#don’t wanna fall in love vernon

[gyuslcve]

can i request “svt members when their S/O falls asleep on another members lap/shoulder”?☺️

how svt reacts when their s/o falls asleep on another member’s lap/shoulder

genre: head canons, fluff if u squint

rq: requested by anon!

not proofread

notes: this idea is so cliche (in a good way) and never fails to make me go <333 thank u anon for this rq xx i really enjoyed writing this

SVT MEMBERS WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP ON ANOTHER MEMBER’S LAP/SHOULDER

choi seungcheol

✧ i think he’d be conflicted because he doesn’t wanna wake you up but he wants you to lie on him and only him

✧ ends up trying to move you from someone else’s lap to his without waking you up

✧ is very gentle with you, afraid of disturbing your sleep :(

yoon jeonghan

✧ wakes you up and apologises

✧ “sorry darling.. i’m here now, go back to sleep”

✧ you don’t notice it but he looks at you tenderly and smooths your hair

hong joshua

✧ same as cheol, he’d try to shift your head from someone else’s shoulder to his own

✧ once you’re settled on his shoulder he glances down at you every once in a while, making sure you’re sleeping safe and sound

✧ chuckles to himself at your sleeping state (he finds it t o o adorable)

wen junhui

✧ slightly ???? when he sees the situation

✧ doesn’t really mind tbh

✧ shushes the members bc he knows you’re easily woken up by noises

kwon soonyoung

✧ pouts and hopes no one notices (he’s jealous)

✧ wakes you up gently and shifts next to you so you can lie on him instead

✧ instantly wraps an arm around you in a protective manner once you’re by his side

jeon wonwoo

✧ heart melts when he sees you asleep

✧ doesn’t have time to be jealous, he just walks up to you and wakes you up,

✧ “hey baby.. let’s go home yeah? i know you’re tired”

✧ if you insist on staying he’d bring you to his lap so you at least rest comfortably

lee jihoon

✧ doesn’t notice at first - when he does he gets jealous

✧ he tries not to show it but it’s written all over his face

✧ doesn’t wake you up or anything, makes a mental note to talk to you about it when you get home

✧ not from the intention of possessiveness but he wants you to know he’s uncomfortable with it and assures you he will always, always be by your side whenever you need it

xu minghao

✧ almost jumps out of his seat from impulsiveness and then sits his ass back down because he tells himself “it’s not a big deal”

✧ probably would sit there and debate whether he should wake you up or not for at least five minutes

✧ it puts his mind at ease once the thought that you fell asleep on the other member’s shoulder accidentally crosses his mind

kim mingyu

✧ torn between being jealous and heart swelling with affection

✧ lots of thoughts go through his head (while pouting)

✧ what if she gets mad at me for waking her up? w-what if she doesn’t love me anymore ;-;

✧ please give assurance to this big baby

lee seokmin

✧ another ???? member

✧ doesn’t really do anything, first thing that crosses his mind is when you fell asleep the night before

✧ he’s honestly just worried that he’s staying too late and you’re not getting enough rest :/

✧ wakes you up while brushing your hair and asks if you wanna go home

boo seungkwan

✧ man would jokingly make a threatening face at whoever you’re lying on

✧ then proceeds shush everyone in the room

✧ would take off his hat and place it over your head so that it blocks out the brightness

vernon chwe

✧ bro is too busy vernon-ing to notice

✧ not that he’s not paying attention to you.. he’s just vernon yk

✧ only finds out when the member you’re lying on texts him “yo, come get your girl”

✧ chuckles and slowly manoeuvres you into his arms, excuses himself and you from the room and brings you back home <3

lee chan

✧ furrows his eyebrows

✧ somehow shoos the member away and adjusts you onto his lap instead

✧ forgets about whatever conversation he’s having and spends entire night placing occasional kisses on your forehead and holding your hand

author’s notes: thank you again anon for the rq!! i really enjoyed writing this <3

#gyuslcve.writes #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #wonwoo x reader #jeonghan x reader #jihoon x reader #joshua x reader #junhui x reader #lee chan x reader #minghao x reader #seokmin x reader #seungcheol x reader #vernon x reader #mingyu x reader #soonyoung x reader #seungkwan x reader #seventeen headcanons #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagine #seventeen drabbles #seventeen fanfic #svt x reader #svt imagine

[sluttywonwoo]

for the love of GOD i need to know what each svt member is like when they're talking you through an orgasm-

seungcheol: “squeeze my hand, baby. that’s it, you can squeeze harder, it’s ok. i won’t break, i promise.”

jeonghan: “are you cumming? yeah? does it feel good, baby? talk to me.” meanwhile you’re cumming your brains out under him and can’t form a single word

joshua: “atta girl, so good for me. keep going… ride it out.”

jun: “kiss me, kiss me- fucking kiss me…” and then the rest is incoherent because he’s mumbling it into your mouth

soonyoung: “don’t stop, keep moving your hips… it’ll feel better that way, trust me. there you go.”

wonwoo: “aw, are those tears? just cumming so fucking hard, yeah? crying because it’s sooo much but still bouncing on my cock because it feels too good? i know, baby, i know. let it out.”

jihoon: i imagine y’all in a position where you’re afraid to fall so you’re holding back but jihoon is so strong that he’s all like “i’ve got you. it’s alright, just relax. let it wash over you.”

seokmin: “god damn it, you feel so good. fuck, how is that even possible? you’re gonna make me cum, baby, just- yeah don’t stop cumming.”

mingyu: “good girl, making such a mess on my cock. wanna make a mess on my face next? yeah? you can once we’re done here.”

minghao: “go ahead, love. yeah cum for me… that’s it. so obedient for me, cumming when i tell you to. aren’t i lucky?”

seungkwan: “you look so fucking pretty like this, baby. wish i could make you cum a hundred times just to see your face when you do.”

vernon: “yeah, grind like that… if you, oh fuck me are you cumming? warn a guy next time, would you? fuck… i’m cumming too, baby—”

chan: “remember to breathe, baby. stay with me, okay? can’t have you passing out on me just yet. deep breaths… c’mon, just until the aftershocks pass.”

#answered #anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen reactions #seventeen reaction #svt reactions

[bookyeom]

A series of song-inspired fics, one per member, in honour of love month.

Seungcheol: pov

i wanna love me the way that you love me for all of my pretty, and all of my ugly too x

Jeonghan: nonsense

cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in i can't find my chill, i must have lost it x

Joshua: shortcut to heaven

you make it worth all of the waiting somebody patient, somebody kind x

Jun: waiting for you

you ain't good at reading signals when they come straight from the heart x

Hoshi: dance with me

i don't ever know what to do how to find a beat, how to groove but i dream about finding you you'd make me want to sway x

Wonwoo: idk

i think that i've been falling ever since that day out in the park and i don't know if this is love but maybe this could be the start x

Woozi: flatline

i'm falling for the first time heart is gonna flatline now i can't even look at you you're like staring at the sunshine x

Minghao: let me know

when you're with me, be honest let's just be honest x

Mingyu: nothin' on you

i was wondering if there was something that you wanna know x

Dokyeom: crush

do you catch your breath when i look at you? are you holding back like the way i do? x

Seungkwan: hype boy

you’re my chemical hype boy i just wanna hear ‘you’re mine’ x

Vernon: kissing in swimming pools

do you think we were made to last in the coldest of weather? maybe i don’t have to leave so soon you look heavenly in this shade of blue x

Dino: false alarm

i heard sirens in my head from the first time that we met thought it was a false alarm now I’m burning in your arms endless fire in my heart no, it’s not a false alarm x

#seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen x you #seventeen fluff #thirteenvalentines #seventeen imagine

[wongyuuu]

seventeen as song from lover (ts)

a/n: for this, i'll be giving songs and lyrics to each of the members, as well as small plots based on those lyrics. i don't plan to write all of these, but they are still my ideas (as basic as some of them might be). so if you are interested in writing one of them, you can message me about it. if you want to read one of them you can send in a request and i'll write for you

red | 1989 | reputation | lover | folklore | midnights

• Seungcheol ➝ Cruel Summer Fever dream high in the quiet of the night You know that I caught it (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it) Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price You know that I bought it (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it) ↳ Seungcheol was infamous, the bad boy like you see in the movie, and god you wanted him.

• Jeonghan ➝ Afterglow This ultraviolet morning light below Tells me this love is worth the fight, oh↳ Jeonghan was never one to lose his patience with people, least of all you. But one day a fight gets out of control and it leaves you wondering if your relationship has come to an end. ↣ read here

• Joshua ➝ Lover And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years? ↳ you’re scared you might be falling in love a little way quickly for Joshua

• Jun ➝ Cornelia Street And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away I'd never walk Cornelia Street again ↳ A year after the end of your relationship with Jun, you go back to the small apartment you used to share. To your surprise, Jun is next door to you.

• Hoshi ➝ Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince I counted days, I counted miles To see you there, to see you there It's been a long time coming, but ↳ one day you got a letter in the mail by mistake from someone named soonyoung. You spend years going back and forth with the letters until you finally meet each other.

• Wonwoo ➝ False God I know heaven's a thing I go there when you touch me, honey Hell is when I fight with you ↳ you and Wonwoo never fought before, at least not to the point where both of you were screaming at each other.

• Jihoon ➝ The Archer I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you ↳ for years you had a one-sided crush on Jihoon. You planned to confess your feelings many times but failed at every single opportunity.

• Minghao ➝ London Boy Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride Babes, don't threaten me with a good time ↳ Minghao is always one to see the beauty where most people see none, so when he drags you out of your apartment on a particularly rainy day you don’t complain, sure that whatever it is that he planned is a perfect date.

• Mingyu ➝ Paper Rings I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this ↳ Mingyu had always been your best friend and that line had never been crossed before, then, one day, you woke up naked in his bed with a vivid memory of the previous night. ↣ read here

• Seokmin ➝ I Think He Knows He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans It's like I'm 17, nobody understands No one understands ↳ there was nothing in the world you loved more than Seokmin’s smile.

