#i wanted to trigger tag this just in case

[wosospacegirl]

Nice try - Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia thinks buying Y/N clothes is a love language.

Word count: 1.9k

..

Y/n was on a mission.

A quiet, stealthy, slightly ridiculous mission that involved tiptoeing out of their house in a hoodie three sizes too big–Alexia’s, obviously–wearing the one pair of jeans she had left, which was now very much ripped across the knee and suspiciously breezy in the back.

She couldn’t let Alexia see her like this. 

If Alexia so much as sensed that Y/n needed new clothes, she would materialise out of thin air with a platinum credit card and the entire spring collection of three different Spanish designers. 

She had done it before. Alba had mentioned once that she liked a certain purse, and boom: three purses, delivered, and a casual “I thought this one looked better on you” from Alexia like she hadn’t just dropped €2,000 for fun.

So no. Y/n was not about to become the next victim.

She waited until Alexia left for training, counted five extra minutes–just in case she forgot her water bottle and came back, because that had happened before, too–, and then bolted.

Half an hour later, she was crouched behind a rack of trousers in a little boutique downtown, trying to decide between two identical pairs of black pants. Y/n could only afford one, and god forbid she buy two- otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to treat herself at the super overpriced coffee shop near her university."

She pulled out her phone to check her bank balance. She looked at the number and sighed. Maybe she could give some tutoring? She could make some extra money off of that.

Just as she was about to put her phone away, a text appeared.

Alexia: Where are you?

Y/n blinked. Hesitated.

Y/n: uni

Alexia: You don’t have any classes on Wednesdays.

Y/n: I do

That was weak. She knew it. Alexia definitely knew it.

Alexia: You left your location on, amor.

Y/n froze, eyes wide. Her thumb hovered uselessly above her screen. God, she was so bad at lying. She needed to delete Life360 or whatever tracker Alexia had installed under the guise of “safety.”

Then another text:

Alexia: I love buying things. Why didn’t you wait for me? I wanted to go too.

“Shit,” she muttered, glancing over her shoulder like Alexia might already be walking in, designer sunglasses and euro bills in hand.

..

Y/n stood in the fitting room, staring at the two pairs of pants and two shirts draped over her arm like they weighed a thousand kilos. 

It felt indulgent. Excessive. Reckless, even. 

She’d been holding out for months–mending ripped seams, rotating the same three outfits, saying it was trying to create a minimalist approach to life–but now her last decent pair of pants had betrayed her with a dramatic rip, and here she was. 

Four items. Four. Her chest tightened like she had just maxed out a credit card. It didn’t matter that they were basics or on sale…Just the idea of buying more than one thing made her skin crawl with guilt. 

Alexia would’ve walked in and cleared a whole rack without blinking, but Y/n wasn’t like that. She could already hear her own voice in her head: 

This is too much. You don’t need all this. Put one back. Put two back. Hell, put all of it back and make peace with your tragic wardrobe.

Still locked in that mental spiral, Y/n approached the register like she was walking into a courtroom, bracing for judgment. The cashier scanned the tags with a chirpy rhythm that made her stomach twist, and then, just as she reached for her card, he smiled brightly.

“Looks like you’re all set. Mrs. Putellas already paid for everything.”

Y/n stared at him like he’d just slapped her.

“Excuse me?” she asked, blinking slowly.

The man at the counter, mid-30s, smiley, clearly unaware of the emotional warfare he had just triggered, tilted his head. 

“Mrs. Putellas has already paid.” He said louder, as if Yn didn’t hear him the first time.  “Isn’t that sweet?”

Y/n’s right eye twitched.

“She what?” she asked, her voice flat, her soul leaving her body.

He grinned, still clearly thinking this was a romantic surprise moment.

“She paid remotely. It happens all the time- oh, and she left a note! Said to tell you ‘nice try, amor.’”

Y/n’s mouth dropped open.

“I...” she muttered, absolutely seething. “Fuck Alexia.”

“Would you like me to pack it as a gift?” he offered weakly, now aware he may have stepped into a silent couple war.

Y/n took a deep, cleansing breath. Then she smiled, the type of smile that would have made Alexia very nervous had she been present.

“No,” Y/n said sweetly. “But do you sell running shoes? Mrs. Putellas gonna need them.”

..

Y/n didn’t slam the front door, but only because she knew Alexia had expensive taste in hinges.

Storming into the living room with her shopping bags like they were the physical manifestation of betrayal, she found Alexia exactly where she expected her to be: lounged on the sofa, one leg tucked under her, hair in a clip, and eyes glued to the TV where a replay of Barça’s last match played in glorious 4K.

Alexia barely glanced away from the screen as Y/n stepped in front of it, blocking the entire view. 

Her response? A contented little sigh and the casual press of a warm hand to Y/n’s waist.

“Hola, amor,” she murmured, gently leaning over and kissing Y/n’s belly over her shirt. “Can you just take one tiny step to the side so I can see Patri’s goal again? It was so clean–”

“No,” Y/n said, not moving an inch. “Alexia. What the hell?”

Alexia blinked up at her, all wide-eyed and falsely innocent. “What?”

Y/n lifted a shopping bag and shook it gently. “How many times have I asked you not to buy me things?”

“I didn’t buy you anything,” Alexia replied, with the slow, smug calm of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. “I just paid for them. It’s different.”

Y/n gaped. “It’s not different!”

“It is in my heart.” Alexia gave her a cheeky smile and tugged gently at her waist to try and coax her aside. “Also, you picked them yourself. So technically, I just… assisted.”

“You hacked the store’s payment system.”

“I used Apple Pay.”

“Same thing,” Y/n muttered, flopping dramatically onto the sofa beside her, pout on her face.

Alexia leaned in, voice low and teasing. “You really think pouting is going to stop me?”

“Shut up.”

“You’re welcome, amor”

Y/n buried her face in a throw pillow to muffle the sound, leaving her body.

The game carried on, with Y/n begrudgingly sinking into the sofa next to Alexia.

Every now and then, Alexia’s eyes would flicker over to Y/n, a smug little grin tugging at her lips, especially when she could feel the weight of Y/n’s tension beside her. 

But for the most part, they watched the game in comfortable silence–well, as comfortable as it could be with Y/n trying not to think about how Alexia had yet again spent her money on her.

As the final whistle blew and the game wrapped up, Y/n sighed deeply, finally leaning back into the sofa. 

She didn’t look at Alexia, didn’t even glance at her. The silence was only broken when Alexia’s grin widened.

“Amor,” Alexia whispered, urging Y/n to sit on her lap, which she did. 

Alexia’s hand naturally found its place at Y/n’s waist, then slowly moved up to her ribs, her thumb gently brushing over the soft fabric of Y/n’s shirt before it lingered on her breast.

Y/n gently took Alexia’s hand and placed it on her own lap, giving her a tired look. “No.”

