bitelikeaneagle

[bitelikeaneagle]

@miyagidos

"Look, I don't give a shit what it is, I don't want you keeping it in my fridge. Could infect everything. Just look at it, man." The blond gestured at the shelf in the refrigerator as he held it open.

"Barely even food," he mumbled as an afterthought.

#it's either cherry red or midnight blue [lawrusso] #thread || all we need is just a little patience #daniel larusso interactions

[bitelikeaneagle]

miyagidos·:

The last few steps that Daniel had taken felt shakier than the rest, but he couldn’t pinpoint the reason. It could have been down to the gulps of liquor he’d sneaked straight from the bottle after grabbing it. He always felt a little dizzy immediately following. Though he was leaning more towards it being Johnny just having that effect on him now. And that thought he put down entirely to alcohol, but it still left him with the brightest beam plastered across his face. Until the blond brought them to yet another halt, that is, and he would have complained if the tug hadn’t made sure he nestled against the other man’s chest. That was one of his favorite places, so how could he complain now?

“Then you’ll just have to trust me.” He mumbled this and only lifted his head to emphasize his seriousness. Semi-seriousness? However, he was nuzzling Johnny’s chest again before the man had time to react, already spotting the couch and waiting for the back of his legs to hit. They did so right on time as no sooner had he skillfully maneuvered the drinks out of his hands onto the coffee table did he hear the other grunt and flop back, and then his hands reached out once more to pull him closer. Daniel didn’t need another invitation to slide himself onto Johnny’s thighs and settle in his lap, but he did put the brakes on being kissed again. At least until he’d switched on the lamp. This time he wanted to see everything.

The tug fulfilled its purpose as the brunet nestled into his chest, and Johnny would have been content to stay standing here with him, to turn any words into a kiss, to forget about the nearly-empty can still in his hand. Their eyes met briefly in the darkness, which Johnny more-so felt happened than actually saw. The blond saw a shimmer of something mischievous, but he remained unaware of his slow steps backward as Danny nuzzled into his chest. His hand shifted up along the brunet's back, but before it even reached the man's hair, an arm of the couch knocked his legs out from under him. With a grunt of surprise, Johnny allowed himself to fall back against the cushions rather than lose his balance. He tried to play it off like he'd done so intentionally, but he hadn't, "Did that on purpose..." The jostle of toppling unexpectedly left his dizziness worse, which made his words trail off as he stayed very still in an attempt to steady himself. 

It wasn't long, however, before his hands reached out for Daniel in the darkness, the blond admittedly annoyed the brunet hadn't lost his balance along with him even though it spared the beers. He wondered for a fleeting moment what happened to the can he'd been holding, but the thought evaporated away as Danny settled in his lap. Yet, even in this position the brunet denied him his lips. His fingers tingled to pull the brunet down and take them anyway, but instead Johnny rested his head back, "Come on, LaRusso. You like it too," he complained, oblivious to the brunet's intention to switch on the lamp.

#daniel larusso interactions [miyagidos] #it's either cherry red or midnight blue [lawrusso] #thread || talk dirty to me

[bitelikeaneagle]

The letter is crumpled on the sides as if held too tightly for an extended period of time. It’s written on blank, white paper that matches the paper in the printer not more than five feet from Kreese’s desk. There’s no greeting on the top or signature at the bottom. The words scrawled on it are simple and direct, all lowercase, and completely lack punctuation:

fuck you

@kreese​​​ asked:  [ STOP ] a letter written for the recipient which the writer intends to be their final letter to them, and which ultimately concludes all communications between the writer and recipient from that moment forth.

#john kreese interactions [kreese] #meme | bitelikeaneagle

[bitelikeaneagle]

Moodboard Meme

send one of the following symbols for a moodboard about my muse:

⭐ for a moodboard of my muse’s personality

🎵 for a moodboard of my muse’s taste in music

🧦 for a moodboard of my muse’s sense of style

🥨 for a moodboard of my muse’s favorite things to eat

🐍 for a moodboard of my muse’s biggest fears

💕 for a moodboard of our muse’s romantic relationship

💛 for a moodboard of our muse’s friendship

🍁 for a moodboard of my muse’s favorite season

☔ for a moodboard of my muse’s favorite kind of weather

🎨 for a moodboard of my muse’s interests/hobbies

#meme | bitelikeaneagle

[bitelikeaneagle]

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

literally letter threads are elite. that’s. that’s all the context we have here. also bc the language is obviously being changed slightly here. so, for clarification: the person receiving the meme, is the writer of the letter! the person SENDING the meme, is RECEIVING the letter! now. go write letters, u magnificent cupcakes, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!!! i will know, and i will hunt u down and curse ur potatoes to be soapy and bland and messy for all eternity.

[ LOVE ]:     the writer begins the first of a series of love letters to the recipient.

[ SORRY ]:     the writer delivers a letter of apology to the recipient.

[ LAST ]:     a letter sent in the aftermath of the writer’s death.

[ TWIST ]:     a letter sent in the aftermath of the writer’s alleged death, only to reveal that they are, in fact, still alive.

[ FINAL ]:     a letter written in the aftermath of the recipient’s death, where the writer knows they’ll never get the chance to read it.

