#screw productivity guilt!!

[noowayybroo]

Give the dog a bone😏(Part 1) (SFW)

Characters: Dogman!Leon Kennedy, GN!Reader (Part 2 will be NSFW F! Reader)

hi ik we're all a bit horny and busy here! We on that grind (in more ways than one!) so I'm trying to keep the story short and sweet I LOVE YOU ALL

Warnings: FIRST PART IS SFW AND GN! READER AND IG SOME FLUFF OR A WEIRD STORY?? PART PART 2 WILL BE Smut and NSFW, Leon and reader are initially friends / colleagues. Set after RE4. Lazy writing because I'm too busy and hate writing no cap. dogman anatomy. Hunnigan exists but is irrelevant.

Irrelevant blabbering that you don't have to read: That title is NOT from The Squeeze's "Cool For Cats" Hi guys! Guess who's a university student now! And guess who's unbelievably even MORE busy than they were when they actually stopped writing fics. It's me! Thank you SO SO MUCH for the well wishes and kind words and general love and support I recieved, even when my blog was dead to the world. It means the world. This fic idea has been gnawing at my insides, as has the shame and guilt that has come with wanting to write it. Thanks for reading. Thanks for being here, you rock! you slap! I love you! And I'm still making stuff on Etsy if you're interested (shameful plug, sorry.)

It'd been entire weeks since Leon had embarked on his mission in Spain. Whilst this didn't sound like a lot, his trips usually took a few days, and were packed with back and forth correspondence (via Hunnigan, of course.) The last time you'd heard from possibly him was a few days ago, when late at night you'd received a message on your personal phone.

"Hey, It's me, I'm coming home." - Unknown Number - 22:34 pm.

Your heart sang. After apparent radio silence for days (unless they were keeping you in the dark) it had to be him. He had to be coming home. You were excited, glad and thrilled all at once. You hadn't lost your friend. Yet, at least.

Days passed. Worry seeped back in. It gnawed at the corner of your mind as you replied to the number for the fourth time, hoping SOMEONE would reply. You wanted to run the number by someone in your team, maybe they could find out where it was from, but then again, you wanted to respect Leon's privacy.

6 days had passed since that message. 6 whole days... Was it actually Leon who'd messaged you? On a particularly drizzly Wednesday afternoon, you sat at your desk fiddling in a vain attempt to rid yourself of your guilt and anxiety. Perhaps Leon needed your help. Maybe, you should stop being so selfish and show the higherups that message. Maybe it wasn't him... Maybe that message wasn't even for you. Maybe someone else needed someone else's help.

Frustrated, you sigh and throw your head back. The ceiling is plain, it's calm. A soft grey, just like the sky outside. And the mundane-ness of it all somehow distracts you. Leon's just a friend, nothing more. He sits next to you in your office, so what? It's not like you're going to get married. He goes on these missions all the time. He'll be fine.

You lower your gaze back to your desk. At least you would, if it weren't snagged by the sheepish figure standing in the doorway to your joint office. There he stood, Leon Kennedy, in the flesh. Bandaged heavily, but he stood there. He was dressed strangely. He wore a hoodie, choosing to keep the hood up, and baggy sweat-pants. His sleeves were far down, covering almost his entire arm, and his mouth was awkwardly screwed shut as if he were worried to open it.

His eyes dance around the room, shyly greeting the few people who'd stayed late to meet deadlines, which you just so happened to be one of (the worry had been killing your productivity.) Once they land on yours, he gives a soft smile and stumbles forward a little, letting go of the doorway which he clung to so tightly. He looked so... sick.

More than concerned, you stand to meet him, arms gently wrapping around him as he just about stops himself from falling into you by grabbing the desk. He's warm, so warm, shivering slightly, and he smells good, to your relief and surprise. You figure he must have returned from his mission a while ago. He had time to clean, apparently, but not to rest. Dark bags lined his bright eyes, cuts and bruises adorned his pale face.

You're in too much awe and shock to even feel the tears pricking your eyes, but you sigh into him in response, hugging him close, relieved. He returns the gesture, head falling into your shoulder as he lets out a deep sigh, far too content to take note of the many eyes on you now. You, however, are very aware, and promptly pull away, but not before registering the deep breath Leon takes in as his head rests by your neck.

Somewhat reddened, you offer him his chair, and he obediently sits with haste. His cool blue eyes never leave you as you sit before him, his throat bobbing in anticipation.

"I've missed you" he rasps, entirely undeterred by the few eyes that still linger, for some reason finding this interaction more thrilling than their stacks of paper. You certainly believe his words. Leon's eyes are wide, pupils blown as if he's trying to take in as much of you as possible. Perhaps he's just glad to be alive, you think. Whilst you're shy, you must admit that that hug was wonderful. And you'd maybe want it to last longer or go further if prying eyes weren't laser focused on you.

"I've missed you too" you breathe, still in disbelief. "when did you get back??" In response, Leon tells you (in quiet whisper) about his whereabouts. He doesn't go into much detail at all, but you learn that he's been to Spain, and actually got back from Spain 5 days ago. Since he got back, he was actually being held in a Government facility, where they ran tests on him and 'made sure it was safe for me to see you all.'

He swallows again.

Concern fills you: Why wouldn't it be safe? What happened to him out there that he doesn't want to tell you? Is he actually alright? And most importantly...

"Why are you dressed like that?" you giggle, trying to curve your overt frown. Your eyes drift over his toned form briefly as he sits before you, comfortably manspreading and leaning oh-so-slightly into your space. You weren't trying to check him out. He was your friend. However, despite the baggy clothing doing its best to deter your sights, you couldn't help but take in his plump thighs and toned arms. His large hands flex as he runs them through his fringe a few times, clearing it from his eyes. He lets out a deep exhale.

"It's... a long story." He huffs, seemingly not too eager to show and tell. You return his huff, slightly tempered this time, eyes drifting up to the hood he wore. He catches your gaze and narrows his eyes, a playful warning. Although you didn't dare go into detail, Leon could tell you'd worried about him and eagerly awaited his return. He knew he meant a lot to you, and you to him (though he wasn't sure if you were aware of that.) He knew you were worried about the tests, and he knew your sudden playful persona was in spite of every other emotion he'd guiltily put you through.

That being said, he wasn't able to match your mischievous guise as your hand slowly and gently raises up to touch his hood. A strong hand grabs your wrist, gentle yet firm. He doesn't hurt you at all, yet you find yourself unable to move. His expression grows serious.

"Y/N. The hood's gonna stay on, alright?" He asks softly, eyes easing a little as he takes in your startled expression. You falter, becoming a little upset. You just wanted to mess around. You couldn't do that either? He senses the change in mood. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he says quickly, shaking his head as he lets go of your arm "I know, I'm gonna have to take it off at some point. Look, there's something... Something's happening to me, alright??" He whispers softly into your ear "Can you get off work now?"

To your relief, you're not sure when, but everyone seems to have looked away by now. Shakily, you nod, and after packing up and signing out of your PC, you and Leon leave the building. It's a nice walk, despite the rain, fended off by an umbrella he'd borrowed from the station. Your talk is pleasant, beating around the topic of his strange dress until a strong arm reaches in front of you, gently pushing ajar the door to your local Coffee Place. It's a nice, simple Cafe that you and Leon frequented on your ways home, especially on drizzly days like this.

Shaking off his umbrella, Leon follows you inside to the booth you usually sit at together. Many hours were spent here chit-chatting, sometimes alone and sometimes with other co-workers and friends. You'd discuss playful topics, the workload, things about the boss you didn't want anyone to hear. It was also here that Leon would gossip to you and only you about his 'confidential' missions, purely because you'd earned that trust.

It was here that he was about to tell you his new secret.

You both enjoyed this place because it was often empty. It's not that the service was poor, quite the opposite. The empty, quiet air allowed orders to swiftly be taken and fulfilled. The servers were polite, and you always got to sit at your special booth. You hid away from the outside world together drinking anything from coffee to bubble tea, and trusting the staff to give you both that ...platonic space.

Once your drinks were ordered, you and Leon got to talking.

"Listen, Y/N, I can tell you now." His eyes are wide, genuine, dancing between your own and your hands, as if he'd like to take them in his own. However, he refrains. Whatever's on his mind, it must be special. Too special for your ears, then.

"Leon... It's alright, you don't have to, please-"

"No, I want to tell you, it's alright. Everyone's going to find out anyway" he's serious, his leg gently bouncing under the table in anticipation "You can tell people, they'll know, it's fine, I just don't want to scare you."

"Scare me??" You couldn't believe your ears. If this was something public, then surely it couldn't be so bad. Why was he scared to tell you... Unless... was it that thing Hunnigan let slip? The virus... thing? You lean in, whispering as quietly as you can, almost only mouthing it to him "Leon... that... parasite.... Did it get you?"

His face drops. His mouth hangs open and he stares in disbelief for a while. You were right. Your face falls too. Was he dying?

"Leon- Are you Okay, I-" You begin to stammer, beyond horrified. You desperately try to form the words. What do you ask him? What do you say?

Once he comes to, he quickly shakes his head, gently taking your hands in his now, firmly, comforting you. "Wait. Wait please listen, yes Y/N, yes it did get me. But I'm okay. I'm fine... It's gone."

