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gi4hao · 1 month

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☆ SEVENTEEN COMFORTING YOU AFTER A BAD DAY (hip hop unit)

— pure fluff! (some mentions of food) — VOCAL UNIT VERSION HERE

— SEUNGCHEOL

• he lets you cry and cry and cry in his arms until you physically cannot produce any more tears

• his hands are softly stroking your back as he lets you vent about your day

• “i’m so sorry you had to go through all that baby” he tells you when you’re done, placing a kiss on top of your head as he lets you cuddle as close to him as you need to

• definitely tells you to let him take care of you that evening, because he wants your day to end on a better note

• and he 100% means it: he pampers you like royalty, giving you his undivided attention and nothing less

• you feel like taking a bath? you’ll have one with scented bubbles and candles. you feel like going for a walk to clear your head? he’ll go with you and hold you close the whole time.

— MINGYU

• so so so supportive

• the moment you get back home, he’s already waiting for you with his arms wide open, ready for you to collapse against his chest

• definitely listens to you rant about the people that upset you that day, all while cooking a hearty meal for the two of you

• i think some of his bubbliness would definitely rub off on you, and he’s kind of counting on that to make you feel better

• because it’s hard to stay upset when your boyfriend keeps peppering kisses all over your face, all while looking at you with the kindest eyes on earth

• he just wants you to be surrounded by happy things overall. whether it’s by showing you a cute puppy he saw on tiktok or sharing the latest gossips he got from the members, he thinks it’s important to take your mind off of whatever’s weighing you down

• and when you thank him for always being your happy place, his heart does a little jump that fills him with nothing but pure love

— WONWOO

• he’s probably already comforting you over text during the day. he hopes his little messages to check up on you can bring you a bit of comfort (they do)

• he makes sure to get home a little earlier to do some chores so that you don’t have to stress about that as well

• and yes he’ll definitely let you cuddle for as long as you want if that’s what you need when you come home

• he’ll even let you play with his hair if it helps you relieve the tension (which also benefits him because he gets to admire you up close, something he loves to do)

• the next day, he leaves a post-it note on your bathroom mirror for you to read when you wake up

• it’s something along the lines of “had to leave early but don’t forget i love you + there’s an iced coffee in the fridge and a muffin on the table <3”

— VERNON

• an amazing listener, for sure. no matter what kind of emotion you’re feeling, he’ll patiently listen for as long as needed

• but he’ll speak up if you start to talk in a self-deprecating way, reminding you of how amazing you are and how proud of you he is

• “i’m not letting these thoughts take up too much space in your brain” he tells you, handing you yet another tissue to wipe your nose with. “which is why i think the smartest thing to do tonight would be to watch a really, really dumb movie. what do you think?”

• you gladly accept, of course. because nothing can comfort you the way vernon and a silly movie can

• and that night isn’t like your usual movie night, when the two of you are just lazily slumped on the couch with random snacks on the table

• this time, he goes all in: pop-corn, a nice blanket to keep you both warm, his comfiest hoodie (for you to wear of course), and most importantly: he lets you pick the movie!

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wqnwoos · 11 months

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seventeen & touch-starved s/o (hhu ver.)

an / entirely written for a friend of mine but here. also whoever is reading this i love u have a good day 💓💕💖💗💞💘💝💖💞💕💗

vocal unit ver.

SEUNGCHEOL.

bear hugs that are somehow simultaneously gentle but also tight

props his chin on your head/shoulder

murmurs in your ear a couple times to make sure you’re alright

“hello?”

“hi,” you say softly into the phone. “um. it’s me.”

you can hear the smile in your boyfriend’s voice when he replies. “hi, baby. everything okay?”

“yeah!” you respond, too quickly with a voice pitched slightly too high. “everything’s fine! just… gonna go to bed now, i think.”

“i’m on my way home right now.” cheol answers the unasked question with ease. “don’t worry, baby, you’ll get your cuddles.”

which is why he’s unsurprised when you’re waiting by the door the moment he arrives home, clad in your pyjamas with a freshly-washed face, flinging your arms around his neck the moment he crosses the threshold.

WONWOO.

will quite literally let u do anything

most patient man fr

his hands, his hair, his thigh — it’s free real estate (but only for you)

it’s nearing 1 in the morning when you start missing wonwoo’s touch.

he’s not far, just on soonyoung’s couch. dinner had turned quickly into drinking games — you’d sat out, instead volunteering to clean the kitchen with vernon and jihoon. which was nice and fun and whatever, but as you sidle up to where wonwoo’s sitting on the sofa, you feel the sudden intense urge to just… cling.

that’s how you end up next to him, with his large hands in yours, you fiddling with his fingers, tracing his palm lines — comparing hand sizes and stroking his knuckles. he doesn’t even flinch, just listening to jeonghan’s story and nodding in all the right places; at some point, he even raises your joined hands to his lips and brushes a kiss over your knuckles, leaving you blushing with the slightest smirk tilting his lips.

MINGYU.

will drop everything to give you the hugs that you need and deserve (and i mean EVERYTHING)

good luck trying to get him to let go

the things i’d do to be hugged by him… those arms probably feel like the safest place in the world

it’s been one of those days — long and tiring and just wrong. which is why when mingyu hugs you in greeting as you step inside, it takes you all of two seconds to burst into tears.

“baby? are you — oh, sweetheart,” he gasps, as you start to shake into his chest. “don’t cry. c’mere. my baby, what is it? what happened?”

you can’t do anything but blubber helplessly, but he doesn’t mind in the slightest, pressing loving kisses everywhere he can reach. his arms stay around you the entire time, as he guides you to the couch, pulls you into his lap and soothes you with gentle touches and quiet murmurs. before he eventually starts cracking jokes — “i’ll buy out your company and never make you work again, if you want.” — and ordering your favourite takeout.

VERNON.

lets you do anything to him (2)

he’s so funny i feel like sometimes he’s just calling you dude but also he might just come out with the smoothest shit right when you don’t expect it

probably fiddles with your hair when he hold you

“vernon?”

“mm?” he glances up from him phone to find you standing in the doorway of the bedroom with round, pleading eyes. he knows immediately that you want something, and also knows immediately that he’ll grant you whatever it is. he always does, when you look at him like that.

you hesitate. “can i get a hug?”

as if he’d ever deny you that. he slides off the bed in one fluid motion, opening his arms and dropping his phone. “of course. come here.”

about a minute later, he attempts a pull away — you whine and tighten your arms, speaking into his shirt with a muffled plea. “just — a little longer? please?”

“as long as you want. i’ve got all day for you, baby.”

#seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen fic #seventeen imagines #seventeen headcanons #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo comfort #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol comfort #mingyu fluff #mingyu comfort #mingyu x reader #vernon fluff #vernon comfort #vernon x reader

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modevernon · 6 months

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rainy days # chwe vernon

pairing: vernon x gn!reader genre: f2l, comfort warnings: cursing, mentions of food word count: 1.25k

ever since autumn fell into your hands like a stale, unwanted gift, vernon had been acting strange. well. ‘strange’ was difficult to define. vernon was, by nature, pretty strange.

rather, he ceased to act in his normal, strange way, and that was what bothered you — where were the out-of-the-blue “fried chicken, my place, shrek” text invites? where had those gone? where were the absurd, vine-reminiscent tiktoks and goofy screenshots of infinite challenge? where were the multitude of beanies strewn across your house? where, and when had he taken them back? where was he?

yes, seasonal depression existed. but he had explicitly told you, as you were munching on a cinnamon roll for breakfast three months ago, that fall was his favorite season. and yes, you two had only started hanging out this year, so it wasn’t as if your friendship had ever been set in stone. but even so, you didn’t deserve to be ghosted, or slowly distanced from until he had erased you from his life.

and yet, you could pinpoint the day, the moment, the very conversation during which his demeanor shifted so precisely that you figured something must have gone wrong then, and maybe it was your fault.

so you ran back the dialogue to the best of your recollection: it had been a rainy saturday, the kind of humidity that simply begged you to stay inside, and vernon had been making cold hot chocolate (“so… chocolate milk?” “no, you don’t see the vision!”) as you drafted emails at your desk.

when he completed his little concoction and entered your room with a mug of it, you were enjoying a self-proclaimed break, perched on the edge of the table, scrolling through instagram.

“bro, you have to see this,” you called to him casually, hearing his footsteps approach.

he did approach — slowly. stopping before you, he placed the mug on the table. “am i your bro now?”

eyes still glued to your phone, you knocked jokingly at his arm. “sorry.”

after a beat, you looked up, as if finally absorbing all of what had been said so far. “wait.” vernon gazed back at you patiently. “you’ve never complained about that.”

he opened his mouth slightly, some unforeseeable sentence at the tip of his tongue, then closed it and glanced away. “yeah, well,” and he took a step back, “never said i was complaining.”

then you had taken a sip from the mug, and said to him that it tasted just like chocolate milk, but lukewarm, and he had laughed softly without a rebuttal, and you had showed him the instagram story you had found funny, and he had laughed again without comment, and half an hour later he had left from your apartment and the rain had kept falling and everything had seemed eerily quiet. the end.

except it wasn’t the end — it couldn’t be the end, when vernon’s pretty little face was all you could think about even as weeks, months passed without his presence.

today, you were feeling especially fed up, inhaling a cinnamon roll from the same café you’d visited with vernon in the heat of summer. it was suspiciously warm for late october, as if the weather was actively forcing you to reminisce, and it stayed warm until the sun slipped down and suddenly it was cruelly, unbearably cold — and rainy. wrapped up in blankets, you stirred your (real) hot chocolate, watched the downpour vandalize your windows, and wondered what to do with your fraught, ambivalent heart.

vernon was surprised to get a call past midnight, and more surprised that he was on his phone at the exact minute to pick up. he swiped right, forgetting to read the contact.

“hello?” he spoke first.

“hey.” vernon could tell by one syllable that it was you. he checked the screen to confirm anyway. you continued, voice inexplicable: “what’ve you been up to?”

first question, and he was already feeling guilty. “work,” he replied, with faux detachment, “kinda tiring.”

“tiring?”

“mm-hmm.”

“busier than usual?” your tone was veering from innocent to interrogative.

“yeah, you could say that.” what excuse could he give that wasn’t the reason?

“you still could’ve kept in touch, you know,” you hit back. quiet on the other end of the line. “i had to watch bottoms without you.”

“oh, that’s a great movie,” vernon blurted, then immediately regretted.

he could almost see your eyes narrow. “so you watched it on your own?”

“… yeah. on my own.”

you let his response hang embarrassingly in silence. after a beat — “do you have anything to tell me, hansol?”

oh. hansol. shit was getting real; but vernon tried to dodge the fact. “do you have anything to tell me?”

“stop acting cheeky. it’s not cute.”

“no, i’m serious. you must’ve called to say something.”

“i can’t just call to say hi?”

“that’s what you wanted to say? hi?” the words came out far more acerbic than he had intended.

and for the first time, your voice faltered. “didn’t… didn’t you miss me?”

to answer that would be to burst a dam. he felt no choice but to fall back on old tricks. “did you miss me?”

you huffed. vernon knew he was pushing your limit, but it was all he could do. now it was quiet on your end, and he was contemplating a better way to weasel out of this when the bell of his apartment abruptly rang.

perfect. “um— hey, so sorry to cut this short, but i just— there’s a friend coming over, they’re at the door—” and he walked hastily toward it. “we can talk later.” and he hung up before you had the time to reply, simultaneously opening the door to find you, drenched, no umbrella in sight, staring daggers into him.

he was so stunned that he couldn’t exclaim. you kept staring until you grew tired of it, and blinked away. with your hair dripping so much, it was impossible to tell whether your face was wet with tears or rain.

just as vernon began to take up his hand to wipe your cheek, you spoke again. “really hard fucking way to get me to ask you out.”

his hand froze. to what? “of course i missed you, hansol. i missed you so much, i couldn't do anything else. i missed you so much, i ran here while it was pouring, and you know i hate going outside when it's like this. i missed you so much, it’s been driving me insane! what the hell did i do that was so wrong?” your voice was breaking, fracturing. “can’t you tell me?”

the way vernon stood made him look like a film on pause. only his eyes trembled, ever so slightly, drinking you in with excruciating care because heaven knows how much he missed you too.

before he could think of what to say back, his body moved reflexively into yours, arms wrapped around you, head buried in your neck. you were so cold against him, so tense with emotion that his embrace left you melting.

“i thought you didn’t want me,” he breathed, still enveloped in you, “the way i wanted you.”

you sighed, somewhere between relief and exasperation. “why would you assume that, idiot?” it wasn’t really a question. “someone who’s usually so slow to act.”

at that comment, vernon peeled — slowly — away from you to face you again. “i’ll be fast this time,” he vowed, and you tilted your head in puzzlement. “you’re asking me out? my answer is yes.”

a/n: excuse my like two month hiatus. kung chi pak chi summoned me back.

#seventeen vernon #svt vernon #chwe vernon #chwe hansol #vernon #vernon x reader #vernon comfort #vernon fic #vernon imagine #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabbles #seventeen scenarios #svt x reader

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xhmeusworld · 3 months

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one hit (to the body) | vernon chwe

genre: non idol! vernon, angst, fluff, transgender reader (ftm)

pairings: vernon chwe x transgender reader (ftm)

warnings: injury

word count: 1k

note: okay, i started writing with the intent to always write gender neutral imagines; however, i believe representation is critical. as a trans person myself, more works surrounding trans people was always something i was looking for and hopefully by posting this, i’m helping someone get comfort from the fact that they are not alone and that they are being seen within this world. they are not being erased or overlooked. they are real and deserve a better world. that being said, my messages are always open

everything was spinning as you lowered yourself down on the bench. your legs felt like jelly and your ribs burnt like fire. your face was coated with a fine layer of sweat and you had to resist the urge to rest your cheek against the cold metal bench. the nausea in your stomach made it hard to focus. you didn’t even notice that someone had yanked your baseball helmet off until a stream of cold water met your head, drenching your unruly hair and running under the collar of your black and red jersey.

“are you sure you’re okay, y/n?” your teammate, vernon, asked, raking his hand through the young boy’s wet hair in an attempt to get it out of his face. “you look like you’re overheating.”

if it was a normal day, you would be mentally freaking out over the fact that the boy who you had a crush on since seventh grade year was running his hands through your hair, but your brain felt too much like mush in your head.

your eyes squinted up at vernon and breathing through the pain your ribs, you spoke. “i’m fine.”

