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been on a stardew valley grind lately i missed playing this game sm
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a love worth waiting for - chs
content : bsf!vernon x f!reader ; a lil angsty but fluff & happy ending ; 1.5k words warnings : vernon curses like 2ce lol - you are the most important person to vernon, but is it requited? an : i keep going on random writing hiatuses for no reason even tho i have so many ideas idek someone sos!!
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vernon has loved you ever since he met you. as cheesy as it sounds, its something he cant deny whenever his friends ask him about, something he rants for hours about to his sister, something he finds himself thinking about more often than not. 
he remembers it like it was yesterday, even if its been years. it was an unusual meeting; seeing a pretty girl on a walk in the middle of summer would usually be normal, if only he didn't trip on a rock and land awkwardly conveniently on your path… and then make a comment on how his sister has the same shoes as you as if you’d care.
but you did. you made sure he was okay and laughed at his comment, then blabbered something about how your boyfriend has a similar hat to him. and, oh. he should've seen that coming.
of course he should have. such a put together, sweet girl would obviously have lines of guys lining up at her feet (or falling, in hansols case). but that didn’t matter - you only just met, you’d probably become friends if he asked for your number, that would be enough for him.
and for the first few months it was enough. you hit it off great, messaging each other often and even hanging out occasionally… well, when your jackass boyfriend let you. he hated your boyfriend - no, despised him. it wasn't even a case of jealousy; more of a genuine worry, at least for a while. he made it vocal on how he doesn’t like how your boyfriend controlled your life, but obviously supported your choices anyway. who wouldn't? you became his best friend, he would do anything to see you happy.
behind the worry he presented, vernon was stuck.
“i don't get it, why would she be with him if he's so.. controlling and mean?” everyday he called his friends.
“she literally looks unhappy, i feel bad and.. i dunno, angry... is that stupid?” everyday he talked about it, about how he wants to help you and, well, about you. “shes so… nice and pretty and forgiving. dude, he really doesn’t deserve her.”
until one day, “i could treat her better.”
he accepted it. he knew it wasn’t fair, for him or for you. everything leading up to that moment that he did, he thought it was simply sympathy. he put on this friendly act to not hurt your feelings, but maybe it was to not hurt his own. you wore your heart on your sleeve. it was obvious you were in love with your boyfriend, not him. and no matter what he did, that wouldn’t change.
soon you noticed the same things that vernon begged you to see in your boyfriend for a very long time. the gaslighting, restrictiveness, the bored attitude, and when you drifted apart it was only a waiting game till you broke it off.
vernon was surprised that the way his eyes sparkled when you came to cry to him didn’t give him away. truthfully, he couldn’t care less about the way it all went down or what he told you while you broke up with him. what mattered was that you were out of the situation you were blinded in. 
“he was a fucking dick,” no brainer, “its unfair - y'know, someone you love being out of reach.” those words sounded awfully familiar.
actually, maybe to him what mattered more is that he finally could reach you.
“i still love him,” you mumbled between your tears as vernon cooed at you.
he should've seen that coming too, and he couldn’t blame you at all - ever. but why did it sting so much more than the first time?
when he searched for your laugh after making a joke, you were laughing out of pity. when he comforted you, you weren’t thinking about him and how he was always there for you, instead you were thinking about yourself. when home to him was wherever you were, home to you was wherever your ex boyfriend was.
you just lost someone so dear to you and he was being so selfish. 
you two breaking up should've been the greatest thing he has heard in months, but instead he suddenly couldn’t help but feel like there was a bigger wall between you both than ever. 
of course, you never had feelings for him in the first place. vernon knew that. but something in him always held onto the possibility of you ending up together. not anymore, not after those four words left your mouth. he felt stupid for ever even having hope.
he paused to think before he spoke - something he rarely ever did when he was with you. “i know you do.” shaking his head gently, he added, “your heart just got broken, its a fresh wound, of course you still love him.” did everything he say have to apply to him too? it was almost humiliating in a way.
“its embarrassing… im the one who broke it off, i shouldn’t like him.” right, you felt it too.
at the end of the day, no matter who he was to you, you recognised him as someone you could trust. you spoke your thoughts freely, you were always by his side, you were his best friend; thats something vernon failed to see. he understood now to expect nothing but appreciate everything. because after all, being your friend would always be enough for him.
vernon promised himself he wouldn’t do or say anything stupid for your sake. he knew breakups are tough, and he knew that feelings don’t change in a day. he loved you, so he never would blame you for anything negative you made him feel. he wouldn’t blame you because you didn’t know.
or so he thought.
because months later when you arrived at his door looking more nervous than usual with a small smile on your face, vernon couldn’t be more confused.
