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Snow Day

Description: It snows and Johnny gets to keep Robby for a few extra days.

Notes: Idc what cannon says, Johnny is a good dad here. For @itskotka for @cksecretsanta ! Merry Christmas, sorry this is so late friend! Hope you enjoy!

“The road is covered,” Johnny peered out of the blinds of his shitty little apartment, glaring at the white covering the ground, “what is the plan?”

“The plan?” Shannon laughed over the phone and Johnny rolled his eyes. She wasn’t taking things as seriously as he was. Johnny had, surprisingly, been the one to take the custody agreement the most particularly. Sid had fed him with horror stories from his time as a divorce lawyer. One slip up and you never saw the kid again.

Johnny didn’t think Shannon would do that, but he couldn’t risk it. He didn’t want to miss being in Robby’s life. Not now, not ever. “The plan is that you keep Robby until the snow clears.” Shannon's voice was steady, “Look, I wouldn’t trust myself to drive in all this shit and I certainly don’t trust you to do it either.”

“You’re sure,” Johnny checked again, “I can go real slow-”

“I’m not risking you or Robby getting into a car crash because you’re too anxious. I’m not gonna take you to court for keeping Robby a few extra days John.” Shannon sounded exasperated, Johnny couldn’t blame her. “Just take lots of pictures of the little bug out in the snow, yeah?”

Johnny let out a sigh of relief and gave a small nod, though he knew Shannon couldn’t see it. He was honestly feeling…excited. Now that the worry was out of the way, he could focus on the fact that he was actually going to get a few extra days with his son. Not only extra days but extra snow days. On his first set of snow days they would get to have together.

Not that it was necessarily rare for them to get snow, but more often than not Robby would be with Shannon when it snowed and, by the time the roads were cleared, the novelty would have worn off. That and the snow would usually be a slushy mess of mud and ice. Not exactly great for father-son bonding.

Then, the one year it had snowed while Robby had been with Johnny, the poor kid had been so sick with a stomach bug that Johnny was taking care of him while covered in gloves and some of his protective equipment from his construction job. And Johnny had still gotten sick despite all of that.

So, in his mind, this was the first snow he would have with Robby. He was determined to make it a good one.

He gave a light chuckle into the phone. “Don’t worry, you’ll probably be sick of snow pictures by the time you get Robby back.”

“Feel warm, bud?” Johnny tucked Robby’s scarf into his jacket, giving a soft smile as he looked over his bundled-up son. Robby was all red-faced and puffed up. He’d been complaining for the last few minutes about how long it was taking for them to go out. Johnny wasn’t going to risk the kid getting a cold or pneumonia or something equally as terrifying to his already anxious mind. He’d already determined that he was going to be holding tight to Robby as they went down the stairs to ensure that his on wasn’t going to slip and fall and break something.

He shook his head to rid himself of the thought as Robby answered, “Yes! I’m warm, can we go out now? I wanna make a snow man.”

Johnny gave a small chuckle before standing up and slipping his own gloves on. “We can go out, but you gotta hold on to me when we go down the stairs, okay? Don’t want you slipping.” Robby’s bright smile and eager nod was enough to send warmth blooming through Johnny’s chest.

They made their way down the slippery metal stairs of the apartment building carefully, aided by Johnny’s death grip on the railing and Robby’s hand to make sure that neither of them would go down too easily. It was only once Johnny finally felt the soft crunch of snow beneath his feet that he relaxed, releasing Robby’s arm and watching him set off into the snow with an excited little yell.

It was amusing to watch his son. Of course, Shannon shared pictures and told Johnny just how much Robby really loved the snow, but it was different to see it in person. Now, he could stand back and watch for himself as Robby practically dove into the snow. His phone was out in an instant, snapping pictures of his son laughing and throwing snow and already starting to try and build the very base of a snowman.

Robby had this big grin on his face and Johnny couldn’t help but match it as he watched him. He stayed back, watching and snapping pictures until Robby looked up at him with those wide eyes and asked, “Dad, come help me, its too heavy!”

