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#don’t come on this post trying to impose your weird ass miserable energy on my fly ass frequency
moon8th · 1 year
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Pluto entering Aquarius
imagine me screaming this whole post mama
I may be a bit excited about Pluto entering Aquarius happening on March 23rd.. however..
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GOODBYE fake it til you make it energy 👋🏽 🖕🏽✌🏽
HELLO the birthing of more actual people living in their truth ☺️🥰🫶🏽💋🗣️
GOODBYE people just copying each other / influencer-culture ✌🏽👎🏽👎🏽
GOODFUCKINGBYE hustle culture 😭🖕🏽
MORE PRESENCE MORE LIFE MORE LOVE MORE CONNECTION
GO OUTSIDE 🧚🏽🧖🏽‍♀️🦋🦚🌱🪸🌍🫧✨🥥🤍♻️
THE STRUCTURES ARE SHATTERING 🗣️🔊🔊
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LET THE REAL MASTERS OF THEIR CRAFT RIISSSSEEE
LET THE PEOPLE WITH REAL PRINCIPLES RIIISSEEAAAHHHHHHH
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olligreen · 3 years
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No Bad Student | 6 -- You're Alright, LaRusso
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Pairing: Lawrusso (Daniel x Johnny) Genre: Angst Warnings: None Word count: 2287 Summary: KK2 AU in which Johnny ends up living with Miyagi and Daniel for the summer. Inspired by nadianecromancer’s comic, but I’ll try to avoid making any scenes similar to the ones they already did! Notes: This was originally posted on Ao3 here.
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They both shared a sigh of relief, though Daniel’s was perhaps more desperate. Silence filled the room again and both were just as unwilling to venture a glance toward the other. The pause seemed endless. It was like they’d be stuck in this awkward limbo for the rest of their lives. Then, as if things couldn’t get worse, Johnny started laughing. At first a little stifled chuckle, then, as the bedframe came down gently on its new legs, it turned to an all-out fit.
The sound brought up sharp, sudden rage in Daniel, who looked on with a scowl. “What?! What’s so funny, huh?”
“I--... Sorry, I just--...” He stifled the last remaining mirth, catching his breath. “That was just so fucking weird, man.”
“What was weird about it?” Daniel said before he thought.
“Are you kidding me? That was weird as fuck. Like… I never thought I’d be that close to you without like… kicking your ass right after.”
“Right, like you could.” Daniel got away with the first word-vomit, but, from the way the mood shifted in that instant, he was sure he wouldn’t get away with this one.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean, LaRusso?”
He decided to think a bit before he spoke this time. “Look, man, I just--”
“Don’t go backpedaling now, man. You think you could take me in a real fight, you’re dead wrong.” And just as quickly as they separated, Johnny stepped within a foot of Daniel, glaring down at him with deadly ire.
They weren't quite as close, but Daniel’s restless heart couldn’t tell the difference. He kept his gaze downward, avoiding Johnny; though, despite his efforts, Johnny's imposing figure took up much of his vision.
“You think you’re hot shit now that you won one fight? Nah, man. Just cause you have Ali doesn’t mean you can--”
“I don’t ‘have’ Ali.” He interrupted, some new rage burning in his words.
Johnny’s intimidation blunted, sending him back a few steps. “What?”
“We broke up a month ago.” His words were pointed but his expression was blank, as it was before. It was like he was confusing him on purpose.
“What’d you do?” Johnny responded without time for thought.
Daniel looked up with a scowl. “What the hell do you mean, ‘what did I do?’ Why’s it gotta be my fault?” Anger was a fine emotion to show him, apparently.
“‘Cause I know Ali, asshole. Now, what’d you do?”
“I didn’t do anything! She ran off with some football player from UCLA!”
There it was again, that laugh of his, like a cup of gasoline on an open flame.
“What?! What could possibly be funny about that!?”
Johnny replied firstly with a cruel grin, though there was something off about it. “Now you know what it’s like.” He said, softer than he should have.
Daniel turned away, his face flushing. “No! No, that’s not the same thing.”
“Oh yeah? How is it any different?”
“You hadn’t talked to her for weeks, man! You were done!”
“Two weeks.”
“She wanted nothing to do with--... What’d you say?”
Johnny’s words were spoken underneath Daniel’s -- quiet, solemn, same as before. “We were split up for two weeks, then you showed up.”
Daniel stopped at once, brown eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.
“Y’know how long we were together?” He smirked, reveling in Daniel’s pain, but in his eyes, it was clear he wasn’t the only one hurting. “Two years.”
