Seventeen And BTS Imagines

「 '02 Liner 」I do imagines for BTS and SEVENTEEN. *REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN* This blog was born 7/31/16

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Update!

Okay, so one of my Soonyoung imagines was incorrectly flagged as adult content despite being fluffy as heck. I’m going to appeal, but in case of emergency I may try to repost it here or try moving that imagine to my AO3. Thanks for being understanding, ya’ll. ~Admin Cloud

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Notice- Kim Taehyung (A/S?) Drabble

Request: If you want to and have time ,could you write a fan fiction with Taehyung but it will be inspired from the song notice from little mix..If you listen to it you will understand what I mean write however you want just get inspired by the song! Thank you so much❤😍

Member/Group: Kim Taehyung of BTS

Author: Admin Cloud

A/N: Okay, I need help coming up with some plot stuff for upcoming works so if any of ya’ll wanna hop into my DM’s that’s be epic.😩

It's been a while since you noticed, I feel like you been losing focus You lost the fire where the smoke is. Do you wanna get behind it? Flip it over and recline it? Undress me just the way I like it?

 The burn behind the simple tip of a shot glass did nothing to quell your frustration. You had gone out of your way to look your best tonight; the skin tight dress, the heels that made your legs look miles long, the voluminous curls in your hair, and red lipstick that made your lips look like a piece of strawberry candy waiting to be tasted. Just your makeup had taken hours, not to mention the amount of time you spent ensuring that all your makeup could survive anything you would end up doing later in the evening.

 It was obvious he noticed. Your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung, was standing idly near the bar getting another beer for himself. His large hands dug into his silky pockets, his triceps flexing in a way that let you know that he was clenching his fists. The way his jaw was locked and his eyes fluttered over to you every minute or so gave you hope that maybe tonight would be the end of your sex-free streak lasting with Tae since he had returned from abroad.

 “Hey Baby, you wanna go outside and maybe get to know each other?” A greasy-looking twenty-something year old man tried to snake his arms around your much smaller frame. You looked up, noticing that Taehyung was now glaring at the admittedly attractive, but not quite your type, male. You batted your mascara-coated eyelashes at your boyfriend, and turned to the man. 

 “Sorry, I’m already taken for the evening.” Your harsh words hit him as hard as the liquor was beginning to hit you. His hand was brushed off by your rushed steps to Taehyung’s looming figure. You pulled his wrist, tucking his hand in the small of your back before you used his shirt collar to pull his face down to yours.

“You wanna head home, Tae?”

 “You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N. I think we should head home and get a head start on your punishment.” He led you out of the crowded bar, being careful to not let your small stumbles turn into full-on falls.

Boy, I want you, but I'ma need to feed my sweet tooth I can't help it, if it ain't you, uh huh Boy, open invitation, take me down Now, covered up in lace to wait around So, tell me, ah

 You fell back onto your shared bed, the plush comforter billowing around your lace-clad frame. “Does daddy want his girl to make up for what happened at the bar?”

 “I don’t know, Baby. You were bad, and I think you quite enjoy your punishments.” His lip got caught in his teeth; he was obviously exercising all forms of willpower in order to not touch you.

 “But Daddy, I promise I’ll be good.” You reached down and let your fingers dance on his muscular thighs, wiggling your lower half in the process. “It’s been too long since you let me have a taste of you.”

 Taehyung’s eyes darkened, and he rushed to slip his belt off and tug down his jeans. His pupils were blown out; Obviously, this newfound celibacy was affecting him in all the same ways as you.

 He let out a groan, feeling you dip your hips back and forth on the not-so-hidden tent in his boxers. You blinked, and the steam seemed to already be building up in the room.

Tell me you don't  Tell me you do  You notice So, what's the point of wearing nothing if you never notice? Tell me you don't  Tell me you do  Notice So, what's the point of wearing nothing if you never notice?

 “That’s the best sex we’ve had in forever, Taehyung.” You cuddled further into your lover’s warm back. He smelled like musk, peppermint, and pure sex.

 “Can’t really say I disagree, Y/N. Just be careful next time, who knows how hard I’ll go on you then...” A sharp smack on his thigh resounded across the room, breaking the steamy silence that led you both to sleep.

