say goodbye not good day

You like it when I write about you
But lately it hurts too much
I feel like I’m writing poetry for
Someone who’s already gone

Being with you always feels like the last time
Like you’re just going to disappear into
Thin air as soon as I walk away from you
Like I’m never going to see you again

When a volcano is about to erupt
They send off warnings so people can be ready
But that never stops the volcano from erupting
It just makes the aftermath easier

You’re my volcano
And just because I know that the end is inevitable doesn’t mean it will hurt any
Less when the day comes for me to
Say goodbye for good

—  Sel Xxx
My Mind Is My Folly

Prompt:  Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 4,721 (I got carried away…)

A/N: I am still debating on whether I should take a break from writing or if I should join the write-a-thon… I already have the ideas for some of the prompts, but I’m not sure if I have time to write and edit them. We’ll see! Sometimes if I am inspired enough, I can write a story in an hour or so. Anyways, I would like to thank @how-could-i-do-this ,@iwrotemywayto-revolution , and @imaginebeinghamiltrash . Thank you for being my soundboard, giving me encouragement to write, and editing. I was so close to scrapping the fic. I love you all and thanks for telling me that my writing isn’t as awful as I think it is.

You didn’t even have to stop pretending to read your book to know that he was here.

Every day for the last week, he would appear exactly at 7:30 A.M., ten minutes before his bus would arrive. He’d slide into the opposite end of the bench, coffee in hand and backpack slung over his shoulder. Then he’d sip his coffee and stare off into space, his knee bouncing up and down impatiently as he waited. Sometimes he’d come with a worn leather-bound notebook in hand or headphones in his ears; those were the days where the leg bouncing was the most intense.

Your weird fascination with him started the second you saw him. You’d been riding the bus for years now – partly because you were one of the few people that liked public transportation, but mostly because you found the inspiration to write when you rode the bus – and it was rare to see someone on this side, the “upper side” of New York City, use the bus. You were usually the only person at the stop, so naturally, your interest was piqued when he appeared.

He was a mess.

His hair was tangled, eyes puffy from the lack of sleep, and clothes wrinkled as if he slept in them. It was… not cute. He simply sat on the other end of the bench, not sparing you a glance, not asking if the seat was taken, and not even attempting to make small talk. He was so odd; you’d never met someone that was so out of touch with their environment.

But as the week unfolded and you noticed his little quirks, such as the leg bouncing and how he would pull at the ends of his hair when he wrote in his notebook, you began to look forward to seeing him, even if it was only for ten minutes until his bus came. He was interesting to observe.

You flipped a page and let out a noise of interest, pretending to have read something intriguing while you focused on him. Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

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paralian - Jimin (Spring Day series)

Originally posted by gotjimin

(n.) one who lives by the sea

I have a best friend.

At least I think I did… once.

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.

Noona…don’t cry.”

“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

Come scream at me keke~ Thanks for reading! And please anticipate the other Spring day stories. <3

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i had the cutest experience this week!!
my sister and i were walking to the shops and on the way there, there’s a street which we refer to as “cat street” because all the windows have cats in them. this one kitten in the photos was outside which was quite unusual so i started stroking it (he was so sweet), we carried on and a little further down the street there was a really pretty white cat in the window, so we stopped to look, and all of a sudden the window bursts open and a pair of arms emerge and this lady is holding this tiny ball of furr and i literally die and she tells us how the little kitten was born 2 weeks ago and how there are 5 of them but he’s the friendliest??!! and then we say goodbye and she tells us to have a good day 😭😭 guys it was soooo cute 🌻❤

We were good together, weren’t we?

Midnight Meetings

Word Count: 2285

Fandom: Sherlock

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Request (s): None

Warning (s): Mentions of drug use

A/N: Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Hope you have a good day mates. <3

Originally posted by eurus-holmes-bbc

It was a fine night in the city of London, or rather, a fine morning. Three in the morning to be exact. You couldn’t sleep and walking the dark streets and alleys seemed to calm your nerves on nights like this. For some reason, unbeknownst to you, you were different from most people. Walking alone at night, especially in the most abandoned part of the city, was a nightmare for most girls but a dreamland for you. You really were strange.

