#hansol

[17teezers]

💭 riding vernon’s face

warning: smut 18+ MDNI

a/n: i love you @redemptions for beta reading this after i wrote it half asleep on melatonin

vernon is so the type to just lay back on the bed and wave you over. at first, you’ll have absolutely no idea what he’s trying to do, and so you stand there, head cocked to the side, brows furrowed in confusion. he waves you over once more, but you remain in the same expression.

he scoffs with an eye roll before finally speaking, “come sit on my face.”

you’re taken aback by his words — you were completely unaware that this was something he was into. sure, he’s in absolute heaven whenever he eats you out, but sitting on his face is something you’ve never done before.

but you’re into it.

he watches as you hesitate for a moment before pulling your panties down to your ankles, stepping out of the wet garment. your skin feels hot as you crawl onto him, slowly inching your way up before you settle on his chest, the fabric of his plain white tee shirt brushing against your clit.

“are you sure?” you ask, eyes searching for any sign of hesitation. he nods, hands tugging at your hips.

“never been more sure in my life, pretty girl.” and those are the last words that come out of his mouth before he lifts you up and brings your cunt to his face. his breath is hot against your wet folds, and it tickles with stimulation ever so slightly. your hands grip ahold of the headboard — apparently just in time as he slams your hips down so his mouth fully makes contact with your cunt, a surprised moan ripping from your chest.

his tongue swipes and pokes at your desperately wet folds and clit, hips already shaking from his touch. somehow, sitting on his face amplified the feeling so much more than you expected.

“fuck, sol..” you whine, throwing your head back as your hips unintentionally roll against his face. he moans into your pussy, vibrations running up and down your spine.

“taste s’good,” he mumbles from beneath you, even the way he talks sparking pleasure throughout your body. biting your lip, one hand leaves the headboard to become entangled in his hair, something you dearly missed doing while he had a buzz cut. your grip tightens around the strands, and he groans, sucking your clit between his lips.

pathetic whines fall from your lips as his grip around your thighs tightened, hiding you down against his face.

“fuck you’re so good at this, gonna cum soon,” you whimper, using your hand to push his face deeper into your cunt. his tongue works wonders — moving and stroking in ways you didn’t know was possible, leaving your inner thighs to tense and tremble.

“use me,” he grunts, making himself work harder just to get you off. fuck, he’s so hot. you look down, and just the sight of him is almost enough to get you off — his face his slightly pink, glossy brown eyes hidden behind hooded lids of pleasure, his hair caught in between your fingers. in determination, you bring your other hand to entangle in his hair, holding him with both hands as your rock your hips back and forth.

he moans deeply as you begin to ride his face, both the action and the delicious pain of you tugging on his scalp has his poor cock begging for friction and release. your moans and whines fill the room as he lets you use him as you please, clit brushing on the textured muscle of his tongue. he lies there peacefully, slurping up any juices and taking what you give him.

“fuck… fuck m’so close, fuck hansol…” you babble, drool almost escaping through the corner of your mouth. your hips stutter with the pace once, twice, and until you have no control over them.

the room is disgusting, echos of your moans and vernon’s mouth bouncing off of each other as you cum all over his face, just the way he wanted it. your fingertips loosen the grip you had on his hair as your legs shake, turned gelatinous and unable to move.

he moves you off his face, coming up for deep breaths of air, and he fucked out expression on his faces makes you want to go for round two.

“yeah, we’re doing that a lot more often now,” he chuckles, and dumb grin playing on his lips.

[noniesgummysmile]

seventeen as paw patrol characters

because i had an idea and then it wouldn't go away :D

[o2byjunmyeon]

[boyfriend!hansol. established relationship, fluff]

you know he's not exactly a fan of it, but vernon isn't stopping you from tracing his face, either.

he looks serene, his eyes closed, as you run a finger across his face, across his sharp cheekbones, the swell of his cheek, the jut of his chin, the line of his jaw.

“doesn't it tickle?” you wonder.

“you like doing it,” comes the reply.

“you're so romantic when you don't need to be,” you reply, lifting your finger. his turns to look at you, brown eyes finding yours.

“why'd you stop?”

“i don't know,” you shrug. “felt like i was disturbing your peace.”

vernon takes your hand and places it on his chest. you feel his heart under your fingers. steady. constant.

“that's weird. because you're...”

you know it's too much. he knows it's too much. but you wait for him to continue.

and he does.

