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“Get Your F*cking Hands Off Her, A*shole!”
Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Reader
Countdown to Cobra Kai Season 5 - 8 Days left!!!
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(Gif not mine)
Requested? No
Summary: It was an unspoken rule around West Valley High that (Y/n) (Y/l/n) was completely and utterly off limits. No one dared test the boundaries when it came to that rule, for fear that her Mohawk-clad boyfriend would go all Cobra Kai on them. Of course, every now and again, a newbie didn’t get the memo…
Warnings: starred out swear words, overprotective Hawk, creepy dude making (Y/n) uncomfy, prejudice against “North Hills” with a substantial lack of reasoning to back it up 😬😂, lack of adherence to plot line of the source material
Pairing: Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Fem!Reader
IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE 😬😬 I’m trying to get back on schedule as soon as possible, I promise! 👌👌👌
Eli Moskowitz and (Y/n) (Y/l/n) were in love. Everyone knew it, and, because of Eli’s status in their school’s hierarchy as “Hawk” the “Cobra King,” no one dared refute it. It was a system that worked. An unspoken line, if you will, that, when crossed, was swiftly dealt with. And the perpetrator never did it again. Hawk made sure of that.
But there were still some who, to them, the pretty girl in math class was simply the pretty girl in math class. Nothing more. No ties to a Mohawked gang leader, and certainly no harm in asking her out on a date this weekend. Perhaps to the movies? There was a pretty cool drive in just across town…
“That’s a bad idea.” Toby turned to look at the girl who’d spoken, an embarrassed expression on his face at having been caught staring, before he crossed his arms over his chest and scowled, in an attempt to cover it up.
“What?” He asked, glaring at her, annoyed by her unhelpful interjection in something that clearly didn’t involve her. He didn’t know who she was, being the new kid usually meant that was the case, but, Toby could already tell, whoever this girl was, she wasn’t someone he wanted to be spending his time with. She gave him the heebie jeebies, and not in the good way. Her face suddenly transformed into a smirk, before she gestured towards where his eyes had been trained just moments before.
“You’re staring at (Y/n) right?” She asked her own gaze taking in the sight of the girl at her locker just down the hall. Toby cringed a little, having hoped he’d been a tad more discreet, but this creepy girl had seen right through him.
“So?” He asked, defensively, wondering what exactly she wanted from him, landing on simply “picking on the new guy,” before she opened her mouth and spoke again.
“Yeah. That’s not gonna happen. Trust me, dude.” She replied, vaguely, but Toby just rolled his eyes, not believing her for a second.
“Who even are you?” He asked rudely, but the girl just laughed, an unsettling sound that left Toby’s skin crawling.
“Tory with a y.” She answered, as if he should know. (He didn’t.) “Listen, newbie.” She pouted sarcastically, before patting his shoulder. “I get it. You don’t know how things work around here.” Her patting ceased as she grabbed his shoulders, rather harshly turning him back towards the math class girl; towards (Y/n). “But I’m telling you right now, She’s not someone you wanna mess with.” Toby scoffed, his patience for this conversation wearing thin, as he pulled out of Tory’s grip.
“She seems harmless.” He said, before turning away from (Y/n) and towards his unwanted companion. “You, however, weird me out, so I’m gonna go talk to (Y/n). Bye, now.” He began to walk off, heading towards the girl’s locker and mentally psyching himself up as he did, before a loud voice called out after him.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” Tory yelled, but Toby just rolled his eyes again, before mumbling under his breath.
“You can’t tell me what to do, psycho…”
+ + +
“And then I told him that if he tried to do that again I was gonna take his face and-“
“Hey, Hawk!” The boy turned around when Tory’s voice sounded over the conversation, an annoyed look on his face at being interrupted.
“What is it?” He spat angrily, causing Tory to raise her hands in mock defense.
“Just thought you’d wanna know I just saw the new guy practically eye-banging your girl in the hallway.” She said casually, but Hawk’s heart stopped all the same.
“What?” He asked, through gritted teeth, hoping he’d heard her wrong. But Tory just nodded her head.
“Some dude. Troy or Tanner or something. New kid. Just moved here from North Hills or some sh*t.” She was still talking but, past the point of confirmation, Hawk was done listening.
“Where is he now?” He asked, his fists clenched, itching to do to this new kid what he’d been about to describe before Tory’s interruption. Nobody messed with his (Y/n)…
“Last I saw he was headed towards (Y/n)’s locker. Something about asking her out?”And that was when Hawk snapped.
“The he*l he is!” (Y/n) was HIS girlfriend. Everyone knew that. Who did he think he was? This punk coming in and trying to cheat the system, and steal away HAWK’S girl? This Troy, or Tanner, or whatever-the-f*ck his name was, was gonna pay. And Hawk was gonna make sure of it.
“I’m gonna go deal with this sh*thead. Beat his a*s…”
+ + +
“You’re (Y/n), right?” (Y/n) (Y/l/n) spun around quickly at the voice, confused as she didn’t recognize it, before coming face to face with the new kid she vaguely remembered from one of her earlier classes. She smiled politely, before responding.
“Yeah, that’s me.” She agreed, before a frown reached her face. “I’m sorry I don’t-“ She began apologizing for not recalling his name, but the boy cut her off with a shrug, leaning against the locker beside hers and effectively boxing her in, though (Y/n) assumed it was unintentional.
“Toby. I just moved here.” (Y/n) nodded along at his words, as she took a small step back, only for her foot to collide with the metal of a locker door.
“Toby… hi.”
“Hi…” (Y/n) wondered what exactly it was that he wanted, or whether it was just to introduce himself. But if that was the case, why hadn’t he left yet?
“Did you need something?” She asked, hoping she didn’t come off as rude or anything, though if she did, he didn’t point it out, or do anything really other than shake his head while laughing at himself.
“Sh*t, yeah. Um, I was actually wondering…” He trailed off, his eyes meeting hers in an intense gaze that she was both unwilling and unable to reciprocate. “Well, you’re really pretty, ya know…” (Y/n) didn’t like where this was going. She made to carefully remove his arm from the locker, so that she could walk away, but Toby apparently wasn’t finished, and reached for her wrist, holding it tightly in his grip to keep her in place. “Hold on just a second!” (Y/n)’s eyes widened in shock. “I dunno… I was sorta thinkin-“
“Get your f*cking hands off her, a*shole!”
+ + +
If Hawk wasn’t already seeing red at just the idea of someone he didn’t know flirting with (Y/n), the sight of her being held up against a locker with that frightened look on her face would surely have done it. And it did, for the next move Hawk made was not something that he would have ever done in front of his girlfriend had the situation not demanded it…
“Get your f*cking hands off her, a*shole!” It was like time had slowed down, and there was no one in the room but them; Hawk, and the sleezeball touching his girl.
The new guy spun around, his expression clearly annoyed, until he noticed the murderous one pointed back at him. His face dropped in worry.
“Look, dude. I dunno what you think-“ He began (trying to explain himself, perhaps?), but Hawk’s attention remained on his hand… that had yet to move.
“Oh I know exactly what I think!” He practically growled, stepping forward threateningly. “I think you’ve got your sh*tty North Hills hands all over my girlfriend, and if you don’t let go right now I’m gonna send you back to North Hills; only this time it’ll be in a body bag!” On a normal day, Hawk would’ve smirked at the “I just wet myself” look that had suddenly appeared on the dopes face, but this wasn’t a normal day. On a normal day, if some douche bag decided to mess with Hawk they’d do it directly, not through (Y/n). There was a level of respect there, at least for the girl. Because, everyone knew, messing with him was on thing, but (Y/n)? Practically a death sentence.
“I-I didn’t know-“ The new guy stuttered out, his grip finally releasing from (Y/n)’s skin, the girl slipping away from him and behind her boyfriend the moment she was able. Hawk felt her small hands tighten against the back of his hoodie and his angry frown deepened.
“Oh “you-you didn’t know”?” He mocked, carefully removing his girlfriends fingers from his clothes and advancing towards the other boy, nothing stopping him now from cracking this dweebs skull. He’d teach him not to mess with his girl again…
+ + +
Smack!
Smack!
“Ow!”
Crunch!
Pop!
Pop!
“Ughhhhhhhh…”
Crack!
“Stop, please!”
Hawk dropped the bruised and bloody body of the new kid harshly on the floor, before standing over him, his breathing heavy. (Y/n)’s eyes were wide. She’d never seen this side of him before. Sure, she knew he got into fights. She had to clean him up after them all the time. But he usually made it a point to keep her out of them. Though, (Y/n) supposed there wasn’t much way to keep her out of this one, since it happened over her. She frowned, suddenly feeling immensely guilty.
“If I see you anywhere near her again, we’ll be back here. Got it?” He snarled, his back now to (Y/n), which she appreciated, as she wasn’t sure she wanted to see his face look like that. She liked the soft way her Eli looked at her. She didn’t think she’d be too fond of visions of angry Hawk intruding her lovesick thoughts. “I said: Do. You. Understand!?!” (Y/n) watched the guy nod his head so fast she thought it might fall off, before scrambling to his feet. Hawk turned to make his way towards his friends and his girl, calling back over his shoulder as he did. “Now, get outta here before I change my mind.”
+ + +
“You okay, Princess?” Hawk had cooled down a little at the look on her face, hating that he’d contributed to it, but also knowing he’d had to do what he did. (Y/n) nodded slightly, though she wouldn’t meet his eyes. Hawk frowned, worried she was upset with him about the fight, though he couldn’t fathom why. That douchebag was hurting her. He’d just put a stop to it like any good boyfriend would. Speaking of…
“Can I see?” He gestured towards her wrist, receiving a small noise of agreement. He reached for her hand, his anger gradually returning as he took in the obvious fingerprints against her smooth skin. He tried to calm himself down, talking a deep breath before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her wrist.
“You’re gonna have a bruise.” He mumbled against her skin. But (Y/n) just shrugged.
“I don’t care.” Hawk sighed, running his hand down the side of his face anxiously.
“(Y/n)… you know I had to, right?” He asked, watching her face carefully as it changed, relief washing over him as she slowly nodded her head.
“I know… I just wanna go home. Can we?” She looked up at him with a small pout that Hawk was quick to agree to.
“Course, (Y/n/n). We can do anything you want.” He promised with a soft smile that dated back to his Eli days and was reserved exclusively for her. (Y/n) grinned a little, though Hawk wasn’t sure what was so funny. He wasn’t gonna comment on it though, just happy he’d got her smiling again.
“Ice cream?” She asked hopefully, earning a chuckle from her boyfriend, as his arm wrapped around her shoulder and he steered her towards the door.
“Sure, Princess. Whatever you want.”
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Brother's Ex-Best Friend
Summary: After watching Hawk break your brother's arm, you have trouble trusting him again.
A/n: I've discovered I enjoy writing hawk angst, so now you all must suffer
Warnings: violence, angst, injury and a rushed ending
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I only got into karate because of my brother. I agreed that it might be good to learn to defend ourselves. I had no idea that it would increase the odds of us needing to tenfold.
Now I'm hiding in the corner of the laster tag place downtown, watching the boy who used to be my best friend, who I used to believe I was in love with, beat my brother to a pulp.
He pins Demetri to the ground, grabbing his arm and tugging it back.
"Finish him!" the other Cobra Kai's shout.
"Demetri!" I jump up from my hiding spot, rushing towards them.
Demetri is trying to reason with him. "Eli, Eli, it's me," he cries.
The other Cobra Kai's are shouting over him.
"Stop!" I cry, running towards them.
Eli looks up at me, but I realize that it's no longer him. The Eli I knew was kind and loyal. The person staring over at me is the complete opposite. His stone cold face is filled with nothing but hatred.
I watch in horror, as Hawk jerks my brother's arm, bending it backwards.
The crack echoes in my ears, only drowned out by the sound of my brother's scream.
"Demetri!" I drop to the ground beside him.
The other Cobra Kai's are already turning and leaving.
"It's okay," I mumble. "It's gonna be okay."
I look up to see Hawk still staring down at us.
"Just go!" I shout at him, tears spilling past my cheeks at having to listen to Demetri's whimpers.
I reach into my pocket, digging out my phone and calling 911.
By the time I've finished explaining the situation to the operator, Hawk is gone.
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Time Skip
I wasn't able to forgive Hawk as easily as my brother did. I guess guys have a different sort of resolution to their fights. One second they hated each other, the next it was like a switch was flipped and they were best friends again.
