#none of the other main characters have that problem (as far as I know)
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Is there an actual reason why Chris's eyes change colour? They started off blue, then hazel/brown then back to blue again, his eyes are clearly brown Death Island which is set before RE8 but in RE8 his eyes are blue.
Why is it so difficult to be consistent with his eye colour?
#it's kinda bothering me like you'd think they'd be consistent with a main character's eye colour of all things#chris redfield#none of the other main characters have that problem (as far as I know)#well I suppose Wesker is on the same boat now#remake Wesker's eyes are green with orange edges#they're NOT hazel#hazel eyes are brown in the middle and green/blue on the outside#wesker is the opposite; his eyes are green in the middle and orange/brown on the outside#if his eyes ARE hazel then it's not the usual kind of hazel#unless he's wearing contact lenses to hide the fact that he's mutated and to lay low I don't know why they changed his eye colour :/#or he has chromatophores in his eyes and can change the colour of them at will???#or the virus he's infected with has reindeer dna in it or some shit#reindeer eyes change colour to the seasons; golden in the summer and blue in the winter
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What's your favorite scary movie?
pairing;Â vernon chwe x f reader
genre; horror, smut (minor dni), angst, toxic
summary;Â The summer after graduating high school is supposed to be one last hurrah before you and your friends head off to college---none of you expected it to become a horror movie.
content warnings; PLEASE READ ALL OF THE WARNINGS! 90s au, multiple murders, police, alluding to self harm, drugs/alcohol (mentioned and usage), overdose, knives, blood -- detailed scenes of harm/murder, funeral/memorials, fighting, bullying/harassment, degrading names, "slut" shaming, mild alluding to sexual assault (past/present), self confidence/esteem issues, depression, alludes to other behavioral/mental problems being present, crying, stalking/spying, obsession, yandere!vernon. all main characters are adults -- just graduated high school (vernon & other svt cameos have been aged down). the reader has a classic small town suburbs nuclear family (mentions parents obviously), vernon's "mother" briefly mentioned. this fic is full of really horrible people.
smut warnings;Â virgin!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), quick handjob, crying (pleasure), corruption/innocence kink, petnames, praise, pulling out, cum on skin -- aftercare, brief post-sex dysphoria.
w/c; 30k and some change  (870 extra words for patreon bonus)Â
a/n; thank you to @junkissed for proofreading for me and giving me strength to push through and finish this despite all the shit that kept trying to knock me down. this fic is a lot, so please if you have made it this far in my notes make sure you read all the warnings -- keep in mind this is my halloween fic, so i didn't hold back. dark au mars is back strong.
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Trailing behind your friends, you laugh when your best friend Caitlin pulls at your arm, urging you towards the front of the group. âY/N!â You roll your eyes as she whines your name, extending the last of it dramatically before laying her head on your shoulder and putting her arm through yours. âCan I sit between you and Christen this time? This movie is supposed to be hella scary.âÂ
Hearing his name, the self-appointed leader of your group, slows his strides to match yours and, in turn, Caitlinâs. âWhat about me?âÂ
You liked your friends but they could be a bit much. You had known Caitlin the longest. The two of you had been friends since middle school and she was the person you could rely on the most, but that all changed when the two of you went to high school and your bodies and personalities started to change. Boys started to pay attention to you more and Caitlinâs personality soured.Â
Christen wasnât the type of person that you ever saw yourself being friends with before. He was the most popular guy at school and the captain of the football team, but none of those things mattered anymore. After graduation this year, you thought all of those trivial things would fall by the wayside, that your friends would start acting a bit less like they were still in high school and yet it was like they never left.Â
âCaitlin wants to sit between us for the movie. Itâs supposed to be really scary. I donât minââÂ
âYou know I like the end seat.âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you start to speak up again when Christen sighs and puts his hand around your waist, pulling you from Caitlin and causing the girl to scowl at you. âI like the end seat and you always have to piss like five times during a movie. Letâs keep the seats like we always do. That okay with you, Cat?âÂ
Staring at Christen, Caitlin wants to be mad and tell him no, but the moment he calls her by the nickname he had given her, she swoons and just nods. âUh huh⊠sure, Christen.âÂ
âSee.â Turning his attention back to you, Christen winks. âItâs all good, baby. Now, put a smile on that face; donât be a buzzkill. If you get scared, you can just hold on to me.â Tugging you closer, he grins before finally letting you walk on your own.Â
From the time that you had met him your sophomore year, Christen had never been shy about how he felt about you. You wouldnât call it a crush. A crush was something sweet and something that, if you didnât reciprocate, the other person might move on. What Christen felt for you was possessive and like you owed him something. You were like a target or an end prize and he hadnât won just yet, but to him there were still plenty of levels left in the game.Â
Wrapping your arms around yourself, you glance back at Caitlin as she scoffs at her "boyfriend,â Jae. You felt bad for him. It was so obvious how much he liked Caitlin. He would follow behind her like a puppy, buy her anything she wanted, and be at her beck and call even when she was drooling over another guy. You had watched as Caitlin had belittled Jae in front of others and refused to call him her boyfriend but then gotten angry if he didnât refer to her as his girlfriend. It was a complicated situation that you honestly didnât understand.Â
âJust⊠Stop touching me. Did you bring money for candy?â Caitlinâs voice is sharp, still irritated from the interaction with Christen and now Jae was walking too close to her. In her mind, she always got second best while you did nothing and got first pick. You didnât even act like you wanted Christen; it was devastating.Â
âYeah, of course I did. You can get anything you want, babe.â Jaeâs voice is a bit defeated, but at least he was going to be able to sit next to Caitlin. He had gotten nervous when she had asked to switch seats. It wasnât like he could tell her where to sit... he wasnât like that. She was a strong-willed girl; she always had been, but that was one of the things he loved about her.Â
Making a face at Jaeâs words, Caitlin steps forward and sighs dramatically, not hearing the way Alanna and Juwon copy her just a few steps behind her. They were the lucky two out of the friend group in their own personal opinions. They knew exactly where they fit in the hierarchy.Â
There was the king, Christian, and his would-be queen if only you would accept his hand. The princess who wants to be queen, Caitlin, and her dog turned prince, Jae. Meanwhile, Alanna and Juwon belonged in the court together. They were happy to cheer each of you on and laugh when you failed.Â
They had been dating since freshman year and a day hadnât gone by that someone was complaining about seeing Juwonâs tongue down Alannaâs throat. Another strong opinion that the two shared was that if you didnât want to see them making out, you could look in the other direction.Â
âBabeeeee!â Alanna whines mocking Caitlin as she pulls on Juwonâs arm, causing the boy laugh as he looks at her fondly. âBuy me candy?â Batting her lashes, Alanna blows a kiss in his direction that Juwon pretends to catch before reaching into his pocket to take out his wallet, handing it to her.Â
âMy money is your money, princess.â Another wave of laughter erupts from the back of the group as Alanna pushes Juwonâs wallet back towards him. Now the two have caught the attention of everyone.Â
âThe hell are you two doing? Are you high?â Christenâs voice is stern, but the layer of his own amusement only serves to make Juwon laugh as he shakes his head and pulls Alanna forward towards the doors of the theater.Â
âNope, not yet. Give me a few hours and Iâll be so fuckinâ chill I might not remember your name.âÂ
Smiling, you lift your fingers to your lips to hide it as Alanna pokes at your side when she passes by you, giving you a wink. For all their heavy PDA and following the leader's behavior, you got along with them well. They had been nice to you, even when your best friend hadnât.Â
âUgh, as if. You canât think now, Juwon. This is why you two are going to a community college. Youâve fucking rotted your brains with weed. Itâs gross.â Caitlin watches as Alanna throws up her middle finger before blowing her a kiss and disappearing behind the theater door. âIt is gross. Iâm right, arenât I, Y/N?âÂ
You tilt your head and struggle with what to say as you all get closer to the doors that your friends had just gone through. âIâwell. Itâs their choice.â Feeling bad that you canât just tell Caitlin to shut up and to leave Juwon and Alanna alone, you find yourself muttering as she scoffs, turning her attention to Jae for support who gives it willingly.Â
Feeling the weight of having to agree with Caitlin off your shoulders, you unzip your bag, the air conditioner hits you like a breeze when Christen opens the doors and steps inside. You purse your lips and fish out a five-dollar bill, not paying attention to whatâs in front of you until you hear Christenâs and another guyâs voice.Â
âWassup, man? Still manning this place like a fucking loser?âÂ
âStill making money, so yeah, if thatâs what you wanna call it. Just one?âÂ
âNah, two. Me and Y/N.âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you lift your money up to show it to Christen just as you see whoâs behind the ticket counter. Vernon Chwe, another member of your graduating class. You didnât know him well, but as often as you and your friends came to the movies, you saw him in passing. He was always nice to you, and he was easy on the eyes.Â
âAlready paid for. SeeâŠâ Reaching over the counter, Christen rips two tickets for himself before winking at Vernon and passing one to you.Â
You can see the irritation written on Vernonâs face, but he manages to keep his cool. He wasnât like Christen or anyone else in your group. He didnât hang out in the commons area or at the mall like you did. You knew that he worked here and that he had a cool car. You found him intriguing.Â
Moving towards Christen quickly, you take the ticket and look at Vernon apologetically. âIâm sorry. That was so rude.â Looking up at your friend, you whine, âThat wasnât cool, Christen...âÂ
Instead of offering his own apology to Vernon, Christen just laughs and taps you on the tip of your nose. âWhatever, baby. Donât get mad about it. Iâm just playinâ with Vern. Come on. Let me buy you a snack.âÂ
Vernon watches as Christen tries to take your hand but you manage to keep it from him. Tilting his head, he finds it curious. He didnât know if you were dating the guy or not, but he didnât like him; he never had.Â
âUm, excuse me... Dodgy, loser, man? I need two tickets.âÂ
Turning his attention back towards Caitlin, Vernon sighs and rips off two tickets before taking $10 from Jae. âEnjoy the movie.â The moment she is out of earshot, Vernon adds, âBitch.âÂ
He could hear you and your friends at the concession stand. It wasnât a busy night and the theater wasnât running a full staff. If it had been any other group, Vernon might have put a bit more pep in his step, making his way over from the counter, but he could already hear the bitchy girl complaining, so he took his time.Â
âOh, my god. Does this place not have anyone else working?âÂ
Muttering for Caitlin to hush, you rub your neck as Vernon sighs and moves to the middle of the concession stand before lifting his hands. âWhat can I get for you guys?â He didnât really care; well, maybe he cared what you wanted. You had been kind to him and it wasnât the first time. Every time he had seen you here or run into you at school, you were nice. You were also gorgeous, so that didnât hurt your case either.Â
âTwo large cokes, a medium popcorn, and some M&Ms. Also, could you like... not take all night? The movie is supposed to start in thirty minutes.â Leaning on the counter, Caitlin watches as Vernon shifts his head to the side slightly before grabbing two large cups and filling them with ice. She remembered him from school and the other times they had been here. He was weird. She had a few classes with him and he had always sat in the back and avoided talking to people except when he had to.Â
âOh my god, Y/N, do you remember Miss Lewisâ calculus class from that last semester?âÂ
Taken aback by Caitlinâs question, you look from her back towards the counter before tilting your head. âIâyeah? What about it?â This was the type of thing that you hated about your friends. They lived in the past; every day was still a day of the glory of high school, whereas you were ready to move on.Â
âThis dude was in that class. We had that stupid ass icebreaker, remember? Like a weird fact about us? He said he was allergic to peanuts.â Cailtin snorts into a laugh as she meets Vernonâs eyes, his brow lifting to her memory.Â
âWellâI, I rememberââÂ
âMan, that must fuckinâ suck. Can you eat anything? What happens if you eat a peanut? Would you die? Swell up like a fatass.âÂ
Juwon had been doing so well until that moment, but he was good at following the leader and at that moment Caitlin was playing her best queen bully bee role. Beside you, Christen laughs under his breath before leaning on the counter as Vernon tries to ignore them, fixing the rest of the order before giving the total to Jae, who slides over the money.Â
âAnyone else want anything? Iâd hate for you to miss the previews because youâre being assholes.âÂ
Surprised by Vernonâs words, the laughter dies off. No smiles are left except a slight one on your face.Â
Christen doesnât say anything before he reaches over to take a box of milk duds from the display showing them to Vernon and tossing a dollar bill on to the counter. âThanks for nothing, bitch.âÂ
You try to stay; you want to apologize to Vernon for your friends one more time, but Christenâs hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you forward hard. âLetâs go, Y/N. You can share a drink with Caitlin. She didnât need a fucking large anyway.âÂ
The movie theater didnât have many others besides your group. After a few stragglers made their way in finding a seat, you tried to settle into your own and focus on the screen. You werenât the biggest fan of scary movies, but there wasnât much to do on a Thursday and you had already spent too many days staring at the same stores at the mall.Â
When the lights go off completely and the screen lights up, you find yourself trying to make yourself smaller in your seat to keep your leg away from Christenâs hand when he stretches his fingers and smirks over at you. âChill, are you scared already? Itâs just the previews, baby.âÂ
You wished that you had the guts to tell him to stop calling you baby and that you werenât scared. You just wished that heâd keep his fingers away from the end of your shorts. Shaking your head, you offer him a strained smile as you lean towards Caitlin, taking a few M&Ms she offers you before eating one of them. âNot scared, just a little cold.âÂ
âYou want my jacket?âÂ
God, you couldnât win, but maybe that would keep his hands off your skin. Nodding, you watch Christen stand up despite the groans from those behind you. Taking the jacket, you lay it over your legs and smile a bit wider at him. âThanks, Christen.âÂ
Now Caitlin was regretting sharing anything with you. Tilting the box of candy away from you as she watches you tuck the jacket around your legs, Caitlin scoffs and takes a long sip of her drink.Â
By the end of the movie, you find that you donât have that much to be worried about. It wasnât as much of a scary movie as you thought it would have been. The acting wasnât great and the story had been predictable. You seemed to be the only one who seemed to think that way as the rest of your friends loudly discussed how good it was as you all moved through the theater lobby.Â
Taking up the rear, you hold Christenâs jacket in your arms, waiting for the right moment to give it back to him until you see Vernon sweeping some popcorn off the floor near the concession stand. Maybe you could get in that apology now. Watching your friends for a moment longer, you let them keep going as you hang back and head in Vernonâs direction.Â
âHey⊠Vernon?âÂ
Furrowing his brows, Vernon lifts his head, sighing when he sees you standing in front of him. He hadnât expected that, especially seeing you alone. Glancing around for your entourage, heâs surprised to see them closer to the front doors instead of right on your heels. âYeah, whatâs up? How was the movie?âÂ
Opening your mouth, you close it quickly, not sure how to answer him at first, but you shift on your feet and smile at him. âIt wasâit was okay. I mean, I think everyone could guess what they did last summer by how guilty they were acting.â Shaking your head, you sigh and glance down at your hands, gripping the jacket tighter in your hands. You werenât sure why Vernon made you so nervous, his gaze making your cheeks heat up with how his smirk pulled up at the corner of his lips.Â
âYeah, not my favorite either, honestly.â Lowering his eyes to the jacket in your hands, Vernon takes a breath and shakes his head. He wasnât an idiot; he had seen that jacket on Prince CharmingâChristen, before the movie. âDid you need something, Y/N?âÂ
You werenât sure that Vernon even knew your name so hearing him say it startles you, but of course he did. You had graduated together and probably had several classes together. It was silly of you to think he didnât know your name; even Christen had said it before the movie. Maybe it was more that Vernon was saying it. Why did it matter?Â
âOh, no. Sorry, I know you are busy. I justâmy friends, Iâm so sorry. They arenât always shitty.â Even you knew that was a lie, but that was what you did. You made excuses for them. You could see that Vernon knew it was a lie too, as he smiles and nods along with your words.Â
âSure, itâs whatever. Didnât bother meââÂ
âY/N, what the hell are you doing?â Christenâs voice startles you with how close it is. Vernon watches how your body jerks in surprise and he furrows his brows, feeling a pang of anger taking over him at how someone could scare you so easily.Â
âIâI was coming. I justââ You werenât sure what to say to Christen, especially when you meet his eyes and see him glare at Vernon. You had made it worse. Turning towards your friend, you sigh and laugh but even you can tell itâs fake. âLetâs go. We were going to get froyo, right?âÂ
âWhat the fuck were you saying to her, freak?â Christen was fuming that you were talking to Vernon, but what pissed him off even more was that Vernon had been smiling at you. You had gone over to him by yourself and it looked like some loser was flirting with you. That wouldnât happen, not while he was breathing.Â
Pushing at Christenâs chest, you whine his name before glancing over at Vernon apologetically as he shakes his head and leans on his broom. How wasnât he afraid of Christen? You were friends with Christen and you were afraid of him at times.Â
The damage was done; the rest of your friends had made their way back over the concession stand, where the tension was growing thicker. Caitlin looked equal parts disgusted and amused as she watched Christen yell at Vernon. Jae stood behind her, confused look on his face as if he didnât know if he wanted to be there or if he had to be there, and Alanna and Juwon were already laughing. Thatâs what they always did. They wanted to see a fight; that would be better than the movie to them. Meanwhile, you were horrified at the idea.Â
âPlease, can we just go?â Your voice is strained as you push at Christen, unable to get him to budge.Â
His hand moves to grip your forearm, causing you to hiss in pain as he pulls you from in front of him and towards Caitlin, who wraps her arm around your waist, holding you closer to her and Jae. âIâm not leaving until I wipe this stupid smile off this freakâs face. I donât like how he looks at you, Y/N. Heâs a perv.âÂ
Nodding along with his words, Caitlin hums against your hair as she keeps you close to her even as you groan in annoyance. âTotally, he was staring at her the entire time. Made me wanna hurl. Like, seriously, loser? You think you can look at my best friend and itâs okay?âÂ
Now you were her best friend and she was protective of you? Only when she could make someone else miserable or make you miserable while doing it. Pulling from Cailtin, you tug on Christenâs shirt and beg for him to leave with you. âPlease, can we go? You promised to buy me a snack and to get me home early.â Avoiding Vernonâs eyes as he grips his broom a bit tighter, his jaw clenched, you tug harder on Christenâs shirt.Â
Smirking at Vernon, Christen takes a step back, putting up his hands as if heâs being the bigger man. He moves towards you and Cailtin so he can wrap his arm around you and this time you let him. Vernon can see the discomfort in your eyes, his brows furrowing slightly, but what you are doing seems to work as Christen takes his jacket from you and sighs happily as if heâs won the girl, leading you out of the theater.Â
âYou owe Vernon a night off.âÂ
Wen Junhui looked bored as he watched Lee Chan leaning far too close to the television in front of him as he gripped the Sega controller in his hands. Vernon just sighs and shakes his head, dismissing his friendâs comment. He knew what Jun was getting at, but he wasnât worried about it.Â
âI can work next week if you want me too.â Chan, or as he preferred to be called, Dino winces as his pixelated character is killed, taking him back to the beginning of the level. âWhat day were you thinking? I have an English paper due like Wednesday, so... if it could be after thatââÂ
âItâs fine, dude. You donât have to worry about it.âÂ
âThe fuck he doesnât. Why didnât you tell me those assholes were giving you so much shit, huh?â Jun knew that Vernon didnât want to talk about what had happened at work, but he was getting tired of seeing his friend let people walk all over him because he was too nice. âEvery single one of them is sketchy and Iâm tempted to ask Seungcheol to get them banned.âÂ
Now Dino was paying attention, the controller was back on the table and the game paused, letting the menu music play on repeat as he listened to his friends. Jun was pissed and Vernon looked as calm as always until Jun implicated everyone. That caused him to sit up and shake his head as he reached for one of the cheap beers the three had been sharing over the past week.Â
âNot all of them are assholes, alright? And I have it handled. Iâm not fucking worried about Christen, his big ass ego or his little followers.âÂ
Vernon had said it himself, Christenâs little followers. To Jun, that was all of them, and Vernon wasnât changing his mind any time soon. âYeah, whatever. Next time they come in and pull something, come get me from the box. Donât just let them push you around. I donât care if you think that one chick is hot or not. Sheâs still his bitcââÂ
âHey!â There were very few times that Vernon raised his voice at either of his friends, so when he did it made the air in the room shift. âJust⊠Shut your damn mouth about her. She wasnât doing anything wrong. Y/N⊠She was trying to apologize for the rest of them and then Christenâyou know what? It doesnât matter. Here.âÂ
Pushing the can towards Dino, Vernon stands when the youngest of their group takes the beer and puts it on the table, watching him pull on his leather jacket. Jun shakes his head and lets out a long sigh when Vernon picks up the keys to his car and searches for his beanie.Â
âI didnât mean to piss you off. I didnâtâlook alright? Vernon, I didnât know all of that. Ya, know, what Y/N did? Iâm sorry I started to call her his bitch. Iâm just⊠Iâm done with them messing with you.âÂ
Pulling his black beanie over his hair, Vernon shrugs and shoves his keys into his jacket. âItâs fine. Iâm not pissed; Iâm just tired. Iâm gonna get home; Iâll see yâall later.âÂ
Watching Vernon walk out of the room, Jun rubs the back of his neck, feeling a bit of regret wash over him. He knew he had pushed a bit too hard but Vernon had been acting off for months. He had known him since they were freshmen and neither of them had ever fit in, but they found their own way together. It was just lately Vernon was different; Jun felt like he didnât know the person he called his best friend.Â
Gripping the wheel of his 1989 Chevy Beretta, Vernon sighs as he leans his head back against the headrest hard. It was starting to get late, but he couldnât seem to get himself to go home. Instead he kept turning on to familiar roads, his eyes scanning the houses.Â
Vernon knew where he was. This was your street. The house on the right was yours, and the window with the light on, second floor⊠that was your room. Slowing down to a crawl, Vernon swallows hard as he leans to look at the curtains covering your window. He wished they werenât there, as bad as that was. Sometimes he wished he could just get one glimpse of you instead of a shadow of you crossing in front of them, but he would take what he could get.Â
Sighing loudly, Vernon pushes his foot down on the gas and takes a right, leaving your house behind. Tapping his thumb on his steering wheel, a smirk pulls at his lips as he eases by Caitlinâs house. He supposed this was why the two of you became friends. It was more a friendship of convenience living a street over from your best friend. Christen, however, didnât live on the street.Â
In fact, Vernon knew that Christen lived at least a fifteen-minute drive away in a gated community. So why was his car parked outside of Caitlinâs house? Wasnât this the same guy who was threatening Vernon for daring to look at you and acting like you were his property?Â
Narrowing his eyes at the only window with a light still on, Vernon lifts his brow when he sees Christen pull Caitlin back against him. He was seeing a lot more of her than he ever wanted to. It wasnât like Vernon was shocked to find out that Christen was sleeping with Caitlin. That made more sense than Caitlin dating Jae, but it didnât seem like they were even trying to hide it. Not from Jae and not from you. Did either one of you know? Now he was curious.Â
Ten minutes later, Vernon puts his car in park and purses his lips as he looks around the street. There werenât many cars for this to be an uppity part of town. Turning his attention towards the house he had stopped in front of, he starts to think that no one is at home until he sees a light on the third floor. It seemed that the person he wanted to see might just be home after all.Â
Shoving his keys into his pocket, Vernon sniffs hard, the colder night air biting at his nose as he makes his way to the front door of the nice house. Pressing the doorbell, he waits for a few moments until the door opens and Jae gives him a confused look, tilting his head.Â
âUh, hey?â Jae was surprised to see Vernon at his front door. That had been the very last person he expected to see, especially this late at night. He knew Vernon better than anyone else in his circle of friends, but he would never admit it to any of them. Before he had been brought into the inner circle, he had been in a similar situation to Vernonâs; the major difference had been that his family had money and he couldâand didâuse it to climb the ranks. ââSup?âÂ
Nodding his head in Jaeâs direction, Vernon glances behind him, scanning for anyone in the house, but it all seems quiet. It appeared that Jae was the only one at home. That was good. It was better for what Vernon needed to tell him. âHey, can I come in? I, uhâŠâ Rubbing at the back of his neck, he tries to smile a bit, but it seems as forced as it is. âJust wanna talk to you about something.âÂ
Was this about what had happened at the theater? Jaeâs stomach was in his throat. He didnât really want to deal with this, but he did feel a little shitty about how that had all gone down. He could have reigned Caitlin in a bit more, but... even he knew he was lying to himself. âUh, sure. Yeah, come in. My parents are out of town so Iâm not really supposed to have people over butââ Sighing to himself at how stupid he sounds, Jae shakes his head and gestures at the stairs for Vernon to go up. âWhatever, we can talk in my room. Iâm on the third floor; my doors open.âÂ
Lifting his brows, Vernon smirks a bit as he lowers his head and moves through the door towards the staircase. Jae sounded like a kid who was breaking his parentâs rules, not like a recent graduate who was going to some Ivy League school in the fall. Vernon knew he shouldnât find that as amusing as he did, but it was fitting with how Jae treated everything else in his lifeâincluding his girlfriend.Â
âCool, nice fucking place, man.â Jogging up the stairs, Vernon barely gives the house a second glance as he makes his way to the third floor and turns towards the open door. The room was decorated just as he thought it might be and yet it was still shocking.Â
The bed was made perfectly, books lined pristine shelves, and there were pictures of Caitlin everywhere. What was even more interesting was that there were only two pictures in the entire room that included Jae and Caitlin. This wasnât a room; it was a shrine to Jaeâs cheating, whore girlfriend.Â
Watching Vernon look around his room, Jae finds himself feeling a bit embarrassed and overwhelmed at having another person in his space. He wasnât even used to having Caitlin in his room often. She didnât come over much and when she did, it was more of a rare treat for Jae.Â
"Iâuh, what did you need to talk to me about? Is thisâlook if this is about what was said at the theaterââ
âNah, man. Itâs fine.â Shaking his head, Vernon keeps moving around the room, picking up a picture of Jae standing behind Caitlin as she smiles brightly. What he notices the most about the picture is how they arenât touching, not even his hand on her arm. âSheâs a handful, huh?âÂ
Tilting his head slightly before straightening it, Jae looks at the picture in Vernonâs hand before crossing his arms. Where was this going? He was feeling more and more uncomfortable as the seconds ticked by, and he was wondering if he should regret letting Vernon in his house.Â
âIâsheâs, sure. Sometimes. Whatâs this about? You said you wanted to talk about something.âÂ
Putting the picture down, Vernon makes sure it is in the same place as it was before he rests back against the desk, his hands next to him on either side. âYeah. You know, itâs funny. I drove past Cailin's. I was just driving around... You know how it is.â Tilting his head, Vernon meets Jaeâs eyes as he sighs. âAnyway, it was funny âcause Christenâs car was at her house. I thought that was weird until I happened to see them in her bedroom window.âÂ
Jae scoffs, starting to feel not only embarrassed but defensive of his girlfriendâs honor. What was Vernon doing looking in her bedroom window in the first place? Taking a step forward, he drops his hands, making them into fists at his sides. âHeyââÂ
âNot like she has up curtains. I wasnât tryinâ to see your girl like that, scouts honor, but needless to sayâŠâ Moving his hands from the desk, Vernon puts them at his chest, cupping them like he would a girlâs breasts to make sure Jae understands, seeing the boyâs face flush. âChristen is banging your chick, dude. Just thought youâd wanna know.âÂ
Taking a step forward, Jae stops and pushes his lips together, trying to think of what to say. It wasnât like he didnât know, but it was more the fact that Vernon was at his house and telling him about it. âShut the hell up, you freak. First you spy on my girlfriend and thenâthen you come here to what? Try toâI donât know what you want!âÂ
âI donât want anything, Jae. I was trying to help your stupid ass out.â Vernonâs voice is angry, a layer of malice the moment that Jae has the audacity to call him a freak. Everyone else had, but not Jae. The more that Vernon looked at him, the less he felt bad for him. Maybe he never had, how could you? He was pathetic. His room was a fucking shrine to a girl who probably only let him fuck her with his fingers so she could sit on another guy's cock. God⊠It was sickening, and yet he was the freak.Â
âI donât need your fucking help! I want you out of my house.â As if realizing somethingâa metaphorical lightbulb coming on above his headâJae moves towards Vernon, who shifts away from him, causing the two to move to opposite sides of the room. Jae stares at Vernon in front of the open bedroom door as he feels the breeze from the open window behind him as he glares at the other man with disdain. âHow the hell do you know where I live anyway? You fuckinâ stalking all of us, freak?âÂ
Vernon was seeing red; his jaw clenched tightly, he rolled his neck as a smirk pulled at his lips. His eyes move from Jae to the window behind him and all he can imagine is watching Jae fall out of it. How easy it would be to push him through the window and then the motherfucker wouldnât call him a freak again. Taking a step forward, Vernon scoffs before speaking, his words quiet. âAbout that...âÂ
His hands meet Jaeâs chest hard, a surprised gasp slipping from the smaller boyâs lips as he tries to push back only to feel the desk beside him bite into his hip. The picture of him and Caitlin falls with a crash, glass shattering on to the floor, drawing Jaeâs attention away from Vernon just enough long enough for Vernon to push him again, this time even harder.Â
Vernon listens to the strangled scream that leaves Jaeâs mouth as the screen tears from the weight of his body before he falls through the window and three stories down. The deafening dull thud of his body hitting the pavement sends a shiver through his body even before Vernon leans out of the broken window frame to look down and see the blood pooling around Jaeâs lifeless body.Â
In that moment, he knows he should feel bad. He should be scared. He should feel something other than a rush of adrenaline, but Vernon doesnât. Looking around Jaeâs room once more, Vernon moves back down the steps and out the front door, not giving the body another look. Getting behind the wheel of his car, he sighs to himself as he drives away, finally feeling like he can go home.
