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mixtapedoh · 2 months

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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when you pulled it up on a computer screen - or any other device that wasn't an old ass projector at least 15 years out of date - the graphics were just fine and the detail above required).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 — 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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rubyreduji · 2 years

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[i read a lot of svt fanfic]

choi seungcheol

Yours, But Not Yours - @gyukult (not finished, angst, fluff, smut, fake dating!au) Read All About It - @deedeekpop (5.6k, fluff, minor angst) Hello Tutorial - @97-liners (7.3k, fluff, rom com, suggestive, frat!au) Lover - @starlightxsvt (15.7k, smut, angst, light fluff, sugar daddy!au)

yoon jeonghan

Cigarettes and Coffee - @gyukult (3.4k, angst, fluff, smut) Fall Back Down To Earth With You - @97-liners (9.5k, fluff, romcom) How to Give a Blowjob - @multihoe-net (11k, smut, fluff, minor angst, f2l)

joshua hong

Vanilla - @milfgyuu (11.2k, smut, f2l) The Promise You Made Me You've Beaten Black and Blue - @chilligyu (5k, angst)

wen junhui

coming soon...

kwon soonyoung

Yes, Baby - @milfgyuu (3.8k, roommate!au, smut, fluff, humor, f2l) best friend hoshi x reader - @97-liners (2k, smut) The One For Me - @starlightxsvt (9.2k, romance, fluff, pining, slight angst) ☆Bluff and Nonsense - @thepixelelf (17k, romance, angst, fluff)

jeon wonwoo

Payment Due - @solarwonux (56.1k, smut, fluff, angst) Stray Cats and Reminders - @luvidzy (2k, fluff) Sharing Is Caring But I Don't Care - @gamerwoo (5.4k, fluff, hybrid!au) Outward - @gamerwoo (4.6k, fluff, very minor angst, high school!au) Roommates with Benefits - @shuaflix (6.4k, smut, fluff, humor, collage!au)

lee jihoon

Enouement - @wooahaes (13.7k, angst, slowburn, college!au) ☆Just Us and the Moon Till the Sun Starts Waking - @97-liners (10k, smut, angst, romance) Hydrangea - @woogyu (4.6k, painter!jihoon, college!au) Green Tea Latte - @twogyuu (9.7k, fluff, angst, high school!au) I Bet You Think About Me - @suhnshinehaos (2.5k, angst, fluff) The Last of the Real Ones - @gamerwoo (6.4k, superhero!au, angst, fluff) At the End - @strawberryjmilk (3.1k, paranormal hunter!jihoon, ghost!reader) Between Season - @wonwoonlight (6.5k, angst, break-up!au, hurt comfort) ☆Then Came You - @lovelywoos (7.9k, highschool!au, fluff, comedy, angst) To Dye For - @wooahaes (2.4k, soulmate!au, minor angst) Snake Eyes - @meltwonu (smut, fluff, angst) ☆Yearning - @jihoonotes (smau, fluff, humor, angst, sunshine x grumpy) Paper Rings - @fallinwoozi (4k, fluff)

lee seokmin

Yuck! - @lipglossjun (7.6k, fluff, romance, smut)

kim mingyu

☆New Rules - @leejihoonownsmyheart (26k, fluff, angst, smut, fake dating!au) It's All Fun and Games - @dontflailmenow (8.6k, smut, humor, f2l, fluff) We Don't Usually Hold Hands - @gyukult (16.8k, angst, fluff, smut, fwb) The Zest of Life - @cheolbooluvr (6.3k, fwb, colleg!au) Sugar and You - @97-liners (4.5k, fluff) I Can't Run Away - @gyukult (15.7k, angst, smut, fluff) Do I Want to Hit You or Do I Just Want You? - @dontflailmenow (3.9k, smut, e2l)

xu minghao

Playing Cupid - @sluttywonwoo (4.5k, smut) Tamed Studies - @flwrboi (4.3k, smut) Historical AU - @husbandhannie (smut)

boo seungkwan

Mercury, Mercury - @irrcgulars (6.7k, assassins!au, smut, angst, romance) Tilt - @irrcgulars (12.2k, hero/villain!au, smut, angst, romance, fluff) Falling To You, I'm Always Diving - @fallinwoozi (8.5k, fluff, romance)

vernon chwe

Buy a Boyfriend - @fallinwoozi (4k, smut) Hit - @smileysuh (9.1k, smut, fluff, slowburn) The Lover's Playlist - @gamerwoo (not finished, fluff, angst, idol!au)

lee chan

Bitchless - @milfgyuu (7.2k, smut, humor, roommate!au) ☆Ten Dates: Unmatched! - @xunolic (17.9k, romcom, angst, smut)

#rru.recs #rec list #seventeen #seventeen fanfics #seventeen recs

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ncteez · 11 months

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beloved🥹 for ur sleepover could you perhaps consider #96 from that list (“I had this dream and- fuck- you couldn’t keep your hands of me.”) & vernon🫶 congrats on the 6k again you’re so talented and deserve the world and i’m so glad ur here🫶 - 🍿 x

Vernon + “I had this dream and- fuck- you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

wordcount: 3.1k

tags: stoner!vernon, stoner!afab reader, clearly the use of smoking weed, awkward best friends who only share their attractions to each other when they’re zooted as fuck, no joke– weed is a personality trait in this.

warnings: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks.

note: hi my popped p(ussy)opcorn anon! i was rly excited to write this so i hope you like it even tho i went kinda overboard. not proof read, as you know.

You’re not entirely sure how you became so close with Vernon, the guy in highschool who definitely carried his lunch back to class in his pockets. Maybe it’s because college is hard, and Vernon is easy to be around. Kind of like a breath of fresh air except all the air you breathe in with him happens to be incredibly thick with smoke.

Never in your life did you consider weed as a personality trait. Not yours, anyway, until Vernon is around you. Honestly, it’s like being a burn-out during your down time is actually quite relaxing, as long as you keep up with your GPA and assignments, there’s nothing wrong with wake n’ baking. Or like, taking a few hits before a big exam to calm the anxious energy inside of you, right?

The thing is, it’s gotten to the point that you’ve smoked in all sorts of scenarios and find the least anxiety ridden experience to be the one where it’s just you and him, sitting outside of his shitty apartment and pretending like every college kid within a six mile radius can’t sniff the two of you out.