I wasn't won over so easily, but maybe it has to do with the fact that I've barely talked to Hawk since he left Cobra Kai. Every time he comes over to hang out with Demetri, I find something to do elsewhere.
It's not until I absolutely have to, that I talk to Hawk again.
I was at work at the library where I intern. I was in charge of closing and I guess my boss didn't care if it was a sixteen year old all alone at night.
I should've locked the door after my coworker left, but I forgot.
It's my fault really.
I was shelving my last stack of books when I heard the bell of the front door.
"We're closed," I say, slipping another book into its spot.
"You hear that boys?" Kyler's voice makes my heart drop. "We got the whole place to ourselves."
A group of Cobra Kais appears in the middle of the library, about five boys.
One of them catches sight of me from my spot beside the bookshelf.
I drop the books in my hands, sprinting towards the back of the building.
Their shouts cut through the air behind me and I hear the pounding of their feet in pursuit.
I sprint down the back hallway, locking myself into the librarian's office.
The boys must not have seen where I went, because I hear them opening and closing other doors in the hallway.
I reach into my back pocket for my phone, but it's not there.
I must have left it by the front desk.
Frantically looking around, I spot the landline sitting on the desk.
I rush over to it and dial my home phone number, but no one picks up.
"Shit," I whisper, dialing Demetri next.
He doesn't answer either. My hands are shaking and my heart is about to beat out of my chest.
I try the only other number I have memorized: Eli's.
I press the numbers as fast as I can, forcing myself to take deep breaths. The door knob starts to jiggle, as I place the phone to my ear.
"Hey guys, I think she's in here!"
I press a shaky hand to my mouth, to hold back my gasp.
The phone rings...
and rings...
and
Please leave a message after the tone.
"Dammit," I mumble.
The door crashes open and I scream, dropping the phone so it dangles beside the desk by its wire.
"Looks like we've got you cornered now," one of the boys says.
I turn around, grabbing one of the books off the side table and holding it in front of me.
Kyler laughs and the others join in. "What are you gonna do?" he asks. "Smack some knowledge into me? You're such a nerd, working at the library. That's just sad."
"What do you want?" I ask.
"We just want to have a little fun. Don't we?" Kyler turns to the guys he's with and they all smirk and nod in agreement.
One by one, they're stepping closer to me. A blonde on my left is getting especially too close and I decide it's time to make my move.
I crash the book down over his head, bolting past him and around the desk.
The boys all shout in response and grab me before I can make it past the exit.
Their hands wrap around my arms, holding me in place.
I jerk and pull against their grasp, but can't manage to break free.
"You want the first shot, Andrew?" The boys turn to the blonde guy I just attacked, who's rubbing the top of his head.
"Hell yeah." He comes over to me and I start to tug harder against the hands holding me back.
"Let me go!" I shout, just to be silenced with a punch across the face.
The boys all cheer, as the left side of my face throbs.
Before I can look back, another punch is being delivered to my stomach.
It goes on like that, them taking turns hitting me until I'm gasping for breath.
Another kick is delivered to my stomach and its like I can barely feel it anymore.
"That should teach them not to pick a fight with us and not see it through," Kyler spits.
The arms around me loosen and I stumble without them holding me up.
"Let's get out of here." The boys file past me out the door, as I drop down onto the ground.
I lean my back up against the wall, struggling to catch my breath, wincing with each gulp of air.
I tell myself that I'll just sit for a little while and then I'll grab my things and go home, but I doubt I'll be able to make the walk in my condition. My vision is starting to go spotty and I’m worried I might pass out.
"Y/n? Y/n? Are you here?" The voice echoing through the halls pulls me to attention.
"Hawk?" I respond.
Before I can even sit up, he comes rushing through the door, dropping to his knees beside me.
"Jesus," he murmurs, looking at me with wide eyes.
"You came?" I whisper, not believing it to be true.
"Of course I did, I got your call. Are you okay?"
I nod, sitting up. "Yeah, I'm good."
"Here." Hawk lifts my arm, pulling it over his shoulder and lifting me up. "I'll drive you home."
We stop to grab my stuff and he helps me all the way out to his car.
I finally relax once we're on our way back to my house, letting my head fall against the head rest.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"A little after 11:00."
I sigh. "My whole family's gonna be asleep by now. I really don’t want to wake them up to this."
"You still keep your window unlocked?" Hawk asks.
"You remember that?" I ask.
"How could I forget? I spent too many nights sneaking in to hang out when you were grounded."
"God, only we were lame enough to have to sneak around just to stay home all night."
Hawk chuckles.
We pull into my driveway and Hawk hops out of the car, coming over to my side to help me.
With his support, I walk around to the back of the house, pausing below my window.
Hawk steps forward and pushes it open, turning to me and offering his intertwined hands as a platform to boost me up.
I grasp onto the windowsill and, since my bedroom's on the first floor, slip in easily.
Hawk comes in behind me and goes straight to my bathroom.
I move to sit on my bed, assuming he might just have to go, but he comes back out with a washcloth in hand.
"Can I?" he asks, approaching me.
I’m surprised by how much he cares, but nod and he presses the cool cloth to my face.
"It looks like they didn't get you too bad," he says.
Without saying anything, I reach to lift up my shirt, revealing the bruises on my stomach.
I haven't looked at them, yet, and the mixture of purple and yellow painting my skin looks worse than I could have imagined.
I turn my gaze up to see Hawk's reaction. His face is in a scowl, his nostrils flaring, as his grip on the washcloth tightens.
I'm once again reminded of why I'm so afraid of him.
"I can't believe that they ambushed you five to one," Hawk says. "Those cowards can't even make it a fair fight."
"How'd you know there were five of them," I ask.
Hawk goes back to pressing the washcloth on my cheek. "I saw them leaving when I got there."
"And you didn't stop to fight them?" I ask, confused.
Hawk furrows his brows. "No, I had to make sure you were okay."
I feel myself start to smile, because that's exactly something Eli would do.
"Let me go grab an ice pack," he pops up from the bed and leaves the room.
I take the opportunity while he's gone to change out of my jeans and blouse into loose fitting shorts and a t-shirt.
Hawk comes back from his mission, ice pack in hand, as well as a bottle of ibuprofen.
I take both, gratefully.
Hawk sits beside me on the edge of my bed, while I try and situate the ice pack on my stomach.
I can’t help but wince at the contact.
“They’re gonna fucking pay,” Hawk says.
“I’ll be fine,” I say. “Please, just leave them be.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Hawk jumps up from the bed, waving his hands and turning toward me.
The action causes me to flinch backwards, closing my eyes and putting my head down.
It’s the briefest of movements but when I look back up Hawk is staring down at me with his mouth slightly agape.
“Are you scared of me?” he asks, his voice no louder than a whisper. Almost like he doesn’t want to speak it into existence, like he can’t believe it might be true.
I shake my head, not wanting to get into it right now. “I’m just jumpy cause of everything that happened tonight.”
Hawk rolls his eyes with a shake of his head. “You forget I can always tell when you’re lying. Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”
“You broke Demetri’s arm. Demetri may be able to forget that, but I can’t. You were awful.”
Hawk’s face falls and he drops his head, avoiding eye contact.
“I know,” he murmurs. “I’m so sorry. If you’re okay, I’ll go.” He turns to head to the window. I should let him, but something about the way his head hangs low and how he refuses to meet my eye reminds me of Eli.
“Wait,” I find myself saying.
Hawk pauses and looks at me expectantly.
“You can stay,” I whisper.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
I nod. “Like old times.” I sit back on the bed, pulling my laptop up to find the Marvel movies we always watched together.
Hawk slowly sits down on the far side of my bed, putting plenty of space between us.
“You’re not going to be able to see it over there.” I slide next to him.
We sit in silence for awhile, eyes on my laptop screen. It’s not long before I start to feel tired, my head drops slightly, resting on his shoulder.
I feel Hawk tense a little at the contact and my head jerks back up with an apology.
“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind,” Hawk says and I rest my head against him once more.
I fall asleep like that, my head on his shoulder and when I wake up in the morning my face is planted on his chest.
I rub my eyes, sitting up and the movement causes Hawk to stir beneath me.
“Sorry for falling asleep,” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “Don’t be. It was nice to hang out like we used to. I missed you.”
His words make me pause. “I missed you, too.”
We sit like that, me leaning over him staring into each others eyes until Hawk breaks the silence.
“Uh, how are you feeling?” he asks.
“Sore,” I reply, “But I’ll be okay.”
“Thank you,” I add. “For coming.”
“I’ll always come get you, y/n.” Hawk’s eyes meet mine again and I can’t help, but feel drawn toward him.
His hand reaches up to brush the side of my face.
My heartbeat is fluttering, my mind is on overdrive trying to process what’s happening.
And then he kisses me, and it’s like the whole world goes still.
When we finally pull away both of us are smiling.
“I love you,” Hawk says. “I’ve loved you since we were kids and I need you to know it.”
His confession leaves me stunned, but my answer is easy. “I love you, too.”
Even though I’ve had my reservations about him recently I know it’s true. I realized it last night. I love the boy sitting across from me, Hawk and Eli alike.
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He’s Got The Fire
[Johnny Lawrence x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: To your surprise, Johnny shows up at your window unannounced, but it doesn’t take long to realize it’s not for kicks {GIF Creds: pilvimarja}.
WC: 2076
Category: Slight Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff
Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t started writing this franchise earlier given how it’s about equal with my love for BTTF
『••✎••』
The sun had already gone down a while ago, the air was crisp, and the sky was starry. It was the perfect evening to watch the moon rise. The wind carried a chill, and the trees were almost bare, swaying in the breeze.
With a sigh, you closed the book you had been reading and stretched your legs, looking out the window of your room. By now, everyone had been asleep for a few hours, and you worked on upcoming assignments to pass the time. But when you had gotten to your last one, you just couldn't be bothered anymore, so you set it aside.
The quietness was nice, and the light from the moon cast a blue-ish glow on everything around you. You were so calm, but there was still something that had you feeling off.
Johnny.
He was never around much lately. It wasn't surprising, but it was disheartening. Ever since that championship loss a while back, he had been training even harder, and when he wasn't training, he was out doing god-knows-what.
You understood how important Cobra Kai was to him, but the fact that he was putting everything else on the back burner really had you worried. He had a tendency to go down the wrong path and not think about the consequences until after the fact. You hoped that wasn't what was happening this time.
Pulling your knees up, you rested your head on them and looked out at the night. There was a full moon, and you wondered if Johnny had noticed. He used to love taking walks at night just to see the moon and look up at the stars.
He had changed so much since then. That fire inside of him burned so brightly that sometimes you wondered if it would burn him, too.
Sitting like that for a while, you lost track of time. It was easy to get distracted and drift away from reality when your mind wandered. It was something you were trying to work on, and you were actually doing pretty well.
Until you heard a pang on your window.
Sitting up, you looked around, wondering if a bird had flown into it, but you saw nothing. Your mind immediately went to a branch falling or something like that, and you were ready to dismiss the strange noise and go back to daydreaming.
But the pang came again, and your heart leaped in your throat. You stood and cautiously moved toward the window. At the same time, a face popped up from below, and you shrieked.
He motioned for you to open the window, along with attempts to hush you. It was a very frantic gesture, and you felt your heart rate rise. You quickly opened the window and stuck your head out.
"Johnny?!" You whispered-yelled, and he was pulling himself up. "What are you doing?"
"Shhh!" He held a finger to his lips and looked behind him, and your eyebrows furrowed.
"Johnny-"
"Do you want the whole neighborhood to know I'm here? Let me in!"
You stared at him for a moment longer before helping him through the window. It didn’t go as smoothly as one would expect, like the movies, but he managed to tumble in. You stood there, arms folded, as he dusted himself off.
You haven’t seen him in so long, and the day you choose to miss him, he shows up out of nowhere. You would’ve called yourself psychic if it weren’t for the fact that Johnny always did the unexpected.
He looked… good, to say the least. The red jacket still fit him perfectly; his blonde hair was combed and fluffy, and his eyes were still focused and alert, even if his body language seemed a little sluggish.
To be honest, Johnny was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. His sharp jawline, his toned muscles, and that cocky smile of his. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way he always looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.
For a while, you didn’t understand why he chose to pursue you, of all people. He could have anyone he wanted. You weren't exactly a social butterfly, and you always got nervous and shy in the presence of others.
