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So last night when i was in that fuzzy spot between being awake and being asleep I called out for him.
[𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗] 𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯; 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 | 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵
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𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 - 2:36 𝙥𝙢
“Ah, petal! There you are!”
You stopped on your heel, sucking in a breath before turning to face the tall, dark haired man with a polite smile.
“Good morning, Hyunjin.”
The young prince of Levanter, who happened to be your betrothed and soon-to-be-husband, smiled, looking at you in a way that would send any person’s heart into overdrive, “The love of my life, queen of my heart, how are you this morning?”
“What do you want?” You asked, lips quirking up into a neutral smile even as your face fought the urge to twitch.
Hyunjin pouted, deflating just a bit when you didn’t seem to play along, “Is everything alright, (name)?” He asked, his expression wrought with concern. “Has something happened?”
Leave it to Hyunjin to be perceptive in the very moments that you did not want him to be. “Nothing’s happened, Hyunjin. I am just a bit busy with planning a couple of foreign trips with my kingdom’s naval allies,” you explained yourself, hoping to ease his worries, “Now, is there something I can help you with?”
The prince still didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t push, “Why do I have to have a reason to see you?”
“Please,” you let out a genuine chuckle this time, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, “I’ve known you since we were children. I know your tells probably more than you know them yourself.”
“Oh,” his ears turned slightly pink, “I…I didn’t know you actually paid that much attention to me.”
“You were my betrothed from the moment the two of us started walking,” you replied, looking up at him with those unreadable yet kind eyes, “It’s my duty to know you and your heart for us to have a fulfilling and passionate marriage.”
Hyunjin stared at you for a moment before bursting into uproarious laughter, “Oh, gosh. I remember when our mothers sat us down to tell us that. Good one, (name)!”
You smiled along, despite the fact that your heart was slowly withering inside. How quickly he was to dismiss your words, how unbelievably clueless he was. “Alright, I won’t jest anymore. What is it I can do for you?”
“Oh!” Hyunjin’s smile widened, his eyes began to sparkle with a passionate glee that wasn’t present before, and with a sinking pit in your stomach, you knew what he was about to ask of you before the words even left his lips, “Naeun told me that she has a free afternoon today, and I wanted to escort her to the lake for a late lunch! You know, the lake we found as kids?”
This time, it took every ounce of willpower to hide the physical pain his words inflicted upon you. To know that Hyunjin was set to marry you when you were not in his heart even in the slightest was something you could shoulder. To know that Hyunjin was in love with another, a servant girl in your own palace, was something you could shoulder. To willingly give him your blessing to court her and be complicit in hiding their relationship to make him happy was something you could shoulder.
But the lake was sacred to you. The little nook with the most beautiful view that you and Hyunjin found when the two of you were children, playing around because your families wanted you to know each other better. The two of you adored that spot so much, you’d fashion your own secret hideout there every time you reunited, bringing blankets, pillows, and food straight from the kitchens to eat while enjoying the view.
That little lake was the only thing you shared with Hyunjin, something that was special to only the both of you. At least, that was the case until this very moment.
“You know, this isn’t a secret that we share with just anyone,” your tone was jesting and playful, but your words held a bitter tang to them. You just couldn’t help yourself. You weren’t a saint, after all.
Hyunjin pouted, placing a passionate hand to his heart, “I haven’t shown our spot to anyone before, I promise! I know it means a lot to you and us, so I wanted to get your permission first!”
Oh, how desperately you wanted to say no. How desperately you wanted to scream, cry, throw a fuss about how cruel this was to you, how unfairly you were being treated. But you knew, in the deepest crevices of your heart, that this was your own undoing. You lied to Hyunjin when you said that you felt nothing for him just like he felt nothing for you. You lied to yourself when you assured him that you would happily give your blessing to his clandestine relationship. In the end, you told so many lies that you yourself didn’t even know how to unravel them anymore, gradually strangling yourself until you were a lifeless corpse in your own web.
“Fine, I guess an exception can be made.”
As masochistic as it was, the smile Hyunjin gave you made the pain he inflicted upon you tolerable. “Really?! You truly mean it?”
