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What lawrusso fics have you read and loved already? Hard to know what to rec without knowing where you've left off
hi, anon!
as i said before, i already read most of the fics on ao3. but i will tell you my favorites so you can get an idea:
1. The Recidivists by vimesbootstheory
2. feather in the quiver by icedin
3. Ambidextrous by pinkgrapefloyd
4. Knife Skills by skeilig
5. no love lost by narcissablaxk
6. Be Kind, Rewind by BackinBlack_80
7. Accollasse (v) by theremin
8. Mistletoe by DarthDisco
9. get him back! by theremin
10. Johnny Lawrence and the Five Love Languages by narcissablaxk
obs: i prefer adult lawrusso than teenagers lawrusso, because i love old men yaoi.
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Why does he love you. And not me
by The_gay_dink
Robby is stuck living with his dad for the summer, which he hates. Not only does he have to stick around his old man he has to be around Miguel diaz. He doesn't have that bad of a problem with him in all honesty, but when Miguel mentions Tory he snaps. The two get into a fight which leads to a make out session. Which soon happens more and more but when all of the gang is over he realizes that Miguel has been doing the same with hawk.
(Season five spoilers)
Words: 1857, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Cobra Kai (TV), Karate Kid (Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage
Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi
Characters: Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Robby Keene, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Tory Nichols, Demetri Alexopoulos, Johnny Lawrence, Daniel LaRusso, John Kreese, Terry Silver, Samantha LaRusso, Anthony LaRusso
Relationships: Miguel Diaz/Robby Keene, Miguel Diaz/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz
Additional Tags: Gay, Season/Series 05, Blow Jobs, Robby Keene-centric, Jealous Robby keene, Fights, Annoyed Eli "hawk" moskowitz, Miguel Diaz being comfortable in his sexuality, Bi-miguel, Tired Johny lawrense, Guilty Robby keene
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Johnny Lawrence and the Five Love Languages, Chapter Five: Words of Affirmation
Johnny yanked open his closet door, eyes searching the sparse offerings, brow furrowed. Behind him, Miguel shifted his weight onto his other foot, face similarly focused, eyes critically searching the clothes.
 âHe knows what kind of clothes you wear, Sensei,â he started hopefully. âI donât think you need to ââ
 âSo youâre just going to wear whatever, then?â he asked, his tone vaguely snappy, and Miguel pursed his lips. âYou and I are both under the microscope, Diaz,â he said, turning back to the closet. âAnd I am always worse upon closer inspection.â
 âSensei, donât be ridiculous,â Miguel reassured, dropping a hand to Johnnyâs shoulder. âHe wouldnât have invited you if he didnât like you.â
Which, fine, Johnny could accept that idea, but that didnât make him feel any less nervous. It certainly didnât answer the question of what he should wear to this ill-advised get together that heâd been invited to. He was reminded, far too often, of his first date with Ali, where they spent the whole night dancing around the idea of their first kiss, only to chicken out and then not, ultimately ruining the romance the first kiss deserved.
 In the months following, they laughed about that story like it was charming, but it always seemed weird to Johnny. Even now, years later, that was still an indicator of what overthinking could do, and now that he and LaRusso had been interrupted not once but twice, he had to wonder if the actual act would live up to the anticipation.
 âYou and Miguel should come to dinner at my place,â Daniel had said over the phone, the tone of his voice alone telling Johnny that he was smiling. âRobby, Sam, and Anthony will be here.â
 âWhat, like a ââ he caught himself before the word âdateâ could come out, but the silence on the other end of the line told him that Daniel was waiting for him to finish the sentence. Stubbornly, he stayed quiet, Miguel, on his couch, looked at him in confusion.
 âWho is it?â he had mouthed, waving his arms to get Johnnyâs attention.
 âIt can be whatever you want it to be, John,â Daniel said into the silence that showed no signs of abating. âWill you come?â
 Johnny snapped his jaw shut where it had fallen open against his will. He wasnât sure when he started to notice the innuendo in some of the things Daniel said, but now that he was aware of it, talking to the man was far more difficult.
 âJohnny?â
 âSensei, why is your face red?â
 âWhen?â he asked into the phone, noticing as he spoke how rough his voice sounded. He cleared his throat.
 He could hear Daniel smiling again. âTomorrow? 7.â
 âYou free tomorrow at 7?â he asked Miguel, who looked at him with wide, confused eyes.
 âWeâll be there,â he said, shushing Miguel with a hand, eyes on the coffee table, listening for Danielâs response.
 âGood,â Daniel said, satisfied. âItâs a date.â
 He hung up before Johnny could respond, but he kept the phone to his ear, spluttering, while Miguel stared at him with a half-smile.
 And now they were here, Johnny quickly realizing that he was probably going to need a beer before he even got to LaRussoâs place if he wanted to keep his cool. Miguel impatiently nudged him out of the way and started flicking through the shirts, making noises under his breath that he couldnât decipher. Most of them seemed confused, but there were a few scoffs of disbelief in there, too.
 Maybe Johnny should go into his closet and do the same thing, see how the little twerp liked it.
 âHere, wear this one,â Miguel finally said, pulling a baby blue shirt out of the back of Johnnyâs closet, so old heâd forgotten it was even there. âItâll bring out your eyes.â
 âWhat am I, a girl?â Johnny asked, taking the hanger anyway.
 Miguel chuckled. âNo, but youâre in looooooooove,â he drew the word out, dodging the shirt that Johnny threw at him, trotting down the hallway back to the living room.
 âGet out of my house, Diaz,â Johnny called after him, the boyâs laughter as good a response as he was going to get.
 ***
 âDad, I made you some tea,â Sam gently set the cup on the edge of the coffee table, catching Danielâs eyes on her way back up. âChamomile.â
 He smiled at his daughter and took the cup. âThatâs so nice, sweetie, you didnât have to do that,â he said, taking a shallow sip of the still-too-hot tea.
 âI did,â she laughed. âYouâve been staring into space for likeâŠhalf an hour. Figured you needed something to calm you down.â
 âCalm me down?â he asked. âI am calm!â
 She raised her eyebrows. âSure, and your leg is tapping like that becauseâŠ?â
 He looked down at his jumping leg and put a hand over it. âHabit,â he said with a shrug.
 âDad,â she took the tea cup from his hands and sat on the edge of the coffee table. âSensei Lawrence is coming here. For a date.â
 He laughed nervously. âItâs not a ââ
 âI can literally hear all of your phone conversations,â she interrupted with a stern look that reminded him so much of himself. âYouâre allowed to be nervous.â
 âDid I tell you that I invited Miguel, too?â he asked.
 âNo!â she jumped up from her spot. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
 âI forgot!â
 âIâm going on a double date with my dad and his arch nemesis,â she buried her face in her hands. âI canât believe this.â She snatched his cup of tea off the table. âI need this more than you do now,â she said firmly, taking a long drink before stalking off, shutting her bedroom door solidly behind her.
 Daniel understood how she felt. Was it good to be nervous? Was that a bad sign? He couldnât figure it out, and the longer he sat there, thinking about it, the closer the clock inched toward 7. He thought about Johnny, leaning on him on the surfboard in the middle of the night, head cradled by his arm. He thought about Robby, excited about the possibility of living with his father after sixteen years without him.
 He thought about Johnny under the stream of the shower, chest rising and falling under his hand, eyes clouded, deep in thought.
 Theyâd almost kissed twice â why was he nervous about the idea of a date?
 âDad, Iâm hungry,â Anthony whined, his voice shocking Daniel violently out of his thoughts.
 âIâm cooking dinner,â Daniel called out, knowing that his son was going to grab some junk food out of the pantry anyway and stalk back up to his room. Amanda was the one who was better at curbing Anthonyâs impulsive choices â Amanda, who was in Malibu visiting her parents to tell them about their divorce.
 âSensei Lawrence is coming to dinner, right?â Anthony asked from behind him, his mouth full. Daniel struggled not to roll his eyes. Trust his son to be predictable.
 âYes, he is,â he answered, turning in his seat to see his son completely. âBe nice.â
 âIâm always nice.â
 âI seem to remember you telling Johnny that I would kill him,â Daniel recounted. Anthony grinned.
 âThat was me being nice,â he said, rummaging in the bag of cheese puffs. âIt was a warning.â
 âBe nicer, please,â Daniel pleaded, but he was almost smiling.
 Anthony shrugged. âIâm just trying to protect you, Dad. What if he takes your heart and karate chops it into little pieces?â
 Daniel squinted at him, suspicious. âQuit watching CW shows on Netflix.â
 âTell Sam to stop watching Riverdale,â Anthony said, still unbothered.
 âLeave the cheese puffs in the kitchen, please,â he called, but Anthony was already halfway up the stairs, the cheese puffs still clutched in his fist.
 ***
 âIf youâre worried about the first kiss, why donât you just get it over with?â Miguel asked, safely buckled into the front seat of Johnnyâs Challenger, flipping through Johnnyâs tapes. âDo it first thing.â
 âI didnât â I didnât say I was,â Johnny stammered, hands white on the steering wheel. âYou said I was.â
 Miguel shrugged. âYouâre easy to read, Sensei.â
 âShut up, no Iâm not.â
 Miguel didnât look up from the tapes, his finger tapping on top of Guns ânâ Roses. âThen why is your face red?â
 âAre you going to play music or are we going to talk about our girly feelings for the whole drive?â
 Miguel pulled free the tape and turned up the volume, leaving Johnny to marinate in his thoughts. As much as he wished he didnât, Miguel had a point. Would he be able to sit through an entire dinner while he overthought everything that would come after? Would he be able to make the same mistake he made with Ali?
 He was still thinking about it when they pulled up to Danielâs house and turned off the car. Miguel led the way to the front door, but Johnny could see the lights sparkling on the terrace, near the pool. The table was set and ready for them, the lighting dark and romantic. It seemed almost too pristine for something that was supposed to include him.
 Miguel looked back at him, almost on the doorstep.
 âYou alright?â he asked, and Johnny so clearly saw himself, a teenager again, standing on Aliâs doorstep, nervously waiting to be scrutinized by her rich parents, all the while knowing they thought he was more like them than he could ever be. Yet here was Miguel, standing bravely on the doorstep, in a red flannel shirt and jeans, asking if the grown man was okay.
 âIâm fine, Diaz,â he choked out, and Miguel raised his eyebrows at him like he didnât really believe it and rang the doorbell.
 Sam answered the door, in a yellow dress that Miguel immediately complimented, slipping an arm around her shoulders for a sneaky hug that he managed to get away with before Daniel appeared beside her, sleeves rolled up toward his elbows, a smile already on his face.
 He stepped aside to let Miguel through, offering him a hand to shake that Miguel took easily, and damn, when did that kid get so comfortable in his own skin? Johnny envied him â he wished he didnât feel like such a kid when Daniel was around.
 âJohnny?â He pulled himself out of his thoughts to find Daniel looking at him curiously, the light of his home behind him illuminating him around the edges. Johnny felt curiously like he was looking at a painting from a museum heâd never think to go into. âAre you coming inside?â
 Why donât you just get it over with?
 He reached out for Daniel, pleased when the man offered his hand without question, and yanked him out the front door and onto the porch.
 âWhat the hell ââ
 He stumbled farther than Johnny imagined he would, and he caught him against his chest, one hand steadying Daniel around the waist. When Daniel looked up at him, confused and indignant, Johnny slipped his other hand around the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss that no one had enough time to interrupt because if someone interrupted him a third time, he was going to have to throw all of their children and surrogate children into the pool.
 Daniel made a confused sound against his lips, but his hands were clenched tightly in the fabric of Johnnyâs shirt, pliant in his arms. Johnny pulled away long enough to see Miguel walking by, who gave him a wide-eyed thumbs up as he eased the front door closed. He rolled his eyes and let Daniel pull him in for another kiss, this one breathless and desperate and not at all like a first kiss.
 He had to force himself to pull away because he was maddeningly aware that the longer they were gone, the more likely it was that they would be interrupted. Daniel was grinning when he pulled back, all teeth and Jersey pomp, his eyes still closed, and Johnny wished he had done this thirty years ago instead of knocking the kid into the sand. They could have had thirty more years.
 âDoes that mean youâre coming inside?â Daniel asked, his voice so soft it didnât even sound like him, and Johnny tilted his head back to plant a kiss on his throat, backing him up so he was against the wall, the mostly closed front door on his left, the light from the kitchen barely illuminating them, the sound of their children a delicate soundtrack.
 âIn a minute,â Johnny said, lips still on Danielâs neck, and Daniel exhaled a shaky breath, dropping one of his hands to Johnnyâs forearm, like he needed to be stabilized.
 âTake your time,â Daniel replied, head tilted back to the wall, eyes closed. Johnny pulled back for a moment to take him in, still perfect hair, slightly darker lips, face arranged in an expression he never thought heâd get to see, dazed and happy.
 He pulled him back in, taking great care to run his fingers through Danielâs hair, feeling rather than seeing the mess of it he was making, Daniel groaning against his lips, thoroughly distracted. Johnny could get used to this â kissing the man to distraction. He made a brief mental note to thank Diaz for the idea later.
And then Daniel was turning him around so he was pressed to the brick instead and all thoughts of Miguel went out of the window.
 ***
 âWhere did my dad go?â Sam asked, her eyes searching the empty kitchen. âHe never leaves the kitchen while heâs cooking.â
 Miguel watched her eyes go to the slightly open front door and linger. He could see the wheels turning there. After a momentâs awkward silence, she gasped.
 âNo way.â
 âMaybe donât go out there looking for him,â Miguel said with a laugh, slipping his arm around her shoulders while he could.
 âOh my god,â he thought she was angry for a moment, and then he looked down at her, and they both started giggling. âThank God that finally happened.â
âThank God what finally happened?â Robby asked, offering a fist for Miguel to bump.
 âMy dad and your dad are totally making out outside,â Sam said, loud enough that Anthony, sitting in front of the television, turned around to join the conversation.
 âUgh, Sam, too much information,â Robby groaned, but he grinned anyway. âSo which one of us wins the bet?â
 âBet?â Miguel asked, looking between them.
 âWell, I bet that they would avoid their feelings forever,â Sam said, counting them off on her fingers, âRobby bet that they were already hooking up, which, gross,â Robby shrugged. âAnd Anthony bet ââ
 âI bet theyâd do some dramatic confessing after dinner,â Anthony grumbled. âSo none of us win.â
 âIf Iâm the one who told Sensei Lawrence to doâŠâ Miguel faltered, trying to find the right word, âwhat heâs doingâŠdoes that mean I win?â
 Sam gaped at him, eyes wide. âWh â what? What did you do?â
 He shrugged. âI gave him some advice. You know, strike first or whatever,â Miguel laughed.
 âHe doesnât win!â Anthony whined. âHe didnât bet!â
 âDidnât bet what?â
 All four kids went still, frozen like theyâd been doing something far worse than having a conversation. Miguel was the first one of them to turn around, trying to keep the smile off his face. Johnnyâs barely concealed smirk told him he wasnât being as sneaky as he thought he was.
 âNothing, Sensei,â he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
 âAre you kids gambling?â Daniel asked, his voice teasing.
 âIf I say yes will you fix your hair, please?â Sam asked, hiding a laugh behind her hand.
 âWhatâs wrong with my hair?â Daniel asked, a hand already rising to smooth it back down.
 âNothing,â Johnny said hurriedly, biting back a grin. âNothing, itâs fine.â
 âIt looks like sex hair,â Anthony half-shouted from his place on the couch.
 The room went silent. Johnny looked over to Daniel, who looked momentarily horrified before he just closed his eyes and started laughing. The rest of the room looked at each other, Johnny trying to hide a self-satisfied smirk before Daniel shoved him, playful and embarrassed, and everyone else started laughing.
 ***
 Dinner started out surprisingly successful â Daniel had always expected this dinner to be awkward, with Miguel and Robby at the same table, himself and Johnny watching their kids stumble through conversation, Anthony being antagonistic, as only he could be.
 But Miguel and Robby were fine, chatting amiably while Sam sat between them, happy and at ease. Anthony had his own comments to make, but Johnny handled him nicely, and even he had to admit that he was amused by Johnnyâs newest nemesis. When he realized he was losing whatever conversational battle he and Johnny were currently entangled in, he switched to his usual home run shot:
 âMy dad could kill you,â he said, but it didnât have the venom it usually did, when he was saying it to people who might actually believe him.
 Johnny rolled his eyes. âYour dad is too much of a good guy to actually kill me.â
 Anthony shook his head. âHe could still do it. He was a Cobra Kai once.â
 âAnthony!â Sam admonished from across the table. Daniel felt his limbs go numb.
 âNo he wasnât,â Johnny laughed, his eyes sliding from Danielâs son to Daniel himself. Daniel, who felt the blood drain from his face the longer Johnny looked at him. Johnny stared, mouth slightly open. âYou werenât. Right?â
 âMaybe we should go ââ Sam was halfway out of her chair already.
