#robby keene x you

[happy74827]

Real Life Fairytale

[Robby Keene x Female!Reader]

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

WC: 712

Category: Fluff, First Kiss

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

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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.

[velvrei]

Hi I’m always interested in a good sub Robby one shot if that in any way inspires you. Maybe reader just beat him in sparring?

yk how to speak my language by requesting sub robby…

you couldn’t even make it home.

there you sat, in the parking lot, of the closed dojo. it was dark, after hours, sensei gave you the keys. you and robby spent your evening sparring in the closed venue, practicing while nobody else was.

and you beat him. he didn’t let you win either. you really beat him for the first time and the cockiness was getting to your head. it was so bad, so bad that now you were sat in the passenger seat of his car, both hands pumping his cock as his hips squirmed, thighs thudding against the steering wheel.

“mm,” was all he could let out, and you laughed, watching his face contort into full pleasure.

“i bet you feel so pathetic because i won.” he moaned at your words, loving the feeling of being belittled, “god, my handsome pathetic boy. letting his lover take care of him after she won.”

he had came once before, and he was already close to his second orgasm, he looked over at you, reaching out to grab any part of you. desperate to feel you beneath his fingertips.

his hand trailed your thigh, and you laughed. “so desperate to touch me, huh?” you called him out, and he moaned.

“god,” he whispered, his head fell back and pushed against the seat. “love when you talk to me like that,” he whispered, trying not to be shy. you told him before that when he responded to your words it made you want to say them more.

so here he was, trying to slur whatever came to mind just so he could hear your filthy talk again.

and he would do it, again, and again, until he pleased you.

[cheoridoll]

confessing —

pairing: robby keene x reader

warning: nothing, just something cute.

includes: robby confessing his love.

note: thinking of releasing a robby obscenity, perhaps?

words counted: 1.200

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Adorable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You can do what you want."

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

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

"I love you, Robby."

"I love you too, my princess."

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

[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.

[iloveslllycatss]

you as robby keenes girlfriend (idea from @hqkalon )

[night-daily]

Art is abstract | Robby Keene x reader

summary: Robby try (and fails) to bake brownies.

warnings: none.

a/n: not proof reading, sorry!

Living alone (well, if you count your mom staying the night with her boyfriends and leaving in the morning, then almost alone) made Robby learn things by himself, like cooking.

But that doesn't mean he was an expert, and oh boy, he wished he was skilled in the kitchen. Why was so hard to bake some brownies with a heart shape? He has been baking since morning and all he got until now was some fucking brownies with a shit shape.

He turned to see the time on his phone, you'll be at his house in 30 min and he still needed to take a shower, rushing to the bathroom he left the brownies on the table of the kitchen.

You were standing at the door of your boyfriend's house, you arrived earlier but you couldn't help it, you were so excited to see Robby's face when he opened the gift you bought him. Knocking at his door, you patiently waited for him.

The door was finally opened by a Robby fully dressed but with soaking hair and with a towel around his neck, this must be heaven. Standing there just admiring his figure you didn't hear anything he said.

“Hey baby, you okay?” He sounded concerned but the teasing smile on his face told you he knew the effect he had on you.

“I hope you don't open the door looking like this to anyone” Your smile matched his. “Only you” he dragged you inside the house by your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Hi” a kiss on his nose and he could feel the stress from before leaving his body. “Hi” He was about to take your hand when he saw it, you were carrying a gift bag.

Robby quickly looked at you and before he could say anything, you were faster than him. “I know, i know, we said no gifts, just movies and pizza, but you can't blame me, in fact, blame yourself!” Robby was more confused and once again, you spoke before him, but this time handing him the bag, telling him to open it. “You looked like a sad puppy the whole last week and I couldn't handle it, all I could think was, what can I do to make him happy again? And then I saw it at the store, and well, i think it suits you very well” at this point you were rambling, feeling nervous, what if he doesn't like it? what if he hated it? what if he—

“I fuckin love it” His voice made your heart flutters, the butterflies dancing in your stomach. “You know i have never received a lot of gifts in my life, but this? It's definitely my favorite, god, you're my favorite person in this entire world, thank you babe, for real” He left the skateboard on the floor carefully, and you were crushed between his arms and body, it felt nice, it felt perfect.

But also you felt a smell in the air, something sweet, like brownies!

“Please tell me that smell is because you brought brownies” You separated your face from his chest, but you were still in his arms. “What a way to ruin the moment, huh” He looked down at you smiling, but his face quickly changed at the mention of the brownies, fuck, fuck, fuck. “I actually baked them but—” You squired yourself from his grip and ran to the kitchen, giggling like a child, Robby running after you, trying to stop you to see the shit brownies but it was too late, you had them in your hands and a beautiful smile on your face.

“As I was saying, I tried to bake them in heart shape, but as you can see, it didn't turn out that way” His eyes glued to the floor, too embarrassed to look at you “I mean, it's not that bad” He scoffed, obviously you were lying, “Okay, okay, it's not that pretty but you know, art is abstract” You stretched your arm to him, brownie in hand, an invitation to eat it together.

“At least they taste go—” faces scrunched up at the moment you two ate a bite from the brownies “Honey, did you by any chance used baking soda instead of baking powder?”

“What's the difference?” And he looked so serious while asking.

Oh boy.

[jaozendry]

Robby Keene x M!Reader: Friendship

Pairing: Robby Keene x M!Reader

PART 1

Warnings: mentions of bullying and homophobia

Summary: In an attempt to defend yourself against your bullies, but also to grow closer to Robby, you finally decide to join Cobra Kai. However, a chance encounter with Robby occurs during your night shift.

