#also its 3am apologies for incoherence

[sokkagatekeeper]

it's interesting how when katara implies that sokka is gay as an insult she is doing it to get under his skin bc she knows he's insecure about stuff like that. but the thing is she thinks he's just insecure about it in the sense that he's a man and men can be stupid about masculinity and it's fun to tease them about it especially if they're your older brothers, and especially if they express their ideas about masculinity in ways that hurt the people around them (as sokka sometimes does, esp in the first few episodes). she doesn't realize that he's legitimately insecure about it in the sense that he is in fact actually gay and is legitimately dealing with internalized homophobia. she knows she's poking at a wound he has, but doesn't realize how big of a wound it is, and she wouldn't poke at it if she did realize. like that's the key here

#was talking w shira abt king david and it reminded me of this. i love adhd #s #* #too scared to put this in main tags so uh #sokka&katara #also its 3am apologies for incoherence #also in case this somehow needs stating. this post is not “anti-” any character. obviously.

[olliecoded]

Beverlys position, specifically in the book (IT), is so deeply sexist and the orgy scene really is....bad for her development as a character outside of the three roles available to her of helpless (must be saved by men, who do all the fighting for her), mother, and sex object.

And frankly like...the orgy in the book kinda conflated the caretaking aspects of her motherly role with the sex object stuff....idk. It was so weird. It was more character assassination of her than Eddie imo. There's a paper called 'OH DEAR JESUS IT IS FEMALE!' Mother as Monster By Lant and Thomas. It is part of a book about how King writes women and it was a really interesting discussion of Bev.

i mean ... yeah, stephen king is insanely sexist, ESPECIALLY in his earlier works. and my post 100% isn't meant to argue that the orgy scene really necessitated inclusion in the book at all, or that its purpose couldn't have been achieved through any other means. beverly marsh in general, as a character, is a great example of very poorly concealed misogyny.

but my analysis was through a watsonian lense rather than a doylist one, because the doylist analysis of that scene is, very very simply, misogyny and a lot of acid. and i understand not wanting to conduct watsonian analysis of that scene because it IS so deeply sexist and uncomfortable!!

but like i mentioned, "bev raped eddie" is a take that i'm seeing increasingly frequently (as in, it's sprinkled throughout most recent discussions of her character in the book), and i think that's due in large part to a difficulty in engaging with the scene from a watsonian perspective. when we just write it off and don't think about WHY it happens narratively, then we end up saying things that are ... weird. and bad.

i don't know if you actually read my entire post, since you mentioned a perceived character assassination of eddie (?) here, when my entire post was about how it assassinated bev's character in modern discussion of the novel. but if you did, you'd notice that i did mention several times how bev's entire life is based around sex. all of it. bev as a character is ALL ABOUT sex most of the time, primarily due to king's sexism. that's not something that i'm unaware of.

i just think that most people know by now what the reason for that scene is from a doylist perspective. we're aware that king is a fucking weirdo and also a misogynist. we know!! i don't think, though, that that doesn't mean we can't still think about what narrative purpose that scene might serve: why it happened, why it was effective, and why it was not rape (<- this is the important part).

#itposting #its 3am where i am btw so pardon me if this is entirely incoherent i do apologize im exhausted #my main point is yeah sexism but also sexism isnt a narrative explanation and it's ok to look for a narrative explanation. #asks

[jasperygrace]

Happy Storyteller Saturday!

If you had to choose who your favorite character is from all of your works, who would it be? Why?

As a writer, what are the kinds of things that you find most easy to write about, and what are the things you avoid (+ Is there anything you'd like to improve)?

Let's say your main cast of characters find themselves trapped in a life-threatening situation. How would each one of them react? Who would be the most selfish and who would likely be the most selfless?

Hi there! This is my first STS, so I'm very excited ^-^ Also I'm writing this at 3am so I apologize if I sound a little incoherent.

1. My favorite character... oh god that's so hard to choose.

I'm gonna say that Orias has to be my favorite character. He's changed the most since I first came up with the concept. And I think his story is a really important one to tell alongside Vincent's.

2. Story through dialogue is my strong suit. I just really like writing dialogue.

As for my weak point, it has to be action sequences. Writing a fight scene? Good luck, because I struggle.

3. Vinnie: He's gonna try to get himself out of the situation as quickly as possible. If other people's lives are in danger, he going to try to help them to the best of his ability.

