#-so he didn’t pass out-the light of her stole his breath-Since vernon-The only thing that mattered-Most precious-For all of it-

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 64

Chapter; Highlights

Hours later, Yrene was still shaking.

At the disaster they'd narrowly avoided, at the deaths she'd witnessed before that wave had struck, at the power of the queen on the plain. The power of the prince who had prevented the ensuing steam from boiling alive any caught in its path.

Yrene had thrown herself back into healing during the chaos since. Had left the royals and their commanders to oversee the aftermath, and had returned to the Great Hall. Healers drifted onto the battlefield, searching for those in need of help.

All of them, every single person in the keep or the skies or on the battlefield, kept glancing toward the now-empty gap between two mountain peaks. Toward the flooded, decimated city, and the demarcation line between life and death. Water and debris had destroyed most of Anielle, the former now trickling toward the Silver Lake.

A vision of what would have been left of them, were it not for Aelin Galathynius.

She'd been asked to inspect the queen when she'd been carried in to a private chamber by Prince Rowan, the two of them borne off the plain by Nesryn. Yrene hadn't been able to stop her hands from shaking as she'd hovered them over Aelin's unconscious body.

There had been no sign of harm beyond a few already-healing cuts and slices from the battle itself.

Nothing at all beyond a sleeping, tired woman.

Who held the might of a god within her veins.

Yrene had then inspected Prince Rowan, who looked in far worse shape, a sizable gash snaking down his thigh. But he'd waved her off, claiming he'd come too near a burnout, and just needed to rest as well.

So Yrene had left them, only to tend to another.

—

To Lorcan, whose injuries ... Yrene had needed to summon Hafiza to help her with some of it. To lend her power, since Yrene's had been so depleted.

The unconscious warrior, who had apparently tumbled right off Farasha as he and Elide had passed through the gates, didn't so much as stir while they worked on him.

That had been hours ago. Days ago, it felt.

Yes, she needed to rest.

But a horn, clear and bright, blared from outside.

Everyone halted-then rushed to the windows. Yrene's smile grew as she, too, found a place to peek out over the battlefield.

To where the rest of the khagan's army, Prince Kashin at its front, marched toward them.

Thank the gods. Everyone in the hall muttered similar words.

From the keep, an answering horn sang its welcome.

Not just one army had been spared here today, Yrene realized as she turned back to the water station. If that wave had reached Kashin.

…

Lucky. They had all been so, so very lucky.

Yet Yrene wondered how long that luck would last.

If it would see them through the brutal march northward, and to the walls of Orynth itself.

Lorcan let out a low groan as he surfaced from the warm, heavy embrace of darkness.

"You are one lucky bastard."

Too soon. Too damn soon after hovering near death to hear Fenrys's drawl.

Fenrys's smirk was a slash of white.

"You've been out for a day. I drew the short stick and had to look after you."

A lie. For whatever reason, Fenrys had chosen to be here.

Lorcan thumped his head back on the pillow. "Elide." Her name was a rasp on his tongue.

The last he remembered, they'd ridden through the gates, Aelin Galathynius's unholy power spent. Then oblivion had swept in.

"Helping with the healing in the Great Hall," Fenrys said, stretching out his legs before him.

Lorcan closed his eyes, something tight in his chest easing.

"Well, since you're not dead," Fenrys began, but Lorcan was already asleep.

Lorcan awoke later. Hours, days, he didn't know.

The candle was still burning on the narrow windowsill, down to its base. Hours, then.

He didn't care. Not when the dim light revealed the delicate woman lying facedown on the end of his cot, the lower half of her body still on the wooden chair where Fenrys had been. Her arms cradled her head, one outstretched toward him. Reaching for his hand, mere inches from hers.

Elide.

Her dark hair spilled across the blanket, across his shins, veiling much of her face.

Wincing at the lingering ache in his body, Lorcan stretched his arm just enough to touch her fingers. They were cold, their tips so much smaller than his. They contracted, pulling away as she sucked in a sharp, awakening breath.

Lorcan savored every feature as she grimaced at a crick in her neck. But her eyes settled on him. She went still as she found him staring at her, awake and utterly in awe of the woman who had ridden through hell to find him ...

Tired. She looked spent, yet her chin remained unbowed.

Lorcan had no words. He'd given her everything on the back of that horse anyway.

But Elide asked, "How do you feel?" Aching. Exhausted. Yet finding her sitting at his bedside... "Alive," he said, and meant it.

