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oliviaischillin1204 · 8 months

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lessons in how to stop being a dick

Pairing: Familial Johnny and Robby

Word Count: 1,682 words

i've gotten a few asks abt cobra kai recently (there is one in my inbox rn, i'm so sorry i haven't responded yet!) and it just reignited my inspiration for this idea i had so tada new fic!! :D

"You sure you don't wanna head home?" Johnny called out to the near-empty dojo as the last few students walked out. "Carmen hasn't pulled off yet, you could ride home with her and Miguel."

"Nah," Robby replied. He was on the other side of the dojo, wiping down the mats before putting them back against the wall. "Someone has to keep this place from getting a health code violation."

"Hey, I clean this place after every session!"

"Oh, yeah? Then why was there dried blood still on this mat?"

"I left it there. As a reminder of what happens if you let your guard down."

Robby huffed a laugh, which made a spark of something really good go through Johnny's chest. Having his son back in his life was something that seemed impossible for such a long time, and now they got to spend time together every day, even if it was while cleaning a gross, sweaty karate dojo together.

They continued to riff and bicker while they cleaned and sorted the rest of the mats, put the training dummies back in place, and mopped the floors. Robby even fixed one of the fluorescent lights that Johnny had been too lazy to get to. Finally the two of them stood side by side, admiring the Cobra Kai dojo.

"Looks good to me," Robby said.

"Yeah, same, man. You did a good job on those floors." Johnny nudged Robby's shoulder with his own. "Somebody must've taught you the value of hard work."

"Yeah, his name is Daniel LaRusso."

"Shut up." Johnny bumped him again, a bit harder, smirking when he felt Robby return the gesture. There was a beat of silence, just this side of awkward, but not wholly unpleasant.

Finally Robby sighed, turning and heading to the locker rooms. "Alright, lemme just grab my bag-"

"Robby," Johnny blurted. His son stopped in his tracks, looking back in confusion. Johnny wavered for a second, then pushed through. "I really do appreciate this second chance, man."

Robby's face smoothed out as he huffed a little laugh. "I know, Dad."

"I mean it," Johnny continued. "Even after... you know, all the Kreese bullshit, and the pony tail dude, and LaRusso, and everything... I know we're on good terms now, but... you didn't have to let me back into your life."

Robby shifted a bit in place. He looked about as uncomfortable hearing this as Johnny felt saying it. "I mean... would've been kinda shitty to just ignore you after everything."

"No, it wouldn't," Johnny said. "You'd be completely within your rights to never talk to me again. I was an asshole, and a horrible father, and... I mean, you didn't really have a dad for so long-"

"Too long," Robby blurted. "Long enough."

Johnny's breath caught in his chest. "Yeah." He coughed, looking around awkwardly for a moment. "So- you know, I'm just- I'm gonna try my hardest to stop being a dick, for everyone, but especially you. And- you know. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be your Dad again."

Jesus Christ, he's so lame now. Having actual loved ones in his life again made him a sappy loser.

"I-" Robby started, and Johnny looked closely at him for any signs this was going to far. "I just-"

He sighed, cleared his throat, and finally looked towards Johnny again. "Thank you for... trying to be better, Dad. You are better. And... I love you."

Johnny let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I love you too, kid."

They paused. Slowly Johnny walked towards Robby; he raised his arms, and after a beat Robby returned the hug. They stood in the middle of the room, just barely swaying as Johnny held his son.

"I love you," he said again, because fuck it, he'd take being cringey if it meant his son got to hear those words as much as possible. "I love you, Robby."

He had no idea what Robby was thinking, but he felt his son slowly drop his head onto his dad's shoulder. Johnny rubbed his back with one hand, the other cradling the back of his head. After a long moment wrestling with indecision, Johnny pressed a light kiss onto Robby's temple.

"Love you, kid."

He didn't expect a response, but after a few moments he caught a muffled response from where his son's face was buried in his shirt.

"What?"

Robby pulled back a bit; Johnny still couldn't see his face, but he definitely heard the smirk in his voice as he said, "Did Mr. LaRusso write that speech for you?"

Johnny froze. His arms were still wrapped around his kid. "You serious?"

"No, it was a great speech. Very, uh, emotional." Yeah, Robby was fucking laughing at him, the little shit. "Or did Carmen help you? You asked her what teenage boys like, and she told you they love hearing their parents say 'I love you' over and over?"

"You little shit." Johnny was baring his fucking soul to this kid, and Robby was making fun of him. This would not stand.

Johnny looked slightly down. Right under his chin was Robby's shoulder; he always changed into a tank top after practice. Before he could think about it, Johnny leaned down and blew a raspberry right on Robby's shoulder.

In hindsight, he didn't know what he'd been expecting. It didn't feel good in the slightest to admit it, but the truth is Johnny had no idea if Robby was ever ticklish. He'd never been around that long, and when he was it certainly wasn't the kind of thing Robby would've allowed before their relationship had gotten better. It wasn't even a normal tickle spot, Johnny thought- who the hell has ticklish shoulders?

Apparently... Robby does. Very much so.

Because his response to having his dad blow a raspberry on the crook of his shoulder, Johnny's half-shaven stubble scratching the skin while the rest of his shoulder buzzed with vibrations, was to squeal and immediately lose all ability in his legs.

"Jesus!" Johnny hissed, catching Robby when his son veered dangerously far to one side. "Was that- was that real? It tickled that much?"

"What the fuck-" Robby hissed in return, "what the fuck was that?" He tried to stand, but doing so would've pulled him out of Johnny's grasp, and on a whim Johnny locked his arms even tighter around his son's shoulders. "Dude, let me go-"

"Hell, no," Johnny said. And then he did it again: same shoulder, same spot, and same desperate giggles falling from Robby's mouth.

"Dad!" he gasped, his legs kicking wildly. "What are you-"

Johnny did it again, this time closer to his neck, and Robby's squeal turned into more of a scream. He slammed his head to the side, frantically rubbing his ear against the skin to stop the tingles.

"Fucking- are you serious?" he said. His ears were turning red, Johnny noticed, and his smile was wider than Johnny remembered seeing it in a while. It wasn't a smug smirk, or the measured-yet-cocky expression Robby wore after winning a sparring match. It was uneven, with lots of teeth, and looked very goofy.

So of course, Johnny immediately switched to the other side and blew yet another raspberry.

"Why?" Robby screamed, trying to slam his head down to the other side. "Dad!"

"Mhmm?" Johnny asked, keeping his mouth pressed against Robby's shoulder. "What's up, kid?"

There was no answer; his son was too busy laughing his head off at the feeling of Johnny's words sending tickly feelings all down his spine. He stamped his feet against the ground, straining against Johnny's hold, but his dad had the upper ground.

"I'm trying to be earnest, you dork," Johnny said, "and you make fun of me?" He ducked his head to go again, waited for Robby to try to protect his neck, then immediately attacked the other side.

"Do you think-" he blew a raspberry- "that Carmen had to teach me this?" Another one, this time moving one hand from around Robby's shoulders to squeeze haphazardly at his side. "Or LaRusso?"

Robby was giggling and cackling, his legs moving seemingly without permission from his brain. He tried to pull backwards, but Johnny easily switched his hold to around Robby's midsection, and now both hands were free to squeeze and vibrate all over his sides and stomach. Robby couldn't stop squealing, that was the craziest thing- Johnny never would've imagined his son could made that noise. Now that he heard it, he never wanted to stop.

"Yohohou- you said- you were gonahahahahaha stop-being-a-dick!" he shrieked, throwing his head back with laughter that seemed to echo off the dojo walls.

"This is just payback, man," Johnny teased. "Don't make fun of me when I'm being sappy and shit."

He waited for a comeback, but Robby's breaths were sounding more and more ragged, his body getting weaker and less fighty, and Johnny figured it was probably time to stop. He slowed his fingers and moved his hands so he was simply helping Robby stand upright as the teen caught his breath.

"You good?" he said. Robby coughed as his breathing slowed down, even though his face was still pretty red.

"You are-" he panted, before fixing Johnny was a hilariously inaffective glare, "such a dick."

Johnny grinned. "Like I said, it's a work in progress."

