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Hello I was wondering if you have wattpad? Or do you allow people to repost ur scenarios on other platforms?

Hey there, I do have a wattpad but it’s insanely old and I don’t go on it anymore. And sorry, but I don’t really feel comfortable with my scenarios being posted on a different website by someone other than me, even if the credit is given.

do you have a masterlist? also i rlly loved your rosé scenario, please keep up the good work!!

hi there, thank you :) no i don’t have a masterlist, but you can find all my work under the “kpop imagines” tag on my blog!!

hi guys. i know i haven’t had this blog for long, but i’ve decided to go on hiatus for writing on here until further notice. i’m sorry to anyone who’s sent requests in. i’ll try to be back eventually.

hey!! i was wondering if you would write something (angsty??) with vernon based on gravity by eden ?

Thanks for the request and I hope you like it!!! Here it is :)

If You Really Want To

Fandom: Seventeen Ship: Vernon/Hansol x Reader Requested: Yes (hey!! i was wondering if you would write something (angsty??) with vernon based on gravity by eden?) Genre: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol and Smoking Words: 2,446

“And everything you saw with eyes straight blurred Became our downfall”

“Hey,” you smiled at the boy who had come to sit next to you in the corner of the room. You gave him a once-over, noticing that his black jeans, black t-shirt, and black shoes matched his dark hair that nearly fell over his eyes. “I’m (Y/N),” you said, sticking out the hand that didn’t hold a red solo cup for him to shake.

“Hansol,” he replied, a small smile twitching at the end of his lips as he stared back at you, analyzing you as well. He took your hand, shaking it firmly. “My friends call me Vernon.”

One eyebrow rose on your forehead, wondering how the two names were connected. You decided to save the question for later. “It’s nice to meet you, Hansol.”

He laughed when you put the emphasis on the first name he had shared with you, but chose not to comment on it. “You too, you too. So why are you sitting here in a corner, alone, at this lively party?”

He motioned with the hand that also held a red solo cup to the people around you, multiple pairs making out as the loud music echoed through the crowded household.

“I have nothing better to do,” you smirked, looking up at him. He smirked in return.

“Then why are you here?” He asked.

“I’m the designated driver for that girl over there,” you pointed to one of the walls opposite you. “The one in a very heated encounter with the blue-haired kid.”

He followed your finger to see a girl kissing a taller boy with electric blue hair against one of the walls. He laughed, then looked back at you.

“I don’t think they’re stopping anytime soon,” he said, standing up and holding his hand out for you to take. “Wanna go get some air?”

You gave him a grin in return and grabbed his hand, letting him pull you up from the corner and lead you to the back of the house where you found a sliding door. The two of you made your way outside and to the side of the pool where, surprisingly, you found no one. The two of you slid your shoes off and sat by the edge of the pool, dunking your feet into the water.

You sat in silence for a few moments, staring down at the water, when you reached into your pocket to grab your pack of cigarettes and a lighter. You placed it between your lips and held the lighter up to the end. After you first inhaled and exhaled the smoke, you looked over at Hansol to see him staring at you with an odd look in his eye.

You held the pack of cigarettes out to him. “Want one?”

He immediately shook his head. “I don’t smoke.”

You chuckled bitterly, placing the pack back into your pocket. “Yeah, neither did I. I try not to do it a lot.”

He continued to look at you, and you could feel it, even though you weren’t looking back at him. You took the cigarette out of your mouth for a few seconds to take a few gulps from your cup, letting the liquor slide down your throat with ease and only a slight burn.

“Aren’t you designated driver?” He asked, still staring at the side of your face.

“I’m drinking water between cups,” you elaborated, and the laugh he let out made you smile.

“You are quite an interesting one, aren’t you?” He asked, though you were sure he was mostly talking to himself.

You still replied. “Yes, I am.”

“But if you keep second guessing then theres only gonna be one end”

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Hansol whispered to you, clutching your hand tightly as he followed you through the darkness.

“Yes,” you whispered in return, stopping when a fence appeared in front of the two of you. “It’ll be fun,” you smiled wickedly and began to climb it.

