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my svt bias line as tropes
a/n: shut up ik this is half the group-
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jeonghan - a slowburn kind of romance, leaning heavy on E2L (or at the very least that annoying person who is actually kind of endearing).
wonwoo (honorary bias) - hhhmmm . . . ngl, every time i think of him in this context, the couple from summer strike comes to mind. two introverts, S2L, soft kind of love story.
hoshi - a setup, blind date situation. you didn't want to meet him bc your auntie who's hella worried that you won't find someone planned it and her options are usually horrendous, but this once, her pick isn't so bad . . .
mingyu - misunderstood man meets a "good" person and they humble his ass. it's giving . . . svt playing mafia with mingyu, ya know?
vernon - two very talented/smart individuals, but total idiots-to-lovers coded 💯💯💯 who's the real idiot here tho? (obviously me)
dino - lowkey E2L, but not in a true "enemies" sense like jeonghan? more like friends with a competitive edge . . . y'all get thrown in a project together and you realize you kind of love-hate working with one another. alternatively, fling-to-lovers - like you meet at the club a couple times and he slips you his number kind of story.
#written with a clear mind without a trace of delusion clearly#seventeen x reader#seventeen scenarios#seventeen headcanons#seventeen imagines
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No one touch me bc I want a love that wholesome. Is that too much to ask universe???? 🫠🙃🙂😭
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5 DAYS IS TOO LONG TO WAIT 😭
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17 IS RIGHT HERE
Highlight Medley (Out April 29)
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me tryna write this vernon request, only to realize all au's i've written for vernon, he and oc meet the same way: through seungkwan 🤡😭
#twogyuu:strugglin'#the way im not creative AT ALL LOL#rip#sorry op you'll have to wait for this a while longer . . .
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IRENE ♡ 1 Page of IRENE : Prologue
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#twogyuu:on repeat#lovely winner#in my lover girl feels era#this song makes me feel all types of funny#Spotify
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Prompt #1087
She wanted it all. The lazy mornings in bed, the fight over which movie to watch, the bumping into each other in their small kitchen. The disagreements and the tears and the kisses and their love. For once she wanted to be selfish, and she wanted to have it all.
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Honestly, if there's one lesson we all learn from this, I hope it's that the kpop industry is full of capitalistic, greedy, manipulative adults, we shouldn't 110% trust what the media spills to us about idols, and learn to critically think for ourselves/question what we're told, instead of eating shit up from dispatch and panchoa.
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can we get an update on terrifyingly innocent couple 👉🏽👈🏽
pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader
genre: a great deal of fluff, mild angst, terrifyingly!innocent couple
warnings: mildly suggestive bc seungcheol -
wc: ~1.5k
a/n: pls read this drabble first to understand the concept of this one!
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"Beautiful, beautiful!"
A series of shutters go off as the photographer clicks his camera, moving in close, then far, close, then far again. Your cheeks growing sore from the constant stiff smiling, a piece of you wonder if he captures anything coherent with how much he shifts.
"Can you guys move a little closer?" the shoot director shouts, commanding more than she's asking.
Awkwardly, you do as your told, shuffling your bum forward until you're nearly knee-to-knee with Seungcheol. Without being asked, he reaches for your hand, gently letting it rest in his palm as he tries to peer at you. You can sense his concern - this is your first shoot after all, but the director doesn't seem to feel the same.
She let's out an excited squeal at the gesture, "Amazing! I love it - that is perfect!"
Seungcheol chortles softly, the corner of his pink tinted lips twitching up a little at the compliment.
"You're a natural, Mr. Choi," you tease quietly.
He tilts his head up and you mirror him, eyes meeting and holding. A few flashes pass by the two of you, but neither of budge, merely lost in one another.
if you're being honest, every time you're faced with the fact that this man sitting in front of you will be your legal husband at the end of the month, it leaves you feeling aghast and breathless. Despite the number of years you've been together, grown together, and matured together, it's surreal that the Choi Seungcheol will be your legal husband in the next seven months. Of course, your union shouldn't change the nature of your relationship, but it marks a milestone and next chapter to be written, now in both of your lives, interwoven messier than before.
Seungcheol reaches over and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your hair. He let's his fingers linger, the pads tickling along the lines of your jaw before he reaches your chin, which he takes between his pointer finger and thumb. He gently tilts your head back and you let him; he grins and you fight your won, the both of you knowing what's to come.
"Mrs. Choi," he whispers.
