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“Diaz, Hawk, off the phones.”
They hurriedly discard their phones and get in line.  “Sorry, Sensei. Hawk had to post a video to Instagram of that awesome kick yesterday.  And I had to share it in my stories.”
Johnny furrows his brow.  “What’s Instantgram?”
The boys glance at each other.  They each take a turn trying to explain social media and social networking websites.
“So, you see, we’re trying to drum up more business for the dojo,” Hawk finishes.
Johnny shakes his head.  “In my day, you talked people up in person and passed notes and gossip down the line.”
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iloveslllycatss · 11 months
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RUNA BBG MY NO ONE PLEASE PKOK ROBBY AND MIGUEL WITH A GF WHO LAUGHS IN HORROR MOVUES WHEN CHARACTERS GET HURT AND LAUGHED WHEN THEY BEAT THE PPL IN ALL VALLEY (totally not bcs i do this)
## — “𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮)”
𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘳���𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘦 x 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 
𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 ! 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰… 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘜 𝘕𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘌𝘕 and sorry this is so rushed <;/3
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦
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you and robby haven’t been on a date in FOREVER. so you decided to have this mandatory movie date since you missed him.
atm you and him were cuddled up on the couch and every now and then he’d give u a little kiss on the temple, the 2nd movie had just ended and you guys were gonna watch a 3rd.
“baby, can we watch a scary movie?”
you looked at robby, asking him and he just looked back at you with these soft, loving eyes and he smiles
“yeah, you can pick which one, babe”
…….
that was a mistake.
you picked to watch the movie terrifier 2.
about 45 minutes had gone by in the movie and nothing really happened yet, until there was this one scene. 
this one scene where the clown dude was killing the girl.
he had cut around her hairline and ripped the skin off of her head, blood EVERYWHERE. and you? you were laughing your motherfucking ass off
“WHY DOES SHE LOOK LIKE THAT AHAHAHAAHA”
robby looked at you with the most horrified face ever, his eyebrows were furrowed and the whole time all he could think was ‘is she okay???’
as more and more gore goes on in the movie, your eyes started to water, that’s how much you were laughing
“y/n.. baby.. love.. are you okay? is everything okay???”
robby had the most concerned look on his face, but it quickly vanished and became a smile after you replied
“yeah im all good, it’s just so damn funny” you said, wiping a few tears from your eyes
“you’ve gone mad, y/n”
“but you love it. isn’t that right, robby?”
he sighs with a small chuckle 
“yeah i guess i do”
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@/ilovesillycats
plz don’t copy my work 😞
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wicked-jade · 10 months
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@allvalley100 It just hit me how much I'm going to miss getting the notification of the new prompt each week. I just want to take this opportunity to thank you both for all the hard work you've put into keeping this going for this long, and for the joy and inspiration this challenge has brought us all. You're the best around!💖
Now, for the One Last Time prompt. I thought I'd end it where it all began:
“Sure you wanna do this? There’s still time to back out.”
“Why would I back out?” Johnny smirked. “I’m not the one about to get his ass kicked.”
“Famous last words,” Daniel laughed. “What happened to fighting for fun?”
“This is gonna be fun.” Johnny replied with a wink. “For me.”
Suddenly, the lights went down. Daryl stepped into the spotlight.
“For our last match, it’s the Battle of the Two-Time Champs! King Karate himself, Johnny Lawrence vs. the Karate Kid that dethroned him, Daniel LaRusso!”
Daniel and Johnny grinned at each other from across the mats.
“It’s Karate Time!”
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ohnoitsthebat · 1 year
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Written for the @allvalley100 prompt FULL STEAM AHEAD. CK era Lawrusso.
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In true Johnny Lawrence fashion, when he confessed his love for Daniel LaRusso (yeah, he was in love–so what? He was enough of a man to admit it. Johnny Lawrence was a lot of things, but a pussy was not one of them), it was fast and to the point.
They were enjoying a spirited spar when Daniel stepped into Johnny’s space. Johnny could count the number of eyelashes that LaRusso had—and notice that they were stupidly long–and he couldn’t stop himself from blurting out, “You have pretty eyelashes, man.”
And then he punctuated the compliment with a deep kiss.
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hanniballover67 · 6 months
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Johnny thrust his phone into Daniel’s face.
“Whadaya think?”
Daniel stopped with his water bottle mid-journey to his mouth.
“About what?”
Johnny looked at his phone and hissed with exasperation. This fucking lock-screen’s attention span was shorter than his.
Entering his passcode to bring the image back he again pointed it at Daniel.