While out walking the town, you had expected to be alone. Who would be out and about at three am, anyways? Surely no sane person would be caught dead in the streets past eleven. Thus why you were so startled to find a man sitting alone in a dark alleyway. Sure, you had seen homeless people and drunks running along the sidewalk, but this man was different in a way you couldn’t explain, but just knew.

“Mrs Ricoletti!” The strange man shouted out, attempting to stand up against the alley wall. You approached cautiously and grabbed his arm before he fell down.

“Sir? Do you need help?” You asked, gripping onto him. He turned to look at you, his cerulean eyes piercing into you, looking you up and down.

“Mrs Ricoletti, she-she wasn’t dead. Sh-she faked it, she faked it! Ricoletti, Ricoletti, Ricoletti! I get it! I need to get to her grave. Graveyard, dead bride. Amelia Rocoletti. Amelia? Are you Amelia?” The man shouted out, turning away and running his hand through his thick curls while leaning his other arm into you.

“No, sir. I’m not Amelia,” you said. He looked at you, inquisitive.

“Sir, who are you? What’s your name?” You asked.

“Sher … Sherlock,” he said softly as if trying to remember his own name.

“Sherlock Holmes? The detective guy? Is that you?” You asked. You pulled out your mobile and googled the name to get the information you needed. Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective. Featured on the blog of John H. Watson.

“Yes, that’s me,” he said, trying to balance himself. You let go of his arm to continue scrolling through the search.

“Where do you live, Mister Sherlock Holmes?” You asked.

“Uh … 382 Barts Street,” he sputtered out after a second of thought. “Wait, no! 291 Baker Avenue! No, that’s not right either.”

“221B Baker Street. Says right here,” you said, smiling at your phone. A little bit of research never did any harm.

“Yes! That’s it,” he mumbled.

“What did you take tonight?” You asked, knowing he had to have taken something to be in the state.

He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled a piece of paper and handed it to you.

“Dear God, how are you still living Holmes?” You breathed, reading the long list of drugs and pain medications. You handed him back his sheet of paper, not wanting to look at it anymore.

“Evading death is my favourite hobby, he chuckled, trying to take a step forward but stumbling a bit.

“You should be getting home,” you said, grabbing his arm again. With a quick google search, you had the right directions to his flat.

You started walking out of the alley, practically dragging the detective with you.

“Hey, hey you. Name, what’s your name?” Sherlock asked, still dazed.

“(Y/N),” you replied.

“(Y/N),” he repeated slowly as if seeing how the name felt on his tongue. It tasted sweet on his lips.

“Yeah, in the flesh” you chuckled, leading him out into the light.

“What are you doing out this late?” Sherlock asked, seeming to grasp control of himself once again. You loosened your grip but let your hand rest on his forearm just in case.

“I could ask you the same thing, Mister Holmes,” you replied.

“Well played,” he muttered.

“So, are you going to answer me?” You asked.

“It’s for a case,” he said from memory as if he said it often.

“Hmm, okay then,” you said.

“Do you want to get some chips? I’m starving,” he asked. You thought for a second before replying.

“Yeah sure, I don’t see why not. Maybe it will give you some time to sober up.”

“Great, I know a 24/7 place just up the road,” Sherlock said. You nodded. He walked ahead of you, fully regaining his balance and his steps becoming more solid.

“Slow down Roadrunner. Calm yourself, we’ll get there when we get there,” you laughed as he walked faster.

“Alright. Just wondering, has anyone ever told you how impossible it is to read you? I’m trying to deduce you but there’s nothing to deduce, are you real?” Sherlock asked.

“Um, no, but … thanks?” You said, tilting your head in confusion.

“No, no, it isn’t a compliment, it’s quite frustrating,” Sherlock corrected.

“Oh,” you replied, glumly.

“It’s wasn’t meant as an insult, either. It was just an observation,” Sherlock added quickly.

“Alright smarty, has anyone ever told you that you are a terrible conversationalist?” You asked.

“Oh yes, it’s all they ever seem to say,” he chuckled. You laughed.

“No, you can’t possibly be that bad,” you said. He shook his head.

“You can think that,” he mumbled.

“Is this it?” You asked, pointing up to the lit sign above you.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, opening the door for you. The man at the counter eyes you suspiciously as you ordered you chips.

