#vernon imagine

[kumawaii]

SHE’S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU | VNC

cw - manipulation, toxic behaviors, possessiveness, masturbation (m), voyeurism, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming

— for the anon who requested it!

∘₊✧─── 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 ───✧₊∘

bestie!vernon is always chill. you’ve seen him lose his composure a total of five times, but even then you can’t really say he lost lost it. it’s one of the reasons he’s become your safe space. and because that’s what he means to you, you always put him first.

it’s the same for him. bestie!vernon never hesitates to let you — and everyone else — know that you’re his top priority. he loves the feeling that comes along with being your number one. not only because he knows he can never do any wrong in your eyes, but because he can see the amount of affection you have for him every time he looks at you.

this all is horribly derailed when you mention that you’re going to start dating again. you’re excited when you tell him about the guy who happens to be a friend of one of his friends. bestie!vernon feels a bile rising up his throat when you go on and on about how he’s a sweet guy who gives you butterflies. it’s hard for him to put on a smile and act like he’s happy for you.

on the night of your date, you get a message from bestie!vernon asking if you can drop off the book he let you borrow. in spite of him never asking for anything back in the course of your entire friendship (he always let you use his things until you were done without any pressure), you don’t think it’s strange. so an hour before you’re meant to meet your date, you stop by his apartment.

you let yourself in with your spare key after he doesn’t answer your call. the apartment is quiet as you head for bestie!vernon’s room. his door is cracked open and you can vaguely make out his body laying on his bed.

just as you’re about to call out to him, you hear the prettiest moan ever. like a deer caught in headlights you stop just outside the door. now you have a clear view of bestie!vernon jerking off on his bed. your pussy gets wet instantly at the sight of his big, pretty cock. his eyes are screwed shut as he slowly fucks his hand.

it’s disgusting how long you stand there and watch. everything about what you’re doing is wrong, but you can’t look away. bestie!vernon is just so hot, and he sounds so cute as he pleasures himself. you can feel your panties start to stick to your cunt the longer you watch him. eventually, you decide that you have to leave because what you’re doing is sick.

you stop mid-step when you hear your name. it doesn’t sound like an i caught you call, but a fucking moan. bestie!vernon keeps whimpering and moaning your name, bucking his naked hips into his hand. you can’t believe it, and the turn of events has you so out of your mind that you act without thinking.

“vernon.”

your best friend lets out a surprised yelp when he hears your voice. his eyes get wide as he sits up and scrambles to cover himself. you’re incredibly turned on as bestie!vernon turns red, unable to meet your eyes. it’s silent for a moment. the air is thick and heavy with tension that feels like it might snap at any moment.

“i thought you were stopping by later.” bestie!vernon sounds so embarrassed, but you think it’s the cutest thing ever.

“your text said six.” you say, not taking your eyes off his poorly covered cock which is still oozing with precum.

“i-i swore i typed seven—” vernon stutters, finally looking at you.

something inside you snaps when you meet his embarrassed yet needy gaze. bestie!vernon lets out a deep groan when you pounce on him, lips messily colliding with his. you snatch his hands away from his crotch as you two fall back on his bed and bring them up to cup your tits. he moans into your mouth, gently squeezing as his tongue plays with yours.

when bestie!vernon is easing his cock into your dripping cunt, you’re already delirious. he starts fucking you with a rough precision you didn’t expect from him. he slaps your ass as it bounces back on his cock, already obsessed with the hot sight. his leaking tip is curving deliciously against your walls, leaving you a moaning mess.

“fuck. you have the prettiest ass ever.” vernon grunts as he kneads the two globes. he grips them tightly and starts to drag you back and forth on his cock until you’re screaming out his name.

you’re dripping all over his sheets, but you can’t feel embarrassed because he’s fucking you so good. no one’s ever gone as deep as him, and all you can do is moan like a pornstar. vernon doesn’t mind at all, though. in fact, he loves it.

“should’ve fucked you sooner, babe.” bestie!vernon says as he keeps slamming his cock into your tight little hole. “can’t believe i almost let him have you.”

you’re so close to cumming that you’ve completely forgotten about your date. somewhere in your hazy mind, you know you have to let him know you’re no longer coming. luckily, bestie!vernon knows you better than you do. he has your phone in his hands and is typing in your password before you can realize what he’s doing. for a fleeting second, he contemplates on sending a video showing exactly why you were going to miss the date, but the thinks better of it.

the squeal you let out when you see he’s called your date after he tosses your phone by your head is so cute and makes bestie!vernon fuck you harder. “tell him you’re not coming.”

your best friend’s voice is so dominant and rough that you gush all over his cock. he moans out your name as your cream completely coats his dick. your pussy is so sloppy that you can hear it all throughout the room, and when your would-be date picks up the phone, you wonder if he can hear it too.

“hey, i’m about to leave—”

“i can’t come.” you say, voice trembling as feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm.

“what? is everything okay?” he sounds so concerned, but all you care about is how vernon’s thick cock is splitting you open.

“y-yeah!” you cry out when bestie!vernon turns you until your laying on your side and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. “just can’t make it.”

there’s no way he doesn’t hear vernon’s moans and the wet sound of skin slapping, but you don’t care. all you want is to get filled up. so you abruptly hang up and start to meet the harsh thrusts making you see stars.

“fuck, vernon!” you toss your head back when he finds your sweet spot, abruptly cumming all over his dick. “cum inside me!”

that’s exactly what bestie!vernon does, stuffing you to the brim. he slowly fucks it back into you for a minute before collapsing next to you. he keeps his cock inside you as he pulls you against his body with a satisfied hum. you cuddle into him, sleepily telling him you want to fuck again when you wake up. he smirks when you hook a leg over his hip — a clear indication that you want him to stay inside you.

and he does. it’s what he deserves after all that he did to get to this place. bestie!vernon plans fell into place after telling you the wrong time on purpose and masturbating when he knew you were watching. the cherry on top was his performance of a lifetime; acting embarrassed when he was really turned on beyond belief. it was all worth it because now he’s the one with his cock and cum inside you.

[mingtinys]

" i am so proud of you "

pairing : hansol chwe x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : language

word count : 0.6 k

a/n : got a little carried away with this one , something about writing for vernon is just so fun

"I was thinking, why don't we go out tomorrow to that restaurant you really like? To celebrate and all."

"I'd really like that." You call back, glancing over at your boyfriend who is still busy washing dishes at the kitchen sink. Though he isn't looking directly at you, you can just make out the excited look in his eyes and the toothy grin gracing his lips. He's been like that since you told him about your promotion at work. Honestly, you didn't expect him to make such a fuss over it. It was a relatively small promotion, just a raise and a slightly higher title. But that sunny expression on his face could make someone think you'd hit CEO status.

"I'll make reservations after I finish up here." His words are barely audible over the running water. You're about to thank him when your phone buzzes to life beside you.

Incoming call from Boo Seungkwan.

Seungkwan? You think, narrowing your eyes at the screen. Why on earth could he be calling you and not Hansol?

"Hello?"

"Y/N!" His excited voice comes through the speaker. "You're not busy right?"

"Not really, no. Why, what's up?"

"I— well we all wanted to call and congratulate you on your promotion!" A chorus of voices flood your phone and you take it you're on speaker with the rest of the members.

"That's very sweet of you all, thank you." It's nice, having so many people in your corner cheering you on. "But how'd you know? I only just found out about it a couple hours ago."

"You're joking right?" It sounds like Chan. "Hansol won't shut up about it in the group chat."

"He talks about me?" You ask no one in particular

"Yeah, like an annoying amount." That's definitely Mingyu.

There's a short altercation on the other side of the call, probably Seungkwan trying to wrestle his phone back from various members. But you don't pay much mind, the warm feeling in your chest taking over all other senses. You let your gaze drift back to Hansol, who is now on his laptop, nodding along to whatever song is currently playing in his head.

"Just, give it here—! Sorry about that," Seungkwan's voice jolts you from a daze. "Anyways, we just wanted to give you our compliments. We'll let you get back to your night."

Good, because tears are already welling up at your lashes and you're not sure how much longer you can hold back the stitch in your throat. "I appreciate it, tell everyone I said thank you."

You hang up before Seungkwan can respond and promptly make your way to the kitchen. Hansol's nose is still buried in his laptop, eyes squinted as his fingers peck at the keys. "Okay," He says upon the realization of your presence. He hits the enter key rather dramatically. "Reservations are made and you're . . ." His words teeter off when he looks up, met with your tear-filled gaze.

He takes a beat. Brows furrowed and head cocked to the side. "–You're crying. Shit, wait— why are you crying?" Hansol panics. He rushes to you, taking your face between his warm hands. Holding you the way one would hold fine China. Carefully, his thumb comes to swipe a stray tear from your cheek.

"You tell your members about me?" You sniffle. Hansol's eyes go wide and his mouth opens and closes like a fish before he conjures up an answer. "Was I not supposed to?"

The pure concerned cluelessness in his voice makes you giggle and he seems to relax when he realizes he's not in trouble. "I just didn't know you bragged about me like that, it's sweet."

"I am so proud of you,"  Hansol speaks with unashamed sincerity. "Why wouldn't I brag about your accomplishments?"

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[bookyeom]

pairing: vernon x reader word count: 3.7k warnings: angst (she did it y’all!!!!), swearing, kissing, wet!vernon

Author’s Note: this fic is part of the Thirteen Valentines event, but can be read as a standalone! also, i would suggest listening to the song listed below to get a feel for the vibe of the fic, but it’s not necessary. Happy Birthday, Bononie!

kissing in swimming pools by holly humberstone

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

Vernonie [8:48pm]: finally back from dinner

Vernonie [8:49pm]: everyone’s gone btw, so i’ll come get u now?

Y/N [8:51pm]: yeye! Just text when ur outside 

You hear his car before you see it. 

His parents must have kept his old, beat-up car from high school for when he came back for the summer, you muse, and it makes you smile. You’d spent a lot of time in that car, listening to whatever new indie band Vernon had “discovered” that week, or eating take-out in the department store parking lot after hours, or your personal favourite: with the engine shut off at the lookout Vernon had discovered on his way home from work one day, tucked away from most of the world as the two of you reclined in his car seats and looked at the night sky. 

You used to wonder if it was there that you fell in love with him, but the truth is that you loved him long before he showed up at your door at 1am, eyes wide with excitement over his new discovery, and brought you there in your pajamas. 

You still have the hoodie he’d leant you that night in the closet of your childhood bedroom.

Tonight, you shut the door quietly behind you out of habit, twisting the knob so it doesn’t make a sound. You’re long past the days of sneaking out, but your muscle memory won’t quit. 

It’s been eight months since you last saw Vernon. You only came home for two days at Christmas, claiming you couldn’t take that much time off from your part time job, and had managed to avoid him. You had still needed the space from him, then. December had only marked four months since he’d broken your heart, and you weren’t sure at the time if you’d ever be able to look him in the eye again. 