“you don’t look fine to me, y/n,” coach countered, jogging up to you. “you’ve been off since warm-ups and i can tell your brain isn’t in the game today. that’s the reason why i called a timeout. i think you should stay on the bench for the reminder of the time.”

you shook your head, water droplets still falling from your hair. “no, i can play. i’m okay. it’s just hot out today. the water vernon poured on my head helped.”

you hoped that your voice sounded convincing. coach mulled over your words for a few seconds before releasing a sigh. “fine, but if i think for a moment that you’re unfit to play, i’m pulling you out whether you like it or not. now, let’s get back in the game. it’s your turn to pitch.”

you nodded as vernon grabbed onto your hands, pulling you to your feet. you held back a cry of pain as your ribs were set ablaze once again.

vernon gave you a look of concern before running out toward the outfield. you slipped on your mitt, running toward the pitcher’s mound. you could hardly breathe as you attempted to zero in on the area you were supposed to aim for. your limbs felt heavy as you lifted your left leg, letting the ball fly.

you honestly weren’t even sure how you were still standing. the black stars exploding in your line of vision made you feel disoriented and it felt like there was weight on your chest. you were so focused on not passing out that you didn’t even notice the batter make contact with the ball, sending it flying in your direction.

“y/n!” vernon called out while the rest of the team called, “look out!”

vernon rushed toward you, but he wasn’t quick enough. the ball made a sickening crack as hit the side of your head, knocking you to the ground. you weren’t even awake when you hit the dirt mound below.

however, the moment you woke up, it felt like someone had took a sledgehammer to your skull. your hand moved up to touch your temple, but instead it came in contact with soft material, which could only be gauze. you let out a groan as you attempted to open your eyes only to be greeted by harsh light. you were in the nurse’s office.

“what happened?” you asked as you felt movement to your left. you turned your head, causing another burst of black to enter your vision, to see seungkwan positioned next to your bed.

“a baseball hit you in the head,” your best friend and fellow teammate explained, grabbing a hold of your hand in preparation to pull you off of your back. “how do you feel? are you dizzy? is the pain bad?”

“on a scale of one to ten, i would say-” you let out a yelp as seungkwan pulled you up into a sitting position. your hand instinctively moved to your rib cage. you expected your fingers to come in contact with the fabric of your baseball uniform, but instead, you touched bare skin.

“why is my jersey unbuttoned?” you asked, your breath coming out heavy.

seungkwan sighed. “when vernon carried you in, you weren’t breathing right. the nurse had to check your heart and-”

your eyes widened as you searched the blonde’s face. “does he know?” your voice was barely above a whisper.

seungkwan gave you a sad look. “i tried to get him to leave before the nurse did anything, but he was worried about you. he wanted to stay.”

an involuntary sound left your lungs as you realized the power that your best friend’s words held. the secret you had been hiding your entire middle and high school career was out and it wasn’t even your decision. a sob escaped your lungs, intensifying the pain in your ribs and chest.

“hey, hey,” seungkwan whispered, cupping your face. “breathe, okay? crying is only going to make your ribs hurt worse. the nurse wanted to take it off of you, but your dad told her to wait until he got here.” he gently pulled the smaller boy against his body, being careful to not squeeze you too hard. “you shouldn’t have slept in it last night. my family wouldn’t have noticed anything. i should have made you take it off.”

you pulled back from seungkwan, your eyes filled with tears. “he’s going to tell everyone. the whole school is going to know. I’ll get kicked off the team.”

your words caught in your throat as the nurse’s office door opened and the last person you wanted to see stepped in. you wanted to scream as the vernon’s eyes darted down to the binder constricting your chest. “i’m not going to tell anyone, y/n.”

“why? because you don’t want to expose the transgender kid?” you spat out.

vernon gave you a small smile. “no, because i care about the boy in front of me.”

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wnewoo · 1 year

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soft whispers and goodnight kisses

vernon x fem reader

midnight - 2.05 am

The reader has a nightmare. vernon comfort slay (not really proofread but i’ve been getting into svt for the longest time and i wrote this a while ago so im finally posting since college has been CRAZY lately)

(wc - 500!)

The slow patter of rain hitting the window and quiet whines woke Vernon from his deep slumber. Feeling rapid movements from beside him, he cracks his eyes open to see the city lights shine in from the window, as well as the slow droplets of water running down the thick glass.

Looking beside him, the whines that woke him only seemed to get louder and more pained. Frowning, he places a light hand on Y/n’s shoulder, shaking her just enough to wake her up,

“Y/n, are you okay? What happened, baby?” He asks softly when she wakes up with a gasp, her wide eyes scanning the room quickly then drifting to his worried eyes.

She didn’t say anything and yet Vernon could tell how fast her bottom lip was trembling, no matter how dark the room was he could still tell how her eyes started brimming with unshed tears. His frown deepens as he pulls her in for a hug. A large hand behind her head pushed her to the crook by his shoulder and neck.

He feels wet tears touch his skin, and the wracking body of his girlfriend shaking against him. Vernon strokes his hand through Y/n’s hair, not knowing how to comfort her as she had never said a thing ever since she woke up,

“Wanna tell me what happened in your dream?” He says softly, tone low and comforting only making Y/n sink further into his embrace,

“You… you weren’t there when I woke up. All your things had gone, you left nothing. Not even your scent on the pillows. It… it scared me, please don’t leave me Vernon, please?” She hiccups, wrapping her arms around his neck for a sense of security,

“Oh baby, no. I’d never leave you so suddenly like that. Never in a million years.” He whispers into her hair, the smell of her floral shampoo faint but nonetheless still there, “Come on, you should get to sleeping. We have a full day tomorrow, you don’t wanna miss half of it yeah?”

She only whimpers in response and hugs his neck tighter. Vernon’s mouth pulls into a smile, only moving them both down into a lying position on the soft pillows behind them.

The patter of rain outside only gets louder, yet calming Y/n’s nerves slightly. Along with the soft sounds of the AC and Vernon’s soft breathing, her mind slowly goes quiet. Y/n always thought she found peace in silence and stillness. However in this moment, things feel as if they just fall into place. Her head lying on Vernon’s chest, listening to his calm heartbeat as if it were her favourite song.

Soon enough, her eyelids weigh heavy as they shut closed. Soft snores silently telling Vernon that everything was back to being okay, where the world felt right with her sleeping undisturbed in his arms. Vernon presses plenty of soft kisses atop of Y/n’s head, before finally resting his head on hers and letting his own heavy eyes shut.

