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Bloodhound Pt. I | chs x reader
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~4.5k | Pairing: chs x reader | Genre: romance, supernatural au
Life as a vampire isn't the easiest for Vernon, friend-wise or feeding-wise. He's ready to find a solution, and he thinks it just might be you.
Warnings: blood mentions (i mean it's a vampire fic like ...), non explicit sexual advances from strangers online, suggestive thoughts, involuntary thoughts of violence/murder, the briefest angst (it's me lbr), food mention, mention of being unable to eat
Reader Notes: human, has 2 brothers (i don't name or describe them so they can be other members if u want), currently ungendered (will have breasts and vagina in future smut)
It took a while for Vernon to figure out what happened to him. He still doesn’t know all the details, just that he woke up in an alley with blood all over his clothes and a burning in his throat that wouldn’t cease, and even now, he doesn’t know who did this. Who made him like this.
This being a vampire, of course.
He knew they existed, but in his short twenty five years walking the earth as a human, he doesn’t think he ever met one. He supposes now he has, considering the fact that he didn’t just wake up like this out of nowhere. He wonders if they meant to change him, or if he bit back and managed to get some of their blood in his system before they left him for dead.
Either way, he’s a vampire now, and it fucking sucks. Literally and metaphorically.
There are many cons, and only a few pros, he’s discovered in the six months since he was turned. He can’t go out in the sun anymore, and he’s so strong, he’s broken three phones. Worse than that, he likes the taste of blood now, likes feeling the coppery liquid fill his mouth before he swallows it down, likes the way it soothes his throat and sates his hunger. His brain still screams at him that it’s not normal or right or cool of him to be drinking fucking blood, and the cognitive dissonance gives him a headache every time he feeds.
That’s another con, the feeding. He doesn’t want to just snatch innocent people and drain them dry like his maker did, but he can’t afford blood bags like the rich vampires, and he also hates the synthetic options available on the market. They all have an awful taste, like too sour grapes, and the weirdest consistency, just a bit too thin to alleviate the burning he still feels.
That leaves him to find willing donors, which is surprisingly difficult when you don’t want to fuck them too. He doesn’t have anything against fetishists, but he also doesn’t have a lot of experience, and gaining it with people who only like him because he’s a vampire isn’t what he wants.
He’s tried the apps, tried the matching services, but they all lead to people who just want him for his venom, and he’s grown tired of it. So, he does the next logical thing.
He puts an ad out on Craigslist.
Vernon wakes from his daily rest to find his inbox completely full, his phone buzzing on a near constant vibration with every email received. He props himself up on an elbow in bed (no, he doesn’t sleep in a coffin), and scrolls through, cringing at all of the sexual subject lines and wondering if maybe he shouldn’t have included pictures.
He felt like it was the normal thing to do, share part of himself in hopes someone will share back, but it seems all he’s done is made them feel bolder, made them feel more comfortable being open about what they want from him, even though he clearly put NOT DTF in the listing. But maybe that’s a good thing?
He can easily weed out the people who don’t actually want to help him out, and he doesn’t even have to open every single message to find out who they are. His thumb blurs as he deletes email after email, the amount in his inbox dwindling the longer he swipes, until finally, he’s left with one unread.
The subject line is innocuous enough, [interested in becoming friends with “benefits”], and he opens it to find a picture of you, with your arms extended on either side and seemingly wrapped around something, though nothing appears in the picture. You begin by saying that your two vampire brothers took the photo with you, which explains the empty spaces, and continue to tell him that they were changed against their will, attacked on their way home from seeing Spiderman in the movies a few years ago.
That tugs the corners of his lips down, makes him feel sorry that there are other vamps out there like him, other vamps who didn’t choose this life. He knew he wasn’t the only one, but seeing, or he supposes not seeing proof drives the idea home.
Apparently, they struggled with finding a source of sustenance too, never wanting to turn to you for your blood or your help, and when you saw his post, it made you think maybe you could help someone, in some way.
He’s curious what solution your brothers found, and curious if you’re really offering to be fwbb (friends with blood benefits), but reminds himself to be cautious - this could all be a lie to lure him in, to get his defenses down so you can go after what you really want. He maintains that thought as he types out a reply to you, trying to play it cool and not get his hopes up.
Vernon | hey! im sorry to hear what happened to your brothers, my turning was under similar circumstances. ive been looking for someone for a while, someone who i could feed from without hurting, but maybe also a friend too? Idk i lost most of mine when i was changed, even though i didn’t ask for it, and it would be nice to have someone who understands like it seems you could
Okay, so that didn’t come out cautious at all. He practically laid his soul bare and sent it off to you with a smile (literally he ended the email with his name and a smiling emoji). But it’s already in the void, in the cloud, out of his hands, and now all he can do is wait.
Vernon doesn’t have to wait for long, he finds. You reply within minutes, the buzz making him jump and glance away from the space he was staring into. He does that a lot now, just finds some point in the room and sets his eyes on it, thoughts running through his mind in circles and zig zags and parallel lines.
His phone is still lit up with the email icon, and when he brings it up to his face, it unlocks to reveal a new message from you.
You | Oh no, I hate to hear it happened to you too! Is it still fresh? I know you said you were only turned a few months ago. My brothers wouldn’t even see me for a year after, too concerned that they’d snap and hurt me. I never had that fear, but I never blamed them for it either.
Funny, that’s the fear that drove his friends away in the first place. It’s nice to hear you don’t have it, that you accepted your brothers’ new forms immediately and also accepted their worries, didn’t get upset or hold it against them when they felt they couldn’t be near you for your own safety.
You | I think we could definitely make this work! I have blood and friendship to spare, and you’re in need of both. My only restriction is that I can’t offer too much of the first on weekdays, I teach third grade and I need all my energy to wrangle those kids :-)
So you’re a teacher too? Are you just entirely altruistic or…?
If you are, he thinks this might really be good, maybe even great. His heart would be racing if it could still move, and he can’t stop himself from scrolling back up to find your picture. He didn’t pay much mind to it before, didn’t study your face like he’s doing now, and he really should have before responding to you.
Because you’re beautiful, and he’s in danger.
In danger of what, he doesn’t know, but he can feel it stirring in his belly, burning like hunger and brewing like need, and before he knows it, his fangs are poking at his bottom lip and his dick is throbbing.
But he won’t give in, won’t ruin this with his base desires, won’t become something to fear.
He needs a blood source and a friend, and if he wants you to be both, he can’t be lusting after you like the monster he worries he really is.
Vernon exchanges emails with you for days after that, going over logistics and preferences and possibilities. You decide together that you’ll meet next month, after some time spent getting to know and trust each other, and he decides not to feed from you that first meeting, wanting you to feel comfortable and safe with him before he sinks his teeth into you.
It makes him feel giddy almost, the anticipation of having a friend, of having someone to drink from who doesn’t carry ulterior motives, of having you. Emails become texts which become calls, and soon enough, he’s got the tone and cadence of your voice memorized. He learns how you take your coffee in the morning, knows that you’d both die and kill for your kids, hears the love in your voice when you’re talking about your brothers.
You’re a real, genuine person, and Vernon can’t wait to meet you.
The days and nights fly by now that he has someone to talk to, and it only hits him the week before your meetup that not only will he be meeting you, you’ll be meeting him.
You’ll be seeing and hearing and perceiving him, and suddenly, he’s nervous out of his mind. He hasn’t met anyone that stuck around since he was changed, and he’s all too aware that you could slip out of his life just as easily as you slipped in.
In the days before, he tries to remind himself that you’ve already heard his voice, already seen his face, that you know he’s a vampire and haven’t shown any sign of running.
It doesn’t occur to him to worry about his own reaction to you, which is mistake number one.
Mistake number two is going to your meeting hungry.
You settle into the booth, latte in hand and heart beating out of your chest, and keep your eyes locked on the door. Vernon should be arriving soon, and with so many conflicting emotions razing your thoughts, you don’t know how you feel exactly.
You’re nervous, of course, as you should be when it comes to meeting online people in real life. You’re scared a little, because what if he’s not as harmless as he seems? He is still a vampire, and he could still easily kill you. But you’re also a bit… excited? He’s cute and sweet and in dire need of a confidante, and you think you could be that for him.
Over the weeks spent getting to know Vernon, you’ve grown fond of him, fond of his dry jokes and his media recommendations and his fascinating opinions, and you’re interested to see if your easy back and forth will remain in person.
This should be a good environment to test it out, you think.
You chose this cafe because it’s open twenty four hours, but also because it’s welcoming to vamps, serving a few synthetic options and even carrying donated blood for those with a bigger budget.
What will Vernon get, you wonder? Will he go for synthetic even though he’s admitted to you that he hates it, or will he spring for a blood bag, drink it in front of you with a straw like it’s expensive cherry cola?
Will he buy nothing, deny his hunger and his state of being?
It’s a shame you don’t get to find out.
Vernon takes in a no longer necessary deep breath to steady his nerves and places his hand on the door of the cafe, primed to pull it open. There’s a growl in his stomach, an emptiness that reminds him he didn’t have a chance to feed before, and he pushes it down, drowns it out, ignoring it for all he’s worth.
There’ll be time later, after he finally meets you.
His hand is steady as he pulls the door open but his ice cold heart is in his throat, lodged there like something he can’t swallow down.