 âNo, Sam, itâs fine,â Daniel reassured her. âItâs â it wasnât a big deal. I didnât join Cobra Kai, I trained for a little bit with one of Cobra KaiâsâŠsenseis.â
 âSo you joined Cobra Kai,â Johnny finished. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
 âCobra Kai wasnât around at the time,â Daniel pointed out. âThe guy told me he was Kreeseâs sensei, that Kreese was dead, all of that nonsense, and I needed someone to train with for the â85 All Valley, so ââ
 âWhat about ââ
 âMr. Miyagi didnât want me to compete. But I wasâŠâ he struggled to find the right word.
 âBlackmailed,â Sam supplied helpfully. âHe was blackmailed into competing. Some guy threatened to beat him within an inch of his life every day if he didnât.â
 âAnd I needed a trainer,â Daniel finished with a heavy sigh, his eyes on the table.
âYou didnât tell me you were blackmailed,â Anthony piped up indignantly from the other end of the table.
 âAnthony only thinks Dad joined Cobra Kai because he found the gi in a box one day,â Sam added, eyes on Johnny. âDad doesnâtâŠâ she looked over at her dad, and then back to him. âDad doesnât like to talk about it.â
 Johnny nodded, tightening his jaw. Daniel could see him trying to decide what to do, how to move forward with their kids watching.
 âThen we wonât talk about it,â he said firmly, turning back to his food. He caught Danielâs gaze and gave him a wan smile. Daniel didnât know what to make of it.
 He still wasnât sure what to make of it when dinner was done, and Sam met him at the counter with dishes, muttering that she was going to take Robby, Miguel, and Anthony to Golf ânâ Stuff for a little while, knowing that she was trying to give him the privacy to talk to Johnny without any interruptions. He thought about telling her not to; he didnât want to tell the story, definitely didnât want to see Johnnyâs reaction. Having the kids as a buffer might be good.
 âIf you really like him, youâre going to have to tell him eventually,â she said when he didnât answer, clasping his arm for a moment before ushering everyone outside and into her car.
 He didnât have to listen hard to hear Johnnyâs careful approach. He didnât have to look to know what he was doing â leaning against the counter, hands in his pockets, eyes on his feet.
 âWe still donât have to talk about it,â he said, and Daniel felt a surge of affection for him that almost knocked him off balance.
 âBut you want to know,â Daniel said wearily, grabbing a kitchen towel to dry his hands, turning around to see Johnny completely. He could still see the wrinkles in his shirt where his hands had been clenched earlier.
 âOf course I do, LaRusso,â Johnny said. âBut Iâm not going to force you to tell me.â
 Daniel shrugged. âYou already know most of it. Kreese told Terry Silver to make me bleed, to make me suffer for ruining Cobra Kai. And then Kreese appeared, back from the dead, and,â he shrugged, trying to fight the urge to turn away from Johnnyâs horrified gaze, âtried to kill me. Typical Kreese.â
 âHe made you bleed.â It wasnât a question.
 Daniel held out his hands, knuckles marred with thin scars from the wood. âHe succeeded.â
 Johnny took his hands in his own, eyes on the scars. Daniel could feel him shaking with anger. He looked up to his face, tight and stern, the very image of a terrifying fighter. âI know where he lives,â he said, his eyes rising to find Danielâs. âKreese.â
 âJohn, donât,â Daniel pulled his hands back. âItâs not worth it.â
 Johnny scoffed, pushing himself off from the counter, where he was still leaning, to cage Daniel in with his arms. âIt is worth it,â he insisted. âHe shouldnât have blamed you because we left.â
 Daniel shrugged, and Johnny made a disapproving noise.
 âThatâs why you hated Cobra Kai so much when I brought it back,â Johnny said thoughtfully. He paused, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. âI donât blame you.â He brought one hand up to gently trace the line of Danielâs jaw. âYou didnât need Terry Silver,â he said. âYouâve always been a great fighter.â
 Daniel stared at him, trying to think of something to say, coming up empty.
 âTerry and Kreese might have made you bleed, but they couldnât really break you,â he continued, surveying Danielâs face while still managing to avoid eye contact. âYouâre too stubborn for that.â
 Daniel managed a weak laugh, the sound of which relaxed the tense lines of Johnnyâs face. âJersey tough,â he said quietly, and Johnny finally met his gaze, blue eyes full of something Daniel couldnât really identify. It was painfully soft, overwhelming to look at for too long.
 âYeah you are,â Johnny said softly.
 He pulled him in for a kiss instead of saying something else, frustrated with his son for making tonight too serious, wishing fervently that he could go back to the front step, before they had to discuss their pasts, before Johnny had to fluster him with pretty words.
 Johnny lifted him, like he weighed nothing, onto the counter, and dropped his hands to Danielâs thighs, clearly deciding that he was going to kiss all of his seriousness away. Daniel let him, content to be pulled along by the sensation of his hands, of his lips. But this was unhurried, unlike their time outside the front door, exploratory, a different kind of intoxicating.
 Johnny pulled back, just far enough that Daniel became aware that he was taller than him this way, blue eyes gazing up at him, sparkling in the light.
 And then he sighed, almost like he was exasperated, even while he still looked at him with a fond smile, and pulled him back to his mouth.
 âI love you,â he said against Danielâs lips, so quiet that Daniel could almost pretend he hadnât said it at all.
 But he clutched him tighter, holding onto him fiercely, just in case he was thinking of backing away, of hiding. He could feel Johnny laugh against his mouth, the laugh almost a sob, and kissed him deeper, communicating what he was always too afraid to say.
 âI love you too.â
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Lawrusso + 5 Love Languages
#cobra kai#lawrusso#the five love languages#5 love languages#love langauges#daniel larusso#johnny lawrence#ship: daniel x johnny || 'you like speedwagon?'#daniel x johnny#johnny x daniel#ralph macchio#william zabka#billy zabka#ever since I took the quiz myself I wanted to one for them#gifs#my gifs
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Rules: Post your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers!
Thanks so much for tagging me @zerrah !đ
All of my fics are very much self-indulgent and/or cathartic writes, so this was actually pretty difficult lol. Definitely a welcome break from stressing over finals though! ;)
Johnny Lawrence, Ace Degenerate
Summary: Johnny learns about asexuality and discovers a few things about himself.
This one is very near and dear to my heart. I prompted the concept on the Kink Meme because I didnât have a solid idea for it, but then with help from some commenters I got some inspiration and wrote it in two sittings. Definitely the shortest amount of time Iâve spent writing a fic, but also one of my favorites. ;)
to have and to hold
Summary: Johnny is worn out on their wedding night, so Daniel offers to take the reins.
I really loved this one from the start, because yâall know Iâm an absolute sucker for some sappy, filthy lawrusso. But I also happened to post it the night before my family experienced an extremely heartbreaking loss. It was such an emotional, awful day, but Iâll never forget the little sparks of joy I felt every time I opened my inbox and saw a comment on this fic. Thank you guys so much for your wordsâthey mean more than you know <3
morning after
Summary: Johnny's train of thought the morning after he and Daniel finally hook up.
This is approximately 3K of word vomit and introspection and I loved writing it so much. I loved getting to glimpse into Johnnyâs head without having to be so nitpicky over sentence structure and language. I tried my best to replicate his stream of consciousness, and Iâm really proud of how it turned out. And of course, Iâm a sucker for some lawrusso sweet, emotional hurt/comfort.
my love, my darling (iâve hungered for your touch)
Summary: Some days, Daniel swears he can feel Johnny with him. (Or: the Ghost AU that literally no one asked for).
Wrote this one night for Cobra Kai Halloween and I really loved how it turned out! Again, I love emotional hurt/comfort and sappiness with lawrusso, and this oneâs full of it. Also my first delve into writing grief, and Iâm pretty proud of it.
how do i know when itâs love
Summary: One very small, repressed boy from Jersey tries to figure things out
This is by far one of the most personal fics Iâve written. I donât write gen fics that often, but I absolutely loved filling this prompt and writing Danielâs internal struggles and gradual acceptance of himself. Also one of the few times Iâve written Mr. Miyagi, and Iâm really proud of his conversation with Daniel at the end.
This was super fun! Iâll tag @lulamadison @strikelikeacobrakai @ziltoidcoffee @variousqueerthings @pinktintedmonocle and anyone else who wants to do it! đ
#my fics#ask games#tag games#writing#lawrusso#cobra kai#daniel larusso#johnny lawrence#the karate kid
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Older Johnny Lawrence X Reader *SMUT*
Warnings? SMUT! SMUT! Language! And praising!
Praise Me
Walking along the side walk you smile to yourself as Cobra Kai comes into view, one of your good friends Johnny Lawrence had opened up his very own dojo. You knew his past with his sensei Krease, Johnny after much trusting had told you everything that Krease had put in his head and done to him.
Johnny explained that he was not going to put the kids in that situation Krease had done to him and his friends. Pushing open the door the famous bell chimes as you walk in, the door closing behind you.
Johnny comes out of the back drying his hands with a towel, he smiles once he sees that itâs you. "Y/n hey" he greets pulling you into a hug.
You inhale his scent which consisted of fresh green mint, causing you to swoon as you hugged back. "Hey Johnny" you giggle.
Oh how much he loved that pretty giggle of yours, it was music to his ears. "Whereâs Miguel" You ask curiously as you both pulled away from the hug.
"His mom called him, she said she needed to speak to him about something" Johnny shrugs throwing the towel on the beating mannequin as you like to call.
"How about we talk in my office" He says smugly, now that he had a office causing you to giggle.
"Iâd like that Sensei Lawrence" You play along as he takes your hand and leads you into his office.
He goes to his fridge and pulls out one of his Coors Banquets Beers "want one?" He questions looking at you.
You debate for a moment before shaking your head "sure, why not" you start "-I gotta see what the hype is about these, they must be good if the Johnny Lawrence loves them" You tease as he takes the two beers and places them on his desk.
He sits in his office chair while you sit in the comfortable chair on in front of him "well then-" he stops for a moment to do his famous 'beer opening trick' "-here you go" he says handing it over to you before doing the same with his.
He holds his beer up in the air "to...." he hums as he thinks of nothing to celebrate to causing you to laugh.
"To Johnny Lawrence doing something he loves" You say rising your beer up hitting it with his gently.
Johnny smirks shaking his head before taking a sip, you do the same "Hmm, pretty good Lawrence" you chuckle as you hold the bottle in your hand resting it on your thigh.
"Speaking of love.... have you been seeing anybody?" Johnny asks taking a bigger gulp of his beer this time.
You chuckle "nope, I swear I grew up in the wrong time" You joke.
Johnny raises his brows "why do you say that?" He asks curiously.
You sigh "itâs just the men, well I canât even say men. Boys, are so not gentlemen like at all" You say shaking your head.
"Why what are they like now?" He asks genuine.
"They are definitely not romantic-" you scoff "-they donât open doors for me, or the donât do any romantic gestures" you sigh "-there just not educated" you giggle at the last part causing Johnny to smile.
"Oh and the sex!" You groan throwing your head back "-the sex is just horrible" You finally let loose.
You notice Johnnyâs hands grip his beer firmer as his hand starts to turn white before he calms down "seems like you get the young and dumb batch" he chuckles gulping down some more beer.
"Ugh, remember my last relationship?" You question.
"Oh that guy was a dick, I canât believe he did that to you" Johnny says gritting his teeth.
"Me either" you say remembering the time your ex treated you so badly you ran to Johnnyâs at three am at night, but he held you that whole night not complaining once.
"But you were there for me" You hum as a small smile forms onto your lips.
Johnny smiles "always" he says as your eyes connect, his beautiful icy clue ones piercing through yours as if he was reading everything about you in that moment.
 "Johnny I need to tell you something" You say breaking the already sexual tension.
 He clears his throat "yes?" He asks taking another sip of beer.
 'I'm into you' You think "I'm into older men" But you actually say.
 Johnny's eye widen, until slowly a small smile appears on his face now feeling confident that he could have a chance with you.
 "Let me prove to you that all men aren't like that" He stops for a moment "-let me take you out on a date" he finishes as he slides the unfinished beer in the trash beside him.
 You're taken aback but also excited seeing as you have kinda caught feelings for him "alright deal" you smile.
 Johnny smiles widely in return "great I'll pick you up at 7" he says with a small smirk.
 "In the firebird?" You smirk.
 "You know it baby" Johnny winks as you get up, getting ready to leave.
 He stands up "give me that, I don't need my gir-" he stops before shaking his head "-I don't need you drinking and driving" he says taking the beer from you and placing it in the trash.
You chuckle at his antics "I wasnât even going to carry it" you say sticking out your tongue at him playfully.
"Hey. Thatâs offensive" He says 'seriously' as he leans on the wall.
"Oh I bet Sensei" You joke as you start walking out of the office.
"Iâll see you at seven!" You hear Johnny yell as he runs out of the office.
You turn around "Iâll see you at seven" you repeat as a blush forms over your cheeks.
Johnny rushes over to the door and opens it for you letting you walk out, as he does he kisses your cheek. As you walk out of the building and into your car, your heart races as you could not believe that just happened.
On the way home all you could do was smile, excited for your date with Johnny. Someone who you caught feeling for on the first day of meeting but didnât know.
You make it home and start rummaging through your dresses trying to pick out something not to like 'desperate' as they call or something to revealing.
You finally just decide on a white well fit thigh high dress and some black heels. You werenât insecure about your body, but sometimes you would get self cautious.
Deciding to go all out tonight you apply the littlest amount of make up and curl your hair.
Meanwhile, Johnny was throwing almost every piece of clothing he owned around his room, panicking as he couldnât find anything to wear. With a frustrated sigh he throws all his clothes back in his closet before seeing a white suit catch his eye.
'Thatâs the one' he thought as he picked it up and slid it on. By the time you both were done it was around 6:50. Johnny was thankful that you only lived five minutes away from him.
He quickly got in his fire bird and made his way to you. You were more excited than anything. I mean how often is it that a guy you like asks you out on a date, and especially a decent guy.
Johnny arrived at your door at exactly 7 o'clock on the dot. Hearing a knock on your front door you walk as fast as you can to the door in heels, letting out a breath of nervousness as you open the door.
 Johnny looks up, his mouth gape open as he looks at your beauty "I- wow were matching" you say noticing Johnny's white suit that he looked mighty fine in.
 "-wow you look beautiful" Johnny says mind blown, I mean he always admired you and thought you were the most gorgeous girl but now you just looked breath taking.
"Thank you Johnny, you look handsome... as always" you compliment with a sweet smile.
The smallest blush falls onto his face, so faint you almost missed it. Johnny holds out his hand gesturing for you to take it "shall we go?" He asks as you take his hand.
 "We shall" You comment with a side smile.
He leads you to his well cleaned up fire bird, rushing to your side to open the door for you "my lady" he jokes, you giggle as you slide into the passengers seat.
"Thank you may gentlemen" You blush, as Johnny runs over to his side entering the car and cranking it up.
The drive was silent, comfortable silence of course. You both were just simply enjoying each other's company as you finally made it to your destination.
A small fancy Italian restaurant, Johnny gets out of his side and rushes to your side opening the door before you could even put your hand on the handle to get out.
You smile as your heart swells with joy and love, "thank you" you comment politely as you get out of the car.
Johnny closes the door and takes your hand "my pleasure love" He says grabbing your hand and walking you up to the door once again opening the door for you leading you in.
 A waitress leads you to your guys table handing you your menus and asks for your drink preference. Soon she leaves giving you some time to pick out your orders before bringing your favorite drink back and Johnny's coke.
 You both order your meals after she returns, before going back and putting your orders in. You rest your chin on your hand as you gaze up at Johnny.
Johnny freezes "what? Is there something on my face?" He asks wiping his clean face.
You chuckle "no of course not youâre just a pretty sight" you reply giddily.
He smirks "is that all you see me as?" He questions playfully.
"No I see you as much more" you wink as the waiter brings your food before Johnny could reply back.
She places the food on the table before quickly rushing off, noticing the long awaited sexual tension.
You clear your throat "so, how does it feel to be back into karate sensei?" You spark up, interested as you both dig into your meals.
"It feels great to be back, granted Miguel is my only student but heâs a good kid" He compliments with a small smile.
"Yeah, Iâve seen you guys practice heâs getting better" You say impressed.
"I know, he deserves so much more than I can give him" Johnny says looking down.
"Hey donât say that, youâre doing amazing and Iâm so proud of you. He couldnât learn from anyone better" you say, completely dissing his thought.
Johnny looks up, both of your eyes connect. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife "you wanna get out of here?" He asks before putting his fork down.
"Yes" you answer quickly already getting excited for whatâs to come.
The waitress comes over "weâll take the check please" Johnny says with a smile that reads 'were in a hurry here' to which the waitress quickly nods becoming awkward.
Though she doesnât move "uh- you guys didnât finish so there for itâs on the house and you get to keep your meals" she explains grabbing two container boxes and handing them to you.
"Thank you" you say politely as you hand one to Johnny and the waitress quickly runs away.
"That was weird Iâve never heard of that before" you say as you put your food in the box, Johnny doing the same knowing youâll both get hungry eventually.
"I know" He comments as he grabs your hand and quickly rushes you guys outside.
