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Based on #119 Going Seventeen (GOING PRODUCTION), after Chan gets off work early.
💃 Pairing: idol!Chan/Dino x Reader
💃 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG/Pure fluff/Idol au, establish relationship
💃Word Count: 1.4k
💃 Warnings: None
💃 Author's Note: I've always wanted to write a story like this and since Chan's been on my mind lately (more than usual), I thought this was the perfect time to give it a try ☺️
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When Chan hears Seungcheol read their choreographer’s message in the group chat, he instantly gets a boost of dopamine. It’s his first time since debut to get the day off when asked. If this would’ve happened a couple of months ago, he would’ve seen if any of his members wanted to go hang out. Now, he just wants to head straight to your home. He just wants to hold you as much as he can.
As soon as the filming ends, he bids his members goodbye—though not without getting teased for why he’s so eager to depart—and leaves for your apartment.
As Chan nears your front door, he can hear music playing. It doesn’t take long to recognize the beat. It’s one of his group’s songs. Although this isn’t the first time you’ve tuned into his music, it still brings a smile to his face. He loves knowing you enjoy the music he and his members make.
Chan uses the spare key you gave him to step inside. He's instantly blasted with a whiff of sweets and loud tunes.
“Babe?” he calls out gently so he doesn’t scare you, taking off his shoes and placing them beside yours.
He doesn’t hear a reply.
He calls out one more time while moving farther in.
Still nothing.
It’s not until he rounds the corner that he sees you in the kitchen. Your back is to him, your body moving to the music while you sing.
Chan’s steps falter. The smile on his face grows tenfold as he watches. He can’t see what you’re doing, but from the sounds of something scraping, you’re mixing something in a bowl.
You pause in your mixing when you’re distracted by the chorus. Your singing gets louder, and your movements get bigger. It’s not the actual choreography, but that doesn’t matter. Chan’s heart squeezes at how endearing the sight is. He wonders if you know just how cute you look right now.
“Nice moves,” he calls out.
Your movements screech to a halt as you scream while you turn, back hitting the counter from your legs giving out.
Chan’s joyous expression instantly turns into worry.
“It’s just me! I’m sorry! Are you okay?” Chan rushes to kneel in front of you.
Your eyes are wide, and your hand grips the whisk tightly. It takes you a few seconds to realize who’s in your home.
“Channie?” you question in surprise.
Chan smiles, reaching out to swipe a speck of whatever you were mixing from your cheek. He goes to lick it from his thumb but you quickly stop him.
“Don’t! You might get sick!” you exclaim.
Chan laughs and still brings his thumb to his mouth. You watch with a frown as he licks it. He hums in satisfaction.
“Whatcha making, baby?” he asks, gently easing himself from your grip so he can hold your hand instead.
“Brownies,” you trail off as if realizing something’s off. “Wait—what time is it? Has the time really gone by so fast?”
Chan shakes his head and stands to his feet, helping you up as he goes.
“We got the day off after filming,” he explains.
You place the whisk back in the bowl before looking at him again.
“Really?” You smile.
Chan copies your grin, stepping closer until he’s trapped you against the counter.
“Couldn’t wait to come home to you,” he murmurs. His eyes drop to your lips, and he watches as they spread wider.
“I’m glad you’re here,” you say then wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in a kiss.
Chan’s arms circle your waist, welcoming the kiss with glee.
Your mouth feels so nice against his. He’s not sure if he’s still happy about leaving work early or if he’s just happy to see you, but he feels he’s about to combust from it.
“I need to finish these,” you say after you pull away.
Chan follows your finger pointing to the brown mix in a bowl.
“Do you need help?” he asks.
You shake your head, turning in his embrace so you can whisk the batter again.
Chan leans his head against yours while he watches you work. He lets the music still playing take the place of the conversation. Your warm body brings him so much comfort that he can’t help but snuggle closer, earning him a small giggle from you.
After giving the batter a few more stirs, you retrieve a pan and pour the batter over the parchment paper you pre-cut. Once it’s in the oven, you turn around again.
“You really can’t stay still, hm?” you question.
Chan tilts in head in confusion. “Huh?”
You chuckle. “You’ve been swaying back and forth this entire time.”
“I have?” he wonders, not realizing he was doing so.
You nod, smiling. “You can take the dancer out of the studio, but you can’t take the dancer out of him.”
Chan laughs.
“Speaking of,” he fades off and walks you both from the counter. He drags his hands from your waist to your hands.
“Care to show me those dance moves again?” he teases lightly.
You laugh and try to hide your face in his chest, but he keeps stepping back.
“Come on, babe. Let’s see them,” he says and gives your joint hands a shake.
