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Change of Plans

Robby Keene x sibling!reader

Johnny Lawrence x child!reader

warnings: alcohol

a/n: this was such a random idea but im a stupid cobra kai fan and i had to write it my brain said so.

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Moon’s party was a bust. Scratch that—busted. It’s like there were no rivalries when everyone scattered. Your Cobra Kais, the Miyagi-Dos, and everyone in between. But as you tried to make your escape, your estranged brother grabbed you by the arm. “Y/N, I need your help.” Words you’ve been waiting for since you could remember. Held in his other arm was his girlfriend, Sam, looking as if she was about to fall over. You called it at the beginning of the party when you caught sight of her “friendly” competition with Tory.

“Yeah, what do you need?” You asked while leading them away from the heat.

“Can we crash at Dad’s? She can’t go home like this.” You looked over at her eyes that seemed to be begging and nodded in agreement, taking them away to their safe haven. It was a decent ways away—a few bus stops, at least—but when you finally got home, your dad was waiting up for you.

“Hi, Dad…I brought friends.” You smiled after he opened the door for you three. You shuffled in with the rest of them and Johnny pulled you aside into the kitchen while your brother and his girlfriend waited in the living room.

“What is LaRusso’s daughter doing here?” He whisper-yelled at you.

“Are you familiar with the term, ‘drunk?’” You gave him the smart-ass reply and he buried his face in his hands to groan. “It’s Robby, okay? I had to help him out. I know you would help him in a heartbeat, too.”

“Yes, I know, you’re right. Always right.” He sighed, throwing his head back and trying to hash this out in his head. “Okay, I can deal with this.” Johnny walked over to his son and brought them down the hall. “Your old room is pretty much untouched, she can stay in there for tonight. But you’re gonna have to stay somewhere else, this already looks bad as it is.” He explained as they got Sam situated, but as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light.

“Robby can take my room, it’s fine.” You offered and pointed the across the hall. “I can take the couch for tonight.”

“You sure? I could sleep on the couch, I’m used to it.” Robby said and you pat him on the back.

“Exactly why I’m taking it.” You grabbed a change of clothes from your drawer and left him be. After a quick shower, you found your dad waiting for you on the couch. “Can I help you with something?” You rubbed your wet hair off with a t-shirt and threw it on the table.

“Were you drinking tonight?” Johnny asked, giving you a strange fatherly look as he leaned his elbows on his knees.

“A little bit, no where near what the princess downed.” You shrugged your crossed arms and waited for him to make his point.

“I thought you knew better.” He told you and you cracked a smile at the comment, sitting down beside him.

“Come on, Dad. It was a party, I had a few beers. That’s all.” You assured him, which he seemed to get, but still wasn’t happy. “It’s not like it’s an everyday thing, how often do you see me go to parties? At least I’m not stealing your beer from the fridge anymore.”

“I knew that was you!” Johnny pointed at you. “Had me thinking I was going crazy.” You both laughed together a few moments, letting it die down slowly. “It’s alright, I trust you not to make the same mistakes as me and your mom. Just promise me you’ll keep on the right track.”

“I promise.” You told him and he stood up from the couch.

“Good. Well, since tonight’s your last Saturday before school starts, you can stay up a little while. Watch some TV or something. I’ll see you in the morning.” Johnny said goodnight and headed for his room. Once you heard the door close, you turned the TV on and threw a blanket over your shoulders, relaxing after a crazy-ass night. You flipped through channels a while until a dark figure appeared from the hallway, you squinted to check who it was.

“Robby?” You asked as he stepped into the light of the television screen and looked at what you were watching.

“Is that Roseanne? What is with you guys and the 80s.” Robby half-joked as you scooted up and brought your legs to your chest.

“Okay, Swayze,” you middle-named him, “what do you want?” You asked and pat the couch cushion beside you.

“Just couldn’t sleep. Ever get so tired that you’re not tired anymore?” Robby sat beside you and you turned the volume down a few notches.

“Yeah, all the time…you’re also probably nervous about Sam’s dad, am I wrong?” For a sibling who never really grew up near their brother, you still knew him pretty well. Maybe it was a sibling thing, maybe he was just easy to read, but you cared about him enough to want to help.

“Maybe a little. I mean, he let me live with them when Mom disappeared, he taught me karate, stopped me from burning out. I owe a lot to him, but I let his daughter get drunk at a party and brought her to his least favorite person’s place. It kind of feels like I’m betraying him.” Robby vented to you, probably the most serious he’d been with you in years—without it being an argument.

