#this vernon though...

[seokminfilm]

heaven can wait, vernon chwe

♫ pairing, vernon chwe x reader ♫ warnings, non-idol au, fluff, cursing, lawyer au if you squint (not important to the plot), vernon's an heir to a corporation, reader is wearing a dress but not described otherwise, vernon calls reader baby, kissing (making out), one mention of social anxiety ♫ synopsis, everything could wait when your boyfriend awakened something in you with the flash of a smile and a nice, straight suit.

♫ author's note, this is literally just me 1) making up the vernon birthday fic i had promised 3 days ago and 2) missing vernon's hair 😭 i saw a gifset on tumblr yesterday w vernon and his long brown hair he had in 2021 and sigh I just miss it bro...this fic is just really self indulgent ngl 🧍enjoy!!

♫ now playing, heaven can wait (michael jackson)

♫ word count, 553 | for @kstrucknet

"are you ready, vernon? we've got to leave now if we want to get there as early as your dad is asking us to!" calling to the bathroom, you smooth out the last wrinkles clumping in your dress as you pivot in the mirror.

vernon was speaking at his father's dinner party for the first time as the up-and-coming ceo of 'chwe law & co.' offices and had invited you as his plus one for the evening. as his girlfriend (and to vernon, his future wife), you had been the one to keep vernon on track today, reminding him of what was to come later this evening.

"vernon, we've got to go─" you sigh, turning away from the mirror just as the bathroom door finally opens. out comes vernon, dress shoes clicking against the wooden floor as he looks at you with that cute, familiar blank look on his face.

his suit is straight without wrinkles, the double collar perfectly sharp as the tie peaks from behind. he's glowing, and whether it's because he did his skincare like he had promised you he would start doing, or the shine of the lights on his soft skin, you couldn't tell.

"holy hell, vernon." you breathe out, too shocked to try to watch your language. vernon stares at you, the ghost of a frown on his face as he sighs.

"fuck, did i get the collar wrong?" vernon walks up to you, wide brown eyes sparkling like a puppy as you lift your hands up, running them over his shoulders as you shake your head slowly.

"no, vern. not at all," you whisper, studying him up close for the first time since you had seen him. his eyelashes are as long and pointed as ever, complimenting his brown eyes perfectly. vernon's hair is styled nicely too, with bangs complimenting the sharpness of his jaw.

"you look really good. if only i knew you could clean up this nicely." you tease quietly, too in awe of vernon's features to say anything.

vernon laughs, shrugging as he gets a good look at your outfit. "damn, you look really nice too. very pretty."

the compliment, however simple and overused it may be, made your heart do somersaults in your chest. vernon was a man of little words, so when he said things like this and looked at you like you had hung the stars in the sky, you melted on the spot.

"come here and kiss me, vernon. i need you," you sigh softly, and vernon does what you ask, walking up to you as he lets his hands fall to your hips without a second thought.

before you know it, your lips are on his and he's pressing into your body like you're the only thing he has left. your phones are buzzing in time with each other, but you're too absorbed in vernon's hands on your hips, his supple lips on yours, and the low groans he's letting out under you to even care to look. it was probably his mom and dad calling each of you to ask where you were, but they could wait.

anything could wait at this moment in time, when vernon was softly running his hands up and down your bare shoulders, long fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake.

anything could wait.

[incorrectsterekquotes]

allison: describe the pack boyd: found family, but the family you found fucking sucks

[twpromptsillneverwrite]

Isaac: What did you get in number 3?

Erica: You can clearly see we are not doing the assignment.

Derek (arriving): What are you doing at my place?

Isaac: I have nowhere else to be.

Erica: I know where you hide your junk.

Boyd: Erica asked me to come with her.

Derek: ...

Derek (sighing): Did you at least order dinner?

[takaraphoenix]

Me: I need more basement centric fics in my life :(

Also me: *just posted the latest chapter of my Steter fic, The Clever One, leading to Stiles, Boyd and Erica's abduction by Gerard*

Also me: *is gonna post a post-basement Stalion fic on Wednesday (The Demon Wolf's Distraction)*

Also me: *is gonna post a post-basement multi-chapter Stetopher fic next Saturday (A Spark Into a Flame)*

Also me: *is gonna post a post-basement multi-chapter Stetalion fic on the Saturday after that (The Alpha Pack's Spark)*

Yet, for some reason, still me: I need more basement centric fics in my life :(

[fallminlove]

[10:14]

It’s been really hard to keep it together for the past several days. You just broke up with your partner of several years, though it wasn’t a nasty break up, something, felt like it was missing.

You had to push your thoughts aside and continue on with your life, you still have to make ends meet, no matter how much you’re hurt.

By being around your coworkers you seem to be able to distract yourself a bit. The small talks with them, having your supervisor explain the new project, you were able to prioritize other tasks before your feelings.

Soon the workday ends, and on your way back to your apartment, the emptiness crawls back to your mind and body and almost takes possession of you.