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Your heart skipped a beat when you recognized the address this meal was supposed to be delivered to: Cobra Kai dojo.

You've been thinking long and hard about joining Cobra Kai after meeting Robby, more than you've ever been. Maybe meeting him finally convinced you to learn karate to defend yourself. But also, the bullying's been way worse during these last couple of weeks. You're not even sure if you're allowed to leave your apartment to go to school anymore. You've been struggling more than ever after being kicked out of the house by your homophobic parents. Now, you have to deal with your neighbours and being bullied all over the place. They need to pay, you need revenge. You're done running away, but for now, this meal still has to be delivered.

You enter the dojo, slightly shaking, your head filled with anxiety. What if it's Robby? Can you face him after all this time? What if he forgot about you? You continue slowly walking into the dojo when you spy a silhouette coming from the changing room. Robby appears before you, drenched in sweat, a towel on his shoulder. You look at him up and down, shocked at his seemingly perfect physique before meeting his kind gaze. He smiles.

"I didn't know you were a delivery guy." he says, crossing his arms, still smiling like an angel.

"Yeah, I... uh... sorry, here's your meal. That'll be 20 dollars."

He opens his wallet, frowning when he realizes he's just a few dollars short.

"Ugh, sorry, I'm just a few dollars short. I got here a few weeks ago when you dropped me off, so I barely have any money. I still didn't pay my part of the rent. Sorry."

You smile to him in an understanding manner, opening your wallet.

"You know what, that one's on me."

"You don't have to-" he replies before you kindly cut him off.

"It's okay, Robby. It's all good." you say, lending him his meal.

He laughs awkwardly and picks up the bag.

"Thanks, Y/N. How about you eat it with me? My sensei isn't coming back until tomorrow, and I do owe you something."

You check your phone and realize your shift ended a while ago.

"Yeah, sure, gladly." you reply awkwardly, smiling like an idiot. "I'm just gonna go nextdoor to get something to eat for myself."

Robby immediately heads for the door upon hearing those words, checking his wallet on the way.

"My treat." You were about to respond before he cuts you off, smiling. "You literally paid for my meal, I'm gonna pay for yours, unless you want to starve while looking at me eat?" he adds jokingly. You nod, still smiling and joining him.

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Robby and you laughed like your lives depended on it that night. Sitting on the floor while eating, talking about your life stories and experiences. You truly felt like he appreciated you, at least as a friend. All of your worries drifted away. At one point, the subject got deep. That's when you learned about his dad and how exactly he ended up in juvie. You learned about his girlfriend cheating on him while he was locked up, the fight at the high-school and how he got into karate. All of these stories gave you the courage to join Cobra Kai.

"So, that's basically how I got into karate, and also Cobra Kai. I want to get back at Mr. LaRusso and everyone who did me wrong. "He takes a bite out of the food he ordered before sighing.

"Sorry for complaining about all of this, you must be annoyed." You shake your head, reassuring him that you're invested in his stories.

"You know, I've been thinking about joining Cobra Kai myself. I also want to get back at people who did wrong to me, too." You zone out for a bit, wondering if you should tell Robby about your sexual orientation. Will he reject you? Will he end up like everyone else you know, or is he different?

"Oh yeah? What did they do?" he asks, invested in what you have to say. You look at the ground, still wondering and thinking. He clearly notices and reassures you.

"It's okay, Y/N. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. We'll talk about it when you're ready." he says, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Thanks." you whisper, meeting his gaze for a few seconds.

"Also, I wanted to ask you something. I've been thinking about this for a while now. Can you train me? Can I join Cobra Kai?"

[silvermist-alexander]

Dreaming

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Emparejamiento: Robby Keene x Fem!Reader

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Historia original: imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl

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Mi despertador sonando fue el causante de que me despertará a las 7:30 de la mañana, la hora a la que me levanto para ir al colegio. Pero hoy no iría, y no parece que a nadie en mi casa le vaya a importar mucho una llamada del colegio.

La canción siguió sonando mientras me tumbaba en la cama, mirando al techo y... Espera —De ninguna manera —murmuré en medio del silencio y me incorporo, jadeando.

Mirando a mi derecha, encontré la cama que improvise en el suelo, todavía desordenada, con una almohada diferente tirada allí. La almohada de Robby. Me acostó en la cama en algún momento de la noche, recuerdo sentirme... flotando, pero pensé que sólo había sido un sueño.

Con mis mejillas ardiendo por alguna razón desconocida para mí, me volví a tumbar hasta que la canción empezó a molestarme. Entonces me levanté, apagué mi alarma y pienso en lo que voy hacer. Tengo hambre, así que hay que empezar por ahí.

Puesto que no quiero asaltar su nevera, compruebo si alguna de mi ropa está seca. El único vestido que he traído conmigo, y gracias a Dios, algo de ropa interior. Así que me la pongo, agarro parte de mi dinero y salgo por la puerta de atrás, de la que Robby me dejo la llave por si la llegaba a necesitar.

Salgo a comprar un café y un trozo de pastel en una cafetería cercana, decidí también comprarle uno a Robby, como agradecimiento. Lo pido para llevar y como en la mesa de la cocina, pensando e intentando no pensar en qué hacer a partir de ahora. Miro mi teléfono un par de veces, ni una llamada de mi madre. Bueno, probablemente no lo hará... No es que con su llamada cambie en algo las cosas.

—Veo que tenemos un invitado —me levanté bruscamente al escuchar de repente una voz, casi dejando caer la silla que tenía detrás y girándome hacia la puerta que da al pasillo, que da acceso al dojo. —No hace falta que te sobresaltes tanto, no pretendo hacerte daño.