Words failed you at the very moment, so all you could do was nod your head and silently plead for a quick escape.
In an unusual moment of affection, Hyunjin suddenly leaned towards you, clasping both of your hands in his and holding them tightly. You clamped your mouth shut to prevent your heart from leaping out, and your eyes were wide with a mixture of surprise and fear.
“Look, (name),” he said with an unusually serious expression, “I just wanted to thank you…for everything you’ve done these last few months. I know that, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to attain such happiness with our situation.”
No, stop. Please. Please don’t thank me.
But as always, Hyunjin remained oblivious to your true feelings, “Neither of us asked for it, least of all you, and please know that if you ever find love, I’ll support your relationship wholeheartedly as you supported mine.”
Fuck, you were truly at your breaking point. How could he say such things with such an earnest expression? Did he truly not know your feelings for him? Were you so far away from his mind that he never read into your longing glances, your kind demeanor towards him and only him?
Mustering the strength you didn’t know you possessed, you managed a smile, squeezing his hand, “I doubt I’d ever find a prince worthy of my love,” your words were haughty, teasing, a perfect deflection.
Hyunjin smiled brightly, “Somehow, I believe that to be true,” he said with a conspiratorial smile before he let go of your hands and backed away from you, “I must find Naeun now. Thank you, my darling!”
It wasn’t until you were in the safety of your private study that you finally shed your mask, and the tears of frustration, anger, and hurt flowed down your cheeks. You grasped the corner of your desk so tightly that the edge dug into your palm, but you welcomed the pain wholeheartedly, preferring it over the emotional wounds that continued to bleed out.
Your mother once told you that a loveless marriage was the most painful thing of all for a royal, but she was wrong. There was nothing more painful than a marriage that possessed love, but only enough to fill the heart of one.
ㅡ 여기까지 (for now) - s.jy
pairing; nonidol!jake x gn!reader genre; lovers to friends, angst, hurt no comfort wc; around 400 warnings; none
synopsis; on your way to the store you unexpectetly run into jake, the boy who you thought would be your forever home
standing in front of jake and who you presumed to be his new girlfriend hurt you more than you'd like to admit. being next to each other they both had small smiles on their faces. she is really pretty you thought.
for a while, before you thought you and jake fit well together, the chemistry between the two of you was unmatched. now, however, you thought his new girl is better.
once, not long ago, you were in that spot. the smile displayed on his face was the one you knew all too well. his hand that is intertwined with hers once holding yours.
but now, you're not next to jake anymore.
"that's y/n, they're my best friend," he says, gesturing to you. you just smile, and you hate yourself for doing so.
seeing the two together hurt, yet she seems pretty, she seems nice, and jake seems good, comfortable even - more than he seemed when he was with you. many thoughts running through your head, though saying it would be of no use you thought, so you left them unspoken.
as if reading your mind jake thinks you're right. the person next to him can't fill him up the way he needs it. thinking his days without you would be fine he was deceived by his mind. ever since the two of you broke up his days were filled with emptiness.
he found himself looking for you in every person he met and that's when he knew he never got over the love the two of you once shared. jake wished he knew why he is acting like this, feeling like a lovesick fool.
why had he called you his best friend when all he wanted was you, and only you? his new girlfriend seems pretty, she seems nice he thinks. still, she is not you.
you seem good, you seem comfortable - even more than you used to be when you were with him. if he had a new girlfriend, why did it hurt seeing you like this, with no signs of hurt? he stands there, the smile still lingering on his face. many thoughts ran through jake's head, though saying it would be of no use he thought, so he left them unspoken.
neither of you was okay, yet, neither of you could see the desire both of you still held for each other. standing face to face made you two question if what you had before was over for good now. will you just be friends now? the hurt in both of your hearts feeling like death, still, neither of you said anything except the final words.
"goodbye, for now"
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OW FUCK
@dragoninhumanform
So I'm a sucker for Dadimus Prime, and a sucker for major angst, and I have had this idea for a while that...what would have happened if Bee had stayed dead, either forever or just for a longer period of time, after Megatron shot him?
How would the team have reacted to, and dealt with, such an event, and especially how would Optimus have reacted?