Needing to shake this feeling off, you got off the next stop on the bus. The stop was by a local park, not too far down there were neighborhood of houses that each had their own quirks.

You walked into the park to wander around, looking at the greens and hear the birds chirp, no thoughts, what so ever.

But emptiness is so hard to get rid of, because what are you suppose to forget if there were nothing there to begin with?

You sat down on a bench, looking toward the sky. Tears starts welling up in your eyes, the feelings has to escape somewhere.

There was a boy in a snapback and some athletic clothing nearby, seemingly out on a run for his workout. You quickly wiped away the tears from your face and took several deep breathes, so you don’t make strangers worry for you in public.

Unfortunately this boy was no stranger.

The boy jogged closer to you and you recognized who this non-stranger was, “Vernon?” you called out, you weren’t sure if it was him since it’s been a bit since you saw him.

When you said his name, the boy gives a smile, “I thought I was seeing someone I knew! I think it’s been 8 years since we seen each other!”

“Right, ever since I moved I don’t think I saw you again,” you thought back at the memories you’ve had with Vernon. He was a childhood friend, whom also was your neighbor. After your family move to the other side of town, the two of you have lost connections.

While you were deep down in your memory lane, Vernon noticed your puffy eyes and slightly red nose and cheeks, “hey are you alright? You seem like you’ve been crying”

You flustered by his questioning and you hesitated for a bit, which to him seems like you didn’t want to answer, “it’s alright if you don’t want to tell me, but just want to know I’ll be here to listen if you ever need anyone”

You smiled and nodded, “thank you Vernon, something happened recently and I’ve just not been in the right place of mind… I will explain to you once I’m ready…” the words came out fragilely as if it can break from a slight touch.

Vernon took off one of his earbuds, and hands it to you, “I’m not good with my words for comfort… But I can share my earbuds with you?”

[romangf]

get his ass frank

[philtatosbuck]

daniel sharman and tposey's recent video really just reminded me that for every "the hale pack would've done so and so for stiles unlike his awful best friend" people claim, not a single member of that pack liked or trusted stiles more than scott after they actually got to know them, nor would they actually hate him on stiles' behalf (not that stiles hates him either. literally at all). and i'm including derek and isaac (who both defected to scott's pack btw), erica, boyd, jackson and cora

[nitrateglow]

I talk about what is potentially the weirdest movie Alan Arkin was ever in and that is saying something.

[lesbiancarat]

svt singing christmas songs at disney is so unserious bc why do they have them getting directions from chewbacca 🧍‍♀️

[wonwoosthetic]

and we shall… ask how is everyone feeling after that one clip in LALALI

I was going to answer like “I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific about which part” BUT THEN I SAW THE PIC

and Ehm… yeah… so… I don’t know about you all but I’m definitely not breathing anymore

I’ve watched the mv close to like 20 times now, I’m literally OBSESSED and you better bet I’m going to make it my entire personality😫😫

Mingyu just tiddies all out was SO UNCALLED FOR, YOU DO NOT want to know about the sound that left my body as soon as I saw him

BUT

can we also talk about:

Vernon and the ahjumas?!?!? ICONIC

HHU burning what looks like the old pledis building. We love it.

THIS RIGHT HERE?!?!?!?

What I would give to be in this sauna and I hate saunas

GANG LEADER WONWOO?!?!?!?!?

But more importantly:

MAN BUN WONWOO😫👏🏼😫👏🏼😫👏🏼😫👏🏼😫

And just the hhu being absolute cuties

Also: I love how even PopBase on twitter was at a loss for words 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[seokminfilm]

printer problems — vernon chwe

🤍 pairing, vernon chwe x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, fluff, loosely (and i mean LOOSELY) based on the tv show abbott elementary, first-grade teacher!vernon, kindergarten teacher!reader, vernon is whipped, coworkers to ???, lowkey flirting, svt members mentioned as teachers, cursing (vernon says like 4 curse words), awkward vernon ftw

🤍 summary, the seemingly untouchable first-grade teacher vernon chwe has a little (read: huge) crush, and it's on none other than the sweet kindergarten teacher (aka you)

🤍 author's note, i was scrolling on my 'for you' page on tumblr today and saw a post by @miniskirtmods talking about an abbott elementary au with vernon and i was instantly enamored with the idea 😭 yes i know nothing about this show BUT this was just too cute of an idea to exist SO here we are!

(psa: if you don't know about this show, no worries!! there are no references to the show in this because i know nothing about it and don't want to look stupid trying to know 😭 so just enjoy it as a teacher!vernon fic)

🤍 now playing, mutt (leon thomas)

🤍 word count, 924 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

vernon felt like a second-grader, taking his measly lunch of a turkey sandwich and ranch-flavored veggie straws to the teacher's table as he spied out the land.

("spying out the land" meaning trying to find a place to sit among the many teachers that made this underfunded school what it is.)

he could sit with fifth-grade teacher soonyoung who had a worrying obsession with tiger-print clothes, second-grade teacher joshua who all the staff thought was secretly gay, or maybe even third-grade teacher seokmin who also doubled as the school's event planner, music teacher and librarian.

