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For Writers:

Reblog if it’s okay for your followers to leave you an ask telling you what the one thing is they remember you for as a writer.  Is it a scene or a detail or a specific line? Is it something like style or characterization?  Is it that one weird kink they never thought they’d be into, but oh my god wow self-discovery time?

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back here just to leave this

too close for comfort

pairing — jihoon/reader

genre — fluff, princess diaries 2 au, requested “100 ways to say i love you: 57. “there is enough room for both of us.””

w.c. — 947

warnings — none

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HERE ARE SOME SEVENTEEN WRITERS NO ONE SHOULD SLEEP/MISS OUT ON.

Putting out your work out there for the world to see is hard enough. But the silence that you get when the world doesn’t seem to see the gems you have put out. is. harder.

Hello, loves! This is a very sleepy Leanne disturbing your dashboards loool! Please reblog this not-so-complete list of SVT writers that no one should be sleeping on! I originally thought of making this list so I would have an easier way of finding which blogs to read fics from, but when I visited some blogs and saw the talent that weren’t getting the feedback they deserved (because some are really good but would only have 1 note; imagine: 1 note for a fic that you wrote so painstakingly?), my heart truly broke into pieces.

So please, if you are a writer, reblog this so your followers could see these people; and if you are a reader, then you and I are the same: we have a lot to read up on! 

I separated this list into four groups, to show you guys how I got to know them. And if you know more writers that are not included on this list, please tag them as well!

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hi amara! i really love your works and was wondering if you have any new works up your sleeves?

hello sweetheart, thank you so much!! i’m currently focusing on completing my “thirteen kisses” and “first encounters” series, then i have a few wips that are pretty much ready to go 🥺 i’ve also had ideas for a huge mingyu fic i wanna do, but who knows if i’ll be able to do it soon bc of senior year ☹️🤍

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happy to be here!! thank you so much 🤍

WELCOME TO THE NETWORK!

We would like to thank all the applicants for supporting CWC! After reviewing the forms, we are happy to announce our first round of acceptances! We’re looking forward to sharing everyone’s different styles of writing and we hope you guys enjoy your experience as a CWC member! ♡ 

Applications will open again in the future! Remember to reblog the acceptance post and to link the network somewhere on your blog within the next 72 hours; we will be checking! (If we have incorrectly listed your writing blog, let us know). Again, thank you for the support! 

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dance in the dark

pairing — wonwoo/reader

genre — kinda angst, rich kids au, part of “thirteen kisses” series

w.c. — 739

warnings — mentions of alcohol

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when wonwoo makes a grand appearance at the jeons’ annual charity gala, everyone promptly freaks out, mainly because the last time they saw him was three years ago before he’d been shipped off to boarding school in the united kingdom. it was the consequence he had to pay for totaling the porsche he’d gotten for his seventeenth birthday, and for driving while under influence. since then, even his friend group acted as if he’d moved to the afterlife, and everyone quickly followed along.

everyone except you. it was you he was looking for as he stood next to his father during the dinner. while his father went off on a spiel about new beginnings and vast improvements— in the business or in him, wonwoo doesn’t know— his eyes scanned the ballroom, zoomed past the blinding jewels on the necks of the other girls to find the brightest one of them all, those eyes he missed so much.

when he does find you, looking so sweet and bright in the dress your mother adorned you in and the jewels on your ears and neck, he cracks a smile. he’s too far away to tell, but he knows you smiled in return.

the topic of the night is of course wonwoo. you take a shot every time you hear someone mention his name or boarding school, and your vision is blurred soon enough. you’re lucky that your parents were placed on a table across the ballroom, and you make it out of the area right as your friends on the table are gathered watching a video of yuna strutting down the london fashion week catwalk just a few weeks ago, too distracted to notice you’ve downed about a dozen flutes of champagne at this point.

you stumble out into the hotel lobby, giambattista valli heels clicking on the fine marble. the receptionist stays silent, knows you have the power to fire him at the moment if he chose to interrupt, well aware that you’re the heiress of this very hotel you’re standing in.

he stays silent, only speaks when you ask him the way to the open-air swimming pool. you can’t make out the letters on the nametag pinned on his chest, and you meander away before he even finishes his sentence.