Peer pressure be damned, Vernon was the first one to ever pass you a joint at a random party you both happened to attend. You didn’t really know why you grabbed it because you swore to yourself that you’d be straight edge until you get a degree, and then you’d maybe try buying a bottle of vodka and a sack of weed just to see what you missed out on. It was something about that night, your first college party, the first familiar face at a party, and the urge to say fuck it.

You didn’t mean to actually inhale it, but somehow it was a natural thing your body did and Vernon didn’t even laugh at you for choking. That’s when you became friends with him, and ultimately over the months the two of you would often run into the other.

Your first weed-induced panic attack was at a party with him, and he was honestly so fast to get you out of there without so much as knowing where you needed to go. Calming you down and very aware that you probably smoked too much, and had a little too much to drink as well. The weed wasn’t laced, he said, the alcohol wasn’t spiked, he assured. Somehow, and someway, his fried ass got you through it and the night ended much better as the two of you sat in a random person’s back yard picking their grass and talking about gods, and universes, and the theory of giants roaming the earth in ancient times.

By now, he should know you don’t prefer the parties. It doesn’t stop him from trying to include you every single time though. Tonight was just another invitation, one in which you declined.

Why? Smoking around other people isn’t fun. It makes you paranoid and uncomfortable. Being hit on ruins the fun too. Plus, the music is almost always trash.

Vernon: why won’t you come?

You: you know i don’t like smoking in groups

Vernon: but free weed :(

You: just bring some over when you’re done doing whatever you wanna do.

The way he does just that. Appearing at your door a mere four hours after he told you he was leaving for the party and smiling at you with already reddened eyes.

“Free weed,” He starts, patting his jacket pocket and then stepping inside. “And snacks.” He adds, revealing a bag from behind him that contains the majority of snacks the two of you tend to gravitate toward.

“God, just how much did you spend on the food?” You laugh, reaching for the bag and peeking inside. “Wait, why are you trying to butter me up?”

He scratches his ankle with his socked feet for a moment, avoiding eye contact with you and then shrugs again.

“Because you’re my best friend?”

“Vernon, you never buy the snacks.” You narrow your eyes at him.

Another shrug before he defensively pulls the bag back, only to immediately toss it onto your counter and make himself at home in your living room.

“Seungcheol disappeared with someone for a while and forgot that I know where his stash is.” He says, pulling out the little bag of definitely stolen weed. “I’ll pay him back later.”

You make your way next to him, immediately smelling the scent.

“How does he always manage to find the good stuff?” You ask with a chuckle, reaching forward to grab the candle lighter from your coffee table.

“Fuck if I know.” Vernon is too focused on inspecting the buds he managed to pluck out of the original stash then turns to you. “Bong or blunt?”

You look around.

“Well, we aren’t at your place so unless you want to get kicked out of school I suggest we just roll a blunt and step out on the patio.”

Obviously, he’s already high and probably forgot that your place isn’t his, or that his place isn’t also yours.

“Smart girl. Always keeping me on the right path.” He compliments with a nod and a smile. “Do you have any wraps?”

That, you do. Because of course you do.

“Mango good?”

A nod.

And you know, Vernon never was good at rolling blunts but they all smoked the same anyway. You didn’t mind the small bud leaves sticking to your lips by the time half of the blunt was smoked and you’re all curled up on the patio with your best friend beside you.

It’s kind of weird, actually, how many times you’ve been high out of your mind and looked at him like this. It’s probably because the two of you always smoke together in the early morning or when the moon is out. You still remember the first time you looked at him this way.

You crashed at his house after a particularly bad party and he woke you up from the couch that next morning offering a parting gift before he walked you home. After all, it was only a few streets away. His hair was a fucking mess, and his eyes were so drowsy with sleep that you could tell that he was even more groggy than you were to be awake. The morning sun burned his eyes, and likewise for you. You could see them glisten through the pain of light penetrating his pupils, and you could hear the way his nails scratched at his bed head after a winded stretch. His oversized hoodie offering the look of a particularly comfortably, but pissed off best friend for waking up so early.

The smoke inhaled more smoothly that morning, and his smile seemed a little brighter than usual too.

Right now, as you look at him, he’s in that exact same oversized hoodie with a beanie covering the hair he likely decided not to brush today. Despite a party, despite being out and about, he’s just….Vernon. With his febreze scented everything to hide the smell of his burn-out ways, and his stupid eyes that are always glassy and offering a watery, sparkly look.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” He half-giggles under the discomfort of your gaze. Feeling a little insecure, in all honesty.

“Oh, sorry.” You shake your head in a way to shake your thoughts of the constant fondness you feel for him. You’re not entirely comprehending that you admire him, you just happen to like noticing things. “I zoned out.”

“I can see that.” He smiles, turning away from you and facing the night sky. “It’s muggy out here, we should go back inside. We can finish the rest of this later?”

You nod, staring him down. Only he would wear a fucking hoodie in humid ass weather like this summer offers. He should know by now that even at night, it feels disgusting outside.

It’s silent save for a few laughs as the two of you make your way back inside. The air conditioner hits your skin in a wonderful way, bringing goose bumps and causing you to let out a small shiver.

“So much better,” You nearly sing-song out as you flop yourself down on the couch, your body feeling that familiar heavy feeling. “Do you think Seungcheol has noticed by now that you stole his weed?”

“Nah, he usually gives me some anyway since I’m always sharing with him.”

That’s fair. Still, the whole idea of stealing it felt dangerously funny and weirdly attractive.

“Thanks for coming over by the way, I’m glad you weren’t too tired.” You smile, zoning out entirely by now.

Vernon hums out a response, now flopping down next to you and just lying there to feel the high he’s always chasing.

The silence is short lived though, as he starts laughing out at nothing. You turn to look at him, waiting for some sort of joke or explanation of what he’s thinking about.

“What’re you thinking about?” You say, almost laughing with him because it’s kind of contagious.

“I just, like, it’s so stupid actually–” He starts, laughing out a breathy type of laugh and then taking in a breath to be able to speak again. “I was just thinking about how like, I had this dream the other day and it was literally just my old communications professor running away on stilts.”

Okay, now, hold on. That image is actually hilarious and it kind of sends you into a laughing fit too.

“What the fuck?” You laugh, wondering what he must be thinking about all the time to have dreams like that. “I never have funny dreams, mine are always scary or like…”

You trail off in a very obvious way, but thankfully Vernon isn’t amazing at finishing your thoughts or picking up on hints as to what you may have been about to say.

Until like, fucking now apparently.

“Oooooh,” He laughs, looking away from you. “You got a spicy dream to share?”

Man, you’ve got plenty but probably none that he’d be too interested to hear about.

