listen to it at least once a day

One Last Wish

“Jack….” Ashi was held tightly in his arms, closing her eyes as she savored the warm embrace. The moon had risen high into the sky and she could feel her time start to come to a close.

“Let me hold you one last time…” he said softly, his heart twisting in having to say goodbye once again. He got his wish. To see Ashi one more time. It will never be enough, but at least they both got a chance to spend one more day before being separated once again.

They will meet again in another life. Just not this one.

Ashi smiled as she held on tightly back and clung to this warmth and love.

They will meet again.

That was a promise given to them when he made his wish.

It did not make the heart ache any less when she began to fade. They looked into each other’s eyes, never breaking contact as he grasped at her vanishing form and smiled through his tears.

Don’t say goodbye.

Her eyes conveyed this message as the last remnants of her left this plane of existence.

“I will see you again.”

It was a promise.

Writing meme

I got tagged by  @cinnamonsweetrolls!

Is there a snack you like to eat while writing?

M&M’s, if I’m lucky. Chocolate is my vice.

What time of day do you usually write?

I try to squeeze in time to write, but it is very, very hard. I used to be able to do more last year, but I’ve since gone back to work and I can’t get free time until at least 9:30 every night.

Where do you write?

My bedroom, cross-legged on my bed. I just can’t seem to do it in front of the TV.

How often do you write a new fic?

Maybe once every six months.

Do you listen to music while you write?

No, never. I’ve never been able to handle distractions well. My mind is like those sloths in Zootopia; I can do one creative thing at a time and only veeery slowly.

Paper or laptop?

Laptop.

Do you have a special pre-writing ritual?

Get baby to fall asleep. Creep out of the room. Run downstairs to grab the laptop, open Word, write four words, hear the baby cry, then close laptop and go back to baby Sloth-Race’s room.

What do you do to get into the writing?

I love to read other people’s stories. I like to try to get the feeling of their fics in my head so that I can try to reach for that standard in my own stories.

Do you have a reward system for word counts?

No. Any amount is more than I had the day before. I’ll take it.

Is there anything else about your writing process your readers don’t know?

I’m really trying to juggle work, home, and creative things because I want to finish my Language Barriers fic. I often spend lunchtime in my office trying to draw or write, but then I forget to eat my lunch. Essentially, something always has to give. 


Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it!  I prefer not to tag individual people for fear of leaving someone out.

@ young girls watching supergirl: no, you don’t need to keep giving second, third, fourth chances to a guy that disrespects you constantly and don’t listen to you. no, a guy being possessive is not “love” or “care”. no, a guy that drives you crazy in a bad way at LEAST once a day is not someone you should go for. no, it’s not your job to teach a guy how to be a decent person.

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The Get Down meme[2/10] scenes  
↳ “Um… I wrote a speech. But who’s got time for all that, right? So, I’m gonna just riff this. The super cool Persian poet Rumi once wrote: “Where there’s ruin, there’s hope for a treasure.” Now, the other day, I was up on 183rd, and this rich lady called it “taki”, man. But I talked to my man Tracy from 168th and he said: “Listen for the voice of the ghetto. ‘Cause it crashes down on you when you least expect it.””

lassitudeian  asked:

I too am procrastinating!! I'd really like to see Dex and Nursey sharing Lardo's room, Dex becoming more comfortable with himself and Nursey, and realizing that the team has his back

hooray for procrastination! okay room sharing, lets bullet point this shit (also i kind of stuck to the prompt but the main focus is on room sharing and being comfortable with each other and less on everyone having each others’ backs, sorry it kind of ran away from me)

  • to start, dex gets the top bunk and nursey gets the bottom obvs bc honestly can you imagine nursey successfully climbing up to the top without falling off the ladder at least once a week?
  • music is a big point of contention for the first month 
    • dex blasts dad rock whenever he’s coding and nursey listens to his indie shit so loudly that even when he’s using headphones dex can hear it from the top bunk
    • they reach a weird understanding one day when nursey puts a playlist on shuffle and they end up both singing along to the middle by jimmy eat world and they discover they both  are still in  went through a punk rock/pop phase (yes i have been reading @heyfightme‘s punk au)
    • from there on they reach a pretty easy agreement that when they’re both in the room and neither are studying, it’s tb punk from the 2005 era or anything they’ve recently discovered
    • (for the sake of avoiding arguments) 
    • (also because both love watching the other get lost in the music as they scream the lyrics)
    • (please take a moment to imagine two 6′2″ hockey players yell the words to i don’t wanna be an asshole anymore by the menzingers to each other as they jump up and down in the middle of their bedroom at 4pm)
  • it takes a while to get a bathroom routine down bc nursey has A Lot of skincare products and he likes to bathe william, not all of us are neanderthals that enjoy feeling crusty

the rest is under the cut bc i got carried away

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How to learn a language

Tips from a language major:

•When learning new vocabulary write the meaning in your language once and the new word at least three times

•If you are learning a new writing style (I.e. Hanzi, kanji, Sanskrit, etc.) write the character at least three times, the meaning and the pronunciation once.
-do not write the pronunciation above the character, write it to the side, otherwise you won’t even try to read it.
-Learn! Stroke! Order!

•when reviewing vocab try to use the word in a sentence.

•do not pay attention to the technicalities of the grammar. Do not attempt to compare it to your own language. This will seriously mess you up for 80 years. Just pay attention to the sentence structure and make similar sentences.

•if you are learning a tonal language (I.e Chinese) or language that has sounds that don’t exist in your language watch videos of people pronouncing things and try to match their mouth movements.

•if all else fails on your tones just speak quickly.

•watch TV shows in that language and yes watch them with subtitles. But please be aware that may not be how people speak in real life (I’m looking at you, Japanese/Chinese/Korean learners)

•DO NOT BE AFRIAD TO MAKE MISTAKES of you mess up during a sentence just correct yourself and keep going.

•flash cards, flash cards, flash cards. Real and digital.

•spend at least an hour a day on it (OUTSIDE of class), if you’re trying to learn on your own you’re gonna need more time.

•talk to yourself in that language, take notes in it, set your phone to it. You probably look crazy but that is a-ok.

•listen to music in that language, while it probably won’t do much for your ability in the beginning it will help you distinguish sounds once you get pretty good.

•and lastly, don’t give up. It took you like ten years to grasp your own language it’s gonna take awhile to grasp another.

-How I learned 2 ½ languages at once.

I Got You On My Mind [Part 5]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

[Part One] | Previous Part | Part Five | Next Part

Summary: You and Jungkook plan another date after exchanging numbers. Since you’re under house arrest, Jungkook decides to spend the evening at your place. And things seem to go perfectly–until they don’t. 

Word count: 2.1k words

Originally posted by jungxook

After you hobbled home from the music building, your body was exhausted. But you were still thrumming with excitement, clutching your cell phone tightly in your hand. You had finally gotten Jungkook’s phone number, and he finally had yours.

With great difficulty, you managed to pry off your shoe and make it to your bedroom. After carefully setting your crutches aside, you fell back onto your bed. Holding your phone above your face, you couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across your lips.

You opened your contacts, pulling up Jungkook’s profile. He had snapped a silly selfie when he put his number into your phone, and you stared dazedly at your soulmate’s photograph, feeling more fond than you thought was appropriate.

Hesitantly, you composed a new text message. You began to type a quick greeting, but it seemed too formal, so you erased it. “Hey soulmate,” you tried, then immediately cringed. Backspacing quickly, you stared at the blank text. Maybe it would be best to wait for Jungkook to text first.

Letting your arm–and your phone–fall to the bed, you stared up at the plain ceiling and tried to remember Jungkook before the car accident. After racking your brain relentlessly, you were left with a headache and no answers.

That only made you more curious–what was your first encounter with Jungkook really like? He seemed to like you enough now, so surely it must’ve gone well.

With thoughts of Jungkook on your mind, you slowly drifted to sleep, the world around you fading to black.


You woke with a start, your eyes shooting open. Beside your ear, your phone was vibrating loudly. Exhaling shakily, you placed your hand over your racing heart. Eventually, you picked up your phone from beside you, checking the lock screen for notifications.

When you saw what had set off the alert, you nearly dropped your phone.

Jungkook had texted you. Excitedly, you unlocked your phone and opened your messaging app.

RECEIVED 1:43 PM
Hey Y/N 💩

You laughed at Jungkook’s poop emoji and quickly composed a response.

SENT 1:44 PM
Hey 🍪

RECEIVED 1:45 PM
What’s with the cookie?

SENT 1:45 PM
It’s u

SENT 1:45 PM
Kookie

You blushed, wondering if the nickname was a bit too much. Suddenly, your phone buzzed, but this time, it was a text from Jieun. Confused, you opened the new chat.

