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helloo i saw that the ship requests were open is it still open??

Hiiii! We’ve actually been pretty dead lol we’re so sorry >< School and life really hit hard but yeah, ships are open! They might take a bit of time to be posted but feel free to request ^^

- Admin Boo

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Dear Carats and clouds.

It’s heartbreaking for me to write about this. But as almost all of you already know, we have lost an angel: Kim Jonghyun. Being a Shawol I cried when I found out, which is what most of you have probably done. In these events, I ask you to take a moment, even if you don’t stan SHINee, and give a moment of respect. I ask you to reach out to shawols and talk to them, support them, and be respectful.

And as a final request, I ask you to remember our Jonghyun as who he was and not what he did. Idols struggle in their lives and we don’t always know what happens behind the cameras. Jonghyun was an idol who struggled, but he had one of the brightest smiles, unique voices, loudest laughs, and happy personality. Remember him by that and celebrate his life.

If any of you need someone to talk to or have questions on how to reach out, my personal blog is open. Our bright shining star now shines brightly in the sky and we’ll always be 5SHINee. Carats thank you for your support and condolences, let’s get through this together and be together happily in the future.

- Admin Hippoes

Thank you to our lovely Admin Hippoes for writing this.

I will be honest with you and say that I was never a huge SHINee fan, but I have always admired them from afar and loved Minho as my bias. SHINee’s music and their bond will forever remain in my heart.

As for anyone who needs to talk, we are all here, I promise you. As someone who suffers from depression myself, I will understand. I will listen and I will do my best to help you. My personal ask box is open, just as much as our writing blog’s ask box is open too. Do not hesitate to reach out. 

I pray that all of you can be okay soon <3

- Admin Boo

Hello, my lovely clouds 💖 .......honestly I have no clue what to say. But I do want to say this: please take care. You are so so important. You are so full of talents, personality, stories. You are a work of art yourself. What happened today was so confusing and so unreal to me, my heart broke & would break even more if I knew one of you felt that way. If you do, I encourage you to speak out. Get help. We are only human- we cannot lift everything on our own ): if you need a friend, we gotchu. Don't be afraid to message me or the other admins bc we are here for you 💕 Heaven's gained another star today and I hope Jonghyun will burn the brightest in your memories because that is what he deserves. RIP Kim Jonghyun, you worked so hard. Thank you so much. You will always be our gem in the SHINEE World & the kpop world. 

- Admin Mochi 🌟

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Hi everyone! Happy December ❄ It's been so long but I really hope you all are staying warm & having a nice holiday so far! And if you are currently taking finals, good luck!! STRIVE FOR YOUR DREAMS :D

- Admin Mochi 🌟

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Recklessness (Dino)(Part 2)

Genre: Angst to fluff, Werewolf!Seventeen

Word Count: 2.8k words

Summary: Chan and the whole of Seventeen are werewolves - what would happen when they find out that Chan’s mate was kidnapped?

Requested by: a shy cloud ^^

PART 1

“Take him!” 

That was all that rang in your eardrums as you let out an earsplitting screech. In a second, werewolves from all corners of the room charged towards Chan; canines flashing, claws slashing, under the lone beam of spotlight illuminating his face, Chan’s expression was one of despair as he was restrained. It was a last-ditch attempt, really, that you had tried to lunge forward to his rescue, but you were swiftly held down by a vigilant baby werewolf of the pack. He shoved you onto the floor, forcing you to crumble to all fours, and you hissed at the searing pain that shot through your body. You circled your wrist around gingerly, head hung low as you buckled over with yet another violent shove. Ugh.

“Don’t touch even a strand of Y/N’s hair!” Chan growled, a blaze of indignation burning furiously in his eyes. He clenched his fist, struggling hard against the werewolves now restraining him, anger coursing wildly through his veins like waves on a rough sea. The veins on his arms popped, body convulsing, and his jaw locked itself into place. Expression grim, you watched on as the whites of his eyes turned yellow with rage, and his pupils dilated dangerously.

Chan was turning feral.

Short-lived, however. Snarling dangerously, a careless slash of claws then kept him in check. Chan staggered back, letting out howls that reverberated throughout the grim atmosphere of the room. You felt the pain as if your own. You howled back in agony.

“Don’t try, little Dino,” the old werewolf chuckled, stalking from his throne beside you to tower over Chan’s bent-over figure. “You’re mine now.”

“Any last words?” sniggered a werewolf from the crowd. No. No. There weren’t supposed to be any last words. He wasn’t supposed to leave you. No. Eyes widening, choking back a sob, you watched through a veil of tears as Chan struggled to heave himself up. 

“Y/N,” he whispered desperately, locking eyes with you. Your throat constricted upon seeing him up close. Through the barely-there strands of his ripped shirt, his condition looked gruesome - there were wide red gashes left gaping open on his torso, sharp lacerations on his arms, and Chan looked the weakest you had ever seen him be, even weaker than that one time you had seen him crying like a baby over an injection. Your heart broke.

The both of you were left alone as the other werewolves all retreated back. Now under the lone beam of spotlight in the room, you were both circled in by a tight ring formed by the enemy pack’s members. Both you and Chan were way too injured to pull anything off, but the enemy pack was still vigilant. You took a quick glance around you. There were no loopholes to escape from. Hissing at the stabbing pain, Chan then grabbed your attention as he shuffled a little to your side on his knees and placed his palm on your cheek. You looked into his eyes eagerly, searching his expression for any idea he might have to free the both of you, and leaned into the familiar warmth.

“Hey,” he continued, voice still lowered down to a whisper. His tone was laced with one of finality, and your only strand of hope snapped. You weren’t going to make it back together. “I’ll take this one for you, okay?” he caressed your cheek with his thumb, and gently wiped the stubborn tears that cascaded down your face. You weren’t supposed to cry. This can’t be a goodbye. You weren’t going to be weak.

“Look, you have to take care of yourself, find a way to escape, and run all the way back to the pack, okay? They will protect you-”

“Yo, mates, are you done babbling?” interrupted an annoyed voice.