Seungcheol leans in, adjusting his head so his lips can slot easily into your own. He captures you in a soft kiss. It's simple and unwavering, what seems like the simple act of touching lips for the purpose of the photo, you figured. Nonetheless, it's not filled with his usual fury, but your heart can't help but swell. You feel equally loved as when he kisses you hungrily behind closed doors.
Seven months seems so far away, but weeks were passing by quickly. Afternoons after work were filled with final dress fittings for you and your bridesmaids; evenings occupied by the two of you selecting final center pieces and floral designs. Meetings with your wedding planner became more frequent. More recently, your original caterer fell through, so you and Seungcheol have been spending every few days at tasting appointments. Being with him feels like an enigma: time moved slow and fast all the same; it became irrelevant even, if you dared.
"And cut!" the director announces the end of this segment.
There's a round of applause that shakes you from your daze, slowly parting from Seungcheol. There's one last shutter that goes off, capturing your sheepish state and the loopy grin now painting Seungcheol's face.
"I think this is enough for these outfits," the director explains, approaching the two of you. Seungcheol halfway in extending a hand to help you up. "If you want to go change and touch up your makeup, we'll get started in another fifteen minutes?"
Seungcheol nods politely, "Sounds good."
You echo his response, but before you could say anything more, he leads you off set. He walks hastily for reasons you're not sure. You throw a quick look back behind you - no one seems to follow.
Your dressing room is shared, two separate tables for makeup and two separate racks of clothes on either side of the room for you. There are makeshift screenblockers to allow you to change in private - not that either of you haven't seen each other before, but for the sake of makeup artists and stylists.
"Seungcheol, we should wait for the -"
Your fiance whisks you inside, slamming the door shut and pressing you up against it. He doesn't wait another second to lean over and capture your lips in his once more. You're stunned at first, but quick to follow suit. This kiss feels more familiar; Seungcheol kisses fervently and deeply. He doesn't waste a breath, nor does he spare space, caressing the base of your neck, his other hand holding your waist as he pulls you close. His lips move languidly as if he couldn't get enough of you.
You gasp softly when the two of you finally pull apart, the sound of footsteps nearing the room.
"That's more like it," he licks his lips savoring your kiss.
"Seungcheol!" you squeaked, cheeks burning.
He raises one of his brows at you teasingly. His expression is quick to drop though, noticing the way you're raising a hand to wipe your lips.
"Hey!" he pouts, reaching for your wrist and pulling it away.
You frown at him. "What the heck?"
He mimics your frown, pulling you into an embrace now. He shrugs innocently, "The photoshoot kiss wasn't quite enough."
"Enough for what?" you press your palms against his chest.
"To show you I love you," he giggles.
"You are so!" you swat at him lightly.
Seungcheol throws his head back in a loud laughter, knowing how much you actually loved, but still pretended to hate his rather frequent declaration of love for you. It makes his heart swell to no end. He was the only one who could make you act this bashful after all these years. A small piece of him is grateful that you've never gotten tired of it.
When the laughter dies down, head resting against his chest, the two of you stay intertwined, swaying to a silent rhythm in the middle of the brightly lit room. The calm and privacy are welcomed - despite all the preparation for the wedding to celebrate the both of you, it feels like you hardly had a moment together to just enjoy one another's presence.
"Seven months," Seungcheol mumbles, "And we'll be married . . . you'll be mine."
"As if I wasn't already?" you chortle.
He squeezes you playfully. "It's different," he sighs, "You'll be stuck with me . . . forever."
You click your tongue against your teeth and wrinkle your nose jokingly, "Well, when you put it that way-"
"No take backs," Seungcheol cuts you off. He plants a chaste kiss on your temple. "You're stuck with me, babygirl."
"I thought I was wifey now?"
"Same difference."
You roll your eyes at his childish antics - though, you don't think you'll ever truly get tired of it.
The sacred moment is fleeting, your makeup artists and stylists barging in and interrupting the moment. They're quick to halt, bearing witness to the obvious intimate moment. Hasty apologies are thrown as they start to shuffle away. One hand still encircling your waist, Seungcheol reassures them that it's fine, gesturing them to their work stations.
Seungcheol plants one last peck on your forehead before you part ways to your designated sides of the room. Fingers lingering, not wanting to let you go, he shoots you a small wink, as if to tell you it won't be long.
You spin around, finding yourself face to face with your makeup artist. She seems startled, her once bored expression changing to one of alarm.
"Is . . . everything okay?" you ask her slowly.
A beat passes before she stammers out, "Y-you . . . have something . . . your lipstick . . . " Her voice trails off as she laughs nervously, gesturing to the left corner of her own lips.
You suck in a sharp breath, hands clamping over your mouth.