I always liked the trope where a usually stoic and collected character finally breaks after losing a child, and figured that for once I might allow myself to indulge in my guilty pleassure. :P
You are an individual after my own heart. I am also a great lover of Dadimus and that same trope. You came to the right writer with this request. But good gracious I suddenly feel the need to turn this into a one-shot or something.
Fallen Sunbeam
When Bumblebee was shot, Optimus felt his spark cry out in absolute agony. His only sparkling, his joy and hope for the future had been extinguished by the mech he had tried to redeem for millennia. He hardly registered what he was doing when he tore into Megatron, mercy and reason completely gone as one burning desire blazed in his spark.
Megatron would die, or Optimus would fall trying and join his sparkling in the Allspark. He did not care which option ended up becoming reality.
When he came back to himself he stood over the body of his foe as he kicked Megatron's corpse off his star saber where it was impaled. The body fell and the Decepticons fled without their leader to guide them. But Optimus merely stood on the edge of the Omega Lock for a long while, not moving as his spark wept and burned from the loss of his child. He clutched at his chassis and was distantly aware of the streams of coolant that trickled down his cheeks as the pain and emotional torment of his loss took its toll. He couldn't think, he couldn't act, all he could feel was overwhelming grief as he finally fell to his knees, still holding his chassis as he stared blankly out into the void.
He was not aware of it, but all around the team were in their own various states of shock and grief. Ratchet looked more lost than ever before, his optics blurring with coolant as he looked to where Bumblebee's body floated in the Cybermatter in horror. Arcee was distraught but stoic, not a tear was shed as she did her best to step up and gather the team with both of their eldest members being out of commission. And Smokescreen seemed to be in a state of shock, not believing that Bumblebee could really be gone even as he saw the body remaining lifeless in the pool.
After what could have been minutes or hours, all the team save Optimus came to at least recognize the loss and got to their pedes, ready to finish their quest in honor of their fallen warrior. Optimus was the only one who remained completely drowning in his grief and he did not budge until Ratchet came to him and held him as best as he was able while muttering sweet nothings to try and bring him back. It took a while, but the Matrix numbed Optimus enough that he eventually stood with Ratchet's aid and took a shuddering vent. With renewed, albeit grim resolve, Optimus went and retrieved his sparkling's frame and carried him back to base with utmost respect.
The omega lock was secured but ignored while Optimus brought his sparkling back to the base and laid his lifeless body on the medical berth for funeral preparations. With the war there was no opportunity to have proper funerals, but when it came to Bumblebee, Optimus was unwilling to only perform the bare necessities. Before the day was done, Optimus vainly scanned Bumblebee once more as if looking for a miracle. He received odd results that told him that Bumblebee's frame was technically alive in the same way that an unsparked protoform was. Bumblebee's frame could live again with no issues should a spark be introduced, but without that spark, it was essentially dead. As such Optimus grit his denta and gently covered Bumblebee's frame with a sheet while he began preparations.
The children were completely heartbroken when they returned from their own battle, saw Bumblebee's absence, and then his frame. Rafael was inconsolable and clambered onto the medical berth to hug Bumblebee's body even as Miko and Jack weakly tried to call him back. Ratchet was the one forced to remove him even as he too struggled to keep his composure. In the end the children and the team took what they needed onto the nemesis and set course for Cybertron, intent of finishing their mission to honor the fallen. Optimus only remained present while the coordinates were punched in, at which point he ensured that Bumblebee's body was safe in the nemesis's medical bay and retreated to continue his solemn work.
Ultra Magnus, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack were equally distraught up on seeing Bumblebee's frame. They did not cry nor did they make a sound, merely enduring the loss in silence so that others might grieve in peace. They would have their chance later, and so instead focused on trying to comfort the children as best as they were able.
Optimus was not seen for nearly three days. No bot was entirely sure what he was doing, but he sent a message to Ratchet over a private link asking him to clean Bumblebee's frame. That gave them a hint, but none tried to ask for further details as they worked and they grieved.
Ratchet blamed himself and spent many long hours crying as he did his best to focus on cleaning Bumblebee's frame and fixing it up, polishing and making it presentable. He had helped raise the youngling, he had stood by Optimus's side as a Nurturer for Bumblebee and a secondary caretaker when required. He had not bonded to Bee on the level Optimus had, but he still felt the agonizing loss of the bond he did have. Ratchet could hardly force himself to work with the crushing emptiness that came without the scout's presence weighing on him. But out of sheer devotion to the sparkling who should have never fought in a war in the first place, Ratchet pressed on and did what was required of him.
Arcee stood strong at first but broke after Optimus left to do whatever it was he was doing. She retreated to some unused quarters and cried long and hard, beating a punching bag until it broke as she sobbed and then destroying anything else within sight on until she literally shattered her servos. At that point she fell to her knees and cried until she had nothing left to give, eventually curling up on the floor emotionally exhausted. She did not go to Ratchet for medical aid and endured her pain without a peep as she grieved the loss of the brightest hope for the future in her life.
Bulkhead had his own emotional breakdown in another part of the nemesis. Wheeljack stayed by his side all throughout, comforting his friend and doing his best to reassure Bulkhead that it was not his fault and that there was nothing he could have done. Bulkhead appreciated the comfort, but it did not stop him from mourning for a day and then grieving alongside Miko for another. He had failed Bumblebee as a guardian and a teammate, and in doing so he had failed in his duty as a wrecker.
Ultra Magnus did everything in his power to shake off the grief, patrolling, guiding the nemesis toward Cybertron, and getting the Vehicons that were on their side in line and prepared to begin rebuilding Cybertron. But once he ran out of things to do, Ultra Magnus found himself at an empty desk in a far forgotten corner of the nemesis where he quietly grieved with his face in his servos. He made not a sound as his frame shook and coolant dripped onto the desk he sat at. Much like Ratchet, he had been there throughout all of Bumblebee's youth. He had seen the scout grow into himself and go through all his ups and downs. He had been a teacher to him, a guardian, and a replacement for Optimus when the Prime was out at war when Bee was younger. His spark ached and cried out at the emptiness that came from Bee being gone.
And then there was Smokescreen. The rookie was unsure how to feel for the first day after Bumblebee's death. He stood around and was left in a state of shock above all else, unsure where to go or what to do. Then when he lay down to try and recharge later that cycle, he found himself awake and aching in loss, missing the happy chirps of the mech he had come to see as a friend and brother during their short time together. He didn't recharge that night and instead found himself crying as the memories really hit him hard. He did no leave the room he had taken up residence in until long past noon either. He didn't want to.
As for Optimus? He hid himself away in a dark corner of the nemesis and there he first prepared himself for what was to come. In accordance to tradition, first he gave himself a day to grieve. He cried, he cursed Unicron, Megatron, and the universe at large, and then he sobbed himself into recharge. When he woke he removed every inch of color from his frame, his red and blue paint scrubbed and sanded off as a sign of mourning. Then once he was left in only the gray tones of the dead save for the glowing energon lines that crossed his frame, he painted murals upon his plating in black. Every mural depicted experiences he had with Bumblebee and his relationship to him. It was not necessarily an Iaconian tradition, and was in reality a mishmash of cultures from all across Cybertron. But to Optimus it felt fitting. Then to top it all off, Optimus carefully carved surface level scars around his optics and highlighted them in black. They would heal with time, but for at least a stellar cycle they would be a stark reminder of his loss.
Once Optimus was satisfied with his appearance, he gathered up his painting tools and went to he medical bay for the most important part of the process. He spent a day painstakingly painting glowing glyphs reading Bumblebee's every achievements and glory in life onto the scout's frame in glowing blue paint. Then he injected Bumblebee's body with a reasonable dose of energon to allow a faint glow to emanate from his frame, an event that spoke of what he looked like when he lived. Only once this was done did Optimus return to his team and stand before them in time for Cybertron to be restored.
The children were given the honor of pressing the activation key as none of the bots wanted to do so after the loss of their scout. Rafael ended up being the one to do it at Jack and Miko's prompting. The bots watched Cybertron's restoration with grim resolve, and then once complete, they too went to go and scrub their plating clean of color to emulate their leader.
Optimus personally carried Bumblebee's body to the surface of Cybertron and built a small altar for his frame to lay upon. Then in front of the whole team, Optimus laid his servos upon his sparkling's helm and there proclaimed him a warrior of Cybertron. After which he put the star saber in Bumblebee's lifeless servos and covered the altar in protective glass so that his sparkling's frame may not be harmed or damaged. The team bore witness to this stoically, their time for personal mourning having past.
Once Bumblebee was laid to rest, Optimus left to retrieve the Allspark immediately, unwilling to remain on the world that had so many bad memories and the body of his only sparkling. Ratchet returned the children home and remained on earth to process the loss and keep away from Cybertron for similar reasons to Optimus. Meanwhile the rest of the team stayed on Cybertron under Ultra Magnus's command and prepared for the arrival of refugees from the war. Time passed quickly and Optimus returned without issue, the Allspark in hand. The team were gathered again, and together the Allspark was returned in an explosion of newsparks.
The team celebrated, even Ratchet as they took the arrival of newsparks to mean the coming of a new age. Optimus on the other hand was almost bitter. He had given everything for this moment, but if he had killed Megatron sooner or performed better, his sparkling would still be alive. He couldn't find it in himself to be joyful as the newspark emerged and instead returned to the grave of his sparkling, unwilling to move on. The team let him and did not comment when he did not return to his normal colors, instead keeping the gray and continually highlighting his mourning scars even once the murals he had painted had washed off. They did not so much as touch Optimus when he fell at the foot of Bumblebee's grave and sobbed ugly tears, muttering over and over again one thing.
"We did it little warrior. Cybertron is restored... we've won..."
Optimus was not begrudged by anyone when he retreated from the team, shutting himself off near completely and instead throwing himself into restoring the one place he had truly seen as home. He returned to the remains of Iacon and worked in the hall of records, repairing and restoring what was lost. Then once it was acceptable, he moved Bumblebee's grave there, taking his covered altar deep into the archives where it would not be touched by mecha or the tests of time.
Cybertron grew around Optimus, the team working to establish a government and set things straight as refugees came and newsparks emerged. Optimus did his part when required, emerging from the hall of records and sharing the history of their world and stepping in to handle conflict when needed. But he never completely shed his gray paint or allowed his mourning scars to fully fade. He devoted himself to his work, not wanting to leave the place he had taken to be a sanctuary as a way to deal with his pain and the great many traumas that plagued him from the war. When he wasn't working or training apprentices, he was deep in the archives with what remained of his only sparkling. There he would speak of all that happened, telling Bumblebee what was happening on the surface and of all the changes that were happening.
Young apprentices swiftly learned of the warrior in the deep archives, and it became a right of passage to travel to see Bumblebee's grave and pay respects. An archivist who had finished their training would go to the altar on which Bumblebee's frame lay and there they would tell the fallen warrior their oath and their ambitions. Then if Optimus acknowledged their claim, they were recognized and told the stories of the fallen warrior before them. It did not take long for Bumblebee to be heralded as both a hero and a guardian of the archives due to both the stories and the star saber he held. None dared try and touch the relic and outsiders were never allowed near. Only the archivists saw the fallen warrior, for they knew how much he meant to Optimus. They respected the honor they were granted and they never once commented on Optimus's forever dark plating because of it.
But eventually the team worried for Optimus, and only grew more so once a full vorn had passed and Optimus had yet to move on. And so in an act of desperation designed to draw Optimus out of the shell he had built so thoroughly around himself, Ratchet came to his oldest remaining friend with a gift and a duty.
It was a dark day on Cybertron, the day of Bumblebee' death in fact when Ratchet came. He arrived at the archives with a small bundle in his arms and entered in without issue. The young archivists ushered him deep to where Optimus generally worked, and there they let him be. The Prime was mourning silently, his field held close as he worked and gently cleaned the glass that separated Bumblebee's frame from the outside world. Seeing this Ratchet sighed and pulled Optimus away, careful not to dislodge his precious cargo.
Ratchet: Optimus, it has been a vorn. This needs to stop... you need to let him go.