“That’s enough,” ordered the head of the enemy pack.

Soon enough, two tough, sinewed werewolves then stood on the two sides of Chan and hooked their arms around his to drag him away, careless as if dragging a sack of flour. Perhaps that was how much Chan’s life valued to them - nothing more than $5. Face contorted by sorrow, Chan then mouthed something to you.

“I love you, Y/N,”

Crash.

“Not so fast,” announced a new voice. Seungkwan.

Whipping your head towards the sound source, you gaped at the scene presented before you. All twelve members of your pack, Turning into their werewolf form right there in front of you. Still gaping in shock, you then watched on as bones popped into place, and every single one of them crouched down and growled on all fours, landing one after another. Eyes all ablaze with determination, shoulders tense, all of them were ready to pounce and take on the full house ahead of them. 

It was majestic - lined up all in one horizontal line, all twelve werewolves were fearless, firm, and yet calm as if they were taking a stroll at the neighborhood park on a tranquil evening. 

It was stunning - figures all back-lit only by the meager light from the corridor outside, it was getting hard to tell the lines blurred between man and werewolf.

It was assuring; the thought that the both of you finally had backup had you let out a small sigh of relief. These were people you trusted with your life, and the knowledge that both you and your mate would be fine made you let your guard down a little.

A deafening silence.

Eye to eye, canine to canine. A shrill whistle then sliced through the thick band of stillness.

Charge!

Cue the sound of claws slowly unsheathing, echoing from all corners of the room as the clash of two rival packs unfolded right before your eyes. You could only look upon the confrontation before you with unveiled awe. All the tension, all the contempt, all the competitiveness - spontaneously shot out like from a gun, these fatal bullets struck both packs with a loud recoil. The room erupted into chaos. Werewolves were slashed, blood spilled, and howls reverberated throughout the room. Worry creased between the fine lines of your forehead, you quietly shifted to a far corner of the room, shaking with the effort to avoid the line of fire. Everything was a blur as figures sped past your eyes. Frantic, you searched the chaos desperately for just one familiar figure. Where could he be? Was he hurt? Did anyone manage to save him?

It wasn’t until you saw a motionless figure at the corner of your eye that your heart dropped, lips quivering.

Chan.

Chan, lying there, body curled into himself like a hermit crab into its shell.

Chan, whose eyes winked and sparkled like a night full of stars, whose eyes could drown you in its never-ending, deep abyss, now unconscious. Unknowing to anything and everything around him, not even jolting when another werewolf’s body slammed down right beside him. 

Chan, who only ever showered you with lots and lots of grins, happiness, and flowers - emotionless.

You let out an agonizing howl. It must have been that damned recklessness! That damned recklessness that landed him in this condition today! That damned recklessness that must have spurred him on to come after you! His damned recklessness to not pay attention to control himself at the sight of you hurting so he was hurt himself! It must have been that damned recklessness!

But it was the same recklessness, however, that had driven you to believe that you could somehow take on the werewolves from the enemy pack alone. Just because “they looked like they were born just yesterday”, right? So wrong. So, so wrong. It was all your fault. 

However, it was that same recklessness that now pushed you towards your mate, an urgent innate yearning to be closer to your injured partner among this battlefield.

Pained, you growled and launched yourself towards Chan’s figure. You couldn’t care less about the ongoing battle around you; weaving between the fallen bodies of injured werewolves as well as the silhouettes of those still in battle, you plopped yourself down beside Chan and rubbed at your eyes violently. The lone beam of spotlight was now directly shining upon the both of you, exposing you vulnerable, but you simply couldn’t care less. Chan. Chan. Chan. Gingerly, you held his least injured arm up and placed his palm on your cheek. It was still as warm as you remembered it to be.

You ignored all rushed comments of concerns from your own pack members in battle. Chan. Chan. Chan. 

“Chan,” you whispered, your pupils dilating and body trembling. “Please wake up,” you choked.

Silence.

That was when you allowed yourself to break down completely. It was all your fault for being this reckless - if it wasn’t for you overestimating yourself, Chan wouldn’t have come right into the center of your pack’s greatest enemy’s headquarters. Chan wouldn’t be hurt. He wouldn’t be unconscious here, in your arms. Chan would have been safe. You would have been safe. 

Looking up at the rest of your pack members risking their lives in battle for you, you swallowed difficultly against the growing lump in your throat. Everybody would have been safe.

It was all your fault.

Anger, regret, fear, grief - they all spiked through your chest like silver daggers. Every stab of emotion, every blow to your being, they all brought along an upsurge of boiling agitation. You could feel another foreign outburst approaching. The transformation from human to werewolf then didn’t come as much of a surprise - as soon as you felt the astringent ache in your joints, you clenched your fists and squeezed your eyes shut. As a baby, newly-Turned werewolf, you had minimal control of how and when you were to transform, and you would lose all aspects of your personality as a human in your werewolf form. You knew that all clearly, by heart. This was literally the worst time and place to be transforming, but you simply couldn’t detach yourself from the tides of sorrow and despair washing over you at the sight of a lifeless Chan. You were ready to let the transformation take over you when-

“Who let my baby cry?” muttered a weak voice. Your eyes instantly snapped open. At the sight of a smile from the Chan in your arms, albeit a weak one, you were then flooded with waves of relief and happiness. All contempt in you vanished alongside your peeking canines and claws - Chan was going to be okay! Sighing, you collapsed down to envelope him in an embrace, and let a small smile tug at the corners of your lips. A light bulb lit above your head. Right - werewolves also had amazing healing abilities under our belt. Running your fingers across his barely-covered torso, your eyes glittered with beads of tears winking in the spotlight. Most of his wounds had taken its time to heal! He was going to be fine!

“Who else?” you begrudgingly replied, “are you going to compensate me?” you breathed into his side, turning your face to place your right ear right over his heart.