—Usted debe de ser el sensei de Robby. Me dijo que podría venir —trago el nudo que se me formo con el susto, recordándome que Robby dijo que podía confiar en él.

—Al principio pensé que podrías ser un ladrón, o alguien de los otros dojos haciendo algún tipo de broma. Robby no trae chicas aquí.

—¡Oh! Oh, no. Él no me trajo aquí —me apresuro aclarar la situación mientras siento mi cara roja.

—¿No lo hizo? —el hombre se cruza de brazos, con las cejas juntas en señal de confusión.

—Quiero decir, si lo hizo. Pero no de ese modo.

—Estás demasiado nerviosa, jovencita, cuando no hay razón para estarlo. Cualquier amigo de Robby es también amigo mío. Así que, ¿por qué no vienes a mi oficina y me explicas por qué Robby te trajo a mi dojo?

Hay una orden bajo la amabilidad de su voz, pero de nuevo, Robby dijo que podía confiar en él. Así que asiento y me acerco a él, encontrando fácilmente el camino a la sala del tatami y luego a su despacho. Una vez allí, me senté en la silla del otro lado del escritorio, mientras el hombre ocupaba la de detrás.

—Soy el Sensei John Kreese —comenzó. —Yo y mi socio el Sensei Terry Silver dirigimos este dojo... Cobra Kai.

El nombre si que encaja con las palabras de la pared, igualmente amenazadoras. —Golpea primero. Golpea duro. Sin piedad —lo suelto sin pensar.

Kreese me sonríe. —Muy bien. Veo que conoces bien nuestra filosofía.

Asiento con la cabeza y me miro las manos. —Hay... Algunas personas a las que me gustaría golpear muy fuerte, y no mostrar piedad en absoluto —susurro muy bajo, mientras recuerdo al marido de mi madre golpeándola dos veces, y luego a mi.

—¿La persona que te hizo ese hematoma morado? —me preguntó Kreese, recostándose en su silla. Vuelvo asentir con la cabeza. —¿Por qué estás aquí...

—________ —le digo.

—¿Por qué estás aquí, ________?

Y procedo a decirle lo mismo que le dije ayer a Robby. La pelea, cómo le pegó a mi madre, y cómo no iba a aguantar nada de esa mierda. Y luego cómo me golpeó y me arrastró a la calle.

—Hay que ser valiente para levantarse así — me dijo Kreese, asintiendo ligeramente.

—Supongo que sí.

—No lo supongas. Tenlo por seguro —pone las manos sobre el escritorio y se inclina hacia delante. —Puedes quedarte todo el tiempo que quieras... Ya que supongo, no te hace mucha ilusión volver a casa.

Me muerdo el labio inferior y sacudo la cabeza. —No. No voy a volver. Si mi madre quiere más a su nuevo marido que a su propia hija, y si quiere vivir su vida bajándole la cabeza a ese asqueroso y estúpido tramposo, allá ella —lo digo con tanta rabia que sé que la decisión está tomada, aunque sólo lo haya dicho ahora. Volver atrás no es una opción para mí.

—Entonces eres bienvenida a quedarte todo el tiempo que necesites y... —un suave ruido en la puerta exterior le interrumpe. El hombre que entra tiene más o menos la misma edad que Kreese, pero lleva el pelo largo y blanco recogido en una coleta. Kreese le hace un gesto para que se acerque. —Permíteme presentarte a mi socio —espera a que el hombre se reúna con nosotros en el despacho. —Él es Terry Silver, como te dije. Silver, esta es la amiga de Robby, ________. La echaron de su casa y se quedará aquí.

Silver me mira con una sonrisa amable y me tiende la mano para que se la estreche. —Encantado de conocerte, ________. ¿Qué clase de buscapleitos eres? —No es esa clase de buscapleitos —el Sensei Kreese habla en mi defensa. —Me gustaría hablar contigo de ello, Silver, pero dejemos a ________ con sus cosas —se vuelve de nuevo hacia mi. —Siéntete como en casa —dice y me despido, levantándome y dirigiéndome al apartamento de atrás.

El día pasa despacio, y ocupo mi tiempo limpiando un poco cuando no hay nada bueno en la tele. A media tarde llama mi madre, lo que verdaderamente me sorprende. Hablamos durante un buen rato y veo cómo Robby sólo vuelve para ducharse y cambiarse para la clase de kárate.

Me mira con cierta preocupación en los ojos, pero con una seña de mi mano le indico que todo está bien. Horas después, cuando termina la clase y él vuelve, yo sigo hablando con ella. Pero entonces, decido decir lo que tengo que decir y cuelgo.

Estoy cansada, mentalmente cansada. Apoyo mi cabeza en la mesa, cerrando los ojos.

—Una decisión difícil — oigo decir a Robby, mientras siento como se coloca a un lado mío.

—Quiere que perdone a Philip. Que vuelva a casa. Que viva según sus reglas, que ignore que la golpea, que ignore que la engaña... Yo no puedo. Si el dinero es suficiente para ella para ignorar toda esa mierda, no lo es para mí. Que se joda con su sueldo —levanto la cabeza, pasando una mano por mi cabello. —Perdona. No pretendía fastidiarte con el drama de mi vida.

—No lo haces. Creo que...

—Robby —oímos al Sensei Kreese llamarlo, y se excusa para ir a hablar con él.

Sólo le dice unas palabras, y su nombre, pero no trato de encontrarles sentido. Robby vuelve un par de minutos después y pone algo de dinero sobre la mesa. —El Sensei Kreese nos ha pedido pizza. Llegará en cuarenta y cinco minutos más o menos —me dice y hace un gesto hacia el sofá. —¿Quieres ver si hay una buena película?

—Claro.