Granted, you’re not the worst dancer out there, but you’re nowhere near Chan’s level of skills. He recalls you saying you probably have one-tenth of his talents, but Chan doesn’t care.
“Dance with me instead,” you whine, pulling him to you and away from the counter more.
“Okay,” he replies with a laugh.
Chan tugs you to him and places a hand on your waist while he holds the other. Meanwhile, you put your free hand on his shoulder.
Chan begins to lead you around the kitchen, moving in circles that match the music. Then without notice, he spins you away from his body before tugging you back and dipping you.
You stare up at him stunned.
“You’re cute,” he chuckles and presses a sweet kiss to your lips before standing you upright.
“I thought I was gonna fall!” You pout.
Chan starts swaying you both again.
“I’d never let that happen,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.
You grin and circle your arms around his neck. You snuggle against his chest, feeling overjoyed to have the opportunity to spend more time in his arms. He makes you feel safe and ease any worries you may have.
Chan begins to hum while rocking you to and fro. The speaker still plays his group’s songs and Chan waits until his part comes on to sing softly in your ear.
“My love only amounts to this,” he sings, making you smile and lift your head to see him. He stares down with so much fondness in his gaze.
“But thank you for staying by my side, my baby,” he continues.
He lets the song go on without him as he slows his dancing until you’re both standing in each other’s embrace.
“You make me happy, Channie,” you whisper and lift a hand to his cheek. He tilts his head into your palm while you rub your thumb across his skin.
“You make me happy, too, baby,” he replies. “So damn happy.”
Chan leans in to plant another kiss on your lips. His movements are slow, controlled—full of adoration and care. He doesn’t need to tell you I love you when he kisses you like this; you can feel how much he does. It almost brings tears to your eyes, but a brash alarm startles you both. Chan’s hold becomes tighter as he looks around on alert. It takes you a second to realize what the sound is for.
“Down, boy,” you tease and pat his chest. “The brownies are done.”
Chan relaxes his hold, ears turning slightly pink. You giggle and peck his lips before wiggling out of his grasp.
You reach for the oven mittens when Chan takes them instead. He slides his hands in then retrieves the hot pan from the oven. You watch with a small grin, leaning against the counter.
When the pan is set down and the gloves are off, Chan turns to you.
“Shall we dance again while we wait for them to cool?” he asks playfully and holds out a hand.
Your laughter rings out in the small apartment. You place your hand in his and let him lead you around the kitchen again—singing and dancing with goofy grins until your brownies are way past cool and your heart is bursting from all of Chan’s love.
brownies sound SO GOOD right now omg. but yessss, he gives off such cute boyfriend vibes. i can def see him dancing around with his significant other! he's such a comfort.
After being assigned a fashion show for your big senior project, you set off to find volunteers to make it successful. However, when you meet Choi Seungcheol and his unfriendly clique through your volunteers, you realize they’re an unwanted package deal you can’t escape from. Can you handle Seungcheol's obnoxious friends, and can he handle your brash behavior?
🍒 Pairing: businessMajor!Seungcheol x fashionMajor!Reader (afab)
🍒 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Slice of life (!!!), slow burn, drama, fluff, angst, smut; Unrequited enemies to lovers (lol), strangers to lovers, college au
🍒 General Major Warnings for Series: reader has she/her pronouns (referred to as girl, miss), reader dresses really feminine, reader is not nice, character outfit descriptors, reader wears seungcheol’s clothes, parent/family issues (marital problems), bullying, cursing [refer to specific chapters for more]
🍒 Total Word Count: ~76,568 😆
🍒 Betas: Sarah (@love-strike), Indi (@playmetheclassics), Kelly (@here4kpopfics), Freya (@angelwoozi) 🥰
🍒 Graphic Credits: All banners and story dividers in this series were created by me. Please ask to use.
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Hi Bambi!! For your anniversary event, I would like to request Vernon with a fantasy au of your choosing with the prompt "You never should have left." For the svt song, maybe "Fear?" Any genre is fine!!
-aeristudios
Fear Vernon is top tier. Thank you for sending in a request, Aeris!!! 💙✨
🦇 Pairing: vampire!Vernon x Reader
🦇 Genres/AUs: Angst, some fluff, non-idol au, fantasy au, established relationship
🦇 Warnings: Blood, biting
🦇 Word Count: 1.8k
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Vernon's unwell.
His body aches. He's sweating gallons. His ears ring.
What bit him to cause him to react like this? Perhaps he had something with peanuts in it earlier? But these reactions are unlike his allergic ones.
You stare at him with your eyebrows upturned as you dab his forehead with a hand towel. You won't say you're worried for him, but it's obvious in your expression.
What's wrong with him?
The sound of your slightly quick breathing fills the air. It's so quiet in the house that it feels like it's blasting through speakers.