“It was her choice to get plastered, Robby. She was trying to prove something, that’s not on you. I know you like her, but taking the fall for her might not be the best idea here.” You softly explained, which made him sigh deeply and shake his head, but he knew what you were saying was somewhat true.

“I can’t do that. She made a mistake, one that might really mess things up for her.” He leaned back on the couch and looked over at you. “I’d do it for her. I know you don’t think she’s worth it, but she is to me.”

“Who said I don’t think she’s worth it?” You ruffled your brows together and half-smiled at him, a little taken aback by the comment. “If I hated her like the rest of the dojo, I wouldn’t have brought her back to my home.” Robby thought about what you said for a minute, feeling like a jerk for it. “Dude, I really don’t care about all the feuding shit, and I get the whole thing with the LaRusso’s, I’m glad they’re helping…but why didn’t you come to us?”

“I—” Robby hesitated a moment, “I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t feel like I could.” You snickered at his answer. “What?”

“I don’t know why you’re lying, but we can stick with that for now. I just think that if you take the fall for her, you might mess all that up. LaRusso has a really short temper for someone who preaches balance.” You stretched your arms up and your back over the arm of the couch while Robby stayed silent, having no way to really argue with that comment. “Wanna watch TV with me?”

“Sure.” He chuckled and you reached behind the couch for another blanket, tossing it at your brother’s face before turning the volume back up. From there, Robby had been tuning in and out of the show, thinking about what you’d said to him. He always wondered what it would have been like being raised by Johnny instead of Shannon, but he always forgot that there was an example who was just a phone call away at all times. But as the two of you sat in silence watching reruns of shows you used to distract yourself with on late nights, you both drifted off on the same couch like little kids again.

When Johnny woke up, he found you both awkwardly passed out on the couch, you practically kicking Robby in the ribs while his arm was draped over his own face. Your dad smiled at a sight he hadn’t seen in years, not since he babysat the two of you on Shannon’s “late nights” or went to pick you up from your mom’s after working a night shift. So he took out his new phone and took a few minutes to figure out where the camera was, luckily finding it before either of you could wake. He finally had a picture of his kids together.

While Johnny was making his go-to breakfast, the classic fried bolonga, for the kids he’d taken responsibility for the night prior, his phone went off, waking up his son. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Robby got up off the couch easy enough not to wake you, as if you could be awoken from your deep sleep.

“It’s okay. Thanks for letting us crash here last night.” Robby told his dad as he entered the kitchen, talking low to make sure you weren’t disturbed.

“It’s no problem, looks like you and y/n had a nice time last night.” He softly smiled, giving his son a little chuckle.

“Yeah, I probably have a few bruises. I think they do karate in their sleep.” The laughter felt unnatural being between the two of them, but they let it go on as long as they could and went silent again, only the sizzle of the pan making sound.

“Look, I’m gonna have to tell LaRusso about this. It’s his kid.” Johnny got real with Robby a moment, which panicked him a bit.

“Please don’t. If he sees her like this, it’ll crush him.” Robby explained to his dad, who looked at his son with what could have been pride, but maybe worry, too. “Let me take the blame. I’ll say I got drunk and told Sam to bring me here.” As they were talking, a knock at the door immediately woke you up with a pretty big jump. Not the first time it’d happened.

“Johnny?” The voice behind the door said and you looked over to your family in the kitchen.

“Oh, no.” Robby mumbled as he looked to the source of the knocking and demands, you threw off your blanket just as your dad gave you orders.

“You two, go in the other room.” He told you. “I got your back, Robby.” You smiled to yourself once hearing his comment, even if you were a little worried by what could come next. Your brother followed you to the room Sam was in, quietly closing the door behind you.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, Robby.” You whispered as you both leaned your ears on the door, hearing the muffled scuffle between two crazed fathers. But the sudden slam of the door was startling, and her father calling her name shocked her back to consciousness. “I spoke way too soon, goddammit.” You waited a few moments before hearing a loud crash, to which all of you decided was the right time to check on them. Robby and Sam restrained their respective fathers and you took a look around the room.

“Dad, stop!” Sam pleaded and he immediately cooled down.

“Sam? What happened? Are you okay?” Daniel asked her and she let him know she was fine. “Why didn’t you call or text us?”

“Seriously? Another TV?” You groaned at the sight of the television lying on the floor as opposed to secured on the wall as the others began to argue.

“Mr. LaRusso, it was my fault. I brought here here.” Robby tried to enact his plan, but you knew it would backfire.

“Wait, don’t even start.” Daniel warned him, ready to break his heart right then and there. “I gave you a second chance. This whole thing was a mistake. You know, if you wanna end up like him, that’s up to you.” The room stood still, unimpressed with his lecture as Robby’s eyes began to gloss over. It was a cruel way to treat someone who made a mistake, that’s what you were thinking as you watched the face of a dojo make a fool of himself in your living room. “All right, come on, Sam.”