Optimus: I cannot do that... I failed him as both his Prime and his Sire... it is only right I remain in mourning to repent.
Ratchet: No Optimus. He wouldn't want that for you. He wouldn't want you to spent the rest of your functioning in the dark down here forever grieving his death.
Optimus: ...
Ratchet: Cybertron is restored. It's time for a new beginning, a new chapter in your life.
With his declaration made, Ratchet carefully passed his small charge to the Prime whose optics blew wide at what he saw. Bundled up in organic made cloth was a small sparkling, hardly a few cycles old and with plating still soft to the touch. Already the sparkling's armor was a shining red and orange, bright and powerful like a flame in the gloom of the deep archives. The sparkling cooed upon seeing Optimus's face, little sparkling fangs on display as the little ones optics glowed with innocence.
Optimus wanted to object and give the sparkling back. He had failed once after all...
But as the sparkling held onto one of his digits with such purity and joy, Optimus felt at peace for the first time since his firstborn had fallen. It still didn't feel right. He still couldn't be completely content with himself, not after Bumblebee's death. But... as he looked upon the sparkling, he found himself wanting to try again, to give this sparkling the life he couldn't give Bee.
Ratchet: You will take him?
Optimus: ... I will.
Ratchet: What is his name?
Optimus: His name... his name is Hot Rod. My blazing flame, my new hope for the future.
im sorry but what the fuck happened in the seventh dark tower book
Sometimes I get really sad and think about Shen Yuan’s family and how they reacted to his death.
He lived alone, so I wonder how long it took for someone to find him. I don’t think it took very long. Here’s why.
From my understanding, he didn’t get to post his final review of the PIDW ending. He died before he could.
The internet is the internet so people notice that Peerless Cucumber is missing. People get concerned because no way this fucker is not commenting on this if he still has the ability to type and they track him down and get in contact with his family
At first they think the “hey maybe check on this guy, he’s been radio silent online and that’s a not like him” message is a joke, but they send his sister anyway.
Of course, she finds him dead.
And a few weeks later, Peerless Cucumber posts the review with the following note included:
So for those of you itching to know what Peerless Cucumber thought of the update, here you are. I want to thank everyone who reached out out of concern. You were right. My brother died before he could post this. We only found him so fast because of all of you.
I will say, being made aware of this account is the best gift I could be given. I get to read through all his old reviews and really get a sense of everything he hid from us. He was a sickly guy and reading novels like this one were his escape, you know? He used to rant to me about whatever trash he picked out when it was too hard to talk about everything else, so this was like getting to talk to my brother one last time. I could practically hear his voice again.
I’m posting this, his final review, because I know my brother and he would not want the last chapter to go unroasted, even if he had to do it from beyond the grave, so I believe I can help put him to rest with this.
So this is Peerless Cucumber, signing off for the last time
bitches will commit one (1) mistake after being forced into extremely high-pressure situations without any kind of support group in place then proceed to think of themselves as the cause of every problem on earth and believe they're obligated to fix everything because no matter what role they try to force themselves into they still can't deny their conscience and their genuine desire to do what's best even at a loss for themselves 😒
Anyways here’s bitches
Like I know he was introduced to us dead, but knowing he dies is still sad
ESPECIALLY Wen Qing’s reaction
scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~
scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife
all events are neutral. it's how we choose to react to them that makes a difference in our lives.
my first time drivers course
I let this fic settle for some days because it's strong. MCD is always a hard path in a fanfic, but the angst it comes with is just so good when you know how to do it. And yes, you did it so good!!
I love that the characters respect each other's time from grief, and respect Yoongi's memory so deeply not just because they were close people, but because they were wise enough not to overstep and move on properly, by their own way.
For the first time in my life I could read and truly feel what that emotion is. I don't have a lot of sensibility and I'm used to see death in a different way, but the pov you put here is amazing, handling it with care and still facing the truth.
And their love is so mature, so intense, so everything. I'm in awe by the way they discover each other in a completely different way, and yet so singular, with that smooth reminiscing from the past. I also like the way you make it clear that Jeon is very different from Yoongi, leaving no space for anyone to think he's a filler in oc's life.