And that smell.
That sweet, tangy scent that's like a savory meal that makes his stomach growl. Maybe he didn't get enough food at the restaurant.
When you move closer to pat the bead of sweat sliding down his sideburn, the scent intensifies. He swallows instinctively as if his throat is suddenly dry.
"Did I hurt you?" you ask, abruptly stopping your movements.
He blinks rapidly as the edges of his vision begin to blur. "N-No. It's… I don't know."
"Let's lay you down, Nonie," you murmur and set aside the towel.
You both flinch at the contact when you go to help him up. He expected your hand to be warm, but what it was was ten times hotter than normal.
"You're cold," you state, contradicting to what he felt. He's sweating like crazy, yet he's supposedly cold. It doesn't make sense.
"And you're burning up," he replies. "Are you sure you're not the sick one?"
Your eyes dance over his frame. "I'm sure."
There's a pause before you gesture to the hallway that leads to the bedroom. He rises slowly. Your hands are just out of reach, ready to grab him if he falls. Thankfully, he makes it to the room without stumbling. While he lies down, you retrieve the bathroom trash can and place it beside the bed. He doesn't feel queasy, but he understands it's just a precaution in case anything changes. You both don't know why he's feeling so ill in such a short time. Just hours ago, you were both laughing at the restaurant, feeling fine.
Once you're in bed next to him, he reaches out to grab your hand. The temperature difference is still shocking, but he keeps a hold of it on his chest. He can't have you against him like normal since he feels too hot, so this is the next best thing.
Vernon expects to fall asleep quickly. He feels fatigue and famished, but neither feeling subsides as the clock ticks. If anything, the latter is so insistent, he's decided to raid the fridge and pantry. He had tried to push away the temptation, but it's no use anymore. He feels like he's about to die if he doesn't get something in him.
Vernon glances at you sleeping. You've been so good to him tonight. He hopes he gets better soon, if only to make you stop worrying.
He lifts your joint hands together to kiss your knuckles.
That scent is back.
It causes his mouth to water and his throat to bob as he swallows again.
He sighs against your hand, frustrated with himself for not knowing why he's feeling this way. Then, unknowingly, trails his nose down your arm until his teeth brush against your inner wrist and inhales deeply.
Fuck.
What perfume did you wear to smell like this?
It's delicious.
Addicting.
His tongue darts out.
Need more.
Need something else…
Your arm jerks as you wake with a gasp.
Vernon jackknifes up, something warm on his lower lip. His tongue darts out to remove it, but then his body sags. For that single second, the aches ease. The pain in his stomach dissipates. Whatever he just licked is exactly what he's craving. That particular sweet…
Your eyes move to your wrist, brows furrowed. "What happened?"
Vernon's gaze moves from your eyes to your wrist. Two small red dots decorate your skin like pretty ruby gems.
His hands are not his own when he reaches out to bring your arm closer.
"V-Vernon, what," you trail off, watching as he slowly lowers his head to meet you halfway. Then, you freeze in place. Not that he really notices.
"You're bleeding on the back of your ne—Shit!"
Vernon's teeth have sunken into your skin.
That insatible hungry alleviates. The liquid that bursts on his tongue feels like heaven. It's the best thing he's ever consumed in his life. Fuck, he can't get enough. He wants more.
He needs more.
Then, something smacks against his head, disrupting his meal.
His head snaps up as he hisses.
Your shriek pierces through his sensitive ears. You're scrambling off the bed while he tries to gather his environment. Whatever had blanketed his senses lifts.
Something drips from his mouth. He lifts a hand to wipe it. When he sees the blood, he shifts his focus to you.
You've run to the bathroom. The faucet is on, and he hears your shaky breaths.
What happened?
Vernon swings his legs off the edge of the bed. His nostrils flare when that tangy scent invades him again. Fucking hell. Why can't he focus on anything else?
"Nonie," you call out at the threshold of the bathroom. You're holding a towel to your wrist and looking at him like he's wearing a scary mask. "What did you do?"
He blinks. What did he do?
"You think I"—he clears his throat that's gone dry once more—"did that? What exactly happened?"
You slowly lift the towel. Blood slowly pools out of two exits on your arm before you quickly cover it again.
The blood on the back of his hand is yours, he concludes. The liquid that was on his lips…
He springs up and races to the closet. He tears a hoodie from a hanger then bolts out of the room. He has to get out of here. He has to get away.
"Vernon!"
There are rumors of human leeches around town. Some have called them Siphons, others call them demons. Whatever they are, the rumors must be true. He must be infected. This poison is making him deadly.
"Vernon, stop!"