You wake up to the sound of the phone ringing from your desk. It sounds like a nightmare because surely no one is calling you this early. Even through your curtains, you can tell the sun has barely started to rise.Â
Groaning, you sit up with a groan as the phone rings again. Whoever was trying to reach you wasnât giving up. Sliding out of bed, you sink down into your desk chair and pull the phone from the base, putting it to your ear with a sharp, âHello?â If that didnât make whoever was calling you regret it, you didnât know what else would.
âY/N!âÂ
Caitlinâs sobbing voice makes your heart drop into your stomach immediately and you feel horrible for picking up the phone angry. Shifting in the chair, you switch which shoulder you rest the phone on, your fingers twisting into the already ruined phone cord as you anxiously furrow your brows, almost afraid to speak. âWhaââÂ
âHeâs dead, Y/N! What the fuck? Like, seriously?â Sniffing hard, Caitlin rubs hard at her nose as she lays in her bed, her own phone tucked between her ear and shoulder. âThe police said it could be an accident or he might have...âÂ
You could hear the way her lips were quivering as Caitlin tried to speak, but you still werenât sure who she was talking about. âWho, Caitlin?âÂ
âOh, my god! Jae! Jaeâs dead!â Caitlinâs voice is shrill, causing you to pull the receiver away from your ear slightly as you swallow hard the reality of her words hitting you. âWhy are you making me say it out loud? Itâs already so hella depressing. Iâm like a widow; itâs gross.âÂ
Glancing towards your bedroom door, you try not to feel anything negative about your best friend while sheâs grieving, but she was going about it in a strange way. You knew that she didnât care about Jae, not in any way that she could claim widow-like status. She treated him like shit most of the time, but you werenât going to say that to her now. You werenât that type of person. You were the person who coddled. âIâm so sorry, Caitlin. Do you want me to come over?âÂ
Whining, she nods before pouting into her words, hoping to make you feel even worse for her. âYeah, could you? That would totally help me feel less shitty.â Before you can even reply, a single breath of a word starts to leave your mouth. Caitlin speaks over you. âOh, and Y/N? Could you bring me Taco Bell?âÂ
You lean your head back; the urge to roll your eyes is so strong but you keep it at bay as you nod to yourself. âYeah, of course. Iâll be there in like an hour.âÂ
Hanging the phone up, you close your eyes, your brows knitting together tightly once you can hear yourself think. Jae was dead? How? Caitlin had mentioned an accident, but you didnât have any other details. You knew he didnât like to drive, maybe something with one of his parents cars... Not wanting to picture anymore gruesome things, you force yourself to stand and move to your closet to get dressed.Â
Vernon tilts his head as he watches you cross your arms, your keys dangling from your fingers as you wait in line in front of him. You looked beautiful. It was rare that he saw you out like this on a normal day, but lucky for him, he had been craving some food, and tacos seemed like a good choice.Â
Taking a step towards you, Vernon takes in a deep breath and just enjoys the overwhelming scent of your perfume and body wash. He wished he had more courage to speak to you, to let you know how much he was into you, but you were the sun and he was like a dark cloud. Least thatâs how it felt...Â
âHey, uhâŠâÂ
Vernon sighs as he listens to you place your order, your voice like the sweetest song on the radio. He'd play your voice on repeat if he could. Getting lost in listening to you, Vernon doesnât realize you are done with your order until the boy at the register lifts his brows and hands in question. âYou wanna order something, dude?âÂ
âUh⊠yeah.âÂ
You knew that voice. Turning towards the source of it as you reach to take the cups in front of you, you canât help the small smile that lifts at your lips as you see Vernon. You hadnât realized he was behind you. It kind of made you sad that he was and hadnât said anything, but it made sense after what had happened at the theater. You couldnât blame him for being upset with you.Â
Meeting Vernonâs eyes, your smile brightens slightly before you look away and move out of his way so he can get a cup as you move to the drink machine to fill your drinks. You can feel Vernonâs eyes on you even as you move, your fingers pressing down the buttons. The heat of his eyes makes you feel shy and warm as you listen to him move closer to you until he finally stands next to you, filling his own cup with soda.Â
âWeird seeing you alone.âÂ
Vernon watches your cheeks push up towards your eyes before you glance towards him when he does speak to you. You shrug and take a step backwards towards the lids and straws, taking two of each and letting Vernon move towards you to do the same.Â
âI do things alone sometimes. Itâs weird to see you somewhere besides the movie theater. I almost started to think you lived there.â Keeping your eyes on Vernon, you bite subtly at your bottom lip as you move towards the counter to pick up your bag of food just as they put Vernonâs next to yours.Â
âMm, thatâs fair. I donât do much besides that, but in my defense, you donât really know me, soâŠâ With his own food in his hand, Vernon grins at you and you feel your heart beat hard in your chest. You arenât sure you have ever seen him smile like that and you arenât sure anyoneâs smile has ever effected you in that way before.Â
Vernon watches you look away, one drink in the crook of your elbow as you hold the other so you can hold the bag of food in your other hand. Gesturing towards the door, he takes a breath, letting it out slowly as if heâs gaining courage before speaking to you again. âI can help; you seem like you have your hands full. You, uh⊠Lunch for your family or something?âÂ
He was sweet; this was the most you had probably ever really talked to Vernon and he was being a gentleman. It was nice not to have your friends hovering around you and being assholes to him. Letting him hold the door open for you while you maneuver through it, you glance back at him and shake your head, letting out a soft sigh. âNo, Iâm going over to Caitlinâs.âÂ
Vernon notices how your words seem to fade off at the end and how your smile dulls. Following you to your car wanting to help you, he furrows his brows as he offers to take the food from your hands as you unlock your car, seeming to struggle with your words. âSheâsâitâs a hard day. You know Jae, right? One of my friends?âÂ
Of course he did, but Vernon keeps his cool and just shrugs his shoulders, letting you continue. âUh, Caitlinâs boyfriend. The one who was following her around last time.â Getting a nod from Vernon, you lean in your car to put the drinks into the cup holders before taking your food from him. âI guess something happened last nightâan accident. He passed away. Sheâs super upset. So Iâm gonna go spend the day with her.âÂ
You were a good friend, better than Caitlin deserved in Vernonâs opinion. He knew for a fact that Caitlin didnât give a shit about Jae and the fact that he was dead. She was using this for attention, but you were giving into it because you were sweet and that was all you knew how to do. If he had his way, heâd take you away from it and give you attention. Shaking his head, Vernon furrows his brows, leaning against your car door, giving you a solemn look. âIâm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help you?âÂ
It wasnât lost on you that Vernon asked if he could help you and not Caitlin, but it still made your heart feel warm. He was such a good guy, so kind and soft. He didnât deserve the treatment that the rest of your friends gave him. Shaking your head, you pout softly before letting it shift into a gentle smile. âNo, Iâm okay... Iâthis was really nice, Vernon. I like talking to you. UmâŠâÂ
Leaning into your car once again, you put the food down and reach into your purse as Vernon watches you carefully with a raised brow. He agreed, it was nice to talk to you. He was trying to be respectful, but you made it a bit difficult. Your shirt was riding up your back and you were so fucking pretty. He couldnât help the way his eyes were moving along your skin as you searched forâ
âAh! I was looking for a pen. Can I give you my number? Maybe you could call me sometime.âÂ
You wanted him to call you? Vernonâs head was spinning. He must be in another dimension where he wasnât a loser because you were looking at him expectantly as you held your cute purple pen. Nodding, Vernon smiles to one side, watching your smile grow in return as you reach for his hand, pulling it towards your stomach and turning his palm over. The pen tickles Vernonâs hand, but he canât stop staring at your fingers and the way the pen glides over his skin as you put the numbers on his palm.Â
âItâs my own line, so like, my family wonât pick it up. As long as Iâm not using my computer, you can reach me there, okay?â Tilting your head, you trail your fingers from Vernonâs as his lips part with a soft breath. He was so handsome it was almost devastating to you. How had you never noticed him in school? You knew the answer to that, but you wished things had been different in that moment.Â
âYeah, Iâsure. Iâll call you.â At least thatâs what he was telling himself. Would he have the courage to actually do it? Vernon wasnât sure in that moment, but he knew he wanted to.Â
âCool. Thanks for helping me get to my car, Vernon. Iâll talk to you later.âÂ
Standing there like an idiot for a moment longer, Vernon nods before taking a step back from your car as you slide behind the wheel, waving at him before backing out. Glancing down at his palm once more, he closes his fingers around your number and smiles to himself before turning on his heels towards his car with a bit more pep in his step.Â
âIâm literally fucking starving. What took so long?â Taking the bags from your hand, Catiltin pouts at you as she sits with her legs crisscrossed in the center of her full-size bed.
You could tell she had been crying. Her eyes were a bit swollen, with slight circles under her eyes, but there was still something about the situation that made you fully aware that Caitlin wasnât mourning Jae as much as she was her reputation.Â
âIâm sorry, I got here as soon as I could. You know things are busier on Saturday.â Sliding on to the bed next to her, you furrow your brows before leaning in to hug Caitlin, feeling her shoulderâs drop. You were a good friend. Despite feeling and knowing what you did, you were still concerned about her. You hated that this had happened, and the truth of the matter was that you were sad. Jae was your friend.Â
âHasâwell⊠Did anyone say what happened?âÂ
Your voice is quiet and the question causes a new wave of tears to spill from Caitlinâs eyes as she chokes on her words, only managing to get out a couple before sheâs cut off.Â
âSplattered on the sidewalk under his window.âÂ
Horrified, you look over your shoulder towards the doorway where Christen leans against the frame. You didnât even know he was there. Had he gotten to Caitlinâs before you? Just now? It didnât matter, you supposed; you assumed everyone would end up here eventually.Â
Your eyes follow Christen as he moves to the bed, taking the bag of tacos to take one for himself. You hadnât bought them for him, but that had never mattered in the past and it doesnât matter now.Â
âYouâre always so sweet, baby. Thinking ahead and getting lunch like this.â The bed dips at your side as Christen joins you both and Catiltin sniffles hard, getting the attention back on her as she opens her own food.Â
âCould we like... I donât know, not say splattered? Itâs so gross, Christen.âÂ
Shrugging, the boy swallows a bite of food before sighing into his words. âSorry, thatâs what happens when you launch yourself out of a fuckinâ third-story window, babe.âÂ
Babe? Furrowing your brows, you let your eyes move from Caitlin to Christen as your best friend blanches slightly and puts her taco on the wrapper to the side.Â
âHeâthatâs not what he did. The cops said it was an accident. He just fell somehow. Some freak accidentââÂ
âIâm sure it was an accident. Jae would never⊠you know.â Your voice is softer than Caitlinâs and Christenâs combined, but it manages to draw both of their attention to you. You couldnât say what Christen thought happened; you couldnât get that word out. Not just because it was too hard to even think, but also because it just didnât make sense. Jae wasnât depressed. He had a charmed life.Â
âSure, baby⊠But listen, you know Jake, the tight end?â Sighing softly, you tilt your head at Christenâs question. While you knew who he was talking about, you didnât think it was important to label him as his position from the high school football team, but what was the point in arguingâso instead you just nodded. âWell, heâs lives across the street from Jae. Said the cops were out there all morning and he overheard one of them talking about some things that just didnât add up with an accidentââÂ
âChristen! Do you, like, hate me? Iâm a fucking widow now and you want people to think that my boyfriend killedââ Lowering her voice, Caitilin whines when Christen furrows his brows at her, only for them to soften when he sees the hurt in her eyes. âJustâthis is scary, okay? Whatâdid Jake say why they said that?âÂ
As much as you hated to admit it even to yourself, you were also curious as to what Jake had overheard. Shifting on the bed, you turn a bit more towards Christen, who straightens his back and lets a bit of a smirk pull at his lips, having so much attention focused on him.Â
âYeah, so just what he heard, okay? But he said Jaeâs nails were fucked up and that there were scratches on his desk. Like, maybe he regretted it just before heââ Seeing the look on your face, Christen presses his lips together and tilts his head, changing his words. âLike he tried to stop himself from falling out the window. Oh, and uh...â Furrowing your brows, you see a nervous look spread across Christenâs face as he meets Caitlinâs eyes. âThere was a broken picture or frame. Couldâa been thrown on the floor.âÂ
âWhat picture?â Moving to sit on her feet, Caitlinâs eyes widen slightly, causing you to sit back a bit confused as she waits for Christen to explain.Â
âIâhe wasnât sure. All the really said it was of a couple, but seeing as it was Jaeâs roomâŠâÂ
Even you didnât need anymore explanation. You had never been in Jaeâs room, but who else would be in the picture? Why would a picture of Jae and Caitlin be smashed? Your eyes move between your two friends as Caitlin falls back against the bed with a new wave of grief, as if sheâs realized something. Christen, on the other hand, just sighs and reaches for your drink, taking a sip before meeting your eyes.Â
âYou look freaked, Y/N.âÂ
That was an understatement. Shaking your head, you rub your hands over your arms before scooting closer to Caitlin to rest your hand on her thigh, letting her know you were still close to her as she cries. âIâm justâthis is really sad. It doesnât make sense, and he was so excited about starting university. I feel really bad for his parents.âÂ
Nodding along with your words, Christen leans to put your drink on the nightstand before leaning back on the bed, letting his hand rest near your leg. âIt fuckinâ sucks. I mean⊠Itâs fucked up. Like the weak ones, man. Why do they gotta die before they get the chance to make something of themselves?âÂ
You stare at Christen as he speaks; his words are almost said as if heâs quoting something poetic or profound, though to you itâs heartless and ridiculous.Â
Leaning against the end of his bed, Vernon runs his fingers over the fading numbers written on his palm. Hours had passed, the sun had gone down, and now the only thing left to remind him that he had actually seen you today was slowly dissolving into his skin.Â
Jun and Dino were occupying the beanbag chairs in front of the TV as some movie played, something that Vernon had seen a hundred times. He knew he should be paying more attention to his friends, but instead he was trying to commit your phone number to memory.Â
âDuring the matinee today.âÂ
âFor real? Cops? What did they say?âÂ
Vernonâs brows lift, realizing he hadnât been even listening to the conversation until cops were mentioned. Shifting on the floor, he sighs and lifts his eyes to watch Dino pass the bowl of popcorn over to Jun as he shrugs.Â
âWere asking questions about that guy you all graduated with? I donât remember his last name, uhâJae, thatâs his first name. He said he had a movie ticket in his pocket or something. Not sure why it mattered. They justââÂ
âThey what?âÂ
Vernon had been so quiet over the past hour that both of the boys had almost forgotten whose room they were in and that he was even there until he spoke up. Glancing back at him, Dino shakes his head and shifts in the chair, almost uncomfortable under Vernonâs gaze. Vernon could be intense sometimes; Jun might not notice it, but Dino always did.Â
âNothinâ really. Asked if he seemed like himself when he came by. I told them I didnât know him that well and that I had been off that night. They said they would probably stop by and talk to you tomorrow. Isâwhy? That not okay?âÂ
Moving to his feet, Vernon shakes his head and shrugs. He didnât like the idea of talking to the cops, but it didnât seem like he had much of a choice. âItâs whatever. I didnât know him either.âÂ
âThatâs not true.â Shooting a look back at Jun as he speaks, Vernon scoffs even as Jun lifts his hands and sighs into his words. âI meanânot like you were friends with him, but you knew him a bit.âÂ
âWhatever, I didnât hang out with him. I had a class or two with him and he came into the theater. Didnât make me his best friend, Jun. Why the fuck does it matter anyway?âÂ
Jun furrows his brows and shakes his head. He watches Vernon reach for a pen, looking at his hand as he transfers something from it to a piece of paper, then tossing it on the desk. âIâwell⊠It doesnât, but you might have noticed if he was acting out of his head maybe. People are saying he fell out of his window, orâyou know. Maybe he wanted to fall out of it.âÂ
Scoffing, Vernon turns to lean against his desk, an uncaring look on his face. âI mean, wouldnât you if your chick was a lying whore? Not sure he ever acted like he knew what he was doing from the moment he started dating that girl. It was like putting one foot on a banana peel and his neck in a noosââÂ
âJesus Christ, Vernon.â Shivering, Jun cuts Vernonâs words off before heâs able to finish. He had heard Vernon be callous before. He had seen him uncaring and perhaps act like a dick, but never like this. âIt was an accident. Itâs tragicâŠâÂ
Nodding slowly, Vernon sighs as he tries to remember what heâs supposed to feel in a moment like this. He can see the look on Junâs faceâsomething akin to sadness. Dino, on the other hand, looked a little sick, horrified as he wrapped his arms around himself, trying to be smaller.Â
âYeah, itâs sad; youâre right. Iâm sorry. I donât know whatâs up with me. Iâm just tired or something.â Shaking his head, Vernon moves back towards his friends, lowering himself back to the floor and offering them a smile that seems to soothe them both. âI saw Y/N earlier today; she seemed to be kinda tore up about it too. She was going over toâuh, Cailtinâs. Sheâs a good friend.â Gritting his teeth slightly, Vernon forces himself to say her name instead of anything else out of respect for you. In his head, Caitilin didnât deserve anything but what she was going through.Â
Tilting his head slightly, Jun watches Vernon talk about you. There was a stark difference in how he mentioned you compared to anyone else. While he knew that Vernon had a crush on you, if he was talking to you, maybe he was wanting more. More could be dangerous.Â
âYou saw her? Where? Was she alone?âÂ
Vernon knew why there was a barrage of questions, but it only served to annoy him. Leaning his head back, he sighs and nods along with each one. âYes. Taco Bell. She was alone. Why the fuck does it matter?âÂ
âBecause, Vernon. She'sâlook, I get it. Sheâs cute as fuck. Sheâs nice, but heâs got his claws in her. Heâll kill you if you try anything. Some ass isnât worth it. I donât care if the ass is primeââÂ
Glaring at Jun, Vernon bites at his cheek until he snaps. âWhy do you talk about her like that? Do you even know her? Have you spoken a single word to her?â Shaking his head, Vernon rubs hard at the numbers on his palm now. âOf course you havenât because you are too fuckinâ judgmental and too chicken shit. Just think that because sheâs standing next to Christen, sheâs just like him. Well, newsfuckinâ flash, Junhui, you arenât the genius you make yourself out to be.âÂ
Dino had been quietâhe always was, but he hated the tension and arguing between his friends. No one was worth putting a wedge between his best friends, especially some girl. âHey! Stop it. Why are you two always doing this now? Every fucking week!â Staring up at Dino, Vernon swallows hard as the youngest stands up and points from Jun to him. âIf he likes his girl, so what? Lay off! And youâŠâÂ
Swallowing hard, Dino falters for a moment as he meets Vernonâs eyes. It takes a deep breath to calm down before he can round his shoulders and speak up to Vernon. âJun is your best friend and youâve never been such an asshole before. If you need to get your dick wet, do it. If you need to get high or drunk, please... Just do it before you say something you canât take back.âÂ
Vernon stared at his television for a long time after his friends had left, thinking about what Dino had said. To be a year younger than him, the boy was wise beyond his years and he had a point. He knew that he was wound up and he had been taking it out on Jun in particular for weeks.Â
There had been some relief when Vernon had left Jaeâs, but then he would be reminded about Christen and his bullshit and be right back where he had started. The anger was building until he felt like he might just snap.Â
Glancing towards his desk, Vernon lifts his brow, seeing the piece of paper with your phone number written on it. It wasnât incredibly late, but it was the weekend. There was a good chance you were still at Cailtinâs or worse... You could be out with the rest of them doing something, trying to take your minds off of Jaeâbut Vernon still wanted to try.Â
Pulling the phone from the desk along with the piece of paper, Vernon sighs as he leans back against the side of his bed. He rests the receiver between his shoulder and ear before carefully dialing your number and waiting. You had said it was your own line, and somehow that didnât stop Vernon from letting Junâs words get the better of him for just a single moment. What if you gave him a fake number? What if Christen picked up? But neither of those things happened.Â
âHello?âÂ
Your voice is beautiful, a bit sad, and confused. Vernon has to take a deep breath to stop himself from hanging up the phone when you furrow your brows and listen to the sound of breathing on the other line. Clearly someone was there; it wouldnât be the first time you had gotten a crank call, but today really wasnât the day for it.Â
âHello? Look, seriously⊠Iâm not in the moodââÂ
âY/N⊠Sorry, itâs me, Vernon.â Wincing to his own voice, Vernon pulls on the phone cord in his lap and weighs his regret as he listens to you take a deep breath in response. You had hoped that Vernon would call you, but you hadnât expected it. He seemed so different from you and the rest of your friends that he was almost like a life preserver at the moment.Â
âIâoh⊠Hey. IâIâm glad you called. Iâm a little surprised.â Closing your eyes for a moment, you lean your head back, trying to think of how to salvage your conversation, thinking you might have ruined it before it started. âI promise I donât always sound like a bitch when I answer the phone.âÂ
Vernonâs laugh brings a much-needed smile to your face and warmth to your chest. Shaking his head, he tries to picture you in a room heâs never seen besides a light behind a curtain. âYou didnât sound like a bitch. IâI didnât exactly start speaking so I get why you said what you did. Iâm not really like, you know, a great conversationalist.âÂ
And yet he had called you anyway. That wasnât lost on you as you stood up from your desk and worked the cord for your phone around it so you could sit on your bed. Vernon listens to the sounds of you moving in your room and it brings a slight smile to his face. âHow are you, by the way? You said you were going over to your friendâs house.âÂ
He remembered. Leaning your head back against your headboard, you bite your bottom lip and nod. âYeah, I spent most of the day at Cailtinâs. It was honestly exhausting.â Sighing, you close your eyes, realizing how bad your words sound, causing you to shake your head. âButâI⊠You know, Iâll do it anytime. Sheâs going through a ton right now. IâmââÂ
âY/N⊠I didnât ask about her. Sorry, that sounds really shitty, but Iâd rather talk about you.â Vernon didnât want to cut you off, but he couldnât stand that you were spiraling because you felt bad for Caitlin. In his opinion, she didnât deserve anything, much less you in her life. You were far too good for her, not that he could just say that out loud to you now. âDonât get me wrong; itâs really nice of you to do what you did. Is it cool if we just talk about you?âÂ
That was almost a terrifying prospectâsomeone wanting to focus on just you. Christen did it in his own way, but it always led back to him. There was always an ulterior motive, and yet it didnât seem like Vernon had one. Shifting on your bed, you rest the cradle to your phone next to you as you pull your knees towards your stomach.Â
âSorry, yeah⊠Yeah, we can do that, but only if we talk about you too. Is that okay?âÂ
You were apologizing again. That seemed to be something you did a lot and usually not for yourself. Shaking his head, Vernon smiles into a sigh before lifting his brows. âYeah, thatâs okay. IâI kinda wanna get to know you. God, that sounds so fuckinâ lame.âÂ
Warmth spreads along your cheeks at Vernonâs words and you are happy heâs just on the phone and not in front of you. Pressing your lips together, you swallow hard and bury a bit of a happy sound as you pull the phone from your ear briefly before calming yourself down and clearing your throat. âItâs not lame. Why would that be lame? I mean, I wanna get to know you too. I gave you my number for a reason... Like, obviously.âÂ
Listening to how your voice trails off with a bit of shyness to it, Vernon canât help the grin that pulls at his lips. There was no way you were actually into him the way he was into you. You probably just wanted to be his friend, and if that was the case, heâd have to deal... But the tone of your voiceâthe cute little giggle to itâmade his stomach tighten with intrigue.Â
âOhâoh, yeah?â Clearing his throat, Vernon lifts his hand to rub at his neck, feeling how hot it is under his touch. He knew if he were to look in the mirror, it would be red along with his ears. There would be no way he would have called you with Jun and Dino in the room; if he was this shy and embarrassed alone, he would have died in front of them. âWhaâwhatâs the reason?âÂ
Despite being new adults, fresh into the world, there was still a layer of that schoolgirl and boy whimsy layered in the conversation that made you kick your feet when Vernon stumbled over his questions. You had a feeling he knew the answers to his questions, but he was just wanting to hear them out loud. The real question was, would you be able to say it out loud?Â
Whining Vernonâs name softly, you wrap your phone cord around your fingers and laugh under your breath, almost in disbelief. The sound of his smooth but shy laugh makes your stomach twist with that nervous new crush feeling and you feel almost like you could float off your bed. âI donât know; itâs hard to say it out loud. You know what I mean... Donât you?âÂ
Pulling his beanie from his hair, Vernon rakes his fingers through his hair and scoffs into a laugh as you dodge his question. You were being so cute and coy that it was driving him crazy. Sure, he had dated in high school. He had crushes, but none of them quite stood the test of time like this one.Â
âThink Iâd just rather hear it. This isnât a conversation Iâve ever had before, Y/N.â Dropping the beanie on to the floor next to him, he bites at his lip and tilts his head, looking at the wall almost too intently as if it will give him the right words. âIâI mean, you know who I am. Letâs be honest, Iâm notâI mean, fuck. Iâm not ChristenââÂ
âStop it. I donât like Christen. I thinkâI mean, I thought that was obvious, at least to you. Heââ Furrowing your brows as you speak over Vernon, cutting him off, you bite at your cheek, feeling the frustration rising in your chest. âHe honestly makes me really...âÂ
Hearing how you seem unable to say the words, Vernon chews at his lips, feeling bad for bringing the other man up. It hadnât been his intention to upset you, but he did feel inferior when it came to Christen in some ways, especially you. Now he wasnât sure he should. Now Vernon could feel the same anger from before threatening to rise up as he taps his fingers against his leg and fills in the word for you. âUncomfortable?âÂ
Nodding, you sniff back your emotions and sit up a bit on your bed, as if talking about Christen will make him manifest in front of you like a demon. âYeah, so you not being him is a good thing.â Wanting to get the conversation off of Christen, you take a deep breath and shake your head as if clearing the fog from it before speaking again. ââSides, I do kinda know who you are; thatâs why Iâyou know... Itâs why I like you, Vernon.âÂ
Your words make Vernon feel like heâs stuck in a wind tunnel. He hears them, and yet they donât seem real. âMe?âÂ
Laughing under your breath, you nod at his question as your brows knit together. There was no one else you were talking to and you had used his first name. âIâyeah. I mean, you know⊠If you donât like me, thatâs totallyââÂ
âOh, my god... I do. I justâIâm a loser and I canât even remember what else your friends called me.âÂ
âI donât care what they think. I mean, I care what they say, and they are so fucking wrong.â You werenât sure why it was so hard for Vernon to understand that you liked him, and while you were glad that he liked you back, it was difficult to hear him call himself a loser. That wasnât how you saw him. You hated hearing your friends call anyone that, but especially Vernon. âI know I make a lot of excuses for them, but the things they said the other night... I really am so, so sorry. That was my fault.âÂ
Pushing his tongue against his cheek, Vernon lets out a breath as you once again apologize for your friends. Itâs even worse when you take the blame for something that isnât your responsibility. âY/N, whâno. I donât blame you. Nothing that happened was your fault. Christen could have threw a punch at me and it still wouldnât have been anything that you could have started or stopped.âÂ
The idea of Christen hurting Vernon makes your skin crawl. You knew that Christen was just waiting for the opportunity and what you were doing right now... Pursuing something with Vernon would only make it worse. Frowning a bit to yourself, you stretch the phone cord between your fingers and Vernon seems to notice how quiet youâve become, your soft breath on the other side of the line being the only thing that lets him know youâre still there.Â
âYou thinkinâ hard about something? Wanna let me in on it?â Smiling a bit, Vernon shifts his legs, pulling his knees up a bit so he can rest his forearms on them as he leans his head back against his bed. âOr did you fall asleep?âÂ
âNoâno, Iâm here. I justâI know you said none of that was my fault, but it feels like it.â You can hear Vernon start to speak and you know heâs going to argue your point, but still having more to say, you keep going before he can. âItâs justâChristen, heâs like weirdly been obsessed with me for a while, right? He's just my friend, but itâs like I canât get him to see that. It makes it hard to date, well, like anyone. Iââ Laughing under your breath, itâs clear there is no humor to it as you roll your eyes. âLike I havenât even had a boyfriend or been on a date since freshman year.âÂ
Letting your words sink in, Vernon tries to think about high school and when he first noticed you. It hadnât been hard. You were beautiful from the first day, but he hadnât been the only one who had noticed how much you changed over summer and that was when Christen had laid his claim. No wonder you hadnât dated. Vernon could imagine that any guy that tried to get close to you was either scared away or knew you were off the tableâeven if you werenât.Â
âSo⊠Iâm just saying that because if this goes anywhere, and Iâm not saying it has to... Christen might freak the fuck out. He already got mad that you were talking to me.â Your voice is sad and quiet. You sound repressed like you had at the theater, and it bites at Vernon, making him almost feel antsy in his room. He wants to get up and fix it for you; change your situation so that you donât have to feel so small...