He places the boxes on the hood of his car before gently pushing you up against the passenger door and connecting his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.
You reply by pushing your lips against his firmer, before things could escalate to quickly and youâd give the whole restaurant a show Johnny quickly pulls away opening the door for you letting you sit, and getting into his side.
Nothing was said while driving, just heavy breathing as you both were excited for what was to come once Johnny made it to his apartment.
Soon you guys parked and Johnny quickly rushed over to your side of the door and helped you out. Before you could make it to Johnnyâs door he placed his lips on yours. Your back hitting the door, he quickly pulls out his keys and opens the door letting you both in and closing it with his foot.
Johnny carries you over to the wall and pushes you up against it, not to hard but enough to make you weak. He reconnects your lips back together once again in a rougher kiss, still gentle.
He pulls away to trail slow and sweet kisses to your neck to which he immediately finds your sweet spot as you let him know by moaning.
He continues to abuse that spot as you start to speak up "Johnny.... more" you practically beg.
He caved in and taps your leg signaling for you to jump to which you do. The ends of your dress ripping immediately, causing you to gasp and Johnny to laugh.
"Itâs fine I didnât like it anyways" you say breathlessly as being turned on took you out of your thinking process.
You roughly place your lips back onto his as he carries you over to the kitchen counter roughly swapping everything away with his free arm before sitting you on it.
"Then you wonât mind if I take it off?" He asks for consent, shyly because he didnât want to mess this up.
"Yes please" You say giving him permission.
As a gentleman he doesnât finish ripping the dress but he pulls the zipper down slipping it halfway off til it wrapped around your waist.
Your strapless white bra being exposed to which Johnny admires as he places more kisses over your neck and the top of your boobs.
Johnny picks you back up before this time carrying you in his room placing you gently on his bed. "God your so beautiful" He compliments as he kisses up your chest, going down to your stomach.
He pulls the rest of the dress down, discarding it somewhere in the room. He runs his hand gently around your thighs and stomach.
You whine in pleasure he comes back up and places his fingers over the button on the front of your bra "can I?" He asks watching your eyes for any sign of discomfort to find none.
You simply nod giving your consent as he unbuttons the bra slowly dragging it down your body before discarding of it. Your breasts now bare to him to which you look away shyly as your hands start to cover yourself up.
"Donât my love, you look like a goddess" he starts before placing kisses all over your chest "-youâre so perfect" Johnny finishes, love dripping with every word.
He swirls his tongue around your harden nipple causing your back to arch as a moan falls out.
He places kisses everywhere down your stomach until he gets to your soaking core. He tugs at the side of your underwear asking to pull it off to which you nod letting him do so.
Your bottom half now completely bare to him, he spreads open your legs resting his hands on your thighs. He kisses just above your core, slowly he trails more kisses until he finally connects his lips with your clit, sucking harshly but lovingly.
"Youâre so beautiful" He praises once more as continues his assault on your clit, now slipping two fingers into your dripping core.
Wanting you to cum around his cock, he takes his fingers out before sucking them dry and licking his lips causing more moans to fly out your mouth
"You taste wonderful" he says as lust fills his bow darkened blue eyes.
He pulls his shirt off revealing his toned shaped body before discarding of his pants leaving himself only in his boxers.
"Are you sure you want to do this Y/n" Johnny asks sincerely.
"Of course I want to do this with you Johnny" You comply.
Nodding he removes his boxers letting his hard on slap against your core, both letting out a groan at contact.
Lining his cock up at your entrance he looks up at you once more only for you to nod your head yes.
He slowly slides his cock inside your core, feeling you clench around his cock causing him to moan you following behind feeling him stretch you out.
"Iâm going to treat you so well" He says whilst rubbing your thighs slowly thrusting his hips against yours.
You moan "Johnny-" you whimper as he speeds up his pace more.
His cock hitting all the right places and more, thrusting at a firmer pace he grips your hips so he could go faster. Hitting your G- spot dead on causing your back to arch and a moan to escape your plump lips.
"Youâre doing so good for me, taking me so well" he compliments as he tryâs to contain his breathing and moans.
"Princess, youâre taking my cock in like a good girl" He praises as he slams his hips against yours finding a faster rhythm.
You whimper "so g-good" you stutter as Johnny leans down, readjusting his posture to kiss you.
You run your hands through his hair as you feel your climax reaching. "Iâm close Johnny-" you moan aloud as you chase that burning sensation.
"Yeah? Youâre going to cum for me beautiful" he continues to praise as he drops a hand down to your core and rubs your clit in figure eights causing you to arch your chest into his and cum around his cock, feeling him twitch as you do so.
Johnny follows behind as he cums inside you, filling you up as he continues to ride out both of your orgasms.
Gently pulling out his cock he turns over to his back and pulls you to lean into his chest. "Words cannot describe how amazing that was Y/n" he says feeling as though he was on top of the world.
You nod agreeing along "it was amazing Johnny" you compliment.
"Y/n.... I love you" Johnny says waiting patiently for your response.
You nuzzle your neck into his; lovingly "I love you Johnny Lawrence"
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some thoughts on queerness in narrative (using cobra kai as a main point)
1. intro
Itâs interesting getting to engage with pop culture right now versus even five years ago, where there was something kinda sordid and undercover about queer reads of text and even just talking about being into stuff very passionately while being queer in spaces that included creators was considered somehow icky (supernatural is always a good example, but definitely was just the most visible of these types of interactions between fans and cast/creators). Obviously thatâs where a lot of modern definitions about queerbaiting and bury your gays comes from.
A lot of this kind of drama centred on queer ships rather than queer characters in their own right (dean/castiel, merlin/arthur, derek/styles and maaaan just a lot of white brunette/blond pairings, which is another post and I acknowledge that Lawrusso is also literally that... the irony)
But also this isnât so much about âshipping.â
2.
Thereâs a danger of flattening out the ways in which we create a dialogue with text when it becomes just about whether or not our ships become canon (in general the way fandom discourse revolves around ships can be incredibly unhelpful for engaging critically with text) â for context I am queer and Iâm queer through my transness and aromanticness and asexuality, and I also write a fair bit of shippy fanfiction and analysis, but personally am not (always) thaaat bothered about how the connections with queer-coded people are realised in text, as long as those connections are acknowledged in a queer way. How that works varies from text to text. There is no one-size fits all proper queer representation.
An example: SE Hinton (because I just read The Outsiders/watched the movie) being really dismissive of people reading her characters as gay on twitter (why do we ever try to do this sort of deep textual analysis on twitter, why do creators â like Hinton â think that they ought to espouse opinions on twitter, why twitter folx?)
I wrote â kinda for the void, because I write a lot and I like posting some of that on tumblr, but I donât expect people to engage necessarily â about how The Outsiders is absolutely a queer text, whether or not the creator intended for it to be. Long story short, queerness has been â and often still is â illegal and/or frowned upon in canon text, so a semiotics was created to make something queer if you knew how to read it. The fact that cis-straight creators play with and use those semiotics without knowing doesnât negate the fact that that language is there and was deliberately created for that purpose.
That also doesnât make it queerbaiting. Maybe cis-straight dumbassery, idk (wouldnât be if you just went âhuh, didnât think about that, cool readâ)
Intentionally playing with and acknowledging those semiotics also isnât necessarily queerbaiting.
Definitely queercoding though.
3.
Anyway this is all a bit murky territory, so letâs talk about Cobra Kai, my current little obsession, and about Star Trek, my always-obsession. Time-was you could get sued for your Star Trek fanfiction. Nowadays that fanfiction can get turned into a for-fun zoom play and read out loud by the two actors who played the original characters (Alexander Siddig and Andy Robinson). This is very fun, new territory for a lot of us.
Meanwhile Hayden Schlossberg and the other writers of Cobra Kai are openly aware of the fact that lots of people read their lead characters â Daniel LaRusso and Johnny Lawrence - as probably bisexual (and probably as in love) and are on good terms with several active members of fandom and fic-writing. This is⊠so fucking fun. And it doesnât have that weird overtone of shit like Teen Wolf (âWeâre on a shipâ winky-face, followed by that about heel-turn âjust think itâs weird and strangeâ or however tf it was described later on - that shit: definitely queerbaiting).
In Star Trek thereâs a slim-to-none chance that these characters will ever become canonically queer in the main text, but the acknowledgement and the light-hearted open engagement with it makes such a massive difference (not that Siddig and Robinson werenât talking openly about it as far back as the 90s).
In Cobra Kai there is no obligation to make Johnny or Daniel canonically bi because thereâs been no promise to do so â there is, in my opinion, an obligation to create a world in which queerness exists and not just on the sidelines. In the same way as thereâs an obligation to generally create a world that accurately depicts what LA looks like in multiple other ways (cough, not mainly white, cough). If a part of that were through exploring how 80s era toxic heteronormative masculinity could throw people deep into the closet for most of their lives, hey, thatâd be a neat storyline (such a neat fucking storyline), but itâs not the only way to do it.
While I do like canonically queer couples in stories, I also think itâd really limit what queerness can do for a text if that were the only way it was represented - sure I ship Lawrusso, but I find the above-mentioned analysis of toxic masculinityâs effects on the characters-as-queer-coded to go much deeper than whether or not they get together.Â
I also would love trans and/or other-gender characters - we all know Johnny needs his âgender-what?â ignorance challenged and the potential for characters like that to fit into a narrative around trauma, loneliness, and misfit-families is kinda perfect (and when I say characters, I mean that plural, weâre not a one-size fits all).
Lastly I think there is also an obligation to do exactly what the showrunners are doing - what didnât happen with Hinton or SPN or Teen Wolf or Star Trek of yore or so much other popular fiction: say, oh yeah, that language is absolutely there, we recognise it, we can read it and itâs not weird or sordid or something to be judged. So thatâs already a massive thumbs up/promising start.
4. some final thoughts:
Idk where all thisâll go. Iâm still missing a lot of canonically queer representation - and when I say representation I mean more than just shoving in a queer character into a scene and not thinking about how that affects the world thatâs been established. But Iâm feeling a lot better about queerness and story than I used to.
Iâm hoping that whatever comes moving forwards in culture in general itâll have some thought put into it. Iâm hoping that queerness and queer allegory and coding will be recognised more and more as important reads of text and will go into informing how something is made (Hannibal, Black Sails, Sense8, Pose). Iâm just hoping thisâll mean some interesting, intelligent, wildly varied narratives.
Just very excited.
#cobra kai#lawrusso#johnny lawrence#daniel larusso#my writing#garashir#ds9#st: ds9#julian bashir#elim garak#alexander siddig#andy robinson#i made an on purpose choice here to talk about m/m ships in my examples#to be very Precise in my comparisons#funnily enough all four shows i mention at the very end have more (and all canon) queer rep than that#i also had a tangent about the current weird discourse on what-you're-morally-allowed-to-ship but that isn't quite the point here#although in general i will reiterate that i find the focus on shipping to be very unhelpful and limiting and y'all need history lessons
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Rec: Johnny Lawrence and the Five Love Languages by narcissablaxk
Title: Johnny Lawrence and the Five Love Languages Author: narcissablaxk Canon: Cobra Kai Pairing: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence Rating: Teen [PG] Word Count: 15,470 Summary: Johnny couldnât explain how it had come to this. It was bad enough that he was
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Fic Writer Questions!
tagged by @palamedessextus đ thanks friend!
1) How many works do you have on AO3?
64! only five more to the magic number ayyyyy and then iâm legally obligated to never post another one.
2) Whatâs your total AO3 word count?
289,575 apparently??? which seems way way way higher than i ever would have guessed, wow. who knew!
3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
31 on ao3, although thatâs lumping, eg, all marvel subfandoms together. but i have a ridiculous amount of wips in all kinds of other fandoms that i havenât/wonât post, soooo.... more than that! and i donât want to list them all bc thatâd be a long boring read!
4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
it serenely disdains to destroy us, a magnus archives fic that, i somewhat vainly note, has been orbiting in the top few top kudosed fics in the tag since i posted it womp womp.
concerning flight, because we all thirsty for thor/loki+gender and i for one support us.
untitled porny snippet (yes thatâs actually what itâs called), because same as above. (i see u, kudos-to-comment ratio and i aint mad but.... i see u. all you dirty birds out there shamefully yet silently jerking it. kudos to YOU.)
an experiment in posthumous subsistence, a batman/joker zombie au i wrote fucking TEN YEARS AGO ALMOST. why???? why is this fic so popular?? iâm barely a good writer now and i sure as shit wasnât one a decade ago! the terrible title alone should disqualify it from being read, but i guess the people want what they want. and what they want is batman and joker handcuffed together, trying to escape the zombie apocalypse ¯\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
all good things, some stucky hydra trash party-adjacent smut regarding piercings. i stand by this one 100%, it deserves every kudo(s?) tbh.
5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
i do, depending on the comment! i donât think comments like âloved this!â / âthanks for writing!â are written with the intent to receive a response (or at least, when i write them on other peopleâs fics, i certainly donât expect one). theyâre like an extra kudo(s?), and i appreciate them a lot, but theyâre not really an invitation to Discuss. whereas if someone clearly has put a lot of thought into a comment, or asked a question, or made some observations that i jive with, or just seems like they want to engage, then hell yeah i jump in there. love that shit.Â
6) Whatâs the fic youâve written with the angstiest ending?
i guess arguably thine own self, which is some hydra husbands abo. laugh all you want, itâs one of my fave of all my fics lmao. probably specifically bc of the unpleasant/open ending.
7) Whatâs the fic youâve written with the happiest ending?
probably moderation is a memory! since it, unlike 99% of all my other stuff, isnât just total smut, and the whole point of writing it was to wallow as deep as possible in the sauce of giddy teenage infatuation, it got the opportunity to have an actual emotional arc (more or less). furthermore i could not possibly bring myself to break johnny lawrenceâs tender little heart ever, that would hurt me far more than it would hurt him.
8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one youâve written?
i only realised while answering this question that apparently.... no i donât write crossovers! which is not at all a deliberate choice, i guess a compelling enough one just hasnât occurred to me yet!Â
9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?
shockingly no! by some accidental miracle iâve managed to fly under the radar so far, despite some of the really buckwild stuff iâve posted. however, considering some of the stuff iâm probably ABOUT to post.... that clean track record might soon come to an end lmao.
10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
lmao. uhhhh. almost exclusively, and i guess??? all kinds? this is clearly a question composed by someone who does not write smut.
11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
not that i know of, and i wouldnât really care if i did.Â
12) Have you ever had a fic translated?
yeah i think a few....? a number of people have asked anyway and i always say yes, so probably thereâs at least one floating around out there somewhere.
13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?
i have! just once, and we really made it count. itâs called a reptile dysfunction, which should tell you all you need to know.Â
14) Whatâs your all time favorite ship?
thorki, probably. i always have and always will come back to it, no matter what. itâs got such a ferociously timeless staying power and so much potential variation, i donât think i could ever get bored of it, regardless of what level of marvel-exhaustion i might feel at a given time, or what tropes, kinks, or stage of literary pretension iâm at. truly the oh tee pee.Â
15) Whatâs a WIP that you want to finish but donât think you ever will?
ohhhhh all 836575927 of them, but. thereâs this one thorki fic i started almost ten years ago as an experiment with a new-to-me style, which turned out over the intervening years to become my main style, and looking back on that fic, which for many years was a touchstone of writing-to-aspire to for me, itâs actually Not Very Good lol. but i still love the core concept, which is a canon divergence berserker thor au, but not only is it a somewhat inaccessible (admittedly less so since the deadpool movies came out, which was a hilarious pipe dream back when i started writing it) x-force comics crossover, but i wrote myself into a bunch of corners and have yet to dig up the energy to write myself back out of them! i go and reread it every year or so and think âhmm... maybe now...â but tbh itâs just not really good enough to bother! perhaps someday iâll repurpose the best elements of it into something new.
16) What are your writing strengths?
man, itâs so hard to say. in much the same way that you can spend hours every day staring at yourself in a mirror, yet be utterly incapable of picking yourself out of a lineup, i spend a lot of time eyeballing my writing, but stepping back it seems like a chaotic mass of nonsense with few cohesive throughlines. iâm good at writing smut, i know that much! and in that vein, i think i am good at smut bc i am very good at committing to the bit, as it were. getting into the nitty gritty of experience and sensation (physical or emotional) and rendering largely abstract internal concepts in fairly comprehensible ways. i think my prose is quite decent on a sentence level too.
17) What are your writing weaknesses?
utterly incapable of finishing anything! or plotting anything! canât mange a cohesive emotional arc! write myself into overly structured corners or out onto a vast plain with no structure in sight! all the macro elements of storytelling totally elude me, which is very frustrating when i have all this tasty fleshed out micro-level character stuff, but no narrative skeleton upon which to drape it.
18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Â donât! unless you are very sure you know what youâre doing, and the other language bits are a) very few, b) easily contextually understood, and c) actually adding something other than a weird flex that you know google translate exists.
19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?
11yo me wrote spock/kirk/janice rand and thought she invented the concept of a threesome. brand been stronk since day one đ€. (the vulcan salute is right next to the devil horns in my emoji list, so....)