“you're my peace.”

you can't help the startled laugh you let out. it's a statement so unlike vernon, but it's exactly what he'd say to make you laugh. and it's worked like a charm.

he winces. “too much?”

you nod. “a little. i don't mind hearing it again, though.”

“hm. i'll consider it.”

you roll your eyes and cuddle closer to him, peeking at whatever he had been doing before you started your little game.

watching a cat video. of course.

“that's us,” he says, pointing to the pair of cats that are intertwined with each other, one's head nestled into the other's neck.

“you say that about everything, though,” you complain jokingly, your heart beating a little faster. “last week you sent me a picture of two socks and said it was us.”

“that's because it was us,” he says, scrolling to the next video. “we're always together. just like how you tie them together when you do the laundry.”

“but...they're socks.”

“exactly. we don't need to match to be a pair, babe. you could be the craziest, coolest christmas-style sock and i could be a plain grey sock and we'd still work. because it's us.”

“oh,” you say, tears stinging your eyes. vernon looks up at the tremble in your voice, dropping his phone to hold your face in your hand.

“are you cr—”

“no!” you exclaim, a little shrill. “just...dust.”

“oh. right.”

“allergies, you know?”

“all of a sudden? come on,” he says, kissing your forehead. “you know i'd never make fun of you for crying.”

“stop being so romantic when i'm not ready for it,” you say, trying to wipe the lone tear straying down your face.

vernon is faster; he wipes it off with his thumb and kisses the spot. “noted. i'll warn you five seconds before i become the cheesiest person you know.”

“thank you,” you sniff, burrowing yourself in his side. “and, hey, vern?”

“yeah?”

“i love you, too.”

[acphengene]

ALWAYS

✦ pairing: Vernon x reader

✦ genre: soulmate au, fluff, found family, angst, accident, hospital

✦ word count: 4.1k

✦ note: tell a friend to tell a friend, she's baaaaaaaaack!! I've rewritten this a thousand times, give me all the feedback you have, I'm desperate to hear what you think cause: ugh I love them!!

✦ reading order: Hoshi ✦ Jun ✦ Jeonghan ✦ Woozi ✦ Minghao ✦ Dino ✦ Wonwoo ✦ Dokyeom ✦ Seungkwan ✦ The article ✦ Scoups ✦ Joshua ✦ Vernon ✦ Mingyu ✦

Vernon had always been known as a very nonchalant and chill guy to all those who knew him.

What most people didn’t know was that he in fact loved deeper and protected those that he loved more than people usually noticed. 

The love he showed people was quiet. 

He showed it when he was a child whenever he took his sister's hand when they crossed the street. He showed it in how his door was always open if she had a nightmare or how he would help her with eating her vegetables when their parents looked the other way. 

He showed love to his parents by listening to what they told him, he showed it to his friends when they were bullied and he stood up for them. 

And when you and your family had moved in next door he had shown love by memorizing every single thing that you loved. Everything from the white flowers in his mothers garden, to the kind of chocolate you would always pick out from a bowl of sweets before anything else. 

Vernon showed love in a lot of different ways, and he had known from the moment he met you, that he loved you. 

The two of you had always understood each other, unlike most people you were not put off by his quiet nature. Instead you saw it as a safe place to be yourself, which had always meant you would talk his ear off with whatever had caught your attention that day or week. 

And his favorite pastime was to listen to the things you had discovered and the things that brought you joy. 

It didn’t matter to him that people didn’t understand him or his soul, because as long as you did, he knew that he would be okay. 

As he had grown older his thirteenth birthday had started to loom over him as a dark cloud, it held so much promise and so much anxiety. So when he had woken without any kind of mark he had been a little disappointed at first. 

But when your birthday had come and gone and no mark was on your skin either he clinged to the hope that the two of you were in fact each other’s other halves. 

The days following he had started to notice that he hurt himself more often than usual, which was weird because the pain usually seemed to come at times where he was certain he did in fact not stump his own toe. 

And when he started to notice the bruises on your legs seemed to match where he hurt himself that hope in his chest grew, and despite that he grew more and more certain for each passing day, he never spoke up. 

When Vernon had left his home behind to train under Pledis the two of you had hugged each other goodbye with tears in your eyes. And you had squeezed his hand thrice. 

“It means that I miss you, and that I love you” you had said with a blush on your cheeks. 