Hansol’s eyes widened from behind you as he watched you reach the top and swing your legs over. You hopped back onto the ground, and you stared at him through the fence, grin still on your face.

“Your turn,” you said, his eyes widening impossibly more.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” he replied hesitantly, staring up at the sharp edges on the top of the fence.

“Come on, Hansol. You know what they say, the third date is when you illegally sneak into a field to stargaze,” you said with such a serious expression that Hansol almost laughed.

“No, that isn’t what they say,” he whispered almost hysterically, but he still began to make his way up the fence. He heard you cheer quietly from below him, and he cracked a small smile. He eventually made his way over to where you were, and when he landed onto the ground next to you, you immediately grabbed his hand and began to run towards the empty field.

Your laugh filled the air around you, and soon he began to laugh, too. After running for who knows how long, you stopped and plopped down onto the grass below you. You laid down, staring up at the sky while Hansol stared you for a few seconds from where he was standing, admiring you.

He laid down next to you, resting his hand beside yours where he could feel them brush against each other. You moved to rest your hand on his, and although you both began to grin, neither of you strayed your vision from the dark sky only lit up by what seemed like millions of stars.

The two of you laid there silently, in the dirty grass in the field you were definitely not supposed to be in, and you both felt a sense of peace come over you. You stayed in the silence and in the peaceful state of mind, together, until you saw a bright light to the right of you two. You both looked over to see policemen quickly making their way towards you with flashlights and yelling.

You and Hansol both responded within seconds, standing up and sprinting back to the fence behind you. The two of you climbed up and over it side by side, landed on the other end side by side, and ran away side by side.

As the two of you laughed into the night, running away from the field hand-in-hand, Hansol yelled to you, “I don’t know why I ever second guessed that!”

And you responded with, “I told you so!”, and a manic laugh.

“Cos you say I drink and I smoke and I talk too much But I know you lied when you said that you just gotta go and save yourself”

You didn’t know where it had all gone wrong. You and Hansol had been in a happy relationship for over two years. It had all gone perfectly, so perfectly that the two of you had gotten your own apartment together.

But the perfection was gone now, and you didn’t know why, or how it happened. But your relationship was falling apart in front of your eyes.

“What are you talking about?” You yelled at Hansol as he ranted about your habits that you had thought he was used to by now.

“You’re letting yourself fall apart, (Y/N)! How can you not see this?” He yelled in response, and you shook your head, confused.

“I’m not! I don’t know what you mean!”

“Have you even seen yourself? Have you seen the amount of cigarettes you’ve been smoking a day? And don’t think I haven't noticed the amount of empty bottles I’ve seen in the trash can.” You paused, trying not to stumble over your words. “I’ve always been like this,” you told him, but he shook his head.

“No. This is much worse than how you used to be. It’s like I don’t even recognize you anymore!”

“I’m the same me I’ve always been, Hansol!” You yelled the loudest you’d been the entire night. You couldn’t believe he was doing this.

“You don’t talk the same either!” He continued, and you gave him a bewildered look. “You-”

“What is that even supposed to mean?!”

“Don’t interrupt me!” He paced the room, running his hands through his hair repeatedly. You stood still, simply staring at him. You watched him visibly fall apart in front of you as you fell apart on the inside. You were always better at hiding your feelings than he was.

“You- you’ve been talking more, and not like in the amount you say, but you’re rambling and rambling, and that is not who you are. My (Y/N) knew exactly what she wanted to say and said it, in witty quips and remarks. Not- not in rambles that seem like they last for hours on end! That’s not who you are!”

“Maybe I’ve changed then! So what?” You admitted. Maybe you’d been having a few more drinks than usual, maybe you’d have a few more cigarettes to take the edge off, and yes, maybe you’d ramble. But your mind was still the same. Your thoughts were still the same. Your personality was still the same.

You were still his (Y/N).

“I think,” Hansol finally stopped pacing, and when he turned towards you, you could finally take a good look at him. His black hair was messy from the pushing and pulling he did to it, and his eyes looked tired. Not sleepy; he looked tired. “I think I need to go.”