Chan flickered his gaze downwards, locked eyes with you, and there it was - the same pair of windows that had led you to worlds and worlds away, one that brought you away from reality, alight once again. Your heart expanded and filled to the brim with warmth at that sight. “Well, if you’d accept this as compensation,”

Your lips against his. Soft. Mellow. Loving. Comforting. Wrapping your arms around his torso hesitantly at first, it was with tender affection that he coaxed you out of your then still trembling state, and you relaxed into his arms finally. Everything around you slowed down; growls of werewolves in battle that was previously deafening now faded into the background, blurry figures that previously zoomed past so fast it made your head throb now vanished into thin air, and the only thing you could focus on now was the feeling of his lips against yours. Soft, mellow, loving, and comforting among this absolute chaos. The both of you let out contented sighs and smiled into the kiss.

Turns out, however, that it wasn’t just you who had everything around you slow down to a stop. Soon, cheery whoops could be heard around you, and you reluctantly pulled away from the comfort of Chan. You blinked, baffled at the sudden pause in events. All your pack members, now in human form, were surrounding the both of you in a tight circle and looking down with fond gazes - in spite of the blood, all splattered on their bodies. Was it all over? Were all of you going to be safe? What’s going on?

Jihoon sniggered at your confusion. “Come on, the both of you could have brought that somewhere else,”

You blushed furiously at that comment. Ah, it seems that they saw it all. Cheeks a wild crimson red, eyes darting to look anywhere but Chan, you faked a cough to mask your embarrassment. Before you could fire back a retort, however, a grave Seungcheol nudged his way through the crowd.

Clapping twice curtly, Seungcheol called for everyone’s attention. “Good job this time, pack, but we have to leave before the head of the enemy pack returns with more reinforcements,” Seungcheol said, “Three by three, get into the van. Quick!”

You heeded the command immediately. Supporting a still weak Chan while limping yourself, you had shuffled forward slowly but surely, only to have your hand around Chan lifted from the back, then replaced with a much sturdier support. Mingyu.

“Let me help, Y/N,” muttered an abnormally quiet Mingyu. “I’m sorry. I’m half to blame for both your injuries.”

Chan merely patted Mingyu’s back dismissively, and said, “I think we all are to blame for what happened,” he chuckled, ”but I don’t think that’s what that matters now. We’re all fine, aren’t we?” grinned Chan lightly.

“Yeah,” smiled Mingyu through pursed lips as you three all reached the van. “I guess so. I think I ought to leave both of you love birds together, right?”

At this moment the both of you were already frantically trying to mask your embarrassed giggles. “Thanks, Mingyu,” the both of you chorused as you plopped down in the back seat. Letting out yet another contented sigh, you melted into Chan’s open arms and nuzzled his neck as you felt the corners of his mouth tugging up into a relieved smile.

“I can’t believe you just charged in there bare handed, Chan,” you muttered, lightly poking his sides and wrapping your arms around his waist tighter. You shuddered at the memory of a lifeless Chan, and squeezed your eyes together, willing yourself to forget about that scene. Chan was right here now, safe and sound. He was safe. 

Chan smirked triumphantly. “I looked cool, didn’t I?”

You looked up at him in disbelief. “Cool? You could’ve gotten yourself killed in there, Chan! If it wasn’t for the rest of our pack members-”

“I just couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, Y/N,” Chan interrupted, pressing a light kiss to the crown of your head. “You’re my mate, Y/N,” he paused and pulled away to look into your eyes. “What would I do without you in my life?”

At that confession, you felt as if you were going to combust into flames in that instant. Pursing your lips, you felt a warmth spread throughout your whole body like ink diffusing in water, and you pressed a brief kiss to Chan’s jawline before hiding your face in the crook of his neck fiercely.

“You and your recklessness, I swear,” you reprimanded Chan with a muffled voice, and the van came to a stop. Finally, our own headquarters. You felt like you could get used to the idea of sleeping for three whole days after such an event, honestly.

“You got lucky this time, okay Chan? You have got to be more careful next time. Think before doing anything, don’t just charge out at any given opportunity-”

A peck. “Got it, babe,” Chan chuckled and supported the both of you towards the front door.

That night, under the streetlight in front of the building, the both of your silhouettes pulled longer and longer as you strode into the front door. Lines were blurred, shadows merged, and the both of you got back safely to be fussed over by the medics in the headquarters. Sometimes, I guess, some form of recklessness would be necessary to add some spice to life. Such an adventure was sure to be unforgettable, especially for the both of you.

“Hey,” Seungcheol’s voice floated out then, “Next time I think I could use to not having to clean up after all of your messy backs,” he said, a pout and annoyance evident. A pause of silence, then the building erupted in booming laughter.

“We know you still love us, pack leader!”

A/N: The expected happy ending. Yay! Hope that that was a good read for y’all, clouds! ^^

-Admin Sapphire ^_^

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Happy Bday, Admin Sapphire!

Here’s a few lil messages from our Admins to you, darling! @ Clouds, please wish our glowing Sapphire a Happy birthday!

jia!! 💕 first of all, thank you so much for dedicating your time & imagination to this little blog, I love each and every story you write. you’re such a sweet person to work with & you always got my back when it comes to random singing 😉😂 thank you for bringing your bright spirit to this team! happy happy happy birthday to you 🎂 ! you deserve the best things today. have fun today & get cake wasted!! LOL 💕 xo.

- Admin Mochi

Jia! Thank you so much for becoming a part of this blog, sweetheart. You’ve brought with you so much radiance and energy that a lot of the time it’d be transferred on to us haha. You’re such a talented and hardworking writer and human being! You never failed to write a marvelous scenario and your ships were always on point! Also, thank you for coming to me when you’d see that I wasn’t feeling well and spamming me with Vernon pics >< Bless your heart. I wish you all the success & happiness in the world because you deserve it so much! I hope your birthday goes well and you have lots of fun and good food ahaha~ Love you!

- Admin Boo

Happy birthday, Jia, I hope you have an amazing day and an amazing year. Thank you for always being positive and uplifting.

- Admin Hippoes

The Intern sends their best regards!!!