Orias: He would fight to survive, but only for himself or ones close to him. If something bad happens to some close to him, he will freeze up.

Briar: Girl will fight tooth and nail. This can be self destructive if left to her own devices.

Reese: He's a trained knight, so his first instinct is to assess the safety of others. This includes making sure his liege is safe, then making sure others are safe from the the threat. He will only address a threat if its absolutely neccessary.

#thanks for the ask! #jasper.txt #project : desert #storytelling saturday #jasper's archive #currentlyl flying home for my birthday #and im very tired #despite having flown for years #ill never get used to getting up early

[gokubrain]

idk if ur taking nsfw anons but if so do you think Vegeta gets embarrassed at how much Goku makes him moan/how fast he makes him cum AND do you think MUI Goku would be possessive in bed

HAHSHDHF LOL

i haven’t seen super so idk much abt ultra instinct (i think thats what mui is LOL) so i dont have much to say on that

BUUUUT

i’ll gladly use this as an opportunity to spit my n/sfw kakavege headcanons hehe

(it’s like 3AM for me so i apologize in advance for incoherence lmao)

okay i’m gonna ramble a bit bc i have a lot to say abt this, sorry LOL

i wanna preface by saying that i already headcanon vegeta as like. hypersexual and fairly experienced in the bedroom which ties into a lot of other unrelated headcanons i have for him but also has a lot to do with the fact that vegeta is a very physical person (this ALSO plays into other unrelated headcanons but in this case i feel like as a skilled warrior, one would become very aware of their own body and thus would be more receptive to like. any physical contact, be it intimate or aggressive or whatever, tho i feel like this is especially true in vegeta’s case) but the reason i’m even talking about fighting alongside sex here is that,, literally for vegeta AND goku sex and fighting are nearly synonymous LMFAO LIKE BOTH ARE PRETTY EQUAL IN TERMS OF THE ENJOYMENT THEY GET FROM IT,, IF THAT MAKES SENSE??? they just fucking love fighting lmao, it’s kind of unrelated i guess but anyway

to elaborate further, vegeta has had sex before and fought people before and it was enjoyable or whatever but the fact that he’s actually in love with goku makes these physical interactions sooo much more intense to vegeta, like he’s already very receptive to touch anyway but goku’s his soulmate LMFAO so it makes it better?? if that makes sense lol? not to mention goku also enjoys fighting with vegeta moreso than he would with anyone else (and sex ig, but i think goku is vastly less experienced so that holds less weight here) but its just like. bc they share this cosmic red-string-of-fate soulmate bond or whatever lol 😭

ANYWAY SORRY, ALL THIS TO SAY THAT goku certainly makes him feel better than anyone else he’s slept with so he’s probably far more reactive to goku’s touch which is like. DEF smth he isnt used to bc he’s never loved anyone the way he loves goku lol. so yeah he probs does cum pretty quickly and makes a lot of embarrassing noises LMFAO

ITS FUNNY TO THINK THAT LIKE. vegeta’s just a mess and he’s really noisy and cums quickly and then is just immediately super embarrassed by it LOL NOT TO MENTION GOKU WOULD DEFINITELY BRING IT UP TO TEASE HIM ABOUT IT WHICH WOULD ONLY MAKE IT WORSE LOOOOL

ALSO IF THIS IS TRUE THEN I THINK IT WOULD INADVERTENTLY BECOME A COMPETITION LMAODJFJ like vegeta would be determined to hold out as long as possible and in retaliation goku would really give it his all LMAO, i mean there’s nothing they love more than competition with each other right?? so i think that’d only make the experience even better for them tbh lmao

#IM SO SORRY THAT WAS SUCH A LONG RANT #I COULDVE SAID THIS MUCH MORE CONCISELY LMFAOOOO #but i rly felt i needed to elaborate on like. why sex w goku is better than anyone vegeta has fucked prior #again. so sorry ! that was way more than u asked for LOL but #hopefully it all made sense #thanks for asking bestie #i’m sure ppl are gonna stop sending me anons soon bc i just go off on completely unrelated tangents like this Every time HAHAH #nsft #kakavege #answered

[clumsyclifford]

