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one very underrated form of anti-capitalism is documenting prices for the sake of holding industries accountable and preserving history.
for example, i have been doing a bit of research on video game pricing history and one thing that really surprised me was how little game prices have changed over the years. here's an article I found from the Official Xbox magazine in 2010 talking about how pricing games at $60 is something that needs to be changed.
again, this is from 2010. I was under the impression up until now that AAA games were sold for like $35 back then but apparently not?? and even though this article is discussing upcoming price drops, they're still didn't go much lower than $50 for AAA games and $40 for non-AAA games. (yes i am aware that nintendo games have historically been cheaper but still not by much, at least in terms of home console games and not handheld games).
you can't even argue that games are still more expensive nowadays (some go as high as $70-80 for the base game alone), because adjusting for inflation would mean a $60 game in 2010 would cost $86.28 today. which sounds about right for a AAA these days. and btw finding actual records of how much games used to cost is an absolute pain in the ass because no one thought to properly document these things. once a game reaches the age of a permanent price drop its hard to find its old price. most ads for games don't even include prices, so that consumers wouldn't be turned away from the high cost. marketing techniques have hidden predatory pricing for ages.
document the past. don't let nostalgia blind us from knowing how things really used to be
#sorry that got a bit serious I just found this really interesting#sumi's late night rambles#media preservation#consider this a “how I've been doing for the last while”
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ooo fun!!! :D
3 ships: uhmmm first one is narumitsu cuz I just bought matching pins for them. Second is the two lizards from Love Lizards in Rhythm Heaven cuz they're the cutest ever. Uhmm third is Jackson's parents in mbcd cuz I was thinking about them while listening to music earlier.
first ever ship: uhhhhh that's really hard, my memory is trash. I think the best thing I can remember is the two protagonists from Pokémon Black and White. Like the player characters. Either them or Loreli and Bruno from Pokémon Red/Blue/Yellow.
last song: technically it was Son Al Rey by Juan Luis Guerra, which is a really nice song. But I also did play Rhythm Heaven so I also heard Struck By the Rain
last movie: Despicable Me 3 was playing on TV earlier. Watched about 15 minutes of it
currently reading: didn't start yet, but I bought both volumes of Helvetica Standard today!! Will read them tmr
currently watching: RTGame's Best Of 2022 stream highlights. I've just been watching bits of it over the past few days. If u were asking about shows, then I stopped midway through SpyxFamily months ago and never watched anything else since.
currently consuming: toothpaste (I am brushing my teeth rn)
currently craving: a hug. Idk I'm just in the mood for physical affection. That and maybe some food, like an almond croissant. It's also 11pm so it's probably a horrible time to think about food lol.
Uhhh most mutuals got tagged so ill tag @butterfly-danna , @guy0509 and @maverickbackalley
tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better
thank you @defonotacat for tagging me! <3
3 ships: eruri (the most tragic and sexy ship ever), beabato (perfect male wife and girlboss energy) and satorika/labmdabern (killsbians my beloved)
first ever ship: like first ever ever? clara and prince eric, i loved it when i was 3 years old and i still love it now
last song: sleeping beauty op.66 th13 act 1:6 valse
last movie: christmas carol i think
currently reading: before the coffee gets cold by toshikazu kawaguchi
currently watching: nothing, all my shows ended so it's yt time and watching long analysis about stuff i don't really care about
currently consuming: leftover christmas candy
currently craving: to be hugged maybe hah
tagging: @darling-valentine, @satorikas, @minty-muse, @roseofcards90, @svetlushka, @alaiyoooon, @arocinema, @shiomatsuzaka, @not-quitenormal, i hope you don't mind? uwu
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Story time! The start of this story has a bit of a theme song, because i just always think of this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyGSe7… Sad and awful as it looks, this actually has a majorly happy ending! Major thank you to my friend Sumi-Sprite for collaging this for me! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When Walter is 22, he goes on a very dangerous mission with Lance. While they wait for backup (which Lance is willing to accept most of the time now on account of personal growth), the duo storms a chemical lab, where the "final battle" takes place. I don't have a lot of details worked out, but long story short, they succeed in their mission (with several casualties as a result of what comes next), but fire and blow-outs in the lab lead to a very terrifying situation. The men find themselves in a space with only one oxygen mask for emergencies. Lance forces Walter to wear it, but even after being taught compromise, the latter is very stubborn. As Lance begins to lose consciousness from being stuck inhaling smoke and various chemicals, Walter takes advantage of this. He shoots him in the neck with his own tranquilizer (a familiar scene, no?), and as Lance is passing out, Walter gives him the mask instead. Lance passes out from the tranquilizer, and Walter slowly begins to suffocate until he too, is rendered unconscious. Lance wakes up in the medical bay at the H.T.U.V. Delirious but suddenly remembering the mission, he starts to panic and call out for Walter. Not a few moments later, the younger of them reveals he's in a bed right beside Lance's, groggy with an oxygen mask strapped to his face, an IV in his arm and an EKG hooked up to him, but he's smiling and reaching out for Lance. Lance takes the boy's hand firmly and says "You scared me." Walter answers with "You scared me first...!" He sleepily explains that backup came and rescued them and brought them back to the agency, where they've apparently only been for a short while. In better shape than Walter on account of the latter's sacrifice, Lance gets up and lays beside him, jokingly threatening a "quadruple fire" if he ever does something like that again. Walter very softly smiles and says "I'm not sorry." When Marcy eventually shows up to visit them after hearing the news, she finds them laying there in the bed together and jokingly asks if she's interrupting something. "Nope, just two grown men cuddling after they almost died, nothin' to see here," answers Lance in a similar tone. Marcy informs them that most of their targets were saved and are in custody (some of them being in the hospital), but a few of them died from the fire and chemical blast. Walter is sad to hear it, but accepting of it, and glad that not every life was lost. About an hour or two later, he's stable enough to be off of the oxygen and other attachments. With all the smoke and chemical inhalation, the medical staff advises giving Walter a bronchoscopy to check for potential damage to his lungs. Such a procedure often only requires conscious sedation with a numbing of the nose and throat, but when they get him to the operating room, Walter panics at the thought of being awake while having a scope down his throat; after having nearly suffocated to death just hours ago, the thought of being awake and the fear of suffocating again is too much to bear (even though he would be fine). So instead, they decide to give him a general anesthesia and put him under for the procedure. It's just safer for everyone this way. When it's over and he's beginning to wake from the anesthesia, Walter is wheeled back to his room on the bed, and is happy to see Marcy and Lance waiting for him. But anesthesia is a funny thing, and as he's wheeled in, he's singing the Disclaimer Song in a very loopy fashion. Once settled, he chooses not to finish the song. This conversation ensues: ------- "Lance: You're not gonna finish the song? Walter: *mildly sassy* Ffffhhh, youknooww... I sing...ALLLL the tiiime, anndiiiffinishh all of them, anndd it'ssfuunn, buut... Whyy issitt aalwaayys me...? Why'd's WalterrBeckkett onlyy siing??? YOUU finishth'sonng... Lance: *"well shit" face* Wow, all right then, I'll finish the song. ♫Don't try this at home, if you do, you might--♫ Ey, aren't you gonna sing? Walter: ...Mmm givinng youaheadd starrtt..." ------- He joins in eventually. There is a lot of talking about various things, and lots of Marcy and Lance laughing to themselves at the rambling and singing. Oh yes, more singing. Lots of singing. Lance records some of the rambling, including an entire conversation that begins with Walter casually asking if they'll have to "take his lungs out." After being told no, that he's perfectly fine, he says it would be hard to breathe without lungs, and then regales his company with the thought of the lungs being replaced with balloons. Specifically, the left one would be blue, and the right one would be red. Why? He doesn't know, it's not his call, apparently. At the thought of them popping if he took too deep a breath, a laughing fit on Walter's part ensues. A little while later, this conversation happens: --- "Walter: Whenn I'mmbetterr, 'm gonna drriiveyou'round in the e-tron... Lance: You wanna drive me around? Walter: Yeaaah... Ohh, waait... Imight craash... Lance: Naaahhh, i think it'd be worth the risk. You can drive the car. Walter: Buutt youuloove that carr... Lance: Yeah, well... I love you more. Walter: Hmm..... Whaat...? Lance: *softly* I said I love you, Walter." --- Lance has told him this before, but in his drugged up state, the blatant expression of love swiftly turns the tide of the mood from funny to pitiful. Walter bursts into tears and tells Lance he loves him, too. And Marcy. And Killian, and Joy, and Lovey and Jeff and Crazy Eyes, and Terrance even though he ignores him, and August (OC) and Ramsey (OC [sorta]) and Shannon (OC) and that he thinks it's mean that people nickname Joy "Joyless," all while bawling his poor eyes out. Endeared, Marcy and Lance try to calm him down. But Walter reveals that he hasn't forgotten his conversation with Lance when they first woke up in that room together. He says he's sorry for scaring Lance, that he just didn't want him to die because he "doesn't want to be alone again," but that he understands Lance has the same fear and he just couldn't win. Somewhere in the rambling mess of emotions, he mentions fear of Lance "dying like his mother." Basically, every subconscious or pushed-down negative thought and feeling he's had since the mission comes blubbering out in a heap of drunken tears and sadness. Seeing how very real his distress is, his company is quick to try and ease his mind and offer him comfort. Walter asks if Lance really is going to fire him again, to which Lance says no. He then asks if Lance is mad at him, which earns another "no." Lance says no one is mad at him, that he just needs to close his eyes and try to take a nap. After a few minutes of quietly crying to himself with his eyes closed, Walter comes to a terrifying conclusion... What if he never stops crying?! Of course, Lance almost bursts out laughing, but a death glare from Marcy forces him to keep it to himself, lest he risk further upsetting Walter. It may sound ridiculous, but for someone who's been anesthetized, every feeling is very real. Marcy comforts him, tells him no, he's not going to cry forever. It's not long before the tears slow down. They don't stop, but they slow down. [fun fact: crying is reported in 40% of patients who wake from anesthesia, be it for a presented reason or for no reason at all. Very little is known about why this occurs, though it's suspected that the stress and fear from whatever they had to be put out for manifests itself in that drugged-up state. This is referred to as "the boo-hoos."] But it's late, and Marcy must go home. She and Lance talk off to the side, and the lady gives her man a kiss to remember her by for the evening.~ After Marcy's departure, Lance decides that after everything they've been through and with how upset Walter's been, he will sleep in the bed with him. He reclines him, crawls in, and holds him tight until morning. Walter wakes up around 1 in the morning, mildly confused, but Lance tells him to go back to sleep. Happy that Lance stayed with him and choosing not to question this unexpected all-night cuddling party, he submits without a word. By morning, everything is fine, and the anesthesia has worn off. Before the lad can even put his clothes on, Lance just HAS to show him the video he took of him while he was all loopy. Walter is embarrassed and cringes through it, but also laughs at some parts. It's a happy ending. "Okay but for real, don't ever do that again." "No promises." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------- This movie is something else. Lance, Walter and Killian have all experienced trauma and loss, but in different ways. Walter and Killian are the extremes; one copes with loss through love, wanting desperately to let people in and let others know they aren't alone. Killian has no way to cope, and expresses his pain through hatred and a desperate longing to make the one who hurt him feel what he's felt, and then end it all in his own death. Lance is right in the middle. He has acquaintances, he talks to people, he cares, but he holds everyone at arm's length. He pretends everything is fine, he acts cold and aloof, "too cool" for playing on a team or working with others. But really, it's a fear of letting others in, because life could take it all away again. He still bears a lot of empathy, but also exercises carelessness on criminals. He and Killian are not so different, but with Walter's help, both men learn to open up (we can see Killian's expression for redemption in his final scene in the movie, we know he was a little touched that Walter saved him. Also consider, Killian didn't know Walter survived that fall at the time). So now that they're partners and each have someone in their lives to love -- multiple people now, in fact, it means feeling desperation to keep them close. It means taking a bigger risk, it means work. After everything they've been through, no, Lance is not ashamed to hug and hold and love on his little nerdy white gay son. He's not afraid of intimacy anymore, no matter the form. He'll take what he can get, because tomorrow is never a promise. Would you die for the ones you love...?
#Spies in Disguise#Walter Beckett#Lance Sterling#Marcy Kappel#Unus Annus#kind of#i mean i meme their song all the time#disclaimer song
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His Throne [JJK] | 03 final
Genre: smut, angst, fluff
Word Count: 6,242
Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Jeon Jungkook on his throne.
Parts: 01 | 02 | 03
Other member vers: Hoseok | Yoongi | Namjoon | Taehuyng | Jimin | Seokjin
You shuffled between tables, wiping them clean of the drunken mistakes the village's fustian knights left behind. You were so tired of working at the local inn, but it was the only way you could afford to adequately support yourself.
It'd been two months since you left the palace to find work elsewhere, and not a day's gone by where you haven't thought of Jungkook. Sometimes you wish you could go back. You left behind so much more than the love of your life; you left your friends, your integrity, your home. It was hard on you having to adjust to your new environment, all alone, with no one to support you the way Jungkook always silently did.
But then you think of Jungkook with Jisoo... It just wasn't worth it to you to stay in the palace knowing you came so close to something only to let it slip away without a fight. That constant reminder would tauntingly dangle in front of you every time you made their bed or cooked their breakfast.
You had to leave, for your sake and for his. Without saying a word to anyone, you disappeared from the palace and into the night. You figured there was no point in telling anyone; it's not like Jungkook would've stopped you if you'd said anything anyway. You weren't sure what you were going to do after you left, you just knew you couldn't take anymore of the suffering of watching Jungkook care for someone that wasn't you.
Luckily for you, not long after you arrived at the barren town, the inn's owner was kind enough to give you a job as a maid and server for the pub connected to the inn. She even allowed you to live in one of the inn's old storage rooms. It wasn't much different from the room you stayed in at the palace, so it was comforting in a sense. You could easily cry yourself to sleep on the pile of blankets you called a bed, just like in the palace. It was almost like home.
A month after arriving at the inn, you began to feel very fatigue. You brushed it off as a symptom of overworking yourself at the pub, but what could you do when it was your only source of income? So you continued working until you started feeling nauseous in the early mornings in addition to your weariness. That's when you realized, you were pregnant. You told Sumi, the innkeeper, about your pregnancy because you felt scared and alone. How were you supposed to raise a child on your own? The worst part was your baby would grow up without ever knowing their father.
It was then that Sumi became like a mother to you. She listened to your problems, soothed your aching heart with warm hugs, and loved you like no other. You trusted her more than you've ever trusted anybody before. Not even a month after you met, you felt comfortable enough with her to tell her about your relationship with the crowned prince. You knew she'd keep your secret safe, and it felt liberating to finally be able to tell someone that you loved Jeon Jungkook.
And that he loved you, too.
After you finished cleaning off the tables and sweeping the floor, you grabbed one of the many candles that lit the pub and disappeared behind the bar. It was around midnight, ten minutes past closing, and about time you locked up the entrance of the pub. You searched the shelves under the bar and shuffled around old rags trying to find the key. Usually it hangs on a hook under the countertop, but of course you forgot to put it there after you opened this morning.
Sumi always berated you for your carelessness - you were always misplacing things. You never did that at the palace. Then again, you were mainly in charge of cleaning and cooking, not watching over small dumb keys. The lack of light didn't help. No matter how many candles or lanterns you lit, the pub would never be bright enough for you.
Eventually you noticed the key at the back of the shelf behind a glass mug. You probably shoved it back there on accident after putting a cup back.
As you reached for the key, you heard the door of the pub open and then shut with a loud thud.
Oh, great, you thought. Probably another drunk.
There were too many occasions in which you had to chase out a drunkard - some nice, others not so much. You really hoped it was just someone asking for directions or the innkeeper coming to tell you to hurry up. You mentally prepared yourself to meet the unidentified stranger.
"I'm sorry," you apologized as you stood up, "but we're closed."
The stranger jumped at your voice, his back turned to you. Finally, he turned around and faced you. You immediately recognized his face; he was one of the pub's regulars.
He greeted you with a smile. "Uh, hi."
By his steady voice and somewhat calm composure, you assumed he wasn't drunk. He looked like he was around your age, maybe a couple of years older. His hair was dark brown and laid flat against his forehead.
He scratched the back of his head and knitted his brows together as he took a step towards you. "I don't know if you remember me, but I was here earlier today..."
"Yeah," you said. "I remember."
The sheepish grin he bared widened. "Well, my name's Hoseok, and I was - uh - I wanted to ask you this earlier but timing wasn't right. You were so busy getting people their orders and stuff. I didn't wanna bother you. Actually I've been wanting to ask this for a long time now, but I figured it'd be weird since we don't know each other. But then I was like how else am I supposed to get to know you if I don't ask you and talk to you? Anyway, I was kinda wondering if... you'd wanna go out sometime?"
You couldn't help but smile and let out a small chuckle. He came all this way, this late at night, to ask you out. His rambling gave away his nervousness which you found cute.
That thought suddenly left you as it sunk in just what he was asking. It'd only been two months since you left the palace. You weren't sure if you were ready to start seeing other people. You wanted to move on because you were so tired of crying over a married man that you'd probably never see again, but wasn't two months too soon?
When you didn't say anything, Hoseok cleared his throat. "We could just get something to eat? Doesn't have to be anything serious." He tried to convince you to say yes.
"I don't know..." you responded.
"Just one date." Hoseok motioned the number one with his pointer finger and took another step closer to you. "And then if you don't think we could be anything serious, we can just be friends."
Would this be a good idea? You asked yourself. You knew you'd never get over Jungkook if you just stayed at the inn and worked, but you didn't want to go out with this guy just to help yourself get over someone. Hoseok didn't deserve that.
"I'm sorry, I don't think..." your voice trailed off. You wanted to tell him no, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it. He seemed so nice; he was always smiling and laughing when he'd drink with his friends at the pub. He had a cute smile that was hard to forget.
If it weren't for Jungkook, you probably would've said okay without a second thought.
Hoseok's smile faltered slightly, and you immediately felt bad and wanted to take back your rejection.
"Well, it was worth a shot," his smile was back, only not as bright as before. "If you ever change your mind, just let me know."
Hoseok turned around to leave.
Would one date really be that bad? He did say it'd be enough. Who knows, I might actually have fun. You debated with yourself some more, still unsure if you wanted to go or not.
You thought about Jungkook again. He would have wanted you to go. He would want you to move on and be happy. You could hear his voice in the back of your mind, and you could see his heart-shaped smile, the one you loved so much, form as he'd say, "Come on, Princess, this guy could be your new prince." You could hear him telling you it wasn't like you to be so hesitant.
As Hoseok neared the door, you senselessly called out to him, "Wait!"
With his hand on the doorknob, Hoseok turned around to look at you. You didn't know what you wanted to say, but you knew you didn't want him to leave.
Stepping out from behind the bar, you tentatively walked towards him. Your hands were balled into fists by your sides, you clenched and unclenched them, nervously. "Uh, I change my mind. I'll take you up on that offer." You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, hoping you weren't going to regret this decision.
That familiar smile was back again, and Hoseok's eyes lit up, "Really?"
You smiled gently and nodded your head, "Yeah, but you gotta keep your word. If I just want to be friends then we'll just be friends. Okay?"
Hoseok nodded his head vigorously, causing his hair to fall into his eyes. "Of course! Are you free later today?"
It was Sunday, so you knew the pub would be closed today. Sumi didn't believe in drinking on the day of the lord, so that was the one day out of the week the pub didn't open. "Yeah, I am. The pub will be closed, so I'll be at the inn next door."
"Okay, great!" Hoseok said, his excitement evident in his scrunched eyes and wide smile. "I'll come pick you up around noon." Hoseok gave you one last look before leaving you alone in the dimly lit room.
You really hoped the Jungkook in your head led you to make the right decision.
After you locked the pub up last night, you made your way to the inn where you found Sumi, warming you up some leftover dinner. You told her about your date with Hoseok and how you'd be gone - you assumed - for most of the day.
Sumi was elated to hear you were trying to move on, but the motherly part of her was still worried you were forcing yourself too soon. She kept reminding you that you weren't obligated to go on this date and that you could leave in the middle of it if you felt like you needed to. You wanted to be annoyed by her nagging, but all you could do was appreciate her concerns.
Once Sumi was finished nagging you, she began to ask you what Hoseok was like since she had no idea who he was. There was only so much you could say since you didn't really know Hoseok either, but you did know he had the sweetest smile. Of course, it was nothing compared to Jungkook's, but it did make your heart flutter just the tiniest bit. You told Sumi he was a brown eyed cutie with soft features that reminded you of a puppy dog.
The more Sumi talked about the date, the more excited and anxious you became for it. You've never been on a date before - never went through the process of picking out an outfit, anticipating what you're gonna do on the date, or wondered if this could be the guy. So, your nerves were kicking into high gear as the date neared.
It was almost noon, about an hour till, and you were all ready for your date. You did your hair and wore your nicest dress; it was Sumi's dress when she was younger, and she was nice enough to give it to you since you didn't have any clothes other than the ones you wore on your back the day you two met.
As you stood in the inn's kitchen, you kept having to drink water to calm yourself. You were getting so anxious.
What if he's the one? The one that'll take your breath away even more than Jungkook ever could. The one you can actually grow old with. The one that'll make you forget Jungkook. Although you found that highly unlikely, you couldn't help but wonder.
What if he isn't the one? What if he just makes you miss Jungkook even more? You've never loved anyone like you loved Jungkook.
Your thoughts were boundless and slightly irrational for just one date, but having to bounce back from a love that meant the world to you was scary. You didn't know what was scarier, the thought of never finding love again or actually moving on from the one who taught you how to love.
You were in the middle of downing your fourth glass of water, pondering if it was too late to cancel the date, when Sumi walked into the kitchen. She eyed you, admiring how beautiful you looked in her old dress. It reminded her of when she was young and lively.
Sumi smiled gently as she said, "Hoseok's here!"
"What?" You almost choked on your water. "But the date's not for another hour, I'm not prepared!" You thought back to what Hoseok said and remembered he told you around noon, not at noon. You stood next to the island in the middle of the kitchen and placed your glass on it. Your grip on the cup was tight as you looked to Sumi. Nervousness settled into the creases of your furrowed brows.
Sumi chuckled. "I found him standing in front of the inn, he asked about you. He really did look like a puppy - a lost one."
"What'd he say?" You inquired.
"Just asked if I knew ya, and I told him I did and to wait in the check-in area. You can still cancel, you know?"
You knew that, but it'd be rude to have him come all this way only to cancel last minute, right? No, it wouldn't be rude, but it wouldn't feel right. It's just one date. Just two people hanging out, getting something to eat. It's not like he was expecting you to fall in love with him today.
"No, it's fine. I'm dressed. I'll go." You released your grip on the cup and inhaled deeply. You gave Sumi a smile and thanked her for notifying you that Hoseok was here.
He's not gonna propose for goodness sake, stop being so nervous, you told yourself.
You gathered your courage and made your way to the inn's lobby where you saw him sitting on one of the couches, his back turned to you.
"Hey, sorry I made you wait," you released a shaky chuckle. "I wasn't expecting you to be so early."
When he stood up and looked at you, your heart dropped. Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat because that wasn't Hoseok waiting for you. "Jungkook?"
He looked tired and worn out, but his eyes lit up the second they met yours. Your name dripped from his lips like honey, all sweet and loving, as he took a step towards you. "I've been looking everywhere for you." Jungkook smiled, and it made your heart flip.
Jungkook wore the clothes of royalty, but they were slightly tattered and dirtied - evidence of his quest to find you.
Seeing Jungkook brought back all these painful feelings and made nostalgia bubble in your stomach. It took everything in you not to reach out and touch him or hold him, tell him how much you've missed him, how much you still love him. You didn't need him here to make you lose your will to move on.
The fact that Jungkook was here was surreal. You'd always fantasized about him coming to find you, but you never expected it to actually happen.
"What are you doing here?" You asked as you took a step back. Your heart was racing and your palms sweaty. You flattened them on your sides to rid them of the claminess.
You always thought if you saw Jungkook again, you'd run straight into his arms and never let go. But now that he's really here, your legs felt like lead, heavy and immobile. There was an anchor in the pit of your stomach keeping you from embracing the love of your life. You were paralyzed to your very core.
The tone in your voice made the sparkle in Jungkook's eyes die out, and his smile disappeared without a trace. "I came to see you."
The weak part of you melted at his words, but you quickly regained your composure. He's married, you reminded yourself. "Does Jisoo know you're here?"
You were so conflicted with your feelings. You wanted to be happy he was here for God knows what reason, but the practical - and slightly cynical - side of you kept screaming for you to disregard your feelings because if you don't and succumb to them, then you'll be left vulnerable and susceptible to being hurt again. Seeing him brought forth a rush of feelings that you've been trying to lock up for months now. The gates have opened, the dam broken, and your feelings were like a unyielding flood trying to drown you.
"No," Jungkook sighed. He dropped his head and stared at his feet. Jungkook thought you'd be overjoyed to see him. Then again, he did show up out of the blue with no warning whatsoever. He never stopped to consider for even a second that you wouldn't want to see him. "I... ended things with her."
Jungkook lifted his head and searched your eyes, looking for some kind of reaction.
Your mouth fell open in shock. You wondered for a second if you heard him correctly. Did Jungkook really just say he "ended things" with the princess of a neighboring country? "Ended things" with his wife.
"What are you talking about?" You questioned. "Nothing's as simple as ending things, Jungkook... Are you saying you got divorced?"
"Not exactly," he responded. "I told the king about us..."
As soon as Jungkook muttered those words, it felt as if the ground that was keeping you steady suddenly crumbled from beneath you, and you were falling. The rush of adrenaline that consumed your every nerve wasn't exhilarating in the slightest, it made your hairs stand on end and your heart clench.
"Jungkook," you whispered. "You didn't."
What exactly did he tell the king? "Hey I've been screwing one of the maids for the past couple of years." That's the only way you could have imagined the scene to go down.
"I told him I love you," he continued. "Told him I can't be with Jisoo, and that I want to marry you."
Before you could even digest the fact that Jungkook just said he wanted to marry you, he continued.
"He told me to never bring divorce or you up ever again, especially not in front of Jisoo, or he'd disown me. He said that this was the path chosen for me since birth, and that he's given me everything I've ever wanted, and I didn't deserve to ask for more."
You couldn't help but agree with what the king was saying. This was the path chosen for him. He's a prince for goodness sake. It's his duty to help bring our country and neighboring countries together in any way possible. Even if that meant marrying somebody he doesn't love because someday he's going to be king, and he needs to learn how to sacrifice his happiness for the sake of this country.
Besides, what did he think he'd get out of telling the king? Did he really think that just because he says he wants to marry you that his parents would allow him to sever ties with Jisoo so soon after their marriage? For a maid no less? Even if they were okay with him divorcing Jisoo, they wouldn't let him do it to be with a maid. Perhaps someone of royalty, but never a maid.
That thought saddened you, but this was your reality.
"So I left," Jungkook's husky voice pulled you out of your reverie.
"You should go back," you found yourself whispering in a soft voice. He can't just leave the palace as if there won't be any consequences. How typical of a prince to assume he can do whatever he wants. "Jungkook, this isn't right. You were born to be king. You deserve a lavish lifestyle in the palace where you belong. You wouldn't survive a day in a commoners shoes."
What would happen to Jisoo? How would this affect our country's relationship with hers? Who will be king now? So many questions ran through your mind as you wondered what would happen if Jungkook did stay. Of course, Jungkook's younger brother could always take the throne, but he was considerably younger than Jungkook. He was only sixteen years old. It'd be a long time before he could become king.
Jungkook walked towards you, his face hard. "No amount of riches could keep me away from you. I deserve to choose how I live my life, and I choose to live it with you."
"Jungkook..." It's not like you genuinely wanted him to go back, but you knew what was right, and him staying with you wasn't. He has a duty to uphold.
"If I can't be with you, then I don't want to be with anyone." He hesitantly reached up before slowly cupping your face in his large hands. They were warm and felt like home. He was thankful you didn't withdraw from his touch like he thought you would. He knew how much he's hurt you, and he was so worried the damage was irreversible.
"But you don't get to choose." You looked into Jungkook's pleading eyes, they were dark and solemn. You never would have thought you'd have to reject Jungkook, but here you were, saying no to a man practically begging you take him. Oh, how you wanted to take him.
You reached up and engulfed Jungkook's hands in yours. You gave them a light squeeze before removing them from your face, watching as his face fell with despair. You took two step backwards, bringing some distance between you two. It made it so much easier to reject him when you couldn't feel his warmth and imagine yourself wrapped up in his arms. Tears brimmed your eyes, but you smiled at him.
"Y/N," his voice trembled.
"Go back, Jungkook. Go back to where you belong, and live the life that you should. You could be happy with Jisoo if you tried."
"I left everything for you." Jungkook huffed. "Do you really think they'd take me back after what I did to be with you? I walked out on the royal family; no one even knows where I am, Y/N. They've probably disowned me already."
You considered Jungkook's words for a second. No way they'd disown him that easily. Surely they'd take him back. At least that's what you hoped.
You opened your mouth to assure Jungkook they'd accept him without hesitation, but he cut you off.
"I won't go back." His voice was firm. Jungkook took a step towards you, closing the space you'd just created. "I love you, and I know you love me, too."
Everything around you stood still. This was the first time Jungkook's ever directly told you he loves you. He's said he loved you, he's said he told his father he loves you, but he's never told you face to face, out loud, "I love you." It nearly broke your entire resolve to send Jungkook back. You were too taken aback to retaliate, so Jungkook continued without giving you a second to completely compose yourself.
"You don't want me to go back, and you know it. Don't give me some bullshit lie that being a prince is what I deserve, and the palace is where I belong. We both know that's not true; I belong with you wherever that may be.
"We could be happy together. I don't care about this country, I don't care about money, and I sure as hell don't care about Jisoo or what the king and queen think. I love you Y/N, and I want to be with you. I want to live with you and wake up to you every morning and go to sleep to you every night. I want to get married and have kids with you. I'll work day in and day out to give you everything you deserve. Stop putting me before yourself because you deserve to be happy, too, and I know that you'd be happy with me."
I want to have kids with you. You immediately thought about the child you were carrying. If Jungkook stayed, your child wouldn't be fatherless, and you could actually tell Jungkook that he's going to have a kid. Of course you wanted to live with him, raise your kid with him, and you had no doubt in your mind that you'd be happy with Jungkook. The thought was so deliciously tempting that the more you entertained it, the more your resolve seemed to dissipate.
You imagined Jungkook as a dad, taking care of your little baby and playing with them. You pictured yourself growing old with him and watching as that child turned into an adult and started to love like you and Jungkook did.
Instinctively, your hand rested on your belly. The tears that were welling in your eyes earlier finally spilled over. A soft sob fell past your parted lips. You bit your bottom lip to keep it from trembling and allowing more whimpers to escape. You looked down at your small baby bump. You gripped your dress and let the cloth bunch up in your clenched hand.
Would it be wrong of you to change your mind and ask him to stay? You wanted that - you wanted that happy ending, and by God did you deserve it. Jungkook was right, you deserve to be happy. You were hardly ever selfish or voiced your wants and needs. Would it really be so bad for you to let yourself have this one thing even if it meant getting in the way of Jungkook's life?
Suddenly, you found yourself searching for reasons for him to stay. He wanted to be with you. You didn't force him to come find you or leave his family behind. He did that all on his own. Who are you to say no to that? You should be grateful and accept him with open arms.
"What?" Jungkook asked when he noticed your tears and your hand on your stomach. He wondered for a second if you were in physical pain. Concern laced his words as he asked you again, "What's wrong?"
"I'm," you choked out, "I'm pregnant."
A second or two passed and suddenly you were in Jungkook's arms. He held you tight against himself. You could hear his heart hammering inside his chest. Jungkook rested his chin on your head, trying to find the right words to say.
He was so caught off guard. He didn't want to insult you, but he had to ask. "Is it m-"
"Yes it's yours, you idiot." You answered without him having to finish his question. Your tears stained his shirt as you buried your face further into his chest.
Jungkook thought about the last time you two had sex. You must have been at least two months along. He immediately felt bad thinking about how scared you must have been when you found out all alone. He was a little bitter because he knew, if he'd never came to see you, he would have never known about his own child. But that wasn't important at the moment. What was important was you were so obviously shaken, and all he wanted to do was console you.
"I can't go now, Y/N," Jungkook lifted his chin from your head and leaned back so he could look you in your eyes. His thumbs wiped away the tears streaming down your face. You stared into his brown eyes, they were soft and inviting. "You need me as much as I need you. I can help you raise the baby. You don't have to do this alone. Jungkook can be king, Jisoo can find some other prince from some other country, but you'll never find another man that will love this baby as much as I would."
With each passing word, Jungkook continued to tear your resolve to shreds. There was hardly any piece of you left that was convinced he should go back to the palace. You were overcome with a sudden desire to keep Jungkook all to yourself. Screw what was right.
"But-"
"Sh," Jungkook silenced you. "No ‘buts'. I've let you go once, and I'm not doing it again."
Jungkook leaned down and kissed you. It was a soft affectionate kiss filled with love, there was no urgency to it. You simply melted into him, and that was it. There was no turning back; he'd won you over. As Jungkook deepened the kiss, he pulled you close into a loose hug. His hands rested on your waist, intimately. You snaked your arms around his neck and clasped your hands together.
Your heart was pounding loud and clear, and you were sure Jungkook could hear it, too. After what felt like an eternity, you broke the kiss, your eyes still closed.
It still hadn't quite registered that you and Jungkook are finally going to get your happy ending. You knew there were going to bumps and obstacles along the way, and you might have to fight to stay together, but you knew it would be worth it in the long run. Finally, all the suffering would come to an end because Jungkook was yours.
"I love you," you whispered.
"I love you, too."
"And then what happened Mommy?" Your daughter, Nayeon, asked. You sat perched on a rickety old rocking chair Jungkook tried to make for you not long before Nayeon was born. She was seated at your feet, her legs crisscrossed, her chin resting on her clasped hands, and her eyes gleaming.
You'd just finished telling Nayeon the story of how you and Jungkook got together and how Jungkook so bravely left his home and family to be with you. You weren't afraid to mention he was the prince because you knew if Nayeon mentioned it to any other kid, they'd think it was a simple story.
In fact, your story had spread throughout the country. You were the protagonist of the great love that overcame societal differences. Your story inspired young women everywhere and helped them realize that, if meant to be, love was boundless and could overcome anything.
You picked Nayeon up and placed her on your lap, and her arms naturally wrapped tightly around your shoulders. "And then you came along," you booped her cute button nose.
"So if daddy was a prince and soon to be king, does that make me a princess?" She inquired, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Every six year old dreams of being a princess, but in Nayeon's case, she was one.
You chuckled as you said, "I guess it does."
The grin on Nayeon's face only grew wider; she couldn't wait to boast to her friends that she was a real life princess.
You pushed a strand of her long dark hair out of her eyes. They reminded you so much of Jungkook's, slanted towards the end but bright and wide with wonder and so full of curiosity. She was compassionate and understanding, very intelligent, too. She took so much after her dad. Although Jungkook likes to argue she took all those traits from you.
"Then does that mean the baby inside you will be a princess, too?"
"Who knows?" You smiled. "Maybe they'll be a prince."
Jungkook was the first one to suggest having another kid. He loved Nayeon so much he wanted another child to cherish and shower with love. At first you were against the idea because even though you weren't poor, you weren't exactly the most well off family. Having another child would put a strain on money, but Jungkook was so good with kids, and he vowed to work hard enough and make enough money to raise a second child without worry. So of course you couldn't say no to him. Once Jungkook is determined to do something there's no stopping him.
Your daughter placed a small hand on your round belly and jumped when the baby kicked. She giggled endlessly, and it was music to your ears. You gave her a tight squeeze and proceeded to smother her in kisses and tell her how much you love her.
Eventually, she asked you to continue with the story, so you did.
The world continued to turn after you and Jungkook decided to stay together. Everything really fell into place. It turns out the neighboring country was secretly planning to assassinate the entire royal family with Jisoo as their perpetrator, so she was executed, and the relationship with her country hasn't been the same since. For awhile, we were in war with them, but once Jungkook's younger brother became king, he put an end to it. He realized it was only wasting rations and hurting civilians who were losing loved ones in a stalemate war. If it weren't for the war, however, you were positive the royal family would've sought out Jungkook and forced him back into the palace to be king.
Jungkook never went back to the palace. You two stayed at the inn for a couple of months. Because you were pregnant, you were too weak to work yourself, so Jungkook took on your shifts at the pub and the inn. With a little help from Sumi, eventually you accumulated enough money to buy your own home and finally get married. It wasn't a big wedding, but it was perfect in your book because Jungkook was the groom, and that's all you've ever dreamed about.
After you moved, you still visited Sumi often, especially since she was Nayeon's godmother, and even started working at the pub again when Nayeon turned three.
"What about the guy you were supposed to go on a date with?" Your daughter cocked her head to the side and pulled her eyebrows together, curious.
The corners of your mouth twitched up slightly. You rocked the chair back and forth and hugged Nayeon to your chest. "We became very good friends."
You thought back to the moment Hoseok walked into the inn's lobby, looking for you, only to find you crying in Jungkook's arms. You were so upset that you forgot all about him and apologized profusely for having to cancel the date and any further offers he'd want to make.
Hoseok was no fool; he easily read the atmosphere and assured you he was okay. He told you he wished he'd gotten there sooner, but timing really just wasn't right for him when it came to you. You remember the chuckle that escaped his lips as you both thought back to his incessant rambling on how he wanted to ask you out sooner.
You always wondered what would have happened if he did.
Suddenly, Jungkook walked through the front door, pulling your attention away from your thoughts. Your daughter perked up, immediately leaving your lap to hug him. She truly was a daddy's girl, even though she claimed to love both of you equally.
"Daddy!" She squealed.
Jungkook effortlessly picked your daughter up and pulled her into to a tight hug. "Hey, Buttercup."
He was dressed in casual work clothes, a white short sleeved shirt tucked into his pants. Ever since Jungkook started working, he's grown more robust, his hands bared calluses from working to support your family, and he genuinely seemed happy. You never thought he'd make it this far.
"Mommy told me I'm a princess!" Nayeon smiled a toothy grin. Jungkook looked to you with a raised eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips.
You shrugged your shoulders and smiled slyly at him.
He turned his attention back to the squirming daughter in his arms. "That you are!"
"I'm daddy's princess, right?" Nayeon asked in a sugary sweet voice. She wrapped her arms around Jungkook's neck and waited for an answer.
"Sorry, Buttercup," Jungkook smiled, setting her down onto the ground. He strode towards you and rested one of his hands on the armrest of the rocking chair and the other on your stomach. His hand caressed you as he smiled thinking about the little baby boy or girl that would soon be entering your lives. He leaned down till his face was merely inches from yours. "But that spot's been reserved for your mom for a long time now."
He kissed you, smiling against your lips. With his eyes closed he pulled away, and when he opened them, he admired you like he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. "I told you you'll always be my princess."
#the series is finally over! I can write something else now~#bts#bts smut#bts fluff#bts angst#jungkook smut#jungkook angst#jungkook fluff#jeongguk smut#jeongguk fluff#jeongguk angst#jeon jeongguk#jeon jungkook#bts jungkook#bts jeongguk#bts scenario#jeongguk scenarios#jungkook scenarios#bts prince au#prince jungkook
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does anyone else get that horrible feeling inside when you meet someone who's so naturally good at everything you've ever worked hard and failed to achieve and they're so nonchalant about it cuz its so easy to them and you feel like an absolute loser amateur even if you've spent years trying to improve and struggled so hard to get to the mediocre place that you're at now. bonus points if they also have similar interest so you look like an idiot for ''copying them".
we need a word for this very specific emotion
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calling it now. placing my shitpost bets on the table. silksong has a tiny miniscule chance of being released during The Game Awards. if I'm right then you all owe me money
#my reasoning? it didn't get nominated for Most Anticipated Game#don't take this too seriously plz#silksong#hollow knight#the game awards#tga 2023#sumi's late night rambles
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one of my many weaknesses are fake space center apparel designed to look like those NASA shirts. like look at these, theyre so cute
left one is for pokemon ruby/sapphire/emerald, and the right one is for ace attorney: dual destinies. both are from redbubble
#tbh i think my real weakness is in-universe merch#sumi's late night rambles#pokemon#ace attorney#go support the artists that made these!! they're linked above
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genuine misheard lyrics I experienced with this song
#yes I was the one who misheard the lyrics#backstreet boys#please forgive me lol#sumi's late night rambles
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kid!!! wdym!!! you do!!!!
ur energetic and funny and you love things with your whole heart and u like dark chocolate and gum and make silly drawing and love cats and u hit post limit everyday because you love to say whatever's on your mind to the ppl u trust!!!!!!
you're so unique!!! and we love u for that!!!
wish i had a distinctive personality
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me
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today kinda sucked but look at this lil guy I found online
I'm naming him Turt, let him bring joy to your dash
#today was mid#didn't do much cuz I got sick#sumi's late night rambles#debating on buying him#if he's not too expensive
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good news: I can't stop drawing Jackson
bad news: I can't stop drawing Jackson
#I keep sketching his head and. that's it#I need to do body practice toooo#and maybe try another character#sigh#he's fun to draw tho#sumi's late night rambles
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goodnight!!! i was heading to bed anyway. hope u rest well :3
sydney!!! midnight thoughts? :0
also plz go to sleep soon
oh goodness... it's already midnight...
My midnight thoughts mostly consist of the fact that I'm kinda tired, but don't want to go to sleep yet, as that would require: idk brushing my teeth or something
And dude, you should go to bed too, Sumi. It's like 11:30 for you, right? That's the realm of sleepy time.
So, goodnight!
#the eternal game of cat and mouse with the mutuals: telling each other to sleep#sumi's late night rambles
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got an email saying i won a $25 Amazon gift card but since it was my school email I thought maybe it was for filling out a survey cux I've done a few "fill this out for a chance to win a giftcwrd" kinds of survey raffles. but the email looked weird cuz they used a completely different name instead of mine. but the thing that immediately caught my attention was te Amazon logo.
at first glance it looks completely normal, right? it's a bit blurry but otherwise it's fine. but if you view the email in dark theme (which is my default)
its a fake transparent image. they poorly removed the background (you can still see the white borders) and they didn't even bother removing the insides of the letter. whoever did this used an app or smth to edit it for them. thats how I was sure it was fake cuz Amazon is a tech company that would probably have a png of their own logo.
TL;DR: be careful of email scams!! u gotta look carefully. also dark theme is better
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its me!! the most professional unprofessional graphic designer ever
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keep forgetting I'm friends with my boss on discord so I need to like,,, make sure I don't put anything too cursed in my status or he might see it
#he rarely uses discord anyway but sometimes I'll see him online and then suddenly remember he exists#sumi's late night rambles
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