#is like the saddest possible thing i can imagine.

[transientsolution]

the closest arcade removed one of their sound voltex cabinets and one of their groove coaster cabinets, plus they completely removed their project diva and theaterhythm cabinets. it's the end of the FUCKING world

#i know theyre a business and this was inevitable but seeing sound voltex replaced with. like. fucking flappy bird and piano tile games #is like the saddest possible thing i can imagine. #my life is so fucking hard #oh also museca is gone too but i never liked it that much lol #for whatever reason they still have wacca though. not complaining but thats a literal dead game so...

[compassionatereminders]

Like at this point the saddest future I can imagine is dying young. I want to die wrinkled by love and laughter ages from now. I want as many years with current and future loved ones as I can possibly get. I want to continue learning and experiencing and loving and growing as a person and trying to do good things for as many years as I possibly can. Youth is something I'm happy to eventually sacrifice for all of that. The day I'm no longer "young and attractive looking", I just hope I'm wiser and happier. Because THAT'S the goal.

#recovery #kat gets serious #death tw #mortality tw

[vanillanaps]

As I Lay Dying | Bucky Barnes

Request - if i gave you the prompt “death of a relationship” with mr bucket barnes, could you help give me the best angst ever?

A/n - This is the first fic ive been able to write in over a year. There was a lot of writing and deleting but I think I finally got it right 😭 Anon, I hope this was every thing you asked for.

Category - Bucky Barnes x Reader, angst

Warnings - Infidelity, broken hearts, authors first fic in a year, no hard feelings if it’s shitty, not proof read as always.

Word Count - 1.5k

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When you fall in love, the world you once knew changes in a heartbeat. You find this special someone whom you seem to never stop thinking about. This special someone who can make you smile, even in your saddest moments. This someone who you suddenly want to share every single small detail in your life with. This someone who you fall so madly in love with that you can’t even remember life before them, nor do you want to imagine the rest of your life without them. Love is supposed to be full of happiness, laughs, kisses, hugs, and passionate sex. Love is supposed to make you feel like you’ve been doped up on drugs for the last three years. Love is supposed to make you feel whole, not…empty.

And yet, there you were. You hadn’t moved a single muscle since those words came flowing out the love of your life’s mouth. It almost seemed silly. You questioned yourself, wondering how you didn't see it coming. Had you been so blindly in love that you hadn't noticed your boyfriend slowly slipping through the cracks of your fingers, into the hands of another woman.

Your eyes never left him. Even in a moment like this, those stunning blue eyes still had that soft and innocent charm behind them, even though that was everything he was not. They were low and soft, almost as if they were filled with true remorse, but if they were, he wouldn’t be here, leaving you for another woman. He’d be down on his knees, begging you for your forgiveness.

“Y/n,” Bucky called, a softness in his voice as if he was trying not to startle you, “Please, I just need you to say something–anything.”

“When did it start?” You asked, voice completely shot from the lump that had formed in your throat and refused to leave as your tears ran in a continuous stream down your face, “I just don’t understand Bucky, I mean, we were happy, right? We were in love, we were good!”

Bucky cleared his throat as he crossed his fingers together and lowered his head, “It started a few months ago, at Tony’s new years party.”

Your heart dropped, further than it did before, “But–but,” you took a beat, trying to piece the puzzle together. Confusion, sadness, anger, all mixed into one on your face, “......You proposed to me that night..”

He took a deep breath as his leg bounced anxiously up and down, “Y/n, i’ve never told you the truth about Nat and I.”

If it would have been possible, by now, your heart would’ve been sitting in your lap, “What?”

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Four months ago; One hour til New Year’s

The atmosphere was loud and heavy. It was Tony Stark’s annual New Year’s party and it had never failed to thrive, if anything each year the crowd grew. But Bucky didn’t mind. Not when he’s had you on his arm for the last three parties to make them more tolerable.

Currently, Bucky sat at the bar, nursing his glass of bourbon as he watched you mingle. A small smile on his face as he took in your beauty, wondering how he got so lucky to have someone like you as a lover. Truthfully, he’d never imagined finding happiness, not after all that happened with Hydra. He always thought he was too fucked up to love and to be loved and yet, you loved him for every part of him. The good and the bad.

The presence of someone standing besides Bucky pulled him from his thoughts of you, “You seem happy now.” The voice spoke softly.

Bucky kept his eyes on you and nodded, “I am..”

Nat pauses for a moment as she sips her drink before turning her attention towards you as well. She thought about her next words carefully, knowing that what she was about to say, what she was about to do was completely wrong, but she couldn’t help herself, “....Do you think you ever could’ve loved me the way you love her?”

This time it was Bucky that paused, wondering why now of all time would Natasha ask him this, When he was finally happy, in love and carefree, but nonetheless did he answer, “...I tried to, but you didn’t let me.” He answered honestly, turning his attention away from you and towards the redhead in front of him.

She fought the smile that threatened to appear on her face, finally meeting Bucky’s gaze, “Things were different back then Barnes. I was a Widow and you were my Winter Soldier trainer.”

“Times might’ve been different back then, but my feelings were real Nat, regardless.” Bucky admitted.

This wasn’t right, Nat shouldn’t be doing this. You were her best friend, hell she’s the one who introduced you to Bucky. But, if she was being honest with herself, in her whole life, the only good thing she had was Bucky and she couldn’t help but wonder if her time had expired, “And–what about now?”

Time seemed to slow as her heart beated out of her chest as the two started longingly into each other’s eyes. It was wrong, it was wrong beyond all levels, but they just couldn’t help themselves as they quickly slipped out the backdoor of the party.

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His words ricocheted through your brain as he came clean about history with Nat then told you the truth about the New Year's party. You were at a loss of words, confused on how he had thoughts of you being the one, yet slept with another woman minutes after those thoughts were formed. The man you had loved for the last three years had happened to be a complete stranger to you. He had cheated on you and proposed out of pity. Out of sometype of way to make him feel less of an asshole. To let you go through with started to plan your wedding whilst he was screwing your best friend.

As for Nat, you couldn’t believe she could betray you like this. You didn’t understand why she never told you about her and Bucky’s relationship and you sure as hell didn’t understand why she’d set you up with him if she knew deep down, her feelings were still there. That one day she’d want to try again with Bucky. But instead, she drew the sharpest knife on planet earth and drove it right through your heart. At a time like this, Nat was supposed to be the one you called. The person to pick up snacks, drive over to your house and let you cry on her shoulders for hours. Nat was supposed to pick you up when you were down, not the one kicking you to the ground.

You sobbed as everything sunk in. You weren’t sure on what to do, how to feel, but you knew one thing for sure. You never wanted to see their faces again, from this every moment, Bucky Barnes and Natasha Romanoff were dead to you.

“Get out.” You cried, shaking your head as you shot up from the couch, rage coursing through your veins, “You’re such a piece of shit! Three years! Three years of my fucking life down the drain because of you!”

“I’m sorry, Y/n, truly. I am.” Bucky tried, watching you pace the room.

A scoff left your mouth, shaking your head, “Is that supposed to make me feel better? An– I'm sorry Y/n?” You mocked him, “You know what, no, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the fact that I thought you could love someone. Clearly you are more fucked up than I thought you were!” It was a low-blow, you knew that, but you were running off anger. Every vein in your body was burning. Emotions running high as you were crying one minute and laughing like a crazed woman next, “I hate you! I hate you now, I’ll hate you later, I’ll hate you for eternity! You and Nat fucking deserve eachother! Two lowlife scumbags!” You pointed to the door, “Get out! Just get out, get out, get out!”

Finally, Bucky rose from his seat on the couch, slowly making his way to the door but not before stopping to grab his pre-packed bags. He fought the urge to look back at you once more. Dropping his key on the counter, he walked out the door and out of your life forever.

At that moment, your legs gave up on you. You dropped to the ground and continued to cry your life away. Your heart was in more than a million pieces and you had no idea on how you were even to begin on how to piece them back together. Within an hour, your life had changed drastically. The love of your life and your best friend, both gone in one sweep. Now, as you were alone, you felt nothing but sadness. Wondering why this had to happen to you when you had finally gotten to a good place with your life. It was true what they say, with true love comes a painful heartbreak.