20) Whatâs your favorite fic youâve written?
i love the (ongoing) better with you series very much, not least because iâm still absolutely flabbergasted that i wrote something that long. i think itâs actually pretty good all things considered and itâs very dear to me on many many levels. but the fic that i just viscerally adore, that i love the style of, and that i had such a transcendent, invigorating, organic Experience writing, is temper its strength, adding honey until quite cold, which is a terror fic with the inexplicable pairing of edward little/hartnell, featuring crossdressing and gender stuff. it just burst out of me fully formed one day and i donât think iâve managed to top it yet!Â
lowkey tagging @lingua-mortua @pitcherplant @kaasknot @froggy-babyy @deputychairman @nomercyonlytears @clockheartedcrocodile
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3rd Annual Cobra Kai Fan Fiction Awards - Results, Day 5
Hello to the Cobra Kai fandom!
As many of you know, the Cobra Kai Fanfiction Awards ceremony has taken place, with lots of very deserved awards going to a bunch of talented writers. For those of you who werenât able to attend the ceremony, or want to revisit the Awards, we will be posting links to all the runners up and winners for every category over the next several days. And it also serves as a list of reading recommendations, of course!
You can find the posts with the previous categories' winners here:
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
Day 4
The Day 5 Categories are:
Best Fluff
Winner: call it what you want by poetdameron
Runner Up: to the moon and to saturn. by poetdameron
Best Comedy
Winner: An Indecent Encounter by lostmagician
Runner Up: In The Business of Date Crashing by Narcissablaxk
Best Character Study
Winner: Johnny Lawrence in tiny furniture by poetdameron
Runner Up: Johnny Lawrence in Johnny Lawrence and the Five Love Languages by Narcissablaxk
Best Challenge Response
Winner: October Prompt Challenge by OutForAWalkBitkah3568
Runner Up: A Bobby Brown Christmas by KingKarate
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Johnny Lawrence and the Five Love Languages, Chapter Three: Receiving Gifts
It took him two weeks to get back to Daniel. Those fourteen days were a blur of legal conversations, skimming stacks of papers, finding ways to make sure Kreeseâs influence over his students hadnât warped them beyond recognition. By the end of the first week, Kreese had been removed from Cobra Kai, Johnny had secured the ownership of his dojo, and Hawk had been identified as the ringleader of the vandalism excursion. Johnny sent him with Miguel to return Miyagiâs Medal of Honor to Daniel personally.
 And then Tommy died.
 The second week was like wading through water too deep. He, Bobby, and Jimmy pored over Tommyâs documents, his whole life spread over the small space of a desk. Johnny had no idea how to handle someoneâs affairs after they died, and it didnât seem like Bobby or Jimmy did either. So they spent a few days trying to pack up his stuff, realizing far too late that they had no one to give it to. Most of Tommyâs clothes ended up donated to a local charity, and Bobby took the rest of his stuff to put into storage until they could figure out what to do with it.
There was no family; no one but them.
The funeral had been a nightmare, the wake a nightmare with booze. He left Cobra Kai alone during that week, confident that Miguel was still making sure Kreese couldnât sink his hooks into anyone.
 He came home at the end of the second week, bone tired and prepared to sleep for another two days, if given the opportunity, but instead of rest, he found Daniel LaRusso standing on his doorstep.
 âDidnât you hear?â he called, startling Daniel out of whatever reverie he was in. âIâm not home.â
 Daniel gave him a bracing look that told Johnny someone had already informed him about Tommyâs death. âMiguel told Sam you were coming back today,â he explained. âI thought Iâd bring you something.â
 He noticed the package in Danielâs hand as the words left his mouth. âYou donât have to ââ
 âItâs customary to send flowers,â Daniel interrupted as Johnny fumbled with his keys in the lock, âbut I figured whiskey was more appropriate.â
 Johnny didnât answer, but pushed his door open and stepped aside to let Daniel through first. The place seemed emptier now that it had been empty for a week, and Johnny wasted no time in grabbing two glasses from his cabinet and holding his hand out for the bottle.
 âThank you,â Daniel said as Johnny twisted the bottle open, the label cracking in the silence. âFor sending Hawk ââ
 âIt was the least he could do,â Johnny answered, pouring a generous amount in each glass.
 âStill,â Daniel took the offered glass and held it up. âTo Tommy.â
 Johnny had to swallow past the lump in his throat. He took a sip of the whiskey, the smell alone reminding him of the wake, of acquaintances with casseroles and black suits on squeaky pews. He watched Daniel finish the whole drink in one swallow, his mind trying to find its way back out of the weekâs memories.
 âWhat do you do?â Daniel asked when Johnny didnât say anything.
 âWhat do you mean?â
 Daniel carefully put his glass in the sink behind Johnny, his arm just barely making contact with Johnnyâs jacket. âI mean when something bad happens. What do you do?â
 Johnny held up his glass, whiskey still lingering at the bottom. âYouâre looking at it, kid,â he said.
 Daniel rolled his eyes. âAnything else?â
 Johnny shrugged. Nothing seemed particularly appealing right now, other than standing in his half-dark kitchen, listening to Daniel talk. He took another sip of his whiskey. âTrying to cheer me up, LaRusso?â he asked.
 âWell, youâre certainly not making it easy,â Daniel groused, leaning against the counter. Johnny watched him lean, his worn Mets shirt riding up as he leaned back. How obvious would it be if he told Daniel that this was just fine?
 Or maybe it was that it didnât really feel right to be having fun so soon after Tommyâs death. Just yesterday he had been hauling Tommyâs old dirt bike into storage, memories washing over him. Today he was considering putting all of that out of his mind for a chance at mild amusement for a few hours. Wasnât that disrespectful?
 âCome on,â Daniel broke through his thoughts, gently extricating Johnnyâs glass from his hand. âWeâre going to the beach.â
 âWeâre what?â
 âYou said you were going to teach me how to surf,â Daniel pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest. âSo, go get your stuff, weâre going to the beach.â
 Johnny huffed a laugh, eyes searching Danielâs countenance for the punchline. âYouâre serious,â he said when he found nothing but sincerity.
 âAbsolutely serious,â Daniel said, crossing out of the kitchen and back into the living room. âGo get dressed. I mean it. Wetsuit and everything.â
 âIâm not putting on that wetsuit,â Johnny called back on his way to his bedroom. He felt exhaustion seeping into every movement, languid and delayed. He was too tired for this. Still, he grabbed some black trunks from a long-forgotten corner of his drawers and put them on.
 He met Daniel in the living room in a black muscle shirt and black trunks.
 âIf I fall asleep in the ocean, you better become a lifeguard,â he warned.
 Daniel smiled, the quirk of his mouth looking more sad than happy. âSomething tells me just sitting on your surfboard in the water is going to make you feel better.â
 Johnny shrugged, but unbidden, he remembered spending hours at a time just sitting in the water, his feet submerged, after Ali dumped him, and again after the All Valley in â84, and then again when his mother died. There was no way LaRusso could know about that, was there?
 He turned away from him to get his surfboard out of the closet in the hallway, his eyes landing on the white bag on the floor as he did. He scooped it up. He had planned something different, but this was as good a time as any.
 âHere,â he said, passing the bag over to Daniel, who looked taken aback. âI noticed yours were looking a little run down,â he continued as Daniel peered inside the bag, his eyes meeting his before he pulled out the little clippers. âYou use those on your bonsais, right?â
 âYeah,â Daniel said softly, looking down at the shears like he didnât know what to make of them. âI â you â you got these for me?â
 Johnny huffed a laugh. âNo, LaRusso, I stole them.â
 âWhen did you have the time?â He let the stealing line slide by uncontested.
 âThe day after I helped you clean up your dojo,â Johnny supplied, grabbing his keys from the counter, leaving Daniel behind, staring down at the gift.
 ***
 He still couldnât decide what to make of it when they pulled up at the beach, Johnny dozing lightly in the passenger seat. It had been a battle to convince him not to drive, won only because Daniel threw bungee cords at him and told him to shut up and just strap the surfboard to the roof already.
 The silence of the drive did nothing but allow Daniel the space and quiet to obsess over the little clippers currently sitting in his cup holder. He found his eyes straying to them more often than heâd ever admit. He still couldnât figure out what they meant.
 When had Johnny even seen his old pair of shears, admittedly rusted and creaky from old age? And why had he taken it upon himself to buy Daniel a new pair? It was a thoughtful gift, sure, but did Johnny do thoughtful gifts?
 He had more questions than answers.
 Along with those questions, he had questions for himself to mirror them. Why had he decided to go by Johnnyâs place on the night he was coming home? His condolences could have waited a night. He hadnât spared a whole lot of time for thinking â Sam had wandered by, thrown out as an afterthought that Miguel mentioned Sensei Lawrence was coming back into town tonight, and then Daniel was up and grabbing his keys before he could examine why.
 Perhaps it was simple curiosity. Johnny had been Kreeseâs lackey, his surrogate son, for as long as Daniel had known him. And then, that day at his dojo, he climbed out of the balance pond and faced his mentor, all steely gaze and clenched fists, and told him he wanted nothing to do with him anymore.
 Daniel hadnât even been given the opportunity to say anything. He just stood there, dripping, eyes wide and mouth half open, while Johnny enumerated all of the reasons he realized Kreese had been behind the vandalism of Miyagi-do. He thought about that afternoon every day while Johnny was gone, first to make sure Kreese couldnât endanger his students, and then gone to see and bury Tommy.
 He had questions he wanted to ask, thoughts he wanted to say out loud, but now wasnât the time. There were more important things than Johnnyâs allegiance, especially tonight.
 Johnny jerked awake when he put the car in park, his eyes dark in the shadow. Daniel just gave him a momentary smile and pushed the door open, content to let him wake up while he unhooked the surfboard.
 âYou arenât wearing swim trunks,â Johnny pointed out when he finally wrestled the surfboard down.
 âAll clothes can get wet,â Daniel shrugged, toeing off his shoes and leaving them behind on the floor of his car.
 Johnny didnât answer, and Daniel wondered if he was also thinking of their time in the balance pond. How Johnny had definitely leaned in for a kiss before they were interrupted. How Daniel had definitely not stopped him.
 âWho told you about Tommy?â Johnny asked on their walk toward the water, the ocean a gentle giant ahead of them, sparkling in the moonlight.
 âBobby,â Daniel said, pulling his shirt off and leaving it behind on the sand. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Johnny doing the same. âApparently you talked about me to him.â
 Johnny almost stumbled, a momentary loss of balance that a normal observer wouldnât have caught, but Daniel carefully noted it and continued.
 âHe wanted to warn me that if you came back trying to pick a fight, there was a reason.â
 âBobby fucking Brown,â Johnny muttered under his breath, the comment almost lost by the sound of the waves. And then he stopped walking. âHow does Bobby have your number?â
 Daniel shrugged, trying to read the expression on Johnnyâs face from the side. âMaybe you gave it to him.â
 âNo, I didnât,â he said, so sure of himself that Daniel wanted to ask how he knew, why he was so confident that he wasnât just handing out Danielâs phone number to other people.
 Bobby had always been the most reasonable of Johnnyâs friends, in Danielâs opinion. He had watched him, from the relative protection of Miyagiâs side, try to defend Johnny the night he lost the All Valley; he had seen him go pale when Kreese shoved him away and tightened his hold around Johnnyâs neck.
 âDo you talk to them?â Daniel asked as the water slipped over their feet, a cold and sharp reminder of their reality. âThe Cobras?â
 Johnny scoffed at the name, the sound lost by the waves. âI should, shouldnât I?â he asked, looking over. His eyes were painfully sad.
 âTheir numbers are in your phone,â Daniel pointed out, the water rising up to his knees.
 Johnny put the surfboard down in the water and held it in place with one hand. âItâs not that simple, LaRusso.â
 And oh, did Daniel understand him. How many friends did he have that he regularly talked to? None, if he excluded family and his own employees. He had plenty of phone numbers in his contacts, plenty of people who were quick to catch up with him at the club, but were they friends? Would they miss him if he died? He understood that terrible loneliness, and how hard it was to crawl out from under it.
 âI suppose not,â he said, and he could see Johnny looking at him from the corner of his eye, searching for an explanation, a story to go along with his offhand comment. Daniel didnât give him one.
 âCome on, LaRusso,â he said finally, patting the surfboard. âUp you go.â
 The water was just above waist height, the tide strong enough that it was constantly tilting Daniel off-balance. He heaved himself onto the surfboard as gracefully as possible, feeling at least marginally satisfied with himself when he didnât immediately fall off.
 âUp you go,â he said, patting the surfboard in front of him. Johnny furrowed his brows, mouth twisting into an amused grimace. âCome on, Johnny, get on the surfboard.â
 âI thought I was teaching you how to surf.â
 âI lied,â Daniel shrugged. âBesides, youâre way too tired for that. Get on the damn surfboard, donât be a baby.â
 Johnny eyed him curiously, long enough that Daniel almost took back his suggestion, almost abandoned the enterprise altogether. Maybe he had miscalculated â perhaps he had misunderstood Johnny in the balance pond two weeks ago. And then Johnny bit his lip and pulled himself onto the surfboard, hardly jostling Daniel at all, settling on the surfboard with his back to Daniel.
 âYou could call them,â Daniel said to Johnnyâs back, the sentence flowing out of his mouth with ease now that Johnny wasnât looking at him. âYour friends.â
 âThey all have lives, LaRusso,â Johnny muttered, his feet barely kicking. âCareers, wives, children ââ
 âYou could be a part of it ââ
 Johnny scoffed, the movement driving his back into Danielâs chest. âI can barely handle my own career, my own kid.â
 âYou donât have to handle your friends, Johnny.â
 âTheyâd have to handle me.â
 A wave jostled them and Daniel instinctively wrapped his arms around Johnnyâs middle, trying to keep himself on the board. Johnny went still â all the way down to his feet â until the wave passed and the board mellowed out. He took his arms back, making sure to gently remove them, and considered Johnnyâs statement.
 He didnât say anything â Johnny didnât give him the time.
 âSometimes it feels like friendship doesnât exist,â he said into the darkness, his head tilted just barely upward to look at the moon. âWeâre just near each other â if we werenât, we wouldnât be friends.â
 Daniel couldnât tell if he was talking about the Cobras or about Daniel himself.
 âI know,â he said.
 âTommy was sick,â Johnny said, leaning back until he was pressed completely to Danielâs chest. âI didnât even know.â
 Daniel let his hands settle around Johnnyâs middle, fingers threaded together to keep them together. âSickness happens.â
 He remembered his father, vivacious and friendly one day, withdrawn and weak the next. The smell of the hospital that seemed to permeate all of his clothes, even down to his skin. The sad way his eyes would look when he turned his wistful gaze to the window near the end. Like he was waiting for it.
 âI could have ââ
 Daniel held him tighter. âYou were there when it mattered.â
 Johnny kicked one foot in the water listlessly. âEvery day mattered, LaRusso.â
 Daniel didnât say anything. He could feel the familiar ache that came with nostalgia, bittersweet and tender. It, along with the warmth of Johnnyâs body pressed to his chest, the lulling of the waves, made him feel peculiarly dreamy.
 âHow did Bobby get your number?â Johnny asked after a long bout of silence.
 Daniel closed his eyes and rested his forehead on Johnnyâs shoulder. âJealous?â he asked.
 Johnny exhaled a laugh, lost to the sound of the waves. âAll the time,â he said.
 âYou gave him my number when you were drunk,â Daniel murmured, pulling his head off of Johnnyâs shoulder and pulling him farther back, comfortably lounging. âHe told me himself.â
 âWhy did he really call you?â
 Daniel looked down at him, blond head resting over his heart. âSo I could be here when you got back.â
 Johnny shifted, his eyes just barely managing to catch Danielâs before he looked out over the water again. âDid he tell you about the ocean?â
 Daniel furrowed his brows. âI donât think so.â
 âHow did you know I like being out here when Iâm sad?â Johnny asked, turning to see Daniel more completely, his head now on Danielâs bicep, the surfboard tilting with their weight just enough to make Daniel uncomfortable.
 He sighed. âBecause Iâm paying attention.â
 They stayed that way for a long time, in comfortable silence, long enough that Daniel felt the moment Johnny drifted off to sleep, head resting on his chest, close to his neck. He let him sleep for an hour or so, holding tightly to him, the wind sending him the smell of the ocean and Johnnyâs shampoo, thinking of Bobby Brown and his father and all of the others.
 They drove home in peaceful silence.
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Fanart for @klovenhooves, âJohnny Lawrence and the Five Love Languagesâ, Chapter 1: Quality Time - beach/surf aestheticÂ
(I kind of suck at this sort of thing but there you go!)Â
Read it, itâs so sweet!!
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Lupe VĂ©lez (born MarĂa Guadalupe Villalobos VĂ©lez; July 18, 1908 â December 14, 1944) was a Mexican actress, dancer and singer during the "Golden Age" of Hollywood films.