#vernon x reader #hansol x reader #svt x reader #vernon fluff #svt fluff #vernon chwe #vernon comfort

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wonijinjin · 8 months

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MASTERLIST

~ all my works can be found here

~ warnings are listed at the top of the works

~ the works are written for female/gender neutral reader

~ do not repost my work as your own please, but comments reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated

key:

~ fluff: ☁️

~ angst: 💔

~ hurt/comfort: 🌸

~ humour/crack: 🫧

~ suggestive: 🔥

EVENTS/SERIES/SPECIALS

~ 200 followers event

~ the weeknd series [seventeen ot13]

~ light a flame: a christmas special [seventeen ot13]

~ dust: a christmas special [enhypen ot7]

ENHYPEN

OT7 HEADCANONS

~ nicknames enhypen members would call their s/o [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ enhypen members with a s/o who wears glasses [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ dates enhypen members would take their s/o on [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ enhypen members with a s/o who has migraines [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

JAY

~ surprise gone wrong: you wanted to surprise your boyfriend and his members with cookies for completing their concerts, but it didn’t quite go as planned. [f! reader, ☁️🌸🫧]

JAKE

~ in the middle of the night: jake has a migraine and you help him as the good partner you are. [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

SUNGHOON

~ go big or go home: you and sunghoon having some fun at the ice rink. [f! reader, ☁️🌸]

SUNOO

~ sweet: shopping for candy with the sweetest man alive might be your favourite thing to do. [gn! reader, ☁️]

SEVENTEEN

OT13 HEADCANONS

~ seventeen members as still scenes [☁️]

~ seventeen members sleeping with their s/o [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ seventeen members as university students [☁️🫧]

~ seventeen members comforting a crying s/o [☁️💔🌸, gn! reader]

~ nicknames seventeen members would call their s/o [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ seventeen members as feelings/personality traits [☁️]

~ seventeen members with a sick s/o [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

~ seventeen members when their introverted s/o feels socially exhausted [☁️🌸]

~ seventeen when their quieter s/o feels affectionate [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ seventeen members teaching you how to drive [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ seventeen members and their specific actions in a relationship [gn! reader, ☁️]

UNIT HEADCANONS

~ seventeen’s 95 line’s favourite thing about their s/o [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ seventeen’s hiphop unit when their s/o falls asleep on them [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ seventeen’s vocal unit when their s/o falls asleep on them [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ all nighter with seventeen’s 96 line [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ seventeen’s vocal unit when their s/o feels lonely [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

~ seventeen when their s/o is overwhelmed and needs a lazy day [includes: seungcheol, jun, wonwoo, seungkwan, vernon, ☁️🌸]

~ seventeen’s vocal unit singing their s/o to sleep [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

LONG FICS (5k+)

~ SEUNGCHEOL - MIND GAMES [f! reader, minors dni, 💔🔥]

~ MINGYU (+WONWOO) - BITTERSWEET [f! reader, 💔🌸]

SEUNGCHEOL

~ nightmares: you had a nightmare and cheol is ready to calm you down even in the middle of the night. [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

~ (un)lucky charm: choi seungcheol was your sworn enemy in life, until he was not. [gn! reader, 💔🌸, enemies to lovers]

~ can you keep a secret?: you and cheol have been dating secretly, but can you keep it that way? [f! reader, ☁️🫧💔]

~ in sickness and in health: when you get food poisoning cheol is ready to sacrifice his night to take care of you. [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

JEONGHAN

~ lean on me: when life has you struggling jeonghan is there to pull you up. [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

~ cat got your tongue?: your perfect plans for halloween night with jeonghan did NOT include hoshi’s surprise. [gn! reader, 🫧, thriller, halloween special]

JOSHUA

~ thinkin’ about you: you drinking a little too much and calling joshua to take you home wasn’t the best idea, or was it? [gn! reader, ☁️🌸💔, close friends to something more]

~ falling for u: you drinking a little too much and calling joshua to take you home wasn’t the best idea, or was it? [second part to thinkin’ about you, gn! reader, ☁️💔, close friends to lovers]

~ being in a relationship with joshua hong: silly headcanons [gn! reader, ☁️]

WONWOO

~ warm covers, sick cuddles: you managed to get sick in the summer, what would be better than your dear boyfriend comforting you? [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

~ friends: they say if you love someone you have to let them go. [f! reader, 💔]

MINGYU

~ trust fall: mingyu is afraid of heights, but what happens when you try to convince him to go on the ferris wheel in the amusement park? [gn! reader, ☁️💔🫧]

~ shameless: you and mingyu may be more than friends with benefits. [f! reader, 🔥]

~ painfully in love: when your period cramps torture you mingyu is always there to help and give you some comfort. [f! reader, ☁️🌸]

~ being in a relationship with kim mingyu: silly headcanons [f! reader, ☁️🫧]

~ precious: jealousy is a serious disease and your friends definitely have it, good thing that mingyu doesn’t care. [f! reader, ☁️🌸💔]

MINGHAO

~ crush: you are not a very subtle lover, and minghao noticed it. [gn! reader, ☁️🫧]

SEUNGKWAN

~ i wish: new year’s eve + champagne + stairscases = new wishes. [gn! reader, ☁️🫧]

~ sign of the times: when you feel insecure seungkwan is there to show you how much he loves all of you. [gn! reader, 🌸💔☁️]

DINO

~ figure you out: the members of seventeen think you look rather scary while dino says otherwise, but who is right? [idol au, gn! reader, ☁️💔🌸]

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ceebit · 1 year

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i’m the worst when i’m sick and i’ve decided to make it joshua’s problem. :)

the worst thing about being sick is resisting the physical affection your doting boyfriend has no qualms giving out. it hurts your heart in doing so, spending many a night pouting up at the ceiling knowing he’s in the parlor graciously giving up his spot next to you for your full comfort—because he’s a sweetheart, you mourn, sniffling—and to ensure you’re getting the full rest you need. you’re sure joshua would bend of backwards for you, sick or healthy, but you’re beginning to miss him. terribly.

“shua,” you call out to him while he’s in the kitchen, humming something soft as he prepares soup for the both of you. his answering tone is thoughtful, and you pull the blanket draped over you tighter around your shoulders. “i miss you..”

his laugh is sweet, not at all directed at you—not ever. the smell of something good wafts under your nose and you nestle further into the comfort. “i never left? i’ve always been here.”

you know that. obviously.

it’s not just him you miss, though. you miss resting your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat before eventually falling asleep. you miss waking up to his hand gently drawing miscellaneous patterns on the back of your (his) shirt and the good morning he whispers still tinged in his sleepy voice. you miss sharing those intimate moments with him and from the understanding smile he gives you when he returns with a bowl and two spoon, you know he gets it.

“i miss you, too,” he replies, setting the bowl and the utensils down on the coffee table to fluff up the pillows behind you. he sighs, settling down beside your bundled form, and picks the bowl up again to feed you. “miss holding you close. haven’t been sleeping the same since.”

it… would be pleasing, you know. knowing how much your lover misses you as well. if not for the fact that you were technically the reason why.

“i haven’t been sleeping at all,” you pout, and he laughs before quietly asking you to open your mouth. you comply, and the warmth you receive—both edible and radiating off the sun incarnate—doubles tenfold.

“it’s my mom’s recipe.” you’re startled from your thoughts at the sound of his voice once again, gently coaxing another spoonful into your mouth. “it’s been a while since i’ve made it, though, so… hopefully it’s okay?”

it’s then do you realize just how much he loves you. tears well up in your eyes, mouth full of soup, and heart full of unexplainable feelings. joshua starts to panic, thinking it’d backfired, but your tearfilled ahhh for more only makes him huff a quiet snort and feed you until the spoon clatters against the empty bottom.

wiping at your tear stained cheeks, you notice the other spoon left untouched on the table, and frown. “didn’t you want some, too?”

“i made it to share originally,” he admits, “but you needed it more. love comes with sacrifices, and i’m willing to make them for you.”

he pats your head lovingly on the way back to the kitchen and you try your hardest not to cry again.

