#robbie kay fanfiction

[redroses07]

if miguel introduced johnny to snap

[happy74827]

Real Life Fairytale

[Robby Keene x Female!Reader]

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

WC: 712

Category: Fluff, First Kiss

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

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It was a typical cliché, and as much as you hated it, there was something that still pulled at you. Something that pulled you right into the arms of none other than Robby Keene.

Your relationship had been rocky at best; it had started out with him pickpocketing your purse and the two of you becoming friends because, at the time, you believed he was simply returning what you lost.

Of course, when your friendship officially became a friendship, he told you the truth and apologized. LaRusso had offered him a job, and everything he did suddenly became about changing his life and earning his place. He wanted to prove to his father that he was more than just some punk-ass kid from the wrong side of the tracks.

So, how did that bring you to where you are now? How did a guy like Robby Keene, dressed up in Marty McFly attire, become the center of your universe?

The Halloween Bash, of course.

Originally, the entire group of friends, the past feud between Robby and Miguel, had long been forgotten, so they decided to do one big group costume. Demetri thought it would be a good idea to go with the Power Rangers, which was fine, except for the fact that Eli was the only one who actually wanted to be a Ranger. Everyone else was either not impressed or completely clueless about who they were.

In the end, the group split off into their own individual costumes, and that's how you ended up with your favorite movie being used as the basis for your outfits.

It took a lot of convincing on your part. I mean, the dude looked practically identical to the real actor; he was the obvious choice. Throw a Walkman on him, and boom, the costume is perfect.

He blamed it on the hair, which it technically was. Ever since he ditched Dora's cut with Diego, he just became that geeky kid who freaked at the word 'chicken.'

And in all honesty, you truly believed he hated that word, too. Eli said it to bait him once, and he did not go down easily.

It only took you an hour to convince him, but after a while, he relented, and the costume was finalized.

So, obviously, when the two of you walked in with swag that only the 80s could pull off, you stayed for about an hour before Robby got bored and decided ice cream was the cure.

Now, the two of you were sitting on the steps of an apartment building, eating a gallon of ice cream and talking.

You swear, you didn't mean for it to happen, but the way he looked at you with those soft, blue eyes and the smile that could make a nun blush, you found yourself leaning closer.

"I had fun," he spoke quietly, his words dancing over your lips. "Even if I do look ridiculous."

You giggled. "Well, isn't that why we have Halloween? To look ridiculous?"

He shrugged and leaned closer, his eyes searching yours.

"You don't look ridiculous, though," you continued. "I think you look pretty good in a life preserver."

He grinned. "Yeah?"

It was something about the way he said that. The way you could hear the smile in his voice, but most of all, the way he looked at you when he said it. Like he was looking for permission to continue with what was already happening.

So, you answered by leaning in, connecting your lips with his, and giving him all the permission he needed.

His hands instantly flew to your hips, tugging you closer, and you found your own hands wrapping around his neck, deepening the kiss.

It was perfect, just like the movies. You regretted dressing up as Doc Brown, though. Not only was the radiation suit itchy, but you were acting like Jennifer Parker, and you didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Still, with the white hair off and his headphones finding their home around his neck, you figured maybe you'd force him to keep that part of the costume because, the way he was looking at you, you didn't want it to end.

You were sure it wouldn't, not any time soon.

[hawksbacktattoo]

Make Up S*x | Robby x Fem!Reader

Summary: The relationship between reader and Robby begins to dwindle, during a night out something sparks between them that draws the two back together.

Warnings: smut with plot, p in v, unprotected sex, slight angst, choking, slapping, use of "good girl".

Word Count: 2.7k

Not Proof Read

Ever since Robby came back to school from juvie, your relationship has become rocky. Between the constant attention he's suddenly been getting, to the simple fact that you haven't seen him in so long. His friend group grew, whilst yours dwindled, it was hard trying to keep his attention. 

Your body slouched into the hard chair of your seat in class, elbows hitting against the wood as you placed your head in your hands. Thoughts running through your mind, him running through your mind. You missed him for sure, the lack of his presence was heavy. It had been so long since he held you, kissed you, wanted you. 

Almost like the gods were listening, the classroom door swung open and in came Robby and his little possey of friends. His eyes lingered on you briefly as he walked past, nothing behind the way he looked at you - per usual. The sound of chatter filing the room when they all took their seats, joking and poking at each other like immature children. 

You couldn't help but despise the people her hung around, they were always causing problems and frankly you just couldn't stand to be around them. This being a main factor for the distance growing between you and your lover. Everywhere he was, they were lingering close behind, never leaving time for the two of you to spend any intimate time together. 

Sighing and slouching further in your seat, you turned your focus to the professor striding into the room. His voice booming as he began the lesson of the day, switching on the projector and dimming the lights. Resting your head against your arm, eyes fluttering close as the lesson progresses. 

A tap to your shoulder shaking from the sleep you weren't even aware you were having. "The bell rang, class is over." His words were hard, annoyance behind each syllable. "Thanks..." you muttered, hand rubbing her your face as you stood from your seat, slinging your bag over your shoulder. He didn't say anything else and just walked away, hands tucked into his pockets. 

Each day repeating like the last, minimal words shared between the two of you, no contact whatsoever. It was starting to make your blood boil, what was the point of keeping the label if nothing was actually happening amongst the two? Phone chiming in your pocket, you pull it out reading the words displayed on the screen.

West Valley Seniors

Kyler: Party at my place tonight, 8pm and no later 

You chuckled at the message, Kyler being one of the only people you truly got along with well. His sarcastic yet bubbly personality drew her in, not to mention, he was the only person to stay real to you when Robby was released from juvie. Calls in the middle of the night when you just needed someone to rant to, a shoulder to lean on when things were rough between you and Robby. He was truly her favorite person, her rock. 

Thinking to herself, why not? She needed some air, and a party was the best way to distract her mind from the wondering thoughts of the boy who seemed to want nothing to do with her. 

Scavenging through her closet, looking for something suitable to wear, she stumbles upon a dress. The dress Robby bought for her to wear to the date he promised to take her on before everything that happened which put him in juvie. 

It was a tight fitted black dress, a slit along the thigh with lacey arm straps. She remembered the night it was gifted to her. He had showed up to her parents' house, fitted into a pair of dark blue jeans and a white pattered dressed shirt. He looked like heaven, paired with that pearly white smile he always used to have. Her heart fluttered when she swung the door open to see him at her doorstep. Bag in hand as he stepped inside, brushing the side of her waist as he did so. 

Their conversation was light but heartfelt, sharing a few sweet words before he presented her the dress. Planning a night out under the stars after a late dinner, she was excited to spend some one-on-one time with him. But the plans never made it past the words he spoke that night. A fight breaking out between him and Miguel Diaz that went way too far and the next thing she knew, she was paying for a phone bill to talk to him. 

The longer he was cooped up in there, the shorter their conversations became. Most nights they sat in silence on breaking it to say their goodnights and goodbyes. She loved him with all of her heart, but it was getting hard being the only one trying to keep the spark alive. 

Slipping the outfit on her freshly showered body and spritzing on her favorite perfume, she shot Kyler a quick message to let him know she was ready to be picked up. Stepping into a pair of heels as she hit send. 

The ride back to his parents' house was something for sure, but in a good way. The stereo on full blast as he butchered the lyrics to a beabadoobee song. You practically laughed the entire way, tears streaming down you face from how hard you stomach hurt from laughing. He was always a fun spirit to be around. 

Helping Kyler set up a few more things before bodies started piling into the spacious house, plugging in his phone to the speaker and clicking shuffle, the house began to rattle with background chatter. 

Robby arrived at the party with his group of friends, grin on his lips as they stride through the doors and into the crowd of intoxicated teens. He was enjoying himself, cup in hand filled to the brim with something harsh, mind fuzzy from the strength of the drink swirling in his system. It was a good night for him; until his eyes fell on to you. 

Body pressed against Kyler's side, snug in the dress that made his head spin, head falling back as you laughed at whatever he had said. It felt as if the tipsiness was ripped from his body in that moment, hands balling into fists at his sides. "Yo bro, you good?" Hawks voice intruded into his thoughts. "Mhm." He replied blandly, slamming his red solo cup on to the edge of the pool table beside him. 

You took a sip from you cup before a hand grip at your bicep, yanking you away from Kyler's side. A gasp leaving your lips when you cup hit the ground. "What the fuck!" You fumed, head snapping in your throat. The saliva catching in your throat when your eyes meet Robby's hard gaze. "Chill dude, what's your problem." Kyler stood from his seat, coming to your defense.  

"Shut the fuck up and back away from my girl." Robby glared at the male stood behind you. "Oh, now she's your girl. Where was all this energy before?" Kyler continued, words stabbing at the other male. 

"This doesn't concern you or do you want me to whoop your ass too." Robby stepped closer, stopping when you press your hand to his chest. "Ky it's okay, I'll text you tomorrow." You give him an apologetic smile before dragging Robby out of the loud house, the chilly breeze causing the hairs on your arms to stand. Once the two of you were far enough away from the house, music now a murmur in the distance, you shove your hands against his chest. 

"The hell is your problem?" You scolded, anger taking over. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or how long you've been suppressing how you felt, but your hands keep hitting against his chest, over and over. He finally stopped your abuse to his chest, hands gripping your wrist firmly. "Me? What's my problem? I don't know, maybe it's because my girlfriend is here, in the dress I bought her, on another man's arm." He argued back, a hint of hurt laced in his words. 