VĂ©lez began her career as a performer in Mexican vaudeville in the early 1920s. After moving to the United States, she made her first film appearance in a short in 1927. By the end of the decade, she was acting in full-length silent films and had progressed to leading roles in The Gaucho (1927), Lady of the Pavements (1928) and Wolf Song (1929), among others. VĂ©lez then made the transition to sound films without difficulty. She was one of the first successful Latin-American actresses in Hollywood. During the 1930s, her well-known explosive screen persona was exploited in several successful comedic films like Hot Pepper (1933), Strictly Dynamite (1934) and Hollywood Party (1934). In the 1940s, VĂ©lez's popularity peaked after appearing as Carmelita Fuentes in eight Mexican Spitfire films, a series created to capitalize on VĂ©lez's well-documented fiery personality.
Nicknamed The Mexican Spitfire by the media, VĂ©lez's personal life was as colorful as her screen persona. She had several highly publicized romances with Hollywood actors and a stormy marriage with Johnny Weissmuller. In December 1944, VĂ©lez died of an intentional overdose of the barbiturate drug Seconal. Her death and the circumstances surrounding it have been the subject of speculation and controversy.
VĂ©lez was born in the city of San Luis PotosĂ in Mexico, the daughter of Jacobo Villalobos Reyes, a colonel in the armed forces of the dictator Porfirio Diaz, and his wife Josefina VĂ©lez, an opera singer according to some sources, or vaudeville singer according to others. She was one of five children; she had three sisters: Mercedes, Reina and Josefina and a brother, Emigdio. According to VĂ©lez's second cousin, the Villalobos family were considered prominent in San Luis PotosĂ and most of the male family members were college educated. The family was also financially comfortable and lived in a large home.
At the age of 13, her parents sent her to study at Our Lady of the Lake (now Our Lady of the Lake University) in San Antonio, Texas. It was at Our Lady of the Lake that VĂ©lez learned to speak English and began to dance. She later admitted that she liked dance class, but was otherwise a poor student.
VĂ©lez began her career in Mexican revues in the early 1920s. She initially performed under her paternal surname (see Hispanic American naming customs) of Villalobos, but after her father returned home from the war (he did not die in combat as some sources state), he was outraged that his daughter had decided to become a stage performer. She chose her maternal surname VĂ©lez as her stage name. Their mother introduced VĂ©lez and her sister Josefina to the popular Spanish Mexican vedette MarĂa Conesa, "La Gatita Blanca". VĂ©lez debuted in a show led by Conesa, where she sang "Oh Charley, My Boy" and danced the shimmy.[6] In 1924, Aurelio Campos, a young pianist and friend of the VĂ©lez sisters, recommended VĂ©lez to stage producers Carlos Ortega and Manuel Castro. Ortega and Castro were preparing a season revue at the Regis Theatre, and hired VĂ©lez to join the company in March 1925. Later that year, VĂ©lez starred in the revues Mexican Rataplan and ÂĄNo lo tapes! (both parodies of the Bataclan's shows in Paris). Her suggestive singing and provocative dancing was a hit with audiences, and she soon established herself as one of the main stars of vaudeville in Mexico. After a year and a half, VĂ©lez left the revue after the manager refused to give her a raise. She then joined the Teatro Principal, but was fired after three months due to her "feisty attitude". VĂ©lez was quickly hired by the Teatro Lirico, where her salary rose to 100 pesos a day.
Vélez, whose volatile and spirited personality and feuds with other performers were often covered by the Mexican press, also honed her ability for garnering publicity. Her most bitter rivals included the Mexican vedettes Celia Padilla, Celia Montalvån, and Delia Magaña. Called La Niña Lupe because of her youth, Vélez soon established herself as one of the main stars of vaudeville in Mexico. Among her admirers were notable Mexican poets and writers like José Gorostiza and Renato Leduc.
In 1926, Frank A. Woodyard, an American who had seen VĂ©lez perform, recommended her to stage director Richard Bennett (the father of actresses Joan and Constance Bennett). Bennett was looking for an actress to portray a Mexican cantina singer in his upcoming play The Dove. He sent VĂ©lez a telegram inviting her to Los Angeles to appear in the play. VĂ©lez had been planning to go to Cuba to perform, but quickly changed her plans and traveled to Los Angeles. However, upon arrival, she discovered that she had been replaced by another actress.
While in Los Angeles, she met the comedian Fanny Brice. Brice was taken with VĂ©lez and later said she had never met a more fascinating personality. She promoted VĂ©lez's career as a dancer and recommended her to Flo Ziegfeld, who hired her to perform in New York City. While VĂ©lez was preparing to leave Los Angeles, she received a call from Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer producer Harry Rapf, who offered her a screen test. Producer and director Hal Roach saw VĂ©lez's screen test and hired her for a small role in the comic Laurel and Hardy short Sailors, Beware!.
After her debut in the short film Sailors, Beware!, VĂ©lez appeared in the Hal Roach short, What Women Did for Me, opposite Charley Chase. Later that year, she did a screen test for the upcoming Douglas Fairbanks full length film The Gaucho. Fairbanks was impressed by VĂ©lez and he quickly signed her to a contract. Upon its release in 1927, The Gaucho was a hit and critics were duly impressed with VĂ©lez's ability to hold her own alongside Fairbanks, who was well known for his spirited acting and impressive stunts.
VĂ©lez made her second major film, Stand and Deliver (1928), directed by Cecil B. DeMille. That same year, she was named one of the WAMPAS Baby Stars. In 1929, VĂ©lez appeared in Lady of the Pavements, directed by D. W. Griffith and Where East Is East, playing a young Chinese woman. In the western film Wolf Song directed by Victor Fleming, she appears alongside Gary Cooper. As she was regularly cast as "exotic" or "ethnic" women that were volatile and hot tempered, gossip columnists took to referring to VĂ©lez as "Mexican Hurricane", "The Mexican Wildcat", "The Mexican Madcap", "Whoopee Lupe" and "The Hot Tamale".
By 1929, the film industry was transitioning from silents to sound films. Several stars of the era saw their careers abruptly end due to heavy accents or voices that recorded poorly. Studio executives predicted that VĂ©lez's accent would likely hamper her ability to make the transition. That idea was dispelled after she appeared in her first all-talking picture in 1929, the Rin Tin Tin vehicle, Tiger Rose. The film was a hit and VĂ©lez's sound career was established.
With the arrival of talkies, VĂ©lez appeared in a series of Pre-Code films like Hell Harbor (directed by Henry King), The Storm (1930, directed by William Wyler), and the crime drama East Is West opposite Edward G. Robinson (1930). In 1931, she appeared in her second film for Cecil B. DeMille, Squaw Man, opposite Warner Baxter, and in Resurrection, directed by Edwin Carewe. In 1932, VĂ©lez filmed The Cuban Love Song (1931), with the popular singer Lawrence Tibbett. That same year, she had a supporting role in Kongo (a sound remake of West of Zanzibar), with Walter Huston. She also starred in Spanish-language versions of some of her movies produced by the Universal Studios like ResurrecciĂłn (1931, the Spanish version of Resurrection), and Hombres en mi vida (1932, the Spanish version of Men in Her Life). VĂ©lez soon found her niche in comedy, playing beautiful, but volatile, characters.
In February 1932, VĂ©lez took a break from her film career and traveled to New York City where she was signed by Broadway impresario Florenz Ziegfeld, Jr. to take over the role of "Conchita" in the musical revue Hot-Cha!. The show also starred Bert Lahr, Eleanor Powell and Buddy Rogers.
In 1933, VĂ©lez appeared in the films The Half-Naked Truth with Lee Tracy and Hot Pepper, with Victor McLaglen and Edmund Lowe. Later that year, she returned to Broadway where she starred opposite Jimmy Durante in the musical revue Strike Me Pink. In 1934, she filmed Palooka and Strictly Dynamite (both also with Durante). That same year, VĂ©lez was cast as "Slim Girl" in Laughing Boy with RamĂłn Novarro. The film was quietly released and largely ignored. The few reviews it received panned the film, but praised VĂ©lez's performance. She had more success with her brief appearance in the star packed film Hollywood Party, where she has a magnificent comic routine with Laurel and Hardy. Although VĂ©lez was a popular actress, RKO Pictures did not renew her contract in 1934. Over the next few years, VĂ©lez worked for various studios as a freelance actress; she also spent two years in England where she filmed The Morals of Marcus and Gypsy Melody (both 1936). She returned to Los Angeles the following year where she appeared in the final part of the Wheeler & Woolsey comedy High Flyers (1937).
VĂ©lez last Broadway performance was in the 1938 musical You Never Know, by Cole Porter. The show received poor reviews from critics, but received a large amount of publicity due to the feud between VĂ©lez and fellow cast member Libby Holman. Holman was also irritated by the attention VĂ©lez garnered from the show with her impressions of several actresses including Gloria Swanson, Katharine Hepburn and Shirley Temple. The feud came to a head during a performance in New Haven, Connecticut after VĂ©lez punched Holman in between curtain calls and gave her a black eye. The feud effectively ended the show.
Upon her return to Mexico City in 1938 to star in her first Mexican film, VĂ©lez was greeted by ten thousand fans. The film La Zandunga directed by Fernando de Fuentes, co-starring Mexican actor Arturo de CĂłrdova, was a critical and financial success and VĂ©lez was slated to appear in four more Mexican films. She instead returned to Los Angeles and went back to work for RKO Pictures.
In 1939, VĂ©lez was cast opposite Leon Errol and Donald Woods in a B-comedy, The Girl from Mexico. Despite being a B film, it was a hit with audiences and RKO re-teamed her with Errol and Wood for a sequel, Mexican Spitfire. That film was also a success and led to a series of Spitfire films (eight in all). In the series, VĂ©lez portrays "Carmelita Lindsay", a temperamental yet friendly Mexican singer married to Dennis "Denny" Lindsay (Woods), an elegant American gentleman.[26] The Spitfire films rejuvenated VĂ©lez's career. Moreover, they were films in which a Latina headlined for eight movies straight âa true rarity.
In addition to the Spitfire series, she was cast in another musical and comedy features for RKO, Universal Pictures, and Columbia Pictures. Some of these films were Six Lessons from Madame La Zonga (1941), Playmates (1941), opposite John Barrymore, and Redhead from Manhattan (1943). In 1943, the final film in the Spitfire series, Mexican Spitfire's Blessed Event, was released. By that time, the novelty of the series had begun to wane.
VĂ©lez co-starred with Eddie Albert in a 1943 romantic comedy, Ladies' Day, about an actress and a baseball player. In 1944, VĂ©lez returned to Mexico to star in an adaptation of Ămile Zola's novel Nana, which was well-received. It would be her final film. After filming wrapped, VĂ©lez returned to Los Angeles and began preparing for another stage role in New York.
On the evening of December 13, 1944, VĂ©lez dined with her two friends, the silent film star Estelle Taylor and Venita Oakie. In the early morning hours of December 14, VĂ©lez retired to her bedroom, where she consumed 75 Seconal pills and a glass of brandy. Her secretary, Beulah Kinder, found the actress's body on her bed later that morning. A suicide note addressed to Harald Ramond was found nearby. It read:
To Harald, May God forgive you and forgive me too, but I prefer to take my life away and our baby's before I bring him with shame or killing him. â Lupe.
On the back of the note, VĂ©lez wrote:
How could you, Harald, fake such a great love for me and our baby when all the time, you didn't want us? I see no other way out for me, so goodbye, and good luck to you, Love Lupe.[
The day after VĂ©lez's death, Harald Ramond told the press that he was "so confused" by VĂ©lez's suicide, and claimed that even though the two had broken up, he had agreed to marry VĂ©lez.[33] He admitted that he once asked VĂ©lez to sign an agreement stating that he was only marrying her to "give the baby a name", but claimed he only did so because he and VĂ©lez had had a fight, and he was in a "terrible temper". Actress Estelle Taylor, who was with VĂ©lez from 9:00 the previous night until 3:30 the morning VĂ©lez died, told the press that VĂ©lez had told her of her pregnancy, but said she would rather kill herself than have an abortion (VĂ©lez was a devout Roman Catholic). Beulah Kinder, VĂ©lez's secretary, later told investigators that after VĂ©lez broke off the relationship with Ramond, she planned to go to Mexico to have her baby. Kinder said VĂ©lez soon changed her mind after concluding that Ramond "faked" the relationship and considered having an abortion.
The day after VĂ©lez's death, the Los Angeles County coroner requested that an inquest be opened to investigate the circumstances surrounding her death. On December 16, the coroner dropped the request, after determining that VĂ©lez had written the notes, and that she had intended to kill herself. On December 22, a funeral for VĂ©lez was held at the mortuary at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Los Angeles. Among the pallbearers were VĂ©lez's ex-husband, Johnny Weissmuller, and actor Gilbert Roland. After the service, VĂ©lez's body was sent by train to Mexico City, where a second service was held on December 27. Her body was then interred at PanteĂłn Civil de Dolores Cemetery.
Despite the coroner's ruling that VĂ©lez committed suicide to avoid the shame of bearing an illegitimate child, some authors have theorized that this was not entirely true.
In the book From Bananas to Buttocks: The Latina Body in Popular Film and Culture, Rosa-Linda Fregoso wrote that VĂ©lez was known for her defiance of contemporary moral convention, and that it seems unlikely that she could not have reconciled having a child out of wedlock. Fregoso believes that in the final year of her life, VĂ©lez exhibited signs of extreme mania and depression. Fregoso goes on to speculate that VĂ©lez's death may have been the result of an untreated mental illness such as bipolar disorder.
Robert Slatzer (who later claimed to have been secretly married to Marilyn Monroe) claimed that a few weeks before VĂ©lez's death, he interviewed her at her home and she confided in him that she was pregnant with Gary Cooper's child (by that time, Cooper was married to socialite Veronica "Rocky" Balfe). According to Slatzer, VĂ©lez said that Cooper refused to acknowledge the child, believing that Harald Ramond was the father. After VĂ©lez died, Slatzer said he asked Cooper about the situation and Cooper confirmed that it was possible he might have been the father. Slatzer further claimed that he also interviewed Clara Bow (who had also dated Cooper in the 1920s), who revealed that shortly before VĂ©lez's death, Cooper called her and screamed that he was going to kill Harald Ramond for impregnating VĂ©lez. Slazter claimed that Bow told him that she never believed VĂ©lez's baby was fathered by Ramond, and that she was convinced that VĂ©lez had attempted to get Ramond to marry her to protect Cooper's reputation. Biographer Michelle Vogel speculated that if Cooper was the father, his rejection of VĂ©lez and their child coupled with the idea of having to raise a child alone may have sent VĂ©lez "over the edge".
In the 2002 book Tarzan, My Father Johnny Weissmuller Jr recounted the events surrounding VĂ©lez's death as a mystery caused by an attempt to "put a lid" on what happened. It states her housekeeper discovered her body and called Bo Roos, VĂ©lez's business manager, who called his friend and Beverly Hills Police Chief Anderson to the scene. The book states after VĂ©lez arranged to meet Ramond, decorated her room and dressed in a negligee, her ingestion of Seconal was either to calm her nerves to meet him or a failed dramatic gesture to scare him. The book also suggested the baby was fathered possibly by Cooper not Ramond.
VĂ©lez's death was recounted in the 1959 book Hollywood Babylon by Kenneth Anger and has become urban legend. In his telling, VĂ©lez planned to stage a beautiful suicide scene atop her satin bed, but the Seconal did not mix well with the "Mexi-Spice Last Supper" she had eaten earlier that evening. As a result, she became violently ill, stumbled to the bathroom to vomit, slipped on the bathroom floor tile and fell head first into the toilet, where she subsequently drowned. Anger claimed that VĂ©lez's "chambermaid" Juanita found her the next morning. Despite the fact that his version of events contradicts published reports and the official ruling, his story is often repeated as fact or for comedic effect â it was recounted in the pilot episode of the television comedy series Frasier, and also referenced in an episode of the cartoon The Simpsons. VĂ©lez's biographer, Michelle Vogel, points out that it would have been "virtually impossible" for VĂ©lez to have "stumbled to the bathroom" or even get off her bed after having consumed such a large amount of Seconal. Seconal, a barbiturate, is noted for being fast acting even in small doses and VĂ©lez's death was likely instantaneous. Her death certificate lists "Seconal poisoning" due to "ingestion of Seconal" as the cause of death, not drowning. Further, there was also no evidence to suggest VĂ©lez had vomited.
Throughout her career, VĂ©lez's onscreen persona of a hot tempered, lusty "wild" woman was closely tied to her off screen personality. The press often referred to her by such names as "The Mexican Spitfire", "The Mexican It girl" and "The Mexican Kitten". Publicly promoted with the "Whoopee Lupe" persona that tried to define her, she dismissed the idea that she was uncontrollably wild. In an interview, she said:
What I attribute my success?, I think, simply, because I'm different. I'm not beautiful, but I have beautiful eyes and know exactly what to do with them. Although the public thinks that I'm a very wild girl. Actually I'm not. I'm just me, Lupe VĂ©lez, simple and natural Lupe. If I'm happy, I dance and sing and acted like a child. And if something irritates me, I cry and sob. Someone called that 'personality'. The Personality is nothing more than behave with others as you really are. If I tried to look and act like Norma Talmadge, the great dramatic actress, or like Corinne Griffith, the aristocrat of the movies, or like Mary Pickford, the sweet and gentle Mary, I would be nothing more than an imitation. I just want to be myself: Lupe VĂ©lez.