Behind you, you only hear Seungcheol guffawing behind the curtains as he changes.
"We didn't do anything," the words spill out of your mouth faster than you can catch yourself. "
"Oh!" your makeup artists waves at you, "I-I wasn't assuming anything! And if you did, um, y-you guys are married after all."
"We did do something though!" Seungcheol shouts.
You wish you could melt into a puddle then and there.
"We kissed!" he adds.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you inhale and exhale deeply, asking your crew, tired, "Can we just go get ready?"
Your makeup artists nods, leading you to the chair.
On the other hand, your stylist seems to be enjoying it, smiling and straightening out your next outfit.
"Never change," she tells you, looking over. "I hope the two of you love like this forever."
As annoying as he was, you did too.
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im off the internet for 12h and the civil war is happening in the kpop industry
#twogyuu:strugglin'#LOL#i shouldn't laugh#but this is kinda funny ngl#disappointed for the kiddos but not surprised#bc at the end of their day their fates are in the hands of these shitty companies
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can we get an update on terrifyingly innocent couple 👉🏽👈🏽
pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader
genre: a great deal of fluff, mild angst, terrifyingly!innocent couple
warnings: mildly suggestive bc seungcheol -
wc: ~1.5k
a/n: pls read this drabble first to understand the concept of this one!
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"Beautiful, beautiful!"
A series of shutters go off as the photographer clicks his camera, moving in close, then far, close, then far again. Your cheeks growing sore from the constant stiff smiling, a piece of you wonder if he captures anything coherent with how much he shifts.
"Can you guys move a little closer?" the shoot director shouts, commanding more than she's asking.
Awkwardly, you do as your told, shuffling your bum forward until you're nearly knee-to-knee with Seungcheol. Without being asked, he reaches for your hand, gently letting it rest in his palm as he tries to peer at you. You can sense his concern - this is your first shoot after all, but the director doesn't seem to feel the same.
She let's out an excited squeal at the gesture, "Amazing! I love it - that is perfect!"
Seungcheol chortles softly, the corner of his pink tinted lips twitching up a little at the compliment.
"You're a natural, Mr. Choi," you tease quietly.
He tilts his head up and you mirror him, eyes meeting and holding. A few flashes pass by the two of you, but neither of budge, merely lost in one another.
if you're being honest, every time you're faced with the fact that this man sitting in front of you will be your legal husband at the end of the month, it leaves you feeling aghast and breathless. Despite the number of years you've been together, grown together, and matured together, it's surreal that the Choi Seungcheol will be your legal husband in the next seven months. Of course, your union shouldn't change the nature of your relationship, but it marks a milestone and next chapter to be written, now in both of your lives, interwoven messier than before.
Seungcheol reaches over and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your hair. He let's his fingers linger, the pads tickling along the lines of your jaw before he reaches your chin, which he takes between his pointer finger and thumb. He gently tilts your head back and you let him; he grins and you fight your won, the both of you knowing what's to come.
"Mrs. Choi," he whispers.
Seungcheol leans in, adjusting his head so his lips can slot easily into your own. He captures you in a soft kiss. It's simple and unwavering, what seems like the simple act of touching lips for the purpose of the photo, you figured. Nonetheless, it's not filled with his usual fury, but your heart can't help but swell. You feel equally loved as when he kisses you hungrily behind closed doors.
Seven months seems so far away, but weeks were passing by quickly. Afternoons after work were filled with final dress fittings for you and your bridesmaids; evenings occupied by the two of you selecting final center pieces and floral designs. Meetings with your wedding planner became more frequent. More recently, your original caterer fell through, so you and Seungcheol have been spending every few days at tasting appointments. Being with him feels like an enigma: time moved slow and fast all the same; it became irrelevant even, if you dared.
"And cut!" the director announces the end of this segment.
There's a round of applause that shakes you from your daze, slowly parting from Seungcheol. There's one last shutter that goes off, capturing your sheepish state and the loopy grin now painting Seungcheol's face.
"I think this is enough for these outfits," the director explains, approaching the two of you. Seungcheol halfway in extending a hand to help you up. "If you want to go change and touch up your makeup, we'll get started in another fifteen minutes?"
Seungcheol nods politely, "Sounds good."
You echo his response, but before you could say anything more, he leads you off set. He walks hastily for reasons you're not sure. You throw a quick look back behind you - no one seems to follow.
Your dressing room is shared, two separate tables for makeup and two separate racks of clothes on either side of the room for you. There are makeshift screenblockers to allow you to change in private - not that either of you haven't seen each other before, but for the sake of makeup artists and stylists.