Robby rolled his eyes and turned his head, but he wasn't fast enough- Johnny saw the smile that still threatened to turn up the corners of his mouth. "Jesus Christ, man. Can we just go?"

"Hold on," Johnny said. Robby looked at him warily. "I love you, son."

"Seriously?"

Johnny squeezed his fingers once around Robby's waist, making him yelp. "Okay! Fuck! I love you, too!"

A beat, and then Johnny burst into snickers, finally letting his son go. Robby stumbled, barely catching his balance before he huffed and stomped his way toward the lockers.

"Love you!" Johnny yelled after him. Robby flipped him off, and Johnny laughed loud and bright.

Yeah, this was definitely a work in progress.

#my posts #my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #cobra kai tickles #drafted on august 16 2023 #i can't fucking believe i just sat down and wrote a whole new fic tonight. in like less than 2 hours #i'm SO HAPPY i've had this idea for fucking ever i'm so glad i finished it hehe #lee!robby #ler!johnny #lessons in how to stop being a dick

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thorniest-rose · 2 years

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Are you the one who wrote that Halloween oneshot Daniel obsessed Robby? Because I reread it again recently and you gut me down to the core. So visceral- Robby's feelings. His dark impulses. The cliffhanger with Silver. Like. I wanna know how exactly Daniel clawed himself into Terry or Terry's interpretation of that. 👀 I guess I just love the gut punch of Daniel unknowingly breaking hearts just by existing

yes that's me!!!! I've been thinking about that little fic a lot again recently and how much I want to another fic where Robby's in love with Daniel. Not set in that verse because it was extremely dark, but more within the realms of canon, when Johnny and Robby go to Mexico and they inevitably end up talking about a lot of things and Robby blurts it out one day. And it deals with all the fallout from that as Johnny tries to help Robby while also having to face his own feelings for Daniel.

But in that Halloween fic specifically, Terry said all those things to Robby to manipulate him. He wants Robby to see Daniel as this kind of siren who lures men in just to chew them up and spit them out. When in reality of course Daniel was the victim and Terry was the one who preyed on him, but that won't be the story Terry tells Robby, he'll flip it to seem like Daniel seduced him. Just like he seduced Robby (even though he didn't!!) but Terry will convince Robby of that to turn him against Daniel and weaponise him.

It's so sad, Robby generally is such a tragic figure!!! He's so starved of affection and validation in CK and I can see him imprinting on Daniel just to wind up feeling rejected and having his heart broken. I do wish the writers had done something like this in S4, where Robby was fully initiated into & brainwashed by Kreese and Terry, and fought against Daniel and Johnny as this kind of dark Cobra Kai princeling, but of COURSE they didn't and instead we got a very insipid kind of Robby storyline (imo).

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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Sparks Pt. 4

Summary: Peter Maximoff comes back after a weekend at home to find Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters crowded and booming with noise. He decides to investigate and finds out that it's orientation day for new students. He sees you and immediately is head over heels, but in his attempts to impress you he embarrasses himself beyond belief and runs off before you can even introduce yourself.

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All the new students chatted excietley among themselves wondering what you guys were being called to the garden for. There were only a handful of you guys about 20 or so but when it comes to mutants that number was massive. You too were excited to find out what was going on, you tried your best to ignore the slight feeling of embarrassment you had, you had almost told Peter you thought he was cute. A part of you was relieved that Jubilee had spared you of a possible rejection but the other half wondered what his reaction would have been.

“What ya thinking ‘about?” You felt yourself jump up at the sudden noise, scaring Jubilee who was holding onto your arm. You whipped your head to the side to see Peter standing there leaning on Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt pushed him off and went behind you squeezing next to Jubilee muttering about how everyone took advantage of his powers and never thanked him. You shot him a smile as he passed by and he returned it. If only you could have seen the way Peter’s disappeared for a moment, before snapping right back when you turned to face him again.

He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Professor X pulling up at the front of the crowd. “Thank you all for coming, I hope you have all met your roommates and hopefully were able to get acquainted before I interrupted you all. Well before Peter interrupted you all.” Everyone laughed and Peter gave a little bow and waved like he was the queen of england. “So what we will be doing is a display of abilities for our new students.” Everyone started whispering at this but Professor X put his hand up as a signal for silence. “I know it can be unnerving especially if you still can’t fully control your powers. But this will give me and the students here a chance to see what your abilities are and what your skill level is at. That way I can assign you to the appropriate classes and you can find students with similar powers or struggles to help you while you are here at this school.” He smiled at the crowd, hoping to ease their nervousness. “When you come up give us a short introduction and then a small display of your powers. Who would like to go first?” The crowd fell silent, everyone absolutely hated the idea of telling the whole school about yourself and then showing your powers. “Come on now, one of you has to get it started.”

“(y/n) wants to go!” Peter blurted out.

“Excellent,” Xavier exclaimed. “Come on up Dear.”

Your eyes widened, shaking your head rapidly back and forth. Peter reached for your hand and gave it a little squeeze pulling you closer so he could whisper in your ear. “It’s better if you go first, you get it out of the way and you don't have that feeling of dread while everyone else is going.” You gave him a skeptical look, he gave you a reassuring smile. You yielded and gave him a quick nod. The crowd parted to make way for you as you awkwardly walked to the front. “Hi my name is (y/n) (y/l/n). I am 19 years old and I enjoy painting and I really like movies.” You felt your hands shaking slightly. You always hated doing these introductions, and it wasn't helping that the crowd was so quiet.

“I love movies!” Peter shouted, easing the tension. You looked up from your feet to see his beaming face. “Do you like Karate Kid!” You laughed, as did the crowd. You were grateful that he was trying to make you feel more comfortable.

“Yeah I like Karate kid.” You responded.

“Do you like Daniel or Johnny!?” He shouted again. “Cause I personally prefer-”

“Peter!” Xavier interrupted, glaring at him. “Stop.”

“This conversation isn't over!” Everyone continued to laugh at Peter’s antics, the feeling of nervousness you had had was long gone.

“Anyway,” Professor X did his best to redirect the conversation back to what it was originally intended to be. “If you don’t mind Ms. (y/l/n), show us what your abilities are.

“Yeah okay.” You gave him a nervous smile and took a deep breath. “My powers aren’t all that strong. But I don’t mind,” You looked around for how to display your power, it was getting dark in the garden, there were lights in the garden but they were very dull and gave off very little light. You held your hands out slightly, a soft light surrounded your hands and you flicked your wrist up. The small action caused light to pour from the lamp posts, illuminating the whole garden and allowing everyone to see clearly. You could now see Peter beaming at you, his smile the brightest thing in the garden. “I can manipulate electricity.” You explained letting the lights dim slightly. “It’s a weaker version of the power so I can’t actually wield electricity and form it into what I want, but I can affect things that require it.” You made the lights dance softly and flicker on and off. “I can also do this other thing but I need a volunteer.” You admitted face burning with a slight embarrassment. You don't really like showing off.

“I’ll do it!” Kurt’s hand shot up in the air, he beat Peter to volunteering. His hand was paused slightly before he lowered it. Jubilee shot Peter a knowing look at seeing his disappointed face. He avoided her gaze. Kurt poofed form where he was to the front of the crowd right next to you. You wave the smoke away and take his hand in yours. As soon as they connect a slight shock goes through you to him and Kurt’s hair stands comply on edge from the electric shock. “This is amazing!” You giggled at his reaction and he gave you a toothy smile. Peter formed look at you and the way you looked at lane another, from here it was hard to tell if it was one of admiration or one of affection. An unknown feeling settled into Peter’s chest as he watched you two hold hands. Something he couldn't quite place.

“I can send electric charges to people that I come in contact with.” You explained. “It can range anywhere from a small shock out of nerves or a full on electrical shock, with the same power that a defibrillator can distribute.” You let go of Kurt’s hands and his hair fell back down. “If I can control it then the power wears off when I stop touching them but if it's out of nerves or shock it may leave their hair standing up.” Peter remembered how his hair had stayed on end when you had held his hand.