• Vernon - You Need To Calm Down And I ain't tryna mess with your self-expression But I've learned a lesson that stressin' and obsessin' 'bout somebody else is no fun ↳ nothing can make Vernon mad but you’re adamant about proving him wrong

• Seungkwan ➝ Death By a Thousand Cuts I get drunk, but it's not enough ’Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby ↳ in which Seungkwan drunk calls you, his ex, and finally tells you all the feelings he kept to himself for months.↣ read here

• Chan ➝ Daylight I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night And now I see daylight ↳ it was impossible not to compare Chan to a ray of sunshine, especially after he was the one who brought you back to life

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a/n: somehow three of these could become smut and i'm thinking of writing them that way

#k-labels #seventeen imagine #svt imagine #choi seungcheol #yoon jeonghan #hong joshua #moon junhui #kwon soonyoung #jeon wonwoo #lee jihoon #xu minghao #lee seokmin #kim mingyu #chwe hansol #boo seungkwan #lee chan #taylor swift

[skullverse]

➼ from the start ⋆ ★

vernon chwe x female reader---

young love was never easy, and you had your own sour tasting of it. when your childhood best friend, vernon, falls deeply in love with someone else, you wonder if you’d ever get a chance again. to be fair, you’ve been there: from the start.

tags: friends to lovers, fluff, angst (kinda)

word count: 1.7k

first ever post woah. this is a short work based on laufey's 'from the start' but with a happy ending bc i'm a hopeless romantic. enjoy (or don’t idc)

i stirred my watered down iced latte, head in my hand, listening to vernon talk. i had grown tired of listening to him harp on about some ‘soulmate’ he met at the library a few weeks ago. “she’s so perfect!” “blah blah blah,” was all i could hear. i’ve known vernon for as long as i can remember. seeing him this knee deep in love was something new to me. though, the thing that was harder to accept is the fact that he never noticed the little things anymore. how i get quiet when there’s no one else around, how every small act he does makes my cheeks flush pink. when he looks at me with his stupid brown eyes, his gaze reminds me of how he doesn’t feel the same. 

“y/n? y/n~ hello? earth to y/n..” vernon said, waving his hand in my face. i snapped my gaze up, looking at him.

“huh? yeah, she’s cool, or that sucks,” i mumbled, i had no clue what he just said. vernon sighed and wiped his hands on his pants, defeated.

“you’re not listening,” he said sadly.

“well how could i listen? what do you want me to tell you ‘she sounds so dreamy, you’re lucky!’?” i replied. how could i just sit here, listening to the guy i like most talking about another girl? “i just got a little bored of listening.”

“well, could you at least try helping me talk to her?” he asked. i squinted at him. “please y/n,” he pleaded.

“okay, fine,” i said, “but what’s in it for me?”

“er, whatever you want?”

------

i walked into the library hallway, around the same time vernon had gone and met the girl. he gave me a brief description outside. before heading in, we stood around like creeps waiting to see if vernon’s mystery girl walked in. i was talking about my horrible psychology project when vernon suddenly shushed me and hit my arm repeatedly.

“shhh, look! that’s her!” he said in a whisper-yell. i had to admit, she was very pretty. it drove me a bit insane.

“alright, i’ll see what i can do,” i said. no turning back now.

i walked into the huge library, books lining every corner. the big skylight brought in rays of sunlight in every inch of the room. i looked around, trying to spot vernon’s soulmate. after wandering a bit, i saw her in the far corner looking at the rentable cds. 

“can’t believe i’m doing this,” i grumbled, before walking into the music section. i snuck a peek at her, trying to think of something to start my creepy conversation. i noticed she was wearing a pretty lace top, a perfect contender. 

“hi!” i said in a hushed tone, “oh my god i love your top, where’d you get it?” i asked.

her short black hair moved so gracefully as she turned to look at me. she gave me a warm smile before answering.

“aw thanks! i think it’s from a website called cider,” she told me. she was holding a cd: a soundtrack to one of my favorite games.

“is that the persona 5 soundtrack? i love that game!” i said, trying to get more of a conversation. 

“it is! you know that game? it’s one of my favorites,” she said shyly. i excitedly nodded yes. maybe she wasn’t that bad of a person. we stood there talking about our shared love for the game, and found out we actually had a lot in common.

“what’s your name? i think you’re cool!” she asked.

“i’m y/n, you?” i replied.

“i’m scarlett, y’know could i get your number? i’d love to get to know you more!” she asked me.

“score.” i thought to myself. who knew it’d be this easy?

“yeah of course! would you wanna walk to my class together? i left my bag there, maybe we could grab a coffee?” i suggested.

“i’d love that!”

we chatted on our way out of the library. i suddenly remembered that i left vernon waiting for me outside before i entered. i wondered, was he still there?

my questions were answered as i spotted a very impatient vernon standing against the wall. i told my new friend if she could give me a moment.

“wow, woah.” was all vernon said seeing me manage to befriend his crush. “any information?” he whispered.

“better. her number,” i whispered. “now see ya vernon!” i called behind me while waving.

“sorry,” i told scarlett, she seemed like she was in awe.

“woah, who was he?” she asked shyly.

“oh, just my friend vernon, why?” i asked. i took one look at her expression and instantly knew the answer. “oh my god you think he’s cute.”

“well! just a little..” she defended herself, “okay, maybe..”

i smiled and laughed in a form of excitement. vernon would faint if he heard about this. “i’ll set you guys up!”

—two weeks later; y/n’s house.

i had gotten home about an hour ago, planning to work on my project. but all i could think about was how vernon and scarlett liked each other. my head spun as i laid in bed, my blanket covering me entirely. i looked out my window, staring into the blue. what was i to do? two weeks had passed since i set scarlett and vernon up, and they were perfect. they instantly clicked like missing puzzle pieces. the guy i’ve fallen in love with now had the perfect chance of getting a girlfriend. whilst i had to play matchmaker. 

i hadn’t even realized it, but i was crying. tears stung my eyes, my makeup running. it was terrifying. love was truly driving me insane. 

as if my mind was read, my phone chimed, a text. i sighed, grabbing it and turning it over. my eyes took a second to adjust to the bright screen, but i soon saw the two unread texts. it was vernon. ‘hey where r u? thought we agreed to meet up at my place at 5.’ the latest one read: ‘im coming over’. i quickly got up, struggling to keep my balance. i got a look of myself in the mirror, seeing my ruined makeup. i cursed under my breath, taking some makeup remover to wipe up the mess. my eyes were a bit red and puffy, but i doubted that vernon would notice. 

i heard three short knocks at my door. my heart was practically beating out of my chest due to my nerves. the last person i wanted to see was vernon. i slowly made my way over to the door, looking into the peephole. sure enough, there stood vernon, with his hands in his pockets. his fluffy brown hair was messed up. i took a deep breath and opened the door.

“hey,” i said quietly, not daring to look into his eyes.

“yo what happened? you could’ve just called off the plans-hey. y/n, look at me,” he said, suddenly grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him.

his hand fell to his side when he saw my face. red, puffy, horrified.

“are you okay?” he asked cautiously. he made his way in, closing the door behind him.

“i’m fine, what’re you talking about?” 

“no you’re not, you’ve clearly been crying. i can tell because-”

i quickly cut him off, “okay, so what? why do you suddenly care? shouldn’t you be hanging out with scarlett and making her your girlfriend?” i spat out.

“what? can i not worry about my friend?” he said, hurt. 

“vernon, that’s the problem. you haven’t been worrying about your friend,” the word ‘friend’ hurt to say, knowing that it was all he saw me as. “it’s just..you’ve been so focused on scarlett. ever since that day at the cafe, i just saw you change. hell, she was all you talked about until you found out that i set you two up! it’s like you forgot about my entire existence and replaced me. it hurts vernon, it hurts a lot.” i muttered. 

vernon was about to say something, but i managed to cut him off, “it hurts seeing you fall in love with someone knowing that i’ve had the biggest crush on you from the start,” i blurted. i gasped and covered my mouth, instantly regretting my last words. i could feel tears welling up in my eyes again.

as i started to cry, vernon grabbed my arms and held me close to him. though i couldn’t see his face, i knew he’d have a shocked expression. we stood, hugging, embracing each other’s warmth. i sobbed, unable to stop the tears from flowing. i felt his chin at the top of my head, resting.

“i just wish you had told me sooner y/n,” vernon finally spoke up, breaking our hug.

“am i too late?” i replied, looking down. 

“nope, i’d say you’re right on time,” he said, smiling. “i had to get this off my chest sooner or later, i’ve felt the exact same. you just beat me to it. the only reason why i ‘liked’ scarlett was because i thought you wouldn’t see me as more than a friend,” he rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward smile.

i couldn’t help but let out a laugh, i couldn’t believe it. i wiped my tears with my sleeve, looking up at him. “did your forcing work?” i asked.

“i can’t just get rid of my feelings for you that easily. hell, just thinking of you, i knew i’ve loved you from the beginning,” he shyly admitted. 

“i think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said,” i said laughing. 

he sat me down on my couch, wiping the remaining tears off of my face. i felt my face burn up, realizing how close we were. his fingers grazed my cheek, slowly trailing down to my lips. he paused, hesitating. 

“can i beat you to it this time?” he asked, breaking the silence.

i laughed, “go right ahead.”

he smiled fondly, leaning in and closing the small gap between us. he kissed me slowly, holding my chin up slightly. my hands interlaced with his soft hair, deepening the kiss. we eventually broke apart, for the sake of our lungs. i looked up at him, smiling like a loon. he held my hands, peppering kisses on my fingers. 

“i’ve loved you y/n. from the start.”

----end.

skullverse 01.

#vernon #seventeen #svt #vernon x reader #vernon x y/n #svt fluff #vernon seventeen #vernon svt #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #vernon chwe #seventeen hansol

[husbandhannie]

liar

pairing: vernon x reader

word count: 720

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of nightmares but no details given, kissing

a/n: my birthday is coming up so i thought i'd write a bunch of birthday focused imagines. just classic fluff, my style. i'll proofread later.

taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @zurikyo @husbandhoshi @leejungchans @junhui-recs.

