I used to live in a small town secluded from the cities. It was unimportant to most maps but it was there, idle and unknown to most. The population didn’t go over a hundred and everyone knew each other like old friends.
I remembered getting up early in the morning and biking up the hill a few minutes from the main town. Daeyang was located by the seaside and it was a place where serenity lay and where time seemed to move slowly; unlike in big cities where people always seemed to be rushing after something.
I remembered loving and hating the place. Hate because it was so small, so suffocating sometimes. I dreamt of leaving this town once I graduate and find a job in the city; maybe become a screenplay writer or even better an actress that starred in movies (which I would be writing, of course).
Daeyang was a place detached from that world; a world that excited me, fascinated me. Once a month, my uncle visits us and brings in things like movies and the latest technology that came out like those amazing video games and cellular phone units.
Jimin liked those games a lot.
The train zipped passed and I felt the wheels rumbling beneath my feet as it rolled through the tracks.
The skies were dark outside as I’ve taken a ride in the middle of the night; a shotgun decision I had made right next to snagging the very last chance passenger slot at the airport.
My heart beat in a slow rhythm, a contrast to the whirl of emotions stirring within me.
I watched the darkened fields whipping past; a never ending sea of grass, hills, and earth. I leant my head against the cold glass of the window as the train took me away from the city… far away from what I once thought was everything to me.
Flashback (Many years ago)
Y/N once had a best friend.
He was the son of two of the nicest people anyone could have ever met in their lifetime. Mr. and Mrs. Park were the couple who lived by the sea in a white picket-fenced house a few minutes from the main town of Daeyang; that is if you’re going by car or bike.
Y/N went there everyday and Jimin and she would play by the shore; or at some special days, he would come along with her to town and they would go to Y/N’s grandmother’s diner, where they usually get a free bowl of ice cream each.
“Samchon brought new movies, Jiminie. We should go watch it at home.”
Jimin nodded enthusiastically, chocolate ice cream smearing across his mouth. Y/N chuckled and grabbed a napkin before lifting herself up to reach over the table and wipe his face clean.
Jimin grinned as he held up a peace sign, and she stuck out her tongue at him before pinching his chubby cheeks.
“Ow! Noona!“ Jimin whined as he swatted her hand away.
"You can try eating more neatly, you know. Don’t just inhale that all up! There’s still tomorrow, Jimin.”
“But it’s so good!” Jimin almost moaned as he took another spoonful of ice cream.
“Anyway, I heard this new one is really good! It’s starring my favourite actress!”
“You say that about everyone.” Jimin pointed out with his spoon.
“That’s cause they’re all great.” Y/N sighed dreamily as she showed him her notebook where all her favourite movies were written: their plots, cast, and even her thoughts and reviews about them. “I want to be just like her when I grow up.”
“A princess taken hostage and brought to her undoing?” Jimin asked jokingly as he read the synopsis, and she threw a napkin to his face. He laughed, eyes turning into small slits.
“No. An actress.” Y/N said a matter of fact as she let her chin rest on her palms. “I would have to get out of this place first, though. And go to college, then audition for roles…”
Jimin remained silent, nodding. He had always been the best listener; never complaining even if she ranted about this place being too small or told him about her dreams which she probably narrated to him hundreds of times.
“Do you think I can? It seems like a lot to do.” She murmured haplessly and she didn’t expect him to answer but he did. And it was a sentence that got her through a lot of hardships that came in her life; like the time she got called too “ordinary” at an audition and got turned down so many times she had lost count.
“Yeah, of course, Y/N noona… You can do anything.”
End of flashback
The whistle pierced through my ears as the brakes hissed and screeched to a halt. I had fallen asleep for a moment and when I opened my eyes, it was already the twilight hour and the cabin I was in was empty.
I sat up instantly and grabbed my duffle bag, the only one I brought for this spontaneous trip.
Stepping down from the train, I was met by the cool autumn wind along with a memory that threatened to suffocate me—making my chest twist in aching sadness upon the sight of the familiar station.
“You’re going to write, okay? And if you get a hold of a phone, call me.”
Jimin was silent as he hugged Y/N, nodding against the juncture where her neck and shoulders met. He hadn’t said a word since the ride to the station, quiet and looking a little downhearted.
Y/N was eighteen while Jimin was sixteen when she left town to pursue her dreams. Jimin was still in high school thus couldn’t quite leave yet but he promised…he promised he’d follow. And that she should think of this as only a temporary separation.
“I’m not crying.” Y/N slapped his chest lightly even though tears were already filling her eyes and staining her cheeks.
“I’ll…follow.” Jimin said with a small smile to reassure her. “I’ll come meet you.”
“You better.” Y/N said before hugging him tightly again.
Inside the train, Y/N sat by the window and saw Jimin standing there by the edge of the platform, smiling up at her. The engine rumbled as the train began to move and Y/N felt elated as her journey to her dreams began. But also a little saddened by the fact that her best friend couldn’t be there beside her.
Jimin walked alongside the train as it moved, even running slightly as it trudged faster through the tracks. Y/N’s palms were pressed flat against the glass as she felt herself move father away from him, keeping her eyes on him the whole time.
Jimin stopped at the end of the platform, panting as he watched the train zip fast. Y/N frowned as his form became smaller and smaller, but reminded herself that this was only temporary and that they would see each other again. And so she lay back on her seat, thinking about the wonderful things she’ll be doing in the city.
Little did she know that Jimin had sunk to his knees at her loss, panting and gripping his chest as pain flared in his heart, causing his heart to beat erratically and his breathing turning abnormally shallow.
End of flashback
The town was quiet as the blue hour reached its last moments. Everything looked familiar yet different; from the shops lining the streets I used to go to, to the feeling of emptiness and strange detachment as it’s been years since I’ve been here.
Seven years, to be exact.
I passed by the old shoe salon and smiled slightly, remembering the white sneakers I had brought Jimin for his tenth birthday. I could still remember that day; how the smile lit up his face and probably the whole town. I’ve never seen anyone so happy to be receiving a pair of shoes before. His happiness made it worth it as I spent my money saving up for it instead of saving it for a trip with my uncle to the city.
Seeing Jimin smiling and happy was always worth it.
My smile faltered when I reached the diner. Halmeoni passed a couple of years before I left and it was a big blow considering she was the one who took care of me after my parents died at sea when I was two. She was my only family apart from my uncle, and when she had gone, it felt like a part of me was taken away.
The diner was open and it was currently run by a boy named Kim Jongdae, who was a good family friend. I couldn’t take over the business as I had planned on leaving, so we gave it to the Kim’s who took it whole heartedly for grandma’s sake.
I would come in say hello, but later. Right now, there was someone I needed to see.
“Hey Dan, anything for me?”
Dan was the neighbourhood’s post man and delivered mail on a weekly basis. Y/N looked forward to his arrival as she always anticipated Jimin’s letters.
“Sorry Y/N, none for today.”
Y/N’s shoulder slumped at his words and told him to have a good day before saying goodbye and walking up to her dorm room.
It’s been two years since she arrived in L.A. After finishing college in Seoul, she flew to the states after being offered an internship at a production house. Y/N took it, finding it an opportunity to purse her Hollywood dreams.
She had gotten used to her new life after a year and half, which was more busy and harsh compared to her life back in South Korea. She was a small town girl suddenly thrown into the city life and it was overwhelming at first, but she had met some friends who helped her get around and soon Y/N moved around a city like she had been here for years, easily fitting in and getting around.
But the more she got used to it, the more, she realised, her old life slipped away from her grasp. And she tried so hard to keep that connection intact, but she wasn’t the one who had intentionally let go…
It’s been two years and Jimin should have graduated by now and followed as he promised. But he didn’t. In fact, he had stopped writing completely, leaving Y/N confused and clueless as to the reason why.
Time passed and life got even busier and Y/N couldn’t have waited for the mail to come forever. There came to a point that she no longer anticipated Dan’s arrival.
There came to a point where she had just given up on Jimin. Because it seemed like he had already given up on her…
He had already forgotten her.
End of flashback
By the time I arrived at the familiar hill, the sun was already peeking in the horizon, lighting up the sky.
Trudging up the small hill, I let out a gasp when I saw the expanse of blue waters and right at the bottom of the hill I was standing on was a familiar white house.
My heart hammered in my chest as I made my way down and upon arriving at the front door, I chewed on my lip as I knocked and waited for an answer.
I was almost afraid that I would be wrong and that the Park’s no longer lived here. But my source said they never left and I wasn’t sure what to feel when the door swung open and revealed a woman who was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.