“Go?” You asked, voice becoming quiet. “Go where?”

He shook his head and shrugged. He ran his hand through his hair again. “Away from here.”

And you were about to ask again where he was going, and what he meant by ‘away’, when he said,

“I’ll text you when I come by to get my stuff.”

He didn’t seem like he was entirely sure of the sentence himself, but then he walked out of the room and out of the house, and you stared confusedly after him, not wanting to think about what this signified for your relationship.

“But you can leave if you really want to And you can run if you feel you have to And I can drink if I feel I have to”

It’d been a week since you’d last spoken to Hansol, and you still hadn’t received a text. He wouldn’t respond to any of your texts, or your calls, or your voicemails, so you waited. You waited day and night, hoping for a ringtone from your phone to sound or for a knock at the door to come. Each day as you waited, you’d sit on the couch with a bottle of liquor as your company.

Each bottle dwindled with each day Hansol didn’t call.

Two weeks passed. Still no contact.

And you understood, that people needed to get away. Needed to run away. You understood it. You had done it multiple times. But that was before you met Hansol. That was before you had someone to rely on, someone to love and who loved you back.

And he could do it. He could leave and run away. That didn’t mean it was fair for him to completely fall off the face of the Earth when there was someone who loved him, worried about him, yearned for him to come home.

It wasn’t fair, even if it was something he needed.

You poured yourself another drink, and you waited some more.

“Cos I used to defy gravity Defy gravity Goodbyes keep dragging me Down”

After the third week, you received a text. You scrambled to your phone to read the message, and your heart dropped in your chest when you read it.

‘H: I’ll be over at noon today to pick up my stuff. If you want to leave for an hour so I can do this when you’re not there, then feel free to.’

You stared at the message for minutes, trying to comprehend it. And you knew what he meant, you knew he was ending it, but you didn’t want to comprehend it.

You tidied up the apartment leading up to twelve o’clock, and when you heard the unlocking of the front door as you made the pillows on the couch even, you nearly gasped.

You walked to the front of the house and came face to face with Hansol. You almost didn’t recognize him. His hair was dyed a dirty blonde that you had never seen on him, but as you stared at him for a few seconds, you quickly loved how it looked on him. As you continued to look at him, drinking in the sight of him after not seeing him or hearing from him for three weeks, he awkwardly cleared his throat.

You moved out of his way wordlessly and watched as he made his way to the bedroom. You stayed silent as you watched him pack up all of his stuff. You couldn't bring yourself to help him.

When he was done and he carried the two boxes he managed to squish everything into to the front door, he set them down and paused. He turned around and looked at you, analyzing you for one last time.

And as you stared back at him and analyzed him yourself, you thought of the first time you met. You thought of your first date, and your second, and your third. You thought of your first kiss, of your first ‘I love you”. You thought of choosing this apartment together, and the moving-in process, and the first night spent in the bed the two of you shared. You thought of all the happy memories that felt like you were defying gravity.

You never thought those would lead to this.

“So this is it, then?” You asked, a bitter laugh leaving your lips as you stared at him with watery eyes.

He titled his head, seeming sympathetic. He knew you were never one to show your vulnerable side often. Still, he made no move to comfort you. “This is it,” he nodded, and took a step backwards. “Goodbye, (Y/N).”

You nodded, letting your tears fall for the last moment you would probably ever spend together. Letting them fall for all the good moments, all the amazing moments, all the terrible ones. Letting them fall for the most cherished relationship you had ever had, that you were about to lose. Letting them fall for the children that met at a party one night who had no idea that one moment would lead to so many more.

“Goodbye, Hansol.”

***************************** Well, this one was depressing to write. I’d really like to know what you guys think of this one, because I struggled with it a bit. I think I like how it turned out, but feedback would be extremely appreciated! Requests are open :)

i just wanna say i really really love that rose scenario you just did 😭 ur amazing

AHH thank you so much!!! I”m really glad that you liked it!! You’re amazing as well :))

I BEG you to continue Dreaming of Home! Please! I NEED to know what happens next!!