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Daniel forgot to breathe for a minute.
“Ahh, shit! You don’t like it? Wait a minute, I’ve got another one.”
He swiped through his phone then angled it at Daniel again.
“What about this one?”
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Just then his phone rang and Johnny fucking Lawrence actually shuddered at the caller.
“Ahhh man!” He clicked answer. “Hey, Robby, I’m sorry man, I’m leaving right now. Just showing Larusso my new dating app profile.”
Daniel couldn’t catch his breath. No. No!
If Johnny Lawrence wanted someone to cum all over him then it should be him not some stranger from a fucking dating app!
Johnny hung up before turning the phone to Daniel once again.
“Think I’ll get lucky.”
The bottom of Daniel’s world fell out as he looked at the image once more.
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belphegor1982 · 1 year
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@allvalley100
Prompt: Boys don’t cry
Heartbreak
Miguel looks awful, red-eyed and pinched. Johnny wants to be mad at Sam for that, but his student isn’t angry, just miserable, so Johnny just shakes his head and shuts up.
“She said she wasn’t okay, Sensei. Guess she needs time.”
“So now you’re gonna… what, be friends?” That never works, he doesn’t add.
Miguel nods, eyes welling up again.
“Sorry, I know boys don’t cry,” he says with a fake laugh, “but—”
(Are those tears, Mr. Lawrence?)
Johnny pulls him into a fierce hug.
“Bullshit,” he says, and Miguel crumples in his arms and cries like a man.
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terrence-silver · 1 year
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@allvalley100 ; (Vogue, III)
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He understood the absurdity of swapping through a fashion periodical at a homeless shelter for displaced veterans.
Checking the photographs inside. The ways Terry has aged. The ways he remained ageless. Browsing through the article itself. What was written there. Expecting idiocy. These things were always filled to the brim with it. Yet, somewhere between a question about expansion into green energy and personal matters, John's eyes land on a passage, feeling a summon from between the lines;
'Anyone serious in your life, Mr. Silver?'
'There's been adventures. There's adventures now.' It says. 'But, that someone? They're still out there.'
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ziltoidcoffee · 8 months
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I had a dream about a Regency AU. Imagine Daniel the long-suffering social darling because he has the most suitors. Can't enjoy a party because suitors flocking around him at any given moment lmao.
(Anon, don't kill me for just now getting to this. But here's a Silverusso regency era drabble! Thanks for sending an ask <3 Also this is some AU where there's no LGBTQ hate cause I ain't here for that.)
Daniel frowns at his reflection in the mirror. His overcoat is practically swallowing him whole, and the vest beneath is way too tight, even when he undoes the top button. But Ali explained this was the point: to make Daniel look small and delicate, the perfect future groom for all his potential suitors tonight. Only the former was true though. He was shorter than most men in the village. But after learning karate, a type of hand-to-hand combat, from his guardian Mr. Miyagi, he was nothing but delicate.
And yet, his mother always thought Daniel should marry into a wealthy family, and after her tragic death in a carriage last autumn, he could only honor her dying wish, despite how much he doesn’t want to give up his independence. Mr. Miyagi even encouraged him to stay single and said he’d always support Daniel, but his guardian was growing older each year, often speaking of returning to his home in the east.
It was now or never for him to marry, and his socialite friend Ali was more than happy to host, inviting all the single, wealthy men in town to Mr. Miyagi’s manor for the evening. All Daniel had to do was show up. He just wished she selected an outfit something less stuffy. 
But as he enters the grand hall in his guardian’s mansion, his eyes widen at the large gathering of men dressed in their finest garms. He suddenly understands her persistence on what he wore, especially when they all turn to look at his entrance. 
“And here is the young bachelor in question tonight,” Ali announces, appearing at his side with a grin, and Daniel gives them all a formal bow before turning his back to glare at his friend.
“There are far too many men here,” Daniel hisses, but his smile has returned before he turns back around.
Ali chuckles, wrapping her arm around his to lead him across the room. “Not enough in my opinion.” She leans in closer so no one can hear. “Johnny invited far too many associates from his gentlemen’s club. Be sure to steer clear of them.”
Daniel nods, sweeping his gaze across the strange men. “How can I tell?”
She releases his arm and points at her wrist. “They’re all likely wearing their gold cobra cufflinks. If they aren’t, be on the lookout for the name Dutch at the very least. He’s the worst of them. Not sure how a man like that joined the gentlemen’s club.”
He snickers at her joke before taking a deep breath. “All right,I’ll go socialize then.” There was no backing out now. “Wish me luck?”
