hiii anon! tbh i love this theme! i just feel like it’s a little overused in some ways so i tried to take it in a different direction this time 😃 hope you like it 🫶

plug!vernon x college student!reader

plug!vernon who you meet at a party you almost didn’t go to. he’s not in the thick of it but on the balcony, smoking alone and looking at the skyline. you stumble into the quiet space by accident, seeking refuge and he just nods, offering the spot next to him. the first contact is a borrowed lighter and a “you hiding out too?” that feels like a lifeline.

plug!vernon who, instead of small talk, asks you about the last movie that really stuck with you. the conversation flows so naturally you lose track of time, laughing softly to yourselves while the party rages on the other side of the glass. he has strong opinions but listens to yours like they’re the most interesting things he’s ever heard.

plug!vernon who finds you in the kitchen, struggling with a stubborn bottle cap. his hands cover yours to help and the warmth is instant. “let me get that,” he murmurs near your ear and the air leaves your lungs. he twists it open with a smooth motion and hands it to you with a smile.

plug!vernon who boldly suggests you ditch the party together. “i know a place that does late-night fried chicken. way better than this playlist.” you say yes without a second thought and soon the divey spot becomes your favorite place.

plug!vernon who walks you to your door under the dim porch light. he leans in and the kiss is even better than you imagined. “can i see you again?” he asks. all you can do is nod.

plug!vernon whose apartment you know intimately before you know anything else. it’s a cozy space, full of plants and an immense record collection. you feel at home, surrounded by his scent and the peace he radiates.

plug!vernon who you can’t stop thinking about. you’re telling your best friend about him, about his stupidly pretty eyes and his calm energy, when your friend’s face lights up with recognition. “vernon? wait, vernon? as in, my plug, vernon?” your stomach drops. your friend pulls out his phone, showing you a contact picture and it’s undeniably him. it’s the same eyes that looked at you with affection just hours before. suddenly, the peace of his apartment, the plants, his calm demeanor... it all makes a different kind of sense.

plug!vernon who recognizes your number instantly, even though you texted from the contact everyone else uses. his reply is immediate, not businesslike but personal: come over. we need to talk. when you show, he’s in sweatpants and a hoodie, hair slightly mussed, expression caught somewhere between worry and relief. it feels like he was waiting the whole time and that thought alone makes your chest tighten.

plug!vernon who doesn’t flinch when you say, “no need to explain. i came to buy. isn’t that what you do?” instead, he shakes his head. “not with you.” the refusal isn’t sharp. it’s like he already decided this long before you walked in.

plug!vernon who notices your silence and gestures for you to sit, pacing a little before crouching in front of you with his elbows balanced on his knees. “look,” he says, “i’ll give you whatever you want. for free. but you don’t get to be a customer. you don’t buy from me, you don’t buy from anyone else. if you smoke, you do it here. with me.” his eyes lock with yours, serious but not cold.

plug!vernon who sees the flicker of hurt cross your face. like maybe it feels patronizing, like maybe he doesn’t see you as capable of making your own choices. he rushes to clarify. “it’s not about being possessive.” his hand gestures vaguely toward you, like he can’t quite put the right words together. “you’re not just anyone to me. i care about what happens to you. so if this is something you want, i’m going to be here. to make sure it stays small and safe. not something you lean on when things get heavy.”

plug!vernon who shifts the energy once he sees you relax, like he knows not to hold you in a serious moment too long. he drapes a blanket over your legs without asking, sets a glass of water on the coffee table, then pulls out a vinyl he knows you haven’t heard yet. “this one’s underrated,” he says with a small smile and soon the room fills with the warm crackle of music. what could’ve been a fight turns into the quietest kind of truce, his shoulder brushing yours while he lets the record spin.

plug!vernon who, after that night, is suddenly everywhere. texting you about random songs, dropping by with food, showing up at your place with a lazy grin and a “thought you might need company.” he doesn’t push for labels, but the way he looks at you when you’re talking makes it feel like you’ve already fallen into something more without ever having to name it.

plug!vernon who invites you deeper into his space in little ways: letting you pick the record while he cooks ramen, showing you which plant needs watering when he’s out, handing you one of his hoodies like it’s the most natural thing. his apartment becomes a second home. you catch yourself staying longer each time, until leaving feels wrong.

plug!vernon who isn’t much for long speeches but shows his feelings in action. he’ll reach over and fix your collar before you head out or press a kiss to your temple mid-sentence. it’s subtle but each gesture carries weight.

plug!vernon who doesn’t let the world outside intrude. your best friend still jokes about their “plug vernon,” but when you’re with him, that side doesn’t exist. there’s no exchange. it’s just vernon, the boy with soft eyes who smokes on the balcony and laughs with his whole body.

plug!vernon who walks you home after late nights, fingers tangled with yours. he never says much at the door. just “text me when you’re in bed” or “sleep well” but then he kisses you like he means everything he doesn’t say out loud.

plug!vernon who, in the quiet of those nights, makes it clear this isn’t temporary. not in grand declarations, but in the way he keeps space for you in his life. an extra toothbrush by the sink, a mug that’s always yours, a playlist labeled with your initials. it’s subtle, intentional and it makes you realize that this thing between you isn’t about the party where you first met or the shock of learning who he is. it’s about the way his presence settles you, how the simplest moments with him stretch out like they matter more than anything else.

awww stop that means the world to me!! 😭🩷 thank you sm angel, this made my bday even sweeter !! sending u all the love & the squishiest hug rn 🫶

aiii que lindo isso di!! meu dia foi incrivelmente bom <3 obrigada por ter tirado um tempinho p me deixar essa ask, ler esse tipo de coisa me faz mt feliz de verdade 🫂🫂🫂🫂 abraço recebido! dobrei e passei p vc dnv hehe