. I hate the mere thought of you with someone else. But we just have to trust each other, alright? No more of that passive aggressive shit.”

“No more of the passive aggressive shit,” he repeated in understanding, leaning in to kiss you again. You deepened it, humming in contentment.

“I love you,” you felt yourself say after pulling away. You weren’t even aware that you said it until you saw his mouth fall open in surprise. “Wait- I- I didn’t-”, you tried to save yourself, but you couldn’t deny your feelings and take it back.

You and Miguel have only been dating for a few months; you promised each other to take it slow after you both had just come from relationships that went too fast and failed. So for these past months you’ve danced around the forbidden “L” word, even though you’ve felt it since you met him.

Miguel’s shocked face turned into one of pure happiness, filling you with relief. “I love you too. So much. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to say that,” he breathed, caressing your cheek softly with his hand.

“Me too,” you said.

[miyagihawk]

Hi love! Could i request something with Miguel where it’s your birthday and it seems as though everyone has forgotten and Miguel hasn’t wished you and hasn’t talked to you all day, so you get pretty pissed and give everyone the silent treatment but in reality he’s been planning things the whole day to make your birthday special!?

so cute, thank you for the request!

surprise! | miguel diaz x reader

warnings: swearing, fluff

summary: your best friend miguel and all of your friends forgot your birthday. or did they?

word count: 1,474

You wake up to the feeling of someone’s hand caressing your hair. You blink a few times to adjust to the sun’s brightness coming from your window, and you see your mom’s face looking down at you.

“Happy birthday sweetheart” she gives you a warm smile, still running her hands through your hair lovingly.

“Thanks mom,” you reply, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“I’m so sorry baby, they just told me I have to cover a late shift today so I won’t be home till 12. I know we were supposed to celebrate, but I’ll make it up to you tomorrow?” your mom explains with a frown etched on her features.

Your face drops too at the thought of being alone on your birthday. But you know your mom can’t control things like that and it’s not her fault. I can probably just hang out with Miguel or something, you think to yourself.

“It’s alright,” you assure her.

-

You love your birthday. It’s the one day of the year when you get treated extra special. You might sound like a prima donna, but you actually love the attention.

As you get ready for your day, you take extra time on how you look. It makes you feel good to put on your favorite outfit and you wear more makeup than usual.

You admire the fresh air as you walk to school. It feels like a perfect day. Maybe you’re biased, but the sun looks brighter than usual and the breeze is sweeter.

But once you get to school, Miguel isn’t there. He always waits for you at the front so that you can walk to your first period together. He’s always there but today he’s nowhere to be found.

Your eyes scan the premises of the schoolfront one last time, before you give up and walk to class by yourself. Maybe he didn’t come to school today? Is he sick?

Once you get to your classroom, you’re proven wrong when you see your best friend already sitting at his desk. Walking over to him, he oddly looks nervous fiddling his pen between his fingers.

“Hey, are you good?” you ask, sitting down in your seat beside him.

“I’m fine, why?” he replies. He doesn’t meet your eyes, just rummaging through his backpack as if he’s trying to keep busy.

“Well you didn’t wait for me like usual,” you bite your lip. He’s acting so strange. Did I do something wrong? you think to yourself. He hasn’t even said happy birthday.

He finally looks at you with a weird expression, “Oh yeah sorry. I needed to ask Mr. Hernandez a question so I came here early.”

“Oh... alright,” you nod, but you aren’t convinced. You’ve known Miguel long enough to know when he’s lying and right now he is. But why?

There’s an awkward silence between you two while you wait for the bell to ring for class to start. As the seconds pass, your feelings get more hurt with the realization that he forgot your birthday. 

-

“Hey guys,” you greet as you take your seat at your friends’ lunch table.

You still feel down from Miguel forgetting your birthday, but you’re sure that at least one of your friends remembered.

“Hey Y/N,” Sam replies with a sweet smile, but she resumes her conversation with Demetri.

Your heart sinks when everyone just goes through lunch normally. No one remembered. You don’t want to remind them, because it would probably make them feel guilty. But you’ve known them for years, and no one else’s birthday gets forgotten.

“Is anyone free after school? I was thinking we could go to that new ice cream place that just opened,” you ask everyone. You realize that you could still make your day special, and sulking at home alone wouldn’t make anything better.

“Oh man, sorry Y/N. We have training after school,” Miguel frowns. You think it’s another lie, but everyone else nods in agreement.

“Right. Maybe another time,” you put on a fake smile. What was supposed to be a perfect day is turning out to be the worst one you’ve ever had.

-

‘Hello Birthday Girl! Do you think you can run to the store and buy some eggs? Love you’ the text from your mom reads. You sigh as you walk out of your last class of the day. You just want to go home and take a huge nap. Maybe cry too. A huge nap and a nice birthday cry sounds perfect.