Her face remained unreadable, even as her eyes dipped to his body. The blanket had slid down enough to reveal most of his torso, though it still hid the scarred-over wound in his abdomen. Yet he'd never felt so keenly naked.

It was an effort to keep his breathing steady beneath her sharp-eyed gaze. "Yrene said you would have died, if they hadn't gotten to you when they did."

"I would have died," he said, voice like gravel, "if you hadn't braved hell to find me." Her gaze lifted to his. "I made you a promise."

"So you said."

Was that a hint of color stealing across her pale cheeks? But she didn't balk. "You said some interesting things, too."

Lorcan tried to sit up, but his body gave a burst of pain in protest.

Elide explained, "Yrene warned that though the wounds are healed, some soreness will linger."

Lorcan gritted his teeth around the sharp stab in his back, his stomach. He managed to get onto his elbows, and deemed that progress enough. "It's been a while since I was so gravely injured. I'd forgotten what an inconvenience it is."

A faint smile tugged on her mouth.

His heart halted. The first smile she had given him in months and months. Since that day on the ship, when he'd touched her hand as they'd swayed in their hammocks.

Her smile faded, but the color on her cheeks lingered. "Did you mean it? What you said." He held her stare. Let some inner wall within him come crumbling down. Only for her. For this sharp-eyed, cunning little liar who had slipped through every defense and ironclad rule he'd ever made for himself. He let her see that in his face. Let her see all of it, as no one had ever done before. "Yes."

Her mouth tightened, but not in displeasure.

So Lorcan said softly, "I meant every word." His heart thundered, so wildly it was a wonder she couldn't hear it. "And I will until the day I fade into the Afterworld."

Lorcan didn't breathe as Elide gently reached out her hand. And interlaced their fingers. "I love you," she whispered.

He was glad he was lying down. The words would have knocked him to his knees. Even now, he was half inclined to bow before her, the true owner of his ancient, wicked heart.

"I have loved you," she went on, "from the moment you came to fight for me against Vernon and the ilken." The light in her eyes stole his breath. "And when I heard you were somewhere on that battlefield, the only thing I wanted was to be able to tell you that. It was the only thing that mattered."

Once, he might have scoffed. Declared that far bigger things mattered, in this war especially. And yet the hand grasping his ... He'd never known anything more precious.

Lorcan ran his thumb over the back of her hand. "I am sorry, Elide. For all of it."

"I know," she said softly, and no regret or hurt dimmed her face. Only clear, unwavering calm shone there. The face of the mighty lady she was growing into, and had already become, and who would rule Perranth with wisdom in one hand and compassion in the other.

They stared at each other for minutes. For a blessed eternity.

Then Elide untangled their hands and rose. "I should return to help Yrene."

Lorcan caught her hand again. "Stay."

She arched a dark brow. "I'm only going to the Great Hall."

Lorcan caressed his thumb over the back of her hand once more. "Stay," he breathed.

For a heartbeat, he thought she'd say no, and was prepared to be fine with it, to accept these last few minutes as more of a gift than he'd deserved.

"Say it," she whispered, fingers stilling in his hair. Lorcan opened his eyes, finding her gaze. "I love you."

"Yrene said you might always have this," she said, her hand mercifully falling away.

"Then it will be the scar I treasure most."

Fenrys would laugh until he cried to hear him speak this way, but Lorcan didn't care. To hell with the rest of them.

Another one of those small smiles curved her lips, and Lorcan's hands tightened in the sheets with the effort it took not to taste that smile, to worship it with his own mouth.

But this new, fragile thing humming between them ... He would not risk it for all the world.

Elide, thank the gods, had no such worries.

None at all, it seemed, as she lifted a hand to his cheek and ran her thumb along it. Every breath was an effort of control.

Lorcan held absolutely still as she brought her mouth to his. Brushed her lips across his own.

She pulled back. "Rest, Lorcan. I'll be here again when you wake."

Anything she asked, he'd give her.

Anything at all.

Too shaken by that soft, beautiful kiss to bother with words, he lay back down.

But until then, he wanted her here. Sleeping at his side, where he might watch over her. As she had watched over him.

Elide seemed to read that on his face, and her cheeks reddened further. "Later, then," she breathed, limping to the door.

Lorcan sent a flicker of his power to wrap around her ankle. The limp vanished.

A hand on the knob, she gave him a small, grateful nod. "I missed that."

