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cryinginmyroomsposts · 9 months

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Be My Valentine | Ch- 1 "No"

pairing: Vernon x reader

genre: fluff, angst, slight crack, friends to lovers, non-idol!au, college au

summary: College was hard enough and the thought of spending Valentine’s Day alone and sad was not your style. And the best solution was to go on a platonic date with your best friend Vernon. It goes so well that it becomes a tradition until it gets messy… nothing ever goes wrong by pretend-dating your best friend right?

status: ongoing

a/n: first time trying something like this cuz I saw too many edits on Vernon’s Fire verse! Please tell me your feedback!

pictures from Pinterest!

As if the sheer cold of the dying February winter was not enough to make life miserable, it also had to be dubbed the month of love. You weren’t a cynic but you knew enough to understand that Valentine’s Day and the gala around it is all nothing but a big capitalistic scheme. As the happy couples invest in the meaningless gifts and expressions of their extravagant love, the lonely saps drown their sorrows in the name of self-love. But your biggest complaint against this whole bonanza is the forced self-hate, even though it usually felt perfectly normal to be single and you even enjoyed it, this time of the year it always felt worse.

Maybe you were just another miserable single sap.

This year was going to be different. You were determined. But also you didn’t want to go through the painful process of pretending to be interested in a guy who, like all the other ones, would either turn out to be misogynist, homophobe or a transphobe- which constitutes 90% of the available population in your uni.

Hence why you find yourself walking with purpose toward the university library with the sole motive of hunting down you’re too smart for his own good best friend of a year and a half, Vernon.

You still remember meeting that shy little boy on the first day of your undergrad, looking lost in the crowd of the class and hoping you would let him sit with you. All it took was an awkward introduction for both of you to build your solid friendship. It was a perfect match- him, a hardworking genius with very minimal social skills and you, an almost genius with the concentration skills of a goldfish.

Vernon might be top of the class, a computer nerd with the face of a young Leo DiCaprio but even he was prone to the February blues and having seen how miserable he was during the previous year Valentines Day, especially as he watched his high school ex go gallivanting about with his then-roommate, you were determined to make this year a good memory for both you.

Also, he is the only guy in the university that you trust and is capable of handling you at the height of your drunkenness.

Looking at your watch you realise that only 10 minutes are left before he leaves his sanctuary at the library and goes to his Virtual Reality class. Of course, you knew his schedule, and he knew yours. He also knew that you hated being left on read and yet chose to do the exact same thing when you had texted the previous night about your genius plan.

Wheezing you finally reach the third floor of the big library that hosted all varieties of nerds and unfortunately, couples (they're everywhere this month, ugh). Walking across rows of shelves interspersed with group tables filled with students seeking refuge from the harsh winter cold or simply biding time, you finally reach the semi-private cabins.

Counting down five from the cabin to your right, you march toward the one you knew Vernon would be in. And surely enough, when you peek your head through the partition separating the hooded figure on the chair, with headphones and his laptop, from the rest of the library.

His head is bent as if he was peering into the laptop through the screen and as you move closer to his chair to reprimand him you realise he is sleeping. Gently moving inside the cabin, standing near the table, facing him, you can see that he had slept while coding. It doesn’t even surprise you anymore.

“Hey douchebag”, you say as you tap lightly on his shoulders. He jerks awake and blinks a couple of times before you see the understanding of reality dawn on his face. Removing his headphones, he moves his chair lightly behind and ruffles his fluffy hair.

“What do YOU want?” He sounds like his usual annoyed self. If you didn’t know he truly did like you as a friend you'd be offended.

But you don’t mind the grumpiness one bit as you settle down on the little space on the table smiling lazily as he gets more annoyed by the disturbance to his ecosystem of peace.

“I want a lot of things, for instance, I want a big mansion on top of a hill just to relax in the summer. I want to know why dolphins were made to be sea creatures if they can’t even breathe in water. I want to know why my skin breaks out in hives due to stress ONLY on my left side. I want to know why I get horny when-“ “Please shut the fuck up.”

He cuts you off with his palms reaching up to cover your mouth mid-sentence. You try mumbling against his palm for a second before which he grips tighter effectively stopping any attempt on your side.

He slowly lifts his eyebrows to warn you against trying to babble again and you nod in affirmative to the same. His eyes thin as he considers your sincerity of shutting up and seemingly convinced releases his grip on your face.

“Why do you talk so much all the time!” He growls as he rubs his eyes while settling back on his chair and lets out a yawn. He looks so much like the freshman kid you met and less like the overworked junior that he is.

You shrug nonchalantly (or so you hope).