The months after Christmas break had finally begun to heal you. Your new semester had started, and you had decided to dive headfirst into both academic and social endeavors instead of wallowing away in your dorm room. You’d finally made new friends, your grades had improved, and while it still hurt to see his name when it popped up across your social media platforms, it wasn’t all you thought about anymore.

Right now, you kind of can’t wait to see him.

“Hi,” you say, breathless, and when Vernon meets your eyes, you know you’re not breathless because of the jog from your front door to his car. 

He looks good. His hair is a bit longer, curling at the ends and falling softly across his forehead, and you think his shoulders have filled out. His jaw is just as sharp, eyelashes just as long, and you immediately wonder how you’d gone so long without him. 

“Hi, stranger,” he says, and you’re terrified that the sound of his voice might tear you apart — but it doesn’t. You hold firm, despite the sound of your heartbeat roaring loud in your ears. It hurts, but it’s a dull ache instead of the sharp pain you’re used to. Seeing him sends a wave of relief through you instead of the dread you’d been half expecting, and you can feel the tension in your chest ease just the slightest bit. You can do this. Because it’s Vernon, and because life sucks without him. 

You stare at each other for a few moments, and then he raises an eyebrow as if in a challenge, and you can’t help it. You break into a smile, and then you’re surging across the middle console and pulling him in for a hug. He laughs against your neck, and you know he’s just as happy to see you as you are him. The hand that was on the steering wheel finds your back, and your eyes fall shut. 

“I missed you,” you say honestly, and you swear you can feel him exhale.

“Yeah,” he says before squeezing you tight, once. Brief, but enough for you to feel it, to understand, as he adds, “Me too.”

You pull back. Vernon puts the car into drive as you click on your seatbelt, and you fall into an easy, comfortable silence as he begins to make the familiar way back to his place. 

When you texted him a few weeks ago, your hands trembling but determined, you hadn’t been sure what he would say. You hadn’t spoken in months.

For a while, you didn’t think you’d ever get over the rejection of last August, but a year away at university had done you good. It was full of distractions; you’d even had a couple of flings here and there. Vernon had texted you a bit at first, because you’d insisted that you were fine, but it had hurt to see his name show up on your phone. You had responded slowly, using any and all excuses to explain away the days that passed without you answering. You’d texted sparingly throughout the year on birthdays and holidays, and you knew he watched your stories the same as you watched his. You knew he knew the real reason why you were distant, but he never pushed. After all, he’d broken your heart, not the other way around. 

Eventually, you had recognized that the distance was helping, and conversations between the two of you had become even more sparse after that. It had been hard — one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do — but you’d needed the space. So when his response to your text a few weeks ago had come quickly and enthusiastically, a Vernon-esque “bet :)” in response to your ask to hang out when you got home for the summer, you had been so relieved that you’d cried. Though you’d known he would never hate you, deep down a small part of you had still been afraid that you’d pushed him away for good.  

The silence in the car tonight is comfortable, and you’re grateful. Vernon is tapping in tune to the beat on his steering wheel while you hum along in quiet contentment. After a couple of songs that you recognize play in a row, you turn to him in surprise. 

“Is this the playlist I made you for your birthday two years ago?” 

Vernon simply nods, eyes on the road as he makes a turn. “Yeah.” 

“Oh.”

Vernon laughs. “Am I not supposed to listen to it?”

“Just surprised me, that’s all.”

”Okay, weirdo.” 

The conversation moves on, but you don’t forget about it, even as you pull up to Vernon’s childhood home. 

It looks almost exactly the same. You follow Vernon up the steps and to the front door, through the foyer and to the kitchen where you used to help his mom prep for their summer barbecues. He tosses you a bottle of water wordlessly before he’s slipping out the back door without warning, and you trail behind without question. His peculiar mannerisms don’t faze you, even after all this time apart, and that realization brings you a warm sort of comfort.

As soon as you step through the back door and into the warmth of the summer evening air again, you can’t help but smile. This, too, remains unchanged. The heated pool with its blue and white tiled sides; the metal table with its umbrella, a single tip bent out of shape so that it sags just in one small part; the overgrown trees whose leaves spill over the sides of the wooden fence. You’d spent many days and nights here, too. 

You join Vernon, who’s already sitting on the edge of the pool with his legs hung over the sides. 

“Damn, you didn’t waste any time, Sol.” The nickname falls out before you can stop it. It’s been so long since you’ve been around him, since you’ve even let yourself think of him as anything other than Vernon. If he notices your slip up, he doesn’t say.

”It’s hot out,” he points out, simple. “Why wait?” He takes a swig of his own water bottle, and you’re smiling again.

You join him without further comment. 

Quiet settles between the two of you again, which would be fine if you weren't suddenly itching to ask him a million questions. How was his first year of university? How are his parents, his sister? Is his favourite food still carne asada tacos? Does he still only own t-shirts and jeans? Is he… seeing anyone?

Is he happy?

Had he really missed you?

“I’ll be right back.”

You’re surprised when Vernon gets up, barely missing you with the water he sends splashing as he does. But you don’t question him, your legs swinging back and forth in the water. You watch the underwater lights distort in the ripples you make, distracted by the simple movements and your racing thoughts. When you hear him re-emerge, you turn to find him with two towels in hand. Your eyes widen and you frantically shake your head.

“I didn’t bring a bathing suit, Vernon.” And I am not getting into that pool with you in just my underwear.

He pulls something out from under one of the towels, and you recognize it as one of his favourite band tees that he’s had for years. He raises his eyebrows at you, eyes twinkling in a teasing challenge, and you narrow your eyes at him. The smile on his face briefly sends you reeling back — back to before that night last summer when everything changed. Back to when he was just your best friend who liked to tease you for fun, who brought you your favourite ice cream every movie night, who took you to your high school graduation dance even though you knew he would have rathered gouge his eyes out with a spoon. 

Back to when you were in love with him, but he didn’t know yet. 

“Fine,” you say. “I’ll get in.”

He grins, and your chest does a little flip-flop. You forcefully ignore it as you take the shirt from his outstretched hand. He turns around to give you privacy, and you keep your eyes on his turned back as you remove everything except your underwear and his shirt. Though he’s grown up now and wears things that fit him better — you had noticed the bomber jacket in his backseat, and the t-shirt he’s wearing that fits him just right — he used to love things that were three sizes too big. The old, worn shirt just brushes your thighs, but you don’t have time to think anymore about it when he moves to pull his own shirt up and over his head. 

You watch the muscles in his back contract, and you swallow. Don’t go down this road again, you tell yourself. It’s just going to hurt like hell.

If you’re honest with yourself, you’re starting to wonder if you’d ever really strayed from that path in the first place.

Because when he turns back to you with raised eyebrows and a smile, when he pulls you with him by the hand, it hits you with as much force as the cool water you jump into. And when you resurface and your eyes find him already looking back at you, his hair sticking up every which way and water dripping from his lashes down onto his cheeks, it hits you again.

That you don’t know if there will ever be anyone else for you but him.

You turn away from him, running your hands through your hair, trying desperately to keep your cool. You feel like you’re being punched in the stomach, like that sharp pain you’d felt since last August had never left. You thought you were ready to see him again, and you had been so, so wrong. 

You can feel all those months of mending, of trying desperately to get over your feelings for him so you could have him back in your life — you can feel them as they slip away. 

“I’m sorry,” was all he’d said that night, and your heart had shattered into a thousand pieces. You could tell through blurry eyes that he was hurting, too, because he loved you, you knew he did. Just not like that. He hadn’t said anything else, even though it looked like he wanted to, and you just didn’t understand. You thought for sure that he felt the same, because he’d kissed you back, because you knew him just as well as he knew you. 

And it really felt like you’d healed. Just an hour ago, you’d even been excited to see him again.

You will yourself to breathe.

“Hey. I’m sorry I pulled you in with me.”

You don’t respond.

“Are you okay?”

You don’t answer as his voice breaks through your racing thoughts, your back still turned to him. 

“…Y/N?”

He sounds concerned, like he cares. You know he does — know that he always has. And it hurts.

You can feel the water moving behind you when you still don’t respond. You can feel it as he takes a step or two closer, and you can almost imagine the look on his face as he tries to figure out what he did wrong. You feel like you’ve been burned when he reaches for you, when his hand tries to find your arm to turn you back to him. You can hear his inhale when you flinch away, your skin on fire where his fingertips just barely brushed your shoulder.

He tries again, because he loves you. Because he loves you — but not like that. “Talk to me?”

Your eyes squeeze shut, and you take a deep breath. You know you have to face him in order to get through this, to leave here in one piece even if it’s by pretending. You have to. You don’t want him to know, don’t want him to know that you’re still the reason you can’t be close to him, that you still love him, that you probably never stopped. 

But when you turn to find him right there, find him so close, when you see that his eyes are full of worry, you can’t find a single word. He looks beautiful in the dim blue light of the pool, and it makes your heart ache.

“Y/N.” Your name is nothing but a whispered breath as he says it, his eyes locked so intently on your face that you suddenly feel warm all over despite the slight chill of the water. His gaze pierces through you, and you watch as it travels across your face, down to your lips, where it lingers. 

You’re not sure you’re breathing, not sure what to do, not sure how to possibly move on from what feels impossible. Why isn’t he moving away? Why is he so close? 

“I…” He tries again, eyes still on your mouth. Then he snaps his gaze up again. “I’m… I’m really happy that you’re here.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “You…”

“I missed you.” He looks hesitant before he says it, but he says it anyway, and your breath catches when you hear the tender, soft tone of his voice. It makes your head spin. “I really missed you. So much.” 

You take a steadying breath at the same time as he does. The air between you feels charged — charged with something you won’t let yourself name.

Then he’s stepping even closer, a hand lifting to your face, and you freeze. You can’t move — you don’t even know if you want to. You’re confused, but you don’t move, and all you can manage to say is a single word.

“Sol,” you caution.

He takes a deep breath in, and then he says, “You haven’t thought about it?” 

His hand is gentle on your jaw, thumb tracing lines back and forth across your skin. You feel goosebumps everywhere he touches. Your eyes search his, trying desperately to understand. You hate that you’re finding him extra hard to read right now — now, when you need to know what he’s thinking more than ever. 

“Thought about what?” Your voice is small, and you hate it.

Vernon’s other hand lifts to your face, tilting your chin up towards him. His eyes search yours as he speaks, his voice low. “Last summer.” He pauses. “Us.”

The words hit you like a truck. 

“What the fuck, Vernon?” You finally manage. You can feel the tears begin to well up, and you pull his hands away from your face. “Don’t you dare.”

He takes a step back, eyebrows knit together. “I’m sorry.”

You stare at him incredulously, frustration bubbling to the surface the longer you look at him. “Don’t be an asshole.”