[ INITIATE ]:     a letter written to the recipient in order to maintain communication between the two while the writer is far away from them.

[ FAREWELL ]:     a letter written to say goodbye to the recipient, where the writer knows there’s an extremely high chance that they’ll never see each other again.

[ REVELATION ]:     a letter written that reveals the truth about an event(s) that the writer believes the recipient may be misinformed about.

[ EXPLAIN ]:     a letter that explains the reasoning behind choices that the writer has made in the past, which they would like to explain to the recipient.

[ BAD ]:     a letter that delivers bad news to the recipient.

[ UPDATE ]:     a letter that updates the recipient on the writer’s life, or certain on-going events that are happening in their life.

[ AFAR ]:     a letter delivered by the writer from another country/city/planet/etc in order to reassure the recipient and let them know they’re okay. (not intended to be a back-and-forth, like [ INITIATE ] does).

[ HIDDEN ]:     a letter written and delivered to the recipient in secret, for the recipient’s eyes only, as a result of information it contains, or because of the person who wrote it.

[ UNSENT ]:     a letter written for the recipient, but which the writer ultimately never sends for reasons that the writer conceals, or may reveal within the letter itself.

[ MISTAKE ]:     a letter which is sent to the recipient by mistake, and which may contain sensitive information about the recipient.

[ UNVEIL ]:     a letter which reveals the truth about a plan that the writer previously and deliberately concealed from the recipient for their safety/well-being.

[ NEEDED ]:     a letter that the writer wrote for the recipient after learning of their recent struggles in their personal life, and which contains uplifting words of encouragement, support and other things they feel they should hear to help them through.

[ PILLOW ]:     a letter left neatly atop a pillow on the bed that the writer and recipient share, that is discovered by the recipient the following morning after the writer leaves the room/home.

[ FRIDGE ]:     a letter attached to the fridge with magnets for the recipient to read in the kitchen.

[ KNOWN ]:     a letter which the writer left in a place that only the writer and recipient know of, knowing that only the recipient would be able to find it first.

[ HELP ]:     a letter written by the writer to the recipient, asking the recipient for help.

[ STOP ]:     a letter written for the recipient which the writer intends to be their final letter to them, and which ultimately concludes all communications between the writer and recipient from that moment forth.

[ PAST ]:     a letter which the writer wrote in the past, that reveals a piece of their backstory, that the reader finds and reads out of curiosity. (this could also be a letter written TO the receiver of the meme, or about them, or anything at all!)

[bitelikeaneagle]

miyagidos·:

“I can get around fine!” Daniel shot back almost instantly, and usually, he could. He’d lost count of the times he’d had to do the (semi) walk of shame through the messy place in complete darkness before Johnny started cleaning his act up. To leave before Miguel woke for school and wondered what the hell his girlfriend’s dad’s car was doing parked outside his sensei’s place that early. Only those times he usually wasn’t beyond tipsy and wasn’t balancing three beer cans and a bottle of scotch. “Maybe I’m just trying to get you to hold on. Didn’t think about that, huh?”

The words hadn’t entirely left his lips when the blond almost knocked the cans from his left hand. But he hung onto them, and somehow Johnny managed to snake his arms around him. He couldn’t help smiling. “Alright, I got what I wanted. It’s only fair you do, too.” And he leaned up, lips brushing over his jawline in search of the others until they finally met. Now he wished his hands were free so he could hold on. Daniel kept the kiss light but affectionate. They still had to make it across the room, after all, and reluctantly he pulled back to lick his lips and whisper after a few minutes. “Let’s go…”

The blond couldn't deny that Danny really could have just been getting him to wrap his arm around him, and he didn't care enough to argue the point. He pulled the brunet tight against him, and continued stepping toward the couch even though his eyes had yet to adjust. They would probably trip before making it, but maybe they would trip onto the couch. Even if the cans got too shaken up by the impact, it would be worth the fall to have the smaller man beneath him. They could stay wherever they might land, and Johnny would pin him down and capture his lips until the perfect moment when Danny went a little weak and let him...

Only, Danny's lips dragged his attention back to the present where they were still standing, on their way to the couch. He couldn't see him well, but he could feel his lips searching until they found their destination, the kiss light and purposeful. The blond didn't keep track of how long they stayed in that position, but it would have felt as though Danny pulled away too soon regardless. By this time, the blond could see better than before, even with the entire room still turning about. In fact, the spinning felt worse in the dark than when he could make out the silhouettes of the furniture. Johnny tugged him back against him, though it was more gentle and less coordinated than serious, "What if I don't want to?"

#daniel larusso interactions [miyagidos] #it's either cherry red or midnight blue [lawrusso] #thread || talk dirty to me

[bitelikeaneagle]

miyagidos·:

Johnny seemed to have no problem making his way through the darkness of his apartment to get to the fridge. Daniel was having a little more trouble as he felt along the wall for the light switch, flicking it on then off quickly when the brightness just about blinded him. And the blond hadn’t yet shut the fridge. That illuminated the small space enough as Daniel moved into it and snaked his arms around Johnny’s neck mid-drink. “And you know what I like, huh?” He glanced between the man’s eyes and then let his own wander his features, pausing on those plush lips with a smile as they moved closer. But he turned his head and grinned, shaking it while his hands moved to start removing Johnny’s jacket, gleefully teasing. “You may be the birthday boy, but you’ve got another thing coming if you think you’re getting this dessert without offering so much as a nightcap.”