He was still too close. Anywhere in the room was too close. He stepped back, but couldn’t escape the horrible feeling bubbling up in his chest. He searched desperately for something he could throw back in his face, but how do you even respond to that? Eventually, he settled on the least volatile. “Oh,” he breathed out, eyes trained on the ground.
“Yeah, ‘oh.’” Johnny wandered over to take another defeated seat on his bedroll, though it felt more like a pyrrhic victory than a pure loss.
“Well, but--... But that doesn’t--”
“It doesn’t excuse what I did, I know.” He mumbled, absentmindedly twisting the cloth between his fingers. “But don’t you wanna go find that UCLA douche and kick the shit out of him?”
Daniel breathed a quiet laugh before he could stop it, erasing his smile as soon as he could manage. “Well, sure, but I’m not gonna. That’s not what Miyagi taught me.” He sat across from Johnny, legs crossed on the wooden floor.
Johnny’s eyes moved to the door momentarily. “What’d he teach you?”
“Karate’s for defense only.”
“Well, there ya go. I wasn’t taught that pussy shit.”
“It’s not ‘pussy shit,’ it’s real karate. Not like that garbage Kreese was teaching you.” Just as the words left his mouth, he thought back to the first time he brought up this same topic. He braced for impact.
But the impact never came. Johnny just sat on that bedroll, staring at the floorboards, solemn and silent.
Something about that hit Daniel harder than an angry outburst ever could. There was that image of him -- sitting on the curb, broken glass sparkling on the ground around him. It matched up perfectly. It wouldn’t leave his mind. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, just loud enough to break the silence.
Johnny’s eyes met his, puzzled. “For what?”
“I saw what happened with your sensei, I shouldn’t have mentioned him,” Daniel explained.
But the confusion didn’t cease. “Why do you care?” The words were spat out but were meant genuinely.
“Well ‘cause--...” Daniel started, then took a moment to consider his words carefully. “Mr. Miyagi says there’s no such thing as a bad student, just a bad teacher, right? So--... So I mean, you gettin’ all aggressive and acting like an--... Well, acting the way you did, that’s on him for how he taught you. Y’know what I mean?”
Johnny’s stare was unending as he tried to pick his words apart, his expression hopeful, then fearful, then ultimately clouded by rage. “And what about what you did, huh?”
“What? What’re you talkin’ about?”
“Sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, not leaving well-enough alone? I was gonna call my guys off before you pulled that shit at the Halloween party."
“Oh, come on, Johnny, you and your stupid biker gang were kicking my ass every other day. You weren’t gonna stop. What am I gonna do, just sit and take it?”
“Well yeah, maybe! I mean, you were asking for it. If you would’ve just left Ali alone--”
“What, and nobody’s supposed to date her ever again?”
“Two weeks, man!”
“Yeah, and you had to be the one to tell me that!”
“Did you even ask?”
“Of course I asked! She said ‘weeks,’ that’s it. If she had any intention of getting back together with you, she would’ve said so, Johnny, but she didn’t. She said ‘weeks.’”
The tension in the air only heightened as Johnny considered his words. His lip curled up in disgust, but his glare faltered, and he was left staring at the floorboards again.
“I tried, man. I tried to just talk to you. I tried to tell you that guy was bad news, but you wouldn’t have any of it.”
“You don’t understand, man. You don’t get how much you took from me.” Johnny growled, desperate to shut him up.
“Goddammit, Johnny, I didn’t take anything from you! You lost!” Daniel half-screamed, the energy of the phrase lifting him from his seat.
Johnny followed. “I lost one fight and now, what, I deserve to be miserable? Maybe you’re a lot more like my sensei than you think you are.”
“I’m not talking about the fight, Johnny, for fuck’s sake, can you consider something other than fighting for once?”
“And what else am I supposed to consider, huh?”
“You lost Ali! You did! I didn’t ‘steal’ her from you, she stopped talking to you because you stopped being a person she wanted to talk to.”
“You got no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“What, you think her snobby Encino friends ever stopped talking about how ‘great of a boyfriend’ you were? Do you know how many times I had to hear your name after that tournament was over? I probably know more about that breakup than you do!”
“Fuck you, man.”
“Fantastic argument there, Johnny, good one.”
“Well, what do you want me to say?! That I’m sorry?!”
“That’d be a start!”
“Well then, I’m sorry, alright?! God, of course I’m sorry! You think I feel good about beating the shit out of a person half my size? About lying to my mom about why my clothes were covered in your blood? You think I don’t hate myself just as much as you do?”