“Thank you (y/n). That is a very fascinating power. “Xavier gave you a gentle smile and you returned it before making your way back to Jubilee. She complimented your powers and said that you guys were meant to be friends and roommates because your powers were similar. Professor X called up another student and they gave a quick display similar to yours. It went on until everyone had gone and you were at least familiar with one another. Professor dismissed you guys yet again and informed you that dinner would be served in the hall. Tonight's meal was going to be grilled cheese and tomato soup.

“Grilled cheese?” Jubilee whined. “I’m so sick of grilled cheese they serve the same food every week.” Jubilee looked around to make sure nobody was near. “What do you say we get some real food?”

“But I thought we weren't allowed to leave campus.” You questioned.

“That’s just a suggestion, if you can find a way out who says you have to stay.” Peter said pushing himself between you two, hands slung over both of yours shoulders. Jubilee shrugged him off and he settled for just having his arms around you pulling you even closer in a side hug. “Let us show ya some fun newbie.”

You bit your lip debating it. While you were thinking Kurt and two other students made their way over to you all. You remembered the guy and the girl from the earlier demonstration from the x-men. It was Scott and Jean.

“What are you guys talking about?” Scott asked as he came closer.

“Prison break.” Peter answered. “That is if (y/n) here agrees to letting us show her a good time. The x-men way.” All eyes were on you awaiting your response. A wave of excitement rushed over you.

“Alright let’s do it!” They all cheered.

“I’ll drive!” Peter shouted.

“No!” everyone yelled back, you let out a laugh. This was going to be fun.

I hope y’all enjoyed this chapter! Peter was interrupted before he got to say if he liked Johnny or Daniel from Karate kid? Who do you think he prefers 👀 who do you prefer ? I’m a Johnny girl myself

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff fanart #peter maximoff fluff #peter maximoff headcanon #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff fanfiction #marvel #quicksilver #evan peters #quicksilver xmen #marvel fanfiction #jubilee xmen #xmen fanfiction #quicksilver xmen x reader #kurt wagner x reader #kurt wagner #evan peters fanfiction

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 3 years

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imagine : maybe like mid s4 when miyagi-do and eagle fang kids get a bit closer, eli gets closer to daniel (cause let's be honest, its bound to happen, and it would be great for plot) and he tells daniel things that he doesn't tell anyone else (cause he trusts him.) he tells daniel about how guilty he was for breaking demetri's arm, and how bad he feels for pushing him away as hawk.

one day eli finds daniel alone in the dojo and starts one of their sentimental talks. in the middle of it he just blurts out "how do you know youre in love?" and daniel goes on a whole rant, but ends up saying that eli shouldn't be thinking this about a girl he most likely just met. eli shyly whispers "it's not a girl.... ive known him for a long time..." and daniel is like Oh Shit, i get it. he asks "it's demetri, isnt it?" and eli just smiles like a dork and nods.

bonus; daniel is so proud of eli for coming to terms with being in love with demetri and wanting to do something about it :)

Hey I did imagine this and I enjoyed EVERY minute of it, I will HAVE YOU KNOW

YES YES YES Eli and Daniel bonding in Season 4 please and thank you!!! I would LOVE to see that, and I feel like Eli’s actually one of the more likely ex-cobras to bond with Daniel since they could connect over both having gotten bullied, and Daniel might be more willing to give him the benefit of the doubt since I’m sure Demetri would vouch for him nigh-endlessly (and Daniel probably trusts Demetri’s judgement and figures he’s smart enough that he wouldn’t let someone like that into the dojo unless he trusted them wholeheartedly). Kinda love the idea that Eli (and Demetri indirectly) would end up bringing Johnny and Daniel closer together too, through Eli developing a bond with both of them and them both ending up being pretty protective of him. Like both of them definitely appreciate the way he stood up for himself and used karate to fight back against bullies.

Man, I’m always here for Daniel slipping into the Wise Old Mountaintop Sensei role and dishing out ancient-sounding wisdom like Mr. Miyagi XD Truly few things are more calming than the guidance of Daniel LaRusso even when it’s wrong or severely misguided lmao. The man just has an inexplicably soothing presence. But yeah, catch Daniel telling RIGHT the fuck away that Eli’s in love with Demetri literally as soon as Eli says it’s a guy XD I’m sure the way Demetri talks about Eli to Daniel helps too, and how close they freakin’ stand to each other during karate practice XD Like there are just TOO many indicators that there’s just some very non-platonic Vibes going on here.

Daniel ships it so hard, too--after he warms up to Eli and sees how much these boys care for each other, he couldn’t think his two karate sons deserve each other more <3

CATCH DANIEL BEING THE PROUDEST KARATE DAD IN THE WHOLE WORLD THAT ELI FINALLY CAME TO TERMS WITH HIS FEELINGS AND CHEERING HIM ON THE WHOLE WAY WHEN HE FINALLY ASKS DEMETRI OUT

Only wholesome asks tonight, fellas! I’m taking a break from making myself cry about the Binary Boyfriends and the massive angst that follows the poor dudes around!

#hawk x demetri #demetri x eli #binary boyfriends #hawkmeat #eli x demetri #demetri x hawk #elimetri #demetri cobra kai #eli moskowitz #daniel larusso #cobra kai #cobra kai season 4 #hawk #demetri #eli #my askbox

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klovenhooves · 4 years

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Johnny Lawrence and the Five Love Languages, Chapter Two: Acts of Service

Johnny felt like he’d been living in Groundhog’s Day. Every day he woke up, and it still wasn’t the weekend yet. He was constantly tapping his foot, jumping his leg up and down under the table, as if willing time to speed up. He wasn’t used to feeling so jittery about something – Miguel commented knowingly that Sensei Lawrence had overdosed on caffeine when he fidgeted too much during training.

He got some extra push ups for that, not that he minded, the little twerp.

And then, suddenly, it was Saturday morning, and he was jogging out to his car, keys jangling like his nerves, trying not to think about how eager he was to get to the beach. This time they would be without Robby, without Anthony, alone in the ocean.

Maybe Diaz had a point with his little love language thingy.

At least, that’s what he thought at ten in the morning. By noon, he was pretty sure the love languages thing was bullshit, because he was still waiting for Daniel to show up, and he was about to admit to himself and his stubborn pride that he wasn’t coming. He scoffed, pushing himself off the hood of his car and into the driver’s seat, trying to stifle the ripple of disappointment that ached a little like embarrassment.

He was a high school kid again, playing games with the pretty girl and hoping she knew the rules. Except this time, he was the one who didn’t know the rules.

He grabbed his phone from the cupholder beneath the radio where he’d left it to keep the sand and salt out of it. He almost didn’t look at it. What would he find there, but another avenue to hurt his feelings? Daniel probably hadn’t called.

He sighed and pressed the top button. There were five missed calls on it, and a text from Robby.

“CALL ME NOW,” it said.

He obeyed the text message, thinking ironically that whatever shit was about to hit the fan would at least distract him from Daniel LaRusso.

“What the hell did you do?” Robby’s voice was hoarse, tired, like he’d been yelling for a while already. Johnny’s hand twitched around his keys, itching to turn them in the ignition, to find his son, find the problem. He stuck his hand under his thigh and forced himself to stay still.

“What did I do?” Johnny repeated. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

He could hear something in the background, deep sounds of wood hitting wood, and running water. “Cobra Kai never dies, right?” Robby sneered. “Isn’t that what you say?”

“Yeah…” Johnny trailed off, trying to put together too few available pieces of the puzzle. “Look, I don’t know what –”

“Cobra Kais trashed Miyagi-do last night,” Robby spat.

Suddenly, Daniel’s absence made sense. “Send me the address,” he said firmly, speaking over Robby when he could hear his son preparing to deliver another painful blow. “Now.”

***

He could see the devastation before he even got out of the car. “Cobra Kai Never Dies” seared into his vision from the side of LaRusso’s favorite yellow vintage car, black and stark and painful to look at. He grimaced, shoving the door of his car open and listening for the approach.

It didn’t take long for Daniel to find him.

“Get the hell out of here, Johnny,” he snapped from the porch, and even from a distance, Johnny could see that he was sunburned, sweaty, exhausted. “Before I call the cops.”

“I didn’t do this,” Johnny answered, holding his hands up in the sign of surrender. “I swear. I would never.”