What? It was gone?? Well now you're back at stage one.... What was the issue?

"I did get infected by the parasite, but there was a scientist there, and he saved me... But there were these, look, don't be scared please, they tested me, I'm not gonna hurt you..." he eyes you, and when you don't seem to show any protest, he continues under his breath, voice thick and shaky.

"There were these dogs... Infected dogs... and one of them bit me."

Leon leans back and releases your hands just as the waitress comes by to hand you both your order. She smiles and leaves, and hesitantly, Leon's hands find his way up to his hood. Removing it reveals two large, houndish ears that flip upwards as his hood relieves them. They twitch, angling themselves towards you. Furry, soft and golden, they're... adorable. They look so... real.

Once again, you're left speechless. What can you say? Leon's now... a werewolf? A dog??

You knew this change was brought on by some kind of parasite, a virus that controlled the body and mind. You knew it was able to give its victims an inhumane strength, and somewhat invincibility... You knew whatever did this to Leon made him dangerous.

And yet, like a fool, you trusted him, the victim.

That's all Leon was now, a host for this virus, probably, and for some reason, you took his human side not wanting to hurt you as justification for trusting his infected self completely.

Leon continued to explain some of his symptoms. He ranted and whimpered about how he's losing his mind, how he can smell, hear and taste so much better than ever. He described how you can't see it but how his tongue has even changed. How his ears are growing each day, how his teeth are getting sharper. He tells you about how he's growing a tail, how his nails grow faster...

But you? You're lost to the world in your own sense of deep thought. You trusted Leon, you'd already made peace with it completely. You weren't scared of him at all, although you were a little afraid THAT you weren't scared of him. You knew you certainly should have been. Now, all you were trying to figure out was what exactly was happening to Leon. Spacing out completely, his words simply merged with your own thoughts, and you began to wonder what other dog features he'd have. You wondered if he was more hairy, if he'd grow claws. You wondered if his personality had changed. You remembered the way he sniffed you when you met...

But to Leon you looked terrified, and it made him panic. Waving his hand in front of your face and taking both of your hands in one of his large ones when that didn't work. Leon has to further stand up and lean over you, face close to yours to get you to snap out of it and focus back onto him again. Seeing you smile back at him shyly, apologising for spacing out has him giving the most over-the-top, faint and relieved smile you've seen. He looks exhausted, as if that little lack of communication aged him a hundred years.

Once your mind is collected, you sigh, addressing him "Leon, I trust you, I believe you, I'm not scared. I'm just... curious, you know?" you chuckle awkwardly, hoping you hadn't offended him, but as you speak to him, he softens, melting at your comforting words. His ears begin to droop and a braindead smile begins to form at his lips as he eyes you dreamily, relieved.

"...Curious?" he whispers, and it doesn't go past you how he cocks his head to the side like a puppy hearing a new noise. His ears prick up a little, his mouth slightly ajar "What's up? What do you want to know?" he mutters eagerly. It's as if he'd never anticipated you being so calm about the situation, and now he was entirely unprepared.

"Well..." You laugh, "Do you feel any... different?" you muse, glancing from his face, entirely enthralled by you, up to his ears which twitch and flap every time your mouth opens.

"V-very..." he mumbles shyly, staring down at the table "L-like I said I can smell really well... and I'm always warm... My hearing is better... T-there's more but like... well... it's... it's personal." he chokes out.

Oh, so it was like that, was it? Interesting... You could tell by his burning red cheeks and avoiding eyes that he wasn't too comfortable, and so, again, you decided to try and reassure him. You quite liked how easy it was to read Leon now. Taking his hands in your suddenly, you delighted in how his ears perked before drooping again as you gently massaged his hands with your thumbs. His eyes almost closed as he swooned before you, leaning back slightly as if about to collapse.

"It's alright, Leon, I trust you, and I believe you. I know you're in there" you giggle, taking a chance at reaching up and gently patting his head softly. To your surprise, Leon melts further before you, leaning forward into your touch as his eyes close and he props himself up with his forearms, still nestling his large hands in your left one subconsciously. He sighs deeply through his nose as he listens to your words "If anyone's got a problem with you at work, they can go through me, alright?"

Leon's eyes flutter open as you withdraw your hand. Smiling at you warmly, he seems thrilled to simply gaze at you. "Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot to me" he whispers, leaving you grateful that he didn't cockily challenge your ability to do as you'd promised. It seemed that whatever had overtaken him had simply decimated his ability to argue with or criticise you.

The rest of the night was spent with the two of you giggling together, discussing what you'd been doing in his absence. Leon told you about the president's daughter. He described the different creatures he fought and survived. He told you how much he'd missed your friendship and how gutted he had been to lose contact with Hunnigan. And he divulged to you how glad he was to be back with you all, his 'pack'.

Completing your walk home, which Leon insisted on accompanying you for (you imagined he was still fearing detachment), he ducked into your home to show you his tail. Awkwardly untucking it from his sweats - soft, fluffy and wagging with a mind of its own. You noted how it stayed firmly between his legs once he first revealed it, matching his flattened ears upon first showing you, but once your face lit up and you reached out to touch it, it began to wag uncontrollably. Like his ears, his tail was golden, sandy and beautiful.

Leon could tell you enjoyed what you could see, or at least that you weren't terrified, and that was enough for him.

Well, you never thought your colleague would magically become... a dog... However, you weren't necessarily against the change, you ponder as you shut the door after him after reminding him to use his umbrella to keep himself dry on the walk home. The question was, did you still crush on him, just as you'd done when he left for Spain?

Yes.

Yes you did.

Over the next few weeks, you bonded more and more with Leon over his new predicament. You'd kept his trust. In fact, he began to confide more in you. He pursued you more often. He walked you home more and told you more about his new life.

...You were sometimes reminded that he could probably smell you, which was uncomfortable, but he was kind enough to stay silent on the matter, and that felt good.

Unexpected by Leon, dog-anatomy or not, he was still regarded as a hero in the office. People treated him well, aside from some comments by jealous newbies, who were often laughed out of the room by Leon's work-mates. Especially you. You were always there for him as he re-adjusted to office life, and as he learned about his new self. That deeper connection is probably what made him hesitate to leave you one evening outside your door.

You could tell what he was thinking.

You didn't want to say goodbye either.

And so, you invited him inside.

OK I HAVE TO APOLOGISE FOR THE BAD WRITING IT'S 3AM I CAN'T LIE MY BRAIN ISNT WORKING SORRY. Thanks for reading this, I'll try and write the smut as quickly as possible. Please bare with :sob: thanks for reading this ily

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How could you lose Nala?

Alexia Putellas x reader( first writing ever, maybe a part 2 soon)

It's a beautiful and sunny day in Barcelona, You are taking your dog, Milo, on a walk around the city. This time, taking in your surroundings, hoping not to get lost again like the last four days since being in the city. As you walk, you see a little pomeranian running by. You look back to see the dog heading to the busy street. You tell Milo to sit and rush to catch the tiny dog before it reaches the end of the sidewalk. You catch him or her and take it in your arms. Then call for Milo to follow you, heading to a bench to look if you can find a tag. The collar has a tag with the name Nala.

"Ok, so you are Nala. Hi little one, we'll find your owner soon, I promise."

You search the back of the tag, but there is nothing there no phone number, address, or anything. You have no idea how to find the owner Nala's owners. You think of the little girl or boy that might be crying right now for the little dog. However, you don't have much time do dwell into that as you look at your watch and S**t you're supposed to be meeting with the board of doctors that will be under her command from the start of the season. You can't be late in the first day. You take Nala and pat your leg for Milo to follow you and rush home. You leave Milo in the backyard and put Nala in a big cage in which you leave her water and food. You feel bad to leave her in the cage, but you don't know how she'll react in your house and the last thing you need is for her to ruin your couch or your shoes. After you put on a light blue skirt and a white blouse and put a jacket the same color as the skirt and get on a pair of high heels, you rush out of the house to your car and head to meet the board. You reach Barcelona's training facility in about 5 minutes, they actually found you a place close to work just hoe you requested. You enter the facility and someone unexpectedly awaits your arrival, Joan Laporta, the president of FC Barcelona. He greets you and makes small chat with you as you walk towards the meeting room. He praises your achievements and says he wanted to get you on board at Barcelona since you worked with Messi 5 while he was with the team. You smile at that. It's the highlight of your career to be chosen by him to help with his recovery of an injury. Laporta explains your role as the new head of medical board at Barcelona. You'll work closely with teams. You reach the meeting room and Laporta sends you win.

In the Putellas house

Alba is hovering around the living room calling all her friends to get into a detective job and find Nala. Alexia is on the couch, with her leg elevated on a pillow crying her eyes out, on the phone with her mother." Mami, Alba lost Nala"

Alba looks at Alexia full of guilt. She wanted to help her sister and take Nala out for a walk as Alexia can't right now. But somehow she managed to lose her. Now she's eaten by guilt. That's exactly what Alexia needed right now, on top of not being able to play and being in pain thanks to an acl injury, now Alba had lost the only thing that was keeping Alexia from going insane. Yep, Alba is screwed, in fact the only thing that's keeping Alexia from tearing Alba's head off is the fact that she can barley walk even with crutches.

