#lawrusso wips

[wicked-jade]

Curious about 'Should've learned to play them drums'.

Thanks for the ask! That one is actually one of my oldest WIPs - I started it while I was still writing 'Bad Luck.' It was originally meant to be a sequel to that fic, but then S4 happened and obliterated my plans, lol.

'Play Them Drums' was supposed to be my Johnny and Anthony bonding fic. It was inspired by that flashback in S1, when Sid is complaining to Laura about all of little Johnny's abandoned interests. He mentions a drum kit, and I'm a sucker for musician Johnny, so my brain ran with it.

The fic is set about a year or so after Johnny and Daniel started dating. Most everyone is supportive, except Anthony, who is rebelling. Both against Johnny and Daniel's relationship, and against the family karate legacy. Daniel is trying to be patient and supportive of his son's other interests, but is still kind of heartbroken that Anthony doesn't want to learn karate from him.

One day, Johnny stops by the house to drop off something with Amanda. She invites him to stay for lunch, but they keep getting interrupted by an unholy racket coming from upstairs. She explains that Anthony suddenly took an interest in music, and has decided he wants to be a drummer.

And Daniel (who doesn't have to live with the noise) actually bought him a drum kit.

Needless to say, she's not happy about it. Johnny tries to assure her it's probably just a phase - and gets deja vu when he recalls his mother telling Sid the exact same thing about him.

When Amanda has to go outside to take a call because of the noise, Johnny goes upstairs to tell Anthony to knock it off. They start bickering as usual, but Johnny soon realizes that the kid isn't just doing it to piss off his parents (though that's part of it.) He actually does want to learn how to play. The problem is, he's trying to teach himself from youtube tutorials, with little success.

Johnny realizes this might be his chance to improve his relationship with the kid, and offers to help. He's rusty, but he still remembers a little, and ends up showing Anthony the basics. Anthony is reluctantly impressed, and at the end of their impromptu lesson, he asks Johnny to teach him.

Johnny agrees, but with a few caveats. He'll teach him to play drums, but only if Anthony joins Miyagi Do and lets his dad teach him, too. And he can't let on that he's being put up to it - Anthony has to actually act excited about karate.

Most importantly, he can't tell Daniel about their little deal.

I still kind of love the idea of this fic, but I don't know if I'll ever get back to it. Which kinda bums me out, because it was such a cute idea.

[spiderman2099sleftnipplepiercing]

@zappedbyzabka I think I accidentally deleted your ask I’m sorry-

[sinful-karateka]

@ckreversebang

Once upon a time, I had a promising AU idea where Daniel and Johnny continued to pursue both karate and gospel music, which suddenly turned into a passion partnership for Jazz. Not inspired by my immense adoration for Sade and Sakamichi no Apollon. Not at all.

The concept's really close to me, so part of my asks are to pay homage to the jazz greats (Chet Baker, Art Blakey to name a few), and Sade.

[bubblegumflavor]

No.. no they didn't do anything specific this Valentine's Day.. : )

(Yes they got secretly married! = ) and... (answering to a previous tag question: It's always Bobby! =D<3)

[chisfics]

through the phone

"wanna go out?" "its 2 AM, Daniel" "look outside"

[bananaramacobra]

How do we feel about horror? I’ve had a 7k+ unfinished fic of Lawrusso sitting in my google docs for almost two years now and I think I want to finish it? It’s heavily themed on The Shining and it’s a labour of love because it’s one of my favourite Stephen King books.

It would be a 90s au with established Lawrusso and featuring their 7yo twins Sam and Robbie, possibly finished and polished up for Christmas?

[fixfoxnox]

Have this lovely issue when I write where I just start going off on a rant of all the characters thoughts. Like damn bitch stop thinking for a second pls

[libertine-past]

Trying to LawRusso again. ❤️

Oh, Daniel knew full well what civility in Barcelona would look like.

It was everything he feared, this prelude to we’re done. Caps lock DONE. Again. How many times had Johnny sworn him off?

Barcelona was silence as Johnny focused dramatically on a handheld water game. Backhanded compliments. Fist-bump fake outs. Salt-crusted pleasantries.