RECEIVED 1:47 PM
Are u talking to Jungkook? He’s sitting a row in front of me. He’s staring @ his phone and MAD blushing

Laughing, you felt your embarrassment fade away. You quickly replied to Jieun with an affirmative and closed the chat. Returning to your conversation with Jungkook, you saw that he had already responded.

RECEIVED 1:47 PM
…cute

RECEIVED 1:48 PM
So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime. Haven’t seen you in while

SENT 1:49 PM
Like a date? Or are we aiming for platonic soulmates?

Another alert from Jieun appeared on your screen, and you cackled as you went to check her update on Jungkook.

RECEIVED 1:50 PM
WHAT DID U DO?!?! HE’S COMPLETELY RED

RECEIVED 1:50 PM
ARE U SEXTING

SENT 1:50 PM
Jieun wtf

You squirmed around on your bed, feeling happier than you had since you left the hospital. The smile on your face seemed permanent, and you grabbed your pillow and squealed into it. Still, it was kind of depressing that texting your two friends could make you so excited.

Grabbing your phone again, you checked to see if Jungkook had summoned enough courage to respond. He had.

RECEIVED 1:52 PM
Yes, like a date.


SENT 2:01 PM
JIEUN!!!! JUNGKOOK IS COMING OVER FOR A DATE TONIGHT!! PLS HELP ME CLEAN THE APARTMENT AND MYSELF


When Jieun had come home, she frantically shoved the mess in the living room into her own bedroom while you limped around the house, dusting things. It was the most you had ever cleaned since you had moved in together, which was saying a lot.

Then, she had helped you into the shower, making sure you stayed upright as you bathed yourself. Your friendship with Jieun was a true one–both of you had long graduated any feelings of embarrassment around each other.

By the time everything was said and done, it was almost time for Jungkook to arrive. Jieun helped you onto the couch, setting your crutches against the wall beside you.

“I’m going to go to Lisa’s place for awhile,” Jieun said as she flopped onto the couch beside you. “Just call me when you’re ready for me to come home.”

“You don’t have to leave, you know,” you frowned, turning to look at your friend. Jieun just rolled her eyes at you. “I’m serious! I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure Jungkook would,” Jieun snorted. “I’ll let you soulmates do your thing. Just…be careful, okay? Don’t jump headfirst into something you’re not ready for.”

“I’m not going to sleep with him,” you replied, a little incredulously. Jieun winced at that. “We’re just going to watch a movie and talk, I guess.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jieun said, standing up. She walked over to the foyer and grabbed a jacket from the closet. “Don’t let yourself get swept away by the emotions of the moment.”

“Wow, you’re pretty insightful today,” you commented, trying to lighten the mood. “You should write this shit down.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Jieun laughed. She slipped into her coat. “I’m going to head out now. Call me later, okay?”

On cue, there was a knock at the door. Jieun shot you a serious look before she turned to open the door, but you couldn’t read it. Then, she swung the door open, revealing a slightly nervous Jungkook, still dressed in all black.

Jungkook glanced down at Jieun, who said something quietly to him. From where you were sitting, you couldn’t hear, but you just hoped Jieun wasn’t threatening him. Jungkook frowned and said something back, and then the two brushed passed each other.

Jieun left, shutting the door behind her quietly. When you turned your gaze back to Jungkook, he was smiling lopsidedly at you.

“Hey Y/N,” he said, holding up a plastic bag in his hand. “I brought some Chinese. Hope that’s okay.”

“If I had any doubts that we were soulmates before, I’m completely certain now,” you replied, eyeing the bag hungrily as the scent of Chinese food wafted around the apartment. “You know the way to a girl’s heart.”

“Didn’t think it would be that easy,” Jungkook laughed, stepping out of his shoes and making his way towards you. He set the food onto the coffee table in front of the couch and sat down beside you. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Eating,” you replied immediately, still staring at the takeout. Jungkook laughed again, and when you glanced at him, his eyes were crinkled into crescents. If your heart clenched at that, no one needed to know.

“There was a really good movie I watched recently,” Jungkook said, unpacking the food that he had brought. He popped open the lids, revealing black bean noodles, sweet and sour chicken, and broccoli and beef. You could feel your mouth watering.

“I’m down for anything,” you replied, picking up your laptop from the coffee table. You turned on the screen and opened up your browser. “What’s it called?”