Alexia’s grin faltered, her hand staying still on Y/n’s lap as she tilted her head in confusion. 

“No? Por que?”

Y/n sighed, shifting to face her, a soft but serious look in her eyes. 

“I don’t like it when you buy me things. I don’t want you throwing money at me like that. I don’t want you to do that, Alexia.”

Alexia’s eyes softened, brows knitting together as she reached out again, this time brushing a lock of hair from Y/n’s face. 

“Amor, I don’t… I don’t mean to make you feel bad. I just love you, and I want you to be comfortable. To have things you like. To have what you deserve.”

Y/n looked at her, her chest tightening, feeling the warmth of Alexia’s hand on her face.

“I know you do,” she whispered. “But I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep doing this for me. I don’t need it. I just want you.”

Alexia leaned forward and kissed her–just a soft, grounding peck on the lips. Nothing flashy. Just presence.

“I hear you,” Alexia murmured as she pulled back slightly, eyes scanning Y/n’s face. “I will ease up on it”

“Ease up?”

“Yes,” Alexia nodded, ever-so-slightly proud. “I will not buy as many things.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Good.”

There was a beat of silence.

“But what if…” Alexia started, tone far too casual, “We settle on an amount of money?”

Y/n stared at her. “What?”

Alexia’s fingers danced lightly against Y/n’s side, like that might distract her. “Like, I’m allowed to spend up to a certain amount on you. Weekly.”

“…Are you giving yourself an allowance to spoil me?”

“Sí,” Alexia replied with a completely straight face.

Y/n groaned. “Alexia. That is not how allowances work.”

“It is now,” Alexia said brightly. “Like a budget. Very responsible.”

Y/n slumped forward and buried her face in her girlfriend’s shoulder. “Alexia! How can you be so stubborn!”

“Not stubborn, just full of love,” Alexia whispered, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s temple.

Y/n didn’t move. “What’s the allowance, then?”

“€1000.”

Y/n pulled back, eyes wide. “That’s a weekly allowance?!”

Alexia shrugged, totally unfazed. “It used to be unlimited.”

Y/n stared at her in exhausted silence.

“Would you like to negotiate?” Alexia offered sweetly.

“I’d like to remove myself from this financial arrangement.”

“You can’t, mi amor. I used my allowance to buy exclusive rights.”

“Alexia.”

Alexia grinned. “I like spoiling you. Not my fault.”

“It’s totally your fault,” Y/n said deadpanned.

“You’re like…my spoiled puppy,” Alexia teased, gently cupping Y/n’s jaw.

“No. No puppies, no allowances, no—stop looking at me like that.” Y/n pointed an accusatory finger as Alexia batted her lashes and tilted her head. 

“This is serious.” Y/n insisted. “You’re literally bribing me with clothes.”

“I’m investing in your happiness,” Alexia corrected smoothly.

Y/n squinted at her, voice low and dangerous. “I’m going to make you regret this.”

Alexia just smiled. “You’re so pretty when you’re mad, bebé.”

“You will regret this,” Y/n muttered as she stood, snatching one of the shopping bags. “Every time you see me wearing these, I want you to remember I almost bought them myself.”

Alexia watched her go, the proudest smirk tugging at her lips. “That’s my girl.”

Y/n turned back just long enough to glare. “And no sending me shoes to match!”

“I already pressed 'order,'” Alexia called sweetly.

Y/n’s groan could be heard from three rooms away.

Alexia just chuckled to herself, collapsing back onto the sofa.

“Worth every euro.”

[meganwritesfanfics]

How to Save a Life (Dr. Jack Abbott x Reader) Part 1

Part 2 Part 3

Word Count: 1613

TRIGGER WARNING: Discussion of firearms, women being threatened.

I altered the show's timeline slightly to make my story work. I will continue to post parts, if you would like to be included in the tag list, comment down below.

“Resuscitation efforts discontinued at 14:51,” Robby said and she felt like see had been been punched in chest. Kid loses always hit everyone hard. Especially a drowning. Y/N’s eyes locked with Robby’s as the mother of the lost girl screamed with grief. She just shook her head as she bolted from the room, not wanting anyone to see her tears. She always felt like so weak when she lost it after losing a patient. She had been a doctor for 10 years, it should affect her as much anymore. But the hard cases always got to her. 

“Caring does not make you weak,” She could hear her husbands voice in her head say as she reached for the necklace he gave her. “It makes you a better doctor.” 

She stumbled out to the ambulance bay, taking a deep breath. The cool air filled her lungs and she felt like she could breathe. She wiped some tears away as she pulled out her phone, pulling up Jack’s contact. She knew he would be waking up soon if he wasn’t already. They had a tradition of texting one another if something happened at work that upset them. Sometimes it was easier for Jack to write down his feelings than it was to speak them out loud. Y/N appreciated him sharing in whatever form made him feel the most comfortable. And Y/N always knew the best things to say to make him feel better.

“Just had a really rough case. Lost them. Just wanted to remind you that I love you more than anything in this world, and you make me incredibly happy.” 

“You have time for a call Doctor?” A text shot back and Y/N smiled as she hit call. 

“What are you doing up?” She laughed. 

“Ugh, you know I can’t sleep without you next to me.” Jack said groggily. “What’s going on Doll.” 

“It was a six year old kid, Jack. Drowned.” Y/N said her emotions coming to the surface again. “She was trying to save her little sister.” 

Jack remained silent just listening as Y/N explained everything they tried to do to save the girl. “Oh darling, I’m so sorry” 

“I just kept thinking, what if it was our baby lying on that table.” Her hand instinctively hovered over her stomach. Neither of them had told anyone yet, but Y/N was about 8 weeks pregnant. 

“Y/N, you can’t think like that. If you connect every lost kid to our baby, you are going to go insane.” 

“I know. It’s just hard.” Y/N sighed. 

“Well, just think, in a few more hours, you will be home with me, I will make us dinner, and then we can do whatever you want to take your mind off the day.” 

“Oh anything I want Doctor Abbott that sounds like you have something dirty in mind.” Suddenly Y/N felt something heavy and blunt against the base of her skull. 

In one ear she could hear Jack talking about all the things he wanted to do with her. In the other ear, she heard someone whisper. 

“Hang up the fucking phone. Now.” 

“Jack, honey, I have to go. I love you so fucking much.” She said and she quickly hung up, just as she heard Jack call her name questioningly. 

As soon as the phone was hung up and put in her pocket, Y/N felt an arm wrap around her chest pulled her roughly back as the barrel of a gun was placed against her temple. 

“Inside. Now.” The voice snapped as he started to drag her inside. 

Her mind was a blur as they came in through ambulance bay doors. She immediately saw the look of horror on everyones face as they came in. 

“Listen here!” The voice screamed. “I want to be treated fairly, I want to be seen by a doctor!” 