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Hello! I really liked ur Chan scenario "eternity couple"! I was wondering if I could request another supernatural type of scenario for Chan? Where Chan and the Seventeen members are werewolves and Chan's mate gets kidnapped by the enemy pack? If you can, can you please make it really angsty but have a happy ending? Sorry for the inconvenience and if you don't want to do the request it's totally fine! Thanks! :*

Heeey there lil cloud! We are so sorry for the delay in this request (amongst others ><) but here it is! Big thanks to our lovely admin Sapphire for taking the initiative in writing this story! Hope you like it! ^^

- Admin Boo

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Recklessness (Dino)(Part 1)

Genre: Angst to fluff, Werewolf!Seventeen

Word Count: 1719 words

Summary: Chan and the whole of Seventeen are werewolves - what would happen when they find out that Chan’s mate was kidnapped?

Requested by: a shy cloud ^^

With an agonizing howl came a panting Mingyu, shape-shifting as he burst through the front door. Shoulders tensed and eyebrows furrowed, it was an unusual sight - the sight of a usually cheeky Mingyu storming across the meeting room was rare, has never happened even, and it alerted the pack. The previously pleasant hum of chatter in the room died down.

“What happened, Mingyu?” asked Seungcheol solemnly, slowly rising from his position at the end of the long meeting table. Mingyu had been dispatched on a mission just a while ago to tame yet another rogue werewolf, and there weren’t supposed to be any complications.

“It’s Y/N,” reported Mingyu with a strained voice. Everybody in the room visibly held their breaths. Glances were cast in Chan’s direction.

“What happened?” prompted an irritated Seungcheol, “Cut to the chase, we don’t have much time.”

Mingyu took a deep breath. “The rogue werewolf - he was Turned by our enemy pack-”

“And let me guess,” Jeonghan interrupted, ice-cold gaze shooting daggers at the cowering werewolf, “so as you and Y/N tried to tame that werewolf, a few members of the enemy pack also came by.”

“I immediately dragged Y/N and started running, I swear!” defended an anxious Mingyu, “I learned my lesson and didn’t face them head on,” murmured Mingyu guiltily, looking down to pick at his fingers.

A figure shot past everyone.

“Chan!” roared Seungcheol. Staring at the lone rotating chair he had left in his wake, he could feel his blood boiling, his veins popping, as anger coursed through him. He was livid. Their youngest had always been reckless - acting before thinking, and while that enthusiasm saved the normally way too cautious pack a lot of hesitation and time, this time it was different. They were dealing with an enemy pack - their biggest and most dangerous enemy pack, even. It wasn’t a joking matter.

Worrying his bottom lip against his peeking canines, Seungcheol growled dangerously, but Jihoon beside him just tugged on his wrist calmly. He darted a calculative gaze towards the swaying door.

“You know it, Cheol, it wasn’t as if anybody could stop him in the first place.”

Krriiiiiing.

"Y/N? Is that you?

"Chan," somebody sobbed over the line, "don't come for me, they'll hurt you!"

The figure moved swiftly and noiselessly, weaving his way through labyrinths of run-down apartments and narrow alleyways. It had been 12 minutes since he received that call, and he was running out of time.

12:12, the city clock had read.

The figure picked up his speed, spearing through the thick, stale night. He had no time to waste.

Sweat beading on his eyebrows, the sinews on his back rippling in the dim moonlight - he didn’t let anything slow him down. Could not let anything slow him down. Not the way his lungs were burning for oxygen, not the way all four of his paws had cuts and abrasions; certainly not the way tears streaked down his face as he thought of his lover.

Time was running out.

He could not have mistaken that whimper in that voice call to be of anybody else. Gaze hardening and jaw tightening, Chan tore through veil after veil of clothing lines in the suburbs in that moment, heart pounding against his ribcage. His shirt was long ripped through as he shifted. his determination burning through every ounce of his matter, and only remnants of it stuck to his toned body as he sprinted. The cold of the night bit his cheeks. As he increased his speed, the frost did nothing more than threaten to rip off chunks of it.

5 minutes left.

Left, right, left, right, sharp turns one after another, and the figure finally slowed down to a stop. Lifting his head, he surveyed the building before it, then hauled himself over the fence with easy grace. It was relatively easy to break into this dilapidated ruin of a mansion.

Nothing.

It was simply unusual for him to be able to enter this easily. No familiar sound of the unsheathing of claws, no silent knife to the throat with whispered threats of death - not even an alarm or a growl. The ploy he had been after was one that was planned meticulously - he must have missed something out. Cautious, he bared his canines, shifting back to human form, and pushed through the heavy tension.

But there was absolutely no movement. His ears twitched. Intrigued, Chan then quirked his eyebrows and analyzed the situation before him.

The only sounds were of the crickets, serenading the night away; the cars, from the buzz of the faraway city center, and the night breeze, finally kicking in, whooshing alongside the swoosh of the drain right beside the mansion. There was absolutely no other movement until he held his breath long enough. A faint whisper reverberated through the eerily quiet hallways of the mansion.

A trap, a voice at the back of his head screamed. A trap!

Although naturally, he could not resist the temptation. Padding his way through the long corridors, he pushed the door open. It was oddly one of the most well-maintained ones; the reason behind soon presenting itself right before him.

Chan shifted and shouldered the door open.

“Hello, dear little Dino,” boomed a looming silhouette, “I see you have come for your lover,” he smirked.

“What do you want?” Chan squinted dangerously, a feral gaze taking over. The silhouette took a step forward, recognizing the recognition, and the room lit up.

The sight before him was overwhelming.

A whole room of werewolves. Werewolves, of all kinds, all colours of fur, of all ages - all right in front of him and staring right through his form. Chan felt a gorge rising at the base of his throat. That was indeed you, his mate, chained up in the middle of the room.

“Let Y/N go,” he croaked out, steeling himself. He had to be strong. Staring right into the piercing gaze of the old haggard, Chan willed himself to be strong. This wasn’t your war, and you weren’t supposed to be involved. You were his mate. A baby pack member. He was supposed to protect you.