“Y/N?” She asked in surprise and I confirmed that she was indeed the person I knew. Before I could speak, the woman had grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into an embrace. I almost cried right there.
Mrs. Park had aged a little in the seven years that I haven’t seen her. She now had wrinkles at the corner of her eyes and strands of white scattered across her hair. But she was still the gorgeous lady I remembered.
“Yes it’s me.” I murmured against her shoulder before letting go. “How are you, umma-ni?”
Mrs. Park smiled at the term. I’ve always called her mother even if I wasn’t her daughter by blood. Simply because she had known me since I was a baby and I was at their place most of the time I could’ve been mistaken as one of the Park’s.
“It’s been so long. You have grown so much. So beautiful!” She said as she touched my hair and I felt like I was twelve again when she braided my hair while Jimin stood and watched saying how having long hair seem so tiring and high maintenance.
Jimin, I suddenly thought and like a mother, Mrs. Park sensed the reason why I came.
“He’s out back. You know where.”
As I walked through the familiar sandy path towards the beach, I thought about what to say once I see him.
There were so many things going on in my head but mostly words of hate and disappointment for having cut off ties with me after all those years stood at the forefront. I may have left but he was the one who stopped writing.
He gave up first.
But was that really a reason to give up on him too?, a small voice in my head said, knowing I could have taken a flight back and visited if I wanted to. But I knew I couldn’t have considering right after college, work has imprisoned me in a cage of unending deadlines and workload.
I worked at a production company in Hollywood after having given up on auditioning for roles. I couldn’t take keep doing it only to get rejected every single time. I needed money to survive, and a stable job was the only thing that could give me that.
So I worked behind the scenes as a production assistant and climbed up the ranks. It was slow but I was able to do it and currently I was now the one holding auditions. It seemed that I had a knack for seeing talent and so my career took on a slight turn and I became a casting director slash producer.
Through the sleepless nights of shooting and writing, and full days of auditioning hundreds of hopeful actors and actresses, I barely found time to sit and watch my favorite movies or write back letters which I knew would be left unanswered.
Time, and life in general simply made us grow apart.
The autumn wind blew and I hugged my arms to keep warm. It was much colder here considering the sea breeze was stronger. But it was fresher; so different from the air I’m used to breathing back in L.A.
Upon reaching the beach, I saw a form sitting by the shoreline.
It was a boy wearing a striped sweater and jean shorts. He was hugging his legs to his chest, chin lying comfortably on his knees as he watched the waves lapping on the shore.
I felt my chest tighten at the sight for right there was Park Jimin, my best friend.
At least, to me he still was.
I walked down the beach, approaching him and he must’ve sensed my presence for he looked back and I felt like a deer caught in the headlights as I halted in place.
Jimin looked at me blankly before recognition dawned on his face and his eyes widened slightly, causing him to stand up shakily from the sands. We stood there just staring at each other for a while and I couldn’t help but observe the changes since I last saw him.
He had grown a lot taller and his face had matured. No longer were chubby cheeks, now replaced by eminent cheekbones and a sharp jaw line.
Jimin was no longer the boy I once knew and loved. He was now a man that was both familiar and a stranger to my eyes.
“Y/N?” Jimin asked in disbelief, breaking the eerie silence between us and I almost cried at the sound of my name coming out of his mouth. “You—what are you doing here?“
His question pierced my heart as it sounded like he didn’t even want me here. I planned on saying hello first; to ease into the conversation but the emotions whirling inside of me at the sight of him was too strong that I couldn’t help the sharpness of my tongue.
"I’m surprised you still know me.” I said bitterly. “I thought I might need to introduce myself again.”
Jimin frowned deeply at that. “Y/N—”
“Because I wrote letters, Jimin. But you didn’t write back.” I said and Jimin swallowed hard, looking guilty. “Why?”
Jimin didn’t answer for a while and I wanted to shake him so he’d show more emotions rather than that blank and kind of lost expression on his face.
“I didn’t because… I couldn’t do my promise.” He replied. "I’ve come to realize that this place…is where I belong. So I stayed here and helped out my parents instead.”
I pressed my lips together in a thin line, feeling pained at the fact that he had the courage to lie to me like that.
“You could have answered back at least? Told me that?” I said, voice breaking at the last word.
“I knew you were busy with your new life in LA. I… I didn’t want to be a bother.”
“A bother.” I echoed and I saw something break in his blank expression. “You didn’t want to be a bother so you just cut off ties with me just like that?” I chuckled humorlessly. “You chose to forget me instead.”
“I…” Jimin looked like he was running out of excuses to say and so I went on ahead to make it easier for him.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
Jimin snapped up at my words and I saw fear flash briefly in his eyes. His lower lip quivered as he opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. He probably didn’t expect I would know.
But I did.
It was a couple of days ago when I met with Hana, an old classmate in high school; one of the good friends I had apart from Jimin from Daeyang. We caught up for a bit and I discovered she recently moved here to the states to live with her American husband.
“Oh how are you and Jimin? Aren’t you two like… inseparable back then?”
That’s when I told her that I didn’t contact him anymore and that we ceased writing to each other a few years ago. I told her how Jimin probably forgot about me and decided to stay by the sea instead. He seemed to love it more over there anyway.
At my words, Hana looked surprised and told me things that made everything do a 360-degree turn.
She told me that Jimin’s had a heart problem from as early as he was born, one that caused blood to pump irregularly through his body. It was manageable while he was still young, probably why I never noticed. And he only needed to stay away from activities that required exerting too much effort.
Suddenly, I remembered how Jimin got tired so easily when we used to play.
Hana continued on and when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, it just did when she told me that Jimin had cancer. They found out about the blood disease a couple of years right after I left…which was also the time he had stopped responding to my letters.
That night, I drove straight to the airport and grabbed whatever flight was available to South Korea and flew here.
And now that I was standing before him, I couldn’t help but feel weakened as the truth stared me in the face.
“Jimin.” I called and he closed his eyes. My eyes pricked with tears as I stared at his face. He was so pale, and he had become so thin since the last time I saw him. So very thin.
Thinking about that made me guilty; made me feel like a total jerk because for years, I never contacted him having been busy with my own life. I never even saw this; saw the real reason as to why he wouldn’t come to the city and pursue his own dreams. For years, I believed that he intended that we grow apart.
But he wasn’t the boy who lived by the sea by choice.
I knew that now.
Jimin looked away from me, the wind blowing through his hair as we stood there on the shore. I wanted to step in and hug him but I was frozen in place.
“I… I didn’t want you to feel burdened.” Jimin finally spoke and it seemed like the beach had gone quiet, his voice echoing through my ears. “You told me so much about your dreams… the things you wanted to do once you got out of here, and I wanted you to reach them so badly. I wanted you to succeed so much I was willing to…” He paused, shaking his head. “I wanted you to leave without anything holding you back.”
“You promised me you were going to follow.” I said, feeling hot tears flowing down my cheeks. “Even when you already knew you wouldn’t be able to. I would’ve understood! If you would have just told me—”
“I didn’t want you to feel burdened.” Jimin simply repeated and hot—angry—tears burst out of my eyes.
“But you made me think you didn’t care anymore, Jimin!” I shouted at him and he winced, the pain eminent on his face. “I believed it for years and then you just stopped writing and I…I thought you hated me and then I find out you—” I gasped out and Jimin had his lips pressed tightly together as if preventing his own tears to come. “You were my best friend, Jimin. And for years I believed I was nothing to you.”
“No.” Jimin shook his head, chest heaving slightly as he took a step closer to me. “Of course not, Y/N! You were my best friend too. You—you mean everything to me.”
“Then you should’ve told me the truth.” I said as I turned from him, crossing my arms stubbornly.
Silence hovered over us until I heard a soft thud that made me turn around. My eyes widened when I saw Jimin kneeling on the sand, clutching at his chest.
I immediately went over to him, kneeling down and grabbing his face as it contorted in pain. My heart hammered in my chest in panic and I was about to call out for help when Jimin’s hand held my cheek; his touch cold yet gentle.
“I’m okay,” he reassured as he huffed out with a smile, thought it looked like he was trying hard to look okay for my sake. “I’m just…” he breathed out and smiled up at me. “So happy to see you again.”
Another tear fell from my eye and Jimin caught it with his thumb.
“I’ve missed you, Y/N. I’ve missed you so much it hurts.”
Looking at his pale cheeks and chapped lips, I could no longer stop myself and the sobs bubbled out of my chest. I closed the distance between us and hugged him. Jimin’s arms wrapped around my waist and hugged me just as tightly; as if afraid that if he let go, I’d disappear.