"Like you care." You scoffed, words panging Robby's heart. "Why do you care all of a sudden?" You voice trembles as tears prick the corners of your eyes. Robby felt terrible, he never wanted to see you cry, he didn't mean for things to get this out of hand. 

Swallowing back his egotistical pride, anger replacing with guilt. He wasn't sure what to say, so many things were running through his mind, but he never uttered a word. Eyes scanning her tear-filled expression, he breathed out heavy. "I'm sorry, you're right. I don't have the right to do what I did. And there's no excuse for the way I've been treating you lately, all I can say is sorry." His words stuttered out, grip tightening around her wrists. 

You stared at him dumbfounded, that's all he had to say? After the nights filled with tears, days of constant hurt, there's no way sorry could just fix how broken he's made you. Shaking your head and pulling away from him, a tsk falling from your lips. "You know what Robby, screw you. You don't to just come up to me and act like things between us will just wash over after everything that has happened. Fuck your lame ass sorry." Your words were like poison to him, heart becoming heavy with every hurt filled word you muttered.

Stepping closer to you, taking your hands in his he broke. "Please, let me make it up to you. I promise from today on out, it'll just be me and you." He plead, lips trembling as his eyes watered. He felt like crap. Yes, he pushed you away, but he thought it was what you would've wanted. Things were different and he was scared to admit that he messed up bad, scared of looking weak to you. But none of that mattered to him anymore, the way you looked at him with so much hate in your eyes made him wanted to break down. 

"How are you going to possibly make up for the time lost, the peng you put against my heart," Your words coming out softer than before, expression softening. It fell silent for a moment, the bustling of leaves brushing by and the wind combing through the trees filling the moment. 

Almost in a whisper, he responded, "Let me show you." The heat of his breath wafting over your lips. He was close, too close for you to think straight. You wanted to step away and tell him no but the way his chest brushed against yours as he breathed clouded your judgement. His fingers laced with your as he led you to his car, no words spoken as the door creaked opened and you stepped in, ducking your head before the door clanked shut. 

Your heart was beating as he drove through the dimly lit streets. You knew it was stupid to be accepting of him this quick, your mind fighting a hard battle with your heart. The way the streetlights gleamed over his face reminded you of why you had fallen for him in the first place. How his beautiful green eyes lit up every time he saw you, how his arms felt around you when he hugged you so tight, he respectful he was. 

You could go on and on, but you shouldn't, you haven't seen that side of him for a while, yet there you sat. Thighs pressed around your hands, eyes admiring his side profile as he drove you two, to his apartment. You figured out the destination after he took the all too familiar turn down the road to the complex. 

Your heels clacked against the cement as you followed closely behind him, lips pressing together in straight line as you rocked on your feet waiting for him to unlock the door. Everything changed the moment he locked the door behind him. His gazed darkened, jaw clenching as he glared down at you small frame. 

You squeal as your feet left the ground, body slumping over his shoulder as he made his way to his bedroom, steps heavy beneath his. Your body bounced against the bed; dress pulled from your body in one swift movement. "I'm going to fuck my apology into you until you taste it." He sounded so damn sexy, the slight rasp behind each word. 

His clothes piling atop of your now crinkled dress on his bedroom floor, now the only thing lingering way his boxers the clung tightly around his print. Pulling your body closer to the edge of the bed, he dropped to his knees with a thud. Nose brushing against your cl!t through your thong. Pressing a long kiss to your quivering bundle of nerves he let out a sigh filled with desire, his eyes closing as his hands slid over your fleshy thighs. "I've missed you so much." He groaned, fingers hooking around the thin fabric at the hilt of your hips before pulling it away from your heat. 

The growl he let out made you shiver; you couldn't help but give in to his touch. You missed him so much and no matter how mad you were, the love and yearning you had for him easily drowned it out. A longing sigh whispered past your lips when his tongue brushed over your cvnt. The thick muscle flicked over you cl!t and you moaned, hands coming up to cover your mouth. A smile crept up his lips at the sound. 

Twirling his tongue over the sensitive bud had your legs shaking, he had always been good at giving head, but it felt like your senses were through the roof. Every brush of his tongue, every lick, suck, kiss he placed to your heat had you moaning pathetically. Just as your climax stirred in your stomach, he pulled away, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "Not yet, my love." 

Shedding of his last piece of clothing and crawling on to the bed, he stood on his knees and pulled you up into his chest. Lips whispering over yours as he spoke, "I love you so much." She could feel the adoration in his words, his pupils dilating when his eyes met hers. 

The soft moment didn't last long though, his eyes filling with lust and want. His hands were rough on her skin, gripping and groping at her breast, fingers squeezing around her throat. You weren't bothered by the lack of oxygen though; you liked it when he man handled you. Pressing your body back in the mattress, you gasp deeply as he slips into you. You almost forgot how good he felt, how girthy he was. 

"You belong to me." He hissed, the grip on your throat tightening momentarily before he releases all together. "All yours." You moaned; mouth gaped open as his hips fucked into you so deliciously. Slipping a finger past you gasping lips, his gaze lowering as he watched you suck on the salty flesh. "That's right, good girl." He praised, tapping his hand against your cheek. 

Pushing one of your knees to your chest, he adjusted himself before beginning to pound into you mercilessly. Cries of pleasure and pain erupting from your throat and spewing from your swollen lips. His sweat dripping on to your chest as he grunted, lips parting as he panted. Thrusts slowly as they become sloppy, the sudden change of speed ripping your orgasm out of you as he brushed against your g spot. 

His climax following shortly behind, body falling limp beside you as he heaved. Hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Your gaze falls on him and your heart flutters. He looked like sin, puffy lips, sweaty and the way his breath shook every time he exhaled had your face heating up.

Gulping down a breath, he finally turns to face you, resting his head on his perched elbow. "I'm really sorry about lately, how about we skip class tomorrow and just spend the day together so we can talk things over?" His hand brushed over your cheek; eyes locked on yours. "That sounds wonderful." You gleamed, butterflies churning in your stomach. 

[brookediamonds]

stuck on you | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: This is apart of my sunshine!Axel x Grumpy!Reader trope. Your friends have recognized your behaviors with your boyfriend are similar to a famous pair of eagles that are best known as Jackie & Shadow.

Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: none, fluff!!

gif is not mine

Lunch at school is always chaotic, but today, Sam is unusually quiet, eyes glued to her phone.

You don’t think much of it as Miguel and Robby are wrapped up in some debate over street tacos, Tory is swiping fries off Robby’s tray, and Axel…

Well, Axel is all over you, as usual.

You sit stiffly, munching away at your chips, while he lounges against you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

One arm drapes lazily around your shoulders, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the ends of your hair.

Every so often, he leans in, nuzzling into your temple, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, just generally being Axel.

And as usual, you don’t fight it. You just side-eye him with the kind of exasperation only built through experience, letting out a slow sigh like you’ve long since given up on stopping him.

Across the table, Sam suddenly snorts. "Oh my god."

"What?" Miguel questions her, leaning in.

She doesn’t answer right away, just turns her phone so the rest of you can see. The Big Bear Bald Eagle Live Nest Cam is playing, and on the screen, Jackie and Shadow sit in their nest.

Right as the camera focuses, Shadow swoops in with a giant stick, fumbling with it, only to knock straight into Jackie.

She doesn’t react beyond narrowing her eyes, looking utterly unimpressed as she endures his antics. You can't help but snort when she begins to holler at him.

Miguel takes one look at the screen. Then at you. Then at Axel, practically wrapped around you like a human blanket.

A slow grin spreads across his face.

"If Jackie and Shadow were people, it would totally be Y/n and Axel," Miguel snickers.

Your friends burst out laughing, nodding in agreement and Robby adding in, "I can totally see it."

You inhale deeply, exhaling in pure, exhausted defeat. Because the worst part? They’re absolutely right.

Axel grins, poking at your side. "Does this mean I can start building a nest around you?"

Laughter erupts around the table, Tory actually doubling over. You roll your eyes, shoving his arm off your shoulder, but he just leans right back in like it never happened.

"Don't get any ideas," you threaten him, continuing to pop another chip in your mouth.

Miguel wipes a fake tear from his eye. "Oh man, that’s too good."

Lunch continues as normal with Sam propping her phone up for everyone to bird watch with her, all while Axel persists to be all over you, with you tolerating it like you have been this past year.

And you wouldn't have it any other way. But Axel, being Axel, doesn’t let the joke die.

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Later, at practice, you’re stretching when you notice something out of the corner of your eye. A small pile of sticks, placed suspiciously close to your feet.

You frown, looking up. Axel, standing a few feet away, meets your gaze with an infuriatingly innocent expression.

You glance down. Another stick has been added.

"Babe."

"Yes, my love?"

You stare at him. He stares back. Then, very deliberately, he places another stick by your foot.

"You’re not building a nest around me," you say pointedly. Tory and Sam being to snicker at your boyfriend’s insistence.

"I think I am," Axel says, his blue-green eyes sparkling with mischief. 

He drops to a crouch beside you, arranging the sticks in a loose circle. "It's a very nice nest. Very sturdy. Top-quality twigs."

You roll your eyes so hard you're surprised they don't get stuck. "Sensei is going to kill you."

"Worth it," he declares, adding another stick with exaggerated care. "Shadow would be proud."

Sam snaps a picture on her phone. "This is going on Instagram."

"Tag me," Axel says without looking up from his masterpiece.

You reach for your water bottle, purposely ignoring him. "We are not eagles."