âI donât give a fuck what he thinks, Y/N. Iâm not afraid of him. All I care about is what you think and want.â Vernon presses his thumbnail into the tip of his pinky hard enough to leave a divot as he grits his teeth. He had to calm down; you werenât hisânot yet. Christen had already done enough damage by laying a freaky claim to you; Vernon was determined not to make you feel worse by doing the same. âIâll only do what you want. Like I told you, I like you.âÂ
Unable to stop the smile from spreading on your lips, you bite at your lower lip and glance towards your window as the curtain moves with the wind. There was a huge difference in how Christen and Vernon made you feel. Christen terrified you and made you feel trapped in a box. Vernon, he made you feel almost free and desired. It was almost a bit dangerous the way you enjoyed that feeling, along with the smooth sound of his voice lulling you into a comfortable place.Â
âYeah?â Now your smile was even in your voice and Vernon could hear it over the phone. âIâyeah, I like you a lot. God, I sound like a teenager.âÂ
Smirking, Vernon looks down at his fingers and the red half moon on his pinky as he runs his tongue along his lips and tilts his head. âWell, I mean technicallyââÂ
âStop it, Iâm not. We arenât anymore. I let high school go, like forever.â Sliding down in your bed, you rest your head on the pillow, sighing into the phone, causing Vernon to have to close his eyes to the sound. âAnother reason I like you so much. You donât seem to dwell on it. High school is over, and we can start something new. Like this, right?âÂ
Fuck. Vernon has to pull the phone from his ear as his stomach tightens to the idea of you and the sigh you had made in his ear. You were so innocent to him and yet he wasnât thinking completely with his brain at the moment. Nodding, he swallows hard and rubs his hand along his jeans to ground himself. âHell, yeah.âÂ
Partying wasnât really Vernonâs scene. It wasnât even the fact that he wasnât in the âcoolâ crowd; it was more that his personality didnât mesh with how loud a party could be. Not just the music or the talking, but the atmosphere. It was all so loud and made Vernonâs head feel like it was in a vice that someone was constantly tightening the longer he stayedâand yet a party is where he found himself tonight.Â
Jun loved to party. He liked the release of not having to think. He enjoyed the free beer and access to almost anything he might want to get his hands on. Jun didnât go crazy, but if someone passed a joint, he wasnât going to be rude and refuse a gift.Â
âDude, try to enjoy this.âÂ
Vernon rolls his eyes at Jun as he lifts his cup to his lips, nursing a stale beer he had picked up at the beginning of the night. Sometimes he wished he could be more like his friend. He did find watching people at parties interesting, even Jun. You could really see who someone was when they were wasted. Inhibitions were low and peopleâs true nature came out to play.Â
âI have about fifty other things I could be doing.â Vernon wasnât lying. It was rare that he and Jun both had a night off from the theater and he didnât particularly want to be spending it in the house of someone who probably treated him like shit in high school. You were on Vernonâs mind, and he had been letting his eyes wander around the crowd just hoping you might show upâthough this didnât seem much like your scene.Â
âSuch a fuckinâ buzzkill, man. You gotta relax. Thatâs why I wanted you to come out with me. You gotta get out of your head. Youâre spinninâ your wheels.â Jun tried to focus on Vernon, but unlike himâwho had taken the night slow, Jun had not. He was feeling just how he wanted to be feeling: light, cares were a thing of the past or a problem for tomorrow, and there was still plenty of shit to play with floating around this party.Â
Shaking his head, Vernon canât help the scoff that slips from his lips, though between Junâs current mental state and the boom of the bass echoing off the walls, it went unheard. âIâm gonna top off.âÂ
Nodding, Jun turns his attention away from Vernon and towards the pretty girl with a joint resting between her fingers. Vernon, on the other hand, kept his head on a swivel as he moved into the kitchen and straight towards the keg to refill his beer. There was a mishmash of people he had gone to school with; a couple of kids he knew were still in school, but the two that caught his eye were leaned up against the farest wall.Â
Vernon wasnât sure how he hadnât noticed Juwon and Alanna until now, but then again they had probably found a room in this godforsaken house and defiled it. Bringing the cup to his lips, Vernon furrows his brows as he follows the direction of the couple's eyes as they laugh between themselves. Junâthey were watching Jun.Â
Everyone at this party was wastedâwell, almost everyone, and it made no sense to Vernon why old habits had to die hard. Something you had said to him the night before was replaying in his mind as Vernon took a step back into the living room, carefully maneuvering through people as Juwon and Alanna made their way closer to Jun.Â
âThey just all are mentally stuck in high school. The glory days, you know?â
Well, this wasnât fucking high school anymore. There werenât glory days for anyone. Vernon had never gotten any, and Jun sure as hell hadnât, so why should a group of assholes get them?Â
âThanks, fuckface.â Taking the joint from Junâs fingers, Juwon passes it to Alanna as the girl who had given it to Jun in the first place shifts uncomfortably. âYou living off scraps like a dog? Who invited you anyway?âÂ
Juwon had always had an issue with Jun for seemingly no problem on the surface. He had gone out of his way to make his life a living hell in high school, and it seemed that wasnât stopping just because they had donned a cap and gown a couple of months ago. The real issue was that Jun had almost dated Alanna first. Juwon had almost lost the âgreat love of his lifeâ to someone else, and now that he had her, he had to remind Jun at every given chance.Â
Alanna eyes the girl sitting next to Jun harshly. She had no reason to, but she honestly didnât like her so close to Jun. As much as she loved being at Juwonâs side and making sure that Jun remembered her as she egged the bullying onâshe also enjoyed seeing him available. You just never knew if the wind would change.Â
âCut the shit out, JuwoââÂ
âWho the fuck do you think you are, Wen? Walking up in this place like you belong.âÂ
Vernon was seething as he watched just a few feet away along with a small crowd of others. He wanted to give Jun a chance to defend himself, but he had seen this song and dance. Jun wasnât a violent person; he wasnât a confrontational personâand tonight he had been drinking and smoking. Juwon had an unfair advantage.Â
The moment that Juwon starts to lay his hands on Jun is when Vernon can no longer just watch. Taking a couple of steps forward, he pulls Juwon back, and the anger he is feeling is evident in his eyes. Stepping in front of Jun, Vernonâs nose almost touching Juwon's, he tilts his head as he speaks just loud enough for the man to head. âTouch him again and see what happens. Take your little bitch, and get out of my face.âÂ
Juwon looks shocked at first, his eyes widening almost comically until a laugh bubbles in his throat. âYoâyou kiddinâ? The fuck?â Alanna quickly joins in, her higher-pitched laugh grating at Vernonâs ears as the couple hangs off one another. âYouâre a fuckinâ psychopath, Vernon. Almost had me scared for a minute. Shit⊠Seriously, you could almost pull off being a badass if everyone didnât know you were a pussy.â
Juwon laughs again as he takes the joint from Alanna, the end of it burning orange as he smirks before inhaling deeply and blowing smoke into Vernonâs face as he pushes him out of his way. Vernon forces himself to keep his eyes open even as they burn from the smoke. He wasnât going to let Juwon get the better of him, not tonight. Not while his nails were digging into his palms hard enough to break the skin.Â
âGoodnight, ladiesâŠâ With his arm wrapped around Alanna, the last of the joint resting back between her lips, Juwon grins at Jun as he shifts uncomfortably on the arm of the couch. He had succeeded in doing what he had set out to do. Jun and Vernon had always been the outcasts in high school and at any party they went to, but now they were being looked at like they were diseased. The pretty girl who had been sitting next to Jun was long gone, and anyone else who had been seen talking to Jun before had found better company.Â
âFuck this party.â Vernon sighs, hearing how defeated Jun sounds. His eyes follow his friend as he quickly stands and moves past him, only to get a few feet before Vernon watches him fall flat on his face with a loud groan.Â
Searching for the source, Vernonâs anger boils over when Juwon laughs loudly once again, throwing his hands up as he meets Vernonâs eyes. âNot my fuckinâ fault your girlfriend canât walk. Maybe heâs too fucked up, Vern. Get him home safe; tuck him in. Kiss him goodnight for me?âÂ
Vernon tilts his head, refusing to respond to Juwonâs words as others around him laugh at the pathetic excuse for jokes. Instead he moves to Jun, trying to help him up, only to feel his hands get slapped away as Jun glares at him, his eyes quickly softening before he gets to his feet on his own. âI got it. Iâm fine. I just want to get the fuck out of here.âÂ
Following Jun, doing his best to keep up, Vernon sighs as Jun tugs open the door to his car, sliding behind the wheel and wiping under his nose hard. Glancing down to the wet, sticky feeling of blood running from his nose, Jun rolls his eyes and leans his head back before meeting Vernonâs eyes and shaking his head. âI donât wanna hear it.âÂ
âI wasnât gonna say a damn thing.â That was the truth. Vernon didnât have to say what Jun already knew. It had been a bad idea to come to this party. From the moment they had walked in, Vernon had felt it, and now Jun was bleeding because of it. âYou want me to drive you home?âÂ
Grimacing, Jun shakes his head again and wipes under his nose, checking the heel of his hand for more blood. âNo, I justâI appreciate the offer, but I wanna be alone. Iâll call you tomorrow.âÂ
Taking a step back, Vernon watches Jun shut his door,his eyes following the Toyota down the street until it turns the corner, leaving him alone as the sun starts to set. He knew that he should leave too. Logically, Vernon knew that it would be smart to get in his Beretta and drive offâleave all this bullshit behind, but then he hears the laughter from inside the house and logic is off the table.Â
âDid you see his stupid fuckinâ face?â Juwon mimics Jun falling forward as Alanna tips back her beer, her eyes bright watching him getting attention from the small crowd around them. They werenât Christen and you, but when it came to this sceneâthis is when they were King and Queen.Â
Grinning as he slides his fingers along Alannaâs side, Juwon nods, agreeing to another drink as Jake slides off the couch, moving towards the kitchen to gather them for the group. âYou having a good time, babe?â He knew she was; he could see that hazed, lazy look in her eyes. She was just high enough, just drunk enough, that the world didnât matter anymore. All that mattered was right in front of her, and that was how Alanna loved to exist.Â
âMmmâso fucking good. Only be better ifââ Leaning in to whisper in to Juwonâs ear, Alanna drapes her leg over his thigh, causing him to groan not only to her dirty words but also to the weight of her knee over his crotch. âKnow what I mean? Canât do that here.âÂ
Juwonâs finger slid down further to grip at Alannaâs hip, her skirt sliding up slightly on her thigh, causing Jake to cough as he averted his eyes. âIâshit. Got more beers... Iâll leave âem here. Yâall wanna use my room or somethinâ? Donât fuck on my couch, alright?âÂ
Pushing his tongue against his teeth, Vernon leans against the wall in the dark hall next to the bathroom as he watches the scene in front of him carefully. It was interesting how much people would let themselves go when they thought they were amongst friends or those who worshipped them. Vernon also thought it was interesting what people left just lying aroundâor at least what they kept in their medicine cabinets.Â
Jakeâs mother had been in a car accident about a year ago. Vernon remembered when that had happened. It had been dramatic for the town. She was some important bigwig businesswoman that people thought others should give a fuck about, but Vernon didnât even know her name until today. He had learned it when he had read her name on the medicine bottle before he had pocketed the pills inside of it.Â
Vernon had never been a good chemistry student, but he did know that certain things shouldnât be taken in large dosages. The human body wasnât made to accept opioids at an accelerated rate in large quantities. While Vernon hadnât been great in school, he had enjoyed watching people and realizing how little they watched him. Like how Jake hadnât paid attention as Vernon added the crushed-up pills to Alanna and Juwonâs drinks before he handed them off to the couple.
It didnât take long for the drinks to disappear and for the expressions on their faces to change. There was a difference between being high and what they were feeling now. Moving to his feet, Juwon holds his hand to his head as Alanna shakes out her hands, trying to get a grip on herself. âComâcome on, baby. Letâs get out oâoutta here.âÂ
Nodding along with Juwon, Alanna moves to her feet, stumbling along side of him, finding herself holding him upright as the two make their way towards his car. Had they drunk that much? Trying to think back, Alanna blinks a few times as she counts the beers to herself before her attention is brought back to the present and to Juwon when he groans weakly, his legs giving out and pulling her down with him.Â
âJuwon⊠Shit. Whaâbaby!â The euphoric feeling of fun that had been running through Alannaâs body just an hour before was long gone as she lazily swiped Juwonâs hair back, feeling warm tears running down her cheeks. All she could feel now was fear mixed with horror as she watched his eyes roll back, his breaths becoming more like choked gasps. âBaby, wake up!âÂ
Tilting his head, Vernon took in a deep pull from his cigarette before letting it settle in his chest for a second and blowing it out into the wind. He knew that Alanna was trying to be loud enough that others from the party would hear and come to their aid, but she was exhausted and fading.Â
Shaking Juwon as hard as she can manage, Alanna sobs, unable to tell if he is breathingâthe choking sounds no longer reaching her ears. Leaning back against the side of the car, she tries to focus and to find anyone to help them, but the only person she sees makes her blood run cold. Vernon smirks, flicking the last of his cigarette from his fingers before blowing out another deep breath of smoke, his eyes never leaving Alannaâs. Itâs only when the girlâs head falls forward, her body slumping over Juwon's, does Vernon slide behind the wheel of his car and drive down the street.Â
At this point, you were becoming numb from going to funerals. It was two days after the morbid joint memorial that Juwon and Alannaâs family had held, and though you had criedânow you just felt numb.Â
You had watched Christen pass a flask back and forth between himself, Caitlin, and a few other friends in the churchâthat had only served to put you in an even worse headspace. To you, this entire experience should be a reason for your friends to clean up their act. Two of your friends had overdosed, and yet the others felt the need to celebrate that by trying to follow in their footsteps.Â
There had been a full day of you avoiding your phone and pager. You knew that Caitlin wanted you to spend time with her and that Christen would be right on your heels, but the numbness made it easy to say no, or at least nothing at all. It wasnât until that second day when your parents had apologized for having to leave you alone for a few days that you felt like you could finally breathe.Â
You knew you should want their company. You should want the hovering of your mother and the protective shield of your father, but all you wanted was space from the usual. So, when someone knocks at your door just a couple of hours after you had gotten that space, you find yourself almost willing to let them get tired of knocking as you lay on the couch.Â
âY/N?âÂ
Furrowing your brows at the sound of your name, you glance towards the front door before sitting up and wrapping your arms around yourself. You had expected either Christen or Caitlin to come demanding your attention, or even someone from the local church to visit with a casserole, but you hadnât expected to hear Vernonâs voice.Â
Opening the door slowly, you meet his eyes and Vernonâs soft smile almost makes you collapse at how easily he starts to seep through that numbness that had taken over your being. âHi⊠WhyâI mean⊠Do you wanna come in?â
Vernon isnât surprised when you start to ask him why heâs there. He had tried to call you, but you werenât picking up your phone. He could see the look on your face. You looked like you hadnât slept well in a few days. He didnât want to pity you, but there was something about that pout on your pretty lips that almost broke his heart.Â
âYeahâyes, I mean sure. If you want me to, I mean, you know if your parents wonât freak the fuck out.â Vernon watches you shake your head as you take a step back and open the door more for him. Moving past you, Vernon takes in a deep breath, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the idea of being inside your house. He had wanted this for so long; he knew that if he went up those stairs and to the right, the last door had to be your room. God, he wanted to see your room.Â
âMy parents arenât here.â Sighing softly, you close the door, locking it behind you before watching Vernon as he looks around a bit. âThey left this morning to go out of town. Should be back next week sometime.âÂ
Raising his brows, Vernon looks at a picture of your familyâyour mother sitting in a chair as you stand beside her and your father behind you both, his hands on either of your shoulders. It was such a classic family photo, and yet to him it looked so fucking fake. Vernon could see you that werenât as happy as you pretended to be in the picture; there was a fakeness to the smile. He had seen a real smile from you, and he wanted to see it again.Â
âOhâthatâs⊠They left you with all this shit going on? Thatâs kinda fuckedââ Hissing under his breath, Vernon meets your eyes and lets out a long sigh. âIâm sorry, itâs none of my business and Iâm sure they have their reasons. I just worry about you in this big ass house alone with everythingâthis house seems lonely, Y/N.âÂ
You wrap your arms back around yourself, suddenly feeling cold at all that Vernon is pointing out. The house was too big for just you, and it was a bit lonely... Yet you were still enjoying that solitudeâminus him. You liked him there. âItâs not so bad; I mean, youâre here. Itâs not lonely now. Iâand honestly, they were smothering me. I needed a break from them. I needed one from everyâthat sounds bad.âÂ
It didnât sound bad to Vernon. That was something that he understood better than anyone. Sometimes you just needed a break from everyone and everything. If it wasnât necessary, you had to rid yourself of it. He was finding out he was good at thatâvery good, in fact.Â
Taking one step closer, Vernon smiles slightly, his lips pulling up at one side as he tries his luck a bit to be in your space. He wants to be less of a coward and reach out, take your hand or pull you into his arms, but the fear of pushing you away keeps him just far enough away that you tilt your head and give him that sweet smile that makes Vernonâs stomach twist up in knots. âItâs completely fucking fair, Y/N. Iâlook, I was hoping that I wasnât bothering you. I wanted to check on you and⊠Fuck I donât know what I was thinking. I missed you. I just wanted to see your pretty face, honestly.âÂ
Looking down, you press your lips together, trying to keep your reaction hidden. You feel the heat spread across your cheeks, and it only gets hotter as Vernon chuckles and takes one step closer to you. âY/N?â Watching his hand tremble slightly, your lips pull up in a small smile as he works up the courage to lift his hand to your face, his fingers carefully tilting your head up so you will meet his eyes once again.Â
âIâm listening.â You knew you probably shouldnât let yourself enjoy the feeling of Vernonâs calloused fingers on your cheek, but you were. You should be sad right now, hidden in your room mourning the loss of your friends. But as you meet Vernonâs eyes, all you feel are the butterflies in your stomach. âIâwouldâŠâ Taking a deep breath, you close the distance between yourself and Vernon, causing him to take a deep breath in return. âCould you hangout for a while? I donât think I wanna be alone.âÂ
Vernonâs skin erupts with goosebumps as your fingers trace his forearm up to his rest, where you wrap your delicate hand around his wrist. He expects you to move his hand from your face, but instead you lean into his touch, your head tilted as you wait for him to answer you. Swallowing hard, he nods while tracing your cheekbone, feeling the soft skin under his thumb. ââCourse I will.âÂ
Listening to the sound of popcorn popping a room away, Vernon runs his fingers over the couch underneath him. It would be a lie to say he wasnât nervous. You terrified him just as much as you enthralled him. Finally reaching for the small assortment of VHS tapes on the coffee table in front of them, Vernon reads over the titles, trying to make a decision.Â
You had left the movie choice in Vernonâs hands, declaring that he would have the most expertise in that field while you would take care of snacks. Leaning against the kitchen counter, you tap your foot against the cold ceramic tiles as you gnaw at your thumb nail watching the popcorn bag spin in the microwave on the countertop in front of you. Your stomach was in knots. You wanted Vernon there, and yet there was that sense of breaking the rules hanging over your head. There was a looming air of risk weighing on you that made you feel like you were in another dimension as you thought about where the night could goâVernonâs hand on your cheek, his lips on yoursâBEEP BEEP BEEP!Â
Gasping, you put your hand to your chest, your eyes closed as the microwave comes to a stop, pulling you out of your daydream and back to reality. Emptying the popcorn into a bowl, you balance it on your arm as you carry two cans of soda against your stomach with your other hand making your way back to the living room and Vernon.Â
âIf we want something to eat in a bit, I can order pizza. Jerryâs is open until 9 o'clock.â Putting the bowl onto the table, you smile at Vernon as he makes a sound, realizing you were so close. Letting him take the sodas from you, you sit on the couch near him, keeping a space between the two of you as you let out a sigh, your eyes moving over the tapes to see what he had picked.Â
âWhatever you want... I can always eat, but this is great.â Popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth, Vernon glances at you first and then down to the marginal space between himself and you. It made sense; it wasnât like the two of you were dating really. Things had been discussed, but being interested and wanting to see where things went didnât mean it was official. Still, the space made Vernon furrow his brows and caused his stomach to tighten with anxiety. âYoâyou good, Y/N? Is Seven okay?âÂ
Smiling softly, you shift a bit on the couch, your fingers under your thighs, letting the end of your denim shorts catch between your fingers as you bite at your lips anxiously. âMmm, yeah. Iâm fine. Iâve never seen it; my dad buys most of the movies.â Moving back to your feet, you swipe the VHS from the table and kneel in front of the entertainment center as Vernon watches you carefully. âIs it really scary? I meanâitâs totally okay if it is. Brad Pitt is hot, so that makes up for my trauma.âÂ
Vernon grins watching you put the tape into the VCR, your head tilting as you sigh and press the rewind button, realizing that your dad hadnât done it after his last watch of the movie. âItâs not too bad. More thriller and a bit gory. If you donât like it, we can cut it off and try something else.âÂ
Getting back to your feet, you shake your head and move back towards Vernon, offering him the remote before taking your seat. âIâm not that much of a wuss. Besides, you wonât let the movie hurt me, right?â You knew it was a pathetic attempt at flirting, but the slight smile on Vernonâs lips and the flush running along his ears to his neck made you feel a bit better about how nervous you were.Â
âNah⊠never. Wouldnât let anything hurt you, honestly.â Leaning back against the cushions, Vernon doesnât see your expression change as he presses play and pops a few more kernels of popcorn into his mouth. He doesnât seem to understand how much his words effect you and how your heart beats quicker in your chest. It doesnât seem to dawn on him until you slide closer to him, your legs tucked up under you so that you can rest your shoulder against his arm.Â
Struggling to watch the movie, Vernon stays in the same awkward position for the first forty-five minutes of the movie. His eyes move from the television to your face, the pout on your lips becoming more evident as time ticks by, until finally you sigh and reach forward to grab a handful of popcorn, letting Vernon take a much-needed breath.Â
He leans his head back, cursing under his breath as you stay forward on your knees for what seems like an impossible amount of time, when in truth itâs only a few secondsâlong enough to take a sip of your drink to wash down your popcorn. When you lean back, you gasp quietly under your breath before lifting your eyes towards Vernon, finding yourself tucked into his side. Now your cheeks were burning, and you could feel Vernonâs fingers brushing together against your shoulder as he took a deep breath, seeming to need it for courage as he kept his eyes forward with his arm behind you on the couch.Â
You felt perfect against his side, and it was almost devastating to Vernon. You smelled sweet and just as warm as you felt; it was causing him to almost feel lightheaded. Lifting his free hand to his lips, Vernon rubs at them as he glances down at you, being careful not to move his head. God, you were so beautiful. He had looked at you so many times, and he had been close enough to look at you, but never this close. If he really wanted to, Vernon was almost convinced he could take the time to count your eyelashes or freckles while he admired your face.Â
Grimacing at the movie, you whine, finding yourself tucking your body and head against Vernon, wanting to get away from the sight of blood and filth in front of you. âSo grossâŠâ Fingers brush over your hair and Vernon smiles behind his fingers, finally moving them as he meets your eyes, knowing he has your attention.Â
âIs it too much?âÂ
Rubbing your lips together, you canât help the way you take in a deep breath of Vernonâs cologne, letting it invade your senses. Looking from his eyes to his lips and back, you shyly smile before you shake your head. âItâs okay.âÂ
You were saying one thing, and your body language was telling Vernon something completely differentâand yet the movie was beginning to not matter. Vernon could almost feel the path of your eyes as they move to his lips before his eyes take the same walk down your face and he feels your fingers gently trace the sleeve of his t-shirt where it sits on his bicep. Did you want him to kiss you? All signs were pointing to yesâŠ
The feeling of Vernonâs fingers on your chin this time is almost electric as he gently keeps your head in place, leaning down to test the waters by brushing his lips against yours. Resting his nose along yours, he smiles when your fingers close against his arm, dragging your nails along his skin gently. âY/N... is that what you want? I gotta know. I donât wanna do anything you donât want.âÂ
God, your head was spinning. For your entire high school existence and the short time you have had outside of it trying to navigate being a woman, you had never been asked what you wanted. Christen never asked. He told and took, or at least he tried. There had been so many times when he had almost taken things from you that you would have never been able to get back, and now as you clung to Vernon, his lips hovering over yours and that question on his lipsâyou yearned.Â
âPlease? Kiss me? I want it.âÂ
Vernonâs brows furrow tightly, almost painfully so at how needy you sound. His lips meet yours gently, but not without meaning. He doesnât want to scare you, but he also doesnât want to risk you slipping through his fingers as he tastes your lip balm on his tongue.Â
To Vernon, you seem delicate, almost as if he were to hold you too tightly, he might break you. Itâs almost frustrating to you when you whine into the most breathtaking kiss you had ever received and Vernonâs hand tightens on your hip only for him to shakily loosen his grip and move his hand as if heâs afraid of something.Â
Shifting on the couch, you open your eyes, moving your leg slowly along Vernonâs thigh to see how he will react. You furrow your brows, feeling a rush of arousal, your panties beginning to stick to your folds when Vernon groans your name from deep in his throat to the feeling of the warmth between your legs against his jeans.Â
âShitâI⊠Y/N, I gottaââ Vernon leans his head back, his eyes searching the ceiling as you stay still, almost afraid to move based on his reaction and the feeling bubbling inside of you. Glancing over his face and down along his neck, you finally make up your mind, leaning forward to press your lips to the junction between Vernonâs jaw and his neck and listening to his breath quicken.Â
Hands slide along your legs to the end of your shorts, where Vernon forces himself to stop and let his hands rest even as his fingers knead at your soft thighs. He could feel how hard he was getting from the feeling of your warmth against his leg and your soft, plush lips on his throat. âY/NâŠâÂ
Your name was starting to sound like a prayer on Vernonâs lips, as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded and sitting on the couch. âI like you, Vernon. Like a lot, if that isnât clear.â Groaning in a mixture of frustration and pleasure, Vernon lifts one hand from your leg to run his fingers through his hair, tugging gently to bring himself back to reality. You were making it hard for him to keep his head clear as you traced the collar of his shirt and adjusted your leg over his.Â
âI think itâs painfully obvious that I like you too.â Sighing, Vernon meets your eyes as you smile at him. Your face is so sweet, not a bit of malice or ill intent behind your eyes. There is something so innocent and pure about you that makes him equally excited and horrified. âIâm enjoying this. Iâm juâIâm enjoying it a little too much.âÂ
You werenât stupid or completely naive. You could feel how hard Vernon was as you dared to slide your leg further up his, resting your knee dangerously close to his crotch. It wasnât like you hadnât made out with guys or that you had been around Christen when he had gotten too excited, but this was different. You wanted to be here. You wanted more with Vernon, and you knew what it meant and how it would change things.Â
âThatâs okay, right? Itâs justâyou know, just us here. Um, if we wanted to, you know.âÂ
Tilting his head, Vernon canât stop the way his lips pull up in a soft, amused smile at your phrasing. Were you embarrassed to ask him for more, or were you afraid to say the words? Or was it something else? Were you even more pure than he thought?Â
âWanted to what, Y/N? Make out? We already wereâŠâÂ
Whining at Vernonâs words, you shift even closer to him as you shake your head no firmly. âIâno, I mean yes. I want to kiss you so much. Keep kissing me, but more. I mean, ifâif you want me like that.âÂ
The moment that your confidence seems to wane, Vernonâs brows furrow and his hand moves to your neck, pulling you closer for a deep kiss that once again takes your breath. Gasping into the kiss, you feel a rush of excitement run through your body as his other hand slips around to your ass, fingers slipping into your back pocket.Â
âYou got literally no fucking idea how much I want you like that or how long IâveâGod, baby.â The pet name slips off Vernonâs lips as a soft whine before he can stop himself. A rush of fear moves through him quickly, but when you smile on his lips and shift over his lap to sit on his thighs, Vernonâs anxiety melts away. âAre you sure?â
Nodding, you let your knees slide to either side of Vernonâs legs, a soft gasp escaping your lips when you finally feel the bulge of his cock press against the center of your legs. âUh huh, Iâm sure, butâgod, itâs so embarrassing.â Lowering your head to press your face against Vernonâs neck, you only feel shame for a moment before his hand slides over your back to join the other on your ass, helping you gently grind down over his jeans. âOhâŠâÂ
This had to be a dreamâsome perfect wet dream that Vernon would wake up from with his boxers sticky from cum. There was no way you were actually rolling your hips down over his cock, and those pretty little whines were real, but it all felt real. You were warm on his lap, your pussy almost hot even through your shorts. Your ass felt soft in his hands as Vernon tightened his fingers over the denim, trying to keep himself from throwing you down on the floor and fucking you right there in front of the family portrait over the fireplace. âFuckâdonât be embarrassed in front of me, please? Whatâs wrong? Talk to me, baby.âÂ
Kissing gently at Vernonâs neck, you furrow your brows, feeling his fingers run over your head as he asks you to talk to him. Taking his hand when he moves it to your neck, you link your fingers with Vernonâs before nodding. âIâve never done this before, Vernon. I wanna do it. I wannaâI want it with you, but I just donât wanna fuck it up.âÂ
If there was a way for Vernon to die, go to heaven, and end up back on your couch in the span of seconds, it had happened. Staring up at you, he licks his lips, trying to come up with the right words before finally shaking his head and letting out a sigh. âYouâre perfect. You couldnât fuck up a single thing even if you tried.âÂ
Patting your thighs, Vernon helps you to your feet and offers you his hand as you give him a confused look. âIâm not doing this on your couch in your living room, Y/N. You deserve so much better than that.â Gently tugging at your hand, he leads you towards the staircase, and you find yourself enamored by Vernon as he leads you to your bedroom.Â
