#cobra kai

[libertine-past]

These Cobra Kai part 3 leaks are getting out of hand. 😭😭😭

[insidekatmind]

Bar~Kwon Jae-Sung

Request: yes!

The dim light of the bar cast a warm glow over the polished wood of the tables. You and Kwon stepped inside, weaving through the small crowd to find a quiet spot in the corner. You slid into the booth, feeling the weight of the day pressing on you.

Kwon, ever the charmer, dropped down beside you with a casual grin. You noticed his presence was commanding, confident, yet maddeningly laid-back a combination you both admired and resented at times.

Your gaze drifted across the room, and there he was. Robby. Your boyfriend or, at least, he was before things got complicated. He was sitting at the bar, his fingers drumming idly on his glass, his expression unreadable. The sight of him made your chest tighten.

Kwon followed your gaze, his smile curving into something more mischievous. His arm found its way around your shoulders, and you stiffened at the gesture. Before you could pull away, he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear.

"Is your boyfriend better at kissing than he is at fighting?" he teased, his voice low and taunting.

You scoffed, a sharp exhale of disbelief, and shoved his arm off your shoulders. "Stop doing that," you snapped, glaring at him.

Kwon chuckled softly, the sound light and teasing. "What? I’m just being friendly," he muttered, raising his hands in mock surrender, though the glint in his eye betrayed his amusement.

Your eyes darted back to Robby. He hadn’t looked your way, but you could tell he’d noticed. His jaw was set, his gaze fixed on the bar as though it were the most interesting thing in the world.

Your heart sank. You didn’t know if it was guilt, frustration, or something else entirely that made you want to call out to him, to explain. But the truth was, things between you and Robby had been a mess lately too much history, too many unspoken words.

Kwon shifted beside you, his tone softening slightly. "You sure you’re okay? You seem... distracted," he said, his teasing demeanor slipping away for a moment.

You glanced at him, the sincerity in his question catching you off guard."I’m fine," you replied, though the words felt hollow.But as you looked back at Robby, your mind raced with everything unsaid, and you couldn’t help but wonder if "fine" was a lie you’d been telling yourself for too long.

Kwon's attention was suddenly fixated on a lock of your hair, his fingers toying with it gently. There was an almost tender touch to the action, his smile warm and a bit more genuine than his usual teasing smirk. The movement sent a small shiver down your spine, your heart rate quickening despite yourself."You know," he muttered, his gaze still on the lock of your hair between his fingers, "it's a shame you're with that guy over there. He doesn't appreciate the real you."

His words hung in the air, each syllable sending a little flutter through your chest. It was strange, hearing something like that from Kwon, of all people.You couldn't tear your eyes away from Robby at the bar, your mind racing with conflicting thoughts and feelings. But Kwon's touch demanded attention, his fingers leaving your hair but trailing down the side of your face, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

You break your gaze from Robby and look at Kwon. The sight of him so close is a bit startling, his face mere inches from yours. The touch of his fingers on your face had an electric effect on your senses, sending shivers of heat through your body.

His gaze is locked onto yours, a smug smile playing on his lips. He leans in even closer, his breath warm against your skin, "You're not thinking of that guy anymore, are you, sweetheart?"

You sigh as you look at him. “What game are you playing?” There's a flicker in Kwon's eyes at your question, a subtle change, and his smile becomes just a touch more crooked.

His fingers continue their trail down your jaw, his touch still gentle, almost tender. His reply is a soft murmur, "No game here, sweetheart. Just enjoying the view."He moves his hand to your chin, tilting it up slightly so that your face is angled towards his, "And right now, the view is pretty damn good."

You blush at his words and a smile breaks out. The sight of you blushing sends a new wave of satisfaction through Kwon's veins. It's a reaction he relishes, a hint of vulnerability that he can't help but tease. His fingers lightly trace the contour of your chin as he speaks, "Ah, look who's blushing now. It suits you, you know, all flustered and cute."