“Please, Dad.” She timidly added as he pulled her away.

“Sam, I don’t wanna hear it. Let’s go.” Daniel exited, slamming the door behind him as your brother shed a few tears and the burning bolonga smell filled the apartment.

“I, uh, I’m gonna take the car and pick something up for breakfast.” You slowly grabbed the keys off the counter, waiting for approval.

“Yeah, good idea. Here’s a few bucks.” Johnny grabbed his wallet and handed you some cash. “Don’t go too crazy behind the wheel, I’ll check for scratches.”

“Yes, Dad, I know. I’ll be back soon.” You, much more gently, shut the door behind you and texted your dad immediately after: talk to him, he needs you. Your dad looked down at his phone and back up at Robby, who was walking down the hallway to his room to be alone, shutting the door somewhere in the middle of your’s and Daniel’s power.

“Robby?” Johnny leaned on the wall and tapped the knuckle of his index finger against the door. “Hey, you wanna talk about it?”

“I just want to be alone for a while.” Robby’s muffled voice shooed Johnny away.

“All right, I understand. I’ll be in the living room if you change your mind.” Johnny let him know before walking back to the battleground to clean up. “Shit!” He said, running to the stove to turn the burner off. “That’s horrible, ugh.” The smell of burnt meat filled his nostrils and he winced. No wonder Robby rushed to his room.

You returned not too long after with an array of McDonald’s breakfast items to choose from, finding your dad sitting on the couch with a beer. “So? Did you talk?”

“He said he wanted to be alone.” Johnny answered as you set all the bags down on the table and rolled your eyes. “How’s the car?”

“On fire in the middle of an intersection.” You walked to the end of the hallway and knocked on Robby’s door. “It’s y/n. I’ll give you five seconds and then I’m coming in.” Your dad got up to see what you were doing as you counted to five and let yourself into the room, closing the door once again. “Don’t get mad at me for saying this, but—”

“You were right?” Robby tried to finish your sentence, looking pretty angry, eyes as red as his cheeks.

“I was gonna say that you can’t let him get to you, but if you think I’m right, I can live with that.” You sat on the edge of the bed, acting like you were the parent Robby never had in this moment. He exhaled deeply, lying back down as you kept going. “A lot of that stuff he just said because he was angry. People don’t always mean what they say when they’re angry, especially when it comes to their kids.” You explained to your brother.

“What if I am turning into Dad?” Robby suggested while staring at the popcorn ceiling.

“You’re not turning into Dad. You did a lot to prevent that, he just said it to get under your skin.” The subject was getting a little too deep for Robby, and out of nowhere, he kicked you. Not violently, just enough to make you jump. “Hey! I’m trying to help you here!”

“You know, you move a lot in your sleep.” Robby chuckled, sniffled, and sat up. “That was payback for what you did to my ribs.”

“Wow, I see. Okay, we’re even.” You stood up and walked towards the head of the bed, grabbing his arm and yanking him off the mattress. “Now, come on and eat the food I brought!” Robby nearly let himself crash on the floor, but he caught himself and you both burst into laughter loud enough for your dad to hear, something else to make him smile at. “Wash your face, too. You look like a wreck.”

“You’re a very mean person.” Robby joked as you made your way out of the room.

“It’s a mean world.” While Robby went to the bathroom to clean up, you entered the living room and looked right at your dad, saying, “You owe me.”

“How do you do it?” Johnny was perplexed by your success.

“I’m just persistent, I guess.” You headed for the tabled and unpacked all the food, trying to get something good out of this morning since sleeping in wasn’t an option. And so the day went on, kind of awkwardly and quietly. Johnny ran some errands, Robby and you watched more TV in complete silence, and you mentally prepared yourself for the first day of school.

—————

You headed out early the next morning, making sure you left early enough to skateboard to school so Johnny could take Robby on his own. “Hey, where’s y/n?” Robby asked once he woke up, albeit pretty late for a school day. Just out of practice, I guess.

“Ah, they left already. Wanted to skate. Said they’d meet you in front to show you around. I can drive you, though. Just let me know when you’re ready.” Johnny told him, setting bowls of cereal out for each of them. Robby walked back into your room to try to find something to wear, getting lucky and finding some clothes of his own. And after a quiet breakfast, headed out to the car.

They saw you when they pulled up to the school and, well, you couldn’t miss them. “Got you some pencil and some paper…” He told Robby while gifting him his brand new school supplies. “I wasn’t sure what you needed. Y/N usually gets their own stuff, I forgot to ask what.”