“So, you say you can’t ‘deduce’ me? What does that mean?” You asked as you took a seat in the far corner of the little cafe.

“I can read people like books. I notice little things that show the hidden character of a person. The way they speak or look or act makes everything blatantly obvious for me,” he explained. You were fairly certain that he was mostly sober now, though you had your doubts.

“Can you do it to anybody?”

“Everybody,” he confirmed.

“Except me.”

“Yes. Except you, for some reason.”

“Prove it,” you challenged.

“Hmm, alright,” Sherlock glanced around the room before stopping to gaze at the man behind the counter. He smirked. “That man over there. You can see it in the way he looks around, he’s upset we’re here. He wants to leave, he keeps looking at his watch. He’s eager to meet someone, you can tell because he keeps checking his phone for texts. He is wearing a wedding ring, but it is in disrepair, that alone shows the state of his marriage. So obviously, he is hiding that he is cheating. He wants us to leave so he can go and visit his mistress without his wife becoming suspicious of his whereabouts, it’s probably why he chose to work at night.”

“Mm, impressive,” you said.

“Yes, I know,” Sherlock smiled. You laughed.

“Self-assured, are we?” You teased.

“You could say that,” he replied, resting his hands in a prayer position under his chin.

“These chips are really good,” you said, attempting to make small talk, his eyes never leaving your form.

“Yes, they are, aren’t they?” Sherlock muttered, observing your movement as you ate. He took a few as well, stuffing them in his mouth to occupy himself.

“You alright?” You asked, noticing his dazed look.

“What?” he asked before processing what you’d said. You giggled softly at his unawareness. “Oh, yes, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“C’mon, Mister Holmes. Let’s get you back to your flat already,” you smiled, standing up and throwing the empty basket into the rubbish bin. He sighed and followed you out the door.

“221B Baker Street,” he reminded.

“I remember it, don’t worry,” you said, running a hand through your hair and looking at the directions to the flat on your mobile. It wasn’t all that far away.

The detective followed closely behind you before catching up as you made your way down the street. He tried making small talk but was in too fuzzy a state to hold up a normal conversation. He gave up and resorted to just looking at you silently as you walked. You noticed but tried to ignore it.

“Here we are,” you said a few minutes later, arriving at a door with the right address labelled in bright gold lettering.

“Home sweet home,” he said, taking his hand out of his jacket pocket to retrieve a key from his jeans. He unlocked the door and walked in. You stayed on the street.

“Well, this has been wonderful Mister Sherlock Holmes, but I should be getting home,” you said, waving awkwardly.

“Yeah, bye,” he said, smiling just a bit.

You blushed, looking down. You let yourself linger just a bit longer, not wanting to leave.

“I wish to see you again,” he stated suddenly.

“Are you being serious? ” you asked sceptically, looking back up at him.

“Mhm, of course, I am. Give me your phone,” he demanded.

“Er … yeah, okay,” you said, slowly handing over the mobile.

After a moment of him typing something, he handed you back the device. You looked at the screen and saw that he had put his number in your phone and texted himself so he had yours.

“Okay,” you mumbled.

“You’re interesting. Unlike everyone, I’ve ever met. I like it,” he said. You smiled.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” you said.

“Good, that’s what I was going for,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Sherlock? Is that you?” A male voice shouted from farther back in the flat. Sherlock sighed.

“Yes, John. Didn’t know you were awake,” he shouted back. A pair of footsteps could be heard plundering down the hallway and a short man with blond hair appeared in your vision.

“What the hell were you doing out so bloody late? It’s past midnight! And where were you?” John demanded. Sherlock sighed again, ignoring the questions to turn back to you.

“You seem to be in trouble with your flatmate,” you joked. He laughed dryly.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Who is that?” John asked, walking closer to look at you.

“John, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is John,” Sherlock introduced.

“Oh, hello. Do you want to come inside?” John asked.

“No thank you, sir. I should really be going now. I was just helping him get home before he did something even more stupid than the list he has in his pocket,” you said. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah, you too,” John said, stepping back to search Sherlock’s jacket pockets. He grabbed the list and began to read it, leaving Sherlock time to say his goodbyes.

