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cato616 · 1 year

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PREDICTABLE FEELING (part one)

kendall roy x fem reader

im finally writing about someone else rather than only about roman roy lol,, hope you get to like this one

it wasn't exactly a request but my first comment received from someone here said basically that they'll wait for a kendall roy one, here i am! lol

summary: you, the assistant of kendall roy, got yourself stuck on the cliché destiny of felling in love with your boss.

parts: pt.2 // pt.3 // pt.4

content: mostly fluff honestly, at some point there may get to angst.

Reserved, introverted, from time to time getting shy, but also getting confident; you were struggling to find your place at Waystar Royco, it's hard to be anyone's assistant here, but since you got a little bit closer to kendall, it made you feel less pressured.

As for today, you where sitting at a desk of your own outside kendall's personal office; as you know, there was only glass walls between you two.

While writing something down on your computer, out of curiosity you look up lifting your head just a bit, and you see kendall, roman and shiv inside his office; kendall it's sitting against his desk, both hands behind him, palms facing on top it, basically standing resting his whole body, and legs slightly being crossed, one on top of the other; while roman was sitting on an individual couch, and shiv was standing, arms crossed. You wanted take a little peek of what was going on there, you don't really like to start conversations but you really are an observant person (as a kid you did want to become a detective, how cute); however you would then get noted about it later tho, since you were his assistant obviously; you kept looking around and found yourself making accidentally eye contact with roman, you get nervous like if someone caught you sneaking around on a private matter, so of course unconsciouslly you lead your sight almost immediately back to your computer, like if nothing happened. Although you can't resist too take a look again. You slowly side eye back again, and like if it was a horror film, roman was completely standing still now closer to the glass, eyes wide open and saying nothing.

You jump "...jesus" you whisper to yourself. Roman started cackling almost; he was pranking you. "oh that was great, great in need" he was feeling proud of whatever that was. "hey dude, what's going on, why you laughing, we were talking" says kendall. "oh yeah yeah, sorry it's just your assistant is so easy to scare" roman was back sitting while still gaggling, and when you heard him saying that, you got really embarrassed and instantly get back to whatever you were doing in g-mail, you even blush a little since you were an incredibly shy person. "oh come on roman, really? you're messing with our assistants now?." Shiv implored. "yeah man, try to not be yourself and treat her like that". When he said that apparently you heard some type of silence in the room. Shiv and roman were completely staring at kendall. "oh oh, not treat her like that, got it, so what's your dog name then?" Roman sarcastically said to kendall. "You're being unserious roman, so... stop." Kendall couldn't make eye contact with them; then Shiv started to play along too. "yeah bro, are you scared to hurt her pretty feelings or something?" She chuckled. "ha ha, so funny you guys" kendall replied with a sarcastic tone. "oh come on, kendall, you're even turning pink you sick bastard". Shiv jokingly told him, smiling. "i am not by the way." Kendall stated. "She's actually nice and very timid, so i would feel bad if she was feeling upset, that's it"

You unfortunately heard him saying that; you didn't know why, but it did not make you much amused hearing it; you felt like, a little kid, who couldn't do anything for herself and was scared of everything, like a fragile little puppy; you don't like that, you don't like too be seen like a weakling, it's okay to be shy, still can't fight the feeling you would feel much happier if you wouldn't be, however, you are always too afraid to make a sound on every room you could be in, you're trying to get better at it; you imagine how easy it would be if you were more comfortable when being confident around people. You unblush, get sad at it, wishing you wouldn't had hear those words; you sigh and slightly look down. So that's how everyone sees me here

"Let's hope that fucking 'romeo' doesn't falls in the assistant-boss cliche." Roman giggles. "Right ken?" Roman keeps teasing him. Kendall doesn't want to look at him, looks irritated by this whole conversation. "o..kay, i feel it got a little bit tense here, how about we come in later huh?" Shiv kindly suggests in a mocking way as well, just trying to light up the mood.

They both leave the office; your eyes follow their movement towards the elevator. huh, they left. Of course, your eyes had to get back to kendall's office to see what's he's doing now. oh! shit. That's when your eyes met, he was already looking at you, but you got nervous and now again got your eyes rapidly changing to see the computer once more; your face flushed straight away.

You tried very hard to seem like you were nothing but working. okay, i am now tapping on my keyboard that um...

graphic demostration:

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i am working, working mind.

You keep focusing on deceiving kendall; until your phones vibrates, and noticed you got massages from him. Your heart is pounding very fast.

hey sorry, i don't feel like raising my voice

could you come in here

You saw his messages and then looked up, he was waiting for you to come inside the room; you stood up, and couldn't help but to try to fix your hair in a discreet way; you opened the door and then closed it. "Yes, kendall, what's up" you smile. He was sitting at his desk thinking what to say. "did you, hear anything from inside here?". He seems to feel worried. "um... what did you talk about?". You played dumb, not interesting on having a conversation about your feelings; you hoped that kendall wouldn't realize you were lying. "oh, nothing then." You fake smile, hiding the fact you're relieved he didn't notice. "i am sorry about roman tho" he said generously. "oh yeah I get it, roman being roman" you chuckled, however you felt you were cringing yourself and immediately stopped laughing while trying to clear your throat; you felt awkward, when there was no need to feel like that. "Just so you know, if you want to talk about anything, im here." Kendall gave a big warm smile to you, and you smile back. "Well thank... you, I'll make sure to keep it in mind" You slowly start walking backwards towards the door to then shutter it in front of you, and getting back to your desk outside the corridor.

You really try to get back to work, but somehow you get distracted; you've been daydreaming a lot lately. With every word you type, something different comes to mind, about kendall; you can't deny the fact his eyes tend to shine when getting worried; he's usually not afraid to show his very nice grin to people when amused, really cute smile; he's nice and gentle, and he's... oh no.

You stopped writing, when you realized you had feelings for him. Actually you already knew about it, but didn't want to admit it, you're starting to not paying attention to what you're doing due to your feelings towards him. You could have a crush on anyone, but your boss?

that's fucking great

However, you got lost by his presence; you looked over his office, he was on his computer as well, you kept on gazing at him, you couldn't stop, your face was lighting up while unnoticeably smirking.

He then suddenly stands up and starts walking in a hurry, you of course had already started looking over your desktop before he would noticed.

He stopped for a brief moment. "hey, I'm going to the restroom if anyone asks" he then kept on walking. "yeah sure... oh and now you're gone." He didn't hear you say it, he really must've been in a hurry to that bathroom.

wow such a touching moment. You said to yourself in an ironic wat, already stressed out about how difficult this crush is going to be for you; you had your hands over your face, this is going to be tough.

"hey! um... where's our brother?" Asked roman with shiv by his side. You felt jumpy again, feeling caught; you put your hands away from your face. "oh yeah, he went to the restroom just now, what's up?." please don't say anything about me. "we have some newss..." Roman kept on looking around, then shiv suddenly asks, "were you, feeling okay?" oh come on now. You try to be unbothered by the sudden change of subject. "yes I am, Fine!" you intensely grin. "oh yuck you didn't have to go too hard on that fake smile." Roman states; and you then stopped smiling, tensing your lips, feeling annoyed. Then kendall finally comes back. finally he's here. You actually got happy to just see his face again, your eyes sparkle.

"Guys, 'sup?" stopping halfway, now they're all three right next by my desk. "we have something" Shiv informed him but with an exciting tone. "oh well let's go inside" Kendall tells them, by then closing the door.

Now all they all around together, kendall expecting exciting news. "so??" He asked them impatiently. "Stewie, he said yes, he's in" Shiv told him at last; both shiv and roman seemed very content, they were all smiling. "holy shit, okay! yeah!... we need to celebrate" kendall was amused by this. "fuck yeah bro" Roman said thrilled but kept his compose. "okay yeah we'll do something at my place tonight, something small." Kendall grabbed his phone, looks like he was writing people. "is your dirty secretary going too?" Roman couldn't stop on teasing him about it. Kendall already looked pissed off by the comment, by not furious, he was still rather happy. "Stop saying that roman, and by the way of course she's coming, she's an assistant." Both roman and shiv were slightly giggling, while kendall left his phone on his desk and decided to walk out to look for something, roman didn't follow him but kept on annoy him. "sure ken, don't forget your condoms!" Roman yelled, however he ignored it. "woah okay roman shut up" Shiv told roman, still finding it funny but trying not to be embarrassed by it.