The door opens and Eli, the girls mother rushes in and heading to the couch to comfort her daughter. She gives Alba a deadly glance.

"How could you lose Nala?" Eli's heart breaks for her oldest daughter. If her little baby doesn't get her doggy back, Eli is going to kill Alba herself by the principle "I made you, I kill you"(*This sounds way better in my mother language*).

"Lo siento mama, I don't know how it happened."

After a almost two hours you get out of the meeting room, you're exhausted. But it was a productive meeting you got to know the other physios and doctors and let them know about your way of work. Maybe even more unexpected is to find Laporta again waiting for you as you exit the room. He invites you to a gathering of the men's team. He insists it's a good opportunity to meet the people you'll work with in a more casual environment. So you go. You get to chat with a lot of the players and with their wifes or girlfriends. Despite the club worth and as well as their's, you find them to be quite down to earth. It will be easy to work with them. At 2 in the morning you get inside your house. You're going to beat yourself up in the morning when you'll have to be at work at 8. But you go to be. After getting ready for bed you get down to get a glass of water and that's when you hear the little Nala crying for her owner. Your heart breaks and you go and get her out of the cage and take her to your room. You put nala on the floor where and get an old dog bed that you are not even sure why you brought with you when you moved here it's too tiny for Milo now, but perfect for Nala. You put Nala on it and get into bed, closing the lights. Soon you hear little legs on the cold tiles. You know what's that. You look down,next to your nightstand two little puppy eyes watch you.

"So your mommy let's you in bed doesn't she?" I don't so go back to your bed. You turn around and close your eyes. Then you hear the little dog cry. You turn and without a word take the dog and put her next to you Happy now? With that you sleep.

Alexia doesn't sleep a minute that night.

The next morning you're awoken by what would have already been stabbed 19 times by you if it had flesh, the alarm clock and get on with your normal morning routine if you don't take in consideration the little dog that almost stumbles you over (That's why you have a golden retriever). You get down and let both dogs do their necessities in the backyard, you don't have time to take them on a walk. You go to work. Today you'll meet the woman team and will assist a training session to see where you stand. You go over a few things with the team until 10 when the team starts the training of the day. Jonathan walks you on the field. You tell the team your name and what is your goal for the day. Lucy and Keira make their way over to you and give you a hug. You met last summer because stared as the Head doctor for the Lionesses for the Euros. They're happy to see you at Barcelona. During the training the girls are sloppy and distraught. You are a little bit confused, some part of you is scared this is how the team is normally.You are not really into football, at least female football, and you've never seen Barcelona femeni play a game before. But then you look at Keira and Lucy and see that they are the same. So it's the team, it's something with them today. And Jona confirmes that when he says I don't know what is going on with you all today, but Dr. Y/L/N is here to see you play and you've done everything but not that until now. We'll take 5 and I want you to focus after. He turns to you I'm sorry I don't know what's with them.

You observe the girls during the break. Everyone is talking and they seem upset. You wonder what it is and you'll ask Lucy after. The next part of the training goes even more badly if that's even possible. Exasperated, Jonathan calls it a day and profoundly apologies to you. You aproapch Lucy What's going on with all of you.

Um, you know our captain Alexia Putellas right?

You look at her confused

Wow you really know nothing about female football. She won the Ballon d'Or twice, Best female football player? Compared to Messi? Nothing wow You'd break her confidence. Anyway, sorry my mind is in 14 directions

You laugh I've seen some of those goals even I would've scored.

She is out for the season with an acl injury and yesterday her sister lost her dog. We've done a search party but we couldn't find the dog. Alexia is already in a bad place with the injury, if we don't find Nala, it will kill her.

I understood, hopefully you find the dog and I can see an actual training so I can set my plan of action. Wait what did you said the name of the dog was?

Nala why? Please tell me is a little pomeranian. Yes it is how do you know. Maybe because I have found a dog named Nala yesterday without a phone number.

Seriously? I mean how many lost pomeranis with the name Nala can be ?

Lucy calls Mapi to them. Diana might have Nala, she found her yesterday. Seriously. We have to tell Alexia. Wait if is not her Nala. I doubt that. What if one of you that knows the dog better comes with me to get her and if you think it is we just take her to Alexia. You leave with Mapi. She drives you to your house. Mapi exclaims Wow this is big. Not the moment. They get inside and Nala rushes to Mapi. It is Nala. You both get in the car with Nala and head to Alexia's apartment. Mapi knocks on the door Fu*k it Alba Come in it's open, how was I supposed to lock. Someone screaming can be heard. Mapi looks at you She's been grumpy due to the injury now she's even more. Let's hope it is Nala if not we might end up without heads. Maria you said it is. I don't know ok, I hope. You enter the apartment and catch the sight of a blonde woman sitting on the couch with her leg elevated and a pair of crutches next to her she's been crying and she's holding a picture in her hands. You presume it's the dog. Alexia doesn't acknowledge Mapi she looks straight at you. You somewhat hide behind the defender, mostly hiding Nala cause you are taller and a tad bit more muscular than her. You mostly scared for her to see Nala, you can't watch her break in front of you if it turns out is not Nala. Mapi says cheerfully We are not Alba, hoped you'd be more welcoming. We brought something that'll make you happy. You hold out in her view. She can't contain her excitement and just rushes forward to get her, getting up, forgetting about the knee. She stumbles over at the pain. Mapi catches her and helps her down. You put the dog in her arms. It's Nala how, where. Thank you! She hugs Nala tight. She then hovers the dog in kisses. She the looks back at you You found her? You say Yes. She look at you with gratitude thank you. But how. Mapi takes a seat on the couch inviting you to do the same as you begin to tell her how you found Nala. So you're the new head doctor at Barcelona. What were the chances. I didn't manage to go to get the new tag inscriptionated with my number. If you weren't working at Barcelona maybe I would've never gotten her back.

You smile at that, Happy to help, well maybe not as happy last night at two am when she wanted to sleep in my bed. I never let mine in my bed even when he was a baby. But your little monster made me make an exception.

You don't let your dog in your bed? He'll take half of the bed, of course not.

She puts her hands on Nala's ears so that the dog doesn't hear what are you saying. Your smile got even bigger she's cute.

That's when you remember she called a name when you knocked. Um shouldn't you let your sister know we found Nala so she can stop searching?

She buried her face into Nala's fur then says barley audible Don't want to, still mad at her. Let her search a bit more.

You and Mapi laugh at her childlike behaviour that the famous footballer adopted. You wonder if it's the painkillers or she's just really happy to see her dog again.

Mapi looks at you and says I'll call Alba. Alexia glares at that. You're about to say you should leave, feeling like you intrude, when the door opens to reveal another woman who you assume it's Alba. She rushes to her sister and as she sees the dog.

"Oh thank goodness Lala is OK. I'm sorry Alexia. I promise I'll be more careful next time"

Alexia gives her a look, if looks could kill Alba would've been death by now. If you think I'm ever letting you around her, you're crazy"

"OK I deserve that." Then she looks at you for the first time. She then says Oh my Now I'm not even sad Nala got lost. You found her ?

It will definitely take you a while to get used to how Spanish girls act, but you nod. Alba then says I'm Alba and you're so hot". Mapi laughs and you start to laugh with her. Alexia says mad "Alba behave" That's when you say It's quite alright and then turn to Alba holding out your hand."I'm Y/N L/N and thanks for the compliment." Mapi looks between the 3 of you. She has to give it to Albs, you're hot. She is conflicted She hasn't seen Alexia this nice to someone since she got injured and given the look Alexia had given Alba. Alexia actually likes you a little. Maybe Mapi's getting a little ahead of herself but she thinks the two of you would be good for eachother.

You once again explain how you found Nala, this time to Alba and then you excuse yourself. Alba offers to take you home when you say you'd come with Mapi, who's probably going to stay more with Alexia. You gladly accept the offer.

Alexia looks at your back as you leave she likes you you're different somehow and brought her dog, so maybe it's some saviour complex or something but she wishes she could find it in her to stop you and ask for your number. But she's too shy for that. And you and Alba leave, the door closing behind. Alexia sights as she hugs Nala closer. Alexia distracts herself by asking Mapi how was the training Mapi laughs at that "You should've asked Y/n that".

A few days later, Alexia had forgiven Alba. Now the younger girl enters Alexia's house to bring her lunch. Alexia is surprised to see Alba all dressed up. "Where are you going?"

Alba smiles as she looks in the mirror making sure her hair looks good."I have a date with Nala's saviour."

"When did you even get her number?"

"When I took her home. Now eat, I'm late I'll hopefully won't be back tonight."

Alexia has no idea why this revelation hurts her. She wishes she was the one going on the date.

And that's it finally done. Want a part 2?

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader

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Could I ask for Insomniac Peter with a GN reader who's a big musical theatre fan? Maybe he needs to miss a few shows and it upsets them

Peter parker x reader

Oooh a very interesting idea. Gives me Raimi vibes with this request. Now my musical knowledge may be slim so bare with me lol. Word count:1K

"Dude come on it's the last show before it stops !!" You pleaded him to join you.