Johnny’s heart melted in his chest. He was quick to shove his phone back into his pocket and join Robby on his knees, building up the base of the snowman.

Johnny let himself be ordered about, Robby setting him to work rolling out a giant snowball while he started to build up the middle piece of the snowman. The two worked carefully, occasionally tossing snow at one another when things got a bit boring.

By the time Robby decided that the base of the snowman was big enough, the snowball was almost as tall as him and Johnny had used enough snow that they could see a bit of grass peeking through the white.

Next, Johnny was made to lift up the big snowball that Robby had made for the middle. He did so, all while trying not to laugh at the barking orders that his son was giving him. The little bug sounded like one of those construction workers that Johnny worked with. He decided he might need to get him his own construction hat for their snow-building projects to finish off the look.

Then came the head, he was also made to place that. Finally, he had to help Robby dig through the snow to find proper rocks and sticks to fit to their snowman. It took almost as long as building the body did, if only because Robby wasn’t satisfied until they’d found the “perfect” pieces.

Johnny held the two sticks and several rocks in one hand and hauled Robby up on his shoulder with the other. Ever so slowly, Robby placed everything in the snow. He smoothed out the eyes, pressed tiny pebbles in for the mouth, and positioned the sticks carefully so that it almost seemed like the snowman was waving. He was clearly an expert at that point.

Once the final touches had been made, the two stepped back to admire their work. Robby gave a slow nod of approval, as though he hadn’t expected for his dad actually to be able to keep up with his snowman-building abilities. After a moment, Johnny made him stand with their creation so that he could snap a picture of him with a bright grin.

“Looks awesome kiddo,” Johnny tucked his phone back into his pocket. “What’s next? Igloo?”

Robby grinned at him before ducking down and grabbing a handful of snow. Johnny knew immediately what he was doing, still, he wasn’t able to dodge his son’s quick throw. The cold snow smacked against his chest and Johnny gasped, pretending to be horribly wounded as Robby laughed.

“Oh you are going to regret that one,” Johnny gave a evil laugh before darting down to grab snow at the same time that Robby did, both of them laughing as they began to run around, hurling quickly made snow balls at each other.

Later, as Johnny was carefully stirring in milk and hot chocolate mix on his stove, he took a long moment to send all of the fifty pictures he’d taken to Shannon with a grin. He ignored her responding messages saying that she didn’t think he was serious about the photos, unbothered as he set the background of his phone to a photo of him and Robby covered in snow in front of their snowman.

#for: itskotka #by: fixfoxnox #johnny lawrence #robby keene #cobra kai #fanfic #cksecretsanta24

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cksecretsanta · 6 months ago

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/62254955/chapters/159267549

My Secret Santa gift for noodlekru @cksecretsanta

#for: noodlekru #by: amymone69 #fanfic #samantha larusso #tory nichols #rating: g #cksecretsanta24 #cobra kai

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cksecretsanta · 6 months ago

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The Waiting Room

@landslided

Hi there! Happy late New Year! I am your Secret Santa for @cksecretsanta 2024! This is part one of The Waiting Room, a LawRusso fic that explores Johnny's feelings if Daniel had been stabbed instead of Kwon at the Sekai Taikai. Once completed, I will be linking you and posting the full fic on my A03! I'm so very sorry for the delay, unfortunately my job peaks for me during holiday season, and it's been awhile since I've written something other than a drabble. And longer since I've written anything for LawRusso, so I was rusty. Anyway, I hope you like this first part and the rest of the fic that will follow!

The Waiting Room

Part 1

The Prologue—A Summary Of Circumstance (And Blood)

Thing is, it’s not like Johnny Lawrence hasn't seen blood before.

In his line of life, both past and present tense, blood was (is) an active participant. In childhood it was a near-constant companion for him, moreso when Mom married way up and his Interest of the Week (roller-skating, hockey, wrestling, boxing��the whole violent collection) got bankrolled by Sid.