the fine marbling of the floor guide you to the elevator, and you press the floor of the swimming pool with the heel of your palm. when the brassy silver doors slide open, the air that’s significantly colder in higher altitude sweeps in and pushes your soft tendrils of hair off of your shoulder. you head straight for the bar, and your guess isn’t wrong, as you see wonwoo perched on one of the stools, sipping on a bright cranberry-colored cocktail.

wonwoo hears your heels before you call out to him, and spares you, turning in his chair to face you. your eyes don’t know where to place themselves, bouncing between his eyes and his pink lips. his hair now reaches to brush over his eyelids, and he blearily blinks them away, and it spurs the affection for the boy that you’d thought disappeared along with him.

exhale. “why didn’t you tell me you were back?”

wonwoo blinks again. “must’ve slipped me.”

feels like a small slash to the blooming endearment in your chest. you should’ve known better than to expect him to remember after all the seasons that have passed. it was probably easier for him, being in a place where each nook and cranny didn’t remind him of you as home did for you.

“we have a lot to catch up on, darling.”

you huff, stepping towards him. “damn right we do,” lips hovering dangerously close to each others’. it’s wonwoo who curls his hand around your nape and pulls you in, the taste of vodka citron— you note that his favorite cocktail still hadn’t changed since the last time— and champagne mixing together. the slide of his tongue is familiar, almost untelling that you hadn’t even seen each other since you were still in your school uniform. wonwoo’s hand rises to rest on your cheek, thumb nestled by your ear the way you liked it, taught him when you were younger.

the air finally swoops in between you when you separate, shoulders heaving. wonwoo barely whispers, “missed you so much,” his voice so low like you were the only one who was meant to hear it.

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CARAT WRITERS CLUB IS NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS

We are a network which aims to provide SVT authors with an expanded platform to share and spread their work, as well as curating a vast collection of content for readers to easily navigate and enjoy.

While you do not need to be a member to use the tag, #caratwritersclub, members will have priority.

Before Applying

Must be semi-active (hiatuses are allowed)

Must have a writing masterlist

Must have at least one SVT work (multifandom blogs are allowed)

Blogs with multiple admins are allowed, but you must specify which admin is applying in your application

Requirements for Becoming a Network Member

You must be following this network 

(Optional) Check out the admins: @chocosvt + @leftandright.

Read the rules

Reblog this post

Fill out the application form

After You Are Accepted

Reblog the acceptance post

Link the network somewhere on your blog

Use the tag #caratwritersclub in the first five tags to have your work reblogged.

Please notify one of the admins for any changes (ie. hiatus, url changes, etc.)

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bloom

pairing — seungkwan/reader

genre — fluff, based on prompt 4 by @svtwritenight: “open the nearest book to page 52, find the 4th word in the 2nd sentence. write something with it.”

book: breakfast at tiffany’s, truman capote. word: someone.

w.c. — 492

warnings — none

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a light mist fills the air that sunday morning. seungkwan hasn’t seen mist in the city since the rainy season. perhaps it’s the few cold days of the summer that comes by every june or so. it covers the lenses of his glasses as he strolls to the flower shop, pushing the door open with the hand that isn’t carrying his cup of iced americano.

the lady behind the counter glances up from where she’s sorting the cash register, and her eyes crinkle as she smiles as she sees him. she brightly welcomes him, and seungkwan hums in return. it’s one of the few things seungkwan loves about this city; how everyone feels like family.

the kind lady shows him the new stock of daisies and chrysanthemums that just arrived a few moments ago, still in their packaging, and yet to be sorted. seungkwan even manages to charm her and works out a deal to get just a reasonable amount off of his grand total, with laughter and sincere promises to help her pick out the best vitamins to take at the pharmacy across the store.

as her nimble fingers arrange the flowers on the decorative paper, she continues to chat with seungkwan like he’s her son. “who are these beautiful flowers for, child?” she asks as the plastic crinkles while she ties a pale pink ribbon around it.

seungkwan’s demure smile turns into a bashful one, and he just pretends to casually shrug it off. “just someone.”