“You won’t need it, Daniel.” She gives him a wink then catches the eye of another woman attending who she falls into conversation with.
Meanwhile, he’s left standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, feeling like an untrimmed branch in a perfectly pruned bonsai. Like the one outside the window of the hall that draws his attention. The temptation to go outside is strong, but before he can plot his escape, a man approaches Daniel and introduces himself. At first, they share small talk, boring details like job titles and town of origin. Then he begins to talk about their future together and how he sees Daniel fitting into his life. Apparently, he expects them to adopt right away, have Daniel raise the children at home, and of course, there’s no mention of his career or goals.
This repeats several times before he finally escapes. Each man has a similar story, presents a boring plan for their future, then Daniel moves closer to the window, only to be stopped. Eventually, he manages to step outside away from the crowd, and thankfully, Ali blocks the door, telling everyone the next course of dinner is being brought out.
“I’ve never been so jealous of a plant,” Daniel says to himself, staring at the bonsai in the center of the courtyard. “No men to bother you out here, are there?”
“Perhaps I should leave then.” The unfamiliar voice sends a shiver down his spine, assuming he was alone, but when Daniel glances up, a strange man appears from around the tree. Like most of the men tonight, he is dressed in expensive clothing, and his long, dark hair is tied behind his head into a formal bow. 
Though unlike the others, he appears older than Daniel, perhaps by at least a decade, and as he draws closer, his taller height becomes clear. It’s almost intimidating when paired with the easy confidence the strange exudes, but Daniel doesn’t show his trepidation. Nor does he show his attraction because the man has to be the most handsome person he’s ever seen since moving to the valley.
He clears his throat and glares up at him. “Perhaps you should. As I do not know how you got out here. Guests were told to stay in the ballroom.”
For a second, the stranger smirks, almost appearing amused. This is quickly replaced by a frown and a bow. “I’m sorry, Mr. LaRusso,” he says and gestures at the tree. “But I was admiring your beautiful bonsai. I could not resist a closer look.”
Bonsai. He actually knows the name. Daniel can’t resist a smile. “You have heard of bonsai?”
“Indeed.” The tall man grins. “I have a fascination with the far east. I have several bonsai in my manor, along with many other treasures I brought home from my time abroad.”
“You traveled to Nippon?” This is the first time he’s been genuinely interested in something a man has said tonight.
“Yes, and to several other neighboring colonies.” He twirls a cane Daniel didn’t notice before in his hand, and the glow from the outdoor oil lamps danced off the silver snake wrapped around the edge. “All for business. Though I would gladly return. I found much pleasure in the culture there.”
“Me too. I mean—” His cheeks grow warm. He’s not sure why. Talking to all the other men inside never made him this flustered. “I traveled there last spring when my guardian’s—Mr. Miyagi’s father passed. But I suppose we were technically in Ryukyu.”
“Ah, yes. Ryukyu.” The stranger nods. “I’ve heard the islands are lovely.”
Daniel’s smile widens at the man’s appreciation, and he realizes then they have not been introduced. “Sorry, uh—I’m Daniel LaRusso, Mr. Miyagi, the ambassador’s ward.” He bows before releasing an awkward laugh. “Though I suppose you could have assumed that.”
“Terrence Silver,” he introduces himself, followed by a bow. “But you may call me Terry. Or Mr. Silver if you really prefer.”
The permission to use a nickname sends more heat to Daniel’s cheeks. They were already on familiar terms. That had to be a good sign. “And you are here to meet me?” he asks because there’s no way this man is still single.
And yet Terry nods. “Correct. I was invited by Mr. Lawrence,” he explains. “His mentor at the gentlemen’s club is a close friend of mine. He mentioned your party in passing.” Daniel frowns at the mention of Sheriff Kreese. He was quite rude to Mr. Miyagi when he first arrived, only changing his tune once he learned the man was an ambassador.
“I see,” Daniel says shortly.
“Oh, I do apologize if John was rude to you,” Terry suddenly apologizes, as if he can read his mind.. “He has never been the same since the war. All the death you see—it changes a man. But worse yet, when he came home, his bride-to-be died of tuberculosis.” He blinks in confusion. Johnny never said the sheriff was in the war. That and his fiance’s death would explain much of his rudeness. “He has never been the same since we returned.”
His mouth drops open. “You were a soldier as well?” Daniel could believe him. He looked strong enough. That much was clear. But he acted nothing like the sheriff. 