You finally get to your front door after a trip to the grocery store, and you feel relieved to just be alone after a bad day.

You shuffle off your shoes and walk to the kitchen with the plan to eat your feelings out. It’s oddly dark; the curtains on the windows are drawn so you flip the lightswitch on and-

“SURPRISE!” a chorus of voices yell in unison right as the light turns on, making your heart leap out of your chest and you almost drop the carton of eggs you’re holding. You cover your mouth in shock as you look around the room.

All of your friends are looking at you with wide grins and party hats. Your mom is also there holding colorful balloons, standing by a birthday cake with your name on it. A banner hangs on the kitchen cabinet with the letters ‘Happy Birthday’.

Tears well up in your eyes in overwhelming happiness as everyone comes towards you. “Guys! What is all this?”

Everyone takes their turn to give you a hug and a greeting. You’re still stunned by the unexpected surprise and you can’t believe it’s even real.

“I felt so bad Y/N! I wanted to tell you the truth because you looked so sad. I’m sorry,” Sam explains, and you laugh, not wanting her to feel bad.

“It’s okay Sam, I’m glad you didn’t tell me.”

“Oh my love,” your mom embraces you next, rubbing your back lovingly. “You didn’t think I would leave you all alone on your birthday, did you?”

“Did you plan all of this?” you ask, wiping away a stray tear. You aren’t much of an emotional person, but you were really expecting to be all alone today.

She shakes her head and pushes your hair behind your ear, “No baby, it was your best friend. He loves you very much.”

You look behind her where Miguel leans against the counter, waiting for his own turn to talk to you. He gives you a soft smile as you meet his eyes and your mom nods, giving you permission to go to him.

“Hey,” you say casually while approaching him. It feels kind of awkward, because you were angry with him earlier. But he did all of this for you, so you feel guilty for being mad.

“Happy birthday Y/N,” he finally tells you, saying the words you’ve been hoping for all day.

“This was all your doing?”

“Everyone helped. But it was my idea,” he smiles cockily, making you elbow him in the side and you both break out into laughter.

“And here I was, thinking you forgot. Thinking everyone forgot,” you chuckle, feeling no trace of the sadness from earlier. It almost feels like a joke now that you know the truth about why everyone was acting so weird.

You two watch your group of friends playing a board game in your living room. You love them so much.

“Of course I wouldn’t forget my best friend’s birthday,” Miguel rolls his eyes as if it would be the worst thing in the world. “But I felt like such a dick making you think we did.”

“To be honest, I did think you were a dick,” you muse and he looks at you with his mouth open, offended. “Don’t look at me like that, you ignored me all day!”

“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry,” he puts up his hands in surrender.

There’s a silence between you both as you continue to watch your friends arguing over the rules of the game they’re playing.

Impulsively you turn to Miguel, and wrap your arms around him in a hug. He’s taken aback for a second, but he quickly puts his arms around your shoulders to hold you close. You don’t see the pink tint on his cheeks as he rests his chin on the top of your head.

“Thank you Miggy. This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. I love you,” you murmur into his chest and squeeze him tighter in appreciation.

“I’m just the best, aren’t I?” he sighs jokingly. You’re still hugging, and you don’t want to let go.

“You are,” you hum, feeling his heart beat accelerate because your ear rests right where it is.

“I love you too Y/N.”

[miyagihawk]

for hawk

lover of mine - 5sos

it's a selfship anthem, bby!

the lyrics make so much sense

i love 5sos!!!! ty for the request :)

lover of mine | eli “hawk” moskowitz x reader

warnings: cursing, i think that’s it?

summary: based on lover of mine by 5sos <3

Lover of mine

Maybe we'll take some time

Kaleidoscope mind

Gets in the way

Your relationship with Hawk was more complicated than most.

You had to be patient with him. His mind was like a kaleidoscope; his thoughts were in intricate patterns that you could never comprehend. It amazed you, but it also frustrated you when you couldn’t understand him.

And when it seemed like you finally did understand, he would shift into new colors and you’d have to start all over again.

“I just- I don’t get you, Hawk! Why are you always lying to me?” you said loudly, already feeling exhausted from the argument.

“I’m not! You just never believe me!” he turned it on you. Like always.

You looked at him with a hard stare and crossed your arms. “Did you or did you not break Demetri’s arm?” you asked in a calmer, but still threatening tone.

You already knew the answer; everyone was talking about what happened in the laser tag room. But here Hawk was, denying it. You just couldn’t grasp why he hid so much from you.

When he stayed silent with his gaze not meeting yours, you sat on your bed with an exasperated sigh.“We should take a break,” you interrupted the quiet atmosphere, looking up at where your boyfriend stood in front of you.

“What?” Hawk finally met your eyes with a hurt expression.

You patted the spot on the bed next to you, and he sat reluctantly. “I’m just tired. We need a break Hawk.”