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If you want to and have time ,could you write a fanfiction with Taehyung but it will be inspired from the song notice from little mix..If you listen to it you will understand what I mean write however you want just get inspired by the song! Thank you so much❤😍

I forgot to go ahead and mention I have been working on this! I just got back to working on drafts, and because of how much I like this prompt I’m going to try to get it out asap! Just a heads up, it will be a little bit suggestive.

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Language Barrier- Kim Namjoon Angst

Request: Hi, if you could when your not busy, can you write a angsty imagine with Namjoon please? Thank you!! 💕

Group/Member: Kim Namjoon (RM) of BTS

Author: Admin Cloud

Warnings: Feelies up in these wheelies

A/N: I am so mad that summer has passed by so quickly, like I was hoping to post a bunch but then I went to go see my family in Mexico and I was just gone forever? And band camp starts in 2 weeks so? Hope ya’ll enjoy watching my mental health decline lol... Also Kookie is blond now so my soul has transcended to heaven.

IMPORTANT: I will be using this; ______ to show parts where the main character is unable to fully grasp what the boys are saying. 

 “C’mon, Baby.” Namjoon tugged on your hand, urging you to let him get out of the drivers seat and go to the other side to let you out. “I promise, they already know you don’t speak Korean fluently. They have been wanting to work on english anyway!”

 “Joonie, I just don’t know... I don’t want to be a burden on the conversation.” You released his hand to undo your seatbelt, hopping out of the generously sized vehicle that your boyfriend had finally finished paying off earlier that month.

 Namjoon gave you a warm smile and gently squeezed your shaking hand. His dimples peaked out, their familiarity bringing butterflies to your already flipping stomach. “C’mon, Y/N. Let’s go.”

 As soon as you stepped into the restaurant, the smokey smell of Korean barbecue filled your nose. Despite the distraction that was very appealing to your nose, the sound of hollering boys managed to break your concentration and bring you back into the present.

 “Ay, Namjoon!~ We ordered appetizers, so you better get over here before Jin eats them all!” Namjoon let out a gruff laugh and nudged you towards them, holding your hand as you slid into the heavily cushioned booth.

 The boy that yelled over seemed to be the most familiar of all; he had very unique dimples, gentle eyes, and a smile that resembled the shape of a delicate heart. On his left, a shy looking boy with very light ash colored hair took consistent sips of his drink, smiling anytime one of his fellow bandmates said anything. Next to him sat two boys; one with orange tinted hair and bedroom eyes, and one with a hairstyle that resembled a mullet and a boxy grin. On the side that you had slid into sat Yoongi, who you had meet previously at the apartment, and a tall boy with luscious lips and broad shoulders.

 “Let me introduce the boys; this is Hoseok, Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jin.” He gestured to each boy and you crossed your fingers that you would remember their names and the way that they should be pronounced.

 “It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.” Hoseok let out a peal of laughter at Yoongi’s accent riddled greeting. “Shut up, Hobi.”

 As soon as the table calmed down, you tucked into some tteokbokki while the boys drank and laughed together. The sound of their eager chatter overpowered any of your thoughts, which led to you sitting and trying to follow along as you munched on the delicious rice cakes. 

 “Do you know Korean?” Jin leaned forward, a piece of kimchi dangling from the end go the silver chopsticks. “We can try to speak in english if it makes this easier for you.”

 “No, its fine! I can get most of what you are saying, so I’ll be fine!” What a lie. You had only moved to Korea to live closer to your boyfriend, who you had met while working on a shoot for their photobook for their ‘Wings’ album. You had been an intern for their photographer, and the trip to Korea was brief; In the mere month that you had been in Seoul, you had hit it off with Namjoon and the rest was history. Now, you were about to reach a year and a half of dating which had pushed you to move closer to your beau. Unsurprisingly, your lack of knowledge in terms of the Korean language had been a pain in the butt ever since you decided to hop on the long flight overseas.

 “_________ Y/N_____ annoying?” The words that came from Hoseok’s mouth were rushed, and the only words you managed to catch did not help with the nerves plaguing you.