she giggles at his response. “ah, ‘just someone’. such beautiful flowers from such a lovely child for ‘just someone’.”

seungkwan feels a small spark of warmth when the lady’s fingers brush against his as she hands the wrapped bouquet to him. it feels comfortable, like a mother’s caring hold, and she sends him off on good wishes for the day and to stay healthy.

as he bounds down the street heading to your apartment, he takes glances at the flowers in his hand. he adds that to the growing list of reasons why he loves this city; the flowers are as exuberant as the glint in your eyes.

there’s also one more thing he loves about the city: how strategically close by everything is located. he arrives at your building before the ice cubes in his to-go americano water down the drink. he takes a quick sip before he greets the security guard a good morning and buzzes for your suite. the response is not a second later and seungkwan’s heart feels like it’s about to burst from the endearment. 

when you swing the door open, clad in pajama shorts, and what seems to be the hoodie he’s declared missing from two weeks ago, the look in your eyes makes it look like a million dollars just presented in front of you.

there’s the thing he loves most about the city; it’s where he met you.

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hi amara (i hope it’s not weird that i addressed u with your name!) i really love all your writings, gosh all your posts are so underrated. you seem like a very pleasant person too! i was hoping if i could request anything thats fluff for jihoon? i hope you’re having a beautiful day!

good god this took FOREVER i’m incredibly sorry, but here it is!!! (xx) 🤍

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honey

pairing — jihoon/reader

genre — requested, fluff

w.c. — 559

warnings — none

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the checkered picnic blanket beneath your bodies provide plush comfort and protect both of you from the scratchy grass. it’s a bit later in the day, so the sun isn’t blaring down as harshly on you anymore, painting you with a warm yellow glow that jihoon swears makes you look like an angel. you’d only barely managed to get out of bed after the clock struck noon, summer break finally providing you with a chance to sleep in pretty much every day.

according to jihoon, the large tree providing cover for you was about two hundred years old, planting its roots firmly into this very ground you lay on long before you were even born. perhaps it had seen numerous other couples before you also lay and rest upon its strong bark, the leaves rustling in the early evening breeze filling your ears. tracing his delicate fingers on your knuckles, jihoon mumbled to you that he wished for the both of you to stay as strong and firm as the tree, your affection for each other lasting even into the centuries to come.

after demolishing the chocolate-dipped strawberries and large cheese pizza you’d brought over, jihoon took to laying down on the blanket, and you followed along. tingles burst down your arm when you realized he’d already had his arm stretched out for you to lay your shoulder on, without you even asking him to. the pull you have on jihoon is gravitational, so forceful that your actions have an effect on his. when you pull away to laugh about the novel he’d been reading out loud, he’s already adjusting for when you return to his side, and there isn’t any shifting around when you do, he’s already where you need him to be.

jihoon’s touch skitters on your bare arm as he continues reading. his voice has a lilt to it, and you’re much distracted by how rosy his lips look as he pauses to frown at what he read a few moments ago. you barely manage to catch the last of the paragraph he’s reading before he presses down on the corner of the page to mark his current position. he leaves it somewhere next to his jacket, and turns to his side, now facing you. your breath hitches when you meet eyes, and your cheeks flush. jihoon only snickers at your reaction, feeling incredibly fond.

“were you even listening to me read?” he chides you, poking you on your forehead, then fingers raising to rake through your hair. you bit on your bottom lip before you shake your head, and then you bark out a laugh. jihoon frowns, grumbling about how he’d spent hours picking out a novel from the bookstore, piling through titles to see which one you’d like best.

you leave a quick kiss on those lips like you meant to, effectively quieting him. “you know i love your voice. i love the way you describe the characters, i love that you did all this for me —your hand stretching to gesture at the picnic— even though you made me get up before 1 p.m.”

you falter off, then bring yourself to look into his eyes when you finish with, “and i love you.”

jihoon mumbles an “me too, always,” before he leans in to leave a deep kiss on your lips, sweet like honey.