Los dos nos acercamos al sofá, sentándonos cada uno en una esquina. Robby enciende la televisión y pasa por algunos canales. Se detiene en unas películas de misterio y me pregunta si me parece bien, a lo que le asiento.

—El Sensei Kreese me ha dicho que puedes quedarte todo el tiempo que quieras. Pero tienes que ir a la escuela —habla al cabo de un rato, cuando pasan los anuncios.

—Ah, claro. Hoy sólo... no he podido. Pero tú... Dijiste que tenías clase sólo por las tardes, así que supongo que no vas al instituto West Valley.

—No. Me echaron después de una pelea. Empujé a un chico y se cayó por una barandilla, se golpeó contra las escaleras y entró en coma —abro mis ojos como platos y Robby pone los suyos en blanco. —Está bien. Camina y vuelve a practicar kárate. Así que ahora me he apuntado a un programa especial para los que abandonan los estudios para poder sacarme el diploma en verano.

—¿Esta pelea estaba relacionada con el karate?

—No eres así de nueva, ¿eh?

—Llevo aquí tres semanas, creo. Vine de Nueva York. Phillip quería alejar a mamá de su familia y aislarla. Y a mí —suspirando, hago un gesto despectivo con la mano. —Por eso no tenía adónde ir. Quiero decir, hice algunos amigos en la escuela. Halcón me acogía... Y me ocultaba de sus padres. Sam también, sus padres son geniales, pero llamarían a los míos y... Sería demasiado problema. Y aún no estoy lo suficientemente cerca como para pedir un favor así que... —veo que su expresión cambia y baja la mirada. —¿Los conoces?

—Son de un dojo enemigo. Así que no hablo con ellos —se aclaró la garganta, mirando fijamente a la tele cuando vuelve la película. —Y salí con Sam hace algún tiempo.

—¿Era ella la que te hacía ver esas películas románticas?

—No. Fue con la que salí después de ella.

—¿Por qué enemigos?

—Es una larga historia. Cobra Kai siempre tuvo mala relación con Miyagi-Do. Nosotros creemos en una cosa, y ellos en otra... Pero después de que el Sensei Kreese se hizo cargo de Cobra Kai y mi padre se fue, creó el Colmillo de Águila. Que ahora trabaja más o menos junto con Miyagi-Do —suspira, haciendo una pequeña pausa. —Se supone que se resolvería todo en el Torneo de Karate de All Valley. Y así fue durante una semana más o menos. Luego hubo un escándalo sobre jueces vendidos y toda esa mierda. Así que todo eso se pospuso para un nuevo torneo este Verano. El problema es que ese torneo es para menores de 18 años. Y yo ya tengo dieciocho, al igual que la mayoría de aquellos en los que el Sensei tenía puestas grandes esperanzas. Otros cumplirán los dieciocho antes del verano. Así que todos los dojos se están centrando en los menores de dieciocho, pero el Sensei Silver está intentando abrir una nueva Subdivisión.

Respiro hondo, preguntándome qué originó exactamente este conflicto. Probablemente se remonta a mucho tiempo atrás. —Bueno, son simpáticos... Los chicos de este Miyagi algo. Y Sam está saliendo con un chico ahora... Olvidé su nombre. Pero son lindos juntos —le digo sin pensar. —Lo siento.

—No te preocupes. Ya lo superé —afirma Robby, y luego me mira. —¿Y qué hay de ti? ¿Dejaste algún novio en Nueva York?

—No. Rompí con mi último novio un año antes de mudarme —me encojo de hombros mientras giro un poco el cuerpo hacia él cuando me pregunta el por qué. —Éramos más bien amigos. Era raro estar a punto de besarlo cuando nos hicimos novios... no sé. No estaba enamorada de él, eso es seguro.

—Espera —gira su cuerpo hacia mi también, y la película suena olvidada en el fondo. —¿El tipo no te besó?

Lo que dijo me hizo soltar una risita, y cuando siento que mis mejillas vuelven a calentarse, bajo la mirada hacia mis manos. —Sólo un piquito en los labios para saludarnos o despedirnos. No recuerdo ningún otro beso, así que...

—¿Un beso francés?

Vuelvo a soltar una risita, esta vez nerviosa. —No, nunca.

—¿Un beso con mordida? —sacudo la cabeza. —¿Un beso en el cuello?

—Definitivamente, no —en mi timidez, llevo una mano a mi mejilla, que naturalmente se mueve hacia mis labios.

Cuando alzo mi mirada para encontrarme de nuevo con Robby, él ya me está mirando. No puedo leer su cara, pero la forma en que me está mirando es intensa, y hace que toda mi cara se caliente esta vez. —Ha sido un estúpido. Deberían besarte.

Jadeando, respiro hondo, preguntándome qué decir a continuación. —De verdad...

Suena el timbre y mis palabras se desvanecen. Menos mal, porque lo que estaba a punto de ocurrir podría haber peligroso.

—Es la pizza. Voy por ella.

—Claro.

Cuando vuelve, el momento se ha esfumado, y comemos mientras nos quejamos del horrible giro argumental que acaba de revelar la película. Después, lo hago prometer que no volverá a acostarme en la cama, como hizo ayer, justo después de que me durmiera. Él sólo asiente como respuesta, pero a la mañana siguiente, vuelvo a despertarme en la cama. Y lo primero que recuerdo son los sueños tontos de besos dulces. Y no era a mi novio a quien veía en ellos.

Todos los créditos correspondientes a @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl

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Dating Miguel Diaz ♡

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miguel: *getting his shit rocked by axel*

sam in the very next cut: ROBBY!!! TORY!!! MUST SAVE!!! MUST PROTECT!!!

