Me When The READER In The X READER Has A Name:

me when the READER in the X READER has a name:

like babe the fic ate but i do NOT look like an Aurora🙁

a love worth waiting for - chs

content : bsf!vernon x f!reader ; a lil angsty but fluff & happy ending ; 1.5k words warnings : vernon curses like 2ce lol - you are the most important person to vernon, but is it requited? an : i keep going on random writing hiatuses for no reason even tho i have so many ideas idek someone sos!!

vernon has loved you ever since he met you. as cheesy as it sounds, its something he cant deny whenever his friends ask him about, something he rants for hours about to his sister, something he finds himself thinking about more often than not. 

he remembers it like it was yesterday, even if its been years. it was an unusual meeting; seeing a pretty girl on a walk in the middle of summer would usually be normal, if only he didn't trip on a rock and land awkwardly conveniently on your path… and then make a comment on how his sister has the same shoes as you as if you’d care.

but you did. you made sure he was okay and laughed at his comment, then blabbered something about how your boyfriend has a similar hat to him. and, oh. he should've seen that coming.

of course he should have. such a put together, sweet girl would obviously have lines of guys lining up at her feet (or falling, in hansols case). but that didn’t matter - you only just met, you’d probably become friends if he asked for your number, that would be enough for him.

and for the first few months it was enough. you hit it off great, messaging each other often and even hanging out occasionally… well, when your jackass boyfriend let you. he hated your boyfriend - no, despised him. it wasn't even a case of jealousy; more of a genuine worry, at least for a while. he made it vocal on how he doesn’t like how your boyfriend controlled your life, but obviously supported your choices anyway. who wouldn't? you became his best friend, he would do anything to see you happy.

behind the worry he presented, vernon was stuck.

“i don't get it, why would she be with him if he's so.. controlling and mean?” everyday he called his friends.

“she literally looks unhappy, i feel bad and.. i dunno, angry... is that stupid?” everyday he talked about it, about how he wants to help you and, well, about you. “shes so… nice and pretty and forgiving. dude, he really doesn’t deserve her.”

until one day, “i could treat her better.”

he accepted it. he knew it wasn’t fair, for him or for you. everything leading up to that moment that he did, he thought it was simply sympathy. he put on this friendly act to not hurt your feelings, but maybe it was to not hurt his own. you wore your heart on your sleeve. it was obvious you were in love with your boyfriend, not him. and no matter what he did, that wouldn’t change.

soon you noticed the same things that vernon begged you to see in your boyfriend for a very long time. the gaslighting, restrictiveness, the bored attitude, and when you drifted apart it was only a waiting game till you broke it off.

vernon was surprised that the way his eyes sparkled when you came to cry to him didn’t give him away. truthfully, he couldn’t care less about the way it all went down or what he told you while you broke up with him. what mattered was that you were out of the situation you were blinded in. 

“he was a fucking dick,” no brainer, “its unfair - y'know, someone you love being out of reach.” those words sounded awfully familiar.

actually, maybe to him what mattered more is that he finally could reach you.

“i still love him,” you mumbled between your tears as vernon cooed at you.

he should've seen that coming too, and he couldn’t blame you at all - ever. but why did it sting so much more than the first time?

when he searched for your laugh after making a joke, you were laughing out of pity. when he comforted you, you weren’t thinking about him and how he was always there for you, instead you were thinking about yourself. when home to him was wherever you were, home to you was wherever your ex boyfriend was.

you just lost someone so dear to you and he was being so selfish. 

you two breaking up should've been the greatest thing he has heard in months, but instead he suddenly couldn’t help but feel like there was a bigger wall between you both than ever. 

of course, you never had feelings for him in the first place. vernon knew that. but something in him always held onto the possibility of you ending up together. not anymore, not after those four words left your mouth. he felt stupid for ever even having hope.

he paused to think before he spoke - something he rarely ever did when he was with you. “i know you do.” shaking his head gently, he added, “your heart just got broken, its a fresh wound, of course you still love him.” did everything he say have to apply to him too? it was almost humiliating in a way.

“its embarrassing… im the one who broke it off, i shouldn’t like him.” right, you felt it too.

at the end of the day, no matter who he was to you, you recognised him as someone you could trust. you spoke your thoughts freely, you were always by his side, you were his best friend; thats something vernon failed to see. he understood now to expect nothing but appreciate everything. because after all, being your friend would always be enough for him.

vernon promised himself he wouldn’t do or say anything stupid for your sake. he knew breakups are tough, and he knew that feelings don’t change in a day. he loved you, so he never would blame you for anything negative you made him feel. he wouldn’t blame you because you didn’t know.

or so he thought.

because months later when you arrived at his door looking more nervous than usual with a small smile on your face, vernon couldn’t be more confused.

“its almost 11pm.. what’re you doing here…?”

you let yourself in, setting your shoes aside and placing your coat on the hanger before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the couch to sit down.

“is it true?” 

“...is what true?”