"We could be," he insists, pushing another stick toward your feet. "Look how well I provide for you."

"What's happening over there?” Sensei Lawrence voice booms from across the yard. "Are we training or building a campfire?"

Axel jumps to his feet, not even slightly embarrassed. 

"Just preparing a home for my mate, sensei!" he calls back cheerfully.

Your face burns as everyone turns to look. Miguel and Robby are practically holding each other up, they're laughing so hard.

"Your mate needs to work on her roundhouse kicks, not real estate," Sensei Lawrence barks, but you can see the corner of his mouth twitching. "Clean that crap up and give me twenty push-ups, on your knuckles, both of you!"

"Both of us?" you sputter. "I didn't do anything!"

"You encouraged him by existing," Johnny retorts. "Twenty push-ups."

Axel is already dropping to the ground, grinning like this is the best thing that's happened all day. You groan but join him in the grass. 

"I'm going to kill you later," you mutter, starting your push-ups.

"No, you won't," he replies cheerfully. "You love me too much."

The worst part is he's right, but you'd rather eat your words.

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Later That week...

Your parents are out for their date night, leaving you and Axel alone with a stack of movies, a bowl of popcorn, and the comfortable quiet of the empty house.

You're nestled into the corner of the couch, wrapped in your favorite fuzzy blanket, with Axel curled around you like a human radiator. 

His body is warm against yours, one arm wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on top of your head. The TV flickers with an action movie you both agreed on. 

You're only half-watching as you listen to Axel's heartbeat, his fingers drawing absent patterns on your arm.

"Want more popcorn?" he murmurs, his breath warm against your hair.

You shake your head, burrowing deeper into his side. "Too comfortable to move."

He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours. 

Outside, rain has started to patter against the windows, creating a cozy backdrop to your evening. 

"You know," Axel says suddenly, his voice soft but playful, "I've been thinking about those eagles."

You groan, tilting your head back to look at him.

"Are you still on that? It's been a week."

"No, but really," he insists, shifting so he can see your face better. His eyes catch the light from the TV. "They mate for life, you know."

"I'm aware," you say dryly. "Sam has been sending me eagle facts every day since lunch."

The rain picks up outside, drumming against the roof in a soothing rhythm. Axel's fingers find yours under the blanket, intertwining with practiced ease. 

His skin is warm against yours, calloused from karate but gentle as he traces your knuckles.

"I like that about them," he continues, his voice taking on that dreamy quality it gets when he's thinking deeply about something. "They build this home together, year after year. Same place. Same partner."

You smile despite yourself.

For all his childish antics, there's something endearing about the way Axel latches onto ideas, turning them over in his mind like precious stones until he finds the facet that shines the brightest.

"Jackie probably rolls her eyes at Shadow just as much as I do with you," you point out, reaching for your soda on the coffee table.

"Probably," he agrees, helping you sit up without unwrapping his arm from around you. "But she still comes back to him every season."

You take a sip of your soda, watching the rain trace silver patterns down the window. 

Axel shifts beside you, looking down at you with a completely serious expression.

"Would you still love me if we were eagles, babe?"

You nearly choke on your soda, coughing as you set the cup down.

"Would I still love you if we were eagles?" You repeat back to him.

"Yeah," he says, completely earnest, his eyes completely locked on yours. "Would you pick me every season?"

There's something in his voice that makes you pause. Beneath the ridiculous question is a vulnerability that catches you off guard.

You study his face, the way his lips quirk up at one side when he's trying not to seem too serious.

"I don't know," you tease, pretending to consider it carefully. "Do eagle boyfriends steal the last slice of pizza and blame it on Casper the ghost?"

He clutches his chest dramatically. "One time! That happened one time!"

"And do eagle boyfriends put their freezing cold feet on their girlfriends when they're trying to sleep?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"My feet are not that cold," Axel protests, immediately pressing his socked foot against your calf to prove his point.

You yelp and swat at him. He laughs, the sound warm and familiar, before pulling you closer. 

"You didn't answer my question," he reminds you, his accent thickening slightly the way it does when he's being sincere.

You look up at him, at his stupidly handsome face and those ocean-colored eyes that somehow always manage to look at you like you're the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.

"Yes," you say finally, your voice softer than you intended. "I would pick you every season, even if you built the messiest nest in all of Big Bear.”

Axel's entire face lights up, and he presses his forehead against yours. "I knew it."

"Don't let it go to your head," you warn, but you're smiling too.

He kisses you softly, his lips warm against yours. When he pulls back, there's that look in his eyes, the one that makes your heart do stupid things in your chest.

"For the record," he says softly, "I would pick you every season too. Even if you were the grumpiest eagle on the mountain."

"I would be the grumpiest eagle," you agree. "Especially with you bringing me sticks all day."

Axel laughs, pulling you back against his chest as he settles deeper into the couch. 

"I'd bring you the best sticks. The premium sticks. Five-star eagle nest material,” he declares. 

"Of course you would," you say, unable to keep the fondness from your voice.

The movie plays on, forgotten in the background as Axel's fingers resume their gentle exploration of your arm. 

The rain continues its steady rhythm against the windows, creating a cocoon of sound around you both.

It's moments like these, quiet, unplanned, that make all his ridiculous antics worth it.

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(a/n: i had to write this one, it was too cute not to. working on the diaz!reader next, i already have my outline and ending can't wait to get it out! don't forget to like, comment, or reblog! much love 🤍)

[wassupguysss]

literally me when when I'm reading a x reader fic but the reader already has a name(THAT IS NOT MY NAME)

Like,it's not a x reader fic anymore

(Edit:Y'ALL CAN STOP LIKING NOW~23rd February 2025~)

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

One Last Spar

Pairing: Robby Keene x Fem!Reader

Word count: 864

Summary: After a long day of practice you're ready to go home before you get in trouble for being out too late, though Robby has other ideas as he tries to pull you in for one last spar.

Bingo: @eclipsingbingo with the square 'Make Me'

*Gif does not belong to me

"Are you leaving?" Robby wondered as he saw you walking around the dojo, picking your stuff up off the floor and stuffing it into your bag. You and him were the last two in the dojo apart from his dad who was in his office trying to get some paperwork done which he normally discarded.

"Hm?" You hummed before the question registered, looking up to see your boyfriend sitting on the floor and stretching out his legs. Only recently had you started taking lessons with Robby, taking a bit of convincing before you finally relented and started training with him. Now, the two of you could always be found sparring together if you were both at the dojo, normally just messing around when you were together. "Yeah, it's starting to get late and I don't want my mum to get worried."

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind waiting a little bit longer," Robby mused as he jumped to his feet, going after you. Waiting to see what he was going to do, you allow Robby to worm your bag out of your hands, the luggage being discarded off to the side before Robby was stood before you, a soft smile on his face. "We have time for one more round."

"I don't know Robby," You muttered, unsure if this was the best idea. Knowing your mum, she would be spamming your phone soon with hundreds of messages and calls if you didn't say something soon. As you stared at Robby standing across from you, you felt your resolve slowly start to break away, though you didn't let him know that just yet. "It's going to take me a while to get home, I shouldn't waste any more time here."

"I'll drive you home," Robby quickly interjected, his mind set on the idea of one last spar.

"You don't have a licence," You point out with a deadpan, knowing where this was heading. Going to get your bag, you begin walking off the mat and towards your belongings.

"They don't have to know that," Robby said, quickly shuffling in your way to cut you off from grabbing your stuff. Instead, he scooped your hands up in his, a glowing smile on his face as he looked down on you. "Come on, this will be the last one."

"You said that last time," You said with a soft giggle and a shake of your hand, trying to move past Robby only for him to block you off again, not allowing you to get past. Your brows pinched together as you tried again to step past only for Robby to slide in your way. "Robby that's enough. I need to go so get out of my way."

"Make me," The words fell from Robby's lips, a fire in his eyes as he challenged you. Your lips thin together, eyes narrowing at Robby and for a few moments, he thought he might have pissed you off until both of your hands snap out of his, one launching up to try and hit him in the face. The actions were blocked but only by a hair, your fist inches away from his cheek. "Woah," Robby could only whisper before your other fist came hurtling towards him.

As he threw up a hand to try and block it, your attack fell short, never meeting its target as you switched strategies, instead sending your leg shooting out towards his. Colliding with his knee, knocking it back, Robby's weight buckles under him. You didn't let him fall to the ground though as you grabbed onto one of his flailing arms, yanking it towards your chest and then pivoting, shoving him to the ground away from your bag.

He didn't go down without a fight though, gripping onto your wrist as he tugged you down with him. Scrambling to find purchase, your hands land on his chest once his back hits the floor. Pushing yourself up, you try to pin his wrists down, keeping the rest of your body weight sat on his hips to try and limit his movements.

Your hands weren't quick enough though as they grabbed onto yours, easily overpowering your movement as you were flipped onto your back. A small huff forced its way out of your lips as you stared up at him, watching as his hair framed his face and he copied your earlier position, keeping you down.

"I win," Robby grinned, about to duck down and kiss you through your joint panting messes, though you didn't give him the chance, bucking your hips up and sending him launching over your head. Not expecting the movement, a startled yelp escapes his mouth as your positions once again switch.

"No," You correct, a smile of your own making its way onto your face. Robby didn't even look mad as he lay beneath you, grinning up at you with a fresh sheen of sweat coating his skin. "I win," You say before ducking down and connecting your lips.