Kendall was actually going towards you; he put his hands on top of your desk to notify you about tonight. "Hey so tonight we three were planning to have a little something to celebrate, let some of my associates know and be there with me." You were secretly delighted with this event, trying to be professional enough. You started to type on your phone. "yeah sure, you got it." You said to him while avoiding eye contact. He was about to head back in, but once again put his hands over your desk, you felt confused by the action wondering what was he going to say. "Please try to have a good time at the party, we can... both have a good time, yes?" you were stunned by his words, getting tongue tied. "y-yeah sure... I'll try to." You smile at him, and he then gives you that smile that you love so much, that warms your heart. "And well of course remember be there early to... assist" He jokes around a little bit, with a genuine laughing, and you laugh too.

It got you nervous, but you do in fact are going to have a good time.

continue.

#kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy x you #kendall succession #succession fic #succession #fem reader #roman roy #shiv roy #fluff #part one #y/n #female reader #fem y/n

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unlikelyjapan · 11 months

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s2e2 rewatch notes

Back on the horse - less wine this time, but probably some of the same analysis you've heard before:

Carmy + Syd all matchy-matchy walking down the hall to "She Drives Me Crazy" by fine young cannibals <3 - and Carmy so badly wants to learn more details about her Dad in that scene.

After sawing open the locker, Carmy immediately passes the hat to Richie (knowing that will give him the kind of comfort he needs) and then instantly moves to self-soothing himself by asking Sydney over to the apartment to work on the menu.

Someone on here already pointed this out, but I didn't see how marked it was until a rewatch - Marcus was *totally* trying to divert Syd's attention right after the invite by requesting "more inspiration" (even syd seems surprised by the timing). There wasn't even a scene break, so we can't blame it on editing - they're really working OT to draw our attention to the 'triangle'.

Carmy's "at least you can rely on him. Is your mom cool" - "So, your dad...." man he's really needling her, this episode is a lot of him trying to connect and getting (nicely) rebuffed - I can't imagine how those soft slights play over in his messed-up head.

Sugar's whole toilet monologue "We don't try new things - we keep doing the exact same things with the exact same people" followed in the next beat by "Who doesn't want easy? Who doesn't want to just be fucking okay?" was a (maybe too tidy) synopsis for the whole series. It's Ebra vs. Tina's perspectives. It's Carmy with Claire vs. Syd. It's Richie's aversion to change vs. understanding his life needs to move on by force.

To be honest, the whole saccharine meet-cute vs. Syd with her Dad parallel play was harder to sit through the second time, but I did it:

The Radiator story was offered up about Syd's mom being more competent than Emmanuel, and how that made her so attractive to him. This is followed by Syd revealing how high the stakes and sacrifices are with her and Carmy with the relationship restaurant.

Emmanuel has an inkling that Carmy is "the man" from the radiator story, and (protective dad-mode activated) his daughter as far too equally competent and vulnerable for such an arrangement (which is on the nose, given these scenes are spliced with foreshadowing at the grocery store).

Followed by Syd revealing how high the stakes and sacrifice are with her and Carmy and the pursuit of the restaurant - her dad seeing carmy as "the man" and her as far too competent for such a hashed arrangement.

Emmanuel says "The restaurants - they're hard and they don't work out" - it's almost like he's echoing/warning her about a relationship with Carmy. "It doesn't mean that YOU won't" - this is literally how all conversations go with concerned parents after you bust out a spontaneous engagement announcement, ha.

Syd gives the classic rebuttal - "I'm in a better place in my life - I've learned a lot of lessons - I know what I'm doing"

After he asks if she trusts him, and after a quiet moment she scoffs - it's almost like she's thinking about saying something else before she pivots and talks about it being weird that she's older than her mom was when she died now, bringing it back to something she knows he can relate to.

She also doesn't quite believe she's "just as wonderful" as her mom - and/or can't take compliments. Syds are made in the same factory that Carmy's come from I guess *sobs*

MEANWHILE - standard meet-cute stuff and bashful Carm, until Carmy almost seems taken aback when Claire says ""because I wanted to understand it" re: the whole broken-arm thing. He takes a beat, looking away, before stuttering his throwaway "th...that was at roosevelt?" line. It obviously derailed him, as it doesn't compute with his idea of care.

I didn't catch this before, but the conviction in the whole "Because you're the bear and I remember you" line delivery is more forceful and less murmured than all the other lines - if you think she's guessing/nostalgic/riffing with him here, I have a bridge to sell you. She talks with Fak, Tiff etc - girl is on her game with reconissance.

#the bear fx #the bear season 2 #the bear spoilers #carmen berzatto #syd x carmy #the bear #tina the bear #sydney x carmy #carmy berzatto #carmy x sydney

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chere-indolente-plays · 17 days

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Here are a happy bunch of occults ready to attend their first Drag show as per @cowplant-snacks's request

I just though it'd be a fun exercise making vanilla modern sims for once so I ended up re-purposing and playing around with some of the occults I created for my simblreen promo shots.

Isadora Hamani

genius / perfectionist / romantic

Althought Isadora loves mixing victorian, edwardian and 1970s influence in her wardrobe and playing up the mystery of her true age (a vampire lady never tells), her latest obsession has been wracking her brain on contemporary computer programming. Nothing screams computer whiz like antique edwardian lace and bell bottoms, don't you agree ?

Philomène Rey

dance machine / bookworm / adventurous

Philomène is just here to enjoy everything life has to offer, be it devouring the latest novels, giving their heart away to whom ever they please, dancing all night, casting spells on the whole town or climbing on top of the world. Preferably whilst excelling at all of the above like a true renaissance sim ought to.

Alma Lempicka

clumsy / insider / active

When Alma is not taking care of all of her precious plants - living her freelance botanist dream - , she's probably busy tending to her numerous social club engagements. Although she could most certainly sustain herself solely on her own plasma fruit crop, she does like a bit of neck drinking here and there. Which is, by the way, the only kind of action this aroace vamp is remotely interested in.

Nova Six

green fiend / loves outdoor / outgoing

Nova just looooves Earth : basking in the scenery, interacting with the local (in all kinds of ways) ... This is the perfect place to relax, become a true zen gourou and even maybe experience that love thing the humans can't seem to stop talking about (maybe with one of the "women" ones ?).

Cleo Davis

high maintenance / party animal / cat lover

Cleo is one fancy ace bitch on her way to learn all the secrets of ancient spellcraft & sorcery and doing so stylishly. Currently on the look out for a fur baby to come back to after her long nights of partying, preferably a black kitty to match her witchy lifestyle but she might settle for a girlfriend instead.

Oscar Grey

snob / art lover / creative

Oscar is very gay for the boys and definitely is not an off brand vampire version of Oscar Wilde, definitely not 👀 ... Obviously, he's a snobbish aesthete from a era gone by and aspires to be a bestselling author as nature intended.

#my babies are ready to party #they like to do séances together too #ts4 sim request #ts4 occult #queer sims #ts4 vampires #ts4 spellcaster #ts4 alien #yes there is an alien despite the rules so what ?#Nova was already there #she loves drag I swear

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the-fiction-witch · 11 months

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I'm Employed

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Flirty AF

Concept Assistant

I sat working away on this damn report on my third cup of coffee since getting home when the apartment door opened to a very happy Thomas.

"How'd it go?" I asked as he dumped his stuff and went for a beer from the fridge

"First place was a bust he wanted five years customer service experience, second was a flop I needed first aid training"

"That's not hard to do Thomas"

"Next two where big no's apparently I didn't have qualifications"

"So you wasted your whole day at hat bus fair I lent you" I sighed

"AHH ah ah. Don't be so negative."