His heart had felt like it was about to explode right then and there. All he did was return the three squeezes and as soon as he had, he had caught you as you once again threw yourself into his arms. 

The training was hard, it took stamina, motivation and a tough skin. The guys were all kind, and as the days passed they all got closer and closer. 

When the talk of their soulmate marks finally came he had chosen to keep you to himself, not because you were a secret, they had all heard the stories of his best friend back home, but he was not ready to share the hope in his heart with anyone yet. 

He was not ready for anyone to pressure him to confess the feelings he had. He was not ready for anyone to push him down a hole of despair if he was wrong. So instead his brothers knew you as his best friend. 

It took years before anyone finally noticed how his eyes shone brighter when he talked about you, and how he had a special smile and laugh reserved for whenever he talked to you. 

Joshua had been sitting in the studio while Minghao was in the booth, quietly observing his younger brother as you had been talking to one another on a facetime call. It had become a weekly occurrence after you had moved overseas. One he had explained as just wanting to keep in touch with an old friend, when Mingyu had asked with suspiciously raised brows. 

As the time difference finally caught up to you, and you had fallen asleep, Joshua had seen how Vernon's hand had reached out to gently caress your cheek on the screen before silencing the call to not disturb your sleep. 

“You love her” he had said with a quiet voice. 

Vernon's head had quickly turned towards his brother in a panic, cheeks reddening as his brain tried to come up with an excuse for the action. 

Joshua had only smiled at his brother. “Is she your soulmate?” He had asked as he crooked his head a little to the left. 

Vernon had coughed once. “I don’t know” 

“She’s your best friend, how can you not know?” 

He shrugged once as he completely left Minghao behind in the booth, leaving the man as one giant question mark when no music and no direction came his way. 

“We’ve never discussed it. I’ve never had the heart to talk to her about it, because what if she’s not? It would be devastating knowing she belonged to someone else, that she wasn’t mine…” 

He looked down at his hands, completely avoiding his brother's gaze. Then the door opened and Minghao stepped in, and just as he was about to scold his producer for the day, he physically felt the tension in the room, and locked in. 

“But what if she is?” Joshua said as he moved over on the couch to make room for Minghao. 

Vernon buried his head in his hands as he took a deep breath. 

“Leave him Joshua, love is difficult enough, and I’m sure he has thought over every scenario more than a thousand times” 

He quickly looked up at his two brothers with raised brows. “How did you know?” 

Minghao only laughed. “You’re not exactly subtle you know? If it helps I’m pretty sure the feelings are reciprocated” 

That sentence made him smile as he leaned back in his chair and once again looked at your sleeping face on his phone screen. 

“They say you can physically feel a pull in your chest when you meet your soulmate, do you feel that with her?” Joshua asked. 

He nodded. “I’ve felt that with her since before I got my mark, but it’s been so long I’m not sure if it’s something I’ve made up or if it’s actually there” 

Minghao nodded before he once again stood up. “You won't know until you tell her” 

Much like Vernon you were terrified that a confession would lead to you losing your best friend, because what if his mark was different from yours? It would be the biggest heartbreak. 

So instead you had been subtle with your interest in him. You complimented for his music, which only seemed to make him pursue it more and suddenly he told you that he had taken your advice and had started producing and writing music. 

You complimented his clothes one time and now it seemed that his entire closet was only filled with polo shirts and jeans. 

You had thanked him one morning for staying on facetime with you even though you had slept for hours, and now he refused to be the one to hang up. 

It was these small things that always made you wonder if he did in fact love you the way you had always loved him. 

From the very beginning there had been a pull there, something that made you look twice whenever you heard his voice. A pull that made you know he had entered a room before he made himself known. 

When his mark came he said nothing, and when yours came he didn’t say a single thing either. For a while you wondered if that meant he didn’t want it to be you, but he only seemed to give you more attention from that day. 

When he moved away a part of your heart had moved with him, it felt as if you weren’t quite whole, and when you moved overseas that feeling had taken up more and more space in that uncomplete heart of yours. 

But those three squeezes you had given his hand when he had left, was now a part of your daily routine, because he had started to pinch his own hand thrice afterwards, an action you felt everyday. 

When the guys started to find their other halves Vernon started to yearn for you even more than he had done before. 

Both Minghao and Joshua had been slightly annoyed with him at first, his other half was right there, loving him just as he loved her, yet he refused to do anything about it. 