He had accidentally left his wallet in the car at dinner. Something had grabbed him from behind before a piercing pain shot down his neck. It was gone before he could even digest what had happened. When he reached back, his fingers came back bloodied. The event was so odd, he brushed it off as a strange bug bite. After all, the bite area didn't hurt or sting.
At least not immediately.
"Hey! Look at me," you say and grab his arm that's reaching for his wallet. He stills when your hand touches him.
"Where are you going?" you ask.
"Somewhere that doesn't put you in danger," he answers sternly. "Something's wrong with me. I hurt you. I-I'm so sorry."
"It isn't that bad. Just stay. We can figure this out together."
Vernon pulls his arm out of your grasp harder than he means to. He mutters another apology as he grabs his keys and pulls his hood over his head.
"It might be a few days, but I just need space." He rushes out his words. "I love you. I'm sorry."
He's gone before you can respond.
Days turn into weeks. Each one is more miserable than the last.
He's found an outlet. Animal blood doesn't taste as savory as human blood, but he refuses to go down that path. He fears he won't make it back if he does. His goal is to return to you, but every time he thinks he's doing better, he relapses. Someone brushes too close to him, or a kid scrapes their knee on concrete. He can't control the automatic desire to devour at the whiff of human blood.
He visits more than he should. In the dead of the night, he'll sit yards from the front door. He'll listen to your steady breathing. He'll wonder if you miss him.
He wonders if you forgave him.
Surely, you've pieced together the puzzle. You've always been smart, quick to catch on.
Do you even want him back?
Those thoughts consumed him until one night, he caught the scent of your blood.
The faintest smell, but unmistakably you.
At first, he thought you were in danger. However, before he could storm inside, his sight snagged on a white envelope. It wasn't addressed, but there were two small drops of blood on the top right.
Vernon had opened it with unsteady hands.
Nonie,
I'm still here when you're ready to come home. I forgive you. I miss you.
I love you despite the changes. Please, see me soon.
Vernon finds a letter every time he comes back. He can't quite call it home again, but the clenching feeling in his chest loosens with each paper he puts in the file he's collected in his hotel room.
Each letter is a plea for him to return. Sometimes it's a simple "I love you," other times it's you telling him about your day.
It's nearly a month when he decides he either needs to let you go or give this a chance. He still doesn't feel ready, but at least he's learned more about himself—about what he's become.
The moment the door opens, and you see him, you embrace him in a hug.
He inhales deeply, smells your delicious blood, and takes a calming breath. He pushes down the urge to sink his teeth into your skin.
"You never should have left," you whimper against his neck. "You didn't have to be alone."
Vernon's silent for longer than necessary, but you don't rush him. He hesitantly wraps his arms around your body.
"I had to," he whispers.
"Are you back for good?" you question, slowly pulling back to look at his matching glossy eyes.
"If you'll still accept me."
"Of course." Your response is immediate. Certain. "This is your home, Nonie. With me."
"With you," he echoes lowly, because it's hard for him to grasp that, despite the monster he's become, you're still by his side.
You smile and nod. Your gentle kiss has him melting. It's the first time his body has relaxed from something that's not the taste of blood.
He knows this isn't going to be easy. He knows there are going to be moments where temptation will be too strong. He'll have to leave again, but selfishly, he won't be able to be gone for good. Selfishly, he doesn't want to let you go.
Some will say it's because you're a reminder of when he was human. But when he looks into your eyes, he knows that's not true.
He's staying because your love will be the reason he keeps a sense of humanity.
[Book Yap] Defy the Night by Brigid Kemmerer Series
OKAYYYYYYY. It took me 3 days to finish this entire series and OMG??? It takes me a while to get into a book, but once I do, I get sucked in. After reading a page or two, I already couldn't stop thinking about it! I was so interested in it from the get-go!
The last book had me BAWLING! I was so on edge and trying to be hopeful, but I love me angst, so I was conflicted on how I wanted things to go.
Overall, I really enjoyed this series, and I lowkey want to buy the physical copies! The book covers are so pretty as well! I've been reading a lot of other people's thoughts, because I'd love to know how it's being received by others, so if you have any opinions about this series, I'd love to hear them—good and bad!
More reflection with spoilers below the cut:
ALIGHTY. When I started reading, I forgot the summary, so I had no idea what was going to happen. I knew Tessa and Corrick were going to be lovers, but that's all I remember. Then, here comes Wes, and I'm conflicted! I was trying not to get too attached since I knew he wasn't endgame, but when he died, I was DEVASTATED. CRUSHED. RUINED. What got me the most was how he "died" in such a humiliating way. Tessa never should've been able to see her best friend/lover in such a state.