“hey, hey. it’s a dream, you’re okay”.

the sunlight falling through your window makes you squint as your half-asleep mind tries to locate the source of the words, trying to blink away the nightmare. gentle hands grab your shoulders and your vision focuses on your boyfriend’s concerned face, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

you’re not entirely sure what triggered the dreams you’ve had for the past week - the depressing book that made you cry, the argument with your mother, the sad news about a friend’s family member - it could be anything, and maybe nothing at all. you do know that you’d like for them to stop as soon as possible - while not all of them are bad dreams, they’re all incredibly vivid, and make a restful night of sleep impossible. you’ve never been good at sleeping an adequate amount, but your recent dreams have made it even worse. 

not wanting to worry him when he was in the middle of a comeback, you had mentioned your situation only in passing to vernon. he didn’t make a big deal of it, but you knew from the way he checked in everyday that he saw through your efforts. ah, the perils of having a lover who pays attention.

you wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder and breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo. he adjusts so you can get more comfortable, his hands rubbing your back as he hums reassuringly. you stay like that for a few seconds, the two of you wrapped up in each other's arms under the morning light, your breathing calming down and your heartbeat matching his steady one. 

“i’m okay now”, you whisper in his ear, pulling back to look at him, feeling unexpectedly bashful.

his hand moves to rub your arm, gentle eyes looking at you fondly.

“wanna talk about it?”

“no”, you answer instantly, “don’t wanna think about it. maybe later?”

“okay”, he responds easily, “whenever you want”.

that’s what you like about vernon - well, one of the many, many things you like about him - how easy he makes it. how easy he makes it to be with him, to love him.

you give him a brief kiss and hug him again, one of your legs hitching up over his, caging him in. he only pulls you closer in response.

“what are you doing here?”, your murmur against his skin, “i mean, not that i’m complaining. but don’t you have a packed schedule?”

“managed to get a few hours”, he presses a kiss on your shoulder, “wanted to wish you when you got up”.

wish you? are you forgetting something, like an anniversary? you’re pretty sure you’re not, and vernon doesn’t really care about them either, then what does he mean by - 

oh. oh.

“oh”, you reply dumbly, “right. my birthday”.

“yeah - wait”, he pulls away to look at you, the beginnings of a smile visible on his lips, “did you forget?” 

“what?”, you scoff, “no, ofcourse not”.

you totally did.

“babe, ohmygod”, he laughs, his hand clumsily coming to rest on yours, “you forgot”.

“listen”, you protest, your lips curving into a reluctant smile, “i was sleepy, okay? i haven’t slept properly all week, i came back from work and just passed out”.

vernon looks at you intently, concern apparent on his face. weren’t you supposed to not tell him how bad it’s been?

“i knew it”, he whispers, bringing up a finger to press your nose, “you’re a shit liar, babe”.

“sorry”, you reply, a slight guilty note in your voice, “didn’t wanna worry you”.

“babe. ofcourse i’m going to worry. i love you”.

“right, okay. love you too”.

he shakes his head for a second before moving to kiss you, his hand curling around your cheek while your fingertips reach up to play with his hair.

“happy birthday, by the way”, he whispers against your lips, “i didn’t get you a gift, you told me not to”.

“that’s okay”, you press a kiss on his lips, unable to hold back, “just hold me while i sleep?”

“i can do that”, he smiles fondly, “with pleasure”.

minutes later, when you’re comfortably snuggled in his arms, you murmur, “i know you got me something, by the way. you’re a shit liar too, babe”.

#seventeen fluff #svt fluff #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #vernon fluff #vernon #hansol chwe #vernon imagines #vernon x reader #seventeen x reader #chwe vernon #vernon chwe

[starsstuddedsky]

Tip the Glass, Pour Me Out

reader x jun

summary: drunk confessions, one sided love, and late realizations

genre: fluff, pure fluff

warnings: food, alcohol, lmk if i missed any

wc: 2.4k

a/n: hello <3 i love this silly little story pls enjoy

Your head falls onto Jun’s shoulder. “Too heavy,” you mumble. He sighs, shifting your weight on his back so that you don’t fall off. How many times has he done this now? 

Your arms tighten around his neck, loose enough so that he can still breathe, though it puts a strain on his throat. 

“What happened to no more drinking?” He asks, pulling your arm down by your hand. You catch his hand before he can hook it back under your leg. 

“Alcohol is my friend,” you say. 

Jun laughs. “Somehow I don’t think you’ll be saying that in the morning.” He doesn’t have to turn his head to know that you are pouting. He knows it won’t last, and sure enough, in a couple minutes you’re mumbling the melody to a song he doesn’t recognize. 

“Six, seven, eight, triple nine, eight, two, one, two, baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you, tonight but I cannot, babygirl, and that’s the issue,” you sing, nodding your head back and forth, accidentally bumping what feels like your forehead into the back of his head. It doesn’t hurt, but you finally let go of his hand to rub the spot, mumbling apologies. He sets his arm back around your leg where it’s wrapped around his waist. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, and he feels you press a kiss to the back of his head. When he turns his head to face you, he has to fight not to smile, turning back to stare at the street because he can’t help himself. 

“Is this the part where you tell me you like me or are we still too far away from your place?” He asks. 

You slap his shoulder, though it isn’t hard. “What are you talking about?” 

“Come on, yn,” he says. “The last three parties you went to that you got drunk, I carried you home, and you told me something along the lines of ‘I’m desperately in love with you and can never tell you because I know you don’t feel the same way, so keep this secret for me and don’t break my heart,’ and then you wake up and don’t remember a thing. I figured the song was a part of it, but now I’m thinking Vernon played too much 2000s music tonight.” 

“There’s no such thing as too much 2000s throwback,” you say, indignant. 

“Very crafty way of avoiding my actual question,” Jun says. “But I’m holding you to it.” Because tonight, unlike those other nights, Jun has come to expect it. He’s waiting for it, though he can’t quite figure out why. He’s hoping when you confess (again), he’ll have a lightbulb moment that will give him a reason for the way his heart is pounding and why he can’t stop thinking about you. 

You hum against his shoulder, finally tapping him and saying, “Down please.” 

He obliges, crouching so that your feet touch the pavement and letting his arms go. He waits until you’re standing on your own before he straightens. You stumble a few steps before he catches you, linking your arms together so that you have something steady to hold on to. The orange streetlights make your eyes glow, and Jun is frozen for a moment staring at them, trying to think of a word to describe them. Ethereal doesn’t even come close. You don’t seem to notice, turning and walking down the street, pulling him along with you. 

“I do like you,” you finally say. “You are… a dream, to me.” Jun waits, watching the way you pout your lower lip just a tiny bit farther than your top lip as you think. “But I don’t want to like a dream. I want to like something real. I want to be with someone real. And I’m really not drunk enough for this conversation.” 

Jun doesn’t know why his heart sinks at the thought of you not liking him anymore. The first time you confessed he had been confused; you were an expert at hiding your feelings and he didn’t expect it at all until that night. Ever since then, he’s been hyper aware of you, trying to see if you treat him any differently than your shared friends, if you are looking at him when he isn’t watching, if what you said was real or just words spoken while drunk. You were so good at hiding it, he thought you might have been joking. Until the second confession. 

“It’s a secret, but I think I’m in love,” you said. He can still hear your whisper. 

By the third time, he knew it was coming. It didn’t scare him like the first two, and he even hugged you a little bit longer than usual when he dropped you off because he thought it might make you happy (and maybe because he wanted to imagine what it would be like if he wasn’t just a friend). 

Tonight he looks at you and he doesn’t want to imagine. He wants to see you smile and say that you are still in love. In love with him. But instead you say that you are tired of this unrequited love. 

He doesn’t say much else for the rest of the walk, wrestling with a traitorous heart that aches every time he looks at you. The walk seemed to sober you up as well; you’re able to find your key on your own for once. 

“Thank you for taking me home,” you say. “Again.” Maybe it’s his imagination, but your smile doesn’t seem to reach your eyes. 

“Always,” Jun says, and he means it. He waits until you wave from the window before he begins the lonely walk home. He barely notices the chill of the night air, so distracted by thoughts of you that he’s home before he realizes it. 

He’s alone, the rest of his roommates apparently crashing with Vernon. It gives him the privacy he needs to collapse onto bed and stare at the ceiling, the sleep that he suddenly desperately wants eluding him. 

He can’t stop thinking about your sad smile, how you said you wanted someone real. Is he not real? Why are you giving up on him so suddenly? 

Jun stares at the ceiling and can’t understand his own heart. What he wants more than anything is to see you smile, a real smile, like when he makes a joke and you’re the first to get it. 

That’s when he finally understands, and Jun realizes what an absolute idiot he is. He shoots up in bed, throwing his blankets off. He’s tempted to go to you now, heart so full of energy that he thinks it might burst if he doesn’t talk to you. But it’s so late the sun is about to come up, and while you weren’t as drunk as you have been, Jun would rather not tell you this while you’re hungover, so he forces himself to lay back in bed and wait, and somewhere along the way he drifts off into sleep. 

.

.

You walk slower than usual, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your shoulders. It’s the first truly warm day of spring, though the forecast had predicted there would be a chill this weekend. You’re glad for that, because the park isn’t nearly as crowded as it would have been. As it is, children and dogs are all over the place, and you’ve seen more than a few couples walking around, hand in hand and probably ridiculously in love. 

You push away the bitterness, trying to pretend like you are happy for them. You have to focus on the possibility of happiness instead of this ugly jealousy that has grown from your own unrequited love. It’s part of why you are finally giving up on it, what started as a silly crush turning into something you don’t recognize any more. 

Your head is still filled with what-ifs as you walk across the park, searching for the very person that has twisted your heart. Maybe it’s stupid of you to agree to a picnic with him, but you want to put this past you. The first step to that is letting go, and to do that, you have to tell him how you feel, for real. No more drunken confessions that you only half remember. 

He’s sitting near the path on a checkered blanket. He’s hardly the only one to have a picnic blanket spread out, but he’s still the only one you can see, your heart jumping at the sight of him. You wonder if you can train yourself out of it. 

He breaks out into a grin when he sees you, waving so aggressively that his whole body sways. You smile despite the swarm of angry butterflies in your stomach, walking a little bit faster to get to him quicker. 

“Hey, I’m glad you came,” he says, patting the space next to him. There’s no basket but you can see Tupperware containers stacked neatly in his bag. Jun had insisted that he bring all the food, telling you that “you just need to show up.” It was sort of strange, but you rarely truly understand Jun. It’s part of why you like him so much. 

“Well, you promise homemade food,” you say. “I’ve never had Jun-food, but Seungkwan promised me it was worth it. I think he was jealous he wasn’t invited.” You laugh, hoping your nerves don’t show. Truth be told, you weren’t sure why he invited you alone. Sure you were friends, but the only time you had ever been alone together was when he took you home while you were drunk (and one very awkward car ride when he brought you back from the beach trip because his cat was sick and you had an allergic reaction to the air freshener in the beach house and were covered in bright red hives). 