Their annoyance had however disappeared as soon as they had found their other halves. Which had led to that exact moment of him now waiting for you in an airport. 

He had invited you to stay with him a few weeks after Joshua had found his other half. You had some time off, and he missed you so terribly that he had personally bankrolled your entire trip. 

Despite all of your protests, you had let him spoil you, because you too wanted to see him. 

Vernon wasn’t one to run to you in the airport, instead he stood in a corner with crossed arms, and the second you were within reach he had pulled you as physically close to him as he could. 

Letting the smell of you engulf him as he took a minute to breath you in, all the while he tried his best to convince that little heart of his to calm down. 

It was as if a part of his soul had returned to him, as if he for the first time in a year could take a full breath. 

As the two of you pulled away from one another, he gently took your suitcase and with your now free arm you grabbed onto him as if you had done it every day of your life. You felt him stiffen beneath your touch, and for a second you considered if it was too much too soon. 

But as soon as you started to let go of him, he captured your arm with his own, and you soon felt the two of you relax into each other's touch. 

You had decided on the flight that this was the trip where you found out just who he was to you. If he was your other half, if he was your person. 

The two of you talked all the way back to his apartment, and due to all the late night and early morning facetime calls there was no real awkward silence. You just picked up the conversation right where you had left it. 

When you got there your stomach made a loud sound and you went straight for the kitchen, and slowly started pulling ingredients out of the cupboards all the while he sat down at the kitchen island to keep you company. 

It was so natural being with him. It was a feeling of being both safe and feeling utterly excited all at once. 

His phone made a sound. Have you confessed yet? the message read from Joshua. 

He quickly shut his phone off, it didn’t matter that you were too occupied with making dinner and couldn’t see it. 

No, he had planned all of this out. Tonight he wanted to just enjoy the two of you together, and tomorrow he would take you on a trip down memory lane, a trip through your friendship with one another, a trip through every major emotion he had ever felt towards you, and then he would…

He felt the gust of wind coming from the door of the fridge as you slammed it shut. But before he had a chance to even look up and figure out just what you were doing, he felt the pain. 

The pain of four of his fingers being caught in the door of a fridge. He winced from it, and without even thinking about it he was right there by your side in a second. 

“Are you hurt?” he scanned your face, as he saw how the tears welled in your eyes. 

His own hurt hand came to caress your cheek, and dry the tears away. 

“What the hell are you thinking darling?” His eyes searched yours for answers as you didn’t answer him with words. 

Your tears just kept falling, so in the end he just pulled you into his chest as he gently let a hand run through your hair. 

He heard you mumble something into his chest, he hummed slightly to make you repeat your words as he adjusted his stance so he could hear you without letting you go. 

“You felt it…” It wasn’t much louder than a whisper, but it was enough for him to stiffen. 

He pulled you away from his chest and looked down at those still tearfilled eyes. 

He took your hurt hand with his, and kissed the exact places the door had made contact. His own eyes had filled with tears so when he looked at you, his eyes mirrored his own. 

“I’ve felt everything, every tiny bit of pain, every sumped toe, every corner or door frame you have walked into. I’ve felt all of the pinches and squeezes that come in three that you’ve sent my way. I’ve felt every bit of it, and I’ve hoped and hoped that it was you sending all the pain to me, so that I one day could feel the world's greatest pleasure of finally calling you mine” 

Your arms flung around his neck and he pulled you closer than ever before, fully ready to claim as much as you as you allowed. 

It wasn't that this scenario was particularly funny, but the sheer relief of finally being able to express how you felt freely knowing that he felt the exact same, knowing that he always had. 

He lifted you up from the ground and set you down on the kitchen table. 

He kissed you left cheek once. Then your right. He nuzzled his nose against yours before finally looking at you with those eyes. Those dammed eyes. 

He kissed your lips once, quick, then once more. For every kiss they became longer and more passionate, and before you knew it he had laid you down on the surface and were crawling over you as his lips claimed every bit of skin he had access you. 

The sounds you made were the most beautiful thing he had ever heard, and he knew now that he would never run out of inspiration ever again. 

The two of you had spent the entire night entangled in one another, catching up on years of intimacy. 

Your head gently rested on his chest, as his hand gently caressed a shoulder. He was silent, just looking at the ceiling. 

“How am I ever gonna leave you tomorrow?” The question wasn’t really aimed at you, but you twisted around and rested your chin on him as you took him in. 