“Remember that movie Weekend at Bernie’’s?” Johnny began innocently enough, on the hotel shuttle bus.

It was all just a setup for a guilt trip. “Anyway, before, I would totally help you pretend Bernie was alive. We’d be on both sides of him working the strings for his arms. Not now. You’d be on your own. Unless we were teaching him karate.”

Daniel exhaled hard. “And why would we have to teach a dead guy karate?”

“So no one would suspect anything, doi.”

[vimesbootstheory]

Tagged by the spectacular @pinkgrapefloyd, thank youu! 🥰

Rules: You will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word. My word was STAR.

I will say, I'm not a multi-WIP girly, so these are all from the second part of The Nail, the Shoe, the Horse, the Rider, the sequel to That Time Thing You Do. (It has a title. I'm still being cagey about it lol)

S:

“Shit. Look at this.” Snips n’ snails n’ puppy dog tails, here was Daniel trying to show off his blisters. Johnny showed off worse ones right back, terrible bleeding welts.

T:

They got [spoiler] into the Caravan thanks to a fireman’s carry on Johnny’s part. Daniel paused with his hand on the driver’s side door. “You’ll be here? When I get back?” he said, and hated himself a little for how fucking hopeful he sounded. Needy, even. Please don’t leave me alone in this, Johnny.

A:

A funny sucking feeling around the belly button, like a reverse raspberry, and then he’d vanished from the present. The trips, they had a kind of sense of humour. Not a good sense of humour, or at least not one Daniel could claim to share. But definitely a sense of humour. He knew this night. This was the night he’d met Amanda.

R:

Robby fell silent as he sorted through the scraps of his awareness. Like trying to put together a jigsaw puzzle in a swimming pool; if he could only find a damn edge piece, he’d have somewhere to start. Dad’s van, but not Dad. “Mr LaRusso?” he said, finally.

(So, tiny spoiler for part 2: Robby gets a POV!)

Thanks again for tagging me! I'm gonna low-key, no-pressure tag @russolaw and @backinblack-80 and @wicked-jade and anybody else who wants to play! Your word is FUEL.

[isindismay]

WIP Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @goblininawig!

Unusually for me, I'm working on new chapters for two fics at once, and here's the proof!

First up, chapter 4 of Stronger Together, Cobra Kai, (primarily) lawrusso

Daniel takes the flask and takes a sip, then starts coughing. “Oh god, what is that?” Johnny nods and takes the flask back. “Good stuff, ain’t it?” “What are you drinking?” the driver asks. “You want some?” Johnny asks, holding the hip flask out towards her. “I really shouldn’t, but-” Daniel grabs Johnny’s wrist. “Hey, knock that off,” he says. “I want us to get to the bar in one piece.” Johnny freezes, and lets Daniel pull his arm away from the front of the car. It’s just a casual touch, but after that time at the hospital, he’s so hyperaware of Daniel’s touch. He’s not applying the full force of his strength, in fact he’s being pretty gentle. Daniel doesn’t immediately pull his hand away. Johnny thinks about how easily he could just curl his fingers around Daniel’s. The hip flask slips out of his hand, spilling cheap whiskey on the floor of the car. “Oh, crap.”

And the long time coming chapter 21 of Question of Time, Disco Elysium, trantjean

“No. I thought you were funny.” “Funny?” “Your sarcasm, your quick wit. I always liked it when you walked past my desk. I would sometimes make excuses to go to your part of the building.” “You did? I didn’t notice. You started in A-wing, right?” “That’s right. Before you stole me.” The way Trant smiles and flutters his eyelashes makes your breath catch in your throat. “And I was quite happy to be stolen.” You clear your throat. “Yes. They weren’t making good use of your talents.” “No. But you appreciated me.” “Which is why you stayed and accepted several pay cuts.” “Yes,” he says. “I’d say it has paid off well.” He smiles. “I finally got you to notice me.” You stare at him. It’s hard to believe that Trant had an interest in you from the start. You shake your head. “Why didn’t I notice you?” you say aloud.

tagging: @lullabyes22-blog @hannibalcatharsis-zero @gay-victorian-astronomer @harvestar (as always totally optional & anyone i haven't tagged is also welcome to join if you've got WIPs to share!)