“I don’t believe you.”

That hurt more than Johnny thought it would. He blinked and looked down at the worn earth beneath his feet, almost sand. They should have been at the beach right now. They could have been having fun.

He steeled himself. As much as he didn’t want to, he was going to have to swallow his pride if he wanted to convince Daniel of his innocence. More than that, he wanted to convince Daniel so completely that he would never again believe him capable of something like this.

Because what man would love someone capable of something like this? Whoever had done this had stomped into Daniel’s sanctuary, his shrine to his dead teacher, and crushed it under their boot without remorse. Even when he was blindingly angry, drunk, miserable, Johnny would have never dared wreak havoc here.

“You don’t have to believe me,” he said. “Just tell me what needs fixing.”

Daniel took a step down from the porch, eyes intent on Johnny, so sharp that Johnny wanted to flinch away from them. “What?”

Daniel was itching for a fight, Johnny could see it in his gaze. He wondered if that would make him happy, and considered giving it to him.

But no, he would be selfish, and deny Daniel their personal brand of intimacy. Let this be a new one. “Let me help,” he said softly. “What do you need me to do?”

Daniel furrowed his brows, eyes roving over Johnny’s face like he would find the truth in the lines around his eyes. Johnny let him look, content to suffer under his gaze, waiting to be sent away.

“You really didn’t do this?” He wanted to believe him, Johnny could see in the sad downturn of his mouth.

“LaRusso, if I wanted to torture you, I wouldn’t resort to vandalism,” Johnny replied, tilting his head, giving Daniel a genuine smile instead of his typical smirk. “This has teenage kid written all over it.” Then, without thinking, he blurted, “We aren’t teenagers anymore.”

Daniel clenched his jaw, the bunched muscles protruding from the pressure. “You’re right, we aren’t.”

***

Taking Johnny through the back gate brought the initial shock back; Daniel could see the wreckage as if through his eyes – the broken pots and tipped over plants, the shredded punching bag, the toilet paper all over the trees, the spray paint. He had been trying to clear it up for three hours, at least, and it still looked like he hadn’t even started. It almost made him turn around and leave – though what he would do when he left, Daniel couldn’t tell. He was stuck between wanting to fix everything, put it all back the way Miyagi had it and going to a bar and getting wretchedly drunk.

“Holy shit,” Johnny breathed beside him. Daniel spared him a glance, enough to see that he was clearly still dressed for the beach, and felt a pang of guilt. He hadn’t called to tell Johnny he wasn’t coming – that felt like the closest thing to a courtesy he could give him when he saw the dojo. He had stood there, where Johnny was standing now, trying to reconcile the Johnny he had been thinking about against his will all week with the one who was callous enough to send his students to do something like this.

He didn’t dare hope that Johnny had nothing to do with it, lest he be wrong.

“Where do you need me, boss?” Johnny asked when Daniel didn’t answer.

“Uh,” he stammered, looking around the yard. “We really just need to get the trash picked up first.”

“Cool,” Johnny said, turning away and yanking toilet paper out of the tree beside him. “Go get some water, LaRusso, you look dead on your feet.”

“I don’t need –”

“You do,” Johnny interrupted, and there was that unfathomable softness again, apparent in the wrinkles around his eyes, in the set of his mouth. “Go get some water, and get some for my kid, too.”

Daniel stared at him for a moment, trying to replace the hardened, angry face of Johnny Lawrence in his mind with this almost reasonable one. He sighed, feeling his muscles ache with the breath, and nodded. He returned a few minutes later with cold bottles of water, holding them up for the kids to see. He could feel Johnny watching him as he passed them out, cracking his own open and drinking greedily until the bottle was empty.

When he looked back, Johnny gave him a self-satisfied smirk and kept cleaning.

Daniel felt like he was being constantly barraged by epiphanies about Johnny Lawrence lately. He remembered keenly the understanding he felt when he stood next to him at his childhood apartment.

“A nice house doesn’t mean nice things are going on inside.”

The words made so many unexplained details about Johnny make sense that Daniel kept catching himself thinking about it weeks after. No wonder Johnny had been so angry as a teenager – no wonder he’d adapted so well to Kreese’s teachings. No wonder karate had always been so important, and such a dire skill to learn.

Now, he was seeing new facets, like Johnny surfing, still boyish and energetic in the ocean, familiar and knowledgeable in the way Daniel always wanted to be about anything.

And here he was, slaving away under the hot sun, to prove to Daniel that he hadn’t trashed his dojo.

Daniel wanted to comment that he didn’t think a rich boy from Encino could work so hard, but he found that he was unwilling to break the easy peace they’d found. Instead, he helped Johnny unhook the punching bag from its hook and carried it inside with him.

“I can tape it up,” Johnny said, surveying the cuts critically. “That should hold it for a while, depending on how much you wail on this thing daily.”

Daniel nodded. “I’ll get the tape.”

He ended up kneeling across from Johnny on the wood floor, his hands holding the different gashes together so Johnny could tape them closed, his hands both careful and sure.

“I will find out who did this,” Johnny said after a while, peeling another piece of duct tape free. “I didn’t teach them –”

“I know you didn’t,” Daniel interrupted, and he could see Johnny turn his head to see his face more clearly. “No criminal worth his salt would stay to clean up the mess.”

Johnny chuckled, a genuine laugh under his breath, and Daniel smiled. He didn’t think he’d ever heard that laugh before.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call,” Daniel muttered, ducking his head lower, closer to the punching bag so Johnny couldn’t see it. “I should have.”

“No,” Johnny muttered, pressing the duct tape into the gash Daniel was holding closed, his fingers brushing over Daniel’s as he secured the tape in place. “I wouldn’t have called me either.”

Daniel looked up at him, accidentally catching his gaze and holding it. There was a sadness in Johnny’s eyes that Daniel could feel, radiating from him like he was trying to warn him away. He wondered why that was. He could feel the edge of Johnny’s hand, pressed onto the punching bag right near his own, warm and soft.

“John –”

“Dad,” Sam blurted, trotting up the stairs and into the house. “We need more hands to pick up the statue.”

Daniel tore his eyes away and found his daughter, face red and hair frazzled. “I’ll be right there,” he said.

“Let’s go,” Johnny said, picking up the punching bag, his voice a forced replica of his usual tone. “I’ll help you.”

Daniel was left to gape after him as he carried the heavy bag by himself back to its hook and replaced it.

***

Johnny couldn’t explain where his strange feeling of hope came from, but once it settled in, he couldn’t shake it. Something about working with Daniel to fix that punching bag, the way they spoke plainly, even if they said it while looking at the punching bag instead of each other, felt important, like Daniel was starting to see him as something other than an immature bully.

He followed Daniel and Sam to the tipped over statue, where tracks in the grass told him that Robby and Sam had already tried to pick up the statue themselves and stumbled. He could tell just by looking at it that it was too heavy for the kids to pick up by themselves, and maybe even too heavy to himself and Daniel to pick up.

“Robby, can you get me those two broken fence planks?” he asked. Robby furrowed his brows at him in confusion but didn’t argue, trotting off to grab the planks.

“What are you thinking?” Daniel asked, stepping closer to him, close enough that Johnny could smell that he was wearing sunscreen. He was reminded, again, of their plans to be at the beach.

“If we can use those rocks and the planks to get the statue just a few inches off the ground, we can probably get it the rest of the way ourselves,” Johnny said. “I had to do this at a landscaping job I did about ten years ago. Some rich Encino broad –” he caught Sam’s close gaze out of the corner of his eye. “Some rich Encino…woman…insisted that she wanted slabs of marble sticking out of her garden in the back yard, and one of them fell over. I was the only one there, so I had to get creative to get it back up.”

“You did a landscaping job?” Daniel asked as Johnny passed him a plank.

“You’re the white-collar guy here, LaRusso,” Johnny remarked, shoving the plank under the statue. “Not me.”

Daniel didn’t answer him, but mirrored his movements, setting his own plank underneath the statue and looking to Johnny for his cue.

The statue was heavier than he expected, but after a few seconds of struggling, it started to lift off the grass. Daniel huffed a surprised scoff, too out of breath to do anything else, and Johnny grinned at him.