Y/N saw Robby come into main area and his eye went wide. 

“I need everyone to calm down.” Robby said with as much composer as he could, but in his head he was full on panicked. “Sir, I need you to let my resident go.” 

“No. Not until I am fucking seen. I have been waiting for hours and no one has seen me yet. It’s not fair. So I am going to get someone to help me, or so help me God I won’t hesitate to shoot her.” 

Ahmad took a step forward but the minute he did, the man cocked the gun and Y/N flinched. 

“Don’t you fucking move, you piece of shit, I’m not joking I will kill her. I need you all to take me seriously!” 

“Mr. Driscoll, we are taking you very seriously…” Robby said hands up his eyes looking over at Y/N’s scared form, trying to figure out some way to get her out of this. 

“Well then who is going to treat me!” Doug screamed as he swung the gun out at the rest of the group causing everyone to duck for cover. 

“I will!” Y/N screamed. “I will treat you! Just don’t point the gun at anyone else, just at me got it.” She negotiated and she could feel her phone buzzing in her pocket. Jack. Her heart broke, she hoped that by seeing this patient she could deescilate the situation. But she also knew that if he was going to these extremes, there was a higher than likely chance this could end in violence. 

“Y/N.” Robby said shaking his head.

“Listen Mr. Driscoll. I have been a doctor for 10 years. I am confident that I can get you the care you deserve.” 

“Finally, that’s all I’m asking. Was that so fucking hard!” Driscoll screamed. “Now,” He said as he started to drag her toward the empty room he could see. “If I so much as see a cop, things won’t end well for…” He leaned over to read her badge. “Dr. Abbott here. Is that clear?” 

“Mr. Driscoll, this is…” Robby started again but Driscoll quickly moved the gun to under Y/N’s chin shoving her face up so she was looking at the ceiling.

“I said is that fucking clear!” He screamed and Y/N could feel a tear roll down her cheek. 

“Crystal.” Robby snapped a look of pure rage in his eyes. 

Everyone watched in silence as Doug Driscoll dragged Y/N into one of the exam rooms and shut both doors. 

“Robby.” Dana said panicked. 

“We need to start moving all the other patients elsewhere for their safety. Also we need to…” He started but he could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. 

He pulled it out to see he had multiple missed texts and calls from Jack. 

“What’s going on with Y/N. She sounded weird when she hung up the phone.” 

“Robby, I’m worried about Y/N.” 

“Can you just let me know if she is tied up right now. She’s not answering me and I just want to make sure she is ok.” 

Robby sighed. He didn’t want to make this phone call, and he knew what the outcome would be, but he knew Jack deserved to know. 

“Is that Jack?” Dana asked. 

“Yeah.” 

“You want me to call him.” 

“No, I got this, go try to calm down the newbies. And let’s get everyone moving.” He sighed as he pulled out his phone, his eyes still fixed on the room Y/N was in. 

“Robby, brother, thanks for calling, Y/N sounded really weird on the phone and I swear to God  I heard another voice in the background I know it’s probably silly, but I got this gut feeling…” Abbott started. 

“Jack.” Robby cut him off and Jack instantly went silent. 

“What’s wrong?” Jack said fear filling him instantly. 

“There has been an incidence. A disgruntled patient and he…” Robby hesitated. 

“Is she ok?” Jack asked and Robby could hear the sound of rustling as he was sure Jack was starting to rush out the door. 

“She’s ok, but the patient brought in a gun. He currently is holding her hostage in one of the exam rooms.” 

“Fuck!” Jack screamed and Robby heard the sound of Jack’s truck peeling out of the driveway. 

“Jack if you are coming here I need you to remain calm and level headed ok. That’s the only way we are going to get Y/N out ok.” 

“I’m not going to remain calm! He’s got my girl Robby. And she…” Jack hesitated his voice catching in his throat. “Have you called the cops?” 

“Not yet, I need to get all the other patients somewhere safe, and I need to talk to Gloria. And he threatened to kill Y/N if he saw any cops.” 

“I’m on my way, please don’t call the cops until I get there. I’m only about 5 minutes out.” 

“Jack you live 15 minutes away how the fuck are you already…” 

“I really don’t give a shit about speed limits right now.” Jack screamed before he let out a loud sigh. “Micheal, I can’t lose her.” 

“Don’t think like that ok, we are no where near that point. This guy is just pissed off but I think once he gets what he needs I think he will be gone.” Robby tried to reassure. 

“She’s pregnant, we haven’t told anyone yet because it is still super early.” Jack said and Robby could hear him breaking. 

“Jack, I am going to do everything in my power to make sure she is safe.” Micheal insisted. But he couldn’t help but feel that this situation was not going to end well. 

[mwahgo]

HOT GIRL AND HER LOSER BOYFRIEND

— RE2! Leon S. Kennedy x Fem! Reader (Resident Evil)

: ̗̀➛ Summary: Nobody believes the new police rookie is dating a famous, hot model.

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 2.2k

: ̗̀➛ Content Tags: TW: Mentions of sexual harassment (if it triggered you, pls scroll), one misogynistic sentence, teasing, fluff, leon being embarrassed, yelling (not from Leon), no outbreak AU

Mwahgo's Notes: Sorry for the constant changes on the style, still trying to find it😭

“Kennedy, you’re 5 minutes late,” Marvin Branagh scolded the young rookie, Leon as he entered inside the Raccoon City police station. The rookie sweatdropped nervously as Marvin sighed before letting him go as Leon sprinted to his desk. A small pile of paper works already sat on his desk as he sighed softly, remembering those were the unfinished felony reports he did yesterday. The atmosphere in the police station is rather usual, the sound of heavy boots walking around the station, the talk between officers about recent cases or the loud ringing of the police cars outside as they patrol the streets of Raccoon City. These sounds are usual for Leon as continues writing down reports when he took a glance on the small frame on the corner of his desk, a picture of his college graduation, Leon smiling and a pretty girl beside him, pulling him down to kiss his cheek. Leon smiled at the memory, graduating with his college sweetheart.

Leon placed his books inside his locker as students walked around the hallways, trying to get to their classes. As he blends in with the students, you walked past by him and it instantly caught his attention, his eyes widening at your beauty as you walked down the halls with confidence. Until you suddenly tripped and fell—well, intentionally tripped and fell as Leon gasped. A group of girls giggled beside you, “That’s what you get for acting like you own the place,” They sneered before walking off.

Leon took the courage to help you up, but you held up your palm before standing up on your own two feet as you dusted off your clothes, “What fucking assholes, they keep picking on me,” You scowled, rolling your eyes.

Leon looked at her with concern, “A-Are you okay?” He asked.

“O-Oh uhh… Yeah, I’m fine,” You answered before pulling out a small mirror from your bag. Leon watched you intently as you observe if your makeup was ruined or smeared but thankfully, you sighed in relief as you placed the mirror back in your bag.