"Hey," A voice bellowed through the dojo, making you and Robby shoot apart and turn to face the owner of it. "What have I said about making out in the dojo?"

"Dad!"

[cheoridoll]

distraction —

pairing: robby keene x reader

warning: none, just something cute

words counted: 1.582

includes: just Robby like a puppy after his love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, but stop making that weird face."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Take me to the infirmary straight away."

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

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

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

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

"What did I do, Robby"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Needy. For you." - they laughed.

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

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

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

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

[shortnspidey]

DADDY ISSUES

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

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

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

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

➩ SEASON ONE

➩ SEASON TWO

➩ SEASON THREE

[neverland93]

“There you go.” As you get on top slowly going in and out moaning softly as you take all of him.

“Peter.” Was all you could get out.

He put his hands on your hips, not forcing you down but guiding you, knowing your tight pussy could barely take his big dick.

“Look at you go.” He says as you start to go up and down a bit more faster , cumming on his dick not even phase that you did in minutes.

Peter noticing “You came? Such a good girl.” He said with his hands around your neck as your eyes rolled back.

You start to bounce up and down a little faster

“Look at you oh fuck, you’re so fucking good.” He said knitting his eyesbrows.

Cumming everywhere, and anywhere.

[beah388love]

Your sick

18+ Minors DNI!!!

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Miguel: when you was sick Miguel would act like you couldn't do anything and you was as fragile as a flower so you basically wasn't allowed to get out of your bed unless you needed the toilet. He would get his mum to make you some soup and he would watch your favourite movies with you.

Eli/hawk: He would be super soft with you and buy you all your favourite things at the store which made you super happy , when you was sick he would hold your hair back for you.

Demetri:When you told Demetri you was sick he would absolutely not go near you and he was really sorry because he wanted to take care of you but he didn't wanna get sick and when you threw up he would gag and run away but he would make up for it after by giving you all his attention and affection.

Robby: He would have to force you to take your medicine and hold you down because you absolutely hated it (it's disgusting) ,when you fell asleep he would put on something he liked and would braid your hair for you.

Young Daniel Larusso:He wouldn't stop cuddling you no matter how many times you told him he'd get sick ,would get mr miyagi to make you some soup and would read to you until you fell asleep then he would eventually fall asleep to.

Young Johnny Lawrence: He would cancel all his plans and keep asking if you was okay and when you threw up he would hold back your hair but would be fake gagging to , when you fell asleep he would play with your hair and go to the store to buy your f/choc and f/snac which made you super happy and he felt super proud of himself.

[itsnesss]

hii!! if possible would you be able to do a miguel & robby x fem!reader? preferably after they’re brothers. maybe it could be set after the end of cobra kai, as if miguel and sam broke up cause she wants to stay in okinawa and tory and robby broke up when she signed a contract to tour the world and he didn’t get one? idk youre the writer ☺️

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 | robby keene & miguel diaz × fem!reader

summary | you're caught between miguel and robby, both important to you. after an honest conversation, you express your feelings for both, but don’t want to lose your friendship with either

warnings | love triangle, emotional tension, confusion, kissing, jealousy, intimate moments

word count | 2.5 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

Life seemed quieter than you had imagined. Everything had changed after the Sekai Taikai, and somehow, the chaos of the rivalry between Miguel and Robby had transformed into something closer to brotherhood. Now, it was rare to see them without being near each other, as if fate had somehow brought them together. But, even though their "brotherly" relationship had been established, there was something else in the air… something that made you feel uncomfortable.

Miguel and you had always been close, but in the past few months, the furtive glances and small gestures had begun to change, and somehow, you felt more connected to him than ever. On the other hand, Robby… after everything that had happened with Tory, his confusion about his future seemed to have made him more reflective, more vulnerable. And that made you want to get closer to him. But how could you tell them that? That you liked both of them.

It all started one afternoon when you had stayed at Johnny and Carmen’s house after practice. Johnny was busy, and Carmen was at work, so Miguel and Robby had stayed with you in the living room. They had started one of their typical arguments about soccer, and although at first you felt like just an observer, little by little you were included in the conversation, which made you happy, even though the tone of the talk felt a little… awkward.

“Admit it, Mexico’s soccer team is better than Argentina’s,” Miguel said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the couch.

Robby, sitting beside you, shook his head. “No, I disagree. Argentina’s team has more history and better players.”

You laughed, watching how they argued as if it were the most important match in the world. You had met these two guys at their worst, during their fighting and rivalry, but now you saw them as brothers, even though things weren’t that simple.

The tension was palpable. Although they had reconciled, something was changing. You, who had always been close to both of them, had noticed those small gestures, those glances filled with something more. And the worst part was that you didn’t know how to handle it. Both of them were important to you, but they were also two guys who now shared something much deeper than simple friendship.

“What do you think?” Miguel suddenly asked, looking at you.

You felt trapped. Why did they always look at you when the conversation was uncomfortable?

“I don’t know…” you said, distracted. “I’m not very good with soccer discussions.”

“You always have an opinion,” Robby commented, his tone playful but with a touch of curiosity.

You decided to change the subject. “How was today’s practice? I think you guys beat me in speed.”

“You’ve gotten faster, that’s true,” Miguel said with a smile, his eyes lighting up as they always did when he complimented you.

Robby, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow, watching how you moved. “You’re right, she’s improving. You’re almost at my level.”

At that moment, an awkward silence filled the air. Both guys looked at you with that strange mix of competition and something more that you couldn’t identify. As if they were competing for something you couldn’t see, but somehow, it was far more important than just the training.

You felt nervous, as if it were a dangerous game. You leaned back against the couch, searching for a way to change the subject. But before you could say anything, Miguel leaned in a little closer, as if the previous conversation hadn’t ended.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but why do you never talk about your feelings?” Miguel asked directly, as if there were no filter between you.

Robby, sitting next to you, also looked at you, but not with the same intensity. It was as if both were waiting for an answer. And you, as always, felt trapped between them.

“Because… there’s not much to say,” you said, trying to smile to ease the tension.

But neither of them were satisfied with that answer. Miguel leaned in a bit more toward you, his face serious. “You know you can talk to us, right?” His voice became soft, almost worried.

Robby, without saying much, also leaned toward you, his gaze fixed on your eyes. “Whatever’s bothering you, you can tell us.”

And there it was. In that moment, you realized what had been happening between the three of you. It wasn’t just friendship. No, that was already clear. But how could you tell them that you liked both of them? That the thought of choosing between them made you feel like you were betraying someone.

You realized that you couldn’t lie anymore, even though you were scared of what they might say. “I like both of you.” You blurted it out so quickly that you could barely believe it.

There was a brief moment of silence. Neither Miguel nor Robby said anything, but the atmosphere shifted. You could feel it. As if all three of you were breathing in sync, waiting for the other’s response.

Finally, Miguel smiled, his face relaxing instantly. “Don’t take it the wrong way. It’s just that, somehow, we knew.”

Robby, who had been deep in thought, looked at Miguel and then back at you. “It’s weird, right? Being here after everything that’s happened… after everything we’ve been through together. But we get it. It’s not easy.”

You felt relieved that they didn’t judge you. However, that didn’t mean the situation wasn’t complicated.

“I’m not asking you to choose between each other, but I don’t know what to do,” you admitted, feeling pressure in your chest.

Miguel, always the more direct one, moved a little closer, gently touching your arm. “The only thing we ask is that you’re honest with us. We’re not in the same place we were a while ago. We’ve all changed, right?”

Robby nodded slowly. “What’s important is that we’re not fighting over anything… or at least not in the way we used to.”

That made you think. Maybe it was time to let go of the insecurities, to be honest with them and with yourself.

“I want to make this clear. I’m not trying to hurt either of you. I don’t want this to change what we have,” you said sincerely.

Miguel nodded with a warmer smile. “We’re not going to let that happen.”

Robby, though more reserved, gave you a slight smile. “Yeah, we know.”

The rest of the evening passed with laughter and light conversation, but there was something different in the air. The relationship between the three of you had changed, somehow.

At first, they tried to carry on with their usual routines, talking about simple things, as if nothing had changed. But it was clear that all three of you were more aware of what was happening. That night, after a while, Robby was the first to leave the room, maybe to try to process what had just happened. Miguel and you stayed behind, sitting on the couch, with the silence between you two. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was something more there, something unsaid, that pulsed in the air.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Miguel suddenly asked, looking down at the floor before lifting his gaze to meet yours.

You stood in silence for a moment, feeling the growing tension inside you. "I'm sorry, Miguel. I didn’t mean for everything to be so… awkward."

He shook his head. "It’s not awkward. It’s just that I never thought things could be like this. I mean… I never imagined things would change between us, but now it feels like everything has taken a different turn."

A part of you wanted to understand what he was saying, but another part felt a tangle of confusion. What direction was this? What was really happening? What did it mean to be caught between two guys who meant so much to you? You didn’t want this to ruin the relationship you had with both of them.

"I just want to be honest, you know? I don’t want either of you to think I’m playing with you. It’s complicated, and I don’t know how to handle it, but I don’t want to lose what we have. I don’t want to lose my friendship with you both."

Miguel looked at you with an intensity that made you nervous but also somehow comforted. "We understand. We’re not here to pressure you. We just want you to be happy, no matter what happens."

Those words, so simple yet so profound, made you feel calmer. But at the same time, something inside you told you this wouldn’t be the last awkward moment. You were about to venture into unknown territory, a place where the lines between friendship and love could become blurry.