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bluewhitehues · 17 days

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Hug| Kim Mingyu - BONUS PART

(New readers you can read this one as one shot too if you want or you can read the whole story here- Masterlist )

Just like the lyrics of Hug, Mingyu is that Hug in your life.

Whenever it's hard [for you]

You can get a hug from me

I am the same

No matter how much you hide it

You know you can't hide it forever

So we can smile together

Don't be sorry

Don't worry

Don't be scared

Now don't cry

To me you are very precious

You can tell me today was tough

I am here, you suffered a lot

I love you

I will hug you

You wake up in the middle of a night from a scary dream which felt so real ..a piece of your heart felt broken after it..it was about Mingyu and you just want to see him and be near him right now. You fumble towards your phone and call him with shaky hands.

It's 3am and it hasn't been so long since mingyu fell asleep, his eyes go wide in worry when he sees your name on the screen, you never called him this late and you live alone. He was bound to get so worried.

"Can you come to meet me?I wanna see you please" You whisper as soon as he picks up the call.

"Angel? Are you ok did anything happen?" He asks Panicked after hearing your voice.

"Yeah just I'm not feeling well "

He notices your weak voice n promises to be there in 20 mins.

He was worried sick because you've never been like this.

As soon as he enters your apartment with the key you've given him, he goes straight to your bedroom finding you sitting on the bed with lost and teary eyes, he goes straight to you sitting on the bed cupping your cheeks immediately.

"Baby you scared me can you tell me what's wrong are you hurting anywhere?" ..he asks worried eyes roaming all over you.

You hug him instantly as if he'll disappear any second.

"I- I got a very very bad dream it felt so real and I never want anything like that to e-ever happen even in my dream" Your voice shaky from all the emotions you're feeling.

"Hey hey baby calm down please it was just a dream I'm here now hmm" He says stroking your back and head.

"Something happened and you just you just went away from me ..you disappeared and I was left alone all over again and I don't want that I I you mean a lot to me I don't want you to be away from me" ..you say sobbing...your crying increasing and he can't see you like that he has never seen you crying

"Bub I'm right here I won't leave you ever, you hear me .. why'd I ? you're so perfect, so lovely. I won't go away even if someone tried to snatch me away from you ..I'd fight the god for you if it ever comes to that..I'm never leaving you never" He repeats so you could register what he's saying, so you could understand him through your current state.

"It was just a dream you're ok,I'm ok ,I'm here with you see.." he grabs your hand putting it on his cheek while he's caressing yours ...he kisses your forehead repeatedly until you calm down.

You're crying so much he can't ever see you like this his heart is hurting so bad.

You're literally squeezing him in the hug and he's returning it he knows you need to feel him to believe it. He's not going away ..he's yours rightfully so ..you don't talk much about it but you both feel the strong connection you have otherwise there's no way you clicked in such a short time, always feeling like you got the missing piece of your puzzles always complementing each other in many things, like the way you understand each other, the way you get each other you just have to spill words and he would understand it.

Later that night after you calm down, he makes you drink water. Asks if you're ok now and pulls you on himself again, makes you sleep with your head on his chest so you could listen to his heartbeat. Tells you how much you mean to him. Keeps whispering i love you's. Keeps you close to him the whole time.

And promises himself not to let you sleep alone again ever, he wants to ask you to move in but he himself lives with wonwoo..so he decides on spending each night with you no matter what or how exhausting the day has been, you're the one he needs anyway ..to heal him at the end of the day.

A/N: wrote this back in February.

Wishing and praying for me and you all to get this type of love and comfort in our lives. We deserve to be loved like Hug Mingyu loves his lover :') 💘

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scarriestmarlowe · 4 months

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so uh. you all know what this is in reference to

#grant wilson #leslie vernon #the rise of leslie vernon #slasher #slasher fanart #trolv #trlv #art #fanart #dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndads s1 #kiddads #comfort characters

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jimgandolfini · 1 year

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the only unique thought I can add to todays succession sunday discourse is this was an extremely sexy night for frank vernon girlies (me)

#he finally got a closer haircut 🙏#and he’s not dying his hair 🙌#and the pilot scene in particular 🫡#succession s4e3 #and truthfully conheads won tonight as well #frank vernon #when he hit the wall 🥴#when he was very comforting and caring and supportive 😫#when he was doing his business thing 😩#all in his business casual garb #🥺🫡🫣🤭🫠🥹🤪🥰😘🙃😖🥵#succession #succession s4

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wqnwoos · 11 months

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“vernon, we need to talk.”

your arms are crossed. your brows are furrowed. your lips are set in a dead straight line. you mean serious business.

he blinks at you, confused, but shifts so he’s sitting upright on the sofa. “okay,” vernon agrees, apprehensive. he pats the space next to him.

you take it, uncrossing your arms and looking him dead in the eye, so seriously that his mind short circuits for a second — he starts panicking internally, and that means he almost misses your next words;

“vernon, we need a cat.”

before he even fully registers your words and processes his relief, you’re begging. “i’m serious, okay! i know you’re busy and i can get busy sometimes, but i really — really — really think we should get a cat.”

“o—”

“from the rescue centre! you know, the one we visit all the time. pleeeease don’t say no.”

“i mean — ”

“and i need someone to keep me company when you’re away for tour and stuff too, you know.”

“is this… emotional blackmail?”

“no! i just think we’d be great parents! we can afford it! and we’d do a really good job, especially you, ‘cause you’re so awesome and handsome and cool a—”

“alright, okay, hold on.” he snorts, holding up a hand to stop you. “you don’t have to resort to flattery.”

“so… we can get the cat?” you gaze at him with pleading, rounded eyes, and he blinks.

“i literally don’t know how you got to that conclusion from what i said,” he says dryly.

your pout is instantaneous. “vernon!”

“baby!”

“please. please please please pleeeeaase.”

his smile is borderlining a smirk by now, as he pinches your cheeks. “you’re so cute.”

“i’m not cute. i’m desperate.”

“you’re still cute.”

“usually i’d say thank you, but right now i don’t care. can we get the cat?”

vernon chuckles, looping arm around you. “of course we can get the cat. you didn’t even have to beg, you know. i was sold the moment you said it.”

your delighted beam, he notices quickly, is turning more and more sheepish as you slip out from under his arm, sidling over to a cardboard box he hadn’t even noticed before.

“so, uh… about that cat,” you begin.

“baby.”

“yes?”

“what’s in the box?”

you glance between him and the box. “what box? this box? oh! haha. nothing. nothing crazy. ha.”

“it wouldn’t happen to be… i don’t know, a cat?”

“whaaat?” you scoff at him, waving a hand disbelievingly. “a cat? a cat! pshh. what a craazy thought. imagine that.”

the silence that follows is broken by one very small, very quiet meow.

“okay, okay!” you throw your hands up guiltily. “i’m sorry, she was just looking at me with those big big eyes and i couldn’t just say no, could i?”

far from being mad, or even surprised, vernon is just entertained. “and what if i had said no?”

“i would’ve cried. do you want that on your conscience?”

“never.” he stands, opening his hands to you with a boyish smile. “now. hand me my child.”

an / thought of this idea after many many cat pics (thank you sammy perla is the love of my life). and then i sat and wrote it out in 15 mins. (could alternatively be used as a very accurate depiction of me begging my mother for a cat, except i’ve been doing that for over a decade and she only says no.)