He doesn’t say anything else, and all you can hear is the water gently hitting against the side of the pool. You frustratedly tuck a lock of wet hair behind your ear before crossing your arms.

“Why would you say that to me?” You’re hurt, and he knows it.

“I just…” He searches your face for a moment before he breathes out, “I think about you all the time. I miss you all the time.”

You can feel angry tears pricking at the back of your eyelids. You blink them away rapidly as you spit out, “You were the one who kissed me back and then pretended like nothing happened. You—“

“Would you have gone?”

You blink when he interrupts you, and it takes you a second to try and understand what he means. You wrack your brain, trying to figure out what the fuck he’s talking about. “What?”

“Would you have gone to school there if I had told you I loved you last summer? Or would you have chosen somewhere closer?”

You’re absolutely dumbfounded as you process what he’s saying. You’re blinking away furious tears, mouth agape as you try and settle on something to say. “Was that your fucking choice to make?”

“I was trying to make it easier for you. It’s your dream school.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. “What the fuck? I was in love with you, Vernon!”

“I was in love with you, too!”

The silence is deafening. You stare at him with wide eyes, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You wonder if he can hear it. Then you squeeze your eyes shut, your hands lifting to cover your face as you try and regain your composure. 

“I thought I was doing what was best for the both of us.”

His voice is quiet. You know he’s telling the truth. It hurts, but you know he’s being honest. That he thought he was doing the right thing. 

“I thought that maybe the distance would make it a little easier,” he continues, voice carrying softly across the water in the space between you. “But it didn’t. Not for me.”

Moments pass, and you realize you’re shaking. Your hands stay covering your face as you take deep breaths, waiting until you’ve recovered enough to say, voice low, “I have never been more upset with you than I am right now.”

He’s quiet for a moment before he responds. “I know, and I deserve it. I’m sorry that I made that decision for you. I really am. I shouldn’t have done it.”

You nod after a minute, after you force yourself to breathe, letting your hands fall from your face. You can’t look at him, though, eyes instead focusing on your fingers that begin tracing patterns in the water at your sides. “Okay.”

“And I'm…” He trails off, and you wait. He takes so long that you look up to find him looking at you, waiting, and something in his eyes has you stuck there. He searches your face, and then he says, “I’m sorry that I made you think that I don’t love you back. Because of course I do.” 

Your heartbeat has begun to roar in your ears again. “You do, present tense?”

Vernon freezes, eyes wide. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before he finally settles on something. “Shit. Sorry, fuck, I—”

“Is that a yes?”

He inhales sharply. “Yeah — yes. I don’t expect anything from you, though. I promise I’m not —“

“You are such a fucking idiot.” 

He doesn’t hesitate. “I know. I know. I’m—”

“I spent so long figuring out how to put myself back together,” you say softly, and he cuts himself off. You can feel tears pricking at the back of your eyelids again. “Without you.” 

Vernon’s shoulders sag, and he nods, looking down at the water. “Yeah.” 

Your breath catches before you steady yourself and you say, “It’s literally always been you, Sol. Even though you’re a fucking idiot.”

His eyes are wide when they shoot back up to meet yours. You inhale a shaky breath, watching as he waits, unsure. 

“It’s still you,” you add quietly, and you’re certain that you hear his breath catch.

“I’m in love with you,” he breathes out before you can say anything else. “I love you back. I did then, and I do now, and I’m sorry I didn’t say it before. I wanted to, I swear. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I’m…” He trails off, a hand running through his hair as he finishes, “I’m just really fucking sorry.”

“I believe you,” you say softly, because you do. You believe him, and you’re not sure your heart has ever beat this fast. Because he loves you — the same way that you love him. Vernon looks down at the water again, and you think you can see the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks as he thinks. “Sol?”

Your soft voice makes him look up. He still looks uncertain, like he doesn’t know what he’s allowed to do. 

“Come here?”

You’re in his arms so fast you can barely process. He’s hugging you so tight against his chest that you can feel the warmth of him through your wet t-shirt, and it sends shivers down your spine. He doesn’t say anything else as he holds you, and neither do you. Your arms are wound around his neck, and you can feel the way his nose nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder. 

You pull back, your hands finding either side of his face. He blinks, slowly, taking in every part of you in the same way that you’re taking in every part of him. You brush away a stray drop of water that falls from his hair down onto his forehead, and you’re certain you’re dreaming. He’s so beautiful, a perfect juxtaposition of sharp edges and soft lines, so… Vernon. 

And he’s gazing at you like you hung all the stars in the sky — because he loves you, in the same way that you love him. 

For the second time in a year, you kiss him first.

A/N: thank you so much to everyone for all the love on the other fics so far :) Here’s the sixth of our Thirteen Valentines in honour of Bononie’s birthday. Please please please reblog if you can to spread the word, and check out the Thirteen Valentines masterlist! If you want to be added to the taglist, send me a message :) Your kind comments and reblogs don’t go unnoticed, I promise.

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[icyminghao]

bf!vernon thoughts

pairing: vernon x gn!reader genre: fluff warning(s): none

requested by anon: what are your thoughts on bf!vernon i miss him so much

thinking about bf!vernon who expresses his love for you through simple gestures. he’s constantly looking out for you, like covering the sharp edges of a table when you walk way too close to it for comfort, or wiping your mouth for you when you get sauce around your lips, he just loves looking out for you in his own little way.

bf!vernon who’s a homebody, but would agree to go anywhere you want with you in a heartbeat. you could be suddenly going bungee jumping bc you saw it on tiktok and it looked fun and he’s going with you, no questions asked.

bf!vernon who usually wouldn’t be the one initiating skinship but would absolutely love it when you initiate physical contact with him in any way. he’ll be smiling softly as you hold hands and walk down the busy street, yearning for the feel of your hand in his again if you let go to do something.

bf!vernon who flusters you without even trying. you’d be minding your own business resding a book and you’ll look up to see him with the most intense gaze directed at you, and when you ask why he’d just tell you you looked beautiful. also likes to lean really close to you when talking to you (he literally has no idea how flustered you get when he does it, he just does it out of habit)

bf!vernon who would hate it if you called him ‘bro’. as much as he is bro-coded, he would literally not have it if you ever accidentally called him bro. “oh, am i your bro now?” is what he’d say, and you’ll have to pepper his face with kisses and drop the cheesiest nicknames for him to start smiling goofily and forgetting about the whole thing.

bf!vernon who probably has a mixtape with songs curated for you (your favourite songs, songs he thinks you’d like, songs that remind him of you). he’d probably gift it to you on a special day, and would want you to listen to it while he’s around so he can see your reaction (you absolutely love it, of course)

bf!vernon is literally the epitome of lovesick, he adores you so much and would stare at and admire you for forever if he could.

a/n: my revenge bedtime procrastination time lately has just been thinking of bf!seventeen this is a little concerning

masterlist

[haoluvr]

needy

request? yes, prompts below

#4- “aw baby, why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve helped you”

#65 - “if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up”

contains: sub!vernon, dom!reader, instructional masturbation, whiny!vernon, phone sex, edging

today was one of the rare moments where you and vernon weren’t sleeping under the same roof. you were in your apartment while he was staying at his dorm since you lived far and he had quite the busy schedule recently.

you were sleeping peacefully through the night until your phone started ringing, you tried to ignore it, but every time the ringing would stop it’d start right over again.

you finally flipped over and grabbed your phone, seeing vernon’s contact name on the screen you lazily slid the answer button and waited for him to talk.

all you heard was a soft, “hey, y/n,” you waited for him to keep talking but nothing more came.

“hey baby, is something wrong?” you asked sleepily, something had to be up for him to call you in the middle of the night.

“no, nothing, just wanted to… talk.” he mumbled, his voice slightly strained which made you worried.

you checked the time on your phone and sighed.

“vernon, it’s almost 3 in the morning, why’d you call me?” you asked, slowly feeling more awake as you continued to talk.

all you could hear on the end of the line was his heavy breathing as you continued to talk, “i know we didn’t talk all day but you could’ve called me tomorrow morning, when i’m awake,” you emphasized.

as you kept talking his breaths gradually became louder until you heard a whimper slip from his lips, making you halt your words.

“are you seriously touching yourself right now?”

his breathing quickly went silent and he started to stutter, not being able to form a coherent sentence, leading you to talk again.

“if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up.” you said sternly, suddenly very awake now that you knew what your boyfriend was doing on the other end of the line.

“no! no i just…” he whined, “i didn’t get to talk to you all day and i needed you…” he said shyly, you could already imagine the blush that was rising on his cheeks.

“you wanted to play?” you asked, hearing him hum on the other side you continued, “so instead of asking me nicely you decided to wake me up in the middle of the night and jerk off like a little slut?” you asked, your voice sounding like venom.

he whimpered on the other end and you could tell he was starting to touch himself again. he always got needy when you were being a little mean to him.

“take your hand off your dick.” you said sternly, being met with a loud whine of protest from the other end, but he knew better than to disobey you.

“but please! i’ve been so hard all day it hurts,” he then lowered his voice to a whisper, “i can’t cum without you.”

you could tell he was embarrassed and being painfully honest and you felt bad for the poor guy.

“aw baby, why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve helped you,” you cooed, knowing full well you would’ve dropped what you were doing if you got a call or text from your precious boyfriend.

hell, even now you’ve stopped sleeping just to help him jerk off at 3 in the morning.

“i knew you were busy…” he said with a sigh, “‘m sorry i couldn’t make it til tomorrow, i couldn’t sleep,” his voice was quivering while he spoke, you could tell how desperate he was.

“it’s okay baby, you’ve been a good boy,” you praised, sitting up against your headboard as you began to guide him.

“start touching yourself again, okay?” you coaxed, listening to him hum in agreement as soft sighs slipped out of his lips once again.

“now play with your pretty nipples,” you ordered, “pinch them just like i do…” you cooed.

another moan from vernon.

“it feels better when you do it,” he whined, missing your touch.

“i know baby, just focus on my voice, okay? i’ll touch you as much as you want tomorrow,” you explained in a soft voice, wanting to make him feel comfortable.

you continued to guide him, telling him when to stop, slow down, and speed up. and all you were met with was deliciously moans and begs, begging you for more, begging for you to let him cum.

“stop.” you ordered, another ruined orgasm for vernon and he cried out. it was probably the fourth of the night and you were feeling like finally letting up.

“tell me how you’re feeling, baby,” you said with a smile, “describe your pretty cock to me,” you teased, knowing that he hated using his words, always feeling embarrassed.

“wanna cum so bad,” he babbled, “hurts so bad… please,” he whined, “‘s all red and messy, ‘m so hard,” his voice cracked and you could tell he was crying just a little bit.

you were surprised by his words, they were probably the most vulgar words that he had ever uttered to you. he was most definitely fucked out, just focusing on your voice and his own pleasure.