Johnny was the opposite of you. He was outgoing, and his charisma attracted everyone to him. And the way his voice was so smooth and deep. He could be the most annoying person on the planet, but when he said your name, you would melt.
So when he asked you out, you thought it was some sort of joke. I mean, he was the hottest guy in school. And you were just… you.
But then you realized there was more to him than just the bad boy exterior. He had a sensitive side, and his vulnerability was endearing. His family was… well, a lot. His mom was nice, but she had her fair share of issues, and his stepfather was a piece of work.
It only took one date to realize the Johnny you were accustomed to wasn’t the real him. The real him was like you… except he could kick ass and had some pent-up anger issues.
And yet, here you were.
"Johnny-" You began, but he stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You stood stiffly, arms at your sides.
"God, I've missed you."
That was the last thing you expected him to say. You felt your face heat up, your chest warm up, and your shoulders slumped. You melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him.
"I've missed you too."
You could feel him grin against the top of your head, and he squeezed you a little tighter. He was so warm, and it made you forget the fact that he was literally climbing through your window at almost midnight.
After a minute or so, he pulled away and held your face in his hands. You were looking into those piercing blue eyes, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach.
"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice a little above a whisper.
He hesitated, and that was the moment you knew something was wrong. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"I, uh… I needed to see you."
You raised an eyebrow, but you didn't say anything. You were waiting for him to elaborate, but when he didn't, you sighed and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the bed. You sat on the edge, and he followed.
"Johnny," You said, turning toward him and placing a hand on his knee. "Talk to me. What's going on?"
"Nothing, I just… wanted to see you."
You didn't say anything. You knew better than that. So you waited.
"Okay, okay," He sighed. "Look, I'm not gonna lie to you, but I can’t tell you why."
"That's reassuring."
"It's just… things are… well, I just needed to get away. It's nothing, I'm fine, don't worry."
You were silent. You didn't really know what to say. There was so much going on, and it was hard for you to believe him when he told you not to worry.
"Is it… Is it Sid? Your mom?"
"Just…” He shook his head and stood, rubbing the back of his neck. He started pacing, and that was when you knew he was really upset. “Just drop it, alright? Everything's fine."
“You ignored me for the past two weeks, Johnny. Something is wrong."
He stopped and glared at you, and you froze. You were taken aback by the expression on his face. He seemed frustrated and almost angry.
The look… you knew it wasn’t directed at you, but you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He was always so hot-headed and stubborn, and when his mood shifted, you had a hard time knowing what to do.
He seemed to realize his expression and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh.
"Sorry, God, I'm sorry, it's not you. I'm just-" He sighed and plopped back down on the bed next to you, running his hands over his face. "I'm a fucking mess, okay? Just forget I came."
It was weird how, in certain situations, you could completely shift into a different person. You’ve seen it in movies and TV, and it was a cliche. You didn’t think it would ever happen to you.
And yet, the second you heard the words come out of his mouth, you were hit with an overwhelming urge to turn his head towards yours, grab his face in your hands, and kiss him.
So you did.
You couldn’t really tell him why you did it. It just felt like the right thing to do, and it was an impulse. You figured it was the best way to let him know that you were here and he wasn’t alone.
The second your lips met, he was leaning into you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. You could feel the passion and desperation behind the kiss, and it took you a moment to match his energy.
He was rough and intense, and he pulled away after a few moments, moving to your neck. You gasped and gripped the collar of his jacket, feeling the heat of his lips on your skin.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. And it was true. You had missed him more than you had thought. You had almost forgotten how much of a force he was to be reckoned with.
You let out a shaky breath, trying to form words, but failing. Instead, you tugged on his jacket and pulled him towards you, hoping he would get the message.
And he did.
His lips found yours again, and he was pushing you back, holding himself above you with one hand. His other was moving up your shirt, his fingers grazing your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise.
Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers danced across your ribs. His lips were rough, but they moved with such grace and delicacy it was hard to keep up.
He pulled away for a moment, and you looked up at him, catching your breath. His blonde hair was messy, and his eyes were a little hooded. He looked like a mess, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.
You reached up and brushed his hair back, giving him a soft smile.
“Is that…” His eyes peered away from you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Do you still have that damn elephant?"
Your eyes followed his, and you spotted the elephant in question. It was a gift Johnny had given you back when things were different. Come to think of it, you weren’t even sure you were together at that point.
"Why wouldn't I?" You asked, and he chuckled. “Ozzy's special."
"You named it? What are you, ten?"
You swatted his arm, and he laughed again. His eyes found yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. It felt like old times.
"Don't make fun of him. You gave him to me."
"Yeah, whatever," He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. "Can't believe you kept him."
"I keep a lot of stuff, Johnny. Especially when they're meaningful."
He was silent for a moment, his eyes still focused on you. The moonlight was shining through the window and casting a shadow on his face.
"I keep a lot of things, too."
Before you could say anything, he was leaning down and kissing you again. You could tell this one was different, more meaningful, like he was pouring his heart and soul into the kiss.
And he was.
He wanted you to know how he felt about you without actually saying it. And although you weren’t really sure what was going on, you had a feeling this was what it was.
The fire inside of him was burning again, but finally, after so long, he realized that he needed to take a breather every now and then. Add some water to the flames.
It was a delicate balance. And although he may be bad at showing his feelings, talking about them, or acknowledging them, you were there to make sure he didn't lose himself in the heat.
And maybe, just maybe, the flame was a little more subdued, and the burn a little less harsh.
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ok maybeeee 3 and 4 from the prompt list for poly!moonhawk
(also if you want me to resend this as a celebration request i totally will and also i can and will send more if that won’t be overwhelming, i just love this idea so much)
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i am for real so excited to write for this pairing !!
i got very carried away
3- hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve
4- ^^ the other notices so they pull them into a hug, smiling as they just watch them melt
while you had never been much of a fan of karate, you knew this was something you could not miss.
your boyfriends dojo was competing in the all valley tournament and you and your girlfriend were sat amongst the rivalling dojo's families almost on the edge of your seat.
while moon had assured you a number of times that everything was going to be fine, it didnt stop your nerves.
you knew hawk could handle himself, but that didnt lessen the fear of him getting seriously injured.
one wrong move and he could break something major.
it was different when you stopped by the dojo to see him training, because while part of the motto of cobra kai was ' no mercy ' no one in there was set out to truly hurt their friends.
he could get truly hurt out here.
you had shared your concerns with moon last night while hawk was doing some last minute training.
laying on her bed doing nothing in particular apart from chatting with some music in the background with her head rested in your lap.
your're not sure how you ended up sitting like it but you weren't complaining.
' hawk's going to be okay tomorrow, right? i mean- i know he does this practically every day, but it's different. these people aren't his friends, they aren't going to pull their punches. '
while you talked you felt moons hand lift to thread her fingers through yours, pulling them to her chest and pressing a short kiss onto them.
' he's going to be fine. he knows what he's doing. they're not going to pull their punches but there's referees so it's safer than a street fight. '
her words went quite a long way to comfort you as this was going to be your first time watching hawk compete while moon had seen him before.
you could trust her words.
but it didnt completely squash the nerves in the pit of your stomach.
even when hawk returned from training and told you himself that he was going to be fine.
the three of you stayed at moons overnight with the plan to drive to the tournament tomorrow morning.
and that's exactly what you all did.
after arriving at the tournament, hawk went off to join his dojo after both you and moon wished him luck and told him to kick ass.
the two of you had been sat on the benches of there venue waiting for cobra kai to compete.
more specifically, waiting for hawk to step up to the mat.
when you heard his name called you could feel moon stiffen beside you and you had the exact same reaction, your hand reaching out to grasp onto hers.
the guy he was up against was big. he looked to be about 160 pounds of pure muscle with at least 8 inches on hawk including his hair.
" oh god " you muttered under your breath, watching as both contenders bowed to eachother before assuming their first fighting position.
it was as though you blacked out until the referee called the fight, announcing hawk as the winner, even if his bloodied nose said otherwise.
it was your first time seeing him fight outside of practising at the dojo and he was very good.
with every fight it got easier to watch, until you were actually enjoying seeing him do something he loved.
until the semi finals.
you and moon were both up on your feet at this point, partially out of nerves and just needing to stand up, and partially so he knew that you two were rooting for him all the way up there.
your excitement and joy was wiped away when a swift kick to the face sent hawk flying to the floor.
you waited for him to get up like he had been doing all day, but he didn't.
his opponent was announced the winner of the match and hawk lay still on the floor.
you suddenly remembered why you were so scared.
it took a minute for him to get up, and even when he finally did he was stumbling quite a bit.
there wasnt even a discussion between you and moon before you collected your things and stood from the stands to go and find him where he was inevitably receiving a little bit of medical attention.
in the back hallways of the venue it was almost silent apart from the echo from the main area where the fights were still commencing.
the thing that gave away where he was was a pair of voices from behind a door.
moon was first through to push through the door, with yourself close in tow.
you found what you expected, a medic sat infront of hawk performing tests to ensure he didnt have a concussion and issuing bandaids, tissues and an ice pack for the inevitable headache .
when she noticed the two other girls in the room she was quick to respond
" you two can't be back here "
" it's okay," hawk interrupted, his eyes landing on the two of you. " they're my girlfriends "
" you're girlfriend can stay but you can't both be back here " you assumed the medic thought he was just a bit confused from the head trauma.
" no, we're both his girlfriend " you corrected, knowing it was hard to grasp for some people. while you tried to be kind it was very hard to be right now when you could see blood pouring out of your boyfriends nose.
" oh- how modern...i'll leave you three to it then " she muttered out, leaving behind two advil for hawk along with a bottle of water before she scuttled out of the room while a soft smile rested on all of your faces.
that was always fun.
once the three of you were alone, all forms of restraint you usually held went out the window.
" are you okay? that looked like a nasty kick " you questioned, taking the ice pack from his hand to hold against his head, his hand dropping down to rest on your leg.
" i'm fine. just some bruises and a very mild concussion " he muttered somewhat angrily.
a concussion meant he couldnt train for a couple of days.
" you have a concussion and you think you're fine ?" moon questioned, her voice rising in volume slightly as she delicately wiped at the blood under his nose with her thumb.
" yes, because i am fine. " he assured her even if neither of you were believing it.
the look you exchanged with moon was enough to communicate an entire conversation without saying anything.
that short conversation between the three of you was enough for you to know that hawk was more than disappointed he had not only lost, but had ended up with an injury other than a bruise.
so you posed a question to him
" d'you want to stay or we can get out of here before everyone else ?"
there were a few moments before he answered.
" let's get out of here. " his reply set a minuscule smile onto your lips and moons.
" i'll go grab the car and i'll meet you out front " moon said simply, picking up her bag and pressing a short kiss onto both of your lips before walking out to get the car.
" you okay ?" you asked in a volume just above a whisper.
he nodded mildly, his eyes meeting yours.
" yeah, just gotta get out of here " he replied, standing from the bench you were sat on and reaching into his bag to grab a sweater to throw on over his slightly bloodied gi.
once he collected his things, the two of you walked down the hallway towards the front of the building where moon would soon be pulling up with the car.
while you waited leant against the wall of the building, you decided to fill the silence, fiddling slightly with the edge of his sweater sleeve as it hung around his wrist.
" you were amazing today. i've never seen you fight like that before...was pretty hot "
you couldnt even keep a straight face while saying that, a slight smirk edging it's way onto your lips as you met his gaze.
" yeah, " he started, lifting his arm to drape over your shoulders and pull you further into his side. " pretty hot seeing me kick some ass ?" he muttered quietly, a soft laugh edging on his tone
" yeah, not so much watching you get your ass kicked, but for the most part " you teased, your smile almost breaking past the boundaries of your face.
you weren't surprised when that comment earned you a pinch at your waist.
a car horn scared the shit out of you, causing you to almost jump out of hawk's grasp.
it was only when you heard your girlfriends signature laugh that your heart rate started returning to normal
" sorry, didn't mean to scare you guys " while that statement was definitely false, you couldnt bring yourself to care.
after climbing into the car, moon drove you to her place seeing as her parents weren't home until tomorrow and the three of you could spend the night again.
your evening was spent sprawled out across a set of soft sheets with moon's laptop playing an old movie while the three of you went between watching it, chatting in hushed tones and sharing very soft kisses.
it was as if hawk never even lost.
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Out of your system // Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz x Reader
Summary: You are in a completely different dojo and face Cobra Kai, including Hawk and Tory, at a tourney. The tension between you and Hawk is too strong from the beginning, and well, you just need to get it out of your system. But there is something else...