Jun has always been a friend of a friend that you fell in love with. Now you have to figure out how to drag yourself out of love, but Jun is making that impossible, just by existing. He seems more restless than usual, turning to pull the food out, then putting it back and turning back to face you as you cross your legs and sit next to him. 

“I have something to tell you,” he blurts out. He stares at his feet, the edge of the blanket, the dogs chasing each other, everything but you. 

“Yeah?” You ask when he doesn’t say anything else, eyes turning to his hands in his lap. 

“Okay, so, I’ve been thinking,” he says, looking up at the people spread across the open space. You can’t take your eyes off him, the way he seems to glow in the sunlight. “And I think I’m really dumb. It’s harsh, but it’s true, because I had these feelings and I didn’t like that you don’t like me anymore and I’m sorry that this is so late, and if you don’t feel the same way anymore, I don’t blame you, I mean, it took me too long to realize this and I’m terrible at saying stuff like this but you should know because it’s all that I think about and I just want you to know how I feel.” 

You frown, trying to understand. You think you know what he’s trying to say but you can’t let your heart go wild without hearing him say it for real. “What are you saying, Jun?” 

He blinks. “I like you.” 

You shake your head. “Don’t tease me.” 

“I wouldn’t,” he says, frowning. “Never. I’m so sorry that it took me so long to realize it, and I don’t want to hurt you anymore, so if you want, we can pretend like this never happened and I will shut up about this and nothing has to change.” 

Nothing has to change. You laugh, bitter at first, then devolving into uncontrollable giggles. 

“Are you okay?” Jun asks, worry seeping into his voice. “I didn’t mean to insult you, or— or—” 

“No, it’s not that,” you say, gasping for breath. “I— I just came here ready to finally tell you how I felt. Feel.” You take another deep breath, wiping a few tears from your eyes. “I was ready to give up loving you.” You sit up straight, meeting his gaze. “And then you say you like me.” 

“I do,” Jun says, the corners of his lips turning up into a hopeful smile. “A lot. I really like you.” And you think maybe you can believe him. He slides a little closer to you, though he stops before his leg presses against yours. He leans closer, and for a second you think he’s going to kiss you. 

“I made really good noodles,” he whispers. 

You laugh, pushing him gently away. He digs through his bag to pull out the dish. 

“Was this your back up plan?” You ask, accepting the chopsticks. “Seduce me with food?” 

He shrugs. “They’re really good.” 

More than anything you want to sit with Jun and eat his noodles, but you have to ask. “Jun?” 

He’s still digging through the food, pulling out fruits and side dishes. He stops when you rest your hand on his, turning to face you and tilting his head in question. 

“You said you like me.” He nods. “And I really like you.” 

“I hope so, or this is going to get really awkward.” 

You smile, but it fades quickly. “So where do we go from here?” 

“Like for dessert? Because I brought cake.” He isn’t even joking, pointing to an adorable little cake adorned with strawberries. 

“No,” you say. “I mean, me and you.” What are we? You can’t quite bring yourself to ask. 

“Oh, right,” he says, dropping his head. “I guess if you don’t want to date, that’s okay.” 

“What are you talking about?” You feel daring enough to catch his chin, lifting his head to look him in the eyes. “Jun, I’m trying to tell you that I want to date you.” 

“Oh.” He smiles. “Good. Me too.” 

Hearing the words out loud makes your head spin. You are about to let go of his chin but he leans closer, breath kissing your lips. 

“Is it noodle time?” You ask.

“Actually I’d like to try kissing you,” he says. You don’t trust yourself to answer so you nod. He lingers for a moment longer, flickering between your eyes and your lips before leaning closer, and you close your own eyes. He kisses you. 

And he is right: the noodles are really good. 

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[sssaythenamesvt]

All I Want

Main Masterlist | Vernon Masterlist

Paring: Vernon X Reader Warning: Break-up, cheating, negative thinking. Inspired by the song all I want by Olivia roderigo Genre: Angst, fluff (happy ending) Summary: "You still have me, I would still love you till the end of time."

All I want is love that lasts Is all I want too much to ask? Is it something wrong with me? All I want is a good guy Are my expectations far too high? Try my best but what can I say All I have is myself at the end of the day And all I want is for that to be okay

It was another heartbreak, another time to feel like I wasn’t enough. Why do I always date the wrong guy? Is it my fault? Am I that hard to love? Am I not enough? Why?

I opened my phone to see a lot of phone calls from him, the person who didn’t respect the basics of a relationship: loyalty. Gosh, why are the tears coming out? I’m supposed to be mad, I’m supposed to destroy all the things he gave me, but I’m crying.

I walked and walked; I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t care anymore. Being cheated on, friends leaving me except for one. Maybe I was never enough for anyone.

I walked into the dull hallways of my refuge, I locked the door, and let myself drown in my misery. Was this it? My life was a mess, and I didn’t want to show the last person who cares about me this side of my life. Though he has seen a lot of this side. He deserves a better best friend, a best friend who is much better. Vernon deserves a person who is not an emotional mess like me.

Ringgggg

Speaking of the devil, it was him, Vernon. I picked it up, cause I would have a higher chance of him barging in.

“Hey, Y/n! The new Mission Impossible movie is out. You wanna go? If your boyfriend already made date plans with you to watch it, I’ll go with Seungkwan or one of my hyungs.” Vernon rapidly said through the phone.

“Hey Vernie, I really want to go with you, but I’m a bit busy this month so I can’t really go at all with anyone.” I said, trying my best to hide my crying voice.

“Something’s wrong; you're using a different nickname. I’m coming over, you're in your apartment right?” This time his voice got slower and a bit lower.

“I’m fine and I’m not home, don’t worry.” I said and hung up.

I let the tears fall more. I just slip further into the mattress of my bed. I let the room collect my mess as everything was scattered. I didn’t care anymore; I emotionally don’t care about the world around me. That was until the bedroom door opened, and the hallway lights shined into the dark room.

It was Vernon; this time his frown got deeper as he saw my state.

“I thought I told you not to come.” I said looking away and burying my head back into the pillows.

“I would wait for you, but I saw your shoes at the front, so I checked.” he said as I heard him getting closer.

“What happened today? Tell me, please, or cry as much as you want. Don’t hold it in when I’m here.” He begged as he held my hand.

“He cheated on me and I-” I said as my emotions went high again, and his hands rubbed my back as my head was still on the pillows. I tried to calm down.

“Most of my friends don’t want to talk to me, and I don’t know why. This is the 3rd guy who cheated on me. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME-” By now Vernon was next to me as my face full of tears was on his neck as the river flowed to the top of his shirt.

His hands always calmed me down, and I continued to cry. I calmed down, and all he did was listen to me. He was always there for me.

“Vernon?” I asked as I looked up from his neck to face him.

“Hmm” He responded, looking into my eyes.

“Why do you think he did it? Did I do something wrong?” I asked as my eyes watered a bit.

“His cheating is not related to your mistakes; he cheated maybe cause he was always a cheater. It just shows he doesn’t respect you or your relationship. This does not mean you don’t deserve love and respect; you deserve it the most. He’s just a jerk.” He said, wiping my face.

“You still have me, I would still love you till the end of time.” He said.

It was not shocking; we’ve been friends for a long time to the point we say I love you’s often.

“It’s different, all we have is friendship and love. Why do I always date the wrong person? I also lost a lot of my friends; it feels like a lonely war.”

“You might feel lonely, but me too. It’s fine, let’s be lonely together.” He said as he acknowledged how I felt.

“Whatever you feel, you call me. I’ll be here, always. Ok?” He asked.

“Thank you, Vernon.” I smiled going back into a comfortable place to sleep.

The week passed on as Vernon kept me company along with some of his friends hanging out with us. It was nice, but it’s a bit hard whenever I go to campus to see the new couple.

It still hurts, but I kept a far enough distance. Until today.

“Look who it is, hey babe look it’s the girl you replaced.” My ex's sly comments hit me a bit painfully. I just stayed quiet as both of them giggled.

“Oh, I see you have a substitute, replacing a diamond for a piece of wood, I see.” Vernon said slinging his arm around me while smirking at my ex. I could see his new girl was interested in my good-looking best friend.

“I see you moved on too, you replaced me with a piece of coal.” my ex commented.

“At least coal can turn to a diamond, while wood can only burn to ashes. Let’s go, love. We might be late to class.” Vernon turned to me, and I nodded as he took my tote bag.

We walked and made a few turns where we reached the outdoor section of campus.

“You ok? Do you want me to drive you home? Or we could go somewhere?” he asked in a panic while holding my face.

“Nonie, I’m fine. I’ll just go home on my own.” I said walking away.

Vernon deserved a less pathetic best friend.

After that day, I stayed away from Vernon. Giving short text, as ignoring him would give him a good reason to directly come inside my apartment. I ran off to the library a lot during breaks and locked myself at home after classes were done.

Vernon tried to get to me, but so far failed, and I intend to keep it that way. I walked out of class last as today Vernon still had another 2-hour lecture after mine was dismissed, so I’m sure he won’t be here.

Boy, I was wrong, just like my ex incident. I was really bad at preventing people. I turned the opposite way when I saw Vernon on his phone in front of my class. I didn’t think he noticed until.

“Y/n wait up.” He ran and held my hand, stopping me.

“Let’s talk, we can do it at your place or a coffee shop or wherever you want. We need to talk.” He said.

“We can talk here, make it quick I need to do some assignments.” I said to him.

He looked more pissed by the second and held my arm, taking me to the wide outdoors part of campus and sitting

“Why are you ignoring me, Y/n? We barely texted this week, and whenever I wanted to talk to you on campus, you always disappear. I was only able to talk to you today since my lecture is canceled. So tell me, what did I do for you to do this to me?” He said, holding my hands, a habit to get me to talk.

“Vernon, can’t you just hang out with your other friends and stop pitying me? I know I’m pathetic, so you can just leave me, and I’ll be fine.” I said, ready to cry again.

“You think this was pity?” He asked as his eyes widened.