The room deafened. The adrenaline in each rival’s mind dissipated, giving way to fear, regret, and sadness. Then, as Daniel’s breaths became heavy, he noticed a glint in Johnny’s eyes that brought him both serenity and pain.
“I just--... I saw you with her. I saw how happy you were and--... and how happy you made her. And--…” His eyes widened to keep in the tears, focused forward, but still, they fell. “And I just thought… ‘I need to make him feel pain...’ God, that sounds awful when I say it out loud like that.”
His words still frightened Daniel, but not enough to prevent him from taking a few steps closer.
“What if--… LaRusso, what if your Sensei was wrong?” The rage was long dead. His eyes were wide, desperate, terrified. There was no less fear hidden in his icy blue gaze than there was in Daniel’s not a few hours before.
“About what?” Daniel said cautiously.
“What if it’s not Cobra Kai? What if it’s just me? What if I’m just a bad person? I mean, what if there’s something wrong with me?”
Daniel shook his head immediately, refusing such a thing without a second thought. Was it that he didn’t think Miyagi could be wrong, or that he saw hope in Johnny’s fearful expression? Maybe it was both. Or maybe it was that feeling, the one he couldn’t explain, pushing his breaths out faster, pulling his arm out to touch Johnny’s shoulder.
He looked at the hand, fear fading to confusion. “I--...” He started, but his mouth fell closed.
“It’s alright, Johnny,” Daniel said softly, then pulled him into a hug.
The warmth shocked him. It took a few seconds before his body relaxed, then his arms climbed across Daniel’s back, holding him the same way he was held.
“You’re not a bad person. Miyagi can help you, alright?” Daniel’s voice was muffled into Johnny’s chest.
“I’m--... I’m sorry.” Johnny repeated.
Finally, Daniel pulled away, keeping that same hand rested on his shoulder, maintaining all the warmth and comfort he could provide in a smile. “I got that part.”
Johnny laughed through his tears, a welcome sound, now.
“Now, you’re not planning on kicking my ass while I’m sleepin’, are ya?” Daniel said as his hand dropped, warm smile falling to a grin.
The grin was matched. “Depends,” he started, his voice still strained, “are you as much of a cocky little shit asleep as you are awake?”
Daniel laughed, audibly. Imagine that. Daniel LaRusso and Johnny Lawrence, smiling and laughing at the same time for once.
“I’m not gonna fuck with you anymore, man. I shouldn’t even be here. I won’t push my luck like that.”
“Why do you need to stay here tonight anyway?”
Johnny’s shoulders tightened, his fatigued smile falling, but not gone. “Got kicked out.” He regained his seat on the bedroll.
“Why? You do something?” Not a moment passed before Daniel plopped himself down in front of Johnny, leaning his back against the bedframe.
“Nah, my stepdad just wanted to get rid of me.” He said casually as if it were a joke. “Now you gotta deal with me instead.”
“So it’s not just gonna be tonight, huh?”
His smile dropped.
“Oh! Well, it’s not--... I’m not saying that’s a bad thing.”
“Nah, it’s alright. I get it. I’ll try to keep it as quick as possible.”
“Johnny, no, really, it’s fine. I’m not gonna--”
“Dude, you fucking hate me. I understand. You don’t need to pretend not to just ‘cause I cried like a bitch in front of you.”
“I’m not pretending. I really think Mr. Miyagi can help you.”
Slowly, that smirk of his returned. “You’re alright, LaRusso.”
Fear washed over Daniel for just a moment but was gone as soon as it came. He gave a warm smile back to him. “You said that before.”
“Oh yeah.” Johnny looked off, recollecting. “It was a fun fight, I’ll give you that.”
He hummed a laugh. “Glad to hear my terrified flailing was entertaining to you.”
“Nah man, that wasn’t flailing. You’re a good fighter.” Johnny fell back on the bedroll, blonde hair puffing up as he did. “Not as good as me, but pretty good.”
“Oho! Somebody need a reminder of who won that fight?” Daniel grinned.
Johnny chuckled lowly, his eyes fluttering closed. “Nah, man, I wasn’t prepared for your shit then. Rematch.”
“Oh, what, you think that’ll change anything?”
“Mhm.”
Daniel let a quiet laugh fill the lapse in conversation, then stood and began to pace. It was getting dark out, the last red-orange glow of the sun the only light in the room. It felt strange. It was like he was in a liminal space, or a dream: quiet, calm, but somewhat offputting. Still, a determination filled his spirit that wasn’t present before, at least not with a source like this. Finally, he decided. “Y’know what, you’re on.”
But by the time the challenge was accepted Johnny was taken by the coming night, curled up on the bedroll, silent and serene.
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