Somehow, the fact that you weren’t alone in this, that Miguel was feeling the same, gave you a sense of comfort. But at the same time, it scared you what that meant for the future.

Robby seemed more calm than you expected, but he wasn’t the kind of guy who hid his emotions so easily. His gaze was a little softer, as if he was waiting for you to guide him through what was on his mind.

"What if this doesn’t work?" Robby asked quietly, looking at the stars through the window. "What if this ruins what we’ve built as brothers? The last thing I want is for things between us to become awkward. We’ve been through so much already, and now… should we risk everything?"

Your heart raced. Robby’s words made you reflect on what it really meant to be between the two of them. It was a dilemma, but you knew you couldn’t stay silent any longer.

"I don’t want anything to change between us," you told him sincerely, stepping in front of him. "I want what we have. But I also want to be honest, I can’t deny what I feel. It’s not just for Miguel or for you, but for both of you."

Robby stayed silent for a moment. You knew he was processing what you just said. The same confusion you felt, he was feeling too. The idea of being with both of them, of sharing something so deep, was a heavy burden to bear. But at the same time, you wondered if what you felt was really as wrong as you perceived it.

Finally, Robby sighed and looked at you. "I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want this to tear us apart. But how do we know we can handle this? The truth is, we don’t have all the answers."

That was true. No one had clear answers, but what you did know was that you wanted to try. You didn’t know if it would be easy, you didn’t know if the outcome would be what you expected, but you could feel that, at least, you could take the risk for what you felt.

"I don’t want you to feel pressured, but…" Miguel said quietly, as he moved closer. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, it felt like the world stopped around you two. There was something in his gaze that told you that, despite everything that had happened, everything that was to come, he was there for you.

Your heart raced, but you didn’t know if it was from nervousness or something deeper. Without thinking, you took a step toward him, and in an almost instinctive act, your hands rested on his chest. The contact, though innocent, sparked something in the air, a sensation that intensified with every second that passed. Miguel didn’t say anything, but the intensity in his eyes said everything.

"Miguel…" you murmured, looking for the right words, but he interrupted you softly.

"You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to," he replied, moving closer. The softness in his tone made you feel safe, but also the growing desire for something more. Something you had been avoiding, but now, with him so close, you couldn’t ignore it.

Then, without warning, his hands took yours, and in a gentle motion, he slid them toward his neck. As you did, your fingers met his warm skin, and a shiver ran down your body. The moment was strange, but the tension between you two was so strong you couldn’t help it.

Miguel, just like you, seemed to be fighting against what he was feeling, but when his lips finally met yours, it was like everything clicked. It wasn’t a rushed kiss, but a slow one, full of unasked questions, shared insecurities. The brushing of his lips made you feel vulnerable, but at the same time, filled you with a comforting sensation.

When you parted, you both looked at each other, and in your eyes, there was a mix of desire and fear, as if the simple act of sharing that moment could change everything. But there was no turning back.

"I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I don’t want to lose what we have," Miguel whispered, almost as if he was speaking more to himself than to you.

Before you could respond, the sound of footsteps interrupted the moment. Robby had returned to the living room, and although his face didn’t show much emotion, you knew he had been watching in silence, processing what had just happened. Something in his gaze told you he was also dealing with what had occurred, but he wouldn’t admit it easily.

Miguel took a step back, as if realizing he didn’t want Robby to feel excluded. You did the same, but the discomfort in the air became thicker. You knew there was no going back. The dynamic between the three of you had already changed, and although you were all still friends, there was something more, something that had been awakened.

"I don’t want this to make things awkward," Robby said, breaking the silence with his serious tone, but somehow understanding. "I know things between us aren’t easy, but we’ve always been a team, right?

You both nodded, although the air was still heavy. However, somehow, there was a tacit understanding between the three of you. No one was pressuring anyone, but emotions were already in the air.

Robby slowly approached you, and with a trembling but determined hand, he stroked your cheek. It was a gentle gesture, tender, almost as if he was seeking your permission without saying a word. His touch was comforting, although his gaze showed a mix of uncertainty and desire. Something in his gesture made you feel safe, as if he too was willing to navigate through this uncertain sea.

Finally, he leaned in, and although his kiss was as soft as Miguel’s, there was a difference. It was calmer, more full of tenderness, as if he wanted to protect something that both of you knew couldn’t be had without some degree of sacrifice. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but left you with a strange sensation, as if you were caught between two worlds.

When you separated, Robby kept his hand on your face, caressing your skin, and in his gaze, there was a softness you hadn’t seen before. Miguel silently watched from a corner, with an expression showing a mix of jealousy and understanding.

[redroses07]

Dating Miguel Diaz ♡

[mccaufe08]

If I had a nickel for every time I fixate on a character who is Korean, male, and has a very distinct haircut…

I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

[hawksbacktattoo]

Tag Team | Robby & Miguel x Fem!Reader

Summary: reader gets dragged to a party which ends with a night of excitement

Warnings: p in v, oral (m!receiving), chøking, slāpping, dirty talk, slvt shaming, threesome, smut with plot

Word count: 1.7k

Not proof read

The West Valley High students were having their annual senior graduation party to wrap up the year. This year's party being hosted by Yasmine and Moon made it all she more exciting.

Everyone couldn't stop talking about it all day, anticipation filled the halls at the day went on. Yn was just ready to set back and relax but Tory and Sam decided to drag the poor girl along with them. She tried her hardest to fight the offer but the two were very persistent.

Sitting on the edge of a cafeteria, ear buds in on full blast, yn waited for Sam and Tory so they could leave together. Seeing the girls walk into the crowded lunch room, she hopped down pulling the music from her ears. "Don't make me regret this." She huffed, earning cheeky grins in return.

Sat on Sam's bed in boredom, she watched as the two girls came in and out of the closet in various different outfits. "Oh come on yn, you can't be dreading it that much." Sam stopped her mini fashion show to scold the girl. "I very much am." Yn smiled at her sarcasticly, only to me pulled up from the bed and pushed into the closet alongside the other two.

"Not a chance in hell I'm wearing this." Yn detested, face scrunched in disbelief as she looked at herself in the mirror. They had her wearing a black sparkly mini skirt with a matching corset top. "Without these." Tory held up a pair of silver heels to yns dismay.

The two girls had to practically shove yn in the car as they left. Yn sat in the back seat with a scowl on her face, this was way out of the norm for her.

As the three girls walked up to the beach house, they could hear the loud music blasting from inside. The sound of their heels clacking against the concrete muffled by the music. When they walked in the smell of alcohol and green wafted over them. "Well you two have fun I'm gonna go find Axel." Sam gave them a playful wink before disappearing into the crowd.

Not surprised, he had her wrapped around his finger. The two girls found their way to the liquor table, taking to glasses for themselves before moving back into the crowd.

Miguel sat man spread on the sofa next to his friends, red solo cups at hand as they conversed. His eyes scanning the group of dancing teens until they landed on you. Tongue prodding at the inside of his cheek a smirk crept up on his lips.

It didn't take Robby long to catch a glimpse of her either, brow arching while he watched the girl dance with her friend. The two boys set out their goal, yn being the goal of the night.

Stepping away from Tory to fill up her cup, she hummed to the music playing. Hips swaying as she poured the liquid into her cup. She had to give it to them, she's kind of enjoying herself. Smile washing over her face, she turns to make her way back to Tory only to find said girl long gone.

Chuckling to herself, yn found a sofa and plopped down. The alcohol finally catching up to her. Sofa dipping on both sides of her, she looks up from the liquid in her cup. 'Miguel Diaz and Robby Keene are sitting next to me.' She thought to herself, piercing her lips together to keep her cool.

"Where'd your friend run off to?" They finally spoke, a lot closer than she anticipated. Robby's arm draped over the sofa behind her. Miguel's knee brushing up against hers. "I'm not sure." She spoke, looking down at where her and Miguel touched. "We can keep you company if you want." Robby chimed in, fingers brushing the back of yns exposed neck. Goosebumps spreading over her body.

"Yeah that's fine." Her words coming out quicker than she wanted, taking another swig from her cup. Miguel stood and held a hand out for her to take which she gladly did.

Leading her into the crowd with Robby close behind, he spun her around and brought her closer to his body. Fingers intertwined with hers and Robby's hands on her waist. So much happened in a short amount of time but she wasn't opposed to any of it.

Robby's head rested on her shoulder as the three of them swayed to the music. She couldn't help smiling, the attention had her weak in the knees.

The music turned sensual, softer beats falling from the speakers. Yn could feel Robby push himself up against her, the feeling of his breath brushing over her neck causing her to shiver. Miguel lowered her hands to his chest, gaze never faltering as he swayed.

Yn rolled her head back onto Robby's shoulder, hips rolling as the song deepened. She could tell she was tipsy now, vision half blurry. Miguel lent down to her other ear and whispered, "Let's go somewhere more private." With that, Robby pulled her back hand intertwining with one of her hands as the three of them left the crowded room.

Making their way through the house, the music became more faint the further they got. Finding an empty room, Miguel pushed the door open allowing the other two to move in before closing and locking tbe door behind him.

Robby's hands found their way back to her hips, pressing himself up against her. Miguel's lips pressed to hers in a way that had her legs quivering. Feeling Robby's lips on her neck and Miguel's lips on hers sent yn spiraling. She felt so vulnerable under their touch.

Miguel pulled away from this kiss, biting down on her bottom lip before stepping back. "You think you can take us both?" Robby spoke into her ear, hands caressing her sides as he unthreaded the laces of her corset top.