"Seungcheol, we should wait for the -"
Your fiance whisks you inside, slamming the door shut and pressing you up against it. He doesn't wait another second to lean over and capture your lips in his once more. You're stunned at first, but quick to follow suit. This kiss feels more familiar; Seungcheol kisses fervently and deeply. He doesn't waste a breath, nor does he spare space, caressing the base of your neck, his other hand holding your waist as he pulls you close. His lips move languidly as if he couldn't get enough of you.
You gasp softly when the two of you finally pull apart, the sound of footsteps nearing the room.
"That's more like it," he licks his lips savoring your kiss.
"Seungcheol!" you squeaked, cheeks burning.
He raises one of his brows at you teasingly. His expression is quick to drop though, noticing the way you're raising a hand to wipe your lips.
"Hey!" he pouts, reaching for your wrist and pulling it away.
You frown at him. "What the heck?"
He mimics your frown, pulling you into an embrace now. He shrugs innocently, "The photoshoot kiss wasn't quite enough."
"Enough for what?" you press your palms against his chest.
"To show you I love you," he giggles.
"You are so!" you swat at him lightly.
Seungcheol throws his head back in a loud laughter, knowing how much you actually loved, but still pretended to hate his rather frequent declaration of love for you. It makes his heart swell to no end. He was the only one who could make you act this bashful after all these years. A small piece of him is grateful that you've never gotten tired of it.
When the laughter dies down, head resting against his chest, the two of you stay intertwined, swaying to a silent rhythm in the middle of the brightly lit room. The calm and privacy are welcomed - despite all the preparation for the wedding to celebrate the both of you, it feels like you hardly had a moment together to just enjoy one another's presence.
"Seven months," Seungcheol mumbles, "And we'll be married . . . you'll be mine."
"As if I wasn't already?" you chortle.
He squeezes you playfully. "It's different," he sighs, "You'll be stuck with me . . . forever."
You click your tongue against your teeth and wrinkle your nose jokingly, "Well, when you put it that way-"
"No take backs," Seungcheol cuts you off. He plants a chaste kiss on your temple. "You're stuck with me, babygirl."
"I thought I was wifey now?"
"Same difference."
You roll your eyes at his childish antics - though, you don't think you'll ever truly get tired of it.
The sacred moment is fleeting, your makeup artists and stylists barging in and interrupting the moment. They're quick to halt, bearing witness to the obvious intimate moment. Hasty apologies are thrown as they start to shuffle away. One hand still encircling your waist, Seungcheol reassures them that it's fine, gesturing them to their work stations.
Seungcheol plants one last peck on your forehead before you part ways to your designated sides of the room. Fingers lingering, not wanting to let you go, he shoots you a small wink, as if to tell you it won't be long.
You spin around, finding yourself face to face with your makeup artist. She seems startled, her once bored expression changing to one of alarm.
"Is . . . everything okay?" you ask her slowly.
A beat passes before she stammers out, "Y-you . . . have something . . . your lipstick . . . " Her voice trails off as she laughs nervously, gesturing to the left corner of her own lips.
You suck in a sharp breath, hands clamping over your mouth.
Behind you, you only hear Seungcheol guffawing behind the curtains as he changes.
"We didn't do anything," the words spill out of your mouth faster than you can catch yourself. "
"Oh!" your makeup artists waves at you, "I-I wasn't assuming anything! And if you did, um, y-you guys are married after all."
"We did do something though!" Seungcheol shouts.
You wish you could melt into a puddle then and there.
"We kissed!" he adds.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you inhale and exhale deeply, asking your crew, tired, "Can we just go get ready?"
Your makeup artists nods, leading you to the chair.
On the other hand, your stylist seems to be enjoying it, smiling and straightening out your next outfit.
"Never change," she tells you, looking over. "I hope the two of you love like this forever."
As annoying as he was, you did too.
#seungcheol x reader#seungcheol fluff#seungcheol scenarios#seventeen x reader#seventeen scenarios#seventeen fluff
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is there something in his eye or is he trying to flirt?
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this picture has fixed me
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hii your tags on that one prompt saying it's giving mark lee...
"This is not some predestined soulmate shit or fate or whatever. I love you all on my own. Because you're awesome and because I want to."
im just imagining mark looking at you with a hurt puppy expression like 🥺 "dude wdym fate? like, i love you of my own accord, man. because i want to."
HE WOULD ALL AWKWARD AND SHIT 🤣🫶🏻
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Waiting for Pledis to drop SVT tour dates feels like waiting for that toxic ex you're still holding onto to call you back, but they never do until you decide move on 🥲
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