“its almost 11pm.. what’re you doing here…?”
you let yourself in, setting your shoes aside and placing your coat on the hanger before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the couch to sit down.
“is it true?” 
“...is what true?”
“is it true that you have feelings for me?”
was that a trick question? “i mean..” he cleared his throat with a harsh cough, leaving the room silent for a few moments that felt like hours. “is that really what you’re doing at my house at 11 in the evening?”
“stop it. stop avoiding the question. just answer me.” 
“where’d you even get that idea from? dude i mean, you’re my best friend so if you’re asking -”
“you know what im asking..” your hands felt clammy, suddenly regretting knocking on the door after debating if you should for a solid 5 minutes. “i’m.. not mad or anything.” you added.
this was the million dollar question. he felt scared. “ha..” he couldn’t help but scoff to himself, “yeah.” though his tone tried being confident, the lack of eye contact and leg jittering was enough to see how nervous he truly was.
“im… so sorry,” you stared at him with your nose slightly scrunched - a detail he noticed whenever you were upset. “what? sorry? pfft.. theres nothing to be sorry for.” you figured he’d say that.
“im sorry for not noticing it earlier. i feel like an idiot.”
“no.. i feel like the idiot.” he quickly butted in, trying to take the blame, “you shouldn’t have to ‘notice’ anything. i should have told you ages ago so we could get past… whatever this is. i was just being a pussy and i -”
you admired his dedication to try explain but decided to stop him. “no vernon, im sorry for making you wait.” 
making him wait? “what are you even talking about? you didn’t do anything i swear…”
“maybe you really are the idiot..” you suddenly smiled a little wider, catching him off guard, “i meant i'm sorry for not noticing my feelings.. for you.. earlier.”
if he was confused before, he was now completely dumbfounded. the frown on his face wiped into a completely new expression. one of certain shock and hope, but with an equal amount of doubt. 
“agh..” you groaned in fake annoyance, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “i’m telling you that i like you too.”
oh. for once, he didn’t see that coming.
“are you serious?” he mumbled out, struggling to process the consumed information, a million things going through his mind.
“no im lying.” you tilted your head, “obviously im serious, why else would i be here?”
“you’re right.. i don’t know why i said that.” he nodded, a smile forming on his own face, “im just… at a loss of words dude.”
he let go of a breath he didn’t notice he was holding, sighing from relief as he looked at you. no more words were exchanged before he moved closer to hug you. a hug of love, ease and joy.
“if so.. can i be your boyfriend?” he whispered in a happier tone than before, the previous fear moulded into delight.
“yeah. i’d like that a lot.”
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yoonsdoll · 23 days
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cute vernon save me......!!!!!! I lobe him!?@*× :(
a love worth waiting for - chs
content : bsf!vernon x f!reader ; a lil angsty but fluff & happy ending ; 1.5k words warnings : vernon curses like 2ce lol - you are the most important person to vernon, but is it requited? an : i keep going on random writing hiatuses for no reason even tho i have so many ideas idek someone sos!!
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vernon has loved you ever since he met you. as cheesy as it sounds, its something he cant deny whenever his friends ask him about, something he rants for hours about to his sister, something he finds himself thinking about more often than not. 
he remembers it like it was yesterday, even if its been years. it was an unusual meeting; seeing a pretty girl on a walk in the middle of summer would usually be normal, if only he didn't trip on a rock and land awkwardly conveniently on your path… and then make a comment on how his sister has the same shoes as you as if you’d care.
but you did. you made sure he was okay and laughed at his comment, then blabbered something about how your boyfriend has a similar hat to him. and, oh. he should've seen that coming.
of course he should have. such a put together, sweet girl would obviously have lines of guys lining up at her feet (or falling, in hansols case). but that didn’t matter - you only just met, you’d probably become friends if he asked for your number, that would be enough for him.
and for the first few months it was enough. you hit it off great, messaging each other often and even hanging out occasionally… well, when your jackass boyfriend let you. he hated your boyfriend - no, despised him. it wasn't even a case of jealousy; more of a genuine worry, at least for a while. he made it vocal on how he doesn’t like how your boyfriend controlled your life, but obviously supported your choices anyway. who wouldn't? you became his best friend, he would do anything to see you happy.
behind the worry he presented, vernon was stuck.
“i don't get it, why would she be with him if he's so.. controlling and mean?” everyday he called his friends.
