Have you guys ever read a BTS Fanfiction oneshot that’s so good that you need to pause and take a break then resume reading it slowly just because you don’t want it to end? One of the worst and best feelings.
Ana, do you have any tooth rooting fluffy Yoongi fics you could recommend for me? I'm going to have to say goodbye to one of my dogs this weekend and I'm a wreck.
my friend, i read this message and my heart squeezed for you 💔
i am so sorry you have to go through this. and it's going to take a while for this wound to heal, so gentle reminder that my DMs are open if you need to chat.
here's a few yoongi stories that will lift your spirits in the meantime:
First of all, I would like to say thank you to all the authors who have written these amazing fics <3 please give these fics a reblog, like, follow and leave a comment.
♕ - personal favorite
s - suggestive a- angst f- fluff m- smut
Hongjoong
(<5k words)
midnight kiss by i-write-some-stuff (f)
to the stars and never back by halaboyz (a, f) ♕
moonlight by daybreakx
The Gryffindor by daybreakx
(>5k words)
married in vegas by starrysvn (a, f)
fortuite by utopianvoices (f) ♕
your hands are mine to hold by curanonemu (a, f) ♕
Seonghwa
(<5k words)
time will heal ( i / ii ) by woniewhite (a, f)
not our final night by taexual (a, f) ♕
hate by halaboyz (f)
four seasons by atinyfeels (a, f)
mafia!seonghwa by songmingisthighs (a) ♕
let me explain by ddeonghwaa (a, f) ♕
playing nice ( i / ii ) by sa-honey ♕
secret career by sage-space (f)
--fucked by halaboyz (a, s)
--yet (continuation of fucked) by halaboyz (a, f) ♕
(>5k words)
pov: you are a stereotype in an 80s classic by atozfic (a, f) ♕
flowers and film by woobly (f, a?)
you're the one that i want by ateezmakemeweep (a, f, m) ♕
i like me better by seonghwanotes (f)
be with you by sorryimananti-romantic (a, f, s) ♕
the duke and his general. by baekhvuns (a, f, m) ♕
some kind of disaster ( i / ii ) by daybreakx (a, f) ♕
second chances by peachyteez (a, f)
red string and tattoo by hwanami (a, f)
let's not fall in love, again by baekhvuns (a, m) ♕
Summary: Life gives you a lot, but you should never forget that it can take back everything in a second.
Warnings: This is very angsty. It mentions accidents, and suicide. These are not subjects to be taken lightly, and if it triggers you please do not read.
Word count: 1.6k
A/N: Somehow, I disappear during two years and come back with angst. If this doesn't show how the last two years have been for me, I don't know what will. But I am glad to say that I finally feel good again, and that's how I was able to write this. I must say, it is definitely not my best work but I kind of like it anyway. I am always open to criticism and comments so please feel free if there is anything wrong with this. Anyways, enough chit chat, thank you if you've read all that!
“Jimin, catch me!” you yelled as you jumped from the swing you were sitting on.
As always, Jimin caught you mid-air, always the strong, reliable pair of arms you needed and felt comfortable in. You laughed loudly, happy and in love. He kissed your face, showing you the love he had for you. Life had never been better.
But things never last. One day, you are happy and in love. The next, everything is taken from you.
The call came when you were playing piano. The soft music coming from the cords of the instrument interrupted by the shrill ringing of your cellphone. You could never have expected the reason of the call.
“There was an accident,” the doctor said. “We did everything we could, but Park Jimin was gone before he even arrived here. I am deeply sorry.”
The next steps passed in a blur. Living so far away from Jimin’s family, you were the one who took care of everything. Went and recognized him. Organized the funerals. His parents were there the next day, but they were devastated. You never expect your child to be gone before you. You put on a strong face and did all the administrative papers you had to.
Within a week, Jimin was buried in the nearest cemetery and gone for good.
You kept your strong face. It was holding you together. You didn’t cry in front of anyone, kept smiling, went to work. You didn’t want anyone to see how you were truly crumbling to pieces. Didn’t want to admit your sadness because then you would have to admit that it was it. Jimin was dead.
So, you kept going on. Got up in the morning, put on one of Jimin’s sweaters, used his perfume, talked to the shape of him during breakfast, went to work, came back, and bundled on the coach with his blanket. The one he used because you were never good at sharing a blanket, unless you were lying directly on top of him. Ate diner, then went to bed. Your eyes always avoided your ex-dear piano, the sight of it giving you instant nausea now, and that was the only thing you allowed to change in your life. You just tried to install a routine which you kept to religiously. Play and repeat. It wasn’t that hard once you let autopilot drive your life.
“Are you okay?” Jisoo, your best friend once asked. You scoffed.
“Yeah sure, why wouldn’t I be?” you answered as if her question had been absurd. She didn’t answer, because you made her feel like yeah, her question was stupid.
She dropped the subject, and no one asked you if you were fine again. You were glad because you didn’t know how many times you could lie on the subject.
One day, getting home from work, Jimin was sitting at the table waiting for you. You couldn’t believe your eyes, so you ran over to him, but you couldn’t touch him. When he saw your desperate expression, he told you that he was here by heart to support you, but you couldn’t touch each other anymore.
“That’ll be enough for me, just having you here,” you told him, and he gave you a soft smile, those that feel like a caress to the soul. You instantly felt better.
After this first time, you saw him all the time. He never came to work with you, but he was there when you woke up in the morning, when you came back from work, and when you fell asleep.
He talked to you like he had always done, cracking up jokes because he had always been such a funny man, it was part of the reason you fell in love with him all those years ago, in high school. And so you laughed together. You told him about your worries, and he listened as always, only giving his opinion when you asked for it.
One Sunday, you were telling him about this funny thing which happened recently at work when Jisoo came by. Jimin didn’t leave immediately when the doorbell rang, but when you came back from opening the front door, he wasn’t at the kitchen table where you had left him seconds ago.
“Who were you talking to?,” your friend asked. “I heard you laughing from outside. Thought I might have been interrupting something?”
“Oh, no you weren’t hmm,” you contemplated whether you should tell her about Jimin’s presence. He appeared behind Jisoo, shaking his head. You looked at him intently and nodded.
“What-“ Jisoo said, looking behind her shoulder to the imaginary point you were staring at. “What are you looking at?” she wondered, turning around to look at you.
You refocused on her. “Nothing,” you answered, but you couldn’t help looking at Jimin. He told you how unconvincing you sounded and made a face. You giggled at his mimics.
“Clearly there is something, Y/N,” she said, her tone growing increasingly worried. Jimin made a joke about Jisoo always believing she was Sherlock Holmes, and you laughed. “You are worrying me,” Jisoo looked over her shoulder once more, just in case she missed something, but there was absolutely nothing.
“It’s just Jimin and his jokes you know,” the sentence was out before you could think better of it.
“Jimin?,” Jisoo sounded surprised, and she frowned. “Are you- Do you see Jimin right now, Y/N?,” she asked, and now the worry was deep, it sounded too serious. You didn’t like the sound of it.
“It’s just- I think you should go, Jisoo. I am tired, it’s been a long week.”
“Y/N, Jimin’s been gone for five months now,” you definitely didn’t need the reminder. You clenched your fists and frowned. “We don’t see you anymore, all you do is work and sleep. We should go out to the movies or something, like we used to on Sundays!”
“Look Jisoo,” you started, gritting your teeth. “I appreciate the effort, but I really am tired. You should go. We will do this some other time.”
You knew how hostile you sounded and looked, if only by the intimidated look your best friend sported in her eyes. Never had you scared her before.
She left, but you knew that it was far from the end of it. And you were right, because only a few days later she came back. She came with the excuse of wanting teatime together, but you knew the real reason. She told you how she thought you should seek professional help. How you should not see or hear Jimin. How Jimin was dead, and life had to keep going on without him.
But she was wrong. Jimin was right there, and there were no reasons to change life as it was. Sure, not being able to touch him wasn’t ideal. But he was right there and it was enough. You told her so, but apparently it was the wrong thing to say. Instead of appeasing her the way it did for you, it made her concern grow stronger and stronger.
Until one day, you ended up in front of a psychiatrist. “These pills should help the hallucinations disappear,” the doctor said.
“But I don’t want them to,” you fought not to cry. “I want him to stay.”
“I understand the strong attachment you felt to your partner, Miss Y/L/N, but it is time to come to terms with his death and accept your grief.”
When you got home, you told Jimin everything about your doctor appointment, and how they wanted to separate you once again. He told you to not let them, and you agreed of course.
Half of your night was spent thinking over your different options to stay with Jimin. It was around 4 AM that the most obvious one stroke you.
You got up from bed, put on the first clothes lying around, and went to work.
Living in a bustling city like Seoul, you had the luck to work in a 45 stories skyscraper. The good thing about a city that never sleeps, is that you can come to work at any time. Going to your desk, you wrote a letter, that you left there before going to the rooftop.
The chilly wind that met you once you opened the door to the outside slapped your cheeks, and while you had never been too fond of the cold, you find you appreciate the sensation, for once. Like a sweet encouragement from nature. You don’t feel cold, you feel alive. The walk over to the edge of the roof seems unending, your feet getting heavier each step that brings you closer to your goal. Once you reach it, you can’t help but snort at the fact that you had always had a fear of heights, but not this time. No, this time you enjoy the beauty of the city spread at your feet, enjoy how light you suddenly are.
Back to the void, you softly say “Jimin, catch me,” before letting go.
“Mom, Dad, Jisoo,
There are no easy ways to write such a letter. I wish I could say that I am sorry, but I am not. Life here was just not worth a shot without Jimin around. That is not to say that you guys were not enough, I am so grateful to have been part of your lives, to have been someone you cared for so dearly.
But without him next to me, I just can’t do it.
I tried so hard to keep going, to pretend like nothing was wrong. But it was too hard, in the end.
I write this letter to tell you guys how much I love you. You were so good to me in this life. Let’s meet in the next one too, and live more adventures together.
Thank you for everything. Please, don’t be sad. I will be in peace, with the love of my life.
Reminder to use these sparingly and not every line of dialogue needs a dialogue tag.
To Say Something Quietly:
whispered
murmured
breathed
sighed
simpered
hummed
mumbled
muttered
To Say Something Loudly:
exclaimed
cried
squealed
shrieked
shouted
bellowed
roared
declared
declared
proclaimed
hollered
To Say Something Angrily:
snapped
snarled
growled
barked
grumbled
complained
huffed
nagged
blustered
thundered
seethed
fumed
ranted
demanded
taunted
scoffed
cursed
grunted
insulted
hissed
badgered
sneered
To Say Something In An Amused Manner:
laughed
chuckled
giggled
joked
quipped
teased
cheered
crowed
To Say Something Unsurely // Nervously:
faltered
stammered
stuttered
hesitated
guessed
blurted
trembled
speculated
quivered
equivocated
denied
countered
babbled
slurred
squeaked
yelped
cautioned
gulped
squales
quavered
hesitated
trailed off
Part Two: Action Tags
The use of action tags will make your writing more interesting and creates variety in conversation-filled scenes. Make sure to add both in your writing and do your best not to over do it.
Reminder: When using action tags that aren’t one word, always use periods instead of commas. Example:
“Idiot,” Camille rolled her eyes out of annoyance, continuing to file her nails. Wrong.
“Idiot.” Camille rolled her eyes out of annoyance, continuing to file her nails. Correct.
Positive:
smiled
grinned
smirked
beamed
his eyes twinkled
flashed a chesire smile
looked pleased
her ears reddened
his cheeks flushed
the corner of her lips tugged up
Neutral:
crossed her arms
folded their arms
blew their hair out his their face
twirled her hair around her finger
massaged his temples
bit her lip
chewed the insides of her cheek
batted his eyes
angled her head
tousled his hair
nodded in agreement
feigned confusion
Negative:
clenched his fist
dug her nails into her palm
picked at his nails
glared
narrowed her gaze
withheld his anger
his head pounded with anger
You can mix and match, using a dialogue and an action tag as well. Example: Dialogue, Action.
“I don’t think I can,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.
areudirty
andulkaphoto
origamiaround
tangentwithtanner
kaledo-art
blakekathryn
prguitarman
annaxmalina
germansingergirl
kianamaiart
titsay
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