While Vernon had thought being in your house was overwhelming, being in your bedroom was like being inside of his dreams. It was like being inside your head and learning how to understand you from the inside out. Dropping your hand for a moment, he moves to turn on your bedside lamp before turning back to you and offering you his hand as you tilt your head and laugh softly. âHow did you know which room was mine?âÂ
You watch Vernonâs eyes shift to your window quickly before he laughs and shrugs into a sigh, his arms wrapping around you while he walks backwards towards your bed. âLucky guess and I followed my nose. It smells like your perfume.â Vernon wasnât going to tell you that he had counted your windows hundreds of times and that he had guessed the layout of your house, perhaps knowing it better than his own. No, he wasnât going to fuck up the best thing that had ever happened to him as you looked up at him like he had hung the stars in the sky.Â
âOh⊠I bet I could find your room like that too. Your cologne smells so good; itâs my favorite thing.â Leaning forward, you rest your nose in the crook of Vernonâs neck, taking in a breath and Vernon thinks he could die right then and there. Yes, he liked you, but that wasnât strong enough for the emotions that you made him feelâhe loved you.Â
âJesus, Y/N⊠You donât even fucking understand what youâre doing to me. Iâhere, lay down. Let meâI gotta take care of you, right? Make this matter.â Carefully turning with you in his arms, Vernon walks you backwards until your knees hit your bed. âI got you.â Resting his knee beside you, Vernon keeps his eyes locked on yours as he helps you lay back on your bed, a pillow under your headâanother picture from a dream heâs had a hundred times.Â
Trailing his fingers slowly along your side, Vernon shakes his head as you shift under him, squirming slightly in anticipation. âYouâre telling me that no one else has touched you like this?â When you whine his name, Vernon smiles, the warm, soft feeling of your skin under his fingertips as he pushes your shirt up your torso towards your breasts, exposing your body to him... inch by inch.Â
âItâs just a question. I just canât believe Iâm this fucking lucky. Crazy to me actuallyâŠâ Vernonâs words make your cheeks heat up, but any complaints you have die on your tongue when his lips gently brush over your stomach. âBut Iâll take care of you... Make you feel good, I promise.âÂ
You find yourself wondering how many people Vernon had been with before you, but before you can ask, a moan slips from your lips at the feeling of his warm breath and kisses moving along your skin. You knew this would feel goodâhaving someone touch you, kissing youâbut you had no idea it would be this good when he had just started.Â
âPlease⊠please? Can I see you? âM so nervous, Vernon... Donât tease me.âÂ
Vernon could tell you were nervous. You were trembling under him. Every kiss brought out a new shiver and more goosebumps. He knew it wasnât fear, because if he even for a moment thought you were afraid of him, Vernon would stop. That was his worst nightmareâa world where you werenât safe and happy.Â
âNot teasing, baby. Iâm exploring⊠IâmâmmâŠâ Chuckling against your skin, Vernon hisses, almost afraid to say what he wants to, but a glance up to meet your eyes gives him the confidence he needs. âIâm loving you. Lift your hips for me, angel.âÂ
Wiggling your hips from side to side, you grip at the bedding under you as Vernon works your jean shorts down your thighs and finally off your legs. In that moment, feeling Vernonâs hand running along your leg back towards your thigh, you find yourself happy that you had taken the time to shave your legs. The thought seems trivial and silly, but the feeling of his rougher hands on your soft skin is better than anything youâve ever felt before.Â
âYouâre so beautiful. The most beautiful girl Iâve ever seen in my goddamn life, you know that?â Vernon grins as you let out a soft, happy sound to his words and also to the feeling of his lips against your knee. It was killing him to go so slowly, but it was what you deserved. He could just imagine Christen throwing you on the bed and shoving his cock in you. Some bastard who didnât give a shit about anything other than getting his dick wet, watching you cry, not even from pleasure as he got his rocks off... No, Vernon wasnât about to treat you like that. He would never treat you like that.Â
âCan I?â Sucking in a breath as you feel the back of Vernonâs finger trace the lace around your thigh near the center of your legs, you glance down between your legs and whine. You could see how wet you were and there was no way that Vernon hadnât noticed too. He was being so respectful, and you loved that he was asking. âHm? Can I take these off too?âÂ
âYeahâŠâ Your voice is quieter than you mean for it to be so you nod, making sure that Vernon meets your eyes. Lifting your hips one more time, you quickly close your eyes when you feel air hit your wet folds and Vernon helps you lift your legs one at a time until your panties are discarded on the floor with your shorts.Â
All Vernon wanted was for you to look at him, but the embarrassment was written on your face like a book. This was the first time anyone had seen you like this and he wasnât going to push you. He was going to help you and ease you into feeling more comfortable. âPretty girl, itâs just us. I want you to know that you are perfect. Everything about you, from your head to your toes.âÂ
Your quiet laugh causes Vernonâs lips to pull up in a smile. He loved that sound and he meant what he said. Slowly moving his hands along your legs, Vernon lets you decide when to spread your legs and he does his best to muffle his groan when he is able to take you in completely. âShhâokay. Perfect, baby. You still okay?âÂ
Whimpering his name under your breath, you open your eyes to meet Vernonâs and wonder if that was a mistake when you find him watching you closely. Lifting your arm to put it over your eyes for a second before raising it over your arm, you nod and wiggle down in the bed towards Vernon as his breath quickens. âYeah⊠Still wanna see you.âÂ
A scoff slips from between Vernonâs lips and he nods, forcing himself to pull his eyes away from you. It was difficult. You were every bit his wet dream a thousand times over as you lay on the bed naked from the waist down, your shirt bunched up under your perfect tits. âYou can see me. Whatever you want.âÂ
Sitting up on your elbows, you bite your lips as you watch Vernon stand at the end of your bed. Your instinct is your moveâto help him as he pulls his shirt over his head or as he undoes his belt, but instead you find yourself frozen in a trance. It isnât until Vernon pushes his thumbs into the top of his boxers, his eyes meeting yours, that you glance away only to hear him laugh under his breath and whisper your name.Â
âDonât be so shy about it. Even if we just end up making out, Iâm not gonna be disappointed, alright? You wanted to see me... Is that still true?â Nodding, you slowly move your eyes over Vernonâs body, letting out a deep breath. You felt childish, like you were still stuck in high school until the exact moment that Vernonâs boxers hit the ground and your eyes met his with want.Â
Running his hand over his mouth, Vernon stiffles a groan at the look on your face and to the relief of pressure being off of his cock. He wanted more; he needed more... but this was a start. You were looking at him like he was a full-course meal and he wasnât planning on making you wait much longer.Â
âGod, you canât keep looking at me like that. Come âereâŠâ Helping you sit up more, Vernon meets your eyes with a smile before quickly pressing his lips to yours, his hands working your shirt over your chest. Humming against his lips, you lift your arms, letting him break the kiss to help you out of the shirt completely before his lips are right back on yours.Â
Skin meets skin and you find your thighs brushing together at the feeling of Vernonâs cock resting on your lower stomach as his fingers work the clasp of your bra open at the middle of your back. âOh my god... Please go faster, Vernon.âÂ
There was that want and need in your voice again. Vernon has already been leaking onto your skin, but with those words, he felt his cock jerk, a rush of pre-cum oozing along your stomach as he tugs your bra from your arms and tosses it over his head, not caring where it lands.Â
âFuck.â There wasnât much more that Vernon could think to say as he looked at you now. Your lips bitten and swollen from his kisses, your breasts rising and falling quickly with each deep breath, and your knee running along his hip. The moment he feels your warm, wet folds on his thigh, Vernon thinks heâs died one more time. It wasnât like he had fucked many other girls in his life. A couple of hookups at shitty parties, but none of them had mattered and none of them had made him feel like he was going to lose his fucking mind. He had always heard that your first time, the one who took your virginity was supposed to be the one that you remembered forever⊠Right now he couldnât even remember her name, much less her face, as you looked up at him and ran your fingers along his jaw.Â
âAre you gonnaââ Swallowing hard, you struggle for the right word, but your cheeks bloom with heat and Vernon smiles. âDonât make fun of me. Itâs hard⊠I donât know how to say it without sounding gross. I want you... Put it in.âÂ
God, Vernon felt like he could cum on the spot hearing you say something like that. He wanted to be inside of you, but that wasnât how this should work. He watches how you pout, a full frown forming on your pretty lips when he shakes his head. Pressing a kiss to your lips, Vernon groans before working the kisses to your cheek and down your jaw to your neck as he speaks quietly. âI will, I promise... Just not yet. Iâm not an asshole, baby. Itâs not gonna feel good at first, no matter what I do, but I gotta make sure you're ready either way. You understand?âÂ
You werenât a child; you had touched yourself plenty of times and Christen had tried to show you porn to see how embarrassed you would get. You knew what Vernon was talking about, but seeing and feeling was different. With a breath getting caught in your throat, you run your fingers through Vernonâs hair as he kisses the top of each of your breasts, glancing up at you to make sure you are okay before running his tongue around one of your nipples. Arching from the mattress, you moan behind tight lips, your brows furrowed as Vernon smiles against your skin, sucking the bud into his mouth gently.Â
âHoly shit⊠That feels so good. Your mouthâŠâ It all felt so dirty, like you shouldnât be able to experience it, and yet as Vernonâs fingers caressed your stomach moving lower, your head just got clouded with arousal. The first pass of his thumb between your folds is like being shocked by a live wire. Any attempt you had at being quiet fails, your lips falling open in a breathy moan that has Vernon groaning against your soft breast as he repeats the motion. âPlease, please, please...âÂ
Your pleads sound like a prayerâa song of worship sang by a true believer as you lift your hips and roll them towards Vernonâs fingers as he uses his knuckles and thumb to massage your clit. âYouâre so wet, Y/N.â Vernon had said your name and he was talking about you, but you werenât sure he was actually speaking to you. It was more that he was saying the words on his mind out loud in wonder as he finally eased his index finger into your tight hole, feeling you clench down around him like a vice.Â
âBaby⊠Fuckââ Vernonâs voice gets caught in his throat as he rests his forehead against your chest, working his finger into you, feeling your arousal seeping around it. âRelax for me. Let me help you feel good, huh?âÂ
You were trying to relax, but Vernonâs finger was deep inside of you and you could feel every time he would bend his knuckle, raking the pad of his finger back towards your stomach. It was overwhelming how good it felt and how much you wanted more. To you, it made no sense how you could already feel so full and yet so empty. âUh huhâŠâÂ
âThatâs my girl.â
Vernonâs voice had dropped an octave and as if that wasnât hot enough, he had called you his girl. God, you wanted to be his girl. You hadnât realized how much you wanted that until he said it. You wanted to be his, only his for the rest of your life. You knew it was silly, that this was probably that first time euphoria taking over you, but looking into Vernonâs brown eyes as he smiled up at you sliding down further into the bed... You were falling in love with his boy.Â
Using his other hand to separate your folds, Vernon groans under his breath as he glances from you back to what he is doing before leaning in to run his tongue from his finger to your clit. He hadnât warned you, but being between your legs, his mouth level with your pussy should have told you everything you needed to know, in his opinion. Yet, when you practically scream his name, your mouth falling open in shock, Vernon just grins and latches on to your clit rendering you speechless.Â
This was like nothing you had ever felt before. You had fingered yourself before, played with your clit... but having Vernonâs mouth on you? That was pushing you over the edge so fast that you couldnât think straight. There were no intelligent thoughts in your brain; the only thing that was there was Vernon, Vernon, Vernon...Â
Trying to lift your hips, you let out a choked moan when a second finger eases in to you next to the first. The feeling of being full and wet skyrockets you to the moon and back; your thighs shake on either side of Vernonâs head and before you can warn him, the coil that had been so quickly winding inside of you snaps.Â
Closing his eyes, Vernon groans loudly, feeling your thighs close around his head as you cum. He knew it was coming. He could feel your walls squeezing his fingersâthe way you were pushing your hips down over his hand trying to fuck yourself. When you finally let your legs fall to either side, apologies slipping from your lips, Vernon silences them by slowly slipping his fingers from you so he can replace them with his tongue.Â
Fingers tightly grip at brown locks as you struggle to not trap Vernonâs head between your thighs once again. You sob out his name on a moan, tears running down your cheeks as your thighs begin to shake once again. âI canâtâoh, my god. It almost hurts, Vernon.âÂ
Furrowing his brows, Vernon groans at how good you taste, but your words make him find his restraint. Licking his lips, he takes a deep breath and meets your eyes with blown-out pupils, his hips pressed firmly into your comforter to keep himself from rutting against it. ââM sorry, baby. You taste so good. I donât want it to hurt; I just want you to feel good.âÂ
Vernonâs lips pull into a soft smile when you reach for him. Sliding up in the bed between your legs, he kisses your jaw and then your lips before gliding his tongue along yours, letting you taste yourself. Making a face, your brows knitting together, you pull back from Vernon to pout up at him and shake your head as his fingers lightly stroke your side. âTastes awful⊠But I do feel goodâso, so good. IâI want this. I want it all. Can Iâyou?âÂ
A laugh starts to leave Vernonâs mouth, along with a comeback about how you taste like candy to him when your hand wraps around his cock and nothing he was going to say is left in his head. Groaning, he rests his forehead against yours, letting out a shaky breath before wrapping his hand loosely over yours and guiding it over his shaft in a slow stroke from base to tip and back.Â
âTruâtrust me⊠I want you to. I want so much with you, but fuck. If I let you do this or anything elseâŠâ A long groan of your name falls from Vernonâs lips as he meets your eyes, looking for mercy, when you break free from his hand and trace the slit in his head with your thumb, feeling pre-cum ooze around your finger. âBabe, Iâll cum before I can fuck you. I canât bounce back as quickly as you and I reallyâdonât do this to me. Please, beautiful.âÂ
You could see yourself getting addicted to the power of having Vernonâs cock in your hand. You loved how you were reducing him to breathy moans and begging, but you wanted to feel him inside of you. You wanted him to be your first and you wanted it today. You didnât want to wait anymore. Lightly scratching your nails along the underside of his shaft, you pull your fingers from Vernon, watching him choke on his breath, his arms shaking as he struggles to keep himself above you. âOkay, Vernon, but I wanna do this next time.âÂ
Next time. Those two words made Vernon feel like he was levitating. You didnât want this to be a one-time thing. You wanted him in your life. Groaning deeply, Vernon nods, leaning down to capture your lips as he uses his left hand to pin your right wrist to the bed, keeping it away from his cock. âYou can do whatever you want to me next time. I swear to god.âÂ
Silence takes over the room; only your shaky breaths are left as Vernonâs thumb strums at your pulse point over your wrist. You had asked for this, and now that it was going to happen, you found yourself once again so nervous that you felt like you could faint. Vernon could see it in your eyes, all those nerves racing through your mind. There was enough stress on you; this should take it away, not add more⊠Heâd do what he had to in order to let you know this wasnât scary.Â
âOkay, baby? Rest your knee against my hip, keep your leg up... Should make it easier. Iâll go slow, and if you donât like anything, you tell me right away. Iâll stop. I wonât be mad or sad.â Seeing the pout on your lips even as you move your leg like you were asked to do, Vernon copies it and shakes his head. âI like you so fucking much, Y/N. I liked you before we got in this bed and Iâll like you once we are out of it. This is a goddamn dream come true, angel.âÂ
It was almost like you could hear him telling you that he loved you, and while it scared you, it also made you relax under Vernon. The brush of his thumb over your warm cheek, his lips lazily moving over yours as he lined himself up with you and began to ease himself into youâit was all overwhelmingly perfect.Â
Furrowing your brows to the stretch and then a stinging pain, you hiss on Vernonâs lips, causing him to look down at you as he finally bottoms out in you, feeling you clench around him. âWaitââ Nodding, Vernon bites at his lips, watching you closely as you seem to try to work out some internal problem, but as the pain starts to fade and your face relaxes so does his anxiety. âOkay, Iâm okay. You can move.âÂ
He wanted to. Vernonâs brain was telling him to fuck you hard and fast, but his heart reminded him who you were and where he was so he kept it slow. Each thrust smooth and steady so he could keep his eyes on your pretty face, watching for any signs of discomfort, but the deeper and longer he went, he only saw bliss. âIs it good? You like it?âÂ
There werenât words to describe how much you enjoyed the feeling of Vernon inside of you. It was as if you were made to be one and for you to feel this full, but as he kept his pace slow and his thrusts almost too shallow, you couldnât explain the frustration building inside of you until it snapped. âMmmhm, more? Can I have more?âÂ
Closing his eyes to hide how they were rolling back in his head from pleasure to your words, Vernon nods and buries his face in the crook of your neck. He was dying for more. He would have kept this pace for the entire time if it was what you wanted, but it would have been torture for him, but those words... and asking for more?Â
âIâll give you the fucking world. So, yeah, baby, Iâll give you more.âÂ
Vernonâs choice of words makes you smile, a bit giddy at how love struck he sounds but your moment is short lived because he stays true to his words. A loud gasping moan falls from your lips as Vernonâs hips meet yours hard, his cock buried in you so deep you wonder how you are possibly able to fit all of him. The drag of his tip as he pulls almost all the way out of you almost makes you cry in fear you are losing him but then he is back inside of you as if he never left, his hips rutting against yours harder and faster.Â
âThis what you wanted? More? Tell me itâs what you wanted.âÂ
Tears once again form in your eyes as you nod, feeling that familiar tightening in your stomach. You couldnât believe how quickly Vernon could get you to your orgasm. There had been nights when you would lay on your back, your fingers working hard only to find no satisfaction. Yet Vernon was making you cry with how good he could make you feel. âPlease, yes! So good⊠Itâs what I want, Vernon. Donât stop, please. Iâm gonnaââÂ
You couldnât even say that you were going to cum? God, you were perfect. Vernonâs perfect, pure little untainted rose that he was going to keep unsoiled by anyone else for the rest of his life if he had his way about it. Nipping at your jaw, Vernon groans loudly, feeling himself getting close to his own climax as your walls tighten and quiver around him. âYeah? You gonna cum for me, baby? Say it⊠Do it for me? I wanna hear you say it.âÂ
Pushing your head back against the pillow, you sob Vernonâs name as his fingers slip between your legs to rub at your clit as his cock fills you full, keeping you right on the edge. You find yourself wanting to give him exactly what he wants, even if it makes your entire body feel like itâs on fire and like you are going against every single moral thing you know. Biting your lips, you whimper, your words a whisperâyet Vernon smiles hearing each one. âIâm gonna cum for you.âÂ
A deep thrust, one that sends you towards the headboard as his fingers circle your clit without mercy, makes you do exactly that. Choking on your moans, you feel Vernonâs thumb wipe under your eyes pushing away your tears as he whispers your name and how good you are before he groans deep and pulls from you suddenly.Â
Warm, sticky cum paints your stomach as Vernonâs hand strokes his cock quickly. Panting groans spill from between his lips as he sits back on his knees and lets his eyes move over your body to your face as you look up at him trying to catch your breath.Â
âFuck, babeâŠâ Running his hand over his mouth, Vernon sighs, glancing down at the pool of cum on your stomach, running towards the top of your mound and he swears his cock could get hard again. âIâshit. Whiâwhich room is the bathroom? Iâm gonna get a washcloth and clean this off you.â
Gesturing to the hall, you mutter across the hall, watching Vernon roll from your bed and towards your door. The more time that passes, even as you listen to the sound of water from a room over, you feel your chest get heavyâa deep sense of dread washing over you as tears once again threaten your eyes. This time when the tears spill over your cheeks, they arenât from pleasure and you find yourself confused as to why you feel so upset after something that felt so good.Â
Washcloth in hand, Vernon sighs only to stop in his tracks seeing you crying. âWhâshit. No, whatâs wrong?â Sitting on the bed beside of you, he runs his fingers through your hair while using his other hand to carefully clean your stomach. The moment he is back on your bed, his hands on you, the dread you had felt starts to fade, your chest feeling lighter.Â
âIââ Swallowing hard, you shake your head and lean into Vernonâs touch as he slides down in the bed and pulls you into his arms, letting you curl up against him tightly. âI donât know. I felt so alone all of a sudden and scared.âÂ
Shushing you, Vernon kisses your forehead, running his hand along your back as your fingers scratch lightly at his stomach, causing him to suck in a breath. âIâmâfuck⊠Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have left you right after like that. I didnât even think. That was so stupid. I just didnât want all that shit to dry on your skin. Iâm not gonna leave you, baby. I promise.âÂ
Promise. That word makes your heart jump and you wrap your arm around Vernonâs waist, pulling yourself even closer to him. You knew that there was a risk of falling in love with the person who took your virginity, but that wasnât what this was. This was something more. This was more about who Vernon was and the type of person he was.Â
Pressing a kiss to Vernonâs chest, you look up after to find him smiling down at you. It was taking everything in you not to say those three little words that he wanted to hear more than anything.Â
Tapping his fingers against his steering wheel, Christen sighs loudly as he turns on to your street. He was annoyed. You hadnât been answering your phone, and you had avoided him for two days.Â
It wasnât like he didnât know what was going on. He was feeling some sort of way after going to the funeral too, but that didnât mean he was going to be a bitch and cut people off from his life like you were. Clearly you were just dealing with shit and needed to be checked on.Â
Pushing his tongue against his cheek, Christen stares at the car in your driveway as if it will disappear. There was no fucking way that car was in your driveway. Your parents cars werenât there, but Vernon Chweâs was? Something was fucked up and he was fuming.Â
Slamming his car into park and leaning forward to look at your house, Christen narrows his eyes at what lights are on. Where could you and this freak be? What were you two doing? He wasnât sure what pissed him off more. The fact that Vernon was at your house. The fact that he was at your house alone with you. Or the fact that your bedroom light was on while the rest of the house was dark.Â
âMotherfuckerâI shouldâŠâ The words trail off Christenâs lips as his eyes fall back on the Beretta, his blood boiling. If Vernon could taint something precious that belonged to him, he would ruin something precious of his.Â
Taking a deep breath, Vernon smiles when he realizes that you are in his arms. The smell of your shampoo and perfume almost overwhelms his senses even before he opens his eyes and pulls you a bit closer. He probably shouldnât have stayed over, but after everything that happened, he couldnât see himself leaving youâhe didnât want to leave you.Â
You had been beautiful the night before, but in the morning light that could make it through your curtains, you were stunning. Vernon usually didnât like the mornings. He preferred to sleep in until later in the day and spend his time out later at night, but for youâto see this, heâd get up at the crack of dawn.Â
âMmmâŠâ Stretching against Vernon, you turn in his arms, nuzzling your nose against his chest. You were beginning to wake up, but everything around you still felt like the best dream ever. You were warm and safe in Vernonâs arms. Nothing bad could possibly happen to you ever again. There was nothing else besides what was in this room right now that mattered.Â
Leaning to brush your hair from your forehead, Vernon smirks a bit to himself as your nose wrinkles a bit and you seem to try to hide from his touch and the light by burying your face even closer to his body. âBabyâŠâ The word slips from Vernonâs tongue like candy and you smile against his skin, remembering how many times he had called you that the night before. âI gotta go home... least for a bit. Come on, donât hide from me; let me see your pretty face for a bit.âÂ
Your smile fades at the idea of Vernon leaving you alone. You knew it wasnât forever, but your mind was spiraling with the idea that he might not come back, so it took a lot of strength to meet his eyes and attempt not to look as sad as you felt. Though you tried to smile, Vernon could see the way your bottom lip was sticking out; he could see the concern in your eyes, and it almost broke his heart.Â
âNo⊠hey.â Sitting up, Vernon pulls you into his arms and cups your cheek, pressing his lips to yours and taking your breath away. You were melting against him. Vernon could feel how pliant you were in his hands and it was almost too much for him to handle. He knew without even having to ask that if he wanted to, he could lay you down and make love to you all over again⊠but he had to wait. âIâll be back. You think Iâm leavinâ you? Iâm not an idiot. Got me for as long as you want me, Y/N.âÂ
It shouldnât make you as happy as it does to hear Vernon pledge himself to you like he does after one night, but you canât stop the smile that pulls at your lips even as you kiss him. âPromise? What ifâŠâ Laughing sweetly, you bite at your lip and give him a teasing look as he sighs, meeting your eyes. âWhat if I said forever?âÂ
Groaning, Vernon furrows his brows, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You might be joking, but god, he wished you werenât. âThen you can have forever. âM yours, long as you want me, like I said. Just gotta make sure my mom doesnât file a missing persons report.âÂ
Vernon laughs when you wince at his words, the cute look on your face making him fall even harder for you. He knew his mom wouldnât actually do that, not after just one night. He had been gone for longer periods of time, but there were some things he needed to do before he came back to you.Â
âIâm sorry, Vernon... Iâm clingy, I guess.â Trailing your fingers along his chest, you sigh into your pout, feeling his fingers trace your jaw. Shaking his head, Vernon lets his index finger move over your cupidâs bow, feeling your lips press against the pad of his finger. He wants to give in and stay right where he is.Â
âIâll be back this afternoon, promise.âÂ
Even after trying to feed Vernon or at least send him home with some form of food, you are left in your foyer with your lips tingling as he refuses, saying this is more than enough. You can only watch as he winks at you and closes the door behind him, leaving you alone in your house, making you realize just how quiet it is when you are by yourself while you count down the hours until he comes back.Â
Sliding the pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, Vernon puts one between his lips and starts to light it when his mouth falls open, the cigarette falling to the pavement at his feet. A moment before he could hear the birds chirping, cars driving in the distance, and even kids playing down the street. Now he could only hear the blood rushing in his ears as his eyes moved over the side of his Beretta and the red paint that had dripped down the entire side of the door in big capital letters: âPERVâ.Â
Shoving the cigarettes back into his pocket, Vernon curses through gritted teeth as he moves around the other side of his car, only to laugh in anger when he sees âLOSERâ on the other side in the same red paint. He didnât need to figure out who had done this or even guessâhe knew. There was only one person, Christen.Â
The sound of the car door slamming outside makes you jump, your brows furrowing at how angry it sounds. You start to move to your front door when you hear tires squeal out of your driveway and down the street, leaving you confused and feeling a bit sick to your stomach. You knew that Vernon was a bit different from what you knew, but he wasnât the type of person in your mind to drive recklessly.Â
Deciding to settle back into the cushions of your couch and pass the time with television, you manage to zone out for a while. Your mind occasionally drifts to Vernon, causing your eyes to wander to the clock before you pull them back to your show. It had only been a couple of hours so when you hear a knock at your door, you are surprised but excited about the idea of him being back so soon.Â
Practically skipping to the door, you pull it open and your smile drops as you meet Christenâs eyes as he leans against his hand against the door frame, causing him to loom over you. âWow, for a second there, I thought you were happy to see me, baby.âÂ
The name baby on Christenâs lips makes you feel queasy as you take a step back and he takes it as an invitation to take a step into your house, kicking the door closed behind him. âIâIâm not up to hanging out.âÂ
Scoffing, Christen tilts his head at you and glances around your house as if looking for someone else before his eyes land on you once again. âWhy the fuck not? Cause Iâm not Chwe?â Christen watches your reactionâhow you almost recoil at Vernonâs last name. That was all he needed to know, as if he didnât know that the fucker had been at your house last night. âWhat the hell are you doing, Y/N? Didââ Disgust creeps along Christenâs face as he gives you a once-over, searching for something unseen. âDid heâdid that pervert touch you?âÂ
You open your mouth to defend yourself and Vernon, but nothing comes out. You arenât sure what to say. Itâs none of Christenâs business and yet when he asks you something like that, you are overwhelmed with shame, as if you have done something wrong. The look evident on your face, Christen groans, lifting his hand to run it over his face, taking a step towards you to grab your wrist, pulling you towards him hard. Â
âHe did. Baby⊠You gotta tell me.â Pulling your arm in his grasp, you whine, finding his grip too tightâpainful. âDid he fuck you? Tell me he didnât. Tell me you didnât let that freak inside of you.âÂ
Tears gather on your eyes as you pull once more at your arm, blinking a few times they slip on to your cheeks. âLet me go. Stop talking about him like that. Itâs noneââÂ
âWhat the fuck, Y/N!â Christenâs anger makes you stop moving and talking. His grip tightens on your wrist and all you can do is whine his name, more tears rolling down your cheeks. âI didnât think you were a slut, but I guess thatâs what you fuckinâ are. Jesus Christ! Giving it out to anyone whoâll take it, huh?âÂ
Christenâs words cut deep at your heart and your confidence even as you shake your head trying to defend yourself, knowing he is wrong. You hadnât done anything wrong. You had slept with one person your entire life and you cared deeply for him. Christenâs problem was that it wasnât him. He was lashing outâhe was trying to make you hate yourself, it was working.Â
âWhoâs gonna touch you now, Y/N? After you let him fuck you?â Pushing your arm hard back towards you, Christenâs expression doesnât change when the force of his action causes you to stumble backwards, falling on your ass. âItâs pathetic⊠Youâre pathetic. Just a slut.âÂ
Sobbing, you wrap your arms around yourself, begging Christen to leave you alone. Sucking his teeth, the man you had once called your friend tilts his head and stares at you for a moment longer before turning back towards your front door, leaving you alone once again by slamming your door. The sound of the windows rattling from the force of the door shutting makes you jump, a small shrill scream escaping your lips before you lay on your side, pulling your legs up towards your stomach and letting the tears fall freely.
