#puts that twink on his knees after his honeymoon is over and tells him to ‘kiss her like you kiss your wife.’ before shoving his cute head

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Daniel ends up being the one to provide all the flowers for the wedding. He almost picks the worst ones just to be petty, and the worst part of that is because it wasn’t even him being bitter about Johnny—but because he was getting married.

He spent lots of time complaining to Jessica about Johnny’s stupid wedding where he’s gonna marry his stupid fiancé and they’re going to have stupid gross sex and Johnny’s going to have stupid babies for that stupid fiancé—

Jessica is like. “Okay. So you’re either into him or his fiancé, and I’m leaning towards you crushing on the pretty omega boy you keep whining about.”

“No, no, he’s a nuisance. And he isn’t pretty.”

He is.

Too pretty. It’s annoying.

“If you dislike him, then why are you actively trying out arrangements for his bouquet? You won’t even let me have any say on the damn thing. I’m just being truthful; I’ve never met a boy who’d do discounted work for someone they hate.”

“You don’t even work here! Of course I’m not letting you tinker with it.”

She pursed her lips slightly. “Mhmm. I so am taking your word for it all. Just saying, I’m here for you and any... confusing emotions you may be having, okay?”

Daniel’s protests did nothing to change her mind.

Eventually the day came where Johnny stepped into the shop, and he looked…cared for. Not very happy, but healthy.

Not hunched over on the sidewalk with a purpling neck like how Daniel last saw him.

His hair was more carefree than it had been in high school, when he presumably spent an amount of time on it that Johnny would probably call girlish if another spent the same.

His face was full with a lovely glow, and for a terrifying moment, Daniel questioned whether or not the shine on Johnny’s skin was from pregnancy until he glanced at his belly and found it to be flat.

The thought only disturbs him because he doesn’t want Johnny’s offspring on the same planet as him. That’s all.

And his scent. Jesus, Daniel could hardly take it. It was perfect.

Why didn’t he smell like that before? A little saccharine, a little floral-funnily enough-with other unique scents mixed in that he would need the time to put a name to.

His mouth watered.

He swiftly gained his bearings, a bit embarrassed about his silent observation (admiration).

But Johnny either didn’t care or was in his own trance, because he just smiled in an oddly polite way when Daniel finally spoke.

“Wow. Long time, no see, man. You look good. Can I, uh, help you?”

He was hoping to be smoother.

He was supposed to have been impressing him.

Um. For some reason.

“You don’t look too bad either, I guess. And it hasn’t been that long, punk. Did one of those hanging pots fall on your head and make you lose your sense of time?”

Ah. Still an ass. Still a bitch. Still a bozo.

Daniel wished he weren’t marrying another man.

For some reason.

“No, I’ve just been so grateful for your absence in my life that I’ve been savoring every moment since.”

Johnny huffed.

“Me too. That’s why I have an engagement ring on my finger.” He snarked back, showing Daniel his oh so shiny ring wrapped around his elegant finger, clearly having been snatched up by a richer alpha than him. “I’ve been enjoying life, alright.”

Then his face fell, like he recalled something. “But I’m...actually glad you’re happy now, Daniel.”

Daniel?

That was too freaky for Daniel.

But wow, if it didn’t sound sweet coming from that mouth.

“Huh, that’s a pretty ring. I think I saw something almost identical at the thrift shop I go to.” Daniel remarked, expecting Johnny to be abhorred at the suggestion he would wear anything similar to a poorer person, but to his surprise, Johnny gave no sign of being offended by it.

“Weird. Anyway, I came to see your work. I need to be sure you aren’t going to fuck me on this. I told that dimwit not to give you free rein.”

The wording nearly made Daniel’s brain short circuit.

And dimwit? As in his future husband?

“Oh, uh, yeah. Why don’t you come to the back and make sure I’m not fucking you there? I don’t really feel like dragging my cart out for you.”

He had a book full of photos of his arrangements.

He quite literally had examples all over the damn shop. That’s all the decor he had other than the paintings Miyagi offered him.

He could have easily just gotten the cart to show Johnny what he was thinking.

But he wanted to keep Johnny there longer. Dig a little deeper.

Only because he’s nosy and for no other reason, Jessica.

Johnny’s cheeks turned rouge, and Daniel felt a spark of satisfaction. “I didn’t know you were such a sloth.”

“I just don’t do free labor anymore.”

“I’m literally paying you!”

“You, or your rich Daddy?” Daniel bit out with a face of distaste.

Johnny blinked. “Rich daddy? Like...my husband? Dude, this isn’t the 50’s—”

Daniel waved his hands. “No! Your actual father. He’s loaded, ain’t he?”

The omega swallowed. “He’s my stepdad. And no, he isn’t paying for it, and he isn’t invited. Just show me the daisies or whatever already.”

Yeesh. Sore spot.

But he just had to know. “You guys don’t get along?”

Johnny looked to the side, biting his lip. “Something like that. Did you hear me? I want to see the flowers now. Are you usually up your customers asses like this, or am I special?”

The latter.

“Oh, screw you, pal.”

“You wish, buddy.”

Daniel shook his head, puffing through his puffed like a slightly irate, runt of a bull. “Follow me.”

(im just being funny silly rn.)

A/B/O au where Alpha runt Daniel’s bonsai shop stays on it’s feet but it’s also halfway a flower shop—which is how he finds out through a bouquet order that Johnny Lawrence is to be wedded.

Your choice who the fiance is, but it doesn’t quite matter to Danny who the groom is to the omega, just that Johnny is engaged.

Daniel’s a great bullshitter and pretends he isn’t buzzing for that special, awful client to come in and pick up the order so he can interrogate him, ask him on a coffee da—hangout to catch up and fall in lo–reconcile. Maybe he can get invited to the wedding and sneak into the golden bride’s dressing room to fu—help him not get cold feet.

Yeah.