"Y/n, I know how much you've been looking forward to it but I can't guarantee it OK ??"

You have been a musical fan all your life, You were able to remember each act of certain shows off the back of your head from repeat viewings. But your dream musical you wished to see live was in the heights. Peter would always catch you humming to one of the songs. You wouldn't even stop bragging when the movie came out. But tomorrow was its last ever show, You had many chances to go and always wanted to bring Peter with you. But every time that happened. Spider-Man was needed, Peter made a promise to himself to go to this show with you.

He had his ticket ready, Standing in line at the theatre and waiting for you. No trouble seemed to be in sight, But then his phone began to buzz from miles.

"Miles ??' He answered.

"Pete I need your help man, Scorpion is on the loose !!"

He knew he would be grilled from you for missing the last show, But right now the city was in danger.

"Ok I'm on my way miles, hang tight" He then left the line and then changed into his suit, ready to stop scorpion.

You stood there in line as you waited for Peter, But he was nowhere to be seen, Soon after the line began to move as the theatre began to take its final patrons. You didn't want to go in without peter, But you didn't want to miss the show, but as you tried to get in the ticket person stopped you as the theatre was now full and the no disturbance policy was in place.

You never felt so angry and sad, You missed your favourite show and your best friend ditched you again, for the 5th time in a row. You felt utterly betrayed.

As soon as scorpion was taken care of, Peter swung back to the theatre as fast as he could, But when he saw you sitting on the curb, the guilt in him rose, He almost forced you to miss out because he had to stop scorpion.

"Y/n I'm so so sorry..."

"This was the last show... Possibly forever... And you ditched me again !!!" You yelled at him.

"Please you have to understand..."

"You always do this Peter !!!!" You were almost beyond for calming down. You were almost a volcano that erupted.

His guilt rose from hearing your frustrations, This was incredibly important to you and he pretty much stopped you from seeing it.

"I know the city needs Spider-Man... But I need my best friend..." You wiped your tears as you stormed off.

"Y/n wait..." He rushed too you but you drove off.

He mentally punched himself when he got home, Leaving many voicemails and texts full of apologies. He never felt so guilty in his life, His thoughts almost trained to if you wouldn't be friends with him anymore because of this...

He had to make it up to you, But how was the biggest question, Maybe he could rent out an entire movie theatre to show a private screening of the movie ?? No, you've already seen it 10 times when it came out. Or maybe a local production could work, Quickly researching. No one was doing such a thing. "Damn it"

Just when all hope seemed lost, He got a suggestion on his social media that showed that due to popular demand, they're doing an encore tonight. He quickly booked the tickets. But now to tell you was the hardest part.

He Picked up the phone and dialed your contact, It took a few rings until you finally picked up.

"Peter ??"

"Y/n I have something important to tell you"

"If this is another apology peter I really don't..."

"No y/n this is more than an apology, Look I screwed up ok ?? I know it... I don't do these things on purpose I swear." He took a deep breath as the guilt emerged again. "I really want to fix this OK?? I really do."

You remained quiet for a bit until you finally spoke up.

"How do you wanna fix it ??" You said it in a way you weren't convinced.

"Look I got tickets to it, They're doing an encore because of popular demand" He even sent pictures to prove it.

"Are you serious ??" Your light heartened tone slightly returned.

"I promise, I really promise. Hell, all the promises I will be there ok ??, I'll get Miles to cover the patrol for tonight ok ??"

You went quiet again before saying...

"Ok"

The night arrived and you were standing at the curb of the theatre again, You wanted to trust Peter in his word, but a small portion of you said it would happen again, He would bail once again, But how that portion was proven wrong when you saw him in the corner of your eye.

"Hey.." He then pulled your ticket out of his pocket and handed it to you. With an apology letter written in the most peter way, You couldn't help but smile.

"I'm really sorry y/n, For the 5 times that I missed the show... I really am..." He looked down at the ground.

"I... I'm sorry for yelling at you, It wasn't your fault dude. The city needed you." You apologised.

"So... we're cool ??' Peter slightly perked up

"We're cool" You smiled as you held out your hand, Peter smiling as you both engaged in your secret handshake.

"Let's go enjoy the show shall we ??"

The show was an absolute blast from start to finish, Peter couldn't help but softly chuckle every time he turned to you as you had a bright smile on your face for the entirety of the show. Like a kid in a candy shop.

After the show finished he offered to drop you home.

"That was... amazing !!!" You cheered in the car

"It really was huh, They really had some catchy tunes, Had me tapping my foot." Peter chuckled

"Thank you, Peter... Really" You raised your fist for a fist bump. Which he happily returned.

No matter what happens, Nothing could split you two apart, Never ever. Peter knew this. From the way you smiled It could light up Washington heights showing you two were as thick as thieves.

(Hehe see what I did their)

Taglist @callofdudes @fun-k-board

#platonic #reader insert #peter parker #insomniac games peter parker #Insomniac games #peter parker x reader #insomniac peter parker

[olderthannetfic]

The racism discussion is making me wonder: when do you think it is a good time or what is a good way to discuss racist shipping patterns in fandom? Because I don't think it's productive to tell people "my ship not being more popular is racist" or "you liking this ship better than this other ship is racist." But it's hard to argue that hasn't been the case in some fandoms, where those broader preferences are obviously influenced by, at least, insidious cultural ideas about who is more attractive?

--

No matter how you discuss it, someone will be too fragile to handle it, so there might be good ways to talk about it, but there are no non-contentious ways to talk about it.

It's helpful to know what your goal is. Are you venting? That's valid. But if the objective is to educate people or to change behavior, you have to think about whether those people actually don't know the things you know and what will actually change behavior.

A goal of "If you would just think about X" is not useful. It ends up being a guilt trip and not a useful call to action.

Obviously, it's better to talk about aggregate patterns in aggregate, not singling out any particular fic. It's also probably more productive to talk about pan-fandom trends if the goal is raising awareness. People aren't going to change what they ship in the fandoms they're already in. Thinking more about those patterns might change what they ship in a few years though.

I would listen to people when they tell you why they don't ship a thing. They're often being defensive and annoying, but there's usually something worth noting in their responses too, and it usually points back to character tropes and what kind of roles get cast which way.

I would not undersell how much canon is contributing to fandom behavior. It's supremely annoying when people point to trends that have their root in canon screwing over characters and blame fandom.

I would also try to have a bird's eye view of fandom trends and contextualize them. Don't say "Fandom only likes white characters" or I know you're one of those jackasses who's still ignoring that Asian media is internationally popular. Don't pull the "Asians are basically white" thing if you want people to take you seriously and not just think you are the racist. People do that shit constantly while critiquing fandom racism.

Don't blame m/m shippers while being clueless about het shippers. Understand what the patterns look like on Wattpad and FFN, not just AO3. Understand how typical fandoms look, and by typical, I mean small and medium-size ones. Don't assume that MCU is a "normal" fandom and everything should look like it. Ditto Harry Potter or Naruto. Don't be like "But fandom often has whole archives about walk-on characters who are little more than a name!" when that's true only of a tiny handful of outlier megafandoms.

Basically, people probably won't listen to you anyway, but they definitely won't if you sound like a clueless n00b who wants to teach your grandma to suck eggs.

If you want people to change their unconscious ideas of what's attractive, that's a long battle. You're talking about fixing culture. That's not a small undertaking. You might be better off reccing media full of hotties that people may not have seen yet rather than discussing shitty patterns in shipping in media that's already popular.

Also... why are shipping stats on AO3 the measure of everything? It's good to explain why that's the thing you care about rather than claiming it stands in for all forms of fandom and popularity.

More than anything, if you say you're starting a discussion, be willing to discuss. Far too often, I see people making a proclamation and then being mad that the response isn't grovelling agreement. Even if everyone else is wrongity wrong wrong, if your intent is to talk them around, you have to actually try to do that by hearing them out and discussing their actual opinions, not railing against a strawman version.

As for what's a good time... any time, I think, if you're posting to your own tumblr.

[tired-fandom-ndn]

I feel like people are so desperate to push blame somewhere, but don't feel able to fight the big corporations and institutions screwing people over, so they always go after the random individuals. We can guilt each other (especially people already shamed by society for living in poverty or not being 'productive' in society), but we can't shame corporations as easily.

Yeah. Like so many of these discussions remind me of shoplifting discourse and the blame that everyone puts on poor people just trying to survive and have a bit of joy instead of on the corporations who outright lie about this shit as an excuse to not pay their artists and suppliers.

I get why people are so passionate, but I have lived so long on the other side of the tracks, neck deep in poverty and the realities of it, that I just cannot bring myself to side with the idea that poor people don't deserve access to art if they can't pay for it right away.

And again, this shit is so much more complicated when we take into account countries outside the US and the ways that book prices are massively hiked and the lack of access to libraries and library apps and the fact that many books are not available to purchase anyway. Like it really just feels audacious to me for all these people on tumblr to be acting like their personal experiences are universal and that everyone has access to the same resources that they do.

#Anonymous

[woodchipp]

hoo boy

"it's fiction, it's supposed to/has the right to be extreme!"