#vernon fluff #vernon x reader #vernon comfort #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen comfort #vernon fic #vernon x y/n #vernon scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen fic #seventeen headcanons

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truly-twirls · 2 years

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a thousand times over - c. hansol

Word Count: 658

Warnings: Brief mention of food

Characters: Chwe Hansol

AO3 Link

🌱🌱🌱

10:03pm.

Vernon listened quietly from the couch to hear the sound of a passcode being entered at the front door. He knew you hadn’t really had a chance to sit down and relax since you woke up at 6am to leave for work.

You were adamant at the start of the relationship between you two that Hansol had no obligation to suddenly take on both of their financial burdens, and you were avid about sticking to that deal.

So, you picked up another job on top of your part-time barista position at a quaint café. You were now also in charge of checking out customers at a local produce store.

Both jobs were easy money in your opinion, however, days like today were when it really weighed on your shoulders how much energy the jobs took.

A coworker of yours at the café had begged you to take his shift despite you already having a shift at the produce store scheduled already. Nonetheless, you weren’t really in any position to say no to more money.

Hansol, being the empathetic person he is, knew the toll your jobs were taking on you and admired how adamant you were about staying independent but…

But he can’t help but just want you to let him spoil you a bit!

You were his partner, he felt he should help you relax whenever you had tough days like this.

So when 10:07pm rolls around and Vernon finally hears the sound of the electronic keypad being used, he makes some finishing touches to the display he created in the living room.

When you walk in, you’re met with two things: The absolutely delightful scent of your favorite takeout and the warmth from Vernon’s body as he embraces you at the door.

“Hi Nonnie, what’s that–”

Hansol interrupts you by helping you take your shoes off and leading you to the living room. Your eyes meet a slightly lopsided pillow fort that has a foldable table perched up, decorated with takeout cartons full of food, and there’s the menu for Netflix already waiting for the two of you to spend ten minutes deciding on a movie.

It took a second to realize that the warmth Vernon gave you was still very much lingering even after his arms left your waist. You looked at your boyfriend, who was sitting inside the pillow fort and holding out another soft blanket out towards you with a goofy little grin.

“C’mere, I already have your pajamas over here so you can change. I know you wanna relax, babe.”

The dim light from the candle and nearby lamp made Hansol look exactly like a Prince Charming, only he wasn’t just ‘charming’ to you.

He was sweet. He understood your needs and boundaries. He was more than willing to take a moment to make you laugh.

Admittedly, you felt bad working late on his day off but the sight of Hansol’s smile made it easier to come to terms with.

1:34am.

You fell asleep about three-quarters into the second movie, exhausted from your thirteen hour work day. Vernon rams his hands through your hair, massaging your scalp as he does so.

“I hope you realize how much you mean to me, Y/N. You’ve done so much for me, I don’t even think you understand. I love you so much, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you.”

Obviously you didn’t hear his honey-sweet words during your slumber, but even in your unconscious state you shuffled your body closer into your boyfriend’s chest.

Good lord, the love Chwe Hansol felt for you was so endless he may just suffocate from it. He would give you the world a thousand times over if he had the ability to.

But for now, a soft kiss on your lips would suffice.

He planned to have every single day from here on out to give you everything he can offer.

🌱🌱🌱

#im so soft rn imma cry #vernon chwe #chwe hansol #vernon x reader #fluff #comfort fluff #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen comfort #hansol x reader #truetwirls writes

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g0lden-wings · 1 month

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So I was thinking about this and can't stop and I need to get it out but what if at the end of behind the mask Taylor can't do it, she just breaks down and realises that she's fallen for him and can't bring herself to harm him because of her feelings for him, she hates him for his actions but she can't bring herself to 'kill' him as it wouldn't just hurt him it would break her, think about how close they get during the movie they obviously have gained feelings for eachother, I might write a longer version of this as a one shot and post it as my own version of the ending of behind the mask

#behind the mask brainrot #behind the mask the rise of leslie vernon #behind the mask #the rise of leslie vernon #taylor x leslie #leslie vernon #taylor gentry #leslie vernon my beloved #hurt no comfort

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jeonghansshitester · 8 months

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HIIII

Hi my fellow delulu carats!! I’ve been reading fictions for a longgggg time now, I also have friends who write fics and I got inspired to write too! (I have written in the past but we shall not speak of that 🤫🤫)But there is one major issue, I HAVE NO IDEAS 🤦🏻‍♀️sooooo if any of y’all have any ideas at all, PLEASE SEND THEM IN 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️. [I do not write the following: any smut or nsfw themes (slight suggestive themes are ok), lgbt+ themes (my fics are gender neutral!! I just don’t feel fully comfortable using male pronouns with a male idol or female pronouns with a female idol ]

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unknownmusing · 1 year

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The Witcher Fanstory - Ioroche Fic: 'Fate Never Comes by Accident' - (Part 1 of ?)

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Notes:

Iorveth/Vernon relationship

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Alpha Iorveth and Omega Vernon

1 of ? parts

For @chamotea, @apastandfuturenerd and other Ioroche Shippers out there

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Summary:

For a long time, Vernon Roche - Temerian Commander of the Blue Stripes, Foltest's Hound and right-hand man - has been hiding his status as Un-mated Omega, even though in the past King Foltest ordered for his Scent-gland to be 'Cut' and his Crest Fronds on the nape of his neck to be 'Scarred' so that he didn't send Foltest's men into a rut-filled frenzy - until one day he returns to a place where he first met his long-term enemy - Iorveth.

Complicated issues arise though when Vernon, experiences Heat-sickness; rumours spread that Nilfgaard is spreading it's way across the map and plan to attack Vergen next and Aen Seidhe Alpha finds himself falling for his long-term enemy.

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PART 1 - Prologue - 'Returning to a Place where One First met their Enemy'

"Water's cold as hell. Come on, witcher!" Vernon Roche - Temeria Commander of the Blue Stripes, hidden Omega and Un-Mated - shouts up at the white-haired Witcher, who is taking his sweet time in the large boat bearing on the large sail the crest of the Temerian lilies busy making sure everything is sorted - before joins him and Triss - the female Sorceress, who had decided to accompany them both.

It meant to just be him and Geralt doing some 'Reconnaissance' only for Triss Merigold - a Beta, thankfully and not an Alpha as he didn't need two on the ship it would just cause problems even though he never gone into Heat for quite some ever since Foltest had turn the 'Scent-Gland Cutting' process do him not wanting an Un-Mated Omega sending his men into a Rut-filled frenzy - to decide she was coming with them and she want take them saying 'No' to her about it.

" Your witcher's arse is going to have to get wet. Jump." He shouts up, seeing Geralt looking down at them then swing himself effortlessly over the side of the boat to splash right beside him with his Alpha scent less dulled - which meant the wee flask he seen the Witcher taking was Pheromone Nuller, to help null the scent of an Alpha or Omega - where soon the three of them head wade out of the water to the riverbank.

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Following the riverbank, the group of three make their way to Flotsam - a small village surrounded by a large tall forest which according to Roche's secret informer was overrun by a group of Scoiateal with very strong Alpha Leader who lead them - with Merigold starting to ask him questions, while the Witcher walks behind them checking stuff on the way - plants, tracks and occasionally placing some in his satchel.