I'll be honest and had my suspicions from the start since I believe Corrick's blue eyes are mentioned at the start, along with Wes's... So, when it was revealed, I wasn't totally surprised! But I thought that dynamic of Tessa loving Wes, but hating Corrick, made for such an interesting relationship. It was truly fun to read her internal struggles, and I LOVED the moments in the dark where she's reminded of Wes, even though he was never real. It really drove that confusion in her heart. It's also nice to know Wes, although he wasn't a real person, was still a real part of Corrick. And it aided in the narration of Corrick never wanting to be Cruel Corrick.
Harristan's part was nice! I think it was cool to see his POV and hear about his own struggles. It crushed me reading about how Corrick had people, but Harristan felt like he had no one (besides Corrick, obviously). And then him being shy and stuttering with Quint about being inexperienced—omg so cute!
THOUGH I did find their romantic relationship to be very sudden. Like, we only begin to learn that Harristan's gay when he meets Maxon (RIP), and maybe Violet... unless I'm overlooking info from the first book. Plus, we never see Harristan even interested in Quint until the middle of the... I don't even remember which book. But yes, I know we get HINTS about Harristan liking Quint, but it then just goes into them having sex a few chapters later. Which, I know some people have complained about why a sub-couple had sex before the main, but IDC lol. Let my man enjoy himself. Anyway, I wanted more build-up for these characters. I felt it was rushed just a tadddd too much. I was really glad that Harristan finally had someone, though.
Someone on Goodreads said this shouldn't be a YA because of the gay couple and... Come here. Let me reach through this screen and SMACK YOU. The fuck are you talking about this isn't "appropriate" because there's a gay couple. GTFO 😾
Continuing with Harristan and Quint, I was so happy they "died" together. The entire time everyone got off the ship back to Kandala, I was hoping it would be around the time of the explosion, and Corrick would rush to save his brother. But then to know it was AFTER and Harristan and Quint had "died," omg. I was sobbing so hard. Quint was so fun to read (tho, he got a little less yappy and "crazy" in the third book, which I missed), so I was so sad he "died" too, but I was overall happy Harristan wasn't alone in his "final moments." And then, I couldn't stop crying over the fact that Harristan was able to have a final word with Corrick, but Corrick never got to tell him goodbye. OMG THE ANGGGSSSSST.
Now, I was ecstatic to learn about Harristan's and Quint's survival, but I also understand other people's POV about them should've stayed dead. I can see both sides. In the midst of trying to calm myself down, I kept telling myself it was probably better since Corrick and Tessa could produce an heir (if they wanted to). But I saw comments saying it was selfish of Harristan to not return to the throne, esp since it seemed Corrick never wanted the crown anyway. I would say Corrick would rather leave it all behind, but Harristan has mentioned he would too, so idkkkkk... I didn't like that Corrick had to suffer for 6 months before he found out the truth. And I get he needed to take the reins and not rely on Harristan, but it was still cruel. Especially when it's narrated about Corrick having to be thrust into king status while grieving the loss like his brother. Harristan should've considered that fact and saved his brother from the same hardships he faced after their parents died. I think Harristan could've also still saved the kingdom and remained seen as a hero if he had emerged from the explosions.
It was also brought up that it was a little weird that no one searched for the king after the explosion. But honestly, if they exploded, you wouldn't see a body anyway 🥴 Tho I was also wondering if Corrick was going to demand he see his brother after finding out he died, but he never did. And I just now realized they never had a funeral???
Throughout the third book, I'm also realizing how little we got between Tessa and Corrick. While I did enjoy Harristan's parts, contrary to some, it did feel the romance was more focused on Harristan and Quint, a sub couple, rather than Tessa and Corrick, the main couple. I wish we got a bit more of the main couple in the final book.
Additionally, I was sus on Olive, but I'm so glad she turned out to be a good friend for Tessa. I do wish we got to see some love between Lochlan and Karri though, esp at the end! Like they haven't seen each other in days/weeks (idk how long the trip was) and we don't see them run and embrace each other??? I mean, I know everyone was confused about the cheering and realization that Corrick is now king, but even when they walk to the carriages, there's nothing. And I know it's not from their POV, so Tessa prob didn't see them since she was so focused on Corrick, but stillllll... And I for sure thought one of the characters (be it Rocco, Olive, Saeth, etc) was going to die near the end of the book, so that was nice none of them did... Or was it... How much angst do I want...
Welp this has gone WAY LONGER than I expected, but I can't stop now that I'm on a roll lol. This is "book yap" anyway, so here's to more!
The ending was... Sigh. I actually don't HATE it, but I definitely wish we got some more scenes and answers. For instance, there's not a lot, or any, interaction between Allisander and Harristan, which I felt could've been nice considering he was one of the main villains. Or at least, get Harristand to overhear more convo while behind the wall in the throne room... But maybe it would've just repeated info we already knew. And Allisand obvi didn't change as a person. But we never got to hear Huxley... IDK, I just felt like SOMETHING was lacking at the end. Though maybe this brings me to the next point.