“I’m sorry.” I sobbed against his shoulder. “I’ve missed you too. God. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
We stayed there just hugging, kneeling on the sands as the waves gently kissed the shoreline. Right then, I never realized just how incomplete I was until Jimin filled that spot that’s been empty all this time; making me whole again.
Jimin and I fell into our usual ways like the seven years spent apart never happened. We spent our days walking by the beach as Jimin needed to do some exercise at least a few hours a day, as well as a breath of fresh air. It was one of the reasons why he couldn’t leave the place. It was mostly for medical reasons.
From the time we spent, I learned that Jimin found out about the cancer—Leukaemia—a couple of years back and that he stopped responding to treatments since last year. He said it like it was a completely normal thing to say when hearing it made me want to break down and cry.
“I saw the movies you worked in.” Jimin said one night, as we were sitting by the shoreline with a bonfire as our source of warmth. We were wrapped up in a blanket, sharing only one as Jimin cheekily suggested body heat was better so we ought to just share. Now here we were side by side, wrapped up in one soft and comfortable blanket as the stars shone brightly above us.
I snorted. “You watched movies while here?”
“Hey, we might not have phone signal here but we’ve managed to improve a little.”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“We have cable now.”
At that I laughed and leant my head against his shoulder. The cackling of the fire filled the dead air as I stared at the darkened and still sea.
“We lost so much time together.” I suddenly said and I felt Jimin sigh. “I can’t possibly bring those years back.”
“That was my fault, I guess. I didn’t mean to make you think I forgot about you. Because I didn’t Y/N. I thought about you everyday.”
I smiled at his words and hugged his arm. “I thought about you too…even if I hated your guts.”
Jimin chuckled at that and pressed closer to her. “How are your auditions coming along? I mean I know you’re a casting director so you’re on the inside now and that’s great, right?”
“Oh.” I paused, realizing I haven’t told him about giving up on the actress dream. “I…I don’t audition anymore.”
Jimin looked down at me with a frown. “Why not?”
I sighed. “Well, because Hollywood is much harsher than we thought. There were prettier girls to cast and the competition is deadly. I became a casting director instead and it isn’t so bad. I like my job a lot. The movies ought to have better faces on the screen anyways and I’m happy to help them find it.“
There was a pause before I felt myself being turned. Jimin faced me and cupped my cheeks, his thumb caressing my cheeks tenderly.
"That’s a lie. You are the most beautiful and talented girl I’ve ever known. And if Hollywood can’t see that then it’s their loss.”
I looked into his eyes and something shifted. All of a sudden, I wasn’t just staring at Park Jimin, my childhood best friend. I was staring at a man who called me beautiful, who held me like I was as fragile as glass and looked at me like he would rather look at only me for the rest of eternity.
And our lips met halfway.
As we kissed, I thought how funny it was that I never even realized how in love I was with him. I’ve been in love with Jimin for years…I just never worded it out.
“You have no idea…” He gasped out against my lips. “How long I’ve wanted to kiss you.”
“Since when?” I asked teasingly as I pecked his lips once more, making him smile.
“Since you wiped off the chocolate ice cream from my mouth when I was twelve.”
At that I laughed and kissed him more passionately, thinking how I unconsciously wanted to kiss him then too.
My hand made its way to his chest and I felt the rapid beating of his heart, calling my attention.
“Jimin,” I gasped out and his lips slid to my cheek then down to my jaw, kissing it tenderly. “You shouldn’t,” I tapped his chest lightly. “Are you okay?”
Jimin moved back a little to look me in the eye; his lips swollen, cheeks redder than I’ve seen it since I got here, and eyes full of love and adoration it shook me to the core. He took my hand and placed it above his heart, which was beating quite fast.
“It always beats like this for you.” He murmured and I wanted to cry from happiness then. “You make me breathless… in a good way.”
And with that I leant down and kissed him again, with the moon and the stars as the only witnesses to our love.
Jimin and I spent the next three months in our own little paradise; making up for the years spent apart while loving each other in a way we both have wanted to for so long.
Jimin put on a smile on his face everyday despite the fact that his disease was eating him up little by little. We all knew he only had a few months left before his sickness finally took over him, and I set the sadness aside and thought that how he would want to spend his days being happy…and seeing me smiling along with him.
From my arrival at fall, winter came and we had the best Christmas together. We spent it with family and some of our old friends.
By January, the jolliness of the season dispersed as the new year brought new complications from Jimin’s sickness. Sometime in the middle of the month, Jimin began to have trouble getting up and walking. But he still managed to do so and we would walk by the beach every morning and sit there by the shore just watching the waves and telling each other stories.
By February, things got worse as Jimin weakened and it was getting difficult to look at him as his face paled even more and his body weight dropped.
“You know he has never been happier since you came. I hope you know that.” Mrs. Park said to me one day when she caught me staring at Jimin who was sleeping soundly on the chair at the front porch.
I laid a blanket over him to keep him warm before sitting beside him and leaning my head on his shoulder. Jimin stirred and leant his head over mine, his hand easily finding mine to hold beneath the blanket. It was so natural, the way our bodies gravitated towards one another and it hurts to know this moment couldn’t last forever.
“Can we sit?” Jimin asked while walking down the beach and I helped him on the sand before sitting beside him.
“Are you okay?” I asked and he nodded, looking at me with a small smile. He was so pale today and I couldn’t help but feel a sinking feeling in my chest at the sight.
“You know I always wondered why this had to happen to me.” He said and I glanced at him with a frown. “Why the heavens just made me sick and decided to take me in earlier than most.”
I bit my lip to keep the tears at bay and let him speak.
“To be honest, I’ve accepted it a long time ago. I was sick since I was born. My heart has never been normal… but I still wondered why. Why me…?”
“Maybe…” I swallowed hard, having difficulty holding in my tears. I agreed with him that it was unfair. He was so young—23-years-old and at the prime of his youth to be sick and dying. “Maybe the heavens have something better planned for you.”
“Hmm.” Jimin nodded, considering it. “You believe in the after life?”
“I do.” I said, trying to keep him—and myself—hopeful.
Jimin nodded. “But I still hate it.”
“Being sick?” To my surprise, Jimin shook his head.
“No… Leaving you.”
I closed my eyes painfully shut as tears flowed from my eyes and I shook my head at him, trying to deny the truth that was already predetermined. He was dying and there was no stopping it.
“I love you, Y/N.” He said as he kissed my forehead tenderly and I cried even more as it felt like a goodbye. “You are and will always will be the only one I’ll ever love.”
“I love you too.” I whispered. “I love you too.”
A few days later, Jimin and I sat by our usual spot on the beach and he seemed more tired than usual. He hardly spoke and I had to half-carry him to the beach even if I strongly protested he just stay inside the house. But Jimin was determined and pleaded to go the shorelines and who was I to say no?
We sat there silently, with Jimin’s head nestled against my shoulder.
“Y/N?” He spoke after a long while and my lips quivered as I answered.
“You keep auditioning, alright? Don’t give up.”
A tear slipped from my eye as I nodded weakly. “I— I won’t.“
"And be happy.” I nodded again, unable to speak.
"I love you.” He added and it was almost a whisper.
“I love you too.”
There was a pause as he shifted slightly, his breathing seeming too loud in my ears despite the sound of the waves lapping on the shore surrounding us.
“Y/N, I’m tired…”
I let my hand hold the side of his face and kissed the crown of his head before leaning my cheek against him.
“Sleep, love.” I said, voice shaking as I kept my eyes on the waves. “It’s okay. I love you so much, Jimin.“
If I was looking down at him then, I knew he would’ve smiled.
Tears fell from my eyes like rain the moment I felt him too still, his breathing no longer audible.
”Jimin.“ I gasped out as the reality of the situation dawned on me. I let myself hold his still form, hugging him tightly with his head nestled against my chest as I cried out in grief. I could no longer feel the beating of his heart and it felt like the life was being sucked out of me. My whole body shook as I sobbed and it felt like the world was ending…
Simply because my world was no longer here.
(5 years later - Winter)
"And the Academy goes to…”
Time seemed to stop as the people around me stood and applauded, looking down at me with bright smiling faces.
My mouth hung open, unbelieving my name had been called out and my manager, Kristine, was the one who pulled me off my seat and practically dragged me to the stage to accept the Oscar.
I won. I won best supporting actress.
I took the trophy with shaking hands, and thanked the announcer before finally facing the crowd. I gave out my speech which I had written the night before, considering I never really expected to get the award, not with my fellow nominees being so great in their respective films.
I went on to thank the people that made this film possible; from producers, directors, and writers.