Omocat herself said the plotline of "Sunny kills Mari" that's featured in the final product was chosen primarily because it was considered "a believable circumstance" lmao. because a 12 yo kid improvising a cover-up for his bestie's manslaughter sure does sound believable. happened to my buddy Eric once

Secondly, the entire theme of the game is guilt and forgiving yourself and making Mari's death intentional will minimize the message.

If you want a story that handles themes of guilt and forgiveness with actual nuance and tact, you already have Silent Hill 2. Or even Bojack Horseman, for that matter. OMORI having a different message won't be a significant loss because it can't even handle those themes right.

Just make Sunny's arc about trying to deal with that "I made her feel unloved before she died, I should've noticed she was unwell, I should have died instead" type of guilt and understanding there's no point in beating himself up over Mari killing herself because it wasn't his fault. Characters tend to elicit more sympathy when they're fucked over by circumstances they couldn't control (as an example, this is why what happens with Lucas' family in Mother 3 is so tragic in the first place), and since OMORI really wants you to see Sunny as the Poow Widdle Bapy who was dealt a bad hand (even though he was responsible for killing Mari and thus created most of his problems himself), the only feasible way to rewrite the game without deviating from the game's original framework too much would be to actually screw Sunny over by circumstances he couldn't control.

the Mewo room in black space orchestrates and demonstrates the feeling of hopelessness

If you don't remember about the "Stab" option, that is. Speaking of that

It orchestrates and demonstrates the feeling of hopelessness, and that ending your life (choosing the stab option) is a much better option than facing whatever horrible reality (cutting Mewo). However, if you do in fact cut open Mewo, you are shamed.

Okay, wait. I need to unpack this.

The post asserts that cutting Mewo open represents "facing horrible reality" right before mentioning that you're shamed for cutting Mewo open. So the game actually insinuates that ending your life would be the better option in this case. bruh

If this game had better writing, I'd be able to write that off as Sunny's thought process being warped by his suicidal ideation. But since the narrative (how the story is presented to the player) never contradicts Sunny's unreliable narration (and even reinforces it at some points), I can't.

It's also important to note that the interpretation of the Mewo room presented in this post is just that. An interpretation. The game itself doesn't give you any solid clues to figure out why it suddenly wants you to kill a cat.

So, how does the "truth" help amplify the guilt? Simply by making the player blame Sunny

Name one OMORI fan who played the game and blamed Sunny. I'd give them head

If the game's intention really was to make the player blame him, one look at the fandom will tell you that it failed. Horribly.

Coming back to the intentional death option, I think it would be a more realistic approach, but it lacks the psychological turn (not events, but emotions!)

"Psychological turn" is quite a fancy way to say that the game pulls a plot twist out of its ass just for the sake of subverting the audience's expectations without regard to how it might impact the story.

Ah, but of course

(not events, but emotions!)

Whether a plot point logically makes sense for the story you're telling doesn't matter. It's all about the Emotions said plot point makes you experience.

Feels before Reals.

It's straightforward, and the player would sympathize with Sunny. They know, for a fact, that it wouldn't be his fault if Mari took her own life.

Sometimes, "straightforward" doesn't mean "bad."

"the player would sympathize with Sunny" OMORI's entire plot is based on pushing you to sympathize with him lmao

But with the other scenario, we get a deeper understanding of Sunny's guilt/fears from his perspective.

And we wouldn't be able to get a deeper understanding of Sunny if his sister killed herself because...?

No, seriously, what is this point even supposed to insinuate? Do you really think that the pain of losing a loved one to suicide is somehow less complex and easier to deal with?

I like that this post never mentions that having Mari commit suicide would've allowed the story to take a deeper look into Mari herself by elaborating on the reasons why she felt compelled to take her life.

But of course Mari's never relevant in such discussions. She's just the girl in the fridge, after all.

#i ventured into the 'omori analysis' tag out of pure morbid curiosity and it's needless to say that I shouldn't have #because WOW. the takes I saw in there are. well. they sure do exist. #omori #omori game #omori sunny #omori mari #omori fandom

[richardsphere]

Leverage Redemption Log: The Pyramid Job

Well either we're going to Egypt (not in the budget) the louvre (not in the budget) or a Bass Pro Shop (in the budget, unlikely). That or its an MLM. --- Woman is telling her MLM bosses about how she needs to leave the MLM. They tell her success is definitly on the way.

Huh an MLM that has a return policy. (i mean its definitely a shit policy that scams them but thats better then most MLM's)

And they reverse psychology the woman back into the pyramidcult. --- Scene opens with a person in an old london flat-cap getting thrown into a container of hay by Elliot. (this guy is so london that i'd be suprised if this doesnt somehow tie into the "Sophie Backstory" that is being slowly woven into the season-arc.)

Pick London Tweeds pocket full of diamonds, fund a school, pay off debts. Denouement for an off-screen adventure.

Huh, im right. Its just not the same guy but this "Billie the Gent" fellow is also wearing a flatcap (and this guy is even wearing something tweed-like) So i assume this scene is taking place in a London warehouse (the beautiful thing about warehouses, they're pretty standard regardless of geographical location. No need for expensive on-location shots)

Billy is worried about his daughter (she was a baby when Sophie sent him and Arthur to prison)

Elliot dated someone who bought the product.

Billie is doing a bit of a guilt trip, and Elliot doesnt trust him. So expect a third-act betrayal of some sort. --- Con starts in-medias-res. Breanna is an accountant. She does not like how much firewalls they've put around comic sans slideshows of babies.

The point of the Con (at least for now): Get a virus on the server. Automated "return true" to all attempts at a refund.

I dont think that the people working at the datacenters of an MLM are usually in the "level"-based structure. So we need a Diamond key... well if they're all on the funky little wristwatch-drives like Saphire here has? Thats a simple Parker Pickpocket. (seems that she's thinking along the same lines).

Also daily, streams from the boss bitch? Thats gonna make a return, and knowing the standard Leverage MO: That is gonna be her Confession Cam

Sophies scheme for Richard: Divide and conquer by convincing him he needs some more Toxic Masculinity in his life. But like, only a smidgen. So its a Harry job, not an Elliot.

--- Sophie arrives at the cult-fundraiser thing. (Parker is in situ as waitstaff) Thank god this show is willing to drop the C word. (Cult. Though though the other one might be apropriate as well) Ok so apparently the company just steals downlines whenever they want?

Richard exists stage to let Debra shine. Do some pseudo-inspirational brainwashing. We have found Billies daughter Miranda. Parker offers up the Venezuela Protocol. --- Operation Bromcom is initiated. I do not like the Tom Selleck stache on Harry.

Bromcom makes it into Phase 2 no problem. --- Debra reads through Sophies accent and really puts her on the spot, also she puts the spots on her. Cut for comercial as if Sophie doesnt have an earpiece. --- Ok we're not even bothering with the earpiece, Sophie is just gonna StageCultBS her way out of this.

But yeah Debra is onto Sophie. Which isnt really a problem? (Sophie is only here to keep an eye on Miranda and create an opening for Parker to do her thing. Being in the spotlight is kind of the point) --- Back with Breanna, Saphire very much is starting to see the dawning light Re:Pyramids. It's far from noon yet but its definitly twilight.

Ronald has a real "they've got skulls on them" moment when he sees the Teletubbies sunbaby on a giant pyramid in the logo. --- Sophie has Parker feign a pregnancy. (she named the kid after Hardison)

And we've just (temporarily) screwed over Miranda. (look there are no stakes here)

Seriously how many glass pyramids are on this table Miranda is standing at?

"I dont have a tissue but you can use my sleeve". 10/10. Well looks like Parker has succesfully convinced Miranda to leave. --- Meanwhile Billy is talking on the phone with someone in a foreign language. Meanwhile Elliot, not involved in our Con, is keeping tabs on Billy. Turns out Elliot can see a narrative throughline when its in his face and is gonna punch it out of Billy before the concequences of Sophies past come to blow our heroes' faces off. --- Back with Harry, Parker tells him to play the "manly emotional insecurity card". ("If only my dad had been able to tell me he was proud of me when he was still alive") Richard has a safe and Parker is ready to go. (so we're switching Diamond-bracelet targets from Debra to Richard) --- Back with Elliot, Billy is remniscing about old times. (turns out food works just as well as punches)

He doesnt trust Sophie, but also he doesnt have any grudges against her. (he understands that she didnt sell him out, he was going down anyway and he doesnt resent her, unlike Arthur) --- Back at Cultcon, Sophie is being politely interogated by Debra. (Debra sees a kinship/rivalry i think?)

Oh i see. (perhaps a bit late). its a maternity cult, about parenthood. And Sophie was always very maternal basically taking all of 2 episodes before becoming an all-out mom to Parker in the OG run. We're about to drop the "you abandoned your child" revelation aren't we? The narrative throughline of the season isnt the Duke she married, its the current duke/duchess that's gonna be the season finale. --- Back to Breanna and Robert, turns out the cheap bracelets cost 200 USD. Also he wants to play Jazz. Breanna knows where the Yes Virus needs to go (penthouse computer) --- Parker tells Harry to move it like a madagaskan lemur. Gold bars, land title deeds in Uzbek... (close enough to russia that it might have been a something Billy was covering up. Except then a reveal that Elliot knows he wasnt speaking russian cause Elliot speaks Russian.)