Robby and Sam slipped in and took hold of the statue, Johnny and Daniel following, and after some clumsy struggling, the statue was upright again and looking as sturdy against the fence as it had before. The kids cheered, high-fiving first each other, and then their fathers.

“Alright, you two, why don’t you go cool off in the shade and drink some more water?” Daniel said, his eyes landing only momentarily on Johnny. They obliged without argument, trudging off toward the house with heavy feet.

Johnny could feel Daniel’s eyes on him in the wake of the kids’ absence. He turned away from him and surveyed the garden, far more tranquil than it had been when he arrived. He could hear the running water and the deep sound of the wood chimes that he’d heard when Robby called.

He could understand, in quiet moments like this, why Daniel was so protective of this place.

“I want you to try something,” Daniel’s voice broke through his reverie. Johnny turned to see him, a smile just barely quirking his lips upward, his hair tousled and messy from the wind and the work. The sun was starting to sink behind him, leaving gold behind in strands of his hair, his skin supple and dark in the sunlight.

“Is this when you tell me you have weed?” Johnny replied.

Daniel rolled his eyes and led Johnny to the edge of a pond where a round platform floated in the middle.

“Torture device?” Johnny asked.

“Get in the pond, Johnny,” Daniel said, toeing off his own shoes at the edge.

“Are there fish in there?” Johnny asked, peering in.

“There aren’t fish in there,” Daniel laughed.

“Are you sure –?”

Before he could finish, Daniel had grabbed him around the middle and pulled him into the pond with him. The water was ice cold when he went in, so cold he felt the shock ricochet through his body. And then he felt Daniel’s arms around his middle, just barely releasing so they could find the surface safely, and the cold didn’t matter.

He broke the surface, spluttering, and found Daniel grinning at him, trying to hold back his laughter. He launched himself in Daniel’s direction, catching him around the shoulders and shoving him into the water, yanking him back up only a moment later, hand tight around Daniel’s upper arm.

“You don’t want to play that game with me,” Daniel said warningly, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes, grinning like a fool. “I’ve been almost drowning my cousins since I lived in Newark.”

“I grew up in the ocean, LaRusso, a body of water intent on drowning you without any help,” Johnny retorted, still holding tight to Daniel’s arm. “I think I can handle you.”

Daniel raised his eyebrows at him, and before Johnny could think of another witty retort, Daniel’s leg was snaking around his and yanking his feet out from under him, sending them both below the surface of the water.

Beneath the surface, Johnny could see the stones on the bottom of the pond, recently scraped clean of algae, if the little green spots in the cracks of the rocks were any indication. Daniel, beside him, was untangling himself from Johnny’s legs, swimming toward the surface again. Deftly, without any struggle, Johnny waited until he broke the surface, gave him time to take a breath, and wrapped his legs around Daniel’s waist, pulling him back down below again.

Daniel glared at him, his eyes almost black under the water, and pushed them both to the surface.

“Okay, okay, time out, we’re actually going to drown each other,” Daniel said, one arm sliding around the small of Johnny’s back to hold him up in the water.

It wasn’t until Daniel’s hand settled on his hip that Johnny realized he still had his legs hooked around Daniel’s waist. He just assumed Daniel would break free of the hold when he made his way to the surface.

His surprise must have shown on his face because he could both hear and feel Daniel chuckle.

“Thank you,” he said, and if Johnny hadn’t been so close, he probably wouldn’t have heard it. “For today.”

Johnny didn’t know what to say. Brushing off Daniel’s thanks would feel like he was cheapening what they had accomplished today, which, based on their track record of working together, was unheard of. But he didn’t really feel like what he did required thanks when really all he wanted was to prove to Daniel he hadn’t trashed the dojo.

And then he remembered one of the love languages that Miguel told him about.

Acts of service.

Perhaps this was the one that would work.

He watched, as if in slow motion, Daniel’s gaze drop to his lips. There was still water running down his face, settling at the point of his chin, dripping in the silence, harmonizing with the chimes at the back door to the house. He could lean in – he moved to unhook his legs from around Daniel’s waist, but Daniel’s arm around him tightened and stilled his movement.

“Tighten your legs,” Daniel said quietly, the same words Johnny said to him last week, and Johnny’s gaze snapped up to his eyes, deep, soulful brown in the shade, eyelashes still wet.

He could lean in – he watched Daniel lick his lips and reached up to grab onto the side of the pond, steadying them both against the side. He leaned in, just a fraction –

“Dad –”

Immediately, Johnny released Daniel’s waist and moved away, far enough that he bumped against the platform floating in the pond.

Daniel’s eyes were still on him, dark and unreadable. “Yes, Sam?”

“Sensei Kreese is here.”

#lawrusso #Johnny Lawrence and the five Love languages

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A History of Secrets Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“Oh God…” Cameron whispered as they reached the crime scene.

From the outside, one wouldn’t be able to even tell something happened inside. Kay turned her head to him, “You recognize this place?”

“I recognize the name of the restaurant.” Kay raised an eyebrow at him. He explained “They make these signature dishes that they claim is unique to each customer. No two dishes are ever alike.”

“They’re not ridiculously overpriced?”

“Oh, no, they’re overpriced as hell but apparently no one’s ever left this place disappointed.” He noticed a look of hesitation on Kay’s face, “What’s wrong?”

Kay took a deep breath, “I know you’re pretty used to seeing dead bodies by now but I do have to warn you… this might be a little more intense than even we’ve done.”

“Thanks for the warning but I think I’ll be fine.”

Kay pursed her mouth for a moment, “Alright then. Let’s head in.”

(~**~) (~**~) (~**~) (~**~)

As Cameron and Kay walked in, they were greeted by Mike, “Unfortunately, this is a case that required all hands on deck. I’m sorry you had to put a stop on your search for Berossi”

Cameron waved his hand, “Don’t worry. You know how this goes anyway; she’ll have us find her when it’s convenient for her.”

“So how many victims do we have?” Kay asked.

Mike shook his head, “They’re still counting but it’s clear that they all died from the cause, we just don’t know what that is yet.”

Kay raised an eyebrow, “How many are there so far?”

“So far, we have four victims.”

“Four?!”

“It’s not pretty.”

When they got to the back where the kitchen was, Mike handed them both a mask to place over their nose and mouth before he himself put one on. However, upon walking inside, not even the mask could cover the smell of the horrors inside the kitchen.

Cameron scrunched his nose as Kay and Mike did the same. “How long have the bodies been here?”

“From what I was told, it’s only been twelve hours.” Mike explained, “The only connection we have is that all of our victims were part of the staff in some way.”

“So there’s little chance that it’s because of any of the food that’s been sent to the customers seeing as none of them have been affected.”

“That we know of.” Kay reminded, “Apparently, the restaurant’s been closed for two days and they haven’t once closed their doors since they opened this place five years ago.”

“Any reason why?”

“Renovations it seems.” Mike replied.

“And now four people are dead.” Kay added, “Okay, we’ll need a list of the rest of the staff, the renovation crew-”

“You don’t understand! I must have my kitchen by tomorrow night! The grand re-opening is going to be our most successful night of the year!” A tall man in a white chef’s coat exclaimed as some officers tried to keep him out of the kitchen.

“Excuse me!” Kay called out as she walked towards the man and the officers, “I’ll take it from here.” The officers left as Kay looked to the man, “And who might you be?”

The man gave a wide, charming smile, “I am Philippe Winter. Head chef here at Originale, and you are.”

Kay held up her badge, “Kay Daniels, FBI. We’re here about the four dead victims in your kitchen?”

“Yes, yes. Very tragic. Can you ensure they will be removed by tonight so I can get the kitchen ready by the morning?”

“Sir,” Mike said, “You don’t seem too broken up about this.”

“They were all just servers, Agent…”

“Alvarez.”

“Agent Alvarez. It’s very sad but I cannot let it slow down business. Especially since I have an important family dining at the end of the week.”

“Who?”

“The Blanc family.” Mike, Kay and Cameron’s eyes all widened as he went on, “Can you believe it? Even after the horrors their father and mother put them through, they continue to press on. It’s inspiring, really.”

“Yes…” Cameron replied, feeling his nose flair slightly, “Inspiring.”