Staring right at your form kneeling beside the head of the enemy pack, however, he knew then that he failed.

He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.

Chan closed his eyes in resignation. He raised his hands up high, retracting his claws and canines.

“Take me instead!” he roared.

“Very well,” the werewolf in the middle smirked, “I’d say that you’re one with wit, saving us all the energy by jumping over the struggle,” he chuckled, “Very well, little pup.”

“Take him!”

A/N: Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve put out content…HAHA but this is new genre for me, honestly, and I hope you guys will enjoy reading it!! Shoot us some asks to tell us about what you thought about this - constructive criticisms are very much appreciated too! :”)

-Admin Sapphire ^_^

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omg it's been so long since i've been on this blog.....if you're reading this, i hope you're doing alright 💕 hope everyone's halloween went safely 🎃🍂

- Admin Mochi ✨

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hi just out of curiosity will you guys be continuing vernon's more than meets the eye?

Hi! No, we won’t be. That scenario only has 2 parts~

- Admin Boo

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Hello~! I'm absolutely in love with this blog I can't even ㅠ ㅠ could I request a scenario where it's with Joshua and it takes place in Australia ?? - with fluff (your choice of fluff ;; ) ~ Smol anon (take as much time as you need I don't want to rush you ! )

Heeey! I am so glad that you love our blog, bless you sweetie <3 

Here’s  an extra fluffy Josh scenario for you! I am sorry this took so long >< Writer’s block is no joke.

- Admin Boo

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One Call Away (Joshua)

Genre: Fluffidy Fluff, College!AU

Word Count: 1488

Summary: You spend your days in college, while your boyfriend tours the world, but he’s always one call away.

Requested by: Our lovely Smol anon

A/N: AAAAy guess who actually wrote something?! I can’t believe i’m back from my writer’s block hole. I am so sorry for not being as active as i’d like to be but I thank all those of you who’re patient with me and with us and thank you for loving this blog! I hope you enjoy this sappy/cheesy af scenario ><

- Admin Boo

Going to college in Sydney wasn’t a bad idea at all. No, in fact, it was the best idea ever, because that’s how you’d met Joshua in the first place. It was a miracle running into him that summer on the Tamarama to Bronte walk.

Ever since then, that place became your favorite and you’d spend your weekends admiring the sights that the walk had to offer. It was the perfect reading place as well. On rainy days, you’d go to one of the cafes and enjoy a cup of tea, calling Joshua in the process.

“Heeeeey, baby!”

Joshua’s voice sounded from the screen of your phone. Another skype session. If it wasn’t skype, it was FaceTime, if it wasn’t FaceTime, it was LINE. One way or another, (despite his busy schedule) he always managed to find the time to call his favorite girl.

“Hey,” you smiled, curling your fingers around your cup of tea. “How’s the tour going?”

“Great, great,” he replied, ruffling his soft brown locks. His eyes were bright like diamonds and his smile made you feel warm inside. Joshua never failed to make you feel better when you were overwhelmed with work.

“How’s college? I hope you’re not stressing yourself out again? Are you?” he asked sweetly.

“Not at all,” you replied. “I just miss youuuuu.” 

He chuckled at your cuteness. The way you’d pout when you’d tell him how much you missed him was too pure for this world.

Of course, he’d pout back, sweetly, “I miss you toooo.”

You both broke into a fit of cushy laughter, not minding your surroundings and heard one of the members, whose voice you recognized as Vernon’s, yelling out from behind Joshua.

“Josh, bro! We’re going out to eat. C’mon!”

Your boyfriend turned around, giving Vernon a slight nod and turning back to you with an apologetic smile. Noticing the slightest frown on your face, his brows shot up - an idea popping into his head.

“How about I take you out on a date?” he asked. A loving smile lining his lips.

“A date?” you questioned, thinking of all the possible ways that would be impossible. “Like a skype date?” you added, raising a brow comically.

“Like a skype date,” he echoed. “Pick you up at six tomorrow?”

You couldn’t wipe the smile of utter disbelief from your face, but you looked forward to your “date”. Whatever Josh had planned seemed so unattainable and yet, you did spend almost every day on the phone with him, so of course you agreed. 

He blew you a quick kiss, told you he loved you and hung up. 

You could barely stop smiling throughout the entire day and night, thinking about your boyfriend. It has been so long since you’ve seen him, got to hold him, kiss him... This was the closest you’d get to being on an actual date with him, as ridiculous as it sounded. Skype date, you chuckled.

Just as he’d promised, at exactly six o’clock in the evening, he called. 

“Shuaaaa,” you cooed.

“Y/N! You look beautiful, as always.”

He wasn’t wrong. You’d picked out one of your favorite sweater dresses that fell just below your knees, hugging your body tightly. To complete the outfit, you wore a pair of black tights and knee-high boots paired with your rose coat.

The call started with waving your hands around a lot and giggling, amongst other things, like little kisses being blown. God, I love this sappy nerd so much, you thought.

“You look handsome as always, boyfriend,” you pointed out, a huge grin spreading across your face. A grin that immediately transferred to his lips.

“So, I’ve totally planned this out,” he started, “We’re going to where we first met.”

“The walk?” you said automatically.

“Yeaaah!,” he smiled enthusiastically, “You remember!”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, smiling “How could I forget?”

That day was a sunny one, in contrast to today’s gloomy weather. You remembered how Joshua almost crashed into you because his gaze was plastered to the screen of his phone.

To your relief, he didn’t, but your shoulders did brush and being the gentleman that he is, he apologized even for such an insignificant thing. You weren’t sure if it was his voice or his piercing gaze that caught your attention that day, but you fell instantly. 

Only later did he tell you, he’d fallen too, in that exact same moment. Talk about “meant to be.”

You walked all the way from home, which wasn’t far away and finally reached the famous Tamarama to Bronte walk. The exact spot where you’d met Joshua. It was funny how both of you could remember those little details, but somehow you did. Throughout your walk from home, people would turn heads because even though you wore your headphones, you were loud. Not that you really paid much attention to it. You were completely engulfed in your little date and nothing could ruin that.