He heard the unspoken words as she disappeared into the busy hall.

I missed you.

Lorcan allowed himself a rare smile.

[berrybang97]

leave you with my heart

genre: not exactly angst, just a tornado of feelings that is love drama :’)

pairing: vernon x reader

word count: 1.7k (1,724 words)

summary: you thought you have found the right person to lend your heart to. apparently, you were wrong. he was uninterested and careless. but can he eventually mend his mistake?

author’s note: this is highly inspired by this amazing romanian song that somehow managed to steal my heart? the meaning behind the song is beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time, it’s like a goodbye message to someone you used to have feelings for, and at the same time it shows the struggle of being torn between moving on and reignating old sentiments towards said person. what i am presenting to you is a translation of the lyrics that i came up with because i was feeling this song just too damn hard

   Dum, dum, dum.

  The rhytmic sound of a heart beating. The satisfactory proof that you fell for someone deeply. The soothing consolation that, as a human being, you are capable of love.

   Dum, dum, dum.

  You feel it profoundly, that strong emotion. It tickles your insides with invisible butterflies, and it nearly sends your heart into cardiac arrest. The stream of blood running under your skin has never been pushed around so rapidly into the tubes of your veins.

  Dum, dum, dum.

  You can feel the tips of your fingers tingling, and your head feels light as you let yourself dive into this wholesome feeling that is love. You could swear it was otherwordly, due to its massive impact on your whole state of mind. You felt so overwhelmed with feelings, and they were so numerous and particularly different from each other.

  But then...

   Why did you feel so empty? Why did you feel like a part of you was missing faultlessly? This ocean of sentiments that has filled you up from the first moment you saw him… could it be? Could it have been a mere replacement for the heart he has stolen from you?

   When I was younger, the world kept telling me…

  A flash of light, a memory that fulminated so quickly into your mind. You were sitting at the head of the dinner table, a birthday hat propped awkwardly on your head as the voices of your family sang conjunctively the usual birthday song.

  ‘Happy birthday to you~’

  You stared emptily at the lit candles that were sticking out of the birthday cake and, when you blinked, electric green and violet dots burned into your gaze. You felt hollow and sad. You invited your so-called friends to your birthday party, and none of them showed up. They made excuses, you said you understood, and you nodded away to their lies as this growing void began to expand even more in the depths of your chest and mind.

 ‘Come on, y/n, blow the candles and make a wish!’, your mum enquired.

  You compelled to her words, and suddenly a singular wish crept in your mind. I don’t want to be alone.

  You extinguished the candles just a little too late, causing their colourful wax to pool around them, but no one seemed to mind as everyone clapped and cheered you for turning one year older.

 ‘Finally fourteen!’, your aunt exclaimed happily, ‘You’re a big girl now! But you’ve got to remember, y/n, you need to watch out. Boys are out there stealing and breaking hearts, you need to be careful around them if you don’t want to get hurt.’

 …not to speak to a thief like you because you could, with a bouquet of flowers, make a move on me…  

  Another flash of thoughts, another memory to hold onto. This time, you were older. It’s been four years since your fourteenth birthday. But it was so different, oh, everything was so different. You have finally made true friends, friends that you could rely on, friends that you could trust. And amongst them, you found him.

  With a bouquet of flowers, that’s how you remember him. He showed up on your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers, one hand scratching awkwardly at the surface of his nape.

 ‘Whoa…’, you breathed out in both amazement and confusion, ‘what are these flowers for?’

He smiled shyly. ‘Isn’t it obvious?’

…just to steal my heart…

  And with a smile and a bouquet of flowers, he did.

  At least, so you thought.

 …you didn’t steal anything, you didn’t bother at all…

  You didn’t know what you did wrong. One moment you’re at the top of the world, and then suddenly you hit rock bottom. You thought everything was going well between the two of you, you could have sworn you were on top of the heels for each other. Perhaps you were. But he seemed to be so casual about it, he acted like this whole thing was a kids’ play. You had slowly started to get the feeling that he didn’t view your relationship the same way you did. While you felt like he stole your whole soul from the trembling casket of your heart, he pretended that this whole thing happened because he was so chill about it. He didn’t bother, he didn’t bother at all to steal your heart. You just gave in maybe a little too fast. He didn’t steal anything from you, it was a mere illusion that you had constructed in your attempt to feel loved and in love.