You had experienced the amazing highs of a new love blossoming, but now you were facing the death of a relationship.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x y/n #marvel fic #bucky barnes au

[kindledrose]

PART 2 ‼️ me & my friends when we are stuck at life (pt 1) (pt 3)

character notes under the cut!!!!!

both in true hs canon and in this au, rage represents chaos. and lifeseries grian is so undoubtedly linked to chaos above all else — he thrives off it, subsists on it even. if it’s not something he can seek out it’s something he’ll initiate. but — make no mistake, the anarchy he initiates is very much limited to within the game. he doesn’t break the game system, he works within it and disrupts whatever system the players are trying to put in place… for the benefit of the game itself. and again, with heirs being played by their aspect, it only makes sense for him to be one. rather than jimi, though, he’s okay with this — being an agent of chaos ties him to it intrinsically, and that makes him feel so, so alive. he’s okay with being controlled, for the most part, because it also means he’s in control. at least at the beginning.

i wanted to make eethos a mind player so bad you don’t understand 😔 but i think he is closer to void in reality. either way he’s a thief — dealing in redistribution of his aspect only to himself, whether consciously or unconsciously. i think void makes sense for eethos because he’s such an unknown to many of the other players (and also to some extent probably himself). a thief of void — taking the mystery from others, knowing them and their secrets and cloaking yourself in them, making yourself an unknown. if void is an aspect more focused inward, also (i like the idea that the central struggle of void players’ character arcs are more personal than some of the other aspects), we could have eethos vs the mortifying ordeal of being known + choosing to stay. which comes back to his class, with thieves having to let others have their aspect as well in order to fully complete their character arc. with that being said eethos “wghats the deal wiht abtrhoom pesnis” mind player will always be real in my heart ok

beedub oh beedub my beloved rogue beedub. rogues typically have the problem, right, where they are capable of redistributing their aspect for the benefit of others but never for themselves. so they try to find others who can help them with it but really just have to learn to stand on their own (and end up finding a source of their aspect that way). this specifically throws beedub n eethos’s friendship into the saddest light because beedub is okay with giving everything to his friends + allies (esp eethos) while quietly hoping they will help him in return, but the thing beedub wants eethos (as a thief) is incapable of giving to him. he can only take, and that’s where their sort of falling out where eethos starts avoiding him and spending more time with others comes from. eethos needs to learn to give to others (not beedub) and beedub needs to learn to stand on his own. ethubs makes me sad. BUT ANYWAYS hope as the aspect of imagination, of being caught up in seeing what could be, of love and trust unconditionally without paying mind to the possible repercussions. that is pretty bdubs-coded i think. he’s a hope player and he’s going to be ok guys he’s going to be fine :)

again feel free to ask me questions abt them !!! lifestuck is in my brain

#grian #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #ethubs #secret life #trafficblr #life series #hs #doodles #lifestuck au

[virginprune]

well, folks, it's thinking of felix forever thinking of felix time.

today i want to ramble about a common expression i see in the saltburn mines ("felix is his mother's son") and why i think it's often used as an oversimplification of both characters.

firstly, elspeth and her revolving door of poor dear guests. it's important to note that elspeth has been playing this game for a long, long time, at least as long as she's been the lady of the household (a good twenty years!). there are unspoken rules and games always at play within their society, and elspeth never fails to act with the appropriate level of decorum. only in private does she disparage pamela. in public, even around felix, she is careful to frame her boredom as her guests outgrowing her. even when pamela refuses to take a hint, she is removed from saltburn quietly and behind the scenes as early in the day as possible. the only two people that are ever truly aware of what's happening and actively taking notes of this… are oliver and farleigh, for whom the pecking order is extremely important. with that in mind, it seems very unlikely felix is aware of any of this, and instead sees it as his mother having a surprisingly kind streak despite all her annoying hang-ups and eccentricities.

but what about felix's toys from yesteryear? i think it is so telling that the word 'toy' only comes up in literally one scene, from a spurned venetia! oliver had pulled out the shameful, ugly parts of venetia that scared everyone else away, and found her desirable all the same. in the end, he made it very clear to her during that dinner scene: you can be my dirty little secret, but felix is more important to me. venetia is so perceptive too, just like farleigh (important survival skills imo); she knew exactly what would hurt him, because he is so desperate to remain in felix's good graces.

the only actual evidence in canon we have of one of felix's former guests is his best friend from school, eddie. it's unclear if eddie was "last year's one", or their fallout had taken place farther in the past. how long were they even friends for? we just don't know, but i imagine felix does not easily call anyone his best friend. emerald fennell herself actually refers to them as "felix's favourites" which i love and find more appropriate lol. more conjecture from me, but with those smidgens of context, i do not think felix was picking up the saddest, poorest boys he could find at a prestigious boarding school. his "friends" in the film are unbearably posh boys, and felix's childhood boy besties would have likely been as well.

so, oliver was an outlier in this. there is so much in the way felix and his family see oliver that confirms that they've never actually seen a Poor TM up close lmao. maybe oliver was going to get an invite to saltburn no matter what (he was, in every way, felix's favourite at oxford). but i think in that moment on date night bridge, if felix was his mother's son (as felix knew her), it was in that he saw someone he cared for in pain, with an uncertain place in the world, and knew no one would find it strange if he stayed in their home. in fact, the way felix words it (that his mum lets people stay for months at a time), leads me to believe that not even felix's former favourites stayed as long as oliver did.

another thing about that scene: felix, almost shyly, invites oliver to come home with him, and the first thing oliver does... is tell him no. we all know it's a dream come true for oliver, but he puts felix in a position where he has to practically beg oliver to accept lmao. insane behaviour tbfh!

#saltburn #yappy yappy time #felix catton #oliver quick #elspeth catton #if anyone tells you that felix wasn't down bad for oliver in a way he had never known before just send them my way

[che-bur-ashka]

who holds the mask? designing the Disguise

For the record, all of the playbooks in Beneath Pirate Flags are trans. Gay ass trans ass pirates. I mean, they don’t have to be — the magic of character creation means that you could make anyone, even (!!) a cis person, if your imagination can handle that. But they’re all more or less about being trans, or about types of trans people I know, anyway. Maybe none of them is as trans as the Disguise, though.

I don’t mean that, of course. The Disguise isn’t “more trans” than any of the others in any way that matters. What I mean is that the Disguise is maybe the most “obviously” trans, the most “typically” trans. The Disguise deals with a narrative that people see and go oh, oh, I know this—that one’s about being trans.

The Disguise is a pirate “on the run from at least two things,” inspired by tales of putting on a (you guessed it) disguise and escaping to adventure. There’s a lot of Jim from Our Flag Means Death in there, of course, as well as a good amount of Eowyn and not a small percentage of Alanna of Trebond. The Disguise is playing in a lot of tropes that make people conscious of the play of genders—which, for complicated reasons, reads as “more” trans than, say, The Hunk, The Dandy, or The Legend (even though all three of those are, to me, far more fundamentally drawn from my own trans experience).

One of the big things I wanted to do with the Disguise though, was offer more nuanced understanding of the work masks and disguises can do than we usually get in these types of stories. In the most traditional—the most recognizable—version of this narrative the Disguise is a cis woman who, frustrated not so much with her gender as with institutional sexism, takes on a mask in order to “play” as a man and trespass in the wider world (the historical erasure of transmasculine people into the cis feminist figure of “the woman in pants” looms large here). In this narrative, there comes a point where—as in Mulan, Eowyn, Alanna—she is unmasked but accepted as, to borrow a term from Tamora Pierce  “a woman who rides.” 

Here’s the thing: That’s a valid arrangement of what’s in the Disguise. There’s no reason the Disguise couldn’t be used to tell this kind of story—but I think there’s a more interesting version of this character out there, probably most clearly expressed (in popular media, anyway) by Jim Jimenez in Our Flag Means Death who, critically, does not return to their assigned gender after removing the “mask.” After all, there’s no reason to think that the mask must be something taken on (as opposed to, say, assigned). Rather, I like to think about the Disguise as playing across a border—dealing in multiple frames and knowledges, and trying to make space for themself between them. One day—if all goes well—they won't need the mask anymore. The playbook could equally viably tell the story of:

A cis woman under patriarchy, “playing a man” so she can run away and be a sailor (like Eowyn does).

A trans person, “playing” their assigned gender as they work to find out who they are really (like... most if not all trans people do, at one point or another).

A trans person, “playing” their true gender (or at least a new gender) as they build a new understanding of themself in a new context (this is the reading I think is closest to what happens with Jim, fwiw).

A person whose disguise has nothing to do with their gender at all—maybe they’re a prince in hiding, or they're pretending to be a prince in hiding, or there's something else.

There’s also no reason that the playbook couldn’t combine these stories—or even reach for new ones that haven’t occurred to me. The possibilities are endless. The core of the Disguise is not about secrets and falsehoods (although secrets and falsehoods certainly play their part), but rather performance and autonomy over your own presentation. The mask is a tool to control that presentation.

This brings us to the saddest part of the playbook—the ending.