“Lastly, I would like to thank that one person who never stopped believing in me. He’s…he’s the reason I am here fulfilling my dream and I couldn’t have done anything without him.”
I leant back from the mic and blew a kiss to the heavens, whispering, “I love you Jimin. We did it.”
And the crowd gave me another round of applause.
Most days I miss him.
It took a long while before the pain subsided into a quiet longing; my heart aching at anything that reminded me of him.
But as I promised him, I went on living and continued to pursue my dreams. It was two years later after Jimin passed when I got a callback and eventually got a role starring next to some big shot movie stars. It was my big break, and everything went on from there.
Five years later, last winter to be exact, I won an Oscar for my most recent film and I was thankful and humbled by the blessing though at the back of my head, I knew I would trade it for a chance to see him again without a second thought.
To be with him again.
But life always did give you a hard time, but never without reason. If it weren’t for Jimin… if I hadn’t come back to him, I wouldn’t have realized how I was wasting my time living someone else’s dream. He reminded me of who I was… the person I had lost when we grew apart. I owed him everything and I knew the only way to repay him was to keep going… to keep living and being happy.
“This is also so unfair to you. You didn’t even have a chance to live your dreams.” I said to him and Jimin merely chuckled before approaching. He hugged me from behind; his chin nestling on the my shoulder and his arms caging me as his hands lay on the wooden rail of the front porch.
“Of course I did. Seeing you happy and successful was all I could ever want.” Jimin said as he kissed my bare shoulder. “Don’t you see? You are my dream, Y/N.”
End of flashback
I sat down on the sand and opened my notebook. It was a special one for not only did I write about my favourite films here… it’s also where I kept all the polaroids I had taken with Jimin in his last days.
I turned to the last page where my favorite photo laid, and it was a picture of Jimin looking over his shoulder with a small smile. A smile that was neither sad or completely elated…
It was a smile that said, “Be happy.”
A look that said, “I’ll miss you. But we’ll be okay.”
I miss you, I thought as I looked out at the sea and felt the warmth of spring hovering over me like a cloud. I realized then that like the seasons, pain and darkness were never meant to be eternal.
But our love was.
And so yes, I’ll be okay.
I rarely feel proud of the short stories I write but this one made me really happy and proud. I hope you guys liked it! <3
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” – Jack Kerouac, On The Road
“He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.” - Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.” – H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu
"When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.” – Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
"There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.” – Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho
"Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.” – Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper
"I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do. Mrs Dubose won, all ninety-eight pounds of her. According to her views, she died beholden to nothing and nobody. She was the bravest person I ever knew.” - Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
“Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m alright”. But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can’t get it off. That’s when you realize that sometimes it isn’t even an answer–it’s a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.” - Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
"It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.” - Oriah Mountain Dreamer, The Invitation
“I don’t have any problem understanding why people flunk out of college or quit their jobs or cheat on each other or break the law or spray-paint walls. A little bit outside of things is where some people feel each other. We do it to replace the frame of family. We do it to erase and remake our origins in their own images. To say, I too was here.” – Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water
"If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.” - Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
"Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, dont you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.” – Cormac McCarthy, The Road
A/N: NEEED REQUEST, SEND ME ANYTHING LOL, THANKS GUYS !
Peter was walking to the Avengers tower after school because Friday had contacted him of a mission that the gang was going on tonight, himself included. Once he got in the building he noticed something strange, no one was at the front guarding the doors but he shrugged it off assuming that George and Hannah were on lunch so he took the elevator up to the penthouse portion of the building. When Peter stepped out he notice a particularly sweet smell, so he followed the smell that led him to the kitchen and what does he see?
The whole avengers clan baking different types of sweets but one thing was the same about them all, they were covered head to toe in flour Peter tried his hardest to hold his laughter but he couldn’t.
He bursted out laughing causing all the avengers to be in defensive mode until they noticed was Peter “Kid, what are you doing here?” Tony asked cleaning his hands from the dough he was kneading “Friday called me saying we had a meeting?” Peter said shrugging taking a seat on the barstool near the island “Yes, at night . Not now.” Tony said sighing holding his temple “So why are you all baking anyway?” Peter asked which caused all the avengers to take a strange look at him “No reason. Now go home kid.” Natasha said holding peter’s shoulder walking him to the elevator he simply nodded and pressed the lobby button but he didn’t go home.
He went for a walk in Bryant Park looking at the ice skating rink from the outside but something besides the rink caught his attention, she caught his attention and all she did was sit on the bench curled up in her book Peter wanted to do nothing more then walk over to her and spark a conversation but he didn’t know exactly how to do that so he didn’t say anything. Only problem is you felt him staring at you , you looked at his direction and smiled curling your hand to him which he picked up on and began to walk over to you “I didn’t mean to stare.” He said bluntly covering mouth as soon as the words came out which made you laughed a little.
“It’s fine, I didn’t tell you to come here to curse you out Parker.” You said which caused his eyes to nearly pop out of his socket “How did you know my name?” He asked moving a bit closer to you “I work with Dr. Banner as his apprentice, so I’ve seen with Mr. Stark on more than a handful of occasions so I know your name.” You said smiling “What? Apprentice ? Meaning you understand science and its laws and nature?” He said leaning toward you with a dorky smile on his face “Yes I know and understand all the good stuff, but my favorite is the science of cooking.”
You said causing both of you to laugh “Hey, speaking of cooking everyone was backing upstairs any ideas why?” He asked, you looked at him shocked how could he not remember his own birthday, maybe he was joking but his face was so serious so all you did was shake your head at his question. “We’ve been talking and laughing yet I didn’t even ask for your name or where you go to school.” Peter asked slightly slapping his forehead but you take his hand and settle it down on his lap “I’m (Y/N) and I’m home schooled.. Dr. Banner is my uncle and new guardian so he’s very protective of me.” You said shrugging looking at Peter making an “O” with his mouth. You felt your phone vibrate and when you went to look at it there was a text from your uncle saying to bring up Peter.
Your uncle knew that you had a huge crush on Peter from the day you saw him, and he would constantly tease you about him “Hey Peter can I show you something?” You asked taking his hand, he nodded and followed you tightening his grip on your hand you lead him through at different entrance to the Avengers building “Cover your eyes.” You said holding the bars of the door in your hands waiting for him to cover his eyes.
You opened the doors slowly then ran to move his hand directing him to the party and once he was completely inside you hear the roars of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” shouts from the Avengers causing Peter to blush “You guys how’d you know it was my birthday?” he asked smiling “A little spider may have told us through a web.” Tony said winking in your direction which caused Peter to look at you “You planned all this (Y/N)?” he asked walking to you “Yeah, I overheard you tell Dr.Banner that you haven’t had the chance at having a big birthday party and even though it is the BIGGEST party I thought it would be better than nothing…” you said looking at your feet shrugging your shoulders and then you felt it.
Peter Parker had just kissed your cheek “Well it’s the best party I’ve ever gotten so thank you.” he said looking at you blushing “All right Parker, she’s still my niece so relax with these teenage feelings.” Bruce said causing everyone to laugh and just as you were about to walk to the kitchen Peter softly wrapped his arm around you and continued to talk to everyone and as the party went on you began to become more comfortable with the feeling of his warmth.
“So I guess you’re my little spider now huh?” he said whispering in your ear causing you to blush, you nodded slowly “Well, I thought I would be working alone but a beautifully deadly spider like you by my side I could never be defeated.” he said in your ear kissing your cheek once more.
previous chapter Part 14 - Dear Cyrus)
Well that night I didn’t really drank much but
he did. He was just leaning on my shoulder as the silence took over most of the
time. I didn’t know how to react to him so I guess the best I could offer was
being there for him.
Its funny how its our first time meeting each
other (for the main reason of just having fun) but here I am with a
brokenhearted man beside me. Man I told myself I’m digging in some deep shit
that I shouldn’t here.
We didn’t really text much after that night,
but I went on stalking him on his social media, basically just checking him out.
My fragile memories could recollect of me asking him if he was free a night before
his birthday and we both were horny and so we did made an appointment to meet
at his place.
Cyrus : Need a fetch tonight ?
Me : Nah its okay. I can take the taxi, you
could drive me home after.
Cyrus : Okay then. Becareful. Text me when
Me : Yeah about 15 mins. btw Do you like
chocolate or oreo more ?
Cyrus : Oreo. Why ?
Me : No la. Just asking. text you when I’m
I get to know his birthday through his
Facebook so I wanted to surprise him since tomorrow its his actual birthday. I
went off to a bakery store and bought a whole oreo cheesecake for him and got
him worried because I was late :
Cyrus : traffic jam ? took you 1 hour ?
Me : Im fine. Reaching soon.