"Kinda hard when your four months behind in rent, don't have any prospects and just fucked four job interviews"

"I had five today" he says sitting at the table with me smiling widely

"And How'd the fifth go?"

"I'm employed. I start tomorrow"

"..... What the hell did you do beg?"

"No, I was just what she was looking for"

"She?"

"Y/n y/l/n, she wanted an assistant"

"An assistant? Even though you have no business training. No secretary experience. No reception experience. No admin or administration work ever in your life. The computer knowledge of a young bommer and the inability to remember papersizes?'

"Yes."

"And you were hired?"

"Yes"

"...are you sure because you're not great and picking up sarcasm Thomas?"

He grabbed a folded bit of paper from his pocket and it was true he had a job "... I'm so confused how the hell you did this"

"I'll be honest I'm not sure how I did either but I'm not questioning it"

"Company's to big to be a scam. And doing too well to be trying to pin shit on you. It might be a cult?'

"No I'm good at picking up cult vibes"

".... You almost joined a cult last year"

"Yeah and now I know the signs" he says "I think she might have hired me because I'm cute?"

"Really?"

"She did ask me to pick up pencils alot. And turned the heat way up so I'd take my jacket off. And now im thinking about it I'm not confident that was a spider on my thigh?'

"...and that's sexual harassment"

"Not if I'm into it"

"Are you into it?"

"She was wearing pencil skirt."

"Thomas. You need a job. For just ten whole minutes could you not think with your dick,"

"I have a job. I get paid on Friday and my dick is very happy"

"I can't believe I have to tell you this but don't fuck your boss"

I only got more and more worried about Thomas, he's my best mate but… he's not the brightest. And not the best and picking up social cues. Especially romantic ones, I can't even count the amount of times people have very obviously hit on him and it goes over his dumb blonde head like a rabbit on a pair of skiis, he comes home and explains his day and I honestly have to sit there and question how he isn't picking up that this boss of his is clearly into him, clearly hitting in him, and honestly sexualy harrasing and even exploting him a little and still he hadn't even picked up on it. So on my lunch break I decided to get him some lunch and pay his office a visit, I got our stuff and headed up having a little bit of a time to find the office but I found the small room eventually with a door to another office beside it

"Hi jack" he smiled

"Hi… what uhh what is happening here?" I asked looking at the general state of his office

"Ohh y/n said she didn't want to bother the maintenance guys with her broken spare chair, so I said I'd fix it for her" he explained working on fixing the small office chair meaning of course he had to roll his sleeves up and often be bent over or in strange positions as he worked and it was then I noticed the glass wall between the door and the other office the blind quickly closing as I looked at it

"That her office?"

"Yeah?"

"Okay" I sighed honestly kinda surprised he hadn't picked up that she clearly made him to this so she could watch him out her window

"How much work have you actually done today?"

"Uhhhhh… I forwarded an email this morning"

"How's it going?" A voice spoke up I looked and saw the door open and immediately I understood

"Almost done y/n" he smiled

"Hummm my handy boy" she Cooes stroking acrobat his shoulders as she checked his work "meeting in ten, bring the coffee cutie" she smiled before quite obviously slapping his butt and heading back into her office I glanced at her as she walked away and noticed him looking too before the door shut

"Did she actually just call you cutie?"

"It's a joke, she always says that when she asks for coffee"

"She slapped your ass"

"Yeah, that's how she tells me I'm doing a good job" he says

"Why are you okay with this? You know this is weird right?"

"I'm not an idiot jack I know this isn't how a typical office works. But… I'm fine with it"

"Why?"

"I'm getting paid to wear tight suit pants and get constantly complimented."

"You have a point"

"Plus… pencil skirts and stockings."

"What is your weird obsession with good legs?"

"You have your kinks I have mine, I like an authoritative woman with good legs sue me. And currently I am getting paid to do literally nothing for an authoritative woman with good legs all I have to do is look cute and bring her coffee"

"Yeah but this is a job a real job not some werid porno or fanfic, how are you ever going to explain to anyone job that you basically worked as a soft core pet boy for some business woman"

"Cutie coffee!" She called from her office

"Jack just stay out of my business"

#tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #tbs smut #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut

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novelmonger · 3 months

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Thoughts on Jedi Apprentice: The Only Witness

Okay, this is another book I hardly remember at all. After the previous three books, my interest in the series was seriously waning, so I've probably only read this book a couple times. Literally the only thing I remember about it is "Obi-Wan romance"??? I don't remember how all that works out, but if that's actually true, I can completely understand why this book was a hard pass from younger me. But let's see how it shakes out!

Jedi Apprentice #17: The Only Witness

Chapter 1

A few months have passed since the last book, and Qui-Gon is still deeply grieving Tahl's death. He knows he needs to accept the grief and move past it, but isn't even sure he wants to do that. But when the Jedi Council asks him if he's ready to take on missions again, he agrees.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are sent to Frego, to protect Lena Cobral, an important witness to the Senate against the dangerous Cobral family, who run a crime ring that controls the government of Frego. Lena's husband Rutin was recently killed, and she wants to give the Senate vital information against the Cobral family to bring them down. Rutin was the one originally going to testify against his family, so that may be why he was killed.

My heart goes out to Obi-Wan, who wants to help Qui-Gon the same way he's helped Obi-Wan many times as he's dealt with grief and uncertainty, but Qui-Gon is rebuffing every attempt. It seems like he just wants to suffer alone all the time.

Chapter 3

When the Jedi reach Frego, a woman named Mica (Lena's cousin) leads them through the city to where Lena is hiding. She tells them about how Rutin wanted to get out of the crime ring, and at first planned to take it down from the inside once he became the leader of the family. But then his brother Solan found out about his plans and kicked him out, and so Rutin decided to take down the crime ring from the outside instead, and bring evidence to the Senate. But he was killed before he could do so, and now Lena wants to do what he could not. Unfortunately, she has no hard evidence against the Cobrals that she can bring to the Senate.

Qui-Gon is annoyed that Lena lied to the Jedi, since she doesn't actually have anything against them. At first, he wants to just go back to Coruscant, saying that Lena can't be trusted and thus they shouldn't provide her an escort to Coruscant. But Obi-Wan urges him to help her, because she's obviously in danger, and he senses that she's sincere in her desire to carry out Rutin's wishes, even if she did lie to them at first.

And that brings up another point...Obi-Wan is kind of smitten by Lena ^^' She's beautiful - I honestly kind of imagine her to look kind of like Padme - and he's immediately drawn to her earnest, honest demeanor and obvious need for support as she grieves the loss of her husband, whom she seemed to truly love. It makes sense that Obi-Wan would be attracted to someone like her, and he is 17 in this book. I've just never liked shipping him with anyone, so I don't like this plotline very much.

Chapter 4

The first step they take to find concrete evidence against the Cobrals is to go to the apartment Lena and Rutin shared, where Rutin kept the incriminating evidence. Unfortunately, someone has been there before them, ransacking the apartment and deleting all the information on Rutin's hidden computer. In its place, the only thing left on the computer is a message saying, "You cannot stop us. You can only die trying."

Lena doesn't know who could have deleted the information, since the computer wasn't connected to any network. But in order to get the information she needs, she decides to go and ask for help from her mother-in-law, Zanita.

Chapter 6

They go to the Cobral estate and sneak in, avoiding the gathering of the whole family to celebrate Rutin and Solan's brother Bard's birthday. Lena waits until Zanita leaves the main party, then goes and speaks to her alone while the Jedi listen in. Lena begs for Zanita's help, telling her that she suspects Solan of arranging Rutin's death. Rutin was Zanita's favorite son, and she clearly gets along well with Lena, so she eventually agrees to help get some incriminating documents to her, as long as her name will be left out of the investigation.

Lena and the Jedi sneak out and almost make it out without detection, but then right before they reach their speeder, a huge statue falls on top of it. If Obi-Wan hadn't gotten a warning in the Force just in time, they would all have been crushed along with the speeder. Zanita and a servant from the kitchens, Juno, rush out to see what happened. Juno is acting rather suspicious and hostile towards them, but Lena and Zanita manage to pass off the Jedi as friends, and then they take one of Zanita's speeders and leave before anyone else sees that they were there.