“We don’t need a break,” he protested quietly, and the subtle sadness in his voice was enough to make your heart pang with hurt.

Hope and I pray

Darling, that you will stay

Butterfly lies

Chase them away

He was scared. Even through all the countless arguments and lies, you never left. Now you were suggesting a break, and Hawk knows from seeing other relationships that they always just end in an actual break up.

In a weird way, you did want to scare him. Because he would never change if you didn’t. You hated the idea of a break, but maybe Hawk would finally stop lying to you if you showed him you were serious.

“It’s not a breakup,” you assured, because you knew what he was thinking. For once. “We just need time apart for a little bit. To think.”

“About what?” he asked defensively, starting to raise his voice again.

“You and I. We’re quite toxic, you know?” you contrasted his volume in a lighter tone, making his face relax and his lips turn up a bit.

His small smile dropped suddenly, replaced by an anxious expression. “Don’t leave me Y/N.”

Your heart dropped at his words, and you wanted to wrap your arms around him. To tell him you’d never leave and that it was all okay. But it wasn’t all okay.

You grabbed his hand instead, “You’re my best friend. I love you. But I need this, okay? We both do. Just some time to figure out how we can fix... us.”

“I can fix it now, we don’t need to take a break. Please. I’ll never lie to you again. I just- I hate disappointing you,” he pleaded, tightening his hand around yours, and you wanted to give in.

But you knew that letting this go on, this never ending cycle, would only end with the both of you in a huge crash and burn.

“You said that last time,” you gave him a sad smile. “Let’s just figure our shit out, and then come back better for each other. We need this Hawk.”

-

6 months later

Things didn’t end so well after your break with Hawk. After spending some time apart, you two were just never close again.

None of you planned for it to happen; you just drifted away from each other. And neither of you exactly established when the “break” would be over.

So for the next few months, you passed each other in the halls without any acknowledgment of the other’s existence. Of course you missed him, but not being with him just became the new normal. And you accepted it and pushed your feelings aside.

“So you’ll meet us there? You sure you don’t want the limo to pick you up?” your friend Cara asked from across the lunch table.

“Yeah don’t worry about me, Jesse’s picking me up,” you replied, making the rest of your friends wiggle their eyebrows teasingly.

“What happened to prom with the girls, Y/N? I thought we established no boyfriends during prom season,” Cara pouted playfully, and you elbowed her in the ribs.

“He’s not my boyfriend. He just asked me to prom and that’s it,” you corrected.

Your other friend jumped in, “And why not? Jesse is so cute.”

As she asked, your eyes trailed away from your friends and towards a certain someone with loud red hair, sitting across the room with his karate posse.

Your group noticed your lack of attention and turned to see what you were looking at. They sighed in unison, making you bring your focus back to them.

“He’s why, isn’t he?” Cara gave you an understanding smile and rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. “It’s okay. Just have fun tonight.”

You only nodded, giving your kind friends a soft smile of appreciation.

As much as you tried to convince yourself that you’ve moved on fully, the boy with a kaleidoscope mind would always have a place in your heart.

-

Where is he?

You paced around your living room anxiously, checking your phone for what seemed like the millionth time in the past hour.

You scrolled through the numerous texts you’ve sent, contemplating if you should send another one. Calling him wasn’t even an option; it went straight to voicemail everytime.

After an hour and a half, you gave up waiting and hoping that your prom date would show up. You flopped down onto the couch despairingly, replying to worried texts from your friends.

‘I’m not going to make it, just don’t worry about me. Have fun my loves.’ you typed, throwing your phone onto the floor right after.

You didn’t want to ask them to pick you up and ruin their night, and you were honestly too drained from being stood up to call an Uber.

So prom night ended up with you spread out on the couch with your outfit that you’ve planned out months ago, eating out of a carton of rocky road ice cream.

Honestly, it could’ve been worse. You could’ve been spending the night with an absolute jerk named Jesse. (a/n: so sorry if ur name is jesse lmao)

In the middle of your rom com movie marathon, an abrupt knock at the front door made you sit up from your pathetic, ice cream eating position on the sofa.

Immediately, you turned off the TV and tiptoed towards the door. You silently grabbed the baseball bat next to it, while squinting to see through the peephole.

Your stomach immediately dropped when you saw him.

Clad in a black suit, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

Shifting on his feet and chewing on his lip nervously, as he waited for you to open the door.

The boy you didn’t know you needed to see until now.

What is he doing here?

You covered your mouth in shock as you ran to the mirror to check if you had chocolate stains around your mouth. You smoothed down your hair and straightened out your dress in a frenzy, before unlocking the door with a deep breath in.

“Hawk?” you tried to act surprised, which wasn’t hard because your heart was racing.