Hey anon :) As of right now, I’ve decided to leave part three as the last part of the Dreaming of Home series. If inspiration strikes at any point in the future, I wouldn’t be against continuing it, but at this moment in time, I’m not going to be writing anymore. I’m leaving it up to the reader’s interpretation for the “end” of this one!

Love your writing B J S and L for the a-z asks~

Thanks, anon!

B: Ballgowns

J: Junhui :)))

S: Snow

L: Louis Tomlinson

Put a letter from A-Z in my ask and I’ll tell you 1 thing I love which starts with that letter.

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rosé blackpink scenario where u r being cold to her bc you have feelings for her but u dont want to admit it

Thanks for the request, anon :) Here it is! I hope you like it!!

Talk to Me

Fandom: Blackpink Ship: Rosé x Reader Requested: Yes (rosé blackpink scenario where u r being cold to her bc you have feelings for her but u dont want to admit it) Genre: Mostly angst Warnings: Swearing, Crying, Mention of Nerves Words: 2,318

When you heard Rosé’s laughs echoing in the hallway of the YG building and her voice becoming louder as she came closer to where you were, you looked around you, quickly looking for an escape from her. But as soon as you started to move from your position against the wall, she turned the corner and came into your vision. And you came into hers.

“(Y/N)!” She shouted excitedly, a grin on her face as she came walking towards you with Jennie at her side.

“Hi,” Jennie said with a smile.

“Hi, guys,” you said, a small smile on your face to be polite.

“What are you up to?” She asked, and you thought of excuses in your head to reply to what you knew was coming. You didn’t like how nervous you were whenever you were around her. “We’re going out to lunch. Want to join?”

“Um,” you paused, looking at her hopeful expression and getting a warm feeling in your chest as she stared at you with big eyes. “I can’t. I’ve got to get some paperwork done, so uh,” you began to walk backwards away from the pair. “Bye, have fun.”

And as you turned around and walked away from them, you couldn't help but think of the disappointed look on Rosé’s face as you said no. Her smile fell from her face and her eyebrows furrowed, and although you thought she looked cute, you couldn’t help but feel immensely guilty-

No. No. You wouldn't do this. You were allowed to say no. There was no reason for you to feel guilty.

There wasn’t, you stressed to yourself in your head.

You spent the rest of the day trying not to think of the look on her face, and failed immensely.

The next few weeks after your encounter with Rosé that kept you feeling guilty for days, Blackpink was preparing for a comeback. It gave a perfect distraction for the girls, and it kept you from seeing Rosé for weeks. It helped to stay away from her so you didn’t have to think about the weird feeling you got in your chest whenever she spoke to you, smiled at you, or even looked at you.

You were walking out of the YG building to take your lunch break, and you were on your way to a nearby café when you heard a yell from behind you. You froze, immediately recognizing the voice.

Shit.

“(Y/N)!” She shouted again, and you turned around to be greeted with a sweaty Rosé running towards you in gym clothes.

“Hey,” you said as she stopped next to you. She smiled, and you clenched your fists when the familiar feeling in your chest returned.

“Are you going to the café? I’m on my way there now to get some drinks for me and the rest of the girls. We can walk together!” She exclaimed and began to walk ahead of you, and you nervously followed next to her.

“Yeah, um, I’m just gonna stop in. I have to get back to the building soon and-”

“We’ll be quick!” She interrupted and gave you a bright smile. You couldn’t find it in yourself to give her a smile back.

As she continued to chat with you only giving small, short replies, you found yourself enjoying her company more and more. Along with that, you felt your nerves growing.

The two of you arrived at the café, ordered and got your orders before quickly leaving and making your way back to the YG building. You had begun to talk more and more in response to her and when you had arrived back to where you started, Rosé gave a pout.

“I’ll see you again soon, right?” She said, reaching in for a hug. When she wrapped her arms around you and leaned her head against yours, you breathed in deeply, the feeling in your chest growing even more than it had ever been. You could only force yourself to murmur a “Mhm” after she pulled away.