It really felt like he was there, which was nice. Missing him wasn’t fun and the one thing you’d wished for every day since you last saw him was to see him yet again. Seeing him right now, even through a small screen, was as good as it was going to get.

You sat down on the nearest bench and turned the camera towards the beach. The sky was lined with gray clouds, looking like they were reflecting the grayish water beneath them.

“Looks like it’s going to rain,” you pouted. 

“Aw, I'm sorry the weather isn’t as great as it was back then,” Joshua said.

“That’s fine. At least you’re here,” you smiled and then caught yourself, “well, not really here here, but, yeah.”

For multiple reasons you couldn’t help but frown and like an unwelcomed burden, the rain started pouring down.

“I wish I could be,” he frowned as well and as if the rain and gloomy weather weren't enough, your screen froze and the connection cut off.

“Josh? Josh!” you whined. “Oh c’mon.”

The rain worsened, leaving you almost soaked and there was nowhere to hide. Lucky you also didn’t think to bring an umbrella.

You got up, hoping to retrace your steps and get away from the rain as quickly as possible. In the midst of all this scurry you didn’t even think to put your phone back into your pocket. It slipped off your lap and right into a puddle that had formed in a matter of seconds. 

“No, no, no, no, no,” you crouched down, barely holding in the tears, “please. Anything but the damn phone.” Clumsily reaching for it you tried wiping it with the edge of your sleeve but to no avail. 

The rain was relentless, practically flooding everything around you. People scurried back home, or towards the nearest coffee shops. They held newspapers and bags over their heads or whatever else they could use as an umbrella substitute and you were crouching over a puddle, getting soaked from above.

Could this get any worse? you thought as you wiped the tears, or rain (you couldn’t tell anymore) off your face and then the rain seemingly stopped. You looked up to see a bright pink umbrella hovering over your head, the stranger’s face hidden by it.

“Are you okay down there?” the stranger asked. The voice sounded really familiar and you could’ve made it out if it wasn’t for the loud whooshing of the raindrops around you.

“Y-yeah, I'm good,” you wiped off invisible dust off your knees and slowly got up, the umbrella following you, “can’t say the same for my pho--”

The words froze in your throat when you saw the warm smile of your boyfriend beaming down at you. You’d almost forgotten how tall he was.

“Josh!” you gasped, “What are you--? How? When?” the questions seemed endless and you wanted to hug him, kiss him and just hold onto him for as long as possible.

Every inch of his face said the same. He briefly explained that he’d wanted to surprise you since it’s been so long, so he flew over to Sydney last night. And the connection breaking down gave him a perfect opportunity to get to you without you figuring it out.

“But the rain kinda made things worse and you got all soaked, I'm so sorry,” he apologized, looking as innocent as a puppy. 

You shrugged, “It was totally worth it and I'm already soaked so I wouldn’t mind doing this.”

You flung your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and planted the longest kiss on his lips. He was a little stunned since the umbrella's balance flailed, which made you both chuckle, but neither one of you broke off the kiss. 

The two of you just stood there; umbrella on the floor, arms around each other, hair messed up and completely wet but it was totally worth it because he was right there with you.

[cloud17dreams]

Happy Birthday, Admin Mochi!💖🎂🎉

A big happy birthday to our loveliest, sweetest admin Mochi from all of us here! Thank you so much for creating this awesome blog! Dear clouds, please send lots of love her way! Below is some love from our admins to you, dear Mochi <3

Admin Boo: Sissy, I am so proud of you for starting this blog all on your own and coming to where you are. Thank you for being patient with all of us and being a super duper writer! I hope your day is filled with sunshine, happiness and lots of yummy food (and gummy bears, yes). I love you so much! Happy birthday! 

Admin Hippoes: Bro, Happy Birthday. I hope it’s a great day for you and brings a great year ahead too.

Admin Sapphire: HI MOCHI HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASDFGHJKL 💕 💕 💕 really really thankful that I got to meet you in this past year and you've been such an amazing person to talk to 😭😭 have an amazing birthday!! ^_^

P.S. Our dearest Intern is on a plane rn but I'm sure she’ll wish Mochi a happy birthday a bit later~

[cloud17dreams]

Hi my name is Diornee and I was wondering who you ship me with in Seventeen? 😅 I'm 5'4 and I'm a libra, people often describe me as a quiet and artistic person who is really sweet and kind. When I'm around people I'm comfortable with, I'm always up for adventures, trying different things and making people smile. I'm very imaginative & also very clumsy even if I'm already wearing glasses LMAO. Sadly I have both depression and anxiety, and I'm really sensitive so yeah.. Thanks SM and LOVE YA BOO

I ship you with Jun!

Okay, you and Jun would be like the sweetest couple and by sweet, I mean with a cherry on top! Jun is both quiet and fun! I feel like when he’d be with his s/o he’d be a little more open and would definitely love to go camping in the middle of the week or something like that lol. He has this very beautiful personality that would flourish in a relationship. He would always alwaaaays make you smile (and blush. Trust me.) I can see you guys going on little adventures and I feel like in your case you two would consider a trip to the ice cream shop an adventure, as long as it’s the two of you. Dates and nights in with him would be filled with laughs and random jokes, also y'all would probably knock over a cup or two while trying to cook lol but hey, it’s all good. Clean it up together, right? xD Jun would do everything in his power to distract you from your depression and anxiety and being there for you no matter what. I think he would also be super careful not to make you cry like ever (and I mean would he even?). He’ll always have a pack of tissues in his pocket just in case tho ;)

Hope you liked your ship! P.S. Love your name and LOVE YA TOO <3

- Admin Boo

[cloud17dreams]

Hi! I recently came across your blog and I love your writing so much❤. I'm curious if you can make a scenario with Minghao where he takes you around his hometown in China and he tells you his favorite spots and little memories etc. Thank you, ❤.