“is it true that you have feelings for me?”

was that a trick question? “i mean..” he cleared his throat with a harsh cough, leaving the room silent for a few moments that felt like hours. “is that really what you’re doing at my house at 11 in the evening?”

“stop it. stop avoiding the question. just answer me.” 

“where’d you even get that idea from? dude i mean, you’re my best friend so if you’re asking -”

“you know what im asking..” your hands felt clammy, suddenly regretting knocking on the door after debating if you should for a solid 5 minutes. “i’m.. not mad or anything.” you added.

this was the million dollar question. he felt scared. “ha..” he couldn’t help but scoff to himself, “yeah.” though his tone tried being confident, the lack of eye contact and leg jittering was enough to see how nervous he truly was.

“im… so sorry,” you stared at him with your nose slightly scrunched - a detail he noticed whenever you were upset. “what? sorry? pfft.. theres nothing to be sorry for.” you figured he’d say that.

“im sorry for not noticing it earlier. i feel like an idiot.”

“no.. i feel like the idiot.” he quickly butted in, trying to take the blame, “you shouldn’t have to ‘notice’ anything. i should have told you ages ago so we could get past… whatever this is. i was just being a pussy and i -”

you admired his dedication to try explain but decided to stop him. “no vernon, im sorry for making you wait.” 

making him wait? “what are you even talking about? you didn’t do anything i swear…”

“maybe you really are the idiot..” you suddenly smiled a little wider, catching him off guard, “i meant i'm sorry for not noticing my feelings.. for you.. earlier.”

if he was confused before, he was now completely dumbfounded. the frown on his face wiped into a completely new expression. one of certain shock and hope, but with an equal amount of doubt. 

“agh..” you groaned in fake annoyance, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “i’m telling you that i like you too.”

oh. for once, he didn’t see that coming.

“are you serious?” he mumbled out, struggling to process the consumed information, a million things going through his mind.

“no im lying.” you tilted your head, “obviously im serious, why else would i be here?”

“you’re right.. i don’t know why i said that.” he nodded, a smile forming on his own face, “im just… at a loss of words dude.”

he let go of a breath he didn’t notice he was holding, sighing from relief as he looked at you. no more words were exchanged before he moved closer to hug you. a hug of love, ease and joy.

“if so.. can i be your boyfriend?” he whispered in a happier tone than before, the previous fear moulded into delight.

“yeah. i’d like that a lot.”

everyone make way for chef soonyoung

can i get some simp wonwoo crumbs pls

oh wonwoo would be the sweetest ever. my soft wonwoo agenda is going strong.

wonwoo would literally do anything for you. he screams acts of service to me. i feel like he’d do sweet subtle things throughout the day to make you happy. he’d give you his hoodies to wear when you get cold, even keeping a spare one in his car for when he doesn’t wear one on that day. he’d open all doors for you, refusing to let you even touch the handle before he’s beating you to it. he’d make you sit pretty in his passenger seat, always offering you his hand whenever you climb in or out of his car. you don’t even remember the last time you opened a door for yourself since you met wonwoo.

at home he’d be just as sweet, taking time to clean or help you with your laundry just because. he’d always order in your favorite meal when you had a bad day at work, feeding you bites and admiring the cute faces you make as you savor the food. he’d sit behind you on the couch and massage your shoulders, releasing the knots and relieving the tension that was built up during the day. would play with your hair and kiss your neck and just worship you. he can’t get enough of you, he feels like he’s addicted to your presence alone. he’d follow you quietly around the house, not wanting to invade your space but missing the feeling of being around you. he’d be like your quiet little guard dog, sticking by your side and making sure you’re happy and satisfied <3

and oh sweet wonwoo would get so much pleasure just from eating you out ;( he’d do it for hours on end, both of you settled on top of his plush mattress as he lays between your legs. his tongue would be buried into your heat, the taste of you and the pretty sounds you make causing his cock to throb underneath him. he’d press a sloppy kiss to your core, rutting his hips against the bed to stimulate his erection ;( he’d moan quietly as he continues to use his tongue on you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. you’d run your fingers through his hair, giving him the sweetest praise and breathing heavily as he makes you feel good. and he’d eat every bit of praise up because he’s so obsessed with you. might even cum in his pants from grinding on the bed and your taste and smell overwhelming his senses. he could please you for hours and never get tired of it. such a sweet baby <3

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mirror sex with mingyu and he’d so hold you by your hair and make you look in the mirror and see how small you are compared to him..

thinking about mingyu with a size kink...

snow day - ksy

content : bf!soonyoung x gn!reader ; fluff , humour ; 1.1k words ; no warnings ^^ - soonyoung wants to go on a snowy walk. an : please give feedback by reblogging / sending in thoughts and suggestions !

“baby look! it's snowing!” soonyoung shouted out, his nose wrinkling up as he sniffled thanks to the warm meal you cooked him. he looked really cute, his favourite loungey grey hoodie paired with some black sweatpants really contradicted his constant energetic mood.