“Come on in!” The barista calls out, allowing him to cross the threshold and enter the cafe. He nods in thanks and starts to scan the tables for someone familiar, someone whose picture he definitely doesn’t look at before he lays himself to rest every morning. His eyes catch on a hand raised, one that leads down a soft arm to a gently sloped shoulder and up a tantalizing neck to a sweet, kind, open face. Your sweet, kind, open face.
He grins, beams really, and races over, stirring napkins and shifting chairs with his sudden movement. He’s about to slide into the booth across from you when it hits him.
Your scent.
It’s like a brick wall smashing into him, every sane, rational thought in his head scattering like rubble in the wake of your natural perfume, unmarred by synthetic smells and caustic chemicals like so many others out there.
Instantly, the burning in his throat starts, except this time, it’s an inferno, a supernova of pain and need and desire and hunger screaming at him to take take take. His fangs shoot out, bursting through his bottom lip and making him cover his mouth, frantically backing away from you with his eyes wide and his other hand held out to keep you in the booth when it looks like you might follow him.
He bumps into tables and chairs as he flees, his blazing red eyes still locked with yours, part feral, part apologetic. The door slams behind him but he doesn’t hear it as he runs, his ears full of a roaring voice telling him that he’s going the wrong way, that he needs to go back to you and steal you and keep you and sip drink devour until you’re his, all his, until you’re glassy eyed and your heart is slow and your breaths are even slower.
Which is fucking terrifying, the thought of ever hurting you like that, of wanting to hurt you like that, making him shake with rage at himself and despair over likely blowing it with you.
He’s miles out of the city before he stops running.
When he finally does, he turns in a slow circle, taking in his surroundings and attempting to find his humanity again even with his mind still screaming at him to find you and fucking kidnap you. His clothes are torn and his bones are aching and his stomach is empty, so very, very empty, but nothing is worse than the shame.
He wasn’t strong enough for you. He wasn’t in control, wasn’t even capable of sitting across from you without wanting to drag you over the table and either kiss you breathless or suck you dry.
Numbly, he sinks to the ground, laying himself out on the forest floor and staring up at the moon peeking through the trees.
He feels like it’s taunting him.
The moon used to be his friend, back when he was human. He was a perpetual night owl, always staying up late with his curtains open and music blaring and the light of the moon filtering in through the window. His roommates didn’t mind the noise because they were all making their own, and it wasn’t often any one of them would be sleeping before the sun came up.
He lived most of his life at night and slept during the day, wasting the sunshine and warmth and normal waking hours like the ungrateful bastard he was.
He can remember the moon that night. The night he was bitten.
It was a blood moon, foreshadowing trouble around the bend, and it’s about the only thing he does remember before the agony blinded him and his memories started to flicker through his brain, going too fast for him to make sense of much.
Some stood out, like when his baby sister came home for the first time, screaming and crying until she set those big eyes on him and fell silent, transfixed. Or when he was thirteen and broke his arm sledding in Prospect Park, pretending after that it didn’t hurt because all his friends were watching, waiting for tears. Or when he got a full ride at Berklee for music production, every exhausting day sped up and reduced to a flash before he saw himself walking across the stage and shaking the Dean’s hand.
He succumbed to the encroaching darkness soon after, the red moon growing nearer and nearer in his mind’s eye. He awoke hours later, just minutes before the sunrise, with his throat on fire and his body feeling like someone else’s.
This moon is full and silver, friendlier looking than the last one he remembers, but no less foreboding.
This moon is the one he ruined everything under.
He’s sure any chance he had with you is gone. Any chance to be your friend or maybe even more, as he’s realizing only now that he did want more. Does want more.
How could he not, when you matched his energy, met him quip for quip, made him a playlist and a hypothetical skincare routine? When you devoted so much of your time to helping others and still made some for him? When you’re so beautiful inside and out, that it would take his breath away if he needed to breathe?
How could he ever not want more with you?
You stare down at your undoubtedly cold latte and furrow your brows, scrunching your mouth to the side as you remember how Vernon ran from you.
The barista has already been by to check on you, and you can still feel their eyes every so often, concern and pity rolling off of them in waves. You appreciate their empathy, but you feel a bit raw, a bit on edge, and you wish you could just burrow into the booth and go unseen. You’d leave but too many people who witnessed it remain, and you don’t have it in you to walk past them just yet.
That leaves you to wrap your trembling hands around the mug and bring it up to your lips, attempting to act like nothing is wrong. Like it’s normal for your possible friend and perhaps crush to dash away at one whiff of you.
You have to assume that’s what happened. He seemed so happy to see you, his mouth stretching wide in a smile and his hand coming up to mirror yours as he zoomed over in a blur. The wind he created made you laugh but it also rustled your hair, blew it away from your neck and probably wafted the scent of your rushing blood toward him.
You don’t wear perfume or use fragranced products, your brothers’ noses are too sensitive for that, and you bite your lip, considering that perhaps you should have just this once. Your brothers are old enough to be able to control themselves but Vernon isn’t.
He may be twenty five in human years but in the vampire world, he’s still a baby, and you didn’t approach him as such.
Fuck, this is all your fault.
You sip down the latte slowly, the rich bittersweetness heavy on your tongue, and take a small bite of the cake the barista brought over while you were stewing in your thoughts. It settles like a stone in your belly and you push it away, unable to eat with the idea that you may never see or hear from Vernon again blaring in your mind.
It’s only been a few weeks since you started talking to him but he feels… special. Important. Like someone who’s meant to be in your life. You’d hate to go back to not having him in it, especially now that you know what it’s like with him around.
Everything is brighter, happier, more vibrant. You wake with a smile on your face knowing you’ll have a goodnight text from him, countdown the minutes from sunrise to sunset knowing he’ll call you as soon as he opens his eyes, go about your day wishing you were sleeping next to him instead.
You don’t want to be a vampire, but by God you really think you could love this one.
So you’re not going to let him go that easily. You’re not going to let him fade into the night, never to be seen again. And you’re definitely not going to let him be alone anymore, not like he has been since he was turned.
With determination alight in your veins, you unlock your phone and find Vernon’s contact, pressing call and assuming he’ll send you to voicemail. You have a lot to say, and you’ll be glad to get it off your chest. You’re surprised when a ragged voice greets you, sounding, for all intents and purposes, dead inside.
“Hello?”
“Vernon?” You gasp desperately, any thought of a speech gone from your head as soon as you hear his voice.
“Y/n?” He gasps back, suddenly full of wonder and light and life. “I didn’t check before I answered, I can’t believe it’s you.”
“Why can’t you believe it’s me? We talk every day,” you joke halfheartedly, not even trying to suppress the frown at his response.
“I thought you’d never want to speak to me again after I went feral like that,” he confesses, shame and dejection obvious in both his words and his voice.
“Vernon, you didn’t go feral. Feral would have been killing me. You ran instead, hell, you protected me!”
“Yeah, from myself,” he laughs acerbically, making you roll your eyes at his self-deprecating tone.
“Listen, you’re still new. My brothers had run-ins like this too, it’s not a sign of your character or your control. It’s just a byproduct of your nature, you can’t help it,” you insist, pleading with him to understand and stop blaming himself.
“That almost makes it worse! The fact that there’s nothing I can do, nothing I can change. I don’t think I can see you until I figure this out,” he sighs regretfully, and somehow you can picture him shaking his head, his brow furrowed and his mouth tight.
“What are you going to do until then? How are you going to feed?” You ask in concern, knowing it’s already been a few days and selfishly wanting him to change his mind.
“I don’t know, I’ll spring for the blood bags and try some synthetic too,” you can tell he’s shrugging, and his nonchalance at being able to fucking eat has you lighting up with anger. You tamp it down, try to temper it, but your anger isn’t just at him.
You’re upset with the world, with the greedy overlords who decide the price of life, with the asshole who took Vernon’s away from him, with the fact that he may never be able to control himself around you. Talking has been enough for the last month but that’s just with you in the crush phase.
What happens when you finally fall in actual facts love with him?
“Vernon…,” you start, not knowing where you’re going but knowing where you want to finish (with his teeth in your neck and your body on top of his).
“Y/n, I’m not risking you.”
He sounds as firm as you’ve ever heard him, and you feel the anger ramp up and then wash away as you realize you’re simply not going to win. There is still a way you could help him though. It might be tedious and painful, but you’re willing to endure it for Vernon.
“What if I go to a donation center and have them reserve it for you? You’d just have to tell them your name and show your ID and you could drink my blood instead of paying for bags. You may still need to supplement with synthetic but together they could tide you over until we can meet again.”
There’s silence on the other end for a few minutes, minutes you spend picking at your nails and going over tomorrow’s lesson plan in your head. You doubt he realizes how long he’s been thinking about it, but you’re not going to rush him when it’s likely that his hasty answer would be no.
“I don’t know… I could still- You’d have to be so far away from me, I couldn’t even smell you,” he sounds unsure, apprehensive, and you don’t want to force him into it but you know this is the best solution.
“You could wait a day or two before going to pick it up? It’ll be less fresh but maybe by then my scent will have faded,” you offer, nearly ready to beg him to say yes.
A few more beats follow, your breathing steady and calm though your heart is racing, galloping in your chest as you wait for his response. You just want to know Vernon is happy and healthy and fed, you just want to take care of him. It seems like no one has done that in a long time, maybe since even before he was turned.