“Nah, nothing of note to really mention.” You say back, the laughing fit calming itself within you.

“Well, that’s some bullshit. I have some pretty wild dreams, the sex ones can be kind of funny too.”

Oh, your ears perk up.

“What’s the funniest one you’ve ever had?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

“There was this one time I had a dream about Mingyu’s cousin.”

You dead-pan stare at him in shock.

“I’m gonna tell on you.” You say, but he completely brushes you off.

“No! I mean, it’s not like I enjoyed it actively, but whoever I was in that dream was really going to town. I mean I was like, man–” He pauses, remembering the dream. “I’m pretty sure my dick was crying when I woke up because if I remember correctly, she was gnawing on it like a piece of beef jerky.”

You snort and roll your eyes.

“You’re totally the type to get off on some weird shit like that. Oh my god. Do you ever have a normal dream? Or like, a normal thought for that matter?”

He stares at you and you swear you can see his cheeks fan over with a blush.

“Well….” He says, trailing off. “I mean, yeah. Of course I do, but you seem to like the funny ones the most.”

“Okay, then try and tell me a normal one and let’s see how it goes.”

Normal to Vernon may not be normal to you, but also he can’t tell if you’re referring to a sex dream or not. He’s not entirely the type to shy away despite feeling a little shy.

“Sex dream or non sex dream?”

You think hard about which type of dream you want him to describe to you (no you don’t.)

“Sex dream.”

He smiles, flicking his eyes to the bag of snacks on the table but opting to give it some more time before he starts eating like a damn goblin.

“Let me think of one, hold on.”

You sit there patiently, which probably doesn’t look very patient considering you quite literally turn your entire body to face him and rest your chin on your palm as if you’re expecting some inception styled sex or something.

“Um…” He trials off, remembering very little of most of his sex dreams besides, well, the one he had of you. But to be fair most of them are about you, and he sees you so often that they’re kind of hard to forget.

He can’t just tell you that though. He might be fucking zooted but he’s not an idiot.

“Last week I had this dream about you.”

Okay, maybe he’s an idiot.

“Oh? Me?” You adjust your posture even more to that of interest, for no reason other than curiosity. You’re a bit flattered.

“Yeah but that’s probably not one you wanna hear. There’s also one I had about–” Right, that one was about you too. “Or maybe…” Still about you.

You narrow your eyes.

“Just tell me the damn dream. I wanna know if I was any good.”

Vernon, for the first time in what feels like years, is experiencing extreme awkwardness. Nervousness. Dare he say, anxiety. Probably because of the way you blink at him with some type of expectation for this to be totally normal. Definitely a situation where he shouldn’t be feeling shy or even slightly turned on simply for thinking about all of those dreams he pretended he never had when you were with him.

Why did he have to tell you about this? Because now he has to actually tell you about it.

You watch him and the way he’s acting, noting that glimpse of nervousness and reaching forward to clap your hand on his knee.

“Vernon, it was a dream, it’s not that big of a deal. You’ve been in a few of mine too.”

Well, that’s both comforting to him and terrifying because if he was in your dreams, the vernon in your head probably couldn’t even get you off. Which is fucked up of him.

“If I tell you, you gotta tell me one of yours then.”

You nod, resuming a more slouched posture and preparing to listen to him and his god awful story telling.

Except, it’s not awful. In fact, you can see him physically react to the images in his head as he re-tells the story. Those little movements in his legs? They don’t go unnoticed.

“Last week, I had this dream and–” His eyes closed as he leaned himself against the couch, bouncing one leg up and down as if to calm his energy. He remembers it so clearly, and it’s kind of hard to admit with you right next to him. “Fuck,” He sighs out, ultimately choosing to leave the real life situation and instead live in his head for a few moments.

Then, he opens his eyes and looks at you.

“You couldn’t keep your hands off of me.”

There’s a swirling inside of your belly at the way he is telling you this dream. One that makes you feel as though your initial reaction to his reaction isn’t so wrong after all. The dream turned him on.

He liked it.

He probably wanted it to happen after he woke up.

“Then what happened?” You ask in a voice much smaller than you intended.

Another sigh comes from him as he closes his eyes again, thinking hard about how detailed he should be about it.

“Are you really wanting me to go into detail about how I dreamed about us fucking?”

You nod immediately, and then try to offer some form or relief.

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay. Can you at least tell me if I was any good?”

The way his eyes stay closed as he hums out. He is thinking. Very hard.

“Well, it’s the only thing I’ve been jerking off to since it happened so I could argue that, yeah, you were pretty good.”

You weren’t expecting him to admit how real he made the dream in his waking life. It’s an image he seemed to cling onto, and now, it’s an image you kind of want to cling onto as well.

“Then tell me what happened.”

“I think I’ve admitted enough, it’s your turn now.”

Suddenly you feel shy. Yeah, it’s just a dream and all of that but now, seeing the way he seemed to really enjoy fucking you while being asleep, maybe you can admit to have liked the dream you had about him too.

“We were in your living room and you went down on me. Absolutely rubbed one out when I woke up. Now, continue with yours.”

The fucking whiplash he gets from those string of words only drives him to continue.

“Oh how funny, I also went down on you in my dream too.” He tries to be normal about it, you can tell. “Would’ve been nice if I could actually taste it but as you know, I was like, asleep, and you’d probably never let me do that anyway.”

The side eye he gives you after saying that is almost hilarious. Almost.

“Well, were you any good at it?” You ask, leaning back against the arm of the couch and also pretending to be very normal about this sudden shift in friendship.

“I’d say I was. Are you as vocal as you were in my dream?” He prods, still side-eyeing you.

“Oh, most definitely.”

He watches the way you lean back, the way you squeeze your thighs, the way you look a little flushed and he’s sure it’s not just the high doing it.

“In my dream, you were also really wet for me.”

That, you can believe.

“I’m really wet right now.” You admit in a monotone voice, staring straight at him and the way he turns his face away from you.

“I’m also really hard,” He whispers out, not at all hiding the fact that his length is showing blatantly through his jeans. “We could, um, maybe…”

He didn’t even have to finish the sentence before you move yourself directly next to him, almost on him. You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling how warm he still is in this hoodie. You reach your arm up, pull off his beanie, and ruffle his hair once before smiling.

“Are you going to eat me out first?”

It’s the way he nearly chokes, drowsy eyes no longer staring into space but staring directly at the way his cock twitches as your voice asks him such a thing.

He nods.

“Yeah, yeah.” A cough. “Yes.”