There's a pause, his gaze fixed on yours, a silent moment pregnant with meaning as his fingers linger on your chin. It's as though he's caught in the moment, savoring the sight of your flushed face, the way your composure falters just a bit.Then, with a subtle movement, he brings his lips to your ear, his voice dropping to a whisper, "You know, I've been dying to taste that blush on your lips..."

Hearing his words let out a small gasp as I breathed more heavily. Kwon smirks. He notices the slight gasp and the change in your breathing. It's a subtle shift, but one he doesn't miss. Your response is like fuel to the fire, fanning the flames of his growing desire.He moves his lips even closer to your ear, speaking in a seductive murmur. "Ah, that's it. Your little gasps are like music to my ears. Makes me wonder what other sounds you can make..."

His fingers slide to the back of your neck, the touch firm and possessive. Kwon's lips brush against the sensitive skin behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He whispers, "You're so responsive. It's driving me crazy."You can feel his breath, hot against your skin, and his touch is electric, igniting a slow fire within you. A fire that you don't entirely want to resist.

“Kwon,” you whispered softly as your mind clouded at his closeness. Kwon hums, pleased by the sound of his name on your lips. The way you whisper it, breathless and soft, is like a drug to him. He can feel the effect he's having on you, and it fuels his desire even further.

His lips trace a path from behind your ear down to your exposed neck, leaving a trail of tingling heat. He murmurs against your skin, "Say it again, sweetheart." Your breath hitches, a response to the combination of his warm breath against your skin and his teasing words. Something inside you is struggling to surface, fighting against the logical part of your brain.

Kwon's hands are still roaming your body, his fingers trailing over your collarbone, your shoulders, every touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. And his lips, his lips keep moving against your neck, his kiss turning into a gentle bite.

He mutters against your skin, his voice hoarse with need, "You taste even better than I imagined. I can't get enough of you."Kwon moves his hands to your hips, pulling you closer until your body is flush against his. The contact causes a jolt of electricity to shoot through you, sending a rush of heat straight to your core.

You gasp softly. “Kwon we are in a bar full of people” you whisper. Kwon smirks against your neck. Your words about the public setting only seem to excite him further. He tightens his grip on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer.

"So? Let them watch," he whispers back, his voice laced with a hint of challenge. "I don't care who sees us, as long as you keep making those little gasps." His teeth graze your skin again, the sensation mixing with his words to create a potent combination that makes your head spin. Your body responds to him, betraying your attempts at resistance, and you can't deny the growing desire that pulses through you.

But there's that nagging voice in the back of your mind, reminding you of Robby sitting just a few meters away. You try to regain composure. “I can't,” you whisper.

Kwon can sense the struggle in your voice. Your attempt to regain control, a struggle against the pull of desire that he instigates within you.He lets out a small, frustrated sigh against your neck. "Why not? You're so tense... let go, sweetheart. You know you want to."

His hands are still on your hips, holding you in a firm grip as he trails his lips back up towards your ear, his voice dropping to a low whisper, "Just give in to me. Just for one night."

You moan at his words closing your eyes feeling your mind clouded by his presence, his voice, his touch. The sound of your moan sends a rush of heat through Kwon. It's a confirmation of your surrender, a sign that he's winning this game. He knows he's got you now, caught in his web of desire and need.

His lips find their way back to your neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin. His breath is hot against your ear, his words coming out in a low drawl as he whispers, "That's it, sweetheart. Stop thinking. Just feel."

You moan softly leaning into him. “Let's go back to the hotel,” you whisper. Kwon grins against your neck, his hands still firm on your hips. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, the smirk on his face wider now.

"Impatient, aren't you? I like that," he murmurs, his voice laced with playful satisfaction. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's get out of here."

He takes your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours, and leads you out of the bar. The sound of the door closing behind you feels like a threshold being crossed, leaving behind the familiar for an uncharted territory. The cool night air hits your skin, a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere of the bar. But even outside, the tension between you and Kwon remains charged, the air practically humming with need and anticipation.