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can you write a jealous robby keene smut?

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 | robby keene × fem!reader

summary | a jealous Robby confronts his feelings for you, leading to a passionate and intense encounter that pushes boundaries and tests control

warnings | smut, explicit content, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, jealousy and possessiveness, power dynamics and emotional manipulation, se-mi public ?

word count | 2.3 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

You’re sitting at a café table, enjoying a well-deserved break from work at Larusso Auto. The atmosphere is relaxed, but that changes when a man enters, followed by a guy from your class. Upon seeing you, he heads straight toward you. His smile is warm and filled with familiarity. It’s not the first time he’s greeted you, and you know he probably intends to make some small talk.

“Hey!” he says enthusiastically, greeting you with a friendly glance. “I haven’t seen you around here in a while.”

You smile back, enjoying the moment. The conversation flows effortlessly, and the guy’s warmth makes you feel comfortable.

“Are you still working on that art project?” the guy asks, leaning forward, visibly interested in what you’re doing. “I’m working on some with some classmates, but it seems like we’re always getting behind. Got any new ideas?”

You’re excited to talk about it and answer with enthusiasm. You both continue talking for a few more minutes, laughing occasionally at some anecdotes, as the details of your life intertwine with his. It’s a casual conversation, something that could have happened with anyone, but you realize that Robby hasn’t moved from the scene. You feel him at your back, his brow slightly furrowed. Robby’s eyes are fixed on you, but not in the relaxed way they used to be. There’s something more.

The guy continues talking, enjoying your company. It’s not that you’re ignoring him, but your attention starts to shift between him and Robby’s figure. Finally, you glance sideways at Robby, and that’s enough to change the entire atmosphere. You can see how his eyes gleam with an intensity you can’t ignore. There’s something in his posture that tells you he’s not comfortable with the situation.

The guy, oblivious to the tension that has settled in, keeps chatting.

“We should hang out this weekend. You know, go out and relax for a bit. Want to join?”

It’s an innocent invitation, almost friendly, but when you turn toward Robby and see his clenched jaw, his rigid posture, you know that this is not something innocent for him.

You laugh softly, glancing at the guy as you consider the offer, but the noise in your head makes it hard.

“I’m not sure if I have plans,” you reply with a playful smile, but deep down, you already know what’s going to happen.

Robby can’t take it any longer and walks toward you, interrupting the conversation. His eyes don’t leave the guy for a second, and his voice, though calm, carries an edge that can’t be hidden.

“That’s enough,” he says, speaking directly to you, though his words are clearly aimed at the guy.

The guy, visibly confused by the sudden shift in energy, backs off with a somewhat forced smile.

“Well, if you change your mind...” he says before turning, throwing one last look before disappearing.

The tension is palpable. The guy is gone, but the atmosphere between you and Robby has shifted. The place feels quieter now, as if all the chatter in the café has vanished, leaving only the sound of breathing between the two of you.

“What’s going on?” you ask, not with malice, but with amusement. You know exactly what’s happening, but you enjoy seeing him so vulnerable.

Robby doesn’t respond immediately. The silence hangs between you until he finally speaks, his voice low but grave.

“I don’t like it when other guys look at you like that,” he says, his eyes fixed on you, making it clear that what he just said is only a small part of what he truly feels.

You look at him with a playful smile. You know you’re pushing him to his limit, but you can’t take your eyes off the jealous gleam in his gaze.

“Does it make you jealous?” you ask, enjoying the control you have over the situation.

Robby runs a hand through his hair, clearly struggling with his emotions. It’s obvious he’s trying to control what he’s feeling, but he can’t help but show what’s really bothering him. The tension between you two grows thicker.

Finally, Robby can’t take it anymore. He grabs you by the wrist, pulling you toward him with unexpected force, and his lips meet yours immediately, in a kiss full of urgency, of repressed desire. Everything that just happened comes crashing down in this moment, and you know this kiss isn’t just a response to the guy’s greeting. It’s much more than that.

The kiss intensifies, and you realize that this moment, so charged with emotion, is exactly what both of you needed.

After the impulsive kiss, Robby doesn’t stop. He grips your hand firmly, pulling you gently. The air is thick with electricity, and you can’t help but feel a little excited by the way he’s guiding you, so determined, so controlled. Robby’s never been this direct, this obvious with what he feels, and that makes you feel a mix of power and anticipation.

“Let’s go,” he says, his voice low and deep, leaving no room for questions. You don’t need him to repeat it. You know something is about to happen.

When you reach an empty warehouse, Robby doesn’t say another word. The metallic door slams shut with a loud sound that echoes in your ears. The warehouse is dark, with only a little light filtering through a window high on the wall. The cold of the room touches your skin, but Robby’s closeness makes you not care. He doesn’t let go of you, and he pulls you further inside, guiding you between boxes and disorganized shelves.

He looks at you intensely, as if he’s about to devour you with his gaze. The tension between the two of you is palpable, and you can feel Robby’s internal struggle. He’s there, in front of you, clearly dominated by something he can’t control.

“Does it amuse you to see me jealous?” he asks, his voice low and filled with challenge. The question throws you off a bit, but the way he looks at you tells you he expects an answer.

You laugh softly, enjoying the way he has you completely trapped. You know this isn’t just a game for him, but you also know that, deep down, something about seeing his vulnerability excites you.

“A little,” you answer, your eyes locked on his, enjoying the way control is slipping away between you two.

You are surprised by his intensity, the roughness of his movements, but somehow it excites you. He takes you by the waist, lifting you slightly to bring you closer to him, and you feel how his body fits with yours, as if you were both made to fit together in that moment.