HI HELLO THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG, RIGHT? Thank you so much for being so patient, it’s finally up and done! I hope you like it! And thank you thank you for loving the blog! Sending all the love right back to you!! 💖

- Admin Mochi ✨

[cloud17dreams]

other home. || the8

summary: late night adventure with the8 in his home city c: fluffy. word count: 1500+!! requested: HI EVERYONE OMG IT'S BEEN SO LONG. honestly i'd be surprised if anyone's still here hahaha but this was req'd by a shy cloud! enjoy! - Admin Mochi ✨

Never in your life have you ever felt so nervous. You could hear your heart pumping loudly and your stomach filling up with a million butterflies, like you were on a rollercoaster at a theme park. You twiddle your hands in your lap and peer out the window as your boyfriend spoke Mandarin in the background, leaning forward to pass money over to the taxi driver. You were barely paying attention, only staring up at the inane apartment building in front of you that was so intimidating.

This is it....this is where I'm going to make the biggest blunder of my life.

"Y/N?" you jump in surprise at the sound of Minghao's voice and turn to face him. The boy grins in amusement at you, his eyes scrunching up. "You can open the door now."

It takes you a second to realize he means the taxi door. "O-oh. Right." You meekly chuckle and lift up the handle, pushing the door open. Fresh air and sunlight hits you as your shoes hit the pavement. You and Minghao go over to the back of the cab and help the driver extract your suitcases from the trunk.

Once everything was out, you both thank the driver and then turn around as he drives away. As you're looking up, gulping, Minghao glances over at you. "You ready?" He asks. You hesitate at your boyfriend's question, looking over to meet his golden brown eyes- your own filled with worry.

"Hao....what if they don't like me?" You fret, a pout on your lips as Minghao reached over to fix the collar of your shirt and tuck a strand of your hair down.

Minghao pauses, finally looking you straight in the eye. "Y/N. Stop worrying," Minghao smiles then. "They're going to love you." He loops an arm around your shoulders and begins to pull you forward.

"W-well, how do you know? What if-"

"Because." Minghao interrupts, pecking the side of your head. "I like you."

Needless to say, Minghao's response was of zero help to your nerves. But it was too late to chicken out- because now, you both were in front of his family's apartment. You stand stick-straight as he knocks one, two, three times.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out-

The door was opened almost immediately. A woman in her early forties appears, her face lighting up when she realizes who her guests are. From her golden brown eyes and slim figure- you knew this was your boyfriend's mother.

"Minghao!!" Mrs.Xu exclaims, throwing her arms around her only son. "We missed you so much!!"

"I missed you all too, Mom!!" Minghao replies, a huge smile on his face. A soft smile you couldn't help spreads across your own lips, seeing how happy your boyfriend was. The two part and his mother's attention is suddenly on you, her smile growing even wider.

"Mom, this is Y/N. My girl/boyfriend." Minghao introduces, beaming proudly as he takes your hand.

You smile at the woman and greet her politely in Mandarin, just like you've been practicing for the past month. Minghao's mother grins in approval and responds with a polite greeting as well. She looks at her son and says something you can't quite catch but know it must be something good because Minghao is nodding, grinning.

She then beckons you both to come in and you both pick up your suitcase handles, rolling them inside while taking off your shoes.

The apartment is simple but pretty. A kitchen is to your left while the rest of the room serves as the den. White walls, clean floors, a glass door that leads onto the balcony. You could see plants were on the patio, soaking up the summer rays.

Minghao retires his suitcase near the shoe rack and you follow his example, shyly trailing after him as he makes his way to the couch. You notice Mrs.Xu had gone somewhere else in the house, leaving the two of you alone.

You take a seat next to Minghao, sitting primly as you looked around. Lots of picture frames were mounted on the walls and so, you occupy yourself. You catch yourself smiling as you watch the photographs depict your boyfriend from the day he was born to the young artist he was today- his posters were even put up along with a few choice fantaken pictures that his parents probably found on the Internet.

Minghao tugs on your hand then and you look over, kind of melting at the soft smile he was giving you. It was reassuring, a silent way of asking if you were okay. You smile back, letting him know you were.

The two of you look up, hearing the sound of footsteps. Mrs.Xu was back, her husband in tow. He had Minghao's face and smile. Standing up, you both greeted him. Mr.Xu reached out for his son first and embraced him tightly. Just like with his wife, Minghao introduces you to him and the smile Mr.Xu gives you reminds you so much of Minghao's- warm and inviting. He shakes your hand and then Minghao's mother is calling from the kitchen, telling you both to sit down and eat.

Mission Meet the Parents: accompli.

"That wasn't so bad, right?" Minghao asks as you're both making up your beds. Seperate airbeds, of course.

When you both arrived in Anshan, it had been around 5:30 pm. Now it was 7:30 pm. Dinner had gone well and even though Minghao had to translate for you 80% of the time, it had been a great time. His parents were so kind and patient and funny, it was obvious where Minghao had gotten it all from.

"No, it wasn't." You reply as you smooth the top of your comforter down. "Your parents are so nice, Hao."

"Told you."

You roll your eyes, smiling. "Yeah, yeah...."

After Minghao fixes his blanket, he rolls over the width of his bed like a ninja. Quick as a flash, his hands shoot out and yank at your waist, bringing you down onto his bed with a yelp of surprise. Giggling, you both lay on your backs, gazing at each other with adoration.

"Hey." You whisper sternly, focusing in on his orchid eyes. "No funny business. Your parents are next door."

Minghao chuckles and kisses your cheek. "Alright, boss."

It's quiet for a while as you both stare at each other contentedly. "Y/N?"

"Hmm?"

"I know we're kind of tired but can I take you somewhere really quick?"

"Hao, where are we going?" You ask as the two of you walk down the dim, almost-empty street. The sound of your sneakers tapping against concrete mingled with soft breathing are the only sounds you can hear. You fiddle with the strings of the hoodie Minghao had pulled over your head before leaving, the thick fabric soft and protective against the cool night.

"You'll see!" Your boyfriend says with a sweet smile. He takes your hand and pulls you forward, tucking you under his arm. "It's one of my favorite places. I used to come here all the time before I moved to Korea."