“Bye bye,” she gave you one last grin before turning on her heel and walking down one of the hallways in front of you. You sighed deeply, begging the yelling in your chest to quiet down.

And as you walked down one of the hallways towards your office, you tried to think of why you were feeling this way whenever you were around Rosé. She made you feel giddy but nervous, and her smile could make you grin twice as big, and when she hugged you, you thought every nerve in your body was about to explode. But still, you couldn’t seem to figure out-

Oh no. Oh no.

You stopped walking, eyes wide and heart beating erratically in your ears.

You liked her. You liked Rosé.

No, you wouldn’t believe it. You wouldn’t.

You continued walking to your office with the thoughts in your head becoming even louder than your heartbeat.

After the girls’ comeback, you had begun to see them more as they didn’t have to practice as much. That wasn’t a good thing, in your eyes.

You had tried to ignore Rosé even more, but you away found her in your office waiting for you. Today was one of those days.

“Hello,” she smiled when you walked in, hopping off of where she was sitting on your desk, and you nearly dropped the drink in your hand when you saw her.

“What are you doing here,” you said, avoiding her eyes as you went to set your folders down on your desk.

“Thought I’d come see what you were doing. Wanna go grab lunch?” She asked, and you could hear the hopefulness in her voice.

“I can’t,” you replied, still not looking her in the eyes. You busied yourself by organizing the papers in your folders. (They were already organized.) “I’m busy.”

“Oh, come on. Just take a quick break with me!” She came closer to you. You continued to stare at your desk.

“Rosé, I said I can’t. Please get out,” you forced yourself to say, and the silence in the room that followed broke your heart the littlest bit.

“I-” she began to speak, but when she started to back away from you, you knew she couldn't find the right words to say. “Okay,” she whispered, and when you heard the door close behind her, you sighed and sat down in your desk chair. You dropped your head into your hands, breathing deeply to compose yourself.

You didn’t care. You didn’t care. You didn’t have feelings for her. You didn’t care.

In the upcoming weeks, you hadn’t seen Rosé around much, which you were thankful for. You were drowned in work, and you didn’t need her or the thought of her as a distraction. Today, you were swamped with paperwork and needed to run around the building to get multiple idols’ signatures. You were running around the hallways with stacks of papers in your hands, and you had just met with the iKON boys when you ran out of their practice room.

Not looking where you were going, you collided with another person. The papers in your hands flew everywhere as you fell to the ground, as well as the other person.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you said, rushing to stand to help them. You gasped when you saw Rosé on the ground, slowly sitting up and standing herself. “I, uh, are you okay?”

She looked at you with surprise. “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, and then quickly scrambled to your knees again to pick up all the papers sprawled everywhere. You saw from the corner of your eye that Rosé knelt to help you, too. The two of you stayed silent as you tried to get the papers back into one pile. When you were done, the two of you stood up silently, and she handed you the rest of the papers.

“Thanks,” you whispered before grabbing them and quickly walking past her.

You didn’t notice how she stared after you with a sad expression on her face.

A knock on your office door a few days letter made you jump in your chair, and you were hesitant to open it, worried it would be Rosé on the other end. Nevertheless, you stood up and opened the door. You found Lisa on the other side.

“Hi,” you said, stepping to the side for her to enter. “Hey,” she replied, walking in and standing by your desk.

“What’s up?” You asked, sitting back down in your chair. You stared up at her, becoming slightly nervous when you noticed her stoic facial expression. She was always one to smile. “Is something wrong?”

“Why won’t you talk to Rosé?” She asked, and you held your breath, waiting for more to come. “She’s clearly upset, and you haven’t been around lately, so I’m assuming the two are connected. What did you do to her?”

You let out the breath and stared down at your fidgeting hands on your desk. “I, um. I’ve just been busy.”

“Bullshit,” she snarled, beginning to look angry. “She doesn’t deserve this. You need to fix whatever you’ve done.” “I can’t,” you stressed, standing up and beginning to pace. “I can’t speak to her. She makes me nervous and then she’s all I think about and she’s- she’s Rosé. I can’t- I can’t think around her.”