If you could, you would take a mental picture of him like this. Eyes shining, messy bed head and a subtle shine on his skin. 

You smiled and he returned it before his hand left your shoulder for your hair and he gently started playing with it. 

“We’ll have a lifetime to catch up on those few years we missed” 

You physically saw his pupils dilate. “Say that again” 

His voice was quiet, gentle. 

“You will have a lifetime with me” 

Vernon was anything but exhausted when he was finally back in the practice rooms of the HYBE building. 

It was as if this had been the boost he had been missing. He was more energetic and more vocal than he had been in quite a while. 

Joshua and Minghao had both given each other a knowing look when he had entered that morning with a smile on his face and that well known spark in his eyes. There was no doubt that your visit had gone the way they had all hoped that it would. 

The two of you had made a plan, that you would stop by around lunch time and that he would finally introduce you to all of his brothers as his other half. 

All thirteen of them had known and met you through both calls and facetime, but this would be the first time that you would actually meet. 

He got more and more excited the closer the time came. And when he got the text message that you were officially on your way, that well known smile of his, was on full display. 

“I’m assuming that everything went well?” Joshua said as he leaned against one of the walls, close to the corner where Vernon had fled to, to respond to you. 

“Yah, hyung… It was everything and more than I could’ve dreamed of” He looked up from his phone and smiled. 

Joshua returned it. “So when are you gonna introduce her to everyone?” 

“She’s on her way, should be here soon. I just have to get her, her pass and everything so I might need to step out for few minutes” 

His older brother nodded. There was pride blooming in Joshua’s chest, pride that his brother finally showed his love what he had held in his heart for so long. 

“What did she say about the grand gesture?” He asked with a raised brow. 

Vernon only smiled. “We never really got that far” it was almost as if he was taken back to that moment once again, as if he was reliving it once more. 

His eyes glassed over, and he silently bit his lip. 

“Damn” Joshua said, and luckily for Vernon it was enough to snap him back to reality. 

He felt it then, those three little pinches on his hand. He smiled and as he opened his mouth to speak the pinches continued. 

It was panicked, desperate. His smile stiffened and his eyes lost all of it’s spark, to him it felt as if time itself were moving in slowmotion. 

“Something’s wrong… Josh, find her” 

Then the pain hit his body, instant, out of the blue and overall all consuming, and everything became dark. 

Something heavy was laying on his legs when he finally woke up, he moved and heard a silent whine as whoever the person was hugged him tighter.

He opened his eyes to find Chan there, silent but grateful tears streaming from his eyes. 

“Hyung, how are you feeling?” He said with a sad smile. 

Vernon didn’t respond, instead he searched every part of his soul for that small light that was you, and it was still there that thread of light that connected the two of you. 

Jihoon laid a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently. “Take your time little brother, we got you” 

And as Vernon looked around the room he saw half of his brother's eyes, all worried, some red, some tired. 

Minghao ran a hand through his hair gently. “She’s okay, she’s in the next room” 

Vernon tried to speak but his throat was too dry to get a word out. 

“A car ran a red light, two streets over, Joshua was there before the paramedics, he and the rest haven’t left her side since” 

It felt like a weight lifted off of his shoulders. You were safe, you were okay. 

“Ho-how l-lo” Was all he managed to get out before Seungcheol came with a glass of water. 

“It’s only been one night, the last update we got was that she was still out like a light” 

He tried to sit up but his entire body was sore and hurting. 

“I need to get to her” he said with a groan, if this was how he felt, he knew you were feeling so much worse. 

It was his job to take care of you. His job to protect you. As much as he treasured his brothers for looking out for you, he needed it to be him. 

“You need to rest” Seungkwan said as he dried his nose. 

“Are all of you seriously telling me you would not run to your soulmates had you been in my situation?” He couldn’t help but laugh, but the sound was hallow, almost cold. 

The six men looked between them, a silent conversation that ended with Seungcheol getting a wheelchair. 

It took them so long to get him out of bed and over to the chair, and as soon as he was in it he was out the door. 

Mingyu opened the door to your room with a little smile and a pad on his back. He was by the side of your bed in less than a second. 

He reached out and grabbed your lip hand, and then the 12 members of Seventeen watched as their brother fell apart. 

“Don’t you dare never waking up from this, don’t you fucking dare” he said between the kisses he placed on the back of your hand. 

Seokmin turned his eyes up to the ceiling to not let his tears fall. 