Oh god he's working with Billy. Thats our 3rd act complication isnt it? (yes a "sophie had a child" reveal would be a twist but it wouldnt be a complication to the con. But a betrayal by Billy...)

Richard challenges Harry to a duel. (who has spotted the bracelet. its in the mancave.) --- Oh Sophie is doing exposition about Nate, i thought we were gonna get into the Duke. (Or it could be both)

Richard just knocked Harry's earpiece out (quick, tell him its a hearing aid. You've spent too much time around loud cars and payed the price. He'll fall for it!) --- Back from commercial, It seems Harry is going for the lie i came up with (im starting to really get feel these writers)

Parker is compromised with her fake belly, and unfortunately Richard isnt buying the hearing aid story (worth a try) --- Breanna is so pissed that Harry's sword-fighting a viking and she's stuck as an accountant. (Ronald has gone home, grabbed his trumpet, returned to tell Breanna and now he's off again) --- "your brandy is watered down and your cubans are fake" hitting him where it hurts him most.

Harry gets to catch punch out a guy with a sword and catch a thrown axe with his shield. He's really getting into Phase 4. --- Meanwhile back at Sophie, we're she's stalling for time with expositiondumps to Debra. And the clock strikes (i think it was 4?) and Sophie turns the tide from reluctant admisions of past trauma to goading and baiting Debra into a confession. Oh she's calling for security after she just confessed to her actions on her own daily livestream? I do wonder what'll happen when we get back from commercials --- So yeah she was on broadcast (cause of course)

Breanna used Harry as a distraction to put her virus on Richards Wristband (man, if only Debra hadnt insisted on a Nuclear Missile-type 2-key situation she could've stopped all the returns from happening right now)

Harry runs into the Denouement looking like a fool because someone has to explain the logistics of the financial fallout (also he put in a call, the repoman works fast) --- Back at the theatre the Selleck Stache has been glued to a mixer. Parker is keeping the baby, and Harry is keeping the armor (it reeks but its probably expensive)

Richard spilled some beer in the car (which, is anticlimactic as far as "you ruined my car for the mission" jokes go), and Richard is playing jazz outside the theatre. ---

YES I KNEW THAT IT WASNT RUSSIA! It was the Uzbek deed after all! So our next mark is presumably this Ramsey guy. (if he's into runways, he's probably a plane-based smuggler) Final camera pan upwards to a devil-like statue. (not a Gargoyle as it isnt a waterfeature, and its mouthes and orifices are closed so it also isnt a grotesque)

#leverage #leverage redemption #leverage redemption season 2 #the pyramid job

[sinkat-arts]

It’s 5am and I can’t sleep… so, I wrote a Daisuga Drabble about… not being able to sleep. Completely unedited and tapped out on my phone, so apologies if it reads terribly.

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3AM

Daisuga, sexytimes implied but not written out

Insomnia struck at the worst times. If you asked him, Daichi would deny being an insomniac - it wasn’t a daily, weekly, or even monthly occurrence. But every so often, there were some nights when all he could do was lie in bed in a quiet rage, furious that he wasn’t sleeping... which, of course, only made it worse. He couldn’t sleep, so he was angry, and he was angry, so he couldn’t sleep - the insomnia ouroboros, repeating into eternity. Or at least until it was time to get up and get ready for work. 

Those nights had sucked when he lived alone, but now that he shared his bed, he was discovering that they were somehow worse. Tonight marked the first time insomnia reared its ugly head since he and Suga had decided to move in together, and it was like the sound of Suga’s measured breathing was taunting him. Somehow, the sound of someone he loved so dearly sleeping so peacefully next to him only added fuel to the fire. It wasn’t an entirely logical reaction, but logic was in short supply at 3:00 am on a weeknight. Especially when you needed to be awake in 4 hours.

It wasn’t for lack of trying that he couldn’t sleep, either. He’d cycled through so many strategies: white noise, rain sounds, meditation, hypnosis, melatonin, even those asmr recordings that Suga swore by but Daichi secretly thought were kind of creepy. Nothing really did the trick when his body, mind, or both just up and decided that he wasn’t sleeping that night. The best thing he could think of was simply to accept the situation. Instead of lying in bed angry at the world and becoming increasingly resentful of the fact that his boyfriend apparently came equipped with an off switch, he just gave in and decided to get up. There were plenty of things to be done - work to look over, books to read, something in the kitchen always needed cleaning -  he could at least be productive. 

Which was how Suga happened to find him on his hands and knees, wiping down the hallway baseboards at 3:30 am on a Monday morning. 

“I can’t say that I hate the view… but I have to ask… what the heck?” Suga’s voice came from somewhere behind him. 

“I’m… cleaning the baseboards?” Daichi answered, a little pinch of guilt for waking Suga up added itself to the heaping helping of embarrassment at being found doing something so damn weird in the middle of the night. He turned and saw Suga watching him, one hand on his hip and a look on his face that landed somewhere between puzzled and amused. 

“Yes, dear, I can see that. But why? Did I miss the memo that said the emperor was stopping by for breakfast?” 

“You didn’t get it?” Daichi asked, sitting back on his heels and giving Suga his best look of wide-eyed innocence. “7am sharp. You’re in charge of the table settings.” 

“Then I guess we’re in trouble. Unless the emperor finds mismatched chopsticks quaint…”

“Afraid not. It’s a fine china affair… damn, at this rate we’ll be the shame of the whole country. Maybe even the world…” 

Suga laughed. It never failed, even after all these years - the sound of Suga laughing always made Daichi’s heart thump… and when he was the cause of that laughter? There wasn’t anything better in the whole world… not even 8 hours of sleep. 

“But seriously… why are you cleaning the baseboards, you big weirdo?”

“I can’t sleep,” Daichi answered, folding the cleaning rag neatly into a little square and setting it down beside him. “Figured I should get something done,” grinning, he shrugged, “You know, instead of lying there plotting your murder because you, my love, snore.” 

In an instant, Suga’s face screwed up with indignation. “Don’t you ‘my love’ me - I do NOT snore!” Both hands were on his hips now. “And if you’re gonna murder me, at least do it for something less pedestrian. I deserve some scandal. If they don’t make a Netflix documentary about my death, what even is the point?” 

“You know… you’ve got me there,” Daichi said, chuckling as he pulled himself to his feet. He took the few steps needed to stand in front of Suga and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Still smiling, he pressed a kiss against his forehead. “You deserve the best four-part true crime miniseries money can buy.”

“Four-part minimum,” Suga sniffed. He looked thoughtful for a moment, and then that mischievous twinkle sparked in his eyes. He sidled in closer, both hands dropping to grip Daichi’s hips, pulling the two of them together so there was no space in between. Biting his lower lip, Suga looked up into Daichi’s eyes. “Maybe you just have a little too much energy. I could… help you burn some off, you know.”

“Mmm,” Daichi hummed. His voice was cast low… in spite of the long hours he’d been awake, having Suga this close, with his fingers pressing into his hips like that? He was feeling the first spark of heat. Suga had his attention - it didn’t take much, not from him. He lowered his head, cocking it a little for a better angle, but stopping just millimeters short of the kiss Suga was most definitely expecting. Daichi could feel the anticipation coming off of him. “I could go get another cleaning cloth, if you really wanted to help…”

“Shut up,” Suga breathed and crossed that millimeter gap to press their lips together.

An hour later, coated in a thin sheen of sweat and utterly spent, Daichi was back in bed, lying on his back with the love of his life slotted in next to him. Suga’s head rested on his chest, and Daichi pressed a kiss into sweat-damp hair as he listened to the sound of his breathing as it settled. His own breathing fell into rhythm naturally, and they rose and fell together. 

He still couldn’t sleep. If anything, he was worse off than before, but… he couldn’t say he was still angry about it. How could he be mad when his heart was so full? The sun would rise soon, and their day would carry them apart to their separate destinations, but right now, this moment together in the dark, set to the sound of his sleeping lover’s breathing… it was peace and fulfillment and so much more love than he ever thought possible. It was everything. 

Well worth one sleepless Sunday and a miserable Monday, he’d say. 

#Daisuga #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #daichi #suga #haikyuu #haikyu #Drabble #what even is the accepted length of a Drabble #fanfiction #or just delete it because late night writing on the phone is probably bad

[friendly-neighborhood-arsonist]

I'm so tired of being told how much of an inconvenience, burden and a failure I am by the people who are supposed to be taking care of me while I am struggling.

I'm fucking 16 I should be choosing what shitty movie to go see with my friends not do I sacrifice my college fund to not be in constant pain.

I have ADHD, Anxiety, Depression, Autism and likely OCD. And every fucking day I get told how I'm a screw up or a burden.

Every day that I had physical therapy on the drive home my mom would complain to me of how much an inconvenience it was to drive me there and how expensive it was. How fucking selfish do you have to be to make your 16 year old feel GUILTY about receiving medical care so they're not in constant pain.

I am stressed and anxious and depressed and miserable and scared and in pain and teetering on the edge by myself and then they come in and make me feel worse.