 “Yeah,________ pain in the ass_______ not worth it!” Namjoon responded and the boys clutched their sides as waves of laughter hit them. You looked up at Namjoon only to be met with a smile. Surely he could have said anything too bad?

 “_____ send_____ back!” Yoongi added into the conversation, the words leaving his mouth adding more fuel to the fire burning in the pit of your stomach.

 This went on for a very long time, the disheartening words building up in your chest, pressing down on your heart and making you feel as if you were struggling to breath. You found yourself slipping down into the cushioned seat with a twinge of hope that just maybe you would become invisible and blend into the booth.

 “Y/N, Jungkook just asked you a question.”

 “Ah, sorry! Could yo please repeat what you said?”

 “Un... Where are you from?” Jungkook blushed, clearly embarrassed that he had to repeat his question in english.

 “I’m from (State), its in the (north/south)ern part of the US.”

 Jungkook nodded, pulling his lips in so that his cheeks puffed up slightly.

 “Joon, I don’t think this was a good idea...” You squeezed at his hand, but he was focusing on the story that Jin was telling about some new trainees. “Joon!”

 “Aish, Y/N, let me talk to my friends!” He snapped, but his face softened as soon as he saw the flash of shame in your irises.

 “O-okay. I’m sorry, I’m going back to the apartment.” You grabbed your bag and the can of beer that you were sipping on, hurriedly leaving the confused group of boys and your regret-filled boyfriend.

“Ugh~ I need to find out what street I’m on...” The sound of your once full beer hitting the ground as you stumbled over a corner seemed to slice through the heavy nighttime air. “Ahjussi! Can you please tell me what road this is?”

 The stern looking old man spoke a flurry of korean, leaving you stunned when he began clicking his tongue and stomping away. You felt the corners of your eyes brimming with tears, and found yourself slipping behind the edge of an alley to squat on the damp ground. I can’t call him, he might still be busy with the boys...

 Ring Ring. Incoming call from Joonie<3.

 “Hello?” Namjoon could be heard breathing heavily on the other side of the line.

 “Y/N, please baby, where are you? I’m sorry, I should have not been so harsh!” His voice was plagued with an obvious dose of concern, eliciting a response from you out of guilt.

 “I... I’m near a noodle shop... and a convenience store...” You words were interrupted by strings of hiccups, but the message still came across.

“I’m on my way, Y/N.” 

“Hey, its Namjoonie! How cuteeee!~” You giggled, but your boyfriend simply held in his laughter and pulled you onto his back. It was obvious that you were close by the way your arms instinctively snuck to grasp his broad shoulders for support. “You were being a bad boy earlier! Not helping me understand...” 

“Just rest, Y/N...”

 The road was silent, occupied by nothing but the occasional snore from you and Namjoon’s steady footsteps. His breathing lined up with yours, and the nagging voice at the back of his head finally began to let up.

 “You know we were talking about the translating microphone I bought for your flight here, right?”

 “Oh... I thought you were just talking about me, sorry about that...” The alcohol was finally leaving your system.

 “I would never say anything bad about you, Jagiya. And just so you know, the boys absolutely loved you.”

 “Really? Maybe I’ll come to your next lunch so I can apologize for leaving so quickly...” Namjoon’s warm hand gently squeezed your thigh.

 “Baby, there is nothing you need to apologize for. I do owe you something for speaking so rashly... “

 “I can think of some ways for you to make that up to me later, Joon...” A blush spread like wildfire across his cheeks, all while your mind began buzzing with all the ways you could make your boyfriend get a bit more comfortable with household chores.

********** That’s all, folks! Once again, sorry to @jeongcheol17 for taking so long on this request; I’m trying to get out of this writing slump I am in and this is the first scenario I have been genuinely excited about writing in a while! Thanks for requesting!

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So a smut where Vernon got in fight over you and you get mad and argue with him and end up having makeup sex (you totally do not have to if it makes you uncomfortable)

Posted!