Kwon's fingers tighten around yours, the touch firm and possessive. He leads you towards the hotel, each step bringing you closer to what you know is about to happen.

"Now you're mine and you won't run away from me" he whispers, dragging you into his room

[rosie-tyler]

[justablognothingweirdhere]

Genuinely insane how all the kids in Cobra Kai are so talented at karate and everyone just accepts it as a completely normal, realistic thing. Like, imagine you get in an argument with some scrawny 16 year old and all of a sudden they’re doing a backflip and kicking you in the face. And you look around to see if anyone else is shocked by this, but all the people around you just shrug and are like “oh, they must take karate lessons from one of those four weird old guys who are constantly trying to murder each other”. Genuinely what the fuck???

[nikredd]

Robby Keene & Sam Larusso & Tory Nichols AKA The Captain Trio in Cobra Kai Season 6 Sneak Peek

[cobra-wives]

that scene with the lawrence-diaz fam with robby and the high school counselor makes me wanna throw up in my mouth. tell me you actually don't understand the education system without telling me

like. that counselor fucking sucks?? pigeonholing your students to one fucking academic route, when she can be providing options. robby has an entire family of support. the state of california has one of the LEAST rigorous graduation requirements - less math and science than the national average - robby should be fine to close out the year and graduate with his friends with just enough credits, PLUS some if he's made them up from his junior year with summer school and online credits.

messing up the education system with college plots like this like "oh, these are the hs classes im taking" "here's where i'm going to college" "will i be able to graduate" without actually considering the alternative paths that prospective students (their viewers) are taking is actually so fucking stupid. it only makes teenagers feel anxious and pinholed to one academic path and representing those alternative routes for a student to take would be really helpful to some people whose minds aren't singled on UNIVERSITY. it's just super reflective of reality when people try to push the commoncore pathway on kids when everyone's academic journey is super unique and dependent on what the kid needs.

if this show wants to bring this plot in, they could at least stand to do it fucking right instead of trying to fit its scapegoat character into a one-shoe-fits-all non-college solution to all their post-secondary education madness.

(also, high school counselors should be OFFERING. OPTIONS. NOT PIGEONHOLING. it's already very obvious that she sucks, but do BETTER, blatt.)

[binaryboyfriends]

YASMINE HERE OH MY-

THEY ARE ALL SO CUTE

They’re like all peace and love to me. I love all of them.

[olisgifs]

Robby, you led the charge for everyone to leave Silver. You got Kenny to Miyagi-Do. Like it or not, bro, you're a natural-born leader. Okay? You fight for what you believe in, and you don't give up. So this whole "I'm not a leader" thing is... Bullshit? Yes. So lead us. And we'll follow. I'll follow.

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo: parallels

[starkrebellion]

one of the more annoying things about the Cobra Kai fandom has to be when you talk about who your favorite character is and they hit you with some variation of "*insert character* is a better fighter tho" OK???? I don't know about anyone else but I don't like a character just because they're better at karate than someone else... ik it's a show about karate but there's so much more to the characters than that and the whole argument about who's a better fighter (especially between miguel/robby and sam/tory) is so tiring at this point because they're all strong and skilled fighters with their own strengths and weaknesses

[astridthevalkyrie]

idk how robby isn’t angrier honestly. everything is screwed up, you’re being told your life goes nowhere, not because you didn’t win the tournament! no that was just a last ditch effort to try and get your life in order. but all of this is because of a single fight, a fight that you 97% of the time tried to stop, and then accidentally almost killed someone, and since then—your life is over. you can’t win. everyone hates you. you go to juvie. you get beat up several times. you lose every relationship in your life. and now when you’ve tried to make up for your mistakes and be the bigger person and forgive everyone and atone, it’s not enough. that one mistake will haunt you forever.