“you poor thing,” you giggled, “you can touch yourself again,” you whispered, “go as fast as you want, i want you to cum for me.” your voice was smug, knowing you could make a boy like him crumble so easily for you.

you could hear the wetness of him fucking his hand through the phone, the lewd noises even made you feel things as his voice grew louder.

“i can tell you’re close,” you hummed, “be a good boy and cum for me, alright?” you continued to speak praises through the phone, telling him how good he was doing, knowing he loved your voice that much.

soon enough you could hear him come undone, cries that he tried to muffle but ultimately couldn’t. your name being the most prominent word that he managed to utter until he began to come down.

his breathing leveled out before he spoke again, “thank you…” he whispered quietly. you just hummed in agreement, wishing you were there with him.

“next time just tell me if you want something, okay?” you teased, shuffling around in your bed. it was now 4 in the morning.

“okay… i’m sorry,” vernon apologized again, feeling guilty as he sat in his room, stomach and hand covered in his own cum.

“mhm, just go clean up, i’ll see you tomorrow,” your finger hit the red end call button after you said your good nights and you were right about to shut off your phone once more before you got a notification.

[vernonie] 4:02am: (attachment 1 image) wish you could help me clean up :(

[lee-aveyourmark]

pov: you're doing grocery shopping with seventeen - maknae line

∘.∙°. masterlist Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, public affection

A/N: For legal reasons, some of this is a joke. I don't mean to undermine any of the members, so please don't misread my writing :)

mingyu Efficient. Knows what he needs to buy before entering the store, but is also flexible in changing his shopping list or meal plan if the store doesn't stock certain items. Is not afraid to ask store clerks where certain items are. Ends up inadvertently flirting with the aunties, and it takes a foreign hand on his bicep for him to quickly say his goodbyes and run back to you, whining and burying his face into your neck. Wine is a must-add to the cart. There's often a request from Seungcheol for a certain snack. Mingyu is reluctant in gratifying his hyung, and that reluctance quickly transforms into jealousy when you drop the requested item into the basket with indifference. Definitely needs you to hold his hand and stroke his hair for the next five minutes before the jealousy can dissipate.

the8 LIkes to shop at Chinese grocery stores as much as possible, since his culinary range is probably largely Chinese. You can often find this man in the tea section, browsing new leaves for his next tea ceremony and meditation session. There'll most likely be a mala-flavoured item that ends up in the cart. Enjoys introducing you to all the different spices frequently used in northern Chinese cooking and giggles at your cute pronunciation of their names. Also enjoys making conversation with the grandpas that compliment your relationship and- wait, is that Jun? You don't recall being told that he was going to be here. Oh, and now you're being sidelined and thirdwheeled as Jun drags Minghao to check out the newest instant ramen on offer.

dk Giggles, blushes and twirls his hair around his finger every five seconds because, omg, you're out buying groceries with him - how domestic! Absolutely adores taking photos of you doing literally whatever at the store - looking at items, picking items up, eating samples, pushing the cart - he's capturing it all. Tries so hard to control himself when seeing you strolling down the aisles in his oversized hoodie, but fails miserably as his lips make contact with your cheek. As our resident ray of sunshine, this man will buy food based on how cute the packaging is. I'm talking bright colours, funky fonts, and baby animal mascots. Will also choose the odd-shaped fruits and vegetables because they're "quirky" and he feels a little sorry for them.

seungkwan Is an absolute sweetheart to all of the elderly ladies slowly pushing their carts through the store. Makes conversation with them and helps them pick items off shelves that are too high for them. Also is super sweet to the children, complimenting them and playing with them. He's always closely inspecting the health foods on offer, but looks forward to seeing the pastries from the bakery next door to the supermarket. When you offer to buy him some, he adamantly refuses, makes the excuse that he was just browsing and then complains about his diet under his breath. The excitement lit across his face when trying the weekly cookie menu is something that you'll never get sick of, and you make sure to bring him grocery shopping more often.

vernon What is Chwe Hansol doing in the grocery store with you? Honestly, he's asking himself that too because this man has zero experience. The assistance he attempts to provide is based on information from the internet, and I'm talking about WikiHow articles on buying bread. Uses logic to the best of his abilities, helping to choose items based on price point. However, logic doesn't get him very far when you're asking him which brand would taste the best. Will internally freak out if you leave him in the queue to grab something, and will need a breather when you return to the line with the loaf of bread that you forgot. Always has music on, so you'll need to give him a good shake of his shoulder to grab his attention.

dino Our maknae can cook, but that doesn't translate into having sense regarding grocery shopping. If he can't track you down amongst the aisles, there's a high chance of him calling another member for help. Particularly, he'll likely call a 95-line hyung with the expectation of them fulfilling their hyung role. Alas, I'm not entirely sure if Seungcheol, Jeonghan or Joshua knows whether a three-dollar cucumber is a bargain or not. Is extremely confused when you're walking around slapping watermelons like Seungcheol would his ass amidst dance practice. Honestly, just very confused but also very curious and willing to learn lots on how to select the freshest produce so that he can impress you with a tasty homemade dish one day.

[mixtapedoh]

vernon as highschool crush pls for lonely boy 🧍‍♀️

vernon my bestie beloved bastard ♡ you really are requesting for the people, lindsay.

;༊ — lonely boy

pairing: hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader genre: fluff, high school au word count: ~3.3k warnings: language, mild threats among friends, a lack of originality (but perhaps ameliorated by an understanding of the conventions of trope?)

olive's notes: firstly, hahaha.......... pretend like this wasn't something you sent me actual months ago.... and pretend like i gave the prompt the justice it deserves....... shhhhhh, i answer things in a timely manner and can still be considered a tumblr writer. secondly, this is quite glaringly based off of and colored by my memories of high school, so expect United States education system nonsense <3.

☄. *. ⋆ hansol vernon chwe x high school crush.

— the hardest thing about crushing on this fucker is that he's everywhere

simultaneously the biggest cryptid in the whole student body (if you had a nickel for every time your journalism teacher asked: "has anyone seen hansol this week?" to absolute crickets you'd be able to pay for at least 2 years of college) and also the most social person to ever grace your high school halls, hansol was everywhere all at once, and contradictorily, nowhere when you sought him out.

you wanted to avoid seeing him because of something embarrassing you were sure he had noticed? bam. right there beside you, sitting on the same row of auditorium seats for the assembly.

you wanted to catch a glimpse of him while the both of you were assigned to photograph the basketball game? viola. gone, nowhere to be seen; and yet your friend will tell you later that he was there the whole time, snapping the best photos of boo seungkwan's legendary 3-pointers (which you certainly hadn't missed, so where had he been??).

— yes, having a crush on hansol vernon chwe was exhausting. there was no way to save face — trust hansol to be there at your worst hours (like that chemistry presentation where the color palette you used for your PowerPoint was too light for the old projector screen to show properly, and so you half of your graphics were unreadable, inspiring your professor to dock 10 points, despite that fact that when you pulled it up on a computer screen - or any other device that wasn't an old ass projector at least 15 years out of date - the graphics were just fine and the detail above required). it didn't matter the specifics of the occasion, it was simple fact you'd always somehow manage, in your darkest moment, to look out and see hansol — always a kind smile, with something encouraging in his eye, despite, but still horribly, embarrassingly, and irrevocably present.

— and then, as it if weren't bad enough, hansol vernon chwe had the absolute gall to be unbothered, unfazed, unable to be rattled or shaken in any way, by comparison.

oh sure, you'd seen him cringe before at him friend's (mostly kwon soonyoung's) antics; you were familiar with the way vernon expressed any and all emotion with the whole of him — his every muscle tensing and twisting in a way so visceral and real, you could feel embarrassed, too, by just looking at him — but the envy was this: it was never at his expense that such feelings would arise. vernon was never embarrassed because of something he did or caused or felt. his life was far too chill and unbothered for that. others could be embarrassing around him, but all of his actions flowed so smoothly — rolled over the shoulders of everyone else.

the closest he'd ever get was doing something explicitly stupid just for the enjoyment of others. but, the catch was this: they enjoyed it !!!! it was funny and not cringe worthy !!!!! the net effect was positive.

it was infuriating. sometimes you weren't sure if you wanted to kiss hansol or strangle him with your bare hands.

— but let's take things back to journalism.

— because of course he took journalism.

not exactly the most exalted of the journalism students or anything, hansol was mostly known for his opinion piece articles and, of course, availability and willingness to go to any school event to take pictures and help fill in the blanks of the article anyone was writing.

he had friends in any and all school functions and events. from sports to musicals, science fairs to choir recitals, you could say, "is anyone going to this very obscure and random FBLA presentation?" or "did you know that the coding club is going to be attending an event at another high school this saturday?" and hansol would immediately perk up, pull out one of his headphones and go, "yeah, i'm gonna check it out. did you need a ride?"

— and it was because of that — his being everywhere, inescapable and offhandedly thoughtful, open and so easily warm — that these pesky feelings even started, in the first place.

— just when it happened is perhaps inconsequential (in all actuality, it likely started before your journalism daily exposure, just slowly, more of an itch at the back of your mind than the brash insistence it was, now) but it was definitely the fault of journalism. maybe that band and orchestra festival in 11th grade where you went with hansol to do a write up on all the high schools attending (placing undue emphasis on your high school's multi-talented band leader, lee jihoon, who could play half the instruments in the room), or maybe that series of debate tournaments you both covered in 11th grade, or when the two of you took over the baseball column that same year and when the heatwave spiked early, vernon would attend each game in sleeveless tops, always with an extra ball cap in tow since you would (conveniently, perhaps?) forget one of your own and the sun made it impossible to see what was happening, beyond.

yes, just when it hit was neither here nor there, because at the end of the day, the problem remained: you were hopelessly down bad for one hansol vernon chwe. fuck.

— and you couldn't escape him if you tried.

and trust me, at one point, try, you had.

— after all, at the beginning of your senior year, you somehow ended up being in the same spanish class as him and his friend joshua, and after a whole year (and subsequent summer break, when your journalism teacher found an opportunity to have a section of the city newspaper be dedicated to "the youth of journalism," and weekly, your journalism club was able to publish in the city newspaper) of crushing on hansol with a vehemence perhaps concerning, you knew you couldn't handle having to have embarrassing debates, conversations, and role play scenarios with him.

in perhaps two weeks you were in the counselor's office, exploring alternate class blocks. in the end, you were stuck in a ceramics course instead of your preferred electives, but at least when the unit on "la familia, el amor y todo lo interpersonal" came up, you were role playing as a couple alongside jeon jungkook, who couldn't stop making you wheeze with laughter from his overextention of the r at every available chance, rather than your crush, hansol.

(all it would have taken was one "te extraño" from hansol through your fake hand phones to absolutely floor you. someone call the school nurse, you're fallen and perhaps can never get back up again.)