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HELLO LOVELY!!! i found your blog due to your chan gang au and i'm! in!! love!!! i! love!! you!!! thank you for existing!!! 💗💗💗 ALSO i happen to be a texas sophomore marching band clarinet kid (yeehaw), so i was wondering what instrument you play?? 💗💗 xx

Hi there, fellow Texan! I play the bass clarinet for the Reagan Marching Band! I’m so happy to hear that you enjoyed the gang au, and if you ever wanna just talk and you have a tumblr dm me so we can talk about band, music, etc! :)

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Reconcile- Vernon Imagine (M)

Request; So a smut where Vernon got in fight over you and you get mad and argue with him and end up having makeup sex (you totally do not have to if it makes you uncomfortable)

Member/Group; Vernon of Seventeen

Genre; Smut

Author; Admin Cloud

 Hansol’s hand hung at your side, his arm loosely wrapped around your waist. He saw the way everybody had been looking at you; the black body con dress you had worn left little to the imagination, and he had made sure to show that you were his. Men had tried to approach you left and right, but Hansol sent them glares like punches which drove them away. That is, all of them except for one.

 “Hey little Mama, you looking for lap to sit on for the night?” You quickly rejected him, feeling Hansol’s grip tighten substantially.

 “No, I’m taken.”

 “Well, if he doesn’t mind, I’d love to show you what I can do to that little body of your behind closed doors.” He clearly would have said more, but his words of ‘wisdom’ were cut short by an angry fist barreling at his face.

 In a flash of broken glass and swinging arms, your boyfriend came out victorious. Of course, the man who has been trying to pick you up was now laying on the ground writhing in pain as he clutched his bleeding nose, but Hansol was considering the situation a complete win as he smugly rubbed his cracked knuckles. His little party was cut short by you grabbing his arm angrily and pulling him out of the bar.

 “Y/N, what the heck? I was defending you, shouldn’t you be thanking me?” 

 “What if he recognizes you and tries to sue the company? Or, he tries to sue us? We don’t have the money, Hansol!” He guiltily stared at his lap as you cranked the radio up louder, letting the sound of mellow jazz drown out your dissatisfied sighs.

 By the time you arrived at the house, you had slipped off your red stilettos and picked all the bobby pins out of your once-perfect up-do, opting to stomp inside the apartment rather than dedicate any time to speaking with your boyfriend. When you tried to slam the door closed, however, a familiar looking shoe blocked the corner of the door. Oh, how the tables have turned.

 “Jagiya~ If you want to be able to walk tomorrow, maybe you should just drop it and let me make it up to you~” He grabbed your wrist, looking into your eyes with his own chocolate colored orbs.

 “You have a right hand for a reason.” Hansol’s expression darkened, and he managed to slam the door and shove you up against the wall in what seemed like mere seconds.

 “You shouldn’t have said that, baby girl.”

 You couldn’t differentiate between fear and arousal in the moment; while Hansol seemed especially gruff tonight, he also seemed to feel guilty. On nights where he had been truly mad, he would already have you in bed by now; instead, he had you settled into the chair next to his work desk while he was off finding something. What he was looking for, you didn’t really know, but that did nothing to subside the pooling of liquid in your panties.

 “Take the dress off, Y/N.” Hansol had slipped back into the room, and in his hands he held a belt and a black, silky tie. “By the time I count to ten, you need to be on your knees ready to make up for that remark earlier.”

 Nervously gnawing on your lip, you quickly undid your zipper and practically fell in front of him. Avoiding his eyes was easy to do when you could instead choose to stare at your newly stripped legs. He must have sensed your nerves, leaning forward and rubbing a gentle hand on your knee while checking your body language to make sure that you were still okay with this. (A/N: Nothing is sexier than consent, ya’ll!) You smirked, and he quickly let his eyes darken once again, watching you scoot back on the bed.

 “Arms out, Kitten.” The leather belt tightened your wrists together, hooking your body to one of the bedposts. His silky tie was wrapped around your head securely, ensuring that you couldn’t see or slip off the barrier keeping you from using your sense of sight.

 “Hansol, please!~”

 “Call me Oppa, Kitten.” His hand found its way to your left breast and he firmly squeezed. A long moan escaped your swollen lips, but Hansol abruptly silenced you with a deep kiss. “Don’t make any sounds, or you won’t be allowed to cum tonight.”

 As Hansol continued to nip at your neck and squeeze at your chest with his left hand, his other nimble fingers made their way to your dripping heat. Wordlessly, he began slipping his digits in your slick folds with ease. Nothing was more difficult in this moment than avoiding making any noise. Of course, you began clamping down as you approached your high quickly, causing Hansol to harshly pull his fingers out.

 “The only thing making you cum tonight will be my dick, Kitten. Do you think you can handle that?” You whimpered a small ‘yes’, and he backed away to slip on a condom. The excitement dripping down your leg was warm in contrast to your now-cold skin, but there was nothing you could do. After all, you were a bit tied up at the moment. “Y/N, tell me to stop if it hurts.” He whispered in your ear, a stark contrast to his seemingly fuming demeanor.

 Within a single thrust, you were seeing stars behind the tie. A few moans slipped out here and there, but ll that seemed to matter at the moment was both you and Hansol reaching your highs. He sped up, progressively tightening his grip on your hips. That’ll definitely be bruised tomorrow...

 “Oppa, I-I need more!” Hansol grunted at your pleas, letting his right hand slip down to circle around your sensitive clit while his animalistic thrusts continued.

 “Let it go, Kitten.” His thrusts grew sloppy, and you finally fell off the edge you had been crawling towards for the past hour. Your inner walls seizing caused Hansol to finally halt, letting his seed coat the condom as he stroked your knotted hair. He got off the bed and discarded the used condom, padding back over to release you from all forms of confinement. With the belt no longer holding you up, you fell onto your side and released slow, deep breaths accompanied by Hansol petting your rear.

 “I love you, Y/N. I was trying to protect you, and I’m sorry that I let my jealousy get out of hand like that.”

 “Oh, I forgave you for that a while ago.” Hansol’s eyes bulged and he let out a small groan.

 “Well, maybe I’ll add that to the list of punishments you still need, Y/N.”

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I’M BACK!!! Send in some requests!

Hey y'all! I’ve been gone for a bit, but I’m finally back and ready to get to work writing some new requests! There are some older requests, but I’m really looking for a fresh idea to really get my brain going. Please, take the time to send in any request you would like! :)

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Chance Encounter- Jihoon Fluff

Request: Hi! So i saw that u wanted some requests and i may have an idea in mind. Maybe a jihoon fic where you meet by accidentally bumping into him, spilling coffee on him on the street. U didnt have much time bc u were late for work. You later meet again bc it turns out you work in mbc lol and they have a broadcast or some shit and he recognizes you and you can take it from there hehehe bonus if it's a bit lengthy and extra fluffy! Btw, I've read your soonyoung angst & can i just say 💯💔 i love it!

Member/Group: Jihoon (Woozi) of SVT

Author: Admin Cloud

A/N; I let this open in case y'all like it enough for a little 2nd part... so give me feedback, and I’ll write it!

   “Ms. L/N, would you please go fetch some coffee for us?”

   “Of course, Mr. Park! What would everybody like?” You fetched a notepad and jotted down everybody’s orders, smiling lightly as you did so. Most interns hate being deemed as a errand boy, but you knew that you would be able to secure a higher job if you worked hard and showed respect. After all, who would hire a reporter that doesn’t treat their higher ups with respect? “I’ll try to be back quickly.”

   The streets of Seoul were bustling; teens were walking to school, adults were driving to work, and shop owners were polishing the last of the dishes while dancing to the morning radio. It was times like this that made you pull out your earbuds and take a good look at the world around you. It was absolutely breathtaking.

   Your lack of focus seemed to be the downfall of your day, as you suddenly felt something solid collide with your body and the warm splatter of coffee across the collar of your new blouse. You’re eyes widened, but the young man standing in front of you had clearly suffered far worse; his dress shirt was soaked, and it was obvious that there were more than a dozen cups of joe that he had been taking with him.

   “I’m so sorry! I should have been watching where I was looking...” You patted a napkin across his shirt, a rosy tint painting your cheeks when you realized that you had been touching his chest and basically grappling onto his shoulders. He let out a small cough and you distanced yourself immediately.