[wassuppeeps]

I’m sorry but this video is so funny it must be immortalized

You're not ready for what's next on Netflix

[brookediamonds]

I love you, I'm sorry | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: After years of tense, banter-filled rivalry between you and Axel, things begin to spiral when you start dating someone new leading to jealousy and bitterness and even some overprotectiveness

Word Count: 3k Warnings: None, allusions to sex, no smut though

gif is not mine

You skipped into the back of your home dojo, completely blinded by the new relationship that has begun in your life.

It was the happiness that made your head spin in a million directions, a buzzing feeling running through your body from excitement.

"Sam!" You shrieked as you spotted your curly haired friend standing along with Tory.

"Someone's happy," Tory takes notice to your wide grin and preppy attitude.

"He did it!" You yelped running up to your two best friends. "Ian asked me to be his girlfriend!"

"Oh!" Sam’s smile froze, just for a second. Her lips parted in surprise before she quickly adjusted, forcing a brighter grin. "That's great!"

"Wait, Ian Matthews?" Tory interjects. "The guy from the baseball team?"

"Yeah!" You confirm for her rocking back and forth on your feet. "We had been talking for a month now, and yesterday we watched a movie at his house last night and he asked me then!"

Sam and Tory glanced side ways at each other, both of your friends sharing the same thoughts and worries.

"Nothing happened," you disrupted their thoughts a small laugh escaping you. The girls relaxed at your statement. "He kind of tried but I told him that's not something I'd do for a while."

"Good, I'm glad he respects you," Sam gives you a half smile trying not to linger on the fact that he in fact still tried to do something with you.

"If he doesn't I'll kick his ass," Tory responds bluntly making you laugh.

"Don't worry about me, I can handle my own," you assure your overprotective friends. Squeezing Sam's elbow, you turn to walk away towards Sensei Lawerence, leaving the two girls to grumble.

"Why him?" Sam mutters under her breath as she crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance.

"He's the biggest dick," the blonde agreed. "Can't believe he pulled her."

"I'm keeping an eye on this dude, I don't trust him," Sam says watching you talk with the older sensei about a move she was having trouble with.

"Trust who?" Miguel comes up to his girlfriend's side catching the end of her comment.

"Ian Matthews," Tory answers, her voice dripping with bitterness. "He's got our girl."

"Nooo," Miguel drags out the 'o' dramatically looking over at you with remorseful eyes. "He ended up asking (Y/n) out?"

Sam nods responding with a low "mhm."

"He's such a-"

"Dick," they all say in unison.

As the three talked about how they could plot steering you away from the danger, Axel stood behind them listening to every word of the conversation having heard everything from the minute you arrived.

A scowl was creeping across his face, his jaw clenched as he thought about you and Ian together. It made him fume. His sharp eyes tracked you as you laughed and grinned, a strange, uncomfortable feeling twisting in his chest.

As class begun, you fall into line, Axel moving to stand behind you.

"So," you hear Axel whisper from behind you. "Ian Matthews, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, trying not to let him put a damper in your current mood.

"What about him?" You ask not sparing him a glance.

"Nothing," he says rather quickly. "Just surprised you'd fall for a guy like him. Thought you had higher standards than the baseball jock stereotype." 

You could practically see the smirk in his voice.

Exhaling sharply, you glance over your shoulder to give Axel a pointed look. "Not that it's any of your business, but Ian is actually a really nice guy."

"Right, nice," he snorts. "That's definitely the word I'd use for someone like him."

You clenched your fists, refusing to rise to his bait. "Why do you even care?" you shot back under your breath, your tone sharp.

"Trust me, I don't," Axel scoffed. You shook your head putting your focus back on Sensei LaRusso.

Sure he didn't care for you (at least he pretends not to), but that guy? Seriously? You could do better.

And while he wouldn't admit it, Axel too would watch out for you.

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It's been a few weeks and things had gone smoothly so far with Ian, he was always paying you compliments and gifting you flowers, it made you feel special.