(The belittling was provided for free.)

In this grudgingly funded way, the bloody messes continued even when those hobbies dimmed and faded into obscurity with the shining onset of karate; the crowning laurel of Johnny's interests. But when the gold of that trophy itself faded to a second-place bronze, and its former glory was shoved pell-mell into a cardboard box and dumped in the back of his closet (while his failure at that One Thing He Was Great At took the shape of a sore-spot that would bruise and fester and sting like a bitch for over thirty years)—the blood still remained.

(He needed a job after all, and sulking didn't pay the bills though it went down smooth coupled with Coors and misery. Handyman it was, then.)

But getting into the trades and the rough nature of the business only meant that the cause of bloody company shifted and changed from scraped knees and injuries acquired on the mat—to monthly misaimed hammers, the certainty of electrical shocks, near-decapitation by ugly, rotting palm-trees. (And that trip to the emergency room in '09 that depleted his already non-existant savings and had him running to fucking Sid for a cheque and the groveling humiliation knotted around it like a barbed and baited bow.)

Being a handyman barely paid the California bills, but it paid them nonetheless, and it was good work, steady work, honest work. Though sometimes, most times, Johnny hated it so much; hated it like how he hated Sid, like how he hated being a middle-aged loser, like how he hated that second place trophy in his shitty apartment, like how he hated...

...him.

But like these things tend to go, one day all that hate just boiled and bubbled up from under his skin and spilled on over, coating everything in real-life consequences. All because that bitch with the wrong wall TV happened, and then Johnny losing his temper happened, and getting fired happened, and beating those little shits outside the corner store happened.

But mostly because LaRusso happened, just like he’d been happening for three fucking decades with his corny commercials and his cheesy bonsai and the fact that he lived rent-free in Johnny's 1984 frozen brain while Johnny was barely making it in the real world. LaRusso stepped out of his nighttime frustrations and into his daytime troubles after Johnny's car was towed to his fancy dealership with his stupid suit and his dumb smile and his earnest used-car-saint charm. And his beaming offer to give Johnny a new car when Johnny shoulda wiped the floor with that holier-than-thou-rabbit-toothed smirk three decades ago.

(The lattermost of which hadn't happened outside of booze-fueled pipe dreams that led nowhere but to a hangover from the hell the following day.)

What did happen though, was that Johnny got back into Karate and opened up that box of Pandora, and then Miguel and Kreese and Robby followed, and Things Happened and Kept Happening. And the happenings got better and then they got worse, but what remained, always, was the karate, and the blood—and LaRusso.

Daniel.

The Thing that...Happened.

(Fuck.)

Circumstance And Blood And Daniel Fucking LaRusso

So...

...this? The Sekai Taikai. Broadcasted globally on that stream-thing so everyone had tickets to their living-room seats to witness the bruises, the brawl, the brutality.

(And the blood. And Daniel.)

It shouldn’t faze Johnny, what happened, then. It's nothing new, after all. Blood on the mat, blood on the white gi. He's seen it all before, it's not like he's fresh meat or bright eyed and bushy tailed or anything.

It shouldn’t faze him.

(Except that it does.)

Fazes him so much that he doesn’t even move from where he watches it all happen, fresh and thrumming like an engine from fighting that ancient ponytailed prick backstage. Doesn't move as he watches how that fucking Iron Lizard kid or whatever rushes up to the other Metal Lizard kid, the way too tall one, with a knife, and Daniel—

—fucking rushes. Gets between them because he's got to be the hero, he's gotta save the evil little shit, gotta worm his way in through whatever cracks he can. Defense, offence it doesn't matter; he finds a way to slip through the muscle and the bones and the grit of it all just like he did to Johnny. (At school and at the All Valley and for thirty-five years while Johnny licked the salt from his wounds and paced night after night with the company of beer and that dark-eyed, scrawny ghost.) And Daniel did it—does it—so easily, so quickly; this slipping in-between the cracks. Makes himself stick and stay and take the brunt of it because he's small and stupid and too fucking nosy to live, and too great of a Sensei to not care, and too kind of a person to stop and think of himself and what it would do if—

—if something happened.