#[sleepover]#vernon smut #[m]#[h.hours]#[vernon]#I HOPE YOU ENJOY <3

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彡 a different feeling — chwe vernon

notes ๑ x fem reader, fluff, college setting, long fic, friends to lovers, cursing, vernon is sooo oblivious (and unserious), vernon loves yn so much. they are so teenager here and they’re still figuring out how everything works. lowk dramatic.

2k words

「big thanks to my bestie who proofread this but also we both were in the middle of a food coma so there still might be some mistakes<3 」

—songs depicts how the characters feel at the moment.

first part + currently playing - your face by wisp

๑ 'i want to feel, only when im with you."

the door of your class finally opened after what felt like an eternity. "yo," vernon who had been waiting for you says as he puts his arm around your shoulders.

"hey," you responded still not making eye contact with him, you were busy queueing songs to play during your travel. once you were done you gave him your other earphone and leaned on him slightly, "thanks for waiting by the way." "always," he smiles at you softly.

as you walked with vernon and looked around your school you noticed the stares you got from certain vernon fangirls. you knew it was kinda unfair for you to keep clinging onto your best friend like this, but something gives you a bad feeling in your stomach when you think of seeing vernon with another person. of course if ever he got with another person you’d stop, but for now, he was yours to keep.

"i think the girls in my class like your cool-guy-stance, they couldn’t take their eyes off you seeing you outside the window," you teased, he was always there waiting for you as long as you guys didn't have a conflict in schedule, he would always be able to get you from class and commute with you to your home. it's been like that since you guys got close in the beginning of college and found out you guys live near each other.

"im flattered," is all vernon had to say. you softly chuckled at his emotionless face. you moved on from the topic and talked about anything interesting that happened that day.

second part + currently playing - by your side by flatsound

๑ 'but i don't want to say goodbye, because it’s safer when i'm by your side.’

you guys got on your train and you sat on the only available seat. you gave up offering the seat to vernon, he would never take it. he stood in front of you and held the bar at the top to keep balance as you continued on with your story about a girl you dislike.

"and then, when i walked into the room kel said "hi yn!" and she hugged me!?" you expressed your disgust with your tone. "isn't kel the girl that talked shit about you?" vernon asked, super intrigued with your gossip. "EXACTLY- hey vern you missed your stop," you noticed when you took a looked at the train route. "huh- no i didn't?"

"you're going to seungkwan's place no?" seungkwan was vernon’s best friend from highschool. "i'm bringing you home first tho?" he mimicked your tone and rhymed. you laughed slightly and played with the hem of his jacket, "you don't have to bring me all the time.”

you lied. you preferred it when he stayed. train rides were more bearable with him.

he gently held your wrists in his hands and fiddled with the charms of the bracelet he gave you, “i’m not doing this cause i have to, i’m doing this because i want to.”

he was telling the truth. he loved being around you more than anyone else. that isn’t to say he didn’t want to meet his friends it’s just, a few more minutes with you, if he can take it, he will.

you grinned and leaned your head on his arm. he looked down and patted your head with his free hand. you don’t know why but something in you screamed that you wanted something more than this.

something felt different.

third part + currently playing - theres this girl by sign crushes motorist

๑ 'theres this girl, i hope she knows, how much she means to me.'

vernon got the key to seungkwan’s apartment that kwan gave him after realising vernon practically lives there. also one time vernon had to pee really bad and he was just outside the door knocking profusely— but seungkwan was wearing earphones and couldn’t hear him. but generally it could just be convenient and good for emergencies!

he quickly opened the door and threw his stuff on the floor along with his shoes.

“KWAN,” vernon stands infront of his friend that’s sitting in his living room, head rested on his hands like he was in a midlife crisis (he was). seungkwan slowly lifts his head revealing his bloodshot eyes with the glare that screamed don’t mess with me. vernon calmed down and pushed his suffering friends bangs away to touch his forehead, “you good bro?” “fuck college.” “true that.”

“hey vern,” seungkwan's roommate jeonghan walked in from the hall. they’ve been livng together since college started. "hey.”

“i'm taking a break and what’s up with you? you seem tense,” seungkwan got up from the floor and walked to the kitchen.

“i think i want to confess to yn," vernon stood in the center of the house like a lost cat.

both seungkwan and jeonghan froze. two people that hear at least 5 stories about yn per day. is it actually happening? is their otp actually getting together?

"excuse me?" seungkwan furrowed his eyebrows. "woahhh," jeonghan still stood in the hallway like the standing emoji. "who slipped up first?" he added.

"no one slipped up? i don't even think yn sees me that way."

"you oblivious gremlin- you two are closer than some married couples i know." seungkwan hissed. "that's just how we've always been." seungkwan slammed his hands on the dining table that was separating him from throwing hands at his blunt friend. jeonghan picked up the conversation as he hung his arm on the youngest's shoulder, "okay, why do you want to confess?"

"i can't really see myself being with anyone else."

"that's a good reason."

"i think i only have eyes for her." "okay this is getting cheesy," seungkwan cuts him off.

"but what if yn isn't interested and then our friendship becomes weird and then i have to live a life without her," vernon lays on the couch out of frustration.

"vernon, you and yn already act like a couple what makes you think a label changes anything," jeonghan stated while seungkwan nodded in agreement and took a sip from his glass while his free hand was on his hip. he was serving wine aunt.

jeonghan leaned against the wall and watched the helpless boy sulk, "i'm only gonna tell you this once, you'll never actually get together unless you try. and it's better to try. before you know it, she might be taken away by another guy, yknow?"

"yea," vernon replied defeatedly.

"you guys are close enough for you to try and it would be crazy for her to not have caught feelings, especially with the way she reciprocates your actions." he continued.

“kinda true.”

“unless she’s only close with you to make her crush jealous," seungkwan sips again as both stared at him, jeonghan with a hateful gaze and vernon with a, 'i thought you were on my side' look.

jeonghan instantly got up and ruffed up seungkwan's already messy hair and they bickered about why kwan would even say that. but anyways, regardless of what these two said, it all depended on vernon to make his move.

+ currently playing - ur so pretty by wasia project

๑ 'i'm so scared that the moments we shared won't happen again, i don't want this to end."

the typical routine of you clinging onto vernon happened again the next day. your arm was wrapped around his left arm, his right hand held your phone and it was his turn to queue the music today. you were expressing your joy with slightly jumping and tugging his arm over knowing that tomorrow would be the weekend but vernon was thinking about how you two might not be doing this anymore by tomorrow.

as you calmed down there was a silence but vernon broke it, “yknow you’re never going to get a boyfriend if you keep doing this.”

your heart sunk to your stomach, ‘where is this coming from?’ you thought but you maintained your composure and muttered, “i know.”

vernon looked at you, “you don’t want one?”