“Thanks.” Robby sighed and accepted the backpack his dad handed him. They kept on talking, making you grow impatient as you waited for your brother to step out of the car. Once he did, your dad waved to you and you waved back, then watched him peel out. Robby approached with a smirk and shook his head. “Really? You left me alone with him again?”

“Ah, you loved it.” You led him along the halls. “He wanted to drive you to school, it couldn’t have been that bad.”

“It’s still weird seeing him act like a dad.” Robby admitted.

“I see him act like a dad to me all the time. Well, most of the time. It’s the same thing with me and mom. You heard from her since she went to rehab?” You asked as you showed him to his homeroom first and foremost.

“Not really. But at least she’s doing something right.” You walked him to his next few classes, making sure he remembered where to go for the day.

“Finally.” You dodged kids darting through the hallways and poked fun at the freshman, just like Dad taught you. “They’re like little gremlins, man. Why are they running with their arms behind their backs? They’re gonna trip and fall on their faces.” You finally brought Robby to his locker, which wasn’t too far off from yours…or Sam’s. “You’re lucky our names are so close together. Go get her.” Robby ran a few steps ahead and reunited with his girlfriend.

“Excuse me?” He said, causing her to turn around. “I’m new to this school. Can you help me find Miss Santino’s class.” She didn’t laugh, just said:

“Hey.”

“Oh. That bad, huh?” He cocked an eyebrow and leaned against the nearby lockers.

“I feel like an idiot. We should’ve just gone to my house and been honest with my parents. I’m sorry.” She said to him, feeling an immense amount of guilt inside.

“No, it’s my fault, too.” Robby told her. “From now on, no more lying.” Just before he could go on, you showed up, leaning your elbow on his shoulder to embarrass him in front of his girlfriend.

“Is he bothering you?” You asked since she looked miserable.

“Hi, y/n…” Sam timidly greeted, just a little worried by your presence as a Cobra Kai and all.

“You can let your guard down, Sam, I’m not like the other Cobras. I’m only in it to kick and punch shit.” You assured her and Robby laughed a little.

“Spoken like a true Lawrence.” He joked, punching your arm and easing the tension between you three.

“Of course. I wanted to ask real quick if you have A or B lunch?” You directed your question to Sam.

“A lunch.” She answered.

“Ah, too bad. Me and Robby have B lunch.” You frowned and walked around her, continuing the conversation. “Well, Robby, I will see you at lunch. I just wanted to let you know that Dad’s not picking us up today, but I brought a spare board.” You did your locker combination and opened it to reveal the skateboard in question, fitting perfectly amongst your books and such. You took it out and passed it over to your brother. “Take care of that, or else. I’ll leave you alone now, that was all.”

“Thanks, y/n. See you later.” Robby waved bye and turned back to his girlfriend. “Sorry about that. Y/N means well, they weren’t lying. It’s just been a weird weekend. As I was saying…I have to tell you something.” She looked at him and waited for him to go on. “Miguel gave me the Medal of Honor. And I put it in the backyard so someone would find it.” She blinked a few times, staring at him with almost no emotion since she already knew what he’d done. As they discussed it some more, the morning bell rang and everyone scattered to class. You ignored the morning announcements as you got situated in class, ready for the day to end as soon as you sat down. But a sudden interruption caught your attention.

“Samantha LaRusso. You know what you did, and now you’re gonna pay for it. I’m coming for you, bitch.” Tory announced to the whole school and sounded the bell, prompting everyone to leave class at the wrong time. You knew things were gonna get ugly fast, so you rushed to the action and met your brother along the way. “Y/N! You gotta help me here.”

“I—Dude, I can’t just—This is insane.” You got a little frazzled, the only good word to use here. Tory was a Cobra, and they could be quite ruthless. Not only that, she was a friendly to you, it’d be a betrayal to stand against her. But on the other hand, Sam was Robby’s girlfriend. Your brother’s girlfriend. You couldn’t mess that up again, you’d never forgive yourself if you did.

“Please…” He looked you in your eyes and you came to terms with the fact that you were about to stab all your friends in the back.

“I got your back.” You patted him on the shoulder and rushed to the circle of students with him and halted once you caught the stand off. You told yourself you could get through this with the least amount of drama, just play the “middle-man” and hold them back until some sort of authority broke it up, but in hindsight, that idea didn’t work out well.

“I saw what you did at the party.” Tory said once you and Robby arrived. “You kissed Miguel.” It was news to many, but to Robby, it shattered his world. Sam gazed over at him with remorse, but the damage was done, your brother had been crushed. Sam stuttered, like she wanted to apologize, but just couldn’t. She had her chance, though, long enough before Tory swung her fist and you two just stared in awe.