Pairing: Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz x Reader
Warnings: Language, fighting, wild make-out session
A/N: This is my first Cobra Kai Story :) Hope you enjoy! (The way Hawk would look at you!)
Exuberant and confident, the Cobra Kai students stand in front of the arena. As always, they know, or think they know, that they will bring home the trophy again this year.
"Hey guys, have you heard about that other dojo?" blurts Mitch and the others look at him.
"What dojo? What the hell are you talking about?" asks Hawk, raising an eyebrow. His look is the same as always. Arrogant and cocky.
"I heard about a dojo competing today, and supposedly they have a real machine," Mitch continues.
At this moment, a car pulls up. It is a matte black Audi RS3 Sportback, and a silver panther is on the side. The students of Cobra Kai look up in anticipation.
"You got to be shitting me...," Hawk breathes as he sees the sticker of a dojo on the back window.
Silver Panther Dojo
Hawk's mouth drops open as he spots you getting off. For a moment, he stares at you, but then you turn around and brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He's rarely seen a prettier girl than you.
Then you look at Hawk, who briefly averts his eyes, but then he looks at you again. You meet his gaze and then raise an eyebrow before snorting in amusement and disappearing inside the arena.
"What the hell was that?" asks Tory after a while, looking at Hawk.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You - dumbass," she says, then looks at the entrance. "And her. You just undressed her with your eyes."
"No, I didn't," Hawk waves off.
"Oh, yes, you did," Tory teases him further, but Hawk has had enough. He stands very close in front of Tory and looks at her menacingly.
"I fucking did not!"
Just as Tory is about to say something else, Kreese steps behind her. "Come on! In you go!"
As they change clothes and wait to warm up, Hawk spots you again. You're standing a few feet from him, stretching. Hawk's eyes roam over your perfect body. You're so flexible, and those curves...
"Snap out of it, will you! I'm not gonna lose that trophy 'cause you give our competition the fuck-eyes."
Annoyed, Hawk turns to Tory. "Just shut the fuck up, Tory, okay. I'm not giving her the fuck-eyes. And I will prove it to you."
Hawk stands behind you and lets his gaze roam over your backside once more. He waves Mitch, Edwin, and a few others over, then walks toward you. Tory follows them as well, eager to see what he does now.
At that moment, you stand up straight, grab your towel, and then turn around. You didn't expect to almost run into Hawk like that. You take another step backward, but Hawk steps in front of you again.
The tension between you is charged, and you can almost hear it crackle.
"Can I help you?" you ask, perkily raising an eyebrow.
Hawk's typical smug smile appears on his face. "You wanna help us, princess? If anything else, we are gonna help you."
You snort. "Oh yeah?" You now take a step closer to Hawk and whisper against his lips. "Guess what, Mohawk. I don't need your help."
You're about to push past him when Hawk grabs you by the arm. "You're pretty cheeky. You know that?" he asks, and your lips are only inches apart. "Just know we won't go easy on you just because you're a girl. We will take you down."
You yank your arm away from Hawk. "Oh, I'd like to see you try."
As you stomp away, Hawk watches you go. As you disappear around the corner, he turns to Tory to show her he is right, but Tory just laughs.
"Wow, you serious? The fucking tension between you two makes me sick."
Annoyed, Hawk turns away from Tory. He's not attracted to you after all. The only one who had his attention until now was Moon, but now... His gaze briefly wanders to the bench in the back, where he can see you talking to your sensei. At that moment, you look up and give Hawk a dirty look.
Then it finally starts. The first few fights begin, and Hawk watches anxiously. He wants to know what's coming up, after all.
"Next up, Mitchell Sanders against Y/N Y/L/N," the speaker calls out, and Mitch stands next to Hawk.
"A girl. Should be an easy one," he says, and Hawk punches in at him. But then the two see who is getting ready. It's you. Hawk laughs and then comes over to you.
"Now let's see what you are made of, princess," he says, and you look up at him.
"With pleasure!" she pushes Hawk aside and then joins Mitch on the mat.
"Okay, bow to each other," the referee calls, and you bow to your opponent, who does the same. You quickly realize he's from the same dojo as the pompous guy with the mohawk. "Good, now bow to me," the ref continues.
Then the fight begins. Hawk smugly stands next to the mat and watches you, but the smirk quickly disappears from his face as he watches you fight. You are just incredible. Slowly he lowers his arms, and his mouth opens. It doesn't take long, and Mitch is on his back.
"One Point!" says the ref, pointing at you.
"Wow, your girlfriend is really good," Tory says, standing next to Hawk.
"She's not my fucking girlfriend." Furious, Hawk stomps away.
The following fights are not unexpected. Hawk defeats his opponents, Tory defeats hers, and you defeat yours. The board indicates that the next fight is between Tory and you.
"Next up: Tory Nichols from Cobra Kai and Y/N Y/L/N from Silver Panther."
You and Tory face each other. You bow and then take your fighting positions.
"You know what a silver panther is, right?" Tory asks you, and you squeeze your eyes together. You've watched her before and know she's trying to intimidate her opponents. However, you don't respond. "Silver Panthers are the old ones. Slow and without reaction."
"Why don't you just shut up, huh? More fighting, less talking," you say, clenching your fists.
When the ref gives the okay, you both fire away and start punching each other. Your talents are incredibly even; one by one, you score until the score is 2-2.
As you get ready to face each other for the third and final time, you see the guy with the mohawk standing behind Tory, watching you. Tory follows your gaze and then grins at you.
"No worries. He will fuck you either way. Even if you lose."
You frown, and your attention returns to Tory. Then the ref gives the go-ahead, and you start punching her. Over and over, you kick at her, then hit her again with your fists so she can only defend herself and nothing else.
Again you face each other. Then you do a pike roll, put your legs around her middle, and roll again, so she slams on the mat. Quickly you sit on her and give her the last blow. In the corner of your eye, you see the ref's flag go up.
"One Point." He takes your hand and raises it. "Winner."
You send a smug smile toward Mohawk before kneeling to Tory. "You know... Now that I won, maybe I will fuck him," you say, winking at her.
"The big finale is done. We start in fifteen minutes. Hawk against Y/N Y/L/N. Let's see who will be the new All Valley Champion."
"That bitch!" grumbles Tory as she sits on the floor next to Hawk.
"Oh, now you don't like her that much. What?" Hawk teases her.
"Shut up, Hawk! You still have to face her. Oh, and btws, I think she wants to fuck you, too."
Hawk's head shoots up, and he looks at Tory. "What the fuck are you talking about now?"
Tory stands up and walks toward Hawk. "You eye-fucked her since she got here, and the tension between you is far from enduring. That's why I told her that you would fuck her even if she loses. When that bitch won, she said she's probably gonna fuck you anyway now."
Hawk and Tory look over at you, and you feel their eyes on you, which is why you look up. Your gaze meets Hawk's, and you both stare at each other for a moment.
When the fight finally starts, you face Hawk and bow. He does so as well, and his gaze remains on your eyes.
"Fighting positions!"
You take your position and raise your hands. When the ref gives the go, you go right at it. You kick at Hawk, but he blocks all your punches.
As you lunge again, he grabs your leg and pulls you closer to him so that your faces are once again inches apart.
"So, how about that fuck later?" he whispers to you, and you're totally thrown off your game, which is why he can throw you onto your back easily.
"One Point."
Hawk reaches out to help you up, but you swat it away and resume your fighting stance.
"That was dirty," you hiss at him, and he winks.
"Not as dirty, what I will do to you later."
"Go!"
The two of you start fighting each other again, and it continues with numerous dirty and lewd remarks until it's 2-2 again.
After that, neither of you manages to score another point. Both of you are always close, but then the other can block again. After 3 minutes of fighting, the ref interrupts.
"Okay, stop! We're going to take a 15-minute break," he calls, and you take a step back. You take a deep breath and then walk quickly to the dressing room.
Your ego is bruised that you let yourself be distracted by such cheap talk in the first place, and secondly, that this stupid fight still isn't over.
With your eyes closed, you stand next to the bench and rub your knuckles, which are cracked from all the attacks. Then you close your eyes and take a deep breath.
"So, what do you say?" you suddenly hear a whisper by your ear, which makes you wince. Of course, you immediately know who it is.
You feel his chest against your back and his hand suddenly resting on your hip. All your muscles tense, and you turn your head in his direction. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and again you feel the tension between you.
His hand moves from your hip over your stomach. He starts kissing your neck, and you take a deep breath.
"Is that a yes?" he asks softly, and the vibration of his voice sends goosebumps down your body again.
Then you turn and look into his blue eyes. With the smug smile still on his lips, he looks at you.
"You really think it's that easy?" you whisper after a while.
He puts his hands on your hips again and pulls you closer to him. "I could do more convincing if you want to," he says, kissing your neck again before moving his mouth further down.
He pushes your gi aside a little, giving him more access.
"I don't know if this a good idea," you say, panting, and put your arms around him.
Hawk gives you a gentle squeeze and then looks you in the eye. "I'm not gonna say it is, but..." he starts and then kisses you passionately. His tongue runs over your bottom lip, and you open your mouth to let him in.
Suddenly Hawk's hands were all over your body.
"Jesus, you are so fucking hot!" gasps Hawk against your lips, and you can't help but smirk.
He opens your gi and slides the jacket over your shoulders. His hands are quickly back on your body, exploring your skin. Then his hands move down to your ass, and he grabs it before lifting you so you can wrap your legs around his middle.
Hawk takes a few steps backward and then sits on the bench with you on his lap. Suddenly, you feel his fingers on your waistband and stop him.
"Wait... I won't - I won't go any further, understood," you say, biting your lips. You avert your eyes from Hawk and look down at yourself.
"Hey," he says more gently than you ever expected him to. "It's okay... We don't-" he says, but then a loud tone sounds, and you both look up. "Shit, the fight," he says and looks at you.
You smirk and then get off his lap before putting your gi jacket back on. You then make your way out of the locker room, but just before you reach the door, Hawk grabs you by your wrist and then pushes you against the wall.
"This isn't finished, sweetheart," he whispers before placing his lips on yours and kissing you.
When he lets go of you, you smile softly at him. "I guess that was something that we needed to get out of our system."
"Guess so."
Together, you walk back out to finish your fight.
"All right, let's finish this," the ref says before you bow to each other again, then take your fighting positions.
You wink almost imperceptibly at Hawk as the ref gives the go-ahead for the final round.
30 seconds later, you're lying on your back on the mat with Hawk bent over you. Your chest rises and falls quickly, and you look him in the eye.
"Looks like you didn't hold back this time, huh?" you ask, and Hawk winks again.
"Oh, just wait for the next time; I get you without this Gi," he whispers and then gets off you.
He helps you to your feet, and his friends are already running towards him to celebrate with him for the win. You smile at the sight but then turn away and go to your sensei and friends.
A little later, you are approached again as you stand outside by your car, just loading your bag.
"I meant it."
You turn around, and Hawk is standing in front of you. "What do you mean?"
"That I wanna see you again," Hawk says, and you step closer to him.
"Oh, so that's what that meant," you say with a smile, and he nods with a shoulder shrug.
You walk up to him, take his cell phone out of his hand, and put in your number. Then you open your car and get in. Before you close the door, however, you look again at Hawk.
"I really enjoyed your company too, Eli."
Then you get in and drive away. Hawk looks after you and, at that moment, realizes that you called him Eli. The question, however, was how you knew his real name.
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dating hawk (eli moskowitz) hcs
this mf is the best bf material yall i stg
overprotective as fuck, king of pda. always has an arm around your waist/shoulder or holds your hand, kisses you anywhere, anytime.
mf about to start real drama shit if a male approaches you
"who the fuck are you?"
if he sees anyone making his gf uncomfortable he's throwing kicks and punches in no time
clingy, touch starved. wants to be around you 24/7. date night every night even if yall see each other at school all day
"wear whatever ya want, i can fight." type of boyfriend
very attentive and supportive. he's a good observer and does everything he can to not make you sad/uncomfy. will back you up in any situation, supports whatever you want to do
loves seeing his clothes on you, hides your clothes in his place to make you wear his.
carries 2 jackets in case you get cold too
mf loves cuddling he's the big spoon, likes knowing that he makes you feel safe. kisses your neck and carresses your hair while cuddling
loves staying in and just listen to music while cuddling in rainy days
chooses sad romance movies to make you cry and comforts you
loves it when you make him lay on your lap and play with his hair (when it's down) while you tell him about your day
if someone makes you mad throwing kicks in no time again
loves it when you get mad at him though will never admit it
learns how to cook for you
has complicated feelings about you getting into a fight
"go babe, kick their ass!"
hawk cheered as he watched you.