"Any news from your secret informer?" She asks him, forcing him to sigh heavily because what can he tell her - most of it so poetically written it given him countless headaches to figure what his informer was talking about, he blames Thaler for choosing a Bard to be his secret informer for information.

"The port's blocked. Some merchants have been hold up for months…" Roche replies, pinching the bridge of his nose when feels another headache coming on and slight sickness in the stomach - something which even Ves, his second-in-command who felt more like his daughter had noticed commenting he should see a Special Doctor about it in case it were something affecting him - quickly turning to look over his shoulder to see where their wayward Witcher is.

Geralt, looks like he's choosing not to get too close to him but indicates he's alright and that they should keep on moving.

"What about roads through the forest...? Merigold asks him, making him turn his face back to her when the trio continue to walk along the river-bank, shafts of sunlight shining down through the towering canopy of trees above their heads.

Vernon, tries not to think of his first mission to Flotsam, where him and Ves along with the rest of the Blue Stripes had attacked on the road they took to get to the place by Scoia'tael resulting in such a clash he been glad to get away by the fabric of his gambeson seeing the leader - Iorveth - being held back by his men, holding a scrap of it in one gloved hand, mouth bloodied and smirking at him.

"Iorveth rules the forest...." He states in reply, cheeks flooding with heat at the memory of that annoying Scoia'tael grabbing him mid-way through their fight to lick his cheek where he ascertained a cut followed by stealing a kiss from his lips that afterwards he punched his enemy for good measure due to the un-wanted kiss.

"Where are we?" Roche asks suddenly, confused because they way their coming he doesn't remember - had Flotsam outskirts changed so much, he literally couldn't remember his way or was this a different route from the one he first taken during his first mission to the place hearing the Sorcress beside chuckling at his question. That didn't help him at all in hearing it.

"In a forest, Roche. I thought you've been to Flotsam before." She says, seeing how he looks at her with slightly widened eyes then giving shrewd glare - because how would she knew that unless one of his Blue Stripes had let it slip out - at her, finding himself that he's going have to talk to his men about what they say to the female sorceress.

The three of them are just about to go around a corner when a hand touches his arm, stopping him from going further that flicks his gaze to Geralt, who's come up to him tilting his head slightly like he can hear something Roche can't hear at the moment.

"Hear that?"

Listening, Roche, quickly catches only the brief rustling before it moves on than a sudden scent wafts it way towards to wrap around him - his internal ovaries of his Omega body choose at the sametime at the moment to cramp painfully - that he immediately recognises the scent.

There was no mistake on who it was.

"I....smell....an elf..." Roche grits out, forcing himself to concentrate when he makes his way around the corner of the riverbank, his ears picking up the sound of the flute starting to be played that tries to rid himself of the haze which is starting to settle in.

Something which been happening quite a lot when a Alpha with intense scent confronted him or released their scent into the air - to ascertain where it's coming from.

A short distance down the riverbank, the trio finds the player of the flute - an elf, wearing the colours of forest emerald-green with badges stolen from mutiple factions playing a ornately carved wooden flute, the red badanna covering one of their eyes - that Vernon Roche, chokes out "That's......." when recognises precisely who it is.

Iorveth - his long-term enemy, an Elf and also an Alpha - who sensing he's being watched lowers his flute to get up turning on the fallen log he been sitting on - waiting it seems for them to arrive, so had that been what had been watching them from the cliff-face above hidden by the foliage above as him, Geralt and Merigold stood on the riverbank discussing their best course of action - to face them, confronting Roche straight away.

"Vernon Roche! Special Forces Commander for the last four years. Servant of the Temerian king. Responsible for the pacification of the Mahakaman foothills. Hunter of elves, murderer of women and children. Twice decorated for valor on the field of battle.."

Irked so much by hearing this, Roche, lets out snarl baring his Omegan fangs as he tries to shake off the cloying scent wrapping more strongly around now he was in front of the very source of it, he hits back not caring whether it offends or doesn't offend the Alpha elf in front of him.

"Iorveth - a regular son of an Alpha whore." He spits out, seeing Iorveth bristling at the comment his Alpha scent increasing ten-fold that Roche, wonders how's he still trying to stand even as his internal Omegan Ovaries cramp painfully within his body and sweat begins to form on his body.

"I've long awaited our next meeting. You left me with this parting gift, last time, you came here." Iorveth smirks out, bringing up the piece of gambeson - Temerian blue-coloured, even though faded - to show off to Roche, who balks at the sight of it feeling behind Merigold and Geralt stepping closer to him . "Laid down plans, set many traps... And now you appear in my forest of your own volition."

"SHUT UP!!" Roche shouts, stepping closer to the where Iorveth, stands looking down at them so irked and annoyed that he's just gonna to bear the Alpha scent wrapping around it's way around - like a caress slipping all over him and getting under his skin to saturate him in it. "You aided the man who slew my King....."

"Alpha or Beta King or Beggar - What's the difference? One dhi'one less." Iorveth barks back at him, baring his own Alphan fangs down at Roche - part of his mind wondering what would like biting down into his Crest Fronds on the back of his nape and Scent glands on the side of his neck if had them - who wills himself not rush into literally attacking the elf, he needed to make time for Merigold and Geralt do their thing so continues in berating his long-term enemy.

"Triss, we need to take him alive. Know any useful spells?" Geralt whispers over to Triss.

Seeing how the situation between Vernon Roche and the very tall, Alpha elf called Iorveth is going.

One who's scent was definately potent, Iorveth, would have to be what was called an Aen Siedhe Alpha, one who was more powerful than any Alpha elf or even Human Alpha that he's glad he took his Omega Nuller because Geralt, wasn't Alpha at all but an Omega Witcher and the only one who was as far as knew of.

"Get his attention. Divert it from Roche." Triss whispers back in reply, her hands crackling with magical energy that it makes the hairs on the back of his neck prickle - 'Fuck' he thinks 'She's serious with it' - up and down due to the atmosphere becoming electrified around them slightly as she calls on the source of her Powers to use it.

"I'll try." He cracks out, shaking of the static shock he's getting to move over to Roche, who's nearly at breaking point that this makes Iorveth, flick a single emerald-green gaze over to him with a look 'Who are you to be interrupting us?'

"Climb down and we'll finish this. I await....." Vernon shouts, before moving to lean against boulder with one hand on it looking like he's going collapse at any moment leaving Geralt to hear Iorveth chuck back a response of. "Hah! You're a man without honor, Vernon Roche. An insect I'll not duel, but one that I will crush after I deal with Vhatt'gern here..."

The glare he receives, forcing him to raise any eyebrow in response, crossing his arms over his chest choosing to say his next words carefully or not too carefully if he actually thought about them.

"Seems you spout the same old Elven drivel." Geralt states up to Iorveth, hearing an indignant splutter in Elvish come from the Alpha elf with the bows of the Elvish archers hiding in the shrubbery tightening coming back to him with a question.

"What do you mean, Vhatt'gern? One who hides his true status. You should be ashamed as Omega for hiding it..." Iorveth argues down at him, outing him straight-away that Roche, who's been listening looks at him with confusion and bewilderment that Geralt, knows there is no use hiding it now he been outed by the Alpha elf who smirks at him because both know he's right about him.