Every playbook in Beneath Pirate Flags has three prewritten endings (although you’re naturally welcome to come up with your own). Each set of three has two happy endings and one sad one— sometimes bittersweet, sometimes tragic, and sometimes just bad. For the Disguise, that sorrow is all about the loss of control. The worst thing that could possibly happen—the most upsetting ending, which I want players to be aware of even if they aren’t interested in it—is not just the removal of the mask, but the removal of the mask without the Disguise’s permission or control. The world longs to control our presentations and, by doing so, control our lives. There is magic in a mask, and in the autonomy it provides—but there are people who want to rip both of those away. They want to hurt you, to control you, and to make you hurt yourself. That’s what we’re fighting against. Anyway, there you have it. Go hug a trans person—and check out Beneath Pirate Flags.

#beneath pirate flags #our flag means death #ofmd #jim jimenez #eowyn #alanna of trebond #trans #indie rpg #indie ttrpg #ttrpg design #gay pirates

[deathskrang]

i think about zim and the tallest and their inherently, nearly parasitic relationship to each other a lot.

i think about how all of them are, objectively, mostly blind to this fact as well, zim blinded by the swift and stark obedience that he performs under the delusion that he is doing something for the good of his leaders and his empire, and the tallest blinded by their total arrogance and rage over the fact that zim cannot read any of their cues that he is a nuisance. still, it is so obvious that the back and forth is there.

i know that this particular example probably wasn't purposeful in florpus and was mostly just so the audience could see dib's point and the narrative similarities between zim and him, but i think a lot about zim's silence when dib says, "you know, my dad doesn't appreciate what i do, either" after zim explains how the tallest are not coming to bring him back home. i think a lot about that. the impact and the implications behind one simple sentence from dib. i imagine, to zim, this sort of felt like a slap in the face. the first word besides "my tallest" that's ever explained how zim wants them, how zim, in his own way, almost loves them. and it's a word from earth. it's a word that implies a built in, unconditional caring between human beings. it's a word that zim had just said in a mocking tone of voice to dib moments ago in reference to his plan to replace his real dad. and, suddenly, in a single instance, the weight of the word has seemed to hit him.

i think the saddest part of this parallel is that dib has the understanding that because he and his dad are biologically related, unconditional love is the expected thing, it's the supposed natural progression of things. zim and the tallest, though—they don't have any of that. you could argue that they're barely even acquaintances. there is no understanding of what is supposed to happen with them. there is no built in hope of having them step up to the plate the way dib hopes with his dad. i don't think zim truly understands this, though. as if zim can completely comprehend isolation. isn't that apart of an invader's duty? isn't that what he was trained to do? and isn't zim an invader? isn't he?

after all of this, after all of florpus, long after dib had first used that word, dad, in relation to the tallest, how dib said his dad doesn't appreciate what he does, one of the last things zim asks the tallest as he is witnessing their last moments across that transmission is: does this please you? in other words, do you appreciate what i have done for you?

dialogue wise, this is emotionally wrecking enough, but i think, visually, it is equally if not more disarming and depressing. i really, really, really love the imagery of the scene right before it cuts to the tallest burning in their puppet florpus flames. because it's a silly visual gag, yes, two flailing tallest puppets—but zim talking to two distorted tallest silhouettes, not noticing (or, rather, caring about) the difference between this and their usual way of appearing when they're in a transmission—zim talking to a literal representation of how the tallest have always existed in his head, as two distorted silhouettes, as delusions—that is insanely succinct in describing the true detriment of zim and the tallest's relationship to each other, at least to me.

this is, in my opinion, the most fucked up imagery in florpus, maybe even the entire series to me—and, most likely, none of the invader zim crew meant it to come across quite like that. zim's performance of normalcy in the face of what he is unaware is the tallest's last living moments. the delayed video feed in the transmission, shortly followed by complete and utter panic from the tallest, who were possibly oblivious to the fact that zim had even contacted them amongst their chaos. zim almost seeming as if he is staring at his own reflection in the screen rather than right at the tallest. a physical representation of what their entire relationship has been built on since the beginning—a blurry idea, a vague delusion of a bond that is in actuality no more than a fatal, life long misunderstanding on each end. it's the most palpably gut wrenching thing in the whole film for me, and i don't care that none of it was probably meant to pack that type of punch. it's always hit me hard.

#invader zim #zim #the tallest #tallest red #tallest purple #dib membrane #my return to tumblr after four months is an unnecessarily long and half assed spiral about unintentional angst #i never talk about my perspective of things within canon publicly but i think So Much about zim and the tallest #i only ever ramble about this type of thing in private with my equally as insane friends #a lot of this is actually strung together direct from many conversations about this topic with friends lmfao #i looooove constructing my stream of consciousness thoughts into actually coherent things #also doubt that anybody is gonna gaf about this post or these tags but pls don't tag as prazr lol #i like my zims to suffer the way jhonen intended #free of any romantic attachment and solely within his own strained view of the world

[bit-b]

So since I've seen an uptick in people using A.I. models to copy a bunch of my friends' voices, I feel compelled to remind people that I DO NOT approve of using my voice in any A.I. related thing.

I'm not some big-name celebrity. You can always try to ask me to voice something. Heck, even if I WAS a bigger name than I am, I'd still love to chat about whatever you'd be interested in having me voice.

Worst case scenario? I say no.

That could very well happen, since I've been trying to branch out to more paid gigs. And any time used on free work could take away from paid opportunities. That said, depending on if I like your idea, I might be interested in doing it regardless of any promised payment.

But when you use A.I. to get voice lines from well-known VA talent, you're taking that choice away. You're forcing a voice actor to fit into a role that they DID NOT approve of. Forcing them to say and do things against their will. Taking away a chance for that voice actor to get a paying opportunity.

I've known this one pro in the VA sphere that's been in TONS of movies, games and shows. And yet, I saw them venting about possibly needing to apply for unemployment due to them not getting voice opportunities. And that's WITH an agent.

Imagine being a fresh face in the scene and not being able to get work because:

1. Someone steals your voice with A.I. instead of hiring you.

2. A bunch of startup projects decide to use A.I. voices instead of getting paid actors.

REALLY put yourself into their shoes. How would you feel if someone stole YOUR voice and used it in something you didn't approve of? Imagine how it feels to lose a chance at doing something you love because "A computer can get the job done."

And the saddest part of all of this; if you use A.I. to get voicework done, you end up with lackluster results. Voice lines devoid of any emotional significance or situational context. And you miss out on collaborating with a potentially fun person to work with.

There are people all over Twitter, CastingCallClub, and other places that are BEGGING to get cast for projects. Even for FREE.

Don't use A.I. Care for VAs.

#ai voice #voice acting #voice #voiceactor #voiceover #ai

[chaengluva]

Bad Addiction

Regina George x Fem!Reader: 1.7k Words: Masterlist:

Requested: Yes/No: :Send Requests

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Request: Can I please request an image, that consists of y/n being a skater girl, and is addicted to drugs because of her home life. Regina and y/n go to the same school, they have never crossed paths before. Maybe one afternoon, when Regina is driving from school she sees y/n walking but doesn’t confronted her, but the next day at school y/n looks even more rough then she normally does. This get the attention from Regina and she want to know more. Well something like that.

Request by: @avelynpye

I added a few things and changed a few things, I hope you like it!

This one is very heavy and has a lot of confronting and possibly triggering themes like drugs, alcohol, bad parents (not a abusive, they are just bad people)

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You were at a point in your life where you thought the only way out would be to end it, but you have never committed to going through with it. For starters, you don't have the best parents, they are meant to be there for you and take care of you but it's almost like you have taken that roll.

You're Dad is an alcoholic, he wakes up at around 10am, sits on the couch and drinks until he falls asleep, he will take his anger out on your Mom. Then she does drugs as a way of copping, she spends all the money she gets on drugs and cases of beer for Dad.

You had to get a part time job so you could stay in the house and eat drink and live. The only reason you are still in school is because they prepaid all the fees, if they didn't, you would have to drop out.

The saddest part of it all is that you took some of your mothers drugs, and bought some vanilla extract, (Because you're to young to buy alcohol.) and now you can't stop, you feel forced to take them, you feel like it would make you feel better or give you some happiness, (It never did, but you still did it.)

Monday morning came and you woke up at the sound of your Mum leaving for work, you sigh, getting up you go into the living room, seeing a your Dad asleep with cans of beer all around him made you sad. Looking in the fridge, you see that there is nothing to eat, sighing deeply you go to your room, you stash some food in there in case you get hungry in the middle of the night.

Pulling out a bag of plain flavoured chips, eating them while walking out the door, you put your rubbish in the bin and grab your skateboard and start skating to school, it's quite early so no one would see you. You get to school and luckily the door is already open, you pick your skateboard up and walk over to your locker.

You see a few jocks walking past, each one of them manages to bump into you, you sigh knowing they are doing it on purpose so there's no point giving them the attention they want. Walking into the bathroom you look at yourself in the mirror, you look deep. You take out some makeup to cover up the eye bags.