“You said they’ve been picking on you, have you told the professors?” Leon asked as you looked at him, confused.

“Me? Telling the professors?” You scoffed, “I told them multiple times, but they just never gave a fuck. So I just gave up or whatever..” You grumbled as Leon looked at you with sympathy.

“Look, I-I can go and help you. I saw them tripping your foot and insulting you. I can be a witness,” Leon insisted as you shook your head.

“It doesn’t matter, as long as I can prove to them I still have my confidence,” You turned to him, smirking, “They can’t stop me,” You said before you walked off. Leon blushed at your confidence as he watched you walking down the hallway to your first class. He never seen such natural confidence from someone before, let alone from someone getting picked on. You didn’t let others step on you—bring you down because you know to yourself that you can’t let them have the upper hand and Leon admires you for that.

You and Leon continue to see each other after your first encounter. You have your circle of friends, he has his own circle of friends—but in the end, you both still hangout and study together, visit each other’s dorms and just talk about random things. Feelings have developed—you both knew, and on a random school dance night, he held your hand as you both dance slowly with the melodic song. You stare at each others eyes as Leon leans down and whispered to your ear, “I want to admit something,”

You giggled at his secrecy, “What is it? That you were the one who burned the egg and triggered the fire alarm?” You joked as he laughed along, but turning back to being serious.

“No, but seriously..” He trailed off, “… I wanna tell you that.. I’ve liked you for a while,” He blushed.

Your eyes widened, mouth ajar at his confession, “I was attracted with… How confident you are, you’re selfless and just…” He trailed off, “.. Absolutely amazing,” He grinned.

Your smile couldn’t go any wider as you leaned up and kissed his lips. He let out a muffled gasp until he melted in your lips. You pulled away, blushing, eyes gleaming with happiness, “I’m glad. I like you too, Leon,” You said.

He gasped softly before his lips breaks into a grin before he kisses your forehead out of happiness as he pulls you in a hug while you both continue to dance slowly, together in each other’s embrace.

After your graduation, you moved to a different state to pursue your modeling career and Leon went to Raccoon City to seek out his path as a police. So far, you and Leon are handling the long distance relationship—you often have late night calls, sending each other letters or visit each other’s state but now, you have been very busy because of your schedules and Leon just handles paperwork, patrol around the city and capture bad guys. His cop life isn’t as hectic as your modeling life but you both get to manage to update one another about your job life.

Leon leaned back on his chair before stretching his arms out, already sore from writing out these reports as he gazed outside, thinking about you. You haven’t been sending him updates about what is happening with you, but he trusts your just handling a lot of stuff. The last update that he got was a letter from you—telling him that you have a photoshoot for a magazine and you were so excited. He smiled at remembering that letter, he can sense the excitement in your writing because this is what you like doing, being pretty in front of the camera and showing off your confidence.

“Hey, Kennedy. You on break?” Someone called as Leon turned to see his colleagues. With all the time reminiscing about your relationship, he didn’t notice it was break time already.

“O-Oh yeah, I’m on break,” He answered as he pushed away his work stuff before pulling out his lunch for today, “Say Leon, you’re quite the good looking guy to be a police,” One of his colleagues commented, “You got a girlfriend?” They asked.

Leon’s eyes sparkled when they asked about his relationship status as he grabbed the framed picture and showed it to them, “Yeah and this is her. It’s our graduation picture together,” He pointed at you in the picture.

His colleagues looked at him like he was crazy, I mean, why is he pointing at you, (Y/N), one of the most well known and hottest model ever? Is he nuts? One of them placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder and sighed, “We understand you, Leon. Everyone has their own celebrity crushes,”

Leon furrowed his eyebrows, confused at their comment, “N-No guys, I’m serious. She’s actually my girlfriend, we met at college and we started dating ever since,” He explained.

They snickered, “Yeah whatever, I don’t think a really famous model would date a cop like you,”

One of them glanced at them, “We never know, maybe she likes a private life? That’s why she dated a non-celebrity?” They questioned.

They continue talking about their speculation on you and Leon’s relationship, if it’s really true or maybe Leon is a lying bastard who wants to impress people with his stories. Leon frowned, but he saw it coming, if he proclaimed to the world that he’s dating you, people might give him the side eye and ignore, maybe even hate him for being so delusional.

“What are you all chatting about?” Marvin’s authoritative voice echoed as he walked over to the group.

“Oh hey, sergeant. We’re just talking about Leon’s ‘relationship’ with (Y/N),” They answered, quoting the “relationship”, “Look, he even has a picture with her,” They took the picture frame from Leon’s desk.

“I’m telling you, man it’s real!” Leon snapped.

Marvin took a good look at the picture frame, examining it, “Well, it doesn’t look edited to me,” He answered.

He was met with groans of disappointment, hoping they can drag Marvin in the teasing as well as the doors of the Raccoon City police station busted open and a woman’s yelling echoed inside, “OH! YOU ARE SO DEAD TO ME LAWYER WHEN HE HEARS THIS!”

The group glanced over as a woman in a pink fur coat, shades over her head and her white heels clack on the tiles. She is accompanied with a timid woman holding some papers and a bodyguard—who is dragging a man with his arms around his back. She approached the front desk with sheer determination, “Hello officer, I would like to report for sexual harassment,” She demanded.

Leon’s eyes widened when he saw the girl, it was you, in your cute, pink outfit as you demanded an officer to file a case. The group of officers listened in with your conversation, “What seems to be the case, Ma’am?” The officer at the front desk asked.

“This man over here just did the most vile thing—he grope my secretary’s butt in broad daylight!” You yelled, pointing an finger at him.

The man scoffed, “Fuck you mean, do you even have fucking proof?” He argued as he struggled under the tight hold of your bodyguard.

“Of course I have proof, I WAS RIGHT BESIDE HER!” You screamed, your voiced boomed inside the police station.

The man rolled his eyes, “Whatever, you women think you’re so great, when all you should do is strip naked and let the guys use you!” He taunted, angrily.

You gasped dramatically at the insult as your palm met his cheek, the loud slap echoed in the police station as your secretary held you back, “Ma’am, please don’t make it worse for you here!”

The group of officers realized the situation is getting heated and they stood up from their seats and assess the problem, “Take this man to the interrogation room, so that we can calm down the situation,” Marvin ordered as they take man to a different room.

“You’re lucky she’s holding me back or else I would’ve beat you up!” You yelled, angrily as you hastily fixed your fur coat, “And you on the other hand, why won’t you let me report him? He groped you in the middle of the street where everyone can see,” You scolded your secretary as she looked down to the floor, ashamed.

“Ma’am, we’ll take you to the interrogation room if you can please calm down,” Marvin said

You sighed as you fixed yourself, “I’m fine, just do something about that man. He can’t be let out in the streets,” You demanded as Marvin nodded.

