Subway Lovers | JAKE SIM X BLK READER

Subway Lovers | JAKE SIM X BLK READER

Summary: you were only a stranger on a train that jake had loved in between.

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A/N: This piece is based on something I read in a book called One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston [You lock eyes with someone ,you imagine a life from one stop to the next and you go back to your day as if the person you loved in between doesn't exist anywhere but on the train]

This is my first time writing a ENHYPEN fanfic so yeah I just wanted to try since I thought this piece fitted him. 🥺

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That's all it took was a few minutes for Jake to fall in love with you. A complete stranger on the subway sitting across from him.

You and him took the same commute, at the same time, every day. Fate. Jake would call it. But he's fallen in love with so many people on this same subway before, people he never saw again but still wonders how they were doing or if they had something to eat for the day and not just their overpriced iced coffee that they called a meal. Now his life was with you.

And Jake saw you dancing barefoot around his living room in nothing but his T-shirt, singing along to a Patti LaBelle song that you liked since you were seven.

And on the weekends Jake eat Pad Thai with you in your small studio apartment that you couldn't really afford rent for but you somehow, always made the payments to your landlord, who was a heavy chain-smoker so your apartment smells of Newports because the landlord was also the maintenance man who needed to smoke anytime he fixed anything.

And Jake likes to think about the inside jokes you two share, the ones your friends and his never get.

And Jake reads your favorite book. The one you lent him, with the worn out cover that's barely hanging on for dear life. Pages where annotated, and Jake made a few of his own, and leaving smaller comments in places you had wrote something about what you thought of that scene, or a certain character or the way the author did a thing with words that made you feel nostalgic and longed for something you didn't know you lost.

And Jake would never shy a way from telling you how pretty your eyes are. How he saw a million versions of you just behind the subtle color of them. And he would wonder what he looked like in your eyes.

But He's a stranger. You're a stranger. Just two strangers going your separate ways when the train stops. So did his life with you.

Going on hiatus soon/deleting fic projects/your request may be on hold.

I'll be taking a short hiatus soon from writing on Tumblr so I can focus on my other writing projects outside of this platform.

I'll be deleting fan fics that I thought I would start when I first started running this account but sadly I just haven't found it in me to want to actually write them anymore.

If you had a request with me it may be put on hold till I come back to writing on here again. But I'll try my best to get to them before my hiatus.

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5:46 pm | RIIZE Wonbin x Blk Fem Reader

Warning: Y/n not liking her body but doesn't go into detail.

Sorry for any mistakes

I would recommend listening to this song while reading.

And it's the long hot summer nights you'll miss with him the most and you'll miss the way all the conversations would fade into comfortable silence covering you both in solace and you'll miss how his eyes would always find you from across a crowded room. 

Wonbin and you walk along the beach when the world is at its quietest and the ocean waves are the moon's soothing lullaby. The sky is a beautiful black ink with white speckles of shining stars.

He wants to count all the stars tonight. “I just want a little more time with you,” he mumbled under his breath, too afraid to say it loudly enough. Maybe he hates the way the words sound coming off his tongue. A little too sweet. A little too, not him.

 He's a so-called bad boy and bad boys don't say those kinds of things or fall in love. Ever. 

But summers were meant for falling in love and dancing barefoot with him on the warm beach sand when the sun went down. 

Wonbin's arms come around your waist and he lifts you off your feet and spins you around. You both laugh and he makes you feel like your favorite love song.

And when a person makes you feel like your favorite song, you just want to keep them forever. But summer love is just as short as the days in the autumn.

Then when you look up, you are at the bus stop with your best friend Anton seeing his cousin off and the guy you liked from June to August acts differently now, like he hadn't fallen in love too; Like he didn't enjoy all those nights spent with you. Like he didn't see you naked a bunch of times and convince you your body was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen when you thought it was the ugliest thing in the world. A body that made you cry. A body that you hated, but it was a body he had loved and made love to. 

Does anyone have jongseob p1harmony x black reader fanfics? Fluff or angst or anything angst? If not can someone please write a college themed fic with seob and black reader. Where seob is a film major and black reader is an English major and they bond over books and movies. Like black reader prefers reading books instead of watching the movies to them and seob prefers watching the movies instead of reading the books to the movies. And I think seob and black reader have a playful argument where they go back and forth to which is better. And like they have like this “date night” and Seob wants to watch a movie to a book black reader had read and she's like rolling her eyes the entire movie saying how stuff in the movie doesn't match the book at all. And seob playfully wacks her in the face with a plush mellow telling her to just enjoy the movie and black reader tells him, he has to read the book since he's making her watch that God awful film against her will. 😂

I think a bonus is where seob makes a short film for black reader asking her to be his girlfriend. 😭

Please someone write this. 🥹

I was just scrolling through my pinterest feed. (This is your random ask btw in case you are confused...Ik I get confused really easily myself, so I am trying to avoid thatt.) Anyways I also found this one.