“she literally looks unhappy, i feel bad and.. i dunno, angry... is that stupid?” everyday he talked about it, about how he wants to help you and, well, about you. “shes so… nice and pretty and forgiving. dude, he really doesn’t deserve her.”
until one day, “i could treat her better.”
he accepted it. he knew it wasn’t fair, for him or for you. everything leading up to that moment that he did, he thought it was simply sympathy. he put on this friendly act to not hurt your feelings, but maybe it was to not hurt his own. you wore your heart on your sleeve. it was obvious you were in love with your boyfriend, not him. and no matter what he did, that wouldn’t change.
soon you noticed the same things that vernon begged you to see in your boyfriend for a very long time. the gaslighting, restrictiveness, the bored attitude, and when you drifted apart it was only a waiting game till you broke it off.
vernon was surprised that the way his eyes sparkled when you came to cry to him didn’t give him away. truthfully, he couldn’t care less about the way it all went down or what he told you while you broke up with him. what mattered was that you were out of the situation you were blinded in. 
“he was a fucking dick,” no brainer, “its unfair - y'know, someone you love being out of reach.” those words sounded awfully familiar.
actually, maybe to him what mattered more is that he finally could reach you.
“i still love him,” you mumbled between your tears as vernon cooed at you.
he should've seen that coming too, and he couldn’t blame you at all - ever. but why did it sting so much more than the first time?
when he searched for your laugh after making a joke, you were laughing out of pity. when he comforted you, you weren’t thinking about him and how he was always there for you, instead you were thinking about yourself. when home to him was wherever you were, home to you was wherever your ex boyfriend was.
you just lost someone so dear to you and he was being so selfish. 
you two breaking up should've been the greatest thing he has heard in months, but instead he suddenly couldn’t help but feel like there was a bigger wall between you both than ever. 
of course, you never had feelings for him in the first place. vernon knew that. but something in him always held onto the possibility of you ending up together. not anymore, not after those four words left your mouth. he felt stupid for ever even having hope.
he paused to think before he spoke - something he rarely ever did when he was with you. “i know you do.” shaking his head gently, he added, “your heart just got broken, its a fresh wound, of course you still love him.” did everything he say have to apply to him too? it was almost humiliating in a way.
“its embarrassing… im the one who broke it off, i shouldn’t like him.” right, you felt it too.
at the end of the day, no matter who he was to you, you recognised him as someone you could trust. you spoke your thoughts freely, you were always by his side, you were his best friend; thats something vernon failed to see. he understood now to expect nothing but appreciate everything. because after all, being your friend would always be enough for him.
vernon promised himself he wouldn’t do or say anything stupid for your sake. he knew breakups are tough, and he knew that feelings don’t change in a day. he loved you, so he never would blame you for anything negative you made him feel. he wouldn’t blame you because you didn’t know.
or so he thought.
because months later when you arrived at his door looking more nervous than usual with a small smile on your face, vernon couldn’t be more confused.
“its almost 11pm.. what’re you doing here…?”
you let yourself in, setting your shoes aside and placing your coat on the hanger before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the couch to sit down.
“is it true?” 
“...is what true?”
“is it true that you have feelings for me?”
was that a trick question? “i mean..” he cleared his throat with a harsh cough, leaving the room silent for a few moments that felt like hours. “is that really what you’re doing at my house at 11 in the evening?”
“stop it. stop avoiding the question. just answer me.” 
“where’d you even get that idea from? dude i mean, you’re my best friend so if you’re asking -”
“you know what im asking..” your hands felt clammy, suddenly regretting knocking on the door after debating if you should for a solid 5 minutes. “i’m.. not mad or anything.” you added.
this was the million dollar question. he felt scared. “ha..” he couldn’t help but scoff to himself, “yeah.” though his tone tried being confident, the lack of eye contact and leg jittering was enough to see how nervous he truly was.
“im… so sorry,” you stared at him with your nose slightly scrunched - a detail he noticed whenever you were upset. “what? sorry? pfft.. theres nothing to be sorry for.” you figured he’d say that.
“im sorry for not noticing it earlier. i feel like an idiot.”
“no.. i feel like the idiot.” he quickly butted in, trying to take the blame, “you shouldn’t have to ‘notice’ anything. i should have told you ages ago so we could get past… whatever this is. i was just being a pussy and i -”
you admired his dedication to try explain but decided to stop him. “no vernon, im sorry for making you wait.” 
making him wait? “what are you even talking about? you didn’t do anything i swear…”
“maybe you really are the idiot..” you suddenly smiled a little wider, catching him off guard, “i meant i'm sorry for not noticing my feelings.. for you.. earlier.”
if he was confused before, he was now completely dumbfounded. the frown on his face wiped into a completely new expression. one of certain shock and hope, but with an equal amount of doubt. 
“agh..” you groaned in fake annoyance, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “i’m telling you that i like you too.”
oh. for once, he didn’t see that coming.
“are you serious?” he mumbled out, struggling to process the consumed information, a million things going through his mind.
“no im lying.” you tilted your head, “obviously im serious, why else would i be here?”