“Okay, we can try,” he still sounds reluctant, but there’s an edge too, a determination that wasn’t there before.
You bite back the squeal, vibrating in your seat as you look up centers nearby. There’s one just down the street and it’s open twenty four hours, so realistically, you could go right now.
“I’ll donate tonight, just don’t change your mind in the next couple days, okay?” You rush to say, grinning and relaxing in the booth when you hear him let out an easy laugh.
“I’ll do my best,” he chuckles, and though you know you should hang up and get going, you can’t help but linger.
“Did you make it back to your apartment alright?” You ask, realizing you don’t hear any music or TV in the background like you normally do.
“Ummm, I think I might be in Connecticut actually.”
He’s not nearly as bothered by this as you are, he even sounds almost carefree compared to how he first picked up the phone.
As if he can anticipate your responses, he says, “I’m not coming back until you’re home safe, okay? With the door locked.”
“You don’t even know where I live,” you remind him, jest in your voice and fondness in your heart.
“That doesn’t matter. I could find you anywhere with how good you smell,” his admission sounds apologetic almost, like he’s sorry for wanting your blood so bad he could find you by fragrance.
Honestly, you preen a bit, flattered that you seem to affect him so.
“Let me go to the blood bank and get you squared away first, then I’ll go straight home and lock all my locks,” you can hear the smile in your voice, hear the affection, and you wonder if Vernon hears them too. You hope he does.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
AN: i was super excited to kickstart baby vamp vernon so i figured i'd post on his (and dk's) birthday!! this was inspired by a series of asks, but mainly this one. it got a bit more plot heavy than i expected but i'm having a good time so far!! i have the second part written already and i'm hoping to write part three before i release part two just so i can stay ahead of it and yall don't have to wait too long!
pls pls pls reblog and lmk how you liked it! you don't know how happy it makes me to see your thoughts and feelings on my work, they're my fuel to keep sharing my writing 🥰
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I can feel him giggling in my p*say while he’s eating me out and playing w/ my tits at the same time HDHFJJFJGJGKHKLHLH
Another one of these that has been sitting in my asks for a while but I thank you for the Hoshi thots Nana my love.
cw; kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x afab reader, smut (minors dni), oral, breast play, pussy drunk hoshi
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Soonyoung groans feeling your fingers thread into his hair tugging almost harshly for the nth time that night. His fingers sliding along your skin upwards while he listens to you whine his name only making him smile against your soft folds. He was never happier than when he was making you happy.
When your thighs close around his head, your orgasm ripping through you, Soonyoung’s eyes roll into the back of his head from his own pleasure. His hips rolling against the bed, his hard cock leaking heavily but remaining untouched for now. He knew he could wait, he wasn’t done touching and tasting you just yet.
His fingers twist and pinch at your nipples only furthering the feeling of pleasuring rippling through your body. When your thighs quiver around his cheeks Soonyoung laughs against your folds, his tongue running laps around your clit causing you to whine. You tug at his hair to pull him back to look at him.
When you meet his eyes you find his pupils blown out. Just a look if drunk lust in his eyes. Soonyoung licks his lips and practically growls into a laugh. “Let me go baby. I’m not done, you taste like candy. I want to have you shaking so hard you are begging for my cock.”
You start to answer him but his fingers dip into your entrance while his other hand squeezes at your breast like a stress toy. “You are dripping for me and it’s not on my tongue right now. That would probably be a crime in some countries.”
Soonyoung laughs and you feel it against your pussy once again when you let him go back to what he was doing. He was amused by your scoff and the roll of your eyes but more at how quickly it all faded away when he started to suck on your clit. He smirks against you again then nods leaning only far enough back to nod when you whimper his name.
“I know baby, I’ve got you. Cum all over me like my good girl.”
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Coffee, Tea or just more of Me? || Vernon
Pairings: Vernon x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Crack, Strangers to Friends to Lovers au, Barista!Reader au, Jock!Vernon au, University au
Synopsis: Vernon thinks life has given him another chance when sees the new barista of the café he is a regular at. You think the popular jock of the university is weird for always zoning out on you. It's the same everyday, until you to decide it's enough.
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings: nothing heavy just mentions of staring a lot, mention of murder as a joke once, kissing, mentions of lots of beverages, dramatic Seungkwan and Junhui but equally wholesome (lmk if I missed any)
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He is staring at you again.
An exaggerated huff stirs out of your chest and you turn to the customer who looks like he'd would faint if deprived of his iced tea one more second.
You have recently started working as a part timer at the café which is a block down from your university, no genius for guessing, to add some cash to your wallet for covering some of your expenses.
The café jostles as an extremely busy hub at afternoons. Mornings doesn't attract much of a crowd except for the zombie like students who basically live on caffeine, would undoubtedly bleed in dark brownish through veins.
You work in evening shifts and evenings attract bunch of loud and shout guys.
Today's no exception, the familiar faces flood into the place, some continuous screeching of chairs or calls of name, some hearty laughs or snarky remarks that follows before all of it simmers down.
Junhui nudges at your arm and before your questioning gaze falls on him, it lands on that one face with prominent and sharpest features, hair dyed in shades of brown those stick on his sweat glistening forehead.
His eyes are not glued on you. Finally.
You look at your shiftmate, "What?"
"I thought you finally got a break.", Junhui comments while pouring coffee powder in the brewing machine.
"A break?", you echo in confusion, "I don't recollect--"
"A break from being stared at.", Junhui cuts you off when you fail catch his humour.
The eye roll that he gets as a response has him worried that they would really roll to the back of your head someday.
"Oh my god, he's coming here", Junhui squeals, "I'll fleet inside so he thinks you're alone at the counter but I'd be peaking from behind okay?", and next he's making an abrupt run to the backside.
You breathe in, breathe out and strech your lips in a smile as you walk back to the order section.
"Hi Vernon", you greet, "Can I please know your order?"
Vernon's eyes blow wide, as he whips his head from the menu card he's holding to meet your eyes.
"H-Hi...", he's shocked, so panicked right now, "Do you know me?"
Yes, you're the one who always stares at me.
Ofcourse you know him. Everybody knows him.
The star forward of the varsity soccer team.
Chwe Vernon Hansol.
You have a motive today and that's to ask him what's his deal. The only reason for which you had purposefully spilled out his name.
"You're quite popular.", you give him a smile, "And we share the Graphical Engi--"
"We share the Graphical Engineering lecture?", he spurts out comically, as if he's hearing the most amusing or the most non sensical thing in the world and the next question confirms it, "We both go to the same uni?"
"Yeah we do.", you say somewhat dejected and your thumb hovers over the computer screen, "Your order please."
"Do we seriously share the GE lecture?", he asks one more time and you simply nod.
Not something unobvious, the times you've noticed him after entering the lecture hall, you have always found his head propped on his bag which is loaded on the desk and he's soundly sleeping.
Something obvious that he doesn't know because the two of you don't even fall into the category of acquaintances.
You know him because everyone knows him because as said he's popular.
He mouths a 'wow' and goes back to ogling the same menu card. With only you being behind the counter and no one being behind him to place orders you know he's gonna take long time just to order his regular, a Latte Macchiato.
"A Latte Macchiato please.", he says and you nod robotically.
"Anything else?", you ask out of habit and your thumb is almost pressing the confirm button for billing, knowing he never has any add ons.
"Would you like to suggest something?"
You gape at him amused.
Vernon has his expectant eyes on you and you have your comical ones on him.
"Y/N?", he asked with concern and your eyes blow wider.
Your gaze immediately drops on your uniform, no there isn't any tag of your name pinned on you.
He's not reading your name, he knows your name.
"How do you know my name?", you ask him stunned. No you are not over reacting, not when you have seen who and how hard people are trying to woo him.
Oh well, his nicknames include Geek God and DiCaprio.
Vernon thinks he has caused an accidental slip up and thinks of ways to cover it up.
"Your co-workers call you by your name, I've heard it many times.", he blurts out.
You don't buy it but you don't peer further.
It's been two weeks since you are working in the café and you hadn't even noticed him until Junhui decided to knock over your obliviousness.
It was your third shift and you were seated on the tool leisurely when Junhui came over saying.
"Vernon keeps on looking at you. I have been noticing."
"Vernon? The Geek God VERNON? Looking at me? Sure, I look funny."
That was your comment before you waved him off instantly.
Day four and you decide to observe the varsity star just to confirm the genuineness of Junhui's comments.
"He's staring at you again."
This time you pull out your pocket mirror and Junhui, the genius angles it perfectly so no one was suspecting anything and you confirmed that Vernon was really staring at you.
You didn't what to make out of his blank expression.
The next week rolled in and you were having a casual conversation with Junhui and your best friend, the best gossip pal Seungkwan.
"Oh my god, you're planning to bag Vernon--"
Seungkwan's dramatic quip stopped abruptly when you slapped your hand on his mouth.
"Nothing adds up, Kwan. He definitely stares but with the most neutral expression I have ever seen on anyone. Like he could be plotting my murder but again he could also be looking at me and thinking about Teletubbies in his head."
Junhui was almost rolling on the floor which he was supposed to mop after those words left your mouth.
"But he lingers longer when Y/N is at counter.", Junhui managed to add, "The time he spends there holding that same menu card, if it had been me, I'd have had it memorized."
Two curious pair of eyes landed on the blonde haired boy and he took his position on one of the tools as he crossed his legs and leaned back at the wall behind.