As I was all excited and smiling walking up to
his place to surprise him since he has no idea I knew his Birthday and he
thought I came just to have sex, as I knock on his door.
Cyrus : (opening the door)
Me : Surprise ! (lifting up the birthday cake
box with plastic)
Cyrus : What ?! (Surprised and laughing)
Me : I know its your birthday tomorrow..so I
bought you a cake. (acting silly)
Cyrus : No wonder you asked whether I like
choc or oreo lol
Me : (Walking towards the fridge and open it,
putting the cake inside)
Cyrus : (hugged me from behind resting his
head on my shoulder with his hands wrap around my waist)
Cyrus : Thank you. (In a sincere tone)
My heart was pounding fast in that heat of
moment. I felt something again. I didn’t really utter any words that time. We
were just indulging in the silence yet sweet moment of him hugging me from
behind while the fridge’s was left open.
Me : Wanna have a slice now ? (broke the
Took a knife and cut a slice and handed to him
Me : Happy birthday hehe ! (Acting silly)
Cyrus : (took the cream on top of the cake
with his index finger towards my mouth feeding me)
Me : (BLUSHING AS FUCK) (open my mouth and ate
oh dear god thinking back I was so shy and he
was just laughing at me saying I’m cute with my face turned red…I lost count
of how many time my heart beat in a second. Unconsciously I lean towards him
and gave him a kiss with my eyes closed with my hands holding his waist. As I
passionately kiss him on his lips slowly with my tongue tied with his, he put
the plate away to the side of the sink. We were making out in the kitchen,
kissing each other all the time. His fingers were running through my hair and
gently touching my face. Eagerly lifting his shirt up and taking it off I push
his body against mine close I move down to his neck licking it gently and
slowly as he let out a soft moan
Cyrus : Let’s go to the room.
As he shuts the room’s door. I found myself
lying on his bed looking at him stripping off himself with his pants and
undies. His cock is hard on. Laying next to me as we continue kissing my hands
were reaching down to his cock stroking it. His rough hands were touching my
body feeling my skin next to his, removing my shirt licking my neck, leaving
marks on my shoulders as I let out a moan, he moves downwards to my sensitive
nipples licking it gently drawing circles, flicking it with his tongue and suck
it once in awhile. I felt so turn on. With his mouth doing the job, his hands
slowly touching my belly to my wet cock and down right to my hole.
His hands were in between my thigh with his
fingers touching my hole I felt even more turned on as if he’s molesting me
with my pants still on.
Me : I wanna suck your cock please.
Cyrus : I’ll rim you first.
Removing my pants along with my undies he lift
up my ass while he was in a kneeling position with his hands spreading my ass
to give a better look at my hole. Diving in with his tongue licking my hole
with his saliva covered like spreading butter on a bread. God I felt so good
that I had to shut my mouth with my hands for trying not to moan too loud.
Comes his finger poking my hole fingering me as I moan like a slut.
I lean towards him an grab hold of his hard
cock sucking it like nobody’s business. Eagerly sucking it so hard that I
almost choke myself from it. As eager as I said :
Me : Fuck me please.
He turn around and took a condom out of the
box along with the lube. I hold on to his legs and said :
Me : Cyrus. Do you wanna fuck me without the
Cyrus : (his eyes were widen and surprised
saying) You sure ?
Me : (shyly nodded my head and turn around in
doggystyle with my ass facing him)
Hearing the sound of him squeezing the lube.
He got hold of his hands on my ass from behind and I felt his hard on 7 Inch
dick piecing through me. We were on cloud 9. Fucking me in and out from behind
as we both moan at the same time he lean towards me from the back and smell me
and kiss my neck while his hips are moving on its own. My wet cock was dripping
precum all over the bed I felt it leaking.
As we slowly adjust the position of me laying
fully on the bed while he lay on me with his dick still in me. Our body were
sweating, so hot that we’re fucking in madness. My hard cock were begging to
breathe so I gently pad on his thigh said :
Me : Change (moaning)
Both of us woke up we were kissing each other
I pushed him down and squat on his hard dick, with my hands holding his cock
trying to fit it back in my hole. As it enters both of us moaned in joy. Slowly
swallowing it fully in my hole as I felt the hardness I hold my hands with his,
gently moving up and down riding him with my shy face expose to his. His hands
were on my hips while mine was on his thighs. Riding it even harder as he said
Cyrus : Fuck you’re so cute you’re gonna
make me cum
Me : I’m cumming too.
As I my hard cock were begging for me to
stroke, I felt a hot wave of liquid rushing inside me as he moans :
Cyrus : Fuck fuck fuck !!
Stroking my own cock in a split second I
cummed all over his body moaning together. That moment we couldn’t care less of
what the neighbor heard.
With hole filled with his cum I was so worn
out and lay on him with both our bodies covered with my cum panting :
Me : (breathing heavily , panting)
Cyrus : (hugging me even though we’re covered
Me : happy ? (acting silly)
Cyrus : Yes..much better without the condom.
Lets go clean you up.
As we were in the bathroom he kept nagging me
to wash properly, making sure all his cum was out from my hole. Insisting to
see the water comes out clean. I felt something again.For once a Top that
is not selfish and actually care about me after the sex.
As I got off from the shower I was kneeling
down packing my stuff into my bag.
Cyrus : Don’t go first, come over here. (in a
Me : (Walk towards his room as he was laying
on his beanie bag and lay right next to him with my head rest on his chest)
I couldn’t recall the conversation that we had
that time…All I remember was gently touching his rose tattoo on his leg while
he fell asleep with his hands around me. Looking at him fell asleep
After that night. We rarely text each other.
Mostly he don’t reply my messages, even if he replied it would be a day later.
I didn’t know what went wrong and I was just so puzzled that I stop trying so
hard. But what I felt through things that I felt wasn’t fake. Well maybe the
sad part was I was the only one who felt it but he didn’t. It all happen 3
years ago till one of the days I met him on the monorail on his way to work.
All we did was just pass by each other
Dear Cyrus, its bitter. But yet sweet. Thank you. xo
Today is @eroticgropefest bday! For 50 more minutes! This counts! You are probably asleep by now but HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE! !!!
this is a Baz bday fic sorry I got lazy at the end and i was rushed anyway I hope you like it!!!
“That’s the last one,” I say to myself as I tie the ribbon on the last present, stacking it on top of the rest. I step back and survey the pile of shiny boxes and misshapen lumps of wrapping paper and ribbon.
The oven beeps a loud staccato, bursting me back into action. I slide into the kitchen on slippery sock skates and pull the cake out of the oven. Are cakes supposed to be flat? It should still taste fine.
I hear a key rattling at the door to the flat. So that’s where my key went! I stand still in anticipation as i hear the door swing open.
“Snow….? What is all this?” I hear Baz step forward into the adjacent room. I nonchalantly go to him, setting his groceries down for him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
“You’re home early.” I press a firm kiss on him, but he pulls back after only a few seconds.
“Snow-” His eyes ghost over the birthday decorations all over the living room.
“Happy birthday, Baz!” I beam at him and pull back to let him walk around.
“Did- did you do all this yourself?” There are banners over each doorway, a confetti tablecloth on all the tables, a pile of presents, and a wide selection of new movies spread out by the TV.
“Thank you, love.”
I assumed that by “cake”, Simon meant a cake he had bought. It’s never safe to assume anything.
I put the first movie in, and then he’s setting a large, flat, obviously homemade, chocolate blob that is apparently a cake, in front of me.
“Snow, you know cakes aren’t supposed to look like that.”
“I know, but it should taste fine. It-it has red velvet filling.” My hungry eyes prickle back to the blob like I’m trying to look inside it.
“Red velvet, you say?”
“I know you like red velvet, I hope this is okay. “
I scoop out a giant piece of cake and take a large bite, refraining from attempting to stuff the whole slice in my mouth at once. Snow sucks in a small breath, waiting for my verdict.
“It’s wonderful, love.”
Two movies and too many cuddles to count later, Simon leaves my arms and stands up.
“No, come back!” I mumble to the cold air between my arms.
“But, Baz, it’s present time!” Reluctantly, I let him pull me up and drag me to the kitchen entryway. He pulls me to a small mountain of sloppily wrapped parcels, topped with three cards.
Simon pulls a beanbag over for me, and as I sit down, something thin and green slips over my eyes. It’s a paper crown.
“Simon-” He shoves a card in my face, leaving me no space to continue. The card is from Dev and Niall. The other cards are from Simon and Bunce, who is visiting Micah in America. She signed as Penny, continuing her attempt to get me to call her by her nickname.