“you’re right.. i don’t know why i said that.” he nodded, a smile forming on his own face, “im just… at a loss of words dude.”
he let go of a breath he didn’t notice he was holding, sighing from relief as he looked at you. no more words were exchanged before he moved closer to hug you. a hug of love, ease and joy.
“if so.. can i be your boyfriend?” he whispered in a happier tone than before, the previous fear moulded into delight.
“yeah. i’d like that a lot.”
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yoonsdoll · 24 days
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a love worth waiting for - chs
content : bsf!vernon x f!reader ; a lil angsty but fluff & happy ending ; 1.5k words warnings : vernon curses like 2ce lol - you are the most important person to vernon, but is it requited? an : i keep going on random writing hiatuses for no reason even tho i have so many ideas idek someone sos!!
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vernon has loved you ever since he met you. as cheesy as it sounds, its something he cant deny whenever his friends ask him about, something he rants for hours about to his sister, something he finds himself thinking about more often than not. 
he remembers it like it was yesterday, even if its been years. it was an unusual meeting; seeing a pretty girl on a walk in the middle of summer would usually be normal, if only he didn't trip on a rock and land awkwardly conveniently on your path… and then make a comment on how his sister has the same shoes as you as if you’d care.
but you did. you made sure he was okay and laughed at his comment, then blabbered something about how your boyfriend has a similar hat to him. and, oh. he should've seen that coming.
of course he should have. such a put together, sweet girl would obviously have lines of guys lining up at her feet (or falling, in hansols case). but that didn’t matter - you only just met, you’d probably become friends if he asked for your number, that would be enough for him.
and for the first few months it was enough. you hit it off great, messaging each other often and even hanging out occasionally… well, when your jackass boyfriend let you. he hated your boyfriend - no, despised him. it wasn't even a case of jealousy; more of a genuine worry, at least for a while. he made it vocal on how he doesn’t like how your boyfriend controlled your life, but obviously supported your choices anyway. who wouldn't? you became his best friend, he would do anything to see you happy.
behind the worry he presented, vernon was stuck.
“i don't get it, why would she be with him if he's so.. controlling and mean?” everyday he called his friends.
“she literally looks unhappy, i feel bad and.. i dunno, angry... is that stupid?” everyday he talked about it, about how he wants to help you and, well, about you. “shes so… nice and pretty and forgiving. dude, he really doesn’t deserve her.”
until one day, “i could treat her better.”
he accepted it. he knew it wasn’t fair, for him or for you. everything leading up to that moment that he did, he thought it was simply sympathy. he put on this friendly act to not hurt your feelings, but maybe it was to not hurt his own. you wore your heart on your sleeve. it was obvious you were in love with your boyfriend, not him. and no matter what he did, that wouldn’t change.
soon you noticed the same things that vernon begged you to see in your boyfriend for a very long time. the gaslighting, restrictiveness, the bored attitude, and when you drifted apart it was only a waiting game till you broke it off.
vernon was surprised that the way his eyes sparkled when you came to cry to him didn’t give him away. truthfully, he couldn’t care less about the way it all went down or what he told you while you broke up with him. what mattered was that you were out of the situation you were blinded in. 
“he was a fucking dick,” no brainer, “its unfair - y'know, someone you love being out of reach.” those words sounded awfully familiar.
actually, maybe to him what mattered more is that he finally could reach you.
“i still love him,” you mumbled between your tears as vernon cooed at you.
he should've seen that coming too, and he couldn’t blame you at all - ever. but why did it sting so much more than the first time?
when he searched for your laugh after making a joke, you were laughing out of pity. when he comforted you, you weren’t thinking about him and how he was always there for you, instead you were thinking about yourself. when home to him was wherever you were, home to you was wherever your ex boyfriend was.
you just lost someone so dear to you and he was being so selfish. 
you two breaking up should've been the greatest thing he has heard in months, but instead he suddenly couldn’t help but feel like there was a bigger wall between you both than ever. 
of course, you never had feelings for him in the first place. vernon knew that. but something in him always held onto the possibility of you ending up together. not anymore, not after those four words left your mouth. he felt stupid for ever even having hope.
he paused to think before he spoke - something he rarely ever did when he was with you. “i know you do.” shaking his head gently, he added, “your heart just got broken, its a fresh wound, of course you still love him.” did everything he say have to apply to him too? it was almost humiliating in a way.
“its embarrassing… im the one who broke it off, i shouldn’t like him.” right, you felt it too.
at the end of the day, no matter who he was to you, you recognised him as someone you could trust. you spoke your thoughts freely, you were always by his side, you were his best friend; thats something vernon failed to see. he understood now to expect nothing but appreciate everything. because after all, being your friend would always be enough for him.
vernon promised himself he wouldn’t do or say anything stupid for your sake. he knew breakups are tough, and he knew that feelings don’t change in a day. he loved you, so he never would blame you for anything negative you made him feel. he wouldn’t blame you because you didn’t know.
or so he thought.
because months later when you arrived at his door looking more nervous than usual with a small smile on your face, vernon couldn’t be more confused.
