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Johnny's Real-Life Fantasy

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Johnny grabs your chin and forces your head up at him, looking down at you. Pretty brown eyes flickered between your lips back to your eyes. He looked back down at your lips and moved closer, then he paused and looked you in your eyes then he moved in, his rose lips meeting yours. Then not. Not as he was brutally awoken, he heard something. It was loud and most definitely in his apartment. He figured it was you, his beautiful flatmate that he often had lovely dreams about. He was in love with you. How could he not be, You did everything together, shopping? You were following. Going to hang with friends...You wanna tag along? Taking a shower? No, he never asked that one. He dozes off as he thinks himself back into the dream mindset. Just as he falls into another fantasy dream about you when he hears your particularly creaky door open. Johnny forces himself to stay up just to hear you go back into your room. He's up for a few minutes waiting. Then he sat up, confused. Why didn't you go back to your room? Where were you? He swung his long pajama-clad legs off the side of his bed and turned his lamp on. He stood up, standing for a moment before walking drowsily to his bedroom door. He opened it and almost fell, you were standing in front of his door with your hand down as if you were about to open the door before he opened it. Your eyes shifted from where your hand was frozen, up to his face. You were wrapped in a blanket, hair all messy from what he assumed was from tossing and turning considering the dark circles beneath your gorgeous eyes. He didn't even say anything, he opened his arms.

He held you under his covers, looking down at you as you slept in his arms, starting to fall asleep in his real-life fantasy.

Penelope 🐾

Don't fucking steal my work lazy cunt.
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