   “It’s no problem, I’m sorry that I got coffee on you! I should have asked for a carrier.” He was humble, and you could’t help but find yourself drooling over his looks a bit. “My name is Jihoon, here is my number so I can pay you for the dry cleaning bill.”

   “But it isn’t your fault! It was completely mine.” 

   “Then text me when you're free, and we can work out a time to go to dinner as an apology for spilling my coffee.” He let a sly smirk out at the sight of your tomato colored face, and you both shyly waved goodbye and went your separate ways,

 Jihoon: hey, when are u free for some dinner? [14:39]

Y/N: Anytime is fine! In fact, if you want to meet up real quick and eat, that would work amazingly! [14:41]

Jihoon: Meet me by the Shake n’ Steak near the Cat Cafe tonight after you get off work. [14:42]

 You tucked your phone into the pocket of your slacks, straightening the hem of your blouse before continuing to file company paperwork. The thought of seeing the dark haired boy made your stomach do flips, and he hadn’t even really called this a date yet. Nevertheless, you were excited and took note to fix your makeup in the bathroom before leaving.

“Ms. L/N, be careful that you are putting those in the A-G file cabinet and not the H-Z one.”

 Looking down, the painfully dark label definitely did not read A-G.

 The work day had been painfully slow, but you could finally clock out and go meet your new acquaintance. You looked over your face in your powder compact one last time, slipped on the pair of dark stilettos you kept in your desk, and rubbed your lips together. After mustering up the courage to walk out of the office, you noticed a familiar head shuffling down the street.

 “Hey! Jihoon!” He turned, smiling and waving; You clutched you bag and timidly ran, but quickly lost your balance due to the heeled shoes on your feet. You closed your eyes, expecting the hit the ground, but you instead felt the warmth of a pair of arms holding you tightly.

 ‘Aish, Y/N, are you already falling for me?” He chuckled, balancing you and smiling. “Now, lets go sit down and eat before you trip again.”

The ‘date’ and gone very well; You and Jihoon felt a spark, and he had already made plans with you to go to the park for a picnic the next weekend. You were both taking it slow, as neither of you had even thought to ask what the other does for a living. Aish, what if he finds out I’m just an intern at MBC?

“Ms. L/N, we have a new rookie group coming in for an interview in an hour; You are going to be in charge of the whole thing. Make us proud, and you may just be able to get a spot as MC for a Weekly Champion episode.”

 “Yes, Sir. I will try my best!” You gathered your things, stepping into the room the interviews take place in. It was dark, but would soon be lit up by tons of studio lights. All you could really do was organize questions and a game before the boys showed up.

 This is exactly what you did for the next 45 minutes, until your work was interrupted by a light knock at the door.

 “Ms. L/N, they are here.”

 “Please, open the door and let them in while I finish the last queue card.”

 13 boys stumbled in, but one gasped and you just had to look at him. His dark, familiar eyes brought a blush to your cheeks, and you were overcome with embarrassment at his exclamation.

 “Woah, you work at MBC, Y/N?”

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where’s that pic of jimin wearing a striped shirt holding onto a bag of cheetos

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Hey! Would u mind if i request two wonwoo scenarios where the reader is very clumsy and not street smart. Like she keeps on accidentally getting herself into accidents so he has to always keep an eye on her. Like when they cross the road he always has to hold her hand. And the other one is the reader is a famous foreign actress/ singer and most of all dancer who happens to know how to speak korean. They meet in some sort of show and he sees her dance and wonwoo just finds her so cool. Ty!!!

It’s happening, Admin Sunshine is on the case!😄~Admin Cloud☁️

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Admin Sunshine ☀️

Hello Everybody! I’m admin Sunshine! I’m the new admin on this blog :) I prefer writing angst but I will write anything. Literally anything. I’m really excited to be a part of this account and I hope you guys like my writing! If you guys have any questions for me send them into our asks and make sure to mention my name and I’ll answer!

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66 Scenarios Later.

Today, I hit 700 followers. It has never been about numbers to me, but it hit me that maybe people do enjoy my writing. 