Except this time, that if turns to certainty, to absolution. Turns to the worst case scenario that becomes fact in an instant.

A fact that leaves an empty, Daniel-less space on the mat, the knife that did the deed useless by the unoccupied space, and the blood that followed the bullshit all bright and wet and hideous under the stage lights. And Johnny just stands there by the curtains like a fool who has forgotten that it’s his turn to go on stage and act his part and do something. Anything.

But he just stands there as both Lizards are escorted off and the crowd is pushed back and the paramedics arrive and take LaRusso away from the scene. From the Sekai Taikai. Maybe from this shitty fucking planet too.

(And from Johnny himself. Of course.)

The circumstance and the blood.

Nothing new, right?

Right?

(Until it is.)

#for: landslided #by: puella peanut #fanfic #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #cksecretsanta24

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cksecretsanta · 6 months ago

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gingerbread and kisses

Sam/Tory Christmas fic for fulfillingbineeds! I'm your Secret Santa, sorry to be posting this on the deadline, but I hope you do enjoy it!

Sam and Tory meet under the mistletoe. 1,018 words. rating: g.

gingerbread and kisses - grus - Cobra Kai (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

@cksecretsanta @fulfillingbineeds

#for: fulfillingbineeds #by: shootfighting #fanfic #tory nichols #sam larusso #rating: g #cksecretsanta24

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cksecretsanta · 6 months ago

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slippery slope

for @beetlepassing @cksecretsanta

summary: johnny and robby have very different experiences regarding snow. on a snowy tournament trip, johnny has to face his fear. if only either of them knew how to ski.

A/N: psa i haven't written for a long time (major writer's block and lack of time) but this was so fun to write! it's a little bit angsty but i hope the happy ending payout worked out well. i hope you enjoy!

If there were only one major difference between Robby Keene and his father, it would have to be their opinions on the snow. Johnny loathed it; the way it stuck to his beat-down shoes, the cold slickness, and the heaviness of it all. Robby enjoyed the chill in the air and the way it fell so quiet. Of course, it rarely snowed in California.

Johnny, however, remembered the annual Christmas trips he endured with his mother in various wintery states. Resorts where he stayed inside while his mom drank or spent her days with his step-father, neglecting the so-called “family bonding” she planned the trips out to be. They encouraged him to go skiing (never mind that he hadn’t before) or “make friends for himself.” After years of sitting in their shitty hotel rooms, he decided this was the year he was going to go. And so he did, renting skis with his pocket change and venturing up the slopes. And because Johnny Lawrence wasn’t a wuss, he went to the black diamond.

He didn’t remember much of the accident - mostly just that there had been one. Somewhere he turned wrong, or somewhere he went off a cliff, or somewhere he hit a tree. He wasn’t quite sure. He did remember lying in the snow with numb limbs, shivering from the cold and pain, and waiting for his mom to find him. She was coming, she had to be. The weight of the snow he was stuck in felt impossible to move from. He waited until the sky went dark and he could barely move when he realized nobody was coming. Johnny had faced death numerous times, and maybe it was the chill in the air or the stupidity of it all, but that was the one that stuck with him the most. Using everything he had left, he got to his knees and trekked down the rest of the hill at an excruciatingly slow pace. With tears in his eyes and blood on his legs, he made it.

Before he could lock himself in the bathroom (in hopes that his mom or Sid didn’t see), he was stopped by a woman in the lobby who saw the state he was in and called an ambulance. His mom was pissed, but not more than Sid was. The man held it over him ever since in detail Johnny had blocked out for so many years. The trips stopped after that year and Johnny’s hospital bills were to blame.

Robby, on the other hand, saw the snow as peace. His mom took him on trips similar to Johnny’s whenever she was invited by a man wealthier than they could dream of. When the men found out she was bringing her kid, they started changing their minds. As a last resort, Shannon said she was simply his nanny. This lowered the pressure and shame of being a single mother, and Robby tried not to think about that too much.