Then Simon hands me a misshapen lump wrapped in swirly green paper. Inside is a new pair of jeans; they are black and just my size.
The black, shiny package contains a black shirt, sporting the red words, ‘bite me”. I put it on immediately.
The red chevron box contains a tea maker and a box of Royal English Breakfast Tea, my favorite.
Soon, the pile has dissolved into torn paper and empty boxes.
“Simon, none of the presents had tags on them. How will I know who to thank?” i turn towards him, to see a rosy blush glowing on his cheeks.
“Simon, did you get me all these presents?”
“I’m not done giving you presents yet. You get a kiss for each year of your life since it is your birthday. “
“I only get twenty?” I pout. His brow furrows.
“Well, since its your birthday, I will also grant you a wish. You can ask for more. But you start with 20.” I lean in first.
Why the birthday celebration of none other than Boo Seungkwan of course!
We have the birthday of an amazing young man who is so bright, so funny, so talented.
Boo Seungkwan is my best friend (he just doesn’t know it yet)
Why you may ask?
Firstly, he is way to funny to be real. I mean he is the type of guy who will put a smile to everyone’s and i mean everyone’s face!
And his laughter…. its so cute… so genuine… so real its addicting!
And the attitude! Let’s be real, Seungkwan is Booyeonce for a reason! The shade could even make Mariah Carey burst into tears!
He just has to give you a look and you are done!
But he is also so good-looking!
I hate that there are people who hate him because of the fact that he is not extremely lean and slim. To these people I want to say… ‘are you kidding me? Kimbab kidding?’ How can you hate on someone for that> And sure he is not slim but to be honest thats what I love about him! He is a real human being and his size is perfect!
And what is this about his company hitting him for being ‘fat’?! I personally would hit those people for being so stupid instead! I personally don’t want to be worrying about our boy one day having some sort of body dismorphia due to always feeling not good enough!
He is so supportive of his members! So kind and thoughtful!
Always wants to help! (Even if sometimes he tries to hard)
And he is generally such a beautiful human being! Just look at how pure he looks!
Look at him tearing over their first win at a radio show!
And look at the poor boy crying on the day of their win! He literally broke down and could not calm down for so long!
This boy even apologises for crying! Just in order not to be a burden!
And look at how gentle he is! How caring! Taking care of that mic and kid!
He always provides people with the comfort they need!
He is not someone who whys away from saying how he feels! He is sensitive but there are times when he expresses himself to the max, and that is when he appreciates others! (Also, same Seungkwan, same)
Look at that cutie being clumsy! How can you even hate such fluff?
And I’ll never forget the face he made when a member messed up! He looked like he was ready to slap all of the universe!
And his voice… oh his voice is so beautiful! He can sing so many notes, so many songs, he is literally impossible to comprehend! He always makes me speechless!
So in conclusion, I hope you can see the beauty of Boo Seungkwan.
Its okay not to be perfect but none is. Instead, Seungkwan is simply beautiful all around! He is kind, supportive, funny, talented and so much more!
All I, and many other fans want is for him to stay healthy!
I want to see Seungkwan happily munch on more!
I want to continue seeing him have the time of his life!
I want him to continue singing because he loves to do so!
I want him to continue dancing!
I want him to continue not being embraced of how well he knows girl group dances and just how good he is at them! Or just how good he is at acting so funny!
And most importantly i want him to continue with his attitude! After all it is genuine, it is Boo Seungkwan! And sure, many call him ‘feminine’ or even ‘gay’ but you do you Boo, there is nothing to be ashamed of! You are who you are and we will always love you!
You are our angel (sorry Jeonghan!) or maybe our little devil… maybe both!
I hope that that beautiful smile never fades, that that laughter never dies down! Crying is ok, emotion is ok.
I hope you can talk to people who understand you.
Boo Seungkwan, you are a very interesting case for me. You are the first idol who I love in the most platonic way(as weird as that sounds) possible and that makes you so special for me!
And of course, may you always be the ‘best quality’ that you were and still are!
Happy Birthday Boo Seungkwan! May you always shine bright like the diamond you are! And if one day you feel like you are fading…. its ok! Because there are so many Carats that will always be here to support you and help you get your shine back, including me!
I love you Boo Seungkwan!
We love you Boo Seungkwan!
And you will never fathom just how much!
Thank you for reading!
Let’s spread the love for Boo Seungkwan and lets give Seventeen all the appreciation and love that they deserve!
Summary: Milkshakes to cool off? Yep. Steve and [Y/N] are slowly establishing some ground rules.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
A/N:A short and light chapter, but I hope you like it. Please leave acomment if you do!Read Part 4 or check out theMasterlist for more. Happy reading!
Chapter 5: Momofuku Milk Bar
A kiss from Captain America had been her heart’s desire for a many weeks now - well, that was not entirely truthful. She had wanted to taste him ever since he had approached her for a second time, like the not-creeper that he is. The first time he had spoken to her, she had not immediately recognized him, but she did wonder if it was him. When she arrived home and googled him regret had instantly washed over her, because she had left without saying a word. So when he specifically waited for her at the laundromat, it had filled her with a sense of accomplishment. Sure, so he said it was for the sake of paying me back… but I think it’s safe to say that it was more than just that. [Y/N] grabbed her purse and checked her teeth in the mirror. Nope, no lipstick. Her desire to lock lips with him took over when he had talked to her again, and had smiled at a silly joke she made. He had this way of smiling with his eyes, they expressed a genuine kindness that was heartwarming, and it made her want to touch him. It made her want to kiss him. When his lips parted slightly as he was concentratedly listening to her, sparks of lust coursed through her and she knew. She had to taste him.
The Compound was rarely quiet. In the year that you’ve been living there, you didn’t think there was a time when it was ever quiet for long. There were always people, and not just the Avengers. There were smart tech people that worked for Tony, recruits that were being trained to serve as Avengers back up, important political people that came in and out, most of the time complaining. And then, if none of that was going on, FRIDAY was passing a message along to someone or giving some kind of report. Silence was a strange, almost uncomfortable thing in the Compound. Even in the middle of the night.
hi you're one of my favorite writers and I was wondering if you could write a little fluffy coliver fic since it's my birthday? I love your work!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANON!!!
I don’t know what this is (I suck at fluff), but I hope you like it anyway!
It’s been weeks since Connor opened his phone and saw that name on the screen. But that’s what happens when two people break up. Even if they promised to remain friends, the awkwardness never seems to go away.
But he opens his phone, and there that name is, and Connor just can’t seem to understand the text that he’s reading.
I hate Arizona.
The words seem so simple, yet Connor blinks dumbly at his screen. What does that mean? Is Oliver in Arizona? How does he respond to that? How does Oliver want him to respond? They literally haven’t spoken in weeks and the first text he sends him is I hate Arizona?? Who does that??
He decides to play it safe. What’s wrong with Arizona?
It’s all desert. Too dry, is the reply that he gets, mere seconds later.
What are you doing in Arizona? Connor really hopes that doesn’t come off as too prying. Then again, it was Oliver who texted him first about the damn state.
Connor sighs and doesn’t respond. He puts his phone away after that.
@paperlemonpaper asked me for fic recs a long time ago whoops sO HERE’S SOME OF MY ALL-TIME FAVES IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER (ps take note that like,, several of these have the secks in them)
Cake Or Break by Crollalanza (DaiSuga w/ background IwaOi) It had been an accident - an actual accident - that had brought Sawamura Daichi to a pleasant, sunny side street in Tokyo on his way to work. But then he’d caught sight of an angel with quicksilver hair setting out the tables at a cafe, and he’d stopped, dumbstruck. And when the waiter-cum-owner-cum-angel-in-human-form had turned around and smiled, all the breath had left his body. A story about chance meetings, the importance of cake and how a sack of icing sugar can change your life.
National Hot Dad Alliance Is Now Calling… by dicaeopolis and OwlinAMinor (Focus on friendship between Daichi, Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa and Ushijima, w/ DaiSuga, KuroKen, BokuAka, IwaOi and UshiTen) Sawamura Daichi: What the fuck. (Or, the captains’ squad interactions that definitely happen outside of canon, presented in Skype chat form.)
Wingman Watari by SatyrSyd37 (MatsuHana, KyouHaba, KinKuni, IwaOi and Best Wingman Watari) It begins as an accident. Watari never planned on setting up all the members of his volleyball team, but, for some reason, it turns out he’s the perfect matchmaker. (also known as the getting together stories of the ships listed in the tags)
Answers Without Questions by SecretMaker (DaiSuga) Koushi had learned a long time ago to stop wanting things. He learned to stop wishing, letting his eyes linger too long, wondering what it would be like if only. There were no if onlys in Koushi’s life.