😂😂

In between the pages of you | YOONGI X BLK FEM READER

summary: Yoongi fell in love with you. A girl he had never even met before. Knew everything that you were made up of within 96 pages of a worn red journal with a nirvana sticker on front, with coffee and tea-stained pages that also smelled of lilacs and summer.

genre: fluff, angst, humor, and romance.

a/n: I made a playlist for this fic if you want to check it out :). sorry for any mistakes in the fics.

CHAPTER 2 here

Chapter One: The Red Journal

It's only 2:15 in the morning. Yoongi sat in his usual spot in the back of the ramen shop eating his usual order of creamy pork belly shin. The crispy pork had a nice crunch, and the broth warmed his chest and stomach in the cold winter month of December.

The little ramen shop wasn't busy, just the same faces Yoongi had seen when he came here when he hit a mental creative block in his music writing. Oftentimes times Yoongi would people-watch, taking in insignificant details of the other customers he could somehow use in his music.

Like the old man with ink-stained fingers, Yoongi wonders if the old man is a kind of comic creator.

Then there was the young man slurping down his noodles as he studied for some kind of test.

Yoongi noticed a red journal sitting in the center of a table a few feet away from him. He looked around to see if the owner of it was anywhere. No one was at the serving counter or at the tea machine. The little ramen shop didn't have restrooms, so you had to use the restroom at the 7-Eleven across the street. So he thought maybe the owner could be there.

By the time Yoongi was done eating, he paid for his meal at the serving counter and bought a strawberry mochi ice cream. He walked by the table with the red Journal; he stood there for a moment staring at it. The owner never came for it.

So Yoongi took it to the serving counter.

“Someone left their journal here,” Yoongi said to the cook.

The middle-aged man looked at the journal and then at Yoongi.

“Okay?”

“Do you have a lost and found?”

“Does it look like I have one?”

“Can I leave it here in case the owner returns?”

“It'll get thrown out with the trash.”

Yoongi put the red journal in his messenger bag. He gave a tight lip smile to the cook and left.

The red Journal sat in front of him on his desk. He stared at the Nirvana sticker on the cover. He opened the journal to see if there was information so he could return it to the owner.

Yoongi reads the pretty handwriting, and the name written inside Y/N with hearts drawn around your name. There was no other information, so he flipped to the first page.

There's a faint hint of coffee that hits his nose and a coffee ring in the upper corner of the page with a movie ticket taped down from some French movie you saw back in July.

Yoongi read the first page of your journal. At first, he thought it would be crossing into someone else private life: what if there's some really deep personal shit here?

But Yoongi was a little nosey about who you, Y/n, might be.

June 1, 2023

I and my friend Namjoon ate at this Chinese restaurant above my apartment building. It's a small little one run by a husband and wife. I had sweet and sour pork with steaming white rice and Namjoon had Wonton soup. Namjoon thinks it's a little childish that I made a wish on my rice. I never told Namjoon this was something I always did with my grandma. She'll cook some rice for us on my birthdays, sprinkling a little sugar and adding some butter, before digging in we made a wish on the rice. I know it's nothing special to some people, but for me, brief memories like that with my grandma felt like hot chicken noodle soup on a bitter winter day warming your insides. So yeah, I'll continue wishing on bowls of rice, just to keep that memory of my grandma alive when she wasn't.

Yoongi's fingers trailed over each sentence until he was at the end where he saw a little chibi drawing at the bottom of the page with two people, a younger girl and an elderly woman with bowls of rice in front of them and scribbled above their heads read: Granny and Me.

His chest tightened a bit, and he batted his eyes to keep the tears away. It reminds him of him and his grandpa when Yoongi was a small boy, they would always go fishing, and Yoongi and his grandpa would wish on dragonflies so they could catch the biggest fish. They never did though and it never disappointed Yoongi when he caught something even smaller, it was the moments he spent with his grandpa that made these little memories special.

So Yoongi could understand you, wanting to keep that part of your grandma alive.

All he can do is try to imagine what your smile must have been like when a bowl of hot rice was placed in front of you, did you close your eyes? Or did you thank whatever God you believed in, if you even believed in one?

He was curious about how many wishes you made over the years, what you wished for, and did any of them ever come true?

Only from the first page of your journal Yoongi could tell you were someone with a pure heart.

Maybe you saw the world a little differently, like a child did when they first become curious about the world around them.

Maybe you were nice. Maybe you weren't nice enough. Maybe you smiled too much. Maybe you smiled too little. Maybe you cried easily when someone slightly raised their voice to you. Maybe you didn't cry at all.

A lot of maybes Yoongi thought about. Just a couple hundred words that Yoongi read he wanted to know who you were as a person. That all the maybes he had could be answered.

He flipped through the pages of your journal, just scanning over the pages. Some pages were torn out, with scraps of paper left behind from where you ripped them out.

Yoongi counted 96 pages with pieces of you scattered throughout the stained pages, folded corners, pretty handwriting, and every page smelled of lilacs.

a/n: the idea for this was random because I wanted to buy a journal and I'm like, what if there was a story about a journal and two people? I asked my friend who it should be about. It was either between Namjoon and Yoongi. And Yoongi made it. I may or may not do a Namjoon version. 😭

For a good portion of the story, we only will see Y/n through her journal and how Yoongi may see her.

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