You glanced around and saw a familiar blonde hair and blue eyes as you gasped excitedly, “OH MY GOD! MY BABY!”

Quickly, you ran up to Leon and jumped in his embrace—your legs wrapped around his torso as you littered kisses all over his face, your lipstick imprinting kiss marks on his cheeks, “Hi baby, how are you? I’m so sorry I haven’t been sending you anything, I was just so busy and…” You started ranting about your hectic schedule as Leon looked around and the police officers stood there in shock on how affectionate you are with him.

“Uhm.. Baby, I hate to say this but you’re still in the station,” You looked at him confusedly and realized. Your eyes widened as you got off his embrace and blushed shyly, “I’m so sorry. We haven’t seen each other for a while,”

They all dismissed the situation but they still couldn’t believe it—their rookie cop, Leon is actually dating you, a famous and hot model. You were everyone’s icon for fashion and everyone admire you because of your beauty alone, and yet your here, flirting with Leon.

“Had you have your lunch, baby?” You questioned.

Leon scratched his head, “Well… I had a small lunch but—” as soon as he answered that you cut him off.

“That can’t be! You should be full so that you can work properly!” You exclaimed, “How about we have lunch to that restaurant downtown?” You grinned.

Leon sheepishly blushed, “R-Right now?! But—” You turned away to call your secretary.

“Can you cancel all of my plans for today? I wanna spend some time with my boyfriend,” You ordered.

She looked at you in shock, “Wh-What?! But you have an interview at 2,” She reminded, flipping through the clipboard.

You rolled your eyes, “And? I wanna spend time with my boyfriend instead of some boring interview,” You whined.

She gave you a look before sighing, “You are the boss” she mumbled under her breathe as she started crossing out every plan.

You giggled before dragging Leon by his arm, on the way out of the police station, “This is gonna be so exciting, I miss you so much,” You leaned up to kiss his lips.

Leon chuckled as he kisses you back, “I miss you too,” He grinned as you both walked to the downtown restaurant, finally together in each other’s arms.

[theresatzu]

Olive Branch - Part 4

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Pairings. Isagi Yoichi x reader

Starring. Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, OCs & reader insert

Tags. estranged friendship, unrequited love, marriage, pining, seperation arc, burned house, forced proximity, fluff & crack

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Waking up to the smell of freshly baked pancakes and sweet pasteries was something every human being would appreciate.

Sadly, that was not the case for you.

A blaring alarm reverberated throughout the house, shaking you out of your sleep and straight into your fight-or-flight mode.

The pungent air of smoke infiltrated your nostrils, making your eyes wide in panic.

Was this another fire? Would history repeat itself?

And that so soon?

Hastily, you ran out of your room and flew down the stairs.

"Where is the fire? Do we need to evacuate?!" You panted, rushing into the kitchen.

"Oh, hey Y/n!" Bachira greeted.

"Don't "Oh, hey Y/n" me!"

"Uh... Fancy a toast?"

Bachira turned around, holding a burned something in his hands that, when you squinted your eyes, you could distinguish as a piece of bread that was now a burned to the crisp loaf.

You wanted to shake him. How could he act so calm when the alarm was literally bursting your eardrums?!

You quickly scanned the kitchen. "Where's the fire?!"

"Fire?" Bachira raised an eyebrow. "Oh! You mean the alarm going off! Ah, no worries, that's just a daily occurrence. Always happens when I'm making breakfast."

"What? Breakfast?" You tilted your head, confused.

"So there's no fire?"

You looked about the room. You didn't detect any flames.

Slowly, your pulse started to settle.

"No, just breakfast! Want one?" Bachira smiled cheekily.

You glanced at the burned plate of toasts in his hands, briefly wondered how someone could manage to mess up roasting toast while triggering the fire alarm, then promptly turned around and left.

"It's too early for this, I'm going back to bed."

However, sleep kept eluding you as you kept tossing and turning in your bed, your agitation from prior not nearly having faded yet.

Groaning, you muffled your face with the blue pillow before ultimately giving up.

The fake alarm had really shaken you to the core, and now you couldn't help but think about your house that had similarly burned to a crisp like that pitiful toast.

Shaking your head, you willed your mind to think about anything else, dwelling on it would do no good anyway.

You took your phone from the nightstand. It was around 8 am, far too early for a regular Saturday.

And still no messages.

You clicked on the text history of you and your fiancé.

Captain Thoughtful

hey pretty cant call now bit busy w training

ft later?

read four days ago at 10:32 pm

You

oh ok! no worries!

have fun training nd succes with the game!

read four days ago at 10:34 pm

Captain Thoughtful

cant call busy w a meeting

ttyl love you

read three days ago at 0:23 am

You

that bad huh?

its no problem!

gn and i love you too

read three days ago at 0:46 am

You

i have bad news

can we call? its urgent

delivered two days ago at 6:12 pm

You

you there?

delivered two days ago at 6:19 pm

missed call two days ago at 6:21 pm

missed call two days ago at 6:23 pm

missed call two days ago at 6:29 pm

You

the appartment burned down

saved a few things not a lot tho

im gonna stay at a hotel

delivered two days ago at 6:31 pm

You sent your location to "Captain Thoughtful"

You

call me when youre finished?

i miss you

delivered two days ago at 7:02 pm

You sighed, letting the phone flop onto your sheets. Still no response. Not even a read. Did he even know that your home had burned down?

Did he even know that you had met Isagi again?

Did he even know that you were staying with Bachira for the time being?

There was undeniably bad blood between your fiancé and your former friends, so if he would find out about this whole... arrangement...

Let's just say things wouldn't go down well.

You picked up your phone, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. You debated telling him that you were staying at Bachira's, but then decided against it.

After all, it was only temporarily.

While you were scrolling online to search for accommodations to stay at for an indefinite amount of time, Bachira burst in, throwing open the door.

You cringed when the door loudly banged against the wall, looking up from your laptop, startled.

"Y/n, let's go out!" Bachira bounded over to you, jumping on the blue bed. You hastily caught your phone before it could fall on the ground.

You shot him an unamused look. Bachira only grinned sheepishly.

Leaning in, Bachira peeked at your laptop. "Watcha doin'?"

You shoved his face away, "Nothing."

Bachira squinted his eyes, then, realisation struck, eyes flaring wide open, gasping, "You're looking for hotels!"

You huffed, annoyed, slamming your laptop closed. "Yes. What's wrong with that?"

"But Y/n!" Bachira poked your arm with a whiny tone, "You're staying here, you promised!"

You raised an eyebrow. "I didn't promise anything. Anyway, I can't stay here. You know why." You levelled him with a serious gaze.

Bachira stuck out his bottom lip, throwing himself dramatically backwards until he was sprawled on his back on the sheets, "You can. Just don't tell him!"