Yup! Apology on twitter girl is still me. I tend to overthink especially bc I’m older than most stans so thank you for the patience. And no worries about the going off Twitter. I think that’s an incredibly healthy thing to do. Have a great day. -Spidey Anon

thank you yes i know the healthiest thing of all would be to delete twitter entirely but i have fomo so instead i just check it occasionally at least i dont agonize over missing things i also have no idea how the algorithm of the timeline works on twitter no clue but whatever 

i also dont really know what im saying rn since its 3am and im wicked tired like im just. saying words. so if im being incoherent or vague thats because my brain is just. entirely shut off sorry lmao

#this ask feels like a business transaction!!! be a homie #spidey anon #too tired to come up with funny tags for you all to laugh at #i feel like. i made pretty good progress on this fic #but not good enough #but also my laptop was overheating so i did need to set it down on a flat surface anyway #wowim tired #Anonymous #ask #answered

[gurguliare]

Anyway I had never read or seen or even consumed that much criticism in connection to Henries IV so it was really thrilling to go in “fresh,”

Pt 1:

Harry and Hotspur were both pretty duly incredible; Harry’s actor I took a little bit to warm up to because I think he went for kind of a... like.... more unified interpretation even when that pulled him away from parts of the text, line of best fit sort of thing... also just the usual Performative Shakespeare Prince problem where you have to act acting without any clear baseline. and, I mean, if you’re Harry Monmouth you don’t even have Hamlet’s semblance of a private life, you’re stuck monologuing nervily to the diegetic answering machine---

LIKE. No. Listen. The closest thing Henry V has to a private life is letting a friend mutilate a dead frenemy’s body because it maximizes net utility

But, right, Hotspur was a half-coconut-haircut lesbian who stared slightly above/through the shoulder of whoever she was talking to and laughed A LOT, it was a good time. She and Kate got me hard for “but yet a woman!” flirty killer hypocrisy, your 2nd to last date with your wife. Other highlights included her pouncing on the map to antagonize Glendower and the “angrily parodying people I want to murder” strut

Harry’s “I killed my last chance at gay mentorship” face........ Or maybe that was his “oh no, vampire fingon” face.

It was MY “oh no, vampire fingon” face.

I am such a dying sucker for “characters competitively roleplay” scenes. I can’t believe that I always forget this. At least if another anon asks me what my favorite tropes in fiction are I can say that. I’m writing it into my next silm fic, sorry in advance to anyone who has to read that.

Pt 2:

Struggled a bit with the Falstaff light novel, although I respect its structural importance

Bolingbroke made 0 impression on me in the first part but the actor did a GREAT insomniac cry-whine on “Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown” and from then I was sold. They had like a wall mural of Richard II for him to mug at, which I was initially not that impressed by, but again came around when I thought about how much time I have spent at 3am making crazy eyes at my dresser to self-soothe

Also I loved... the deathbed farce....... So Much. It was bad, I was in the front row and SILENTLY CRYING MY FACE OFF while stepbro paid careful attention to the blocking. Favorite things: king’s incoherent rambling apology for 1) having usurped the throne 2) not having done it well enough and 3) first provoking and then putting down the rebellion, TO HARRY, WHO WAS THERE FOR IT, and who in fact took a pretty fucking active role in that suppression, but... nope. Problem child sits on bed and listens to parent’s uncontrolled regrets. It’s all dad’s fault and dad is going to explain to you now how his mistakes were unfortunate and will not affect your future in the slightest, he hopes, if you just try hard.

Also: Harry: I TOOK THE CROWN BECAUSE I HATED IT FOR HAVING KILLED YOU--- Dad: Lol you took the crown because God tempted you. Loved the speech. Loved the speech. I go to my grave comforted in the knowledge that my child is a sneak who hates himself and who, better yet, I can forgive without too bad a hit to MY pride, because you are pretty cute when you’re panicking. I’m going to make one more face at Dick and then I’m out. I swear I’m going. Salt🍴loves meat 🍖 too byyyyyyyyyeeeeeeee

#can you believe there's no salt emoji

[donewithjeon]

Remnants

Characters: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 3,096

Genre: Angst

Warning: This was written at 3AM on a rainy night. That should say it all.

It was time.

Your hands fiddled with the video recorder as you proceeded to attach it to the tripod you had set up next to your seat. The lens was pointed towards the chair on the other side of the table, and the main focus shown on the LED display of the device was a man sitting comfortably upon it.

Once you were certain that the invaluable piece of equipment wasn’t going to topple over, you lined up the shot, making sure you were getting the angle of both the camera and the swivel screen just right.