  …indifference hurts, you discouraged me…

  You thought there was something deeper about the two of you. Apparently, you were wrong and extremely disappointed.

  …chocolate instead of flowers, love did not gain momentum…  

  His attempts at reconstructing what he himself had shattered were pointless. He tried to sweeten your pain with chocolate, but it all felt so bitter. You were suddenly intollerant to sweetness and, in that moment, your love stopped gaining momentum. Just like the pendulum movement of a swing, going back and forth, then slower and slower, until the whole momentum is lost and the swing goes back to its original state. And so did you.

  …come and get from me this last favour…

    Months have passed since the spark between the two of you extinguished. Both of you have freshly graduated from highschool, and were already making preparations for college. As you went over the list you have prepared, you remembered your last day of highschool, and even though the event was still fresh in your mind, it held enormous nostalgia to it.

  For almost the whole graduating ceremony, you didn’t speak to each other at all, but dreadfulness got the best of both of you, since neither of you wanted to depart with bad feelings for each other. You were already waiting on the stage, alongside your classmates, when his name resounded through the speakers in the familiar voice of your principal. Everyone applauded, and so did you, as he joined your class on the auditorium’s stage. Out of all places, he decided to stand next to you, shuffling between you and another student, consequently apologising to the latter.

 ‘Hey…’, he said with a small voice, slight sadness reading in his eyes.

  You cleared your throat, but all you could manage was a whisper. ‘Hey to you too…’

 Silence hovered over the both of you for a second, before he spoke again hesitantly. ‘Look, y/n, I am so, so, so sorry for everything that I had done.’

  His voice sounded honest, and you decided to believe him. The distress in his eyes made your heart sap a little, and you offered him a combination of a sad and happy smile as you stared down at your feet. ‘It’s alright, I understand.’

 ‘B-but…’, his voice was still very quiet, as if he felt ashamed to speak, ‘I just… I didn’t mean to be so insensitive…’

  You lifted your head just a little, before speaking in a serene tone. ‘Everyone makes mistakes, Vernon. You were careless and indifferent, and I let myself fall for that’, you paused just for a second, feeling your heart tinge a little. What was it? Sadness? Regret? What was this feeling pooling in your chest?

 You regained your senses, though still feeling that weird sensation crawling inside you. ‘I got over it. I hope you got over it too. So, through logical deduction, we, as a collective, got over it.’

 He smiled sadly, gazing at the floor. ‘Only that I didn’t.’

  ‘One chance, that’s all you get.’

  You leaned on his car, your index finger raised to emphasise your words. After all you’ve been through, you thought you wouldn’t do something like this. But your kindness got the best of you, and so did your heart.

  He swung his car keys around his finger, perhaps to make it less obvious that his hands were shaking extremely bad. He knew he hurt you, he knew that his carelesness was the reason for your heartache, and he wanted to fix it all. And surprisingly, you gave him the oppportunity to do so.

  …i leave you with my heart, a night only for you and it…

  You were riding in his car to a destination he kept as a surprise. The tension between the two of you was thick as fog, and you stared out of the window to avoid making eye contact with him. It was still awkward, you were giving him a chance, but it couldn’t erase what has been done. You sighed, closing your eyes and praying for the best.

  It was only when you got there that you realised he took you to your favourite hang out spot when you two were really good friends – and more than friends   – and felt your heart sink a little as happy memories filled your mind. All these evenings spent lying on a picnic blanket, fingers entwined and limbs entangled into each other giving the both of you an indescribable warmth, as both of you watched the sky turning from a colourful palette of pastel colours to the navy sea of stars. All the cuddling and the shy kisses exchanged at the price of losing out of sight that new star you thought you have discovered.

  …so you can reanimate it…

   He pulled a picnic blanket out of the trunk of his car, and your heart fluttered unexpectedly at the sight of it. He gave you a shy smile before he laid the soft material on the grass, sitting down and patting the place next to him with his right hand. Without much thought, you conformed to his gesture and sat on the blanket, heart picking up its pace at the familiarity of the whole scene.

  You both sat in silence, gazing at everything but each other. The tension was growing even more, and the bubble burst when you moved your left hand for better support and accidentally placed it onto his. Your eyes snapped in his direction, and your mind yelled at you to pull away, but your heart wasn’t conforming. Instead, you found yourself leaning in, and so did he, until you could feel each other’s breath on your lips.