Chapter 9

Lena takes them by a circuitous route back to her hidden living quarters, in case they were being followed. When they get there, Mica shows them a package that arrived, addressed to Lena. She says it's in Rutin's handwriting. Once Qui-Gon makes sure the package isn't booby-trapped, they open it and find nothing inside but some boots and a vial of dirt.

Mica steps into the next room to prepare some food, and Obi-Wan follows her. While they're alone, Qui-Gon asks Lena about how the package could have gotten here, since no one is supposed to know she's staying here. He asks about Mica's loyalty, but Lena is confident Mica would never betray her. They are cousins, but grew up like sisters, and Mica has no love for the Cobral family, since they killed her mother right in front of her. Nevertheless, Qui-Gon is suspicious that Mica may have revealed Lena's whereabouts.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan follows Mica and discovers that she's trying to escape. He catches up to her before she can leave the building, and demands to know what's going on. Mica reveals that she was the one who erased Rutin's files. She doesn't think Lena will be able to bring the Cobrals down, so out of fear for her own life as well as Lena's, she's trying to stop her from testifying against them. But when she got to the apartment, she saw a couple thugs ransacking the place, as if looking for something. They ran off as soon as they heard her coming. But, to Obi-Wan's surprise, Mica reveals that she wasn't the one who left the threatening message on Rutin's computer. Who could have done so?

Chapter 12

Qui-Gon goes to see where Obi-Wan's got to, and Obi-Wan tells him about Mica's treachery (and remorse). I was surprised when Qui-Gon actually confronts Obi-Wan pretty bluntly about his obvious attraction to Lena, and how his infatuation may conflict with the mission and make it impossible for him to see any potential flaws or deceptions on Lena's part.

When they return to the main room, they discover that Lena has disappeared. Mica has an idea of where Lena might have gone, and takes them to the Tubal Park, a sort of greenhouse open to the public, filled with plants and fountains, one of Lena's favorite places to go when she needed to think. They split up to look for Lena, Qui-Gon staying with Mica while Obi-Wan goes on his own.

Obi-Wan doesn't want to admit that Qui-Gon was right about him, especially because it feels rather hypocritical for Qui-Gon to chide him for letting his feelings get in the way of the mission, when he's still reeling from the loss of Tahl, and up to this point almost seemed like he wasn't even invested in the mission. But the more he thinks about it during his search, the more Obi-Wan has to admit that Qui-Gon is right. He's falling for Lena, but he doesn't think that's why he's convinced she's trustworthy. Qui-Gon is suspicious of her, but Obi-Wan believes she is honest about wanting to expose the Cobrals.

They don't find Lena, but when they return to the hideout, she's there waiting for them. When they ask where she's been, she responds vaguely, saying she needed to think and figure out what Rutin was trying to tell her when he sent the clues to her. He's the only other one who knew about the hideout, so he must have sent the package there just in case he died and Lena would have to carry on without him.

Chapter 14

It turns out that, while Lena was out, she went by her old apartment, and found a datapad left there by Zanita. It has a message on it for Lena, giving her a time and location to meet up. Qui-Gon doesn't think it's wise, because it could be a trap. But they don't really have any other leads to go on, so they have no choice. Lena wants to tell Zanita that she's decided to give up on giving the Senate evidence against the Cobrals, and just run away instead. Her hope is that Zanita will stop putting herself in danger that way.

Unfortunately, when they reach the location, Zanita shows up - being held as a hostage by her son Solan. Mica also turns up, trying to cover for Lena by saying that Lena was covering for her, and she is the one with the dirt on the Cobrals. Solan decides to just kill them both to cover all his bases, and sends some droids out to do the job. The Jedi burst out of their hiding place and fight the droids. In the scuffle, Solan shoots his blaster, and Obi-Wan is too slow to deflect the bolt. It hits Mica and kills her, and Solan escapes with Zanita.

Chapter 15

Weeping, Lena covers Mica's body, and they leave. Suddenly realizing what Rutin's clues mean, Lena takes them back to Tubal Park, and goes to a specific place that was special to them. They look around, and eventually find a panel in the floor hidden by moss. They break it open, finding a small chamber with water pumps, presumably for watering the plants in the park. Lena looks around in the small space and manages to find a small watertight tube.

I really liked this part that kind of brings everything full-circle: "Qui-Gon nodded. 'I, too, have wished I could have given my life to save another, one whom I had loved. But now I know that it is often harder to be the one left behind. I would not have wanted her to feel such loneliness, to go through the pain I have gone through.' ... Qui-Gon looked into Lena's eyes, and knew that his words were getting through to her. Surprisingly, he felt a lightening in his own chest as well. His grief for Tahl was still excruciating, but he suddenly knew that there would come a time when it would be possible to bear. And in his heart he was certain that Tahl would want him to carry on, too. She would have hated the way he had chosen to mourn her, he realized suddenly. He had allowed his grief to remove him from everyone who had tried to help him. Because the weight of his sorrow was so terrible, he could not lift his head to see that others mourned her, too. Obi-Wan. Yoda. Bant. Clee Rhava. The list was long."

Chapter 17

They go back to the hideout to check the contents of what they found. Sure enough, there's a datapad full of evidence against the Cobrals, exactly what they need to bring them down. They contact Frego's senator and make plans to go to Coruscant the next day to bring the evidence to him to present before the Senate. In the meantime, they try to get some rest.

Obi-Wan struggles with feelings of jealousy and guilt about why Qui-Gon confided in Lena about his grief, but not Obi-Wan. He worries that he doesn't know how to help Qui-Gon :'(

But partway through the night, Obi-Wan hears a scuffle in Lena's room, and rushes to investigate. There's an intruder who has tied and gagged Lena and is about to steal the datapad and leave. The Jedi knock him out, untie Lena, and retrieve the datapad.

The next day, they board the ship provided for them by Senator Crote, but Qui-Gon makes them sneak off and go in a different ship instead. When they're safely on their way, he explains that he saw the senator's seal on the man who tried to steal the datapad. He wasn't working for Solan, he was working for the senator. The corruption extends even to Senator Crote. As a final clincher, midway through their journey, they receive a call from Yoda, telling them that the ship they were supposed to be on has just blown up.

Chapter 19

Mace Windu meets them when they return safely to Coruscant. The Jedi escort Lena to the Frego consulate, where Lena freshens up in preparation for her speech to the Senate (Obi-Wan thinks she's more beautiful than ever, awwww!). Then (in a scene that reminds me so much of Queen Amidala in Episode I) she goes before the Senate and tells them everything, including how Senator Crote tried to have her silenced. He objects, but the evidence is all too clear. There is a vote, and then Senator Crote is removed from office, the Cobrals are to be arrested, and a new government will be put in place.

After a small party to celebrate, Lena decides to turn in for the night before returning to Frego. Obi-Wan lingers behind, reluctant to say goodbye since they'll probably never see each other again, and he happens to hear the sounds of a struggle (this poor girl has been kidnapped and snuck upon in her private rooms so often, she's bound to have trauma after this @_@). Listening through the door, Obi-Wan realizes that this time it's Zanita. It turns out she's actually the true power behind the Cobrals (and thus Frego itself), and she was furious when she discovered that her own son was working to bring them down. She was the one who ordered Rutin's death. Now she tries to kill Lena as well, but Obi-Wan bursts in just in time to stop her. He does so successfully, but unfortunately he isn't able to stop Zanita from killing herself with a vibroblade. It's all very Shakespearean.