"I told you I didn't like seeing you with others," he murmurs between kisses, his voice laden with jealousy, with desire. You find it hard to breathe, but that sense of power he is showing makes you feel vulnerable and excited at the same time.

You can't help but smile at the way he holds you, as if it were impossible to resist the need to be with you in such a... possessive way.

"Don't keep me waiting any longer," he says, his gaze still burning, and you know that's all he needs for you to surrender completely to him.

The way his body presses against yours makes you slide a little over your clothes, and the wet trail you leave on Robby's pants is proof that both of you are eager for this opportunity.

"I want you to know that I don't like it," he says, whispering in your ear, and you can feel the heat of his lips on your skin. "I want you to know that I don't like it," he says, whispering in your ear, and you can feel the heat of his lips on your skin. "That others desire you like this doesn't please me."That others wish you well like this doesn't amuse me.

The response is automatic, as if the need to reply is stronger than the ability to resist.

"No one else looks at me like you do" you tell him, your words barely a whisper as you try to catch your breath.

Robby looks down, at his hands still on your breasts, and you can see the desire in his eyes. However, something else emerges in his expression, something you can feel but cannot see. The need, the possessiveness, the fury of having someone so close, and knowing that others also desire them.

"And what if I can't help it?" he asks. You have no idea what he's thinking, but you can feel his struggle to control himself.

"What if I wasn't enough for you?What if you weren't enough for me? And if I need you more than you are capable of giving? And if I don't let you go?"

Those words surprise you. It's as if you were seeing Robby in a way you had never seen before. The tension is strong, as if both of them were on the brink of something they had never seen before.

"You can't want that" you say, trying to show a look of surprise. Deep down, you might feel attracted to the idea that someone desires you so possessively, that they are capable of doing anything to keep your attention on them.

"No" he replies. "But if I need to, I will. I will do it over and over again, until you understand that I don't want to see you with anyone else".

The response is like a blow. You had never heard anything like it before, but something in you is drawn to the possessiveness of his words.

"I understand," you finally say to him, barely a whisper.

Robby looks into your eyes, clearly trying to figure out what you really feel, but you can see the struggle in his eyes, the need to control himself so that something within him doesn't take over.

"I'm willing to do anything," he says. "Because I'm not going to lose your attention so easily".

Robby's gaze is intense, as if he is about to do something he can't stop.

"Do it," you tell him. "Until you know that you have me all to yourself".

Robby's expression changes. His eyes shine with surprise, but quickly turn back into a look of fury, of need. Robby's strong grip keeps you in place, and you can feel his fingers on your ribs, the pressure on your nipples. The desire is palpable between the two of you, and you can feel yourself wet, ready for whatever Robby wants to do.

Robby takes off your shirt, pants, and shoes, leaving you in your underwear in just a minute. The contact of his fingers with your skin makes your skin tingle, and you can feel yourself getting wet, hungry for something more. Robby observes every curve of your body, as if he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life, and you can feel his desire in his lips, in the way he holds you, in his fingers as he pulls up your panties.

"You are mine" you tell him, barely a whisper. "No one else is allowed to touch you".

"No one else can love you. Understood?" Robby's response is barely a whisper, something you can't decipher with a mind clouded by desire.

Robby squeezes you a little harder, his fingers penetrating your sex eagerly. The sensation of having his finger inside you is intense, but it's not enough to satisfy you.

"Robby" you ask him, barely a whisper. "Robby" you ask, barely a whisper. "I want more.I want more. I want to feel you inside me".

The words have a direct effect on him, and you can see how his control starts to completely fail. Robby's hand searches for the zipper of his pants while the other remains inside you, making the sensation even more intense.

"No one else," you tell him when his hand finally finds its target. Robby pulls the zipper down a bit, and you can feel that he is completely giving up any control he might have tried to maintain. "Only I touch you. Only I touch you".

Robby's eyes blaze with fury, the tension palpable in the air, but you can see something in his eyes that you haven't seen before. Something that makes you feel like you have control over him, and that in that moment, Robby will do anything to make you feel good.

The sensation of Robby's member against your legs makes a moan escape from your mouth, and you can feel the wetness in your sex, ready for him. The tension in your body is strong, and you can feel yourself so aroused that it's hard not to collapse onto the bed, so eager for him.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asks with a husky whisper. "Do you want to feel me inside you?"

You can feel the warmth of his breath in your ear as he speaks, and the need grows stronger within you. "Yes" you say.

The moan that Robby lets escape upon hearing your words is so strong that it makes your entire body vibrate. The movement of his member between your legs is more intense, and you can feel your sex tight, ready for him.

"I'm going to fuck you," he murmurs in your ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore".

You can feel how Robby grips you a little tighter as he adjusts himself better between your legs. The head of his member seeks your wet sex, and you can feel the tension reaching a boiling point. A second later, Robby thrusts, and his member enters your sex forcefully. The scream that escapes your mouth is barely audible, but you can feel complete, fulfilled.

Robby's rhythm is rough, unrestrained. His movements are slow but intense, and you can feel him moving deeper and deeper inside you, until you feel like something is going to break. The tension becomes palpable in the air, and you can feel his fingers on you as his rhythm intensifies. Robby's breathing quickens, and you can hear his moan of pleasure as he sinks deeper and deeper into your sex.

"You make me feel so good" he finally says. "I don't want to stop. You never want to stop".

"Don't stop," you reply, barely a whisper, as you try to hold onto him. The pressure of his member inside you is strong, but you can't help feeling that something is still missing.

The rhythm increases even more, and you can hear the sound of their bodies hitting against each other. The sensation is intense, and you can feel that you are on the verge of orgasm. Robby's body tenses even more, his breath catches, and you can tell he's close.