The fevers.
I get the fevers dwelled after Harristan left the throne, as part of Allisander's plan. BUT, didn't Rian say the antidote was also the petals? So, how are people recovering from the illness with no antidote? And we don't hear about Harristan's health in the last few chapters. Since he was exposed a lot as a child, it would've been nice to read about. ALSSSSO, it didn't talk about anyone checking to make sure the Moonflower roots weren't still contaminating the water supply. Like, yeah, I guess it is inferred since fewer people were getting sick, but still. The main issue of the series is about this deadly fever, and then the discourse of it sort of just... fades. Like what about the rest of the Moonflowers in the sectors? Did Corrick order they get extinguished? What if someone tries to poison people again? Idk... I feel there should have been more closure around the flower.
There's probably more I could cover, but I used a lot of brain power, and I've been reading a lot of reviews, so I'll end this here haha. It's only been a few hours, so maybe that's why I can't stop thinking about this series, but ugh. I feel it's been a while since I really felt this attached to a series? The last series I read was a dark romance, The Edge of Darkness and The Web of Silence, and while I did enjoy them, something about this series hit SOOO differently. And yeah, I'm aware they are VASTLY different in topics, but the point still stands. I felt even more engrossed in this than I did in those.
Also, oddly, I don't feel as attached to Corrick as I do to some other book "boyfriends"? Maybe that's just me now... I'm probably going to read fanfic and change my mind LMAOOOO.
Anyway, if you read this all, you're fucking awesome, and you rock.
I'm open to any discussion about this series! I'd love to know what you liked and what you didn't! 🤩
Hi Bambi!! For your anniversary event, I would like to request Vernon with a fantasy au of your choosing with the prompt "You never should have left." For the svt song, maybe "Fear?" Any genre is fine!!
-aeristudios
Fear Vernon is top tier. Thank you for sending in a request, Aeris!!! 💙✨
🦇 Pairing: vampire!Vernon x Reader
🦇 Genres/AUs: Angst, some fluff, non-idol au, fantasy au, established relationship
🦇 Warnings: Blood, biting
🦇 Word Count: 1.8k
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Vernon's unwell.
His body aches. He's sweating gallons. His ears ring.
What bit him to cause him to react like this? Perhaps he had something with peanuts in it earlier? But these reactions are unlike his allergic ones.
You stare at him with your eyebrows upturned as you dab his forehead with a hand towel. You won't say you're worried for him, but it's obvious in your expression.
What's wrong with him?
The sound of your slightly quick breathing fills the air. It's so quiet in the house that it feels like it's blasting through speakers.
And that smell.
That sweet, tangy scent that's like a savory meal that makes his stomach growl. Maybe he didn't get enough food at the restaurant.
When you move closer to pat the bead of sweat sliding down his sideburn, the scent intensifies. He swallows instinctively as if his throat is suddenly dry.
"Did I hurt you?" you ask, abruptly stopping your movements.
He blinks rapidly as the edges of his vision begin to blur. "N-No. It's… I don't know."
"Let's lay you down, Nonie," you murmur and set aside the towel.
You both flinch at the contact when you go to help him up. He expected your hand to be warm, but what it was was ten times hotter than normal.
"You're cold," you state, contradicting to what he felt. He's sweating like crazy, yet he's supposedly cold. It doesn't make sense.
"And you're burning up," he replies. "Are you sure you're not the sick one?"
Your eyes dance over his frame. "I'm sure."
There's a pause before you gesture to the hallway that leads to the bedroom. He rises slowly. Your hands are just out of reach, ready to grab him if he falls. Thankfully, he makes it to the room without stumbling. While he lies down, you retrieve the bathroom trash can and place it beside the bed. He doesn't feel queasy, but he understands it's just a precaution in case anything changes. You both don't know why he's feeling so ill in such a short time. Just hours ago, you were both laughing at the restaurant, feeling fine.
Once you're in bed next to him, he reaches out to grab your hand. The temperature difference is still shocking, but he keeps a hold of it on his chest. He can't have you against him like normal since he feels too hot, so this is the next best thing.
Vernon expects to fall asleep quickly. He feels fatigue and famished, but neither feeling subsides as the clock ticks. If anything, the latter is so insistent, he's decided to raid the fridge and pantry. He had tried to push away the temptation, but it's no use anymore. He feels like he's about to die if he doesn't get something in him.
Vernon glances at you sleeping. You've been so good to him tonight. He hopes he gets better soon, if only to make you stop worrying.
He lifts your joint hands together to kiss your knuckles.
That scent is back.