"I have been working here for over a year and trust me, Vernon never made orders. Their group have a guy called Chan, who mostly places the collective order. I think I have taken orders from almost everyone but Vernon. He never did until Y/N came."
Seungkwan was suddenly wolf whistling and doing some questionable dancing with Junhui.
But you were still concerned.
Did you anyhow do something to offend him?
Vernon likes you, a lot.
It's not sudden, it's not prolated.
His liking towards you leads back to Cheshire, a stray cat he has been sheltering for some time.
The first time he saw you was when he decided to visit Cheshire before heading towards home after a game. You were already feeding her a can of tuna, unaware of his presence.
He watched you petting her, making funny sounds to entertain her to you sitting on the ground so that she could lay on your lap and take a nap.
Though his heart swelled and chest tinged, he watched it all with a straight face. Often misunderstood by people because of his blank stares he's tired of convincing them that it's never intentional, rather a habit by birth. He's just a bit lesser expressive that's all.
This continued for days, he would watch you play with Cheshire and waited until you left so that Cheshire could get her dose of SeroVertonin for the day.
Unknowingly, he develops a bond with you, solely from his side.
Vernon is also so grateful to you. Once Cheshire had gone missing for two days and Vernon could feel his heart plummeting to stomach, a fear creeping within him when he couldn't find her in all the places he searched.
He had given up but still visited the place in hopes of seeing her. He could vividly remember the pang in his chest when he saw her again inside the shelter with a note stuck on one of the bricks.
Hi,
I found her by an alleyway that's really far from here. She's safe so don't worry. Thanks for providing her a shelter.
Vernon still keeps the note in his wallet.
The day he decided to introduce himself to you was the day you stopped showing up. And he had no way to reach up to you except for waiting.
He gradually gave up with lots of regret and longing until he saw you again at the café.
Always been asked out, never have asked someone out person Vernon was at loss of words and actions. With no idea how to approach you, he sorted back to his same old habit.
While you indulged in different activities, he indulged himself in watching you, unaware that you have caught onto it.
Next day during GE lecture, you are scribbling down the notes in a questionable handwriting knowing you won't be able to decipher a word out of it later.
When the professor excuses himself out of the hall for some sudden priority work you could sense someone's gaze on you.
Quickly whipping your head and sweeping glances across the hall makes your gaze meets with Vernon's.
Oh, how could you not guess it.
He's flustered when he looks away and next he's grabbing his bag and skipping down the stairs to fleet out of the class.
But your sprint to catch him is faster than the Cheetahs.
"Vernon!"
You call out at the corridor and now every living object in the area is looking at you, waiting for another proposal - rejection episode.
Suddenly you feel small, having those curious eyes, mocking smiles pivoted at you.
Vernon notices your flickering gaze and he doesn't like the creases between your brows.
In three large strides, he covers the distance between two of you and before you could comprehend the situation, his loud voice reaches your ears.
"You didn't have to run so hard for returning my pen.", he's eyeing the pen in your hand, "But I'll take it because you have a habit of loosing them."
The murmurs are loud as others try hard to understand the dynamics you both share.
A glare in sweeping gaze from the jock causes the whispers to simmer down and the crowd regain it's mobility again.
"Thanks",you peer ar him, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Vernon thinks he should be run away. His heels are hot and his mind is calculating precs for a run but his heart wants to listen to you.
This time the heart prevails.
As Vernon follows you to the emptier section of the corridor, you think you'd get indigestion from the venomous glares you are accumulating throughout.
"Have I done something to upset you?"
Your question catches him off guard.
When he doesn't respond you throw a follow up, "I'm sorry if I'm wrong but I have seen you staring at me for past days."
Vernon cheeks blush up in pink tint as his gaze falls down. He's biting his lip and shaking his head.
You know his having a conversation in his head but right now you want to be a part of it.
"I won't be judging you if that's what you're worried about.", you assure him, "I just want to know if I have ever unintentionally caused you trouble in any possible way."
Time is elapsing but you wait with all the patience. Vernon seems distressed and you feel bad for this sudden counter you have roped him into.
"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable.", he says in a calm and assuring voice, "That wasn't my intention. It's just, I always have this poker face on and people feel, well, how you're feeling right now.", he laughs but you could feel the strain behind the words.
"I have been searching for you so long and now that I've found you, as cheesy as it sounds", his lips curl up the slightest almost making no difference to the previous neutral expression but this time you notice the gleam in his eyes as he says, "I can't take my eyes of you."
Your heart skips a beat. Damn Vernon for being so smooth.
"Cheshire misses you.", and he adds suddenly so now nothing is making sense to you.
"What do you mean by that? Do we know each other from before? Who's Cheshire?"
Vernon chuckles and he's pulling out his phone to show you his device wallpaper.
Your hand fly to your mouth in shock when you recognise whom Vernon is refering to.
"I also miss her.", You say with a stain of longing in your voice and look at him expectantly, "I can take a guess at some parts but you'll have to fill up the rest for me."
Vernon agrees instantly.
"But for now if you're free, would you mind taking me to her?"
"Ofcourse! Let's go.", he offers and he's relieved, "I'll explain everything on the way."
You are miserable without Junhui as the later takes a day off to perform at another gig. The café is not as busy so you're bored.
"Can I place my order?"
Your voice perks up at the familiar voice and your gaze lifts to see Vernon standing at the queue lane.
"Sure Sir", and you're laughing at the face he makes, "Latte macchiato is it?"
"Yes--"
"No.", you cut him off, "Let me serve you my special today, up for it?"
Vernon nods in delight and he goes back to take his seat and you go to the kitchen, asking your coworker to manage the counter for some time.
When you come back with a glass of Peach Tranquility on the tray, Vernon salivates at the beverage because of the fruity smell and vibrant colours.
"I never knew a Herbal Tea could taste this good.", Vernon compliments you, "Or is the magic in the hands of the one making it?"
Your cheeks warm up, meeting his gaze seems to be difficult so you scurry away making an excuse of getting to the counter.
Does he make your heart flutter as much as you do to his, Vernon ponders over.
Jealousy is a disease and you have it.
It's been weeks since you introduced Vernon to two of your treasured friends. You still remember the first encounter.
"Should I leave? They don't like me it seems."
Vernon whispered in your ear and you held his arm on an instinct, a gesture meaning no stay.
After some awkward glances and formal talks you were successful in stirring the fluidity between the three.
And now, Seungkwan and Junhui are more Vernon's friends then they are yours.
You are really content, though sometimes you get jealous how close they seem but it's funny how perfectly Vernon slots himself in your life.
What's funnier? It's the way your heart has been constricting whenever you're around Vernon. The air around get harder to breath in when he's too close to you. You know what it means, you're not dumb.
And because you're not dumb you know that harbouring a crush on Vernon is ridiculous because, well, he's handsome, he's a popular and he has the whole town lined up for him.
Everytime it occurs to you, a wistful sigh comes out and you end up waving the thoughts away.
Your memories of the past weeks makes you realise how Vernon clogs in each one of them.
"If I'm failing this class, it's on you."
Your GE lectures are similar expect nowadays you are occupying one of the chairs at back and Vernon's bag is of no use as he always lays his head on your shoulder quoting it gives him the best sleep.
"Stop being dramatic, take notes and let me sleep Y/N."
Instead of taking notes, you always end up counting his lashes, admire his sharp nose or linger your gaze on his lush lips.
"Don't you have a match tomorrow?"
You couldn't pinpoint since when you had started taking notes of his session calenders for the soccer matches.
"Will you come?"
It was kind off ritual to Vernon, asking you to attend the matches and getting a no everytime. Not that he minded, knowing you had no interest or knowledge in the sports, plus the extra classes you attended was taking much of your time and he would never want to add another baggage to your counter.
"Here, I made you porridge since you still have fever but decided to work your shift.", Vernon places the carrier on the counter sounding disappointed, "I got you some medicines as well."
After your shift ended, you found Vernon waiting for you by one of the tables. You took the carrier and pushed it to him, taking the seat adjacent to his.
"You want me to feed you?"
You didn't even have to answer him and he was opening the lids while holding the spoon in his hands.
The red tints on your cheeks were not from fever burns but because of the guy who was feeding you, even letting you use his other arm as a pillow but he didn't need to know that.
Seungkwan takes a sip of his Iced Americano in silence. Junhui is unusually quiet, he's the one spacing out today.
"You have done nothing except for sipping on that never ending drink", Vernon points to Seungkwan in an accusatory tone and turns to the one sitting beside him, "And you, are you awake? Are you sleeping? Are you even listening?"
Seungkwan lets out a hum, a poised one which makes Vernon anxious.
"So you admit to liking Y/N?"
Vernon cocks his brow, "Is this a court session? Am I being charged?"
"Just answer in Yes or No."
"Yes. I like her, a lot. I think I love her.", Vernon says it again, with sincerity and emphasis.
Junhui chimes in with a grin, "We know. You're damn obvious but", the grin is wipped off and seriousness ghosts over as he continues, "It's not that we don't trust you but we want to be sure that this is not some kind of prank or a bet which general goes on between the group of jocks. We have seen that a lot and everytime the one on recieving end gets heartbroken, mocked and it becomes their pain to bear."
"The one causing it is termed cool or passed as if it's obvious. It never effects the popular person. They go on as if nothing ever happened and their popularity remains the same.", Seungkwan picks up, "To be honest, your other circle is good, I have never seen or heard anything problematic which comes as a surprise but I hope you understand where we both are coming from."
"No one would want to see their friend suffer", Vernon says with stark seriousness, "I swear on Cheshire and Soccer that I really love Y/N and I want to court her."
Seungkwan gasps before closing the palms over his mouth.
Junhui stands on his feet wide eyed, the chair making the loudest screech because of the abrupt movement.
And Vernon thinks he had said something wrong. Incredibly wrong.
"Oh my god, did you hear him?", Seungkwan asks Junhui.
"He's totally smitten, gosh!", comes the other's response.
Vernon groans, heart pulsating a little lesser than before. He's at fault for forgetting how dramatic these two idiots can be.
They exchange a knowing glance before looking Vernon.
"Confess to her.", both of them say in unison.
Vernon is however unfazed, "Trust me I want to. If I could do it right now--"
"Do it as soon as you can.", Seungkwan encourages him.
"It's not easy when I know I'll get awkward around her", Vernon knows he's gonna spend some sleepless nights, "But I need to one up."
You are confused when you reach the shelter to see no signs of Vernon when he was the one to call you up to meet him here.
Cheshire meows at you, circling around your feet when you notice a note tied to her tail.
Turn left and walk past the tree if you wanna a play a game with me.
-Vernon
Your eyes squint searching for the creator of the note that you're holding as you turn around. You start walking towards the instructed place while Cheshire follows you.
Vernon is so nervous that if now someone asks him which team he plays for he'd mix up the names, his jersey number, even the position he plays in.
He almost jolts when he sees you approaching but Goodness Gracious his calming pill, Cheshire is also with you.
"What's the meaning of this note?"
"I want to send a code to you.", Vernon explains, "Answer three questions to get a slot each time and put it as a whole to decode my message."
You have never been this confused in your entire existence but you comply.
"First question,", Vernon says, his nervousness swaying away a bit, "Which jersey number is generally assigned to a team's first choice goalkeeper?"
The gears in your head don't need to turn at all.
You immediately respond, "When I said, I intake everything you speak about your passion including facts, I mean it.", your lips curl up, "The answer is 1."
Everytime he thinks his heart couldn't swell more you prove it wrong.
"Correct!", he is grinning, being so proud of you.
You mirror his grin
"Next question is... it's the easiest of all", his brows cocks at you, "What's the only self-enumerating number in English?"
You scoff and speak nonchalantly, "4. What am I, a four year old trying to memorize numbers?"
Vernon chuckles, "You got that correct too. Now time for the last question."
You brace yourself for the last one. Cheshire is seated on the ground, in between you two, her gaze moving from you to Vernon and vice versa.
"I am usually found with a couple of friends, Quarter a dozen, and you'll find me again. What am I?", he asks with a underlying tone, "Even though it's a riddle, you'll have to take the words as it is to crack this."
It's time you have use your brain. Riddles are meant to make you think about everything expect for the actual answer which most of times are present in the question itself.
Vernon watches you intently as you bite your nail, a habit of yours when you're thinking too hard. He crouches to pet Cheshire and the later purrs in content.
Some time passes by and you're still thinking of everything and anything unaware of the amused looks you're getting from both Vernon and Cheshire.
"Got it!", your sudden yell startles him, "The answer is 3!"
Vernon is instantly up on his heels as he smiles, "Congratulations for getting all the no-brainers correct.", he laughs when you scowl, "Now the last part, put the answers together and you'll get the code. Decode it and that'll be the message I'm trying to send you."
"Okay, let me put it together.", you mumble, "In order right? Then it's 1 4 3--"
You tongue gets tied and you look at Vernon with wide eyes. The nervousness that had simmered down comes back to him tenfold. He could feel his legs giving up when he meets your gaze.
None of you speak.
Both of you are frozen.
His heart might burst out of his chest if you prolong your answer one minute more. You only hope that what's Vernon trying to say is the only meaning to 143 that you know.
Cheshire, the cute little bean could also sense the tension between her adoptive parents. So she meows to stir some mobility.
Vernon thinks it's time he asks for his sake. He's about to open to his mouth when he hears you.
"I love you too.", you say so timidly and look away that Vernon has to close the gap between you two.
"Can you say it again?", he asks in desperation, "Do you really mean it?"
The index hooked under your chin, forces you to look at him.
"I love you, Vernon."
Comes your affirmation and the words that he needed to hear.
His head dips down to plant his lips on yours. Your arms circle around his neck and his settles on your waist.
He has his eyes opened while you have them closed. That's definitely a sight he'd love to see everyday, he's sure. You're loving the plush of his lips against yours and you don't miss how gentle his grip is on you. This feeling is so new yet so satisfactory that you'd need to have it everyday, you're sure.
"I love you, Y/N.", he whispers against your lips and you pull him back to have the touch of his lips again.
It's intoxicating.
You are kissing under the stars, moonlight being the only illumination on you both. The birds are chirping something soothing faraway and the cold breeze is doing nothing to cool you because it's Vernon, the only other you can feel on yourself.
You both break the kiss giggling when you hear another mewl from Cheshire. You immediately lift up the feline in your arms and Vernon is hugging you from back as you both pet her.
"You could have just confessed directly you know?", you crane your neck to tease him, "What if I got the answers wrong?"
Vernon pecks your forehead and says, "I had a lot of alternatives ready. I wouldn't have let you go until I got the correct answers from you."
You gaped at him in disbelief.
"Such a dork."
"But your dork", he laughs making you smile as well.
"How about we rename Cheshire to Cupid?"
"The shop is closed, we won't be taking anymore orders Sir.", you are half leaning on the counter and as you joke around with the man standing infront of you.
Your boyfriend.
Vernon is unfazed, "I was in a mood good, would have tipped you well."
You snort at his response and you're undoing the ties of your apron, "Well in that case, along with our regular menu I can provide you an exclusive item."
"Sounds good, can I know what it entails?"
You keep the apron inside the case and walk out from behind the counter. When you do so, Vernon is instantly pulling you to him as he entwines his fingers with yours.
"Would you prefer Coffee, Tea", you grin tightening your grip on him, "or just more of Me?"
Vernon feigns to ponder, even rubbing his chin for a good measure, "The last one sounds appealing. I'd always like to have you, love."
"You're so corny.", you're pinching the bridge of his nose, "Good that I love you."
Vernon just smiles and the warmth he's radiates is enough for you to thrive longer, to love stronger.
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Seventeen Recs (updated: dec. 2, 2022)
Warnings usually left by authors at beginning of each
My warnings just in case (I hope these make sense): ⤵
♨ - contains nsfw in story 🔞 - just nsfw
💖 - my faves (Some fave writers tagged at bottom also)
Series (Multi-part fics) / OT13 Masterlists
My Heart By Your Side Forever - Masterlist💖 ~ soulmate au, OT13
And The Universe Said, - Masterlist ~ soulmate au, OT13
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A Thousand Starlights - Masterlist
S. Coups
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Love Hard - Masterlist ~ text au, college au
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My Daisy - Masterlist💖 ~ single dad!mingyu
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Retracing Steps🔞, RS: Alt ending+bonus♨ 💖
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FIC REC : SEVENTEEN
choi seungcheol (scoups)
yoon jeonghan (jeonghan)
hong jisoo (joshua)
moon juinhui (jun)
kwon soonyoung (hoshi)
jeon wonwoo (wonwoo) part 2
lee jihoon (woozi)
lee seokmin (dk)
xu minghao (the8)
kim mingyu (mingyu)
boo seungkwan (seungkwan)
chwe hansol (vernon)
lee chan (dino)
SEVENTEEN OT13
getting closer masterlist (serie finished, smut, angst, fluff, vampire!au)
the xperiments masterlist (serie finished, supernatural!au, angst mostly)
monster mash (serie finished, halloween!au, paranormal!au, smut, tons of differents versions of seventeen)
monster mash season 2 (serie finished, halloween!au, paranormal!au, smut, tons of differents versions of seventeen)
amortentia (ongoing serie, hogwarts!au, fluff, angst)
welcome to seventeen world (ongoing serie, CEO!au)
mafia seventeen (ongoing serie, smut, mafia!au)
imprinted (serie ongoing, werewolf!au, differents stories, smut, fluff, angst depending on the member)
tales from the pack (serie ongoing, werewolf!au, differents stories, smut, fluff, angst depending on the member)
the letter box (finished serie, fluff)
SVT HUBS hyung line maknae line
14 nights of halloween (mostly smut and horror, supernatural!au)
fear : an ode to your blood (dont have the link bc @msmadness99 deactivated if anyone knows if the fic is somewhere else PLEASE lmk) (vampire!au, smut, horror?)
getting closer (an ode sequel) (same thing as fear: an ode to your blood)
reaction
finding nude pola (smut, suggestive)
walking on you and them (smut)
Other bloggers masterlist/fic recs
sebuntease masterlist (mostly smut)
bbugyu headcanons/recs
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Hi! I really anjoy your blog! I honestly don't use Tumblr for anything else except reading your svt fics and reactions and honestly it makes my day! I also follow two more Blogs (sluttyminghao and sluttywoozi) that post this kind of content... I was wondering if you know of any other similar blogs that post about svt? 🙈 I've seen smth about a svt hub but I can't find it! Rather I'm confused if it's a blog or a tag or what exactly it is...
If you could help me I'd be grateful :) If not you can just ignore this message (I hope I'm not bothering you) 😬
@svthub is a network of bloggers that write svt work!! you’ll be able to find a whole list of writers there
and if you’re looking for even more @planetdream @hoshzone @venerex @seungcheolics @candiedmingyu ( @svtcoffeeshop ) @seokgyuu @bbugyu @husbandhoshi are some v talented writers as well <3
#sorry if there’s accidental overlap i tried to cross reference as best i could#answered#anon#writer recs
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The Swedish capital now has a plan in place to ban gas and diesel cars in part of the city beginning in 2025, according to Bloomberg. The ban is going to begin in a 20 block area around the capital's finance hub, the report says.
The same area also houses the city's main shopping attractions. It'll only allow "electric cars, some hybrid trucks and fuel cell vehicles", the report says, citing rules reported by SVT that will be presented mid-week(..)
P.S. One more reason to ditch fossil fuel vehicles...It looks like a fairly rich area of the city and for the majority of residents there, new electric cars are not such an expensive purchase, especially considering that around 2024, several new electric cars will enter the European car market at much more affordable prices such as the Volvo EX30...
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1|3 – The Sun;; HJS
Word Count;; 1.8k
Genre;; Fluff, Humour(ish), S2Ls
Pairing;; Joshua x Reader
Summary;;
Lacking the energy to finish your book, you’re debating whether or not to grab another coffee when you overhear a certain someone’s plan to confess. Within moments the story beats you’ve always known are tossed out the window and you’re thrust into the life of a contemporary romance lead.
Warnings;;
None! Just some overactive wingmen in the form of Hoshi and DK, and Reader is a coffee drinker.
Notes;;
Here is the second instalment of a collab I am doing with @writeformesinpie - Holidays With Seventeen. Every 14th day of the month is considered a holiday in South Korea so we’re basing the prompts off those!
March 14th (when this was meant to be posted) is White Day!
I’ve put this off for so long [5 months] because I wanted to do him justice and my mental state isn’t doing great but I can’t wait any longer to feel better so alsjdfkg
Collab Masterlist
Main Masterlist || SVT Masterlist
With a press of a button your music pauses. The soft melodies cease, replaced with the electric hum of the small café. Situated within a much larger bookstore, it’s a hub of activity as friends gather and customers congregate. Young and jubilant, the barista laughs along with her jokester coworker. There’s a harsh hiss as one of the many coffee machines fills the open space with the distinct scent of roasted java beans.
Returning your focus back to your book, you debate whether or not to take a break. The afternoon is escaping right through the gaps of your attention; if you blink too hard night will have fallen. Yet you can’t deny the heaviness behind your eyes. There’s a weariness settling in your spine, right where your posture is the worst. Stretching your legs may provide enough of a boost to see you through to the end of the chapter, or it might backfire and spread your building exhaustion throughout every inch of your body.
A yawn passes through your lips. Once more your gaze flits around the bookstore. So much to read, so little time. Your latest purchase starts to close, pages slipping out from in between your fingertips. It’s still early in the evening – you could, in theory, push yourself to finish. But books are made to be enjoyed, not rushed.
Behind you, hushed bickering reaches your ears. It’s coming from your preferred window, the one a small group of gentlemen snagged just an hour prior. Discerning three distinct voices, you decide to listen in on their conversation.
“You gotta shoot your shot, bro.”
“Yeah, dude, you gotta.”
“No, actually, I don’t,” the softest of the three speaks, his voice melodic and warm.
“At some point it’ll stop being cute and become creepy instead.”
“You don’t want to be known as the library stalker, do you?”
“This is a bookstore,” Softie says, a hint of incredulity interlaced between each syllable.
“It doesn’t matter!”
“And it doesn’t change anything. You don’t want to be a loser in love forever, right? There’s no better time than…?”
Softie sighs and once more you’re entranced by the gentleness underlying his resigned tone. “Than right now. I know." A pause. "But what if it isn't the right time?"
"It is!"
"You can do this!"
A heavier pause followed by a sharp exhale. "Yeah, I can do this."
His much louder friends shout in glee. You don’t need to turn around to know it’s their chairs screeching against the tile flooring. Whoever the lucky person may be, they’ll have a hard time ignoring Softie thanks to the duo’s total lack of subtlety. They bounce on the spot, their shoes rhythmically hitting the ground with enough force to rattle your table.
Your lips pull up into a smile. It’s not every day that you get to watch a confession. Though you suppose if there were any day the chances would be at their highest, White Day would be it. Love is in the air, infectious and feverish. Many young couples have come and gone throughout the day.
The group is (somehow) growing louder. Part of you wants to turn around and watch, to get a front-row seat to the show. The sensible part, however, reminds you of a little thing called privacy. Just because his friends broadcasted his intentions to the whole store doesn’t mean you’ve been invited to witness him bare his soul to another. Heck, you don’t even know these people.
But if you happen to shift in your seat, it would be to get more comfortable, not because you’re nosy. And if they happen to pass into your line of sight then that’s on them, not you. This is a public space after all. And it’s not like it’s going to hurt anyone if you catch a glimpse of a young love blossoming. Maybe it’ll bring you good luck and end your dry spell? And if that’s the case, you can’t not watch.
Between the cacophony of their excitement (now flanking you on two sides) and the moral debate you’re trapped in, his approach goes unnoticed. At least by you. By the time you realise just how many patrons have turned their attention to you and the very possible reason for it, he’s slipping into your space.
“Hi.” The sun has abandoned the sky in favour of materialising before you. Blinding and brilliant, his every feature is angelic. You avert your gaze, heat searing your cheeks. “I’m Joshua.”
You greet him in turn, providing your name after an expectant pause. Somehow his expression brightens further, illuminating your world with his radiance, coaxing the caution hidden within your shoulders to dissipate. Never has your name sounded sweeter than when it rolls off his tongue. It’s a hushed whisper yet it echoes around you.
“This might be a bit presumptuous but I was wondering if I could take you out for coffee some time?”
Warmth bubbles within your chest, awakening a kaleidoscope of butterflies. They take flight within your stomach, tickling you from the inside out while lifting your features into a goofy grin just from the sound of his voice alone. It’s deep and welcoming, and you’re sure you could lose yourself within his words. Before you have a chance to respond, however, his friends pipe in.
“Give him a chance!”
“He’s a good guy!”
They slide into your peripheral. Inviting themselves to the table, one sits beside you while the other steals a chair from the table to your left. You'd feel trapped if they weren't so friendly, their faces alight with mirth as they address you.
"He's pretty, right? And handsome, right?" the one to your right says. Warmth radiates from his smile, his eyes luminous like the moon at midnight. He nods at you in encouragement but you're not given a chance to respond.
Almost as if he's speaking right into your ear, the one to your left doesn't bother to control his volume. "If you think he's great already, you should get a load of his personality! He's such a keeper, such a funny guy!"
The moon laughs at this. Unsure just what the joke is, you shift your gaze between the group. Joshua's mouth falls open in protest but morphs into a weak smile when your eyes land on him. More laughter breaks out to your left. It's exaggerated and comical. Leftie even goes as far as to slap his knee to really sell his point. You risk a glance, knowing full well that his enthusiasm is contagious.
His smile takes up most of his petite face. When you make eye contact, he gives you a thumbs up and nods vigorously. Both of Joshua's wingmen are talking to you now but the words are a jumbled mess, much too close and impossibly loud. When you look at the moon, he gestures at Joshua, his head bobbing up and down at such a speed you worry he'll hurt himself.
"Oh, what a catch he is!"
"You sure are lucky! I'm so jealous!"
"Sometimes I wish he'd date me!"
This sets off a chain reaction and soon they're both laughing in earnest. The sincerity behind it elicits a chuckle from within your chest. While their laughter makes you (almost) think he is in fact not a catch, your racing nerves ease with each passing second spent between their overflowing joy.
“I am so sorry about them," Joshua sighs, shaking his head. His eyes betray him, however; they shine with a playful sheen even as he glares at them each in turn. After they settle down, he points toward the small-faced man to your left. "That's Seokmin and–"
"I'm Hoshi!"
The moon straightens up in his seat, thrusting his hand into your space. You take it and give him a firm shake. Pleasantries are spoken all while your hand remains in his grasp. Then another hand appears before you and, with your dominant hand preoccupied with Hoshi, you offer your other to Seokmin.
A mess ensues.
They're enthusiastic even when it comes to something as simple as a handshake. Your arms are given an impromptu workout and offered no reprieve as they ask a million questions.
"Dokyeom, Soonyoung, think maybe you could grab us some coffee?" Joshua's voice is strained as he struggles to reign his friends back under control.
"Starting the date already, huh?" Seokmin whistles as he stands. "A regular Casanova."
Hoshi laughs, high-fiving his friend over your head. He drifts away from the table but abruptly turns around to Joshua. After a series of presumably encouraging gestures, he faces you and waves with both hands. It's unsynchronised and messy, just like the last few minutes spent in their presence, but their spontaneity is a breath of fresh air. Unable to ignore such an exuberant display, you return the wave with an unrestrained grin.
"We conveniently have to leave now," Seokmin says, following in Hoshi's footsteps. "It was nice meeting you!"
Watching them 'leave', you snort when you see them disappear behind a bookshelf. After a few seconds some books are rearranged until a small window appears around eye level. Your eyebrow quirks and you shake your head. Deciding to focus on the person who (despite their good intentions) has been overshadowed by the duo, you ignore their muffled giggles and push them to the back of your mind.
"Hi," you whisper, allowing your expression to soften. It's quieter now, so much so you worry he might hear your pounding heart. "I don't think I've ever been this entertained by strangers before."
"They're not usually like this. They're just… excited? I guess." He gestures between you. "Because of this."
"They seem nice."
A hint of a laugh underlies his sigh. "They're something, that's for sure."
His eyes dart toward the shelf and its moving books. You can hear their not-so-hushed whispers even from within the energetic café. Hoshi found a short collection of myths about tigers and they're discussing it at great lengths.
When Joshua's attention returns to you, showering you with the full vibrance of his smile, your breath hitches. With the others serving as a buffer you had been able to avoid falling head over heels for him. Now with nowhere to look except into his comforting gaze, his presence surrounds you like an embrace.
There's an anxious lilt in his tone as he asks, "I hope they didn't dissuade you from that date?"
"Of course not," you murmur, aware of the heat creeping up your neck. "If you're not busy maybe we could get to know each other a little better now?"
His eyes widen for a brief moment before his features relax into a shy smile. "I'd like that. I'll grab us some drinks."
He gives the bookshelf a quick thumbs up. It replies in the form of two very loud cheers.
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Hello! I am WritingMingyu, but you can call me Courtney. I love to write and decided to dip into writing KPop fanfic on a whim! I’m not sure how much I’ll write or anything but if I take a notion for something I’ll be posting here.
Currently I am only writing fanfic for SVT. I do write for other fandoms under a different name, so if you are interested check out @cullengirl1901
If you have any requests or wanna chat feel free to message me! I don’t know how good I’ll be at requests but I’ll give it a shot 😊 Like everyone I have things I won’t write about, so please respect that.
Also thanks so much for taking the time to read my stories, it means a lot to me!
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- After Soundcheck
- Mornings With Mingyu
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✧. ┊Seth Mae┊ .✧
"Me? Causing trouble for the company? What could possibly make you say that?"
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PROFILE
Name: Seth Mae
Korean Name: Mae Junho
Stage Name: eden
Age: 21
Date of birth: 19/12/2002
Pronouns: He/Him
MBTI: ENFJ/INFJ
Representative Animal: Deer
Representative Emoji: 🦌
Position/s: FOTG, Vocalist, Choreographer, Stylist, Maknae
Fun fact: Seth can do a double back handspring
image credits: me :]
APPEARANCE
Appearance description - 5’8, freckles, blue eyes, blonde slightly above shoulder length hair, generally pulled into a half up half down style, lots of piercings, nobody knows for sure if he has tattoos, soft and deer-like features
Voice Claim: Speaking voice like Soobin (TXT), singing voice like Joshua (SVT)
Personality - Golden retriever to the max, a bit shy around people he doesn’t know UNLESS there are cameras around or a performance involved. then he is The most confident and extroverted person on the planet. He likes grape flavoured things and sunny weather, and dislikes capsicum and reading long things like novels.
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Welcome to Ravens Borough episode 18
Somewhere in the unheard of town of Ravens Borough
The contents of this story are nsfw therefore not for children
"Welcome to the hearts of steel madam" drex said as Ameila and Ava walked down the steps holding hands. The spot lights moved around the room as vanilla twilight by owl city played. They walked along the bar as Ameila kissed Ava's hand and twirled her onto a bar stool. Before Ameila was behind the counter facing her.
"Alright madam I don't know what can I get you tonight?" She asked
Ava tapped her fingers on the bar
"Mhhh.. I dunno, are you on the menu?" She asked
"Tempting.. but I got someone at home" Ameila said
"Disheartening.. Surprise me I suppose" Ava said as Ameila grabbed a few bottles off the shelf while sliding over the photo that said 'yes I'm still your wife idiot'
"Oooo can you make me a cheese cake?" Ava asked
"I suppose that ain't too much to ask for" Ameila said, sliding her a drink.
"Ooo it's blue" Ava said as Ameila grabbed the counter top and folded it up revealing a stove hiding under it
"Hmm.. actually I think I have some in the fridge" she said crouching down next to the recipe books that were unopened as she moved over to a small fridge
She pulled the handle as the door popped open being met with a sticky note that said rules to live by 'earth is round, the sky's not actually blue but who's asking. Grass is green Ava's your wife and pussy pussy. Salt it salt if you didn't get any. It was your own damn fault, as she grabbed a cheesecake from the fridge and closed the door. "There you go" Ameila said sliding it across the table
"Yay!" Ava said starting to chow down on it
"..."
"What" Ava said looking at Ameila
"Oh god what are you thinking" Ava said
"You eat dick the way you eat that cheesecake?" Ameila asked
"Fuuuuuuuuuck yoooooooou!" Ava said looking away
"You can try but I'm the dominant one" Ameila said
"Shut!" Ava said finishing her cheese cake and taking a sip of her drink
"If I wanted to eat your dick like cheesecake I'd do it" Ava said
"Fair enough" Amelia said refilling her drink with a different amounts
"Hmmm I see. You don't follow a recipes" Ava said
"Not really I just wing making them" Ameila said
"On the bright side at least you feel special. No too drinks are ever the same" Amelia said
"Don't quit your day job" Ava said standing up
"Wasn't planning on it" Amelia said.
The interstate was quiet asides from a sign with a singler flickering light that said 'ravens claw next four miles'. And next to it was a sign for 'ravens borough next two miles'. But the silence was broken as a two thousand eight dodge Magnum flew by the signs it was red with a black hood. Eva shifted gears as Robin held onto the oh shit bar for dear life
"Easy easy easy!" Robin yelled
"This was your fault. You know how I am." Eva said. Speeding up as they flew towards the detectives office
"And I also told you if you're not careful the Half shaft will disengage from the wheel hub. Due to the recall on the two thousand eight dodge Magnums!!!!" Robin said
"That's a fixable problem." Eva said.
"Oh… christ.." Robin said as they flew off the exit for ravens borough
"Plus I wanted to see its limits." Eva said slowing down considerably.
"Its got a top speed of one hundred twenty mph. And can go zero to sixty in six seconds" Robin said
"Huh, good to know." Eva said. Throwing the hand break as it drifted perfectly around the bend and straightened back out.
"Dammit this isn't Tokyo drift!" Robin said, fixing his aviators.. he looked in the rear view mirror as a big jacked purple twenty thirteen ford svt raptor slowly came up behind them. It had a massive light bar On Top and one across the bumper
"Of course it's not. But I can drift most things. Probably even a tank." Eva said.
"Thankfully you'll never get your hands on one" Robin said as a hand in the truck behind them pulled a string hanging from the roof as a loud train horn came out of the truck
"Gah, who the fuck?" Eva asked, turning to see the truck.
"Fuckin alright." Eva said, speeding up.
"For the love of.. Irene" Robin said as the truck sped up as well staying right behind them as she hit max speed. The horn blew as the turn signal activated
"Wow, that thing is quick." Eva said
It came up beside them being fat taller than them it has a toolbox over the back as it pulled in front of them it had a sticker over the back window that said this country girl ain't no princess with a back rack In front of it
"Who even…" Eva said, looking down. At a magnet on the back that said gas grass or ass no one rides for free
"At least they got their priorities in check" Robin said.
"That's true." Eva said.
It's horn blew again as it took a different exit.
"Good now we can get back without any more hassle." Eva said.
Some time later they arrived back at the detectives office.
Robin Opened the trunk where a birthday cake was sitting.
"Look at that, it's perfectly fine." Eva said.
"Surprisingly with your track record" Robin said
"I mean I've done similar stunts before." Eva said.
"My poor car" Robin said
"It'll be fine now that I'm not driving. Might need Orion to look at it. He might be able to fix the recall issue." Eva said.
"But for now let's get this cake to its place." She added picking up the cake as Robin shut the hatch hiding the massive subwoofers that were in the back of the seats.
"Nice car regardless. Sorry if I over did it." Eva said.
"She'll live" Robin said
"Fair enough." Eva said.
"Maybe anyway" Robin said
"It should be fine. Wonder if anyone else is gonna show up." Eva said.
"No idea." Robin said as the magnum tweeted like a bird.
"Fair enough, let's head in." Eva said heading inside with the cake.
…
Night fell over the detectives office as two shoes walked through a puddle outside. As a red jacket pulled over which had a cool lime green symbol on the back that lit up a small feminine hand flickered open an old square lighter as they lit a cigarette in their mouth
Inside the three where enjoying cake as their was four knocks at the door and then two double handed knocks
"What in the…" Rob said, opening the door.
"How's it going" Ameila said talking the cigarette out of her mouth as her eyes gave a slight glow in the dark
"Alright. Wasn't expecting to see you tonight considering." Rob said
"Well here I am" Ameila said
"Fair. Come on in." Rob said letting her in. She walked in putting her cigarette out as her jacket glowed behind her
"Looks like a pretty killer party over here" Amelia said
"I mean we already kinda finished but there's still plenty of cake left." Rob said.
"I have a great recipe for cake in my dictionary of a brain. My mom's house famous chocolate lava cake with crushed up peanut butter and brownie topping that's slathered in a nice melted peanut butter top" Amelia said
"That does sound pretty nice. even if I don't care for peanut butter too much." Rob said.
"Wa.. whaaaat!" Ameila replied
"What? Yeah, I don't do peanut butter that much. Maybe every once in a while but overall it's just not my favorite or most liked thing." Rob said.
"Are.. you like.. sick or something?" Ameila asked
"Nope. Might have something to do with dogs and peanut butter. And probably my dislike of stereotypes." Rob said.
"What you mean dogs and peanut butter!" Ameila said
"Dogs love peanut butter. I don't. Because I'm part werewolf." Rob said.
"That makes no fucking sence!" She said
"I mean yeah. Though I'm willing to give that cake a try." Rob said.
"Fuck it wanna know the truth?" Rob said.
"No you might make enimes here tonight" Ameila said
"Yeah im with her on this. First time ever hearing you don't like peanut butter" Robin said
"I liked peanut butter. Until I had my own money. Then I bought like twenty jars of it and devoured them in one sitting." Rob said.
"Alright now that's just retarded even for you" Robin said
"It's true. Cleaned those jars completely." Rob said.
"Why the fuck would you do that?" Ameila asked
"Because I could. My dad used those jars to store screws and shit." Rob said.
"Just because you can doesn't mean you should" Robin said
"I know. But I was young and dumb man, we all do stupid shit." Rob said.
"Not that stupid." Eva said.
"Et tu Eva?" Rob said.
"Hey it's my job to knock you back into place every once in a while." Eva said.
"But he never learns" Robin said
"Nope. Not even a little bit. But that's why he has us." Eva said.
"Been trying to get him to move on from cryptids for years" Ameila and Robin said in sync
"That's because there's fuck all to do with my skill set outside of this job." Rob said.
"Join the military, Join the police force, Join the swat team, Sell guns. There's so much shit to do with your skill set, run a bar" Robin said
"Yeah no that's my thing" Ameila said
"True but with this job I have a bit more freedom." Rob said.
"The government breathes down your neck the same as mine. the only difference is they'll kill you if you see something your not meant to" Robin said
"Fair point." Rob said.
"And I'm just here to make sure he comes back in relatively the same shape he left in." Eva said.
"That's what I think happened to Ralph" Robin said
"Poor Ralph.." Ameila said
"Yeah. Yeah that's a good point. I'd probably be better off as a police detective." Rob said.
"I hear defeat in your tone" Robin said
"Probably because I feel kinda… trapped in this job sometimes and that's why I go hunting for cryptids to at least keep it interesting outside of the… intimate stuff." Rob said.
"Almost like the entire plot of this story revolves around you being in this job?" Ameila asked
"Oi. This building is barely holding together at this point." Eva said.
"Just saying" Ameila said placing a bottle of rose whisper on the table
"I know. But still. This job lets me operate a bit more freely and actually help people from time to time." Rob said.
"If you really wanna help people. To actually make a difference then become a cop. I have an opening in foggy rock" Robin said
"I'll think about it. But I kinda just wanna stay here in Raven's Borough for the time being." Rob said.
"It's an hour drive at most" Robin said.
"Good point." Rob said.
"Hey what am I supposed to do then hm? Pulling your ass out of the fire is most of my job here." Eva said.
"You'd make more money get more benefits and get out of this shit hole you pretend is some sort of castle" Robin said
"Yeah. Those all sound pretty good points." Rob said.
"This place is pretty much one bad day from toppling over." Eva said.
"Alright it ain't that bad" Ameila said
"It gets pretty close in some storms." Rob said.
"But that doesn't really answer my question. What about me? I don't do this for the money or anything if I'm being honest." Eva said.
"Don't know what to tell you. Get a day job or be a stay at home wife" Ameila said
"I'd offer you a position at the heart of steel but he'd kill me" Ameila added gesturing to Rob
"I mean she can if she wants. I'm just worried she might get hurt or worse." Rob said.
"Yeah cuz you're gonna let her work at an underground bar for criminals. And not just criminals dangerous criminals" Ameila said
"That's a very good point." Rob said.
"Stay at home w-wife…" Eva said blushing.
"Aaaand you broke her good job." Rob said.
"Oh shut the hell up y'all been dating for at least 3 years now this is Basic bitch shit at this point" Ameila said
"Oh I know. She's just a romantic at heart and you kind of said a code word that's sent her into overdrive." Rob said.
"Hate to say it but I agree with your friend here. You should at least be engaged by now" Robin said
"As long as you make sure you come home safe I can find ways to occupy my time." Eva said.
"I mean i'll let you try out the hearts of steel if you want. Just remember that I'm not always gonna be around to save your ass if you get into a situation" Ameila said.
"I mean… I'm not opposed to the idea." Eva said.
"She can handle herself well enough." Rob said.
"But at the same time… I could definitely do with being able to relax for a while instead of having to pull his ass out of the fire." Eva said.
"I haven't proposed because I haven't had the money." Rob admitted.
"O-oh!" Eva said in surprise.
"Neither did I but I made a ring and slapped it on your finger" Robin testified
"Which is now who knows where" he added
"Oh that. That's currently attached to my dad's dog tags." Rob said, pulling a set of dog tags which read Valentine Dexter from under his shirt which had the ring on the chain.
"Well i'll be damned. You kept it. Little weird you kept it.. but i'll be damned you kept it" Robin said
"Well yeah. It's still sentimental. A sort of important moment." Rob said.
"Wait, why is it weird that he kept it?" Eva asked.
"Because it represents us as a couple which we no longer are" Robin said
"I kept it because I still care about you. So I can't throw it away and we weren't on speaking terms for a bit to give it back." Rob said.
"Fair enough" Robin said
"Did you want it back or?" Rob asked.
"I mean if it makes you happy keep it I guess" Robin said
"If you insist." Rob said, putting the dog tags back under his shirt.
"Kinda sweet." Eva said.
"Il show you sweet when I put my size nine foot up your ass" Robin said taking his aviators down with his finger
"Hey, no need for that." Eva said.
As Robin put his aviators back up
"You three are like the pathetic dirty threesome" Ameila said
"Heh, yeah that's not gonna happen." Rob said.
"Id kill myself Long before that started" Robin said
"Exactly. I don't know how to feel about that comment." Rob said.
"Good" Robin replied
"Neither do I…" Eva said.
"Also good" Robin said taking his feet off the table
"Anyway what'd you get up to today Ameila?" Rob asked.
"Woke up had breakfast Took Ava to the bar for dinner and then showed up here because the narrator had other ideas for how he wanted this episode to go" Ameila said
"Fair enough." Rob said.
"We really gotta fix that hole." Eva said, looking at the wall behind Ameila.
Ameila cracked her fingers as she grabbed a random poster and put it over the hole
"Done" she said.
"Where did you even… fuck it that works." Rob said.
"Well it's been fun but I should probably get back on patrol" Robin said standing up as his entire lower half popped
"Yeah, it was. Take care and I'll seriously think about what you said." Rob said getting up and hugging Robin.
"You know you can take a break any time right?" Eva said again
"Blah blah been called blah blah will answer always" Robin said leaving
"Fair enough. I respect that." Rob said.
"Just try not to spread yourself too thin alright?" Eva said.
"Well you know what they say I've been begging to Di-" Robin said cutting himself off by closing the door
"You heading out too Ameila?" Rob asked.
"Eh what the hell it's been ninety seconds" Ameila said also heading for the door
"Want some cake before you go, maybe bring some back to Ava?" Eva asked.
"Ehhhhhhhhhh sure" Ameila said
"Awesome. It's a pretty good cake." Rob said as Eva cut Ameila a couple slices of chocolate cake and wrapped one in cling wrap on a styrofoam plate while handling her the other slice on a styrofoam plate.
"Thank you" Ameila said leaving with it
"Have a nice drive!" Eva said.
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Seventeen
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🔞Smut/Mature/Suggestive
🐇Fluff
💣Angst
💕 Poly/Multiple
🖤 Toxic
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im not the anon who sent the original ask abt dreams involving the members but if u want duality here are the two most recent svt dreams i had, both starring joshua hong:
he tried to chase a MASSIVE flock of birds away from me bc he knew im scared of birds. i had to go rescue him myself bc they chased him back.
someone came up to me saying “hey 🌌 there’s something i think you should see” and the something turned out to be both of joshua’s sex tapes! this one was so vivid that the moment i woke up i checked the hub jic they really got leaked 🥵
god why cant i have a normal svt dream for once -🌌
lmao mine are usually sex dreams so 😪
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I love BTS as much as the next bitch but that’s all my dash is. And I love more groups and just them.
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Omg is eagles up yet? I live in the US
Hi, so sorry for the late reply! I get so many questions when a new season premieres, so some end up getting buried.
Both episode 1 and episode 2 of the fourth season dropped on SVT Play at 2 AM (CET) on January 28th. You can find both episodes with English subtitles in my episodes masterpost.
The episodes masterpost is pretty much the main hub for information, so I would keep it bookmarked for when the next two episodes release (February 4th, 2AM CET)! I'm constantly updating it while translating and subtitling, so you can see how much is left of the process and get an idea of when a subtitled episode will be out.
You can find the release dates for all episodes in season 4 here. The release dates are also written in the episodes masterpost.
You can also follow me on Twitter @eagles_transltd, where I tweet as soon as the translated transcripts and subtitled episodes are finished!
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