It was a bit later in the morning than usual, but the atmosphere of the room was immaculate. The blinds were drawn open to let the dreamy sunlight into the area, bathing your surroundings in a soft, ethereal glow. The apartment was quiet, save for the fidgeting you had been doing while trying to prepare everything. Your hands were clammy from the nervousness building up within you, but you really had no reason as to why.

This was your best friend.

You talked to him all the time—he confided in you all the time. This was just like any other instance, except there was a camcorder beside you.

Giving the tripod one last look-over and deeming that it was indeed steady, you pushed the button located on the body of the camera and stepped away. Your feet felt heavy as you rounded the wooden chair before slowly sinking down onto the familiar frame.

You took a quick glance at the notepad laid open on the table before you. You probably weren’t going to need it, but the notes you jotted down were there, just in case.

Lifting your head up, you saw Hoseok sitting on the opposite side, a brilliant and kind smile gracing his lips that showed no sign of the apprehension you were feeling. He was always so sure of himself and everything he did—the complete opposite of you.

He uttered your name in that same confidence he exuded, and you heard the sweet voice fill the otherwise silent room; it was a pleasant sound you had come to adore, even through all the times he came off as unnecessarily loud or incoherently soft.

“So, how have you been lately?” you asked with a lighthearted smile.

You reached over for the cup sitting next to the already neglected notepad. The ceramic mug was still hot to the touch—it contained some herbal tea you had steeped only a few minutes ago—and you let your cold fingers enjoy the warmth it radiated.

“I know it hasn’t been too long since we last spoke,” Hoseok said earnestly. He was right—you two spoke almost each and every single day. Even if only lasted a couple of minutes, you cherished those moments.

His slender hand crept towards the cup on his side of the table, a much smaller one placed on top of a matching white saucer. It held his usual preference of coffee: no cream and definitely no sugar—dark and bitter like the world we lived in, as he would always joke. Others just liked to call it an Americano; in most cases it was served iced, but he always liked it hot.

“I thought about writing you a letter, too.” His eyes lowered to his own notebook in front of him, a simple one filled with scribbles of illegible handwriting that you were positive you would not be able to decipher. “But I felt like I should talk to you in person.”

“Well, I’m here now.” You perked up, letting your presence and open ears be known.

Hoseok looked back up from the table before picking his coffee up to take a careful sip. His brown eyes glistened with the reflection of the equally obscure liquid below, and the smile still lingered on his lips as he set the cup back down in place.

“I know you’ve heard a lot of this already, so I’ll save you the trouble and get straight to the point.”

“You finally decide to do that after talking my ear off for years?” You chuckled a bit, seeing the irony in the situation.

Hoseok always loved to talk, almost as much as you loved to listen. It seemed as though not a day went by without the same old topics being brought up in the discussions you two shared. Still, it was a routine you quite enjoyed, and you welcomed the sonorous reprise.

“I guess I’m tired of repeating myself, too. But this is the last time.” His tone was stern, but it held a certain poise that still felt soothing, not daunting.

“I’m always here to listen to anything you have to say, no matter what.”

Your smile grew a bit as you gave him a knowing nod, fitting your reply perfectly within the short silences that Hoseok left for you. While you loved to just sit down and listen to him speak, he never forgot to let you add in your two cents and disclose whatever was on your mind.

“Things are getting too difficult for me here.”

Listening intently to Hoseok’s words, you grabbed the mug in your hands and brought it up to your lips. You blew on the tea to cool it down, but it always felt like no matter how long you performed that gesture, the liquid still burned your tongue the moment it entered your mouth.

It was a cruel trick played by the universe, no doubt.

“Seoul never did treat you well,” you responded. Truthfully, the city hadn’t been too kind to you either, but you found comfort in the fact that you two had been braving it together.

“I’m just not made for this life,” Hoseok announced with a steadfast grin. “I didn’t want to show you everything, including my pain, but I failed on that part. It just feels like no matter how hard I try, it’s just never enough.”

“None of that is your fault, Hoseok.” You put the cup you had been holding in front of you back to its original position on the table. Perhaps you should have added some sugar into your drink, because now you sat there with a bitter taste in your mouth.

“I’ve been here for almost a quarter of a century, yet it doesn’t feel like home.” Hoseok leisurely scanned the side of the room as if searching for something, but you knew this place enough to know that nothing of interest was over there.