Her words were caught in her throat, Miguel's gaze making it heart for her to form words. "He asked you a question, I suggest you answer." Miguel's voice was rough, pulling his belt from his pants.

Robby's hands snaked around her, hand gripping at her throat to make her look back at him. "Words darling." Shivering and finally spoke back. "Y..yes I can." She stuttered out, feeling her top fall from her body when Robby pulled the last string out.

Their hungry eyes making her tremble, legs squeezing together. The cold air of the room running over her bare chest making her nipples perk. Hand moving from her throat, Robby took a step back just as Miguel walked up to yn. Pushing her down to her knees between the two.

Miguel's fingers caressed the side of her face, Robby's running through her hair before gripping the locs to make yn look up at Miguel. "Look at you, so weak. Ready to take two cvcks." The two were polar opposites. Robby was gentle when he held her, Miguel was rough, they were a good mix.

"She looks so pretty, doesn't she?" Robby asked, yn could head the need in voice. Miguel nodded in agreement. The faint music in the background made the moment feel like a blissful dream the yn.

Slapping her cheek, Miguel growled as he shoved his thumb past her lips. The skin tasting like the liquor he drinking prior to this. Yn whimpered around his finger. "I don't think I can wait anymore." Robby's voice boomed.

Yns eyes left Miguel's when she heard the thump of Robby's clothes hitting the floor. A mew spewed from her lips at the sight of him. A body any girl would kill to be underneath.

Taking a seat in the arm chair next to the mattress, Robby man spreads hips lifting momentarily. "Crawl to me kitty." Turning to her hands and knees, she makes her way to him. "Good girl." He growled, gripping the base of his cvck.

"Open up." He demanded, tapping his tip against her lips. Parting her lips, yn wrapped her mouth around his length, hands holding to his thighs while he bobbed her head up and down his cvck.

Yn felt Miguel brush against her back, ripping her skirt down before he suddenly slammed his cvck into her. She pulled off of Robby with a strangled moan. "ah fvck migu-" Her cry of pleasure beinf cut off by Robby shocinf himself back into her mouth, fingers tugging at her hair again.

Between Miguel wrecking her pvssy and Robby abvsing her throat, yn was growing weak, legs buckling beneath her.

Miguel gripped her waist, pulling her back to her knees. His thrust became frantic, groans erupting from his throat. Robby placed his free hand behind his head as he threw his hand back with an exasperated moan.

Saliva dripping down her chin, tears beading at the corners of her eyes, legs shaking, yn cried out in ecstasy as her climax ripped through her.

Robby pulled out right before he finished, white ribbons glossing over her fvcked out face as he groaned. Just as she thought it was over, Miguel yanked her up against his chest. Cvck pounding up into her sensitive cvnt while he gripped at her breast. "please..oh my god." She choked out, looking up to see Robby grinning down at her.

"Take this cvck like the food slvt you are." Miguel growled against your neck, thrusts becoming reckless and uneven as he pumped his cvm into her. Yn was practically screaming at this point, another aggressive orgasm looking through her.

Thighs quivering as Miguel let her down slowly. A chuckle being heard from above her, yn finally sat herself up. "Won't you look at that, so pretty." Miguel playfully pouted, patting her cheek. "Head put this on." Robby handed Miguel his shirt to put on her.

Her arms felt like jelly when Miguel held them up to slip the shirt over your body. "We'll give you a ride home, party seems to be over." Miguel spoke, helping the girl stand on her wobbly legs.

The two boys pampered her when she got back home, tucking her into bed before they left. Definitely not something she expected.

The next morning she woke to her phone chiming. Looking down at her phone a gasp left her lips. Yasmine posted a picture of her skirt on the floor of the room she was in and captioned it, #tagteamed. What a way to end the semester. She thought to herself before groaning and slamming her self back down on the bed.

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Soulmate/red strings au?

one single thread of gold tied me to you | Axel Kovačević x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate. Correction, everyone around you, has a soulmate. While all of your friends have seemed to found their person at your dojo, the string pulling at your hand tugs you in the opposite direction. Where the hell were they?

Word Count: 4.9k Warnings: None, tiny angst, stubborn Axel, flufff

gif is not mine

You've believed in soulmates for as long as you can remember.

The tugs have been there your whole life, sometimes faint, sometimes sharp, but always present. Like an invisible thread looping around your wrist, tied to someone you’ve never met.

At first, they were gentle, barely noticeable. A soft pull when you were daydreaming, a light tug when you were on the verge of falling asleep.

But they always reassured you that someone was out there. And then, something changed.

A few weeks before the Sekai Taikai, the tugs became different. Stronger. More frequent. Almost... impatient.

It was like whoever was on the other end had finally noticed you. And they were frustrated as hell.

The first time it happened, you were in the middle of wrapping your wrists for training when a sudden jerk nearly made you lose your grip on the bandages.

You froze, glancing down at your fingers, half-expecting to see the invisible string glowing.

Nothing.

Curious, you tugged back, just once.

A second later, you felt the most irritated yank in response.

Your lips twitched. "Oh, you’re gonna be fun."

You don’t know who they are, but you already like messing with them.

And the closer you get to the tournament, the more one thing becomes clear;

Fate is done waiting.

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Axel used to believe in soulmates.

When he was a kid, he thought it was kind of cool, the idea that somewhere out there, someone was connected to him by an invisible string, waiting for fate to bring them together.

He had felt the faintest tugs before, small and fleeting, like someone was idly tugging on the other end without realizing it.

But nothing ever came of it.

Years passed, and the tugs became more of an occasional annoyance than anything meaningful. He convinced himself they didn’t matter.

If he really had a soulmate, why hadn’t they found each other yet? Why was the string just... there, tugging at him randomly, like some cosmic joke?

By the time he was a teenager, Axel formed his own opinion: Soulmates were a lie.

Just another fairytale people clung to so they wouldn’t feel alone. If fate was real, it sure as hell hadn’t done anything for him.

So, he ignored the tugs. Every single one.

Even when they got stronger.

Even when they happened at the worst possible times, like right before a match when he needed to focus, or in the middle of the night, waking him up from an already restless sleep.

Even when on the rare occasion he let himself think about it, he wondered what would happen if he just followed the pull.

Not that it mattered. He had other things to worry about.

And if fate really wanted to prove him wrong, it had missed its chance.

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Neither one of you were thinking about soulmates.

Not when you both stepped off the plane. Not when you arrived at the venue.

Not even when your teammates were buzzing with excitement about the biggest tournament of your lives.

Axel's mind was on one thing: winning.

But then, the second he stepped into the arena, the string yanked.

It wasn’t like the usual tugs. Not an annoying flicker at the edge of his awareness. Not something he could roll his eyes at and ignore.

No.

This was different.

A sharp, undeniable force slammed into his chest, like someone had hooked their fingers around his ribs and pulled.

His foot faltered against the polished floor, nearly making him stumble in front of his entire team.

Axel scowled, jaw clenching as he shook it off.

Not now.

Not here.

Whatever fate was playing at, he wasn’t interested.

Across the arena, on the opposite side of the venue, you froze.

"Woah," Sam steadies you coming to your side. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you brushed her off, balancing on your feet.

The moment your sneakers touched the competition floor, something yanked at your wrist so hard that you physically flinched, your fingers instinctively grabbing at the invisible thread.

What the—?

"You sure you're okay?" Miguel comes to your other side now.

Your breath hitched, heart hammering in your chest as you slowly turned, scanning the massive arena.

It was packed, fighters, coaches, cameras, banners hanging from the rafters. But none of it mattered.

Because you knew.

He’s here.

Somewhere in this crowd, in this moment, the person on the other end of your string had just felt it too.

And whether he wanted to or not—

"I think... I think he's here," you murmur, Miguel and Sam watching closely to make sure you don’t go stumbling again.

"Your soulmate?!" Sam asks her voice going up a few octaves. "How exciting!"

Miguel smiles at his own soulmate, you on the other continue to look through the sea of people hoping you can finally spot him.

Hope finally fluttered through your chest.

He was finally looking for you.

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The Captain’s War was chaos.

Six fighters per team. The match wouldn’t end until only two remained standing.

Axel didn’t have time to think. His fists moved on instinct, blocking, striking, dodging.

The Iron Dragons were brutal, taking down the weaker teams with ruthless efficiency.

Axel should have been focused. One goal. One fight.

And yet, he wasn’t.

Something was off.

A strange, pulling sensation was burning in his chest, tightening in his ribs, tugging at him like a thread wrapped around his body.

He barely noticed it at first, too busy dodging a strike from a random fighter.

But then he moved, sidestepping without thinking, narrowly missing a blow that would have sent him straight into the mat.

His feet carried him forward, pushing through the crowd of fighters, instincts screaming at him to...

To what?

He gritted his teeth, shaking off the strange feeling, slamming his knee into an opponent’s stomach and sending them to the floor.

But the second he did, his head snapped up searching.

For what? Or who?

The tug was getting stronger. And you were feeling it too.

Your body was moving on autopilot, blocking a kick, twisting, knocking a Cobra Kai fighter out of your way.

You should have been helping your team, staying in formation. But instead, you found yourself drifting.

Your heart pounded as you dodged a punch, landing a counterstrike, barely registering who you were fighting.

Your body was leading you somewhere, your feet carrying you forward, weaving through the chaos.

Toward him. You didn’t know it was him yet. But your instincts did.

Axel barely noticed Zara at his back, fighting alongside him as Iron Dragons took control of the arena.