VĂ©lez's off-screen behavior blurred the line between her onscreen persona and her real personality. After her death, journalist Bob Thomas recalled that VĂ©lez was a "lively part of the Hollywood scene" who wore loud clothing and made as much noise as possible. She attended boxing matches every Friday night at the Hollywood Legion Stadium and would stand on her ringside seat and scream at the fighters.
VĂ©lez's temper and jealousy in her often tempestuous romantic relationships were well documented and became tabloid fodder, often overshadowing her career. VĂ©lez was straightforward with the press and was regularly contacted by gossip columnists for stories about her romantic exploits. One such incident included VĂ©lez chasing her lover Gary Cooper around with a knife during an argument and cutting him severely enough to require stitches. After their breakup, VĂ©lez attempted to shoot Cooper while he boarded a train. During her marriage to actor Johnny Weissmuller, stories of their frequent physical fights were regularly reported in the press. VĂ©lez reportedly inflicted scratches, bruises, and love-bites on Weissmuller during their fights and "passionate love-making".
VĂ©lez often targeted fellow actresses whom she deemed as rivals, professionally or otherwise, a habit which began back in her vaudeville days and continued in films. VĂ©lez's image was that of a wild, highly sexualized woman who spoke her mind and was not considered a "lady", while fellow Mexican actress Dolores del RĂo projected herself as sensual, but classy and restrained, often hailing from aristocratic roots. VĂ©lez hated del RĂo, and called her "bird of bad omen". Del RĂo was terrified to meet her in public places. When this happened, VĂ©lez was scathing and aggressive. VĂ©lez openly mimicked del RĂo, ironically making fun of her elegance. VĂ©lez also disliked Marlene Dietrich whom she suspected of having an affair with Gary Cooper while filming Morocco in 1930. Her rivalries with Jetta Goudal, Lilyan Tashman and Libby Holman were also well documented. In retaliation, VĂ©lez would perform scathing impersonations of the women she disliked at Hollywood parties. Also notable are her imitations of figures such as Greta Garbo, Marlene Dietrich, Fanny Brice, Gloria Swanson, Katharine Hepburn, Simone Simon, and Shirley Temple.
VĂ©lez was involved in several highly publicized and often stormy relationships. Upon arriving in Los Angeles, she was linked to actors Tom Mix, Charlie Chaplin and Clark Gable. Her first long-term, high-profile relationship was with Gary Cooper. VĂ©lez and Cooper met while filming 1929s Wolf Song and began a two-year relationship that was passionate and often stormy. When angered, VĂ©lez was reported to have physically assaulted Cooper. Cooper eventually ended the relationship in mid-1931, at the behest of his mother Alice who after meeting her, strongly disapproved of VĂ©lez.[51] With plans to marry him gone, she spoke to the press in 1931: "I turned Cooper down because his parents didn't want me to marry him and because the studio thought it would injure his career. Now its over, I'm glad I feel so free ... I must be free. I know men to well they are all the same, no? If you love them they want to be boss. I will never have a boss." The rocky relationship had taken its toll on Cooper, who had lost 45 pounds and was suffering from nervous exhaustion. Paramount Pictures ordered him to take a vacation to recuperate and while he was boarding the train, VĂ©lez showed up at the station and fired a pistol at him.
After her breakup with Cooper, VĂ©lez began a short-lived relationship with actor John Gilbert. They began dating in late 1931, while Gilbert was separated from his third wife Ina Claire. Rumors of an engagement were fueled by the couple, but Gilbert ended the relationship in early 1932, and attempted to reconcile with Claire.
Shortly thereafter, VĂ©lez met Tarzan actor Johnny Weissmuller while the two were in New York. They dated off and on when they returned to Los Angeles, while VĂ©lez also dated actor Errol Flynn.[63] On October 8, 1933, VĂ©lez and Weissmuller were married in Las Vegas. There were reports of domestic violence and public fights. In July 1934, after ten months of marriage, VĂ©lez filed for divorce citing "cruelty". She withdrew the petition a week later after reconciling with Weissmuller. On January 3, 1935, she filed for divorce a second time and was granted an interlocutory decree. That decree was dismissed when the couple reconciled a month later. In August 1938, VĂ©lez filed for divorce for a third time, again charging Weissmuller with cruelty. Their divorce was finalized in August 1939.
After the divorce became final, VĂ©lez began dating polo player Guinn "Big Boy" Williams in late 1940. The couple were engaged, but never married. In late 1941, she became involved with author Erich Maria Remarque. Actress Luise Rainer recalled that Remarque told her "with the greatest of glee" that he found VĂ©lez's volatility wonderful when he recounted to her an occasion where VĂ©lez became so angry with him that she took her shoe off and hit him with it. After dating Remarque, VĂ©lez was linked to boxers Jack Johnson and Jack Dempsey.
In 1943, VĂ©lez began an affair with her La Zandunga co-star Arturo de CĂłrdova. De CĂłrdova had recently moved to Los Angeles after signing with Paramount. Despite the fact that de CĂłrdova was married to Mexican actress Enna Arana with whom he had four children, VĂ©lez granted an interview to gossip columnist Louella Parsons in September 1943 and announced that the two were engaged. She told Parsons that she planned to retire after marrying de CĂłrdova to "cook ... and keep house". VĂ©lez ended the engagement in early 1944, after de CĂłrdova's wife refused to give him a divorce.
VĂ©lez then met and began dating a struggling young Austrian actor named Harald Maresch, whose stage name was Harald Ramond. In September 1944, she discovered she was pregnant with Ramond's child. She announced their engagement in late November 1944. On December 10, four days before her death, VĂ©lez announced she had ended the engagement and kicked Ramond out of her home.
For her contribution to the motion picture industry, Lupe VĂ©lez has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, at 6927 Hollywood Boulevard.
Lupe VĂ©lez has a sculpture in her honor located in San Luis PotosĂ, Mexico. The sculpture was done by artist Emilio Borjas in 2017 and is located in the Garden of San Sebastian, the neighborhood where the actress was born.
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Lupe VĂ©lez (born MarĂa Guadalupe Villalobos VĂ©lez; July 18, 1908 â December 14, 1944) was a Mexican actress, dancer and singer during the "Golden Age" of Hollywood films.
VĂ©lez began her career as a performer in Mexican vaudeville in the early 1920s. After moving to the United States, she made her first film appearance in a short in 1927. By the end of the decade, she was acting in full-length silent films and had progressed to leading roles in The Gaucho (1927), Lady of the Pavements (1928) and Wolf Song (1929), among others. VĂ©lez then made the transition to sound films without difficulty. She was one of the first successful Latin-American actresses in Hollywood. During the 1930s, her well-known explosive screen persona was exploited in several successful comedic films like Hot Pepper (1933), Strictly Dynamite (1934) and Hollywood Party (1934). In the 1940s, VĂ©lez's popularity peaked after appearing as Carmelita Fuentes in eight Mexican Spitfire films, a series created to capitalize on VĂ©lez's well-documented fiery personality.
Nicknamed The Mexican Spitfire by the media, VĂ©lez's personal life was as colorful as her screen persona. She had several highly publicized romances with Hollywood actors and a stormy marriage with Johnny Weissmuller. In December 1944, VĂ©lez died of an intentional overdose of the barbiturate drug Seconal. Her death and the circumstances surrounding it have been the subject of speculation and controversy.
VĂ©lez was born in the city of San Luis PotosĂ in Mexico, the daughter of Jacobo Villalobos Reyes, a colonel in the armed forces of the dictator Porfirio Diaz, and his wife Josefina VĂ©lez, an opera singer according to some sources, or vaudeville singer according to others. She was one of five children; she had three sisters: Mercedes, Reina and Josefina and a brother, Emigdio. According to VĂ©lez's second cousin, the Villalobos family were considered prominent in San Luis PotosĂ and most of the male family members were college educated. The family was also financially comfortable and lived in a large home.
At the age of 13, her parents sent her to study at Our Lady of the Lake (now Our Lady of the Lake University) in San Antonio, Texas. It was at Our Lady of the Lake that VĂ©lez learned to speak English and began to dance. She later admitted that she liked dance class, but was otherwise a poor student.
VĂ©lez began her career in Mexican revues in the early 1920s. She initially performed under her paternal surname (see Hispanic American naming customs) of Villalobos, but after her father returned home from the war (he did not die in combat as some sources state), he was outraged that his daughter had decided to become a stage performer. She chose her maternal surname VĂ©lez as her stage name. Their mother introduced VĂ©lez and her sister Josefina to the popular Spanish Mexican vedette MarĂa Conesa, "La Gatita Blanca". VĂ©lez debuted in a show led by Conesa, where she sang "Oh Charley, My Boy" and danced the shimmy.[6] In 1924, Aurelio Campos, a young pianist and friend of the VĂ©lez sisters, recommended VĂ©lez to stage producers Carlos Ortega and Manuel Castro. Ortega and Castro were preparing a season revue at the Regis Theatre, and hired VĂ©lez to join the company in March 1925. Later that year, VĂ©lez starred in the revues Mexican Rataplan and ÂĄNo lo tapes! (both parodies of the Bataclan's shows in Paris). Her suggestive singing and provocative dancing was a hit with audiences, and she soon established herself as one of the main stars of vaudeville in Mexico. After a year and a half, VĂ©lez left the revue after the manager refused to give her a raise. She then joined the Teatro Principal, but was fired after three months due to her "feisty attitude". VĂ©lez was quickly hired by the Teatro Lirico, where her salary rose to 100 pesos a day.
Vélez, whose volatile and spirited personality and feuds with other performers were often covered by the Mexican press, also honed her ability for garnering publicity. Her most bitter rivals included the Mexican vedettes Celia Padilla, Celia Montalvån, and Delia Magaña. Called La Niña Lupe because of her youth, Vélez soon established herself as one of the main stars of vaudeville in Mexico. Among her admirers were notable Mexican poets and writers like José Gorostiza and Renato Leduc.
In 1926, Frank A. Woodyard, an American who had seen VĂ©lez perform, recommended her to stage director Richard Bennett (the father of actresses Joan and Constance Bennett). Bennett was looking for an actress to portray a Mexican cantina singer in his upcoming play The Dove. He sent VĂ©lez a telegram inviting her to Los Angeles to appear in the play. VĂ©lez had been planning to go to Cuba to perform, but quickly changed her plans and traveled to Los Angeles. However, upon arrival, she discovered that she had been replaced by another actress.
While in Los Angeles, she met the comedian Fanny Brice. Brice was taken with VĂ©lez and later said she had never met a more fascinating personality. She promoted VĂ©lez's career as a dancer and recommended her to Flo Ziegfeld, who hired her to perform in New York City. While VĂ©lez was preparing to leave Los Angeles, she received a call from Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer producer Harry Rapf, who offered her a screen test. Producer and director Hal Roach saw VĂ©lez's screen test and hired her for a small role in the comic Laurel and Hardy short Sailors, Beware!.
After her debut in the short film Sailors, Beware!, VĂ©lez appeared in the Hal Roach short, What Women Did for Me, opposite Charley Chase. Later that year, she did a screen test for the upcoming Douglas Fairbanks full length film The Gaucho. Fairbanks was impressed by VĂ©lez and he quickly signed her to a contract. Upon its release in 1927, The Gaucho was a hit and critics were duly impressed with VĂ©lez's ability to hold her own alongside Fairbanks, who was well known for his spirited acting and impressive stunts.
VĂ©lez made her second major film, Stand and Deliver (1928), directed by Cecil B. DeMille. That same year, she was named one of the WAMPAS Baby Stars. In 1929, VĂ©lez appeared in Lady of the Pavements, directed by D. W. Griffith and Where East Is East, playing a young Chinese woman. In the western film Wolf Song directed by Victor Fleming, she appears alongside Gary Cooper. As she was regularly cast as "exotic" or "ethnic" women that were volatile and hot tempered, gossip columnists took to referring to VĂ©lez as "Mexican Hurricane", "The Mexican Wildcat", "The Mexican Madcap", "Whoopee Lupe" and "The Hot Tamale".
By 1929, the film industry was transitioning from silents to sound films. Several stars of the era saw their careers abruptly end due to heavy accents or voices that recorded poorly. Studio executives predicted that VĂ©lez's accent would likely hamper her ability to make the transition. That idea was dispelled after she appeared in her first all-talking picture in 1929, the Rin Tin Tin vehicle, Tiger Rose. The film was a hit and VĂ©lez's sound career was established.
With the arrival of talkies, VĂ©lez appeared in a series of Pre-Code films like Hell Harbor (directed by Henry King), The Storm (1930, directed by William Wyler), and the crime drama East Is West opposite Edward G. Robinson (1930). In 1931, she appeared in her second film for Cecil B. DeMille, Squaw Man, opposite Warner Baxter, and in Resurrection, directed by Edwin Carewe. In 1932, VĂ©lez filmed The Cuban Love Song (1931), with the popular singer Lawrence Tibbett. That same year, she had a supporting role in Kongo (a sound remake of West of Zanzibar), with Walter Huston. She also starred in Spanish-language versions of some of her movies produced by the Universal Studios like ResurrecciĂłn (1931, the Spanish version of Resurrection), and Hombres en mi vida (1932, the Spanish version of Men in Her Life). VĂ©lez soon found her niche in comedy, playing beautiful, but volatile, characters.
In February 1932, VĂ©lez took a break from her film career and traveled to New York City where she was signed by Broadway impresario Florenz Ziegfeld, Jr. to take over the role of "Conchita" in the musical revue Hot-Cha!. The show also starred Bert Lahr, Eleanor Powell and Buddy Rogers.
In 1933, VĂ©lez appeared in the films The Half-Naked Truth with Lee Tracy and Hot Pepper, with Victor McLaglen and Edmund Lowe. Later that year, she returned to Broadway where she starred opposite Jimmy Durante in the musical revue Strike Me Pink. In 1934, she filmed Palooka and Strictly Dynamite (both also with Durante). That same year, VĂ©lez was cast as "Slim Girl" in Laughing Boy with RamĂłn Novarro. The film was quietly released and largely ignored. The few reviews it received panned the film, but praised VĂ©lez's performance. She had more success with her brief appearance in the star packed film Hollywood Party, where she has a magnificent comic routine with Laurel and Hardy. Although VĂ©lez was a popular actress, RKO Pictures did not renew her contract in 1934. Over the next few years, VĂ©lez worked for various studios as a freelance actress; she also spent two years in England where she filmed The Morals of Marcus and Gypsy Melody (both 1936). She returned to Los Angeles the following year where she appeared in the final part of the Wheeler & Woolsey comedy High Flyers (1937).
VĂ©lez last Broadway performance was in the 1938 musical You Never Know, by Cole Porter. The show received poor reviews from critics, but received a large amount of publicity due to the feud between VĂ©lez and fellow cast member Libby Holman. Holman was also irritated by the attention VĂ©lez garnered from the show with her impressions of several actresses including Gloria Swanson, Katharine Hepburn and Shirley Temple. The feud came to a head during a performance in New Haven, Connecticut after VĂ©lez punched Holman in between curtain calls and gave her a black eye. The feud effectively ended the show.
Upon her return to Mexico City in 1938 to star in her first Mexican film, VĂ©lez was greeted by ten thousand fans. The film La Zandunga directed by Fernando de Fuentes, co-starring Mexican actor Arturo de CĂłrdova, was a critical and financial success and VĂ©lez was slated to appear in four more Mexican films. She instead returned to Los Angeles and went back to work for RKO Pictures.
In 1939, VĂ©lez was cast opposite Leon Errol and Donald Woods in a B-comedy, The Girl from Mexico. Despite being a B film, it was a hit with audiences and RKO re-teamed her with Errol and Wood for a sequel, Mexican Spitfire. That film was also a success and led to a series of Spitfire films (eight in all). In the series, VĂ©lez portrays "Carmelita Lindsay", a temperamental yet friendly Mexican singer married to Dennis "Denny" Lindsay (Woods), an elegant American gentleman.[26] The Spitfire films rejuvenated VĂ©lez's career. Moreover, they were films in which a Latina headlined for eight movies straight âa true rarity.
In addition to the Spitfire series, she was cast in another musical and comedy features for RKO, Universal Pictures, and Columbia Pictures. Some of these films were Six Lessons from Madame La Zonga (1941), Playmates (1941), opposite John Barrymore, and Redhead from Manhattan (1943). In 1943, the final film in the Spitfire series, Mexican Spitfire's Blessed Event, was released. By that time, the novelty of the series had begun to wane.
VĂ©lez co-starred with Eddie Albert in a 1943 romantic comedy, Ladies' Day, about an actress and a baseball player. In 1944, VĂ©lez returned to Mexico to star in an adaptation of Ămile Zola's novel Nana, which was well-received. It would be her final film. After filming wrapped, VĂ©lez returned to Los Angeles and began preparing for another stage role in New York.
