Synopsis: You surprise Vernon with a bouquet of flowers
Genre: tooth rotting fuff
Warnings: None that I can think of
A/n: This is my first time writing for svt pls bear with me
Vernon was sitting on the kitchen island, laptop open, tapping away at something when you walked in. His hair was messy, hoodie sleeves pushed up, and a pair of wireless earbuds half-dangling from his ears.
You silently strolled over to the other side of the island, plopped a bouquet down next to his laptop like it was an everyday thing, leaning casually against the counter.
Vernon paused mid-typing. He looked at the flowers, then up at you, his brows pulling together.
“For me?” he asked, a little smile playing on his lips.
“Yeah,” you said simply, pushing them a little closer to him.
He blinked a few times, obviously surprised but not in a bad way. “Why?”
You shrugged like it was no big deal. “Went to see my friend, you know, the one at the flower shop, and I saw these. They made me think of you.”
Vernon stayed quiet, setting his laptop aside and giving you his full attention.
You gestured lazily at the bouquet, picking at the paper wrapping.
“There’s pale yellow roses,” you said, voice light, casual. “They reminded me of you when you wear bright colors. Like that soft, calm feeling you get in the morning when sunlight's just starting to come through the window.”
You fiddled with the edge of the bouquet, smiling a little.
“And the dark blue ones, they're delphiniums. They made me think of you when you're wearing darker colors. Like that time, we went to the beach at night, and you were standing near the water, and the moonlight was hitting the waves, making them sparkle. You looked like... you belonged there. Like part of the ocean and the sky at the same time.”
You laughed under your breath, still not really looking at him.
“Oh, and there’s eucalyptus too,” you added, tapping a few of the green sprigs. “I dunno, it felt like you, that kind of clean, calm energy you have without even trying.”
You finished talking, still casual, until you glanced up and realized Vernon hadn’t said a single word the entire time.
He was just staring at you.
Not blinking. Not moving.
Just... looking at you, like you had handed him the whole world and asked him to hold it for a second
Immediately, the confidence you had started with melted into sheer panic.
You ducked your head, your fingers tangling up in the strings of your hoodie.
“I mean, it’s not like a big thing or anything,” you mumbled quickly. “Just thought you’d... like them.”
When you finally dared a peek, Vernon was setting the bouquet down carefully, almost reverently, before sliding off the island to come around to your side.
He stopped right in front of you, searching your face like he was trying to memorize it.
“...You’re unreal,” he said finally, voice rough and a little shaky.
You tried to hide your face again, but he caught your wrists gently and held them down, grinning at you in that slow, quiet way he only did when he was really feeling something.
“Seriously,” he said. “I don’t even know what to say right now.”
You could only shrug helplessly, your heart hammering against your ribs.
Vernon let out a soft breath, still smiling. He looked down at the flowers again, then back at you.
“You’re the coolest person I’ve ever met,” he said, like it was just a fact, like it wasn’t even up for debate.
He leaned forward and bumped his forehead lightly against yours, swaying you both a little.
“Thanks, babe,” he whispered. “I’m gonna take care of them like they’re made of gold.”
You laughed quietly, eyes fluttering shut for a second.
And there he was, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
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