The question pulls a frown at Terry’s lips. “Yes, John and I met as comrades, and we only grew closer after—when we both discovered our love of karate, which was what inspired by travels to the east.”
Daniel’s eyes widen at the familiar word. “You know karate?” The older man nods. He can’t believe his luck. Not only is Terry attractive and interesting, but they share similar hobbies. “I know karate as well. Mr. Miyagi taught me last summer.”
“Oh, really?” Terry’s grin sharpens. “What a convenience.” He chuckles. “And to think I almost did not attend. But lucky for us, my father has been insistent that I marry since I took over his business. I thought I would at least appease him by attending.” 
He frowns. Of course, Terry wouldn’t come out of serious interest. “However, I am very glad I did.” The older man steps closer, and Daniel sucks in a breath. “As I was able to meet such a charming, cultured young man—one whose mere sight took my breath away, even before he spoke.”
For the first time tonight, a man’s advances has sent warmth to Daniel’s gut, as well as his cheeks. He’s not sure what to say, but a chance never comes as a soft knock behind them turns his attention back to the door.
Ali stands with a grin on her face. “Sorry to interrupt.” Her eyes dart between the two men, and Daniel’s face burns with self consciousness.
“Yes, Ali? What is it?” He tries to hide the annoyance in his tone but is unable to.
She chuckles. “I was simply coming to inform you the next course is almost entirely gone already. Perhaps it would be best for you to come in and have a serving, or you may spend the rest of the evening with hunger pains.”
Daniel snorts. His friend knows him well. “Yes, that would be best.” He turns back to Terry with a smile, but the older man’s expression does not match his own. Annoyance has twisted his handsome face, and an apology is already at his lips. “Excuse me for leaving in such a hurry, Mr. Silver. I can be quite irritable if I don’t eat.” He lets out a forced laugh at his joke.  “Would you care to resume this conversation shortly?”
Terry nods. “Of course.” His smile returns as he heads toward the door where Ali still stands, and Daniel follows after, only to stop when Terry glances back. “I will find you at a later time tonight. I would very much enjoy getting to know you, Mr. LaRusso.”
His face is lit aflame again. “Yes, and I you, as well,” he stammers, and Terry smirks then disappears among the crowd of guests.
But Daniel doesn’t get farther than a step before Ali grabs his arm. “What?” 
Her face is etched with concern. “Do you know who that is?”
“He told me his name is Terrence Silver,” he answers with a shrug. “Said he was acquainted with Johnny’s mentor. But unlike that awful sheriff, he was—” So many words come to mind, but Daniel settles for, “Amazing.”
She blinks at him. “Did he show interest?”
He doesn’t understand her disbelief. “Yes, why? Do you not think I’m good enough? Weren’t you the one who threw this party?”
“Relax, Daniel. You are worthy. I promise. ” Ali says with a smile. “He’s just—don’t you know who that is?” Daniel shakes his head. “That’s Lord Terrence Silver, the Earl of San Fernando.”
“Oh my god,” he gapes, unable to take his eyes from Terry—no, Lord Silver across the room. “You must be mistaken, Ali.”
Her laugh tickles his arm. “I’m not.” She pulls him closer. “And if you marry, you would be Countess Daniel.”
Daniel runs a hand over his face. Why did he let her talk him into this party? And why did the only suitor he liked at the party have to be a noble?
Well, Countess Daniel Silver didn’t sound too bad.
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In Another Life
The police car was still there after Daniel got Chozen in the ambulance and checked on Mike. From where he stood, he could only see that head of gray hair through the rear window of the vehicle.
Daniel shifted from one foot to the other, chewing his lip. This was it, everything tied up with a bow. He could let it end here, without another word.
He could. But he couldn’t.
Daniel approached a police officer standing by the car. “Could I talk to him?” he asked. The officer looked skeptical. Before he could reply, Daniel went on, “Please, we go back a long way. Just a few minutes. You’re right here, what’s he gonna do?”
The officer looked dubious - but he nodded. “Alright, just a few minutes.” He opened the car door and shut it behind Daniel when he’d slid inside.
Daniel had never been inside a police car before. The back seat was so tiny. Even more so with Terry filling it up.
Daniel took a deep breath. “Hey.”
Terry didn’t say anything. There was nothing behind his eyes. No malice, no mirth, no manic passion. Nothing. He looked - hollow. Broken.
“I - look, I -” Daniel huffed, frustrated. Were there words for this?
Fuck it.
Cupping Terry’s face in his hands, Daniel pulled him close and kissed him.
It was…soft. Gentle. Chaste. It was good, so good. Everything Daniel had ever imagined and nothing like that at all.