"that's my girl."
"hey, calm down!"
hawk wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to himself, not allowing you to attack as he held you tightly
"you could've gotten hurt, just call me instead."
makes a playlist for you, new songs every week
most toxic trait is jealousy. gets jealous too easily. he either walks up to you and kisses you aggressively / puts his hand around your waist or straight up punches the person
buys you rings bc he loves it when you wear rings
puts his hand on your thigh when you sit next to him
kisses.all.over.your.face.
no matter where you are, he kisses you. lips, cheeks, shoulders, neck, nose, forehead, anywhere.
picks it up real quick if you're bummed. puts on your comfort movie, makes your comfort food and goes into it
"you know i'm here for you."
"let it all out."
best bf
##nsfw
he's kinky, can't convince me otherwise
dom leaning but likes to be topped by you once in a while
loves it when you sit on his lap. starts sucking and kissing your neck while he places his hands on your hips go grind you down on him
service dom
is open to try stuff on condition that it's not something that might hurt you
more into going down on you than you going down on him
will 100% overstim you and keep his head between your thighs until you scream his name while crying from pleasure
fav position is whatever it is called when you're sitting on his lap
loves both receiving and giving hickys especially your/his neck
also loves the red scratch marks on his back <3
#cobra kai x reader#cobra kai fandom#cobra kai fanfic#hawk cobra kai#hawk x reader#eli moskowitz x reader#eli moskowitz#cobra kai#hawk x y/n#miguel diaz#miguel x reader#johnny lawrence#robby keene#robby x reader#tory nichols#samantha larusso#daniel larusso
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Cruel to be Kind (Terry Silver)
TW- um... about that... *inhales,* noncon touching, mentions of harassment, size/strength kink if you squint, vomit, blood, literal murder, general toxic yandere-esque behavior; no need to worry about me at all btw thx for asking ❤️
Summary- Terry finds out that a coworker has been bothering you and you insist he stays out of it, but he takes matters into his own hands. Literally. And let's just say that it could go better.
Pls I beg you to be kind for this first foray into writing for this character. I was inspired by the phenomenal writings of @karatekels and @terrence-silver, hopefully it's an enjoyable read. It was cathartic for me to write bc I'm dealing with a v creepy guy where I work right now and it makes me feel just the tiniest bit better to imagine Terry destroying him.
“You’re quiet today. Is everything alright?”
Terry’s curious voice sounded from the leather armchair where he sat. His face was still slightly downturned from when he had been reading the book in his lap, but his eyes were directed up at her quizzically.
It was the end of a long workday for both he and Y/N, and after dinner they had decided to simply sit and enjoy each other’s company- he in the armchair, and she on the couch perpendicular to him. However, his attempts at conversation quickly fizzled out with short, superficial replies from Y/N. While she was usually vibrant, having no shortage of things to say as her dark eyes glittered with excitement, that evening, her distant gaze reflected that her thoughts were elsewhere.
At Terry’s question, Y/N’s gaze snapped out of the distance and onto him, his favorite place for it to be.
“Yes, of course, everything’s fine,” she smiled and nodded, with what looked like substantial effort, sitting with her feet curled up on the couch.
Terry removed his glasses and snapped the cover of his book closed. “Darling, how long until you finally realize that you can’t lie to me?” They’d been together for five years and married for three of them, and she had yet to succeed.
“I…” Y/N opened her mouth to make another hollow proclamation about how fine she was but thought better of it. “It’s nothing; it’s not important. You have better things to worry about.”
She stared down at her hands, twisted together in her lap. Embarrassment washed over her in an intense red flush as she thought about what she was bothered by, praying that she wouldn’t have to tell him.
Terry leaned forward almost imperceptibly in his chair, lowering his voice, his expression softening in the way that it only did for her.
“Should I be worried? Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”
“It’s just… you have a tendency to… overreact.” Y/N briefly met his eyes, even though she knew without looking at them that they were piercing through her.
“Oh?”
Y/N could tell from that single syllable of Terry’s response that what she’d said had been the wrong thing to say. The soft expression returned to its typical severity.
“Give me an example. Give me an example of a time I ‘overreacted’,” he gestured for her to go on, leaning back into the armchair and crossing one long leg over the other.
“Terry…”
“No, I want to know. Tell me so I can learn how to handle myself better.” His voice was laced with sarcasm. Her stomach sank, but there was no turning back from the conversation now. His interest was piqued, and like an animal on the hunt, he wasn’t about to let the matter go.
“Well, like the time that guy hit on me at the charity ball and you roundhouse-kicked him in the garden.” Y/N replied cautiously, cringing, not only remembering the feeling of that creep groping her again, but also the shock of Terry’s dramatic reaction to it.
Rather than hotly debate that past event with her, which was what Y/N expected, he simply cocked his head and asked “Is this like that time?”
“Just… please be calm.”
“I am calm.” His voice took on an unmistakably harder edge as he leaned toward her again, waves of silver hair framing his face, and just like that it softened. His capacity to pivot from one mood to another, moment-by-moment, never failed to amaze her. Terry rose from his chair and took the place next to Y/N on the couch, resting one of his large, warm hands over hers, which were sitting on the tops of her thighs. “You’re just worrying me. What’s going on?”
Y/N sighed, her eyes affixed to the floor, fidgeting nervously with Terry’s hand as she spoke. “There’s this guy who’s a higher-up in my department at work- Brian- who’s been… bothering me. At first, he just made a lot of, like, off-color jokes, but now he’s also touched me a couple of times and- I mean, maybe it was an accident, but…” Her voice had become barely a mumble. “I just feel really uncomfortable… and I don’t want it to escalate anymore…”
She paused briefly and finally turned her head to face him. He remained silent, and unlike how he could so easily with her, she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. The silence intensified her nervousness, so she rambled on.
“I’m trying to figure out how I should handle it without causing a big scene because, other than that, I have a really good thing going there, but… I’m just afraid that one day he’s going to be outside waiting for me in the parking lot or something.” She was shaking by this point and turned away from him again.
With a husband who was known for being so strikingly intelligent and capable of handling himself, Y/N felt utterly stupid for 1) getting into such a situation in the first place, and 2) not yet managing to get it under control. She wondered if a “strike first, strike hard, no mercy” lecture was coming.
Instead, she was surprised when he rose from the couch and strode toward one of the tall living room windows, hands in his pockets.
“Does this prick know that you’re married?” he asked.
She held up her left hand, adorned with a large and intricately detailed ring that was hard, if not impossible, for anyone to miss.
“Does he know who you’re married to?”
“I doubt there’s anyone in town who doesn’t,” Y/N uttered a half-hearted laugh.
“And do you dislike that?” He stepped back toward her with measured steps, but his blue eyes flashed. “Is there a reason you don’t want to be associated with me?”
“I just don’t like being treated differently,” she said wistfully, thinking back to when she was just another random person and not Terry Silver’s wife. “Sometimes I feel like I get things I didn’t earn. Sometimes people act like they’re afraid of me.”
“They’re not afraid of you, angel. They’re afraid of me,” Terry replied, his matter-of-fact tone contrasted by the tension of his fists and the vein protruding from his forehead. “But apparently, not enough. If someone disrespects you, they disrespect me.”
Y/N’s shoulders sagged in frustration. “Don’t make this out to be an attack on your ego; this has nothing to do with you-”
“It has everything to do with me!”
She flinched and he made a conscious effort to lower his voice, crouching at her feet and taking her hands, tilting her chin up to force her to look at him. “A threat to you is a threat to me because I care about you so deeply. And no one threatens me and gets away with it.”
“Terry, now you’re scaring me…” She tried to shrink away from his touch, but he was slipping too far into his own anger to notice. The idea of some creep feeling entitled to put their filthy, unworthy hands on his wife, reducing her vivacious personality and sweet smile to a quiet, blank stare, had Terry seeing red.
“This jackass put his hands on you? I’ll put my hands around his neck until it snaps,” he growled.
“Terry! Please, let me resolve this. Don’t hurt him-”
“-Don’t hurt him?” he was incredulous. They rose to their feet together, where he towered over her and gripped her by the shoulders. “He hurt you, I’ll hurt him. Cause and effect. Actions have consequences. If he doesn’t have an understanding of that concept, I’ll give him one…”
“‘Consequences’ doesn’t have to mean breaking his legs. I am begging you, please just let me handle this and don’t do anything, not yet- promise me, sweetheart, please. For me.” Y/N’s voice shook as she pleaded with him, hands fisted in his shirt, trying with everything in her power not to cry as she felt tears shimmer at the corners of her eyes.
Terry stared down at her wordlessly, but his face calmed, and he released her from his hold, making a gesture with his shoulders and arms that Y/N read as acceptance.
“Thank you,” she exhaled, wrapping her arms around his torso in an embrace, her body relaxing when she felt his arms curl around her too.
~
The following day, Y/N pulled her cream-colored vintage Mercedes into the driveway. She was looking forward to an early start to the weekend, having had an extremely productive day and meeting all of the week’s deadlines just after the hour of noon. It was truly shocking how productive Y/N could be when she wasn’t constantly having to worry about avoiding Brian and wondering what he might do next.
When Y/N first clocked in for the morning, she’d been struck with an ice-cold pang in her stomach upon noticing that his desk was empty. She immediately thought of the ominous conversation with Terry yesterday, but before she could fall too far down that spiral, she was relieved to learn that Brian had merely called in sick. She laughed at herself. There was always some kind of cough or cold floating around the office, and to be honest, Y/N was surprised that she hadn’t caught anything herself in a while.
Even though a single day of illness wasn’t going to fix any of her problems, it was definitely a charming coincidence, a welcome surprise. It made the entire day incredibly pleasant- the sun seemed to shine brighter, her morning tea tasted sweeter, and the sound of the Motown music coming from the car radio sounded clearer. Maybe the universe was on her side and, even if she didn’t know how yet, everything would sort itself out after all.
Reaching the garage, she removed the key from the Mercedes’ ignition and took a moment to relish in the silence. The only detectable sound was the distant chirp of birds.
Come to think of it, it was almost too quiet.
Even during times when Terry himself was away doing work, the staff was always clattering around inside and outside the house doing cleaning and maintenance. Maybe they’d also had a productive morning.
Gathering her purse and heading inside, Y/N thought about suggesting to Terry that they go out to dinner, and maybe even take a whirlwind weekend trip. She decided to freshen up her hair and makeup and change into something cute before he returned home. Maybe that delicate champagne-colored slip dress from Paris.
Y/N found the interior of the house to be just as quiet and empty as the exterior, the sound of her lone footsteps bouncing off the marble walls of the foyer. She jumped upon hearing a thud from the floor above but was comforted to finally hear some sort of movement in the house. She was about to call out for some of the staff when Vince, Terry’s head of security, appeared from a side hallway.
Y/N smiled in relief. “What’s going on? Where is everyone?” she asked, realizing that if Vince was at the house, then Terry must be as well. “Where’s Terry?”
Vince did not smile back. “Mr. Silver is working in his office. He asked not to be disturbed until-”
She waved him off, bemused, taking a step forward that he immediately moved to block. “What are you talking about? I’m sure-”
“Mrs. Silver, he ordered me not to let anyone in.”
“I’m his wife,” she insisted, her pulse inexplicably starting to race, eyebrows furrowed as she kept trying to get past Vince and he continued to block her path. It kept repeating over and over in her head that something was wrong. “I’m sure he didn’t mean…”
Their tense dance across the floors escalated as Vince physically tried to hold her in place by the shoulders.
“What the hell? Let me go!” she cried, writhing in his grip, and swatting at his chest.
“Mrs. Silver, please don’t do this-”
Y/N managed to push him away from her for a brief moment, long enough to step out of the perimeter of his reach and sprint up the stairs. She stumbled a few times, shaking and lightheaded, and her thoughts were so muddled from panic that she hardly knew how she eventually reached the door of Terry’s office.
She would have hesitated to dramatically burst in and disturb him under normal circumstances, but these circumstances were decidedly not normal.
She staggered through the doorway.