(yes, they were that understaffed.)

all of those options paled in comparison to you, though—the new kindergarten teacher who everyone loved. you had gotten on everyone's good side in just a short time, and all of your students loved you, singing your praises as they went through the halls.

and vernon's in love with you—how? he doesn't truly know? why? well, he can list a hundred things, but over half of that list would make him sound desperate for your company.

(which wasn't all a lie, either.)

so, vernon, like the second-grade loser he feels like, awkwardly makes his way over to the end of the table where you sit, munching on carrots after dealing with a small disagreement between kids arguing about which sour patch kids flavor was better.

"hi, chwe." you smile, eyes meeting his for the ninth time today—not that vernon was counting or anything. that would be crazy.

...that would be crazy.

"hey," vernon tries his best to be nonchalant, throwing his boxed lunch on the plastic, slightly rickety table as he falls into his seat. his wire-framed glasses slide awkwardly down his nose as he looks down at the box, and he feels his cheeks heat up as you chuckle at him.

"your day been uneventful so far?" you ask sweetly, taking a bite of your salad as you watch vernon slowly. he unpacks his lunch, neatly arranging it before discarding his lanyard with his teacher id enclosed and wetting his lips.

"yeah, thankfully. i mean a kid did almost shit in his chair in my classroom, but that's nothing too new." vernon looks up at you through his eyelashes, admiring the sound of your pretty giggles. god, even your giggles were pretty.

"what about you? how's your day going?" vernon asks, finally taking a bite of his food as he watches you scroll on your phone. your hair falls in your face perfectly, obscuring most of your face except your pretty eyes as you return your gaze back to vernon. and that's the tenth time you've looked him in his eyes.

"it's going pretty good! we played with toys most of the day since the printer stopped working, and we—for some odd reason—we went and got the gym teacher to fix it." you say with a confused tone of voice, and vernon laughs to himself, trying to hide it.

that was very true—the school, being critically understaffed and underfunded (double wham), had a small circle of people who were assigned to do different things. mingyu, the gym teacher, was also the last-minute technician at the school.

"mingyu can't fix anything most of the time, let alone a fucking printer. i don't know why we still let him try to repair things." vernon laughs, and you shake your head, shrugging.

"i don't know, i think it's chivalrous for him to try to fix something, even if he doesn't know how to do it. it's cute, seeing him struggle sometimes." you smile down at your food, and vernon's smile fades just slightly, your words cutting like silly scissors.

vernon wasn't one for fixing things—he'd try to, sure, but as soon as he knew there was no use trying, vernon would stop.

mingyu, on the other hand, wasn't a quitter. he'd do what he did without fail, and whether it worked or not, he'd give it his best. and mingyu was cute while struggling to try to fix things? vernon might as well die, then.

who knew that vernon would ever want to switch places with mingyu? he'd do anything to have you talk about him like that.

"hey, i can fix your printer." before vernon is thinking, vernon is speaking, and he and all of his coworkers know how that ends.

you're staring at him with surprise in your soft, doe-like eyes, and god, vernon feels like he's melting on the spot. you're leaning in just slightly, fork in mid-stab as you eye vernon down. "you can?"

vernon knows he can't fix anything, let alone a whole printer, but with you staring at him like that, how can he say no?

"of course i can." vernon runs with the lie, shrugging nonchalantly and glancing down at his watch to quickly regain his composure.

"let me work on it after school. i'll stay late if you stay late." vernon feels a surge of confidence rush through him, and you smile, raising a playful eyebrow as you smirk at him.

"are you asking me on a date, chwe?" you say teasingly, and vernon's lithe lips part to reveal the prettiest smile you think you've ever seen.

"if you want to call fixing the school's rickety-ass printer after school hours a date, then yeah," vernon says with another shrug, and you nod, smiling as the bell rings, signifying the end of lunch. the two of you stand up, sounds of children filling the room loudly as you mouth: "it's a date."

[mumblelard]

one potato and also two potato a love story or manifestations of my familiar

boba just stood on the keyboard and deleted this entire post. i was able to control zed a big chunk of it back from the void and i am not going to contradict her will further by attempting to recreate the lost bits

[justleaf]

I had a little time to write over my extremely hectic holiday, and here it is.

Snippet He awoke all at once to a loud thump from his window. The first thing he reached for was his knife and the first thing he saw was a figure crumpled on his floor. Iorveth, he knew from instinct, from that gambeson. Iorveth in trouble.

Pairing Iorveth x Vernon Roche

Tags Injury Recovery, Confessions, Smut

Length 3,800 words

Read The Fourth Love on AO3

[feral-mouse]

Wanted to post some doodles I did a couple days ago 😊

Chrys belongs to @hurrl 😌

[woozi]

NAHHH CAUSE PERF U NEVER LETS ME DOWN!!!

[whatyourehungryfor]

*sees a lyric about grief and love and missing someone* how can i make this about jackieshauna