It gives you more of an human looking face, you take some vanilla extract from your bag, chugging it all in one go, gagging slightly at the burn in your throat. You hate that you have become like your parents, they are not people you want to be but you have no one to seek for comfort.

Walking into homeroom class because there is nothing else, it's always unlocked early in the morning and you are always the first one there, you put your head on the desk and close your eyes, falling asleep until other students walk in.

You hear that annoying loud voice which always wakes you up, you groan, seeing the colour of pink as soon as you open your eyes, the plastics who think they own the school. Well actually a lot of people believe that it's just Regina's world and we are living in it.

You take your head up from the desk and your eyes fall on the blood, you swear you saw that hear head was turning away from you like if she was looking but you decided to not think to far into it because you are probably just imaginings things.

The bell rings but you don't move, not because you don't want to but because your next class is in the same room as your homeroom, and this is your least favourite class. Half of the jock team was in your class and they had major one sided beef with you.

They run in, being loud as hell which made your head spin, you could already feel the headache starting and it's only been a few seconds into the class. "Oi Y/n." One of them says loudly, trying to get your attention but you don't budge, making them more annoyed. They walk up to you and shove you around to make you look at them.

"Holy sick, you look dead." Shit, your makeup must have rubbed off, you roll your eyes, he laughs at you, taking pictures of you, looking down beside you he sees the skateboard and smirks, picking it up he asks if it's yours.

You stay quiet, he laughs at you, his friends stand behind and laugh along, all while you just sit there. "This is some old cheep shit." He says, throwing it around, "Hey!" You say loudly but it's too late, it's already broken.

"That was special to me!" Everyone laughs at you, going towards him, you push him, which makes him push back, which causes you to punch him. "Y/n!" you hear someone loudly yell.

You look to the teacher and don't even bother to defend yourself, you go back and get your stuff and head to the principal office.

"Your parents aren't picking up." Principal Duvall says, putting down the phone for the 5th time, you just sit there, hugging your bag, not really paining attention to what he is saying.

"Well we do not tolerate violence at this school, I will email your parents about this, you will be getting a 3 day suspension." You nod, "Can I leave now?" He nods his head and you walk out of the school, annoyed when you see it's raining, you have no other choice.

Walking along the path you would usually stake on was annoying, it took so much more energy.

Meanwhile, Regina had a free period so she decided to go off campus to a small café, running to her car so her hair doesn't get wet, sighing deeply when she's inside, as she drives out of the car park she notices this girl who looks sad, who's drenched from head to toe and walking slowly.

She realises its you and that your in her home room, there's this part of her that wants to comfort you but she doesn't know how to show off, so she drives off.

When you got home, hell broke loose, your dad found out about the suspension and he wasn't happy at all.

The next day at school, Regina walked into home room, she was really sad to see that you weren't there, you were always there and she always looked at you, but there was no sight of you, there was no sight off you for the next 3 days and Regina was beginning to miss you.

It was Friday, Regina hoped and prayed that you'd be there and she'd smile brightly when she saw you, this is going to be the day where she talks to you.

She sits next to you, making you look up at her, she gasps at your bloodshot red eyes, "Y/n.." She says sadly. You roll your eyes, "Y/n, you need help.. let me take you home." She whispers, "I don't need your pity Regina." You say with a cold dry tone, wiping your nose incase any cocaine was left there.

"No. We are going home."

The bitch practicing dragged you outside the class, ignoring the yells from the teachers, she took you to her car and the two of you drove in silence, you made sure to sneak upstairs so her mom wouldn't hear but Regina didn't care, isn't she scared?

You gasp at the size of her room, this was like the size of your house! She sits you down on the bed, and looks into your eyes and says, "Talk."

You tell her everything, about how your Dad is an alcoholic, your Mom is a drug addict and how you have picked up your mother's ways into taking drugs. It got sensitive to the point where you were crying and you didn't even know.

"I just.. Don't want to be like them." Regina grabs your hands, looking at you in the eyes, "Y/n! Don't say that! You will never be like them. You're pretty, really pretty actually." She paused to tuck strands of hair behind your hear.

"You're also really smart! You may be addicted to drugs but that's because you had no one to reach out to." You look at her confused, "H-had?" She nods, kissing your forehead, "Yes. Had. Because now you have me." You smile brightly, pulling her in for a hug.

You felt so much comfort you didn't want to leave, Regina said you could stay for as long as you wanted but the fear inside of you about what your parents would think stayed inside you, so you decided to go home.

Regina drove you home but when you got there, you gasped when you saw the police outside your house, you didn't have any drugs on you so you were fine but you were still a little high, but that's okay because being high isn't illegal.

You walk inside, Regina comes with you incase anything bad has happened and you gasp when you see the police arresting your parents, an officer recognises you and walks up to you, "Y/n, your parents have been involved in many crimes like selling drugs, driving drunk, and even identifying fraud."

You step back, the whole thing was a lot to take in, "Yeah so they aren't your biological parents, we did some researching and they switched babies." Regina hugged you, she knew this would all be a lot to take in, "Then where are my parents?" The police officer sighed, "They died in a house fire."

Regina knew you couldn't take it anymore so she brought you back to her place and changed the whole mood, making sure to only watch sweet things and talk about sweet things.

As the night came to an end, Regina was caught staring at your lips and you were caught staring at hers, taking them memo, you both lean in and your lips glide against each other, pulling away after a while, staring into each others eyes at the satisfaction of what just happened.

#regina george #reneé rapp #lesbian #mean girls 2024 #gxg #wlw #janis imi'ike #angst #fluff #mean girls #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort

[btskitten7]

Silent Grace| viii: "It's Just Business"

Ship: Min Yoongi x Fem reader

au/genre: Mafia!au

rating: M

wc: 3.2k

Chapter warnings: Pregnancy mentions, IMPLIED KIDNAPPING AND ABUSE. sad hospital scene with Min and little yoongi :(

summary: Yoongi continues to open up little by little with you, one of the hardest things he has done to date. You make some decisions about your life with Yoongi. Little flashback with little Yoon and Joon being amazing big brothers but running into trouble. Min and Kim being good dads :( Hoseok is a little upset with Yoongi's confession session..

tagss: @shadowyjellyfishfest @baechugff @maunosorioh @shelylamc @princess-sunshyn @scuzmunkie @wanceu @coldcoffee2121 @maunosorioh @massivelyfullenthusiast

The room filled with silence as Yoongi waited for a response.

He would love to say he’d be over the moon excited if you were carrying his baby but he couldn’t say that.

He would do everything in his power to protect the both of you but that would only mean his father would hound him about raising his kid to be like him. Min already is on his case about having a baby, imagine how he’d be if you were pregnant.

“Well, are you?” Yoongi asked.

“Well, no-but I was late this month so it could have been a possibility…” You trailed off. Yoongi couldn’t help the relieved expression that painted his face, that hurt you more than it should have. “Y-you’re relieved?”

“Yes and no,” Yoongi started “I’m sad that we aren’t expecting but I’m relieved because I know babies change everything. I just told you about my work, we still have to get through that before even thinking about a family or marriage right now.” he finished defeatedly.

“...did you mean it..when you said you wanted to marry me?” you asked softly. Yoongi nodded as he pulled you into his arms to hold you tight. “I wanted to marry you the moment we hit our first year but…this was holding me back.”

You laid your head on his chest feeling the same sense of comfort and security you’ve always felt. You needed to stay in his arms. You needed to.

“If we get married…what does that mean for us? Are things going to be the same or will you grow from me?” You asked. Yoongi pulled away just enough to look you in your eyes.

“It wouldn’t change a thing. Blossom…I am in love with you and I don’t want to see myself without you next to me.”

Yoongi was one hundred vulnerable with you. He never felt this way about anyone he had ever dated. He needed you to know that. You needed him to know...

That you felt the same.

“I don’t want to see myself with anyone that’s not you either, Yoongi. But I need to know what I’m getting myself into…” You said looking down at you.

“And you will. Everything. From here on out but…you have to promise me something..”

“Anything..”

“Once I let you in one hundred percent, you can never repeat anything you see or hear to anyone..and you have to leave the hospital..for your safety.”

Yoongi looked at your saddest expression before continuing. “I know how much you love nursing but I can’t risk you getting hurt and losing you forever.”

You nodded avoiding Yoongi’s gaze. “Okay…”

Yoongi lifted your chin before leaning down and kissing your lips sweetly.

“Thank you, baby..”

You and Yoongi talked a lot that night. As Yoongi unraveled more of the truth, your heart softened, finally realizing the weight he had carried all these years. It must have been hard to hold such a responsibility at a young age. The man you loved had been burdened by his father’s past, trapped in a world he never asked for. Your anger began to dissipate, replaced by a glimmer of understanding.

“In all honesty, I liked what the mafia brought. I’m not going to deny that. I had everything I could ever need and more. I didn’t want anything and my needs were met. Who wouldn’t want that? But when it came to finding out how…. I just didn’t like the process of obtaining such assets. I wasn’t always aware of my father’s business. From my understanding, I always assumed we were rich. My grandfather always gave my dad hundreds of thousands of dollars just because, and he does that to me now. I hardly talk to my grandfather but he still gives me an allowance like we have the best relationship in the world. My father and I don’t agree on much but we do agree on the pressure his father gives us. He always demanded so much of my father and I know once he returns he’s going to do the same to me. Growing up, I remember my grandfather always inviting us to his house parties and it’s always been that up until he went to the States. None of us had any reason to be there, the kids anyway. I remember meeting Namjoon and his father there. We became very close despite him being younger than I am.” Yoongi rubbed his hands on his knees as he reminisced on the old days. A small smile crept on his face remembering his teenhood.

“I learned about my father and the mafia when I was 14 or 15. I was supposed to know but Namjoon and I were too noisy for our own good,” he chuckled and shook his head before sighing. “Although, I laugh about it now. It was the most terrifying day of my life. It’s what shaped my personality and caution.”

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“Mom says I could stay the night if that’s okay with your mom,” Namjoon said laying back on Yoongi’s bed “I just have to go and my stuff for school in the morning”

Yoongi nodded with a slight chuckle as he placed his pen down onto his journal.

“You might as well get stuff for the whole week. You never just stay the night and my mom never cares” Yoongi teased. Namjoon laughed.

“I know. I’ll grab things for a few days, then check in with my mom when I go back for more clothes then call it even” Namjoon planned.

“Whatever. If we’re going to go to the movies later then we need to leave now to get your stuff.” Yoongi said closing his black notebook, placing it into his drawer next to his bed, and locking it with the key that hung around his neck.

“Are you still writing music in that book of yours?” Namjoon asked following behind Yoongi once they got downstairs. Yoongi wrote a note for his mom to let her know he’d be back later before turning to Namjoon.

“I write more than just songs. I write everything in there.” Yoongi admitted. “That’s a diary, you know that right?” Namjoon teased.

Yoongi sucked his teeth.

“It’s a book that I write in” he corrected. Namjoon shrugged.

“...also known as a diary” Namjoon snorted as Yoongi hit his shoulder with a small laugh.

“Whatever, Joon. Just make sure you also grab stuff for this weekend for my grandfather’s party”

“Yoon!” a small voice interrupted Joon from answering.

Yoongi and Namjoon stopped, turning to face Yoongi’s younger brother.

“What?” the older male turned completely to his younger brother who’s cheeks flushed red getting his brother’s attention.

Yoongi’s younger brother adored him. He always wanted to be with him even though sometimes it annoyed Yoongi, he also secretly loved it.

“Can I-I come? To the movies with you?” He stuttered causing Yoongi to chuckle.

Yoongi never tells his brothers no. To him that was his parents’ job. Whatever his brothers wanted, he did just that. Min wasn’t as involved in their life as he should be so Yoongi promised his father that he would be.

“Of course. You can always come with me. Why don’t you get ready? Namjoon and I will be back in 20, maybe 30 minutes tops.” Yoongi smiled watching his brother’s face light up.

The youngest brother came running in “CAN I COME TOO?” causing Namjoon to laugh.

“Why not? Just be ready when we get back” Yoongi waved before heading out the door with Namjoon.

“You’re a good older brother Yoongi,” Namjoon said as he kicked the rocks that lay on the pavement.

Yoongi shrugged “They’re not that bad. They just whine a lot and expensive” Namjoon laughed.

“You love them.”

“It would be fucked up if I didn’t Joon”

The boys continued on their way to Namjoon’s house talking and laughing about any and everything that came to mind. But it all came to an end when the boys saw two men standing in the middle of their path.

Namjoon didn’t live far probably a 20-minute walk at most. They live in the same Neighborhood, he just lived a few streets behind Yoongi. Everyone had a big home in this community, everyone threw parties. Everyone knew everyone.

Neither boy knew who these men were and neither cared. Not until they came closer and realized neither man moved from the middle of the sidewalk

“What’s is these assholes’ problem?” Namjoon cursed. Yoongi frowned and looked behind him, noticing the two men following them.

Yoongi stood closer to Namjoon and whispered “I think we should head to my grandfather’s house.”

Namjoon agreed almost immediately “I think that may be a good idea. He lives right down the street right?” Both boys had their eyes set on Yoongi’s grandfather’s home. He wasn’t there but he and his father should be there afterward. At the most an hour or two.

The boys turned sharply into the empty street the moment they noticed Yoongi’s grandfather’s home just a few houses down. The men stood directly in their tracks with a menacing smile.

“Look Min’s little boy. He’s grown all up” one man said.

“He looks just like him, and so does Kim’s boy,” the other said.

“What are you two doing out here so late? It’s not safe out here” the third man said standing behind Namjoon placing his large hands on the boy’s shoulders and making him freeze in place.

“Yeah, don’t you know what time it is? Kids like you should be sleeping but! Since you’re here we should have a bit of fun.” the last man, clearly the one who’s running everything said wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s shoulder.

Yoongi had a great poker face. He kept his blank appearance but he was shitting bricks.

“We have to meet my grandfather at his home. We need to go” Yoongi said sternly making the older men laugh.

“Oh? Senior’s home? Maybe we should visit the old geezer huh fellas?” they all laughed again.

The one man behind Yoongi placed his free arm around Namjoon’s shoulder, pulling the boys closer to him and walking forward.

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“Have you seen big brother? Did he and Joon come back?” Yoongi’s younger brother asked his parents.

Min was too busy on the phone to pay attention which only made their mother angry.

“No honey. I haven’t seen them walk through the door. Why?” their mother asked.

“Oh, big brothers are going to take us to the movies with them! They told us to be ready in 20 minutes but it’s been 2 hours already” he frowned.

“What if they saw the movie without you guys?” Min asked hanging up the phone, annoyed with his youngest whines.

“Big brother wouldn’t do that! He never forgets us!”

“Yeah! And Joon was getting clothes from his home! Why would he bring them with him to the movies?” the youngest frowned.

“Quit the damn whining. I will call Kim and ask. If they went without you, I’ll kick Yoongi’s ass for forgetting about you and take you to a movie myself” He said poking their cheeks and making them giggle.

He picked up the phone and dialed Kim’s number.

“Yeah, boss?”

“Kim, has my knuckled-headed son come to your place?”

“Funny, I was going to ask you the same about Joon. I know they were together but Area said they were at your place and hadn’t seen them walk through the door since 12 this afternoon.”

Min frowned “What do you mean she hadn’t seen them since 12?”

The room fell silent from Min’s words. Worry was plastered on the faces of Yoongi’s brothers.

“I called Ju-Won, he’s looking to see if they went to the movies. He’s calling now, I will call you back”

“Make it fucking quick. This is my fucking son.” He whispers through his teeth hanging up the phone and dropping it on the counter before lowering his head,

Only moments went by but it felt like forever, Kim finally called back but his voice was frantic.

“They’re in the fucking hospital fucking clinging to fucking life! Someone found them in the alleyway by the casino!”

Min didn’t say a word he dropped the phone and grabbed his keys, rushing out the door.

“Mommy?” the youngest asked, “is big brothers okay?”

The boys' mother had no idea what to even say, Min didn’t tell her anything. All she could do was put on a brave face.

“Of course they’re okay! Your father will bring them home. Let’s get ready for bed and catch a couple of movies on tv” she said leading the two boys upstairs.

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Min rushed through the hospital doors looking for Kim with some of his soldiers behind him.

“Where is my fucking son? Where is he?!” Min said losing his cool.

Min’s heart almost stopped when he saw Yoongi and Namjoon lifeless on a stretcher being wheeled through the hospital. He ran to the stretcher pushing the man out of the way to see his son.

Min looked over the boy’s bruised body and face. He had never seen his son in this state. He never heard his son’s voice so broken and defeated. Yoongi’s eyes were bouncing around, trying to focus on one thing but all he could see were bright lights and what felt like thousands of people surrounding him. He kept calling for his parents.

“Yoongi! Yoongi! Appa’s here” Min cried grabbing Yoongi’s hand and running allowing side him. “Appa’s here”

Yoongi fixed his gaze on his father, it was the clearest thing he saw.

“Dad” Yoongi cried “Dad I tried to protect Namjoon. Th-they were too strong”

Min’s heart broke watching his oldest in pain and shedding tears like this.

He ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair.

“Shhh..shhh.. I know. I know. You’ve done well.”

“They knew who you and grandfather were. They knew Kim.” Yoongi cried holding on to his father’s hand tightly as things started to black around him.

“Sir we need to get him back immediately. He’s losing a lot of blood right now”

Min looked at the man with tears running down his face gripping the man’s jacket tightly.

“You better save him. If my son or my nephew loses a gain of hair, I will kill you.”

“Y-yes sir we will do everything we can sir.”

“Dad…d-dad don’t go. I’m s-scared. Wh-where’s Namjoon” Yoongi said, holding onto his father tightly.

“Son, Son, son..listen. They are going to take good care of you okay? You just relax. I’m going to be here right when you get out okay? Namjoon is going to be fine. Trust me”

Yoongi nodded, terrified for his life.

Min watched as they carried the two boys away. Kim was an emotional wreck.

“My only son Min. My only son” he cried. Min grabbed Kim’s arms

“Pull it together, right now. They will be okay. We need to find the cowards who did this”

Min couldn’t believe someone tried to take his son’s life.

“You should have started preparing Yoongi and Namjoon for this moment. I don’t blame them, I blame you two”

Min turned to face his father.

“My wife and I agreed that we would let him live peacefully until he turned 18 and obtained the Family,” Min replied bitterly.

“And look what that has done for you? It might have cost my grandson’s life.” His father yelled.

“You two should have given me the boys as I requested. They wouldn’t be in the situation right now”

“Father, with all due respect, I am more concerned about my son’s health. You didn’t give a fuck about me so I understand it’s hard for you to understand. I love my children and I only want the best for them.”

“I wanted the best for you too, but you didn’t understand. But after today?” his father sighed “You will understand why I was hard on you and this never happened.”

Min couldn’t care less about the words his father said he was more concerned about his son.

~~~~~~

Min walked through the door.

Yoongi’s mother jumped up and walked to her husband.

“Where’s Yoongi and Namjoon? Are they alright?” she asked frantically.

“They were targetted tonight. Some bastard roughed them up. They will be okay. They should be coming home in the next few days.” Min said plainly as he walked up the long staircase that wrapped his grand entrance and led to the hallway. “Where are my younger sons”

“Th-they are sleeping. I need to know about Yoongi. What do you mean they were roughed up? How bad was it?” Yoongi’s mother asked following Min to his office as he gathered his weapons and such. “M-Min…baby..what are you doing?”

“I’m handling business, you go to bed.”

~~~~~~~~

“My father protected me that night but it always opened up a world of worry and fear. That’s why I didn’t engage in school activities as much. Despite having what one would call friends, they weren’t friends. I didn’t trust them and when I met you, I wanted to trust you but I didn’t let myself. I had no idea who those men were but they ended up being someone who owed my father and tried to take the easy way out.”

Hoseok heard Yoongi’s words from his phone.

Unknowest to you, Jimin and Yongbok, Hoseok had Taehyung place a small mic into the envelope that Jimin handed you.

“I didn’t think he’d tell nor he’d tell her about your father,” Taehyung said surprised. Hoseok was pissed.

“It’s his fucking fault why my father is dead. He still won’t admit it.” Hoseok’s voice was full of hurt.

Yoongi and Namjoon were his best friends along with Seokjin, Jimin, and Taehyung. He didn’t think the little blow-up they had in their late teens to early 20s would result in them killing his father. Jimin felt for Hoseok but he was pissed that he was used to getting this information.

“You know if you wanted this information you could have fucking said something instead of tricking me into giving her a fucking bugged envelop.” Jimin scoffed.

“That’s the least of our worries Jimin.” Taehyung snapped “Besides you’re acting as if you own this bitch something. We don’t give a fuck about her, we’re targeting Yoongi and his bastard father.” Taehyung snapped again.

“For fucking what? For shit, it didn’t know about?! You two are mad because they killed your fathers but you’re fucking forgetting they never knew that. If you feel that badly about it kill their fathers” Jimin spat.

“As fucking if they give a damn? Yoongi hasn’t gotten along with his dad since he told him he couldn’t become a fucking songwriter, Namjoon doesn’t care what the fuck his dad does since he’s so far up Min’s ass” Taehyung spat back

“Shut the fuck up! Both of you!” Hoseok yelled causing the two men to roll their eyes and take Yongbok by surprise. Mingi kept quiet as he looked on.

“I couldn’t fucking care less about this argument. Jimin, Taehyung is right. It doesn’t matter to me if they knew or not. As I see it, It’s just business”

#bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts angst #bts jungkook #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts jhope #bts smut #bts namjoon #bts smut drabble #bts jimn #bts seokjin #micdropnet #bangtanwhq #bts taehyung

[youwouldntlietopapa]

Could you do the prompt "What are you doing? You said you'd stay with me!" with Copia and either a masculine or gender neutral reader?

I can only apologise for where my idiot brain ran to. But here you go.

No real warnings on this one, entirely stupid fluff. Mild distressed Copia. Anesthetic administered for medical reasons. Dentist phobia. Blood mention.

Also available on AO3

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Copia was still sitting in the large, reclining chair, staring blankly at the ceiling with his mouth half hanging open. Not entirely the fault of the gauze. A little bit of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. A sight that made it very hard not to laugh. Poor man.

“Copia? Baby? Are you okay?” You step a little closer and rub his arm.

He’d been absolutely terrified about the entire thing that he’d been up practically all night pacing and fidgeting and standing near the bathroom in case the anxiety threatened to empty his stomach one way or another. Not that you’d fared much better. He was up so you were up. Trying to distract him and calm him down. Offering anything and everything you could think of to ease his troubled mind.

“You promise you won’t leave??” He’d asked a dozen times at least. On the drive over and in the parking lot before you walked in, his chin quivered when he asked again. It would have been cute if it hadn’t hurt so much to see him looking so petrified.

“I promise. I’m right here beside you and I’m not going anywhere. I swear it on my life.” You’d cupped his cheeks, wiped his eyes, and kissed him softly. “Not even Satan and all his generals could drag me away.”

“What if… what if I don’t want to do it? We could just… forget this. Go get a nice breakfast, maybe see a movie, amore?” You could feel the panic rolling off him in waves.

“Baby, I would love nothing more than to take you as far away from here as I possibly can. I don’t want you to have to go in there either. I definitely don’t want to see you so scared. But I also don’t want to see you in pain. You can’t keep taking handfuls of painkillers and hoping for the best.”

His shoulders had slumped and he buried his face in your shoulder without resistance as soon as you tugged him closer. For a long while, he needed to be held while you rubbed his back and whispered assurances and praise. He really had been very brave, even if he didn’t feel like it.

“Please, Copia? For me? We get through today and it’s all over. And then a few days to recover.” You’d kisses his temple and his forehead, buried your face in his hair to kiss the top of his head. “I’ve got so many packets of jello just waiting for you at home. And whipped cream. And lots of other soft things to eat.”

“Pastina?” He had looked up at you, finally, with the saddest eyes you’d ever seen.

“All the pastina you can eat. I promise.”

“And cuddles?”

“More cuddles than you can imagine.”

“And fuzzy blankets?”

“Only the fuzziest, my love.”

“And pudding?”

“Any flavour your heart desires. And you’re stalling, babe.”

“…….. A little bit.”

It had taken another few minutes of hugging and working up his courage, but eventually he’d let you walk him inside. The building was brightly lit and cheerful, though it hadn’t improved his mood much. He’d simply clung to your hand and tried to disappear into his hoodie. And, fortunately, the oral surgeon had been very understanding and accommodating about him needing you to stay with him.

When the anaesthetic had finally taken hold and his eyes rolled back into his head, it had been a relief more than anything. “At least he’ll get a little sleep now.”

The staff had all assured you that it wasn’t an uncommon reaction, but that he’d be just fine. He was in good hands after all. And, no matter how uncomfortable it was sitting there while they’d dug around in his mouth, you’d promised, so that’s where you’d stayed. Still holding his hand and running your thumb over his knuckles.

When it was all over and done, they’d left you both to wait for the drugs to wear off, only looking in to check on his progress every few minutes. You’d gotten up to stretch and pace around the room, looking at all the bits and pieces and things you didn’t really care about as much as you just needed to decompress. When he’d groaned a little, you’d rushed back over, but he simply made a half hearted attempt to open his eyes before giving up again.

And there he still is. Eyes finally open. Glazed over and staring at a ceiling you’d not sure if he’s actually seeing.

“Copia?” You try again. Grabbing a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth.

His head lolls toward you and he squints against the light and the drugs. “Are you the doctor?” You make out through his gauze packed mouth and uncooperative tongue.

Biting the inside of your cheek to stop from giggling, you shake your head. “No, baby. Not the doctor.”

He furrows his brow, staring intently, trying to work out where he knows you from. “Did he send you?”

“Nope, didn’t send me either.” A chuckle escapes you. “You don’t remember me?”

“Should I?” His eyes widen in surprise. Dammit, he’s too cute like this. And it’s probably not wise to ask the doctor if you can keep him this way for a bit just because it’s adorable. “I can tell you that you too gorgeous to be a doctor.” Copia tries for what might have been a charming grin if his face wasn’t still frozen, his mouth wasn’t full of bloody gauze, and it hadn’t caused more drool to run down his chin. Still it makes you blush.

“That’s very sweet of you. I think you’re gorgeous too. That’s probably why we’ve been together so long.” You desperately try to cover your laughing by kissing his forehead.

He stares at you with wide, puppy dog eyes, trying to wrap his mind around this new information. “Wait… You are going out with meeee?” You rush to grab him as he tips dangerously close to falling out of the dental chair. Copia responds by cupping your cheek… more or less… more like getting slapped lovingly in the face. Gasping in awe. “Woooooooooooooowwwwwww…. That’s amazing….”

It’s too much. You can’t handle it. Giggling helplessly and wiping your eyes. “Yes, that’s right. I think it’s pretty amazing too.”

He leans closer and lowers his voice to the stage whisper of someone who got into the communion wine. “Have we kissed yet?”

You wheeze and have to take a second to answer. “Yeah, babe. We have. So many times.”

“Holy shit!” He exclaims, loud enough that a nurse pokes her head in. Copia waves a floppy hand at her while you’re doubled over laughing. “I’m dating them! Did you know!?”

The nurse claps a hand over her mouth and shakes with laughter. “I did… I did know.”

“Isn’t that AMAZING?”

Both you and the nurse are both entirely lost to the giggles because of this ridiculous man. “It’s incredible. Congratulations!”

“Wooooooooowwww…” He says again, staring at you adoringly. “Is that why you’re here now?”

“That’s right. I promised I’d stay because you were scared and because I love you very much.”

Oh the way his face crumples all at once. His voice comes out as a strained, very muffled, squeak. “Really???”

“Really really. You don’t remember?”

He shakes his head and sobs. “You’re so nice to me! And so pretty!”

You’re pretty sure no one has ever made your heart so full, and hurt so much, and desperate not to laugh all at the same time. But, thinking back on it, if it were going to be anyone, it would be Copia. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry. It’s okay.” You take his hand and kiss his fingers. “You’re so pretty too. And I always want to be nice to you, because you are so wonderful.”

Copia lifts his head, already looking like an impressive mess. “I didn’t even get you anything!” Between his puffed out cheeks, the drool, the blood, the tears, and now the runny nose, you’re glad they’ve given you a little privacy. Half a box of tissues later and he looks a little better.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to get me anything. You’re my favourite present.”

Well, if one lesson has been learned today, it’s that anaesthetics make Copia a crier. Not a huge shock, but you’re definitely going to need to ask for another box of tissues with him sobbing again. One quick look around the room with none to be found, you give his hand a little squeeze and get up to go check the hall for a nurse.

"What are you doing?” His desperate, panicked cry comes from behind you after you take three whole steps. “You said you'd stay with me!"

It’s a frantic rush to get back as he tries to push himself up off the chair. “No, no, no! Babe! You need to stay sitting! You’ll fall and hurt yourself.”

“But you were leaving me!” he sobs.

“I just wanted to get you some kleenex, that’s all! I swear!”

The commotion summons the nurse again, who peeks in still desperately trying not to giggle and wiping her eyes. “Everything okay in here?” she manages.

“Good, good, really. Just… can we get another box of these.” You hold up the empty tissue box.

“Of course.” she chuckles shaking her head. “He should be okay to go home in a little while.”

“Thank you. That would be good.” You clear your throat, trying to repress the laughter still bubbling up.

“I get to go home?” Copia asks, forgetting his woes entirely. “With you???”

You look at the nurse. The nurse looks at you. And you both crack up laughing.

“That’s right, baby. I’m going to take you home.”

“For sex!?” He blurts out.

“Maybe after a nap.” You wheeze, resting your head on his shoulder and trying to not die laughing.

Across the room, the door shuts quickly, and even over Copia’s continued drug addled rambling, you can hear the sound of the nurse absolutely losing it all the way down the hall.

Copia gently pats the top of your head.

“Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight… because you’re sleepy. Gotcha!”

#ask prompt #copia x reader #fluff and nerds being nerds #wisdom teeth are a bitch #this man needs adult supervision #MDNI

[misteria247]

Gonna go on a little rant here spoilers below for Black Butler if you haven't caught up story plot wise-

Okay so after finding out Ciel's backstory, like the full backstory and finding out that he's actually the youngest brother out of a set of twins and finding out that he's not even really Ciel Phantomhive rereading the manga from the very beginning puts so many things into a whole new light.

Like Ciel's distaste for touch and shady nobles who are into things like black magic/the occult, and some of the meltdowns he's had like in the Circus arc and in the one German village arc. Or how he knows about the underground auctions involving missing people and children. It all suddenly makes so much sense in a horrifying way but I think that the saddest thing I'm noticing is just how obvious Ciel's reasons were for not telling the truth about his identity.

I'm in the current Jack the Ripper arc and Ciel's talking to his aunt, Madame Red and she confronts him about being the Watchdog of the Queen and she brings up what she believes to be his possible reasonings for taking up the position that once belonged to his father.

And throughout this entire speech not once does she ever hint at him specifically. Or rather who Ciel originally was before that horrific night on he and the actual Ciel's birthday. She mentions his parents, she mentions herself and his fiancee Elizabeth. But never once does she mention him. It's like Ciel (the younger twin we all personally know), never existed at all. Like as soon as he supposedly died in the fire that consumed the Phantomhive manor, it was like his very existence vanished into the void. The youngest twin forgotten about by the people who were supposed to love him unconditionally, just as they loved his older brother. Rereading this and remembering Ciel's internal dilemma about how he'd let his family know of his older brother's death and how he'd been legitimately scared by the knowledge that his family wouldn't want him back but rather Ciel instead, just makes this whole situation absolutely heartbreaking.

I mean can you imagine how he feels? How much that must actually hurt, hearing your loved ones praise you and tell you that they've wanted to protect you from the moment you were born, because they're under the impression that you're actually your dead older brother?? How much that hurts, knowing that if you'd returned as yourself that your loved ones would possibly come to resent you and your presence??? That every moment of every single day, you're reminded that the old you, the real you wasn't as loved and treasured as the you you're playing the role as now. Because the old you, was nothing more than the spare.

Like Jesus it's no damn wonder that Ciel never said a God damn thing about what had actually happened that night. Because how can you when you're constantly reminded in some way, shape or form that you will never be as wanted as your older brother.

Just, God damn Yana, you really know how to ruin people's hearts huh?

#oli talks #ooc #muns ramblings #mindless ramblings of a madman #black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler manga #black butler anime #kuroshitsuji manga #kuroshitsuji anime #black butler spoilers #kuroshitsuji spoilers #yana toboso #ciel phantomhive #madame red #black butler ciel #kuroshitsuji ciel #black butler madame red #kuroshitsuji madame red #this is honestly incredibly sad now knowing what I know good God can't this boy ever catch a God damn break???? #edit: adding onto this cuz people are apparently taking this in a weird way #(this is just my personal opinion please don't go for my throat)

[th3-0bjectivist]

Dear listener, I promise I’ll be back with more music in 24’. For now, let me share a personal lesson in music to all of those reading this. Sometimes, *the young* can influence your musical tastes. At the very start of 23’ I met a smart young Zoomer named Fen. Fen is my coworker for context. Before I met Fen, I thought Zoomers were completely unintelligible. Sorry Zoomers, it’s true, I judged all of you. But it was only based on the vast majority of interactions I had had with your generation up to that point. This young man was slightly different from his generation in that he could carry on detailed conversations on politics, environment, and music. In our conversations about music, he asked if I had ever heard of slowcore. I hadn’t. He played some slowcore for me in our company van. I enjoyed some of it and asked for a short-list of slowcore bands. Fen enthusiastically provided it. After listening to slowcore off-and-on for most of 23’, I can tell you I like it a lot. It’s all about quiet beginnings and then some sort of GRAND FINISH. And within this subgenre that I didn’t know existed, is a band called Low, and holy shit do they make some great music! This is a group that started off in 1993 and perished in 2022 with the death of their co-founder Mimi Parker. Starting off with some very restrained and quiet melodies to suit the bar crowds they were originally playing for; this standard band beginning was followed by their own personal boom on college radio and proceeded by a second album and a European tour with Radiohead. Suddenly, the band began to take on electronic influences to supplement their tunes and even started to take a stab at some rather thunderous post-rock jams. While the creative approach of slowcore (as a whole) is generally minimalist and relies on slow tempos to find its structure, this group for nearly three decades attempted to elegantly place as many branches on the slowcore tree as humanly possible without burning out in the process. Talented, poetic and creators of some of the saddest material I listened to in 23’, this group’s extensive catalog more than kept me going from track to track in a frenzy. Having emerged from mere nightclubs in Minneapolis, Low’s legacy is one of eventual international success as their music has been featured in commercials and movies. They also happen to bear the distinction of being one of those bands that you’ve invariably heard in passing but could never put a band name to the tune. If you smash play, you will be treated to Dinosaur Act from their 2001 album Things We Lost in the Fire. Enjoy!