When he pulled away - Daniel had never seen Terry shocked before.
He stroked a hand down Terry’s cheek. “In another life, yeah?”
The smile Terry gave him was one Daniel had only seen once before - a parting glance in a garden, thirty five years ago. “Yeah.”
That was all they needed to say. Daniel climbed out of the police car and went to find his family.
Now. Now it could be over.
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I know I’ve been pretty absent for weeks.  But I’ve been working a lot, especially weekends.  Plus, I needed a break.  Delved back into an old fandom, trying to enjoy it again.
Finally hitting a writing streak.  Getting back to my Cobra Kai drabbles.  I’ve worked on the past three weeks of #allvalley100 drabbles and just completed this week’s.
My latest works:
“Handle With Care” A Dutch-centric drabble in Julie-verse
“Copycat” Johnny-centric drabble where he complains about Daniel
“Tech Support” POV of the Tech Town customer that Robby scammed
“Star-Crossed” Sam’s POV of her and Miguel’s relationship
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saintemry · 2 years
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@allvalley100 prompt: what you don't know (amnesty week)
“What’s wrong?”
“Overstimulated,” Eli mumbles. 
Demitri deposits himself on the floor beside Eli with an understanding noise and says, “Do you want me to squish you?”
Eli’s heart stutters. 
“Please.”
Demitri loops two gangly arms around his shoulders and pulls him in without hesitation, his embrace stabilizing and firm, vicelike. Everything goes quiet.
When he gets overwhelmed like this, he always feels so pathetic for it. Feels stupid and fucking juvenile for craving that pressure. He couldn’t bring himself to ask for it, but he didn’t even need to — when it comes to Eli, there’s nothing Demetri doesn’t already know.
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backinblack-80 · 2 years
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Prompt Magic for @allvalley100 drabble challenge
'Is this your card?' Johnny asked with a florish.
'Oh, baby, no,' Laura said. Johnny's ten year old face fell.
'Told you it was a goddamn waste of time!' Sid barked. 'More of my money down the can!'
Johnny collected his cards and ran from the room.
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Robby held up the seven of clubs with a grin. 'This is your card!' His young eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.
Johnny thought about his card, the jack of hearts, and grinned back without hesitation.  'Oh my god, that's amazing! It was!' He held up his hand and Robby high-fived him. 'Nice one, buddy.'
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wicked-jade · 1 year
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@allvalley100 Here’s some smutty lawrusso for the Ritual prompt. Inspired by the infamous straw scene from Shootfighter 2. 
“You’re such a fuckin’ tease.” Daniel dragged his teeth over Johnny’s lower lip and bit down, hard. “You and that goddamn straw,” he growled, tugging at Johnny’s belt as he walked him backwards toward the bedroom. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”
Johnny’s back slammed into a wall. A second later, there was a loud crash.
Daniel blinked down at yet another shattered flatscreen.
“What is this, some kinda Johnny Lawrence sex ritual?”
“You’re the one who keeps shoving me into things!”
“Because you like it!”
“Hell yeah, I like it,” Johnny panted, dragging him into a filthy kiss.
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ohnoitsthebat · 1 year
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Written for the @allvalley100 prompt GRATITUDE.
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Johnny never considered himself a grateful person–the truth was, he just didn’t have much to be grateful for in his adult life, he thought. He lived in a shitty apartment, ate a diet that consisted of shitty food, had a shitty relationship with his son (which he blamed himself for every day), and had a shitty job. All in all, his life sucked.
Then LaRusso came waltzing back into his life, showering him with love, compliments, food, and, most importantly, mind-blowing sex, and Johnny’s perspective changed. He still didn’t love himself, but Daniel did, and Johnny was grateful for him.
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faceyourfear · 11 months
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Panacea 
The man staring back at him is old, white curls hang around his wrinkled face. Cautious, timid. Toothless. 
Deceptively safe for everyone around him. Promoting values. A philanthropist. 
Opening his kimono, he sees a torso he half-recognises, sans a tattoo, the cobra missing, youthful for his age. Youthful for any age, if he’s honest with himself.
And he’s only ever been honest with himself.
Anyone else has betrayed it.
Betrayal comes in many ways. 
He wraps his hair in a ponytail. 
There he is, older, thinner, danger lurking in the blue eyes and fangs behind thin lips.
Cure and malady. 
Written for @allvalley100 drabble prompt “Snake oil”.
I went with the definition:  Snake oil is a term used to describe deceptive marketing, health care fraud, or a scam
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