The rest of the room was slightly sunken-in from the doorway, making it so one was unable to see most of the room without taking a few steps further. She was met again with eerie quiet- apart from the faint sound of someone breathing heavily. Still shaking, Y/N treaded delicately forward until she sighted Terry standing in the middle of the room by the small couch, his back to her.
“I thought I told you not to come in here until I called you,” he snapped, his shoulders rising up and down with the force of his breath. His hair was swept into a ponytail, but it looked askew- loose locks floating at random on both sides of his head.
“Terry?” Y/N approached him timidly, struggling to speak over her knotted-up stomach.
At the sound of her voice, Terry spun around. Y/N froze. Surprise briefly flickered across his face before he brought his expression back to its typical calculated control. “You’re home early, darling,” he murmured, forcing enough of a smile that it would appear he was pleased to see her.
“I… I finished up my projects for the week…” Y/N trailed off, taking in the rest of Terry’s unusual appearance. His face glistened with sweat and one side looked like it was smeared with…
“W-what’s that?” she gasped, eyes widening as she gestured to his face.
Terry lifted a hand to his cheek, and when he lowered it, he studied the dark red that had transferred to the pad of his finger. He would have to think fast.
“You’re bleeding.”
As Y/N neared Terry, he tried to guide her away from where he’d been by the couch, but it was too late. As she grew close enough to just barely see around the front of the couch, her eyes went to an unfamiliar object on the ground.
It was a man’s shoe. With a foot in it.
Terry was silent as Y/N screamed, stumbling back in horror as her gaze traveled further up and recognized Brian, crumpled up on the floor in a heap of blood.
Terry caught her as she fell and attempted to gather her into his arms, but she thrashed against his hold.
“Get the hell away from me- don’t touch me! Don't fucking touch me!” Even though he was far stronger than her, he allowed her to push him away. He spoke in a measured, low tone.
“Listen. I didn’t want you to have to see this…”
“You are so sick,” she choked out, tears spilling down her cheeks, eying him like he was an uncaged wild animal.
“Sick with love for you, yes,” he replied bluntly, slightly tilting his head and giving a small shrug.
“No, you’re a monster; you are evil and vile and perverted…” she sobbed.
“Well, don’t stop there. Go ahead. Tell me more, sweetheart.” Terry’s tone was flat but his gaze was unflinchingly intense. She recoiled. “What did you expect me to do? Did you really think I was going to stand aside and do nothing, knowing that my wife spends every day looking over her shoulder and living in fear, getting preyed on like a piece of meat? Besides, I told you- a threat to you is a threat to me. I protect what’s mine.”
He tried to grab ahold of her again and she tried to wrestle blindly out of his arms, her vision blurred by tears, the anger at being betrayed, and the stomach-turning fear of what he was really capable of, no matter how much of a mellow act he could put on. But, this time, he didn’t allow her to push him away.
“Why the hell are you crying? You didn’t even like this worthless piece of shit- he hurt you and he got exactly what he deserved!”
She was supposed to be relieved- she also wasn’t supposed to see the body or find out Brian had been murdered- but there was no undoing it. Terry roughly gripped her by the chin, confused frustration overtaking his better judgement as he forced her to look at the body seeping blood all over the office carpet.
“Now, look at that. You’ll never hear another filthy word from that mouth,” he whispered gently, the side of his face pressed to hers, gesturing to Brian’s battered facial features. “Those hands will never touch you again.” Terry pointed out the amalgamation of blood and broken bone at the end of each of the man’s arms.
Y/N was able to free her chin, slippery from tears, from Terry’s grip, stomping one of his feet and elbowing him in the ribcage hard. He could have easily kept his hold on her and subdued her but decided it would be best to allow her a couple of minutes to calm down. He would repay her for the blows and the ungratefulness another time.
Terry reminded himself that Y/N, unlike himself, was totally inexperienced when it came to violence, blood, and guts. Doing what had to be done. She took the path of least resistance even at her own expense. But this was a start; something he could work with.
Alarmed by the commotion inside the office, having overheard the conversation but hesitating to interrupt, Vince and a member of the maintenance staff finally crept inside of the room, looking at Terry expectantly.
“Clean this room from top to bottom,” Terry directed, waving his finger offhandedly in the general direction of the couch before stalking past them. As he thought about where Y/N was likely to have gone, he wiped the sticky droplets of blood from his face.
After escaping Terry, Y/N had run straight to the master bathroom to be sick. Slumped over the toilet, she heaved violently, feeling worse than she ever had in her life, coming down from the pure shock and experiencing a gouging pain in her chest. She hoped with everything in her that Terry would leave her alone, but she knew he was likely only moments behind. And sure enough, she soon heard the door open behind her and felt his body close to her again. Forced to either vomit all over the room or remain clutching the toilet (and choosing the latter) it was impossible to shy away from his suffocating touch.
He knelt next to her on the tile, delicately stroking her back with one hand and holding her hair out of her face with the other.
“Darling, just try to breathe. Try to relax your stomach,” he cooed, wholly unphased by the disgusting sights and sounds before him as she weakly tried and failed to push him off. “That’s it, let it all out. I’ve got you…”
When Y/N appeared to be finished retching for the time being, Terry brought her so that her back was flush with his chest and his own back was propped up against the wall. He snaked an arm over the counter of the bathroom vanity, grabbing a towel to wipe her face with. She burst into tears again, undoing his work, laying helpless as he cradled her.
“N-no…” she groaned faintly.
She was too exhausted and defeated to fight him anymore. Caged by his long arms and legs, she just sobbed into his warm chest, feeling the vibrations of his voice.
“Everything will be alright now. You’re safe with me.”
#terry silver#terry silver x reader#the karate kid#cobra kai#karate kid fanfiction#cobra kai fic#cobra kai fanfic#one shot#x reader#angst#tw angst#creative writing#tw blo0d#tw bl0od#tw vomit#tw toxic relationship#tw toxic behavior#tw yandere#idk does that about cover it#tw noncon
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Fic Summary: It's not that Daniel distrusts Johnny. Not anymore. It’s hard to when he looks at him and remembers that night outside the dojo, Johnny through the shattered window, the nod he gave in answer to the question Daniel couldn’t even ask. They’re on the same side now, and for once, Daniel believes it.
But some part of him is still sixteen and running faster than he’s ever run in his life on Halloween night. Some part of him is still climbing the fence with Johnny’s arm reaching up to grab him around the waist.
He can’t help it, standing across from Johnny Lawrence in the back garden of Mr. Miyagi’s house thirty years too late. He hesitates.
(or, on newton's laws of motion, classic rock, and the intricate rituals involved in touching your former karate rival.)
today i offer you: trust falls, literal falls, & that other kind of falling...you know the one.
#cobra kai#lawrusso#daniel larusso#johnny lawrence#cobra kai fanfic#karate kid verse#zanna writes#in edits this fucker broke 18k oops
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Eternal Flame
Request: can you do anything robby keene with the new season?
Tagged: Anonymous
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: Cussing, I took some creative liberty!!! Like changing some plot points here and there!!!!, and I think that’s it??
Couple Pairing: Robby Keene x Reader
Characters Involved: Reader, Robby, Miguel, and Johnny
Total fluff!!! Maybe a lil angst?? But like a sprinkle..
!!!Also not completely proofread!!!
A/N: Hey! Thanks for the request! Again, I took some creative liberties from this season and change some stuff!! But I hope you like it! 🥰
It felt like forever waiting for Robby to get back home from Mexico. You knew about the relationship between him and Johnny. One minute it’s great and the next Robby hates him again. You understood the strained relationship between Robby and his parents. You didn’t have the best parents either, at least emotionally. They were always out working or on business trips. They barely even knew you and you barely even knew them.
Robby had sent you a few pictures and few messages but you still hadn’t received a call from him yet. You kept your phone with you at all times always prepared to hear from him, but still nothing. Just random messages that read, “I love you” or “I miss you.”
You sighed when you heard your phone ding and you read the message. You were starting to get a little concerned. You knew he was busy but you wanted, no, needed to hear from him.
You message back, “Can you call me?”
You set your phone down on the coffee table waiting for an answer. You run your fingers through your hair and groan to yourself. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned into hours. You made dinner, washed the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, and even chose to clean the rest of your small apartment trying to distract yourself from thoughts of Robby. You had checked your phone for what felt like 100 times, you had thrown in the towel by the time it hit 1am. You were getting ready for bed and brushing your teeth when you hear your phone ring. You drop everything and run to your bedside table.
You answer the phone in record speed and exclaim, “Robby!”
“Hey, I’m sorry I couldn’t call earlier. We–uh– had some things to deal with,” Robby nervously chuckles.
You could by his tone of voice that he wasn’t ready to talk about it yet, you knew he would tell you when he got back.
“Oh, that’s okay. I just missed your voice.”
“I missed yours too. We shouldn’t be here too much longer hopefully.”
You sigh, “Yeah. Well, I hope you get back soon!”
“Me too. I’ll talk to you later.”
You weren’t ready to hang up the phone yet but you had a feeling that he’d be pretty tired so you say, “Okay. Try to have fun, okay?”
“I’ll try,” you could almost hear his sigh over the phone.
You both say your goodbyes and you hang up the phone. You sit down on your bed and place your phone back on the bedside table.
You lay down and cover up and slowly start to drift off to sleep.
“Hey, I bet can’t do this!” You boast about a new skateboarding trick you learned from Youtube.
“I so totally can!” Robby immediately stands up from the bench and grabs his skateboard to try, of course nailing the trick.
You cross your arms with a disappointed face, “Of course you did it perfectly, what the hell!”
Robby laughs, “I’m sorry! Maybe it’s an experience thing!”
You roll your eyes and sit down on the bench and drink out of your water bottle.
Robby sits down beside you and swings him arm around your shoulder, “You have definitely gotten better, by the way.”
You chuckle and lay your head down on his shoulder, “Have I? Most of the time I came here and read. I never really cared about skating, Robby. It was just fun doing it with you, ya know?”
Robby nods his head, “Yeah, I know.”
This is where you and Robby first met each other, at the skate park. You had come down there to escape family life mostly. You weren’t too great at skateboarding or anything there was just something about the place that made you feel comforted.
You were sitting on the bench enjoying the sun and your book when a shadow casts over you. You look up and you are greeted to a boy, you knew of him due to the karate war infecting your hallways at school, Robby Keene.
“Ah, Keene? Right?”
“Hey.”
“Hello?” You question.
“I was just wondering what you were reading.”
You perk up a little, “Stephen King.”
“Classic.”
“Yeah, totally,” you narrow your eyes at him, “Okay, Keene. What’s the catch?”
“Uh–I–what? Catch?”
“Why are you talking to me? Do you need help with something?”
You tried not to sound too rude to him but you didn’t really get along well with others. You were very forthright as many would say.
“Oh, no!” Robby looks down at the ground and sighs, “Listen, I wanted to ask if you’d maybe wanna go out sometime?”
You look back up at him and smile, “You know what? I would actually like that.”
After that you and Robby were inseparable. You two hung out every day and went on countless dates and adventures. It took you both a while to admit your true feelings. You made it official almost a year after your first meet cute.
You wake up to the sound of your alarm clock. You look at the time and it read 8:00am. You groan and rub your eyes and you feel the other side of your bed out of habit. The other side was still empty letting your heart sink. You pick up your phone to check it and you see the message, “Should be back by tonight.”
You almost scream from pure happiness. You jump out of bed and get ready for work. During all of your work day all you could think about was being able to see Robby again. You and him have spent every day together for a few years with no exceptions so not being able to see him for almost a week was grueling.
After you get off of work you quickly rush home and change out of your work clothes and opt for some shorts and a T-shirt. You heat up leftovers from last nights dinner and turn on a movie awaiting your boyfriend to come back. After the movie was finished you put your dishes in the sink and started washing them and that’s when you heard the knock on the door. You jump from the startling knock but quickly come to your senses and run to the door and open it.
“Robby!”
“Hey, babe!”
You two embrace outside of the doorway. You nearly knocked the breath out of him you hugged him so forcefully.
“I missed you!”
You feel Robby sigh from content, “I missed you too.”
You let go of him and you both step inside. You walk over to the kitchen talking 90 miles a minute.
“Are you hungry? Thirsty? What do you need?”
“No. I’m fine, thanks,” Robby sits down at the kitchen table and looks at the wall.
You slowly sit down across from him, “Oh no, what happened?”
“He took me to Mexico to find Miguel.”
You almost gasp, “Are you kidding?”
“No. I’m not.”