Imagine my surprise when I was doing research for this post and realized that both slowcore and Low were from the 90’s... my generation. Sometimes Zoomers have the information that you just don’t, folks! Thanks Fen, consider my know-it-all millennial ass humbled! I will soon be taking a break from Tumblr to recharge my mental battery. Just wanted to stop and thank the THOUSANDS of occipital lobes that have tuned in for a taste of my personal musical library on Tumblr for the past… going on half a decade! Image source: https://www.uncut.co.uk/features/low-interview-duluth-february-2011-35017/

#slowcore #sadcore #low #dinosaur act #music on tumblr #music #audio #audio video #art rock #post rock

[averagefairy]

one of the saddest things is if my boyfriend and i ever broke up i would literally never be able to play stardew valley again because of the thousands of hours we’ve played together like there’s just no way. and that’s possibly more devastating than anything i can imagine

[rosie-kairi]

Aight lads I have come once again to break hearts because Lauriam and Ven have me in a chokehold and this is the saddest yet. Also I am in no way a competent writer so if any of your mutuals or followers want to take these ideas and run with it please by all means go ahead I will be lurking on ao3 waiting for fics and ready with kudos.

Biggest #1 change. Everything is the same except Ventus is actually Lauriam and Strelitzia's actual little brother. Their parents died when Ven was a toddler so 9-year-old Lauriam was now a single parent to his two younger siblings so the protective instinct runs deep.

Since Ven doesn't really remember their parents whenever he tries to picture them all he can see is Lauriam who would comfort him when he woke up from a bad dream, who wrapped him in blankets and sang him lullabies, who helped him learn to tie his shoes button his buttons and zip his zippers. Ven still feels lonely because obviously he loves his siblings and they do spend time together but there's quite an age gap (Lauriam is probably 6 years older and Strelitzia is probably 4 years older). So when they get keyblades Ven is among if not the youngest keyblade wielder and when all your peers are preteens/teens/young adults well it's no surprise no one wants an 8 year old Ven to tag along.

This means when Darkness possesses Ven it's like way more purposeful, he lures Strelitzia into the house and she quickly picks up something is wrong. She draws her keyblade demanding Ven be released and Darkness speaks to her through Ven that he's weak and it would be so easy to end him and just to taunt her has him hold his own keyblade ready to slice his throat. Strelitzia is naturally terrified for her baby brother and quickly switches to begging. She can't fight him afraid he'll get hurt and pleads to spare his life. Darkness then asks if she would take his place and Strelitzia agrees. So she willingly lets Darkness kill her to save Ven, he still watched the murder happen but was in a daze so his memories are hazy.

This of course makes the later confrontation like 10x worse Ven feels so so guilty he feels he should've died and has to repent Lauriam is dealing with grief and crushing failure and in a moment of weakness takes it out on Ven. so when Ven goes to trap Darkness within himself Lauriam is far more panicked but is still unable to stop him.

So imagine Lauriam making the jump forward in time. If they get separated he's now lost both his siblings possibly for good and if they travel together then he's powerless to stop xehanort from tearing Ven in two and the last thing he sees is his 12 year old brother left dying on the ground never able to properly make up for his constant failure.

OUGHHH. GHGHUH

Ventus being their biological little brother..... I am a sucker for that lil idea (thinks about the omori au thing). Also. lol at single parent lauriam. boy experiences the crushing pains of being a single father to two children at the tender age of 9. Any guy can be a babygirl but it takes a real man to be a single mother y'know.

I think that makes the Strelitzia situation worse in both character's perspectives. You are Ventus and you discover that you got you older sister killed. You are Lauriam and you have just been told that your baby brother- the boy you practically raised- was indirectly responsible for the death of your younger sister. What do either of you do in that situation? That's not something you can really come back from.

And all of those horrible things happening to Ven when Lauriam can do nothing about it. Ough.

(I think I'm gonna be tagging this saga as "Windflower Family Fun Times!!!!" because 1. organizational purposes 2. windflower is a cute name for this duo and 3. no one here is having a fun time.)

#ask rosie a question! #anon ask #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts union x #khux #windflower family fun times! #kh ventus #kh lauriam #kh strelitzia #ventus #lauriam #strelitzia

[toomuchracket]

thinking about a cliché romcom moment. u and Matty have had a tumultuous relationship. ur in love w him and u think he has just strung u along for the last couple of years. u finally call it quits. and so ur alone in ur flat, feeling sick because the Brit awards are on TV tonight and now all u can think about is Matty. u don’t watch it- that would hurt too much. so u are sat in ur living room, reading a book (or rather looking at a book, while none of it goes in). it’s been over for three weeks now. you’ve been doing your best to get out of bed and to work every day. Matty, as far as ur concerned, has gone back on tour and hasn’t thought of u since (not true!). u imagine him accepting an award tonight: ever charismatic and beautiful. u imagine the after party: a ceremony you became part of over your few years knowing Matty. it would start with him across the room, holding court with various people. then, throughout the night, he’d work his way over to you. you’d dance. you’d go home with him. and the next morning, you’d wake up to him gone and a text like: ‘had to go, you looked too cute to wake. have breakfast before you leave darling x’. and those words, with their tenderness, would string you along to the next hookup. it wasn’t just sex. it was hearing songs before they were released (and laying awake at night, considering which lyrics could possibly be about you). and it was long conversations on his sofa, passing a zoot between you. and it was Matty drawing u and insisting u stayed still. it was everything but ‘I love you’ and an official label. you ended it on your birthday. he was a no show at your party (though he did apologise fervently and send flowers). he didn’t fight it as much as you had hoped.

so, you’ve been in recovery. And now it’s brits night. at about 9PM, the doorbell buzzes. you ignore it, which has become routine. but it keeps buzzing. and keeps buzzing. so eventually, you relent and go to the intercom. it might be a friend in need or something important. what you absolutely don’t expect is to hear Matty on the other side.

“hi darling, it’s Matty.”

you gulp. and your stomach leaps. and you consider how strange it is he had to tell you his name; as if you wouldn’t know from the first syllable. would he not recognise your voice just as quickly?

“…what?” Is all you can manage to squeak out.

“can I come up? I need to see you.”

you say yes without thinking. it’s like tossing yourself off of the hill all over again because you’ll surely be left in a heap at the bottom once more.

and when he’s in your doorway, you’re a rabbit in the headlights. he is in a suit, and he looks all neat and tidy. as if he had been on a red carpet an hour ago…

it turns out he left the awards show, after having the cliché romcom epiphany. and he tells you he loves you and how he wants to get it right this time. how he has always loved you, to an extent that terrified him so he could never commit.

you don’t give in completely. over the next few months, he works for it. he works for your trust and a relationship. he shows up consistently and never lets u down again. and he often apologises for it all. you wake up in the middle of the night to him staring at the ceiling sometimes, and when you ask what’s up, he just says he’s sorry for it all and pulls you into him. this happens every now and then until your next birthday, where you make him promise he’ll stop apologising so you can start afresh that year.

and yeah! that’s my idea <3

THIS IS INCREDIBLE HELLO?????? "he didn't fight it as much as you had hoped" is the saddest thing i have EVER read. the whole thing is giving me tswift the other side of the door "after everything i must confess i... need you" vibes. and him always apologising - thinking about you doing the dishes or something, an instance where he used to come up behind you and hug you and just breathe you in and kiss your neck and your cheek, and him stepping so so tentatively closer to you unsure if he'd earned the right to do all that again. so he just gently presses his face to the back of your head, and when you don't protest that he brings his hands to rest on your hips, taking a deep breath and saying "i am so so sorry for how i treated you". one of your hands brushes against his on your hip, and he panics thinking you're about to shove it away; instead, though, you stroke his hand gently and move it to wrap around your body, and matty exhales and brings the other one around to match. you don't speak - you don't need to. it's confirmation that he's getting a second chance, and he will absolutely not fuck it up this time <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #angst asks #fluff asks