“She’s a fighter, she’ll come back to you” Jun said as he gently stroked his brothers back with soothing strokes. 

“You are mine, and I am yours. In every life before this and every life after” 

He gently raised a hand to remove a strand of hair from your face. 

“You promise?” A hoarse and low voice said. 

“Oh thank fuck” it was the only thing he could think of saying, he could hear how the room shifted then, how his brothers left the room to give you the privacy you both deserved. 

It didn’t matter that his body ached every time he moved, nothing mattered except you. 

He gently moved you enough so that he could fit on the bed you were laying on. 

He could feel your body ache as you stretched your arms to hold him. 

Every move he made was slow and focused on hurting you as little as possible. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay” he whispered into your hair as he breathed you in. Despite the very distinct hospital smells, you still smelled like you always had. You still smelled like home. 

“I’m never leaving you - if we go we go together” 

He couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s a little morbid, don’t you think?” 

He could feel your smile. “Maybe a little, but if you ask me I think it’s a brilliant plan” 

As usual he had to agree with you. 

As you recovered he never left your side. He was there to hold your hand through ever test and scan. 

There was no doubt in your mind that the hospital staff couldn’t wait until you were discharged, but he refused to let you leave before they had checked everything twice. 

It meant that your first meeting, your first awake meeting, with all his brothers happened in a hospital room. 

“Joshua” you said with a huge smile as he stepped forward with an otherworldly beauty on his arm. “I remember you” 

Joshua had gotten to you so fast that you could actually remember seeing his face before you passed out. 

He nodded. “Yeah, don’t think I’ve ever moved as fast as that day” the woman next to him rested her head on his shoulder. 

“My hero” she said as she pulled him close to her. 

Vernon nodded. “Mine too” 

Your soulmate gently kissed your temple. 

The guys had competed for second place, and had boasted proudly of just how they had taken care of you and Vernon the days after the accident.

Their bickering was entertaining, and absolutely hilarious. Vernon had to send them out multiple times because they made you laugh so hard that your whole body physically hurt. 

The girls had been stoked that they now had a 12th sister to talk to, and each and every one of them had given you a little gift as welcome to the group. 

Your heart felt full of love, and despite the room being filled to the brim most days it had everything to do with him. 

Through it all he was there, right next to you, loving you, as he always had, as he always would.

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[fairyhaos]

how seventeen get cuteness aggression for their s/o

requested by many people! counterpart to this hc <3

masterlist

seungcheol, woozi

has probably actually gotten mad at how cute you are at some point. like genuinely, looking over at you and then just freezing, before loudly complaining and making a whole fuss over how you can't keep looking at him like that because he will!!! he Will need to punch something bc of just!!! how!!! cute!!! you are. nonono, he's not punching you, he's gonna punch like. a wall or something. just to vent over how someone as adorable as you actually exists. and then he'll give you kisses all over until you're laughing because you are ridiculously cute and he needs to shower you with affection so you realise how enamoured he is.

jeonghan, joshua, minghao

only he could make cuteness aggression sound like the softest thing ever. he'll be aggressively squishing your cheeks so hard that your eyes are all squinty and everything you say is basically indecipherable, whilst he continues sighing and looking at you with all the fondness in the world and lamenting over how goddamn adorable you are and honestly, what is he going to do with you? the stark contrast between his soft, enamoured voice and the way he's ruffling your hair and kissing your face everywhere like you're going to disappear any moment makes you laugh, weirdly endeared by his behaviour. you're going to get him back for it, though. and ruffle his hair until he can't see a single thing.

junhui, hoshi, mingyu, chan

probably cries. he looks at you sitting there all pretty, completely minding your own business, and the feelings just bubble up inside him so aggressively because WHO is allowed to be that adorable whilst doing absolutely nothing? it's not fair. what starts out as a rant over your cuteness ends up with him a bit teary-eyed and sniffly bc you're just so pretty and he doesn't know what to do. you have to pat him on the head and wipe away his tears as he clings to you and continues to tearily confess that you're the sweetest and loveliest person he's ever seen. his episodes of cuteness of aggression always end with you getting cuteness aggression too bc of how adorable he is everytime he does this

wonwoo, vernon

he's not very showy about his cuteness aggression, at all, but that doesn't mean it's not obvious. he'll stare at you for hours with literal hearts in his eyes, fondness written all over his face, and anyone who looks at him will just know how cute he finds you, even though he hasn't said a word. acts like you're the most precious being in the entire world, and is basically dissolving into a puddle of adoration right then and there. god, he's so lucky to even be in your presence and be able to love you, bc you're just so pretty and so cute. “why are you staring at me so much?” / “you're just so cute, i don't know what to do with you.”

dokyeom, seungkwan

he is very, very noisy about how cute he finds you. i mean like genuinely screeching and being all loud as he complains that you are far too adorable and what about his heart?? have you thought about his heart? bc it's currently melting onto the floor and it's all your fault!!!! the loud screeching is Also accompanied by very clingy hands, so expect the sudden shout to then be followed up with him basically hanging off your shoulders and holding your face in his hands as he cries over how adorable and lovely you are. everyone within a fifty metre radius will know that he finds you cute, by the way. be prepared.

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I loved your dynamics of an introverted couple headcannons for Woozi! Do you think you can write one for Vernon?

dynamics of an introverted couple

【📂】 summary: scenarios you have with your introverted boyfriend, vernon, as an introvert yourself. 【🖇️】 pairing: introvert!vernon x introvert!reader. 【💿】 genre: FLUFF 【🧺】 tags: cute and chill couple; MY HEART IS WARMED.  【📦】 w/c: 964

📬 — author’s note！thank you for your request, anonymous :)) i loved writing uji's introverted couple headcanon, so here’s one for nonie—hope you like this soft, quiet kind of love!

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everyone says you’re “too quiet to be a couple” but that’s the point. you’re both the kind of people who fall in love quietly, privately, like it’s a secret you’re not trying to hide—just not trying to explain.

you met vernon at a mutual friend’s gathering—both of you hovering on the outskirts like furniture no one was using. he was leaning against the hallway wall, earbuds in, eyes half-lidded like he regretted showing up. you were in the kitchen, pretending to scroll but really just counting down until it was socially acceptable to leave.

you caught each other’s eye when someone dropped a cup and half the room screamed. vernon muttered, “why are they yelling? it’s just gravity,” and you snorted into your drink before you could stop yourself.

he glanced over. deadpan: “not a fan of loud people?” you just shook your head. and for a few minutes, you stood there near each other—not talking much, just existing side by side in the same quiet.

you didn’t exchange numbers. no dramatic goodbye. but a week later, vernon found you on instagram and sent a meme.

you’re the kind of couple who sends each other memes, song lyrics, and random thoughts at 1 a.m. vernon would text you things like “this reminded me of you” and it’s always some weird meme, a soft track, or a screenshot of a movie frame that looks like peace.

you’re both so chill it’s almost comedic. your texts are things like:

you: u up? nonie🐻‍❄️: yeah. doing nothing. you? you: same. wanna do nothing together? nonie🐻‍❄️: bet.

your version of flirting is sending vernon a movie where the love interest is quiet, weird, and kind of unhinged, and texting, “this is so you-coded.” sometimes it’s a slowburn indie film with almost no dialogue, paired with a meme about falling in love with someone who never speaks. he texts back, “so when are we re-enacting it?” or he’ll catch on first and reply, “stop flirting with me through cinema.” you never deny it.

you both secretly judge people based on their letterboxd. (yours are private. vernon's unhinged but very aesthetic.)

vernon would record dumb voice memos instead of texting. he sends one like, babe. i saw a bird do a backflip. i’m changed.

he calls you weird nicknames but in the most deadpan voice. like “my lil serotonin ghost” or “emotionally stable but socially unavailable boo.” you don’t even blink.

vernon would say “i love you” in unconventional ways like: “do you want the last piece?”, “you can have my hoodie”, “i’ll watch whatever you want, even if it’s three hours long and no one talks.”

affection is subtle but steady. fingers brushing, knees touching under the blanket, vernon falling asleep with his head on your shoulder.

one slow morning, wrapped up in the quiet comfort of tangled sheets and soft sunlight spilling through the window, vernon murmurs—half asleep, half awake—“you know… it can’t get any better than this, babe.” it’s not grand or loud, just a small truth between the two of you, and somehow it feels like everything.

being with vernon feels like coming home to yourself. you don’t have to perform. don’t have to fill the air. he’s the kind of quiet that makes your own thoughts feel less loud.

you quote movies to each other but in super lowkey ways. you’ll say “you talkin’ to me?” and he’ll just nod. no explanation needed.

you never need to be loud with each other. your love lives in glances, shared headphones, late-night walks, and the comfort of not needing to explain why you’re quiet today. he just gets it. and you get him.

one day, without really planning it, you end up rewatching the first movie you ever watched together. vernon notices. you don’t say anything, but your hand finds his without even thinking.

vernon notices the subtleties in you. he notices when your eyes get that sparkling look in them. he notices that emptiness when you’ve had a tough day.

he never makes a big deal out of your introversion. he gets it. he’s the same. he never makes you feel like you have to be more than you are.

“you don’t have to talk,” he says, “just stay.”

he gives forehead kisses when he’s too shy to say the things he’s really feeling. they land soft and a little awkward, but somehow that makes them feel more real.

he never overwhelms you with attention. his love is soft and steady, like background music playing in a scene where nothing happens but everything feels right.

the studio is quiet when you’re there. no chaos, no crowd. just the two of you, dim lights, snacks nearby, his laptop open, headphones split between you, and a track looping in the background while he tweaks levels.

he loves recording you doing things you don’t even realize are musical—tapping your fingers on a mug, whispering lyrics under your breath, laughing at 2 a.m. he’ll sample them and sneak them into the track.

“is that me?” “yeah. you’re part of the song.”

he takes pictures of you when you’re not looking. not posed—just you being you. leaning against a railing, flipping through a book, looking out the train window. he keeps them in a hidden album called “you, in between moments.”

you sit up. “you’re joking.” he doesn’t even blink. “honestly, i can’t believe this is even an argument. shrek 1 is better than 2.” you argue quietly for 15 minutes in the dark, neither of you raising your voices, both passionately defending ogre lore like it’s a film thesis. it ends with him throwing a pillow at you and mumbling, “i still love you. but you’re wrong.” you fall asleep grinning. it’s now an inside joke forever.

- fin.

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Wait... Your What Itches? (Smau)

Pairings: chwe hansol x gn!reader

Summary: Just Your Boyfriend Being Way Too Transparent

Warnings: mild suggestive jokes.

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, established relationship, Smau

Au: Social media Au.

A/n: I was supposed to WRITE something, but instead made a smau. Hahahah. HAPPY BELATED BONON DAYY. Also, Thank you @selenophyyy for choosing the banner.

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Pet names svt would call you || doremiz

Ship: bf! seventeen x implied f!reader Genre: established relationship, fluff w.c.: 0.4k

95z || 96z || 97z

Seungkwan

Most common: my boo

Yes, technically, you're the one who should be calling you this, and sometimes you do, but Seungkwan definitely does it more often. You think you both like the name for different reasons, though. You don't mind, you like seeing the way his lips fall into a natural pout, making him look even more adorable. To him, it's something to do with the way "my" and "boo" go together - a foreshadowing for your future surname, perhaps ;)

When he's jealous: 내꺼 (Naekko) - mine/my sweetheart

Admittedly, Seungkwan gets jealous quite a bit, so you hear this quite often. You don't really mind, though. You would never tell him, out of fear of adding oil to the fire, but seeing him being so protective, and even borderline possessive, over you and your attention makes you feel loved and wanted. This name is just a reminder of how much he loves and cherishes you.

Vernon

Most common: babe

You initially thought that Vernon would be embarrassed or simply not used to calling you anything but your name, but to your surprise, the switch over to babe was almost instantaneous. It doesn't matter if you're with family, his friends, your friends - it's just what he calls you now. Simple as that.

The one you hate: bro

In Vernon's defence, it doesn't slip out very often, and it's rarely intentional. He calls everyone around him bro - his members, his friends, even his mom sometimes. It just slips out without him even noticing. After seeing you pout and whine a couple of times, though, he's now quick to apologize and rectify his mistake.

Chan

Most common: darling

Chan's a classic guy - sue him. To be honest with you, calling you this has made him flustered during the first couple of months when you got together, but soon enough, his desire to show his adoration for you far outweighed his embarrassment. Mind you, he's not embarassed about you necessarily. In his defense, the smile you give him every time he calls you that is enough to make anyone nervous!

When he's feeling clingy: 자기야 (Jagi-ya) - honey/baby

Even though this is commonly used, the way Chan says it, drawing out the last syllable while burying his head into your neck for comfort makes it that much harder for you to resist his request for cuddles, or kisses, or any form of affection he seems to be craving 24/7.

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