— so you avoided him there, and even before that, during your junior year, you had mostly eaten off campus on your second schedule days when you and hansol had the same lunch hour and the risk of running into him at a time potentially embarrassing was at an all time high, seeing as nowhere was safe — the social butterfly he was, hansol managed to have business in every hallway of the school. not a single area was risk free.

yeah, junior year really had just been a mess of emotions you hadn't wanted to name, and so instead, elected to pointedly ignore. you were glad to say that while spending your hard earned money to eat out 2-3 times a week was a bit of a low, you had solidly moved out of that phase of your life by spring that year, and could stomach the risk of Being Seen by someone who had captured your attention so strongly.

and yeah, even though you had a bit of a backslide when changing spanish classes senior year (which could be chalked up to self-preservation, truly), you had solidly moved past that whole Avoidance Stage of your Crippling Crush on One Hansol Vernon Chwe.

— so hansol couldn't be avoided. that much was abundantly clear. and you had to interact with him in journalism and (god willing) be normal while doing so, and luckily, while all that exposure didn't exactly desensitize you to his overwhelming charm, admirable confidence, infectious smile, endearing jokes, comfortable aura, and oh so beautiful eyes, it had forced you to just,,,,,,, accept some things.

— accept that you had a raging crush on hansol, but that it could be managed... so long as none of your mutual friends found out.

— you were pretty sure that wonwoo knew, but at least he was ✨subtle✨ and generally checked out of things like that. genuinely, he could not care less, and so he made it no one's problem. you could probably tell him your most rancid, vulgar thoughts, and he would just file it away in his mind as: "nasty shit i can never unhear" and go about his day. compare that to your other mutual acquaintance, seungkwan, and well...

— but for the most part, it seemed that senior year was inching away, another year with a crush on hansol, and another year where you didn't say a damn thing and refused to leave anything close to a hint for him to pick up on.

— but mercy didn't exactly exist for you, now did it.

— the horrible series of Epic Fumblings and Incriminating Moments began in october, when hansol and joshua decided to make a podcast to convince the school that an AV club could be a fun addition to the roster of School Sanctioned Clubs (an idea they really should have had back in august

— the horrible series of Epic Fumblings and Incriminating Moments began in october, when hansol and joshua decided to make a podcast to convince the school that an AV club could be a fun addition to the roster of School Sanctioned Clubs (an idea they really should have had back in august — you know, when clubs were first getting registered and students were accosted in the hallways with club information slapped on astrobrights with strong ~graphic design is my passion~ presentation)

they had needed someone tech savvy enough to get them the podcast equipment and teach them how to use it (and just,,, do all the technical aspects for them 🥺👉👈 pwetty pwease 🥺👉👈 we're just silly boys who want to talk about random shit but are trying to pass it off as being Constructive in Some Sense so that it looks good on college applications) and so obviously their search had sent them in the way of wonwoo, who only seemed to have free time on the exact day and time you two would joint study for your college level government and politics course.

so of course he asked if the two of you could move your study sessions to a different location (he swore he could multitask? okay overacheiver) so that he could both study with you and help the stupidly handsome hansol and joshua with their brilliant podcast idea.

and of course, you'd forget the first time and wonwoo would conveniently not answer his texts for 20 minutes, allowing for the most embarrassing stage of him finally picking up his phone (on speaker?) to you yelling "jeon wonwoo, i will personally castrate you and throw it in the ocean so you can be eaten alive by the creatures birthed from the subsequent sea foam if you don't come to the library to study right now. i have been waiting for 20. minutes. where are you?" and hansol and joshua would hear you. and have the gall to laugh.

and of course wonwoo wouldn't even give you the grace of not having to show up to his house (your new study location) to study for the day. in fact, hansol gave him the brilliant idea of threatening to train an eagle to peck at your liver daily - not eating it fully, just put in it's beak and twist the flesh. since you can't grow another liver overnight, of course. don't you just love mythological punishment.

(and that wouldn't be the end of the embarrassing podcast adventures, either. the time shua cajoled you into being a special guest????? truly, you dodged a bullet not being in spanish with that fool. he's impossible to refuse and the worst of it was that he knew it.)

— or what about the december gift exchange in journalism?? that was certainly not your finest moment, trying to get chaewon to change names with you so that you could gift something to hansol (something lady luck had never granted you despite all the blood, sweat, and tears you sunk into this journalism group of yours), and he heard you, mid-conversation.

seungkwan had told you hansol had been talking about it later, and you quite literally saw him connect the dots in slow-motion as he recounted the story. "y/n, do you have a crush on hansol????" it would have been bad enough that he practically yelled the accusation in the stands of the football field, but then he had the gall to triumphantly gasp and break into hysterical laughter upon your clear embarrassment at being caught. it was during lunch! you're shared lunch break with hansol! who knew where that fucker was! he probably saw the whole exchange!

(in the end, chaewon didn't change names with you (she traded with some other journalism traitor so she could gift to sakura) and even though hansol didn't have your name, he got you something regardless, saying it was thanks for putting up with he and shua stealing wonwoo during your (once peaceful) study sessions. you had decided against getting him a gift regardless, and so you had to awkwardly seek him out during winter break to shove a poorly wrapped box in his hands, with a mumbled apology for your tardiness in gifting, something he pushed away cooly, as expected (but were those red ears of his from just the cold, alone?).)

— and then, well, once everyone came back from winter break and seungkwan knew of your crush on hansol... school became less a Place of Learning and more a Viscous Time Loop of Shutting Seungkwan Up Before He Spilled The Beans.

kicking him under the table. threatening his livelihood. slapping a hand over his mouth on one occasion because seungkwan couldn't take a joke and his retaliation of choice was calling over hansol right there and then and forcing you both to awkwardly sit in the bitter soup of Revelation.

— and then there was february. oh, february. how easy it is to loathe february.

— it was already hard enough getting through the embarrassment of valentine's day themed fundraising — every year, your literature teacher (who oversaw the student body officers — that first exposure to the cruel reality of rigged elections, a popularity win if there ever was one) offered extra credit for students who volunteered time to help the sbo's with their silly little business venture of "roses for $3, sugar cookies with shocking pink frosting for $2, heart suckers for $1, sonnets written by the creative writing and theatre kids for $7.

every year you volunteered for some reason or another - maybe your grade needed it, maybe you were doing sbo president seungcheol a favor because no one signed up, maybe you were following the stupid advice of seokmin and were doing it for the plot (code for: please don't leave me alone at the stand, i will buy you all the sugar cookies you'd like, just don't consign me to spending my lunch break in this particular layer of hell in solitude). this year was no different in you signing up to do time, but seungkwan sure was different, asking you every day if you managed to see if vernon sent anyone something (he had — soonyoung had convinced him to pitch in to send jihoon 16 sonnets, to be read aloud in the middle of class). if he had sent you something (he hadn't).

but when you got an anonymous rose sent to your 2nd class of the day, with a cryptic note attached, your friends wouldn't let you live it down all week. (who had sent it, though? they would have had to be very strategic as to when they placed the order — you had certainly never seen one for yourself in your daily exchange of goods, and seokmin was suspiciously tight lipped about the whole thing (very uncharacteristic of him — who had the ability to buy dk's silence, and better yet, how had they done it???)).

— yes, valentine's day was bad enough. but to add to the mix was always hansol's birthday. last year you'd gotten him a gift since you had worked quite a lot together during that month, and it just felt... normal. comfortable. something kind to do that wasn't weird in anyway. but these days, facing hansol was almost as embarrassing as it had been during junior year when you avoided the mere sight of him like seeing him smile would end in you contracting the plague.

as the day inched ever closer, you were seriously considering missing the day entirely. taking the day off. pretending to be sick. but that wouldn't get you out of seeing him the day after. and the day after that.

perhaps fleeing the country would be a totally normal reaction and solid plan.

— and then joshua invited you to hansol's surprise birthday party.

well. at least that cleared up whether you should get him a gift or not.

— to say that, at that moment and for the subsequent days afterward, were overthinking the whole thing would be to extremely understate reality.

you were about to pop a blood vessel over this shit.

wonwoo was invited, too (how charitable of them. making sure there'd be someone there to scrape you off the floor when you inevitably discovered the power of self combustion) and it was rather comical to see the two of you: cool and calm wonwoo, and you with the internal dialogue of WHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHA

all holding a cute little gift between you.

— and the surprise birthday party really was a Legitimate, 5-Star, Genuine Quality, Surprise Bona Fide™ - a success by all measures. a shock in more ways than one: a surprise for hansol who had no idea the party was happening in the first place, getting called over for what he expected was a casual videogame night; a surprise for lee chan, somehow, when he saw that shua got you to come 15 minutes before show time to help blow up balloons - a shock so big he started to say something with a wild grin and was immediately dogpiled by mingyu, junhui, and hoshi; a surprise for all the friends amassed when you proved to be quite adept at party games like their incredibly convoluted version of mafia; and a surprise for you, later that night, when hansol offered to take you home

— the two you decided to stop at an empty playground before parting ways and see who could jump farther off of the swings. he won by a wide margin, but you had the skinned knees to prove your effort and the memory of hansol laughing so hard he could barely breathe — his smile so wide it could've filled you completely, banish any longing from your chest for a moment of unique closeness and bliss — and perhaps that was a consolation prize, enough.

but then you and hansol were on the swings again, seeing who could tighten the swing chain the most and spin the longest, and between the motion blur, you heard hansol admit defeat and when the swing stopped, his face was all too close to yours to shrug off as friendly, and his hands were holding the swing chain on either side, and when he spoke soft and low to crown you the victor, you kissed him.

and the biggest surprise of the night was when he kissed you back.

☄. *. ⋆

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[seokgyuu]

heyyy hope you're having a good day

so imagine meeting Vernon's family for the first time. you were so nervous but his parents were really nice so you felt comfortable instantly, But as you had been tense for days you felt the need to get off, so when he showed you his childhood bedroom you needed him to fuck you right then and there. As y'all know Vernon is disciplined and wouldn't want you to misbehave either. but he finally agreed when you begged (how can he resist you) he didn't want you to make a sound tho... soo wall sex with Vernon in his childhood bedroom with his fam outside?

hii omg yes, thank you! I hope you are having a great day too!!! <3

interesting that you came to me about vernon since he is still up in challenge me and i haven't written anything about him yet BUT... i love it, hehe.

So, as a thank you for this, find a little bit more under the read more... hehe.

PAIRING: Vernon x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: begging, slight degradation, use of pet names (baby, slut, whore), doggy, dirty talk, creampie

WORDCOUNT: 620

"You really are insatiable, aren't you, baby?" Vernon chuckles behind you. His body is pressed against yours, your breath stuck in your throat as you feel his member throb inside of you. He hasn't moved since he entered you, your hips wiggling, but he doesn't let you go. Instead he kisses your neck, sucks on the sensitive skin. Both of you are aware his family is outside. Both of you know it's risky. And yet, how could he ever say no to you, especially when you begged him to fuck you? Just the words alone: "Vernonie... I need your cock, please just fuck me, I'll be quiet!" had already been it for him.