But what you hadn't noticed was the way his eyes would trail to the girl behind you or how his crude remarks went over your head. All things your friends caught on to.

You were blinded by the honeymoon phase. However things begin to take a turn when Axel catches wind of something he didn't want to hear.

Axel was in the boys locker room changing into his normal clothes when he hears your name.

"She's only been letting me feel her up when we make out, but I think she's gonna let me hit it by the end of the week," Axel recognizes that douche voice from anywhere.

Peeking around the corner of the row of lockers, Axel confirms his suspicions when he sees your boyfriend Ian sitting on a bench talking a with a few guys from his team.

"Dude you got till the end of the month to complete that bet," one of his teammates says. "Don't rush that $100."

What bet?

"I know I just feel like every time I think she's gonna let me, she backs out," Ian complains.

'They better not be talking about Y/n' Axel thinks already beginning to feel his blood boil.

"Y/n is a tough one to crack when it comes to shit like that, that's what makes her a fun challenge," another guy pipes in.

Axel could feel his hands start shake from the fury he was feeling, to talk about a woman like that is disgusting, but to talk about you like that?

It was enraging.

Does he confront them and beat the shit out them like he wants to? Does pull Ian specially aside and knock his lights out? Does he do both?

As the boys left the locker room, Axel can only think about one thing: You.

He ponders how to approach you with what he heard, having not the best history with you.

As Axel made his way out of the locker room, he sees Ian at your locker holding you close to him.

He felt a pang in his heart as he watched you smile so tenderly, pressing a quick peck to Ian's lips.

"He's wrong for her."

Axel startled slightly, turning to see Sam standing a few feet away, her arms crossed and a knowing look in her eyes.

"What?" Axel asked, his voice a little sharper than he intended.

Sam raised an eyebrow, tilting her head toward you and Ian. "You’re staring," she said simply.

Axel scoffed, shifting his bag higher on his shoulder. "I’m not staring. I’m just… keeping an eye on things."

"Right," Sam said, a small smile tugging at her lips. :You know, for someone who acts like Y/n is the most annoying person on the planet, you sure spend a lot of time watching out for her."

Axel glared at the short girl next to him. "I’m not— I just don't trust this guy."

He paused, his jaw tightening as he debated whether to tell her what he had overheard in the locker room. Something like this isn't something that needs to be spread or heard from another source.

Sam nodded in agreement. "We don't either... That should be you."

"Come again?" Axel whips his head around.

"Oh come on, before this little rivalry started, you two had a thing going," Sam reminds him with a slight eyeball.

Axel frowned, crossing his arms. "We did not have 'thing' going."

Sam raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Really? Because I remember you two were pretty much inseparable when she first joined the dojo."

"Before your father put us together for that competition," Axel huffs remembering the event that ended up sparking your rivalry. He adored your bright smile and outgoing personality.

Your opposite personalities made things fun between you two, until Sensei LaRusso decided to partner you up for a karate partner competition.

Your approaches had clashed, egos had flared, and the loss had cemented the wedge between you. Now, instead of sharing inside jokes and camaraderie, all you shared were sarcastic remarks and eye-rolls.

"I know," Sam winces the flashback of you two arguing on the mat coming back to mind. "I'm sorry. But that doesn’t mean it has to stay this way, Axel. You still care about her, I can see it, even if you won’t admit it. And I know she cares about you, too, even if she’s too stubborn to show it."

Sam gave him a pointed look before walking away, leaving Axel alone with his thoughts. He feels a pang in his chest as he watched Ian slide his arm over you shoulder, you had no idea what this guy was intending to do.

Axel exhaled sharply, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He had to approach this carefully. If he came at you too aggressively, you’d probably just brush him off or accuse him of being jealous.

He couldn’t risk that—not with something this important.

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You're texting back one of your siblings about dinner plans when you hear your name being called. Glancing back, you see Axel jogging up to you.

Unphased, you spare him a quick glance continuing to type back. "What? Come to critique my footwork again?" You tease him.