“Someone needs to balance your entire lack of energy.” He sighs and slumps back on his chair. “Yeah yeah, I’m not arguing with you anymore… I’ve learned it’s best to just agree with you.” You give him a sarcastic smile as you say, “They don’t call you smart without a reason.”

He responds with an incoherent dismissive grunt and after a moment begins to lean forward as he tilts his chair towards you with both his palms placed on either side of your thigh.

Oh.

“No.” That’s all he says, his brown eyes twinkling, mouth pressed into a straight line looking right at your eye. You're sitting on the inclination of the table and he's on the chair looking up at you, yet he looks so intimidating. Not that you are going to let him bother you.

Two can play this game.

You lean forward and meet his face, a good few inches apart, bring out the good old puppy dog eyes and whisper, “What is the ‘no’ for Hansol”. You purposefully use his Korean name knowing he gets annoyed when you say it (Not sure what that is about till now).

You can see him grinding his teeth beneath that calmness and a smirk naturally plays up your face.

“Quit it, y/n. I saw the text and I’m not going to do it. Get lost.” The words fall out of his mouth in a hurry as he continues to grit his teeth together and not lose eye contact.

“Oh, so you did leave me on read by purpose.” You fake a heartache with your left palm pressed on your chest and your right palm on your forehead. He sees you dramatically pretending to have a heart attack and headache at the same time for a good minute before he decides to end this charade. Just as he moves to get up from the chair you hold him down with your hands on his which were at the side of your thighs.

“Pleaseee”, this time the puppy dog eyes come out naturally. He looks at you for a second before sighing.

“Ugh! You’re impossible but alright.”

“Wait really?!” You squeal a little too loud in excitement and earn a dozen “shh”s in response from the general crowd in the library. Looking around apologetically and back at Vernon, you hold his hands in yours (they’re somehow always warm even in the depths of winter).

“Is that a yes?” Cue more puppy eyes. Another sigh. “I don’t have a choice do I!” Grinning wide, you say “Not really.”

Vernon looks to the side as if to consider something important before turning to you, looking down at your still-connected hands, and then your face.

“I’ll do it but it’s gotta be strictly platonic-“ you’re violently shaking your head in positive because of course that doesn’t need to be said.

“-andddd….”, he’s got a mischievous glint in his eyes which stinks of trouble for you. This is the same glint he had when you ended up eating a pizza with ice cream AND a steak.

“And?” You prod, curiosity up to the brim of your head. “I want you to formally ask me… now.” The grin has turned into an almost full bright smile. “What does formally mean?”

“I’ll leave the details to you…” he shrugs and removes his hands from yours and pushes the chair all the way back to the wall and folds his hand.

“I can wait all day”, he sounds way too proud, sitting there in his hoodie and that smirk(I swear he looks like an actual young Leo).

“No, you can’t. You have a class in-“, you make an ordeal of checking your watch, ”-exactly 9 mins.” He shrugs, “This is worth missing it.”

This bitch.

"Are you really cashing in your bet right now?" You ask referring to the advantage he got after you lost your bet in a UNO game six months back.

He just nods casually and stretches on the chair before settling in a lazy and proud position, again.

You groan knowing he won't give up and get down from the table and get on one knee facing him.

“Chwe Hansol Ve-“ “Nope. Redo.”

This actual bitch.

Giving him your best glare you adjust on your knee, clearing your throat, you try again.

“Vernon…”, you look at him for approval and he nods. Ugh.

“… will you be m-“

“Louder, I can’t hear you.” His grin has transformed into one of his signature all-teeth-visible smiles and his entire face is lit up in amusement and joy.

Clearing your throat a little too loudly, you try… for the third time. Humiliation and anger heat up your entire face.

“Vernon, will you be my platonic Valentine?”

Your voice echoes in the near-silent library halls and the minute you’re done at least another 20 “shhs” are once again thrown your way.

People are assholes.

Vernon looks positively thrilled. He is full-on laughing, shoulders jerking, all 32 of his teeth in display and eyes disappearing behind the light of his smile.

If only he didn’t look so wholesome and adorable when he humiliates you.

He straightens up after a couple seconds and rubs his index finger against in chin, in fake thought.

“Hmmmm...”

Oh god, he is planning something... shit

"No."

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digitalmp3 · 1 year

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#seventeen #s: f*ck my life #a: fml #audio

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minzbins · 1 year

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HOSHI F*ck my life / 230507

#svtcreations #svtsource #seventeen #kiwitracks #forbelleseyes #userzaynab #wonranglee #emification #marieblr #hanatonin #userhev #svt #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #!melstuff #f*ck my life #inkigayo #inkigayo 230507

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inchidentally · 4 months

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@5516-minutes you’ve just defined my entire obsession with carcar/carloscar like Oscar pink faced and defiant even while Carlos has him bent over a pit lane barrier and a hairy tanned hand on each of Oscar’s hairless white cheeks

#carcar #sorry that version just cracks me up #but yea Carlos real life always pursuing friendliness w Oscar and Oscar begrudgingly responding #feeds my fantasies of Carlos teaching this young pretty thing what it is to f*ck like an alpha #via live demonstration

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lesbow · 5 months

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Just spent time reading a 50k fic only for them to rewrite Aang killing Ozai at the end I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you (the concept not the author)

I do not understand why it’s so hard for people to accept that Aang removing Ozai’s bending was the greatest conclusion for their arcs. Could energy bending have been hinted at earlier? Yeah perhaps. But regardless, the whole point of Aang not murdering Ozai + not sparing him either, is to highlight him finally coming into his own.

Aang found a compromise between his monk ideals and the responsibilities of the Avatar. The Fire Nation tried to wipe out his people. Aang is their SOLE survivor, the only one who can preserve their culture. But no matter how different the world looks, he refuses to be seen as a relic of a forgotten people. He is here, now. The Air Nomads did not all die out because he is still here right now and he refuses to let the war say otherwise.

Aang’s arc is about accepting what it means to be the Avatar. He’s spent seasons running from his duties. But it’s not a coincidence the first time Aang ever ran away was from his temple home. Because he has duties as the Avatar but also to his people, and he fled from them both. Because thematically they are one and the same, they are both him.

This is why it’s so important the show ends with Ozai being taken out by unflinching and unapologetic Air Nomad ideals. Him not killing Ozai is a message to everyone that their philosophies are not extinct, even in wartime even after so many are gone.

I can’t stand people who view it as a cop out because it’s not even like Aang spared him. Ozai was a purist who used his extraordinary bending to reign terror and death. Without it, he is nothing because he chose for it to be all he was. Aang quite literally removed a significant chunk of what made up Ozai’s identity. Just because Aang did not maim him physically does not mean Ozai wasn’t served justice.

Ozai abused Fire Nation culture and his role as the Firelord. So in the end, he lost ties to both, and will have to suffer as he watches the world thrive without him. In contrast, Aang mended his own ties, to both the Air Nomads and his role as the Avatar. Ozai lost his sense of identity while Aang restored his.

Aang did his duty as the Avatar and eliminated a world conquering threat. Aang also did his duty to his people and maintained their ideals after the world tried to get rid of them.

Removing Ozai’s bending signifies that he finally, beautifully, learned what it means to be who he is. After seasons of running away, he has come home, to himself, his people, and his duties, and became Avatar Aang.

I, on the other hand, am not an Air Nomad, so the next person that tries to frame the finale as “Nickelodeon were cowards and just didn’t want to show a death” will be getting beat with a bat.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #aang #s: atla #don’t mess with my baby #babbles #aang killing Ozai would be confirming that air nomad ideals cannot exist in wartime #it is basically a massive f*ck you to their ways of life #on the other hand Aang completely sparing Ozai would be a massive f*ck you to the world and survivors that are still there #this is why he finds a BALANCE #it’s about BALANCE #of merging who he used to be with who he needs to be and finally making it who he is now #anyone that’s team ‘should’ve killed Ozai’ can catch these gotdamn hands

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amaranth-devi1 · 9 months

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Exactly one week ago, on the sixth Oxaliplatin treatment, I ended up in the intensive care unit, when the Oxliplatin had time to go through the implanted central venous port for only 4 minutes (from a two-hour drip), I had a severe allergic reaction. Fortunately, the MET / RRT team arrived within a minute. Adrenaline, cortisone, etc. antidote triggered the situation. I got all possible symptoms, skin symptom, - shortness of breath, - oxygen saturation and a dangerous drop in blood pressure. The pressure could not be measured with a standard gauge. With the MET resuscitation meter, the blood pressure was finally measured at 70/40. SAE Notification within 24 h. I belonged to the BREAKWATER research treatment until I had an SAE (Serious Adverse Event). 12 patients from Finland were selected for this study, and only 703 patients from the whole world. I have Colon Cancer Stage 4, BRAF V600E mutation. Small metastases in the liver, colon stoma were operated on in March and in this way the cancer tumor in the sigmoid colon was bypassed and left alone. Stoma has worked so well and all invain pain was gone. It's two-stage stoma, temporary, but i am not sure do i want to go back to the normal way any more. However, the Oxaliplatin / Fluorouracil combination 5 times worked well for me, all have shrunk by half and the abscess that perforated at the point of the affected intestine has completely disappeared. Now I continue with biological specific drugs IV every two weeks for 1 hour and in tablet form. No more IV drip for more than 4 hours. So no more Oxaliplatin chemo, no more two days with a BAXTER pump at home. I hope for nothing more than the well-started treatment continues, also 4 times treatment with Encorafenib and Cetuximab (Anti-EGFR)works as well.