You sighed. "I'm not going to lie to my fiancé. Besides, I don't like imposing you."

Bachira sat up instantly, eyes set uncannily serious. "You're not imposing. You know you can always stay here as long as you want, right?"

You stilled.

You swallowed the cloth that, against your better judgement, had grown in your throat at Bachira's sincere tone.

"Anyway, you've stayed over a thousand times in the past, what's different now?" Bachira added.

You held back a snort at Bachira's optimism.

A lot was different. You were engaged to the man they loathed as easily as breathing, there had been literal radio silence between you for five years, and that one fight before you'd left--

Pleading blue eyes, unshed tears brimming in eyes that were unfocused for once.

Voices cracked from yelling, emotions raw on both of your faces.

A distance between you that only seemed to grow.

Your shoulders grew tense at the flashback of that fight, so you focused back on Bachira.

"I just can't stay with you." You answered simply.

Bachira held your gaze for a few moments, before looking away and sighing.

You missed the hint of disappointment that dimmed his bright eyes.

But it didn't take him long to return to his happy-to-go-to attitude. "Okay then! But in the meantime, let's have some fun!"

Then he dragged you out of your bed.

You struggled in his hold.

"Wait! I'm still in my pyjamas! I can't go out like this!"

"Oh, uh... oops."

Bachira wiggled his eyebrows. "Or... maybe you can."

"..."

"...I should get out, huh?"

A shoe thrown to his head was his answer.

After having showered and dressed up, you were walking side by side with Bachira in the bustling city of Tokyo.

"Oh, oh! Let's get brunch in that restaurant!" Bachira pointed at a building, before practically lugging you there.

"Hey, wait!" You yelped, but Bachira merely chuckled and dragged you inside.

Once inside, you whirled on Bachira, an insult already on the tip of your tongue for basically hauling you inside. However, it stuck in your throat as your lips parted in surprise at the sight.

"This..." You said disbelievingly, eyes roaming about the space, taking in every detail.

"Remember it?" Bachira gave you a wink.

You nodded absently.

"...yeah."

Bachira pointed at a vacant table pushed against the window. "We used to sit there, us three."

You followed his finger, and indeed. The lacquered wooden table still stood there, complete with the varied in colour chairs and the in-laid cushions. Heck, your usual seats were even arranged just the way it used to.

You walked up to the table, voice solemnly soft in reverence. "I used to sit here, by the window."

"Yup! And I used to sit in front of you."

You let out a quiet laugh. "Because then you were closer to the pathway, right?"

Bachira nodded enthusiastically. "That way I was always the closest to the food."

Shaking your head incredulously, you laughed.

Bachira then let his eyes fall on the stool across from yours. "And that's where Isagi always sat."

You inclined your head, mirth still twitching the corners of your lips upwards. "I don't think he had a particular reason, though."

Your eyes slid sideways to the aforementioned seat. It was unoccupied now.

You averted your eyes, something twinging uncomfortably in your chest at mere air occupying the seat.

Bachira quirked up an eyebrow. "Oh, so you have a reason why you sat by the window?"

Tsking, you answered. "Of course. I wanted to see the people and the stars outside."

"Huh. I always thought you sat there because then you could keep an eye on the door."

Face flushing red, you shoved Bachira, before taking your usual seat. "Shut up!"

Bachira took his past seat in front of you. "I'm not wrong, am I though?"

You shoved a menu card in his face. "Shut up, and choose what to eat, Bee."

Bachira stuck out his tongue.

Bee.

That was the nickname you had come up with for Bachira ages ago, courtesy of his brown-yellow locks.

It had been a while since he had heard it.

Bachira hid his smile with his card.

"It really did taste as great as I remember." You commented as you walked out of the restaurant, stomachs satiated.

Bachira hummed, agreeing. "Yeah, it really brings back memories."

You turned to him, eyebrows raised. "You never returned?"

A small smile formed on Bachira's lips. "Today was the first time in five years."

You blinked in surprise, chest twinging.

"...huh."

"But it's good to relive the old days, huh? Makes us stay young!" Bachira chirped happily. "Speaking of that, we should totally go to that old bowling place! Oh, and the arcade! And the mall!"

A laugh slipped past your lips at Bachira's contagious excitement. "Alright, alright, slow down!"

Bachira took your wrist in his hand, eyes sparkling, and for the first time in a long while, the weight on your shoulders lessened.

Even if just a little.

You didn't manage to do everything on Bachira's list, because you had spent way too much time in the mall.

"What would you need gloves for in the summer?!" You looked incredulously at Bachira, who was fitting gloves.

"For the winter, silly!" Bachira replied.

You facepalmed.

"At this rate, you're going to buy something like ice skates."

Bachira eyes lit up.

"Oh No, no." You shook your head in warning at him. "There is no way you're going to buy ice skates in the heart of summer-- aaaand he's gone."

Shaking your head, you could only follow Bachira as he went on his insane shopping spree.

After spending five hours in the mall, you returned home, hands full with bags with... stuff.

"Why would you buy so many things?" You asked, chest heaving from exfortion from having to carry Bachira's ridiculous heavy bags.

"Because!" Bachira retorted. "I needed them."

You stared blankly at him as Bachira tried to shove all the bags in the back of his car. Key word: tried. More like shoved everything in until it finally fitted.

"You bought ice skates. And a blanket with Hello Kitty on it. And painting equipment."

Bachira shrugged. "I love ice skating, I get cold easily, Hello Kitty is a vibe, and I paint."

You quirked your eyebrows. "You paint?"

"Mhm." Bachira answered as he stepped into the car. You followed suit.

"I've picked up painting since last year."

You nodded, intrigued. "I remember that your mum used to paint, too."

"Still does!" Bachira started the engine and the car drove, the lights of Tokyo fading away into a bright blur.

"Huh. How is she doing, by the way?"

"She's doing great. She meets up frequently with Isagi's parents." Bachira replied, before tacking on, "By the way, she misses you, so you should definitely come around sometime."

You pursed your lips in contemplation, eyes flicking downwards to hide the conflict within them.

Momentarily, momentarily.

"...will do."

"It's a deal then!"

"Oh? What do I get in return, then?" You shot Bachira a teasing look.

"Mhm... You can stay with me for a while?"

Your smile faltered.

It's only momentarily.

"...I'll think about it."

Once you had arrived at Bachira's place, you stuffed away all the things you'd bought. Amongst your purchases were some new clothes and a necklace you'd picked out for your fiancé.

You took out your own necklace from underneath your clothes, twirling it between your fingers.

Today had been admittedly... fun. It had been a long while since you genuinely spent so much time just sauntering throughout the city, just relaxing and enjoying someone else's company.

Though...

Your eyes drifted off to the blue blanket on your bed.