“Do…do you want to do something?” You leaned over and asked him, who was frozen completely. “Dude, that’s messed up. Maybe she needs to handle this one on her own.” You were ready to bail out, not wanting to get on the wrong side of Tory’s fists.

“I…” Robby started, watching the two fight while he fought himself inside. Sam was getting kicked, punched, and pushed, but once Sam was completely helpless, Robby couldn’t take it anymore. He tagged in and pulled Tory off while you grabbed Sam and tried to get her away from her assailant. “You okay?” Robby asked her as you tried to get her on her feet. “Y/N, get her out of here!” But when Robby pinned Miguel’s girlfriend, he created a scene that Miguel wouldn’t think twice about. He tackled your brother and you bailed on saving Sam, getting pulled back by Hawk.

“What the hell are you doing? Are you helping them?” Hawk confronted you, backing you against a wall with his personal posse.

“Robby is my brother, I have to help him.” You pushed him away from you.

“We’re your dojo, you’re really gonna sell out for him?” He wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily, you knew it, but to your right was your brother and Miguel pummeling each other, this had turned into the worst day of school ever.

“I’m not doing this with you, Hawk. Back off.” You warned and instead of heeding that, he decided to fight you—confusing both sides as they caught sight of it. But getting distracted by Robby’s grunts of pain didn’t do you any good when Hawk got the upper hand.

“Hahah, I finally got a hit on y/n Lawrence. And you thought the day would never come.” He mocked as you swept his leg and knocked him to the floor amidst his bragging, stepping on his hair spikes and leaving to do something good.

“It’ll never happen again.” You told him while following the crowd into the next hallway over, scattering to see what you could do. The four were up on the stairs and you were fighting for your life to get to the second floor. Before you could make it up there, it was too late. Miguel had fallen just a few feet away from you and you froze at the sight. It took a few forceful thoughts for you to look up and see him, Robby, standing over the railing in pure fear. You would have gone after him, but you couldn’t move. Even if you wanted to. The next person you looked at was Sam, then Tory, and by the time you looked back up, Robby was gone.

You were taken to the hospital to be checked for a concussion, you were lucky that was it. But when your dad got there, he didn’t know what to think. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a…good ol’ fashion concussion. Never stopped me before.” You sat up in the hospital bed they’d put you in and your dad paced the room. “You talk to Carmen yet?”

“Yeah, she wants nothing to do with me.” He told you, balling his fists like Miguel had taught him. “And Robby’s missing, so that’s just perfect. I’m glad you’re okay, though. I am. They did tell me you were suspended, though, nice job.”

“We all got suspended. I was just trying to break up the fight.” You tried to defend yourself.

“I’m not mad, y/n, I was hoping you’d get suspended sooner or later. Just sucks it happened like this.” Johnny sat down on a chair and shook his head, bouncing his leg on the ground. “You sure your head’s okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just gotta stay up for a while.” You assured him.

“Great, ‘cause I’m staying up with you. There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep after this.” Johnny told you, and you knew he wasn’t kidding a bit. The gravity of the situation started to weigh down on you from there. Way more than you anticipated. “What? What’s wrong? Where are the jokes? You’re freaking me out.”

“This is like, really bad.” You curled your legs up, holding them against your chest and resting your chin on your knees. “Miguel’s actually fighting for his life. That’s real. This is real. Robby is a fugitive, I didn’t get to him on time. I was trying to, I swear, but the Cobras noticed. They wouldn’t let me go without a fight, I couldn’t chase him or anything. This…this is crazy. I’m in the hospital and I’m about ten seconds away from a panic attack now. I think I fucked up.” You didn’t use that word lightly in front of your dad, but when he heard it he swapped his seat for your bed and hugged you as tight as he could.

“Y/N, I know for a fact that this wasn’t on you. There’s no possible way it could have been, you did everything you could.” Johnny assured you, trying to hold back his tears from your rant to him. “I’m proud of you for choosing to do the right thing, even if it meant fighting against the dojo. You did better than I would’ve at that age. Now, I’m gonna sign the release forms and get you out of here, okay?”

“Hey, Dad?” You asked before he left the room.

“Yeah?”

“Can we get ice cream from the store on the way home?” You asked him and he smiled through his personal pain, nodding in agreement with you.

“Sure, we’ll get whatever you want.” He knocked his knuckles lightly against the metal threshold and left the room, letting tears silently spill as he did what needed to be done, but knowing deep down he was on the verge of disappointing you greatly. He was on the verge of spiraling.

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