While he took in his surroundings, you took in his appearance. Your eyes drifted over the locks of black hair that fell above his forehead, some strands seemingly ignited by the bright rays that trickled in from another adjacent window. It was a modest window in this lonely apartment that Hoseok called his own, but it belonged to him as much as he felt that he belonged here.

“This place was never good enough for you, in my opinion,” you spoke frankly, your eyes following his coffee cup as he lifted it up to take another drink.

You lightly tapped your foot on the wooden floor and the sound echoed within the four walls—it was a habit that Hoseok always found annoying, but sometimes you didn’t even realize you were doing it. Your nerves had all but faded by now, and it felt as though the conversation was going considerably well, almost like it was rehearsed.

These early morning serious talks were a force of habit in and of itself. Although most of your exchanges ended as soon as the both of you were done with your respective drinks, that never stopped you or him from delaying the end, even as your beverages got cold.

“I know that the time I spent here doesn’t seem like much at first, but I want you to know that it’s enough for me.”

You knew exactly what he meant by those words, and they created a knot in your chest that only tightened when you fixed your gaze on him. Hoseok’s smile remained on his face, but you found it harder and harder to maintain yours. You wished that you could disagree with him, but he spoke with the most definitive tone you had ever heard him use. It wasn’t one of exhaustion or deflation that he always had in the months prior.

It was one of resolution.

“…What about me?” you whispered as you watched him put the cup back down with a clink.

“I’m sorry. I really am.”

Your jaw clenched at the apology, but you tried your best to keep your smile from turning into a grimace. You saw Hoseok’s hand glide over to the side of the table where a couple of miniature glass canisters were placed in an organized row. His fingers hovered over the jar that contained the granulated sugar before he went on to clasp the tiny bottle beside it. It held a clear and colorless liquid, much like the simple syrup everyone used to sweeten their beverages.

“The place you’re going to better be worth leaving me behind,” you tried to say while sounding the least disappointed you could possibly be. You kept your gaze on Hoseok’s tender expression as he watched himself pour the contents of the bottle into his coffee in one swift motion.

“I know this is selfish of me.”

He picked up the silver spoon that was lying next to his cup, a utensil much too small to even dream about transporting any type of food. Dipping it into his cup, he started stirring his coffee with a light touch, his eyes following the circular motions languidly.

“It is,” you started, listening to the gentle release of the metal on ceramic as he placed the spoon back down. “But I know I’m selfish with you, too.”

“I really didn’t want to have to leave you so suddenly.”

“Then don’t.”

The corner of Hoseok’s lip twitched up as he curled his index finger around the handle of his cup. Finally peeking up from his coffee once more, the wistful stare found its way straight to you without difficulty.

“I knew you would try to stop me.”

“Of course,” you stated curtly, as if trying to wring out your words. “Why wouldn’t I? You know how important you are to me.”

“Which is why I had to tell you this way,” he continued, cutting off the end of your sentence just a tad. You could only smile weakly, realizing that there was no use in getting worked up.

“It’s a dick move, if you ask me.” You attempted to berate him, if only just once in your life.

You always listened to Hoseok in more ways than one. On the days he had too much to say, you provided him with a friend to vent upon, and when he wanted absolutely nothing to do with anyone, even yourself, you also listened. During those delicate times he craved solitude, you left him alone.

You couldn’t help but think that maybe you shouldn’t have.

“I’ve already made my decision.”

“I know,” you sighed, slowly trying to release the pressure of the tangled mess of emotions inside of you. “I know I can’t stop you.”

Grasping for the mug of tea you had almost forgotten about, you took a long swig from it since it was now cool enough to do so, or at least it wasn’t scalding anymore. Hoseok brought his own cup to his lips in a fluid motion to follow your actions, but when you put the drink down to fold your hands in front of you, he kept his finger looped around his cup.

“I hope you can be happy, even without me,” he relayed with an ever caring smile that always made your universe seem that much more alive.

You wondered if this hurt him as much as it hurt you, or maybe the pain was less for him because he was ready. You wished you could have been ready as well, but no amount of time could have prepared you for this. You knew you had to accept it, because there was no way he was going to change his mind when it had already been so clearly made. Only when you truly engraved that into your heart would you stop withholding the undeniable hatred that you felt over the past few weeks—the hatred towards him, and the hatred towards yourself.

“I will try my best. I promise,” you declared, your breath hitching as he presented you with an endearing look before diverting his eyes onto his cup again to take another long sip.