His focus was elsewhere. His body kept turning, muscles tensed, something in his chest screaming closer, closer, closer.

And then, your eyes met. For the briefest second, the world tilted.

Neither of you moved.

Neither of you breathed.

And then the pull snapped into place, a force so strong Axel physically staggered.

You felt it too. Your breath catching, fingers clutching your wrist, body locking in place as if every nerve had just short-circuited.

For a moment, nothing else existed. No tournament. No crowd. No fight.

Just you and him.

And the overwhelming, undeniable realization that neither of you had ever been fighting for your teams.

You had been fighting to find each other.

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When there's an intermission for the students to go back to the hotel and relax before the afternoon events, you and your team tiringly head back.

But all you can focus on is Axel. Axel Kovačević is his name, you learn.

He’s across the room, standing near the elevator, his back slightly turned as he talks to someone from his team, but it doesn’t take long for your eyes to lock onto him.

You’ve been dying to introduce yourself since the first event, to bridge the gap between the strange pull you’ve both been feeling, but something about him makes you hesitate.

You can see it in his posture. His stiffness, the way he avoids looking in your direction. The avoidance is so obvious that it makes your stomach knot.

But you’re not someone who easily backs down. Not from a challenge, especially not when there’s this undeniable pull drawing you toward him.

You take a step forward, hoping to close the gap, but just as you move, you watch Axel slip through the crowd.

You blink, and he’s already heading for the elevators, disappearing into the mass of people before you can even think to call his name.

You curse under your breath, weaving through the crowd, your heart pounding with the strange mix of frustration and curiosity that never seems to go away when it comes to him.

But when you get to the elevators, Axel’s nowhere to be seen. The doors have already closed behind him.

And that's when you realize, he's successfully lost you in the crowd.

Its frustrating. You can feel it in the pit of your stomach, the tightness, the strange heat creeping up your neck.

You had every intention of going up to him, but he’d avoided you again, just like the last few times you tried to catch his eye.

The red string around your wrist burns hotter now, as if it knows it’s been ignored. It’s a reminder that Axel feels it too, but he’s running from it just like he’s running from you.

You huff, your feet taking you back toward the lobby, but you can’t stop thinking about him, about how everything you’ve been feeling is tangled with his resistance.

You don’t understand it. The pull between you is there, strong, undeniable, and yet, he keeps dodging it.

Axel’s on the edge of the crowd, his expression tight as he pushes his way past others, making a beeline toward the staircase.

He’s not looking at anyone now, not even the people around him. His jaw is clenched, his hands fisted by his sides. He’s headed to his room.

And the tug, the string, is stronger than ever.

He reaches the door of his room and slams it shut behind him, his back against it for a brief moment as if he needs a moment to breathe.

He stands there, the silence in the hotel room suffocating in contrast to the energy outside.

Axel stares at the red string on his wrist. He’s been avoiding it all day, pretending it’s not there, but it’s impossible to ignore now. 

The pull is relentless, pulling him in ways he can’t understand, can’t control.

He walks over to the desk, his fingers brushing the edge of the papers on the surface as he breathes deeply.

He’s trying to calm himself, to get rid of the frustration gnawing at him. His eyes flick to the window, the Barcelona skyline a blur of lights and colors.

But his thoughts are tangled, confused. The tug is still there, like it’s pulling at his very soul, and it’s driving him insane.

He grabs the red string, holding it in his fist as if he can destroy it, sever the tie that’s keeping him bound to you.

Axel has heard the stories, the superstitions about soulmates, about how if you truly don’t believe, the string will disappear.

He’s not sure if he believes it, but damn it, he’s tired of feeling like he’s being dragged along by some unseen force.

In a burst of frustration, Axel yanks the string in his hands, trying to rip it apart with all the strength he can muster.

But as he tugs it, the string only tightens. It doesn’t break. It doesn’t fray or snap.

Instead, it grows stronger.

He lets out a low growl of frustration, turning away from the string as it pulls back into place, as if mocking his attempts.

The harder he fights, the more the string seems to pull him, tugging with a force he can’t deny.

Axel’s chest rises and falls as he stares at his hands, his heart pounding in his ears. He wants to believe it’s just a coincidence, just some silly superstition.

But deep down, he knows. No matter how much he tries to fight it, the string won’t let go.

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The bar is filled with energy, music pumping through the speakers, and everyone—fighters and team members alike—are letting loose after today’s events. 

The air is thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses as people celebrate or commiserate.

You’ve already had your fair share of the night’s energy, but something about the way the lights flicker and the crowd moves around you feels almost magical. 

There’s an electricity in the air, a hum of anticipation, and you can’t help but think of Axel.

You glance around the room, and there he is, sitting at the bar, his usual stoic expression softened just slightly by the drinks in front of him. 

He’s surrounded by his Iron Dragons teammates, chatting with them, but there's this tension in the way he holds himself. 

Your curiosity piques, but before you can think about it too much, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

It’s Cobra Kai’s male captain, Kwon.

He stands tall, with the familiar swagger of someone who’s used to being the center of attention.

His smile is confident, charming, like he knows exactly how to get under your skin in the worst way. 

You’ve been talking for a few minutes, casual chatter, when he leans in a bit closer, his voice lowering just enough for you to feel the heat of his breath.

"So," Kwon says, his tone flirtatious, "I didn’t realize Miyagi-Do had such strong competition. Maybe you and I could, I don’t know... practice off the mat?"

You raise an eyebrow, playing along with the fun. But inside, there's something else, an awareness.

A strange pull that’s still tugging at your wrist, the sensation you can’t ignore.

But what catches your attention isn’t Kwon’s words. It’s the unmistakable feeling of eyes on you.

You turn slightly, scanning the room, and your gaze lands on Axel. Immediately, something tightens in your chest.

Axel’s sitting at the bar, but his posture has stiffened. His eyes are locked onto you with an intensity that you’ve never seen before, his jaw clenched, his fingers gripping his glass a little too hard.

It’s like the air between you and him has gone thick, and for a moment, you forget all about Kwon.

You feel a sharp tug in your chest, pulling you toward Axel like a magnet.

The kind of tug that makes your heart race and your skin burn. The feeling is so sudden and powerful, it nearly knocks the breath out of you.

It’s the string.

Axel looks away almost immediately, as if he’s caught himself staring for too long, but you can feel the heat of his gaze even after he turns back to his teammates.

You know exactly what’s happening. You’ve been feeling it too, but you’re starting to have fun with it now. The playful tension you’ve been trying to ignore?

It’s finally coming to the surface.

Kwon, noticing the momentary distraction, tilts his head, clearly thinking he's won your attention. 

"So, what do you say?" he presses, his voice still teasing.

But you can’t shake the image of Axel, his frustration practically radiating off of him. 

It’s as if the pull between you and him has made everything else blur into the background.

You flash Kwon a smile, your voice light and teasing, "You’re not my type, sorry."

You turn away from Kwon, leaving him standing there with his mouth slightly open, clearly not used to rejection. 

You make your way through the crowded bar, weaving between bodies and trying not to bump into anyone's drinks. 

The music pulses around you, bass vibrating through the floor and up into your chest, but it can't drown out the persistent tugging at your wrist.

"Hey, wait up!" Kwon's voice carries over the music.

You glance back to see him following, pushing past people with less care than you had. His expression is a mix of confusion and determination. "I wasn't finished talking to you."

You roll your eyes, picking up your pace. The last thing you need right now is some guy who can't take a hint. 

The cool night air hits your face as you push through the bar's front doors, a welcome relief from the stuffy atmosphere inside. 

Barcelona's night air envelops you like a cool embrace, a stark contrast to the humid chaos of the bar. 

The street is alive with flickering golden streetlamps that cast long shadows across the cobblestones, and distant music drifts from neighboring venues. 

You've only taken a few steps when the door swings open behind you. Kwon emerges, his confident swagger somehow more pronounced in the open air.

"Playing hard to get?" he calls, his voice carrying in the quiet street. "I like a challenge."

You turn to face him, irritation bubbling beneath your calm exterior. The string around your wrist gives another insistent tug, almost warning you.

"I wasn't playing anything. I meant what I said."

Kwon steps closer, his shadow stretching long across the pavement in the amber glow of the streetlights.

His smile doesn't reach his eyes as he closes the gap between you.

"Come on," he says, voice dropping to what he probably thinks is charming. "One drink. What's the harm?"

Inside the bar, Axel can't focus on whatever Zara is saying. The music has become a dull thud in his ears, his attention fixed on the empty space where you were standing just moments ago. 

The pull at his wrist has become insistent, almost painful. Like the string is tightening, warning him.

He sets his drink down with more force than necessary, earning curious glances from his teammates.

"I need some air," he mutters, already sliding off his barstool.

His eyes catch Kwon's back disappearing through the door, and something cold runs through him. 

"You're clearly not getting the message," you say, taking a step back, your voice steady despite your rising irritation. 

Kwon's laugh is low, edged with something that makes your skin crawl. "Come on, we're just talking."

"And I'm done talking," you reply, turning to walk away.

That's when you feel it. Kwon's hand closing around your wrist, fingers pressing into the exact spot where your invisible string burns brightest.

The touch is unwelcome, invasive, nothing like the warm pull you've been feeling for weeks.

"Don't be like that," he says, tugging you back toward him with enough force to make you stumble slightly on the uneven ground. 

Before you can react, a blur of movement catches your eye. Axel appears from the shadows, his face a thundercloud of barely contained rage. 