“Farewell, Sherlock,” you smiled

“Good day, (Y/N),” he said. “I’ll text you.”

“I’d like that,” you replied. He smiled again. You liked it when he smiled.

“Alright, Sherlock, now you need to explain to me why you thought this was okay,” John interrupted, pulling the detective by the arm. You laughed and shook your head as you walked away, pulling the door shut as you left. He had a lot to answer for and he knew it.

You felt your heart soar as you went over everything that had occurred in the past hour or so. You had just met the most genius man you had ever seen. And he was attractive, too. An added bonus. You were shocked that he wanted to see you again. You were just an ordinary person, in your mind. But. if you really think about it, what normal person is out so late at night? None you knew.

You sighed as you realised how far you were from your flat. It would take the rest of the night to get back, you figured.

Your stomach filled with butterflies as you heard your name being shouted down the street. You turned to look and saw Sherlock half hanging out his doorframe, calling you back. You made your way down the street.

“Stay the night. It’s late and you’re alone,” Sherlock said as you made it back. You blushed as he pulled you into his flat.

“Don’t you have to deal with John?” You asked.

“He can wait until the morning for explanations. You need a place to stay, and I have a bed for you to sleep on. There should be some pyjamas in the wardrobe that will fit you,” Sherlock explained.

“I can sleep on the sofa,” you offered.

“Nonsense. Use my bedroom, I’m not going to sleep anytime soon,” Sherlock argued.

“Alright, fine. But only for a little while. I’ll leave first thing in the morning,” you said, shaking your head.

“If you insist,” he said. You smiled as he lead you back through the apartment to the bedroom.

“Here you go,” he said, opening the door for you.

“Thank you, Sherlock, really,” you said.

I should be thanking you. Who knows what I would have done if you hadn’t brought me back home. Probably something illegal,” Sherlock joked. You smiled.

Just then, a wave of courage rushed through you and you reached up on your tiptoes to place a light kiss on his cheek. His face flushed red and he smiled before giving a little bow as he closed the door behind him when he left you to yourself.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” you heard him mumble before he disappeared behind the heavy door.

I have never felt as betrayed as I’m feeling right now over a transfer. I’ve had nothing but love and admiration for Bonucci these past 7 years, I genuinely thought he cared about Juventus, thought he cared about the jersey he was wearing… I guess I was wrong. It really hurts to see him leave like this, like it all meant nothing. And it hurts to think back to the words he said when he renewed his contract not even a year ago. Why say that you’d rather chain yourself to JStadium than leaving when you clearly didn’t mean it. All I can say is goodbye Leo and good luck, I just hope one day I’ll be able to think about these years together with fondness, because right now, all I can feel is betrayal and anger.

anonymous asked:

Pls tell me all ur headcanons abt domestic poe an finn i have lost an precious baby today and need to be happy only the gay space sons can do this

It’s time to CHEER ! YOU ! UP !
It’s okay, Anon, do not fret. We will all fulfill your domestic HEADCANON NEEDS. (everyone please just add to this, im running on 3 hours of sleep so you all have to pick up my SLACK)