Thank you so much for writing! 💜
Pairing -> Officer!Reader x BadBoy!Jungkook (ft. Reader x Yoongi)
Genre -> Angst | Smut | Fluff
Rating -> Mature (18+)
Word Count -> 14.5k
Playlist -> Looks Red, Tastes Blue
Warnings -> Major Character Death | Grief | Poor Coping Mechanisms | Mentions of Alcohol Abuse | Mentions of Smoking (tobacco) | Unrequited Love | Emotional Constipation | Explicit Sexual Content | Unprotected Sex (stay safe losers) | Oral (m/f receiving) | Dom/Sub Themes | Dirty Talk | Praise Kink | Sir Kink | He Spit in Ur Mouth | Brief Sex with Jimin | Should I Even Bother Putting Cursing?
Summary -> You meet an old friend under uncomfortable circumstances, he brings with him memories you’ve tried to forget for years. Your past becomes your future before you can catch your breath.
Excerpt -> “But where the paradox lies is, if you stop thinking, the smile you hold when you’re with him is the simplest thing you’ve ever done.”
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“We have a 10-51 at The Red Eye on Main.” Your radio suddenly booms in your otherwise quiet vehicle, snapping you out of your trance-like state caused by watching a mostly empty intersection run through light cycles for the better part of an hour.
“10-4, I’m 76.” You answered, pausing briefly to assess your location in relation to the hole-in-the-wall bar. “10-77, three minutes.” You finish, setting down your mic and flipping your lights on.
Continuar lendo
“I thought winning the war would bring us closer together. I guess I was mistaken.”
Kofi / Patreon
Not how I wanted to spend my Saturday...
Per my warranty with my car dealership, I have to take my SUV to them for routine maintenance. This sucks for two reasons: the dealership is a bit of a drive...and they take FOREVER to do anything. On a good day, when they aren't very busy, I can expect to be waiting between an hour and an hour and a half just to get the oil changed. Ridiculous for an oil change, but what can I do? Well, despite scheduling for my usual time (because it usually isn't busy)...it is busy. Very busy. I'm going to be here a while. And I forgot my Kindle, am almost over my high-speed data limit on my phone, and didn't bring my laptop because I intended to do cosplay shopping afterwards and didn't want to lug the thing around. I keep telling myself "it's a really good warranty, it's worth the inconvenience of having to go out there every three months and wait forever" but...ugh.
i made this at 5 am instead of sleeping so please excuse any typos but!! emily characters!!wooo!!! (it’s my first one so i’m sorry for relying on all the tropes of the site but whatever)
tell me about your current favorite au(s) :>>
my. misclick family au. but the only people left are mariana and slime. and it’s just a broken divorced couple who can’t even face eachother after one ( in a freak accident ) killed their kid.
Charlie is so fucked up in so many ways, oh my god. he faked his own DEATH just so mariana could “ live happily “, divorcing and abandoning her just to make it ‘ hurt less ‘ and then faking an entire death so intense that an entire fucking server held his funeral. gathered around and mourned him for months. people thought they lost an entire fucking person a pillar to their community and he ended up just living underground in cave systems for months in some fucked up slime-hardened dragon like humanoid state just to come out for fucking bolas. and nobody knowing. okay. nobody. knowing he was fucking schizophrenic. so he thought when he left. it was just him “ healing l from a schizophrenic break because they thought. that the server, his family, wife, kid, friends, events, everything. was fucking. fake.
and all that. just for mariana to sacrifice their own religious beliefs. and become some sort of higher being whilst costing multiple of his lives and all ‘ religious virginity ‘ essentially. just to revive the man he loved. only to find out he was never dead to begin with. giving up her own humanity. and becoming some sort of higher being higher authority ( in his eyes ) downright fucking monster. a parrot or, or winged avian with such colors of sorts. all for. in his eyes. fucking. nothing. being tied to cuchuro by contract for their body and experimentation and mental anguish. For nothing. giving up their own fucking religion. for. nothing. she gave it all up. for nothing.
crickets curse, my misclick family au. thanks.