He was a quiet, introspective child. On these trips, watching the snow was the one thing that got him through. Whether inside or out, he sat and watched in wonder. Every flake was unique and he found himself creating stories for them. Many hours of his were spent fascinated by the calmness of something as simple as a frozen water drop. He found most of his peace within the fluffy, mysterious white snow he always missed when they returned.

Johnny never wanted to revisit the cold climates, but Robby longed for it. When Daniel signed them up for a tournament in Aspen, the kids' excitement ultimately trumped Johnny’s resentment. And, because Johnny wasn’t a quitter, he followed suit.

With the tournament committee’s help combined with Daniel’s, they ended up at an all-exclusive convention center-turned-ski-resort. Johnny had one goal for the weekend: stay inside at all costs. Daniel and the kids had other plans.

The tournament went well. They won first over all with no surprise appearances from Cobra Kai or other enemies. It felt weird, but it was almost like they were a normal dojo again. Karate wars settled (at least for now) and hearts happy. Miguel and Robby were getting along fine; Tory and Sam were fixing things. If it weren’t for his paralyzing fear, even Johnny would have been relaxed.

On their last day, the four kids lined up in the lobby decked in winter gear. Johnny turned around from his midday drink at the bar and held his tongue at the sight.

“You aren’t going to join us on the slopes?” Daniel mocked, piling on thick layers of gear.

Johnny grimaced. “No, you guys go ahead. I’ve got a headache.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. Leading up to the trip, he felt his head throb every time he thought of it.

Daniel threw him a skeptical look. “If you say so, John.” The group started for the doors, but Robby hung back.

“You sure, Dad?” he asked.

Johnny waved him off. “Yeah, probably gonna go lay down or something. I’m fine.”

“Okay,” Robby agreed. “Just checking.” He ran to catch up to them, heading towards the girls. Johnny took one last swig of his drink and watched them go, preparing for a long, peaceful nap. A twinge of guilt pulled at his chest as they walked through the fresh fallen snow. Putting it off as heart burn, he turned to the hallway and to his room.

When Johnny woke up to someone trying to knock down his door, the daylight was long gone. He groaned, hoping whoever it was would go away. He was less than a day away from being back in sunny California. He could be a Scrooge if he wanted to.

“Johnny!” The knocking continued; Daniel’s muffled voice cussing him out through the thin hotel walls. Johnny rolled his eyes and lifted the covers. With his eyes half-shut, he opened the door.

“Larusso, this better be important.” He slowly adjusted his eyes to the light, finally revealing Daniel’s worried expression. His stomach lurched. “What is it?” His voice shook, sobering.

Daniel sighed, seemingly out of breath. “It started snowing and… ah, God, we got separated and…”

“And?”

“We can’t find Robby.” And just like that, Johnny’s last sense of peace vanished.

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry, John.”

“Holy shit.”

“He’s a smart kid.”

“I gotta go.” Johnny pushed past Daniel, starting for the doors.

Daniel called after him. “Jacket? Boots?” He stopped, turned around, and to his surprise, Daniel already was holding what he needed. He threw them on, softly muttering a thanks, and headed outside.

A blast of cold hit him immediately. Flurries started spiraling around him and he could picture himself stumbling down the hill in similar conditions. Daniel was right - Robby was a smart kid. However, that also meant he would have been back already if he was okay. Johnny considered puking, barely a few feet from the door he came out of. Go, he urged himself. He had no clue where he was going or what his plan was. All he knew was that he had to go find his kid, and he at least had luck with that in the past. Johnny eyed the towering ski hills. “Alright bud, where the hell would you be?” he whispered to the wind. With snow in his eyes and a chill in his heart, he began trudging up the hill.

Every second reminded him of his past. It seemed to be a recurring theme in his life that he wished he could escape. Before Kreese took ahold of his life, when he was supposed to “enjoy his youth,” he was stuck injured and alone. He could imagine Robby, lost and hurt, too, and somehow that hurt worse.

He was making progress, despite tripping over his feet and cursing at the cold for freezing his ass off. He was halfway up the tallest hill after what felt like forever when he realized one thing he could do.

On the very rare occasion that Johnny saw his son in his youth, they often played hide and seek. Johnny, being the deadbeat (probably still drunk from the night before) father, would get lazy, creating a whistle in true ‘marco polo’ fashion. He had absolutely no idea if Robby remembered it, let alone how he thought of it himself, but anything was worth a shot. He let out a low whistle. Once, then twice. No response, and Johnny thought for sure he was an idiot for trying. After attempting once more, Johnny fell back into the snow and sat.

Then, a whistle of wind. Once, then twice. Johnny recognized that sound: picturing a little kid in a soccer jersey and round glasses. He scrambled to get to his feet, repeating his first call. Call and response. Call and response. Johnny followed the sound, trudging towards the woods when he spotted a familiar navy blue jacket. He flung himself on the ground next to him, trying not to think too much about how cold it was or how long he was lying like this.

“Dad?” Robby’s voice trembled in a soft tone.

“I’m right here, Robby.” Johnny brought his gloved hand to the back of Robby’s helmet and started to analyze the situation. His bad knee was bent backwards and tangled with a tree limb. A familiar streak of red traced the snow around his head, and Johnny felt his head rush with panic.

“I - I don’t know what happened. I just… couldn’t get up,” Robby explained under his breath. As much as Johnny wanted to assure him that everything was fine, another twinge of guilt-striken panic hit him and he couldn’t breathe. His grip loosened behind Robby’s head as he began to shake. “Are.. are you okay?” He tried opening his mouth to respond, but no sound came out. “Hey, I’m fine,” he whispered. “I’ll be fine. It’s just snow.”

Suddenly, he could feel the weight crushing his legs all those years ago and his numb body and mind. The hope, the distrust, the shame. It all came rushing back as he looked down at his son.

“I’m… sorry,” he managed.

“What? Why would you be sorry?” Once again, he couldn’t bring himself to answer. “You found me anyway,” Robby continued. And then it struck Johnny: his mom never came, but he did. He would never receive a great parent award, but it had to prove something… right?

“Yeah… yeah, you’re right,” he breathed out. “Let’s get you out of here.” Focusing his energy back onto Robby, he began lifting the branches and piles of snow away from his legs. He grabbed the bad leg gently and shifted it toward himself. Robby barely flinched. “Don’t worry, it’ll hurt later. The cold numbs it real good,” Johnny explained nonchalantly.

Robby scrunched up his face. “How would you know? I thought you’ve never even snow.”

Johnny sighed heavily. It was better to explain now than never. “I have, unfortunately. Ma used to bring me places like this and my dumbass went skiing without knowing how. I had an accident and… it was pathetic.”

“Wait, what?”

“Broken legs, concussions, some stitches. Ma and Sid were pissed when I got sent out in an ambulance. Not that Sid couldn’t afford it, that selfish asshole.” Johnny looked back down at Robby, who wore an expression he couldn’t describe.

“What? Is that why… why you were blanking out?” He nodded and Robby considered this. “Did they not look for you?”

“Uh… no. They didn’t. I had to find a way out myself.” Just like he did his entire life.

“I’m sorry, I can’t believe that. For whatever it’s worth, I’m glad you came for me. I mean, I could barely step foot into the school after everything with Miguel. I can’t imagine coming back like this.” A small smile formed on Johnny’s lips. Maybe he could turn things around for himself. He didn’t have to stay stuck in his past. He finally had a relationship with his kid, his karate enemy, and had people in his life who actually cared about him. This was new, and it was different.

“Thank you, Robby.”

“Now… can you get me up?” He laughed, and Johnny hoped that he would remember this moment after the delirium faded. He obliged, of course, and helped him. Holding him upright, they began the trek down the hill very cautiously. Dislocated knee or not, if Johnny could do it, Robby could, too.

“I’m shocked you remembered that whistle,” Robby commented, his teeth chattering between phrases.

“I didn’t even think you would. You know, you’re way stronger than me, kid,” Johnny remarked.

“If you say so.”

“What do you say we plan a ski trip next winter?” he joked.

“I’d say I hope you’re kidding.”

“We can break ourselves together this time.” The pair laughed, swaying in the thick snow and leaning over each other. And Johnny realized, as they staggered down the hill, that maybe the snow wasn’t too bad. Maybe Robby had it right all this time: with snow could come peace.

#for: beetlepassing #by: itskotka #johnny lawrence #robby keene #cobra kai #fanfic #cksecretsanta24 #rating: g

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@cksecretsanta fic for @fixfoxnox

A Fake Mistletoe Ch 1/3

He could see them clearly across the cafeteria. They were so god damn close to Johnny, like four velcro dogs in matching reindeer sweaters, Dutch practically in his lap. They were laughing. Daniel clenched his plastic fork and didn't react when he broke off in his hand. Jessica picked it up and left in the pile of other broken plastic forks and handed him another one.

"I'd give you my metal fork, but I'm scared you'll break that one, too, and stab yourself."

Daniel exhaled heavily through his nose. "What do you think they're talking about?"

"Couldn't tell you," Jessica replied through a mouthful of chicken and rice. "You could have just asked him to sit with you today."

Yes, he could have, and he should have, and he wished he had, but Daniel felt bad that Johnny hadn't been spending a lot of time with his friends lately. School and work and Daniel himself were occupying his time.

Him and Johnny made eye contact, and the smile that was sent Daniel's way made his heart melt. Johnny was so damn cute. So pretty. He could spend hours musing about his soft lips and gorgeous golden locks and expressive blue eyes. It was no wonder Dutch was still hung up on him. But did he have to literally be hung up on him? The man had an arm loosely around Johnny's neck, and God knew where the other one was.

Jessica nudged him. "You should do something about that."

He poked at his chicken salad. "What? Fight him?" Admittedly, the thought had crossed his mind.

"That's an option. Lunch and a show." She sipped her fruit punch Gatorade. "But I meant go over and remind Dutch that Johnny is your boyfriend. Give 'im a big ol' smooch. And if you wanted to show him your right hook, that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world."

He rolled his eyes at her. "I'm not bothering him while he's with his friends and assaulting his ex isn't really in the spirit of Christmas."

"Getting cucked isn't in the spirit of Christmas either."

"I am not getting cucked."

"Johnny just fed Dutch one of the chocolate chip cookies he baked this morning."

A bolt of rage surged through Daniel's body. He broke another fork and glared daggers at Dutch, who was keeping his gaze on Johnny as he chewed. Daniel should be the only one getting Johnny's cookie. He was really thinking about marching over there and grabbing Johnny. Instead, he closed his eyes and did the breathing exercises his friend Mr. Miyagi taught him.

"It doesn't mean anything," he said calmly to Jessica but was really telling himself. I just need to get through the next half hour, he thought, then we'll be headed to Johnny's dorm. Alone. Daniel had plans. Plans that did not involve Johnny's friends and especially not his ex-boyfriend. He touched the item he had in his hoodie pocket.

"You say that, but I'm pretty sure Dutch is two seconds from bending Johnny over the table."

"Do I need to sit somewhere else?"

Maybe he should move. So he wouldn't be looking at them. And his blood pressure wouldn't spike. and wouldn't be tempted to clock Dutch in the face.

"Here, I'll help you." Jessica took Daniel's chair and turned it 180 degrees, so he was now facing the windows covered in snowflake and snowman stickers.

"How am I supposed to eat?"

"Sounds like a you problem."

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#for: fixfoxnox #by: russolaw #fanfic #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #dutch #cksecretsanta24 #the karate kid #rating: t

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