(~**~) (~**~) (~**~) (~**~)

“This can’t be a coincidence.” Cameron blurted out. “I mean, people die in a restaurant my sister’s in-laws are meant to make this big public appearance at and…” He sighed, “It just seems too easy.”

“I agree.” Kay spoke up, “It is too easy.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, “You better watch what you say Cam. If Deakins thinks you’re too close to the case to make impartial calls than she won’t hesitant removing you.”

Cameron took a deep breath, “You’re right… any news on our victims?”

“We’ve only been able to ID them. Veronica Lang, age 24, she was studying to be a photographer and worked part-time as a waitress while also supporting her eight-year-old son.”

“And the father?”

“Not in the picture but Veronica’s parents are both alive and well and she had two sisters and a brother so there will be someone to take care of the kid.”

Cameron let out a tiny sigh of relief, “Good.”

“Hassan Golbadi, age 32, worked part-time at Originale as well as worked for a limo company part-time to support his wife and two children.”

“How old?”

“One is five, the other is seven.” Cameron nodded as Kay continued, “Celina Waters, age 36, worked full-time to make some spending money for her kids.”

“She had kids too?” He grimaced.

“Four of them. Her husband’s on his way to identify her body.”

“Continue.”

“And Bernard Karwitz, age 28, has a three year old daughter with his girlfriend, Sara. Four victims… and their only connection to each other is the fact that they all worked at Originale…” She sighed, “And they all have children. We’re still waiting on reports from the morgue.”

Cameron ran a hand down his face, “All of them were so different yet so similar.”

“Question is, were they targeted or was it just them being in the wrong place at the wrong time?”

“And how were they killed? Because they clearly weren’t shot.”

A couple of hours went by and still nothing from the morgue and all Kay could get was statements from the victims’ families. When it was just her and Cameron in her office, Kay turned her head to him, “I don’t know about you but I could really use some peace and quiet.”

“And some wine?”

“Well, I was thinking scotch for your sake but since you offered.”

“I could ask Johnny to babysit tonight. It could be just you and me.”

Kay sighed as she gave him a tiny smile, “That would be nice.”

(~**~) (~**~) (~**~) (~**~)

Cameron and Kay were meant to have a quiet and calm date night at Kay’s place… but after a bit of wine and officially being completely alone for the first time in a month, they quickly skipped dinner to be very alone in Kay’s bedroom.

Kay rested her head on Cameron’s chest as he had his arms around her and sighed contently. “That was amazing.” He smiled as he gently ran his hand through her hair. She smiled softly as she stroked his jaw line with her thumb.

Kay chuckled as she turn her head to the side to look at him, “It was. You certainly live up to the ‘Amazing’ in your name.”

“Agent Daniels” He smirked, “Are you flirting with me?”

“I might be…” She returned his smirk, “Got a problem with that?”

He grinned before pulling her in for another kiss, “Uh-uh.” They both laid back down when Cameron asked a bit of an unexpected question, “So do you have any thoughts about a date?” Kay let out a tiny sigh as she ran a hand through her hair, smoothing out the slight tangles that had formed “Hey…” Cameron gently pressed as he shifted slightly to properly face his fiancée, “Is there something wrong?” Kay bit her lip. Cameron gently brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, “Is it about the wedding?”

Kay let out a sigh, “Not exactly…”

Cameron kept his gaze on her, “Is it about the wedding night?” He smirked as he leaned in to press his lips against hers, “Because if whatever we do then is anything close to what we just did a little while ago than I don’t think we have anything to worry about.”

That got a chuckle out of Kay as she lightly slapped his face, “No, you goof.” She sat up, keeping the blanket to her chest to keep her fiancé from getting distracted. “I mean, the day after the wedding… and all the days that come after that. Cameron, when we get married, it’s going to change our lives forever.” She noticed Cameron’s mouth form a tiny grin, “What?”

His grin only grew, “You said when we get married.”

Kay couldn’t help but smile herself, “I’m serious Cam… I mean, in all the excitement, we haven’t really talked about any of the… big things that come with being married.”

Cameron’s goofiness had faded as he furrowed his brows trying to figure out what she meant, “Like… moving in together? I mean, we practically do that anyway.”

“Well, yes but there’s also considering where we’ll live, do we want to get a bigger place? I know that we have to consider what’s best for Farrah and I love her to bits but what if we have more kids? Do we want to have more kids?”

Cameron let out a tiny laugh, “I guess those are important things to consider.” He gently pulled her into his arms and looked into Kay’s dark eyes as if doing so would give him all the safety he needed, “I honestly… never thought I’d be able to find someone as amazing as you that I would want to spend the rest of my life with so… I never really thought about having kids.”

Kay’s eyebrow quirked slightly in amusement, “Really? You never thought about it?”

He shook his head, “Not until we found Farrah.”

“What about now?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know… I mean I’d love to have kids with you one day, but only if you’d want kids too.” He took hold of her hand and intertwined their fingers, “Do you want kids?”

Kay smiled at him, “I guess the thought of having kids has always been in the back of my mind but because of work and… previous relationships not working out, I kind of put the thought to the sidelines.”

“And now?”

She gently stoked his cheek with her thumb, “Well, I don’t know if it’d be the smartest thing in the world to procreate with you-”

“Hey…” Cameron smirked, failing to sound offended.

“But I’m not against the idea.” She grinned as she pulled him in for another kiss. Her smile faltered slightly, “Do you… do you think I can do it?”

Cameron’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, “Do what?”

“The whole… I mean…” She placed her other hand on his cheek, “The whole… mom… thing, I guess.” Cameron rested his forehead against Kay’s as she continued, “I mean, you have this dad thing down to a T-”

“Hey…” He gently interrupted, “You of all people know that it wasn’t so natural for me at first. But I got the hang of it and…” He chuckled, “If I’m being honest, I can’t think of anyone better to be Farrah’s mom.”

“Don’t you mean-”

He smiled, “I know what I said.”

She rolled her eyes before she kissed him one last time, “I love you Cam.”

Cameron couldn’t wipe the giant smile on his face as they fell back against the pillows once again. As they settled in for some rest, he whispered, “I love you too Kay.”

(~**~) (~**~) (~**~) (~**~)

The night after next, Dina had insisted that they all needed to have a quiet night as friends… meaning that in order peace and quiet the men and women were to have their own guys and girls night, respectively. The women would be in Kay’s apartment while the men went to the archive for the first time since their mystery woman went missing. If she wasn’t there then maybe they could finally return to their home once again.

“You sure you don’t want us to stay and help out with Farrah?” Jonathan asked as Farrah kept pulling on his hand, making little grunts when her uncle wouldn’t move from his seat.

“Oh, stop trying to worm your way into our girls’ night.” Dina smirked as she unpacked a grocery bag. “We need this Johnny… and you and Cameron need a night where you’re not watching a pumpkin turn into a carriage so I think watching horror movies with Gunter, Jordan and Mike is just what you two need.”

Jonathan snorted, “At least I’m not the one who hums Disney songs when he’s cleaning up.”

“Yeah, no, that’s very true” Cameron shrugged, “Unlike some people who sing them to get their niece to take a nap.”

“You of all people know how hard it is to get Farrah to take a nap.” Jonathan scooped up Farrah and pulled her in for a hug making her giggle, “You don’t like making things easy for us, do you Farrah?”

She lightly slapped his cheeks in response.

“Thanks for that Munchkin.”Jonathan chuckled, “Are you excited to be spending some time with your aunts?” Farrah leaned over and opened her mouth as she practically bonked her face against his cheek. Jonathan gave her a slight smirk, “Oh, she knows exactly what she’s doing.”

Dina chuckled, “And what’s that?”

“Every time she doesn’t want us to leave, she tries being extra cute and the worst part is… it usually works.” He gave his niece a stern look which only made her giggle more, “But not this time.” He got up from his seat and passed Farrah over to Dina who was more than happy to take the child into her arms, “You don’t get to win this round Farrah.”

Farrah turned her head to look at Jonathan as she stuck out her bottom lip. Dina laughed as she watched Jonathan try to hold his ground against his toddler niece, “Well, it seems she’s already learned how to manipulate men at a year three level.”