 … i leave you with my heart so you can do whatever it wants…

[lovelycheollie]

#64&90: He's More (Vernon)

“I won’t lie. I want to beat the hell out of any man who’s had you—you’d be smart to keep them the hell away from me—but nothing in your past can change how I feel about you.” ― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You

Words: 1793

Hi there!! Merry Christmas and happy new year friends! This scenario was supposed to be posted yesterday but apparently I just came home back then and I had to proofread it all! Hahaaha This is requested by an anon, thank you for doing so! I hope you guys like this scenario!!

Vernon was supposed to be in a giddy mood with the music playing through his earphones, but his emotions backed out from the small party. In the sight of you and the guy who stood beside your charming figure, laughing like he was in love, Vernon chose to bite his tongue and look in secrecy. His stare was death itself, gulping his emotion down as he followed the two of you walking just outside the cafeteria. The man who had a cheeky grin on his face held the pile of paper with great care while having the time of his life with you, though you were oblivious about it. Vernon’s eyes screamed murder, breaths rigid and slow, tucking his phone in the pocket of his hoodie. He knew that he was jealous, and he wasn’t going to let you know that easily.

Sure, in everyone’s eyes, Vernon was the pure silent boy who only wanted his earphones and phone until he met you on that fateful afternoon, accidentally hitting each other’s shoulder and sending the sparks up in the air. He could only fall into your gaze as he picked himself together, and when you passed apologies and giggles, he only wished to the stars to have another encounter with you again. And it happened, you with a paper bag and a huge stuff toy in front of his toned cheeks, on the stage where everyone saw everything.

“What’s your name?” He stuttered, pretending to write your name on the page where his face was printed on. His fingers were shaking, nervous and trying not to mess up in your presence.

“Y/N,” you smiled, and when you did, you gave him the paper bag and the stuffed toy in his delight. He gladly took it from your arms, feeling a small surge of electricity all over when your skin touched his.

He stood up from his seat and locked his eyes with you, redness on his cheeks but with full determination. This was his chance and he was going to make things happen. “Will you have coffee with me after this fanmeet?”

So Vernon remained silent when the bell rang and woke him up from the daydream, the glass door swinging open. He returned his eyes on the clutter of the table, fumbling with his thumbs on his phone. You paused at your feet as you scanned the room and looked for your boyfriend. Your friend did the same as well, and when he saw your sweetheart, Vernon swore under his breath while giving you a sulky expression.

“Vernon!” You ran to his direction, the bag behind you bouncing up and down. A smile curved up to his lips, but with a snap, it turned into a frown when the man ran along with her. “Vernon you’re here! We’ve been looking for you!”

“We?” Vernon mouthed, your eyebrows knitted together.

His eyes disturbed you with a sudden chill on your shoulders. You just brushed it off, thinking that he was just alright. “Yeah, we’ve searched the whole building just for you. I had to ask your manager just to find you, and here you are, wearing your pink hoodie that I love.”

“Yeah.”

“Well um,” you coughed and pushed a chunk of hair at the back of your ear. “This is Jooheon, rapper, my childhood friend and-“

“Best friend ever since. You’ve told me a million times already,” he replied to you, and your best friend can only bitterly smile as Vernon continued to glare at him.

Jooheon offered his hand at him, and unwillingly your boyfriend gave him his hand as well, fingers tight and cold. “Hi. I just followed her since it’s a bad habit of hers to get lost whenever she looks around.”

“Hello Jooheon, and yeah, I know that.”

You inserted yourself from their introduction. “Hey boyfriend.”

“What?”

“Have you heard of their comeback song? It’s so good, especially when Jooheon rapped his part. Dramama ramama.”

“You flatter me too much Y/N”

“How do you even make lines like that? They’re quite the masterpiece themselves.”

“What the,” The poor boy thought to himself. “The nerve of these two! Don’t they know Y/N’s boyfriend is in front of them? I swear Jooheon, I swear!”

In the middle of making fun of Jooheon’s steps in their new piece, Vernon stood up with a thud on the floor, making you flinch. It was lightning fast, but enough for you to sneak a glance on the small pout that he had. The two of you were left speechless as he took the pile of paper from your best friend’s arms and walked out of the room, quick paces and tapping sound bouncing in the hallway.

Jooheon’s mouth formed a huge circle, shocked at how Vernon acted in front of him. But as soon as he figured it all out, a playful grin blossomed on his cheeks. He knew that the boy was feeling icky and weird for himself. The boy was jealous, and you were little-miss-unaware.