Silence filled the air after your rant and you stopped walking, eyes widening after realizing what you had just spilled to Lisa. You knew she wouldn’t tell anyone, you were close enough with her to know that, but still.

“You like her,” Lisa said, breaking the silence after a minute.

“Of course I like her, she’s my friend,” you stuttered over your words, holding your breath and waiting for Lisa to believe your words.

“No, you like her like her,” she said, tilting her head slightly.

You tried to breathe before replying, but you only found yourself beginning to tear up. “I like her,” you finally said, out loud, and your resolve began to crack. “Fuck, I like her.”

You ran your hand through your hair, beginning to pace back and forth again. You had tried to ignore the statement from entering your head, but now that you had said it out loud and now that you knew it was true, you didn’t know what to do.

“(Y/N),” Lisa said softly, coming to wrap her arms around you when she noticed a tear fall from your eye. “It’s okay. Why are you crying?”

“What am I supposed to do now?” Your voice cracked as you spoke. You wrapped your arms around her waist and let her comfort you.

“Now you tell her.”

Nervously fidgeting your hands as you waited outside the Blackpink practice room, you tried to relay the speech you had been writing the past few days for this moment. All memory of the speech flew out of your head when the door opened and there Lisa stood, smiling and welcoming you in. She gave you a knowing look as she told Jennie and Jisoo to follow her out of the room, and Rosé watched them leave with a confused expression.

The look was replaced with a blank one when you closed the door behind them. The two of you stared at each other for a few silent moments before you spoke.

“Hey,” you said, fidgeting with your fingers behind your back.

“Hi,” she said, turning around to grab her water bottle from the floor. She took a few gulps before placing it back down, and the silence continued.

“I just-”

“What are you doing here, (Y/N)? I’m busy,” she said, and you recognized the words as the same you had said to her a while back in your office. You felt a pang in your heart, the crippling guilt returning.

“I wanted to apologize,” you forced out, clenching your fidgeting fingers into fists. You tried to think of anything from your speech and you yearned to reach into your pocket to read from the paper you had written it on, but you wouldn’t do that. You decided to wing it. “I wasn’t- treating you well, and I shouldn’t have been so rude to you, and I apologize for that. I wasn’t being a good friend.”

She stared at you silently, blank expression still on her face, and she seemed to be analyzing you when she continued to stay silent. “Why’d you do it?” She finally asked.

She waited for your response as you tried to gather your nerves up and shove them away. “I like you,” you said, awaiting the backlash you were sure was to come.

Her eyebrows rose on her forehead and you thought you saw the ends of her lips twitching to form into a smile, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up, so you ignored it.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

“I’m not exactly great with my feelings,” you choked out, a blush beginning to dust on your cheeks.

You heard a laugh and you looked up quickly, seeing a grin on Rosé’s face. “You could’ve told me,” she says, beginning to walk closer to you. You stayed frozen in your spot by the door.

“Could I have?” You asked, watching as she slowly made her way to you until she was only a foot away. You could see every detail in her face, from the small dimple in her cheek to the perfect curl of her eyelashes.

She seemed to move even closer, as close to your face as she’s ever been before. Your heart was beating erratically in your ears, almost distracting you from the fact that she was so close to you.

“Yes, you could have,” she whispered. “Because I like you, too.”

And then she pressed her lips to yours, and in that moment, you didn’t know why you had ever tried to deny your feelings for her.

***************************** I think I really like this one!! It’s a bit long compared to what I would usually write, but let me know if you guys like it and what you guys think about it! Thanks anon for the request, and sorry it took a bit of time! Requests are open :)

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THIS IS CUTE PLEASE

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Prince AU, anyone?

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sm is doing everything to ruin red velvet’s comeback so let’s do everything we can not to let this happen. stream the video, purchase the album, trend them on social media. recommending the song to casual listeners is also a great idea. let’s make it a joint effort and make this the comeback that’s gonna fix it all.

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