“I love you, I love you more than friends. I always did. All this wasn’t pity; it was me trying to help someone I love. It hurt when you dated someone; it hurt when you cried because of a breakup. For the longest time, I wanted to say I love you in a different way, but I was scared to lose you.” He chuckled, looking at me.

“If you don’t feel the same, it’s fine. I’ll do whatever you want. If you want to forget this and be friends, fine. You want to think and let me court you, fine. But please never ask me to leave you, please.” He begged me.

“I think I’ll need time, but I do love you too.” I said, smiling.

“Then courting it is, shall we go on our first date today or tomorrow?” He asked, smiling ear to ear.

“How about an adventure today?” I asked.

“That’s all I want to do today, anyways.” He smiled, holding my hand.

#seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #svt fluff #svt angst #svt #seventeen fanfic #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #svt vernon #svt hansol #seventeen vernon #seventeen hansol #seventeen #Youtube

[sluttywonwoo]

Seventten when u keep sucking after they cum?

seungcheol: gets all whiny and pushes your head off of him with, “ah fu-fuck ‘m too sensitive, baby. give me a second. need a break.”

jeonghan: his whole body tenses up as he fights the feeling of overstimulation, but he doesn’t pull away. “you just can’t get enough of my cock, huh?”

joshua: he’s feeling all kinds of overwhelmed and he’s honestly torn between pushing your head off or down further. “hold on, babe— shit! oh fuck, don’t stop…”

jun: he loves the feeling of overstimulation tbh and he loves how much you love to have your mouth on him. “fuck, are you trying to get me hard again? already?”

soonyoung: he might be able to stay hard after cumming the first time. seeing you swallow for him and then go back for more would have him on the edge again in no time. “you want more of my cum in that pretty little mouth of yours? fine, take it. take it all.”

wonwoo: he’d hiss through his teeth and yank you off of his lap by the hair, muttering, “you’re such a fucking brat. trying to overstimulate me when that’s my job… yeah, we’ll see how funny you think it is when it’s you in a couple of minutes, angel.”

jihoon: he’d try to endure it but it’d get to be too much for him. “w-wait sorry… i don’t want to stop but my dick feels like it’s going to fall off. i need like a gatorade or something with electrolytes before we go again.”

seokmin: whines and whines and whines but doesn’t safeword and ultimately ends up cumming down your throat again. “god, baby… fuck! fuuuck i can’t- i can’t, i’m gonna cum again…”

mingyu: he’d be sooo sensitive and wouldn’t be able to stop writhing underneath your touch, moaning nonsense the whole time. “your mouth is so good… almost as good as your pussy. never wanna leave it. fuck! feels p-perfect!”

minghao: he’d flip it around on you instead. “hey, it’s my turn to make you feel good. lay down on the bed for me, legs spread. god, you’re soaked, baby. is all this just from sucking me off?”

seungkwan: he’d want to let you have your fun, but ultimately feel too sensitive and have to tap out. “i can’t! i can’t! i’m sorry but it’s too much. let me… make it up to you though?”

vernon: he begs. he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for it’s just a mantra of “please please please please” and his hips bucking up into your mouth

chan: you’d be able to get another orgasm out of him, but he’d be gripping you for dear life, groaning about how “you’re a fucking succubus for christ’s sake! t-trying to make me cum again so soon? what’s gotten into you?”

#answered #anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen reaction #seventeen reactions #svt reactions

[hansolmates]

test drive | 01

summary; hansol vernon chwe is crying at his doorstep like a taylor swift music video, and you’re for some reason there to help  pairing; hvc / reader (f) genre/warnings; neighbors to friends, friends to lovers!au, slice of life, fluff, angst, tw—cheating, mentions of pregnancy related to cheating, profanity w/c; 1k a/n; im still so oh so very sad over be the sun tour ending. i had such a great time and i miss vern so much, so i decided to write some sad!vern. would love to thank @theluttleprince​ for making this gorgeous banner with these scans. *this will be a very noncommittal drabble series, i know this isn’t the return many were expecting but pls be gentle with me—unedited unplanned and all around chaotic impulses, you know the drill! take care drink water and have a wonderful week!  [masterpost]

Vernon was (and is) always touted as a good guy. Way out of your league, if you remember college correctly. (To your chagrin, you were sober through most of it.) He was a talented producer in the music program, part of a drama-free fraternity that raised money as fast as they donated, and all-around Good Guy with professors and students alike. 

So when you see him sobbing like he’s the peak of Niagara Falls at the front of his apartment five years later, you can’t imagine what Good Guy Vernon could be going through to feel this way. 

It just so happened that the elevator is under repair tonight, otherwise you would’ve missed him and been in bed with your bowl of black bean noodles. 

The stairs are echoing on his floor, the telltale cries almost making you drop your take-out. You peek out the stairwell and Vernon’s forehead is pressed against the front door, unwilling to move his hand which clutched his keys. Poor guy, he couldn’t make it inside before he could cry in peace. 

He still is way out of your league, and therefore you really don’t feel like you’re equipped enough to approach him. The only reason that you’re living in the same complex is that he posted in your university Facebook group about a great apartment in a quiet part of the city. You never replied to the post, however you probably should’ve thanked him at least. This place was absolutely perfect, both within your budget and a short commute to your job. 

You wave hello to each other on occasion, very slight occasion. Without speaking. 

Palms sweaty, you decide to walk up to him. You really can’t leave him like this, not when he sounds so sad. 

“Vernon,” you say softly. No response. He’s shaking. “Vern,” you’re finally an arm’s length away from him when you say his name one more time. “Hansol Vernon Chwe!” 

You don't mean to exclaim, but you regret it as soon as he flinches. Your heart aches for him, you can see his face is patchy and while his eyes are still brown and beautiful, they're glassy with a never-ending stream of tears. 

He rubs his eyes with his oversized arm sleeve, "Shit, m'sorry. Do we know each other?" 

That question didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. "We went to college together. I attended a few of your mixes, which were always great.” And under your breath you mutter, “I may or may not have pushed Soonyoung in the gym pool sophomore year." 

A mixture of a huff and chuckle escape his lips, "I remember now. His phone was in his pocket." 

You smile. Even if you never did have a conversation in university, it feels good to have left a memory, however minute, in his student career. “So, do you wanna tell me what happened?” 

He sighs, “It’s Yoojung.” 

You blink back, tilting your head. Yoojung was the cute freshman that plopped on the scene the first week of September. It was no surprise that Vernon would be into her all those years ago. She was sassy, sexy, and packed a powerful personality in that petite body. In fact, you couldn’t imagine what could’ve been wrong, because last time you checked social media, they were doing peachy. 

But obviously there is something wrong. With two fingers, you tug apprehensively at his sleeve. It’s the one holding his house keys. “Do you wanna go inside?” 

“Eventually.” 

With a frown, you stare at the seemingly harmless off-white door. If it is girl trouble, you’d imagine that Vernon would be coming home to a lot of painful memories if that were the case. Maybe Yoojung left her clothes or something and he’d start wailing again. 

“How about you come chill in my apartment?” you blurt out, holding out your bag of take-out in hopes he’d be enticed by food. “I have jajangmyeon. We can share.” At the mention of food, his stomach growls in reply. A resounding yes. You bite your lip in an attempt to hide your smile, but it was no use. With a jerk of your head and a light pat on his shoulder, you lead him two more floors up to your room. 

You grimace at how evident it is that your apartment is not ready for guests. The door is only open two centimeters in and you can see your nude bra (not even the sexy kind) hanging from your ironing board. 

Vernon trails behind you, shutting the door. 

“God, what a bad first impression huh?” you chime, stalking up to snatch your bra and throw it in the laundry basket. “Sorry about that, do you want something to drink—”

“Yoojung might be pregnant.” 

You drop your take out, plastic clanging on your coffee table. Vernon is unmoving, shoes on. You take a tentative step towards him, offering him another unseen smile. “Oh? Well, did you guys get tested—”

“I wouldn’t be the father.” Vernon mutters bitterly, bangs falling on his eyes. “We’ve never had sex.” 

Oh. You’re quiet as Vernon finally shucks off his shoes, taking the time to push them neatly against the steps. He even hangs his denim jacket up, along with his bag. If he notices you staring at him, he ignores it. Breaking out of your reverie, you force yourself into your tiny kitchen, making as much noise as possible when taking out the kitchenware. 

“Do you want wine or tea?” you ask. 

“Tea, please. Do you have honey and milk?” 

You smile, picking out a Winnie the Pooh mug from your display case. “You got it.” 

With your water heater on, you busy yourself up. You notice for such a lanky guy, it’s easy for Vernon to appear so small. He’s curled up on your couch, poking at one of your stuffed animals as he settles for turning on your TV. The soft fluffy blanket matches his oversized sweatsuit, one big gray blob stretching over your couch.

Grabbing the bear-shaped honey bottle, you squeeze as much of the syrupy confection as you can into his mug. It looks like he needs it. 

#svt fic #vernon fanfic #vernon x reader #svt x reader #svt fanfic #vernon fic #hansol vernon chwe #vernon angst #vernon fluff #vernon scenario #vernon scenarios #kpop imagine #kpop fic #kpop fanfic #seventeen fic

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Way I Loved You [Part Three]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Movie, Elvis

Pairing:  Elvis Presley x Reader, Austin Butler x Reader

Characters:  Elvis Presley, Austin Butler, Reader, You, Sam Phillips, Marian Keisker, Red West, Vernon Presley, Colonel Tom Parker, Original Characters, Billy Smith, Gene Smith, Judy Spreckles

Word Count: 3563 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary:  'Cause I'm not ready, To find out you know how to forget me

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Past Relationships, Established Relationships, Songfic, Taylor Swift Song, The Way I Loved You, Set in Memphis, Gigs, Set in the 50s, Mixed Timeline, Austin goes back in time, Romance, Arguing, Angst, Fluff, Moping, Heartache, Trigger Warning the Colonel’s in this, Hints at Gladys’ Illness, Graceland, Touring, Concerts, Movie Star Elvis, Song Fic

Part One // The Way I Loved You // Taylor Swift

Part Two // 7 Summers // Morgan Wallen

Part Three // Forget Me // Lewis Capaldi 

Notes:  This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x  

I didn’t think that there would be a part three to this fic but writing this for Forget Me made me think so so much of it and who doesn’t want a Elvis & Austin fighting over them

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

Elvis groaned as he was awoken by the bright light now streaming through the window as the Colonel pushed the curtains open. The older plump man was standing by the window, a cigar hanging out of his mouth as he placed his hands on his hips watching the young boy wince and throw his head underneath a pillow.

