#loverboy acting so good he got the author questioning their own writing
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#loverboy acting so good he got the author questioning their own writing
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Based on this lovely thread by @/shikkestu on Twitter
suho is literally everywhere in whc2. he’s in the boy sleeping at the table in the back of sieun’s new classroom. he’s in gotak, teaching juntae to fight. he’s in baku’s touchiness and fierce protectiveness. he’s in juntae, who talks with his mouth full. he’s in the boxing ring sieun sits in the corner of in his dreams. he’s in sieun’s sleepless nights and his evenings at the hospital. in gotak and juntae’s persistent doorbell ringing that sieun hears from his bedroom, and the split-second spark of hope in his expression that it might be suho. he’s the driving force when the time comes for sieun to make a crucial decision—to help juntae, to refuse to fight at first, but then do it in the end still, to accept the boys’ friendship, to let fun and laughter into his life again, to wake up from his well-deserved sleep and go back to his friends and suho. he’s in the way sieun smiles differently around his new friends, and that familiar smile at the very end that he only saves for suho.
while the narrative keeps suho alive through these subtleties and implicities, sieun keeps his spirit alive explicitly. he goes to him, he talks to him, he writes to him, he lets himself be led and taught by him, despite his unconscious state. he’s still sieun’s best friend and his guiding light. he’s his heart and his home. he is all over whc2, and not as a ghost haunting the narrative, but as the soul of sieun’s story.
the director of weak hero saying that suho & sieun actually fell in love and that the story is basically a high school romance. yeah i don't think we're talking enough about how suhosieun are CANON
She rubbed his back and slid her fingers through his hair, soothingly.
"So what you're telling me," she said quietly, "was that despite everything you got a kiss last night from someone you like?"
He laughed.
- Root Beer Floats and Green Tea by desolateice
What Doesnt Kill You | Lawrusso
by Johnlennonismyhusband1965 Johnny Lawrence is drowning in flowers he never asked for. After the tournament, his world crumbles—Kreese’s abuse, silence at home, scars on his skin, and a disease that blooms in his lungs with every thought of Daniel LaRusso. He tells everyone he’s fine, even as the petals choke him, even as he dreams of letting it kill him. But when his secret is revealed and his body begins to give out, Daniel has to face the truth—that Johnny’s dying because of him, and he might be the only one who can save him. Or After the All Valley Tournament, Johnny Lawrence is drowning under Kreese’s cruelty, his stepfather’s neglect, and years of unresolved pain. When his unspoken love for Daniel manifests as Hanahaki disease, he’s forced to face the isolation, shame, and self-doubt he’s spent so long hiding. With Daniel and his friends noticing his struggles, Johnny must confront the wounds of his past and find a way to survive — and maybe, for the first time, allow himself to be seen and loved. Words: 4507, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English Fandoms: Karate Kid (Movies), The Karate Kid Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Johnny Lawrence, Daniel LaRusso, Dutch (Karate Kid), Tommy (Karate Kid), Bobby Brown (Karate Kid), Johnny Lawrence's Friends (Karate Kid), John Kreese, Mentions of Sid Weinberg Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence Additional Tags: Johnny Lawrence Needs a Hug, Worried Daniel LaRusso, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Esteem Issues, lawrusso, Hanahaki Disease, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Vomiting, Everyone Is Gay, no im joking, Mentions of choking, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Not really specified tho, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Suicide, no beta we die like men via https://ift.tt/rPlsywf
OH MY GODDDDDD I JUST SAW KARATE KID LEGENDS AND I WAS TWEAKING OUTT,,FREAKING LOVED THAT MOVIE SM I FEEL SO BAD I WAS W MH BEST FRIEND AND I WOULDNT STOP FREAKING OUT AND SHE WAS BEING SO NONCHALANT AND I WAS LOSING MY SHIT ILY KEIRA IM SO SO SORRY
“Daniel!!”
Daniel skipped down the damaged, uneven concrete steps two at a time, ducking under the balconies to avoid his mom locking on.
“I don’t want you hanging out with that no-good hoodlum!”
Daniel stopped in his tracks. Anger coursed through his veins, he tasted metallic. He’s bitten his tongue near enough in half.
He turned and pounded up the stairs, uncaring that his fingers splintered on the peeling paint of the handrail.
“Do you know how many of these Valley ass-hats have shouted hoodlum at me? How many have spat at me?” He knew he was coasting with the curse-word but right now getting grounded didn’t matter.
Lucille Larusso shocked Daniel. It wasn’t often his Ma could say something that truly shocked the “runt from Jersey” but today was apparently the day.
“How many of those fuckers gave you a black eye, huh Daniel?”
Daniel blinked. His Ma’s face was puce, specks of spit at the side of her thin mouth.
Daniel took in a shaky breath as his lips trembled.
His mother pulled him in close, breathing in the scent of his cheap drug-store shampoo. They’d ran out of conditioner and Daniel hadn’t been able to steal anymore yet.
“I’m so happy you’re dating Daniel, but why did it have to be him?”
That was a query he’d tried to solve. He’d even roped Johnny’s few brain cells into finding the answer.
They kept coming back to the same reasoning: Johnny couldn’t kiss him so he’d pummeled Daniel - a touch was still a touch.
“He’s apologised, Ma! He’s shown me every day he’s sorry. He’s never laid a hand on me since. He’s even stopped drinking!”
Lucille’s breath caught. Shit! Daniel hadn’t meant to disclose his boyfriend’s alcoholism. Well, can’t back out now.
“He’s been sober for five weeks, Ma. He’s trying. Even the days Sid is extra Sid he hasn’t had anything.”
Daniel was treading on thin ice. He was okay as long as -
“Had this Sid ever said anything to you?”