“The Girl Who Leapt Through Time,” Jungkook replied, breaking apart a pair of chopsticks. “Classic.”

“Seriously?” you asked, turning to gawk at him. “Are you a closet weab? How come you never told me before?”

“It’s embarrassing,” Jungkook said, blushing slightly. “I mean…do I look like I watch anime?”

“That’s true,” you agreed, reaching to grab your own set of chopsticks. You split them easily, resisting the urge to rub them together because you had heard it was a rude gesture. “Still, who am I to judge?”

“So you’ve seen the movie already,” Jungkook surmised, popping a piece of beef into his mouth. “I have a billion other suggestions.”

“I haven’t watched Your Name yet,” you commented, fishing out a piece of broccoli. “I heard it was really good.”

“Yeah, I loved it!” Jungkook exclaimed through a mouthful of noodles. “I’ll watch it again, I don’t care.”

And so you pulled up the movie on your laptop, streaming it to the TV in front of you. You and Jungkook ate quickly as the movie played before you. Paying more attention to the food, you startled when Jungkook began quietly singing the opening song along with the movie.

Discreetly, you glanced at Jungkook as he sang. His voice was beautiful, to say the least. He sang effortlessly and melodiously, his clear voice floating around the room. Eventually, the opening ended, and he nonchalantly returned to eating.

“Your voice is beautiful,” you remarked softly, still awed by Jungkook’s performance. He turned to you, his cheeks full of food, and blushed slightly.

“Oh, thank you,” he managed, voice muffled by his full mouth. He chewed with some difficulty, and once he swallowed, he spoke again. “Well, I am a music major.”

“Still,” you sighed reverently. “Some people are just born with nice voices. Damn, I could listen to you sing all day.”

Jungkook’s cheeks darkened, and he coughed awkwardly and turned back to face the movie. “I wouldn’t mind singing for you again,” he said quietly after a few moments. “You know, if you want.”

“Yeah, I’d love that,” you replied honestly. You and Jungkook turned your attention back to the movie with small smiles.


After the movie ended, you and Jungkook just talked for a few hours. You reminisced about the old memories you shared together, and you learned a few new things about each other, too. Like Jungkook was a good artist, and you could play more instruments than he could.

Eventually, you and Jungkook both realized it was time for you to part. It was getting late, but neither of you wanted to say goodbye.

“I should really go now,” Jungkook said again, although he made no attempt to move. “Like, I really should.”

“No one’s stopping you,” you replied, quirking an eyebrow. Jungkook pouted at you–a habit of his you weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to, since it seemed so out of character.

“Rude,” Jungkook said, actually standing up this time. He extended his arms and helped you to your feet, reaching around you to pass you your crutches. “But I guess I do need to leave. Jieun’s waiting to come back, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “I’ll walk you to the door, since that’s as far as I’m allowed to go.”

You and Jungkook made your way to the foyer, and he began to put on his shoes. The sight evoked a strange sense of deja vu, but you shrugged it away.

“Tonight was really fun,” you said, and Jungkook smiled up at you from where he was kneeling. Once ha had finished tying his Timberlands, he stood back up.

“I thought so, too,” Jungkook agreed. “I wouldn’t mind doing something like this again.”

“Maybe we could actually go out somewhere if my house arrest is lifted,” you laughed.

“I’m fine anywhere, as long as I’m with you,” Jungkook said shyly. And it was so cheesy, but you couldn’t help but blush. When your eyes met Jungkook’s, his were serious. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, shocked at Jungkook’s request.

His hands came up to gently cup your face, and he stared intently down at you. Slowly, he moved forward, and your eyes fluttered shut. His soft lips pressed gently against yours, where he lingered for a moment. Then, Jungkook pulled away. When you opened your eyes, Jungkook was grinning at you.

“I’ll see you later,” Jungkook said softly, turning towards the door.

“Bye,” you said, your voice nearing a whisper. But Jungkook heard, and turned back to smile at you one last time. Then, he turned the doorknob and slipped out of the apartment, closing the door shut firmly behind him. Again, you were struck by a strong feeling of deja vu.

Then you realized–it was because you had seen this all before.

Jungkook in your apartment, standing in the foyer, putting his shoes on. Jungkook looking at you, a very different expression on his face. Jungkook, your soulmate, turning away from you and slamming the door as he left, his cruel parting words echoing loudly in your mind.

You remembered.

And suddenly, for the first time in weeks, you heard the whispers of Jungkook’s thoughts in the back of your mind. Quieter than before, but present nonetheless. Focusing, you were able to make out your soulmate’s voice.