Kay walked out of her guest room and went towards Cameron, “Alright everything’s set up for Farrah in the guest bedroom. Whenever she needs to sleep, she’ll be fine here.”

“I could just come and pick her up at 9:00.” Cameron offered.

Kay shook her head, “You need this Cam. Farrah will be fine with us.” She noticed Cameron look over to Farrah who was babbling on about something to Dina and Dina was just eating it all up. Kay gave him a tiny smile, “If you want, I can text you a picture of Farrah every hour so you know for sure that she’s okay.”

Cameron gave a relieved smile, “That would be great.”

Just then there was a knock at the door. Jonathan got up from the couch, “I’ll get it. Everybody else is ignoring me, maybe there will be someone who I can actually have a conversation with.” Cameron chuckled and rolled his eyes at his brother’s comment. Jonathan opened the door to an unexpected surprise, “Lara?”

Lara let out a chuckle as she gripped the strap of her shoulder bag, “Jonathan.” She gave him a playful smirk, “You seem to be behind every door I knock on lately.”

Hey guys! Sorry to have been away for so long. I just… I wasn’t feeling the best. I just couldn’t get anything written, hopefully I’m past it but I make no promises. I hope this chapter was worth the wait and I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, please let me know what you thought, tell me your favourite part, what you think might happen, I want to hear it all! I hope you have an amazing day and I will see you guys next time!

#deception #cameron black #kay daniels #mike alvarez #jonathan black #dina clark #kaymeron #a bundle of secrets #a history of secrets #deception fanfiction #renewdeception #savedeception #deception abc

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“I love her, Johnny.”

Deception Drabble

Requested by: Anon

Quote Requested: “I love her, Johnny.”

Pairing: Cameron and Johnny (talking about the freedom of the future)

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It had finally happened. Mystery Woman was apprehended and Jonathan Black was officially a free man. Today was his first day of freedom. He could go anywhere and do anything he wanted. So, of course Johnny went straight to the Waffle House with his brother, Cameron.

Some people preferred Italian, Mexican, or Thai food, but Jonathan's favorite type of food was breakfast. It always had been since he was little. Cam's too. In fact, they had a tradition where every year on their birthday, their dad would make them breakfast for dinner. The two of them still kept it going to date as a way to remind themselves that their childhood wasn't completely screwed up. And now that Johnny had the ability to make his own decisions again, his first one definitely had to be eating his favorite food. So, here they were, at the Waffle House, sipping their coffee and waiting on the waitress to bring their food... just like old times.

"I'm really glad to have you back, Johnny." Cam said, happy that this whole mystery woman ordeal was over with.

"Glad to be back, brother." He replied with a raise of his mug.

"So, do you have any idea what you want to do now that you're out? The world's your oyster." Cameron told him.

"I never understood that expression." Johnny said flatly. "But no... I have no idea."

"Really?" Cam asked. "You haven't thought about it... at all?"

Jonathan sighed and said, "To tell you the truth, I never thought this day would actually come, so..."

"Well, it has." Cameron stated obviously. "So, enjoy it. Live your life, Johnny." He added sentimentally as he lifted his mug.

His brother smiled, "I'll cheers to that." then clinked his drink against Cam's. After slugging down some more joe, he went on, "So, what about you? Now that the partnership with the FBI is over, have you thought about your next move?"

"It's funny you should ask... I'm actually thinking about moving." Cameron blurted out.

Thrown for a loop, Jonathan furrowed his brow and queried, "What? Why?"

"I asked Kay out." He answered.

"It's about time." His older brother smirked.

"Yeah, well, she said yes or that she wanted to say yes, but couldn't because she's just been offered a promotion out of town. She'll get to work for an elite division of the bureau... in London." Cam explained.

"Wow." Johnny retorted, impressed and happy for Agent Daniels.

"Yep." Cameron replied right back.

Nodding, Johnny thought to add, "You do realize that London is a little more than out of town, right?"

Cam chuckled, "Yeah, I'm aware." then let out a breath before continuing, "It's actually all I've been thinking about for the past day and a half."

"And?" his brother probed.

"And..." He repeated, drawing out the word dramatically. "after careful consideration, I realized that wherever Kay is in this world... that's where I want to be. That's where I need to be. If she'll have me..."

"Why?" Johnny wondered aloud.

With a bashful smile and a simple shrug, Cameron said the unimaginable, "I love her, Johnny."

It was quiet for a long moment as the news sank in, but eventually Jonathan spoke up and half-smiled, "Well, I'll be damned... looks like little Cam is finally growing up."

"Seriously?" Cam replied, giving him an incredulous look. "You're only two minutes older than me. Two minutes."

"The operative word being older." Jonathan told him, his smile widening over the rim of his mug as he took another swig of coffee.

"You're never gonna let that go, are you?" He questioned, quirking a brow in both wonderment and amusement.

"Are you ever gonna let Kay go?" He challenged seriously, countering his brother's question with a question of his own.

Thinking on it for a whole second, Cameron shook his head and answered, "Not a chance."

Letting the smirk return, Johnny replied simply, "Well, there you go."

Cameron just shook his head once more at his brother who was truly something else. He wanted to come back with a witty remark, but before he could think one up, the middle-aged waitress returned with their breakfast platters. As Cam ate his food (and Johnny inhaled his), the conversation had lulled... but that was perfectly okay with Cameron. He was just glad to be sharing a meal with his brother again. He was sure going to miss this when he moved to London, though he knew going was, without a doubt, the right decision. Now, he just had to figure out how to tell the rest of the team... especially Kay.

#Deception #cameron black #jonathan black #brotherly love #brothers #kaymeron #cameron loves kay #cameron x kay #moving on #moving away

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Valentine’s Video- Ben Hutton

Ok so it's only like a month late! Sorry anon! Happy Valentine's Day! XD Anyway so I'm linking you to the video, because it's hilarious! So take a few minutes, watch two hockey players chirp the hell out of each other and enjoy the imagine!

Valentine's Day Video: https://www.nhl.com/canucks/video/hutton--sbisa-valentines-day/t-277443450/c-49392603

Warning: None

Anon Request: Ben Hutton! U work for the Canucks media team and u r watching him and Sbisa film the Valentine's Day interview and you're blushing because u have a huge crush on him and after its done later after practice the team starts teasing Ben in front of u saying that he likes u and then he pulls u aside away from everyone and tells u he is in love with u and kisses u hard and passionately. Thank u so much 😘

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You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

When you brought this idea up to your supervisor, you had to know that asking two hockey players to answer questions about Valentine's Day would end in the chirp fest happening in front of you.

What you hadn't anticipated was Sbisa to keep looking at you and wiggling his eyebrows every time Ben opened his mouth.

You were pretty sure you were going to permanently remain a nice shade of fire engine red.

"Hear that? Hutty's looking for a girl!" Sbisa laughed, looking straight at you. "Let's find him one, cause he could use all the help he can get!" You laughed quietly and watched as Ben turned bright red.

"Great job guys" you said as the cameraman cut off the video. "Thanks for doing this for me." Sbisa handed you back the microphone, laughing.

"Hutty would do anything for you, (Y/N)." Ben shoved Sbisa's shoulder as the older man jogged off for the locker room. He was still bright red as he looked at you. His mouth opened and shut twice, not saying anything but looking like he wanted to.

"You ok, Ben?" you asked.

"Yeah. I just-" He was cut off as Bo Horvat yelled his name. "Sorry I gotta go, but I'll see you later?" You smiled and nodded, watching as he jogged off.

"You wanna take a look at this now?" your cameraman asked.

"Yeah."

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You stood in the media room, waiting for the rest of the team to filter in.

You had finished the video and asked Ben if he wanted to see it before you guys posted it all over the Canucks internet. Of course, Sutter heard and pretty soon you were waiting for everyone to finish showering so they could all see it.

"I gotta ask" Boucher said. "Are you single?"

"Woah" Ben snapped, glaring at the other man. Boucher raised his hands in surrender before leaning back in his chair snickering.

"You wouldn't have this problem if you just manned up" Daniel Sedin added.