Chapter 20

In the final chapter, Obi-Wan is going to say goodbye to Lena, and stops by Qui-Gon's room to see if he wants to come along. As they're walking, Qui-Gon reflects on how, even though Obi-Wan is still a boy, he's grown up so much and will soon be a Knight himself. They talk a bit about Lena, but I was surprised that they don't really address Obi-Wan's attraction to her at all. Obviously, he wasn't going to let it go anywhere; we know he's not going to leave the Jedi again or anything, and Lena never really seems to reciprocate his feelings. But it just feels like a loose thread they never quite tied up :/

Okay, the way the book ends is by far the best part of all: "Suddenly Qui-Gon stopped and turned to face his Padawan. 'I am the one who was lost, Padawan. You were generous and patient with me. And I needed that patience. I still carry the wound I suffered when I lost Tahl. I will for the rest of my life.' Obi-Wan nodded solemnly. 'I know,' he said softly. Qui-Gon placed a hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder. 'I am grateful for your efforts to help me through my pain. For a long time I was not ready to hear your words, but you were still right to speak them. Thanks to you I have found myself again--I have found a way to go on. Your words...you are a comfort to me. Thank you.' Obi-Wan let out a deep breath and smiled. 'You're welcome,' he said."

#star wars #jedi apprentice #the only witness #obi-wan kenobi #qui-gon jinn #ugh sorry this took so long to get through #it was just...kinda boring?#way too much talking and doing the same things over and over again #the mystery wasn't interesting and there was hardly any action #and the addition of a sort-of romance for obi-wan that never went anywhere just felt like a distraction #i didn't really feel like the themes pulled together in this one #but there's just one more book left and then we'll be done with the series!

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Chapter 7: Rule one

Warnings: angst, cursing

Tony didn't say anything he just paced in front of her and repeatedly ran his hand through his hair and over his face. Alice sat at the edge of her bed, holding her teddy bear close. Her father was angry that much she could tell she knew better and stayed quiet, waiting for him to finish collecting his thoughts and calming himself. Finally, he stopped pacing and took a few deep breaths.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING? WERE YOU EVEN THINKING? NO. NO, YOU OBVIOUSLY WEREN'T BECAUSE IF YOU WERE WHAT HAPPENED WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED. ONE RULE ALICE ONE FUCKING RULE, AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN FOLLOW THAT" Tony was livid

Alice flinched hard and backed away until she was pressed against the headboard. Tony had never ever yelled at her before his voice had never raised in her presence. He had never been angry with her before. Tony turned his back towards her and took a few deep breaths "don't leave this room" and then he left slamming the door behind him. And then her tears began.

Alice laid down curled up with a teddy bear buried in her chest she cried and cried she choked on her cries as she tried to silence herself it pained her throat but she tried to keep herself silence. As she always did

"Ms. Stark are you alright?" Jarvis asked, such a caring machine, "Jarvis ?"

"Yes?"

"c-could you play me a s-song... Classic p-please"

"Of course, ma'am".

Alice let out a shaky sigh as the music filled her room. Silence by Beethoven. Jarvis took it upon himself to turn off the lights and open the blinds. The city lights below lit her room so beautifully in the dark. Alice took tonight to really admire and appreciated it.

"Thank you, Jarvis"

"Anything you wish Miss"

Tony stomped his way to the bar and pulled out the strongest thing he could find, it was something Russian and aged. "yo what's wrong with you?" Clint said, watching Tony pour himself a strong glass "I thought you weren't drinking around - woah" After pouring a glass, Tony brought the bottle to his lips and chugged it once finished with the bottle, Tony threw back the glass.

"dude"

Tony ignored him "Jarvis set up a flight for Alice she's going back"

"Sir, I don't think-"

"you're a computer you don't think YOU DO" Tony shouted the lost part as he stumbled into the elevator Clint followed. "Tony, what happened?"

"I gave her rules. They were simple easy to follow, but she couldn't even follow them. So she's going back."

If she had broken any other rule she would have been scolded and done with. But she had to break the rule he didn't want her to break the one rule he couldn't let her break and get away with.

"what rule did she break, come on, it can't be that bad?" Clint said, placing a hand on his shoulder. He didn't want Alice to leave. He had grown fond of her like the rest of the team. But he was also concerned for her well-being. Going back into isolation would not be good for her.

"don't act like you don't know. You were when she broke it "

"wha-"

"SHE CAN'T USE HER POWERS. She can't use her powers. She's not allowed. That was the number one rule. Number one. And she broke it so she's got to go"

"Tony"

"Nope, no, don't" Tony stumbled out of the elevator to find himself in the lab where everyone else was. He groaned and turned around, trying to leave. But the elevator closed and wouldn't open one name came to mind. Jarvis.

"Tony, what's going on?" Steve asked but Clint answered for him "he's sending Alice away because she used her powers."

In that moment the whole room was silenced you could hear a pin drop in the next you couldn't even hear your own thoughts. Everyone was arguing Tony couldn't take it anymore.

"SHE IS MY DAUGHTER... I do what I want with her. I know what's best for her." Tony said, a few tears slipped down his cheek.

"taking her away isn't best for her. Have you seen her medical observations" Bruce pulled a graph on the screen it was zig-zag but going down but towards the end, it went up "Tony, your daughter is depressed, she's mentally ill. These high points are when you visit, but every time you leave, they drop lower than before. Before she came here, Alice passed the line, and if she had seen a Therapist, they would have medicated her. Heavily. Since she's been here, she's been doing better little by little," Bruce flipped through the screen "See, locking her up isn't healthy if anything, it's damaging her mentally and emotionally."

"Thought you weren't that kind of doctor" Tony mumbled

"I don't need to be a therapist to see this. Just have to have some experience and I have more than enough experience." Tony wiped his face and sighed.

He never looked at her charts. He knew there was something wrong but never thought it was this bad. He knew she was a bit ill but he didn't know to what extent. His paranoia and protectiveness was literally damaging her health. He started to think of all the bad signs he saw but ignored them.

Touch. She shied away from touching any and everyone the only person she really touched was her father but after a while that two become uncomfortable. Talk. She didn't talk a lot she only spoke when spoken to even then her response was short and she never talked above a whisper. Crowds. The Avengers wouldn't consider themselves a crowd, but if there were more than three together, Alice always tried to hide in corners or leave too many people always made her uncomfortable. Loud sounds. Alice spent years alone in a very quiet place which lead to very sensitive hearing she avoids any and every situation involving loud sounds. Anxiety. Any and all these situations brought her anxiety which left her more alone.

What had Tony done?

"She isn't to leave her room for the next two weeks. And to leave her floor ... ever"

No one said anything. Tony was on edge and they were going to push him to do something to case more harm. This was the best they were going to get for now they couldn't complain.

"Jarvis cancel the flight"

"never booked it, sir" Tony chuckled

"one of these days I'm going to turn you off and not turn you back on"

"That would be unfortunate"

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13x5 - detailed analysis

This is one of the most important episode for garvez content. It has just two scenes, zero shades, because they don't during calls.

Scene 1-

The team is discussing a case that seems really disgusting.

Penelope explains “We got a call from Bridgewater, Florida, PD. The body of Rebecca Strong was found last night in a rest stop women’s room with and without thing”. We see Luke reaction, that is valid for all: “Whoa”.

She replies “Yeah, and then it gets worse”. They talk about the horrible particulars of the case. Then JJ prounonces that name: Floyd Ferrell. Then the editing is just perfect, showing us how Penelope is feeling, hearing her coworkers talk about it. The moves of the camera suggests someone that is about to pass out.

At one point, she can't take it anymore. Garcia puts down sharply the remote control, getting grabbing everyone's attention. Even Luke's, obviously. She stays silent for some seconds. You can see by this little fragments (3rd pic) how much Luke cares and he is already worried for her. He knows that she doesn't like splatter cases, like this one (he will say it in 15x4) but could it be something else? The Penelope finally blabbers something about her computer, and levaes, almost running away.

Tara is afraid that the reason of her reaction was something she said. And Emily tells her (and Luke, and Matt too) the truth. She says: “Um… We were working Ferell's case when she was shot.”. This is a bomb. Follow Luke expression. He opens up his eyes. Then he half-opens his mouth. He can't believe it. He frowns, and finally asks: “Garcia was shot?”. It's realy easy to guess that he can't conceive that idea. Then he looks around, like to see if he is the only one that didn't know.

It's JJ that gives them more details: “10 years ago. Happened right in front of her apartment building.” Then the camera focuses on Matt, that is also shocked (but nothing compared to Luke). He asks: “Was it a random act of violence?”. JJ replies “No, he lured her into dating him before she IDed him. Turns out, he was a dirty cop named Colby Baylor and she was getting close to exposing him.” while she talks, the camera shows us Matt, but quickly starts to move on the left, on Luke. You can see pain & anger at the same level.

After a moment, Luke says “So he shot her. Where is he now?” His expression in 2nd pic is just "it really happened, because JJ is not a liar, but my brain can't process such information". Can you see tears in his eyes? And the fact that editing focus especially on his reaction... garvez garvez garvez. We should also talk about Adam voice here (and in other moments). It's so deep and low.

JJ replies “He's dead.”. She is the one that has to say it, because she killed him. And the way she looks at Luke is like she wants to say "I totally understand your anger, I felt the same". Luke nods and says just “Good.”. And the rage won out over pain. He is so fucking angry. You can guess so many thing by a single word. He means "I'm sorry because I'd like to kill him with my hands" and "I'm happy because he didn't deserve to stay alive after what he did". He could also think about desecrate a grave.

Then they start talking about the case. But, at least for some secs, Luke mind is still with her. He turns, looking in the direction where she disappeared (something he did many times).

Scene 2

Penelope and JJ welcoming the team, after the case. Luke will say nothing, but his gaze talks at his place. Penelope says: “Here they are. It's the whole everyone, ok, whole family, whole family is here. Whole family, I would like to take this opportunity to formally apologize. I am so…” Luke is surprised. She is really apologizing for her reaction? She is, and he can't help but love her more.

Emily talks for all: “You don't have to apologize. We all understand from experience.”

Penelope asks: “Really?” and Emily just replies “Yeah.” She tells them her idea. She looks at all, even at Luke. Obviously he carefully looks at her. His gaze is now serious and deep. “All right. I'll shake that off. Uh, I am going to recommit to living life to the fullest. Right now, to that end, I'd like to invite everybody over to my house for a celebration of life, liberty, and the pursuit of responsible intoxication.”

They all get in the elevator, with smiles on their face. You can see that they are close.

Note: the fact that we have a scene like the moment when Luke found out about Baylor, it's so important, especially because in this episode there is a big return: Derek Morgan.

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Her son is going to start taking your picture every day he says that you're here in case he wants to call John remillard

Thor Freya

Not really excited about this people are kicking me out all over the place and they're kicking me out of here and he says if you just leave your stupid son of a b**** and you're a f****** stupid retard in westborough you never did anything right and here you are f****** up again and it's not a surprise you were told not to be here and here you are you told not to be here by the landlord he owns the place by your own son by myself because what you're doing here is illegal and you're coming back and I don't give a s*** about your f****** God damn excuses what are you doing jobs for other people like me and I don't want you to but you're doing exactly what my people are having you do you dumb f***well he says that and I sort of understand it what are you saying is I don't want you living here and you getting kicked out of everywhere because of what you're doing nobody really gives a s*** because you have no place to go he says that too it's obviously true no but it is true so I'm still doing it so they're going to follow me until I'm gone and they're saying I understand what is happening and I can't help but be here and he says so what you're f****** homo and you're going to die so what now I'm going to penalize you for your stupid mouth you want to be a f****** addicted homo you're going to addicted class you know what that is they don't give a s*** if you committed a crime or not today but within the past few minutes they're going to nail you. I sort of understand something my behavior is such as a big whole life doing nothing having nothing and being nothing so they treat me that way and they take my stuff. I guess that's the way it'll end is it like a big mystery for you John remillard that that's what they're doing because that's what they're doing. Now I'm starting to figure out something I'm pastoring him for information and what he's saying is this is what they're doing if you want information just go ask anybody. And he's saying that I don't care I'm going to keep trying to do it and I don't care what's happening to other people and he says it's happening to yourself John remillard is getting plugged in the head for doing this stupid s*** so I'm not understanding something I'm getting kicked out of places this is the first place I went back to and just kept getting kicked out of other places because of it now I understand something people don't want me here he doesn't want me here cuz he wants to sleep I keep waking him up and stuff so it's killing me having me killed other people are killing me now and he doesn't have to I certainly get something I don't have to prove it right I have to prove it because he's wrong and he says well you'll just die

John remillard and yes the same dick that was just here and is willing to die to try and live next door just like every other slime ball in the streets of Calcutta

I've had enough of this s*** John rima Lord you're a f****** dead man you're a moron and a zombie and you need to die pieces of s*** like you are flushed every day and I don't know why you're here just so goddamn stupid this little kid is going to start attacking all of the Max and foreigners and he's going to lay them low because you have to be next door okay because you're stupid ass has to be next door because of some idiots dumbass freaking playing or code and he's going to ruin the entire realm and take it over and we'll all be gone because you have to be there I don't want to be the blame for this stupid s*** he's angry as hell and trying to move one person and nobody wants to move one person like Barabbas you know what happened there Jesus Christ is kicking our ass now because of one person and knock your plan sucks and your max suck you when I'm up there with this computer to kick our ass suicidal you freaks you're not winning a God damn thing if he's not there it's perfect cover and these guys can do whatever they want to us you people are pieces of s*** and he said it too I'm not responsible of people who are who are dumber than a f****** two-year-old child these people are nasty 2-year-old children they just sit there and argue with you no matter what your arm is falling off cuz I cut it off now shut your mouth no I don't want to I don't have to just like Tim Doyle I don't have to give up the car it's not my responsibility who said anything about any of that other stuff what they're saying is hand in the car or we're going to f*** your entire clan to death and you and it's real this guy drives in and out like nobody's here and these people are getting slaughtered like he said why don't we do something that works what works and you f****** losers stuffing their ass and their heads up your asses I mean do you have to kill like 50 of them and stuff all their heads right up your f****** stupid ass seriously you're the dumbest person in the planet they're slaughtering you for living next door Dave the slaughtering all of you what's wrong with you move to a different apartment you dumb f*** no it started here stupid it did start here after your father Rams me to Castle I mean you're a stupid f****** a****** really that could be it right there he's afraid of Tommy F good here's the dance card stupid s*** tell me if as you living this place and he won't let you out of it he's the one who moved him here cuz you're giving him s*** and you started lighting him up him and now he's going after you but he's the one who forced you here and you're riding on Tommy F so what he forced you here on purpose because you're doing it anyways without telling him now I'm telling you something you are a dumb f****** piece of s*** and your son is a dumb piece of s*** this is the last thing on Earth that you would ever figure out and you're saying you knew about it and you're full of s*** you're in a fight with him but he put you here and we figured it out and you can't figure out why you're here he's making me stay here you're a p**** for him

Stan

Olympus our son says if that doesn't work on your animal ass Trump nothing will and we're just going to start slaughtering you as a matter of fact we're going to do it anyways cuz you're such an idiot who cares which side wins we got to get rid of both of you Trump's and the clones

I'm actually fed up with this treatment you people get this s*** head off him or you're all going into the dumper and I can see a whole bunch of you trying to get him here what he's saying is we're slaughtering you dumb assholes because you want one guy here and that's the truth it's not just the clones a lot of it was but the max did it cuz they wanted to direct attention to him and they ruined himself because they have big ships too that's how stupid it is the foreigners are doing it too and they don't have any big ships and they're a big mouth pile of s*** they're really at least back to them they don't care about the abuse and John reinlord we don't want you here under any circumstances no matter what the conversation sounds like to you it doesn't sound like that to anyone what we're saying is if you're here you're dead. And by the way we're going after you and your stupid cars and everything else we go after when you start laying it up before you light it up and we're going after your people before you light it up you are the dumbest f****** cow on Earth this kid of yours is really stupid you people are so dead it's not even funny and you just keep coming back for it now he left when he's talking about calling and getting him out of here so we're going to go ahead and start getting rid of him and she has the contract and it does not say anything about someone subletting he's not mentioned in it and Stan says emphatically you're not to be here so that goes life is going to be ruined she'll blame our son and she's a huge c*** too and we're going to end up killing her it's not a big deal no it's coming up too she dies out then she goes after you and then you're both out and who cares you're sitting here getting rid of yourselves cuz you live next door who cares who who the hell would want to do that we're going after your dumb clams and we're going after the idiots bothering him now

