sorry if this is too late but if its not 22, vernon? thanks x
ok i know ive done so many vernon ones and im not gonna lie im slightly biased (OBVIOUSLY) but all ive been writing is angst all day so i need some positivity in my life rn
vernon/reader + 22. giggly kiss
word count: 556
“Babe,” Vernon mumbled, poking your side for attention. Normally he was the one who would be working on the laptop, struggling to finish before a deadline. But you’d started to occupy it, fingers tapping away at the keys, trying to finish at least two more paragraphs of this essay before you’d knock out and call it a night.
“Take another nap V, I’m still working,” you replied mindlessly, continuing to have your fingers tap away at the keys. He pouted, sitting up in the bed. “It feels like I’ve taken four naps already, can’t you take a break?”
You scoffed, barely having made it to the end of the paragraph. “No.” You heard Vernon sigh one more time, and then felt the covers shift, and he left the room. No skin off your nose, anyway. You really needed to work, and now you might actually be able to finish the entire thing if you tried hard enough.
No less than an hour later, your paper was done and you saved it in multiple places before finally closing all the programs on the laptop and shutting it off. Looking around, you noticed that the apartment had actually been quieter than usual, a rarity, considering how much Vernon enjoyed playing music out loud through the entire apartment.
The boy in question, however, opened the door as soon as you were about to call him, holding a plastic bag and a drink holder. He was wearing a thick jacket and his nose seemed to be a light tint of red, from being outdoors, most likely. “Hey, you’re done,” Vernon grinned.
You quickly ran to help him, first setting down whatever he had in his hands. “You went to the convenience store this late? Are you insane?” He trembled lightly as you removed the jacket from his shoulders. “You’re shivering, V, that’s not good.”
He shook his head, hair flopping down in front as he sat on the foot of the bed. “I’m fine. Promise.”
“Mm, if you say so. I know how to warm you up, though.”
He raised an eyebrow. “How?”
You looked at the floor for a split second before your fingertips were at his sides, and he yelped as you tickled him, laughing and trying to tickle you back, to no avail. This relentless tickling went on for only minutes until Vernon grabbed your wrists, panting and laughing as he did so. “J-jeez, ha. “You-you’re so mean to your boyfriend, using his weakness against him.”
“But you’re not cold anymore, right?” Vernon thought about it and nodded. “I’m still cold, but tickles won’t fix it. Only my biggest weakness will.”
You huffed. “Now, what’s that?!” Vernon chuckled, breaking out into a grin. “I’ll show you.”
He pulled you down into a sloppy embrace, wrapping his arm around your waist. “You are the only thing that can make me weak in the knees. That, and a stomachache.”
You rolled your eyes. “It was cute, until you mentioned that. Idiot.” He laughed. He stared at you for about five seconds until closing the gap between the two of you, locking your lips with his. You felt him smile in the kiss, which caused a chain reaction as the kiss later on became a silly makeout session while enjoying each other’s time together, food that Vernon had brought forgotten.
no more numbers please!