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can I get an imagine where older Johnny tries to surprise Daniel with breakfast in bed, but it turns into a disaster? Something funny and sweet

“Breakfast in Bed? - Never again!”

Johnny x Daniel : LawRusso | Imagine | Fluff & Humor |

Rising to the challenge came with its own set of hurdles, especially for those with a natural competitive streak. Namely, Johnny Lawrence.

Long story short, their usual back and forth of harmless bickering became something that picked beneath the skin. It wasnʼt intentional nor was it malicious. Though, when Daniel playfully insinuated Johnny probably couldnʼt boil an egg, Johnny saw an opportunity. He is more than capable, even if his skills are basic culinary. Nevertheless, Johnny isnʼt a man to back down from his word.

In this case, perhaps he should be...

The stove is practically burning from the spillage of oil that seeped onto the ring when Johnny tilted the pan to examine the cooking process with his spatula. A curse has also been thrown into the mix, amongst other obscenities due to almost enduring a burn on the edge of his hand; mostly during the stages where Johnny stabbed the sausages with a fork.

And to make matters worse, the butter knife ended up clattering to the floor, coated in butter. So now, not only does Johnny have a mess to clear up from his overuse of kitchenware, he also has additional carnage.

To say the ‘breakfast in bedʼ undisclosed bet was going pear shaped would be accurate.

“Easy does it, Johnny. Easy does it,” he mumbles to himself, loading the plated goods onto a tray, twenty minutes later. It is flanked by a cup of coffee.

Johnnyʼs self psyching abilities proved little benefit, especially when he stubbed his toe while ascending the staircase. The tray wobbles and the coffee dribbles over the rim onto the wooden tray.

“Piece of crap...” Johnny grumbles, shaking off the ordeal. He lets out a sigh, pushing open the ajar bedroom door with his hip a few seconds post recovery of the nearmiss incident. “Honey, I got you breakfast in bed...”

Daniel groans, turning over. He rubs the sleep from his eyes. There is a noticeable stall in conversation. A repetition of eradicating sleep from his eyes occurs. “Am I dreaming?” Daniel teases, smirking.

Johnny rolls his eyes. There is an undeniable fondness in his expression. “Hilarious LaRusso.” He tentatively settles the tray onto the divan.

“What have you done? Actually, spare me.” Daniel extends a palm, slowly sitting upright. The duvet pools at his waist. “Do I even wanna know the state of the kitchen?”

“Not if you wanna run the risk of heart failure, then I would probably advise against it, babe.” Johnny winces primarily, but then grins as if to conceal and wash over the topic at hand.

Daniel hums, glancing down at the assortment of food and refreshment. “Why is there a pool of coffee coating what probably should be an apetitising dish of sausage and egg? Not to mention, how the yolk is — politely put, burnt to a crisp, Johnny?”

Johnny lets out a sigh, throwing his hands up. “Improvisation, without intent.”

Danielʼs brow arches suspiciously. “Right...”

“Fine. I tripped and the coffee may have...yʼknow. But cooking is all about experimenting, right? You tell me that all the time, Daniel,” Johnny tries. His mischievous smirk arises.

He sighs in defeat, shaking his head. “I mean, I guess I do but —” Daniel stabs the egg with a fork. It barely moves an inch. It might as well be made of rubber, burnt rubber that is.

It is however, safe to say, from that moment going forward, Johnny refrained from balancing too many objects on the tray. And having breakfast be brought into bed, became a thing they never talked about again...

GIFset Credits: @wkomd

[dottiesrequestblog]

Can you please write me down an imagine with Johnny and y/n? Make it a romantic imagine

KEEPING IT SWEET

Johnny x The Reader

Meet-Cute. Fluff. Coffee Shop. Mishap Make up

Your usual morning coffee run three weeks ago, didn't go off to the smoothest of starts; you ending up dashing to work to avoid being reprimanded by your boss. It didn't help that you'd been late a couple of times in the last month already due to road closures. He let those slide; thankfully. However, the cause of your lateness was no other than a blonde haired gentleman with a sweet smile, who kindly offered to make up for staining your crisp white shirt with brown coffee. Your schedules struggled to match, until today.

Heading to the table where the fair haired man is residing, staring into his half drunken cup of coffee, you tentatively settle the mug down being midnful not to lose a drop.

Johnny is pleasantly stunned by your presence, his gentlemanlike qualities springing into action; arching forward to push out the chair for you. The table wobbles. "Shi -"

"Almost," you quip, smiling. He's quick to reciprocate, his own smile equally fond. "That would have been a deja-vu."

"A disaster at best," Johnny chuckles, motioning for you to sit opposite. "I'm glad you made it," he shares, sliding several notes across the table.

You raise a brow in puzzlement. "You could have just pinged the dough across."

Johnny reaches into his jacket pocket, waving an older generation flipphone. It's resorted back to its original hibernation spot. "Good ole fashioned money exchange it has to be I'm afraid," he shares, taking a sip.

"Well, regardless of the methods, I'm extremely grateful for the offer of patching up the mishap," you explain, words tainted with sincerity. "Though the same can't be said for the shirt."

He winces, mouthing an apology. His hands curl around the exterior of the mug when Johnny leans forward. Those blue eyes meet your own. "So did you solve the case?"

"The case?" You reiterate.

"You briefly explained about a mishap of someone stealing in your department - somewhere between our texts," Johnny explains.

Your brow arches, perplexion briefly taking hold before you smile softly at the revelation. "Ah. I did, I found the culprit who happened to keep taking all of high quality biscuits." You raise a finger wiggling your brows. "Though, plot twist-" Johnny's interest piques further. "It was in fact no other than my boss." You chuckle softly, shaking your head.

"Go figure. Always the least person you expect. They end up being the main culprit." Johnny chuckles warmly. "At least you solved the mystery."

"Yeah. I'm no Miss Marple just yet, but if ever an opening should arise, then I might be inclined to take it up," you muse, draining a portion of your coffee.

Johnny smiles. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind." He winks. "Maybe I'll even stir up some cases for you to solve."

"Oh will you now?" You quip, enjoying the back and forth.

"That would taint the whole point of the exercise," Johnny counters playfully. He swirls the cup, before draining it entirely. A finger juts to your half drunken mug. "Another?"

You feel deflated. Johnny's company is certainly making your morning, though with a jam-packed schedule of errands to run as its your only full day off this week you sadly have to decline his offer; but not without offering an explanation.

His smile falters in response, briefly, before it's resorted in understanding. "Need to crack on before the boss cracks the whip and fills in all the free hours with more hours working to the bone, eh?"

You nod softly, reluctantly draining the mug.

"Another time?" Johnny proposes.

"Another time,' you confirm. Gathering up your belongings, you wish Johnny a farewell. It's cemented by a welcoming, unexpected embrace on his part. You sink into it, appreciating the sincerity and security.

Johnny grins, once the shared moment is broken. His eyes meet yours. "Until next time," he shares, enthusiasm tainting his words.

Thank you for the request. I hope this meet-cute super fluffy imagine meets all your expectations.

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Hi can I get a wallpaper of Johnny with black outfit?

PHONE WALLPAPER: JOHNNY LAWRENCE.

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Super thanks for the request. I hope this delivers to your expectations, potentially badass too.

Screencaps: Cobra Kai: Season One: Johnny Lawrence.

Editor: @monroesspace