Axel didn't give you his playful smirk like he usually does when you two banter.

"I need to tell you something," he says, his tone unusually serious.

"What's up?" You frown giving him your undivided attention.

Axel hesitated, running a hand through his hair as if trying to figure out how to say it.

"It’s about Ian," he says lowly.

"What about him?" You stood up straight, eyebrows furrowed.

The tall boy sighed, his gaze flicking to the floor for a moment before meeting yours. "I overheard him and his friends talking about you."

You felt the heat rise to you cheeks, a million things swirling through your mind.

"Saying what?" Your throat feels tight when you speak.

Axel shifted uncomfortably, his usual confidence faltering. "He made a bet. With his friends. That he could… you know… get you into bed by the end of the month."

The words hung in the air, heavy and cutting. You could feel your heart fall to the pit of your stomach, embarrassment coming over you.

Of course the one guy that shows interest in you is from a bet, and you had to hear from someone that despises you. Great.

The worst part of this was, Axel wasn't your enemy, he was someone you actually really liked. So when you two fell off, you thought Ian would be a good distraction.

You blinked, stepping back as if he’d physically hit you. "That’s not funny, Axel."

"Y/n, I wouldn't lie to you about something like this," he said urgently. "I know we've had our differences, but I would never tell you this if I didn't know it was 100% true."

You shook your head, your chest tightening with a mix of anger and disbelief. 

"You can't expect me to just believe you, you've never liked him, hell you don't even like me most days! How do I know this isn't some diversion to mess with me?" Your words dripped with anger.

Axel took a step closer to you, his expression earnest and almost pleading.

"I feel anything but dislike you for you, trust me," he said firmly, his voice quieter now but no less intense. "This isn't a joke to me, the dude is lucky I didn't knock his lights out."

Your breath caught at his words, but the anger and humiliation still bubbled in your chest, clouding your thoughts. "Why do you even care?"

"You deserve better than that," Axel says softly. "Better than him. I care about you more than you think I do."

"Axel..." you started, but your voice faltered. You didn’t know what to say, how to process the sudden shift in his tone, in his words.

You're unsure if he's saying what you think he's saying, but too much has been said and you needed a minute to think.

"Think about it, I know I'm not the best source but it would've killed me to keep that to myself, you deserve respect," he assures you.

Respect.

He turned and walked away before you could respond, leaving you standing there, heart racing and thoughts swirling in chaos.

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You spend the rest of the evening going over the last few week in your end, cringing at the moments you should've picked up on Ian being insincere with you and your friends.

The Saturday nights you had spend with Ian at his house, he had attempted to go further than just making out on his couch. You didn't realize how frustrated he was when you pushed him away or got up to use the bathroom.

You had chosen to ignore all the warning signs, the looks of annoyance, the backhanded compliments, it all made sense to you now.

Axel was right.

The next morning you take your time getting ready, making sure you looked your best and headed to school.

When you walk into the school, you immediately spot Ian upstairs by his locker surrounded by his group of good from the baseball team.

"Y/n!" Tory and Sam greet you, the brunette beaming a smile.

"Good morning," you chirp, your gaze going back to the boys upstairs. The girls notice your eyes trailing upstairs making them frown.

"Oh, we'll let you go be with Ian," Sam feigns a small smile attempting to sounds sincere was possiblele.

"Actually wait for me," you spoke making them perk up. " This will only take a second."

Tory and Sam look over at each other sharing the same confused look before you turn to walk up the stairs.

As you approached the dark haired boy, Ian's friends nod their head at you, making your boyfriend turn to face you.

"Hey, Ian," you greet him, giving him your flashing smile.

"Hey babe," he grins walking up to you pecking your lips lightly. He slings an arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to him.

"Hi, guys!" You peek over his shoulder giving them your million-dollar smile.

"Sup," they all say back returning your upbeat energy.

"So, how was practice yesterday?" You ask innocently.