“Fuck. I really, really, really like her.”

Tears began to pool in your eyes. You weren’t sure what to believe.

- Girl in Luv

Writing about Chinese food made me so hungry. But I can’t even eat anything good because I’m on a damn diet. ANyway, hope you enjoyed this instalment of the series! Sorry it took so long to write. Also this is unedited, so I’ll go back and make any corrections later. I’m going to try to wrap this story up in the next few parts. Let me know if you liked it! Thanks always for the support, and happy reading 💛

Classroom Distractions

This is almost entirely fluff as a break from a really angsty one-shot I’ve also been working on.  I have some other stuff in the works (including a canon one-shot, AU one-shot, and multi-chap), but I thought I’d get this out.  Hope you enjoy!

FFN

Summary: Professor Killian Jones’ history lecture gets a surprise visitor. (NOT StudentxProfessor)

Everybody taking one of Professor Killian Jones’ lectures knew Mrs. Jones.  Or, if they didn’t know she was actually his wife, they knew the blonde woman who he called “Swan” and who occasionally snuck into the room and made their professor’s always excited grin grow even wider.

She first appeared in the middle of his Ancient, Medieval, and Renaissance Political Theory lecture about three lectures into the class.  About one-third of the female population was drooling over the handsome professor with the accent talking about the Spartan system of government when the blonde woman slid into the room and sat in the chair behind his desk as he lectured in front of the projector.

The students who first noticed her assumed she was an older student who was either playing a prank or trying to catch the eye of Professor Jones by doing something bold. However, when the man caught sight of her, he merely smiled and asked, “Well, Swan, since you seem so eager to learn, can you tell me who first imposed this code of laws on Sparta?”

She frowned thoughtfully and responded, “Lucretius?”

He chuckled. “Lycurgus, love.  But I can tell you’re listening.”  He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before turning back to his class.  “Let’s go ahead and take our break now.  Five minutes and be back here.”

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Business and Pleasure - Part 17

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,881

Warnings: Swearing, angst


Originally posted by captaincentenarian


In the weeks following, you had almost completely isolated yourself. You were now working from home, unable to find the motivation to drag yourself into the office. It wasn’t like you had to be there anyway. Your job mostly consisted of things that could easily be done remotely. Any time your team needed to consult with you, they just scheduled a conference call. Anyway, Steve kept you updated if there was anything you missed. That was one of the many bonuses of working with him.

You were still staying with Steve, but you preferred to spend most of your time in your room. You were suddenly thankful that he had ignored your advice and rented the two-bedroom apartment rather than the one bedroom that you had initially suggested. When he was at work, it was either Wanda or Steve’s friend Natasha who watched over you. You tried to insist that it was unnecessary, but none of them would listen. They usually left when Steve got home, and you would sit with him, eat dinner and watch whatever sports game or TV show Steve was watching, then excuse yourself to go to bed.

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Stage Door (Daveed x Reader)

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Summary: The whole “you see color when you touch your soulmate” deal. It’s fluff (and smut. There’s some in there).

A/N: Thank you thank you thank you for reading. You’re all too cool for me.


At least it was Friday. You just had to get through a day of work, then you could come home and binge-watch Netflix.  The entry level job you had been given was not challenging, and you spent a majority of your time reading or listening to music.  Though it was tedious it paid well, and you couldn’t complain about being able to make rent for once.  


“Your shirt and pants don’t match.”

You sighed.  Your cubicle-mate had recently met her soulmate, and every day for the past week she had criticized your choice of outfit.  

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An Open Letter to Residents Everywhere on National Doctor’s Day.

Doctors, 

Someone mentioned to me that today was National Doctor’s Day. 

Woohoo?

There were apparently cookies sitting in a doctor’s lounge somewhere that I did not have a second to visit between running back and forth to help with inpatient issues, being scrubbed in a case I was not skilled enough to adequately assist with, and calling back a dozen phone calls. I didn’t have a chance before I ran across the street to go cross-cover at our children’s hospital. I’m sure there are more cookies or other tokens sitting in some lounge here as well. I won’t touch them, there are two emergent cases on their way in and all the work to do before and after. 

I’m sure your day was like mine. 

This is the nature of residency: the running, the to-do lists with tiny boxes made on your patient sheets, the phone calls to make, the families to talk to, the prescriptions to write. 