“Hey Y/N, you should go. Your boyfriend probably waited for a long time you know,” he talked, casually pushing you towards the door.

“Jooheon, your voice is enough to make me feel bad.”

“Well you should be. We’ve been touring this building for awhile now and for all we know he might’ve waited for you ever since forever.”

You snickered as you went outside the room. “Okay that is an exaggeration. And I get what you’re saying. I should go.”

You sprinted to the end of the hallway as Jooheon stayed behind. He laughed again, imagining the two of you being lovey dovey to relieve Vernon from his loving aches. “And Y/N?”

You turned your head at his direction. “What is it?”

“If things go rough, don’t forget to tell him that he’s the best!”

Vernon continued to walk in his rushed pace, carrying the pile and wondering what it was for and if were following him. He wanted you to, simply because he had enough of you and your best friend acting chummy together. The touches, the laughter, the formality, it made him crazy inside. The pout on his lips was visible and he wanted it to stay there.

“Vernon! Wait up! You have long legs and I don’t so wait for me!” You were out of breath when you finally caught up with Vernon who didn’t even dare to look at you. You wiped your forehead and paused for a bit, only to see your boyfriend a mile away from you again. A sigh escaped your lips, running for the last time and grabbing his shoulder. “Stop walking you physically fit nerd! I told you to wait for me!”

“Why’d you follow me? I thought Jooheon was going to be beside you for the whole day.”

“With his busy schedule that’s going to be impossible,” you strolled beside him, marching along with his rhythm. You eyes fell on his face as the light hits his features. With his pouting lips like that, you had a hard time holding yourself back to kiss him. “Besides, he’s done enough, carrying that pile of flyers.”

He continued to walk, not even thinking of facing you. “Flyers for what?”

“To promote Seventeen of course! Jooheon asked me why I had a lot of flyers, and that was because I wanted to promote and support you guys!”

“What did your best friend say?”

“He just laughed and patted me on the head. He’s such a dork.”

Vernon rolled his eyes as he clicked his tongue and stopped on his tracks. He turned to you, quick but cautious for the beloved papers. “You like being patted on the head now? Are you a dog?”

“What? No I am not a dog!”

“Next time I’ll be hearing from you it’s going to be Jooheon tickling you on the chin and rubbing your belly.”

“Oh please shut up, at least he knows where to find me and help me when I need it.”

“It’s alright, he’s a lot nicer than me,” and you felt a pang of guilt on your chest when you heard him speak. His gaze was on the ground, still walking, but passing you and everyone else in the hallway. You chased him with wider steps, listening to him while you saw his expression change. “He’s more fitter than me, a better rapper than me, better at making you smile than me.”

You quickened your pace and halted in front of him as he skidded on his own feet. A sheet or two fell on the floor but you just shrugged it off. His face was not interested in you, and his eyes was staring at a distance, but you knew that he was willing to listen to you and what you wanted to say. “Boyfriend of mine! Look at me!”

But he rolled his eyes to the other side. “Hey look at me, your pretty babe!”

“Let’s just go home Y/N, I’m tired.”

“Tired or not you will look and listen to me Hansol Vernon Chwe!” You grabbed his face and shoved your face near him, just two inches away from touching his lips with yours. “Jooheon may be better than you at some point, but you will always be the best for me! Besides, Jooheon is just a friend for me and he feels the same! And I love you! I love you Vernon, so please stop being jealous of that idiot and be romantic with me. I miss holding hands with you.”

And now Vernon remembered the reason why he fell in love with you after he took you out for a cup of coffee after that fanmeet. You just leave him speechless with the way you handle everything. You take the words from his mouth, and he loved you just with that. And all that he could do to return the emotions you’ve given him was a simple kiss. Just a sweet pucker on the lips was all it took for you to realize what was going on..

He stole a kiss from you, making you red from the sudden gesture, the minty vanilla flavor lingering on the tip of your lips. You covered your mouth as you hit him with the other hand, sending him to an endless fit of chuckles. Along with the pile of paper and jealousy, the peck was enough to make him whole again. “If you make me jealous again Y/N, I swear, you’ll never get a kiss from me again.”

“Oh shut up Vernon, you’d still kiss me either way.”

He grinned. “You were never wrong, so I guess you’re right sweet cheeks.”

“You know I’m always right Vernon, and I’m right about choosing you, you jealous little nerd.”