It causes his mouth to water and his throat to bob as he swallows again.
He sighs against your hand, frustrated with himself for not knowing why he's feeling this way. Then, unknowingly, trails his nose down your arm until his teeth brush against your inner wrist and inhales deeply.
Fuck.
What perfume did you wear to smell like this?
It's delicious.
Addicting.
His tongue darts out.
Need more.
Need something else…
Your arm jerks as you wake with a gasp.
Vernon jackknifes up, something warm on his lower lip. His tongue darts out to remove it, but then his body sags. For that single second, the aches ease. The pain in his stomach dissipates. Whatever he just licked is exactly what he's craving. That particular sweet…
Your eyes move to your wrist, brows furrowed. "What happened?"
Vernon's gaze moves from your eyes to your wrist. Two small red dots decorate your skin like pretty ruby gems.
His hands are not his own when he reaches out to bring your arm closer.
"V-Vernon, what," you trail off, watching as he slowly lowers his head to meet you halfway. Then, you freeze in place. Not that he really notices.
"You're bleeding on the back of your ne—Shit!"
Vernon's teeth have sunken into your skin.
That insatible hungry alleviates. The liquid that bursts on his tongue feels like heaven. It's the best thing he's ever consumed in his life. Fuck, he can't get enough. He wants more.
He needs more.
Then, something smacks against his head, disrupting his meal.
His head snaps up as he hisses.
Your shriek pierces through his sensitive ears. You're scrambling off the bed while he tries to gather his environment. Whatever had blanketed his senses lifts.
Something drips from his mouth. He lifts a hand to wipe it. When he sees the blood, he shifts his focus to you.
You've run to the bathroom. The faucet is on, and he hears your shaky breaths.
What happened?
Vernon swings his legs off the edge of the bed. His nostrils flare when that tangy scent invades him again. Fucking hell. Why can't he focus on anything else?
"Nonie," you call out at the threshold of the bathroom. You're holding a towel to your wrist and looking at him like he's wearing a scary mask. "What did you do?"
He blinks. What did he do?
"You think I"—he clears his throat that's gone dry once more—"did that? What exactly happened?"
You slowly lift the towel. Blood slowly pools out of two exits on your arm before you quickly cover it again.
The blood on the back of his hand is yours, he concludes. The liquid that was on his lips…
He springs up and races to the closet. He tears a hoodie from a hanger then bolts out of the room. He has to get out of here. He has to get away.
"Vernon!"
There are rumors of human leeches around town. Some have called them Siphons, others call them demons. Whatever they are, the rumors must be true. He must be infected. This poison is making him deadly.
"Vernon, stop!"
He had accidentally left his wallet in the car at dinner. Something had grabbed him from behind before a piercing pain shot down his neck. It was gone before he could even digest what had happened. When he reached back, his fingers came back bloodied. The event was so odd, he brushed it off as a strange bug bite. After all, the bite area didn't hurt or sting.
At least not immediately.
"Hey! Look at me," you say and grab his arm that's reaching for his wallet. He stills when your hand touches him.
"Where are you going?" you ask.
"Somewhere that doesn't put you in danger," he answers sternly. "Something's wrong with me. I hurt you. I-I'm so sorry."
"It isn't that bad. Just stay. We can figure this out together."
Vernon pulls his arm out of your grasp harder than he means to. He mutters another apology as he grabs his keys and pulls his hood over his head.
"It might be a few days, but I just need space." He rushes out his words. "I love you. I'm sorry."
He's gone before you can respond.
Days turn into weeks. Each one is more miserable than the last.
He's found an outlet. Animal blood doesn't taste as savory as human blood, but he refuses to go down that path. He fears he won't make it back if he does. His goal is to return to you, but every time he thinks he's doing better, he relapses. Someone brushes too close to him, or a kid scrapes their knee on concrete. He can't control the automatic desire to devour at the whiff of human blood.
He visits more than he should. In the dead of the night, he'll sit yards from the front door. He'll listen to your steady breathing. He'll wonder if you miss him.
He wonders if you forgave him.
Surely, you've pieced together the puzzle. You've always been smart, quick to catch on.
Do you even want him back?
Those thoughts consumed him until one night, he caught the scent of your blood.
The faintest smell, but unmistakably you.
At first, he thought you were in danger. However, before he could storm inside, his sight snagged on a white envelope. It wasn't addressed, but there were two small drops of blood on the top right.
Vernon had opened it with unsteady hands.
Nonie,
I'm still here when you're ready to come home. I forgive you. I miss you.
I love you despite the changes. Please, see me soon.
Vernon finds a letter every time he comes back. He can't quite call it home again, but the clenching feeling in his chest loosens with each paper he puts in the file he's collected in his hotel room.