“its almost 11pm.. what’re you doing here…?”
you let yourself in, setting your shoes aside and placing your coat on the hanger before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the couch to sit down.
“is it true?” 
“...is what true?”
“is it true that you have feelings for me?”
was that a trick question? “i mean..” he cleared his throat with a harsh cough, leaving the room silent for a few moments that felt like hours. “is that really what you’re doing at my house at 11 in the evening?”
“stop it. stop avoiding the question. just answer me.” 
“where’d you even get that idea from? dude i mean, you’re my best friend so if you’re asking -”
“you know what im asking..” your hands felt clammy, suddenly regretting knocking on the door after debating if you should for a solid 5 minutes. “i’m.. not mad or anything.” you added.
this was the million dollar question. he felt scared. “ha..” he couldn’t help but scoff to himself, “yeah.” though his tone tried being confident, the lack of eye contact and leg jittering was enough to see how nervous he truly was.
“im… so sorry,” you stared at him with your nose slightly scrunched - a detail he noticed whenever you were upset. “what? sorry? pfft.. theres nothing to be sorry for.” you figured he’d say that.
“im sorry for not noticing it earlier. i feel like an idiot.”
“no.. i feel like the idiot.” he quickly butted in, trying to take the blame, “you shouldn’t have to ‘notice’ anything. i should have told you ages ago so we could get past… whatever this is. i was just being a pussy and i -”
you admired his dedication to try explain but decided to stop him. “no vernon, im sorry for making you wait.” 
making him wait? “what are you even talking about? you didn’t do anything i swear…”
“maybe you really are the idiot..” you suddenly smiled a little wider, catching him off guard, “i meant i'm sorry for not noticing my feelings.. for you.. earlier.”
if he was confused before, he was now completely dumbfounded. the frown on his face wiped into a completely new expression. one of certain shock and hope, but with an equal amount of doubt. 
“agh..” you groaned in fake annoyance, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “i’m telling you that i like you too.”
oh. for once, he didn’t see that coming.
“are you serious?” he mumbled out, struggling to process the consumed information, a million things going through his mind.
“no im lying.” you tilted your head, “obviously im serious, why else would i be here?”
“you’re right.. i don’t know why i said that.” he nodded, a smile forming on his own face, “im just… at a loss of words dude.”
he let go of a breath he didn’t notice he was holding, sighing from relief as he looked at you. no more words were exchanged before he moved closer to hug you. a hug of love, ease and joy.
“if so.. can i be your boyfriend?” he whispered in a happier tone than before, the previous fear moulded into delight.
“yeah. i’d like that a lot.”
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yoonsdoll · 24 days
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a love worth waiting for - chs
content : bsf!vernon x f!reader ; a lil angsty but fluff & happy ending ; 1.5k words warnings : vernon curses like 2ce lol - you are the most important person to vernon, but is it requited? an : i keep going on random writing hiatuses for no reason even tho i have so many ideas idek someone sos!!
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vernon has loved you ever since he met you. as cheesy as it sounds, its something he cant deny whenever his friends ask him about, something he rants for hours about to his sister, something he finds himself thinking about more often than not. 
he remembers it like it was yesterday, even if its been years. it was an unusual meeting; seeing a pretty girl on a walk in the middle of summer would usually be normal, if only he didn't trip on a rock and land awkwardly conveniently on your path… and then make a comment on how his sister has the same shoes as you as if you’d care.
but you did. you made sure he was okay and laughed at his comment, then blabbered something about how your boyfriend has a similar hat to him. and, oh. he should've seen that coming.
of course he should have. such a put together, sweet girl would obviously have lines of guys lining up at her feet (or falling, in hansols case). but that didn’t matter - you only just met, you’d probably become friends if he asked for your number, that would be enough for him.
and for the first few months it was enough. you hit it off great, messaging each other often and even hanging out occasionally… well, when your jackass boyfriend let you. he hated your boyfriend - no, despised him. it wasn't even a case of jealousy; more of a genuine worry, at least for a while. he made it vocal on how he doesn’t like how your boyfriend controlled your life, but obviously supported your choices anyway. who wouldn't? you became his best friend, he would do anything to see you happy.
behind the worry he presented, vernon was stuck.
“i don't get it, why would she be with him if he's so.. controlling and mean?” everyday he called his friends.