‘Now come on my boy,’ the Colonel said, ‘we’ve got places to be.’ ‘Don’t wanna,’ he grumbled into the pillow. He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to do much of anything. He’d been home from touring for the past week. And for that week he’d spent most of it confined to his room, moping. ‘Well we have a contract to fulfil and you’re back on stage tonight,’ the Colonel said grabbing the pillow off of Elvis’ head and launching it to where his feet were at the end of it, under the blanket. ‘Tell 'em I’m sick,’ he said as he pushed himself up so he was sitting up against the headboard, his arms now folded across his chest. The Colonel sighed and placed a hand on the boy's bare shoulder. ‘My boy, heartache can be the most incapacitating illness of all but it, unfortunately, doesn't qualify you to get out of a pre-existing arrangement. Now, I want you washed, dressed and downstairs in ten minutes,’ he offered Elvis a sympathetic smile and then walked out of the room leaving him watching the space where he went, a scowl on his face.

He sat there pouting for a moment before he decided there wasn’t much point in it and made his way to get showered. He turned on the shower and disrobed out of the pyjama pants and boxers he was wearing so he could step under the powerful stream of water. He shivered a little as it hit his skin, a little colder than he anticipated but enough to wake him up.

As he let the warming water fall down his body he let his mind wander. This first week had been his first full week back home in months. He’d been busy touring and out in Hollywood shooting a film. But now back in the confines of Graceland and without the constant distractions celebrity brought with it he found he was missing Y/N more than he had realised. He hadn’t wanted to break up with her. He probably wouldn’t have if the Colonel hadn’t insisted that this was the right move for his career. He needed to promote himself. He needed to appear open to all. The press liked to link him to his co-stars or to other celebrities. The hype that those news stories brought with them was not to be sniffed at but it lost all traction once people knew that it was all false. But that didn’t mean he didn’t love her. It didn’t mean that as he showered he wasn’t wondering where she was or what she was doing.

He supposed he could go and find out for himself. Her parent's house was mere miles away and he could be there in ten minutes. He could call her right now. But he couldn't. They couldn’t be together right now, he knew that. Maybe someday but not today.

After cleaning himself and running the water through his hair a couple of times he climbed out and wrapped himself in a towel. He shaved, brushed his teeth and then dressed so he could head downstairs and meet the Colonel. He was hanging around by the living room where his Mama, Daddy, and Dodger were sitting around.

‘Ah my boy,’ the Colonel said clapping Elvis on the shoulder, ‘are you ready for the off?’ ‘Yeah,’ Elvis said looking at his family. He could hear the boys in the front yard already waiting for him and his Daddy stood up as he came in. His Mama stayed put. ‘Aren’t you coming Satnin?’ he asked walking into the room and perching on the arm of the chair she was sitting in. He placed his arm around her and she leaned into him. ‘No Booby,’ she said looking up at him, ‘I’m not feeling too well tonight.’ ‘What’s the matter?’ he asked with worry, ‘need us to call a doctor?’ ‘No, no,’ Gladys said. ‘If you need me to stay I will,’ he said. His concern for his mother was real but the hope of getting out of performing tonight was also a key factor. He didn’t feel like doing much of anything. ‘Don’t be silly,’ Vernon said, ‘she’s fine right doll?’ ‘Yeah,’ Gladys said with a tired smile, ‘just all the excitement of having you home this week I think.’ ‘Well I’ll be back as soon as this things over,’ he said. ‘Not a moment too soon,’ she said. Elvis nodded and leaned down placing a kiss on her temple. Then with a sigh, he climbed up off of the chair and headed to the doorway.

‘Let’s get this show on the road then,’ he said heading outside his Daddy and the Colonel close behind him. Though he owned many cars there were only a couple waiting in his driveway and various men loitering by them. Scotty and Bill were by a big van where their instruments were stored whilst Billy, Red, Gene and his girlfriend, Judy, were waiting by his Eldorado.

‘Hey EP,’ Billy said, ‘we didn’t know which car you’d wanna take but I guessed the dorado.’ ‘Any’s fine,’ Elvis said moving around to climb in the passenger side. There was a glance shared between the boys and Vernon. Elvis liked to drive himself whoever else got a seat inside he didn’t care much about. He seemed to pick up on their hesitation and looked around to find everyone hovering. ‘Are y’all gonna git inside or am I going alone?’ Elvis asked his brows raised. ‘Of course ol’ boy,’ the Colonel said as he headed to the van. Vernon smiled at his son and followed the bigger gentlemen so they could sit in the back bench. Scotty and Bill climbed up front. ‘You want me to drive man?’ Red said. Elvis waved his hand in a sort of 'whatever' gesture and turned to look out over the fields of Graceland. Red grabbed the keys out of Billy’s hand and slid in beside his friend starting up the engine as Billy, Gene and Judy slid into the back seat.

Once everyone was inside Red set off down the drive with the van close behind. The screaming and excitement grew by the gate as it opened slowly. Elvis waved and smiled as banners, smiles and arms were thrown out at him. He shook a couple of hands, listening to the babble of teenage girls as it echoed around them. Then it broke away. Red had navigated his way safely and slowly through the mob until they were on the road headed to their gig. The car was quiet. Red had put the radio on but the DJ was the only one speaking for the first ten minutes of the journey.

They could have spoken. They had stuff they needed to run through about tonight’s show. But something was off with Elvis. And they were sure it was girl related. Elvis and his long-term beau had split for months now and until now he had seemed okay. Then he had come back home and he’d gone into one of his moods. One that seemed to be lasting into his performance tonight. It wasn’t a big thing. A little benefit gig with him and a couple of other artists, a favour to Sam Phillips. But it still deserved his attention. The people of Memphis weren’t going to take too kindly to being given a lacklustre performance, not when he’d been out there giving it his all in Hollywood.

‘So,’ Billy said after a beat, ‘have you and the boys figured out what you’re gonna do tonight?’ ‘Go out there, sing a couple of songs, what else is there to it,’ Elvis said sarcastically. ‘I was just wondering,’ Billy mumbled shrinking back into his seat. The conversation picked up a bit from there but Elvis didn’t participate much. He was too heartbroken. He missed her. How many times had they driven to shows around Memphis, hell, Tennessee? Laughin' and joking with the guys. Her quelling his pre-show jitters. Her falling asleep on him on the way back or the two of them taking the car home alone. Parking up somewhere secluded and hosting a little show of their own. Everything was hitting him that bit harder this week. It was the first of everything back home without her.

Elvis tried to tune them out. They had started talking about something or nothing, none of it really interested him until he heard Judy say something that caught his attention.

‘That’s what Darla said but Y/N said there wasn’t a chance-’ ‘You’ve seen her?’ Elvis said swivelling around. She looked at him wide-eyed and then at her boyfriend Gene whose expression matched hers. ‘W-w-what?’ Gene stammered. ‘Yes,’ Judy said overriding her boyfriend’s nervousness, ‘we went to Chrissy’s baby shower.’ ‘How was she?’ Elvis asked, hope in his voice. ‘Good,’ Judy said. ‘Oh,’ Elvis said his face falling into a frown. ‘I mean she seemed good,’ Judy said, ‘but I think it was just a front you know for Chrissy…’ ‘Yeah,’ Gene said, ‘can’t ruin someone else’s party.’ ‘You think?’ Elvis said looking at Judy with sad eyes. ‘I’ve not seen her much but Darla said she’s been pretty miserable…always moping about. Ducked out on a couple of parties which really stuck in Darla’s craw and,’ Judy said with a laugh though she stopped as her words must have come together in her head. ‘And?’ Elvis said. He needed to know whatever it was. Good or bad. ‘And apparently, this is all from Peg so god knows if it’s true but she was at the church bakesale and apparently threw the radio across the room when your song came on.' ‘Honey Peg talks a crock of shit,’ Gene said earning a glare from his friend. ‘I thought so too but Rhonda said the same thing. Well apparently it was more of a crying and running out situation but who knows? Apparently, her mom just carried on like nothing was wrong.’

Elvis nodded taking in all the information his friends had relayed to him. There seemed to be a little more discussion about the quality of Peg and her testimony before it devolved into church-based gossip and then into local news. But Elvis wasn’t paying any attention to that.

She was doing about as well as he was. She was miserable. And if she wasn’t miserable she hated him. Though it made him sad to think of the way they used to be Elvis smiled a little. At least if she was flying into rages or bursting into tears she was still thinking of him. Maybe there was still a chance.

They arrived at the venue in enough time for him and the boys to go over a few numbers. As they prepped themselves on stage he waited nervously in the wings trying to quell the nerves he was feeling. He could hear the compere riffing with the crowd trying to lift the lull of setting up for the next act. As he cursed the nervousness he always felt pre-show he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to find Sam Phillips smiling at him with his right-hand woman, Marian, next to him.

‘Hey Elvis,’ Sam said embracing the young man. ‘Heya Sam,’ Elvis said, ‘shouldn’t y’all be sat down? ‘Oh, we were. Just wanted to see you. Nervous?’ ‘A little,’ Elvis shrugged. ‘Oh well you’ll be fine,’ Marian said dusting a spec of dust off of his shirt as she looked up at him adoringly, ‘you always are.’ ‘Sure are,’ Sam said, ‘thanks for being part of this by the way. I know you’re a big name now but it really means a lot.’ ‘It’s no big deal,’ Elvis said a little bashful. ‘We mean it. With all the attention you got us we’ve managed to sign some pretty good new talent,’ Sam said earning himself a dig in the ribs from Marian. ‘Now’s not the time to talk shop,’ Marian said rolling her eyes, ‘but we’re thankful regardless.' ‘You guys are like family,’ Elvis said, ‘I’d do anything for you you know that.’ ‘Speaking of,’ Marian said, ‘your mama not here tonight? I don’t think I saw her in the crowd.’ ‘Not feeling too well,’ Elvis said. ‘Well I hope she’s better soon,’ Marian said with a kind smile. ‘Y/N not feeling too well either? Shame for both of them to miss a night like this,’ Sam said. Elvis’ smile disappeared at the same time Marian elbowed Sam again. ‘Ow,’ Sam grumbled, ‘I was just asking-’ ‘We broke up,’ Elvis said trying to ignore the lump in his throat as he did. ‘I did say but you know what he’s like he never listens to me,’ Marian said rubbing her hand on Elvis’ bicep. ‘Oh yeah,’ Sam said, ‘she’s getting married right? Shame. The pair of you were well suited.’

Before he could reply he was being introduced and the two of them were shooing him onto the stage unknowing they had just dropped a bombshell on him. He stumbled onto the stage and plastered a smile on his face. It was time to get on with the show.

It had passed in a blur. He’d been his upbeat usual self. The crowd had lapped it up. His voice was good, his dancing electric but to those who knew him, it was evident his heart wasn’t in it. As soon as he was off stage he was telling the boys to take the others home in the van and taking the keys out of Red’s hands. That was how he had ended up here. Outside Y/N’s parent's house sitting in his car.

He didn’t know what he wanted or what he expected. Did he think that when he pulled up she’d be sitting on her front porch thinking about him? That she’d rush into his arms and they’d be back together again? He knew he was probably being foolish. Selfish even. After all, he’d been the one to end things what right did he have to come back into her life all these months later just to see if she was still heartbroken? And if she was doing okay? If she had moved on or even thought about getting married so what? What control did he have over that?

If he was being honest to himself though. He didn’t know what he wanted more. At least if she was angry and heartbroken she was still his. There would still be a chance. But if she had moved on he couldn’t blame her. It had been a situation of his own making. But that second option was worse. He’d rather all the vitriol and hate than her not knowing he existed.

He was sitting in his car, his eye trained on the house. He could’ve gone up and knocked but given the earful her dad had given him when he rang Graceland the day after they’d split he figured it was probably better to loiter and see if she was home first. That and her bedroom light was out which meant she was probably out. He wondered where. With friends? With family? With him?

Eventually, Elvis was pulled out of his thoughts as the front door opened. As he looked up Y/N stepped out onto the front porch. She was lit only by the porchlight but Elvis could see she still looked radiant. Then as she moved out of the way someone else stepped through the door. A guy. She was laughing at something he had said and he was watching her with a smile. As the door closed behind them he pulled her into him, his hand moving a strand of hair out of her face. Elvis’ heart sank.

She looked up at this man adoringly the way she had used to look at him. Elvis watched as the man leant down and captured her lips with his. He watched them, unable to tear his gaze away until finally, they broke apart. They exchanged some pleasantries and then he was walking off the porch and down the drive, though their hands lingered touching for a moment before he went. He looked back a couple of times as he headed to his car and Y/N watched him go until finally, she slipped back inside, not knowing their goodbye had just been watched.

She hadn’t even been inside a minute before Elvis was grabbing his keys and climbing out of his car. He had parked across the street but he was across the road in no time walking down the sidewalk until he was on her drive heading up it quickly. As his foot hit the first step of the porch he heard a noise behind him and looked to find the man standing at the end of her drive.

‘I wouldn’t do that you know,’ he said. He was leaning against a fence post watching Elvis. ‘Oh yeah?’ Elvis said scrutinising the guy. He was as tall as Elvis, maybe an inch shorter at most, and they were built the same though Elvis was a tiny bit more filled out. He was tanned and he had blonde hair that Elvis doubted would be any different to his if he hadn’t started dying it. ‘She’s not in the mood to talk to you,’ he said simply walking away. Elvis looked between the house and the guy and then with a cuss word under his breath he followed him. The man was perching on the hood of his car now. It was a black Buick, nothing too showy but nevertheless a nice car.

‘How do you know what she is and isn’t? What are you her keeper?’ ‘Fiance,’ he corrected. Ice formed in Elvis’ stomach. It was true. The man continued, ‘I mean that’s why you’re here right?’ ‘How did you even know I was here?’ Elvis said. ‘Well, I figured it could just be a coincidence a car like the one my girl's ex drives was sitting on her street,’ he shrugged, ‘but then again I figure there aren’t too many custom-coloured Eldorados out there.’ ‘Look-’ Elvis said suddenly realising he didn’t know the man’s name. ‘Austin,’ he said gesturing for him to continue. ‘Look Austin,’ he said in a faux sweet tone, ‘I get you wanna warn me off your girl or whatever but I came to speak with her. And if I know her I’d bet she’d want to speak to me herself rather than her guard dog so…’

Elvis started to turn to walk towards the house but Austin spoke capturing his attention as he said, ‘I ain’t gonna stop you but I am gonna ask that you don’t speak to her.’ ‘And why shouldn't I?’ Elvis said. ‘Because she’s happy,’ Austin said simply, ‘or at least she’s seeing she can be. You broke her heart. When I met her she was a wreck. A wreck that was pretending she was okay. And now she’s not. She’s moved on and if you go in there and tell her whatever you’re going to it’ll only mess with her head.’ ‘But maybe I was wrong,’ Elvis said a twinge of sadness flooding him as he listened to the man's words. ‘Maybe,’ Austin said, ‘but maybe you did the right thing.’ ‘What by letting her meet you you mean?’ Elvis said with a scoff. ‘Yeah,’ Austin said, ‘because I never in a million years thought I’d land a girl as sweet, funny and beautiful as her. I mean I know I’m not the most handsome or the richest guy but she loves me. And I love her more than anything. And I plan on spending every single day of my life proving to her just how much I do love her. Just because you were too blind to see what you had doesn’t mean that she deserves to have her heart messed with.’

Elvis thought he’d had the wind knocked out of him. Austin was watching him with pleading eyes. Elvis glanced between him and the house. He could go up there now. Knock on the door and tell her how much he loves her. Hope that she’d pick him. But did he want that? Or did he just want her back because he was upset she’d managed to get over him?

‘I’m not gonna stop you,’ Austin said, ‘just think about it.’

And with that, he turned and got into his car and pulled away leaving Elvis standing on the sidewalk watching as his car disappeared down the end of the street. With one last look at the house, he sighed. And then he headed back to his car and climbed inside. As he looked at the house again he could see her through her bedroom window. She was in pyjamas now, backlit by the low lamplight, and stunningly beautiful. She was just getting ready for bed unknowing that she was being watched.

She seemed okay. Happy. Isn’t that what he wanted?

Elvis sighed. Maybe he liked it better when he thought she was miserable.

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[fvdani]

Strange Trials, Lord Huron

Heyyy! So, I wanna start this little blog thing where I can talk more about music recommendations because somehow playlists seem not enough, and I love talking about albums and music in depth because, even though I did study music, I do love talking about it and spreading my knowledge. And I thought, what a better way to kick this off than with my favorite album? So, today I will talk about Strange Trials by Lord Huron.

American indie rock band, Lord Huron, formed in 2010 in Los Angeles California, consisting of Mark Barry, Miguel Briseño, Tom Renaud and Ben Schneider, have been pretty consistent regardin album aesthetics. “Formation” and “Lonesome Dreams” their first EP and album, respectively, intruduce you to magic worlds full of folk, love (and all its perks), and poetry. I can almost see how they have their little own world and I really think it is full of magic. Giving it just one listen may be enough, but I promise, you will want to hear more.

“Strange Trials” arrived in 2015. Being their second studio album, Lord Huron had it almost pretty figured out when it came to story-telling, and most of it, thanks so frontman and lyricsist Ben Schneider. You may have heard of it by its most famous song, The Night we Met, in Netflix series 13 Reasons Why, but I think its one of those albums you have to listen from start to end to get the full story.

Althought this is one of those lore-cmplicated bands and albums, and there a lot of holes in the story, just a quick Google search will let you know how much around this album there is. I also think its beautiful that there’s a lot open to interpretation here.

A couple of music videos where released, which, of course, follow the story in order. Through the music videos and story-spinning lyrics, Schneider introduces personas like Frankie Lou, Buck Vernon, and Lily, the object of Buck’s affection who we meet in “Fool for Love,” the first single off Strange Trails.

The album starts off with Love Like Ghosts, a tune that, later on, you’ll realize is the main chord progression for most of the songs, especially with Meet Me In The Woods and The Night We Met. In Love Like Ghosts we get an introduction to almost the whole story of the album, some of the characters, and some pretty iconic lyrics; “Yes I know that love is like ghosts, a few have seen it but everybody talks…”, “Spirits follow everywhere I go, they sing all day and they haunt me in the night.” Yes, you guessed it, its a love story.

We continue to follow the story with throughout the entire album. A story about a man who falls in love so desperetly and everything he does do accomplish his desire, with amazing point of views like Danielle, in Frozen Pines, one of my personal favorites, or The Phantom Riders, with songs like “The World Ender”, “Hurricane”, and “Until the Night Turns”, to mention some.

If you’d like to read a more in-depth lore explanation, there’s a really good Reddit post by MountainGhostsInTrees that I will link down below for thoose of you who’d like to keep reading about this, because as much as I can write, I don’t feel like I could ever do it the right justice.

I will tell you tho, you can listen to this album an infinite amount of times and you’ll never get enough. So I hope you like it as much as I do.

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[wongyuuu]

seventeen as songs from eternal sunshine (ag)

a/n: like usual, i'll be giving songs and lyrics to each of the members, as well as small plots based on those lyrics. i don't plan to write all of these, but they are still my ideas (as basic as some of them might be). so if you are interested in writing one of them, you can message me about it. if you want to read one of them you can send in as ask or dm and i'll add it to my writing list

• Seungcheol ➝ true story But I'll play whatever part you need me to And I'll be good in it, too ↳ seungcheol was willing to do anything for you, even if it meant destroying himself

• Jeonghan ➝ saturn returns Aha, it's time for you to get real about life and sort out who you really are  ↳ Jeonghan always thought that life would be easier if he just stayed as he was, unmoving. Turns out that there was more to life than just that

• Joshua ➝ we can’t be friends We can't be friends But I'd like to just pretend ↳ you and joshua always traveled through the same friend groups but you were never really close to one another, mostly because you might have carried a crush on him for years. but when joshua suddenly decides that he wants to be friends, you don’t have it in you to say no

• Jun ➝ end of the world Wonder if he’s thinkin’ ‘bout it too and smiling Wonder if he knows that that’s been what's inspirin’ me Wonder if he’s judging me like I am right now ↳ after a first date that went beyond expectations, you couldn't help but wonder if jun too felt those same butterflies when he thought about you

• Soonyoung ➝ eternal sunshine I found a good boy and he’s on my side You’re just my eternal sunshine, sunshine ↳ even after months after your break up, after you met someone new, you can’t help but think back to your relationship with soonyoung, and how you're sure you’ll never truly be able to move on from him, after all he was still your eternal sunshine

• Wonwoo ➝ i wish i hated you our shadow dance in a parallel plane Just two different endings ↳ looking from the outside, you and wonwoo are the same, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. in fact, you couldn't be further away from each other

• Jihoon ➝ Don’t Wanna Break Up Again This situationship has to end But I just can't refuse I don't wanna break up again  ↳ you know you have to get away from jihoon, but whenever he calls you’re ready to run toward him, even if it means breaking your own heart in the process

• Mingyu ➝ bye Didn't think you'd lose me Now it's just too late to choose me ↳ you’re tired of always being the second choice for Mingyu, maybe it’s time for you to become your first option 

• Seokmin ➝ supernatural This love's possessin' me, but I don't mind at all It's taking over me, don't wanna fight the fall ↳ you knew that you were falling way too deep for seokmin, but there was no way you’d ever try to catch yourself before you hit the ground

• Vernon ➝ yes, and? Now, I’m so done with caring What you think, no, I won't hide Underneath your projections Or change my most authentic life ↳ throughout all of his life, vernon heard about how uncommon and weird his interests were, so in order to fit in more easily, he did his best to hide the odd away, but he was done doing that, especially when all it did was keep you away from him. 

• Seungkwan ➝ ordinary things It’s funny, but it's true There's never going to be an ordinary thing As long as I'm with you ↳ life with Seungkwan was always extraordinary, he made sure of that

• Chan ➝ the boy is mine Promise you I'm not usually Like this, shit, it's like news to me, to me But I can't ignore my heart, boy ↳ you had always been chill and your relationship with had never been labeled, so at times it was hard to pinpoint where you stood, but one day, at a particular party, when a particular girl showed up, you couldn't help but be jealous

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Year in review

Thanks for tagging meeeeee @theoceanismyinkwell @thiamsxbitch @ksbbb

post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular)

Broken Parts - literally have been working on this since the beginning of 2022 (🫠hdjdjdjf don’t have much to show for it but still). It’s my baby bc it’s my first big au fic like ever and it’s a rollercoaster for me bc I still don’t know the entire plot 😂. But I love it bc I like my writing in this and worldbuilding is so fuvking fun.

All Wrapped Up In One- this is here bc it’s pure fluff and it was probably my most popular commented fic ever. I was really happy people felt warm and safe reading it bc it felt like that writing it. It made me wanna write more soft stuff like this.

How Beautiful it is to be Loved - when I get fixated on a couple in a show it’s hard to write ab anything else, so I was really excited when I wrote this because I felt like I was able to do some Justice for other characters in the series as well.

My Heart Hasn’t Felt Like Mine in a Long Time but the Closest it’s felt is in Your Hands- I love writing kid Theo and hfjfjfjf I still like reading this fic and I was pretty proud when I posted it bc my writing was starting to look like stuff I liked to read. Also this is my first part of my chimera pack series and I’m happy how it started. Also writing Theo kinda really helped me fall back in love with writing again.

Theo Concept art for ‘The Ring’- I love this bc it looks like what my physical art looks like and idk it gave me such euphoria to see that.

(Honorable mention)

List your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year.

1. As the bell tolls-i can’t say too much without giving it away but it’s ab church grims and groundskeepers. Yes it’s Thiam

2. Vernon Boyd fic when he was younger-I want to explore kinda what he went through before we see him on the show bc it’s fucking heartbreaking how little we knew ab him

3. Character exploration of the chimera pack-I already have Corey and Theos posted(they’re actually in my fave fics). Tracy’s is called ‘How to spit out a false ego” (explores her relationship with her anxiety, Theo, and the Kanima) and Josh’s is tentatively labeled “just to get high”

4. I know the first ch is out for these so I’m counting them as one but (short title) of my beautiful li and the ring I’m excited to work on more

Share your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing (or art) over the past year.

1. I CAN DRAW TORSOS I CAN DRAW TORSOS😭😭😭

2. I’ve started spending more time on my art=me liking the finished product more

3. Not doing art in one sitting and splitting it up so I can look at each part with fresh eyes

(For writing I could not tell you how I improved 😂)

Describe your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/art) for the new year.

1. Practice sketching more. I’m gonna see if I can do it daily and post it here no matter how bad it looks

2. Set aside time to write daily

Lastly, tell us your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year! 

Tiny hands pressed against slowly fading raised cuts, fingers attempting to slot themselves in the creases.

^literally the reason one of my longer wips started bc I wanted to post this passage but had nowhere to put it

Tagging @veetlegeuse @s-s-southsideserpentine @humangrumpycat @bisexualterror @carmens-garden @metagalacticx @pottersfieldcustodian and anyone else who wants to participate!

#thiam fic rec #Corey fic rec #thanks for tagging me!!!!

[bisexual-horror-fan]

howdy!! :> i was wondering if maybe you could just do something soft for Leslie Vernon x trans masc reader? you could add smut if you want to but im not very picky :> i love your work so i bet whatever it becomes will be great! have a good day/night -jasper :))

Well of course I can do this! It’s been so smut heavy lately, I thought some softness and fluff to break it up would be nice! Hope you enjoy it!

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Rating. SFW. Length. 1K. Leslie Vernon X Trans Masc! Reader. He/Him Pronouns. Warnings: None. Cuteness. Praise. Softness. Mentions Of Stalking. Some Light Affection.

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Books Of Memories.

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It was a brisk out and well and truly into fall, the afternoon sun helping the chill from biting through your mittens, you were coming back inside, basket full of apples in your hands. You had the day totally open and wanted to bake a pie, were going to turn on some music and set to making one from scratch, pastry and all. By the time that would be done you could have a bit of time to yourself before you would even have to begin to worry about dinner. 

You go into the kitchen, thinking about what you needed to do, the ingredients you needed to get out, how you still had to wash the apples and where did you put the pie weights again? Until your eyes landed on your boyfriend seated at the kitchen table, right where you were going to put the basket until you saw it was covered in stuff. 

The basket full of apples was placed on the counter instead as you made your way over to the table, “Hey there.” 

He looked up from his task at hand and to you, a smile spreading across his face, “Hey yourself handsome.”

As you got closer you asked, a cock of your head, “What’s all this?” A hand rested on his shoulder but only for a moment before he took your hand and kissed your knuckles, a small show of affection before looking back down to all his stuff spread on the table. 

“You’re a smart kinda guy, what do you think it is?” He asked and now that you could see it up close you took in the scissors and stamps, the different kinds of paper, the book and stencils-

“Are you scrap booking?” You asked, brow creased in confusion but with a smile on your face and he was looking back up at you, “Exactly! And hey, don’t sound so shocked! Can I not have hobbies?”

You let out a laugh, hands held up in defence, “No! No of course you can have hobbies, I’m glad you do, I just never pictured you scrap booking.” 

“Well what hobbies do you think I would have?” He asked as he gestured for you to take the seat across from him. You took him up on it, pulling out the chair before sliding in, “I dunno, wood carving?”

“Wood carving?” He asked dubiously and you hummed, “Yeah, seems like the kinda thing Eugene would be into and show you how to do.”

“I don’t have to do everything Eugene does-” He started to argue and you laughed, pointing at him, “So Eugene DOES wood carve!” 

Leslie sighs before he asks, “Do you wanna look at my scrapbooks or not?”

“Wait scrapbookS-” You put an over emphasis on the ‘s’, “-like plural?!”

Turns out that yeah he did have scrapbooks plural. He showed you where he kept them, in a false part of the wall, you wondered about why he went so hard hiding them but once he sat you down and started showing you it all became clear. You should have realised all the scrapbooks would be about his passion, books dedicated to his job, his craft. 

He showed you the first one he made, it had journal entries about him working up to this career move, early sketches of his outfit, thoughts and research, some of the memorabilia he had gotten from the killers he looked up to. He was really proud of some of the newspaper clippings he got, “This isn’t a photocopy, I got it from an actual Chicago newspaper! Wasn’t easy.” You couldn’t hide the impressed expression as you read over the clipping outlining the ‘death’ of Charles Lee Ray.

He had the letters of his early correspondence with Eugene and pictures from when he first got the farm and on it went, showing off all the big steps towards his first big outing. There were several page spreads to the whole process, and a few pages just for the first group he targeted, your old friends. You looked over the page and then flipped it to see the two page spread dedicated to you. That was so long ago now, you looked so different, you had no idea how much was going to change upon meeting him, how better everything would be. 

Eyes turned to him, soft smile on your face, “You big fucking softie.” 

He laughed, his hand on your hip as he leaned closer to you, looking over the scrapbook in your hands, “See this is why I fucking love you because you see literal pages of photos I took when stalking you, before we ever formally met and you think it’s sweet!”

He sighed fondly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You so get me.”

“Yeahhh I do.” You sighed out in return. “So you really did all this yourself? It’s honestly impressive.”

“Well I didn’t do it all myself, Jaime showed me how and got me into it, she helped me with the decoupage.”  He said honestly and you laughed a little, “Oh a man who can decoupage, how sexy. What even is decoupage?”

“It’s the art of combining different pieces like paper cut outs, paint effects and gold leaf and other elements to decorate something.” He said it like it was obvious and you pressed a kiss under his jaw, “A man of many talents.”

“You know it.” He said and you asked, “So what does Jaime scrapbook?” 

“Oh you should have her show you next time we go over, her’s on Eugene’s career is so impressive. I hope to one day be able to achieve what she can with glitter glue.” He praised and you laughed, “A sentence I never thought I would hear from you, extreme want to become proficient with glitter glue.”

“Again, many talents.” You closed the book and handed it back to him, “I’m gonna go bake an apple pie, wanna take a break from your decoupage to help me?”

“I’d love to.” He left the book on the coffee table and got up, “Last one to the kitchen has to peel the apples!”

He started to make a break for it with you hurrying to match his pace and get ahead of him, tone playful as you called, “You LIKE peeling them! Can you not be an asshole for once?” 

“Never!” 

#Leslie Vernon X reader #BHF asks #BHF writing #moth-in-the-broth #Enjoy the rare fluff sighting