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lawrusso in bill and ted outfits but we don’t change the size of the clothes so daniel swims in ted’s 6’1 outfit and johnny looks like his clothes were made for polly pockets. we also dress ali in napoleon’s swim suit because i said so.

[wicked-jade]

🌹🌹

Thanks for the ask, anon! This is from an as yet unposted lawrusso WIP, called "Running Down a Dream."

Daniel hummed thoughtfully around his own mouthful of cheeseburger. He swallowed and took a sip of his milkshake. “I’ve been thinking…once the Grand Opening and the next All Valley are out of the way and everything has settled a bit, we should go somewhere. Just the two of us.”

“What sort of somewhere?” Johnny asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion as he crammed more fries in his mouth. “You’re not gonna try to trick me into going to wine country with you again, are you?”

“I didn’t trick you!” Daniel argued, waving his own fry in Johnny’s face.

Johnny snagged it with his teeth and ripped it out of his hand. “You told me we were going to some big pro karate tournament in San Francisco.”

“And we were going to go! I had tickets and everything!” Daniel gestured with his burger and a slice of tomato fell off in Johnny’s lap.

Johnny wrinkled his nose and tossed it in the empty sack. “Yeah, on the last fucking day of the trip. And we didn’t even get to go, since I got food poisoning the night before, thanks to that stupid fancy tire restaurant you dragged me to.”

Daniel blinked at him, his face contorting in confusion. “Tire…wait, you mean the Michelin, 3-Star restaurant that specialized in molecular gastronomy? The one it took me three months to get a reservation at?”

“They served foam. On a plate. I’d say it was food for girls, but that’s an insult to girls. I’ve watched your wife and daughter both put away the pizza. Not even a chick could subsist on that shit.” Johnny rolled his eyes, taking another aggressive bite of his burger. “Face it, man. You suck at planning vacations.”

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@russolaw come get your juice

[skyf0ckz]

WIP wednesday!

Tagged by @russolaw

Tagging; @bollface @amadeusevenstar and uhh anyone else who wants to

[wolfgangevenstar]

heyo, your blog popped up in my recommended and i just wanted to say that your tkk fics are some of my favorites that i've ever read!! i go back to them a lot ("last christmas" and "you're alright" especially) and i absolutely love how you write the characters!! can't wait to see more of your work :D

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ty for this ask i love u forever

[bubblegumflavor]

90s Lawrusso!

aahh 90s lawrusso my beloved~ living in my head for at least a year now and finally I started writing some down so I give you the first draft of the first paragraph =)

‘The delayed flight to Newark New Jersey is ready for departure. Last call for flight 9-35 to Newark. All passengers please proceed to gate 13B immediately. Attention please, the delayed..’

“Johnny! Hey, are you alright?” Bobby asked after he had tried for the third time to get his best friend and dojo partner’s attention, but he was only staring at the huge screen with the flight numbers and destinations.

Originally, he was looking for the information for their flight to New York. It was holiday season, there was a snow storm and the whole place was a noisy mess with stressed people wherever they looked.

Bobby was trying to keep the kids together, seven of their best students, all around the age of 10, on the way to a special winter training camp in New York.

It was their first and the excitement made them loud and hyper active, especially because they looked forward to play in the snow, but both Bobby and Johnny remained calm and unbothered.

Bobby’s eyes followed Johnny’s and he slowly understood when he saw the delayed flight to Newark above the one to New York.

He nudged his arm and finally, Johnny snapped out of whatever episode he was lost in. “They called out our gate.” Bobby said and decided to not ask Johnny the question on his mind.

Johnny whistled through his teeth and the students gathered around them.

“Alright, everyone listen up! We go to the gate now! Put all the trash you bought in the duty free shop into your bags, grab someone’s hand and build a chain! No one is running alone, got it? Let’s go! Follow Sensei Brown!”