You felt your hand shaking as you reached for your mug again, but instead of landing on the smooth, heated surface, you gripped the edge of the table in an effort to keep yourself grounded.

By the time Hoseok set his cup down, it was empty.

“I want you to know that I’m glad I met you, and nothing in this world changes the fact that I do love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said a little too eagerly, as if the words were hoping to get out in time. “I still love you, and you know that I’ll never stop.”

“You’ve been so good to me…You’re one of the best people I know—no, you are the best person I know.”

Hoseok’s smile widened the slightest as his eyes glazed over with what seemed to be nostalgia, the old memories of the years you had spent together, all flashing by as foggy fragments of the past.

“That’s because I’m your best friend,” you assured him to the best of your ability. “I will always be your best friend.”

His head tilted forward lethargically before he took in a deep breath and straightened up to face you again, his smile managing to stay on his face even until now.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

You knew he meant it with all his heart—you wanted to believe that—because with the way he strained to look at you through his hooded eyes, you knew it was true.

“And thank you for letting me be a part of your life,” you said in return, your smile fighting every instinct you had to stay on your face. “I only wish I could have done more.”

“Don’t blame yourself for any of this,” he mumbled hearteningly, almost as if he also knew exactly what was going through your mind. “I hope you can forgive me.” His voice faltered a bit as his head lulled to the side this time, but he quickly regained his composure to lock eyes with you again.

“I forgive you,” you proclaimed as strongly as you could, and it felt like the knot in your chest finally began to loosen. “There’s no need to apologize to me. As long as you’re not hurting anymore, I forgive you.” With the knot that unraveled like a sigh of relief, your tense grip on the table slackened as well.

“This is all that I can say.” Hoseok spoke softly, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again with a brief shake of the head. He gazed in your direction one last time, overcome with fatigue that, in the end, managed to steal away his smile. Then, the dreaded words escaped like an exhale at last.

“I have to leave now.”

“I understand,” you muttered before your lips tightened into a line with the pressure lifting off of your heavy heart. Swallowing the lump in your throat that was threatening to suffocate you again, you continued on. “Everything is going to be alright with me—with all of us. Don’t worry anymore…just let go.”

You weren’t too sure if that last part was still directed towards Hoseok or if it was more for yourself. Either way, it was all that you could say as well.

Watching Hoseok’s expression, you could see his eyebrows creasing for a moment before his entire body relaxed. His head tilted backward, only there was no rebound this time. It fell back until he was facing the ceiling, his eyes fluttered closed like the way they would be whenever you saw him sleeping.

You let go of the table altogether, but you sensed everything else rising up within you. Your throat felt dry with the acknowledgement that there were no more words left to say. You could feel the tears that had started welling up a while back threaten to spill, but you calmed yourself down with a deep inhale. The scent of your tea that was still left unfinished entered your nose, because that was the only fragrance that was currently present in the room.

With the steady exhale of your breath and the blurry blink of an eye, you gazed in front of you to recognize that Hoseok was no longer there.

An empty chair sat across from you, one that had been left untouched for some time now, but in this very moment, the absence was bearable—almost peaceful. The light still shone from the windows to illuminate the apartment, and the familiarity of the warmth that cloaked you like Hoseok’s presence had was enough to make you feel like you weren’t alone.

You stood up from your seat with a light push off of your palms, and you circled around to make your way behind the video recorder. Looking down at the screen, you saw the figure of your friend sitting in the same chair with his eyes closed and his head tilted back over the top rail of the wooden frame, unmoving and unbreathing.

Your finger hit the button for the device to stop playing the previously-recorded footage, one that you knew would be frozen in the same scene for a while until his body was eventually found. Turning the camcorder completely off and snapping the extended display back in place with a click, you stared pensively at the half-vacant table once more.

Hoseok deserved the world—that much was true—but unfortunately, the world didn’t deserve him.

It took you much too long to realize that even you had no way of changing that, but now that you did, you felt you had the much needed closure. You were able to let go of the unspoken words that had haunted you since the day Hoseok had left you with this recording, and even if he would never hear them, you were finally at peace.

Just like him.

Note: Inspired by Nell - The Day Before.

#i highly suggest checking out the link after reading the story #i love the song and music video very much #and i hope i did it justice <3 #bts scenarios #hoseok scenarios #hoseok x reader #jhope scenarios #jhope x reader #hoseok #jhope #bts #bts scenario #hoseok scenario #jhope scenario #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic