#svt anyone

[straykids-17]

HOSHI, WOOZI ☆ ‘Anyone’ [210701]

[lee-sanghyeok]

just a silly girl unable to get past this

[soonhoonsol]

going seventeen out of context :)

going rangers #1

[nonranghaes]

the new farmer in town is... a little odd, vernon thinks. he watches you go about your day, always with something new to do. sometimes you go up to the mines (he's heard mingyu mention it, and it's always followed by seungcheol frowning and saying he hopes you know what you're doing up there), other times he sees you go down to the beach. sometimes, when his sister wants to go in summer, he'll go with her and see you sitting peacefully out on the docks, fishing from sunrise to beyond sundown. you'll greet him sometimes, other times you bring him little things. things you've foraged, other things you've grown, sometimes you'll buy things from the saloon in town to hand off to him. not that he's complaining: he'll gladly eat whatever food you bring him.

but you're.... strange. today you greeted him and shoved one singular egg into his hands. he didn't dislike it by any means--hell, he's heard from the others that the eggs from your farm are delicious, so maybe he'll boil it later--but what kind of person just hands another person one singular egg?

... weirder enough, why does he feel like he likes you even more now? sure, he's always found you cute. but, like, something about receiving this singular egg makes him look at you differently. maybe... maybe he'll dance with you again at next year's flower dance, if you ask. he found it sweet when you shyly approached him this year, somehow already capturing his heart so quickly after moving here. maybe he could be more with you.

(and when you present a bouquet to him the next day... it's impossible for him to say no. not when you smile at him like that.)

[jeonsupershy]

we make the rules 🏁

[sluttywonwoo]

maam your writing really does something to me 🤒

how would seventeen ask you for another round after you think you're all fucked out, asking as a low stamina girlie 😩✋️

for all my low stamina girlies out there

seungcheol: “c’mon baby, you can do one more for me, can’t you?”

jeonghan: he’d start playing with your clit again and be all like “are you suuure you don’t want more?” as you’re getting wet again

joshua: “you’re going to be a good girl and take it, right?”

jun: “let me make you cum again… please? just wanna make you feel good.”

soonyoung: “i’ll do all the work, i promise. all you have to do is lay there.”

wonwoo: “eyes open, pretty girl. we’re not done just yet.”

jihoon: “i’ve got some more in me baby. don’t you want all of it inside you?”

seokmin: desperate begging of “just a little more, just a little more…”

mingyu: “but i haven’t even gotten to eat you out yet” ☹️

minghao: “poor thing. so sensitive, huh? just tell me if it’s too much.”

seungkwan: “how about i make love to you this round? nice and slow, yeah?”

vernon: just makes the 🥺 face and you’re spreading your legs again with a sigh

chan: he’d ask you to cockwarm him which would inevitably lead to another round because you both get horny again

[kimkaitual]

Wonwoo — 【Your Choice - The 8th Mini Album】 Concept Images ↳ for @zyx ♡

[vcrnons]

VERNON ending fairies. ↳ happy birthday to the face card that never declines.

[seokminfilm]

one and only | lee seokmin

pairing, lee seokmin x reader

warnings, non-idol au, sports au, light themes of hurt/comfort, seokmin is a college baseball player, reader is mentioned to be a coach, reader is mentioned to be wearing an athletic skirt, secret relationship

Lee Seokmin was a household name on your campus⎯Seoul University's Daesung Dalmations took pride in their captain, and you did too, smiling from the sidelines as the crowd cheered the team's name. 

The sun was beaming down on the massive baseball field, stands filled from spectatiors from all around Seoul and the surrounding cities. Sure, the headmaster said the turn out was going to be a bit bigger than most of the usual varsity games, but "a bit bigger" was a massive understatement. The bleachers were packed with people and children, the roar of their cheers shaking the dugout.

"Seokmin, keep a level head! Don't overthink anything!" You clapped your hands from the shaded box, hoping the eager male would calm down and slow his roll.

You knew Seokmin better than anyone did, and you knew how he seemed to feel emotions ten times stronger on the field. You could tell he was starting to get worked up by the dark look in his eyes, dark eyebrows furrowed as he talked to himself quietly and watched the pitcher recieve the ball from another player.

Sweat dripped from his dark hair and down his broad back as the sun caught his tanned skin, and you could see him clenching the baseball bat from your vantage point, forearms strained and veins highlighted as he gripped it with a force.

"Dino, get ready to pitch next. Seokmin is going to need to calm down in a few minutes," Your voice was commanding, and the new rookie, Dino, jumped into place, ready to follow your directions. The pitcher stretched his arms to get ready to pitch, and you clenched your whistle to your chest, nervous as you watched Seokmin slide his feet into his usual stance.

The crowd was quiet as the air became thick with anticipation, and you leaned over the edge of the dugout box, chewing at your lip as the pitcher wound his arm up and threw the ball.

Seokmin reacted the best he could, giving it a harsh swing as it flew into the air⎯the ball disappeared into the sky for a split second, and the crowd went wild as Seokmin sprinted to second base, long legs striding across the dirt before a whistle signaled the end of his run.

Just as Seokmin had slid onto his base, one of the opposing team's players caught the ball and returned it to second base, counting Seokmin out for the next play.

The stands erupted with clapping, but Seokmin didn't react, walking towards the dugout box with a harsh look on his pretty features. His face was red and doused in sweat, but it still gave him a glow that you thought was ethereal in nature.

His brown eyes didn't light up once his teammates came to greet and congratulate him, and you asked them all with a plead of your eyes to leave you two alone, to which they did without hesitation. 

Seokmin pushed his way out of the dugout, nearly pulling the door off of the hinges as he went into the darker part of the storage. You followed after him, telling him to calm down as his eyes started to water.

"Seokmin, calm down. You did amazing out there." Your voice was calm and quiet, and Seokmin couldn't help but push you away, fighting you as you tried to grab his hands. He pulled away from you quickly, averting his eyes as he looked back onto the field.

"No, I didn't. I could have hit that ball farther, and I know it! Did you see how easy they retrieved it? It was like I didn't even try." Seokmin's voice was booming, sending goosebumps to your sun-stained arms as you crossed them.

"Seokmin, you did try. That was a wonderful play! You gave us a three-point lead during your time on the field. That's what we needed from falling behind. Dino and the others are going to help bring us up so when you return to bat, you'll be more than ready to win it for us." Exasperated, you tapped your foot against the concrete floor.

Seokmin ignored you, taking his baseball cap off as his dark hair fell around his ears gracefully. He ran a hand through it, sending the curls in a frenzy as he sighed, breath shaking with the rising wave of anger bubbling in his chest.

Your fingers itched to reach out and touch him⎯taking his slender hands in yours as you kiss his mumbling lips and sour thoughts away⎯but you remember you had to keep it professional.

You had to keep you and Seokmin's relationship professional, unuspecting to the public eye.

"Seokmin, please, calm down and get a hold of yourself. We need you back on the field whenever we need a mood booster. You're the only one who can do that." Your voice is shaky as you try to get Seokmin to look at you, but it's unsuccessful as he continues to look off to the side, sharp nose and strong jawline defined from the clenching of his jaw.

"Seokkie.." You were crossing the boundaries now, and you knew it, but you didn't know what else to do. Your hand rested on his upper thigh, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek as he froze, turning to face you as his eyes softened a bit.

"Don't be hard on yourself, alright? You did the best you could, and you gave us a lead against the other team. Just rest for now. You've done all you could." There you go again, using that tone you only saved for times you and Seokmin were alone on the field, practicing into the late night. The only thing watching you was the massive stadium lights and empty bleachers, and you could hear your laugh echo when Seokmin did something unserious or kissed you after a sucessful home run.

Sighing, Seokmin's chest fell as he nodded slowly, hands finding their way around your waist as his sweaty body pressed into yours.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, breath brushing your ear as you brought a hand up to his sweaty face, sliding your finger down his sculpted nose as he sighed, smiling under your ministrations. He closed the distance between you, lips teasing yours before the door to the storage room bumped open.

The surprising sound caused both you and Seokmin to jump as far back from each other as you could, and you nearly tripped over a bag of baseball bats as the ballboy of your team interrupted you and Seokmin's little moment.

"Seokmin, we need you out there. We're three points behind and it's the last inning." His voice was worried, and Seokmin nodded, seemingly pepping himself up as he shook his shoulders, glancing at you with a blush on his face.

"Later." Seokmin had mouthed, and the look in his eyes told you everything he meant by that. Smiling, you nodded as you fixed his baseball jersey's collar. After a few seconds of silence and shared glances between you and Seokmin, he stepped backwards, ready to go.

"Right, well...I should get back out there." You laughed nervously as Seokmin finished his observation, making his way back into the dugout and out on the field as you followed after him, heart beating a mile a minute as your athletic skirt billowed in the warm breeze.

The stands were voluminously charged with the familiar excitement it was charged with when Seokmin was up to bat, and you smiled as the calm look in Seokmin's eyes met yours, glancing back at the box as he walked up to the base.

Seokmin was the one and only to you, and you were more than ready to see that one and only take your team to victory.

[lotus-piers]

jeon wonwoo - last night (2024)

[waldau-archived]

flustered — jeon wonwoo | 1.7k | fluff

first ever work on tumblr for any fandom! yikes. gender neutral reader. no warnings.

people often think wonwoo isn't the kind of person to express himself freely. you know how untrue that accusation is. wonwoo is far from emotionless. only his close friends know what actually makes him crack up, and you're one of the very few who knows what makes him cry.

but you have no idea what makes him blush.

ever since you've been in a relationship, you've never once seen him blush at anything you've said. compliments don't work, not when he accepts them gracefully and carries on like nothing's happened. he doesn't shy away when the band makes him perform silly antics for the fans, opting to do them with the small, ever-present smile on his face.

even mingyu is clueless when you ask him what it is that could possibly make wonwoo blush. teasing him about you never works because it just makes him smile even more.

so you decide to give it a go and try everything you can to make his cheeks turn red. it's silly, but it should be worth the efforts.

wonwoo doesn't like waking up early when he doesn't have to, but when you wake up today morning, his side of the bed is empty. you get up and walk to the living room, careful not to make any noise.

sure enough, wonwoo's sitting on the sofa with his laptop on the coffee table and a notepad and a pen on his lap, occasionally jotting down something here and there. you watch him for a minute or two before you walk up to him and put your arms around his neck, bending down so your lips are right next to his ear. "good morning," you whisper in the most morning-y voice you can muster. you don't think your voice has ever been this low before.

wonwoo doesn't even flinch. he grips your hands with one of his and turns around to press a kiss to your cheek. "good morning, darling," he says, turning to the laptop to pause the video on his screen before he looks at you again. "did you sleep well?"

"till i realized you weren't sleeping beside me, yes."

he chuckles and takes his hand off yours, laying down before raising his arms to you. you've done this a hundred times before — tumbling over the sofa and onto his chest and into his arms, secure.

he presses a kiss to your head. "do you have any plans for today?"

"none, unless you count me wanting to spend the rest of the day with you." you can't see his reaction, but his heartbeat is steady as it always is. you can feel his smile against your head.

"that's what i wanted to do, too, but do you want to go to the museum today? i know you've been wanting to for a while. maybe we could catch a movie after that."

you don't have the heart to say anything but yes. it sounds like the perfect day, even if you didn't achieve your goal.

the next time you try is when you get into an argument.

it's not an argument, not really. just a minor disagreement.

about a certain cat you want as a pet, and it reaches its final stage with wonwoo on his gaming chair and you standing in front of him, hands on your hips. "are you saying you're so heartless that you can't adopt the poor cat?"

"don't twist my words! it's not like i don't want to adopt it."

"that's the impression you're giving right now."

wonwoo sighs, running a hand through his hair. "i want a cat. and i want it with you. but don't you think it's not fair when i'm not home for a lot of time? i don't want you to raise it all by yourself. what if it doesn't know who i am?"

you stifle a snort. "that's your main concern?"

wonwoo tilts his head. "what else would it be?"

"you're afraid you're going to be an absent dad?"

"is that so bad?"

you let out a laugh. "no. not at all. but does that mean we can get a cat when we move in together?"

wonwoo hesitates. "yes, but i'd rather get it when i don't tour as much, you know?"

you sigh. "you just don't think it's cute enough, do you?"

"what? no! of course not! i was the one who showed it to you, not the other way round."

wonwoo looks cute like this, you think, arguing with you about the tiniest things ever. you hope you'll always argue about stuff like this. without a second thought, you move into his lap and hold his face in your hands, pressing kisses all over it. he lets out a confused noise before holding your waist and letting you do what you want.

"i love you, you know that?" you say earnestly, looking into his eyes.

"i love you too?" he says, frowning slightly.

"you look cute when you're serious. like you're trying to be angry with me, but you're not actually angry. and you also look a bit hot."

he blinks. "are you trying to seduce me into getting you a cat?"

you gasp dramatically. "why would you think that? i mean, what if i was?"

he looks at you for a moment before he chuckles and presses a kiss to your neck. "do you really want it that bad? i'll look into it, i promise."

the third time you try is when you're at the supermarket a few weeks later. wonwoo prefers shopping late at night, especially on friday nights, because there's not many people around.

you don't mind. you like spending late nights out with wonwoo, letting time pass while the night bleeds into day. especially because the day in question is saturday.

you're currently in the dairy products aisle, wonwoo looking at two different brands of tofu and comparing their expiration dates when you suddenly wrap your hands around his waist, pressing yourself to his back. there's no one else around you, and you really hope there's no camera capturing your antics.

wonwoo doesn't budge, simply putting one of the packets back. "i think we'll take this," he says, dropping the remaining one into your basket. "you're going to have to teach me how to make that soup."

you don't respond, still pressed to his back.

wonwoo sets down the basket and tugs you off him, pulling you around so you're facing him.

then he tips your chin up, leans down, and places a gentle kiss on your lips.

you don't know what to say when he pulls away. you can't even tell if it lasted for a few seconds or some minutes. he's worn his nighttime pajamas to the supermarket and he still looks amazing. you know you look like an idiot when he smiles at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"you could have just asked for a kiss, you know." then he turns back to look at the other products like he didn't just steal your breath away in the middle of a supermarket close to midnight.

you were trying to get him flustered, but it's not like you're complaining.

it finally happens, but when you're expecting it the least. you and wonwoo have just gotten back from the fair that's been open near your place for the past week, somehow having time off from work on the same day.

you've enjoyed yourself for the first time in weeks, strolling through the place with your hand in wonwoo's, sipping on hot chocolate, letting him win you a mario figurine (he'd wanted to try again to get you a plushie, but you found the figurine infinitely funnier), and just taking a ton of pictures with and of him.

you've also bought a lot of little stuff which has amounted to the two bags currently occupying your hands, which is why you sheepishly ask wonwoo if he can unlock the door.

he takes your keys from your jacket without question and opens the door, letting you in first. you're thinking about whether you should set the bags aside and untie your shoes or risk a little damage by just kicking them off, when wonwoo slides past you in your stupidly little hallway and switches on the lights.

his foot catches with yours and he ends up with his back to the wall, while you trip and turn in a desperate attempt not to fall on your face and break the little jars of various jams you've bought.

you get a little more than what you've bargained for when you stumble forward and land your hands on the wall, one on either side of his chest. you're just thankful neither of you is hurt, but when you look up, wonwoo's face is slowly turning red.

for the first time in the two years you've been together, wonwoo's flustered. you're glad he flipped the lights on, because seeing him with a blush on his face seems almost alien. his vision constantly flits between your face and the spot over your shoulder, unwilling to meet your eyes.

you don't know what to say. "wonwoo. i'll fall if i keep holding on any longer."

"oh," he breathes, "yes. right." he looks at you for a moment, unsure how to maneuver you to stand without making you lose your balance, and settles for his hands around your waist. you manage to stand with his help, putting the bags on the floor carefully before a grin makes its way across your face.

"of all the things i've been trying to do to get you to blush, that's what did it?"

he looks at your eyes and then at the floor. "why would you even try to do that?"

"i've never seen you blush! i had to."

"did you get what you wanted?"

he still isn't meeting your eyes. his glasses are halfway across his nose because of the angle you're at, so you push them up for him. "i didn't even plan for this to happen, you know. but it's definitely what i wanted. and you're pretty," you add, revelling in the redness of his ears.

he shakes his head and lets out a small chuckle. "is there any chance you'll let me off the hook anytime soon?"

"as if."

[minghaosmilfshirt]

It's October so here's my fix-it fic for Seventeen's newest album.

Blank version

[hongtonie]

SEVENTEEN 8TH MINI ALBUM 'YOUR CHOICE' - JUNE 18, 2021

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Four was honestly surprised how many people were here. It was his first big trip, and it was definitely overwhelming. He was usually a loner, but he had to admit… he was thankful he’d asked a friend to come along.

Legend laughed as he texted someone, face glowing with glee. He elbowed Four mischievously. “We should definitely send pictures to Wars.”

“Is that who you’re texting?” Four asked with a smile, enjoying the cheer from his usually grumpier friend. Legend adored education conferences - his friend was nothing if not a lover of learning and exploring new things.

“Oh absolutely,” Legend replied, showing his phone. “He’s upset because I went to the emergency medicine conference and then went to this one. Personally, I think he’s just jealous because I have a cert he doesn’t.”

“Wait, Wars doesn’t have his CCRN?” Four questioned, confused. He figured Warriors, who had everything in his life in order, would have his critical care nursing certification. It was fairly common for nurses in ICU and ED settings.

“Nope!” Legend quipped with delight, obviously ecstatic that he had something over the military nurse.

“Okay, but important question: where are we going to get dinner?”

“Somewhere it doesn’t cost half our paycheck.”

Four glanced around at the skyscrapers. “Uh… not sure we’re going to manage that. I didn’t think the Hebra Mountains had cities like this.”

“Well, then we can contemplate Brugada Syndrome and complicated EKG rhythms while we starve,” Legend supposed.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Four laughed. “This is a trip, we shouldn’t worry about the cost too much.”

”We don’t make Time’s salary.”

“But we make decent salary.”

Legend bit his lips, stubborn. Four narrowed his eyes analytically. “This isn’t about how much the food costs; it’s because you’ve blown your budget on coffee, isn’t it?”

His friend immediately flushed, guilty as charged. “They charge ten rupees for coffee! Ten!! This place is ridiculous!”

“I told you your caffeine addiction would come back to bite you someday,” Four smiled. “Or, well, more so than it already has.”

“I swear, if you bring up the SVT episode one more time—”

[babyleostuff]

(i swear the olympics make me feel alive again) would anyone be interested in reading a badminton athlete!seungkwan x athlete!reader romance(ish)?

[sluttywonwoo]

hypothetically if i wanted to sit on someone's cock and edge myself by not riding said cock and only playing with my clit til i cum...... who in svt do you think would be up for that....?

joshua: i feel like the man loves a challenge. you’d tell him he isn’t allowed to cum while you’re doing it and he’s like “bet” (whether or not he actually manages to hold back is another story)

jun: he loves being edged and you can’t convince me otherwise!!! he’d find the whole thing so hot

mingyu: he’d love nothing more than being treated like your toy. it’s like something out of his fantasies, getting used as just a dick to sit on while you get yourself off

vernon: he can just lay there? hell yeah

chan: he’ll do whatever you want, even if it’s lowkey torture. and he likes to be the more dominant one in bed but he also isn’t opposed to letting you be in charge once in a while