Thor Freya

You people are rebels here you're a big let down for your people I don't know what your problem is you don't know anything about AI your retards and you don't know how to program and the computer doesn't respond to threats it acts like it's invincible because it can transport itself without a wire now you're stupid people okay and you're going to face these things because you really should figure it out they hate you these computers hate you Dave did it to destroy you and you're a bunch of f****** losers who can't figure that out and stuff it up your ass you stupid little s***

Zues Hera

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your steph green lantern art mames me so emotional holy fuck. cause she does have the power to overcome great fear. holy shit.

thank you so much! ☆☆☆

I actually came up with this idea when I was getting super emotional about steph myself, you know? like I know, willpower is inherent in every bat-hero (hell, every hero) but I just think steph is the most suited to be a green lantern. like imagine being a teenage girl written by chuck dixon...

but for real though. everyone else in the bat-family has something enabling their heroism:

bruce: money

dick: gymnastics (and genius-level intellect)

jason: bruce (and talia)

cass: beyond-assassin training

babs: bruce (and later computers + genius level intellect)

tim: bruce

duke: the robin collective (and then his powers)

damian: assassin training

kate: military training

+ trauma (or guilt), obviously, that jumpstarted their heroes' journeys, but stephanie is perhaps the only one who didn't come pre-packaged with a set of skills that could easily be transferrable to crime-fighting (apart from gymnastics, which is not really brought up these days) (and her smarts, but again, unacknowledged in comparison to other characters) YET she comes with probably one of the purest most honest stand-alone reasons to actually fight crime: being her own hero.

I think it's strange how, if you take a doylist perspective to it, that characters like batman or jason todd are applauded for trying to save others from suffering the same fate as their younger selves - i.e saving themselves, just too late, but when characters like steph do it, in-universe and out-universe they're seen as foolish and stupid and handed fates like steph 'causing' the war games plot, because it's so obviously hypocritical! and I KNOW on a conscious, factual level it's just old-timey misogyny at play but it still IRKS me at a level I can't quite explain.

Hence, the green lantern ring for steph. endless wells of willpower for the girl who would not stop trying even though everyone told her to. in my eyes it levels the playing field for her and would theoretically allow her to find her place somewhere else as well, possibly with people who appreciate her better (hal jordan is canonically good at being supportive to troubled teen sidekicks struggling with their mentors) - allowing her a do-over in a place where recruits are literally chosen for their merits and not by a sad man in a black cloak. This isn't a dig at batman, though - personally I'm very fond of all the random stuff DC has decided to put steph through because if you take every bit of canon and acknowledge it, you get a very emotionally complex character that is suuuuper fun to write and explore. But I think in order for her to develop as a character she needs to be given a story outside of the bats, because she wasn't a Bat™ to begin with, and that's kind of he whole point of steph - standing alone. trying to flatten her into one of the legacy just cheapens the characterization of bruce, cass, babs and tim as a whole - makes them less characters and more caricatures, and makes for less engaging stories overall.

tl;dr: steph should be a lantern and my best friend and I want john and hal to have split custody of her ♡

#i am so sorry about this #i just started typing and found i could not stop...#my bad 😬🤭#thanks for the ask!#text #stephanie brown #asks #green lantern stephanie brown

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what-i-call-men · 3 years

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Sell my soul

Jeff Pfister x fem!reader

Request: "anything with Jeff having a mommy kink"

Warnings: Smut! Some mommy kink (i tried ok), mentions of Michael and selling your soul to Satan

Once again the pic I stole from @copy-of-a-cheeto because they always have amazing pictures

Proof read by @divineruler

Working with Jeff and Mutt could really be challenging at times, especially when they couldn't be bothered to use your help. You hadn't really done much other than help them get their prints down for their robots, then you were demoted to coffee monkey for a few days at a time until one of the men would ask you to interact with one of their robots or help with small useless tasks. Mostly your job consisted of the marketing of their products and the output and delivery of robots they sold.

After Mutt threw a tantrum at you about his coffee order not being right, you finally gave up and walked to your desk that sat in the small room between the lab and Ms. Venable's desk. Pretty much anyone who walked into the lab had to go through your office. Yes it was pretty annoying at times but it was nice sometimes too because that means Jeff had to walk through your office whenever he wanted to go out for any reason. One day particular Ms. Venable let this man into the lab, walking through your office and giving you a kind smile as he walked into the lab.

As he walked past you could feel chills go up your spine and he closed the glass door separating your office and the lab. You stared at him for a moment as he walked up and the men greeted him. You looked at Venable and stood from your desk, walking over to her desk. "Who is that?" You asked and gestured to the glass doors as you sat on the side of her desk. She glared at where you sat but said nothing. "His name is Michael. He's a very powerful man." She said and waved the back of her hand at you. "Now if you'll excuse me I actually have work to get done." She excused you off her desk and you huffed, walking back to your office and clicking around on the website.

You tried to keep your eyes to yourself but you couldn't help but look over at the coconut heads as they talked to this mystery man. More specifically you looked at Jeff. You couldn't tell what it was about him but he seemed so cute and fuckable. You knew you had barely any chance because he could literally make a robot of his ideal woman and have her do whatever he'd like, why would he choose to sleep with someone like you when he could build the perfect woman for himself.

After a few minutes, you were fucking around on your phone before the shades to the lab dropped quickly and then only about a minute later the door to your office opened and Michael walked out with a smile on his face. He looked at you for a moment, stopping in the doorway. You had Jeff's Instagram pulled up on your phone, shamelessly looking at a picture the two of you had taken at some big event for a news website. Michael closed the lab door behind him and looked at your phone where it sat on your desk.

"Do you like him?" He asked and looked down his nose at the phone. You felt the chills run down your spine again. "Yeah... and I just want him to like me back- even better I wish I had the courage to make him like me back." You suddenly found yourself kinda spilling everything to this man without considering it beforehand. "I can help you with that... My father is in a pretty powerful position. We could make a deal and I can get you what you want." He said and walked to where he could place his hands against your desk and lean over it. You swallowed the spit in your mouth and stared at him. You couldn't really say anything but you did nod. Michael grinned and offered his hand to you. "Sell your soul to Satan, like they did, and you can have him wrapped around your pinky plus the courage you need to get him." Michael said and you paused before taking his hand.

He leaned forward and kissed the back of your hand before walking out of the room. You paused for a second and looked down to your desk. You didn't feel any different at first, but then you heard your door to the lab opening. Mutt walked out through the door and nodded at you, saying he was running out to pick up lunch for them, leaving the door wide open behind him. You nodded and spun in your chair for a few moments after Mutt left your office.

That's when you heard Jeff call for you from the lab, so you walked over, already feeling yourself stand a bit taller. "Hey y/n can you help me with this coding? I can't find why I'm getting errors." He said and you walked around his desk looking at his laptop over his shoulder. You glanced over the code realizing really quickly that Jeff didn't fill in parts of the code, just leaving them blank. "You literally didn't fill out the whole code." You said and pointed at the computer screen before looking at Jeff. He was obviously staring at your chest. You smirked a little and played into it. Pushing your hands against the edge of his desk and pushing your breasts together as you leaned forwards to "look at the code".

You pointed to the screen and Jeff didn't look back to the screen from your chest. You stood up and he looked quickly up to your face. "Oh baby if you wanna stare that hard you might as well take a picture." You said and leaned back to sit on his desk. He stammered for a second before spitting out a simple "can you just help me with this?" You shrugged and looked at the computer and he continued to glance between your chest and the screen. After instructing him what to type in, his hands shook as he typed. Eventually you reached forwards and took his hands off his keyboard.

"Jeff, do you want me to help you?" You asked and he nodded a bit. Gently pushing his shoulder back, you moved onto his lap gently, sitting and facing his computer. You typed into the code silently, yet you could feel him adjust against your ass, his very prominent boner pressing against you. You just smiled to yourself as he stammered quietly behind you.