Each letter is a plea for him to return. Sometimes it's a simple "I love you," other times it's you telling him about your day.
It's nearly a month when he decides he either needs to let you go or give this a chance. He still doesn't feel ready, but at least he's learned more about himself—about what he's become.
The moment the door opens, and you see him, you embrace him in a hug.
He inhales deeply, smells your delicious blood, and takes a calming breath. He pushes down the urge to sink his teeth into your skin.
"You never should have left," you whimper against his neck. "You didn't have to be alone."
Vernon's silent for longer than necessary, but you don't rush him. He hesitantly wraps his arms around your body.
"I had to," he whispers.
"Are you back for good?" you question, slowly pulling back to look at his matching glossy eyes.
"If you'll still accept me."
"Of course." Your response is immediate. Certain. "This is your home, Nonie. With me."
"With you," he echoes lowly, because it's hard for him to grasp that, despite the monster he's become, you're still by his side.
You smile and nod. Your gentle kiss has him melting. It's the first time his body has relaxed from something that's not the taste of blood.
He knows this isn't going to be easy. He knows there are going to be moments where temptation will be too strong. He'll have to leave again, but selfishly, he won't be able to be gone for good. Selfishly, he doesn't want to let you go.
Some will say it's because you're a reminder of when he was human. But when he looks into your eyes, he knows that's not true.
He's staying because your love will be the reason he keeps a sense of humanity.
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If you’re new to tumblr then at the very minimum you need to edit your profile to make it clear you’re a real person, even if you only intend to use your account to lurk (also perfectly fine).
A few years ago, someone had told me their sister loved SVT so much that they had watched every content of theirs, even their past livestreams. I was surprised since I know KPop produces a lot of content. Though now, after becoming a Carat, I understand. They’re so funny and talented! Everything I watch, I’m just so enamored with. They always make me smile.
I became a Carat around the time _WORLD came out (because I remember thinking the beginning of the song was sus LMAO). My friend and I had both wanted to get into SVT for a while so we spontaneously bought concert tickets and started slipping into the diamond life 😉 And I’m so glad I did. They’ve become one of my ULT groups, and I can’t ever see myself leaving them.
So!!! In honor of SVT’s 11th anniversary, I wanted to celebrate with my fellow Carats in a way that I can—writing!
Please feel free to send me requests today for any SVT member! See below for more details and for an optional personal Q&A about your Carat experience 🥰
Happy SVT Anniversary!!! 💎
Request Details:
Member/pairing of mine you want written (will be xReader)
And at least one of the following:
Prompt/Scenario
Genre (fluff, angst, smut, hurt/comfort, etc.)
AU (idol/non-idol, fantasy, CEO, friends to lovers, etc.)
Based on: [insert SVT song]
Personal Q&A (optional)
After your request, feel free to let me know about your Carat journey! You don’t have to answer them all ☺️
When did you become a Carat?
What lured you into Caratland?
Who was your first bias?
Who is your current bias?
Who is your wrecker?
Favorite SVT song/era?
Favorite Going Seventeen episode? Or, which GoSe do you rewatch a lot?
What’s a SVT moment that never fails to make you laugh?
If you were a member of SVT, which unit would you be a part of?
In one word, what does SVT mean to you?
And if anyone if curious, here are my responses to the above questions:
When did you become a Carat?
A little before _WORLD dropped.
What lured you into Caratland?
I had seen their name floating around for a while (I had even gotten ads for their MVs before lmao), but never committed into looking into them because of the number of members until my friend and I saw they were coming to our state and decided to go to their concert.
Who was your first bias?
Vernon!
Who is your current bias?
S.Coups and Dino 🤍
Who is your wrecker?
Jeonghan and Wonooooo
Favorite SVT song/era?
It will always be Don’t Wanna Cry!!! I had liked this song before being a Carat then fell in love with the choreo (I’m a big choreo girly since I grew up dancing). Also, Seungcheol looks SO GOOOOD in the mv!!! 😭
Favorite Going Seventeen episode? Or, which GoSe do you rewatch a lot?
I really like the concept of Ego! And while I do rewatch it in October, I usually rewatch their sport/active ones more. Like their kickball one or the water TTT or mousebusters.
What’s a SVT moment that never fails to make you laugh?
There are so many (ofc), but two are when the person asks, “Now, why are they getting on the floor?” (saw that as a baby Carat and laughed so much) and when Dino said SVT took away his hope and positivity rather than items 😂
If you were a member of SVT, which unit would you be a part of?
Performance! I love dancing, so it’d have to be the performance unit.
In one word, what does SVT mean to you?
Comfort 💙🩷
And an added fun fact: Before my friend and I started deep diving, we had circled who we found the cutest and here were my answers 🤭:
