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seokmattchuus · 2 years

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Sober - Optional Bias

A/n: I don’t know what this is but like, here you go. Not sure if I proofread this well enough, I be stressed out.

You had a love-hate relationship with drinking. You usually only did it when you were stressed, but you hated how you could never shut the fuck up once you started rambling.

“Please~ I wanna stay~~” You whined over the music as you held onto his arm, your eyes trying their best to muster a pleading look.

“Y/n, you really don’t need any more drinks.” He sighed, taking your arms in his as he tried to pull you with him.

“Why not~” You pouted up at him, batting your lashes in an attempt to get him to change his mind.

“Because I’m in charge of you and if you have one more drink, guess whose problem you’re going to be?” He smiled sweetly at you, a direct contradiction to the words he just said.

But the look in his eyes had you complying. How could you say ‘no’ when he smiled at you like that.

“And what do I get if I agree?” You challenged, still pouting, but you weren’t really that upset. As long as you left together, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.

“I’ll buy you hangover soup in the morning. Just the way you like it.” He laughed lightly as your eyes lit up at the mention of food. "Now, c'mon," He paused as he fixed his hold on you to keep you up. "Let's get you in the car."

The drive home had you wishing you hadn't had more than five drinks. Was the road always this bumpy? Were there always this many turns?

"Slow down," You whined, a small gag following the statement.

"We're not even in the car." He laughed lightly. "You fell asleep after a while and when we got here, you wouldn't wake up, so I carried you to your bed."

Through your drunken haze, you didn't believe him. Your arms reached out, patting around you and feeling the softness of your blankets.

"If you're feeling dizzy, though, you're probably gonna puke." He pointed out. "Would you like the restroom, or a trash can?"

"I'm not gonna puke." You mumbled a protest. "I just wanna sleep."

"And if you puke in your sleep?" He raised a brow.

"I'm not~" You whined. "If I was gonna puke, I wouldn't feel so cold." You stated matter-of-factly.

"Fine." He reluctantly gave in. "But you need to let me know if you feel like throwing up, okay?" He said softly. "I'll be in the living room, just call out."

"Or you could stay here, just in case I can't call out in time." Your voice was low, your previous sleepiness coming back.

“Yeah, yeah,” He smiled down at you as he tucked you in. "We both know you're just too lazy." He shook his head as he shifted back, but your arm came out to grab at his before he could get up.

“I meant it,” You mumbled, your voice soft. “Stay.” You tugged him towards you, the scent of his cologne making you want nothing more than to snuggle into him.

You meant it more than him being on simple puke-watch. It was the first time he'd stayed over in a while, and you wanted to make the best of it. Even if it meant pretending you couldn't remember it that well tomorrow.

He didn't pull away and you took the chance to pull him down next to you, your arms sneaking around his waist in the way you always wanted to.

His fists clenched at his side as your arms wrapped around him. Why were you making this so hard for him? Why couldn’t you just go to sleep?

“At least stay until I fall asleep.” You pouted, realizing you were probably making him uncomfortable.

It took everything in him to not say what he really wanted to. How he'd stay all night if it meant he got to wake up with your head on his chest. Instead, he placed a hand in your hair, slightly scratching it, and giving you a small 'hm' in agreement.

To him, you would never see him the way he saw you. You would never say this if you weren’t drunk. He’d be taking advantage if he stayed but he didn’t have the heart to tell you ‘no’.

And to you, he would never see you the way you saw him. Your petty excuses to spend time with him were running out. He'd see through it eventually, but you really couldn't help it.

“I’ll stay on the couch after you fall asleep, okay?” He was lying and he knew it. In the morning, he'd pretend he had fallen asleep while waiting.

His voice calmed you as he finally settled into your hold, his free arm wrapping around you in hopes of locking the memory in.

The way your hands laid on his chest made you feel at home. Be it your drunken self getting cozy or the way he actually felt comfortable, you hummed to yourself in delight.

And he couldn't be happier with you wanting him to stay. How your fist closed lightly, trapping his shirt in your hold. He felt brave enough to pull you closer, his head leaning down to place itself on top of yours.

Maybe it wasn’t how you wanted it to happen, and maybe he'd never speak up, but he felt more comfortable with the thought of doing so as you snuggled into him. He closed his eyes, a single thought repeating in his head to tell himself he wasn't going crazy.

Drunk words are sober thoughts.

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littlesunnypepper · 2 years

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Rooted🥀

contains: hanahaki < a disease that makes one cough up flower petals when they suffer from unrequited love >

+ blood and mention/s of death

word count: nonexistent

a/n: this had been in my drafts for so long, finally it had seen the light of day! this was actually my first written work but it's only lately i finally decided on a muse. my second fanfic, at last. not requested, totally self-indulgent. masterlist on the works.

You stared at the mint colored petal wrapped in scarlet. You were stupid. Still am stupid. But how do you stop?

It was pretty cliche how you fell for him. He was your protector, your sunlight, and your shoulder to cry on. You were bestfriends for as long as you could remember and it didn't even sink in to you that you started developing more than friendly feelings for him.

Until one day you started coughing up petals.

You had initially denied it was him, so afraid to cross the invisible line of friendship and romance. But every petal you held in your hands were this beautiful pale mint color, his favorite color ever since you were kids. It was even more stupid to deny it for longer.

In passing, you had heard about this disease. You had felt pity for the others who were not so lucky to have their love reciprocated. You had brushed it off, laughed it off, proclaiming you won't be as stupid as to fall for someone who won't love you back. What happened to that confident woman now? Is she still laughing?

Maybe. But now she's laughing at you.

You mentally slapped yourself from your reverie. You flushed the mint colored petals and hoped for your predicament to get better. Maybe it won't but what else do you have to lose?

Besides, today is special. He had asked to meet today. He wanted to show off this quaint coffee shop he found and you couldn't refuse his invitation. More like, he wouldn't let you. He kept begging you for days, looking at you with those puppy eyes of his so how could you say no.

He was already waiting for you once you got to your meeting place. He was fidgeting as he always did when he was nervous. It sent a flurry of butterflies in your stomach, thinking that he may be nervous meeting you. A spark of hope lit up in you. Maybe. Just maybe...this disease would end as soon as it came.

"Hey. You came! I thought you'd ditch at the last minute." He said while flashing that smile of his which made his eyes crinkle and his dimple to show. It was enough for you to rush to the nearest bathroom and throw up the petals you had held in the moment you saw him.

His face was etched with concern as soon as you returned. He knew something was off and even the smile you gave him wasn't enough for him to let that slip.

"You know, let's do this some other time. You don't look too good. You look really sick. You should've told me earlier."

"Don't overreact. I'm fine." You lied through your teeth. "Besides, you were basically on your knees, begging to go out today."

"We can reschedule. It's fine."

And so he had his way and he started to walk you home, arm slung comfortably on your shoulder. It made you ache inside as you fought the flowers to not resurface at this moment.

"I'm sorry for spoiling today." You whispered, afraid to speak any louder in case the petals sneak and show themselves.

"It's okay. She'll understand."

"She?" You asked as you looked up at him, looking guilty like he let a big secret out.

"Uhh... Yeah. I'm actually seeing someone." He said, a blush steadily creeping in his cheeks. It made the ache you were feeling a little bit stronger as you saw that tinge of color. He was blushing. "She's important to me and I wanted you to meet her 'cause you know, you're my bestfriend."

God. How could you be so cruel.

The coughing bouts you had became uncontrollable then. Petal upon petal flew from your mouth, each coated with blood. You barely flashed a look at him but it was enough for you to see the different emotions that passed through his face.

"Who?" He whispered as he crouched beside you, all the while patting your back.

"Who else?"

"Me? Why? When?" He stood up now and he brushed his hair in frustration. He knew the repercussions of your disease. "Why? We..."

"We're bestfriends. I know. You've made that clear the first time."

"I'm sorry..." He stepped forward to hug you but this time you stepped back. You had never avoided his physical affection and now that you did, it confused him for a moment before understanding your actions. "Is there nothing I can do?"

"I never would've gotten this disease had you done the first thing you should've."

"No... No. I-I do love you. It's just..."

"Not the same. I know. I realize that." You placed a hand on your chest, hoping it would quell that incoming cough again. "I knew the consequences of my emotions. It isn't for you to bear. Just go. Please. Go."

"But..."

"GO."

You saw his back slowly turning on you. You saw him taking slow, cautious steps away from you. You felt even emptier as he left you alone. It was the right thing to do and yet the pain in your chest persisted and grew.

You didn't resist it now. The blood-stained petals came and they would eventually grow and take root until you draw your last breath.

(&)

#astro scenarios #astro angst #jinjin angst #jinjin scenario #jinjin imagine #jinjin x reader

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mykoreanlove · 29 days

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afraid of love

Exhausted from the intensity of the night before, you sank into the comforting embrace of your fluffy bed. But even in the tranquility of your room, your mind raced with memories of Eun Woo.

Did he make it so Seoul already?

Images of last night flooded your consciousness like a vivid, intoxicating dream.

Heated kisses on every inch of your body ignited a fire within you, each touch sending shivers down your spine and leaving you breathless with desire. Eun Woo's lips, soft and insistent, traced a path of passion across your skin.

His dark, brown eyes seemed to peer into the depths of your soul, stripping away all pretense and laying bare the raw, unfiltered emotions that lay hidden within. In those moments, it felt as though you were the only two people in the world, lost in a shared intimacy that transcended words.

Your bodies intertwined for hours, moving together in a dance of ecstasy and longing. Every touch was a symphony of pleasure that left you both gasping for breath.

Dirty promises were whispered into your ear, each word sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. In the darkness of the night, with only the sound of your ragged breaths to fill the silence, you reveled in the shared intimacy of your whispered confessions, each promise a testament to the passion that burned between you.

As the night wore on, you both became a canvas for each other's desires, covering each other in colorful marks that served as a physical reminder of the passion that had ignited between you.

And as sleep finally claimed you both, you drifted off in his strong embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful slumber. In that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that you had found something special, a connection that transcended the physical and reached deep into the depths of your soul.

Adrenaline flooded your system as you thought off all the things you did last night.

Or three nights prior to that. You matched on a random Sunday, after being abstinent from dating for a long time. Eun Woo was in town only for a couple of days for a video shoot but that didn’t stop him from having a good time.

He had been single for years after having his heart shattered by his first love. Ever since, he toyed with women as he pleased.

The first date was spent in his apartment, eating, and talking, cuddling, and fucking.

He was a passionate lover, even though he was starving for love and affection. The second date was a spontaneous invitation late at night, after all his mandatory meetings had been dealt with.

You repeated the first date’s actions but this time it felt more familiar, already knowing what you liked and needed. Eun Woo gave you his all, adoring you in every way he could.

Until he had to leave.

You remembered the sound of his alarm clock this morning, way too early and too sudden. He shifted in his sleep, groaning as he did not want to leave you.

Kisses on your neck were accompanied by his fingers entering you, sighing in appreciation. “God, you feel so fucking good, y/n.”

Minutes after he was gone, catching his plane back to Seoul. You put your fingers on your lips, looking for the traces he had left. The sudden vibration of your phone brought you back into the present moment.

I landed. Tired as fuck though. How are you?

Missing you.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up – after all he didn’t even live in the same country. This was nothing but a repeated one-night stand, right? You thought back to the conversation you had before falling asleep.

“Do you think there is a future for us?”

He caught you off guard with this question, making you panic to find the right words.

“That depends on how well you treat me, Eun Woo”, you mocked jokingly.

He broke into laughter, loving your sassy side.

“I will love the ground you walk on, my queen. How about that?”

You joined in on his laughter and turned to face him, staring into his beautiful eyes.

“Do you mean it?”

He nodded.

Did you really mean it, though?

Oh, good! Seoul has you back then 😉 Lying in bed and cuddling my plushie since you’re gone…

Did that sound stupid?

Your insecurities churned within you, suddenly you were hyper-aware of everything you said and did.

Haha

That’s it?

You felt sick to your stomach as you took that as confirmation. After all, you were right about him. He only used you for some fun during his trip. And now he’s back in his real life, in which you had no place in.

This was nothing but fun to him. Nothing but a repeated one-night stand.

Brrrr.

Brrrrr.

What the fuck?

Barely awake you searched for your phone on your nightstand.

3:33 AM.

Who the fuck texts me at this hour?

You were instantly awake as you realized who it was.

Eun Woo.

I have no idea if you’re awake. You’re probably asleep. And I shouldn’t blow up your phone. But I can’t help myself.

Anxiety formed in your stomach.

What was that supposed to mean?

Are you okay?

It took him seconds to answer.

You’re awake? Did I wake you? I’m sorry.

You sat up in bed, anxiously typing your reply.

It’s alright. Why are you up? Everything okay?

You saw him type his reply for minutes, driving you crazy in your heightened state.

No. Nothing is okay. I can’t stop thinking about you.

You swore your heart skipped a beat.

Did I read that right?

I can’t stop thinking about you and it drives me crazy.

You gasped, trying to think of a reply.

You make it sound like it’s a bad thing…

Countless messages followed.

It is. Because you are not here with me. And I’m not there with you. I… I didn’t want to leave you this morning. I wanted to stay. With you, y/n. I really wanted to stay.

You pinched yourself, unsure if this was real.

Ouch.

Definitely real.

I know I sound crazy. Maybe I am. But I have fallen for you. HARD. The last hours I’ve thought about how I can manage to come back to your city. Or how I could persuade you to come visit me in Seoul. I almost popped a blood vessel thinking of ways. What did you do to me?

You chuckled. Relief washed over you, since he felt the same way you did.

I keep replaying last night over and over. How mesmerizing it felt to look into your beautiful eyes. How amazing it felt to kiss you. How mind-blowing it felt to be inside you. Oh god and speaking of blowing. The way your juicy lips wrapped around my cock? I’m losing my mind here, y/n. I’ve jerked off twice and still I couldn’t fall asleep. Or stop thinking about you. I’m a simp now, aren’t I? Look what you turned me into.

You were in shock.

Hours ago, you thought he would abandon you and go on with his life but here he was, confessing his desire for you. Making it obvious that he wants to continue this and get to know you better.

Now is the time to get my hopes up, right?

Do you want me to fly over?

You felt brave asking, believing in your chance at love for once.

Already checking flights, babe.

A broad smile formed on your lips.

I can’t believe this.

He is serious, isn’t he?

I can’t wait to be with you, y/n. I really fucking mean it. And that scares me the most.

You understood him perfectly, especially since the connection between you was so strong. This was nothing like you had ever encountered before. It scared you just as much, but you were willing to try.

Hey, uhm… Wanna be scared together?

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astrobei · 1 year

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something something mike wheeler is so used to being brushed off and ignored by his own family that he learns to make his feelings loud and obnoxious around most people because it’s better to be ignored when you’re being annoying on purpose than to be ignored when you’re being vulnerable on accident. he learns to roll his eyes and be slow to trust and be critical of newcomers because his friends are his people— his most trusted, his tried and true ride or dies, but after you make it into his circle he will die for you. he scowls and he glares and he tries so hard to be somebody he’s not because he thinks things will be easier for him that way, because he’s been bullied his whole life. he’s a little abrasive but he softens around his best friend, who can get him to open up without even saying a word. he likes syrup on his eggs and cheesy pop music. he’s the paladin, he’s a fighter, he’s a source of good. he’s will’s light in the darkness and he finds that same light in will too. he’s surprised every time a parental figure hugs him. he’s seen his best friends die and come back and die again. he spent a year searching for a purpose and he found it in will byers. he feels like nobody needs him, but all he wants is to be needed. to be wanted. he feels like he’s drifting apart from his people, until will reels him in, tethers him, and says hey, remember when you said asking me to be your friend was the best thing you ever did? well being your friend gives me the courage to fight on.

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blowingcookies · 2 months

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moody - cha eunwoo x reader - day 4

'What's wrong?'

Cha eunwoo looked up and sighed.

"Come here."

You were confused because normally your boyfriend was in a better mood. But you did as he asked, crossing the room under his heavy lidded gaze. You stood almost toe to toe with him, with his back to the wall.

"Kiss me."

Again, you were confused because he always initiated your intimate moments. And yet again, you did as you were told. You nervously went up onto your tiptoes, closed your eyes, and your soft lips met his.

Suddenly, you felt one large hand banding around underneath your butt and a second one grabbing your waist, pulling you up.

You opened your eyes, only to find that Eunwoo's eyes were staring at you all along. You saw the outer corners of his eyes crinkle up, and felt the ice melt away from them.

"Much better," he said, smiling.

He nipped at your plump upper then lower lip, and went on kissing you. You wound your arms around his neck, never letting go.

#eunwoo #cha eunwoo x reader #lee dongmin #eunwoo fanfic #cha eunwoo #cha eun woo #kactor #astro #aroha #astro aroha #kpop #kdrama #light angst #moody #one shot

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ryuki-draws · 6 months

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Pseudo-enemies to idiots

#local trains AU #two trains holding hands #more sketches inbetween angst #I just wanted to draw some silly blushing #no cleanup we die like Astro in Cyberverse

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crying-fantasies · 2 months

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Multicolor wedding

They look at you with disgust, at first they seemed kind of angry, now you know your own reality, as every optic looks at you, maybe asking for themselves what happened to lead to this as you stand on your conjunx's open palm.

Or, more exactly, what were you thinking before tying the knot, as humans call it, or saying yes before baring yourself to Blitzwing's spark, because even his decepticons "friends" think you could have done better, no, correct that, way better.

If only they knew that it happened way before everyone believed and, in all honesty, how were you supposed to know that seeing a mech's spark is such an intimate and caring moment between possible lovers for his race, well, he did say a lot of what you assume were bad words when you took his spark back home, but what options did you have left? And when winter was almost unbearable his spark was a good heater, that unusual rhythm that traveled around, how warm it was, and while all the white coats said it was radioactive a little part of you was content with it, hearing Blitzwing's thoughts about vengeance in whispers inside your head had long changed from being a source of insomnia to now be a familiar lullaby.

You missed to sleep against his spark, you missed your almost unwilling roommate when he was back on his body, going about his day, imaging that his wrongdoings during the war weren't that bad to begin with, later on you'll learn those were bad enough to put him in prison for the rest of his life, but apparently what the humans made to him was worse, but he would never tell you so, because he is the strongest there is, or that's what he tells you while other ridicule him on how easy is to trick him, not even caring since Blitzwing seems happy, laughing like a mad man, so this must be normal for them.

"Your stupidity is outstanding"

"Thank you, Astro"

And sometimes you rethink about it, Octane doesn't exactly talk to you, sometimes treating you like a pet and talking like you would with a baby, but Astrotrain tries to make little talk here and there, at least to call you stupid or fleshbag or whatever (it's better than what your family called you), asking yet again if you're sure of what is happening, telling you how he isn't any better but he hasn't gone as low as his former partner before Blitzwing shouts something in cybertronian that has your previous company go back to the center of the room to launch an angry punch directly to the face of your new husband who is still laughing no matter how mad Astro looks, all seem to love to talk shit of one another as it seems, typical decepticon behavior as you've heard from some autobots, but they remind you of way too drunk job colleagues or university classmates airing out the dirty deals and secrets of one of them, you would laugh or uncomfortably nod along to their banter, but they are way too drunk, or overcharged? You don't remember how they refer to it, and the strange suit part dress made of alien fabric doesn't make it easier, it was a cute gesture, coming from your conjunx that just one day before appeared with the fabric like it was a napkin to him.

"For the great day", he had said, leaving you to ponder if cybertronians had a different procedure for the conjunx ritus or had religious beliefs that you didn't heard before, they did because why not, once again you damn sector 7 and G.I.Joe from keeping that data from the public because you're about to marry one and what in hell are you supposed to do with this when you've never seen one of them wear clothes before.

So you only go with an elonian equivalent combination of a groom's suit and a soon to be wife's dress that in reality it's cute, and you like how the fabric looks under the light.

"Expensive fabric for a fleshy, you look like a sparkling's plaything", it's what one seeker tells you before almost collapsing above you, totally wasted as it seems, you think this one is called Skywarp but you aren't sure because there is another one that looks exactly the same, both have said the same and it brings you a happy feeling in all this mess, being relieved that your time around Blitzwing and Astrotrain has taught you how to walk around big as fuck robots without being stomped on and how to go along with it when you get a good handful of titanium flakes from a pocket in the suit and into his mouth almost by force, ready for this kind of behavior thanks to advice given from other cybertronians and their own organic partners.

They are older than you, but look almost of your age.

Skywarp says that it's bitter and his wailing gets to Astrotrain's audials, looking back to reassure himself that nothing happened to you, amazed and shocked how well you go between them, decepticons that in any other occasion would have destroyed you for the fun of it, now asking if you have more titanium to bring other mechs to lucidity while lying around totally overcharged.

An almost threatening rumble takes his attention back to Blitzwing, who is also wasted, like you have called it time and time again in your organic dialect, he is smiling but he can see the position of his wings, up and giving a clear fuck off message before he gets back to you, telling Thundercracker to take his partner away from his fleshie, taking you on his servos as delicately as he can, tugging at your attire with his digits and maybe saying something crass to your ear by how your reaction goes, making him smile like a fragger.

Astrotrain looks around, this is a great fiasco, but is practically the first public conjunx ritus celebration done by decepticons since eons, and while he was pretty much against it he can only go along the whole playing, it's a weird combination from the exchange of gifts and colors, no one here is into spectralism but he is sure those colors mean something, not exactly something good, there are different human symbols of religion around because Blitzwing didn't have any idea if you believed in something and the idea of using an attire is totally human in this case, but you had chosen an elonian widower's suit that had more than one cracking behind your back but had Blitzwing visor glowing, telling how hot you looked on it because the idiot most likely doesn't even know what it implied, nor you but Astro knows it's due to not really knowing about other fleshy cultures.

That son of a glitch should have at least downloaded a basic information package, and you should have escaped while there was still a chance.

In reality, he doesn't know slag about anything, not even about your basic needs most of the time, and Astrotrain has know Blitzwing long enough to be sure that this usual pleasure bot user is just a big slag without a proper brain processor, he just expects that if Blitzwing has a port infection it doesn't pass down on organics like you, because yeah they both were in the same pleasure houses but he always used good firewalls and protection!

Maybe is the high grade working on him, getting wasted seems to be the norm in human weddings as it seems and it's fantastic for him, but it's making him soft, and he doesn't want soft, looking from the side how Blitzwing is kissing you in front of everyone when they told him so between cheers, overcharged enough to almost getting your whole head in his mouth as the public laughs or are purging their tanks, and he wants to tell you his partner isn't a good option, with all the pettiness he can muster, but is more than sure that you know Blitzwing isn't a good conjunx and never will be, that he is just a group of wires without connection that resolves his problems by destroying them (Astrotrain isn't any better, but he can control his impulses, he swears).

So he only takes seat on a table high and sturdy enough to keep his weight, looking how even decepticons, overcharged as fuck, can cheer sincerely from the spark while Blitzwing calls it a night and takes you to another place, Astrotrain knows damn well where and he also knows he has a mass displacement modification because Blitzwing didn't stop to talk about it the whole previous night cycle.

What is infuriating enough is how the little slagger had the audacity to tell to the whole room with a smile: "I won the sweet port , Astro", that had him seeing red because everyone else laughed, you seemed to ponder what that meant because the little shit said it in neocybex, Astrotrain hit his smug face because it was infuriating, not for anything else, putting him on edge as you only look at them like it was normal, and he is mad again.

Not because of you, obviously not, and he'll have to tell Blitzwing that he doesn't care a bit about you once again when he appears the next afternoon saying something among the lines of how nice a honey moon is and how smart was the fleshie that created it while chugging down a whole canister of energon.

"Better than any pleasure drone, I tell you", his wings are up, biolights burning even when he seems exhausted, obvious display of a winner, as if his courting wasn't the most stupid and pathetic thing Astrotrain has ever seen in his existence he could have laughed, feeling that strange thing once again while wondering if this piece of slag at least treated you right, or if he didn't break you, and remember that he shouldn't care about it.

Astrotrain doesn't care, he really doesn't.

#reader insert #x reader #tf mtmte #transformers #transformers x reader #angst #transformers idw #transformers x human reader #angst for Astro #tf astrotrain #tf blitzwing #tf octane

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