"P-Please," you whined now, tears pooling in your eyes. Your boyfriend smirks against your skin, one hand that was holding you against the wall before now moves down and to your front, thumb pressing down on your sensitive clit.

"Really think you can take it? And be quiet, my little slut?" You nod rapidly and Vernon licks his lips before he finally does his first thrust, having you gasp. Your walls clench around him and he presses his face against your neck, hips now not able to stop from fucking into you. When he hears your first moan, he brings his other hand to your mouth, his cock drilling into you at even quicker speed. His mouth is dropped as he watches how his cock slides in and out of you, his orgasm not far. You had riled him up so bad and now you were here, your frontside pressed against the wall of his childhood bedroom, his cock deep inside your wet and needy pussy. Never could he say no to you, never could he resist knowing he had you in the room he used to sleep in, jerking off to images of you, his high school crush.

"Fuck, you're so tight and wet for me, baby, such a needly little whore, can't even wait until we're back home for me to fuck her." His words make your eyes roll back and you throw your hips against him, having him reposition you as a reaction. Now, he has your back arched, your hands prepped against the wall as he fucks you like this, one hand still on your mouth while the other is on your back, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again, sure to have you see stars in less than a few minutes. Your boyfriend throws his head back, a deep groan leaving him when he feels you pulsating around his length. You wanna scream, tell him to fill you up, but you know him well enough to know he will do so anyways. He always does what you need him to, even without you saying it.

And you're right - he continues his spiel, his hips at perfect speed and strength, his breath getting heavier, his groans becoming more desperate. When he feels you come undone around him, drool against his hand so close to drip down your chin, he can't help it anymore.

"Yeah, just like that, cum on my cock, baby. Milk me, fuck, gonna cum and fill you up so good, shit." He lets his hand wader to your hair, pulling you up against his chest as he finishes inside of you; hot perfect cum shooting inside of you, both of you riding your highs out with each other.

Once he slips out of you, he turns you around, his lips finding yours without any trouble.

"I love you," he whispers against your lips and you giggle.

"I love you too. Now, please get me something to clean myself up before your cum drips on your parent's carpet."

[modevernon]

rainy days # chwe vernon

pairing: vernon x gn!reader genre: f2l, comfort warnings: cursing, mentions of food word count: 1.25k

ever since autumn fell into your hands like a stale, unwanted gift, vernon had been acting strange. well. ‘strange’ was difficult to define. vernon was, by nature, pretty strange.

rather, he ceased to act in his normal, strange way, and that was what bothered you — where were the out-of-the-blue “fried chicken, my place, shrek” text invites? where had those gone? where were the absurd, vine-reminiscent tiktoks and goofy screenshots of infinite challenge? where were the multitude of beanies strewn across your house? where, and when had he taken them back? where was he?

yes, seasonal depression existed. but he had explicitly told you, as you were munching on a cinnamon roll for breakfast three months ago, that fall was his favorite season. and yes, you two had only started hanging out this year, so it wasn’t as if your friendship had ever been set in stone. but even so, you didn’t deserve to be ghosted, or slowly distanced from until he had erased you from his life.

and yet, you could pinpoint the day, the moment, the very conversation during which his demeanor shifted so precisely that you figured something must have gone wrong then, and maybe it was your fault.

so you ran back the dialogue to the best of your recollection: it had been a rainy saturday, the kind of humidity that simply begged you to stay inside, and vernon had been making cold hot chocolate (“so… chocolate milk?” “no, you don’t see the vision!”) as you drafted emails at your desk.

when he completed his little concoction and entered your room with a mug of it, you were enjoying a self-proclaimed break, perched on the edge of the table, scrolling through instagram.

“bro, you have to see this,” you called to him casually, hearing his footsteps approach.

he did approach — slowly. stopping before you, he placed the mug on the table. “am i your bro now?”

eyes still glued to your phone, you knocked jokingly at his arm. “sorry.”

after a beat, you looked up, as if finally absorbing all of what had been said so far. “wait.” vernon gazed back at you patiently. “you’ve never complained about that.”

he opened his mouth slightly, some unforeseeable sentence at the tip of his tongue, then closed it and glanced away. “yeah, well,” and he took a step back, “never said i was complaining.”

then you had taken a sip from the mug, and said to him that it tasted just like chocolate milk, but lukewarm, and he had laughed softly without a rebuttal, and you had showed him the instagram story you had found funny, and he had laughed again without comment, and half an hour later he had left from your apartment and the rain had kept falling and everything had seemed eerily quiet. the end.

except it wasn’t the end — it couldn’t be the end, when vernon’s pretty little face was all you could think about even as weeks, months passed without his presence.

today, you were feeling especially fed up, inhaling a cinnamon roll from the same café you’d visited with vernon in the heat of summer. it was suspiciously warm for late october, as if the weather was actively forcing you to reminisce, and it stayed warm until the sun slipped down and suddenly it was cruelly, unbearably cold — and rainy. wrapped up in blankets, you stirred your (real) hot chocolate, watched the downpour vandalize your windows, and wondered what to do with your fraught, ambivalent heart.

vernon was surprised to get a call past midnight, and more surprised that he was on his phone at the exact minute to pick up. he swiped right, forgetting to read the contact.

“hello?” he spoke first.

“hey.” vernon could tell by one syllable that it was you. he checked the screen to confirm anyway. you continued, voice inexplicable: “what’ve you been up to?”

first question, and he was already feeling guilty. “work,” he replied, with faux detachment, “kinda tiring.”

“tiring?”

“mm-hmm.”

“busier than usual?” your tone was veering from innocent to interrogative.

“yeah, you could say that.” what excuse could he give that wasn’t the reason?

“you still could’ve kept in touch, you know,” you hit back. quiet on the other end of the line. “i had to watch bottoms without you.”

“oh, that’s a great movie,” vernon blurted, then immediately regretted.

he could almost see your eyes narrow. “so you watched it on your own?”

“… yeah. on my own.”

you let his response hang embarrassingly in silence. after a beat — “do you have anything to tell me, hansol?”

oh. hansol. shit was getting real; but vernon tried to dodge the fact. “do you have anything to tell me?”

“stop acting cheeky. it’s not cute.”

“no, i’m serious. you must’ve called to say something.”

“i can’t just call to say hi?”

“that’s what you wanted to say? hi?” the words came out far more acerbic than he had intended.

and for the first time, your voice faltered. “didn’t… didn’t you miss me?”

to answer that would be to burst a dam. he felt no choice but to fall back on old tricks. “did you miss me?”

you huffed. vernon knew he was pushing your limit, but it was all he could do. now it was quiet on your end, and he was contemplating a better way to weasel out of this when the bell of his apartment abruptly rang.

perfect. “um— hey, so sorry to cut this short, but i just— there’s a friend coming over, they’re at the door—” and he walked hastily toward it. “we can talk later.” and he hung up before you had the time to reply, simultaneously opening the door to find you, drenched, no umbrella in sight, staring daggers into him.

he was so stunned that he couldn’t exclaim. you kept staring until you grew tired of it, and blinked away. with your hair dripping so much, it was impossible to tell whether your face was wet with tears or rain.

just as vernon began to take up his hand to wipe your cheek, you spoke again. “really hard fucking way to get me to ask you out.”

his hand froze. to what? “of course i missed you, hansol. i missed you so much, i couldn't do anything else. i missed you so much, i ran here while it was pouring, and you know i hate going outside when it's like this. i missed you so much, it’s been driving me insane! what the hell did i do that was so wrong?” your voice was breaking, fracturing. “can’t you tell me?”

the way vernon stood made him look like a film on pause. only his eyes trembled, ever so slightly, drinking you in with excruciating care because heaven knows how much he missed you too.

before he could think of what to say back, his body moved reflexively into yours, arms wrapped around you, head buried in your neck. you were so cold against him, so tense with emotion that his embrace left you melting.

“i thought you didn’t want me,” he breathed, still enveloped in you, “the way i wanted you.”

you sighed, somewhere between relief and exasperation. “why would you assume that, idiot?” it wasn’t really a question. “someone who’s usually so slow to act.”

at that comment, vernon peeled — slowly — away from you to face you again. “i’ll be fast this time,” he vowed, and you tilted your head in puzzlement. “you’re asking me out? my answer is yes.”

a/n: excuse my like two month hiatus. kung chi pak chi summoned me back.

[blu-joons]

When He Asks You To Give Him A Massage ~ Seventeen Hip Hop Unit Reaction

S.Coups:

You looked to Seungcheol in confusion as he positioned himself in between your legs on the floor, jolting his shoulders up and down. He shook them out, rolled them around too, all whilst knowing you were watching.

“You’re not very subtle,” you pointed out to him, “I know exactly why you’re sat here and what you want from me too.”

“Then why don’t you hurry and give me a massage then?”

“Why should I?” You couldn’t help but joke.

“Y/N,” Seungcheol dragged out, tilting his head back and pouting up at you, “can’t you just help me out this once…it hurts.”

After a few moments of winding Seungcheol up, you finally caved and began massaging over the top of his shoulders. “You know there are plenty of professionals out there who can do this for you too, Seungcheol.”

“I do,” he smiled, “but they’re nowhere near as good as you, they don’t take care of me the way that you care for me.”

“Sometimes you know all the right things to say.”

Wonwoo:

A chuckle came from you as Wonwoo reached behind for your hands, lifting them up and placing them against the top of your head. Your head shook, knowing what he was hinting at from you straight away.

“You want a massage?” You quizzed, peering over Wonwoo’s shoulder and taking a look at him as he nodded in reply to you.

“There’s so much stress in this little head of mine now.”

“You’re too stressed Wonwoo,” you scolded.

“I know,” he whispered, nuzzling into your fingertips as you began to squeeze over the top of his head and through his hair.

You were careful with your movements, making sure not to hurt Wonwoo or stress him out even more. “Why don’t you close your eyes if you’re tired and get a little bit of rest?” You suggested, watching him closely.

“Maybe that wouldn’t be the worst idea,” Wonwoo agreed as he made himself more comfortable laying before you.

“I’ll stay here and keep massaging for a while.”

Mingyu:

You didn’t quite know what to do as you found yourself straddling Mingyu’s back after he asked you if you could give him a massage. It was a position you’d never found yourself in before, quickly feeling flustered.

“You just want a massage, right?” You asked Mingyu, a gulp running down your throat as you noticed the definition in his back.

“Just at the top would be perfect, it’s a little bit sore.”

“Sure I can do this,” you murmured to yourself.