“i do.”

as you said that, vernon felt the world fall from behind him. could you be talking about the crush seungkwan made up— vernon was practically losing hair and sleep over a sentence he heard yesterday. having a crush on his best friend was one thing. realising he might have been inconsiderate to you was another. he knew how physically affectionate he is with you but he never bothered to ask you, was there someone else in your life that you wanted to share these experiences with. actually that was more or less a question he didn’t want the answer to.

at this point you both stopped walking and the air was heavy. your voice reached his ears but he didn’t know if it felt as sweet as before, “vern?” you stood in front of him reaching for his arm.

eventually he couldn’t bottle his feelings anymore.

he cupped your hands and spoke, “yn i really like you, like since we got close— since i met you probably so if you like someone else just tell me i can handle it,” he can’t handle it, but this was the right thing to do, right?

it was so silent you could hear the breeze.

vernon continued “i don’t want to hold you back, i want you to be with the person you like—“

+ still playing - ur so pretty by wasia project

๑ 'so hold me, don’t leave me.’

you launched yourself onto him and hugged him.

vernon couldn’t tell why you did that. was it out of pity? a friendly hug?— you guys hug all the time but why did this feel different from the one last week? in the end, he couldn’t find it in him to care if there was a motive or something of that sort. he just wanted you. in that moment all he could do was absorb it. he closed his eyes and caressed you in his arms.

“vernon?”

“yea?”

“i like you too. you idiot.”

vernon stood there dumbstruck. ‘no way,’ he mouthed.

he would’ve called you out for pranking him if it wasn’t for your overly sentimental voice that pierced his heart.

there was a long pause before he responded, “you sure?”

you slightly parted from the hug to face him, “fuck you mean ‘you sure’? does it really look like i’m looking at other people?” you sandwiched his face in between your hands. his arms were still around your waist and he laughed at your reaction, “sorry, sorry.”

you beamed at his gentleness and he got so lost in your eyes. “do you want to date me?” he said breathily. you jumped back into the hug, “of course!?”

—

‘there’s no way that worked,’ vernon thought. you two continued your walk to the train, while holding hands! but also vernon’s legs felt like jelly from the shock. he was walking so slow you thought you were going to miss your train.

fortunately you both got onto the train and got to your usual position. you got on your phone with one hand to reply to any messages you had while the other was holding vernon’s.

vernon was also on his phone and he couldn’t fully pay attention to you, “sorry, give me a second i need to tweet this to seungkwan and jeonghan.” you snickered at his seriousness and way of phrasing.

———

vern, kwan & han

vern: i did it

kwan: you burnt something down?

vern: i’m dating yn

han: WOAHHHH 👏

han: i told you!

kwan: don’t get too happy, this could be another one of his dating yn dreams. did you just wake up?

vern: *attachment of you two holding hands*

———

he instantly got a phone call from the two and it ended within mere seconds. you could still hear someone talking on the other line but vernon hung up.

“seungkwan and jeonghan invited you to dinner tomorrow.”

“are they your parents or something.”

“more or less.”

it was a calm train ride until you realised something. “why did you keep talking about me liking someone earlier?”

vernon sighed, “fucking seungkwan.”

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facioleeknow · 5 months

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Frat boy 2 • Choi Seungcheol

WC: 868. Genre: Frat boy au

TW: bisexual Vernon and Reader, suggestive thoughts, sassy writing, maths

He fell first and hard. She thinks he hates her but he's actually emotionally constipated.

Mathematics sucks. Most people can agreed on that, approximately 90% percent of the world's population. The bad news is that those 10% appeared to have been on the board at your colleges but that same wretched subject was a MANDATORY subject.

So here you were sat first row because of your very poor eyesight instead of the back where you could sleep trying to make sense of Mathematics I. Your head started pounding as soon as you got into the class, the air in the room was enough to make you feel like you wanted to claw your eyes out. The scribbles on the blackboard made absolutely no sense. You looked around, everyone was nodding and happily writing along the professor. This had to be a nightmare, the ones where nothing makes sense and people glare at you like you're the weird one.

Unfortunately for you this was reality. Hard, cold and ruthless reality. You let your head hit the desk with a rather loud thud, you didn't care anymore nor did the professor in your defense. Daydreaming was the only thing that could save you from a full blown migraine, which you clearly didn't want. Closing your eyes, you inhaled deeply and tried to escape into your Dreamland where you didn't have to take a stupid maths class like this was some ordinary highschool or something.

Your thoughts flew right to that scary but beefy blond dude you saw at SVT frat. He was clearly well built and you were sure that if the situation was different you would've drooled on him and maybe even asked him to touch his muscles. His hair also looked really soft and framed his face so perfectly, you were sure he was drowning in pussy. Ugh, that was so unfair. Why weren't you drowning in pussy?

Your train of thoughts was rudely interrupted by the bell and then by Vernon who shook your shoulder so hard that you bumped your head against the desk again. At this rate you were going to get a concussion.

“Why aren't you taking notes?” he asked with that displeased look of his.

“Why are you all in my business Vernon?” you huffed, quickly shoving your things in your bag.

“I'm your friend, I don't want you to fail.” You pursed your lips at his words. He was just trying to be nice and you were sassy without a reason.

“Notes or not, I still don't get it, my brain is not wired like that.”

“I can ask Seungcheol to tutor you,” he exclaimed with a weirdly chirp smile on his face.

“Who?”

“Seungcheol, the head of my frat and the professor's TA. Choi Seungcheol.”

“Is that supposed to tell me something?”

“Did you ever pay attention?”

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. The question was entirely too stupid and the answer was entirely too obvious for him. Vernon huffed.

“Don't worry about it I'll handle it. I have to go now, we got a new pledge yesterday,” he waved already half out the door.

“You're fourteen now? That house is a fucking nightmare.”

The same day you received a text from Vernon saying that it was all set and to meet him at his cursed frat house. You rolled around in bed debating whether to go or not, it would've messed with your napping schedule but maybe sacrificing a nap to pass a class wasn't the end of the world. Getting up took all of your strength and getting dressed took even more, by the time you were halfway to the house you were cranky, tired and sluggish.