On the evening of December 13, 1944, VĂ©lez dined with her two friends, the silent film star Estelle Taylor and Venita Oakie. In the early morning hours of December 14, VĂ©lez retired to her bedroom, where she consumed 75 Seconal pills and a glass of brandy. Her secretary, Beulah Kinder, found the actress's body on her bed later that morning. A suicide note addressed to Harald Ramond was found nearby. It read:
To Harald, May God forgive you and forgive me too, but I prefer to take my life away and our baby's before I bring him with shame or killing him. â Lupe.
On the back of the note, VĂ©lez wrote:
How could you, Harald, fake such a great love for me and our baby when all the time, you didn't want us? I see no other way out for me, so goodbye, and good luck to you, Love Lupe.[
The day after VĂ©lez's death, Harald Ramond told the press that he was "so confused" by VĂ©lez's suicide, and claimed that even though the two had broken up, he had agreed to marry VĂ©lez.[33] He admitted that he once asked VĂ©lez to sign an agreement stating that he was only marrying her to "give the baby a name", but claimed he only did so because he and VĂ©lez had had a fight, and he was in a "terrible temper". Actress Estelle Taylor, who was with VĂ©lez from 9:00 the previous night until 3:30 the morning VĂ©lez died, told the press that VĂ©lez had told her of her pregnancy, but said she would rather kill herself than have an abortion (VĂ©lez was a devout Roman Catholic). Beulah Kinder, VĂ©lez's secretary, later told investigators that after VĂ©lez broke off the relationship with Ramond, she planned to go to Mexico to have her baby. Kinder said VĂ©lez soon changed her mind after concluding that Ramond "faked" the relationship and considered having an abortion.
The day after VĂ©lez's death, the Los Angeles County coroner requested that an inquest be opened to investigate the circumstances surrounding her death. On December 16, the coroner dropped the request, after determining that VĂ©lez had written the notes, and that she had intended to kill herself. On December 22, a funeral for VĂ©lez was held at the mortuary at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Los Angeles. Among the pallbearers were VĂ©lez's ex-husband, Johnny Weissmuller, and actor Gilbert Roland. After the service, VĂ©lez's body was sent by train to Mexico City, where a second service was held on December 27. Her body was then interred at PanteĂłn Civil de Dolores Cemetery.
Despite the coroner's ruling that VĂ©lez committed suicide to avoid the shame of bearing an illegitimate child, some authors have theorized that this was not entirely true.
In the book From Bananas to Buttocks: The Latina Body in Popular Film and Culture, Rosa-Linda Fregoso wrote that VĂ©lez was known for her defiance of contemporary moral convention, and that it seems unlikely that she could not have reconciled having a child out of wedlock. Fregoso believes that in the final year of her life, VĂ©lez exhibited signs of extreme mania and depression. Fregoso goes on to speculate that VĂ©lez's death may have been the result of an untreated mental illness such as bipolar disorder.
Robert Slatzer (who later claimed to have been secretly married to Marilyn Monroe) claimed that a few weeks before VĂ©lez's death, he interviewed her at her home and she confided in him that she was pregnant with Gary Cooper's child (by that time, Cooper was married to socialite Veronica "Rocky" Balfe). According to Slatzer, VĂ©lez said that Cooper refused to acknowledge the child, believing that Harald Ramond was the father. After VĂ©lez died, Slatzer said he asked Cooper about the situation and Cooper confirmed that it was possible he might have been the father. Slatzer further claimed that he also interviewed Clara Bow (who had also dated Cooper in the 1920s), who revealed that shortly before VĂ©lez's death, Cooper called her and screamed that he was going to kill Harald Ramond for impregnating VĂ©lez. Slazter claimed that Bow told him that she never believed VĂ©lez's baby was fathered by Ramond, and that she was convinced that VĂ©lez had attempted to get Ramond to marry her to protect Cooper's reputation. Biographer Michelle Vogel speculated that if Cooper was the father, his rejection of VĂ©lez and their child coupled with the idea of having to raise a child alone may have sent VĂ©lez "over the edge".
In the 2002 book Tarzan, My Father Johnny Weissmuller Jr recounted the events surrounding VĂ©lez's death as a mystery caused by an attempt to "put a lid" on what happened. It states her housekeeper discovered her body and called Bo Roos, VĂ©lez's business manager, who called his friend and Beverly Hills Police Chief Anderson to the scene. The book states after VĂ©lez arranged to meet Ramond, decorated her room and dressed in a negligee, her ingestion of Seconal was either to calm her nerves to meet him or a failed dramatic gesture to scare him. The book also suggested the baby was fathered possibly by Cooper not Ramond.
VĂ©lez's death was recounted in the 1959 book Hollywood Babylon by Kenneth Anger and has become urban legend. In his telling, VĂ©lez planned to stage a beautiful suicide scene atop her satin bed, but the Seconal did not mix well with the "Mexi-Spice Last Supper" she had eaten earlier that evening. As a result, she became violently ill, stumbled to the bathroom to vomit, slipped on the bathroom floor tile and fell head first into the toilet, where she subsequently drowned. Anger claimed that VĂ©lez's "chambermaid" Juanita found her the next morning. Despite the fact that his version of events contradicts published reports and the official ruling, his story is often repeated as fact or for comedic effect â it was recounted in the pilot episode of the television comedy series Frasier, and also referenced in an episode of the cartoon The Simpsons. VĂ©lez's biographer, Michelle Vogel, points out that it would have been "virtually impossible" for VĂ©lez to have "stumbled to the bathroom" or even get off her bed after having consumed such a large amount of Seconal. Seconal, a barbiturate, is noted for being fast acting even in small doses and VĂ©lez's death was likely instantaneous. Her death certificate lists "Seconal poisoning" due to "ingestion of Seconal" as the cause of death, not drowning. Further, there was also no evidence to suggest VĂ©lez had vomited.
Throughout her career, VĂ©lez's onscreen persona of a hot tempered, lusty "wild" woman was closely tied to her off screen personality. The press often referred to her by such names as "The Mexican Spitfire", "The Mexican It girl" and "The Mexican Kitten". Publicly promoted with the "Whoopee Lupe" persona that tried to define her, she dismissed the idea that she was uncontrollably wild. In an interview, she said:
What I attribute my success?, I think, simply, because I'm different. I'm not beautiful, but I have beautiful eyes and know exactly what to do with them. Although the public thinks that I'm a very wild girl. Actually I'm not. I'm just me, Lupe VĂ©lez, simple and natural Lupe. If I'm happy, I dance and sing and acted like a child. And if something irritates me, I cry and sob. Someone called that 'personality'. The Personality is nothing more than behave with others as you really are. If I tried to look and act like Norma Talmadge, the great dramatic actress, or like Corinne Griffith, the aristocrat of the movies, or like Mary Pickford, the sweet and gentle Mary, I would be nothing more than an imitation. I just want to be myself: Lupe VĂ©lez.
VĂ©lez's off-screen behavior blurred the line between her onscreen persona and her real personality. After her death, journalist Bob Thomas recalled that VĂ©lez was a "lively part of the Hollywood scene" who wore loud clothing and made as much noise as possible. She attended boxing matches every Friday night at the Hollywood Legion Stadium and would stand on her ringside seat and scream at the fighters.
VĂ©lez's temper and jealousy in her often tempestuous romantic relationships were well documented and became tabloid fodder, often overshadowing her career. VĂ©lez was straightforward with the press and was regularly contacted by gossip columnists for stories about her romantic exploits. One such incident included VĂ©lez chasing her lover Gary Cooper around with a knife during an argument and cutting him severely enough to require stitches. After their breakup, VĂ©lez attempted to shoot Cooper while he boarded a train. During her marriage to actor Johnny Weissmuller, stories of their frequent physical fights were regularly reported in the press. VĂ©lez reportedly inflicted scratches, bruises, and love-bites on Weissmuller during their fights and "passionate love-making".
VĂ©lez often targeted fellow actresses whom she deemed as rivals, professionally or otherwise, a habit which began back in her vaudeville days and continued in films. VĂ©lez's image was that of a wild, highly sexualized woman who spoke her mind and was not considered a "lady", while fellow Mexican actress Dolores del RĂo projected herself as sensual, but classy and restrained, often hailing from aristocratic roots. VĂ©lez hated del RĂo, and called her "bird of bad omen". Del RĂo was terrified to meet her in public places. When this happened, VĂ©lez was scathing and aggressive. VĂ©lez openly mimicked del RĂo, ironically making fun of her elegance. VĂ©lez also disliked Marlene Dietrich whom she suspected of having an affair with Gary Cooper while filming Morocco in 1930. Her rivalries with Jetta Goudal, Lilyan Tashman and Libby Holman were also well documented. In retaliation, VĂ©lez would perform scathing impersonations of the women she disliked at Hollywood parties. Also notable are her imitations of figures such as Greta Garbo, Marlene Dietrich, Fanny Brice, Gloria Swanson, Katharine Hepburn, Simone Simon, and Shirley Temple.
VĂ©lez was involved in several highly publicized and often stormy relationships. Upon arriving in Los Angeles, she was linked to actors Tom Mix, Charlie Chaplin and Clark Gable. Her first long-term, high-profile relationship was with Gary Cooper. VĂ©lez and Cooper met while filming 1929s Wolf Song and began a two-year relationship that was passionate and often stormy. When angered, VĂ©lez was reported to have physically assaulted Cooper. Cooper eventually ended the relationship in mid-1931, at the behest of his mother Alice who after meeting her, strongly disapproved of VĂ©lez.[51] With plans to marry him gone, she spoke to the press in 1931: "I turned Cooper down because his parents didn't want me to marry him and because the studio thought it would injure his career. Now its over, I'm glad I feel so free ... I must be free. I know men to well they are all the same, no? If you love them they want to be boss. I will never have a boss." The rocky relationship had taken its toll on Cooper, who had lost 45 pounds and was suffering from nervous exhaustion. Paramount Pictures ordered him to take a vacation to recuperate and while he was boarding the train, VĂ©lez showed up at the station and fired a pistol at him.
After her breakup with Cooper, VĂ©lez began a short-lived relationship with actor John Gilbert. They began dating in late 1931, while Gilbert was separated from his third wife Ina Claire. Rumors of an engagement were fueled by the couple, but Gilbert ended the relationship in early 1932, and attempted to reconcile with Claire.
Shortly thereafter, VĂ©lez met Tarzan actor Johnny Weissmuller while the two were in New York. They dated off and on when they returned to Los Angeles, while VĂ©lez also dated actor Errol Flynn.[63] On October 8, 1933, VĂ©lez and Weissmuller were married in Las Vegas. There were reports of domestic violence and public fights. In July 1934, after ten months of marriage, VĂ©lez filed for divorce citing "cruelty". She withdrew the petition a week later after reconciling with Weissmuller. On January 3, 1935, she filed for divorce a second time and was granted an interlocutory decree. That decree was dismissed when the couple reconciled a month later. In August 1938, VĂ©lez filed for divorce for a third time, again charging Weissmuller with cruelty. Their divorce was finalized in August 1939.
After the divorce became final, VĂ©lez began dating polo player Guinn "Big Boy" Williams in late 1940. The couple were engaged, but never married. In late 1941, she became involved with author Erich Maria Remarque. Actress Luise Rainer recalled that Remarque told her "with the greatest of glee" that he found VĂ©lez's volatility wonderful when he recounted to her an occasion where VĂ©lez became so angry with him that she took her shoe off and hit him with it. After dating Remarque, VĂ©lez was linked to boxers Jack Johnson and Jack Dempsey.
In 1943, VĂ©lez began an affair with her La Zandunga co-star Arturo de CĂłrdova. De CĂłrdova had recently moved to Los Angeles after signing with Paramount. Despite the fact that de CĂłrdova was married to Mexican actress Enna Arana with whom he had four children, VĂ©lez granted an interview to gossip columnist Louella Parsons in September 1943 and announced that the two were engaged. She told Parsons that she planned to retire after marrying de CĂłrdova to "cook ... and keep house". VĂ©lez ended the engagement in early 1944, after de CĂłrdova's wife refused to give him a divorce.
VĂ©lez then met and began dating a struggling young Austrian actor named Harald Maresch, whose stage name was Harald Ramond. In September 1944, she discovered she was pregnant with Ramond's child. She announced their engagement in late November 1944. On December 10, four days before her death, VĂ©lez announced she had ended the engagement and kicked Ramond out of her home.
For her contribution to the motion picture industry, Lupe VĂ©lez has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, at 6927 Hollywood Boulevard.
Lupe VĂ©lez has a sculpture in her honor located in San Luis PotosĂ, Mexico. The sculpture was done by artist Emilio Borjas in 2017 and is located in the Garden of San Sebastian, the neighborhood where the actress was born.
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If money was no object, would you change your wardrobe? No doubt about it. I actually have a keen eye for style & can coordinate outfits really well. I used to do it for houuuurs on Polyvore (is that still a site?). But alas, I donât have the money to dress to my heartâs desire.Â
How do you/did you get to school? From elementary school through high school, I rode the bus, Then in college, I walked.
Have you ever been in trouble for something you honestly didnât do? Iâm sure at some point. I grew up with two sisters so thatâs bound to happen.Â
Is the idea of having a secret admirer creepy or romantic? Iâm more inclined to say itâs creepy however, Glenn actually was admiring me for years before I even knew who he was. But he never acted on that attraction so does that count as a secret admirer?Â
What was the last song you sung out loud? Oneâs not coming to mind
Have you ever had to have a pet put down? UGH WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME THINK ABOUT THIS
Were you excited to learn to drive, or scared? I still havenât learned because Iâm too scared.
What was the last book you read? Iâm in the middle of Daisy Jones & The Six right now and Iâm completely hooked! Tons of people have recommended it to me & Iâm beating myself up that it took me this long.Â
Did you enjoy it, or were you glad to be finished? Oh Iâm loving every minute of it. I even brought it with me to work today hoping I could sneak a few pages, maybe a few chapters in.
Do you ever wonder what other people are thinking when they stare at you? Those are the thoughts that constantly torture me.Â
Have you ever gone out of your way to get someoneâs attention? I was a teenage girl at one point. Letâs be real.
When was the last time you felt incredibly tired? Yesterday was BRUTAL. I only got 3-4 hours sleep tops and I am absolutely not the type of person who can function without rest. Last night I got a little more sleep but Iâm hyped on caffeine so I hardly notice.Â
What candy cane flavor is your favorite? Iâve never put much thought into it. The fruity ones like Starburst & Jolly Rancher are really good, I gotta admit.
In your opinion, who doesnât deserve to be famous? A huge majority of Hollywood. Too many to list.
Do you get angry when fast food restaurants mess up your order? I get a little bummed but ONLY because it seems like *I* am the only person whose order gets messed up or forgotten. Even my sister has noticed that it seems to always happen to me. And I donât have complicated orders by any means! So it bums me out but it doesnât actually make me angry. And I would NEVER stage a complaint. Iâd go hungry before I go Karen.Â
Have you ever had a ridiculous hair cut? Yeah. After my last breakup I cut my hair collarbone length hoping Iâd give off some Jennifer Lawrence vibes. I was not Jennifer Lawrence. I was fucking Lord Farquaad.Â
What was your favorite elective class in high school? High school was too long ago for me to remember but my guess is it was some type of creative writing.Â
Did you ever wish you could be homeschooled? Uh, no. Was it hard for you to get up this morning? I moaned & groaned like usual but it surprisingly wasnât as hard as most mornings.Â
Have you ever had a dream so realistic you couldâve sworn it happened? Those terrify me. Itâs extra unnerving because I have a hard time distinguishing between real and imagined memories as it is.Â
When was the last time you colored with crayons or colored pencils? I did a lot of coloring at the beginning of quarantine. None since though.Â
Can you remember the first survey you filled out? Oh God, no clue. It was back in the Myspace days, I know that much...Â
Do you have any mental disorders? WHERE. DO. I. BEGIN.Â
Do you feel comfortable talking about these disorders, if you have them? Well anyone whoâs spent 15 seconds with me knows I have anxiety, so I canât even hide that if I tried. And Iâm pretty open about my other diagnoses if/when they come up in conversation.