Once the jacket was off, he didn’t wait for an offer, though, and reached for something a little stronger than Coors. He’d been waiting to play catch up all night and knew it wouldn’t take long. Then he grabbed a couple more beers for Johnny and shut the fridge door. Darkness. “Shit— OK, trusting you to lead the way here.”

The most difficult obstacles for Johnny would be empty cans and trash, but the place already recovered from his temporary relapse a couple weeks before; there were none to trip on. He squinted when the brunet turned on the light but eased again once Danny flicked them back off. The refrigerator light was enough. His focus stayed on the beers in the refrigerator, the blond opening one in his typical fashion before taking a sip. However, this was interrupted by the brunet's arms snaking around his neck. This would have been pleasant had he not wanted to enjoy the first sip; it was always the best one. Yet, when his eyes settled on Danny's as they moved over his face, the blond forgot to be annoyed and instead leaned in closer to try to capture his lips. He'd been thinking about them the entire ride back.

Only, Danny unexpectedly turned and shook his head as a grin spread from ear to ear. Johnny stared for several seconds even as the brunet explained, trying to sort out how the man could be both adorable and absolutely unbearable at the same time. The blond watched Danny pluck out the hard liquor he'd bought a couple weeks before; he hadn't been keeping any in the house otherwise since he gave the bottle of whiskey to Bobby last Christmas. Shame prickled in his chest briefly, but he dampened it with a long sip of his Coors. Any thought of it evaporated when Daniel shut the door and left them in darkness.

"What, you can't get around in the dark?" He took the opportunity to slip his arm around Daniel and draw him closer. Or, that was the intention at least. His movements weren't the most coordinated, especially without light. Usually, he was alone when drunk in the dark at home.

#daniel larusso interactions [miyagidos] #it's either cherry red or midnight blue [lawrusso] #thread || talk dirty to me

[bitelikeaneagle]

miyagidos·:

Daniel leaned against the door frame of Johnny’s apartment. The cheesiest grin plastered his face as he watched the man fiddle about for his keys. The brunet had been spinning them on his finger mere inches from the blond’s face for the last minute or so and was thoroughly amused that Johnny still seemed oblivious. How he’d kept it together during the drive home with the other’s constant teasing was anyone’s guess. He had thought about pulling the car over to let the blond get hands-on with him on at least three occasions. But the car wasn’t nearly as comfortable as any place in Johnny’s apartment. And Daniel wasn’t close to being drunk enough to risk getting caught roadside with his co-worker. Besides, this was always the plan. Back there to finish off the birthday boy’s night.

He straightened up on realizing Johnny was trying to make his way back to the car and reached out to grab the back of his leather jacket to stop him. “Not so fast, hot stuff.” He mumbled, quickly unlocking the door and nudging it open with his hip to guide the man inside.

The blond managed another half step away from the door, but his body halted before his foot hit the ground. The man almost stumbled, but he caught himself instead by easing back a step. Johnny turned on his heel when he realized Daniel stopped him, but the brunet's words only processed as he watched the man unlock his door, "Hot stuff, huh?" 

This was all he was willing to acknowledge about the truth behind his missing keys, "And you like it fast, LaRusso." He nudged him with his elbow as he pushed to enter ahead of him, but once inside he had no specific destination in mind. Without one, his mind automatically took him to the fridge to find a Coors.

#thread || talk dirty to me #daniel larusso interactions [miyagidos] #it's either cherry red or midnight blue [lawrusso]

[bitelikeaneagle]

@miyagidos​

Johnny fished around in his pockets for his key to no avail, the blond not realizing Daniel still had them. Carmen needed to be dropped off for a late shift at her work, and Johnny managed to have one too many drinks paid for to drive himself. Amanda took her car and drove Carmen while Danny took Johnny's and drove the blond home. The brunet's car still sat parked at Johnny's place anyway. The intention had always been to end up back in his apartment with Daniel, but Lawrence hadn't expected to go home in his passenger's seat. Even so, the man only teased Daniel on the way back.

By now, Johnny forgot that Danny had brought him a present at the beginning of the night, "Think I left the keys at the..." No, they couldn't have driven here without the keys. They weren't at the bar, "...in the car." He turned on his heel to go back, eyes scanning the ground in case they fell out somewhere.

#daniel larusso interactions [miyagidos] #it's either cherry red or midnight blue [lawrusso] #thread || talk dirty to me

[bitelikeaneagle]

miyagidos·:

Everything collided to hit him at once when Daniel’s lashes finally fluttered open. The thin streak of light streaming into the room from behind the blackout curtain made the dull pounding in his skull that much worse though it wasn’t directly on them. The brunet was beyond thirsty but could barely move under the naked dead weight asleep on top of him still, snoring away and squirming far too much to stay soft much longer. All he did was hold on tighter to Johnny’s shoulders, though, eyes trying not to wander too much when he could feel how sticky his body was as the blond moved against him again, cheeks burning boiling hot knowing he’d fallen alseep like that. The movement caused his breathing to jerk abruptly, in turn causing his body to do the same, and he couldn’t help but hiss as his shoulder scraped and pressed into the fabric of the couch.