Daniel wanted to say No! Of course he hasn’t! But he couldn’t. Sid had said it to his face, shouted at his back and screamed it down the phone.
Daniel nodded, timid and suddenly so small.
Lucille’s grip tightened against his t-shirt.
“Has he hit you?”
Daniel shook his head no. Two karate trained teenagers versus his middle-ages indulgence. Apparently Sid was a prick but not a stupid prick.
“Has he hit Johnny?”
Daniel hesitated. Johnny had never told him outright but there was an edginess about him that he’d seen in his mom after Big Jerry moved in. Thankfully that was only for a few months before the guys from the deli downstairs came round to talk about the noise complaint. Daniel hadn’t seen Big Jerry in the hospital but he’d heard those six months in intensive care were tough. He had walked with a limp the last time Daniel saw him.
“Tell him that he’s always got a bed here.”
Daniel sobbed against her shoulder as her tears soaked her cleaning shirt - the pink one that was ripped in the back from the tree she’d had to rescue Daniel from when he was seven.
A motorbike’s engine revved outside their window.
Lucille sighed at Johnny’s admittedly hoodlum behaviour.
Daniel hiccoughed a laugh back.
Typical Jonny!
The thought gave him a swirly tug in his belly. His Johnny.
Lucile have a last stroke to Daniel’s hair as the rev’s intensified.
“Tell him he’s always got a bed here and if he revs that goddamn bike so loudly again he’ll be wearing it!”
Daniel nodded as he stepped back before leaving in to kiss her soft makeup free cheek.
“Thanks, Ma.”
Lucille wiped his tears away, yet again, and yet again because of Johnny.
Only this time it was kinda different.
Daniel silently asked the question and she silently replied - their eyes equally as expressive.
He grabbed his jacket and shades and retraced his steps outside. He heard his mom’s voice floating down to the street. He didn’t hear Johnnys reply.
Crouching to cut under Mr Garbazo’s window rather than walking all the way round Daniel came face-to-face with his smiling boyfriend. The blonde looked more relaxed than he’d ever been picking Daniel up.
“Hey baby.”
Johnny’s big blue eyes widened as he realised he’d said that in front of Lucille. Daniel laughed kindly.
“We’re from Jersey, Johnny. Ain’t nothing I ever heard before. You make sure he wears a helmet. You too!” She winked and Johnny turned as red as his jacket “And I don’t want you getting home any later than 11, ya hear me?”
Lucille was giving Daniel The Look that meant she was going to work and she didn’t want the neighbours complaining about that “loud-ass fucking motorcycle waking me up at 3am” again.
Daniel realised he’d forgotten his key.
“Daniel!!! Wait there.”
Daniel gave his boyfriend a quick peck on the lips as he fastened the helmet underneath Daniel’s chin. He wasn’t wearing one, as usual. He was cool but dumb!
“Catch!”
Lucille threw the disintegrating Mickey Mouse key ring underarm and Johnny caught it perfectly. He passed it back to Daniel who slid it into his front pocket.
“Have fun! Stay safe, the both of you!”
Johnny’s back straightened.
“Yes ma’am. I swear!”
Lucille and Johnny observed each other for a long moment.
Daniel nervously scratched the tip of his nose.
“I’ll leave the spare duvet on the settee. As an option.”
Johnny looked at Daniel over his shoulder, a myriad of emotions chasing them across his perfect porcelain features. He looked like a doll at times.
Daniel blushed as he fumbled for words.
Johnny shook his head, his eyes misty with unused emotions.
“Thank you.” He turned his face back up to the woman above, imposing wasn’t generally a word you associated with Lucille but was perfect for this moment. “You too, Mrs Larusso.”
Daniel and his Ma locked eyes before both laughing good-naturedly.
“Ain’t Mrs Larusso your Ma’s Ma?”
Lucile’s face was just as cheeky.
“Nah, I think it was her Ma’s Ma!”
Johnny looked between them.
“This is Johnny. Johnny, this is Lucille. Never Lucy and DEFINITELY not Mrs Larusso!”
Johnny looked relieved.
“ I’ll have him back at a decent hour, Lucille. Have a good night at work.”
With that Daniel and Johnny slowly pulled away from the complex and made their way into the late afternoon traffic, the sun at their back as they made their way to nowhere in particular, stopping off for burgers and shakes on the way.
“Charming hoodlum” ricocheted off the crumbling once-white walls of their apartments block.
Later on the beach Daniel explained what it meant as he snuggled further under Johnny’s red jacket, their eyes looking out to the universe as the traced lazy shapes against each others naked body. Safe and together.
bruce who lures jason back to the cave with the allure of getting to fix up a shitbox however he pleases
jason: fuck you i’ll only go to the cave when i’m dead
bruce: there’s a square body chevy-
jason: [already heading back] say less
Meet Me At Our Spot | TKK-era Lawrusso | T | Multichapter | Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Star Gazing, Slow Burn, Romantic Comedy
It's the second semester of senior year, just about a few more months until Johnny Lawrence has graduated and can leave West Valley High behind him for good. And he's got a great plan to make it all work. That is, until his 4th period senior science lab teacher decides to pair him up with Daniel LaRusso on a project where they chart and map the stars and planets together from now until prom. Star gazing with your karate rival who just recently humiliated you in front of the whole valley. What could go wrong?
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chapter 2 is up my friends, and i hope you all enjoy it!
[ENG - COMPLETED] History3: Trapped Novel - Translation Masterpost
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And a huge thank you to @weilongfu for doing this with me!
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kisses and kisses and kisses and kisses and
Just some cheese to tide me over in these troubling times. Hope it helps. :)
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