  • FINN MAKING LUNCH FOR THE ENTIRE SQUADRON (please tell me there’s a Star Wars version of Chopped or Iron Chef because Finn loves both and spent far too much time watching TV during his recovery) He stops by to visit whenever they’re working on their X-Wings, BB-8 always following in tow, beeping and chirping excitedly, Finn’s presence signals to the pilots it’s time for a break. And they all flock to them, ready to exchange embarrassing stories about Poe for whatever Finn concocts for them that day. (Finn’s pretty good at it, but on days when his dishes are particularly strange or odd, Poe gives the squadron this look and they all know they have to eat THE WHOLE ENTIRE THING, NO COMPLAINTS.)
  • Finn waiting by the hangar to see the pilots (ie POE) take-off. The two spend forever and a day saying goodbye, JUST SOME GOOD ‘OL HUGS AND KISSES (picture this, just nauseatingly cute, every kiss Poe drops onto Finn’s skin there’s a whispered promise of his return, an “I’ll miss you” / “I know,” “I’ll be back soon” / “You better,” “I love you” / “I love you.”) They’re so CHEESY and CUTE that it irritates Jessika to no end. She used to find so much pleasure in teasing them mercilessly, back when Poe still babbled incoherently whenever Finn was around and Finn still stared too hard at Poe, too dazed to speak. But now, now the two were constantly all over each other, and Jessika’s comments were always left unheard.
  • And the two around BB-8 are just the most Daddest DADS around. BB-8 spends mornings with Finn because he’s an early-riser (that part of storm trooper life hasn’t been so easy for him to shake off) and just accompanies him on errands, and training, and helps Finn get better adjusted to Resistance life. Come afternoon, when Poe’s finally out of bed and working on maintenance with the rest of the pilots, Finn drops BB-8 off like a child at daycare.
  • Now picture the two living together. Sharing (Poe’s) clothes. Curled up in bed by 9pm sometimes, because Resistance life is hard and tiring. BB-8 cooing quietly beside them. Finn’s started gathering a good amount of things he can call his own; a few letters from Rey (one of them’s a makeshift postcard), photos he’s started taking with the camera Poe found during a reconnaissance mission, a photo of a young Poe he kept eyeing when he first saw it tucked away in an old journal, Poe’s sketches of various X-wings and Star-fighters. He still has the jacket. Sewn up now and a little worn but it’s good, still good. NOW IMAGINE POE BEING THIS FITFUL SLEEPER, TOSSING AND TURNING, LIMBS EVERYWHERE, ALWAYS ON FINN. And Finn’s slowly becoming adjusted to NOT sleeping rim rod straight.

EVERYONE ADD ONTO THIS. I’m bad @ anything that isn’t embarrassing longing and pining and unintentional flirting and OBLIVION

TalesFromYourServer: Just need a little rant.

Hi! So I don’t post much, apologies for mobile formatting.

So, I’m leaving my current restaurant. I’ve worked there for about two years, whilst in uni, but I’ve moved house and it’s no longer feasible for me to commute to where I was.

I handed my notice in a week ago and my GM was lovely. Promised me I would always have a job waiting if I wanted to return, said she would happily write a reference for me, she was great. Also asked if I wanted to do any of the shifts I’d been put down for or if I wanted to leave at the end of the day.

Now I really like most of my co-workers, and it was a sad time saying goodbye. Therefore, I decided that I would work the last shift I was written down for (a puny 6-9 on a Thursday) so I could say goodbye, and have a good last day.

Thursday rolls around and I make the hour treck through 5pm traffic to work. When I arrive, who should I see is working, but Bitch Manager (BM).

Now of everyone who’s ever worked there, BM is the worst. She is the kind of person who doesn’t give a fuck. The kind of person who goes a little crazy if they a handed even an ounce of power. And since day one, she had decided she didn’t like me.

I was just going to work through this. Or so I thought. Let her be her, say goodbye to everyone else, hey, perhaps she’ll be nice for once.

Not a chance. Thirty minutes into my shift, BM decides she doesn’t need me there, it’s not busy enough. And that’s it. My last shift over, and I barely had time to say Hi to any tables, let alone goodbye to anyone else. It’s also midway through the dinner rush, so nobody else has time to stop and say goodbye either.

No real conclusion, apologies, but hey, I’m just here to rant.

