𝐌𝐑. 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

⠀⠀ ᅠ the lion does not concern himself with mornings . ᅠ ⠀⠀

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆'𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖. 𝑳𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒕

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⠀ ❛ i know you would . you're the corniest man i've ever met and somehow ⸝ it's one of the many things i like about you . you're not afraid to show it . ❜ ⠀⠀

He’s listening to it, but there’s a perplexed expression on his face that shifts into annoyance. “I don’t get what the big deal is. Maybe I don’t care about being their brand ambassador. They can talk to 𝘮𝘦 if they’ve got a problem.”

Eyes shift left and right, mouth opening to form words that aren’t there. “Uhhhhhhhhhhh.” (He couldn’t have less of a clue.)

There’s something between a nervous smile and uncomfortable grimace on his face as he reluctantly steps over. Voice small— “Did I do something?”

Clutching onto nearest wall like there’s an earthquake. “YES???”

Johnny’s brows lift— he wasn’t expecting that, but it’s sweet. He presses a kiss to the centre of Danny’s forehead. “Do you want me to act surprised?”

﹙ ⌖ ﹚ 𝐖𝙷𝚈 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝐎𝚆𝙽 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 . ᐣ 𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝙽𝙾𝚃 .. 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝐀𝚃𝙷 . ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ , ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅs ʜᴀʀᴅ . ── 𝐍 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐌 𝐈 𝐒 𝐒

⠀⠀ didn't get turned into a plushie ⸝ but a lego anybody can step on and DIE from . ⠀⠀

⠀ ❛ we could've shared one . like those corny couples you see on the commercials . ❜ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ 𝓂ilkshake break . ⠀⠀

Now he’s awake properly, and pushing himself up to lean on his arm. It doesn’t scare Johnny at all— in fact, he’s impatient about it, he can’t wait, beaming at Danny. “Are you gonna get all sappy about me, babe?” He teases, lightly booping him on the nose.

“Oh yeah?” Fingers trace along Danny’s back, still wrapped up in him and not moving until necessary. “How do you wanna do it?”

“Mm, that’s very good news,” Johnny mutters, all deep morning voice and now-messier hair. “Would stay here all day if we could.” And his eyes are closing again, but that faint smile remains.

Limbs still wound around his man, Johnny’s head shifts back slightly on the pillow to smile sleepily at him. “You? Agreed.”

Warm kisses are pressed to the crook of Danny’s neck, still in a half-asleep haze. So comfy.