"Do you want to fuck more?" he says, barely audible, his words barely a whisper in your ear. The question makes you scream out loud, and you can feel the orgasm approaching.

"Yes" you reply. "Don't stop. I want more".

Robby pushes harder now, and you can hear how the muscles in his body tense to the maximum. His rhythm is frantic, and you can feel him penetrating you deeper and deeper, until you know there's no turning back. An instant later, Robby plunges into his orgasm, his arms gripping you tightly, his body wavering over you, breathless with pleasure.

"You're going to kill me" Robby finally says, his breath barely audible, as if he had run all over the room. The smile on his lips is evident, and you can feel a bit of his breath on your skin, the contact of his body still inside yours. —But I'm going to fuck you every time you want.

You can hear a soft laugh in his throat, and you can feel the pride of having taken Robby to a place he had never been before. You know that in this moment, Robby would be willing to do anything for you. You are ready for anything that happens. The only thing you know is that you can't let Robby let you go. That's not going to happen.

"Let's do it again" you finally say to him.

Robby smiles, and you can feel a laugh in his throat. Robby's response is not a word. The response is an intense, strong, passionate kiss, as if he had no intention of stopping for a long time.

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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.

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Robby Keene Fluff Alphabet

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He loves watching movies with you and cuddling whilst listening to music.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He loves your hair , he loves playing with it and making hairstyles or shapes with it while your focusing on something or asleep.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He would sit with you and try to talk to you softly and get your mind off of what was causing your attack , if it was a place he would take you back to his house or somewhere else.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He pictures you guys happily together with a dog and your dream apartment/house with your dream jobs.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He's quite passive but he can be quite dominant too , but your both equal and try not to be overly either.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He would forgive you quite easily because be hated fighting with you because you was the only person he's every really cared about besides his mum. so he would give you space before talking to you about both of your feelings and talking things through.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He's very grateful for you and sometimes thinks your a gift from god or an angel dent from heaven , he loves you and cherishes every moment with you.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He doesn't have any secrets and if he did he wouldn't be able to hide it from you for more than a week , he would break and Feel bad for lying.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You helped him emotionally and you got him to talk about his feelings to you , and he did the same for you.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He gets jealous easily and he will come up to you and give you a big kiss before looking at the guy and asking you who he is , eventually the guy would leave after Robby gave you another kiss and wrapped his arm around your waist , holding you closer to him.

K iss - Are they a good kisser?

What was the first kiss like?

He's a great kisser. Robby took you to the skate park and you had to leave since your dad was waiting in the car for you "bye swayze I've gotta go" you said giving him a kiss and he couldn't comprehend what happened but after a couple seconds he realised and couldn't hold in his smile "bye Y/N" he said and waved with a big smile still shocked from what happened.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

You guys were in his bed cuddling , he was laying with his head on top of you stomach and his body in between your legs , you was playing with his hair while watching the movie that was on. "I love you" Robby said softly and you couldn't tell if you was hallucinating or not. "Mhm?" You asked in case you heard him wrong "I love you" he said again "I love you too" you answered blushing a little.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He always says he wants to get married and he wants it on a beach with beautiful clear water and white soft sand. You was about to ask him something when you turned around and he was on me knee with a ring "Y/N will you marry me?" He said looking up at you with love in his eyes "YES" you said jumping into his arms and wrapping you legs around his waist as he kissed you passionately.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He loves calling you Baby whilst cuddling and calling you cutie randomly every now and then.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He will just look at you and admire you , that's how people began to notice it because he would just sit or stand there and just watch you from afar (not in a creepy way lol).

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He loves bragging about you and telling people about you and he doesn't mind giving you kisses in public.

Q uirk - Some random ability they

have that's beneficial in a relationship.

He knows when your social battery is low or completely gone. He will tell people that you and him are going home because it's getting late or you have plans. And he will cuddle you when you get home "thanks sometimes it's just so draining" you said and Robby smiled "it's okay i know you have a low social battery" he said mad kissed your head.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He would do dinner dates and movie marathons with you and he didn't care if it was cliche or not as long as you both were happy and Enjoyed it.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He loves helping you and watching you learn from him like in karate or in school.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He likes trying new things out but he likes to have some things the same like the important things he loves.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He knows you very well and he will always as comfort you and listen to you as long or as much as you need.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it's worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is very important to him and he would give up lots for it because he knows how much you love eachother and how much he loves your relationship.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He always puts your favourite cup on the bottom shelf so you can reach it and if you are giving him the silent treatment he'll put it at the top so you have to ask him to get it for you.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He loves cuddling and kisses , he's very affectionate and loves being big spoon and little spoon.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

He tries to forget about it during the day and will text you or call you throughout the day to check up on you and see how you are.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He would go to great lengths for your relationship like he would give up karate for you.

[iloveslllycatss]

RUNA BBG MY NO ONE PLEASE PKOK ROBBY AND MIGUEL WITH A GF WHO LAUGHS IN HORROR MOVUES WHEN CHARACTERS GET HURT AND LAUGHED WHEN THEY BEAT THE PPL IN ALL VALLEY (totally not bcs i do this)

## — “𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮)”

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘦 x 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 ! 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰… 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘜 𝘕𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘌𝘕 and sorry this is so rushed <;/3

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦

you and robby haven’t been on a date in FOREVER. so you decided to have this mandatory movie date since you missed him.

atm you and him were cuddled up on the couch and every now and then he’d give u a little kiss on the temple, the 2nd movie had just ended and you guys were gonna watch a 3rd.