By: Dvanquished


The other day on 4th of July I was supposed to hangout with my good friend before he left and move out of town but, he left already before I could say goodbye. I had a good day with my other friends and got pretty drunk but then immediately got sad out of nowhere. All my friends were with their boyfriends and girlfriends and said they wanted to have a simple night. They just wanted to spend it with someone special. So then I sat in my room and wondered how come I wasn’t able to spend it with someone special. How come I wasn’t with my family who was millions of miles away. How come I didn’t have one best friend to light a firework with. I realized that sometimes which is mostly all the time in my life that you will be alone. All I wanted to do was light a firework with someone or watch a firework with someone on the grass. I got way too sad and emotional and ended up texting my ex which I honestly don’t even know what I wrote. I couldn’t stop it was like once I started it was like word vomit and I couldn’t stop. I wanted to make some kind of emotion strike to where they would finally respond. I’ve been debating to say happy birthday or not the past couple days and it’s given me such anxiety. I don’t know why I harass people and try to push a feeling that isn’t really there. I just felt really sad, alone, and lost in that moment. I was wondering what I did wrong and why I had to be alone. I honestly sat on the floor and cried for about 30 mins and I cried so hard until I finally got up and looked in the mirror and slowly breathed. I realized that this is life and things won’t be how you want them and to accept that the future will be better. I’ve always wanted to just share a holiday with someone special and drinking all day and having tequila makes me cry so I just went over the deep end. I was on the floor crying for so long my eyes were so puffy. I ended up not knowing what I said and it’s very embarrassing but I needed to express myself somehow. I’m not proud of how I act when I’m drunk and lonely but I know if I kept it in it would be bad. Ever since that night I kind of just been a little better. Despite seeing someone I used to talk to at the gym today. My friends have lifted me up so much and really showered me with love. I can’t ask for a better group of people in my life. My mom kissed me on the forehead today and it made me remember memories and was very cute. I listen to songs and they make my heart scream and my mind go all over the place. I just know that deep down I love myself and I’ll get through depression and that things that have hurt me in the past will help build who I will be as a person in the future. I just feel so much better for some reason. The feelings come and go all the time but thankfully my apathetic attitude is coming back towards relationships. Trying to build that wall back up as much as I can for now. Otherwise my life has been very good lately and i feel very blessed. Woo let’s hope the rest of this summer will be good and I will learn even more about myself.

Accidental Friend

A The Losers/ Jake Jensen x reader fan fiction

Inspired by @theartofimagining13  and their imagine: Bonding with Jake Jensen when you start singing “Don’t stop believin” with him in an elevator.

Jake Jensen x reader
Fluff, humor
oneshot/ drabble

“A singer in a shmokey room.  A smell of wine and cheap perfuuuuuume.  For a smile they can share the night it goes on and on and on and onnnnnn…”

You can hear the falsetto singing from the closed elevator become louder as the doors slide open.  A man in a large wrinkled yellow polo shirt and baggy red basketball shorts enters the elevator waving his hands rhythmically before pointing at various coworkers while singing.

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mommy!mellie requested by washingtonkerry

“Maybe I’m cold, and maybe I don’t have the mother gene, and maybe a thousand other things that make me such a horrible villainous bitch in your book. But in Jerry and Karen’s book, I’m still their mom.

Reverse Idol AU - Vernon  Scenario

In the scenario, there are different names that are meant to be the other group members names in the AU so, just ignore them or just think of them as the girl version of Seventeen members.

pairing: vernon x reader 

genre: fluff

word count: 1, 595

You and the rest of your girl group were at one of your fan meetings for the week in Seoul. You guys were a pretty well known group, loved by Asia and you were very thankful to have such nice fans, especially your fan club which you and your other 12 group members seemed to adore.

What you loved more was meeting them and getting to spend a little with each of them.

“Can you look a little more happy?” You asked Wong who sat beside you, staring blankly at the crowd of fans in front of us.

You laughed a little as she got out of daze and turned to you. You gave her cheeks a little squeeze and she just gave a very small smile before looking back at the crowd and waved to everyone.

“Y/N.” Sun-Hi called you, who sat on the other side of you. You turned to her and she whispered in your ear.

“Do you see the group of guys in the middle of the crowd?” She asked and you started searching for them with your eyes. You finally saw the group of guys, around 13 guys all sitting together.

You furrowed your eyebrows at them. “Yeah?” You said and she continued whispering.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit strange?”  

“Just a little but it’s cool. I think that it’s nice that they’re all here together.”

“I’m most excited to meet them to be honest.” Ming-Hi said, joining the conversation.

Sun-Hi turned to Ming-Hi to talk with him for a bit about the guys in the crowd until Sung quieted everyone down and started the fan meet.

The meeting with fans was fun but your eyes always gazed back to the guys in the crowd. Same with your members. It was just that you never had that big of a group of guy friends whom were fans, all come together just to see you guys.

When they finally came up, they were really nice, some were a bit flirty but others were pretty funny and cute. Some of them were really talented, dancing, rapping, singing, all that. We all had a good time talking while signing our merch for them. They really made our day even better.

Out of the 13 guys that were there, the one who looked mixed, seemed the most shy approaching you. “Hey, what’s your name?” You said with a cute smile, arms folded on the table naturally and looking up at the boy in front of you.

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