When someone mentioned to me a basket of these Doctor’s Day cookies and that I should go grab one, I laughed and asked “do I count as a doctor?”. 

Do I count?

I don’t know about you, but I don’t always feel like one. I’m still a trainee. I’m still looking up at my senior residents who can so easily pull off the perfect stitch or read the subtlety of a CT finding that slipped past me. And I see the senior residents looking covetingly at the skills of an attending. 

I think that we are residents are so often faced with our inadequacies and our flaws that we forget to see our growth, our successes.

I hope you can find a moment today to see the successes and not the failures.  

Every day you come to work, the bar gets higher. You climb one mountain only to see another on the horizon that is taller. 

It starts to seem endless. 

Honestly, I think that we’ve grown so accustomed to the job we’ve stopped realizing that what we do is impossible. We are miracle workers every day - and that often goes unnoticed by everyone around us. Patients don’t know that you moved heaven and earth to get their insurance to approve the medication. Your attending doesn’t realize that you had to make 8 phone calls to beg a consulting service into coming down to complete a consult. No one realizes that you’ve been awake for 36 hours straight, or worked the last 13 out of 14 days on never more than 6 hours of sleep. 

You can quickly treat for atrial fibrillation or run a code (at least until an official code team arrives). You can place a chest tube or a central line. You walk a med student through their first H&P or foley catheter placement (you even make them feel good about it). 

You are all at once a great many things. You are a human being. You are a teacher. You are a hand holder and a listener and a councilor and a coordinator and a computer technician and an errand runner and a diplomat. 

And you are a doctor. 

Whether or not you always feel like one, you are a doctor. 

You count. I count. 

This job is impossible: but I’m going to keep going. I hope you are too. 

With love, 

Katharine 

anonymous asked:

one of these tiny au things for jeon wonwoo (ma man ma main man) please!!!!! THANK U so much i <3 your blog im

  • book club!au with wonwoo 
  • he always shows up in the most comfy oversized cardigan and glasses slipping down his nose and tired, black circles under his eyes which you think are really r e a l l y adorable
  • doesn’t really comment that much during discussions, just listens to what others says and nods
  • got asked out by like every member at least once and he’s used the same excuse which is “im sorry, but my friend mingyu asked me to tutor him that day-”
  • fell asleep during one meeting so you carefully poked his side with your pencil so he’d wake up and not get called out
  • was staring at someone while they were talking and the person was like ‘i-uh-um-uh wonwoo are you mad at me????” and he perked up like huh what no why
  • and the person was like,,,,,,,,,sorry it just felt like you were burrowing a hole through me with that look on your face
  • wonwoo getting embarrassed: sorry,,,,,it’s my default,,,,
  • you’re reading one of your favorite books in the club and apparently it’s just come out as a film and everyone is super excited to go and see it
  • but when you all do, you end up hating it and the only other person who agrees with you on how shitty the producer did is,,,,,wonwoo
  • and you’re like “i don’t get how he ruined,,,,,,such an amazing piece of literature” and wonwoo adjusts his glasses and shrugs and is like “all movies,,,,,don’t really ever do justice to the book do they?” and you’re like RiGht,,,,,,,it’s just you can’t get 500 pages into two hours
  • and you and wonwoo both admit that harry potter flopped in comparison to the books 
  • and somehow you get to chatting more and you leave the group at the movie theater to find a cafe and wonwoo is showing you his reading list on his phone and you’re telling him about a new author you’ve just discovered
  • and he moves his seat so you’re basically shoulder to shoulder, huddled close with your cold cups of coffee
  • and ,,,,, to everyone you look like a couple ,,,,, you guys just don’t notice it hehe
  • but when you look up and see wonwoo’s eyes through his frames, you turn a bit pink and stutter over what you’re saying and he fiddles with his fingers because your eyes met,,,,
  • and when you both decide to go wonwoo shyly asks if you’d like to give him your number,,,,,,to talk about books you know,,,,,,,and you gladly give it
  • and you’re both smiling to yourselves as you walk in opposite directions,,,,,,,,
  • the bookclub demands to know how your first date went the next meeting and you and wonwoo both melt at the word date LOL
Treat Her Better

Originally posted by whyparkjimin


ANONYMOUS Requested: 

Hii can I request an angst yet fluffy jimin scenario where there are rumours about jimin and seulgi and you feel so sad about it but keep to yourself and then jimin says things about her and they have a big fight but fluffy ending please and thank you 💕💕 have a good day x


Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1,141

A/N: You gave me too much freedom with this, hope you like it regardless.