Seungcheol had never been more awake on the other end. Tutoring? You? He could never pull that off. He’d had his eyes on you since the first day you stepped into the class, you were clearly not paying attention so he doubted you noticed him. Mathematics I, which was dreadful for him because he hated teaching, it required too much patience, started to become the happiest part of his week. He looked forward to see you daydream, the way you twirled your hair in your hand and rested your cheek on your hand was enticing and hypnotizing.

As Cheol saw you walk towards him, looking clearly tired and pouty, he heard angels sing, church bells ring and birds tweet. He wanted to wrap his arms around you and watch you sleep on his chest, he also wanted to bury his head between your thighs until he couldn't breathe anymore but that was a thought for another time.

“Good luck Coups,” smirked Vernon. He knew. He did it on purpose.

As your eyes laid on Seungcheol your steps faltered. Wasn't he the guy that was looking at you like he wanted you to combust? What was he doing here? Why did he look like he was waiting for you?

“Hi, I'm Seungcheol, you can call me Coups. I'm your tutor,” he kindly extended your hand to you. His grip was gentle and his hand was warm and steady.

“I'm Y/N, thank you for agreeing to tutor me.”

Oh my god her hand is so soft, thought Cheol, he was sweating bricks.

“Shall we go in?”

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sssaythenamesvt · 5 months

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Seventeen as Romantic Tropes

Main Masterlist | Group Masterlist Paring: Seventeen OT 13 X reader Warning: None Summary: My take on each member, Enjoy!

S.coups - Office Romance S.Coups gives heavy CEO vibes and there are a lot of fan fics of this man being a CEO and then falling in love with us (the readers, I wish). I think it’s because of his alpha energy.

“One chance. One date, not a meeting. Just me and you.”

Jeonghan - Friends to lover Most people would put Jeonghan in an enemy-to-lover type of situation but I would disagree, Jeonghan would be the type to completely ignore who he doesn’t like and focus more on who he likes (me when)

“You shine in the night sky, I’m scared to speak the truth as I am afraid to lose you.”

Joshua - Highschool sweetheart He’s a sweetheart, gentlemen. I feel like he would be dating you forever and you would stay together for a long time. This is mostly cause I think Joshua would respect you a lot and would love you for who you are.

“I can’t believe we looked like babies back then, now we are gonna have our own babies soon.”

Jun - Childhood friends to lover I MEAN MOON JUNHUI THE ACTOR. EVERYONE WATCH EXCLUSIVE FAIRYTALE OR I AIN’T TALKING WITH YOU!!! Anyways Jun has stated he liked to stay home a lot so I didn’t think the strangers to lovers would be a thing and the only time period where you were forced out to play was when you were a child so I feel that this trope would be fitting.

“Should we buy a house in the place we used to play as kids, I think it would be fun to play again there.”

Hoshi - Soulmates Inspo credit from Hoshi in debate night (iykyk). I think Hoshi would believe in soulmates and chase you to convince you that there is a red thread holding both of you together. He would be clingy until you accept him.

“You can’t run from me, I’M YOUR SOULMATE!”

Wonwoo - Second life Wonwoo would love you in the past life but it doesn’t work, so he would remember the past and search for you. I think he’s very loyal and would find you if you were in his memories. He would chase after you and you would think he’s crazy.

“Look, I know it sounds crazy but we loved each other in our past lives.”

Woozi - She fell first but he fell harder I think you would chase Woozi cause he is such a talent! Yet along the road, there would be Angst and Woozi would deny his love for you and you give up. He would try to win you back after accepting his feelings.

“I’m sorry, I was a coward. I’ll try and win you back, so give me a chance.”

The8 - Summer love Minghao loves nature and going out, I think you could meet in the summer maybe at a campsite or a beach. You would enjoy your time together but it won’t last with his busy schedule and his desire to create.

“I don’t want summer to end, cause I feel like I won’t see you again”

Mingyu - Strangers to lovers Mingyu is I would say a social butterfly, he would have no problem with approaching you. Maybe you guys have mutual friends and got to know each other, but you guys would vibe and go on a few dates.

“Thank you for your time, I appreciate it. I,… never mind”

DK - First love DK would be so loyal to his love for you, he would stick by you making sure you are ok. He would ignore everyone to be with you. He fell first, facts. Act of service king and if one day you fall for him, destiny would grant his wish.

“I love you so much, you are my first and my last love.”

Seungkwan - Enemies to lover Oh, you guys have beef, arguing with each other daily. Trying to win petty fights. I think over time you would get tired of the fighting and distance yourself. With this, both of you felt so empty without each other. Kinda like our summer tbh hahah.

“Are you scared, is that why you're ignoring me? Cause it felt like just yesterday we were fighting and now I can’t live without you. ”

Vernon - deskmates I was about to put brother's best friend, but I think Vernon would just say hi to you and that’s it. I think for Vernon it requires forced proximity like being deskmates. If you spend a lot of time together you will get closer and fall in love (AWWW)

“I just don’t get this number, HOW is it 69.4.”

Dino - Brother’s Bestfriend Ohhhh Chan would try to make it look smooth, he would hang out with your brother more just to see you. You? Well, you would suddenly want to hang out with your brother more to see Chan. Fr fr giving hidden love vibes, if yk yk.

“I wanted you to be mine a long time ago, but I wanted to respect your brother. Now I can’t hold back how I feel.”

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lvscoups · 1 year

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svt as types of love interests

a/n guess who's been reading.. not me but i wanted to write this anyway tags fluff (?), mostly jokes

seungcheol: absolutely horribly written sugar daddy (twisted love's love interest in specific) jeonghan: highschool bully joshua: shoujo manga mc's crush junhui: work husband soonyoung: childhood best friend wonwoo: loser woozi: mean boss minghao: the stereotypical mysterious ya romance novel love interest mingyu: guy whos had a crush on you since like middle school but was too big of a loser to confess and now it's too late dokyeom: netflix original love interest vernon: coffee shop regular OR barista to the mc's coffee shop regular. gives me very meet cute. seungkwan: first love in a really old romance novel dino: older brother's best friend

#yes i did only read twisted love bc the mc reminded me of scoups at first #seventeen x reader #seventeen #choi seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #jeonghan x reader #joshua hong x reader #jun x reader #hoshi x reader #wonwoo x reader #minghao x reader #woozi x reader #giving up here

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elvisalltheway101 · 5 months

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•••••I just don’t know, hun•••••

Author’s note: This was inspired by Elvis’ beautiful and wholesome masterpiece, “Mama Liked The Roses.” I hope that this will not be the Christmas piece for me. It’s kinda depressing, not gonna lie.

Author won’t shut up: I feel that this is kinda went on during the first Christmas without Gladys, but just inserting reader.

warnings: grieving, crying, quietness, just sad

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Everything was so silent. An uncomfortable emptiness, in every aspect of the Graceland home. Vernon tucked up and away upstairs in his bedroom above where you seat. Where you and Elvis lay, on the big couches of the living, neither of you can help the memories that flood into your minds.

That warm smile that could fix no matter what type of bad day.

The aroma that filled the entire house, trailing into the kitchen where baked goods and foods were kept and made, that would make any man’s tummy rumble for more. Even after having a feast.

Your attention is back on Elvis, who seems so still and lifeless almost on your lap. His dark black curls that slick and lay against your skirt, as his cheek nuzzles against your thigh. The rest of his long body is limp on the couch, not knowing how to feel.

Neither anyone bothered to decorate. With the maids and housekeepers gone and up, it was empty and dark. Dust collecting on desks and furniture, the whole home that used to be warm and bright. Was now dark and gray.

“Are you hungry, hunny?” You spoke up in a soft whisper, gently petting his head of dark-raven hair. He can only hum out a sound, shrugging slightly against you.

“Mama liked the roses. She grew them in the yard. And winter always came around…and made the growing way too hard.” He then out of the blue, spoke nothing above a whisper. He wraps his arms around your thighs and you feel hot tears poor down his cheeks.

“It’s not Christmas without her. What are we gonna do without her? W-what am I gonna do, pillow?” He cried softly into your lap, dampening your skirt, and you frowned at the poor, tired soul before you. Your heart would’ve fluttered at the pet name he called you since highschool, but it just didn’t seem right to have flushed cheeks at this moment. Will it ever?

You gently cupped his cheeks and brought up his chin, you looked at the broken man that held onto you like you’d disappear if you didn’t. Those blue eyes were now cloudy and gray, filled with raw heartache and depression.

what are we going to do?

Your mind couldn’t help think, as your eyes continued to trail down his trembling features. His quivering lip couldn’t stop wobbling, even as you bent down to pepper comforting kisses against his face. He then hugged you so tightly to his chest, sniffling and burying his face into your neck. Burning tears ran down his chilled cheeks and onto your skin. You can only sigh, and pet the back of his head. Only able to support him on such a level, knowing only a dollar on how much his mama meant to his dear soul.

“I just don’t know, hun.” You say gently, and you hated to admit it. You honestly didn’t know what you’d do. Neither of you doubted things would get back to how they were before, you both doubted that you’d ever truly be happy or really get over her passing.

Would Elvis ever be the Elvis that you knew? Would Vernon continue to have this quiet, chill energy? Would Graceland always be cold and dark…

I just don’t know, hun…I just don’t know. You think you to yourself as your ears continue to hear the small sniffles and cries that Elvis owns.

You can only hope that things turn out better in the future. That maybe, just maybe, you’ll both find a way to be happy again. If the heavens above shine some ray of sunshine, some way, some how into this black, sorrowful cloud.

Just maybe.

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Author’s note: I really don’t know what’s going on with me… I’ll try, but cannot promise, that I’ll make a happier snippet for the holidays. Mwah, love you all

#elvis #elvis presley #goddamn #spotify #elvis angst #elvisaaronpresley #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #I can only imagine his pain thougg #Poor baby boy.

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formulawonu · 1 year

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hi!! Just wanted to say that i love ur writings!! and is it okay if u do svt as highschool roles if possible? ty!

seventeen & high school

a/n: hiii thank u so much <3 i'm glad u enjoy them!! 🙈 this was so fun to think of ahahaha what do u all think who would u guys be

seungcheol: the bad guy. even he doesn’t know he ended up with the stereotype but it stuck - what can he do? is actually really nice. probably smokes at the back of school during lunch with vernon lmao

jeonghan: the smart kid that does give their notes to you. believes in the power of collaboration. tests are a stupid way to measure one’s intelligence anyway

joshua: the nice guy. gets along with literally everyone. even the people you don’t want to mess with love him. has a million people saying hi to him when he walks through the hallways. good for him

junhui: the floater. i actually had a hard time thinking about this bec he could literally be anything and anyone he wants to be. floats around and sits in different lunch tables every other day. everyone accepts him

hoshi: the school mascot. dont get him wrong he could 100% be part of any of the school’s teams but his joy is in half-time shows performing for the crowd and hyping them up. 100% gets competitive when the other school’s mascot shows up

wonwoo: the smart kid that does not give their notes to you. believes in the power of LEARNING by putting in the honest work. amen sir

woozi: the band geek. always bopping his head and drumming his fingers on whatever surface is in front of him (even without earphones on). people wonder what music he’s listening to in his head

minghao: the art hoe. oh u think he’s taking notes down during class? ur funny he’s actually drawing the sunlight leaking in through the classroom windows

mingyu: The Golden Boy™️. everyone loves him. everyone has a crush on him. the principal has a crush on him. people from other schools have a crush on him. no further comments from me

seokmin: RESIDENT THEATRE KID. LITERALLY FIGHT ME ON THIS.

seungkwan: student body president. part of multiple clubs. always running from meeting to meeting trying to put things together. ~he wants to leave a legacy~ please tell him to rest

vernon: that one quiet kid that always has headphones on and ends up getting caught for vaping. idek 😭 100% friends with cheol

dino: he’s THE class clown. and he didn’t choose to be it nor does he want to be it. but he’s naturally funny and everyone loves him. pls take him seriously actually

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ryuwonieebae · 1 year

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𝚂𝚅𝚃 𝚊𝚜 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚂 & 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

Maknae Line

𝐃𝐤 - Love at first sight

Dk is most likely to fall in love easily at first sight. It should be a person with a sweet personality (maybe like Shua)

-Dokyeom fell in love with you the second he saw you for the first time. He was your brother, Jeonghan's classmate. One day, you wanted to lend your brother the books you borrowed from him. Since the books were so heavy, someone helped you and it was Dokyeom.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮 - Love triangle

I think Mingyu will end up in a love triangle mainly because of his shy personality.

- You, Mingyu, and Minhyun were bestfriends since childhood. Mingyu and Minhyun were brothers. You've always liked Minhyun and one day you decided to confess to him but after Mingyu came to know about the confession, he started being distant from you but why?

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝟖 - Celebrity romance

Minghao would probably date his fan as he likes girls who will support him no matter what (based on his ideal type).

-You were just an ordinary girl living a normal life but everything changes in your life after saving your favorite idol from the crazy sasaeng fans.

𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐧 - Sunshine x grumpy

His and Hoshi's love troups are pretty similar. Both are opposite attract which means seungkwan prefers who is quite the opposite of him.

-You were the sunshine type of a girl who makes everybody around you feel delighted. However, you met a grumpy guy named Seungkwan who gave you a side eye for being too outgoing so you decided to follow him and make him feel annoyed.

𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐧 - highschool sweethearts

Vernon had a girlfriend in his teenage time so I think it suits him well. He literally gives the highschool heartthrob vibes tho so yeah.

-Vernon was the heartthrob and you were the average student in your highschool. You and Vernon had the same interest which was singing and were in the same class. You've always had a crush but kept it a secret since he had a girlfriend but things took a wild turn after you both get partnered up with each other for a singing competition by your vocal trainer.

𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐨 - First love

I just felt like something emotional like this suits him well. So, no more explanation.

-You were Dino's first love. You guys met in a studio for dancing lessons but after a while, you stopped going to the lesson as you were going abroad for your studies. Will you guys be able to meet again?

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gyus-cheol · 11 months

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BLURRED LINES : Y/N + CO

synopsis : y/n isn’t over mingyu. mingyu isn’t over her. how will their tired friendship manage to get them back together..?

pairing : kim mingyu x afab!reader

genre/s : smau, angst, uni au, fluff, humour

next : mingyu + co

blurred lines : masterlist

y/n (@ynism) : cat mum of 2 but can barely take care of yourself. you and mingyu broke up 4 months ago and now you're trying to get your life back on track. it's not easy leaving a 3 year relationship yknow..

woozi (@wooahae) : an upcoming producer and lyricist. you and woozi have known eachother since you were both 13 and you saw his music progression throughout those years. safe to say, he knows a bit too much about you.

minghao (@xu8) : minghao was an exchange student in your middle school, but ended up never going back to china. he's your personal stylist and talks shit about everybody to you.

joshua (@hongjisoo) : coming all the way from la, joshua was introduced to you by vernon. you've come to known his quite crazy side after many hours of drinking with him. he's missed more lectures than you can count with your fingers, yet he's still an outstanding student. people love partying at his place, 10/10 experience

hoshi (@soonyoung) : another friend from your childhood. soonyoung and you might be arguing over the stupidest things sometimes, but you are some of the closest of friends. considered quite popular in your uni due to his obsessive love towards tigers.

jun (@junhui) : you first met jun in your first year of university. he also happened to be a close friend to minghao, which made you guys instantly get along. the hours of him going to your dorm just to play with your 2 pet cats did not go unnoticed by your other friends.

vernon (@chwehansol) : you first met the new yorker in your last year of highschool. he was always travelling back and fourth through new york and seoul, but he ended up staying in seoul. he also knows everyone's dirty secrets in your friend group.

#svt #svt smau #seventeen #seventeen smau #mingyu #kim mingyu #mingyu x reader #gyus-cheol #blurred lines #kim mingyu x reader

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genezpen · 2 years

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『 cruel 』

pairings: seungkwan × gn!reader

genre: ANGST‼️i feel the need to hurt everyone right now 😈

summary: seungkwan told you that he used you to win a bet.

warnings: drama w/o plot, this a bit slightly quite painful and has a huge impact on me :'), crying, harsh!seungkwan, mention of parents neglecting the reader, reader speaking from trauma, mention of vernon, someone using the reader for a bet, rejection (?) (lmk if i missed something or if i made a mistake!)

word counts: 597

notes: this is a very short drabble to let y'all know that a short fic of han, and hoshi is coming. i've never had a free time since my last uploaded fic so i would like to apologize to the sitting requests on my ask! i promise im working on them! also, pls don't hate verkwan! love lots ^^ (our exam week is next week, wish me a luck!)

“i never loved you.”

those exact words are enough to crush your wholeness. you almost hear your heart shattering on the pit of your stomach.

you felt bad. you are upset. you are disappointed.

the person you trusted the most just confessed that he fooled you. and for what?

“you're nothing but a bet. vernon lose, i won. now, it’s over.”

a bet. he won a bet. you are the bet.

and vernon? your bestfriend?

“what? aren't you mad at me? come on, y/n, hit me! i know you want to hurt me, too! i used you.” seungkwan grabbed your hand, forcing you to hit his hard chest.

but you're to numb to do so. as much as you want to show him how much it hurts you can die right now, you know physical pain wouldn't be enough.

he hit himself, he slap his cheek using your hand but you pulled it away. your eyes fixated on the ground while breathing fast, trying to stop your tears.

seungkwan then tried to find your line of vision but you keep avoiding it. not now. not when you're too fragile, too weak, too scared.

“come on, say something. lash out on me! i know you're upset—”

“i knew it...” your whispers made him shut up. something bitter spilled inside you. “i knew something was up the day you asked me out.” with shaking voice, you let it out.

even with a blurry eyes, you force yourself to meet his gaze only to see how shocked he was. seungkwan looked pale and his pupils were going back and forth on your eyes trying to find something you don't know of.

“don’t worry. i-i figured it out r-right away– you– i... knew this day would come.” you manage to utter those despite you choking on your own saliva and the nonstop tears.

you covered your face as you breakdown infront of seungkwan, shaking your head. so what if you look hopeless and pathetic right now? so what if he use this against you someday? so what if he makes fun of your misery right now. you don't want to think of the future at the moment. it hurts, it's killing you inside-out.

“you never actually like the cupcake i baked you, right? you never once liked my outfit every time we go out. you did not really want to say my 'i love yous' back, you just don't have a choice!”

fuck. this is a different kind of pain when your pet died in an accident. this is not the same pain you felt when your parents failed to recognize your academic success back in highschool. this pain is on another level. the one that could hold you back for years, again. the pain that brought you back to your thirteen year old self.

seungkwan did not say anything. he stood there frozen. you bet on your life, tomorrow everyone will turn their back on you. your colleagues will laugh at your situation. this has happened before, none of them was your friend, they were seungkwan’s.

no matter how hard it is to swallow, your only best friend, vernon, used you too.

you hate the universe for why must it be hard to live on earth. if you aren't allowed to feel loved then why must people hurt you? they could've just push you away, not stay for a short period of time just to leave you again. not pretend they accept you when in reality they are disgusted by you. why must everyone have to be so cruel?

©genezpen

#seungkwan angst #seventeen angst #svt angst #seungkwan imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt seungkwan angst #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seungkwan scenarios #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x y/n #seungkwan #seventeen #svt #seungkwan fluff #seventeen fluff

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