"It was great," Ian responds nonchalantly, the guys behind him nodding in agreement.

"Make any good bets lately?"

The boys stood frozen in their spots when the question leaves your mouth, a red tint coming across Ian's face. He glances at his team, all of them shaking their heads.

He looks down at you.

"W-What?" He stutters, his lips tugging up into a smile.

Ian stiffened. It was subtle, but you caught it—the way his grip on your shoulder tightened for just a second before he quickly masked it with a laugh. "What are you talking about?"

You let out a small chuckle, shaking your head as you gently shrugged his arm off you. "You know exactly what I’m talking about."

Ian glanced around, clearly realizing that some of his teammates were watching. "Look, Y/n, whatever you heard, it’s not—"

It was true.

"You didn't make a bet that you could get me in bed by the end of the month?" You raised your eyebrows. Ian's mouth falls open at a lost for words, his eyes going back and forth between you and his friends.

You laughed, rolling your eyes.

"You're an asshole, incase you haven't heard it already from the rest of the school," you scoffed. "We're done."

When you go to walk away, you see Axel standing just a few feet away from you, his expression soft.

You met his gaze for a moment, your heart pounding from the adrenaline of what just happened. Ian was already stammering behind you, trying to save face in front of his friends, but you didn’t care.

You held Axel’s stare, your breath still a little shaky. Meeting each other in the middle, he sighs giving you an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry," he says lowly.

"Not your fault he's a jackass," you shrug, avoiding his eyes.

There's a silence between you as the hallway buzzes from the people around you. You shifted on your feet, suddenly feeling the weight of everything settle in.

The adrenaline was fading, leaving behind a mix of frustration, embarrassment, and something else you couldn’t quite name.

Axel seemed to notice because, for once, he didn’t push, didn’t tease. He just stood there, watching you carefully.

"I should—" you motion behind you with your thumb.

"Yeah, right," Axel nods seeing Sam and Tory staring up at you from the first level sharing words with each other.

For a second, you wanted to say more but didn't know where to start. Your relationship with Axel was complicated, while you two bickered and fought over everything, you still felt a drawn connection to him.

And unbeknownst to you, he still held a soft for you. But with last year's disastrous competition that was supposed to bring you two closer, did the exact opposite.

You gave Axel one last glance before turning on your heel and heading toward your friends.

"You okay?" Sam asks worryingly reaching out for your hand.

"I'm good," you reassure her with a soft smile, laying your other hand on top of hers.

"What did he do? Do I need to handle him?" Tory threatens already glaring up in Ian's direction whom was still throwing a hissy fit.

"No need," you smirk at her. "I already did."

Sam and Tory nodding holding an impressed expression.

"As for what he did..." you trailed off a slight frown raising to your face. "I'll have to explain at lunch."

The girls nodded in understanding, Tory walking over to stand by your side as she hooked her arm around your shoulder to give you a reassuring squeeze.

"Well, whatever it was, he’s an idiot. And trust me, you can do way better."

Sam nodded, giving your hand another gentle squeeze. "Agreed. And just so you know, we’ve got your back, always."

You felt warmth spread through you at their support. No matter what happened, you weren’t alone.

"I know," you respond softly, someone else popping up in the back of your mind.

Axel watched from the upper level as your friends engulfed you with love and support, his heart aching in his chest for you.

He didn't know where you two stood after this encounter, but there's a lingering feeling that you two could start over and maybe—just maybe, you can give him a chance to show you how you deserve to be treated.

Kindly, and respectfully.

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Part 2 (coming soon) 😉

(a/n: I love me some frenemy chaos, I think I might make this 3 parts but not sure. Like, reblog, comment, I love everyone whose been loving comments, thank you all for the love!!)

[sleepyicon]

ok soo special training montages of robby including one with just his dad + the confirmation that robby is at risk of not being able to graduate high school and there is still a high chance of him losing this tournament... what the flip

[partiallypearl]

it's the climb

[rosie-tyler]