Gritting his teeth, Vernon uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead as he kneels next to his car with a bucket and rag. He had been trying to clean the red spray paint from his black car for over an hour and he had barely made a dent. It was a hot day and the morning sun had only served to bake the paint into the clear coat of his Beretta.Â
Vernon didnât cry, but as he leaned into his driver-side door panel with all the strength he could muster, he could feel the pressure behind his eyes. This was bullshit. He hadnât done anything wrong to Christen. You hadnât done a fucking thing wrong to anyone, and yet this small dick son of a bitch was lashing out like a child, going after the only other thing that Vernon loved.Â
The part of town that Vernon lived in wasnât like yours or honestly, even his closest friends. Most people avoided it because of the lack of amenities and not many people wanted to be seen in the low-income section of such a well-respected little town. Vernon was used to the sound of engines revving; there were always beater cars that sounded like they were on their last legs going up and down his street so when someone seemed like they were late to an appointment, Vernon didnât give it a second thought. He kept his eyes forward, his brows tightly furrowed as he grumbled.Â
Rolling his neck from side to side, Christen leaves his car door open and keeps his eye on the prizeâVernon Chwe with his head close to his stupid ass car as he scraped the truth written from it. He was surprised that he hadnât heard him pull up; he hadnât been subtle. Christen had left your house and hauled ass to get to this trailer park trash part of town and to take care of this.Â
Pain runs through Vernonâs face and head when he meets the side of his car with a loud thud. He can hear a muffled voice through the pain and ringing in his ears; it only becomes clearer when a boot meets his ribs, knocking the air from his lungs. âStupid fucking freak. Couldnât keep your hands off what doesnât belong to you? Iâll fucking kill you.âÂ
Blinking up at Christen, Vernon groans in pain, his hands grabbing for the foot that kept meeting his bruised torso in an attempt to stop the blows. Christen was furious, but so was Vernon. Anger had already been rushing through his veins and now his adrenaline was in overdrive. âGet the fuck offâa me!âÂ
Vernon twists Christenâs foot hard, bringing the other man down to the ground with a loud, painful groan. Both try to make the next move, but Vernon is a second fast, letting him get in the first punch across Christenâs face. âYou piece of shit! I was willinâ to let this go.â Vernon wasnât lying; he had you. He had woken up and felt the best he had in a year. For the briefest of moments, it didnât matter what anyone else thought about him, but as he felt Christen struggle under him, he knew heâd never know that peace with you againânot while he was breathing.Â
Laughing, blood on his lips from Vernonâs fist making contact, Christen uses his fingers to dig into Vernonâs forearm muscle as he pushes against him. âI ainât letting anything go, you perv. Thinkinâ you are high and mighty now that you got some pussy. âSpecially some that donât belong to you!âÂ
He was still laying claim to you. Not even Vernon would claim that you belonged to him after being with you. There was something about how Christen was talking about you, like you were an object, that made him bite through the pain of his grip long enough for him to get his footing. âShe doesnât belong to you! She hates you; donât you fuckinâ get that, Christen?âÂ
That was more than Christen could stand to hear. He could manage a few weeks of letting you sit in your mistake, washing the freak off of you before he would touch youâbut the idea that you hated him? That was insane; no one hated him. Except maybe Vernon, but that feeling was mutual.Â
âShe worships me, Vernon. Always fucking has.â Eyes like daggers follow Vernon as he stumbles backwards into his garage as Christen moves to his feet with a low groan. They were both exhausted, bruised, and bleedingâbut this wasnât over. Following Vernon, Christen points towards him as he wipes blood from his lips with his other hand. âJust cause you got her to put it out like a slut one time doesnât mean a damn thing. Youâre gonna pay for that and then youâre gonna get your ass out of her life.âÂ
A slut. That was enough to make Vernon scoff into a laugh, his hand steadying him on an open drawer of his tool chest. You werenât a slut; you were the furthest thing a person could be from something like that. The fact that Christen of all people was calling you told Vernon everything he needed to knowâhe didnât care about you at all. Christen had never cared about you, and if he didnât care about you, then he didnât matter.Â
âDid you fucking hear me, freak?âÂ
Vernon takes a sharp breath, his fingers wrapping around the handle of the knife as his eyes follow Christenâs broad steps towards him. Without a second thought, Vernon sinks the knife into Christenâs stomach, watching the smug look on his face slowly fade away into confusion and then horror.Â
Blood seeps around his hand as Vernon digs his free hand into Christenâs shoulder, preventing him from taking a step back until he allows it. Looking down at the knife, Venon feels his lips pull up in a slight smirk when Christen gasps in pain.Â
âVernonâŠâÂ
Vernon wasnât sure he had ever heard Christen sound so pathetic and weak before as he pulled the knife from him, meeting his eyes. âI heard you. Can you hear this?â Christen gasps, a choking sound bubbling in his throat as blood seeps around his mouth when Vernon stabs the knife back into his stomach, deeper. The others Vernon had kept at a distance. He hadn't gotten his hands too dirty, but he would be lying to himself if he didnât admit he was enjoying watching the life drain out of Christenâs face.Â
Wiping his hands, Vernon takes a deep breath, nodding at how much progress he had made on his car. Unless you knew what you were looking for, you couldnât see where the words had been painted anymore, and if you looked in the garage, the only thing that would have told you that anything bad had happened was the smell of bleach.Â
Vernon tosses the rag on to the table before putting a cigarette between his lips and looking at the back of Christenâs car. He wanted to get back to you. He had been gone for too long after promising he just had a couple things to doâof course that had been before some unexpected hiccupsâbut Vernon meant to keep his promise.Â
Closing the truck, not giving a second look to the body rolled up in a tarp inside of it, Vernon lets out a deep breath of smoke before sliding behind the wheel of Christenâs car, feeling a wave of anxiety lifting off of him as he pushes his foot down on the gas. It was a nice car. He could tell that a lot of money had gone into keeping it up. For a second, Vernon pictures a time when he and Christen could have had a normal ass conversation about cars, but thatâs short lived as he turns onto the secluded road leading to the lake.Â
âSweetie, are you sure you donât want to go to the cemetery?âÂ
Sitting in the backseat of your fatherâs car, you shake your head, refusing to look up at either of them. You didnât want to look your parents in the eye and tell them that you didnât care enough to go to the cemetery and watch people cry over Christen for another hour. You had done plenty of that in the church while people had looked at you like you were going to shatter. You werenât; Christen wasnât what everyone thought he was to you, but it didnât matter what you said or thought.Â
You father sighs, starting to say something when your mother coos in sympathy. When you do glance up, you wish you hadnât when you meet Christenâs motherâs eyes. She looked broken, and yet you could tell she was loving the attention that this was bringing her. It was sick. âWe are so sorry for your lossââÂ
âY/N, darling⊠Ride with us in the limousine to the cemetery. Itâs what Christen would want. He would want his girlfriend to be with his family, sweetheart. I know you are being modest, but you donât have to be.âÂ
Being cut off, your mother shifts her eyes from you and back to the woman in front of you as you look off to the side. She had never seen you this way. You were like a sunflower in the middle of a field of daisies and today it was as if the sun wasnât rising for you. Thinking back, it had been that way for a while for you; they just hadnât wanted to see it.Â
Shaking your head, you scratch at a bug bite on your arm, your lips rubbing together as you try to think of something nicer to say, but there was nothing you wanted to say that was kind or proper. âIf you think that heâd want his girlfriend with his family, perhaps you should ask Caitlin to ride with you.â Avoiding the womanâs eyes, you look at your mother with a pleading look on your face as you reach for her hand and whine. âMom, please⊠I just want to go home now.âÂ
With a grimace on her face, your mother nods at you before meeting Christenâs motherâs eyes and seeing the fire behind them. âSheâs exhausted; she hasnât been herself for days since this happened. Please forgive and excuse us.âÂ
You knew that not going to Christenâs funeral would be a big deal to some. There would be plenty of talk. There were plenty whoâjust like his motherâthought you were his girlfriend. They all thought this despite you giving no oneâincluding Christenâany reason to think so. Perhaps there had been a time when you would have done the uncomfortable thing for appearanceâs sake, but that girl was just as dead as Christen was.Â
Looking out the back passengerâs side window, you had been doing a good job of blocking out most of the conversation until your fatherâs voice lowered. It only did that when there was something to hideâsomething importantâand now you were listening carefully. âHe was brutalized... Theyâve put the entire town on curfew. I justâwhat do we even do? We canât leave her like this.âÂ
Your parents were good at talking about you like you werenât in the same room or car with them. They were good, decent people, but that didnât make them excellent parents. None of that meant that when your mother had been nineteen years old and knocked up that she had actually wanted to marry your father and have you, and yet here you wereâin the car, invisible but looming.Â
"Well, we donât actually have a choice. That school is going to cost more than our damn mortgage.â Glancing into her visor mirror, your mother makes sure you are still watching the side of the road as she tries to keep her voice calm and low. âIf she even still wants to goââÂ
âSheâs going. Iâve put too much goddamn money up for it.â Gripping the steering wheel tightly, your father rolls his neck, feeling annoyance ripple through it. They enjoyed being the parents who went to barbeques and got to say their daughter was going to a notable university in the fall, but deep down your father resented it. You hadnât played sports or been exceptional at your classes, so there were no scholarships; there was just mommy and daddyâs hard-earned money.Â
âThen that means we have to go to Chicago. Sheâll understandâŠâÂ
They were leaving again. You were used to it. You knew your parents worked hard but you had gotten good at raising yourself once you hit high school. At that age, you were old enough that your parents could take business trips and schmooze their bosses. It was harder to impress the higher-ups from a little desk behind a phone. It paid well to drink and rub elbows with the ones who mattered personally.Â
âY/N⊠baby?â Furrowing your brows at the sweet shift in the tone of your motherâs voice when she speaks at a volume meant for you to hear. You meet her eyes in the mirror and tilt your head as she gives you a small pout. âI know things have been hard, honey. Youâre strong, you know that? My strong girl...âÂ
You knew what she was trying to do, and while you could appreciate the peptalk, you werenât in the mood. Looking back towards the side of the road, you sigh, and your mother purses her lips. âThereâs a curfew now. Everyone has to be in their houses at dark.âÂ
âI know, Mom. The sheriff told us at the memorialââÂ
âI know he did. You also know that there is someone dangerous still on the loose, but Y/NâŠâ Grimacing at the idea of what she needs to tell you after what she just said, your mother looks towards your father, feeling his hand slide over hers to give her a bit of courage. âYouâre an adult now, and we have to trust you because we have a business trip. One that we canât pass up.âÂ
You didnât want or need their excuses so you just nodded along with her words. âOkay, mom. Iâll be alright.âÂ
Laying back on his bed, Vernon groans as he looks at the sun starting to set just over the horizon. He hated this curfew bullshit. As if the curfew would keep anything from happening to anyone... As if it would keep him from doing anything if it needed to be done.Â
âVernon, didâare you listening to me?âÂ
Your voice brings Vernon back to the present; he shifts the receiver on his shoulder and nods. ââCourse I am, baby. Iâm justâIâm thinkinâ.âÂ
Walking around your kitchen with the cordless phone against your ear, you sigh softly to Vernonâs words before opening the fridge to see what you could make yourself for dinner. âYeah? Andâso? What do you think? I donât wanna be here all weekend by myself. Donât you wanna, maybe... spend some time with me?âÂ
Thatâs all Vernon wanted to do. He could hear you moving around in your house, and he could picture himself there with you already. âYou know I do. I justâdonât think Iâd make it there by curfew. People didnât wanna leave the matinee andââ Vernon could hear the disappointment in your sigh as you let out a deep breath. âI donât want you mad at me.âÂ
Dragging a pan from under the stove, you shake your head and lie to him and yourself as tears collect on the rims of your eyes. âNot mad. Iâll be fine. Iâm gonna cook something and watch TV. Iâll talk to you later, okay?âÂ
Vernon runs his hand over his face, a soft groan escaping his lips when you want to get off the phone with him. He knew you were lying. You might not be mad at him, but you werenât thrilled either. After everything had happened with Christen, Vernon had taken a step back while still trying to be close. It was a strange feeling, trying to keep you safe without being so close that he was the issue. He wasnât sure if someone would link him to something or not; he was smart and he had covered his bases, but he wanted to be sure before he got too close to you again. Yet now, hearing your soft breaths and knowing you were about to cry, Vernon knew he couldnât keep it up.Â
âNo⊠Iâll be over soon. Let me pack a couple things and Iâll figure it out. Iâllââ Scoffing into a laugh, Vernon slides off his bed and towards his desk as he rubs the back of his neck. âTry not to get arrested on my way over.âÂ
You knew you should feel bad for pressuring Vernon into coming over, especially with how close it was to the curfew. There was probably less than ten minutes before it would go into effect, and his house was at least twenty minutes away on a good day. âPlease donât get arrested, and be safe. Iââ Unspoken words had become part of yours and Vernonâs routine. You knew what you wanted to sayâwhat you felt, but it all still seemed too early.Â
Swallowing hard, Vernon closes his eyes and imagines the two other words leaving your mouth before he sighs. âIâll be alright. See you soon.âÂ
Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel out of nerves, Vernon watches every corner and dark area as he drives to your house. There were a few others out, but he watched them quickly pull into driveways and usher children or spouses inside their houses. He wasnât so worried about them as he was about the possibility of a cop lingering around the next street.Â
When your house comes into view, he finally breathes out a sigh of relief, pulling his car into your driveway and glancing at the houses closest to you. Everything was so quiet on your street. If there was anyone at your neighborâs house, Vernon couldnât tell. The house was completely dark and there were no cars in the drivewayâthe same went for the house across the street. Your house was like a lighthouse at a port.Â
Pulling his bookbag over his shoulder, Vernon groans a bit at the soreness in his muscles. He was still bruised heavily; that had been another reason he had been avoiding you. He didnât want you to see that he was hurt, and he didnât want you to worry about something you couldnât fix. He had already fixed it.Â
Nerves roll through Vernon as he moves towards your front door and lifts his hand to knock. He just wanted to get inside and away from the street. He knew that if he got caught even outside of the house after curfew, the cops would have questions and he didnât have all the right answers. Waiting a full minute, Vernon shifts uncomfortably and knocks again when he hears a loud crash from inside your house and raised voices. Something was wrong, and he wasnât going to wait any more.Â
âYou donât even fucking care! You didnât go to the funeral, Y/N. Youâre such a selfish bitch.âÂ
Staring at the broken glass of your motherâs vase on the hardwood floor, you shake your head as Caitlinâs voice breaks. You had been surprised when someone had knocked on your door earlier than expected. You thought that maybe Vernon had driven a bit too fast to make better time, but then you had been sorely mistaken when Caitlin had pushed her way past you and into your house wanting answers.Â
âThis is crazy. You need to calm downââÂ
âDonât you tell me to calm down! Iâm so tired of being told to calm down.â Pacing in your kitchen, Caitlin laughs, the laugh causing a chill to run down your spine. It isnât a sound you had ever heard your best friend make before because the laugh isnât one of humor. Itâs dark. âYou never cared about him. Thatâs the fucked-up part. I loved himâlike really loved him, and he wanted you!âÂ
Picking up a bowl from the kitchen island, Caitlin doesnât even think before she throws it towards you, narrowly missing your head as you duck, letting it hit the wall instead. Ceramic shatters behind you as you scream her name, begging her to stop. âItâs not my fault! I didnâtâplease? Stop thisâŠâÂ
Vernon narrows his eyes as he moves down the dark hall towards the kitchen, just as Caitlin screams at you again. He had heard you scream and beg her to stop; he had heard more things breakingâall he wanted to do was get her away from you.Â
âIt is your fault! He was murdered, you bitch!â Moving towards you quickly, Caitlin lunges at you, barely missing you as you push past her and back towards the pot boiling on the stove with tears streaming down your face. With tears streaking her own face, Caitling straightens her back and wipes hard at her cheeks as she stares at you with disdain. âI think you did it or you know who did. Shit like this doesnât happen here, Y/N! Christen wouldnât let someone close enough to himâto do that to him. So⊠I think you did it and IâmââÂ
Gritting his teeth hard, Vernon watches Caitlinâs eyes move to the knife on the counter before her hand does the same. Panic rushes through him as he tries to think of what to do next, knowing whatever she is going to do canât happen.Â
Your back pushed up against the stove; you feel the hot steam against your back as you sidestep towards the fridge looking for a way out. You search for a way to get away from Caitlin as you watch her weigh the weight of the knife in her hand before she looks back at you and then her face contorts with even more hatred. âPlease... Put it down, Caitlin. Youâre my best friend. Donât do this.âÂ
Caitlin was barely looking at you now as Vernon stepped out of the hall and into the kitchen behind you, his eyes fixed on her. Now it all made sense. All the pieces were clicking in her mind and she was right. She didnât need some dumbass cop to solve a murder when she was looking at the murderers right now. âYou did it, didnât you freak?âÂ
Shaking your head, you take a step back, jumping when you feel a warm hand on your shoulder. Glancing up at Vernon quickly, you look back at Caitlin to keep your eyes on her and the knife. âCaitlinââÂ
âShut the fuck up, Y/N! Are you blind? You know how much he hates us.âÂ
Vernon just sighs, his hand sliding along your arm as he tries to move you behind him and out of the way of danger, even if it means putting himself in the line of it. Caitlin laughs as she watches, the knife pointed in your direction, the tip falling slightly forward in her amusement at the sight and the look in your eyes. She wasnât an idiot; she was the smartest person in the fucking room and she knew you were in love with the fucking loser standing in front of you. All the pieces fit together like one big fucked-up puzzle.Â
âOh, Iâm sorry... How much he hates me. How much he hated Christen... He clearly doesnât hate you and you are in love with the person who killed your friend.â Making a face, Caitlin looks like sheâs going to be sick, her fingers tightening on the handle of the knife. âGod, I canât even look at you. You let him do it?âÂ
Shaking your head, you try to push past Vernon, feeling defensive of him when Caitlin tries to blame him for murder. It wasnât that you hadnât even considered it yourself in times of weaknessâyou wouldnât even have blamed himâyou just didnât want her doing it. âShut up! You donât know anything, Caitlin! He hasnât done anything wrong; itâs always been you!âÂ
Trying to keep a grip on your arm, Vernon says your name and winces when you accidentally push back against his ribs. Everything happens so quickly in front of him that even though he tries to be the first one to act, he watches it like a movie in front of him.Â
Caitlin screams in anger, finally letting go of all of it that had been boiling in her blood as she sees red and storms forward with the knife. Her intention and eyes set on Vernon; she finds herself surprised and annoyed when your hand grabs her wrist, keeping it back from the man. Of course you would stop her; she had been so closeâbut at this point, in her mind, it was two birds, one stone.Â
âStupid bitch!â Caitlingâs shrill voice cuts into your ears just as much as the knife as she slashes at your arms, the two of you falling on to the kitchen floor. The only thing you want to do is get the knife away from herâkeep her from making anymore mistakes, but when you feel pain followed by warmth spreading along your stomach, your blood runâs cold.Â
âFuck⊠Fuck!â Pulling on Cailtinâs arm, Vernon panics when he hears the sound of a choking gurglingâthe sound of someone swallowing their own blood. From where he is standing, all he can see at first is blood on the white tiles, and the last person with the knife in their hand had been Caitlin. With his heart in his throat, Vernon whispers your name like a prayer as he separates you from Caitlin, and his eyes fall to the knife, and your chest rises and falls in panic.Â
Meeting Vernonâs eyes, you quickly look down at your hand and the blood running along your fingers before seeing the knife buried deep in Caitlinâs stomach near her ribs. âNo⊠no, no, no!â Sobs fall from your lips as Vernon pulls you back against him, his arm wrapping around your waist as tears fall along your cheeks.Â
He knew you were upset; you were panicking, but Vernon kept his head. Turning your arms over in his hands, he shakes his head and whines your name, seeing the cuts and deep gash near your wrist. âBaby⊠shh. Listenâstop! Listen to me.â Vernon didnât want to yell at you, but you had started to struggle against him, your eyes moving over Caitlinâs lifeless body as blood seeped from her mouth and you wanted to do something to change it. âWeâ Itâs time to go. We are going to wrap your arm and thenâŠâÂ
Shaking your head, you sob his name, feeling him turn you in his arms as he reaches for a dishcloth, wrapping it around your wrist tightly. âYes, Y/N. You did nothing wrong. It was self-defense, baby... But they wonât give a fuck, soâbaby girl, we gotta go.â Holding your cheeks between his hands, Vernon meets your eyes, and tears run over his fingers as you try to understand what heâs telling you. âWe are leaving.âÂ
It takes half an hour for you to pack a bag and to be settled in Vernonâs passengerâs seat. You try to make heads or tails about what is happening, whatâs real, and what has to be a dream as you both sit in the darkness of the garage across the street, waiting for the right time.Â
You had insisted on calling the cops. Vernon had wanted to leave right away, but you didnât want to leave Cailtin alone in your kitchen like that. So now you were stuck watching as three police cars slammed on their breaks in front of your house, and each cop held their gun at the ready as they entered.Â
When the call had been made, you had been crying, saying you and your boyfriend were hurt and that your friend had been hurt too. They asked if the person who had hurt you was still in the house and without needing to lie, you had looked at Caitlin and said yes. Vernon had watched you carefully, waiting for the right moment before he grabbed the phone out of your hands and threw it against the wall hard enough for it to break. He was smart, you realized then. You also realized you didnât know him as well as you thoughtâthere was a lot you needed to learn about the person you were now on the run with.Â
âThey found her.â Sighing, Vernon leans his head back as one of the cops comes out of the house with his hand over his mouth. Small town cops werenât used to this much death; Vernon almost felt bad for him. âWe can wait until they get the ambulance out here and day breaksâthen we go.âÂ
Closing your eyes, you nod, feeling fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. This was the only place you knew, the only life you knew and it had just been taken from you so quickly. Fingers wrap around yours, and Vernonâs lips brush over your knuckles as he furrows his brows, watching you closely. You were falling apart, but he wasnât going to lose any of the pieces. Heâd put you back together, no matter how long it took and no matter how far he had to take you away from here to do it.Â
âMe and you, Y/N, okay?â Meeting Vernonâs eyes, you nod again, seeing his lips pull up slightly as he kisses your knuckles. Silence is almost deafening in the car, as you watch red and blue lights move across Vernonâs face, his eyes searching yours before he finally speaks again. âI love you.âÂ
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Even though I didnât mention Neilâs narration is what really got me thinking about Aaron differently, it did. (Only fair to make in this post about Neil)
In the same portion of the extra content (Aaronâs portion about Randy) there are just as many different views for Neil as there are for Aaron( at least for me).
âNeil immediately feeling uncomfortable when Aaron pulled away from Randy because he could relate to the gesture. Anndd he felt a sort of fear from Randyâs response because of his past experiences. âRandyâs smile vanished and the look she gave Aaron was heavy enough to make Neil uncomfortable ten feet away. Last summer, Neil had recoiled from Wymack much the same way, so certain of being hurt for his transgressions and stupidity.â This kid never fails to remind me that he is âjust a kidâ. None of the events in the first three books, no matter how severe or heartwarming, wiped away the feelings he has regarding certain traumas(because this cut scene would take place in TKM).
ââOnly now did Neil understand that a person could fear an older woman the same way.â Do I even have to explain this cause omgđđ we all know Neil is smart (setting aside his âattitude problemsâ and impulsive behavior) but man I DID NOT need his intelligence to pitch this in. I want to cry for him every time I read this line. He knows his fear and he recognizes this same fear in Aaron. This is one of the main quotes that got me to look at Aaron as a character on the same level as Neil and Andrew. Also âNeilâs mother had hit him and screamed at him, but sheâd always been on his side. Sheâd always been his mother first...Neil couldnât imagine a world where mothers werenât actually mothers.â I DID NOT NEED THIS EITHER. Not only does this make me want to cry for Neil but also for Aaron, and Andrew, and any other fox with mother issues/trauma. I canât fight for them but I can cry for them campaign.
ââNeil finally understoodâŠHeâd[Aaron] gotten this far in life on his own, surviving on willpower and sheer desperation.â If you read anywhere on a different point that Neil could relate to Aaron, no you didnât. If you read anywhere on the post that I would cry, no you didnât. BECAUSE THIS. THIS is a parallel between characters. THIS is a reason to cry. Neil TRULY seeing himself in the one teammate he dislikes. Seeing that shoving all this âmotherâ business in Aaronâs face for months was wrong because âa person could fear an older woman the same wayâđđ This is not okay..
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honesty: the music video
pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x popstar!fem!reader word count: 2.3k summary: after a long day on set, you can't wait to get it on with your costar.
content warnings: 18+, minors dni: mature themes, literally smut with a minor plot, established relationship, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, praise kink, dom-ish eddie, adult language, heavy use of pet names, mentions of aftercare â if i missed anything in this chapter, pls let me know!
celebrity skin. masterlist <- part of this lil' universe, but can totally be read as a stand-alone. timeline wise, this takes place somewhere after part 3 and before end part 5.
âWe want it to be sexy.â
âBut not too sexy.â
âRevealing.â
âBut not too revealing.â
âSounds like you guys donât know what you want,â Eddie chimes in, interrupting the back and forth of your respective teams.
You stifle a giggle.
âThatâs âcause of the two distinct styles,â someone from your team clarifies, âWe wanna be respectful.â
âFor sure,â one of the creatives on the Corroded Coffin side agrees. Thereâs a short pause. âWe will have you two kiss at the end, though.â
At that, Eddie smirks. He looks at you from across the table and you could just about melt right there, blood rushing to your face, warming your cheeks.
âThat wonât be a problem,â he says confidently and winks.
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Honesty was a guaranteed hit. Top of the charts. Everybody thatâs been so far involved in the project said it. They praised it. From the bass, drums, to the guitar and vocals. The production value was off the scale. A dream arrangement that would stand the test of time.
All the song needed was a music video equally as captivating.
A back and forth discourse began shortly after you first started recording with the band: whose style should the clip resemble more?
Corroded Coffin screamed all things dark, maybe a little gory. Their usual expression featured slightly melancholy undertones and a lot of references to all things Dungeons & Dragons. Imaginative, for sure. An artistry that had rarely been seen in the genre.Â
Although itâs been an artistry vastly different from yours.Â
The glitter hadnât necessarily been your idea, but it certainly became a signature of sorts. Anything sparkly, always. And music videos that told a story. Most often one of love since thatâs what you idolised ever since you were a kid â it obviously helped that love also sold millions of copies.
Eddieâs team argued that itâs the bandâs song and youâre just a feature, therefore the accompanying video should lean into their style. Your management team was hesitant to agree. Calculating risk in case the lines get blurred a little too much and your pristine image shifts to the opposite end of the spectrum. Hours of arguments. Hours of negotiations. None of which you, or the rockstar were even mildly aware of. Too lost in each other's eyes and soft cotton sheets.Â
Eventually, a compromise, of sorts, was found.
Ernest Hemingwayâs The Killers influenced, in part, a 1946 film noir of the same title, with Ava Gardner and Burt Lancaster taking the lead. The movie, in turn, inspired the black and white music video.
Done up in flair of the characters, Kitty Collins and Ole Anderson (aka Swede), you recreated iconic scenes alongside the brown-eyed rockstar. The rest of the band was also dressed to the nines. Side characters that played their instruments in the background of main shots. They blended in well, while adding a unique spin to the known story.Â
Overall, the Honesty shoot quickly became a big spectacle. Bigger than anything Eddie Munson and his band of closest friends has ever been lucky enough to be a part of.
Intricate sets. Glamourous. In front of cameras and bright lights, you and your scene partner, Eddie, mouthed along the lyrics to the song as if they were a script. And with every scene, as if the two of you were the only people actually there, no equipment and no crew, you got lost a tiny bit. Lost in the chocolate of the rockstarâs wide gaze. In the way he smelled. The style of that decade suited the brunette greatly, so you became lost in how he looked in this character. Dapper. Unlike youâve ever witnessed him before. He committed to the role too. A certain swag in his movements. How he touched you so hesitantly, delicately because thatâs what the video required.
By the end of the night, after the director yells, âCut!â to signalise a wrap, a round of applause for all involved in this project, youâre feeling hot and bothered. Sweaty, though not because you just completed a full dayâs work. No. Somehow, you found the Corroded Coffin frontman even more attractive than at the start of that day â something you didnât think was possible. When you glance in his direction, heâs already staring you down, and you know he feels the same way.
Backstage, inside your trailer, youâre sitting cross-legged on the couch. Fingertips at your lips as you wait for that inevitable knock on your door. You know itâs only a matter of time considering the build up of tension throughout the shoot. From the lingering touches and that kiss the director had you two repeat over and over and overâŠ
Logically, you could wait until the two of you were home. Back at Eddieâs Hidden Hills mansion, away from prying eyes and ears. In a bed thatâs become all too familiar. Far from possible interruptions. Logic however, well, right now, logic was taking a back burner âcause you needed him now. Desperately. And without a doubt, Eddie needed you too.
A knock. Then again. But the rockstar doesnât wait for you to answer. He lets himself in.Â
âWhat happened to the wig?â You ask, raising a brow.
âIt was itchy,â he replies with a slight laugh, then shakes his head. âI much prefer my natural locks.âÂ
âThatâs too bad,â you say with a slight shrug, âYou looked quite smart with that short hair.â
Eddie hangs his head with a smile, though his eyes donât leave yours. Not even for a second. Thatâs when you notice the glimmer. That look, the reason heâs here, just like you predicted. So you return the expression. Only yours is a little more sly. Tempting him. Teasing.Â
âI had fun today.â.
âMe too.â
Thereâs a lot that happens in the seconds after you stand up. A lot that happens quickly.Â
Eddie reaches for your wrist, pulling you closer before wrapping his, for once, ringless hand around yours completely. He presses it to the middle of his chest, holding it against his heart. You can feel it beating and thatâs enough to make you melt âcause itâs strong and you swear it skips at the contact. His other hand reaches for the base of your throat. He holds it gently, caressing upwards until heâs gripping your jaw.Â
âKissing you in front of all those other people kinda got me going,â he admits in a low tone.
Naughty, thatâs what you want to say, but you donât get the chance âcause his lips crash into yours. Hungry. Desperate. Rough. Heat rushes through your body at the sudden contact, no different than any other time his mouth found yours. Youâre at his mercy, always, and he knows it well.Â
His tongue glides along your top lip and you part your lips to accept him without hesitation. He wastes no time sliding into your mouth, letting this tongue work in tandem with yours as he tilts his head to further deepen the kiss. The hand holding yours lets go, instead finding home on the small of your back, pushing you as close to him as humanly possible. His other hand lets go of your jaw, albeit not completely. Ghosting along the side of your neck before you feel him wrap it around your throat, squeezing lightly. Itâs nothing new for Eddie to be a little rougher with you, but thereâs something about this moment, after a full day of moderate teasing and borderline foreplay, that causes a moan to burst through you when he squeezes again, only harder.
The rockstar pulls back, sporting a devilish grin. âMaking such pretty noises for me and we havenât even gotten to the best part.â
âDo your worst, Eds.â Itâs a dare. Nothing sweet about it.
He smirks at the challenge and before you can register what exactly is happening, Eddie is lifting you up swiftly, hiking up your dress in the process, only to drop you down onto the sofa with a gentle thud. Youâre wide-eyed as he unbuckles his belt with one hand, the other tugging at the pantyhose the wardrobe lady had you wear for the last scene of the video. He partially rips them off of you, then he hikes his index finger along the band of your underwear, eagerly pulling them down your legs until theyâre wrapped around your ankles, with the reminisce of your stockings.
âThe heels stay on,â the rockstar instructs, pushing your legs apart with force and positioning himself in between. All you can do is nod. Half-naked, half in costume. Same as him.
In the space of a heartbeat, his lips are on yours again. This time they donât stay for long, instead moving downwards towards your chest. When he squeezes your breast through the silk material of your dress, he compliments how fucking good you looked, âI wanted to ravish you the second I saw you, baby.â
You whimper at his words, and at the fact that his now freed cock is gently brushing against your wet folds. Not quite breaching, just teasing you further. Only adding to the overall stimulation.Â
âGod, youâre so fucking hot. So fucking pretty. And all mine.â Eddieâs breathing into your bare chest âcause somehow in the moment your dress has slipped down ever so slightly and your tits made an appearance. Fingers from one hand are digging into your hip, holding you in place, while the other has you by the ribs. Thumb brushing your soft skin while his hot mouth is sucking on your hardened nipple.
Your eyes are closed. Youâre not sure when you closed them. Heâs invading your senses all at once. Just when you feel like you canât take it anymore, when you want to whither and plead for him to touch you where you need him most, Eddie plunges himself into you without warning and your eyes snap open.Â
âOh GodâŠâ he groans, drawing his hips back only to slam them in again, making your body bounce against him. âFuck, baby. Jesus.â
You sob in pleasure as Eddie knocks the wind out of you with each relentless thrust, still increasing his speed. Heavy panting and grunting fills the trailer, along with the sounds of where his cock slams against your sweet juices. Heâs sitting straight now. Eyes are fixated on the mess youâre both making, where his length disappears in and out of you, while you admire the way his locks fall naturally in place. Although briefly, âcause youâre arching your back the next second, rolling your eyes to the back of your head when he hits that sweet spot.
âSo. Fucking. Pretty.â He growls. âYouâre so fucking pretty when youâre all stretched open like this, sweetheart. Your pussy was made for my cock, baby. You take it so well. You take this big dick so well, my good girl. Fucking made for me. Ainât that right, dollface?â
âMade for you, Eds.â You just about whisper back, nodding your head feverishly.
Slap. His hand makes contact with your thigh and you practically wail. âThatâs right,â he praises, âMade for me. So fucking tight for me.â Slap. Slap. Slap.Â
Eddieâs cock starts to swell. You can feel it expand inside of you, then again when he thrusts back in. It has you heaving. The speed heâs established is close to becoming a little too much for the two of you and he drops his weight slightly, allowing you to wrap your arms around him, nails digging into his bare back. He can sense that you too are close and heâs trying hard to hold back, make this moment last longer, but his body refuses to slow down. Chasing the way your glistening pussy chokes his length.Â
âWhere do you want me baby?â
âInside,â you croak out. âCum in me, Eddie. Please. I need you to fill me up.â
âMâmphââ He chokes out, movements growing more and more erratic. The whole trailer is shaking at this point, thatâs what it feels like to the two of you anyway. âEverybody out there will know what a good little slut you are. Not that innocent. Wanting me to fill you full of my cum, fuck.âÂ
Slap. Slap. Against your thigh.Â
âPlease, Eddie.âÂ
Slap.
âShh⊠Iâll give you what you want, sweetheart.â He coos, âGonna pump you full. Gonna make you see stars while my cum drips out of you.â
Thatâs when you shatter around him, uncontrollable desperate squeals making him groan louder as he continues. Itâs sloppy, messy, and once youâve completely unravelled underneath him, the rockstar canât contain himself any longer. He lets out a broken moan as ropes and ropes of his warm spend start to throb into your hole.
His body gives up at the last spur and he drops flat on top of you, although not without a loose kiss placed to your jaw. His cock remains inside of your pussy. You can feel it pulsing until, after a few minutes, it no longer matches the beat of your heart.
Eddie lifts himself then. He kisses you softly and you smile against his mouth. When he eventually slips out and stands, he tells you not to move, that heâll grab a towel from the small trailer bathroom and will help you get cleaned up.
âWardrobe is going to kill us,â you call after him, balancing on your elbows as you sit up slowly. âPretty sure these clothes can never be worn again. Purely for the fact that they reek of sex.â
âAt least your wig stayed in place,â Eddie points out lightheartedly when he returns, his pants once again buckled, a towel in his hand. âThatâs something the hair and makeup team should be proud of.â
âIâll be sure to tell them,â you say, meaning it as a joke âcause thereâs no way you would ever admit to what sins the two of you just committed.
Eddie smirks. âPretty sure they already know,â he says as if itâs no big deal, âWe werenât exactly quiet, sweetheart.â
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I.M.P is irrelevant to Helluva Boss
When Helluva Boss Pilot came out,I was really excited, to know more about these characters, their personalities, their relationships to each other and how they would develop. Additionally, I was also wondering on why each of these characters joined I.M.P and why did Blitz start his own business.
However, as the series went on, the show went on to become the Stolitz show along with dedicating episodes to fan-favourite characters that have nothing to do with I.M.P (Ozzie, Fizz and Stolas).
This is one of the (many) reasons why I'm disappointed with the current state of Helluva Boss, I.M.P's irrelevance to the main story, while I do enjoy the new episodes. There are a lot of story issues that I have with it, the fact that IMP is basically irrelevant to the Helluva Boss.
NO IMPACT ON THE OVER ARCHING STORY:
So far we only had five out of fifteen episodes (excluding the times where it's offscreen), of IMP doing it's job is the main plot of the episode, while five episode may seem fine for some it becomes a problem when their actions are basically inconsequential to the main story.
The only times where they are important is for one-off adventures like in Murder Family, Spring Broken, CHERUBS & Unhappy Campers. The problem is that their existence doesn't impact Stolas' story in anyway (aside from Blitz), like why are we focusing so much screentime on Stolas (a secondary character) who isn't even employed at IMP. And instead focus on Blitz, the titular character, protagonist and him being the boss of IMP. Understanding his goals and reasoning as to why he wanted to start IMP.
HELLUVA BOSS? WHAT BOSS:
Another problem I have with IMP, is the fact that we don't know why Blitz wanted to start a business on killing people, was it because of his tragic past and to distance himself from it, is it that he discovered he's really skilled at killing people and decided to make it big , is it because he wants love and new connections from his employees, is it to prove the higher class or his father that he can make it big and break class traditions. What is it? We only now why he wants love and respect from his employees due to his tragic past. But we don't know why he started his business.
Also we never get to see him develop into a caring boss that genuinely cares about his employees, with the show only showing the ending of the development in the same episode but none of the development.
In addition, we also never get the chance to see him as a leader of IMP, you think Blitz would be the leader and he needs to grow into being one for his employees. But the show never has Blitz develop into becoming a Helluva Boss.
NON EXISTENT SURFACE-LEVEL RELATIONSHIPS:
Another thing I really hate is that the relationships between employees at IMP, are never explored beyond the surface level. The only one I can say this doesn't apply to is Moxxie and Blitz.
We don't get to see the M&Ms relationship grow outside of loving each other, and when they do explore it, it's written poorly (Unhappy Campers).
We don't get to see Millie and Luna, relationship grow, they don't even talk to each other that much in the show. What is Blitz & Millie relationship, why do they get along with each other, why is she fine with Blitz behaviour. Luna and Moxxie relationship, why is Luna so mean to him, how does Moxxie feel about Luna bullying him, has she ever went too far, would Millie get angry at Luna for bullying.
(Side tangent; but why is Millie not standing up for her husband when Blitz and Luna bully Moxxie, they do it right in front of her. Wouldn't she get angry at them, edit: I checked and she did get angry at Luna for calling Moxxie fat, but not at Blitz for joking about this. But she needs to say something, put her foot down, not just make an angry expression)
EMPLOYEES LACK OF REASONING:
We don't know what the employees motivation was to join IMP. Why did Moxxie and Millie join IMP, was it to prove their parents wrong, to make it big, or is it for similar reasonings to Blitzo.
Why did Luna join IMP? Was it out of gratitude for Blitz saving her, was it because she couldn't get a job as a hell hound, was it to be with her father more.
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Anyway, that's my thought for a day, on Helluva Boss, let me know what you think about IMP. Do you agree? Disagree? Why? Let me know!
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James/Lily vs James/Sirius: a case of accidental queer coding
Jily (James/Lily) is a pairing central to the HP universe in the sense that had they not been married, Harry Potter, the main character, would cease to exist and neither would his story as we know it. Yet we are left with only a few brief glimpses of their relationship in canon whilst other pairings are textually far more fleshed outâ take Prongsfoot (James/Sirius), for example, who are frequently portrayed as The Duo, not just by those closest to them (Lupin) but by many others too such as McGonagall, Flitwick and so on. Harry himself could see how close they were during SWM in OOTP and this is someone who had a very limited time with Sirius and close to none with James.Â
Queercoding is described as âthe subtextual coding of a character in media as queer. Though such a character's sexual identity may not be explicitly confirmed within their respective work, a character might be coded as queer through the use of traits and stereotypes recognisable to the audience.â One character comes to mind when I think of âqueercodingâ and thatâs Sirius Black. Heâs estranged from his family, goes against the norms associated with his upbringing, thereâs no mention of any ex-girlfriends and most notably he has intense love and devotion for his male best friend; James Potter. At first glance, James had led an incredibly hetero-normative life by virtue of his wife and son, but through his relationship to Sirius thereâs leeway to reach a queer reading of him as well.Â
As recognised by countless characters and even Sirius himself, Prongsfoot come in a two-for-one deal:
âDo you remember who his best friend was?â âNaturally,â said Madam Rosmerta, with a small laugh. âNever saw one without the other, did you? The number of times I had them in here â ooh, they used to make me laugh. Quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter!â âBlack and Potter. Ringleaders of their little gang. Both very bright, of course â exceptionally bright, in factâŠâ âYouâd have thought Black and Potter were brothers!â chimed in Professor Flitwick. âInseparable!âÂ
The use of the word âbrothersâ in the above quote is one reason why fans donât interpret Prongsfoot as queer-coded and/or romantic. However, itâs important to note that Sirius never referred to James as a brother, and thereâs no canonical proof to suggest that Flitwick was close to James and Siriusâ he was their teacher, not their friend or confidant. He isnât calling them âbrothersâ either but rather heâs saying that word to express how strong their bond was. Hence why I believe an exclusively fraternal reading of their relationship doesnât hold much weight.Â
They are, however, established as each otherâs closest friend and most trusted confidant.Â
âHarry had the distinct impression that Sirius was the only one for whom James would have stopped showing off.â âPotter trusted Black beyond all his other friends. Nothing changed when they left school. Black was the best man when James married Lily. Then they named him godfather to Harry. âI persuaded Lily and James to change to Peter at the last moment, persuaded them to use him as Secret-Keeper instead of me.â âLily and James only made you Secret-Keeper because I suggested it,â Black hissed
On multiple occasions James and Sirius were described as a unitâ The Unitâ within their friend group. Lupin said they were âthe cleverest students in the school.â They were the âringleadersâ of the Marauders; always on the same page and in agreement with each other.
âThen, with identical fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.âÂ
Even during their very first encounter, they quickly and effortlessly become a team.Â
âGot a problem with that?â âNo,â said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. âIf youâd rather be brawny than brainyââ âWhereâre you hoping to go, seeing as youâre neither?â interjected Sirius. James roared with laughter.
This excerpt from DH also neatly sums up the Marauders group dynamic:
âTo Siriusâs right stood Pettigrew, more than a head shorter, plump and watery-eyed, flushed with pleasure at his inclusion in this coolest of gangs, with the much-admired rebels that James and Sirius had been. On Jamesâs left was Lupin, even then a little shabby-looking, but he had the same air of delighted surprise at finding himself liked and includedâÂ
Lily herself acknowledged Siriusâ importance in Jamesâ life in her letter to Sirius, where she all but says that only he could lift Jamesâ mood whilst the Pottersâ were hiding from Voldemortâs forces.Â
âJames is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell â also, Dumbledoreâs still got his Invisibility Cloak, so no chance of little excursions. If you could visit, it would cheer him up so much.âÂ
On the other hand, Jily is portrayed in a less compelling way for lack of better words. I spoke about this in my other meta but to summarise it briefly: Lily is Jamesâ wife, the mother of his son and⊠thatâs pretty much it. In the books theyâre barely spoken about as a couple, unlike Prongsfoot who are always mentioned together as if they were a package dealâ which they were, as recognised by practically everyone. Thatâs not to say Jily has zero textual backing, though it is far and few between.
âHow come she married him?â Harry asked miserably. âShe hated him!â âNah, she didnât,â said Sirius. âShe started going out with him in seventh year,â said Lupin. âOnce James had deflated his head a bit,â said Sirius. âAnd stopped hexing people just for the fun of it,â said Lupin.Â
Conclusion
What we do know about James and Lilyâs relationship is limited to the following: Lily disliked James because he and Snape were enemies, James developed feelings for her first, they began dating in seventh year once James had matured, they got married when they were nineteen to twenty years old, had a child together. The end.Â
On the contrary, James and Sirius are constantly implied to be each otherâs closest, most loyal friend; each otherâs most trusted confidant. They are equals in every conceivable way. Both were popular, from wealthy backgrounds and intelligent. Throughout the entire series Siriusâ only priority was Harry, Jamesâ son. He went through unfathomable lengths to protect Harry: he was the first to escape Azkaban, he snuck into Hogwarts with all the dementors around and lived off rats during the GOF so he could be close to Harry, the last piece of James he had left.Â
Thereâs also evidence to suggest Sirius was a narrative parallel to Snape. There are two adults in Harryâs life who sought to protect him due to their respective relationships with one of his parents. Snape was a double agent for Dumbeldore out of love for Lily; Sirius escaped Azkaban to protect Harry out of love for him, an extension of his love for James.Â
All these factors are why I believe that by not fleshing out Lily as a character and Jily as a couple, JKR accidentally queer-coded Prongsfoot.Â
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Catching the eye of a prince
-crownprince!gojo x maid!reader
Who wouldâve thought getting caught reading a book during work hours one random day would not only make you good friends with the right hand of the crown prince, but also end up making the said crown prince be interested in getting to know you.
contents/ warnings: might be ooc, insecurities( some implied), mentions of stealing, a bit of angst at times to eventual fluff, friends to lovers trope, the main characters are all in their early 20s, tba
word count: 0.7 k words
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notes: I've read a lot of jjk royalty au recently and I was inspired to write one as well :) this is the prologue and I don't really know how long this will turn out to be but i hope you enjoy it !! (fic under the cut)
âNeed any help with that?â a gruff voice could be heard from behind.
You didnât need to turn around to know that the voice belonged to none other than Geto Suguru, the crown princeâs right hand, his one and only best friend, and last but not least, your occasional thorn in the side.
âYou really like that joke a lot, donât you, Lord Geto.â you said, still not turning to face him as you continued to hang the sheets on the clothesline.
âAnd you really like to call me that, even though I tell you all the time that Suguru is just fine. And besides, I wasnât, and never will be, joking when I ask you that question, [name].â he chuckled.
âYou know that my answer will always be no, Suguru. There are some lines that even I wonât cross, and to be honest, itâs absurd to even consider Iâll let you help me.â
âAnd why is that?â he asked, even though he fully knows the answer already.
âWell for starters, Iâm not that stupid not to be aware of the difference in our status, friends or not, it still matters to me. And secondly-â you turn to face him as a smile stretches on your face âYou donât see me coming to your office and telling you how you should do your work.â
âI wouldnât oppose to that, you know.â Suguru smiled back.
âLike Iâm smart enough to even step into a place like that.â you huffed jokingly.
At that he grimaced slightly.
âCome on, [name]. We both know you are way smarter than a lot of the people that work in this palace.â
âReading a few books here and there only get you so far, Suguru. You, out of everyone, should know that well.â
It never gets easier, admitting that you wish for more. In another universe, you would read all day, study literature properly with someone who actually knows what theyâre doing, not only from damaged pages of stolen books from the royal library, books that are about to be disposed not only because the years have left them in a horrible shape but sometimes also because the concepts explained are so old that they arenât even right anymore.
âYou know I could always bring and lend you newer ones right? I told you that on multiple occasions already and I mean it every time.â Suguru said as he approached you and stood by your side.
You also know Suguru would never make fun of you, he really wants to help. But itâs hard enough to get and hide the books in the maidsâ chambers before you finish reading them and returning them to the library's unofficial âtrashâ section. Imagine what trouble you would get in if you get caught with fancy new books. It hurts only to think about it.
âI knowâŠIâll let you know in case I need anything. I promise.â
Saying this is clearly better than admitting the truth. As much as you donât want unnecessary problems for yourself, dragging Suguru into all of this mess is even worse.
âThis doesnât look veryâŠstraight.â Suguru changed the subject to lighten the mood, as he tried to lightly stretch one of the sheets.
âWe both know thatâs a bold-faced lie! Donât mess the laundry! If it ends up falling down and Iâll have to wash it again, I won't talk to you anymore, Suguru.â
âWe also know thatâs not true.â he chuckled as he gently bumped his side into yours.
You returned the action.
And he did it once again but a bit more forceful.
And the cycle repeated itself for a few more times until you literally shoved him, but before he could fall on the grass, he grabbed your hands and dragged you down as well, falling down a step away from the dark haired man.
âYouâre acting like a child!â you exclaimed as you started laughing.
âSays the one who shoved me!â he started to laugh too.
âYou started it!â
âOh thatâs such a mature argument, [name]. Impressive, really.â the male continued to laugh as he got up and helped you up as well.
Unknown to the both of you, this whole exchange was watched from afar by none other than the crown prince, who was initially looking for his best friend, but it seems like he found something else instead.
end notes: i hope you liked it! :)
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How does each uppermoon see reader? like what do they see in her. Is she just a piece of meat? is she just nice too look at? do they actually care for her? I would really like to see more interaction with reader and akaza. he treats her so well.
also, I'm not sure if it's obvious but has the reader had sex with akaza and Kokushibo? I think it hinted that she's done it with muzan and Douma. but what about the other two?
Miscommunication
Let me clear some things up for you.
I try to write the characters in character, but if I would really stick to that, my story wouldn't exist. Muzan would've killed the reader on sight. If we're being realistic, none of the demons would 'fall in love' with a human.
I've not deep dived into how the demons see reader, but I'll try my best to explain. Warning: this can be ooc :)
As far as we have seen, our main moons and Muzan do have feelings, but they're all focused on aggression, anger, or jealousy. In exception for Douma, who doesn't feel anything.
But if we drag Nezuko and Tamayo into this, we can see that even demons are capable of caring and even loving.
Only the four mains are...well...red flags and very toxic, so I don't think they experience all those tender emotions the same way. As previously stated, they are driven by intense feelings. Instead of gentle loving and caring, they twist it into owning and keeping alive.
They do care for the reader, just not as a normal person would. They don't like it when she gets hurt when they have no control over it. When they do, they don't see the problem. They'll know she'll heal, and they know exactly what she can take. But if it's out of their hands, who knows what can happen to her. They really, really want her so she has to stay in perfect health for them.
Douma is just a whore for entertainment and reader was perfect for it. He didn't feel anything for her, just found her amusing and time killing while in the infinitycastle and later his cult. If he got bored of her, he would get rid of her. Sure, he thought she was good-looking and wouldn't mind killing some time in bed (he has his needs, just mindless sex), but nothing special. Until Douma just couldn't get enough of her. He found her so amusing. Every sound, movement, or any other reaction drove him crazy. He didn't understand this sort of excitement and the need to just be with her all the time. Douma wanted to feel like this all day, every day. He didn't even realize that maybe this is what having emotion is supposed to be like.
To Douma reader is like a thirst he can't quench. He needs more and more and more of her until he is satisfied, which is never.
Akaza, our only upper who is not just driven by strength, but also by his make shift empathy he seems to have. He felt bad for reader when he first met her. Nothing more, really. He just wanted her suffering to end already. And then it all sort of changed when he saved her from danger. His reality from now got mixed with the reality from his past. He got the sudden need to protect her at all costs and to care for her like he once did for someone else. Reader is a replacement to make a happy ending come true that was robbed of him so many decades ago. She is his second chance.
Kokushibo is focused on his rage, his jealousy. The plaything Douma brought a long did nothing for him. Although...seeing how his two colleagues treated the poor thing, he had to admit it got him a little intrigued. Her fighting them off was the beginning. Kokushibo didn't know why, but he somehow respected her bravery. He wanted to know just how brave she was. The actual 'romantic' feelings came much later, though.
In the beginning, Muzan didn't care for her. She was just a human Douma brought along. Not his concern. She would die eventually. He didn't have time to waste on an inferior being that didn't contribute to his plans. Dear old Muzan did hear Douma's thoughts, though, and that of the rest. Peaking his interest is something not many can do. Now she's earned his time. Muzan doesn't develop real feelings until quite a while. He's just interested in what will happen to reader. But the more he hears the others and the more he spends time with her, the more he wants to keep her all to himself. She interests him, he wants to keep experimenting with her, and no one can say no. Douma can wait with eating her (if he was still planning on that), she needs to satisfy Muzan's curiosity first.
They mostly see her as a plaything, a pet to entertain them and to keep busy. She is there to fill a void all of them got when turning into a Demon.
Now Akaza does treat reader the best, but that doesn't change the fact that he doesn't let her do anything, and I mean anything. She's human, she's fragile, everything can hurt her. He also thinks she can't decide anything on her own. Akaza tells reader what to wear, to eat, and to do. He helps her brush her teeth, grabs things for her, and even spoon feeds from time to time
He's very controlling because he is so scared of loosing her. When he's in control, he'll know exactly what will happen to reader.
Between chapter one and two of the story, they all did it with her. The first was Douma, but that was even before he really got obsessed with her, and the rest wanted her as well. It was only after they made the compromise to share her that the others went to bed with her. When Douma thought it was funny to fuck her brains out for everyone to see, just to show how lovely her reactions were. They couldn't really control themselves, it was like a primal urge hit them.
Kokushibo just...did it. No emotion or foreplay, just pure instinct. Akaza controled himself and talked her through it, slowly sushing her sobs and protests with praises and easing himself into her.
Muzan was the last. He had resisted for a long time because he wouldn't stoop so low and sleep with a human because he couldn't control himself. He wouldn't allow someone weaker than him to have so much control over him. But sometimes, he just snaps when it becomes too much. It's a nice way to forget about his anger and frustrations he found.
It was all noncon in the beginning, but it slowly turned into dubcon as the reader just gave up.
I hope this answers your questions!
As I said it might be a little ooc, but oh well.
#yandere kny x reader#yandere kimetsu no yaiba x reader#yandere kny#yandere kimetsu no yaiba#yandere muzan kibutsuji#yandere kokushibo#yandere douma#yandere akaza#viri can't help it
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work for it - c. alcaraz
authorâs note: Iâm planning on turning this into a series. Not lineal episodes but definetly writing about these two characters and their encounters in the village.
summary: Carlos is the sensation of the Olympic village but certain Spanish volley player is about to turn his world upside down
wc: 1,3k
warnings: none (just a couple suggestive phrases)
âWonderfull training girls!â our coah said giving us both a hug. âNow go and get some rest, you deserve itâ
Emma and I were beyond exhausted due to the intense exercise but also to the incredible heat that had been plaguing Paris since we arrived. It was our first time at the Olympics. Emma and Val. Val and Emma. We have been the inseparable duo since we were 14 years old. It was the first day of high school when we both went to the secretary office to ask for the extracurricular sport lessons and when we both signed up for beach volleyball.
The rest was history. Two-time European Champions and current World Champions.
Thereâs been three days since we arrived at the French capital and so far the experience was being very nice. The Olympic village, despite of what we have heard from several athletes, wasnât that bad. The bedsâ structure was sure made of cardboard but the mattress was comfortable and sharing an âapartmentâ with other athletes wasnât a problem for us. The food (of course not even a quarter as good as my motherâs) was up to our nutritional requirements and the chocolate muffins were to die for.
When the bus dropped us off the entrance of the village, we passed the control and we started our way to our apartment. Near to the Spain building we saw a considerable group of people running towards a guy wearing the Spain tracksuit.
âAre those athletes fromâŠâ I squeezed my sight trying to recognize their colors âThe Netherlands?â
âIâm just trying to find out who theyâre running toâ Emma said grabbing my arm and dragging me closer to the scene.
âEmma, ââyouâre so nosy, stop it!â I pulled her away to keep our way through the sidewalk but she was way stronger than me so I just gave up.
Now that we were at a certain proximity, we could see that the group was taking a picture and when the athletes dispersed, we saw who was in the middle of the business.
âOf course itâs Carlitosâ Emma, satisfied with the gossip, dragged me to our previous rute. âEveryoneâs been following him since he arrivedâ
âFirst of all, how do you know that?â I raised my eyebrows wondering if she was part of the âstalking partyâ. âSecond, can we blame them? He is one of the most amazing athletes nowâ
âI didnât know you held Carlos in such a high esteemâ she was the one to raise her eyebrow now but she just let it be.
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"Pau, watch out for the enemy jungler! Theyâre coming your way" Emma's focus was sharp as she called out.
Pau, clicking furiously, replied, "Got it! Iâm on my way to cover mid. Just hold them off for a bit longer."
I was sitting nearby and occasionally glancing at the screen. A soft sigh escaped my lips unintentionally. The constant clacking of keyboards and the rapid-fire strategy talk were beginning to tire me. I had really tried to get into the game, but let's be honest, I wasn't very interested.
Seeing the intense concentration on my friends' faces, I decided it was time for a change of pace.
âHey, Iâm going for a walk. You two try not to eat the screenâ I stood up, stretching a bit before going to the door.
âSure thing! Donât get lost!â Emma barely looked away from the screen.
âAnd donât speak to strangers!â I heard Pau shouting when I was already outside in the hall and I couldnât refrain a little laugh.
I already knew my way out almost by heart so in less than 2 minutes I was in the main avenue of the village. Some athletes with bicycles passed by me and I considered if I should take one, but I decided I should just walk around.
The ambience was always pretty dope and almost everybody that crossed gazes with me greeted me with some âhiâ or âgood afternoonâ. The vibes of the athletes were just something else and I couldnât even begin to describe how Iucky I was to witness all of this.
I had just reached a quiet corner of a very open space when I noticed a tennis ball rolling towards my feet.
âThatâs weirdâ I thought
There werenât any tennis courts inside the village. I bent down to catch the ball and looking up a little, I saw a figure coming over to retrieve it. Tanned skin, Nike shoes and jaw dropping thighs.
When I completely straightened, it took me a second to recognize him but my heart did a little flip on its own.
Carlos Alcaraz, looking as dashing as ever, right in front of me.
âSorry about that!â he called out as he jogged over. His voice reaching my ears like a familiar melody and his accent rapidly taking me home.
âNo problemâ I replied handing it to him with my best smile. âThough I expected your aim to be a bit better, considering youâre a pro and allâ.
 Why did my mouth have to be faster than my brain 80% of the time? I was hating myself right now. Although I obviously used a teasing tone, I didnât know how he would take the joke.
Carlos laughed, a sound that made me feel bubbles all inside of me and sigh internally with relief.
âYouâd think so, huh? I think I just got distracted by somethingâ
My cheeks definitely turned red but with a playful glint in my eyes I said âWell, if Iâm your excuse, then Iâll let it slide this timeâ
He raised an eyebrow, clearly showing that he enjoyed the fact that I responded to his subtle but effective flirting.
âAnd what about you? Beach volley, right? Valeria, current world championâ
âI feel flatteredâ I was genuinely surprised. The last thing I was expecting was him knowing who I was.
Carlos shrugged, his grin widening. âIâve seen your highlights. Youâre pretty impressiveâ
âWell, Iâll have to keep my game up then. Canât disappoint you nowâ
He tilted his head slightly, studying me with a mix of curiosity and admiration. âI doubt you ever disappoint.â
By this point we were shamelessly flirting through our tone and our body language.
Carlos broke the silence, his smile turning a bit more mischievous. âYou know, Iâve always wanted to try volleyball. Maybe you could show me a thing or two?â
I chuckled, crossing my arms as I repositioned myself grazing my arm with his intentionally. âI donât know... I wouldnât want to embarrass you in front of everyone.â
âOh, so this is how itâs going to be?â Carlos feigned offense, though his eyes were bright with amusement. âTell you whatâhow about a trade? You teach me volleyball, and Iâll give you a tennis lesson. Weâll see who embarrasses whoâ
âDeal. But only if you promise not to go easy on me.â
Oh God, that phrase just sounded so double meaning-like but he did not back down or react.
âWouldnât dream of itâ he replied, offering his hand for me to shake. When I took it, his heat spread all over my body through my arm. He held on just a moment longer than necessary, his thumb brushing lightly over my knuckles before letting go.
As we walked back towards the Spain building, our conversation flowed effortlessly. We talked about our trainings, the excitement of the games but mostly, we learned the simple things about our lives. Beneath the light-hearted banter, there was a growing awareness of each other. A connection that we both felt in our core, as if weâd known each other in another life.
By the time we reached the common area, Carlos turned to me with a sweet but devilish at the same time smile. âSo, whenâs our first lesson?â
âYouâll have to work for itâ
With a teasingly wink I ended our conversation and I left him watching me leave with an amusing smirk hanging on his lips.
#carlos alcaraz#carlos alcaraz x you#carlos alcaraz fic#carlos alcaraz fanfiction#carlos alcaraz x reader#carlos alcaraz imagine#olympics#olympic village#tennis#beach volleyball
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What's your favorite scary movie? (teaser)
pairing;Â vernon chwe x f reader
genre; horror, smut (minor dni), angst, toxic
summary;Â The summer after graduating high school is supposed to be one last hurrah before you and your friends head off to college---none of you expected it to become a horror movie.
content warnings; PLEASE READ ALL OF THE WARNINGS! 90s au, multiple murders, police, alluding to self harm, drugs/alcohol (mentioned and usage), overdose, knives, blood -- detailed scenes of harm/murder, funeral/memorials, fighting, bullying/harassment, degrading names, "slut" shaming, mild alluding to sexual assault (past/present), self confidence/esteem issues, depression, alludes to other behavioral/mental problems being present, crying, stalking/spying, obsession, yandere!vernon. all main characters are adults -- just graduated high school (vernon & other svt cameos have been aged down). the reader has a classic small town suburbs nuclear family (mentions parents obviously), vernon's "mother" briefly mentioned. this fic is full of really horrible people.
smut warnings;Â virgin!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), quick handjob, crying (pleasure), corruption/innocence kink, petnames, praise, pulling out, cum on skin -- aftercare, brief post-sex dysphoria.
w/c; 30k and some change  (870 extra words for patreon bonus) [3.4k this teaser]
a/n; thank you to @junkissed for proofreading for me and giving me strength to push through and finish this despite all the shit that kept trying to knock me down. this fic is a lot, so please if you have made it this far in my notes make sure you read all the warnings -- keep in mind this is my halloween fic, so i didn't hold back. dark au mars is back strong.
this fic will be released 10/28 to read it now subscribe to my patreon and click here
Trailing behind your friends, you laugh when your best friend Caitlin pulls at your arm, urging you towards the front of the group. âY/N!â You roll your eyes as she whines your name, extending the last of it dramatically before laying her head on your shoulder and putting her arm through yours. âCan I sit between you and Christen this time? This movie is supposed to be hella scary.âÂ
Hearing his name, the self-appointed leader of your group, slows his strides to match yours and, in turn, Caitlinâs. âWhat about me?âÂ
You liked your friends but they could be a bit much. You had known Caitlin the longest. The two of you had been friends since middle school and she was the person you could rely on the most, but that all changed when the two of you went to high school and your bodies and personalities started to change. Boys started to pay attention to you more and Caitlinâs personality soured.Â
Christen wasnât the type of person that you ever saw yourself being friends with before. He was the most popular guy at school and the captain of the football team, but none of those things mattered anymore. After graduation this year, you thought all of those trivial things would fall by the wayside, that your friends would start acting a bit less like they were still in high school and yet it was like they never left.Â
âCaitlin wants to sit between us for the movie. Itâs supposed to be really scary. I donât minââÂ
âYou know I like the end seat.âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you start to speak up again when Christen sighs and puts his hand around your waist, pulling you from Caitlin and causing the girl to scowl at you. âI like the end seat and you always have to piss like five times during a movie. Letâs keep the seats like we always do. That okay with you, Cat?âÂ
Staring at Christen, Caitlin wants to be mad and tell him no, but the moment he calls her by the nickname he had given her, she swoons and just nods. âUh huh⊠sure, Christen.âÂ
âSee.â Turning his attention back to you, Christen winks. âItâs all good, baby. Now, put a smile on that face; donât be a buzzkill. If you get scared, you can just hold on to me.â Tugging you closer, he grins before finally letting you walk on your own.Â
From the time that you had met him your sophomore year, Christen had never been shy about how he felt about you. You wouldnât call it a crush. A crush was something sweet and something that, if you didnât reciprocate, the other person might move on. What Christen felt for you was possessive and like you owed him something. You were like a target or an end prize and he hadnât won just yet, but to him there were still plenty of levels left in the game.Â
Wrapping your arms around yourself, you glance back at Caitlin as she scoffs at her "boyfriend,â Jae. You felt bad for him. It was so obvious how much he liked Caitlin. He would follow behind her like a puppy, buy her anything she wanted, and be at her beck and call even when she was drooling over another guy. You had watched as Caitlin had belittled Jae in front of others and refused to call him her boyfriend but then gotten angry if he didnât refer to her as his girlfriend. It was a complicated situation that you honestly didnât understand.Â
âJust⊠Stop touching me. Did you bring money for candy?â Caitlinâs voice is sharp, still irritated from the interaction with Christen and now Jae was walking too close to her. In her mind, she always got second best while you did nothing and got first pick. You didnât even act like you wanted Christen; it was devastating.Â
âYeah, of course I did. You can get anything you want, babe.â Jaeâs voice is a bit defeated, but at least he was going to be able to sit next to Caitlin. He had gotten nervous when she had asked to switch seats. It wasnât like he could tell her where to sit... he wasnât like that. She was a strong-willed girl; she always had been, but that was one of the things he loved about her.Â
Making a face at Jaeâs words, Caitlin steps forward and sighs dramatically, not hearing the way Alanna and Juwon copy her just a few steps behind her. They were the lucky two out of the friend group in their own personal opinions. They knew exactly where they fit in the hierarchy.Â
There was the king, Christian, and his would-be queen if only you would accept his hand. The princess who wants to be queen, Caitlin, and her dog turned prince, Jae. Meanwhile, Alanna and Juwon belonged in the court together. They were happy to cheer each of you on and laugh when you failed.Â
They had been dating since freshman year and a day hadnât gone by that someone was complaining about seeing Juwonâs tongue down Alannaâs throat. Another strong opinion that the two shared was that if you didnât want to see them making out, you could look in the other direction.Â
âBabeeeee!â Alanna whines mocking Caitlin as she pulls on Juwonâs arm, causing the boy laugh as he looks at her fondly. âBuy me candy?â Batting her lashes, Alanna blows a kiss in his direction that Juwon pretends to catch before reaching into his pocket to take out his wallet, handing it to her.Â
âMy money is your money, princess.â Another wave of laughter erupts from the back of the group as Alanna pushes Juwonâs wallet back towards him. Now the two have caught the attention of everyone.Â
âThe hell are you two doing? Are you high?â Christenâs voice is stern, but the layer of his own amusement only serves to make Juwon laugh as he shakes his head and pulls Alanna forward towards the doors of the theater.Â
âNope, not yet. Give me a few hours and Iâll be so fuckinâ chill I might not remember your name.âÂ
Smiling, you lift your fingers to your lips to hide it as Alanna pokes at your side when she passes by you, giving you a wink. For all their heavy PDA and following the leader's behavior, you got along with them well. They had been nice to you, even when your best friend hadnât.Â
âUgh, as if. You canât think now, Juwon. This is why you two are going to a community college. Youâve fucking rotted your brains with weed. Itâs gross.â Caitlin watches as Alanna throws up her middle finger before blowing her a kiss and disappearing behind the theater door. âIt is gross. Iâm right, arenât I, Y/N?âÂ
You tilt your head and struggle with what to say as you all get closer to the doors that your friends had just gone through. âIâwell. Itâs their choice.â Feeling bad that you canât just tell Caitlin to shut up and to leave Juwon and Alanna alone, you find yourself muttering as she scoffs, turning her attention to Jae for support who gives it willingly.Â
Feeling the weight of having to agree with Caitlin off your shoulders, you unzip your bag, the air conditioner hits you like a breeze when Christen opens the doors and steps inside. You purse your lips and fish out a five-dollar bill, not paying attention to whatâs in front of you until you hear Christenâs and another guyâs voice.Â
âWassup, man? Still manning this place like a fucking loser?âÂ
âStill making money, so yeah, if thatâs what you wanna call it. Just one?âÂ
âNah, two. Me and Y/N.âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you lift your money up to show it to Christen just as you see whoâs behind the ticket counter. Vernon Chwe, another member of your graduating class. You didnât know him well, but as often as you and your friends came to the movies, you saw him in passing. He was always nice to you, and he was easy on the eyes.Â
âAlready paid for. SeeâŠâ Reaching over the counter, Christen rips two tickets for himself before winking at Vernon and passing one to you.Â
You can see the irritation written on Vernonâs face, but he manages to keep his cool. He wasnât like Christen or anyone else in your group. He didnât hang out in the commons area or at the mall like you did. You knew that he worked here and that he had a cool car. You found him intriguing.Â
Moving towards Christen quickly, you take the ticket and look at Vernon apologetically. âIâm sorry. That was so rude.â Looking up at your friend, you whine, âThat wasnât cool, Christen...âÂ
Instead of offering his own apology to Vernon, Christen just laughs and taps you on the tip of your nose. âWhatever, baby. Donât get mad about it. Iâm just playinâ with Vern. Come on. Let me buy you a snack.âÂ
Vernon watches as Christen tries to take your hand but you manage to keep it from him. Tilting his head, he finds it curious. He didnât know if you were dating the guy or not, but he didnât like him; he never had.Â
âUm, excuse me... Dodgy, loser, man? I need two tickets.âÂ
Turning his attention back towards Caitlin, Vernon sighs and rips off two tickets before taking $10 from Jae. âEnjoy the movie.â The moment she is out of earshot, Vernon adds, âBitch.âÂ
He could hear you and your friends at the concession stand. It wasnât a busy night and the theater wasnât running a full staff. If it had been any other group, Vernon might have put a bit more pep in his step, making his way over from the counter, but he could already hear the bitchy girl complaining, so he took his time.Â
âOh, my god. Does this place not have anyone else working?âÂ
Muttering for Caitlin to hush, you rub your neck as Vernon sighs and moves to the middle of the concession stand before lifting his hands. âWhat can I get for you guys?â He didnât really care; well, maybe he cared what you wanted. You had been kind to him and it wasnât the first time. Every time he had seen you here or run into you at school, you were nice. You were also gorgeous, so that didnât hurt your case either.Â
âTwo large cokes, a medium popcorn, and some M&Ms. Also, could you like... not take all night? The movie is supposed to start in thirty minutes.â Leaning on the counter, Caitlin watches as Vernon shifts his head to the side slightly before grabbing two large cups and filling them with ice. She remembered him from school and the other times they had been here. He was weird. She had a few classes with him and he had always sat in the back and avoided talking to people except when he had to.Â
âOh my god, Y/N, do you remember Miss Lewisâ calculus class from that last semester?âÂ
Taken aback by Caitlinâs question, you look from her back towards the counter before tilting your head. âIâyeah? What about it?â This was the type of thing that you hated about your friends. They lived in the past; every day was still a day of the glory of high school, whereas you were ready to move on.Â
âThis dude was in that class. We had that stupid ass icebreaker, remember? Like a weird fact about us? He said he was allergic to peanuts.â Cailtin snorts into a laugh as she meets Vernonâs eyes, his brow lifting to her memory.Â
âWellâI, I rememberââÂ
âMan, that must fuckinâ suck. Can you eat anything? What happens if you eat a peanut? Would you die? Swell up like a fatass.âÂ
Juwon had been doing so well until that moment, but he was good at following the leader and at that moment Caitlin was playing her best queen bully bee role. Beside you, Christen laughs under his breath before leaning on the counter as Vernon tries to ignore them, fixing the rest of the order before giving the total to Jae, who slides over the money.Â
âAnyone else want anything? Iâd hate for you to miss the previews because youâre being assholes.âÂ
Surprised by Vernonâs words, the laughter dies off. No smiles are left except a slight one on your face.Â
Christen doesnât say anything before he reaches over to take a box of milk duds from the display showing them to Vernon and tossing a dollar bill on to the counter. âThanks for nothing, bitch.âÂ
You try to stay; you want to apologize to Vernon for your friends one more time, but Christenâs hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you forward hard. âLetâs go, Y/N. You can share a drink with Caitlin. She didnât need a fucking large anyway.âÂ
The movie theater didnât have many others besides your group. After a few stragglers made their way in finding a seat, you tried to settle into your own and focus on the screen. You werenât the biggest fan of scary movies, but there wasnât much to do on a Thursday and you had already spent too many days staring at the same stores at the mall.Â
When the lights go off completely and the screen lights up, you find yourself trying to make yourself smaller in your seat to keep your leg away from Christenâs hand when he stretches his fingers and smirks over at you. âChill, are you scared already? Itâs just the previews, baby.âÂ
You wished that you had the guts to tell him to stop calling you baby and that you werenât scared. You just wished that heâd keep his fingers away from the end of your shorts. Shaking your head, you offer him a strained smile as you lean towards Caitlin, taking a few M&Ms she offers you before eating one of them. âNot scared, just a little cold.âÂ
âYou want my jacket?âÂ
God, you couldnât win, but maybe that would keep his hands off your skin. Nodding, you watch Christen stand up despite the groans from those behind you. Taking the jacket, you lay it over your legs and smile a bit wider at him. âThanks, Christen.âÂ
Now Caitlin was regretting sharing anything with you. Tilting the box of candy away from you as she watches you tuck the jacket around your legs, Caitlin scoffs and takes a long sip of her drink.Â
By the end of the movie, you find that you donât have that much to be worried about. It wasnât as much of a scary movie as you thought it would have been. The acting wasnât great and the story had been predictable. You seemed to be the only one who seemed to think that way as the rest of your friends loudly discussed how good it was as you all moved through the theater lobby.Â
Taking up the rear, you hold Christenâs jacket in your arms, waiting for the right moment to give it back to him until you see Vernon sweeping some popcorn off the floor near the concession stand. Maybe you could get in that apology now. Watching your friends for a moment longer, you let them keep going as you hang back and head in Vernonâs direction.Â
âHey⊠Vernon?âÂ
Furrowing his brows, Vernon lifts his head, sighing when he sees you standing in front of him. He hadnât expected that, especially seeing you alone. Glancing around for your entourage, heâs surprised to see them closer to the front doors instead of right on your heels. âYeah, whatâs up? How was the movie?âÂ
Opening your mouth, you close it quickly, not sure how to answer him at first, but you shift on your feet and smile at him. âIt wasâit was okay. I mean, I think everyone could guess what they did last summer by how guilty they were acting.â Shaking your head, you sigh and glance down at your hands, gripping the jacket tighter in your hands. You werenât sure why Vernon made you so nervous, his gaze making your cheeks heat up with how his smirk pulled up at the corner of his lips.Â
âYeah, not my favorite either, honestly.â Lowering his eyes to the jacket in your hands, Vernon takes a breath and shakes his head. He wasnât an idiot; he had seen that jacket on Prince CharmingâChristen, before the movie. âDid you need something, Y/N?âÂ
You werenât sure that Vernon even knew your name so hearing him say it startles you, but of course he did. You had graduated together and probably had several classes together. It was silly of you to think he didnât know your name; even Christen had said it before the movie. Maybe it was more that Vernon was saying it. Why did it matter?Â
âOh, no. Sorry, I know you are busy. I justâmy friends, Iâm so sorry. They arenât always shitty.â Even you knew that was a lie, but that was what you did. You made excuses for them. You could see that Vernon knew it was a lie too, as he smiles and nods along with your words.Â
âSure, itâs whatever. Didnât bother meââÂ
âY/N, what the hell are you doing?â Christenâs voice startles you with how close it is. Vernon watches how your body jerks in surprise and he furrows his brows, feeling a pang of anger taking over him at how someone could scare you so easily.Â
âIâI was coming. I justââ You werenât sure what to say to Christen, especially when you meet his eyes and see him glare at Vernon. You had made it worse. Turning towards your friend, you sigh and laugh but even you can tell itâs fake. âLetâs go. We were going to get froyo, right?âÂ
âWhat the fuck were you saying to her, freak?â Christen was fuming that you were talking to Vernon, but what pissed him off even more was that Vernon had been smiling at you. You had gone over to him by yourself and it looked like some loser was flirting with you. That wouldnât happen, not while he was breathing.Â
Pushing at Christenâs chest, you whine his name before glancing over at Vernon apologetically as he shakes his head and leans on his broom. How wasnât he afraid of Christen? You were friends with Christen and you were afraid of him at times.Â
The damage was done; the rest of your friends had made their way back over the concession stand, where the tension was growing thicker. Caitlin looked equal parts disgusted and amused as she watched Christen yell at Vernon. Jae stood behind her, confused look on his face as if he didnât know if he wanted to be there or if he had to be there, and Alanna and Juwon were already laughing. Thatâs what they always did. They wanted to see a fight; that would be better than the movie to them. Meanwhile, you were horrified at the idea.Â
âPlease, can we just go?â Your voice is strained as you push at Christen, unable to get him to budge.Â
His hand moves to grip your forearm, causing you to hiss in pain as he pulls you from in front of him and towards Caitlin, who wraps her arm around your waist, holding you closer to her and Jae. âIâm not leaving until I wipe this stupid smile off this freakâs face. I donât like how he looks at you, Y/N. Heâs a perv.âÂ
Nodding along with his words, Caitlin hums against your hair as she keeps you close to her even as you groan in annoyance. âTotally, he was staring at her the entire time. Made me wanna hurl. Like, seriously, loser? You think you can look at my best friend and itâs okay?âÂ
Now you were her best friend and she was protective of you? Only when she could make someone else miserable or make you miserable while doing it. Pulling from Cailtin, you tug on Christenâs shirt and beg for him to leave with you. âPlease, can we go? You promised to buy me a snack and to get me home early.â Avoiding Vernonâs eyes as he grips his broom a bit tighter, his jaw clenched, you tug harder on Christenâs shirt.Â
Smirking at Vernon, Christen takes a step back, putting up his hands as if heâs being the bigger man. He moves towards you and Cailtin so he can wrap his arm around you and this time you let him. Vernon can see the discomfort in your eyes, his brows furrowing slightly, but what you are doing seems to work as Christen takes his jacket from you and sighs happily as if heâs won the girl, leading you out of the theater.Â
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Let's talk about Tai!
First of all, Tai does in fact show signs of terminal Shonen Protagonist, however with the depth of his character we can assume it is in remission. Good for him.
Tai is reckless and often rushes into things without thinking. To him, there is the goal and there are things in the way of his goal, so naturally he just has to bulldoze the obstacles and he's good. This is probably how he ended up as the leader of the group, aside from him being shown as a sort-of-main-character; while other characters are important, Tai is the driving force. He is action.
(Remember that time he tried to beat up a Bakemon?? This kid has zero chill when he's on a mission I swear)
If Izzy were in charge, they would get sidetracked by the details. If Matt were in charge, they'd likely never get very far because he has to consider the feelings of the entire group. If Sora were in charge, she would be too concerned with protecting everyone.
While Tai is basically the rocket fuel of their group, this also leads him to charging forward when other parts of the metaphorical machine aren't ready. This is why the dynamic of the whole group works so well; Tai may be hyperfocused on the end game but the others make up for the skills he lacks.
In addition to being the driving force, Tai is really good at delegating. He gives the task of figuring out the gate in Myotismon's castle to Izzy, who is objectively the best one for the job. During Our War Game, he's giving orders like a general during the fight, showing his aptitude for strategy.
Other leaders in Digimon seem to be given that title simply because they're the ones wearing the goggles, but in my opinion none of them really live up to the standard set by Tai. He may not have a deep understanding of Digimon and their world, but he has Izzy for that. He might sometimes lose himself in the end goal and forget to be empathetic to his friends, but he has Matt for that. He might be bullheaded and stubborn, but he has Mimi to be blunt and tell him what he needs to hear.
His real weakness lies in Kari; when she passes out in the desert, Tai basically falls to pieces and Izzy has to take over. When Izzy accidentally broadcasts their location, Tai flies off the handle, unprovoked, in a way that's pretty out of character for him any other time. He's haunted by the incident where Kari collapsed at the playground when they were younger, and he blames himself completely for what happened.
It's interesting to compare Tai and Matt as older brothers. Tai is very loving to Kari, and very protective, likely (at least in part) because of what happened at the playground. Matt is just as overprotective of TK, maybe even more, since he's basically rooted his entire purpose in protecting TK. Tai values Kari as a member of the team, but is still highly aware of the danger she's in. This is similar to how Matt views TK, being glad to be spending this much time with him but losing himself a little in worrying about him.
Unlike Matt, though, Tai is never really given the chance to fully confront his fear of something happening to Kari. He finds aspirin for her, but Machinedramon attacks and separates them. She's recovered by then anyway, but that's beside the point. It would've been nice to see him come to terms with his feeling of failure to protect her at all costs, but there were huge monsters to fight so I see why they skipped it.
Overall, Tai is a wonderful protag. He's courageous and instills his teammates with the energy to keep moving forward, he always has his eye on the prize, and he knows when to step aside and let someone else handle a problem he might not be well equipped for. Other shonen protags, like Ash from Pokemon for instance, can solve their problems by believing in their friends and that's it. Tai solves problems through strategy, delegating, and most of all, teamwork.
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still thinking about how even just the decision to basically act like the shiekah tech never existed is just ... so baffling to me
bc again you could have done all the sonau tech does with shiekah instead, and they were perfect to be explored more in a sequel, why wouldnt you grasp that potential, the literal building blocks for more??
if you are that tired of shiekah tech .. dont make it a fuckign sequel to the game prominently featuring it???? totk doesnt take place generations after botw in which things could have changed drastically, its just a few years afterwards??
you want to reuse the map and get rid of shiekah tech? ok fine take LINK into the past then and the focus is for you to find a way to return; do some neat twist where its revealed that link was the one who sealed gan bc he couldnt defeat him without zelda or something if you dare (they wouldnt)
want less work than that and still reuse the map and get rid of shiekah tech AND reuse characters? ok then make it some alternate universe thingy like majoras mask in which everythign is the same but also isnt, its weird and creepy how characters you thoguht you knew suddendly dont act like themselves, shiekah tech doesnt exist, malice is now miasma, etc, it would give reason to why you feel so much like something about this world is familiar yet also very wrong
as far as im aware every "sequel" we have had so far were either generations apart from the first one, some alternate universe or a different location altogether- in all of which its plausible that things are different, things seem weirdly familiar but also wrong, or that another continent just works different from hyrule
but totk does none of that, its supposedly just a few years after the first game, same world same character, but its BUILT like some strange jumbled mess of stuff from botw and new stuff out of nowhere that just .. doesnt fit, but feeling a strange sense of otherness, a déja vu of something you know but it acts off, like an imposter, thats NOT intentional and it shows, its a mess of botw stuff, from stuff that people missed from the old games and entirely new stuff; i dont doubt it CAN work but the way it turned out is like a mix of 3 different puzzles forced together and being told 'see it fits!' even tho you can clearly see the pieces dont look right in these places
again it feels like a sequel that desperately wants you to forget the first game happened, that anythign from it mattered at all
and that isnt really ... the sense of a sequel? why insist on it being one when it only creates problems? is it marketing?? just like it was marketing to call age of calamity a telling of what happened before botw but then it wasnt that at all and that is still the sole reason why i dislike it? bc i was lied to? totk is like 10000 times worse than that, its a main title and doesnt even have the excuse of yeah its basically an excuse to play all your fav characters in fun ways and the game beign well aware that being its main appeal; what is totk appeal? a toybox with botw aestethic and none of the flavor?