“You’re not shy, are you?” Mingyu questioned, overhearing you mumbling to yourself as you tried to find some confidence.

You didn’t realise quite how loud you were as you hummed in reply to Mingyu, beginning to massage over the top of his back. “How do you expect me to be this alright when you look this good and I’m this close to you?”

“You don’t have to do this if it’s going to make you nervous,” Mingyu assured you, the smirk on his face wide as he spoke.

“I’m here now, I might as well help you out.”

Vernon:

You struggled to hold back your laughter as Vernon continued to stretch his leg out in front of you after accidentally pulling his calf muscles during the boys’ rehearsal, the pain etched upon his face clearly.

“Are you alright?” You asked Vernon as you kept your eyes firmly on him, “you don’t look like you’re having a good time right now.”

“Can you help me? I really need to loosen it up a bit.”

“You want me to massage it?” You offered.

“If you don’t mind,” Vernon smiled, taking a seat on your bed. “It’s just killing me, I feel like I can hardly walk anymore.”

Vernon turned onto his back so that your hands could begin massaging over his calf, digging in tightly to loosen it up. “What did you even do to end up injuring yourself this badly?” You asked him with a laugh.

“I can’t say, it’s far too embarrassing to admit to you,” Vernon huffed into the pillow, “although I’m sure the boys will share.”

“I might have to give one of them a text after this.”

---

Masterlist

[gamerwoo]

hansol/mingyu: the lovers playlist

characters: mingyu x female reader

genre/warnings: idol au, friends to strangers, angst (esp on mingyu's half)

word count: 745

summary: i could be your dream girl; your whole world; if you let me; you've got me so downhearted

a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics. also i know it was voted for the yes ending first but we know i love to draw out angst :)

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Your room had gotten dirtier than you'd like, it and it was beginning to give you anxiety. That only meant one thing: using your day off to clean. You had put on the radio of some calming indie-sounding song that you liked, and you wanted to listen to more songs that sounded like it, and then you got to cleaning. Throwing clothes that had piled on your desk into the hamper after throwing clothes in the overfilled hamper into the wash. Trucking dishes out into the kitchen, trying to ignore the jabs from your bandmates for how messy you were -- Mars and Soey were ones to talk but you weren't going to get into that argument again over who the messiest members were.

As you were humming along with a song you hadn't heard before that had a beat you found catchy, knelt on the area rug under your bed while you sorted out trash that had been kicked beneath there, you suddenly froze with wrappers in your hand as you heard a familiar guitar strum, followed by a soft beat.

Immediately, Mingyu flashed into your thoughts. A quick slideshow of your friendship played as the lyrics kicked in, and you stared into space as memories that weren't even that long ago had unlocked.

You had said you'd stay friends when you let Mingyu down as gently as you could. You meant it at the time, too. The two of you had become inseparable during your strange friendship. And yet...

They say the heart grows fonder with every step you take; but as you move away from me; I feel my body break.

Even thought all Mingyu wanted was for you to be happy, it didn't mean the rejection didn't hurt any less. Despite that, he continued to be your friend. The two of you went out to lunch a few days after you told him you didn't feel the same, but there was an awkwardness to the atmosphere that didn't dissipate. After that, plans were getting rain checked, and texts were gradually coming later and later until the chat had been silent for so long that it was automatically deleted from your phone to create space.

Truth be told, you were doing great now. You were thriving, actually. You'd never been happier. You worked on yourself and now you were in the best headspace you'd been in, in maybe your whole life. You felt a little guilty when you first realized you hadn't heard from Mingyu in a while and hadn't realized, but you also hadn't made any move to reach out since it had been so long and you didn't want it to be awkward. After that, you didn't really give it a second thought.

But as you sat there for a moment and thought of Mingyu for the first time in a long time, you wondered if he was over you. Did he stop thinking about you like you did him and his group as a whole?

Where are you going? Where have you been today?

He didn't. He never did. Everything reminded him of you. It was small, fleeting thoughts of '_____ would like this' or 'Jun said that exactly how _____ would'. Sometimes, he would see something about you or your group -- a comeback or an ad or something of the like -- and he would sit for a minute and wonder how you were. He thought you were glowing more than you were when he last saw you. He could tell you were doing better, even if it was without him.

Will you be back tomorrow? Will you be back to me someday?

You didn't know that he would hope maybe you were the right person and it was just the wrong time. He held onto hope that maybe your groups would run into each other on a music show, or you'd be scheduled for the same variety show as him. But thus far, the stars hadn't aligned for him. Truthfully, there was a small pang of hurt in his heart when he told himself he might just be delusional, and that there would be someone else out there who was truly his soulmate.

You've got me so downhearted.

He thought time would heal him and he'd get over you. He'd find someone else by now. But instead, when he laid in bed alone at night, he was still hung up on the one who got away.

You've got me so downhearted.

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[stayteezdreams]

An Unexpected Meeting

Plot: Who knew getting lost in a haunted house would introduce you to a cute stranger whose just as scared as you are.

Pairing: Hansol Vernon Chwe x Gn!Reader

Prompts: 'Getting lost in a haunted house and running into a stranger who is also lost.' + 'A grabs B’s hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.'

Requested By: @lieutenantn

Warnings: Nothing I can think of :)

Words: 1.3k

You continuously reminded yourself to keep breathing as you slowly crept through the haunted house. You tried to listen out for your friends' voices to find where they had gone, but the ambient noise, screams, and various sounds surrounding you made it near impossible.

Sighing, you cursed yourself again for getting distracted and letting your friends wander off without telling them you had stopped. Maybe it would have been better if you had just left your shoes untied, at least you might not be alone.

You wondered if they even noticed you were gone yet. Some parts of the haunted house were so dark you couldn't tell how many people were around you at any given moment.

Gasping you turned to face the wall as arms burst through the walls and reached for you. You quickly dodged the rest of them before running into the next room. You took in a few deep breaths before slowly continuing on.

Rounding a corner, you collided with someone and yelped in surprise, only to hear a yell of alarm from them.

Through your fear, you looked at what you assumed had been a scare actor, only to meet the eyes of another man. Dressed casually, he was attractive, tall, and clearly just as freaked out as you.

You stared at each other in alarmed silence for a moment before you both straightened up.

You let out an awkward laugh, "Sorry!"

He shook his head, equally as amused now that he had calmed down. "It's okay! I ran into you too."

Looking around him, you saw that he was alone and you frowned. "Are you alone?"

He sighed and nodded his head, "I lost my friends."

"Me too!" You responded ecstatically.

He laughed, "Seriously?"

You nodded in amusement, "I made the mistake of not telling them I stopped to tie my shoes. By the time I was done, poof, they were gone."

He laughed and you couldn't help the butterflies that suddenly appeared. You were surprised at how easily you were talking to the stranger. Maybe scaring the life out of each other worked as an icebreaker.

He cleared his throat. "I think mine may have left me behind on purpose."

"What? Why?"

"I lost a game earlier and they've been trying to think of some way to punish me. This might have been it."

You tried to stifle a laugh before you cleared your throat. "That's messed up. Funny, but messed up."

He chuckled as he seemed to eye you, making you feel even more nervous. He looked down the hall ahead of you and then back to you.

"Uh, do you maybe want to go together then? Might be better than being alone."

You could sense the trepidation in his voice and you wondered if maybe he was feeling those nervous butterflies too.

You smiled and nodded your head, "Yeah, sure!"

As the two of you started making your way trough the haunted house together, you introduced yourselves. Vernon, as he preferred to be called, was just as jumpy as you, which made the whole situation more fun, if not more pathetic.

In between the various scares, you learned a little about each other, and you couldn't help but feel like you were on an unusual blind date.

You would sometimes try to look over at him, unable to help it, seeing as you found him quite attractive. But more than once, you seemed to find him already looking at you.

There was definitely something sparking between you, but you weren't sure what to do about it. The situation was more than unusual. Running into a stranger alone in a haunted house was not the normal start to a love story. But hey, maybe it would make for an interesting one at least.

Entering into a foggy, dark room the two of you slowed and seemed to mutually hold your breath. The room seemed like an obvious trap for a jump scare. But as you walked through it safely, you both met eyes for a moment, mutually surprised.

Just then, a loud scream pierced the air as hands burst through the ceiling and walls towards you.

You yelped as Vernon yelled. Grabbing your hand he pulled you along with him, before you both let out heavy breaths when you made it to another hallway.

You groaned in exhaustion and Vernon let out a soft, mutually exhausted chuckle.

You noticed he was still holding your hand, and you felt your face burn hotter. As you continued walking, you wondered why he wasn't letting go. Did he grab your hand out of pure instinct and didn't realize? Should you point it out? Or would that make it awkward?

Honestly, you didn't mind it.

As another scare made you both jump, you found his hand to be a source of comfort, so you decided not to mention it. Not until he did. You could play it off then if needed.

Vernon looked at a large painted glass window before he looked back over at you, "I think we're near the end. I saw that window from the outside, it was by the exit."

You nodded and let out a sigh of relief as the two of you cautiously entered the next room. It was dark and covered in draped plastic sheets. Fog floated through the room as the sound of scraping metal and distant breathing could be heard.

As you walked past an old bed, someone sprung out from underneath and grabbed at yours and Vernon's ankles.

You both screamed as you leapt away, watching as the bloody person crawled out of the door rapidly. Leaving you and Vernon gawking after him with fear covered faces.

You looked over at Vernon, and you both realized the two of you were gripping onto each other out of alarm. Tension seemed to spark between the two of you before you shyly chuckled and stepped away. He smiled almost bashfully as he finally realized he was still holding your hand.

He let go, though reluctantly, as he scratched his head. "Sorry."

"It's okay." You softly laughed.

Looking out of the room, you saw an exit sign and sighed. As relieved as you were to be done with the haunted house, you couldn't help the disappointment those rose with the idea of parting ways with Vernon. Maybe he'd ask for your number? Maybe you could ask for his?

As the two of you made your way out of the haunted house, you were immediately met with a loud chorus of voices mixed with cheers and laughter.

You saw your friends, mingling with a group of guys you didn't know. You quickly realized they were Vernon's friends as they pointed and cackled at him.

"There you are!" One of your friends called out.

"They ended up together!" One of the boys yelled, amused.

Your friends ran over to you, one hugging you, "I'm sorry we didn't realize you got lost!"

You chuckled before explaining to them you had stopped to tie your shoes.

"Well at least you had company it looks like."

You looked over at Vernon, who smiled as his friends were clearly making fun of him.

"I did!" You said with amusement.

You missed the way the boys eyed Vernon and you, as Vernon seemed to continuously look over at you.

After some small talk between all of you, in which Vernon casually ended up at your side. Something that was not overlooked by his friends.

"I got an idea!" A tall man with a bright smile clapped. "How about we all go get some food!" He gestured to all of you and you looked between each other as most everyone nodded approvingly.