It had felt... emptier, without Isagi.

You didn't know what that meant.

And maybe it was better not to know.

You inhaled sharply, shaking your head as if shaking away the thought of Isagi.

The point was, today was fun and relaxing and something that you should have done a long while ago to unwind.

But with your demanding work as Chief Administrative Officer, you worked long hours to organise events and matches. And with your fiancé being a highly sought-after footballer abroad, naturally, he didn't have much time to spare as well.

"Ouch!" So sunken in thought, you had accidentally cut your finger on the pendant.

You hastily grabbed a tissue and wiped the small dollop of blood from your finger. You did the same for the pendant, carefully dabbing it.

A flash of curly black got your attention.

What's that?

You narrowed your eyes, bringing the pendant closer to you.

There were words carved in English into the pendant.

"Happiness is not momentarily with you."

Huh.

"Why would he put that on there...?" Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip in contemplation.

You didn't really take your fiancé as someone who would put something so... sentimental.

Or maybe he was just full of surprises.

Surprises, huh.

That brought you back to your former friends.

Bachira, the ball of boundless energy and an absolute monster on the field, had started painting since last year, something that urged patience and composure.

And... Isagi. Isagi who you had seen once, but whose sudden appearance had managed to tilt your world off-kilter.

When you closed your eyes, you could vividly recall the blank look in his when he had picked you up.

It was a stark contrast to the usually intense ones you were used to.

He had been polite. The kind of polite you used for strangers.

He had been so unlike the bright and brilliant Isagi you had remembered, who always managed to put a laugh on his face.

But people were full of surprises.

And it seemed that Isagi was not an exception to that rule.

Or maybe you hadn't known him that well, as you claimed you had.

The thought made your heart sink.

"Alright!" You said loudly, trying to distract yourself from the depressive turn your thoughts had taken.

"Let's just... check my inbox for available hotels." You mumbled, ignoring the tug at your chest.

You opened your laptop. There was indeed an email. You clicked on it.

There was a hotel room available. It wasn't too far distanced from your workplace, just two hours of travelling. The accommodations offered weren't too bad, too. There was reasonable breakfast, and even a gym.

Your cursor hovered of the "book" button.

"It's a deal then!"

"Oh? What do I get in return, then?"

"Mhm... maybe you can stay with me for a while?"

Your hand froze, just mere inches from accepting the room.

You stared at the screen, fingers twitching.

This had been just momentarily.

Staying here will only cause problems... won't it?

You lifted your finger to click.

Your hand wavered yet again.

If I do this, I won't have to see them again.

For some reason, your heart constricted at the thought.

With a sigh, you clicked.

Offer declined.

Guess I'm full of surprises, too.

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Masterlist Olive Branch

Masterlist

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[slabmaxxing]

like a black hole loves the light

[thatswhatsushesaid]

there's something profoundly distressing to me about one of the moderators of the disco elysium subreddit literally having to go on main to tell members of the sub not to advocate for violence against real, named human beings, because that is a thing that they are doing--only to have those very same sub members respond by insisting the moderator can't be serious, because everyone knows it's okay to talk about killing high net worth individuals on reddit. it's totally okay to make specific plans to kill high net worth individuals on reddit. it's totally okay and defensible and good praxis to state that anyone who isn't okay with advocating for killing specific, named high net worth individuals, will be the next up against the wall. it's a good idea to put this shit in writing actually. (what.)

like. aside from the fact that this is 1) a clear violation of reddit's terms of service and 2) could get the moderators and other members of this subreddit in serious legal trouble at a time when the law and justice in the courts is ostensibly out of reach for many of us, i just strongly doubt whether these people were actually paying attention to this game's key message about the moral defensibility of shooting people in the head. namely that there is no moral defence for it, because every shot you take has a ripple effect that quickly spirals out of your control. like that is very much a thing that happens, specifically in this game, because someone literally gets shot in the head.

where is that quote from kim kitsuragi, aka this fandom's favourite character and someone who is arguably the game's--and harry's--literal moral compass, talking about why he's glad that breechloading weapons aren't available to RCM officers? i can't find the quote, so i'm paraphrasing here, but it goes something like "can you imagine what it would be like if RCM officers didn't have to think each time they pull the trigger? the next shot becomes easier and easier. you don't even think about it anymore."

[hookedwayfinder]

Fandom Etiquette

Some unspoken rules of fandom communities on Tumblr (aka fandom etiquette) for people new to Tumblr.

If you post AI on your blog, prepare to be blocked by a TON of people. Why? AI shits on artists. The majority of people on Tumblr respect artists. If you share AI art on your blog, a lot of people are going to block you, which is probably not what you want. So don't post AI! (Same goes for reblogging AI shit).

Do not steal art from artists. Reposting art is usually frowned upon and if you wish to do this without people getting mad at you, credit the artist by name and link. For example, "This is drawn by Bob on Instagram - link to instagram here" If the artist if already on Tumblr, just reblog their work, don't repost it!

Do not redraw art from fanartists without their permission first! And if you do get permission, credit the original artist in your post, if not, people will think you are a thief and you will once again get blocked by fandom regulars. (redrawing official art from the fandom you're in is usually ok and a great way to learn. Learn to differentiate official art from fanart.)

Pinterest is the den of thieves. Great for finding a ton of lovely artworks with no way to get back to the original artist. Do not follow their example. That's not what anyone wants Tumblr to be. If you've got 50 fanarts saved on your pc and wish to share them with tumblr while you don't know the original artists? Then don't. That's the answer. Don't share art if you don't know who the artist is. Or learn to reverse image search.

Tagging is a way to communicate with the fandom about what you post on your blog without it afterwards showing up in reblogs. You can tag with character names, fandom names, ship names, and also personal tags such as "my fic" or "my art" - so that people checking your post can verify that it's made by you and not just stolen from someone else. Use tags to clarify if art or fic is yours when you post it.

Posting fanfic recommendations is usually a good way to make friends and earn yourself respect if you're not very creative yourself. Drawing fanarts or making edits for said fanfics will earn you god-status. Answering asks or posting meta or headcanons are other things you can do if you're not very creative otherwise.

Be careful sharing gifs and edits that you did not make yourself, even in-between your essays. Once again, it is technically theft, though I think most people view it as a lighter form of theft than art-theft. Crediting is still usually appreciated. Sadly a lot of photoshoppers accept this type of theft as part of the deal.

No matter which rule you broke in the past, you can always learn to do better. When in doubt, ask around in the fandom what you should do with a specific thing you want to post. Making a mistake does not get you kicked out of the fandom necessarily, so don't sweat it, just do better.

Even if you try to be a perfect fan, you will at some point break a little fandom etiquette here and there. You might reblog an AI art by accident... Share an image that was edited without you realizing it... Use someone else's gif without credit... It's ok. We all make mistakes. As long as you respect the fandom in 99% of your posts, nobody's going to cancel you for that.