“Robby,” you reach for his hands and hold them, “tell me what happened.”
You and Robby sat there all night talking about what had happened on the Mexico adventure.
The next day you are greeted to Robby making coffee in the kitchen.
“Good morning,” you greet him.
“Morning, sleep well?”
You stretch, “Yes. Better sleep than I’ve been getting.”
Robby smiles and pours you cup of coffee, “That’s good,” he hands you the cup, “so, I have some things I need to take care of today.”
You take a small sip of your very strong coffee and almost cough, “Miguel?”
Robby rolls his eyes, “Yeah, Miguel,” you could hear the slight annoyance in his voice, “Dad was wanting us to make amends today.”
You laugh almost spitting out your coffee, “Make amends? Seriously? I mean, your Dad has done a lot of crazy things but this–this is a new level. Does he not realize that you two have tried to literally kill each other like multiple times?”
“Yeah, I’m not saying that this idea isn’t crazy but–”
“Robby, you two are gonna kill each other. And I’m sorry but it’s hard to trust your dad after all that’s been going on. I’m going with you.”
Robby scoffs, “No, you don’t have to go. It’s gonna be fine.”
“Nope. I’m coming.”
You get out of your chair and rush to your room to get ready. Once you and Robby were ready you both headed out to Johnny’s. You both got out of the car and you saw Johnny and Miguel outside.
Miguel rolls his eyes, “Seriously?”
“What?” Robby’s voice grows dark.
“Listen, I think it’d be helpful for you two to fight it out.”
“Excuse me?” You question.
“Yeah, you weren’t supposed to be here,” Johnny says with sass.
“Well, I am, so?” You narrow your eyes at him.
Of course since Johnny and your boyfriend butted heads a lot that meant you and him didn’t get along too well. It’s not that you didn’t like him but you just felt that Johnny’s parental guidance was not up to par for what Robby deserved. Johnny was trying and you knew that but you just felt like sometimes he didn’t hace Robby’s best interest at heart.
“So,” Johnny sighs, “they’re gonna throw a few punches and get it all out on the table and then become bro’s.”
“Johnny, absolutely not theyre not–oh my–”
You and Johnny both look at the two boys brawling with each other. Throwing punches, kicks, slaps, and anything they could to one up the other. You took an extra step back not sure what to do. Johnny glances at you with a worried look when the boys start to ascend up the stairs.
“Yeah, good plan asshole. You’re gonna get one of them killed!” You glare at Johnny.
“Shit,” Johnny says.
He starts following them up with you hot on his trail.
“Guys! That’s enough!” You hear Johnny yell.
“Robby lay off!” You yell at your boyfriend.
Both of the boys ignoring you and Johnny. Robby pushes Robby up against the railing getting ready to push him off. You almost step in between them but Johnny holds you back, “Don’t, Y/N.”
You roll your eyes but you see Miguel lower his fist with Robby wide eyed.
They both glance at you and Johnny for a second and Miguel explains why he didn’t do it. They both soften their looks when they look back each other and your feel your shoulder’s start to relax. Johnny starts to get excited about the boys getting along and accidentally slips out that Carmen is pregnant to everyone’s surprise. You weren’t sure how the boys were going to react. You felt like everything was going to tip upside down and shit hit the fan but for some reason both of the boys are happy for Johnny and run up to him and give a three way hug. You stand there for a second and take it all in. You were glad that they were both excited and you had hoped that it’d bring them close together. Of course you wanted Robby to get along with his dad and hopefully this would be it. After hearing the news and staying a little longer to talk to them, you and Robby eventually head out together to get some dinner.
On the way to the restaurant you had to question, “So, you’re gonna be a big brother?”
Robby smiles, “Yeah, I guess so!”
“I’m happy that you’re looking forward to it.”
“Me too. I can’t wait to show him or her to ropes. Teach them how to skateboard, karate, or even just hang out with them,” Robby glances at your smiling face and adds, “I can’t wait for us to meet them.”
You look at him adoringly even though you don’t say it a lot you felt like this time it was right to say, “I love you, Robby.”
You practically see the gears turning in his head and his face go bright red, “I love you too.”
That is when your face starts to turn red. You had never heard Robby say it before and you knew it was because of his abandonment issues but you almost bursted out the seams when you heard him say it.
You feel him interlock his fingers with yours and you couldn’t ask for a better moment.
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"Why would you do this to yourself?"
Pairing: Robby Keene x GN!Reader
Type: Angst
Warnings: drinking, self-harm, blood, knives, mild-swearing
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Summary: Robby finds you in a pitiful state after your breakup and tries to make you feel better.
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"Y/N? What happened here?" Robby asks, opening the door to your mess of an apartment.
It's been two weeks since the two of you broke up. Since then, you've been drinking to try to forget it, and... self-harming to go through the pain. Robby went to go live with his father in the meanwhile and left the apartment to you. Little did he know, leaving you all by yourself might've been the worst mistake of his life.
Robby comes back to your apartment to check up on you since he's still paying for the bills. Deep inside, he's not just here for your half of rent: he wants to see you. He misses you, he still loves you but he won't admit it. Letting out his feelings through words has never been his strong suit. He's worried about you.
He finds you on the bathroom floor, bleeding profusely from the wrist. "Holy shit, Y/N! You okay?!" he asks, rushing towards you. "What happened?!" he asks again, stopping the bleeding with a towel. He notices the knife you used on the counter, obviously bloodied. "We talked about this..." he tells you, sighing. "I'm sorry." you sob while Robby cleans your wound to heal it. "Don't be sorry." he sighs, searching for plasters in the curtains. "Why would you do this to yourself?" he asks you, healing the cut. You remain silent while he shakes his head.
"Can you stand?" he asks, reaching out his hand. You nod in agreement. "Come on, let's sit you down." You struggle to stand, much to his surprise. "You were drinking again..." he tells you, taking your hand and helping you up.
The both of you head to the living room. Robby had to help you out a lot, given your pitiful condition. You were struggling to walk properly, which made his heart skip a beat. He thought you were going to fall at any moment and worsen your condition.
While you sit down on the couch with a pillow, Robby takes the empty bottles of alcohol on the table to throw them out, as well as the unopened ones in the fridge. "What are you doing?" you ask him, barely able to pronounce a word. "Taking away your drinks. It's bad for you; look in the mirror right now." he explains, putting the bottles in a plastic bag. "You're not my dad-" He interrupts you: "There's no discussing it." he snaps. He immediately calms down and sighs. "Sorry."
He sits down next to you on the couch, holding your hand. "Talk to me." You can see the sincerity and concern in his beautiful eyes. "Is it because of the breakup?" he asks while tears dwell up in your eyes. "Yeah." you reply, your voice breaking. "I just... miss you." His grasp on your hand tightens firmly. "I know." he adds, crying softly as well. "But... I'm still not ready to commit to a relationship. I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind." he explains. "I know, it's fine."
His voice starts breaking. "No, I know it's not. You're drinking yourself to an early grave and cutting yourself until you bleed out. It's not fine, Y/N." You look at him with teary eyes, realizing he still cares. "I never stopped caring about you, even after the breakup. You're still precious to me... you always will be, Y/N. You helped me at my lowest, let me help you." He wipes away the tears from your eyes. "Thanks, Robby." He caresses your face softly. "I don't want you to end up like my dad because of me. Drinking your life away, being drunk all the time, just being sad and pathetic." he says, earning a little laugh from you. "He got better now, you can too." he adds, kissing your forehead.
"Let me get you something to eat." he says, standing up and going through your fridge. "Here, you had some pizza in your fridge. Also water." he says, smiling. You giggle. "Thanks." you reply softly. He sits down next to you once more and eats with you. He sighs out of relief.
"I still love you, Y/N. And I still care about you."
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Can u do a Anthony larusso x fem reader just on a walk holding hands - who knows who they see 👀
(Unedited) (Teens being teens, Sneaking Out, Lying to parents, Kissing, Fondling, Sam being a busskill and kinda cockblocking?)
The two teens haven't been dating for long, a few weeks at most. Their relationship started in secret do to the fact Anthony was scared of his parents making it a big deal, or in his opinion the worse case, Sam finding out and making them into a joke. The thought of his sister possible making his relationship with the shy chubby girl made his blood boil but also his stomach turn. The two decided to try and act natural around each other when his family was around.
She still went over to his house to help him study for tests and classes or movie game nights. They still got moments together. But they still had to be extremely cautious when she came over. Sam liked to pop into his room ever now and then to mess with him a little about having his “friend” over. His mom and dad would occasionally stop in to say “hi” before disappearing. It was stressful for both teens.
That’s why they decided to sneak around when it came to dating.
When the idea of lying to his parents about going out with some of the kids from the dojo came around, he took it. Sam told Daniel and Amanda she was going to hang out with a group of the dojo students, they just assumed that Anthony was also going with them. They never actually asked him to be specific on who he was going with.
That’s what landed him and his girlfriend at golf-n-stuff for a nice little date. They meet up outside before going in and grabbing something to drink before heading out to the golf course.
Anthony just rolled his eyes as Reader beat him over and over again at the golf course. She was amazing at it while Anthony had to suck it up that he sucked compared to her. She laughed at the way his brow knitted up in frustration as she got another ball in the hole. She thought it was cute that she was finally able to beat him at something. He usually beat her at videos games much to her demise. At least she had this win up her sleeve.
After they finished a few rounds and their game, they laughed and kissed a bit. Not caring if anyone caught a eyeful of their touches and kisses. They where out of the LaRusso house and free to touch and kiss all they wanted without worrying about who saw them. Anthony couldn’t help but crack a grin at the smile Reader had on her lips and the way she giggled as they separated.
The two of them wonder off of the golf course and back into the arcade area. They walked hand in though the arcade area, Anthony pulling her closer as they walked though the small spaces of the arcade and around groups of people. They finally found a more quiet area between two arcade games in the back area.
They held each other as they took everything in. Small kisses where shared. Not a thought went though their heads.
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Sam laughed along with some of the other guys as they walked into Golf-n-stuff. The movie they all went to was shorter then they expected so they decided to head over to the arcade. Hoping to finish up the night with some games and half good pizza from concession stand. Hawk offered to buy everyone the first found of tokens for the arcade games.
Everyone huddled together as Hawk went to go get the first round of tokens. They chatted about the movie they watched.
Miguel was doing rapid hand movements as he said “I wasn’t expecting her to jump out like that! Total jump scare.” Robby snorted saying “No I wasn’t ready for when that dude went right though the door at the end.” They all laughed and continued talking.
A few minutes passed until Hawk came stumbling back over with a bucket full of tokens, a smirk on his face.
“Y’all are not going to believe who I just saw in the arcade area, making out with some chick.”
Everyone quirked a brow at his words.
“What are you talking about man?”
Hawk smirked saying, his arm coming out to poke at Sam’s elbow.
“You didn’t tell us your brother was total going for chicks now. Especially the fact that he’s into chubby chicks, that would have been a interesting talk I would have been down for.”
Sam’s face went hot, her cheeks felt hot and flushed. If this was some kind of joke then it seriously wasn’t all that funny. Miguel and Robby raised a eyebrow as they looked to same for some kind of explanation. Hawk just smirked and chuckled under his breath.
Sam huffed saying “Hawk stop that isn’t funny. No way my brother is out alone kissing some girl. He’s not even dating anyone. He’s supposed to be home-“ Sam’s face went completely pale. The color draining. Robby said “Uh are you ok? You don’t look to good-“
“Oh my god he said he was going out tonight right after I said I was going out with you guys- I bet our parents thought he was talking about going with US tonight. He fucked lied so he could go sneak off with some girl!”
Miguel grinned “I’ll give him props, he took the opportunity he had to sneak out.” Robby nodded.
Sam quickly said “You said the arcade? Show me where.” Hawk pouted a little “Oh man not you trying to cockblock your little brother, that’s kinda messed up.” Sam rolled her eyes and huffed, Hawk quickly turned around and started walking back from where he came from. The small group followed behind the taller teen. They passed a few arcade games and deeper into the darker part of the arcade’s.
Getting the the back it was more quiet and only a few people crowed around some games. Stopping mid way Hawk pointed to the back of the room, between two games. Sam’s eyes widened as she started to realize that Hawk really wasn’t messing with her.
In the very back of the room, a mop of dark curly hair was bobbing around as the person leaned down and kissed a very plump body. It was definitely a girl and she was shorter then the boy by a few good inches. A hand was laced though his curls and gently gripped at his roots, a arm was around his shoulder and neck as they kissed. The boys arms where snug around the girls thick waist, hands gripping and fondling her ass.