A chorus of agreement followed as everyone started talking animatedly, discussing where to go as if everyone had known each other for ages.

You let out a soft almost bewildered laugh at the sight, as you looked over at Vernon who looked at you with an equally amused grin. You smiled brightly at each other, not noticing the various smirks directed at the two of you.

Maybe this really was the beginning of something great. New friendships? Love? You didn't know, but you were looking forward to finding out.

xx End xx

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[sluttyminghao]

No thoughts head empty, just thinking about cock warming and riding Vernon while he makes music at his studio.

he was frustrated. he had been sitting in the studio for hours and hours with nothing to show for it, and the screwed-up pieces of paper littered at his feet were only irritating him even more. he knew what he had to do and immediately picked up his phone to call you.

"hi baby, im here," you speak into the air, and immediately the door is shut behind you and vernon is dragging you to his chair; a gaming chair with lots of padding thankfully. he removes his sweats and boxers and hikes up your skirt (he requested it specifically since it would take less time to remove)

you sit on his lap and watch him grow hard, your fingers dragging up the length of him and grinning when he twitches and gets harder. once he's hard and his cock is angry red, you shuffle up so that you can slide his cock through your folds.

it takes a while for you to sit comfortably on his cock, but when you do, you both let out a sigh of relief. and it's like a switch flicks in him and the words begin to flow from his mind onto the paper. just feeling your warmth, he can write a million words.

and then you start grinding and shifting up and down, and he loses focus. oh god, does he lose focus. and everything he was thinking of, has now left his brain.

[rasparagus]

still into you

pairing: vernon x reader

content: friends to lovers, that’s all, very short very vanilla, one sentence that references a suggestive moment but nothing detailed or serious

word count: 608, really short, will literally take u less than 5 minutes to read

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it started back in freshman year of college, when vernon used to slip corny little notes under your dorm room door, a small sheet of paper awaiting you almost daily on the floor when you got back from class. all it took was a post-it note in his rushed, awful handwriting to erase your mind of petty professors and clueless classmates. to this day (and without vernon’s knowledge) you keep a little envelope, convincingly and vaguely labelled ‘bills n stuff’ that houses every single note you received from him. you still giggle at his aversion to the sentimental, his letters often containing a list of songs or an endearing hand-drawn meme rather than something silly like a little poem about your love. 

of course, that isn’t when your love for him started—you have been positively in love with him since high school, which sadly neither of you recognized at the time. rather, university was when your sense of your relationship’s longevity began to bloom. somehow, in between fighting for your life in the coed dorms and downing bottom-shelf liquor at frat parties, you managed to keep one thing constant in that whirlwind of firsts and never-agains. friends you met in college were routinely amazed at your long-lasting friendship. friends you’d had since high school waited for a dating announcement with bated breath, anticipating the moment you two would recognize just how perfectly you meshed. 

the pining didn’t start until sophomore year, when the letters stopped. the two of you no longer lived in the same building; everyone’s classes got harder and more time consuming. somehow you and vernon got even closer, though. hugs lingered longer than normal, eye contact made your heart thump a bit more than usual. soon enough, the flirting emerged, and friend dates turned into normal dates. late night study sessions morphed into sleepovers. sleepovers morphed into sleepless nights, finding every surface in vernon’s room except for his creaky bed to release your energy. 

the quiet vibe worked for the two of you. whether it was to avoid inevitable teasing from the friend group or merely your natural inclinations to privacy, the dating news took quite a while to reach the people closest to you. sure, vernon was suspiciously posting you a lot more, but half of his pictures have had you in them since high school. and yeah, maybe you were coming home with a lot more cds (that suspiciously looked that all the bands vernon liked), but your roommates figured you were finally making enough money to feed your music addiction. so, to say the least, the knowledge of your romance was a shock to the entire friend group—hoshi says he got goosebumps when he saw the two of you “soft-launching” your relationship by walking around campus holding hands. hoshi and his shaky camera skills caused quite the chaos in all the group chats that day.

even now, you think vernon’s quietness is his greatest strength, how he’s able to make your heart flutter in so few words. his weekly text saying “on the way” followed by some food emoji because he knows tuesday is your busiest day. his stack of records and cds that he keeps by his front door, bedecked with a bright green sticky note reminding him to lend them to you. his notes app with a list of movies he refuses to watch for the first time without you. the white slip of paper written by his eighteen-year-old self, an off-handed joke sitting in your desk drawer years later: ‘you’re the only one i never get tired of.’

a/n: hello, all! this is my first drabble back. something really short but i like it. its about all the writing i can muster rn. but i enjoyed writing it for sure. i weirdly feel like im in a cool romantic mood these days. and i might even have a crush for the first time in like 3 years! hope you guys enjoy tho. i know my last post didn’t seem to get much traction, but i hope i can get some feedback on this one. pls send in some asks just to chat! i like talking to u guys xx

feel free to reblog and send in asks!

[satoruvt]

any Vernon bf thoughts? :) just read your other HHU headcanons and noticed he wasnt there yet...

damn so i have feelings for this guy. good to know good to know

one of the biggest things about vern is that he's chill asf. we all know this. but i think it'd travel into his relationship

genuinely just happy to be here bro. doesn't get weird about things -- respects and loves you and asks that you do the same, and that's kind of it for him

not suuuper big on pda, but will honestly kinda let you do whatever with him if you like pda LOL. probably won't initiate a lot but will definitely indulge if you do; feel like he def has limits but as long as you both feel comfortable

in private however ... i see him being a bit more touchy. just a lot more comfortable with initiating it. he'll usually put his arm around your shoulders or just grab for your hand, a few little kisses here and there

doesn't have an organized playlist for you but definitely has a list of songs that remind him of you

BIGGGG fan of movie nights and watching stuff with you; if theres a movie coming out soon that he wants to see he'll get tix for the theater and make a lil date out of it. or if theres one that you guys just want to watch at home, he's so down for cuddling up on the couch while it plays

you steal his shirts and hes like "cmon :/ i paid for that :/" LMAO but he'll never ask for them back

the idea of vernon in a kitchen um. kind of scares me. so while he doesnt cook without your supervision, he'll show his appreciation by cleaning up after you're done cooking... or you'll end up with take out lol

is so interested in hobbies you have. loves to see your works when you're done with them, if you feel comfortable showing him -- hypes you up in his own gentle way

i think when he's on tour or just away from you he'll send you pictures or videos of what he's doing... usually no caption. but it's sweet to know he's thinking about you

if you ask, he'll tell you all about the stuff he's currently working on. but like.. not in a way that will give you hints HAHA he's very meticulous about it, he wants it to be a surprise for you. when you asked him about black eye he was like "yeah the production was so fun to work on, the lyrics too. it's something i'm really proud of" and you're like Awe. but then you're like Let Me Hear It and hes like No

idek if he has his license (leaning towards no) but if you guys both happen to be free on a night, esp if you haven't seen each other in a while, hes always down for driving around and talking and sharing music. absolutely

making plans with him is soooo easy. will text you and be like "your place tonight? tacos? 6 pm?" and if it doesn't work hes just like "alright, tmr then."

doesn't Surprise visit you at work but he'll text u and be like "coming by" LOL. loves taking your break with you when hes able to

silently insists on paying for you anywhere at anytime for anything. will never really Fight you on it but you know better then to try atp. BUT HE ALWAYS IS LIKE "guess i'm paying again..." and you're like "i can do it" and he's like "absolutely not. put your card away."

we all know his gifts end up being So late but they're always very thoughtful and you know he tried with them, which is what matters most

u guys have matching bracelets i don't make the rules.

the more romantic songs he's written... some are definitely about you. you never have to ask, and vernon never says anything -- the songs speak for themselves, and you think you'd both know anyways.

pretends he doesn't know any of your frequented drink or food orders when you guys are together but then somehow remembers them perfectly when he gets takeout alone for the both of you

probably steals stuff of yours, like your bigger hoodies or shirts. will ask to borrow jewelry on occasion too

if he's having a rough time writing or getting a song started or just getting stuck on a certain part he'll always invite you to the studio. claims it helps. you think he just misses you

vernon are you free tonight around 6 pm i am available tonight at 6 pm if you are free at 6 pm tonight i am also free at 6pm if you're free at 6pm tonight we can do something together if we are both free tonight at 6pm.

[ferrariseventeen]

seventeen as roommates; hip hop unit

Seungcheol: honestly he’s the type of roomie thats hardly ever at home, most of the time its like living by yourself which of course has its benefits. he’d pretty much keep all of his stuff in his room and would give you the all clear to decorate the place how you like. pretty easy going for the most part, cleans up behind himself and when he doesn't you don’t mind plopping his washing on his bed or washing up the dishes he left in the sink before work. he’d be really easy to get along with, asking about your day and inviting you to watch a movie in the sitting room when he sees you in the kitchen.he’d be a lot more open the longer you live together, you’d become a lot closer once you get drunk together for the first time. he’d be slurring out how highly he thinks of you and how lucky he is to have such a gorgeous roomie (this may or may not lead to the first of many drunken hookups)

Wonwoo: a pretty quiet roomie for the most part,very rarely has guests over and keeps to himself, that is till he’s up till all hours in the morning gaming. you’ll give it to him,he tries to be quiet but sometimes you’ll have to knock on his door and give him a little reminder that it is indeed 4 am. both of you work from home so you see a lot of each other and you’d find yourself falling into a routine, you showering in the morning while he makes you both coffee, you taking your break 5 minutes earlier so you could get started on lunch, both of you making dinner together, softly chatting about work and plans for the evening. he’s the one to quietly take care of you, leaving water and painkillers by your bed before your night out, vacuumingin your room when he knows you're too busy and always ordering a big enough pizza just in case you’re too tired to cook. 

Mingyu: you’ve hit the jackpot the second this man moves in, you’ve never seen a man stick on an apron and go to town on the pile of dishes in the sink like him before. he’s always a help around the house, tidying up and vacuuming, putting on loads of washing and dusting, always flashing you his signature gyu smile when he asks if you want him to make you dinner.he’s always bringing around his insanely hot group of friends and before long they start asking you to go out with them. maybe just maybe Mingyu isn’t very fond of how close you’re getting to his friend, it's not jealousy, no not at all, that would be absurd. You’re just his pretty, soft, dreamy roommate. 

Vernon: He’s the type of roommate that always has his headphones on, like is he ignoring you or does he just have frank ocean blaring in his ears?? he orders food in all the time, like you don’t think you've ever seen him set foot in the kitchen but that's none of your business (plus he always gets you something) will come lay at the foot of your bed like a cat and chat to you about your day. really considerate, always lets you know when he’s going to have friends over and of course invites you to join them for a movie or whatever they're getting up to. lets you borrow his clothes as long as you do the same, he’s been eyeing up that new beanie you bought and has no problem letting you wear his favorite flannel to get to it.