Police Dog by surveycorpsjean (KyouHaba) Yahaba takes home a gruff looking, beat up dog. He patches his ear, and wraps his leg, and goes to sleep. The next morning he wakes up to a hot guy rummaging through his kitchen. “I took a pair of your shorts.” He says, standing up and away from the fridge. “Hope that’s a’ight with you.”
Lost With You (Take My Hand) by airblends (MatsuHana) When a missed stop or ten lead to an involuntary day trip to Kyoto for Matsukawa and Hanamaki, they find that maybe the journey really is its own reward sometimes.
Do Unto Others by darkmagicalgirl (KinKuni) Over time, Kunimi has realized he really likes having Kindaichi look after him.
Plus One by safra (MatsuHana) “Did you know we’re dating?” “What? Says who?” “Says everyone apparently.” “Oh,” Hanamaki frowns for a few seconds before shrugging and turning his attention back to the chocolate fountain. “Nice.”
Close To The Chest by darkmagicalgirl (KyouHaba) It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he’s different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba’s journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.
The Truth Is Out There by shizuoh (IwaOi w/ background KuroKen) “I work at NASA,” Hajime said, setting down his coffee. Oikawa immediately jumped up and slammed his palms against the table. “I’ll suck your dick if you tell me about the aliens.”
30-Day HQ Writing Challenge: Kinkuni by emerald1963 (KinKuni) “"I don’t swim,” said Kunimi flatly, redirecting his gaze to his book. Kindaichi gasped. “You can’t swim?! Akira, that’s just wrong!” He grabbed Kunimi by the arm and dragged him out into the sunlight. “Come on, I’ll teach you!” “If you insist,” muttered Kunimi."When Seijou goes to the beach, Kindaichi gets more than he bargained for.
Right In Front Of Me by shions_heart (KinKuni) "I don’t think we should hang out so much anymore outside of practice.” Kunimi Akira’s parents have expectations. People assuming he and Kindaichi are together because of their constant proximity is not conducive to these expectations.
Hella Gay by helloyesIamtrash (MatsuHana) Though no one knows how or why, at midnight on a person’s 16th birthday, they get writing on their wrist, almost like a tattoo. This writing, whatever it says, has something to do with your soulmate. It’s usually something like the first thing they say to you after it appears, or an inside joke you two will have, maybe a phrase they say a lot. Simply a push in the right direction, fate’s little nudge-nudge wink-wink about what future you have in store. This is the story of what happened on Matsukawa Issei’s 16th birthday.
One Step Forward by parasolghost (KinKuni) At the end of their middle school days, Kunimi begins to wonder if what he feels for Kindaichi is a bit different from close friendship.
Creatures Of Logic by ectoBisexual (KinKuni) When you turn eighteen, your soulmate’s name is supposed to appear somewhere on your body, as if written in their very own handwriting. When Kunimi wakes up on his eighteenth birthday, he doesn’t know whether to be surprised or not.
Y did v seem a bit upset in his v live? Did you watch it? I know its a few days old but im just wondering. Forgive me if im wrong
i didn’t watch it yet since i like to be extra and watch it on my tv (but imma watch it on my phone idk why im saying this you don’t care) but i know that he did talk about his ‘friend’ not inviting him to his birthday party (most likely bc he’s di famous kim taehyung),,,he had a present for him and everything (he actually still gave it to him) :((((
You know I have no idea who ed Sheerans manager is yet Ed had the biggest smash album of the year so far. And yet you have jefe Azoff singing and clapping and talking on a Harry's debut album???? It's just weird. From the pics of Harry and the Azoff's for years pushed to the fandom to Jeffs birthday party. Why is there such unhealthy emeshment with his manager? Just another thing that makes you go hmm.
Like I said before, I think Harry solo debut is as much about Harry as it is about Jeff. Harry’s solo career is single-handedly launching Jeff’s career as a talent manager. That’s why we know so much about him, that’s why Harry’s out there promoting Full Stop. And that’s why T*ss is actually out there promoting Full Stop.🌻
• alright so honestly this relationship is going to be too cute shit wait i need a moment ,,,
• the way you met was in a mall while you were taking your younger cousin for a little bonding trip w just the two of you
• but you just stopped for five minutes at little burgundy to check out some shoes when the child just suddenly disappears and you’re like hw AT THE FUK C
• so you’re frantically searching the mall showing strangers a picture of your cousin asking if they’ve seen them and you’re sweating profusely bc thEIR MOM IS GOING TO KILL YOU
• but suddenly someone tells you that they saw a kid that looked similar to the one in the picture over at the little indoor playground on the other !! side !!!! of the fucking mall !!!!!!!!!!
• so you’re sprinting over there and guess what sight greeted you
• your cousin :)) without a care in the world :))) conversing w some dressed up mascot near the ball pit and they seem like they don’t ever want to leave
• so you’re walking over there and your cousin sees you and prays to god bc this child knOW S they’ll be getting an earful from the whole trip until you reach the house for your weekly sunday family dinners or smth
• so you’re like to the mascot “thanks for looking after them and sorry for being a bother, we’ll be taking our leave” so while you’re walking away and nagging this child abt running off without permission, the mascot was starting towards you in an attempt to say smth
• but some mother and her four year old child approach him for a picture so he’s just watching you disappear into the crowd and is thinking that he’s probably never gonna see you again
• but WAIT
• it’s gonna be 11 in the evening and you’re in the mood for some instant ramen but there’s none in the cupboard so you’re like agh shit looks like i gotta go get some at the corner store
• so you went but halfway back to your house after buying your midnight snack, you realized that going out at this time of night was anything BUT a smart idea and the street lights were flickering and no one was on the street and barely any cars were passing by
• it was scary as fuck so you’re just hoping to jesus and mother mary and the holy spirit that youll get back to your house without a hassle while holding on tight to your ramen bc u can’t spell ramen w/o amen amirite ¬‿¬
• but someone just suddenly taps your shoulder and you’re like shit should i turn around ohymgo d im gonna die tonight rip bye y'all
• but it’s lee seokmin clad in denim jeans, high top converse, and a crew neck sweater
• hes like “it’s dangerous for a lady to be walking around at this time !!!” and you’re like lmao idek this kid and seokmin being the nice person he is, offers to walk you home
• you obviously protest at first like yO ive never seen you onCE, how can i trust you to walk me home and how do i know you’re not a serial killer, which seokmin finds is completely reasonable to question bc when some random guy shows up offering to walk you home at 11pm ,,, even he can’t deny it sounds kind of shady
• but this kid is gonna be honest w you all like “i wasn’t ready for a follow up question so i can’t really answer ,,, but my conscience is just telling me to walk you home ?????” tbh its not a sufficient excuse but you’re tired as fuck and want nothing more than to eat so you’re like lmao good enough
• it’s a silent trip on the way back but seokmin just decides to pipe up like “that kid w you last Sunday,,, are they your sibling ???"
• and you’re like what how do you know abt that and it turns out that he was the mascot guy at the mall looking after your cousin
• so you’re like wOW WHAT A COINCIDENCE and he’s like IKR LMAO I THOUGHT I WAS NEVER GONNA SEE YOU AGAIN
• but still, you kinda feel bad bc the child was probably annoying the shit out of him while you were on the hunt so you ask if there’s anything you can do to repay him or whatever and he’s like "show up to the ball pits again next time you’re free and bring ur cousin !!!!"
• when you reach your house, he gives you his number telling you to text him back when you’re good to go and ends off the night w a smile sO bRIGHT YOU NEARLY WENT BLIND HOLY SHIT
• since you and your cousin live super close, they visit really often even if it’s just for a snack or their internet is down while your wifi’s connection is great
• but they come over and you’re like "aye the mascot man wants us to come back to the ball pits whenre u free”
• and this kid is like “ahhhh the mascot man ??? he thought you were cute lmao” and you just go fucking red like –
• so you text seokmin telling him that you’re free next saturday and this boy is literally so excited he adds little smiley faces at like the end of each word
• "hey, my cousin and i are good for saturday !! is that a good time for you ??“
• ” ahh Saturday :DDD sounds good to me :DDD see ya there :DDDDDD"
• you spent all week planning for this okay, you have had an outfit prepared since Tuesday, you saved your paycheck from your job so you could probably treat seokmin and ur third wheeling cousin to ice cream like everything wAS A-OK
• but on the day of, you get a call from your aunt saying that this child suddenly went down w the flu so they can’t go hang out today so you’re like “ah okok s'all good, that means it’s only gonna be me and seokmin then ,,,, wAIT SHIT ITS ONLY GONNA BE ME AND SEOKMIN”
• this has you nervous as fuck but it’s too late to back out now fham, you agreed to meet at 12:30 and it is now 11:45, so rip, u ded, clocking urself out is no longer an option
• so you head over to the mall and he’s sitting on the bench by the indoor playground and he sees you and greets you w that signature bright as the sun smile and you couldn’t help but internally scream bc he was so !! fucking !!!! cute !!!!!!