You and Jimin had known each other for a while, from when you two were kids. You always thought of his as that brother you never had. He was sweet and caring, but could also mess around and have a good time. The two of you were always close. When he wasn’t napping in your bed, you were over at his place hanging out. He was basically family to you, he didn’t even have to knock when he went over to your place; and your parents loved him, too. You shared almost everything, friends, family, houses, sometimes you even took his clothes. However, no matter how close you were you couldn’t help but feel a little jealousy when other girls got too close to him. You convinced yourself you didn’t have feelings for Jimin, you couldn’t have feelings for him.

The two of you remained close, even after he left to Seoul to pursue and eventually accomplish his dream of being an idol. He was now in the public eye, he wasn’t quite the Jimin you had grown up with. Nevertheless, your friendship didn’t dwindle, if anything your bond grew stronger. Eventually you, too, left Busan to pursue something greater. You didn’t necessarily want to become famous, you just wanted to write; and so you wrote. You became a published author, got your own place, made your own life. It was everything you could ever want, a quiet life in the city. You still hung out with Jimin on the occasion that he had a day off, it wasn’t uncommon that you talked with him. You’d met his idol friends once or twice, and even though he was a big world renowned star, he was still the little Jimin you’d grown up with. He hadn’t changed a single bit. However, your heart longed for him, and you knew better than to tell him. You knew that there were idol girls that he could definitely prefer over you.

Such was the case with Seulgi. Dating rumors broke, and you couldn’t help but feel jealous even though Jimin was neither yours nor hers. You asked him if it was true, but he’d mostly laugh it off with a

“Ah, we’re not dating. I think I’ve seen her a few times on shows, but we’re just friends, I think. Why do you ask? Are you jealous, (y/n)?”

Which you then vigorously denied that you were jealous, how could you be? Jimin was like your brother, not exactly the guy you’d want to catch feelings for. Regardless, you carried on with your lives, leaving the rumors on the back of your mind.

Rumors. Rumors is all they were, until Jimin was getting a liking for Seulgi. He’d begun to remark how good she looked recently, how amazing her voice was. She truly was stunning, she was an idol after all. She was really sweet, too, she was everything you weren’t. So what if Jimin liked her? You could find someone too, there were a lot of charming guys out there. But, something in your heart made you die inside a little when he spoke so fondly about her, it made you sad that it wasn’t you he praised. That it wasn’t you who occupied his thoughts, because he sure occupied yours. As much as it killed you, you couldn’t tell him how you felt; that’d endanger your friendship. Maybe it was time to let go.

 

One day, the two of you decided to grab lunch together. Everything was going like it usually does, you teasing Jimin about something or other, both of you laughing about it, and moving on. Eventually, the subject turned to Seulgi. As per usual, Jimin began on how beautiful she was, the usual. But for once you didn’t care to hear about her anymore, you’d heard enough. Before you knew it, you were interrupting Jimin mid- praise.

“If you love her so much why don’t you just date her already?! I’m sure she’d be perfectly willing!” -You remarked, your tone a lot harsher than you had intended. He was taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“(Y/n), what was that for?! Are you actually jealous right now?!” He raised his voice only a slight bit, but it was enough to make tears well up in your eyes. He really couldn’t see it. How could he be so clueless?

“Maybe it’s because you won’t shut up about her! Like, I get it, Jimin, you really like her! So go be with her if you want her so badly!”

“You know I can’t do that, (y/n).”

“What the fuck is stopping you? Sure as hell isn’t me! Nobody is stopping you!”

With that, Jimin had had enough,

“When you can get over your petty jealousy, we can hang out again. Don’t even bother with texting me, call me intead. But only if you’re actually dying.”

He left you there on the verge of tears. You wanted to be mad at him, but you knew that this was all your doing.  You texted him anyway, completely ignoring what he’d told you just moments ago.

[2:20PM (Y/N): Jimin I’m sorry, let’s talk yeah?]

[2:20PM (Y/N): Please, I’m really sorry.]

[Jimin: seen 2:21PM]

 

You took that as your cue to go home. For once in your life, you actually listened to Jimin, you didn’t text or call him. You decided that maybe this would do it, this was how you’d get over him. But, as the days went on, you just grew fonder and fonder. Not leaving your mind a single second, you didn’t even dare going on social media or outside for that matter. The days passed by in a daze, it felt like only a few hours ago you’d had that argument with Jimin. You hadn’t seen a single ray of sunlight in at least a week. And still, he refused to call or text.