(on a sidenote; the sonau tech doesnt even .. matter? in botw at least calamity ganon was made of shiekah tech parts and him overtaking other tech is a big point, the sonau tech doesnt serve anything but .. idk minerus useless mech? gan doesnt even aknowledge it, he doesnt care, all it is is toys for the player, not link, but the player. the monsters mining the tech materials? what for? gan doesnt give a damn and they dont work for the yiga either??)
i said it before but it gives me the feeling that the way botw invited you to theorize, to look beneath the surface, the way it intrigued you and laid the groundwork for so many interesting things without denying anything.. was accidental? or perhaps put in the game without the directors noticing? i cant stop thinking about them saying sth like "after botw zelda wondered if the kingdom of hyrule needed to keep existing the way it had been before the calamity, but then totk happens" bc it just feels like they realized too late that botw naturally led into questioning the status quo and they scrambled to fit it back into a flat and boring road we have seen so many times before (or even worse really) with totk
zeldas character naturally leads into her questioning and reexamine their history and set of rules? we gotta teach her a lesson of why she is importante god given monarchy girl that has to keep it bc what if evil brown man shows up again for no reason
maybe im grasping at straws here but looking at it this way the sonau .. make more "sense"; the shiekah were a group that was under the rule of the royal family, and misstreated before (oh no look soemthing interesting) so they dont lend themselves well to be used for teaching zelda that lesson- the sonau however are tailored really to be just that; they are a supposedly godly race from the literal sky that founded this version of hyrule, that had tech even more advanced and better than the shiekah, she gets put in the past to meet the perfect god king of goodness personally, also his very fridgy wifey that zelda later replaces in a way, shes put there and treated like family and then gets to see just how evil that evil big man from the desert is, sonia is falcon-punched to death solely so zelda can feel obligated to take over her role, have her new, better 'family' hurt by gan; similarly so raurus sacrifice, look what a noble and good king he is, he payed the ultimate price to lock that evil man away, now zelda you cannot let their sacrifice go to waste, rebuild that divinely good kingdom like it was!!
and even though they go so much out of their way to put the cart back onto the rails of black and white-good and evil in an even flatter way than the old games, it still doesnt feel right, at least to me, it still feels like zelda shouldnt have gone along with all of that, it feels like even her character from botw was walked back entirely, except for the intro, it made her feel like a stranger to me-
because this is a sequel, i know this zelda, she wouldnt act like that after all that shes been through, this feels ... off
and it all just insulting to anyone who cared about botw more than surface level, or the zelda lore in general, i dont even care much about the timeline, but theres alot of lore and themes beyond it that felt ignored, especially so given that .. its a damn sequel, non AU, not generations apart, directly part 2-
but its not.
it even feels very "corporate", put zelda in a dress again, people liked that, put crazy abilities in the game to flashbang people with how insane it is even if its not the best for the gameplay or the story, put a new asthetic into it out of nowhere bc its 'new' and act like its been there the whole time, put gan in there bc people miss him and find him sexy even if his role is just as flat as that of an evil cloud monster-
*sigh*
you know, i saw a post that said aoc was like a bad fanfic (affectionate) and totk was like a bad fanfic (derogatory) and tbh thats like one of the best comparisons/summaries i have seen ..
#ganondoodles talks#zelda#totk#ganondoodles rants#long post#look at me go ranting again#there so much i still think about#none of my rants are ever complete tbh#its always a focus on one or two things#there so much to talk about#like all those questions tha shouldnt have been answered#anyway#spend enough time writing all this#also none of my rambling id consider analysis#bc i realyl dont know what im talking about#im just trying to find words for how i feel#and then ramble on#idk how this gets so long every time no matter how short i wanna keep it#i have trouble putting feeling into words and explaining myself#cant you tell? jfkdrghkjdfh
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How to fix Halamshiral as a Zone
Inquisition is a flawed game.
I don't think there's anyone who is going to argue otherwise.
The only question is wheter you place it higher or lower than DA2.
One of the things I think it does better than DA2, is that it managed to give every place a soul, an identity of it's own, and at least a distinct, if not always amazing storyline.
The emerald graves doesnt have a very interesting plot, but it has some spectacular side quests, and atmosphere, inculding a haunted mansion, which might be my favorite possession based quest in all of DA because it shows much better than others just how dangerous untrained mages actually are to those around them.
The storm coast tells a story of what was once an important dwarven port, and shows how it fell and was repurposed over time.
The Hinterlands shows the aftereffects of the templar mage war, as well as solas stupid plan to give cory his orb, and the mage rebellion and an actually decent time travel story.
I could go on, but the point is, I usually have at least aomething nice to say about every single region.
All except one.
Halamshiral.
Halamshiral was the single worst part of all of Dragon Age Inquisition for me, and every single time I boot up this game, it's always the last thing i do before the temple of sacred ashes, despite how bizarre the game flows as a result.
And the reason is because i hate everything about it.
I hate it's unique attempt at side quests, i hate the characters involved, i hate the Orlesians who inhabit it, and i hate how this section tries to copy what worked so amazingly well with Orzammar and Denerim during the landsmeet section, and fails every single shot it lines up.
The ONLY good thing i have to say about this, is that it's at the very least relatively short.
So here's today's question. How to fix Halamshiral?
Let's begin with the three main players.
Celene, Gasparde, and Briala.
The big problem with every single option, is that they all suck.
Celene and Gasparde are both fucking awful people without any redeeming qualities, they have no charisma, and there is no prospect of the Empire reforming itself under either of them, the way Orzammar would under Bhelen.
Meanwhile, Briala is much, much better, but the problem is that we know exactly what is going to happen here if you support her.
Maybe today elves will have it better, but tomorrow, when Gasparde is gone, or celene turns on elves again as she always does all the progress will be repealed, and reversed, along with a few purged alienages.
Its an old story that's been told before in Dragon age.
In short, there is no reason at all to care about this overall plot. None whatsoever.
There were so many reasons to care about both Orzammar and Denerim in the same situation, and every single character involved had so much more charisma than either of these would be monarchs.
So let's fix that.
Starting with Celene, take the idea of her wanting to reform the empire, and actually take it to the next level.
Celene is genuine in wanting to reform the empire, and has already taken grand, successful steps to make the entire thing much better for everyone, even elves, giving them and serfs more rights, outlawing the practice of chevaliers having a tradition of killing unarmed city elves to graduate.
But the catch is, while she is genuinely making progress, she is doing so within the confines of the great game.
Celene has nonintention of changing the great game, no plans of wanting to remove this thing that holds Orlais back more than any other, this center stone of their nobility and it's culture.
Meanwhile, Gasparde is a different kind of reformer, one that takes the ideas he had of him claiming to hate the game, and actually doing something with it.
He is far less progressive, has no love for elves, is far more warlike than Celene ever was... But unlike Celene, his ideas of reform isn't going to act within the grand game.
He's going to break it.
Unlike canon gasparde, this gasparde is hated by every single noble family in the entire empire. His only support, and it's a strong one, is the army. The parts of the army that supports Gasparde, and they are a huge part, are loyal to him personally to the hilt.
And he hates them back. He hates the game, he hates the way it cripples the empire, and he wants to change things. Like Celene he plans to break the serfs free of their chains, for the good of the nation and it's power and economy if not for any progressive reasons.
And he'a going to start with Halamshiral.
For this Gasparde isn't merely positioning men to stage a coup... He's planning to kill EVERY SINGLE NOBLE in Halamshiral. Evety man, every woman, every child there.
He's going to reform this empire by wiping out it's cancerous nobility in one fell swoop, and install himself as supreme dictator to see his reforms through, and wiping out the entire Orlesian nobility that might have opposed him, french revolution style.
And thus the Inquisitor has a dilemma.
Unlike Orzammar, where only one side was a reformer, both of these Orlesians are... But you have to choose one.
Do you choose Celene? The more progressive candidate, who wants a more peaceful Orlais going forward? But who is not willing to get ridd of the grand game to do so, thus making it a permanent risk that all her reforms will be undone...
Or will you support Gasparde, and by doing so be complicit in destroying the entire nobility of Orlais, many of whom are not guilty of the shit that Celene and Gasparde here both hate so much? Gasparde is far less likely to create a peaceful Orlais going forward... But he will have obliterated the Grand Game for good and all, a prize that might be worth this Red Wedding style bloodbath.
Meanwhile there is Briala, the elven spy who has enough influence to allow, or prevent Gasparde's plans from going through.
Here there should be another moral dilemma, quite different from the base game.
Do you convince her to aid Gasparde, in exchange for the Elves getting a duchy of their own in Halamshiral? Do you then back her up with Inquisition forces and support, forcing Him to publicly announce her as such, and trust his own, twisted version of honor to actually stick to it going forward(Something he ultimately does), or do you throw her to the Wolves the moment things get rough?
Or alternatively, do you convince her to side with Celene, and bury the hatchet? And if so, on what terms? And similarly, if she actually wants to get something out of this, you actually need to back her up... Something you may, or may not choose to do.
And voila, here you have an actual story of intrigue, massive, lasting political changes as a result of the Herald's actions, and morally grey on grey choices.
Everything that Denerim and Orzammar had in spades.
Now moving on from the plot to the actual place.
Halamshiral has no soul.
It's a french villa on a mountaintop. Whoop de freaking do.
It has no interesting murals, unique art only found there, interesting geography, or anything really to make it stand out.
Compare it to Denerim and Orzammar, and the way they fleshed out the entire city's levels of power and criminal underworlds, and you see the difference.
Denerim is a very realistic, squat, squalid medieval city, with it's buildings built on top of every single bit of available space.
Orzammar is a full on high fantasy dwarf city lit up by a lake of lava.
Halamshiral is a villa presented as a city.
How do you fix that?
There is an artist here on Tumblr who pretty much showcased what Halamshiral could have been, if they had taken the idea of the Dalish(who were the original owners) taking inspiration from native americans(amongst others), and use that to build a truly spectacular city, which has long ago been paved over, but the structure is still there.
Make it a city on the water, like the aztex capital of Tenochtitlan, a marvel of canals and stone.
Make it this Venezia like city, with canals everywhere you look, and the entire city running on water. A marvel of Dalish city building, where they took something as simple as a couple of islands in a lake, and built the most beautiful city in the world.
And rather than just limit you to the palace, instead let you actually explore this city.
Expand the entire event from one night, to a week.
Let the Herald explore the city, meet the players, interact with the nobles, become friends with a few like you could with Ferelden's bans, which in turn makes the possibility of sacrificing them for the greater good hit so much harder.
Let you choose what fancy stuff to wear to the balls and meetings, rather than have this stupid motto of forcing you to wear one, pre determined outfit like this game had for some reason.
Let you discover the places where what little Elven Architecture and art still remains can be found, and talk with the elves who still live here, the descendants after the first elves the Orlesians enslaved.
Make the plotting of Gasparde and the positioning of troops be gradual, not instantly discovered and twarted.
And at the end, if you choose to back Gasparde, you mirror that scene from Dragon Age 2, where the Templars sail across the bay, and you either step aside and witness the bloodbath you just allowed to happen, or you fight them and be recognized by the nobility(most of which are horrible, horrible people) as a hero who just saved the day.
Have the venatori plot be to kill both Gasparde and Celene, rather than their involvement mostly be about handing the player the the easy knife for the knot of which monarch to pick without having to get your hands dirty.
Also have the entire group be gathered for once. Every inner member of the Inquisition just like at Denerim.
Each of whom have their own thoughts on the events.
Who supports who? What is the right thing to do? What is better for the inquisition? Are you staining your honor beyond repair if you back Gasparde? Does the Inquisitor maybe have a breakdown after witnessing what they just allowed to happen and they walk through the gardens or rooms filled with corpses? Maybe have the scene at the end with the love interest be about a moment of them truly comforting their lover in the aftermath of it all, understanding(or not) that as boss, it's your job to have to make the tough decisions. And now you have to live with them.
Or if you wanna go the other way, this could be one of the breaking points like Origins had. If you support Gasparde, Blackwall choses to tell you to get bent, and that he will die as benefits a knight. Defending the week, and calling you out on how you are just as bad as he ever was, a child killer who's going to run away from responsibility, to pretend you are some better person than what you actually are. You're a murder. Just like he was. You are just as responsible for the blood that's flowing as he was with that carriage back in the day.
It would have been a far more impressive reveal moment for his crimes, that's for sure.
Cole probably would be the one who would be second most upset, but wheter he leaves or ultimately stays should probably be depended on your other choices and your relationship with him prior to this, probably have his personal quest be the determinating factor of what he chooses to do.
And i could go on, but point is, this would be a return to Origins choices actually mattering. There were choices that could make or break a characters bond with you. Shale would not budge regarding Caridin, Leliana and wynne would stand against you if you choose to defile the urn, Sevran would choose to betray you for his old friend if he didn't like you enough, and of course the age old choices at the end of act 3 in da2, where you have to pick between templars and Mages, as well as anders fate, and chances are regardless of what you do, at least 1 person ends up dead.
If anyone reading this has any suggestions for how to further improve this storyline, feel free to share, but regardless, i think we can all agree that this is a vast improvement of what we actually got.
#dragon age inquisition#dragon age#dragon age origins#dragon age 2#halamshiral#gasparde#celene#briala#inquisitor#blackwall#thom rainier#the herald of andraste#the inquisitor#meta#what could have been#tenochtitlan
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so, let's talk about the chess game a little more thoroughly
in the chess game (from falsettos, idk if that's apparently clear, "a chess game" could literally be anything lol) there's a pattern of impatience that follows the two main characters.
Marvin's impatience is fully one-sided, you can see as Whizzer begins the game, he's insistent for him to get his turn over with, even going so far as to (quite condescendingly) ask if Whizzer wants his help. But then the moment it's his turn, he takes his time despite Whizzer having rushed his first move.
I think this might stem from his constant need to "help", or rather, control every situation. He thinks it's always his job to be the leader of every circumstance, as the stereotypical man.
It definitely comes from a childhood of commanding others around and not having a heavy amount of discipline for his actions.
Otherwise, Marvin taking time to calculate his move shows that he's careful with his own placement in life. A life of tiptoing around himself and never actually accepting the full extent of his personality, or sexuality has made him incredibly courteous of where he stands. Maybe it even came from his relationship with Trina, how not being careful led him to being forced into an arranged marriage.
Meanwhile, (and I know I've gone through this bit before in other posts but yes, thanks, I need more appreciation on William Finn not just victimizing Whizzer. Like, he's not that great either guys. We love him, but he isn't perfect.) Whizzer uses the game as a strategy to get Marvin on his side.
Although instead of healthily sorting through his MASS amount of issues, Whizzer pretty much just ends up manipulating him into throwing the game. It's interesting because Whizzer has an opportunity to discuss all of the problems they have with Marvin.
They're in a place in their relationship where he can clearly just throw anything out there, but then he strikes back with anger instead of trying to actually figure out the main issues and help them both through it, effectively shutting off Marvin's ability to actually listen to anything he has to say.
The chess game was actually staged so perfectly, because you can clearly see all of the toxicity in one contained place during that song. There's obviously snippets in others, Marvin's inability to change and Whizzer's insistence not to change because changing would mean they would have to actually talk about their feelings toward each other.
anyways, these are just my thoughts on this :) none of its fully canon, I was just watching through clips of the proshot and realized some interesting things
#whizzer brown#falsettos#marvinfalsettos#hyperfixating on falsettos#the sillies have taken over my account#HERE YOU GO#HAVE ANOTHER RANT!#anyways if you want more of these on any specific aspect of falsettos I'm down to converse about the insanity that is this show
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Danny Phantom vs. Hazbin Hotel: Afterlife Designs
Happy Halloween folks!
This is my first time doing a special post for a holiday.
And for today, I wanted to have this discussion about a topic I had with some friends.
Specifically about two animated shows that both focus on an afterlife.
A poorly-defined and explained afterlife.....
Those two shows are none other than Danny Phantom and Hazbin Hotel.
However, one is able to get more across about that afterlife simply through its character design, while the other doesn't.
And if you haven't guessed already, it's the former.
But before we discuss how DP is able to get across more about its world simply through its character design (along with just having far better ones than Hazbin), first we need to talk about why both these shows have poorly-defined afterlives.
Danny Phantomâs was the result of conflicting visions.
Those being between the showâs infamous creator Butch Hartman, and its main producer and developer Steve Marmel.
Butch wanted the series to be relatively episodic and comedic, while Steve wanted it to be a little more darker and put more emphasis on story and world-building.
This resulted in Steve, along with most of the Season 1 and 2 crew, to leave the show.
Thereâs also the fact that Nickelodeon didnât want them to mention the obvious, hence why despite the show being about ghosts, there was hardly ever any mentions of death in general.
And this wouldnât be the last time theyâve done something like this.
Fellow Nicktoon, Avatar: The Last Airbender, famously killed off the character Jet, who was a one-off character in Book One before becoming a major character in Book Two.
When making his death scene in the episode âLake Laogaiâ, Nickelodeon wanted the crew to make this scene more ambiguous.
Which the crew themselves would go on make fun of in the penultimate episode of the series, âThe Ember Island Playersâ.
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In the case of Hazbin Hotel, this can be all blamed on VivziePop.
Viz is famous for not exactly being that good at storytelling.
And this is especially the case when it comes to world-building.
She has a bad habit of revealing major details about the world in her chats and streams, and then never bothering to actually implement them into the show.
And when she eventually does implement those details (whenever that'll be), who knows if she'll even keep those details intact.
But with that out of the way, let's talk about the actual character designs.
Color Scheme:
Color schemes are crucial for character design because they directly influence how viewers perceive a character, conveying their personality, mood, and even their role in a story.
The ghosts of Danny Phantom and the sinners of Hazbin Hotel have a primary color: Green and red.
Largely thanks to the realms they inhabit: The Ghost Zone and Hell.
The sinners of Hazbin have been heavily criticized for their heavy use of red in their designs, and the fact that it's prevalent with many of the characters, can make looking at them a bit tiresome.
But the ghosts don't have that problem....
While their primary color is green, if you notice, the amount of green each ghosts has tends to vary.
Some have green eyes like Penelope Spectra, Ember McClain, The Fright Knight, Johnny 13, Walker and even the titular Danny himself.
Some have green hair like Kitty.
Some have green eyes and hair like Skulker and Youngblood.
Or in the case of The Dragon Ghost, scales.
Some have green skin like The Lunch Lady and Technus.
Hell, some don't even have any green like Vlad Plasmius, Sidney Poindexter and The Box Ghost.
Ghosts also have other colors to help balance out of the green.
Skulker for example is primarily made up of gray and black, with a little bit of blue and the aforementioned green.
Another thing that makes the green works is that it's shown to be part of the ghosts' physiology.
While you could argue that this applies to the sinners as well, since they have red in their eyes and hair, but look at these background characters.
There's hardly any red on them.
So this only really applies to the main ones.
(And also yes, just like everyone else, I do agree these guys have far better designs than the main cast).
Body Types:
If you know Viv, you'd know that one of her biggest criticism is her lack of body diversity.
Her characters are infamous for being INSANELY skinny.
Sure you'll get some characters like Adam, Verosika Mayday and Vortex, but they're the expectations.
Actually now I think about it, I think Helluva Boss has more diversity in body types present.
Most of the secondary characters and even I.M.P. themselves have differing body types from each other.
But the ghosts....
Actually, scratch that....
EVERYONE in Danny Phantom have unique and differing body types from each other.
The Danny Phantom characters would definitely pass The Silhouette Test.
The Hazbin characters would barely pass.
Outfits:
A character's outfit can really go a long way.
As it can tell you what a character is like by just looking at them.
Each of the main ghosts get this down right.
Even if you haven't watched Danny Phantom, one glance at each of these guys have already tell you what their deal is.
Skulker is a high-tech hunter.
Sidney Poindexter is a nerd.
Ember is a rockstar.
Johnny is a biker.
Technus is a technological genius.
Desiree is a genie.
Walker is a prison warden.
And The Box Ghost is a total loser.
But if someone who hadn't watched Hazbin Hotel looked at the characters, I'd highly doubt they would be able to get a read on what their deal is.
Maybe except for Charlie and Husk.
There's also the fact that a good chunk of the main cast causally wear formal attire.
Which doesn't make them stand out from each other that much.
Some of the ghosts' attire also give hints to when they lived/died.
Desiree lived during The Ottoman Empire.
The Dragon Ghost lived during The Middle Ages.
The Lunch Lady and Sidney lived during the 1950s.
Johnny and Kitty lived during the 1970s.
And Ember lived during the late-1990s/early-2000s.
The sinners unfortunately lack that.
They don't really have anything that would hint or allude when and where they lived or died.
Physical Traits, Powers and Biology:
One small but strong detail that really makes and breaks the ghosts and sinners are their physical appearances.
While this does get a little muddled for Danny Phantom come Season 2, there is a pretty solid explanation for it.
Throughout Season 1, the major ghosts we're introduced to were either humanoid or animalistic in their physical appearances.
This was a small but subtle detail to imply that the ghosts were, well, the spirits of humans and animals that were once among the living.
However, everything changed with the introduction of Clockwork, the master of all time.
This was quite strange, since he was a ghost.
This only got stranger with the introductions of ghosts like Frostbite and Undergrowth, who despite being ghosts, were notably more monstrous than the ones introduced in Season 1.
However, I think having ghosts there are just monsters or Eldritch-like entities is actually pretty cool.
It really helps makes The Ghost Zone feel like it's own universe and not have it completely be connected to Earth.
Plus, this was actually kinda intended from the beginning.
In the pitch bible for Danny Phantom, The Ghost Zone (originally called The Unreal and eventually Ghost World) was not only suppose to be an afterlife, but also a realm of fantasy, being home to monsters, Eldritch beings, and even mythological creatures.
It seems that for Season 3, Butch decided to go back to that concept.
Mostly like to continue avoiding having to state the obvious.
And given that he would go on record years later to say that ALL of the ghosts of The Ghost Zone were just monsters, I can believe that.
The best showcase of this is in the episode, "Boxed-Up Fury".
In that episode, Danny seeks the help of the actual mythical Pandora, who had her legendary box stolen by Box Ghost, who used it so that could FINALLY be taken seriously by everyone.
Along the way, he faces off against a wide array of monsters from Greek mythology.
These included a hydra, a gorgon, a centaur, a minotaur, and a cyclops.
I think the reason why people took a problem with many of the new ghosts was because the show itself never really explained which ghosts were the souls of the dead and which ghosts were just monsters.
As for the sinners, they're explicit said to be a sub-species of demons that were once humans but died and were sent to Hell.
But with that being considered.....would you be able to see that by just looking at them?
Due to how monstrous and animalistic they look, it's hard to see the sinners as being the living embodiments of once-living humans.
Made even worse with the fact that none of them have any canon backstories to possibly explain their appearances.
Or at least any that have been shown IN THE ACTUAL SHOW.
I know Danny Phantom has a similar problem, but remember, they were being restricted by a creator and a network that were too cowardly to address the damn obvious.
What's Hazbin's excuse?
Hell (heh heh), the sinners could've just easily been regular demons and it wouldn't make much of a difference.
Another thing to note about the ghosts and sinners are their biology.
The ghosts are able to fly, turn invisible, become intangible, immortality, and possess superhuman physicality.
Plus most of them to possess some kind of special ability.
Like Skulker and his ecto-skeleton with a variety of weapons, Desiree and her wish granting, and Johnny 13 and his Shadow that causes bad luck.
The sinners are......kinda lacking in this regard.
They have special abilities (albeit not as flashy or impressive as the ghosts), a few have the ability to transform into larger and stronger forms, and have animalistic tendencies.
And while we're on the topic of biology, we need to address the demon elephant in the room.....
As I just mentioned earlier, the ghosts are immortal, since they're dead.
And with the fact that the sinners are the souls of the dead, you would think they would be immortal too.
But if you've watched the show, then you'd know that isn't the case at all.
Although sinners can't age (dead and all), they can be killed via the use of the angelic weapons.
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Who thought this was a good idea?
Just like Mantis said, this makes no sense!
Plus it's totally redundant with the fact that the sinners are already DEAD!
I know some people are gonna bring up Coco, which had The Final Death.
But there, it made sense.
Those living in The Land of the Dead would fade into oblivion after getting forgotten by everyone in the human world.
But in Hazbin, what's their excuse?!
And don't even get me started on how Sir Pentious dies and ends up going to Heaven.....
Also before we move on, I did wanted to bring up a few cool things about the biology of the ghosts.
In the TV movie, "The Ultimate Enemy", we find out that....
-Although ghosts can't die, they can still age, albeit slower than humans.
-Even though they can't die, ghosts can still be badly injured. As we see with Future Ember (who had her vocal chords destroyed) and Johnny (who became a paraplegic).
-Ghosts can even reproduce, with the reveal of Box Lunch, the daughter of The Lunch Lady and The Box Ghost.
As for the sinners.....
They can't age, but they can still die (once again, makes no sense).
And as far as we know, they can't reproduce.....
Which is for the better because the last thing I need to see is Angel Dust being able to have kids.
Anyway, that's all I have for now.
I wanted to do something special for Halloween.
Let me know what you guys think about this post.
And also, let me know if there's anything I missed, because I feel like I missed something in this post.
But until next time.....
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#danny phantom#hazbin hotel#halloween#happy halloweeeeeeen#the lunch lady ghost#the dragon ghost#skulker#nicolai technus#sidney poindexter#desiree#walker#penelope spectra#ember mclain#johnny 13#kitty#anti hazbin hotel#angel dust#hazbin husk#alastor#sir pentious#anti angel dust#character design#wulf#character design analysis#admittedly I don't hate Hazbin Hotel#But I really don't care for it
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Okay, so I want Buddie to get together before Chris comes home, right? So, they get Chris, spend a few days getting everyone settled back into the swing of things, and then either 1) they don't get a chance to tell him, or 2) they do, and it doesn't go great (which I feel like is something that's going to happen regardless, I need Christopher to be an angsty teen with abandonment issues in 4k)
BUT
Before they can sit down again and figure everything out, they get a call for another wildfire or a crossover or whatever that requires them to leave town for a little bit.
Obviously, Eddie can't go, because he just got Christopher back home and he really doesn't want to leave him again, even temporarily, but Buck has to go because people need help.
Cue Buck & Eddie spending time apart for the first time since they got together, sleeping in different beds hundreds of miles away from the other, and both spiraling a little bit. Eddie because he's worried that Buck is finally getting some time away from him and the mess that he was in Chris' absence and is worried that he doesn't want to keep wading through Eddie's problems,
And Buck because Chris is back now, and what if Eddie doesn't need him anymore? What if he was just a stand-in or a placeholder for Chris, but now his son is back and Eddie is on his own two feet again and what if he doesn't need Buck anymore, and if he doesn't need him, then why would he keep him around?
Extra points if telling Chris doesn't go well so they're trying to figure that out and cell service is spotty and they don't know what the other is thinking because they're so far away and if they were closer, they would just be together and solve the problem, but they're not so they're relying on delayed messages and downed phone lines and a game of phone tag.
And then, obviously, Buck gets home, and they realize they were spiraling over nothing because they've been building a life together for far longer than the few months they've been kissing, and Buck sits and talks with Christopher, and everything is fine.
AND THEN I NEED TIM TO LEAVE THEIR RELATIONSHIP ALONE. No breakups like in a lot of other main couples (Chenford, Booth & Brennan, I'm looking at you guys.) no! None of that! They've suffered enough, give them plot lines without breaking them up.
Give them better arcs with their parents, BRING US EDDIE'S GODDAMN SISTERS and the drama I K N O W is hiding there. Give us Buck focusing on his career (and also maybe slip in an official ADHD diagnosis, what, who said that?) Give us them talking about raising another kid, kill off an obscure family member and a stroll down memory lane (I absolutely do not mean Isabel Diaz, you keep your filthy paws OFF Eddie's abuela, bitches. I love her so so so so much lol).
Give them character arcs that have nothing to do with them possibly breaking up. They deserve storyline's that are more than just about their love interest. Literally, Buck's coming out wasn't even about him, it was all about Tommy and I'm so sick of it. Buck and Eddie are interesting characters! They are M A I N characters, give them better storylines. (Esp Eddie bc genuinely, wtf have you all done to my boy??)
#911 abc#eddie diaz#buddie#evan buckley#buck x eddie#I want all the âwhat if they breakup?â drama at the very beginning of the relationship and then I N E V E R want to hear a whisper of it#ever ever ever again#stop making their arcs about other people and let it be about THEM#Don't mind me just yapping#will i ever be normal about two fictional characters? Probably not#I've been thinking about this all morning
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