Where did you go on your last field trip? I guess Senior Trip my senior year of high school? I donât recall taking any field trips in college.Â
Are you able to agree to disagree? Or do you have to have the last word? I donât like confrontation so I try to shut things down as quickly as possible. Iâm ok with someone having the last word. But that likely stems from my lack of confidence. I tend to second-guess myself in arguments, even if Iâm well-versed on the topic at hand.Â
Do you think you make a good first impression? I make great first, even second, impressions. I think itâs when people start to truly know me that things unravel.Â
Do other peopleâs first impressions stick with you? OH YES. I should be more understanding and forgiving but if someone rubs me the wrong way right off the bat, I canât shake it. Bad energy is bad energy!Â
Are your friends who you thought they were when you first met? Not all of them. Some for the better, some for worse.Â
How have you changed in the past year? If we examine where I was this day last year, Iâve made considerable progress with my mental and physical health. But that progress took a nosedive during quarantine. Ok, maybe not a nosedive. Iâm still an improved version of myself from last year and I should celebrate that.Â
How about in the past five years? 2020 Elizabeth is living 2015 Elizabethâs wildest dreams!!!! I am leagues ahead of where I was then.Â
What do you do when you feel like giving up on something? I hate to say it but I usually just give up. Iâm not much of a fighter.Â
Have you ever had to give up on someone? Many a time.Â
Would you rather break up with someone, or them break up with you? Um well, my self-esteem is easily shattered enough as it is so I do NOT handle breakups well. But breaking someoneâs heart is an equally awful feeling so
Is there a cover song you like better than the original version? Blackbird by David Gray.Â
Do you think itâs okay to like a cover more than an original? Of course it is. Itâs a commonly accepted opinion that Johnny Cashâs cover of âHurtâ is better than the original. There are plenty other examples Iâm sure but that came to mind first.
Do you still watch any cartoons? You mean from childhood? I honestly donât but I should. That could be really soothing.Â
Are you just too lazy to recycle? Guilty as charged
Think of the last person you talked toâdo you love him/her? In person? No. Via text? Yes.Â
Do you fit your zodiac sign? Iâm a Cancer to a fault.Â
What is one of your weak points? Hyper-sensitivity (see above^)Â
What is one of your strong points? EmpathyÂ
Are you calm in emergency situations? FAR FAR FROM IT.Â
When was the last time you cursed at someone? As far as cursing directly AT somebody out of anger or something, I donât remember.Â
Are you afraid of losing someone you love? Thatâs my biggest fear
Who are you most attached to? Glenn
What do you depend on other people for? Providing a rational response to my irrational emotions, calming me down, soothing my anxiety.Â
Are you good at reading other peopleâs body language? I donât know actually?Â
Do you like facial hair? How about chest hair? I love both. Glenn doesnât believe that Iâm attracted to his chest hair (actually, all his body hair) but I find it incredibly sexy.Â
If you have a favorite number, how did you choose it? I donât really have one. I guess either 7 or 13 because those are my birthdate numbers?Â
What goes through your mind when someone breaks up with you? Well I have an inferiority complex so breakups just confirm all the pre-existing thoughts I have about myself.Â
What goes through your mind when someone asks you out? This is gonna sound funny considering my previous response but my usual reaction to getting asked out is fear. Ever since the first time a boy asked me out, I found it more scary and nerve-wracking than flattering.Â
Do you match your shoes with your outfit? Sort of?Â
Do you style your hair daily? Hell nope
Who was the last person to compliment your appearance? Whatâd they say? Glenn called me pretty last night but Iâm not sure that really counts because heâs my boyfriend and isnât that his job? Is there any movie you just canât stand to watch? Most movies. Theyâre just not my thing.
What do you think of pornography? Most porn I watch isnât actual intercourse. But I love bondage so I like roleplay vids and stuff like that.Â
What hair products do you use regularly? Daily I just use shampoo and conditioner, and then purple toning shampoo once-twice a week and hairspray on days I curl my hair. Lately Iâve been trying out a texturizing/volumizing spray but most of the time I forget âtill itâs too late.Â
Does it bother you when people use extremely bad grammar? Nah. Language skills vary wildly and are often informed by a personâs culture, family, or socioeconomic background. Itâs classist & racist to judge a personâs intelligence or abilities on his/her grammar. Do you have a hard time talking about sex with the opposite gender? Not at all. I might even be TOO comfortable with it.Â
Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? Female, for sure. My pediatrician was a male & he was wonderful but I prefer only females for any type of medical situation now. Oh, except for my dentist. But thatâs only because I think heâs hot :P
Have you ever had major surgery? Not really. I had my tonsils out when I was a kid but thatâs pretty run-of-the-mill I think?Â
Could you go a month without speaking? Uh maybe?
Is there any food you donât like that a lot of others do? Well I donât eat any type of meat or fish so, I guess that.Â
Have you ever followed a trend? If so, what was it? Lots of them as a tween/teen. Itâs par for the course at that age.Â
Have you ever started a trend, even a small one? Likely not. I hold no sway anywhere lol
What was the last thing you bragged about? Iâm not much of a bragger. At least I donât think?
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Johnny Lawrence and the Five Love Languages Chapter One: Quality Time
Johnny couldnât explain how it had come to this. It was bad enough that he was sitting here, on the edge of the parking lot outside of Cobra Kai, staring down into a can of Coca Cola, with Miguel on the other side, looking at him furtively out of his peripherals like Johnny couldnât see him doing it. It was worse that they were currently discussing Johnnyâs latest and possibly worst epiphany to date.
 âSo you have a crush on your greatest rival, there have been tons of movies about that,â Miguel said bracingly, turning his gaze completely out to the parking lot.
 Johnny grimaced, his grip tightening on the can of soda. âI donât have a crush, Diaz, shit, you make me sound like a high school girl.â
 âOh, sorry, should I have said that youâre in love with ââ
 âNot if you want to keep all of your teeth.â
 Miguel laughed in that nervous way he did when he was pretty sure Johnny was bluffing, but he didnât want to push it. Johnny couldnât bring himself to look over at the kid to read his face â he could feel that his face was warm, and as long as he kept looking out over the parking lot, he could claim it was a sunburn. People got sunburned in California, after all. It was a worthy excuse.
 After a long bout of silence, Miguel cleared his throat and tried again. âHave you considered telling him how you feel?â
 In fact, yes, Johnny had considered that, if only for a fraction of a second before he realized how stupid it was. What would Daniel say, anyway? He could map out the sequence of events with no trouble: Johnny would try to tell him the truth, and Daniel would laugh, not believe him, and get angry with him for trying to pull some sort of ill-conceived joke on him. Johnny would get embarrassed, and the conversation would end the way it had began â with them angry at each other.
 âThatâs a stupid idea, Diaz.â
 Miguel sighed. âWhatâs stupid is trying to bottle up your feelings. What if he feels the same way?â
 Johnny almost laughed. âHe doesnât.â
 âYou told me I should never take no for an answer,â Miguel pointed out.
 âThat was when I thought you were talking about some random babe, not LaRussoâs kid,â Johnny mumbled. âItâs not the same.â
 âWhy isnât it the same?â Miguel asked, and Johnny could feel him turning his knees toward him, trying to face him completely.
 âYou can pursue other random babes if one doesnât like you,â Johnny said after fishing for the right words.
 Miguel scrunched up his face, trying to read between the lines. Johnny could practically see the gears in his head turning. âSoâŠwhat youâre saying is ânot taking no for an answerâ works with people you kind-of-sort-of like, because you wonât get your feelings hurt if they say no. And that same strategy wonât work with someone you love because their rejection will hurt more.â
 âThatâs not what Iâm saying ââ
 âHave you tried maybe hinting that you like him?â Miguel interrupted. âSee if he picks up on it?â
 Johnny tilted his head, finally catching Miguelâs concerned, serious gaze. âWhat do you mean?â
 âI mean, try being nice to him ââ
 âThatâs ridiculous ââ
 âOkayyyyy,â Miguel said, trying to hide his smile behind his hand. âHave you heard of the five love languages?â
 Johnny squinted. âThere are more than five sex positions, young grasshopper.â
 âNo, I ââ Miguel groaned, burying his face in his hands for a moment before trying again. âNo, itâs â itâs this thing about how people show their love and receive love differently. Sam showed it to me, we took this test ââ
 âYour girlfriend made you take a test?â
 âIt tells you how you most like to receive affection,â Miguelâs face was darkening to pink now at the mention of his girlfriend, but Johnny was trying to ignore it. âThereâs uhhhh, quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, and receiving gifts.â
 Johnny took a long sip of his now lukewarm soda. âHow do you know which one you are?â
 Miguel shrugged. âYou could take the test.â
 âIâm not a nerd.â
 âIt doesnât really matter anyway,â Miguel brushed him off. âWhat matters is what Mr. LaRusso is.â
 âHow do I get him to take the test?â Johnny asked. âShow up at his house, put on a disguise, tell him Iâm taking surveys?â
 âWhat? No, Sensei, this isnât Looney Tunes,â Miguel laughed. âJustâŠtry some of them out. See how he responds.â
 âSo justâŠâ Johnny grimaced. âGive him a gift?â
 âYeah,â Miguel said. âOr try spending some time with him, or do something for him, stuff like that.â
 âI donât know, DiazâŠâ
 Miguel turned away and looked out over the parking lot again. âOr you could just pine after your karate rival until youâre old and gray and life has passed you by.â
 âWhat the hell kind of Lifetime movie crap is that LaRusso girl making you watch?â
 ***
 Johnny, true to his word, refused to take the love language test. He didnât have to take the test to know what he liked â he just needed to know how to get it. So, against his better judgment, he found himself writing down the love languages on an old gas station receipt in his apartment and trying to figure out which one to try on LaRusso first.
 He still hadnât settled on which one when his phone vibrated on the kitchen counter, startling him out of his reverie.
 It was a text from Robby: âMeet at the beach on Saturday? Surfing?â
 He smiled down at the text. He was still struggling with finding ways to connect to his son, but sometimes, things just worked out.
 âLetâs make a day of it,â he texted back. âBring LaRusso and his kid.â
 âYou mean his kids?â
 âSure, yeah, why not?â
 In record time, his phone was skittering across the countertop, the phone number on the display unknown. Johnny scooped it up and answered.
 âYeah?â
 âWhat the hell are you planning, Johnny? A replay of our first fight on the beach?â Johnny almost grinned at the sound of LaRussoâs voice. He should have known he would be paranoid.
 âParanoid, LaRusso?â he asked, and Daniel huffed over the line. âJust trying to be a good example for my kid, you know, like you told me I should be?â
 Daniel didnât say anything.
 âWould it make you feel better if I called it a truce?â Johnny asked, a pit opening up in his stomach the longer Daniel was silent. Did he really believe Johnny was incapable of putting aside their rivalry for his son?
 âWhat time?â
 Triumph overshadowed the pit in his stomach. âTen. Bring your surfboard.â
 âMy wha ââ
 ***
 LaRusso didnât have a surfboard. That didnât surprise Johnny â there was no way that he learned to surf in his time in California. He was too busy stealing guyâs girls on the beach and spending time with Mr. Miyagi. Still, he showed up, his two kids in tow, Robby lingering by the Volvo, unhooking his surfboard from the top rack.
 âYou actually brought a surfboard,â Daniel remarked, his eyes traveling down Johnnyâs short wetsuit. âLike, an actual surfboard.â
 âSome of us are actually from California, LaRusso,â Johnny replied, trying not to check out Danielâs orange (peach? Pink?) swim trunks. âWant to learn?â
 âDo I have to wear a wetsuit?â Daniel asked, and Johnny could see him squinting behind his sunglasses.
 âYou can borrow mine,â Johnny quipped, picking up the surfboard and turning toward the ocean, away from Danielâs appraising gaze. âUnless youâre scared.â
 âShut up and get in the water.â
 As if on cue, Robby whooshed past them both toward the water, surfboard under his hand. âRace you!â he shouted back to Johnny, who gave Daniel a proud look.
 âIâll be right back,â he said, taking off toward the water, Robby with a clear head start. Daniel watched him go, brow furrowed, mind struggling to process this borderline-friendly Johnny Lawrence.
 He sat on his towel next to Sam while they surfed, pros in his eyes, since he didnât really know what good surfing looked like, Robby completely at home, his smile so bright Daniel could see it from where he was sitting, Johnny as at ease on a surfboard as he was in a dojo.
 âDid you know Robby could surf?â Sam asked, looking over at her father from behind her sunglasses.
 âNope.â
 âI wonder if heâll teach me,â Anthony said from Samâs other side, completely hidden underneath their huge beach umbrella, his eyes still trained on his Nintendo Switch.
 âOh, you donât want to learn karate but youâll learn how to surf?â Daniel asked, halfway between irritated and amused.
 âThe ocean isnât going to kick me in the nuts, Dad.â
 âGross,â Sam grumbled, turning a page in her book.
 Daniel let them bicker, content to watch Johnny and his son surf. There was something peaceful about it, watching a fractured family come together in those small moments, like when Johnny offered Robby a hand back onto his surfboard when he fell off, or when they high-fived for seemingly no reason at all. He was reminded of Miyagi telling him about plants in his garden that simply bloom later than others.
 âDoesnât make them wrong, Daniel-san,â Miyagi had said, refilling his water can. âJust different.â
 âLaRusso,â Johnnyâs voice shook him out of his memory, and suddenly he was standing in front of him, dripping wet, wetsuit far too tight for Danielâs own comfort level, sticking to abs that Johnny had no right having, not with the amount of beer he consumed on a daily basis. âCome on, your turn.â
 âI â I donât know, Johnny ââ
 âIâm not going to throw you to the sharks, LaRusso, trust me.â
 There was something plaintive in the way he said âtrust me,â that brought Daniel up short. They didnât say things like that to each other; they didnât say much to each other that wasnât an insult. And yet, here they were, Johnny with an outstretched hand, water dripping down his tanned body, looking every bit a 90210 character, his eyes somehow still soft and a little bit uncertain.
 âFine,â Daniel grumbled, allowing Johnny to pull him to his feet. âBut no laughing.â
 âI promise nothing,â Johnny grinned, and it was a genuine, giddy smile, one that Daniel wasnât sure heâd ever seen on Johnnyâs face before. It was almost childlike, sunny in its intensity.
 It made him smile too.
 ***
 Apparently Anthony really did want to learn to surf, and Daniel found himself in the water beside his son, Johnny and Robby their respective teachers. Johnny had, so far, only taught Daniel how to straddle the surfboard so that he wouldnât fall off, and was currently at the head of the surfboard, standing in the chest deep water, watching Anthony try to do the same thing.
 âYou have to find your balance,â Robby was saying exasperatedly, but he was clearly trying to suppress his own smile. âYou canât just expect it to find you.â
 âItâs just sitting!â Anthony complained, shoving his wet hair out of his eyes. âHow hard could it be?â
 Johnny huffed a laugh and turned back to Daniel. âIâm going to let go of the board, LaRusso, think you can stay on?â
 âIâve used pool floaties before, Johnny,â Daniel retorted, and Johnny smirked knowingly. Well, that made him nervous.
 âOkay, genius, here you go,â he said, releasing the board just as a wave gently rocked it, and Daniel had to lurch forward to grab the edges to keep from slipping right off.
 âTighten your legs, LaRusso,â Johnny said nonchalantly, and Daniel felt his face go hot.
 âI donât â I â what?â
 Johnnyâs hands gripped the surfboard again. He caught Danielâs gaze and released it to take in the deep blush that had spread over his face and all the way to his ears. âI said, tighten your legs so you donât fall off.â He peeled his eyes away from Daniel to find another wave coming. âTry it again.â
âNo, Johnny donât ââ But his hands were already leaving the board, and the wave jostled the board sharply, this wave bigger than the one before. Daniel tightened his legs, the same way his weird cousin told him to do when he rode a horse on an ill-fated business retreat, and closed his eyes, waiting to slip off the board and into the water.
 And then the board mellowed out, and Daniel was still on it.
 He opened his eyes to find Johnny beaming up at him, eyes the same color as the ocean beneath him, water running down his face like it was trying to trace his skin in gold.
 âGood job, LaRusso,â he said, and Daniel could faintly hear the sound of Anthony spluttering in the distance. âNow letâs try it on your knees.â
 âOn my what?â
 ***
 By the time the sun went down, Daniel had learned how to stand up on a surfboard, much to Johnnyâs very infectious glee. He couldnât actually surf on it yet, the standing was hard enough, but he still felt immensely accomplished. He imagined part of that had to do with Johnnyâs proud smile.
 He understood, in those little in-between moments, when Johnny would tell him how to keep his balance, when he would cheer in the wake of Danielâs very simple success, why he was such a good sensei. His enthusiasm was catching, and there was a childlike enjoyment that made the day feel more momentous, the whole thing felt very special.
 Sunset found them leaning against Johnnyâs car, a beer in their hands, the salt drying on their skin.
 âThis was fun,â Daniel said into the comfortable silence.
 Johnny, beside him, jerked his head around to look at him. He looked thrilled, like Daniel had given him much better news than he enjoyed himself. That was curious.
 âReally?â he asked, looking so much like a puppy that Daniel didnât mind reassuring him.
 âYeah, really,â he insisted. âI donât think Iâm a very good surfer ââ
 âEverything takes practice, LaRusso,â Johnny interrupted smoothly, taking a sip of his beer. He was still smiling.
 âThen why donât you teach me again next weekend?â Daniel asked.
 Johnny blinked. âYou mean â you want to do this again?â
 Daniel shrugged. âI meanâŠif you want to.â
 âYes,â Johnny said, a little too quickly. âI mean, yeah, I guess, if you want.â
 âGood,â Daniel smiled, turning back to the ocean, trying not to notice Johnnyâs eyes on him. âNext weekend then.â
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