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hii! i've read some of your work and i just wanted to say that i love your writing!! i alsooo wanted to ask if maybe,,, you wanted to be... moots? (or i'll just shy away thats okay)

hello!!!! thank u u’re so sweet 😭 yesyes we can! i’ll follow you from my main! 💕

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fair weather

pairing — mingyu/reader

genre — fluff, part of “thirteen kisses” series

w.c. — 463

warnings — none

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it’s the first day in the month where it hasn’t been pouring cats and dogs, and the golden sun filters into the room in a naturally picturesque manner. the faint hum of the washing machine fills the room with a calming buzz. the kitchen is fragrant from the tea you’re brewing, and your fingers drum on the countertop along to the beat of a song that’s been floating about in your mind.

mingyu can’t find it in himself to interrupt you for you look so peaceful and content. the warm light that shines upon your linen shirt illuminates your figure beneath the material, and kisses your cheeks so beautifully he almost gasps. 

something warmer than the lurid glow of the sun envelopes you from behind. you feel mingyu’s giggle rumble in his chest where you’re pressed against, and it sets about butterflies wildly dashing in your tummy. he rests his chin on top, and gently sways the both of you where you’re standing. your hands come up to his circled around your waist, and continues to tap along to the slow and steady rhythm.

the growing whistle of the teapot joins in on the band of white noise filling your ears, and the peace is interrupted with the shrill beep of your washing machine indicating it’s done tumbling and ready to be dried. you let out a heavy sigh, begrudgingly having to get out of this comfortable hold only mingyu can provide.

“and that’s my cue,” you mumble as you pry mingyu’s arms off of your body, allowing you to turn around and face him. the biggest puppy like grin adorns his face, and the burst of endearment in your chest almost pushes you to kiss him right then and there. “won’t you help me? it’s all your clothes in there anyways.”

mingyu snickers at your attempt of a jibe, crossing his arms on his chest. “no, but i will meet you at the laundry rack. for now i’m just going to head back to the living room before the commercials end and— oh i think i hear the opening credits!”

the peck he gives you on your lips is quick and flighty, too quick for you to comprehend, and he swiftly disappears at the corner. you hear his quick footsteps pad down the hallway, and his pitchy giggles. you can’t even be mad that he ditched you, just that you curse at him that he hopes he misses this episode and will have to catch the rerun some other time.

for now at least, you neglect the blaring whistle of the teapot and race down the same hallway, yelling nonsense about how you want more kisses and how you’re totally mad at him for watching ahead when he promised to watch together.

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hi are u accepting requests ? 👉🏽👈🏽

mmm they’re open but there is a high chance u’ll have to wait a long while until i complete it!! i’m drowning in schoolwork atm ;;; u may request but only if u’re willing to be very very very patient bc it cld take months almost to get it done ;;;

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won’t you promise me

pairing — seungkwan/reader

genre — fluff, part of “thirteen kisses” series

w.c. — 600

warnings — none

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exuberance fills the air. everyone in the ballroom is celebrating the joyous occasion, laughter bubbling out from every corner. one glance around and you see people talking, reconnecting, and laughing. some guests have taken to the dance floor, moving along to the tune of the live band. seungcheol and his partner take a center position on the dance floor, and you dare say this is the brightest smile you’ve seen on seungcheol’s face in a long time. you feel elated just seeing someone else you’ve been close friends with for most of your life finally settle down, and you try to ignore the small tug at your heart; that you wish it was you up there.

somewhere in the corner of the dance floor, you see one of the bridesmaids holding her heels in one hand as the other loops around wonwoo’s neck, a bright flush on her cheeks. the flutter of fingertips on your bare shoulder distract you from the view, and your eyes travel from the hand resting on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, following it all the way to seungkwan standing behind your chair, looking at you with the fondest smile.

“you know, you could join them,” he tips his shoulder to the general direction of the dance floor, “instead of just glaring at them from your sad seat here.” he doesn’t move his hand anywhere from where it’s resting, doesn’t want to ruin your hair you’d worked on for an hour before the wedding. 