You never minded being alone, but tonight it was killing you. You couldn’t keep this up, as stubborn as you were, you couldn’t keep denying it to yourself. You couldn’t keep denying it to Jimin either. You had the brilliant idea to call him, half drunk, at 11PM with hopes that he’d pick up. The alcohol was liquid courage, it filled you with determination to tell him how you felt once and for all. The line rang, once, twice,

“Hello?” His voice tired and raspy.

“Jimin, I love you.” You said, before you could stop yourself.

“(Y/n), do you know what time it is?”

“Yeah, but I just called to say I love you. I was jealous, and I’m sorry. I might have been childish but I want to say I’m sorry and that I don’t care if you like Seulgi.”

There was a brief silence, as if he was unsure of what you’d said.

“(Y/n)?”

“Jimin?”

“I love you, too.”

Split - Kai Scenario. Part 4

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 3145

A/n: I finally uploadeed!!!

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When you and Tae return from your work on Friday, he doesn’t even let you take off his jacket properly. He quickly gets rid of his shoes and runs off to somewhere in the house.

You know what he feels. Of course you know, don’t you feel the same too? Everything inside your body is shaking from nervousness or excitement or maybe anxiety, but this time you are determined to control yourself. You are a mother. You won’t let yourself act like a teenager again.

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me: finnpoe is gonna rise!!!!

my crippling anxiety: okay but listen here sweetie disney doesn’t have the fucking guts to go all the way with a canon mlm couple in a major movie franchise the backlash would be immense and the company itself is still wildly homophobic and there’s just too many obstacles in way for it to happen????

me, crying on the ground: finnpoe is gonna rise!!!!!!!

Some words you won’t unhear, I can’t go back to the person that I was before I hurt you and things will be slightly different between us.

So please, if you’re reading or listening to the songs of the trees and the birds, know that just like early morning– you’re the very definition of home to me, somewhere lost between the morning daze and the highlight gaze
you sang to me.

So please, if you’re never going to forgive me properly at least tell me that what we had was once real and if you could just know that I write these words not as another apology, but as a means that I still think about you when the sun goes down and the moon arrives with another poem to write.

So please, if you’re with someone else some day, just try to forget about the emotional abuse that I put you through, I don’t really know myself, so of course I was going to fuck things up between us, you always were the softer parts of me, the way your lips liked to say my name as we’re arguing with a how could you to amplify the anger that won’t subside with a simple goodbye or a slam at the door.

So please, if you’re alone and drunk, just know that I’m probably doing the same thing. We won’t call and we won’t text, two strangers with a hunger for one another, but we won’t ever meet again and I love you seems to be ripped from page to page, but you’re still my favorite kind of regret. I’m so sorry that we had to end up like this.

So please, I know that we’re still together, but if you ever want out just read these words and take them with you. To the highest mountains, you can burn this letter and let our apologies scatter all over the forest floor. To the bottom of the ocean, I’ll play you the saddest song and I’ll call it blue. I’ll name your eye colors after my favorite thing, I’ll name our love after our favorite song, I’ll name these scars without a blame, I hope that one day we’ll love with the lightness that was us, and if we don’t, and if I don’t and if you don’t remember us, that’s okay. I can live with this, I have to live with this.

So please, if you pick up this letter while I’m sleeping right next to you and you’re reading it with the lights dimmed down just so that I won’t wake up, don’t go through the drawers because there will be more where this came from, I leave letters everywhere for you, one for every mood, maybe you’ll find them all some day, you’ve always been the collector type, collect these unhappy days, but always pride yourself on keeping our happy days. The sun will be up in a few minutes, go make some coffee and pretend that you never read this letter. Put it back. Place my favorite book on top of it, pretend that you didn’t know about those scattered letters, pretend that you don’t know my true intentions, pretend that it doesn’t hurt, pretend that we’re going to make it through this, because I promise, I’ll be doing the same and if you bring it up–

why baby, I didn’t write a thing.
you’re just in a dream,
just like how we were
when we first met
and shared that
first kiss and getting
the same tattoo
on the same heart
that said



how did we end up like this?
—  so please, a letter you’ll promise that you didn’t touch, a letter that you’ll swear you didn’t know existed, and if you did happen to find it while we’re happy, it never happened, burn it.