A couple more memories of the night before came flooding back to him while looking over the mess of the other’s living room, a few but not all. He wasn’t going to search for them too hard, though, almost sure the best ones would come to him during the rest of the day. Right now, he couldn’t even be sure if he was still high, still drunk, or both. But he desperately needed water, painkillers, and a shower; in that order, and Johnny didn’t seem any closer to waking up. So he’d need to help.

First, he tried getting up, whining Johnny’s name loudly, and then cracking up when the blond just shoved him back down. Albeit a little too rough but it did cover him from head to toe in goosebumps. So he couldn’t complain. Next, Daniel wriggled, but that just made the sleeping man grunt and hold him still, which also would have been hot if he wasn’t dying of thirst. Lastly, and having to resort to dirty tactics, he slid his tongue along the shell of the other man’s ear, then bit down and tugged gently. All but groaning Johnny’s name by the time he opened his eyes to stare at him.

Daniel was panting when he realized Johnny was now awake, so out of breath after trying to do those three things at once in the end that he couldn’t even tell him what he needed now. He let out a broken whine and inhaled deeply through his nostrils, squinting while trying to keep his eyes on the other man though the room had started spinning violently. “Good….morning.” He whispered, reaching up to rub his face, noticing the bump on his head before stroking over the blond locks with a soft chuckle. “Don’t you— Hey! Don’t you dare go back to sleep.”

The oblivion behind his eyes cradled the blond for such a long time that he would have struggled to come back at all had he been alone. As it was, Johnny didn't even want to. The world was more than far away; it didn't exist. In this moment, this peaceful moment, there was nothing but a void where his conscious mind would otherwise be, and this was the only way he really, restfully slept. Movement and sounds tugged at him, trying to convince the blond to return, drawing back trickles of consciousness, memory, awareness. Johnny didn't want that. He could vaguely feel her soft skin beneath him, sticking lightly to his own, as if their very bodies themselves were loathe to detach. She squirmed, and Johnny tightened his hold gently. If that was all she would do, then she didn't really need him to wake up. He settled back down, content to drift back into the void.

Only, the smooth glide of a tongue on the shell of his ear drew his attention back immediately, aided by a gentle pinch and tug, "Mm. Not yet." Only, he heard the brunette groan his name right outside his ear. Unmistakable. Not only was she actually a he, but he was Daniel LaRusso. The trickle of consciousness gave way to a flood of memories of the night before, and it quickly became apparent to Johnny that he was waking up the morning after with fucking LaRusso. His heart managed to simultaneously skip and sink, light and heavy. Why had he done that? Why had he wanted them to be naked? Why had it felt so fucking good? His eyes finally opened to the too bright room and the sudden pull of his mind toward the refrigerator. The blond felt the same as he did every time he managed to sleep for more than four to six hours at a time: like he sorely needed a drink. His gaze settled on Daniel, and for a moment his fingers tensed, a switch attempting to flip in his brain. Angry. He should be angry. How could they have done this, ended up like this, came so close to having fucked like this?·

Yet, the soft whine, the stickiness between them, the way the brunet spoke to him and stroked his hair...they all distracted the blond terribly, and the sudden storm rushed from him as quickly as it came, anger dissipating before it ever really had a chance at life.

Johnny stared for several seconds without a response, weighing everything churning around within himself but finding no solution. They were here. He'd wanted to do this. He would do this again, if Danny let him, "Or what? You'll kick me in the face?" Johnny's voice was quiet, nearly whispered so as not to break whatever bubble they'd somehow managed to shape and hide in from the world. He settled his face back down against Danny's neck, "Good luck with that one."

#it's either cherry red or midnight blue [lawrusso] #daniel larusso interactions [miyagidos] #thread || sex and candy

[bitelikeaneagle]

miyagidos·:

Daniel greeted Johnny at the door to the house at Miyagi-Do with a bright and genuine smile. They’d decided to meet at the dojo to start their day out with no training for once, and so he was dressed casually. His hands behind his back clutching a small gift bag. There was no denying the brunet felt a little awkward doing this, but he wanted to. He was trying. He’d known the man’s birthdate after going over the paperwork for the challenger the previous year, but they hadn’t been friends then, so no need to celebrate. Were they even friends now? They were something, and that something warranted a present.

Pushing the thoughts aside, he produced the bag and held it out in front of himself for Johnny to take, hands shoving into his pockets once they were free. “Happy Birthday, man.” Daniel mumbled, second-guessing himself on what he’d got for him. He was usually on the mark with gifts but would readily admit he’d driven himself crazy trying to find something for the co-sensei that didn’t involve some form of alcohol or a boring-ass gift card. Dark brown eyes watched with anticipation as the man pulled the envelope from the bag and proceeded to open it, revealing a pair of tickets to see REO Speedwagon in Las Vegas next month. “Can’t believe they’re not playing LA. They’re doing Cali, but this is still the nearest.”

He didn’t know what else to say about those, the blond could do with them what he wanted, but Daniel hoped he’d go, relive his youth, and hopefully have some fun. Then he watched him reach back into the bag to bring out a tiny box, eyes lighting up at the look on Johnny’s face as he opened said box to half of a red peanut M&M. “And before you ask, yes, it’s half of the sweet.” The brunet kept the other half, and as dumb as Johnny would probably find it, he thought it a funny but cute keepsake.

He had one more gift for Johnny that wasn’t in the bag. This one was special, but in case it wasn’t as well-received as he hoped it’d be, he’d already loaded it into the car to take with them. Maybe he’d even wait until they got back that evening. Whenever the right moment hit, he’d give the final gift, but for now, Danny was itching to get out on the road with the other man. “Did you eat already? Or should we do a drive-thru run before hitting the actual road?”

Thursday trickled through his grasp like water, as if the tighter he clung to the time the faster it dwindled away. Waking up had been painful. Figuring out which bar he'd left his keys at proved impossible until he found the picture he sent Daniel. He only remembered one bar that had Street Fighter 2. Then, he had to bring himself to text Bobby to help him out. He'd known his friend walked by there, and the blond knew his best friend wouldn't leave him without. However, walking back to the Jericho Bar was a pain in the ass, and figuring out where he'd left the car was even worse. Everything about the last two days sent him in a downward spiral. The worst part was, he didn't even know why. The man hadn't even seen Daniel outside of training since he spoke with Amanda that day, so Danny couldn't be the problem.

The blond attempted to sleep that night, to stay in and not simply repeat the night before. He woke up to a handful of birthday texts, including one from Robby. That was nice. Still, something gnawed at him inside. The thought of spending the day with Daniel somehow felt both exciting and oddly distressing. They really did keep everything professional at training, and it felt like a lot of time passed since their last real, personal time together. What if things changed? What if Danny felt different? What if he felt different? He parked at Miyagi-Do and stayed in his car a long couple minutes, glancing at his reflection to check that he didn't look terrible. He hadn't shaved in a couple days, but other than that the blond thought he looked fine. Just fine.

The smile on Daniel's face somehow eased him all by itself, tension in his shoulders and back lifting some. Why? Why did just the expression, the presence, the greeting feel like relief. Danny didn't even do anything. Maybe that's what it was, though. Nothing had changed. Johnny started to say something when the brunet produced a bag, which Johnny took before realizing it was a birthday present. Honestly, he didn't usually get those. He felt strange about getting them because he generally couldn't (or just didn't) give them. Something in his chest felt warm at the thought, though. Daniel just watched expectantly, so Johnny couldn't get out of opening it in front of him, which he did a little gingerly.

Pulling out the two tickets, the blond's mouth fell open a little. REO Speedwagon in Vegas. He didn't know what to say, or how he could possibly match gifts with the man come his birthday. Hell, he didn't even know when the brunet's birthday was at all. His eyes fell back to the bag, realizing there was still more. A tiny box? As he opened the box, an eyebrow raised at the content: half an....m&m? Johnny squinted, but it took Danny's statement for him to remember what it was. He scoffed softly, almost rolling his eyes. Danny kept it. That was somehow actually...cute, "Can't believe you kept it, man." And they couldn't find it, until they suddenly did after they...

His eyes flicked away from Daniel, remembering. There were many times now, "Nah, didn't eat yet. We could stop somewhere." His eyes lifted back to the brunet once he closed the box; he intended to keep it, "So, what? You coming with me?" He gestured with the tickets a little, still trying to process the gift. He seemed almost distrustful, almost uncertain about it. Not because he didn't like it, but because he rarely got gifts like that without strings attached.

#it's either cherry red or midnight blue [lawrusso] #daniel larusso interactions [miyagidos] #thread || hold on loosely

[bitelikeaneagle]

miyagidos·:

His breathing steadily picked up while tilting his head opposite the blond’s to move into and deepen the kiss, lashes fluttering after letting a soft but delighted moan roll past his lips. His eyes remained shut as he savored the feeling of being captured by Johnny’s mouth, a familiar tingle in the pit of his stomach, rising higher until he’s shivering. A second or two later and his toes are curling, the fingernails unexpected and catching him off guard, but he entirely welcomes them, the hand on the back of Johnny’s neck sliding into his hair and gripping while the other slid between them to rest on his chest. Daniel was panting through his nostrils by the time the blond pressed against him and adjusted his positioning to settle into the sofa more than he thought possible, his thighs catching the other man’s leg between them and in turn making sure Johnny straddled him as well.

The muscle exploring his mouth danced about almost playfully, and Daniel matched the motions to keep it as tender as possible. Even as he eased up only to suck hard on Johnny’s tongue, still the softness of it all remained. The brunet walked the fingers held against the man’s chest over his throat and along his jawline to his cheek, resting it there just as the kiss broke to nibble then peck at his bottom lip. Low, hoarse but pleasing sounds from the other filled the room, causing him to shiver and eventually go one further to shudder. And he couldn’t help roll his hips just once again Johnny, mumbling an apology against the now swollen lips, then leaned in for round two, hoping the blond would help out in keeping him still. And that seemed to be a fight that Daniel was losing fast.

The little movements Danny made while shifting his position beneath him made Johnny press all the more against him. He could feel every slight motion, which brought every memory of every shudder of the brunet against him to the surface. The way air escaped his mouth against his ear with every hash thrust of his hips down against him. The blond could imagine the groans and little whimpers that would come from the slightest shift of his fingers if they pressed firmly against the brunet's hips. He knew what that felt like, and the blond would no doubt feel it again. He could feel it right now if he chose to.

His entire focus narrowed down to the fingers crawling up him until the kiss broke. The teeth on his lower lip caught him off guard, the blond melting to him with low, pleased noises rising from deep within his chest. The brunet's shiver evolved into a shudder, but Johnny only groaned a little more vocally when Danny rolled his hips up against him. The blond's previous thoughts flooded back to him, fingers shifting to dig into his hips and press down firmly with his palms as Danny leaned in to seal their lips together once more. He wasted no time now, not asking for permission before pressing his tongue past the brunet's lips. Johnny didn't feel the need to ask; they were already his for the taking.

#daniel larusso interactions [miyagidos] #it's either cherry red or midnight blue [lawrusso] #thread || these battle scars don't look like they're fading

[bitelikeaneagle]

miyagidos·:

Every small action either of them made sent him into a downward spiral of complete comfort, meaning Daniel was edging ever closer to rearranging his shift to stay with the blond a little longer. Maybe he’d even decide to take the entire day off. It’d been a while since he took a personal day for himself and not had to call out due to ill health, but for now, all he intended to concentrate on was right before him. Complete with wandering hands and eyes, fingers leaving goosebumps in their trail while his own eyes stayed locked on Johnny’s then slipped to his lips the exact second before the other closed to distance to kiss him.

The moment their lips met, Daniel drew a hand back to wrap his arm around the man’s neck, palm resting against his nape to hold him in the kiss even though he showed absolutely no sign of slowing. Try as he might have to keep his eyes focused, wanting to watch and take in everything Johnny did, they slowly slipped shut. Then the man smiled into the kiss and relaxed chest to chest with the other. A soft sigh of contentedness puffed out through his nose as he tilted his head to deepen it, parting his lips without prompting.

His nails trailed all the way to the small of the brunet's back, concentrating their efforts there, tracing up and down against his soft, unprotected skin. Their lips met, Danny's wet and warm as they pressed and moved against his own, "Mm..." The palm against his nape came unexpectedly, but being unable to easily retreat from the kiss spurred the blond to further deepen it instead. As he did, his nails dug lightly into their spot on the brunet's back. He felt good, and he wanted Daniel to feel the same. His own eyes closed of their own accord after a few seconds, Johnny so incredibly focused on where their lips met.

The upturn of Danny's lips proved the most prominent sensation, making warmth blossom in his chest as it pressed wantingly to Daniels. Just as his mouth shifted to make room to physically ask permission to push past the other man's lips, they parted for him. The brunet could predict him now, it seemed. Either that, or they simply wanted the same thing. This thought alone brought an intense but thin layer of passion to his next motion: pushing his tongue past Daniel's lips, tracing the tip of it against his teeth, massaging very lightly against the soft muscle in the brunet's gorgeous mouth. He pressed the entire length of his body against the man, then, willing the brunet to mold to best fit his form.

#daniel larusso interactions [miyagidos] #it's either cherry red or midnight blue [lawrusso] #thread || these battle scars don't look like they're fading

[bitelikeaneagle]

miyagidos·:

Sometimes Daniel felt like he could read Johnny’s mind when met with a familiar look, and sometimes there was no telling what was going on up there, like now. And he couldn’t deny it unnerved him, given the topic and what he was searching for right now. It’d been a while since they’d misunderstood each other badly enough for it to turn into an argument, and as far as the brunet saw it, that was a win. They’d come so far since the incident with the car or the dent in Johnny’s wall. He was even miles away from snapping at every little thing that Johnny did to wind him up for old times’ sake, though some things made him see red still, and Daniel liked it that way. Not too far removed from what they once were but an ever calming medium.

After giving up trying to figure out what was running through Johnny’s mind, he glanced back to the screen, this time taking a moment to read the tips before and after the one telling him to go it alone. Step one was to talk about it, something they were slowly getting used to, and step three went on about introducing toys, which was a thing that hadn’t come up yet, and he had no intentions of talking about that after putting his foot down to going near his butt with a finger of his own. The whole thing was starting to get a little overwhelming, and he slumped against Johnny with an exasperated sigh, expecting some smartass comment that never came. Instead, a whisper that they could practice. Together. And in that split second, his heart just about exploded in his chest. Johnny’s suggesting ways to make it easier for Daniel, which the latter never saw coming in a million years, not him being soft like this.

The brunet tilted his head to the other man, sucking roughly at his bottom lip in thought, then gave a soft nod of agreement. “Practice together.” Echoing him, he settled against his side again, even thankful that the blond felt there was no need to rush things, Don’t have to do it all at once. That was a massive weight lifted from his shoulders, for as much as Johnny hadn’t been pushing for anything and Daniel liked doing the things he was, it’s always in the back of his mind should he be doing more or going further for the other man. “Have you ever taken things this slow in a physical relationship?” He teased to lighten the mood, nudging the other man, but breathing a shaky sigh of relief, mind slipping back to where it was previously. It was the mental and emotional consequences of what they were doing. That’s what made Daniel most nervous. He always felt things too deeply. What if that were to happen with Johnny?

His chest felt tight, entire body a couple shades more tense than usual. The blond meant what he said to Daniel, but the longer he thought about the words the more his insides churned with uncertainty. Practice? They would practice together? Why would he suggest that? The brunet settling against his side could say and act however he wanted, but Johnny couldn’t. After all, he wasn’t a faggot. It wasn’t like the blond was the one letting another man thrust down against him or put his dick in his mouth or anything like that, but no one would really consider those subtleties, would they? They would only see two men fucking each other. They would think Johnny was like them.

Danny’s question drew his focus back, and once his eyes rested on Daniel again, Johnny’s lips pursed a little as the churning in his stomach worsened. He’d just decided not to use that word anymore less than ten seconds ago, so why had he already broken that? What made him so uncomfortable with talking about something with Daniel that they both liked? Other people? Fuck them. Fuck their opinions. It wasn’t like he and LaRusso were together or anything. Johnny was more or less dating Carmen, after all. She was a woman: a beautiful and smart and funny woman. He was attracted to her and had slept with her and he really, truly thought she would be the one. This, with Daniel? This was something else.

He couldn’t be a—no. He couldn’t be gay if he was with a woman. Right?

Right. Then, why did he think of Daniel more often than Carmen when the evening faded into the night, lying all alone in his apartment with his hand sliding into his boxers?... He did his best to stop thinking about it as the question finally processed. The blond responded with a similarly teasing tone, “No, man. I was never mixed up with anyone as nerdy as you.” Most of his physical relationships after Ali started and ended with alcohol, so the blond couldn’t even always trace the timeline that well. It wasn’t the truth either: Ali and he took it slow.

#daniel larusso interactions [miyagidos] #thread || caught up in you #it's either cherry red or midnight blue [lawrusso]

[bitelikeaneagle]

miyagidos·:

‘Coming.’

He hit send, slipped his phone into his pocket, and thought no more of it. Daniel would be in the car within five minutes. Despite his tiredness slowing him down from doing everything he needed, he was catching up. The man still hadn’t collected the blanket and pillows intended to take but made quick work of scooping them up. And after locking the door, he made his way to the new car, arms full of bedding, a flashlight, and enough aka way too many snacks to last them both well into the early hours. Daniel didn’t even really know what they were about to do or where they were going. But that didn’t dim how much he was looking forward to it at all. He hadn’t slept in a car since his late teens, and he recalled that the last time he’d been alone. Daniel had been feeling alone as of late despite being surrounded by people. Despite his family being the lovely albeit loud unit they always are. But the man in the driver’s seat that he just greeted with a warm but sleepy smile after shoving everything besides one pillow and the blanket into the back seat and getting into the car. Johnny never made him feel alone when it counted.

Daniel yawned loudly, stretched with a groan, then slid the pillow over the headrest to get as close to the blond as he possibly could without knowingly hindering his driving. His head came to rest on the bouncy surface, and almost instantly, for some reason, he felt relieved. The brunet tugged the blanket up and held it under his chin with one hand, the other moving to curl his fingers around the hem of Johnny’s shirt, just resting comfortably at the top of his thigh. For a few minutes, he kept his eyes on the darkened road ahead before tilting his head to look up and take in Johnny’s features. His lashes slowed the longer he savored and the more relaxed he became until he had no choice but to give in and let his eyes slip shut. “Mmm, thanks. Any idea where we’re heading?”

@bitelikeaneagle·

The blond stared at the text, but with every second that ticked by he believed the word less and less. Despite his impatient sounding texts back the last couple minutes, Johnny had settled himself comfortably with the car on and windows open. He’d even reclined his seat back to close his eyes and let the music wash over him as he waited. The man could have lasted another twenty minutes before getting fed up enough to make his way inside, but he’d never tell Daniel. The sound of the back door followed by the shove of blankets over the junk in the back made his eyes open. As the brunet opened the passenger door, Johnny readjusted his seat to a driving position.

“How long does it take to find a fucking pillow?”

His eyes lingered on how Danny stretched, trailing up and down from his stomach to his head twice before the man shifted his hands back to the steering wheel. Johnny could just reach over and touch him if he wanted to, and Daniel almost definitely wouldn’t stop him. For now, though, all he did nothing more than think about smoothing his palm and scraping his nails down his chest and along his side, releasing the seat so the man would fall onto his back, pinning him there with his knees and--no, now was not the time. Johnny tried not to let on how distracted he became by that simple motion, starting to drive, keeping his eyes on the road as Nightrain came on over the speakers. A couple second into the song, however, Danny’s fingers rested and then curled into the hem of his shirt, and something in his chest seemed to shift, making his shoulders slump just a smidgen. If he weren’t driving, he would have drawn the man into his lap and wrapped his arms around his waist...

The question drew Johnny back to himself, “No. That’s the point, isn’t it?”

#daniel larusso interactions [miyagidos] #thread || nightrain #it's either cherry red or midnight blue [lawrusso]

[bitelikeaneagle]

@miyagidos​

true to form, mine comes a day late lmao Happy Valentine’s Day tho

Can’t believe it’s been a whole year since I first messaged you. I remember finishing the first season, feeling Johnny as a muse coming on and trying to push him away. I wasn’t going to finish the series, but then you followed me back. I finished the next two seasons in three days so I could message you with actual ideas. Amazing how that initial thread blossomed into an entire universe. So thankful you appreciate letting characters develop naturally. Muse doesn’t know how this all happened; it was like he blinked and went from hating Danny to calling him Danny (but he still doesn’t like him!). Except it wasn’t a blink at all. In fact, it was months and months of real time. Crazy. I’m so glad our brief chats developed into such a wonderful friendship. I’m so thankful to have you in my life. I don’t know how I (or muse lmao) would handle these kids without you.

Notable memories: -what the FUCK am i watching this with you for?! -muse describing a car date, but it’s exactly what they did like a day ago -muse throwing half eaten m&ms for attention -louie giving bobby who gave an ambulance directions to a strip club -johnny telling amanda to get danny away from the pool sob -mateo and ashley x.x -kreese critiquing johnny and danny’s form lmfao -Craig -You're in the car with a beautiful boy -many many more asdfghjkl;

#[ooc] #miyagidos

[bitelikeaneagle]

Drabble Challenge! #1 - 150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

Take the long way around

Can you shut up for five minutes, please???

He’s been gone for quite a while

I can’t see anything.

I heard a noise.

Scary movies are for chumps.

You’ve gone to the bathroom fifty times today.

The floor is lava.

Where’s my food?

I bet you feel like an artist

Did you ever clean the attic?

Can I be of assistance?

Get out of the way before I murder you.

I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship

You’re breaking my heart, babe.

Cry me a river.

Build a bridge.

Get over it.

Another credit card?!

It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!

When’s the last time YOU cleaned the bathroom?

I don’t know why I married you.

Have you ever lied to me?

If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away.

Aren’t you supposed to be the adult?

I’m stuck! Help me!

I swear, I’m not scared.

What do you think a cupholder is for?

You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?

Turn that sh*t off!!!!

When’s that last time we went on a date?

I thought you didn’t like cats?

The door’s locked.

Remember when you were a kid and you ______ (insert memory)

I’ll just tell your mom on you.

I thought you were nice.

I had a dream about you.

I work pretty hard around here, but you get all the credit

What color do you like better?

Am I your husband or your taxi service?

Take notes, sweetheart.

This is where you impress me, right?

Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk.

I can’t believe you didn’t remember

If that makes me a child, so be it.

I could beat you up, you know that right?

Would it kill you to help people?

I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing.

But, I said I love you.

Is it just me or is cold as hell in here?

I’m not weird, you’re just basic.

Just sleep with one eye open, that’s all I’m saying

Take off your shirt.

Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?

Way to go, kid.

I found the candles, we’ll be alright.

We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.

You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?

…or we could make out….

I said “I HAVE AN IDEA!”

Down the hall, second door on the left.

I warned you. He warned you. Your freaking mom warned you.

Sit still, for the love of all that is Holy.

Are you even human?

We’ll talk later.

K.

I’m afraid.

I thought there was time.

Can you just leave me alone?

I’ll carry it.

We’re not ‘fine’.

Are you really taking his side right now?

I like proving you wrong.

Girls can’t drive, plain and simple.

Who are you?

I think you need stitches

Must be a coincidence

Can you be romantic for once?

This is your fault by the way.

Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.

Excuse me for falling in love with you.

I have fans. More fans than you to be exact.  

I paid for half and you ate three-quarters.

I knew you’d be mad.

If you die, I’m going to kill you.

You’ve never smoked anything in your life.

You gave me a black eye.

Stop looking at me like that, weirdo.

What if it sinks?

Birds can’t fly without wings.

Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.

That SOOO classifies as a date.

No backsies.

You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.

I never liked it, I lied.

Remember, we have to get up early tomorrow.

Are you trying to flirt? Because, you’re embarrassing yourself.

Remember when we were dating and you _____

Be brave, sweetheart.

I’m sorry, but that was adorable.

You don’t hate me, quit lying to yourself.

You hear that? That’s the sound of my awesomeness.

She’s my daughter, I can read her diary.

That’s a fact, Jack.

Actually, I couldn’t care less.

I try my best.

Doesn’t make a difference to me anyways.

I’m glad you’re mine.

You look pretty good for your age.

You passed out for like an hour.

Delete it. Now.

You’re a jerk.

Are you high?

No, you’re MY bitch.

Ew ew ew. You’re so gross.

Spare change for the poor and lonely.

She’s 6, how can she scare you?

When’s the last time we ______

He’s spoiled rotten.

I can’t stay long.

There’s nothing we can do.

Do you ever stop smiling?

Step aside and watch a pro.

Never give him stuff like that!

You’re the one who left it laying around.

I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that.

Teach me how to play?

It’s called a prank.

Well, you’re a prick.

Good, I hope you feel bad.

You have cold, you’re not dying.

I have reasons. You wouldn’t get it.

I hope you have a cold shower.

You don’t mean that.

Sing to me, please.

Did you enjoy yourself last night?

Why do they behave for you?

Stop making your own rules.

Don’t open an umbrella in the house.

You know what happens when you assume things.

That’s open for discussion.

Oh, what a shocker, you have an excuse.

Be serious for two minutes, please.

I cheated.

What’s the biggest lie you ever told?

Pillows are over-rated.

Zombies aren’t real, I promise.

Are we lost or do you know where we are?

We started with one and now we have seven. You have no chill.

*Make up your own*

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