“she literally looks unhappy, i feel bad and.. i dunno, angry... is that stupid?” everyday he talked about it, about how he wants to help you and, well, about you. “shes so… nice and pretty and forgiving. dude, he really doesn’t deserve her.”
until one day, “i could treat her better.”
he accepted it. he knew it wasn’t fair, for him or for you. everything leading up to that moment that he did, he thought it was simply sympathy. he put on this friendly act to not hurt your feelings, but maybe it was to not hurt his own. you wore your heart on your sleeve. it was obvious you were in love with your boyfriend, not him. and no matter what he did, that wouldn’t change.
soon you noticed the same things that vernon begged you to see in your boyfriend for a very long time. the gaslighting, restrictiveness, the bored attitude, and when you drifted apart it was only a waiting game till you broke it off.
vernon was surprised that the way his eyes sparkled when you came to cry to him didn’t give him away. truthfully, he couldn’t care less about the way it all went down or what he told you while you broke up with him. what mattered was that you were out of the situation you were blinded in. 
“he was a fucking dick,” no brainer, “its unfair - y'know, someone you love being out of reach.” those words sounded awfully familiar.
actually, maybe to him what mattered more is that he finally could reach you.
“i still love him,” you mumbled between your tears as vernon cooed at you.
he should've seen that coming too, and he couldn’t blame you at all - ever. but why did it sting so much more than the first time?
when he searched for your laugh after making a joke, you were laughing out of pity. when he comforted you, you weren’t thinking about him and how he was always there for you, instead you were thinking about yourself. when home to him was wherever you were, home to you was wherever your ex boyfriend was.
you just lost someone so dear to you and he was being so selfish. 
you two breaking up should've been the greatest thing he has heard in months, but instead he suddenly couldn’t help but feel like there was a bigger wall between you both than ever. 
of course, you never had feelings for him in the first place. vernon knew that. but something in him always held onto the possibility of you ending up together. not anymore, not after those four words left your mouth. he felt stupid for ever even having hope.
he paused to think before he spoke - something he rarely ever did when he was with you. “i know you do.” shaking his head gently, he added, “your heart just got broken, its a fresh wound, of course you still love him.” did everything he say have to apply to him too? it was almost humiliating in a way.
“its embarrassing… im the one who broke it off, i shouldn’t like him.” right, you felt it too.
at the end of the day, no matter who he was to you, you recognised him as someone you could trust. you spoke your thoughts freely, you were always by his side, you were his best friend; thats something vernon failed to see. he understood now to expect nothing but appreciate everything. because after all, being your friend would always be enough for him.
vernon promised himself he wouldn’t do or say anything stupid for your sake. he knew breakups are tough, and he knew that feelings don’t change in a day. he loved you, so he never would blame you for anything negative you made him feel. he wouldn’t blame you because you didn’t know.
or so he thought.
because months later when you arrived at his door looking more nervous than usual with a small smile on your face, vernon couldn’t be more confused.
“its almost 11pm.. what’re you doing here…?”
you let yourself in, setting your shoes aside and placing your coat on the hanger before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the couch to sit down.
“is it true?” 
“...is what true?”
“is it true that you have feelings for me?”
was that a trick question? “i mean..” he cleared his throat with a harsh cough, leaving the room silent for a few moments that felt like hours. “is that really what you’re doing at my house at 11 in the evening?”
“stop it. stop avoiding the question. just answer me.” 
“where’d you even get that idea from? dude i mean, you’re my best friend so if you’re asking -”
“you know what im asking..” your hands felt clammy, suddenly regretting knocking on the door after debating if you should for a solid 5 minutes. “i’m.. not mad or anything.” you added.
this was the million dollar question. he felt scared. “ha..” he couldn’t help but scoff to himself, “yeah.” though his tone tried being confident, the lack of eye contact and leg jittering was enough to see how nervous he truly was.
“im… so sorry,” you stared at him with your nose slightly scrunched - a detail he noticed whenever you were upset. “what? sorry? pfft.. theres nothing to be sorry for.” you figured he’d say that.
“im sorry for not noticing it earlier. i feel like an idiot.”
“no.. i feel like the idiot.” he quickly butted in, trying to take the blame, “you shouldn’t have to ‘notice’ anything. i should have told you ages ago so we could get past… whatever this is. i was just being a pussy and i -”
you admired his dedication to try explain but decided to stop him. “no vernon, im sorry for making you wait.” 
making him wait? “what are you even talking about? you didn’t do anything i swear…”
“maybe you really are the idiot..” you suddenly smiled a little wider, catching him off guard, “i meant i'm sorry for not noticing my feelings.. for you.. earlier.”
if he was confused before, he was now completely dumbfounded. the frown on his face wiped into a completely new expression. one of certain shock and hope, but with an equal amount of doubt. 