"I have my reasons. But that's not why I'm here or my companions." Geralt reasons out, avoiding even looking at Iorveth, who gives a shrewd glare down at him - whether in disgust he doesn't know as of yet.

"Speak then. Tell me you're reason...I'm waiting." Iorveth says, sitting back down again on the fallen log with Geralt, flicking his gaze over to Roche, who's breathing is slightly laboured and looking like he's been drugged up to eyeballs with fisstech when he knows it's Iorveth's Alpha pheromones affecting the other man - though in a way which is very concerning, so would have to make it quick.

"Fine. Since your so piqued to listen, Squirrel." Geralt grits out, gleefully smirking when Iorveth tenses at being named something which the Scoiateal hating being called giving him a look of pure loathing then continues. "The Kingslayer's among you. We've come for him and only him."

"Are you sure? You do know he's an Alpha, don't you, Vhatt'ghern?" Iorveth asks him, smirking when Geralt curses so loudly in his native langauge associated with where he came from Triss, admonishes him for it by sending static electricity increasing one of the Elvish archers says something oddly like 'Damm, Mosquitos!!?" leaving Iorveth, to look at them both with suspicision.

"Then our interests collide... The Alpha Kingslayer is under my protection and I'll not hand over a guest." the elf continues, when Geralt, is not quick to come back with anything or manage to having been stunned into silence at the new information - the Kingslayer of Foltest was an Alpha, which meant getting close to them was going be very difficult.

"Enough of this!!" Iorveth shouts, startling all three of them at the tone - because it not been shouted normally, but in a Alpha command - forcing Geralt to resist kneeling down on both knees due to it - the last time he did, it been something he never wanted to be forced to do again - with Roche, trying to the same even though his knees are nearly buckling and his body wanting to obey the Alpha above him.

"TRISS NOW!!!" Roche hears Geralt shouting - voice muffled though like he's just submerged underwater - hearing some Elvish being shouted, followed by series of spitting curses and hisses.

Managging to turn his face to look, Vernon sees Iorveth - his long-term enemy - is lying on the ground bound by electric coils which are wrapped tightly around the elf Alpha, who struggles only to give up when he realises he's been caught.

"Bloedhe.....Vhatt'ghern......I'lll.....Gaaa.....kill that Sorceress......Urghhh...." Iorveth snarls out, followed by slumping in exhaustion with a silent command to Ciaran, who's looking down from the hiding spot above to get back to Base.

There is nothing at the moment he could do, seeing Letho, the large Alpha Witcher behind his second-in-command looking at white-haired Vhatt'gern with something like sadness he couldn't tell because soon he's hauled up by the Sorceress, using one of the tendrils of magical coils like a leash or rope.

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#The Witcher Fanstory Collection (1 of ?) - Ioroche Fic: 'Fate Never Comes by Accident' (PART 1 of ?)#iorveth/roche #Set during Assassin of Kings #Omega Vernon #Alpha Iorveth #Omega Geralt #alpha/beta/omega verse #slow-burn romance #Vernon suffers Heat sickness #Betrayal hinted at #Emotional/Hurt/Comfort moments #Emotional Angst Alert #Ao3 Version will also be updated as well #Pictures sourced from various sources #Do not copy and repost elsewhere #The Witcher Fanstory Collection #the witcher

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Reassurance —> Vernon

vernon x gn reader (like no specific pronouns altho i wrote it in a female perspective???)

childhood friends au, non-idol au, hint of university au

genre/warnings: insecurity, reader tries to shy away from problem instead of addressing it but Vernon is convincing :3, mentions of a food place

note: vernon has been on my mind lately and i stumbled upon some prompts in pinterest lol. put two and two together and this happened. this is so cliche and generic but i hope you like it :3

Vernon was attractive.

That’s a well-known fact that has been confirmed multiple times since you two were little. There was always someone crushing over him, fawning over his looks and admiring him from afar. Some are even bold enough to actually make a move on him.

And there were times when they succeeded. Of course, it’s inevitable for Vernon to start dating.

It was intolerable for you. You didn’t have the guts to confess, so you had to watch him be with these people he’s dating.

Except now, he's yours. Years and years of pining over your best friend, and now he’s your boyfriend. Sounds like a dream come true, doesn’t it?

Problem is, you never really got used to those lingering eyes on him. Whenever you two eat in the cafeteria at lunch, you can see girls unsubtly staring and squealing at him from the other table. In your favourite burger place near your dorms, this one cashier would be staring at him with eyes that resembled those heart-shaped things in cartoons.

It’s not like Vernon gave you a reason to be insecure. When you two started dating, he made sure to decline all of the advances made by other people. He isn’t big on PDA, but he proudly holds your hand whenever you walk together. (And it makes you all soft inside cos his palm is so warm against yours-)

Yes, you know Vernon is attractive. But sometimes it just gets to you. Like now.

This one girl keeps on chatting Vernon up. From the time she spotted him until now, she has NOT left you two. She’s been sharing some funny stories with him, occasionally patting his shoulder and touching his arm. Best of all, she’s not acknowledged you at all. She isn’t doing anything that’s drawing the line, but something tells you that she will once you’re out of the perimeter.

You trust Vernon will turn her down just like all the other times this has happened. Sure enough, when he starts to notice your fidgeting, he bids her goodbye and walks you to a different area.

“You ok? You look off.”

You shake your head, crossing your arms to your front. “Just thinking.”

“Yeah?” Vernon sits on a bench and pats the spot beside him. You leave a hand-width space between you two, making him frown. “Care to share?”

You sigh and look ahead, “It’s…just that you’re so attractive.”

“Huh? That’s what you’re spacing out about?”

“No!”

His eyes narrow, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief.

You sigh, “Nevermind it’s stupid. Didn’t we see an arcade on the way here? Let’s go check that out.”

“Hey hey hey,” he takes your hand and tugs lightly when you try to stand up. “C’mere, let’s talk about this.” He pulls you back down and holds your hand in his, finegrs intertwining.

“I just,” you start to say, “it kind of bothers me how girls still hit on you.”

“...Oh.”

“Yeah ‘oh’.”

You two are silent for a while. Then it clicks with Vernon.

“It’s because of the girl earlier, isn’t it?”, he asks.

When he sees you nod, his thumb traces circles on your hand, a silent way of encouraging you to continue. You feel tears prickling in your eyes, so you close them and lay your head on Vernon's shoulder.

“It just seems like there’s always someone ogling you and chatting you up and trying to make a move on you. I know it’s not your fault cos how can I blame my boyfriend for being so cool and funny and handsome and cute.”

Vernon grins at that but you don't see it.

“But it’s frustrating that it keeps on happening even when they know you aren’t single. And it makes me feel like they can just steal you from me or something-”

"No no." You shoot your head up in shock and confusion.

You don't get to process him interrupting you before he leans in and touches your lips with his.

When he pulls away, he holds your cheek in his palm. “I’ve known you since we were kids, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere. Plus I’m pretty sure no one else is able to handle my dumbassery for as long as you have.”

The statement makes you giggle, and Vernon smiles back. “I love what we have,” he moves a strand of hair away from your face, “which means no one’s gonna take me from you. I’m right where I wanna be. Alright?”

You nod. “I still kinda wanna go to that arcade though.”

“Sure. Tokens on me if you win the claw.”

“Deal.”

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