“kwannie,” you whine. “you know I have two left feet. I’m just going to trip in my dress and these heels. And besides, I have no one to dance with.”

seungkwan makes a sound of protest, and before you know it, he’s tugging you up from your chair and inches towards the dance floor. your protests are drowned out by the live band and his reassurances of “i’ll gladly dance with you,” and “i’ll catch you if you fall from your heels”.

other guests come a little too close and the other attendees’ dresses brush against Seungkwan’s leg, but he pays them no attention, not when you’re standing in front of him, looking so beautiful and bright. the jewelry you pinned on your ears brings out the spark in your eyes. your breath hitches as he places a warm hand on your hip and his cheekbones rise even more when you loop your arms around his neck. he begins to gently sway you, just taking it slow for now.

you circle around the dance floor a few times, and seungkwan even lets you take a dip, and he decides the giggle you let out as you resurface and come back face-to-face with him is perhaps the best sound this universe can ever make. your laughter dies out as you keep looking at seungkwan, and the world seems to fade around you too, just him and nothing else.

he inches closer to you, mumbling, “can I kiss you?”. you hold your breath for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, pertly nodding, before he finally presses his lips to yours. it’s simple, quick, and passing, but it’s one where he puts his whole heart to it. you have no doubt of his feelings for you, and as your eyes flutter shut a vision comes to your mind. flashes of white tulle, gold rings, and seungkwan’s visage appear. your feet come to a still, and you don’t open your eyes until seungkwan presses a final kiss to the corner of your mouth. when they reopen, his smile is warm, welcoming, and reassuring.

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tenderheart

pairing — lee seokmin/reader

genre — fluff, part of “thirteen kisses” series

w.c. — 468

warnings — none

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the living room is a mess. the drawn curtains manage in shielding the space from the increasingly bright rays of the morning sun, and a faint yellow glow paints every inch of surface, including the two of you on the couch. blankets are thrown about, and the tv stayed awake throughout the whole night, netflix promptly asking you if you are still watching.

who needs blankets anyways, when seokmin’s arms keep you so warm. the rise and fall of his chest sway you like the autumn breeze, a calming rhythm that makes you want to fall back asleep. you fight the sleepiness that threatens to shut your eyes once more by hyper-focusing on every single one of his features. his eyelashes look extra pretty this up close, and you have an urge to kiss him right on that adorable cheek mole.

you end up falling asleep again anyway because the next moment you remember is the evenly split rays of the sun by the blinds painting itself onto seokmin’s visage, rendering lines across his cheekbones and nose bridge. his arm around your shoulder keeping you close to him and safely holding you from promptly falling onto the carpeted floor remains secure, and his free arm rests by his side as he scrolls through his phone.

he knows when you wake up because the shallow breaths you puff into his sweater lose its slow, steady rhythm as you gain more consciousness. he sets his phone somewhere on the couch and you think you hear it fall into the crevices of the cushions, but you can’t care less when he adjusts himself slightly so he can face you. you lean your chin right on his chest, causing you to look up right into his eyes. he has to pull back a little so he can actually see you, his legs tangling with you, kicking off the pillow that was just idly lying there.

silence passes between the two of you for a moment, and seokmin manages what he wants to say through his lips meeting with yours, running against each other. he’s always so calm and gentle, never wants to do anything more than you allow or want. you press in closer, and he complies, his arm circling your shoulders tightening its hold, pulling you closer to him even more, what with the tiny couch space already not leaving much room. it doesn’t matter to you, your mind zeroing on the feel of his lips against yours, how you can taste the cherry lip balm he put on before he joined you on the movie marathon last night.

you think this moment can last forever, that outside the world no longer go about and time no longer continues its dreadful ticking when seokmin is so close to you like this.

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masterlist

helps you after you drop your books ⤻ choi seungcheol

the empty seat next to you at the lecture hall ⤻ yoon jeonghan

falling asleep on their shoulder in the bus ⤻ hong jisoo

mistaking you for someone else ⤻ wen junhui

saw the other crying in their car at parking lot ⤻ kwon soonyoung

awkward wedding table seatmates ⤻ jeon wonwoo

a package sent to the wrong apartment ⤻ lee jihoon

offered to stand under their umbrella when it starts to rain ⤻ xu minghao

getting the last macaron in the display ⤻ kim mingyu

finding and returning your cat ⤻ lee seokmin

sitting next to each other at the movie theater ⤻ boo seungkwan

crashing into you while skateboarding ⤻ chwe hansol

wrong coffee order ⤻ lee chan