"Ask her out already. We all know you have a thing" Edler added. Ben turned even redder and you chuckled, turning your attention to your computer to avoid looking at the men.

You had met Ben on your second day on the job when you asked him to be in a junior reporter episode...

...then walked straight into a door as you walked away.

You had a crush on the handsome defenseman, but there wasn't really anything special about you for you to think anything the boys said was anything more than chirping Ben.

"Alright, (Y/N)" Henrik said, cutting off the chirping. "That's everyone. Let's see this thing!" You laughed and dimmed the lights.

"Alright gentlemen... introducing Sbisa and Hutton on Valentine's Day and romance!" You pressed play and let the three minute video play. The boys chuckled and chirped Ben as they watched. Tanev gave a 'Hey!' when they got to the part of the video where Ben threw him under the bus for forgetting Valentine's Day. As the video ended the boys all clapped. You laughed and gave a curtsey before turning the lights back on.

"I feel bad for you" Sutter said, patting you on the shoulder and the guys started leaving. "Being stuck with poor non-romantic Hutty. If you ever want a real man, give me a call" he said with a wink. You chuckled and watched him walk away. You started uploading the video to various sources so the fans could see it.

"Hey, um, (Y/N)?" You looked up as Ben stood in front of you.

"Hey, Ben. What's up?" Ben fidgeted as you looked at him, turning an even darker red. You smiled and waited patiently as he got his thoughts together.

"Are you single?" he finally blurted. You blinked at him.

"...Yes?" you finally answered. He took a deep breath.

"Ok good, because I wanted to ask you out, but I didn't want to upset anyone, but if you're not seeing anyone then I don't have to worry about that and I can just do it and then we could get dinner and we both need to eat so-"

"Ben" you interrupted, laughing. He immediately shut up. "Maybe you should just ask."

"I really REALLY like you and was wondering if I could take you out to dinner?"

"Well...." you drew out. Ben's shoulders slumped and you giggled. "I'd love to get dinner with you." Ben perked up, his face lighting up in his signature goofy grin. A split second later his hands were on either side of your face and his lips were pressed against yours in a hard demanding kiss. Your arms came up and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Ben backed you up until your back was pressed firmly against the wall.

"Hutty! Let's g-Oh! Oh my god! I'm sorry!" You and Ben pulled away to look at Bo Horvat, who was staring at the ceiling. "I'm so sorry!"

"Well... I guess that answers how much privacy we'll have" Ben said. You laughed. He bent down and gave you one more peck before backing away. "I'll call you?"

"You have my number" you replied. Ben backed towards the door smiling at you. You shook your head and went back to what you were doing on your computer.

"Hey" he called out. You looked at him as he blew you kisses. You laughed when Bo's hand reached into the room and grabbed Ben's shirt, yanking him away.

"Let's go, lovebird." You laughed loudly.

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Ok anon, I hope this is what you wanted! Let me know what you guys thought! Up next: Matt Tkachuk smut or Johnny Gaudreau for everyone!

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The call

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14740647/chapters/34115418

“Hello?... Johnny? Johnny Lawrence?”

Johnny would usually just flip open that age-old second-hand Nokia and blurt out an answer even when he was half asleep (or half drunk), without ever looking at the screen to see who it was. As a matter of fact he never got used to that, greeting people before they even talked. And why would he anyway, to play the prophet? It didn’t make sense. But that particular morning his swollen tongue felt like sandpaper and his throat was dry as if his last night’s whiskey had turned to salt water. He just flipped the phone open, stalling, unable to form a sentence until the woman’s voice called his name.

“Who is this?” he slurred, face buried into the mattress.

“Oh hi, it’s me, Amanda,” the woman chirped.

“Amanda…?” Johnny’s numb mind browsed through the short list of women he had fucked the past ten years and the name didn’t ring a bell. Or maybe it did. He did remember a blonde girl half his age with an Eastern Bloc accent, her name was supposedly Amanda Lace or something but he kept calling her Natasha or Natalya or Nikita because, as he told her, no commie broad should have an American name, it was such a big fat lie. He paid good money for the dance, and a lot more for a quickie later in the private room; she must have been good but honestly, he didn’t remember.

“Amanda LaRusso?” the woman insisted. “We had your car fixed, I made you breakfast, remember?”

“Oh.” The realization hit him like a brick. “Oh yes. Yes, Amanda, right.” What do you want, would normally be the next question but he fought the urge to tell her to fuck off; the woman – well, the lady had been nice to him.

“Listen, Johnny, we’re having a barbeque this Sunday, you know that, right? And you know what, I decided to invite you myself, I’m done with his nagging. Don’t tell Danny I told you but-”

“Yes. Yes I know. Your husband told me about it.”

He recalled the ride with Daniel and the little talk they had in the parking lot two days ago. For some reason LaRusso seemed pretty eager to invite him to his place with the prissy classical music blaring out from the speakers and the pool and the hot tub and the luxurious garden where all the rich brats would be swarming. Johnny had only chicks treating him that way ever since he was sixteen, sometimes even women in their forties. Most times he would do the first move but now and then he could just smell the thirst and let them do the heavy lifting of asking him out, buying him dinner, then sneaking into a hotel room before their husband got home. Of course he had his romantic moments with some of the girls he went out with, his first love, his high school sweethearts - and maybe Shannon was the love of his life, maybe, seeing that he married her and had a kid with her and everything. But most of the times women would hook up with him for his money or his car or just the good sex. He could smell the thirst, it aroused him, and he certainly took advantage of it, but the following morning he would always have that bitter aftertaste in his mouth; the realization that to them he was nothing more than a piece of meat. Expendable.

Danny boy didn’t make him feel that way though, asking him out with his big brown eyes and that pitiful demonstration of privilege.

“Maybe you wanna come over this Sunday? We’ll have a barbecue and you’ll get to taste Amanda’s delicious potato salad.”

As he got older Johnny had grown intolerant to the thought of being used, or pitied. He didn’t want anyone’s pity and he had no use for other people’s money. But maybe he wasn’t done with the LaRussos yet, and that cheerful persistent voice on the phone was the proof.

“Listen… Amanda, right? I already told your husband I can’t come. Hanging out with you guys… I don’t know, doesn’t seem right.”

“Why not, are you busy on Sunday? Come on over, it’s gonna be fun.”

She just wouldn’t let it go, would she?

“Maybe you think I’m poor or something,” Johnny snapped, “or that my fridge is full of cans of beer and nothing more but I could really do without the whole ‘Let’s take a homeless guy in’ thing. I’m not homeless, and I’m not starving. Okay?”

An awkward pause followed Johnny’s little rant. He might have hurt her feelings or her pride (with those people you could never tell the difference) but that moment he honestly didn’t give a fuck. He just wanted this to be over.

“Well you didn’t let me finish,” Amanda continued, her voice sharper, colder than before. “Don’t tell Danny I told you but he was calling your name in his sleep for two consecutive nights.”

Johnny held his breath, the words coming out of that Nokia relic waking him up completely. “What did you just say?”

“He was calling your name in his sleep and when I asked him what that was all about he said he was still sad and pissed that Louis broke your car, and that he wanted to make it up to you. I’m serious, do not tell him that you know about this. He may be all smiles and sunshine most of the time but he can have endless pity parties and guilt trips over something that happened a thousand years ago, and when that happens he’s just not himself, he’s unbearable to be with. Trust me, you don’t want to see his darker side.”

“Oh I already have...”

“Daniel is a sunny person but sometimes he just… carries the whole world on his shoulders, you know? He may not look it but he does.”

“He certainly didn’t look it when he got my rent doubled and tried to get me banned from the All Valley,” Johnny growled.

“Johnny,” Amanda sighed. “We’ve been through this.”

“I’m just saying, don’t try to make up excuses for him.”

“I’m not. I’m just asking you to do me a favour and show up on Sunday. Will you do that for me? Please, Johnny.”

“Alright…” he said scratching his head vigorously. “What time?”

“Twelve sounds good?”

“Sure.”

“Thanks, Johnny, you’re a sweetheart.”

“Yeah yeah yeah…” Johnny said impatiently and closed the flip phone without saying goodbye. He dropped it on the mattress next to him, wiped a hand across his face and wished he had never answered that call.

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