His hand shoots out, gripping Kwon's forearm with such force that you can see the muscles in his arm tense beneath his rolled-up sleeve.

"Let. Go." Axel's voice is low, dangerously quiet, each word dropping like ice into the warm night.

The string between you and Axel practically vibrates with energy now, a burning connection that seems to pulse with each beat of your racing heart.

Kwon's grip on your wrist loosens in surprise, but his expression quickly shifts to amusement. "Well, well. If it isn't the Iron Dragon himself."

Axel's grip tightens on Kwon's arm, his knuckles turning white. His breathing is controlled, measured, but you can see the rage simmering just beneath the surface.

"I said, let go," Axel repeats, each word clipped and precise. His accent becomes more pronounced with his anger, the Croatian lilt giving his words a dangerous edge. "Now."

Kwon's eyes flick between you and Axel, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Didn't realize you two were together. She didn't mention it."

"We're not—" you start, but Axel cuts you off.

"Back off," he growls, stepping slightly in front of you in a protective stance that seems as instinctive as it is surprising.

His body is tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap.

Kwon's eyes narrow, taking in the rigid set of Axel's shoulders, the deadly calm in his blue eyes. 

The air between the three of you crackles with tension, thick enough to taste.

"Whatever," Kwon finally says, releasing your wrist completely and taking a step back. "I didn't come here for drama."

But Axel doesn't move, doesn't drop his hand from Kwon's arm. His grip remains firm, his gaze unwavering as he stares the other fighter down. 

There's something primal in the way he positions himself, like a wall between you and any potential threat.

"Axel," you say softly, your voice barely audible over the distant music spilling from the bar.

Something in your voice seems to pierce through the fog of his anger. 

Axel blinks, his intense blue eyes flickering to your face for just a moment, and you see something shift behind them, a vulnerability that vanishes as quickly as it appears. 

The string between you pulses with warmth, a gentle reminder of the connection neither of you can deny.

Slowly, deliberately, Axel uncurls his fingers from Kwon's arm. 

The release is gradual, like he's forcing each muscle to obey against its will.

Kwon rolls his eyes and walks back inside, without either one of you acknowledging him. 

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The night air hangs heavy between you, filled with unspoken words and the persistent thrum of the string connecting your wrists.

Axel stands rigid, his expression unreadable as he stares at the bar entrance where Kwon disappeared. 

The streetlight catches on his features, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the slight furrow between his brows.

"You didn't have to do that," you finally say, breaking the silence. "I could have handled him."

Axel's eyes flick to you, then away. "I know."

His voice is softer than you expected, tinged with something you can't quite place. Embarrassment? Frustration?

"Then why did you?" you press, taking a step closer.

The string between you tightens with the proximity, warming against your skin. You notice Axel's hands flex at his sides, tension still radiating from him in waves.

"I don't know," he admits, and his honesty surprises you. "I just... reacted."

The confession hangs in the air between you, weighted with implications neither of you seems ready to address. 

Axel's gaze finally meets yours fully, and the intensity in those dark eyes makes your breath catch.

"Thank you," you say softly, rubbing your wrist where Kwon had grabbed you. 

The phantom sensation of his unwelcome touch is already fading, replaced by the warm, persistent tug of your string—your connection to Axel.

Axel watches the movement, his eyes following your fingers as they trace the invisible thread. Something flickers across his face, recognition, perhaps, or resignation.

"You feel it too," you say. It's not a question.

His eyes drift to the cobblestones beneath your feet, as if searching for words in the ancient patterns of stone.

"I've been trying to ignore it," he finally admits, his voice so quiet you have to lean in to hear him. "Ever since we got here. Since before that, even."

You watch as he unconsciously touches his own wrist, his fingers tracing the invisible thread that connects you. The gesture is so vulnerable, so honest, it makes your heart ache.

"I know," you respond almost teasingly. "How come?" 

Axel takes a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling with the effort. 

When he looks up at you again, the walls have come down, just a little. Just enough for you to see the storm of emotions behind his eyes.

"Because it scared me," he finally says, the admission hanging heavy between you. "Because it meant that everything I'd told myself for years was wrong. That I wasn't in control."

A soft breeze rustles through the narrow street, carrying the faint scent of salt from the Mediterranean.

"And you like being in control," you say, not a question but an observation.

His lips quirk upward, just barely, the ghost of a smile. "Is it that obvious?"

"Only to someone who's spent years feeling you yank back on the other end of this thing," you gesture between your wrists, a playful accusation in your voice.

Axel's eyes widen slightly, a flash of surprise crossing his features. "You... you've been tugging on purpose?"

"Maybe," you admit. "I had to get your attention somehow."

The admission hangs between you, playful yet honest. You've never been one to give up easily, especially not on something that feels this important.

Axel shakes his head, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You're incredibly persistent, you know that?"

"I've been told it's one of my better qualities," you reply, taking another step closer.

The moon cast a warm glow across Axel's features, softening the hard edges of his usual stoic expression.

"So all those times I felt random tugs in the middle of the night? During practice? Before matches?" He raises an eyebrow, his accent thickening slightly. "That was you?"

You laugh, the sound floating into the night like a confession. 

"Guilty," you admit, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Though I didn't realize they were bothering you that much."

The red string between you seems to glow brighter in the moonlight, pulsing with an energy that matches your heartbeat. 

You can almost see it now, a gossamer thread connecting your wrist to his, vibrant against the dark sky.

"They didn't..." Axel pauses, searching for the right words. His eyes drop to where the invisible string connects you, and his voice softens. "They didn't bother me. Not really. They reminded me that I wasn't alone."

Your breath catches at the vulnerability in his voice. This is a side of him you've never seen before, the Iron Dragon with his armor finally showing cracks.

"I've been waiting for you, Axel. For a long time."

Axel's eyes meet yours, a stormy blue that seems to capture all the emotions he's been holding back.

His expression shifts, softening in a way you haven't seen before. The tension in his shoulders loosens as he takes a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," he says finally, his voice low and rich with sincerity. "For keeping you waiting. For fighting this."

The words hang in the air between you, more meaningful than any grand declaration could be. 

You watch as he unconsciously touches his wrist again, tracing the invisible thread that has been pulling you together for years.

"I felt you," he continues, his accent more pronounced with emotion. "Every day, every night. Even when I tried to ignore it. Even when I convinced myself it wasn't real."

You step closer, close enough now that you can see the faint stubble along his jaw, the small flecks of his freckles sprinkled across his nose. 

The string between you hums with energy, warming against your skin.

"And now?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Axel's gaze drops to your lips for the briefest moment before meeting your eyes again. 

"Now I'm tired of fighting it," he admits.

The night air wraps around you both like a blanket, the sounds of Barcelona fading into the background.

It's just you and him, standing beneath a canopy of stars, the moon casting a silver glow across the floor beneath your feet.

His hand reaches for yours, hesitant at first, then more confident as his fingers intertwine with yours. 

The moment your skin touches, the string between you flares with warmth, a sensation so powerful it makes you both gasp.

"I've never felt anything like this," Axel murmurs, his eyes wide with wonder as he stares at your joined hands.

You can feel his pulse through his fingertips, beating in perfect rhythm with yours. 

The string has shortened now, pulling you closer together until there's barely any space between you.

The warmth of his body radiates against yours, and you can smell the faint scent of sandalwood and something uniquely him. 

His eyes search yours, looking for permission, for confirmation that you feel this too.

"Me neither," you whisper back, your free hand reaching up to cup his cheek. 

His skin is warm beneath your touch, surprisingly soft despite his hard exterior.

The world around you seems to still, the distant sounds of the city nightlife fading until all you can hear is the beating of your hearts, synchronized in perfect rhythm.

Axel leans in, slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. But you don't. 

You couldn't even if you wanted to, the pull between you is magnetic, inevitable.

When his lips finally meet yours, it's like every star in the sky has burst into flame at once.

The kiss is gentle at first, tentative, as if he's afraid you might disappear. 

His lips are softer than you imagined, moving against yours with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. 

The string between you pulses with light and heat, wrapping around you both, binding you together in a way that feels ancient and new all at once.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens. 

You feel his arm wrap around your waist, strong and steady, anchoring you to him as if he's afraid you might slip away if he lets go.

When you finally break apart, breathless and dizzy, Axel rests his forehead against yours. 

His eyes remain closed for a moment, dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, and you can feel the slight tremble in his hands where they hold you.

When his eyes finally open, they're filled with a warmth that makes your knees weak. 

The hard edges of the fighter you've watched from afar have softened, revealing something raw and touching that takes your breath away.

"I regret waiting so long," Axel says, his voice teasing but with an undertone of genuine remorse. His thumb traces your cheekbone, light and reverent. "All this time wasted fighting something inevitable."

You laughs softly and before you can respond, he leans in again, capturing your lips in another kiss that's deeper than the first. 

This time, there's no hesitation, no holding back. His arms encircle you completely, pulling you against the solid warmth of his chest as if trying to erase any remaining space between you.

The string around your wrists pulses with golden light that only the two of you can see, weaving patterns through the night air. 

You had finally connected with your soulmate. 

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(a/n: oof this has to be one of my favorites. I love me a fantasy au.)

[zenmastercharles]

Cobra Konundrums Episode Idea 1

Sam: *bursts into Robby’s room* YOU!

Robby: Hmm?

Sam: Stop stealing my dad.

Robby: *takes long sip of ice tea*…no.

Sam: You son of a BITCH-

Robby: LET ME HAVE THIS!