“baby, can we watch a scary movie?”

you looked at robby, asking him and he just looked back at you with these soft, loving eyes and he smiles

“yeah, you can pick which one, babe”

…….

that was a mistake.

you picked to watch the movie terrifier 2.

about 45 minutes had gone by in the movie and nothing really happened yet, until there was this one scene. 

this one scene where the clown dude was killing the girl.

he had cut around her hairline and ripped the skin off of her head, blood EVERYWHERE. and you? you were laughing your motherfucking ass off

“WHY DOES SHE LOOK LIKE THAT AHAHAHAAHA”

robby looked at you with the most horrified face ever, his eyebrows were furrowed and the whole time all he could think was ‘is she okay???’

as more and more gore goes on in the movie, your eyes started to water, that’s how much you were laughing

“y/n.. baby.. love.. are you okay? is everything okay???”

robby had the most concerned look on his face, but it quickly vanished and became a smile after you replied

“yeah im all good, it’s just so damn funny” you said, wiping a few tears from your eyes

“you’ve gone mad, y/n”

“but you love it. isn’t that right, robby?”

he sighs with a small chuckle 

“yeah i guess i do”

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞

[moonlit-knightz]

this looks like a scene from a gay indie film where the couple go somewhere and get called the f slur.

and miguel doesn’t want any trouble, but robby’s fed up with homophobia so he gets ready to beat their ass.

[jaozendry]

Robby Keene x M!Reader: Meeting

Pairing: Robby Keene x M!Reader

PART 2

Warnings: psych ward mentions, juvie mentions, bullying, suicide attempts mentions

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Summary: After getting out of the psych ward, you meet Robby, who's also getting out of juvie. You decide to pick him up after a taxi runs late.

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"45 minutes late?!" a blond boy screams on his phone.

The both of you are in front a juvenile detention center. Your car was making weird sounds and wasn't working properly, so you decided to park in front of this very center. Unfortunately for you, that was the last straw for your vehicule: it decided now was a convenient time to stop working entirely. You spy this boy, who looks like he smashed his face into a wall on multiple occasions. He looks a little older than you, but not by much. That's all you know about him so far. Wondering if you should help him, you decide to wait and hear more of what he has to say on the phone.

"I'm not waiting 45 minutes and still paying you! You know what? Cancel it!" He angrily hangs up the phone and sighs his life out.

Your generosity gets the better of you and you decide to walk up to him. It should be fine, you're around the same age range. Maybe the two of you will connect, right?

You walk towards him, hands in your pockets and staring at the floor to avoid his seemingly harsh gaze.

"Hey, I just heard what you were saying on the phone and I... uh..."

The boy looks at you, tilting his head, wondering if you're insane. Your shyness fades away the moment you get to see how beautiful this guy is. You scratch your head and stand straight. You can see the confusion in his eyes, but that won't stop you: you'll ask him if he wants to get a ride. To anywhere he wants, even if it's at the end of the world, you'll get him there. That's a promise you made to yourself.

"I was just wondering if you needed a ride." you continue, cringing internally at your own words.

"Uh, sure, I guess. Thanks." he replies, still confused.

"My uh... my car's over there." you say nervously, pointing at the old pack of metal you call a car.

"But like, I don't know, there's a problem with it, it's not starting. I'm probably out of gaz. I can call us an actual taxi if you'd like-"

As you foolishly stumble over your words, the boy interrupts you.

"There's probably something wrong inside. Let me check." he says, opening to see the mecanism. You silently watch him work in admiration for a few seconds.

"There, it should work now." he adds, closing the cap and looking at you with a slight smile.

You enter your car and as soon as you put in your car keys, it starts running. The boy smiles and gets in the front seat.

"So, where to?" you ask in a friendly manner. The boy hesitates for a little while but finally comes up to a decision.

"Uh, Cobra Kai dojo." he replies.

Your mind goes off to an entire other dimension after hearing that word. It's the dojo you've been thinking about joining after being bullied for being gay, after all. You've been beat up and chased down. One day, you decided enough was enough. After recovering in the hospital, you thought about fighting back for once. That's when Cobra Kai popped up in your mind. You've seen all these badass clips of kids fighting like in the movies, you thought that, maybe if you knew how to fight back, you wouldn't be harassed anymore. You thought about it long and hard at the psych ward, but you came to a conclusion: you will join Cobra Kai.

"I- uh- alright. I live near the dojo anyway." you reply nervously.

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The silence during the ride is almost deafening. Your nervousness went wild, especially after hearing where he wanted to go. You want to know more about the man, what was he doing in juvie? Why does he want to go to Cobra Kai? Is he part of it? A million questions fill your mind. In all your glory, you decide to break the silence:

"So, uh, may I ask why you were in juvie?" you ask, stumbling over your words again. An awkward silence occurs and you're wondering if even talking was a good idea.

"I, uh, I don't want to talk about it. I'm not in the mood to talk." he replies coldly, crossing his arms. You nod in understanding, but inside you're screaming. Why would you bring up the subject? He sighs, still crossing his arms.

"I accidentally kicked a kid off the second floor during a fight." he admits with regret in his voice.

"And, uh, the black eye?" you ask out of curiosity.

"Juvie. Some guys were giving me a hard time." he replies, as cold as ever.

"Where did yours come from?" he asks out of spite.

"Got beat up on the street." you say, obviously telling a white lie.

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You finally arrive at the dojo, where he picks up his bag and leaves the car as soon as possible. He nearly forgets to thank you and rushes back before you leave.

"Oh, and, thanks. I'm Robby." he tells you with a subtle smile.

"Y/N. Nice to meet you."

You shake hands through the window and wave goodbye. Before you depart, you stare at the Cobra Kai sign and wonder if it's really a good idea to join it. You do need a way to defend yourself, right?