“agh..” you groaned in fake annoyance, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “i’m telling you that i like you too.”
oh. for once, he didn’t see that coming.
“are you serious?” he mumbled out, struggling to process the consumed information, a million things going through his mind.
“no im lying.” you tilted your head, “obviously im serious, why else would i be here?”
“you’re right.. i don’t know why i said that.” he nodded, a smile forming on his own face, “im just… at a loss of words dude.”
he let go of a breath he didn’t notice he was holding, sighing from relief as he looked at you. no more words were exchanged before he moved closer to hug you. a hug of love, ease and joy.
“if so.. can i be your boyfriend?” he whispered in a happier tone than before, the previous fear moulded into delight.
“yeah. i’d like that a lot.”
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yoonsdoll · 25 days
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why does posting my writing make me nervous gna deactivate atp wtf
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yoonsdoll · 27 days
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content : bf!cheol x gn!reader ; fluff , comfort , drabble ; 0.6k words warnings : pet names (cheol uses the term 'baby') , sick reader - you come back home after a long day of work while being sick, seungcheol comforts you. an : its my first time posting here! im sick atm and all i can think about is soft cheol :(
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[ 21 : 13 ]
finally getting home after a long day of work while being sick was the last thing you thought would make you cry. but how could you not? you were working for hours with your head pounding and your nose was stuffy enough to make you sit embarrassingly in the office while sniffling through the silence. in fact, coming back home was just what you needed, coming home to seungcheol who was sitting in the dark, watching a random tv show, his silhouette being all you could see from the entrance of the house.
‘y/n?’ he called out, slightly turning around to face the door which you have just come through, revealing his messy blonde hair and his soft smile that you could barely make out through your tears. putting down your bag, you manage to blurt out the words, ‘im home’ but with enough sadness in your voice for seungcheol to notice something was wrong.
his posture immediately fixed as he sat up, turning fully around to look at your figure that was standing still, so helplessly. ‘baby..’ he muttered worryingly. ‘come here…’
and as his words left his lips, you followed so slowly, moving closer to the couch and silenced tv (which seungcheol turned the volume off of when you walked in), and of course, your boyfriend. you dropped your body on the couch next to him and didnt dare to look him in the eyes, instead, keeping your focus on the fine details of the coffee table and half drunken tea which seungcheol must have forgotten about.
your boyfriend knew that you were having a hard time at work, all the days you came home and practically passed out on the floor were enough to have his heart hurting just at the sight of you, but he wasnt aware just how bad it got. he has been busy with work and you were too shy to admit that you were now also having a fever, you didnt want to burden him, especially after hearing him complain about his tiring dance practices or his busy schedule he has been having due to a new comeback they were preparing for.
‘y/n, are you okay?’
you could hear his shaky sigh as you didnt respond and instead burst into tears once more, this time not being able to hide your weeps. instead of forcing a reply out of your tired body, he just hugged you, so, so tightly. so warmly, that all the words he wanted to say were shown through the embrace. so carefully, as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him (you were).
realistically, you knew that seungcheol loved you so much that he would do anything to take care of you. he would delay his practices or call in sick, he would make you all the tea you could ever ask for and rush to be the first in the pharmacy to pick up any medicine you needed. you knew that he would tuck you into bed and stay by your side as long as you wanted him to, all just to help you. he loved you, and that was the truth, you knew it was, but you truly didnt want him to worry, for you to become a chore, even though you were aware that would NEVER happen.
‘your cheeks are burning up’ he whispered as he gently pressed his cold hand against your right cheek, his thumb caressing it slowly, wiping the tears away. all you could do was give a weak cough as you continued to rest your head against his cold palm.  ‘are you sick? oh baby… you shouldve told me.’ he scolded quietly, but immediately gave you a concerned smile as he looked into your puffy eyes. ‘lets get you into bed, hm?’
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yoonsdoll · 28 days
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feeling like a theme change is coming... im bored of this one
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yoonsdoll · 1 month
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Sometimes I talk a lot and sometimes I don’t talk at all and somehow both are embarrassing
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yoonsdoll · 2 months
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genuinely obsessed with everything about this photo and him
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apricity - hjs
content : bf!shua x f!reader ; fluff n romance ; 0.5k words warnings : none i think ?? just the use of 'baby' as a petname - apricity : the warmth of the sun in winter . an : oki truth be told i have had zero motivation to do anything so i needed to write something cute to slowly get back into writing again , this isnt proofread or anything like that :')
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hong joshua's actions are like apricity. his smile comforting you on the saddest days and his hugs warming you up in a few seconds - seconds that felt like hours when he held you in his arms, cooing at you patiently as you explained your thoughts and worries. truth be told, you loved it that way, and he did too. he loved the way your nose scrunched up as he beckoned you towards him ; he loved how you could tell him all about your shitty co-workers or friend that told you something so stupid that it managed to ruin your day.