   When I started this blog 2 years ago, I was depressed. I had thoughts that were unhealthy, I struggled with body image, and I felt worthless. I decided to create a blog to feel like maybe somebody would benefit from my existence. I wasn’t expecting anything, but I received feedback that truly made me feel like I mattered. @ma-chaude-coreenne was a big supporter in general, and I love her to the end and back for sending me requests and talking to me when I needed inspiration.

   Though it will never be about numbers to me, I want to show my love to all 702 of you. You have stuck around, joined my family in a sense, and seen me grow as a writer and person; all I can say is thank you. I love you guys deeply, and here’s to the next 66 scenarios. <3

-Admin Cloud

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Mine, Except Not- Wonwoo Angsty Drabble *v short*

Request: Hi may I ask for a Wonwoo angst where he likes a member's girlfriend and it's ultimately hurting him

Member/Group; Wonwoo of SVT, ft. Seungkwan

Author: Admin Cloud

A/N; If any of ya’ll want to be an admin, message me with a link to your blog/your best work. I will be selecting 1-2 admins by the end of April. :)

   The way you smiled brought light to his life; the curvature of your lips, the wispy hair falling in your face, he loved it all. He loved the way you spoke softly in private but managed to be so outgoing around the boys. He loved the way you moved your hips seductively when your favorite song came on, usually by Bruno Mars. He loved you.

   You liked the way he laughed at your jokes; he treated you like his sister, he was always there when you needed him. You turned to him when you felt alone, always knowing that he would be willing to hear your worries and calm any nerves shocking your system. You liked his goofy dancing and the way he would let his voice reach a whole new depth anytime he answered the phone early in the morning. You loved being his friend, but you were in love with his band member.

   Seungkwan loved you; he loved the way you kissed him gently, the way you called his by his real name, the way you made him one with your body anytime the two of you were finally faced with alone time. He smiled when you tried to cook but managed to burn water, finally breaking down and ordering take out from the local Pizza Hut. He loved you, and you loved him.

   The pain was always there. The day when Seungkwan proposed and you said yes, the day you walked down the aisle in a beautiful white gown, and the day you both welcomed your first baby. There was pain when you announced Seungkwan was giving up his career to live a normal life with his wife and daughter, and even more pain when he saw the small baby visit them in Seoul that held a mixture of you and your husband’s features. He felt pain when you told him that the only way you and Seungkwan would be separated was when death did you part. He felt the pain breaking his heart.

   It could have been him; if he had the courage to ask you out first, if he hadn’t told you that Seungkwan liked you, if he had never introduced you to the band in the first place. This could have been his life, his family, and his happiness. Instead, he is left with unfamiliar bedmates, the bitter taste of his lonely morning coffee, and a cold bedside every morning. It could have been him, but it wasn’t; for you loved his bandmate, his bandmate loved you, and he was nothing but your friend zoned crush.

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Are you currently looking for someone to admin with you?

I’m not sure at the moment, but if you would like to apply for admin message me! I have been considering it for a while, but I need to figure out the guidelines before I do that. Hopefully, you all can help me decide if I should add another admin to this page!

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What part of Texas are you from? I'm from the panhandle.

I used to live in Huntsville, but now I live around New Braunfels... typical country kid I guess! 😂

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Where did all my asks go???

So…

As I’ve mentioned, I’ve been working the most insane hours for the past two weeks and as a result, I’ve hardly been online and haven’t been able to answer the asks that people have been sending in.  I finally have a little free time while I wait for some other work materials to come in and thought I’d use it to respond to you guys…

But all my asks are gone!  GONE!

I have that one that just came in a bit ago and have that very sad anonymous note I received (and posted a separate response to) but every thing else is G-O-N-E!!!

I know there were people who sent me some lovely comments that I wanted to thank, someone who was commiserating with me about Big Bang being locked away in the military for two years (*sniffles*), someone who said something untrue and fucking awful about my precious baby Daesung that I was going to yell at, questions about Conditioned, and other stuff.  Even the wonderful heartfelt notes you guys sent me when I was going through a really tough time and I had saved them to make myself feel better on bad days are all gone!

Now I’m sad.

Has this happened to any of you? 

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This happened to me a few days ago! If you don't see your requests being fulfilled, it might be because they are gone, so send in new ones y'all.😑