This is by no means a conclusive list.

[villain-disorder]

The thing is, I'll never know if it's me as the problem. I will never know if people really don't show they care enough, or in the right ways--or if I will never be happy because the wiring of my brain will never accept however people express care as truth. I don't know if I'll ever be able to trust that people care, that it will get better and people have my back, or feel comforted by anything.

I don't know what to say to people when they ask how to help. "Show me you care" is so fucking vague, and I don't know what to answer with if I'm asked how to do that. I don't know what my brain will accept. On one hand I have no idea how to help myself, and my psychologist doesn't seem to either--it feels like I will never heal or feel secure. On the other, if I knew how to help myself, the things people could say to calm me, and I explained to them how.... Would they feel fake because I spelled it out for them? Would my mind just twist their care into an act of silencing me?

I am so, so tired. I hold so much in so that I don't hurt people. I don't lash out and yell at people about how little they seem to care, I don't touch anyone, I don't even blame anyone but myself. All this weight applied to myself to protect others from my pain, and even at my most paletable and small and weak, no one can help.

Mind you, I'm not going anywhere. I'm just severely hurting, and every time I get into a place like this, it feels awkward, or just another "wait till he shuts up and then act like it never happened". I don't feel like I'm ever taken seriously by anyone in my life, sometimes.

[sematary-drive]

guys look at this weird game i found in the bargain bin at mcdonalds lol. wdym they dont have bargain bins at mcdonalds.

jerma webcam version under the cut

guys, oh my god, guys, no, im not showing her SKELETON. "organs andy", okay stop it guys. im not- HAHAHAH- okay, fine.

[lambandlimbs]

Decided to make my own Ship Template after having so much fun with the ones made by made by Bunnyarcana, Gibbarts, and Foxgiveness! Blank image, and a completed one I made for reference! If you'd like the PSD file, you can find it here (Google Drive)! Edit each section to your heart's content! I only ask that you don't remove the credit on the bottom, and please don't use the template for in**st or any variety of adult&minor ships. Thank you!

[crispyjenkins]

*whacking you all with paper tubes* tag *whack* your *whack* fucking *whack* moden *whack* aus

[etherealspacejelly]

hi, sorry to hear you're having a hard time 💞

would it help/feel nice to talk about star trek?

if yes: what are some of the best things about Spock? like we know and love him, but if you had to explain to someone

if no (or either way actually): I am sending you a warm cup of tea (or preferred drink of your choice) and wishing you well 💕

i am currently so anxious i feel nauseus and can't eat breakfast! so yes. that might help. lets do that

i think one of the best things about spock is his inner conflict and character arc throughout the show and movies. he is a man at war with himself. he is emotional, and disagrees with that emotion, but to repress that emotion does him harm. his human blood makes it impossible to ignore those emotions, and that causes him shame.

this makes him a nuanced and complex character. we get to explore who he is when those walls come down. we get to see how he tries to build those walls up further and fails, and what causes him to fail. through him we get to ask the question "what even is 'logical', anyway?"

he also represents everything 'other'. i think many people relate to spock because he resonates with so many experiences. biracial people, queer people, neurodivergent people, and probably others, all see themselves reflected in this character. he never quite seems to fit in anywhere, certainly not on his own home planet. his parents pull him in two different directions, they expect things of him that he is not able to do. he was outcasted as a child by his peers. he found refuge in starfleet, but even then he still feels like an alien, an outsider, never quite good enough.

yeah idk this is all just off the dome so if any of it is wrong or doesnt make sense, thats why. dont take this too seriously i am a stem student after all

[gladosluver]

i think about that scene with mikan and ryota in the despair arc way too much and scream about it.

/ mentions of s/a & attempted rap3

it's so sad to see him be brave and step up to help kyoko because she was in the same position he was when mikan assaulted him. + the fact he doesn't usually try to stand up for himself until later episodes, and sticks to defending others instead

maybe im digging too far into this, but the way this is a reoccuring thing in the series (appearing twice in dr3 future/the comic anthology) is a bit disturbing. it seems that whenever mitarai is brought up, something about s/a is sure to follow, like his trauma is being downplayed for the sake of some joke/bit.

i cant help but think the two references in the future arc were written in just to be funny. like "haha, stupid mitarai, thats not sexual harassment!!" this is further influenced by how the other characters react, brushing it off and moving on (as well as kizakura, quite literally, defending himself in anime terms)

i dont want to get too deep into dark stuff here, so if i continue this it'll be via a reblog from my other account that i've kept secret until right now

[ask-eden]

Alaxia begins laughing hysterically, but still trying to continue speaking Alaxia: That just HAhah.,.,. THAT JUST AHHAHAAa.a.. HAPPENss..S OMETIME AHAHAHAHAhAAA Oh my GOD Alaxia covers his mouth with both hands to try and avoid laughing further His earlier painful outburst, seems to have calmed down For now. It still...... lingers. Deep within the back of his head, feeling like claws raking the back of his skull The alcohol barely masks the thing inside, desperately trying to rip its way out. Yet, Alaxia remains calm. Happy even. He begins to purr and leans back into his arms. Alaxia: I'M fINe... Heeeheeee~ I'M FINE IM FINE... Alaxia begins to laugh to himself under his breath a bit, covering his mouth once more to try and hide that he's giggling. Much how like a child would hide their laughter. He is failing terribly -- -- -- [ Alaxia is now Intoxicated ] [ Anon ] [ Background by @/sinnohsiblings ] Mod note: This doesn't effect ongoing interactions or anything previously set up. If a interaction set up from before continues, he will not be drunk. This is for most things going forward.

[byfulcrums]

the elections are today. i'm genuinely so scared. i hope milei doesn't win because if he does then we won't be able to pay for my grandpa's treatment

[lazzerot]

The most tiring conversation I have regularly is explaining over and over again to friends and acquaintances I've made as an adult that no, I haven't seen/read/listened to [popular angloamerican media], no, I did not grow up with and have never seen [us-american cartoon movie/TV show], no, I haven't seen/read/listened to [media popular on my continent/in my area/in my country/during the time I was a kid/teen] either, no I don't know [celebrity], no, I haven't seen [popular movie/show] and yes, a lot of times I actually don't care enough to change anything about that either.

If I don't trust you I'll just pretend to know what you're talking about and hope the conversation moves on without you catching the pretend game and me having to have THE CONVERSATION again.

I get it, I'm weird because I don't have a regular level of pop culture knowledge. I don't care about celebrities. I get that that's not normal and challenging the status quo.

I'm just so, so tired of getting the same disbelief reaction and having the same conversation every time. Just try to remember who you're talking to. Honestly I'd actually prefer the base assumption for everything to be is that everyone doesn't know it. Makes it much less exhausting. I know that's not how societies work.