he remembers that you once told him something about 'bothering him with your troubles.' he never heard such ridiculous words. he loved listening to you talk for hours, even if it was just about how your toast was a little too burnt that morning, so burnt infact that it annoyed you. he loved it so much because he loved you.
hong joshua's words are apricity. you love the way he writes his feelings down on paper at night when he misses you, just to call you in the morning and read it out to you. he knows you seem to think that he doesn't realise how his random 'i love you' s really matter to you - but he sees the way your eyes sparkle and how your cheek turn a shade pinker, which is why he says it daily.
even when you feel insecure about the relationship, he never screams, he never even gets mad. he talks it out with you as softly as he can. 'don't be silly. i don't even care for other girls. there will never be another you.' ; 'no one can understand the love i have for you, not even you.' and your favourite, 'baby, i go to sleep every night hoping to dream of you.'
hong joshua's acts of service remind you of apricity. his love shown clearly through the tea made and brought to you on chilly mornings and the heated blanket waiting for you on the couch for when you got back home. his favourite thing being making you a delicious lunchbox for work before he leaves, and him noticing it sitting empty by the kitchen sink, ready for the next morning.
even his 'random' dates - which he truthfully took the whole day prior planning - were warm like the sun on a winter day. it was impressive, really ; the way he could keep a smile on your face the whole day by holding your hand as you walked through the beach and how he packed an extra sweater incase you got cold while playing with him in the snow.
hong joshua is apricity. from the way his eyes smile along with his mouth to the way he carefully thinks before speaking around anyone. hong joshua is apricity because he will always be the one you think of when you feel a familiar heat from the sun on a cold day - melting away the ice, just as he melts your troubles and moulds them into love.
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apricity - hjs
content : bf!shua x f!reader ; fluff n romance ; 0.5k words warnings : none i think ?? just the use of 'baby' as a petname - apricity : the warmth of the sun in winter . an : oki truth be told i have had zero motivation to do anything so i needed to write something cute to slowly get back into writing again , this isnt proofread or anything like that :')
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hong joshua's actions are like apricity. his smile comforting you on the saddest days and his hugs warming you up in a few seconds - seconds that felt like hours when he held you in his arms, cooing at you patiently as you explained your thoughts and worries. truth be told, you loved it that way, and he did too. he loved the way your nose scrunched up as he beckoned you towards him ; he loved how you could tell him all about your shitty co-workers or friend that told you something so stupid that it managed to ruin your day.
he remembers that you once told him something about 'bothering him with your troubles.' he never heard such ridiculous words. he loved listening to you talk for hours, even if it was just about how your toast was a little too burnt that morning, so burnt infact that it annoyed you. he loved it so much because he loved you.
hong joshua's words are apricity. you love the way he writes his feelings down on paper at night when he misses you, just to call you in the morning and read it out to you. he knows you seem to think that he doesn't realise how his random 'i love you' s really matter to you - but he sees the way your eyes sparkle and how your cheek turn a shade pinker, which is why he says it daily.
even when you feel insecure about the relationship, he never screams, he never even gets mad. he talks it out with you as softly as he can. 'don't be silly. i don't even care for other girls. there will never be another you.' ; 'no one can understand the love i have for you, not even you.' and your favourite, 'baby, i go to sleep every night hoping to dream of you.'
hong joshua's acts of service remind you of apricity. his love shown clearly through the tea made and brought to you on chilly mornings and the heated blanket waiting for you on the couch for when you got back home. his favourite thing being making you a delicious lunchbox for work before he leaves, and him noticing it sitting empty by the kitchen sink, ready for the next morning.
even his 'random' dates - which he truthfully took the whole day prior planning - were warm like the sun on a winter day. it was impressive, really ; the way he could keep a smile on your face the whole day by holding your hand as you walked through the beach and how he packed an extra sweater incase you got cold while playing with him in the snow.
hong joshua is apricity. from the way his eyes smile along with his mouth to the way he carefully thinks before speaking around anyone. hong joshua is apricity because he will always be the one you think of when you feel a familiar heat from the sun on a cold day - melting away the ice, just as he melts your troubles and moulds them into love.
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yoonsdoll · 2 months
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I miss yoon jeonghan and I miss writing.. 0 motivation hit SO BAD
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yoonsdoll · 3 months
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HI LAURA. are u alive and well!??????? i hope ur OKAY BYE
HI MINA!! jajahdjf im okay! unfortunately im rly busy and I have zero time to be on tumblr </3 also ive kinda just lost motivation LMFAO but as soon as I have some free time ill try to be a little more active. how about u!! how are you, what have you been up to? 🙈
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