Some ones get the hardest road to travel through life.. (about 10 different open surgery behind and long hospital periods many many years for different illness, since of child). Forced to cope, i won't give up this battle too.

With love; @amaranth-devi1

My first new treatment (A. line in the BREAKWATER ) with Encorafenib and Cetuximab (Anti-EGFR) yesterday.

#text post #me #my life #self #f*ck cancer #hard life #still alive

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nickelsack · 1 year

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#🍋 .#body image #k9s.selfie #turns out.. yes i can #stream f*ck my life by seventeen #:)

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theinfinitedivides · 5 months

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look at them.

#tvxq #dbsk #tvxq yunho #tvxq changmin #yunho #jung yunho #uknow #changmin #max changmin #shim changmin #local gay actually watches the f*cking MAMAs.txt #loves of my life you don't get it. i'm being fed so much this morning #also why did it take me so long to realize that the award cards are just Samsung Z Flips. like it said presented by Samsung but #i didn't realize that's what they meant. f*ck me

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dashingwishes · 1 year

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F*ck My Life

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snowlyx · 3 months

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Amy furry Gijinka thing based on the Gacha design I made.

I gave her fur ears because why not.

Wait this only took 1h 39m?

#sonic fanart #amy rose #sonic gijinka #gacha life 2 #procreate #can we Stan Amy with freckles?#I forgot my watermark #F*ck #can I trust people not to steal.#Fist person who steals will cause this post to be deleted #Then you’ll only be able to access it through my KoFi #Link in my bio #;)

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cryinginmyroomsposts · 6 months

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If This Was a Movie...

Wonwoo Series | Ongoing | Fandom: Seventeen

pairing: Wonwoo x reader

genre: angst, fluff, slight crack, second chance trope, strangers to lovers, non-idol!au

summary: Movies- they convey a story in under 2 hours. People live multiple lives, and emotions in that time. If life could be that easy, you would not be nursing a broken heart instead of locking hands with the love of your life. The movie of your life has been stuck in the sad montage for a long long time now. Will you ever have the happy ending you deserve? The one Wonwoo deserves...

status: ongoing

a/n: Been thinking about this a while now. The updates might be slower cuz school is killing me but I will try my best. I'm sorry for the angst about to come.

Chapters

ch 1 - Come back to me...

ch 2 - [coming soon]

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 1 year

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Incorrect quotes for you wonderful basement children 🤍✨

Jersey: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos.  Jersey: Oh no, where did it go?  Connecticut(Connie): JERSEY WHAT THE F(speaks northeast)?!

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Florida: *About to do something incredibly stupid*  Loui: I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.

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Jersey: I have a problem.  Mass: Kill it.  Jersey: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

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Jersey: Any idiot would know that.  Florida : I knew that!  Jersey: See?

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Tex, during a conversation with Oklahoma or California, *turns to NY*: Could you maybe just like… stab me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

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Gov: I’d like to live through a week that’s not a whole new verse of “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”

*cue an explosion and screams of terror that could be heard from the highest hell*

Gov: But we all know that ain’t happening.

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Gov: I am going to need you to swear-  Tex: F(speaks Texas). Gov:  Gov: ...swear as in promise.

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Tex: Loui is late again.  Jersey: How did this happen? I called them at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.  Gov: I printed up a fake schedule for them saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.  Florida : I set their clock to say PM when it’s really AM.  Tex: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.  *Loui bursts through the door*  Loui *hyperventilating*: WHAT TIME IS IT?

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Mass: Hey, wanna help me commit arson?  Loui: What the hell!?  Mass: Oh, sorry, my bad.  Mass, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson?  Loui, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

(These two are very good friends in my au and you can pry that off my dead cold hands-)

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Mass: I’m totally useless.  Jersey: You’re not totally useless.  Jersey: You can be used as a bad example. *gets tackled*

(I headcanon that Jersey is probably one the most tame NE states)

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Mass: Who the fuck-  Utah: Language!  Mass: Whom the fuck-  Utah: No.

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Gov: Editor's note: What the f(speaks sleep-deprived coffee bean)….

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Aight you hot mOtHeRtRuCkErs~ Hope y’all have a great rest of ur day/night 🙂✨

#ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttt massachusetts #wttt new york #wttt louisiana #wttt texas #wttt gov #wttt new jersey #wttt florida #im gonna go cry now #and re-think some of my life choices #them: you can’t run from your problems #me: I’m fast as f*ck boy-

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