“A-Anthony…”
It was was quiet but she could still hear the girls whisper from halfway across the room.
That set Sam off.
“Anthony LaRusso what do you think your doing!!?!”
Anthony shot up in a instant, his head shooting up and backwards in pure fear. His head slammed back into the arcade behind him sending a loud bang though the room. He yelped before looking over to where Sam and the group stood.
“Shit”
(To be continued….? I’ll make another part of anyone asks.)


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“Slightly More Anonymous Than Usual Karate Kids Getting Wasted and Starting Fist Fights”
Robby Keene x Reader Part 4
✨CATCH UP DUMP✨
Day 7 of the 13 Nights of Halloween Spooktacular!!!
Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
(Gif not mine)
Requested? No
Summary: (Y/n) really doesn’t want to go to the stupid Halloween Masquerade Ball. But, maybe Moon was right. Maybe she’d finally find her soulmate under the cheap streamers and disco lighting… (a cinderella retelling)
soulmate au: You find your soulmate when you touch for the first time and the date and time you met becomes engraved as a tattoo on your wrist.
Warnings: starred out swear words, violence? that’s it? 🤔😂
Pairing: Robby Keene x Fem!Reader
‘October 31st 11:58pm’
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
Robby. Robby Keene. Miyagi-Do’s Robby Keene. Hawk’s practical sworn enemy Robby Keene.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
(Y/n) didn’t know what to do. She was sure she looked like an idiot, just standing there staring at him. But what was she supposed to do? It wasn’t like she, or anyone else for that matter, had tons upon tons of experience in this specific department.
Robby Keene…
Could this night get any worse?
“Why don’t you come over here and say that to my face, you little b*tch!”
Right…
The sharp pull, which was slowly becoming more familiar to the girl, was what brought (Y/n) out of her thoughts. She was confused again about its origins, but only for a moment before realization struck her like Hawk’s fist slamming into the side of Demetri’s face, which she could practically feel from where she stood.
Robby was gone.
And that was the pull. It was Robby. Robby, and the soulmate bond. Because Robby Keene was her soulmate. (Y/n)’s heart fluttered all on its own at the thought, and, against her better judgment, she allowed herself a moment to appreciate it. Robby was her soulmate. (Y/n) had found her soulmate. And he was… well, (Y/n) didn’t really know. But the universe did. And that was good enough for her. Her Cobra Kai friends, however, might take more convincing…
But, of course, she didn’t need to deal with that right now. No, right now, (Y/n)’s brain had apparently made the executive decision that she needed to, instead, make a break for it. Not that it wasn’t warranted. The whole evening had been an emotional roller coaster. So, fleeing the scene seemed like a fairly acceptable thing to do. And she hoped Robby would see it that way. He seemed pretty preoccupied presently anyways…
“Moon!” (Y/n) ran through the crowd, pushing past shocked partygoers who were watching the madness going down on the dance floor, and mentally cursed at herself. Why had she thought hitching a ride was a good idea instead of making her own way to this thing, knowing full well she wouldn’t have wished to stay as long as her friends did anyways, even if she hadn’t run into such a crisis as she now knew as “Robby Keene.” She honestly just hoped at this point that the other girl would be too preoccupied trying to stop her boyfriend from causing an all out karate brawl in formal attire to think too much about whether or not she should hand over the keys. Because (Y/n) really needed to get out of there…
“(Y/n)! Where’d you go!?! We were worried you got caught up in…” She trailed off, gesturing towards the mess that (Y/n) could vaguely see a familiar jacket in the middle of. Her heart jumped against her will when she caught sight of the boy she was universally destined to be with, and for a moment she contemplated staying to see if he would be alright, but then all the problems that come along with him returned to the forefront of her mind and (Y/n) was forcefully reminded how much she needed to be gone when he finally did come looking for her.
“Moon, I have to get out of here! You have to help me!” (Y/n) knew how frantic she sounded and almost felt sorry for the concern she was probably filling her friend with, but she just didn’t have time to sit around and explain. The fight was still raging, of course, but who knows how much longer it could go on for. And she needed to make her escape while they were all distracted…
“What are you talking about? We’ve gotta stop them!” Moon started dragging (Y/n) along with her, destination clear but, even if it hadn’t been, the return of the pulling sensation (of which (Y/n) had just now decided to describe simply as “Robby”) would have given it away. And that was the opposite of what she wanted…
“No! Moon, please! You have to get me out of here! It’s an emergency!”
Now, Moon didn’t initially look like she believed her, which caused (Y/n)’s heart to drop into her stomach. She hadn’t had time to think of the possible outcome if Robby did catch up with her. What do I say? What do I do? It was almost impossible to imagine the interaction not going horribly wrong in some way, and that only pushed (Y/n) further towards the flight side of her “fight or flight instinct.”
But, thankfully after a moment, which felt painfully more like an hour to the attempted runaway, Moon finally sighed and pulled a set of keys out of her purse.
“They’re to Hawk’s truck.” She explained, holding them out to (Y/n), but quickly pulled them back to finish her thought before the other girl could grab them. “But, you better bring it back to the dojo tomorrow, got it?” (Y/n) nodded eagerly, not caring that that meant making a pit stop at the Cobra infested place the next morning. She’d worry about that later…
“Thanks Moon, you’re a life saver! I’ll see you tomorrow!”
And off (Y/n) ran with the keys, away from the quickly escalating situation behind her, and, of course, the potential boy of her dreams…
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Robby threw another punch into the fray, but his heart just wasn’t in it. He didn’t even get her name… God, why didn’t I get her name?
The mark on his wrist felt like it was burning but Robby knew that was all just in his head. But, then again, his head was swimming with so many thoughts that he couldn’t quite pinpoint which one precisely to mentally yell at to quiet down in order to stop the phantom pains.
Someone sending a sharp kick to his side brought Robby back to the situation at hand and he glared at the Cobra who he didn’t even recognize. He figured he must be one of Hawk’s though because he knew everyone in Miyagi-Do. Robby sent a kick back, using more force than necessary, though he wasn’t about to admit the reason behind it, figuring it would be childish to say he was mad that this whole endeavor had interrupted his conversation with the girl. His soulmate…
This was so stupid. He shouldn’t be here dealing with this sh*t. He should be with her, getting to know her, falling in love, all that mushy stuff. But no. Robby was more worried about this dumb karate war. What was wrong with him?
“Robby!? Where are you going!?”
But he ignored whoever it was, not even caring enough to look back as he shoved random Cobras out of his way, charging back towards where he’d last seen her. Because he needed to see her… His soulmate…
But the table was empty, and the girl? Nowhere to be found…
Robby’s heart clenched. Where did she go? He looked around frantically, the longer he came up empty handed the more worried he became, as his thoughts ran wild with what he was going to do now. He’d never met her without a mask on. He didn’t know her name, or literally anything about her. How was he going to find her?
And then, Robby caught sight of an all too familiar green dress, and almost sighed in relief. That is, until he realized it was running, so fast you’d think she was being chased, and so far in the opposite direction…
“No! Wait!”
In any other circumstance, Robby definitely would have caught her. While she was running incredibly fast for someone in a floor length poofy dress and heels, Robby’s own dress clothes were much more equipped for the exercise. But the crowd was so big and everyone was pushing him back towards the mess he was trying to get away from, and she just kept getting further and further away.
“Stop! Please!”
But by the time Robby had finally made it through, she was gone again, though this time leaving something behind…
He kneeled down with a frown, picking up the little keychain that seemed to have fallen away from the others in her haste to leave, hope growing in his chest at the thought that maybe this could be a clue to help him find her. But then his blood ran cold as Robby read the words printed across the leather…
COBRA KAI KARATE
Ah, sh*t…
TO BE CONTINUED
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It's not late YET, @thereminwriting but it's also not finished yet. Still, I hope you enjoy this first part, and the rest is on the way! Happy @cksecretsanta23!
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s3/4 Robby keene x reader headcannons plz!
Headcannons for datting robby keene
Au-I hope you enjoy this! plz ignore any spelling/grammar errors.
he would be so protective
not in a toxic way tho
but would kill any guy that flirts with you
watching films together cuddling on the sofa
especially disney films
you cannot tell me this man won’t belt out let it go while watching frozen
he makes you laugh a lot when this happens
it usually ends in the film being discarded 👀
meeting all his katate friends
hating kyler
but he loves you
Robby puts him in his place tho 😊
bonding with Tory
ur best friends now<3
you both hate Sam for what she did, and shes really chill to hang out with
cheering him on at the all valley, whether your on the side or in the crowd
this man loves it
it’s his daddy issues
and his mummy issues …need i say more
✨emotional trauma✨
he will cry, so you gotta be gentle with him
him sleeping at your house when he doesn’t want to go home
you have some of his clothes and a toothbrush for him at your house
when he gets out of juive he’s so clingy
like will not let you shower alone, shop alone.
he’s just everywhere
that you are of course
his love language is deffo physical affection, with a bit of acts of service
he LOVES IT when your cuddling and you play with his hair
like he will die on the spot
practicing karate moves in bed
no matter whether he’s sub or dom, he has a MAJOR praise kink
he loves it when you tell him he’s doing good
again daddy and mummy issues
baking with him
get ready to loose a lot of flour
cuz most of it is on you two when he decides to throw it at you
and you throw it back
and now your having a massive flour fight
this man would do anything for you
and he reminds you of this
good morning and goodnight texts
sometimes you’ll wake up to a paragraph of him declaring his love for you
it makes your heart swell
he tells you he loves you A LOT
you guys have a song
and whenever it plays, no matter where you are, he’ll pick you up and start dancing with you
unless its at karate
or in the car, but in the car he’ll serenade you :)
i hope you liked them!
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Cobra Kai (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence
Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence
Additional Tags: New Year's Eve, First Kiss, Dancing, Clubbing, Awkward Dad Flirting, Fluff
Summary:
Johnny takes Daniel out on New Year's Eve.
A/N: written as a @cksecretsanta23 gift for @stevieevenstar - happy holidays & happy new year, please enjoy these soft karate dads!
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WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @russolaw.
This is from "Heroes in a Half Shell", an AU I'm writing where Johnny ends up raising Robby on his own. For context, Robby wants to go the Halloween carnival at Bobby's church, but Johnny can't afford to buy him the Ninja Turtle costume that he wants.
Sure enough, he was still looking at him expectantly, his eyes wide and full of hope. “Please, dad? It says here that the carnival ends at eight. We don’t even have to stay the whole time! Just for a little while. I won’t make you late for work again, I promise.”
In his head, Johnny cursed Bobby to hell and back. Because as much as he hated to tell Robby no, there was no way he could justify the extra expense. Not right now, when he was barely managing to keep a roof over their heads.
And Bobby knew that. It was shitty for him to get Robby’s hopes up. The second Robby left for school, he was gonna call that bald bastard and give him a piece of his mind. Because as good as his intentions might’ve been, it felt like he was deliberately setting him up for failure.
And he didn’t need any help in that department. He was failing spectacularly, all on his own. At adulthood, at fatherhood, at life in general…
“…and can I be Donatello? He’s the purple one, with the staff.” Robby babbled, blissfully unaware of his dad’s latest existential crisis. When he didn’t respond, he tugged on his sleeve to get his attention. “And if you can’t find him, I guess Leonardo’s okay, too. Hey! Hey Dad, are you listening to me?”
Johnny could feel the tears of frustration pricking at his eyes. He blinked them back and forced another smile. Time to try another tactic.
“Donatello, right,” he said absently, struggling to focus through the haze of pain and mounting anxiety. “You know, at this late date, I bet all the really cool costumes are already gone. Like, there probably aren’t any Ninja Turtles left. And if there are, they probably won’t be your size. Maybe if we wait and go to next year’s carnival, I can get you a really badass costume so you can win that contest. How about that?”
Robby looked at him like he’d grown a second head. “But I don’t care about winning. I just wanna go.”
It took all of Johnny’s willpower to not roll his one good eye. Jesus. Didn’t care about winning? Sometimes he really wondered if this kid was even his. Sure, he had the DNA test results to prove it, but those things could be faked, right?
They did it all the time on Days of our Lives.
Tagging: @phoomwhoosh, @lulamadison, @desolateice, @pfaerie, and whoever else might want to do it who wasn't been tagged yet.
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