“you’re right!” your face lit up, happy to see the little snowflakes falling down for the first time this year. he adored you, the way you’d always respond with just as much excitement and energy even if you were having a bad day. as you sat down in front of him, he immediately picked up a spoon of the soup and brought it to your lips. “its your food soonyoung.” 

“yeah but its just so good, you have to eat it!” he giggled out with lots of enthusiasm - he really did want you to try your own delicious cooking, “plus you need to eat before we go outside!”

“we’re going outside?” you hummed, taking the spoon of soup in your mouth, the warmth heating up your cheeks in an instant. he quickly took the hair falling on your face and as carefully as he could, placed it behind your ear. he always made sure to take care of you as if you were a porcelain doll because to him, you indeed were his doll.

of course you were going to go outside. soonyoung wouldn’t miss a walk in the snow with his favourite person even if it meant he was going to die the next day. at least he’d die with his heart full of your love, he thought. “yes! we can go to the marketplace, we need to restock on veggies anyway, right?” you nodded, looking back at him as he spoke so excitedly. you’d think he won the lottery with the amount of emotion in his voice, mouth curling up, his eyes smiling too. 

in just minutes, he managed to finish the food and clean up, already in his boots and big black coat when you walked over to the door of your apartment. “dress warmly, its cold outside.” he muttered to you as you were picking out a coat. acknowledging his comment, you decided on a pretty white coat he bought you a while ago - ‘you need a warmer coat! you will get sick if you keep wearing your other ones.’ you remember him saying as he gifted you it. 

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soonyoung has always been a thoughtful boyfriend. he always made sure you had everything you needed, from coats and jewellery to light kisses on days you were unwell. it didn’t surprise you when he told you he already had everything on him so you both could leave to the market immediately. when you stepped out of the apartment building after a (cute) interaction in the elevator consisting of him humming christmas songs for you, you both gasped in awe. it had only been a little over twenty minutes since you had checked the view outside, but the snow had covered the entire floor and layed on top of the remaining leaves of the trees.

you felt a hand sneak to yours, fingers interlocking together in silence. it didn’t take long for them to lose contact again as your boyfriend let go to run at a pile of fresh snow, bundling it up into a snowball with an evil grin on his face. you knew better than to run, last year you tried to run instead of fighting back - it only got you face first into a mass of snow with soonyoung laughing his ass off before hurrying to ask if you were okay. (apart from a frozen face and a new embarrassing story soonyoung is sure to tell his friends, you were indeed okay).

you ducked down to grab your own snowball, ready to get the revenge you were seeking all this time. his throw was miserable, it was off by at least three metres, and so you snickered as he huffed with that endearing pout of his. instead of comforting his sulkiness, you threw the snowball at him, hitting his shoulder. “woah.. don’t start something you know you can’t win!” you heard him yell before kneeling back down, ready to fight back. and fight back he did, throwing snowballs at you for a solid ten minutes before you came up to him saying that his throws were actually a little too powerful and they did hurt you, to which he immediately apologised with a soft kiss.

he returned to embracing his palm into yours, shoving them both into his coat pocket and swearing you’ll both be warmer that way. you didn’t argue back, content with your boyfriends random acts of fondness. you both entered the marketplace to be greeted with pretty christmas decorations everywhere. soonyoung pointed out a large gingerbread man stand that he swore looked like chan, then a bear statue that he compared to wonwoo. and then he pointed at the massive tree that hurt your eyes to look at but was impressive anyways, especially since you’re used to looking at the very poorly decorated one at home, which you still love since your boyfriend helped you with it. 

as he was walking around admiring the decorations one by one like a little kid excited for candy, you were picking out the vegetables you originally went there for, picking up a sweet treat to surprise your boyfriend with later. he didn’t have to know just yet, he had more important things to be doing. (continuing to take photos of the various statues and sending photos of them to his friends).

“lets go soonie.” you interlocked your arm with his, dragging him out the store as he didn’t seem to want to leave just yet, having a whole section of penguin decorations and candy canes to still look at. “we can always come back another day.” you tell him with a convincing smile, one that manages to make him follow you in an instant.

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it was now chillier, the wind a little stronger and the snow heavier. soonyoung couldn’t help but admire how perfect you looked in that moment, a red nose with snowflakes sticking to your hair. he wondered if you looked this ethereal to everyone else too, if everyone else noticed the way your lips curled when he pulled you closer, if everyone else saw how happy you looked to be by his side. not anyone else's, just his.

but it didn’t matter, because he noticed. he noticed how your head rested against his shoulder, he saw how your eyes struggled to stay open as you walked hand in hand, he studied the way your chest rose then a puff of condensed vapour left your lips soon after. 

“lets go on another walk tomorrow.” you heard him voice.

you really liked the idea - in fact you loved it.

“okay.”

an 2 : for @alsktudy my lovely!! husband mingyu dedicated to me,,, boyfriend soonyoung dedicated to you!!! merry christmas (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)