He took a second to look at you in your wasted prom attire, and he was locked in a trance for a second before he snapped out of it. “Oh... uh, these are for you,” he held out the flowers to you and you took them with a smile.

“Wow, I love them. Thank you,” you brought them up to your nose for a whiff of your favorite floral scent. “So, what are you doing here?” you asked awkwardly.

“Oh crap, sorry, do you want to come in?” you said before he would answer, and you opened the door wider so he could step inside.

Hawk looked around the room where he’s been countless times, and he frowned at the sight of 13 Going On 30 paused on the screen with half melted ice cream on the coffee table. That movie plus the sweet dessert was your absolute comfort pairing, and it made him sad that you needed it.

“Cara texted me, and I was worried,” he finally spoke, answering your earlier question. You suddenly felt embarrassed as you placed the bouquet in a vase. You didn’t want to be pitied. Especially by your ex-boyfriend.

“I’m fine,” you said bluntly, busying yourself with the flowers so that you wouldn’t have to face him. You hadn’t talked to him since the night you suggested the break, and you already felt too exhausted from tonight’s events to even talk about it with him. “It’s better that I didn’t go to prom with that dick.”

Hawk chuckled at your remark, and you felt more at ease. The tension between you was thicker than an iceberg, and you didn’t know if you could handle it.

“So did you leave? Or are you just dressed up like that for me?” you smiled, sitting down on the couch where he followed.

He laughed again, lightening the mood even more. “I was there, but you know, Cara told me about what happened and... I just felt like I needed to come. It was lame though. The whole thing is just dancing. And I don’t dance,” Hawk explained, and you found yourself smiling at the thought of him caring about you. “But I know how excited you were about prom, so I thought I’d bring it to you. Some romantic shit like that.”

Your eyebrows raised at “romantic shit”, but you decided not to say anything about it. Although, it did make your cheeks heat up and you hoped he didn’t notice. “That’s really sweet Hawk. Thank you. Really,” you placed your hand on top of his, but you recoiled awkwardly because it felt too intimate, given the circumstances.

You cleared your throat, “So... since you’re bringing prom to me, does that mean I get a dance?” you got up and stood in front of him with your arms playfully crossed.

Hawk squinted his blue eyes at you, crossing his arms as well, “I don’t dance, remember?”

“For me you will, right? Or I could just, you know, dance by myself. It’s already been such a great night for me,” you teased, walking away from him towards a clear space in the living room.

He groaned from behind you and got up to follow, making you cheer happily. “For you I will,” he stated under his breath, releasing dozens of butterflies in your stomach.

Dance around the living room

Lose me in the sight of you

I've seen the red, I've seen the blue

Take all of me

You turned on your Dad’s old record player, where a slow, jazzy, 60s vinyl was spinning. You almost wanted to change it because it felt too romantic, but Hawk was already waiting behind you and you were scared he would change his mind.

The rush his presence gave you made you boldly put your hands on his shoulders, and he stiffly placed his own on the curve of your waist. Your hands were locked at the nape of his neck; his hold on you was light as if you were fragile china.

You forgot how intoxicating it felt to be this close to him, and you wondered how you went so long without that feeling.

The both of you swayed to the smooth melodies of Nina Simone with interlocked eyes, and with every second his hands on your hips became more relaxed. You rested your head on his chest, pulling him closer.

For a song or two, none of you said anything; there was just an unspoken appreciation of each other’s presence. After 6 months without him, you needed this.

I'll never give you away

'Cause I've already made that mistake

If my name never fell off your lips again

I know it'd be such a shame

When I take a look at my life

And all of my crimes

You're the only thing that I think I got I right

“I should’ve never let you go,” Hawk whispered close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I was the one who wanted the break. It’s my fault,” you opposed, lifting your head up from his chest to look up at him.

He raised one of his hands to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, and it brought a warm smile to your face. “But I didn’t chase after you,” his lips turned down into a frown.

You put your hands on the sides of his face while you two continued to sway to the staticky vinyl. “Maybe it’s both of our faults,” you laughed lightly, touching his soft skin.

“It’s me Y/N. I’m the one who lied to you throughout the whole relationship. I’m so sorry,” Hawk looked down at you with glossy eyes. “I’ve done so much fucked up shit. But you’re the only thing I got right. I hate myself for ruining it too.”

Your felt yourself melt at his confession. “It’s not ruined,” you disputed. “You aren’t perfect and I’m not either. I shouldn’t have given up on us. I’m sorry.”

He closed his eyes in peace as your hands ran through his bright hair. It was down from its usual style, giving him a softer look.

“Maybe we both messed up. But I’m never giving you away again Y/N. I won’t make that mistake. I love you,” the boy you’ve missed for months admitted, saying everything you wanted to hear.

You kissed him in reply.

a/n: ah idk if i like this but i hope u do, i feel like my writings are getting repetitive im having bad writers block (as u can tell by how slow im doing requests)