"Oh, okay."

The two of you continue to stroll and talk, with you leaning into Minghao's body. Along the way, he would point to different shops and buildings, closed down for the night.

"That's my middle school. I honestly think the best part of living nearby was that I got to sleep in and wake up at 7:30. High school sadly killed my dreams."

"It doesn't look like much but that shop sells some great ice cream."

"Oh, that's the park! I use to skateboard a lot and that's where the festival is always held and we got to dance every year."

"That café is a puppy café. We can go tomorrow, if you like."

Maybe twenty minutes later and the streets are starting to get more filled as you both approach the heart of his town. A businessman passes by and then two college-age girls giggling to each other. The look they gave Minghao didn't go unnoticed- it wasn't a surprise that people recognized him. He was The8 of Seventeen, after all.

"Babe, look!" Minghao says excitedly, pointing at one of the many kiosks across the street. Steam emulates from the cart and you couldn't read the characters on the sign but you could see the produce.

"Ooh tornado fries!!" You grin and begin to pull him towards the greasy sticks of potato-y goodness.

Minghao orders two when you both get there and while waiting, you look around. It was probably 8 pm and the marketplace was still pretty filled with different types of people purchasing things. The air was a little thick, thanks to the steam, but you could see the twinkling stars and the neon lights from stores and clubs that add to the nightlife feel.

"Here." Minghao passes you your stick and you two are off again, going in the opposite direction.

"Turn here." The slim boy tells you, halting to a stop in front of a dark alley.

You look at Minghao with a smirk. "Hey, hasn't your mom taught you to never lead someone into an empty alley alone?"

"Yeah, but what if that someone is my significant other?" Minghao says with a cheeky smile and tugs on your hand. "Come on. You trust me, right?"

And so the two of you walk down and at the end, Minghao reveals a ladder. He lets go of your hand and you watch as he jumps onto the Dumpster that's positioned underneath. With one quick hop, he's holding onto the bottom rung, his feet swinging in the air until it gives way with the help of weight and gravity.

Minghao fixes the ladder then looks at you with excitement bright in his eyes. "Come on!"

You follow suit and climb up after the slim boy. The metal rungs shiver underneath your feet but you venture on, trusting that you wouldn't fall to your death.

Soon, you were at the top and Minghao was waiting, pulling you up. Once on your feet, you could see you were on top of the roof. And from here....

Your jaw silently drops in amazement as you step closer to the railings to get a better look.

It was a view of Minghao's city, a whole panorama filled with small bright lights, winding streets, and tiny people making their way to their destinations.

"We're on top of my old dance studio." Minghao informs you. You peer back and see that he too is in a trance, the city lights reflecting in his irises.

"Ohh, cool," You turn back around. "I can certainly see why you loved it here. It's so relaxing."

You continue to talk as Minghao sidles up next to you. "I mean, it's kinda crazy. Everyone's so busy and yet we're standing in this place, just looking down."

"Yeah," Minghao chuckles, looking out with you. Again, it’s quiet.

"They say your home is where the heart is." Minghao says after a while as he comes over to wraps his arms around your waist, propping his chin in the crook of your smooth neck. "Isn't that nice? It's kinda like you're looking at my heart."

You smile. "Your heart is beautiful."

"Thanks. But I don't quite agree with the statement."

"Why not?"

"Because." Minghao gives you an impish grin and kisses your cheek. "This is just half of my heart. You’re the other half.”

note: WAS THAT GROSS ASGSSJS anyway i feel like all my good ideas come late at night bc i literally shot out of bed at 1 AM and was like YEAH lmao sorry if this sounds rushed tho ): honestly this was going to be a series of little places but i thought i'd do a late night adv thing bc the8 gives me those vibes?? the drive around at 12 AM type, you know? aesthetic af, yes. so yeah hope you all liked this!! love you all!!

- Admin Mochi ✨

[cloud17dreams]

Hi there! Can I get a ship with svt pls? I'm seventeen years old, 5'8" and I'm always cracking jokes(sometimes offensive oops). I'm also really positive and kids in my classes call me the mood maker since I'm always happy. I really love dancing and singing. I'm pretty insecure about my weight even though I'm not even fat I'm just not skinny and social pressure, you know? Anyway, I love baking and do it as often as possible and I have a high respect for Korean language and culture! Thank you :)

Hi hi!! Of course you can - I would ship you with Vernon!

Vernon would definitely be the person to reassure you from time to time that your insecurities are just voices in your head, that’s for sure. He’s such an kind and loving soul, he’d really make sure that you knew that he loved you as just you are, and that you were perfect in any way <3 He would also really feed off your energy as his hype man!! He’d join you in cracking jokes, and the two of you would also spend a lot of your time researching on the Korean language and culture together! He would also loveeeeeee the food you bake for him oml he’d be stealing pieces here and there when he thinks that you aren’t looking HAHA :p 

Hope you liked your ship!

-Admin Sapphire ^_^

[cloud17dreams]

If you are doing ships, may I please have one? I am 152 cm (smol), with hazel eyes and long, light brown hair. I am compassionate, kind, but also a huge meme once you get to know me. I am an ISFT if that helps. My family and my faith mean the world to me. I like to read, write, dance, and sing. My goal in life is to help people. I am usually very chill, but I do tend to have a bit of a temper if you get on my bad side. Thank you so so much! I love your blog!

Yep we’re doing ships ayyyy I would ship you with Seungkwan!

Because you sound really cute and Seungkwan, who’s also a huge fluff ball here full of compassion for all beings in general as we know it, would really appreciate your warm personality and kind heart full of love too, just like him <3 Being loud too and always hyped, your memey personality would definitely complement his dorky one so the both of you would always end up smiling so much when you’re together that your cheeks would hurt heh. Seungkwan’s also a really empathetic and patient lil pup that I feel like would be able to handle your temper at times with due sensitivity so the both of you could work anything out in your relationship man that sounds amazing ^-^

Hope you liked your ship!

-Admin Sapphire ^_^