• but he’s looking around all like “ahhh, where’s ur cousin so and so ?????” and you just tell him that they’re sick and tbh he’s v concerned like awh man D: tell em i said get better !!
• but lowkey, he’s slightly happy that it was just the two of you for today bc 1) he doesn’t want ur cousin to feel like a third wheel, 2) he just wants you to himself for the day okay he has developed a crush
• so you go around yenno, get some food, buy some clothes, talk A LOT and before you know it, it’s already 6 in the evening and you gotta go home awh man it was fun
• hOWEVER seokmin is like “this was a great trip, lets do it again sometime !!!” and ur like aight but he’s like “not just a hangout thing tho ,,, like ,,, a date —– i mEAN IF YOURE OKAY W IT THO I —"
• when he gets all flustered, you just internally clutch your heart bc hoNEStly, wHO WOULD SAY NO TO THIS FRAGILE LIL BEAN AWH
• the way he confesses to you is on New Years and he obvs invited you to hang out AGAIN and since your fham wasn’t all gung-ho abt New Years, you were like sure thang lets meet at this place see ya
• idk why all these aus take place during winter id rather it be spring w cherry blossoms but aNYHOE
• so you’re maneuvering through a bustling crowd like shit god damn seokmin what were you thinking, i- the crowds ,,,
• you’re calling him on his cell phone all like whERE YOU AT, but you bump into one person and it turns out to none other than leE seoKMIN !!!!!
• this is gonna be like an anime moment okay where the main protagonists realize that they’re deeply in love or some shit bc he’s standing there in basically the same outfit he wore on the first night you met and you’re also standing there, w your hands stuffed into your pockets, huffing and puffing bc of the busy crowd and he can actually sEE your breath while you deeply exhale and literally the only thought invading his mind at that moment was "shit, you’re god damn beautiful”
• he just takes this as the perfect moment to confess his feelings and while people are chanting the countdown, he just leans in to whisper in your ear, “how would you feel right now if i asked you to be my girlfriend”
• and right afTER HE SAID IT, the New Years fireworks are lit and they illuminate the sky in various colours while people are cheering and doing whatever they do after the clock strikes 12 and you’re just standing there while seokmin awaits your answer and you honestly just hug him and nod yes against his coat and aG H SHIT WAIT I NEED TO SIT DOWN
• he makes a lot of jokes ,,,,,
• sO MANY JOKES
• probably the very first one he told was having dinner with your family when they finally acknowledged him as your boyfriend
• everything was silent ,,, your mom just kept encouraging everyone stuff like not to be shy, eat to your hearts content, hows the potato salad or smth while your dad is just picking at his food and eyeing seokmin every once in a while
• he sensed how awkward everything was so he was like “guys ,,,, what did the pirate say when he turned 80 ,,,,” and everyone’s like ‘wot’ and you’re like holy shti seokmin pls dONT-
• “aYE MATEY !!11!!1″
• your family loved him after that ,,,,
• he’s literally the light of your life okay his smile aside, his energy is just contagious and he always wants to keep you motivated so he encourages you a lot to do your best and gets you back on track when you’re studying and get distracted and literally what would you do without lee seokmin
• okay okay so to the cute parts,,,,, kiSSES SHIT I GTG I HVANET EVEN STARTED YET
• not really the type for passionate kisses, unless he wants to fuck around but usually he just gets straight to the point and gives a little peck or smth
• idk what an eskimo kiss is but lets say he does that bc the word eskimo sounds cute and so is seokmin
• he iS THE TYPE TO LAUGH AGAINST YOUR MOUTH MAN OK MY GOD ITS TOO CUTE BY E
• maybe a month and a half after you start dating, you are suddenly struck w the realization that you know nothing about him
• yeah you know his birthday, you met some of his friends, and his parents love you but he doesn’t tell you abt his hoBBIES
• so one day you ask him about it on a date while walking through the park like “what do you like”
• he planned on answering smth cute or cheesy like “do you mean who ? bc then i can say you lmao ;)))” but that is embarrassing af and you didn’t really need to clarify yourself for him to properly answer the question
• he was like “well ,,,, i sing ,,,” and you’re literally like ah so you can sing :))) nice :))) ,,,,,,,,
• wAIT SHIT HOLD UP YOUR BOYFRIEND CAN SING AND YOU DIDNT EVEN KNOW
• however, to your convenience :)))) there was some random guy playing guitar on a park bench and you usually dont request for him to do things that he’s not comfortable with but you really ! want !! to hear !!! him sing !!!!! so you’re like go sing w guy on the bench
• you thought he was gonna go protest like “ aHhhhh nOOOooO i couldn’t possibly !!11!1 ./////.”
• but to your surprise, he’s like sure and he sits down beside the guy asking if he can sing along and he starts and shIT IF HIS VOICE IS NOT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING YOU’VE EVER HEARD IN YOUR LIFE THEN ——-
• seokmin and the guitarist made a good duo so it attracted attention so while he’s there having the time of his life, before he knew it, a whole crowd had gathered around and he’s like ohmy whats this ,,,,, ;)))))
• so after that event that happened in the park, he constantly sings to you whether it be on another date or you’re just hanging around at your houses, but you will actually never let him go a day without having to hear his voice
• when its 3am in the morning and you’re feeling restless, you text him if he’s still awake and to your surprise, he still is
• you ask him why he’s still up but he doesn’t really have a particular reason ,,, however when he asks you why YOURE up, you just answer him saying like you can’t sleep or the movie you watched before bed scared the shit out of you
• so, likewise, this boy offers to SING :)))
• hes gonna call and even through the phone when you could hear a few cars driving past or drunken voices flooding the background bc of his wild neighbour having another house party through the other end of the line, his voice puts you almost right to sleep and when you’re dozing off and he thinks you’re already asleep, he’s gonna whisper
• “have a good night, i love you” and he hangs up
• that was the first time he eVER SAID THAT OK AND HONESTly you keep the fact that you heard it a secret bc if seokmin told you that thinking that you were asleep, he obviously didn’t want you to just bLATANTLY mention it but he low-key knew you were still awake and did it on purpose bc he loves you that much shit ok i need to drink some water bye guys
Writing Prompt #5 “You’re really jealous, aren’t you?” Harry Wells
“I’ll see you later.” You gave Barry a big hug.
He squeezed you tightly, “Yes you will. Don’t be late.”
You laughed a little, “Says the man who is always late for everything…”
He smirked at you, “Not for this though, it’s your birthday and your my best friend.”
You rolled your eyes, “I’ll be impressed if you make it on time.”
“I will!” He waved as he walked out making you chuckle.
You turned seeing Harry starring at you. He looked away sharply as if he were just taking notes, “What?”
“Nothing…I didn’t say anything.” He told you quickly.
“If I didn’t know better I’d say you’re jealous.” You watched him stiffen up as surprise rippled over you, “You’re really jealous, aren’t you?”
“Wh…why would I be jealous?” He looked at you taking off his glasses.
“I don’t know.” You said your voice raising in a mocking tone, “Why would you? Why are you getting so defensive over a simple question?”
He stared at you for a moment trying to make up his mind. Finally he set down the pen walking toward you, “Yes…I am jealous.”
“…wh…what?” You took a step back, “Really?”
“How could I not be? You were this earth’s equal to Harrison Wells. He hired you for your brilliance, your friendship with Barry Allen was second…” He told you getting closer, “You’re also stunning to behold.”
You could feel your ears getting really hot as he closed the distance, “You…you’ve never shown interest…”
“I didn’t know how.” He stopped in front of you, “You’re surrounded by friends all the time…”
“So…” You looked up into his eyes, “You’ve felt this…a while then?”
“Yes,” He reached down taking your hands in his, “and its your birthday…”
“That hardly seems important now…” You looked down. His hand found your chin lifting it up, “Harry…”
“I didn’t get you anything…but…” He leaned down brushing your lips with his. So simple a gesture, yet if filled your with so many emotions, “a birthday kiss will have to do.”
You stood there a moment longer as he turned away from you. Yes…this gift would linger a while for sure.
“Tell Barry I said hi…” Harry smirked putting his glasses back on.