I haven't had a fucking break in over a year, my family filled up my whole summer I didn't get any space to breathe. And every time I tell them I'm struggling and I can't their response is to stop me from doing anything restful or fun and shit on me every second I'm not being productive. I don't need a 24/7 guilt trip I need a fucking break.

My mom won't even let me have a fucking break on my own terms in a way thay would actually be helpful and restful. I'm graduating early, I told my mom last year I wanted to take this year completely off and graduate at a normal time because I was overwhelmed and severely struggling with mental illness. (If I have any classes it's not a break I need to have no school to actually fucking rest because of mental illness) she said I could do a reduced course load and not graduate early or graduate early. Why the fuck do you need to control how I do school!!!!!! If you're fine with me not graduating early then let me take a fucking break in a way thays meaningful and restful to me. Because of scholarships because college is stupidly expensive I'm now forced to continue going to school for the next 4 years without a break. I'm so fucking done. My breaking point was a year ago. I've been in a constant cycle of burnout, depression and misery for a whole fucking year without a break. But no one seems to give a shit.

I Hate being miserable. I hate not being able to function. I hate being in constant pain. I hate having 3 mental breakdowns a week. I'm so fucking done with it all.

I want to not be in pain. I want to not cry every day. I want to not live in a constant state of anxiety. I want to be happy. I want to feel loved. I want to have fun. I want to be a kid. I want to rest. I need to rest.

#tw vent #vent #vent post #long post

[foggyparadisecandy]

On Guilt vs Shame

People get this wrong all the time so here's a way to frame it up:

Guilt is a sense that "I did something wrong."

Shame is "I am fundamentally flawed as a human being."

Guilt can be productive because it requires you to understand who you want to be and how you want to be perceived. And if you do something that isn't in alignment with that, guilt is a complex mechanism that tells you "I might need to look into this and adjust either how I'm acting or how I want to be perceived."

Guilt can also be triggered if you acted perfectly in alignment with your beliefs but you come to find that you have hurt someone else or done something that is harmful to someone else. A well-meaning effort, as you intended, might have landed wrong because of something you weren't aware of. When you become aware of the new information, then you can adjust (if you choose to) in the future.

Guilt is based on the external world for the most part - how were you or your actions pereceived by others.

Shame can be overwhelming and debilitating. Usually shame is internal focused and based on assumptions that you are being judged harshly by others. Although in reality, you are usually putting it on yourself.

In this internal preoccupation, you might end up berating and beating yourself up with shame. Some people will do this as a path to forgiveness but it can be extremely destructive to your ego and self-esteem, and does NOTHING to help fix whatever triggered your shame.

Let's say you do something awful and hurt a friend horribly, and you feel ashamed and start beating yourself up. That self-hate and being angry with yourself will consume your mind and time. What might be a better course of action is to make amends. Reach out and apologize and attempt to fix the situation, if possible, or explain how you will make sure it doesn't happen again.

Guilt can lead to shame so you need to watch out for the non-productive mechanics around shame.

Bottom line: if you are feeling shame, take a breather, and figure out what triggered the shame, get out of your head, and take positive steps to resolve the core issue with the external parties so you can repair relationships if you feel it's warranted.

Not all guilty feelings need action. If you screwed up, and it's irreparable, well then, just learn what to do next time to keep your behavior and your self view in alignment.

I'm still figuring all this out so if you disagree or want to add something, I would love to hear it.

I hope this helps you keep track of guilt and shame in your life and focus on positive outcomes.

#on topic #self care #self love

[goldies-cryptobitch]

I just had to jot down some thoughts because I am on an Until Dawn/Trollhunters spiral (as if anybody can't tell from this commission lol. On a side note, I don't know if I've said it upfront before, but seriously, @undeadchestnut is such a great person to work with if you're looking for artists to visualize your art ideas, would HIGHLY recommend!) I love them both so much, and Angor and Josh both deserved SO much justice and I know I don't usually do a lot of talking here, and I know this crossover is obscure and strange and probably not interesting to most, but screw it, here's a crossover idea dump because I'm always emotional over these two (Mostly Josh right now, but I love them both equally)

◉ Josh being saved from the mines BEFORE dying or transforming into a bloodthirsty monster because seriously, screw those endings. I don't have an answer for why or how Trollhunters would end up there, but they could save his ass with ease.

◉ Jim and Josh being #TeamDaddyIssues, Jim sharing his absurd amount of troll dads because god knows Josh needs a non-neglectful father figure in his life too (Parental figure in general, for that matter. Can't believe the Washingtons ignored their last living child for so long that he could set up his revenge prank with literally nobody noticing. smh)

◉ Barbara helping Josh get over his anxiety/mistrust of doctors and the medical system, especially after those downright cruel Dr. Hill hallucinations, and getting him the medication he needs

◉ Jim and co. being a supportive friend group??? That don't fight 24/7 and bully each other to literal death????? Revolutionary.

◉ Claire accidentally becoming like a reminder of his sisters in Josh's eyes (because she definitely has Beth energy, don't @ me, you can't deny it) and Josh having to work through a lot of the Complicated Grief Feelings he's been pushing down for a damn year, but he can do that in a safe environment this time because the Trollhunters kids are a ✨Supportive Friend Group✨

◉ Sam, Chris, and Josh ditching the rest of their toxic-ass, shitstain friends in favour of the ✨Supportive Friend Group✨

◉ Barbara helping Josh get over his anxiety/mistrust of doctors and the medical system, especially after those downright cruel Dr. Hill hallucinations, and getting him the medication he needs

◉ Angor Rot and Josh both being able to relate to the whole "Most people I've ever placed my trust in ended up betraying me" vibe, but Angor being more mature and knowledgeable (and having a better understanding of actual friendship thanks to the Trollhunters gang) would have to work it into Josh's head that no, bullying each other and hating 90% of your friend group is actually NOT normal, healthy, or a stable way to keep relationships lmao. "Revenge-pranking" and ignoring the actual issue to get over your survivor's guilt and severe hatred is actually Not A Great Remedy, Joshua.

◉ The Trollhunters gang canonically enjoys horror movies, if I remember correctly, so Josh's dad being a famous horror director and the special effects/production skills Josh learned from that could be a fun thing they might all bond over.

◉ On the opposite side of that, the absolutely chaotic pranks Josh and NotEnrique could pull off together with their combined intelligence and thirst for chaos would be off-the-charts wildness. Josh and NotEnrique would be AMAZING friends.

◉ I'd say they'd start a Youtube prank channel together, but given that Josh's prank history is like a more extreme version of the Sam Pepper "Best Friend Murder" prank, that might not go over so well publicly lmfao

◉ Barbara helping Josh get over his anxiety/mistrust of doctors and the medical system, especially after those downright cruel Dr. Hill hallucinations, and getting him the medication he needs

◉ Sam and Claire bonding over their boyfriends' past "i mUsT bEaR mY pAiN aLoNe" idiocy

◉ Sam also lowkey being horrified at how much the Trollhunter kids have had to put up with too. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FOUGHT IN A MAGICAL WAR AT 16?!"

◉ I don't know what Chris might do in the group tbh, but him and Toby sharing the whole "nerdass dork, ride-or-die best friend" role makes me smile. They'd support their bros together, I guess. 😛 (I could see Chris joining in with Josh and NotEnrique's milder hijinks, but he's too much of a mom friend to go as extreme as those two would be willing to)

◉ At that point, Biggest Mom Friend Samantha would have to reel in their craziness and give 'em a good scolding lmfao

#Trollhunters #Until Dawn #Josh #Angor Rot #NotEnrique #Jim #Toby #Claire #Sam #Chris #Text Post #Listen this might be an obscure stupid crossover idea but I just need Josh to have actual proper love and support in his life okay #He deserved better than that godawful w*ndigo fate #I hate how both these pieces of media gives me actually well-written characters with understandable motives for their actions #Instead of 100% villainizing them or in Josh's case brushing him off as ''irrideemably crazy'' like so much horror does with schizophrenia #And then goes and kills them off or gives them 'worse than death fates' like come on dude. #You were so close to greatness. We were THIS CLOSE. #Let the traumatized and mentally ill have proper redemption and healing stories please. I'm begging here.

[kinneys]

My take on the rq post is that 1) it's a very dumb clickbait move to title it like someone's accusing Alex newall personally of like abuse, when he is barely in it 2) it sounds like the company sucks to work for, does not provide solid stable employment,and has screwed over people to some degree, or at least individuals within it certainly have, which may be worth knowing as a fan your view 3) it's nothing so dramatic I feel any guilt whatsoever about listening to TMA which is their only podcast I listen to, even if I don't give them money or anything and never have

I really love TMA, I think it's an exceptionally well crafted Narrative Work. It is immensely popular for a reason; I find the intense backlash to it #onhere very tiring. Dislike it all you want, but people act like it's offensively bad and an evil big corporate podcast that chewed up everything they love, which I just don't think is fair and people are very weirdly anti it/rq for reasons I don't understand. Popular things you're not into can be hugely annoying, but I don't think it's a good look to constantly constantly bitch about it and their fans as I see many do

It's sad, but wholly unsurprising, to see a little company started by friends that struck gold with TMA fail to expand financially or productively much beyond that, but it happens, they have one idea/product that's much more popular than the others. I wouldn't invest emotionally in any Small Podcast Company being well run when these are the circumstances it was set up in. This isn't to excuse them at all, it's just to say the stakes of this were imo pretty evident already. Ymmv but it is nothing earth shattering to me, I'd just say disappointed but not surprised!

#rusty quill

[vintage-brass-tc]

tw: suicide/vent talk

I’m not depressed or anything, nor am I suicidal, but every time there’s a long weekend or an extended period of time more than a day that I don’t have anything scheduled, I always feel this existential sense of dread and guilt. No matter how much I try, I really cannot place where it’s coming from.

I start getting really stressed and overwhelmed, isolate myself, stop talking, then either start crying or stare at the wall in a dark room, wondering why there’s a pit in my throat and stomach and what I did wrong to cause that, but I don’t know what the source of the problem is, so I don’t know how to fix it.

Then I begin to ask myself if the way I’ve been living is really worth it, and if I’m even significant to the people around me, and if should just give up. Give up band, give up school, give up everything I’ve been working for, so that I can’t stress out about anything. But I can’t do that. Then I’d be worth nothing.

I just start having a whole mental crisis, and I don’t know why, but I need a schedule to distract myself from my own thoughts so this stuff doesn’t start happening. When I actually have the time and silence to listen to my own train of thought, I get so worked up. Like the feeling that you have ten essays due in an hour and you haven’t written a lick of it. Even if I don’t have work, I always feel a pang of guilt and anger, like I’m mad at myself for not doing anything productive. Even if I do, it’s never usually enough.

I’ve never been able to relax in what feels like a very, very, very long time. I’m so afraid of screwing up my own life, so much so that, in this temporary moment of despair, I want to end it all and stop living it.

I can’t do this anymore

in moments like these I wonder what he would say. He doesn’t know that this happens to me, he’s only ever seen me when my mind is occupied. Would he worry or would he tell me to quit the band

am I even worth it to him

would he even care

The realistic part of my brain is like, obviously, people care about me and I’ve had an effect on many people I’ve met, and people like me and would probably miss me if I was gone. But during these times I just can’t hold on to that thought. I get too stressed out and worry about all of the bad

and the things I could do better

I hate this

I wish I was as happy as people always say I am

I usually am positive but

this hurts

I can’t do this anymore

#personal #vent #u #obviously I won’t do anything #but the thoughts are so strong #like so strong that this feeling of sadness and guilt #actually hurts #like actually hurts so much #I want to talk to him #but I don’t know what to say #I want to throw up #I just want him to sit next to me for a while in silence #that’s it #that would make everything better right now #I’ll probably delete this #but I’ve been absolutely awful mentally for the past month and a half #not fun #I don’t know how to make it stop

[hollowayhqs]

INTRODUCING THE APATHETIC... DAX CALLAHAN.

Label: The Apathetic

Name: Dax Callahan

Age: 27

Gender: Cis-male

Pronouns: He/They

Species: Siren

Face claim: Joe Keery

Character Occupation: Farmhand at Hollowdale Farms

Neighbourhood of residence: Hollowdale Farms

Affiliation: N/A Length of stay in Holloway: 27 years

WC: Three younger half-sisters, between 18 - 23/24.

CHARACTER SUMMARY:

(TW: Parental abandonment; physical and verbal abuse)

With his biological father gone long before Dax was born, he grew up nothing about the man beyond that the fact that he contributed to his existence. His mother had made up her mind to keep tight-lipped about him, determined that Dax would never find out about his paternal lineage out of fear that he would go out and seek answers to things she didn't want him discovering and getting involved in. Unfortunately, her decision began backfire on both of them as Dax grew older and his emotions grew along with him. Her second partner, a man with a mean streak whenever he drank, tormented the young boy, spewing awful things about his emotional disposition. Weak, spineless, cowardly - these just a few of the insults Dax's stepfather threw his way during his drunken rages. And as Dax entered his adolescence, he began to add physical punches as well to his abuse. Unbeknownst to either of them, Dax began to inadvertently feed off of his stepfather's own strong emotions. He felt the man's anger as his own, which led to him to begin taking it out on his schoolmates all through high school. He felt their subsequent fear as well and fed off of it as well, twisting it into an emotional high that turned him into the very person he feared at home. Finally, at the age of eighteen, Dax realized he needed to break the cycle or less he would end up his stepfather, if not worse. Freshly graduated from high school and with no real plan for his future other than to get away from the abusive environment at home, he made his way over to Hollowdale Farms, figuring that the manual labor would at least be a more productive outlet for him to channel his emotions into. He's remained in the area ever since, having become somewhat of a recluse from the rest of the town out of shame for his past. He prefers to keep to himself these, keeping his emotions just as hidden away as he's kept himself from Halloway for the past near decade. Still, no matter how tightly he attempts to screw the lid on his feelings, they continue to threaten to spill out. He still worries about his mother, who's remained under the oppressive thumb of his stepfather, along with his three younger half-sisters. Guilt eats away at him every day, making him feel selfish for leaving them to fend for themselves. And a certain other feeling he hasn't been able to put his finger on has been recently nagging at him as well, tugging and twisting at his gut, trying to warn him about something. Just what, though, he can't figure out.

#tw parental abandonment #tw abuse #apathetic #dax #supernatural rp #town rp #literate rp

[ubyr-babaj]

Also I guess what annoys me, is that the fics where Seward comes up to some other character and goes: "I feel guilty for Renfield/Lucy's death/Mina's assault, what do I do?" never deal with his guilt in a productive way. Like it's always just about him being comforted and told that he's good person and he did everything right. Nobody ever asks him what he wants to do if he actually did screw up. Nobody even asks whether he wants to be reassured, or punished and why he relies on other people to be his moral compass.

#jack seward

[jacquelinemerritt]

Diamond is Unbreakable: Episode 6 Review

Originally posted May 30th, 2016

Con artist versus parent: the ultimate showdown.

There’s no shortage of representation for con artists in popular media. Hell, the majority of the “heist” genre is devoted to showing them swindling people out of their money, albeit in a more material fashion than most would use. These con artists are suave, intelligent, and charismatic; their entire appeal as an archetype is that they can take you for all your worth and you won’t care a bit because of how much fun you had getting screwed.

Tamami Kobayashi is not this type of con artist. He’s short, lanky, and obnoxious, and though he has a lot of persuasive ability, every action he takes and every word that comes out of his mouth is tainted by an unstated sinister desire, and as he interacts with the equivalent of a high school freshman, it is impossible to feel anything but discomfort at the power dynamic he instantly establishes with Koichi by playing up his fears of having caused an innocent creature severe harm. Given that this is the world of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, it’s then no surprise that this strange man would have access to a Stand of his own, and for Tamami’s Stand to be the physical manifestation of his “mark’s” guilt makes complete sense.

While Koichi spends the first half of this episode at the mercy of Tamami, saved only by Josuke instantly seeing through Tamami’s charade, he finds his agency in the second half when Tamami shows up at his house, having found a new mark in Koichi’s mother. He spins a reasonable tale to her too, acting like his and Koichi’s encounter was brief and innocent, with an accidental mix-up of wallets costing him over 500,000 yen, and upon his recall of the details of a receipt he slipped into Koichi’s wallet earlier, he convinces Koichi’s mother that her son has kept that money intentionally, and weighs her down with a lock on her heart.

It is at this point that Koichi gets justifiably pissed and summons his Stand, who emerges from the cracked egg as Echoes Pt. 1. Now, see, Echoes is one of my favorite Stands, so if you’ll allow me, I’m going to fangirl for a moment and point out just how freaking cool the idea of a Stand that works by slapping physical sound effects onto objects are, and David Productions does an excellent job representing this, cutting out the music when we first see it used and allowing us to experience the deafening vibrations Tamami is forced to experience.

Of course, in addition to being sleazy, Tamami is also incredibly desperate, and so instead of allowing the overwhelming sound to stop him, he instead grabs a kitchen knife and cuts himself, attempting to cast the blame on Koichi. When Koichi’s mother sees this, The Lock grows significantly bigger on her, but in an absolutely brilliant twist, Koichi turns the situation around by using Echoes to plead with his mother to believe in him, and it works.

Koichi’s mother almost immediately realizes that questioning her son’s goodness was a mistake, and The Lock is lifted from her heart as she begins to trust Koichi completely, as she’s never had any evidence of him doing harm before. It’s a clever way for Koichi to win not only because it’s the type of faith that a scumbag like Tamami couldn’t have predicted, but because it affirms in pretty clear terms just how important it is for parents to listen to their children, as more often than not, they’re genuinely being honest with you.

Rating: 4.5/5

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Stray Observations

The first song on the radio is from “RIP Big Bro.” Aka Okuyasu. And now I’m sad.

That Koichi’s mom is led to contemplate suicide by the lock is fairly dark, and it suggests that Tamami has used his Stand to have someone kill themselves before, which is even darker.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure diamond is unbreakable #jjba #jjba diamond is unbreakable #jjba diu #diamond is unbreakable #diu #david production #davidpro #josuke higashikata #jotaro kujo #okuyasu nijimura #koichi hirose #DiU ep06