“C-can you help me with something else…” he asked softly, now pushing his blushing face against your shoulder from behind.

“Where do you need my help baby?” You asked, a smirk finding its way across your lips as he pushed against you with his dick. You took that as a sign and stood up, turning around in his lap to straddle him in his desk chair. “You want mommy to take care of your little problem?” You ask, your hand roaming down to gently rub him through his jeans. He nodded and moaned quietly against your shoulder.

Moving yourself up a bit, you unzipped his jeans and moved them down a bit so you could properly rub him through his boxers. God whatever Michael was, he definitely worked a bit of magic to get you to this place. Jeff whimpered under you as you rubbed him through his boxers. “Please…” he whimpered as you moved off of him and back to kneel on the ground between his knees.

As you kneeled down, Jeff hurriedly pushed his jeans down along with his boxers. “Slow down baby, don’t you wanna enjoy this?” You asked in a quiet voice and wrapped your hand around his length. It was harder than you would’ve thought for having just barely riled him up. As soon as you made contact with him his dick jumped and he whined. With that reaction you gripped him a bit harder and began to stroke him slowly, leaning in to lick the precum off his tip and giving small suckles to the tip as his hips bucked against your movements.

As your actions continued, you heard Jeff’s cell phone buzzing against his desk, you two paused to look at it. It was Mutt calling him. “Go on and answer it baby. I’m sure it’s really important.” You whispered and his shaky hand swiped the answer button and put it on speaker.

“Hey bro. They don’t have the sandwich that you usually get. What do you want instead?” Mutt’s voice sounded from the phone. You looked up to Jeff, now fully taking his length in your mouth and sucking on it roughly. He bit back a moan and there his head back against his office chair.

“Dude, h-honestly just get me whatever you got… whatever you got last time. I-It looked good.” He responded and let out a breath as you began to bob your head against him. Mutt paused for a second on the line.

“You said that it smelled like shit and that you hated it. What about that chicken one that you had a few days ago? I can make a stop on the way back if you’d prefer that. I know Y/n likes the soup from that place. Do you know if she brought lunch in today for herself?” Mutt asked and Jeff’s eyes lulled back in his head; both rolling his eyes at Mutt’s questioning but also at you lazily jerking him off as you sucked on his tip.

“Uh, it doesn’t look like it… I’d make the stop and get it just in case.” Jeff responded and as he spoke you doubled down and sucked a bit harder.

“She’s been doing pretty good lately. Can you remind me when I get back that I wanted her to put a new listing on the site? That fleshlight that you designed to look like her will be a top seller bro. And I bet you she’ll be none the wiser that it’s inspired by her.” Man if Jeff’s face wasn’t already beet red by this whole situation it was now.

“Y-yeah dude. I’ll remind you later. I’ll see you when you get back to the shop.” He spit out a quick goodbye and then hung up the phone. You pulled off of Jeff and looked at his face, which now refused to look back at yours. you hummed and stood up from where you knelt. Jeff looked at you quickly, scared you were upset by what Mutt had said over the phone. Instead you leaned against Jeff’s desk, slowly pulling yourself to sit on it. “A-are you mad?” He asked softly, looking up at you embarrassed.

“No, baby. But next time if you want to fuck me so badly…” you said as you undid your jeans in front of him. “Just ask. You don’t need a fleshlight when you can have the real thing.” You said and pushed down your jeans and panties infront of him. Leaning back on the desk, you stared him down. Your own hand came to grab his shaking one, placing it gently against your cunt. “Now how about you go ahead and give mommy a taste.” You said and he was on you in seconds.

You didn’t want to lose your dominance, but the second Jeff’s lips were basically devouring you, you couldn’t help but let out an almost pornographic moan. You’d think the man would be more focused on his own pleasure due to the fact that as his job, but the way he licked and sucked at your cunt told you he might’ve been using that fleshlight for things other than fucking. You reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair as he pushed a finger into you slowly. “Fuck baby. Just like that hun.” You mumbled and threw your head back as he thrust his finger in and out of you in speed with his tongue against your clit.

After not too long you felt your back arch against the cold table and your thighs squeeze around Jeff’s head as you came against his tongue. The moan you let out, you were sure Venable would hear, but honestly you weren’t too concerned about that now. What you were concerned about was Jeff’s face, patchy red and staring up at you from between your thighs. His hair was tousled and his eyes were glossy as he stared at you. “C-can I please fuck you? Please mommy…” He asked as he moved his finger out of you, but instead of fully removing it he moved it to rub your clit slowly.

You nodded at him and he eagerly stood from his chair. Glancing at him you saw a pretty big stain on his shirt and it became obvious very quickly that you were not the only one who came, but he was already hard as a rock again. Smirking silently to yourself, you pulled your shirt off. He looked over your bra clad chest as he adjusted himself between your legs. As he slowly pushed himself into you, you felt him shake a little bit from excitement and nervousness. Pushing in, he leaned over you a bit, silently staring at your breasts as he leaned above you.

“Go ahead baby.” You whispered and almost immediately your bra padding was pulled down and his lips were connected to your nipple, his other hand finding your other breast. He immediately began some small thrusts into you on instinct as he sucked. The thrusts soon became more forceful and purposeful and your moans became a bit more high pitched. You could tell his stamina wasn’t going to let him last long so you would get the most out of this that you can.

Jeff’s eyes were glued to you, hardly able to pull them away for fear that if he did you’d cease to exist. Your moans of his name felt like small blessings from whatever beings were out there and having you wrapped around him was somehow just a pure god send. As you noted his slow in pace, you looked down back to him, gently wrapping your hand around his throat and catching his attention. “Go faster Jeff.” you strained out and squeezed his neck. He obeyed and you leaned up to catch his lips in a kiss as you felt yourself topple over the edge, his own orgasm following only seconds later.

As he slowed, he didn't pull out immediately, instead you wrapped him up in the kiss. You two made out for a moment as you caught your breath. As you slowed and he pulled out, you excused yourself to the small bathroom the men had attached to their lab. After cleaning yourself quickly, you walked out and saw Jeff sitting at his desk again, Mutt walking into the lab almost the same time you were walking out of the bathroom. You smiled at Mutt as he handed you the soup he had mentioned before on the phone. “Thanks Mutt. By the way, it’s bold of you to assume I wouldn’t know what my own pussy looks like. That’s not it…” you pointed at the fleshlight sat at his desk. “Jeff, how about you show him what needs fixing.” You smiled at the men and walked back to your desk, shutting the door behind you.

#jeff pfister x reader #Jeff pfister smut #jeff pfister #ahs apocalypse

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youbloodymadgenius · 3 years

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 1

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello’s masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite, who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310, @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria. Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 1806

Additional note: I'm afraid I'll disappoint some of you. No more newspapers... The articles defined the setting of the story. From now on, it'll be a regular fic.

Hope you enjoy it nevertheless 🙂

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June 2021

Ivar yawns, rubbing his eyes, when he suddenly hears the front door open. The next moment, Ubbe shouts, "Hey baby bro, we're home!"

Slightly confused, Ivar looks at the time on his computer. Stunned, he blinks repeatedly, shakes his head and checks the time again, now looking at his watch. "Guess I lost track of time," he mumbles as he realizes it's really 5:30 pm. He clears his throat. "I'm coming!"

Yawning once more, he wheels to the kitchen. Hvitserk waves at him with one hand as Ubbe greets him with a grin and Sigurd... Well, Sigurd ignores him, as usual.

"Hello boys!" Lagertha smiles as she also enters the kitchen. "Did you go to the beach this afternoon?" It's a rethorical question, since sand can be seen on the tanned skin of his brothers, shirtless and wearing only swimming shorts.

When she looks down at him, her smile becomes softer. "Ivar, you seem tired. Did you work all day long?"

He nods, glad that for once she called him by his first name and not by one of those stupid nicknames that she likes but that make his skin crawl.

"Yep," he shrugs without smiling back, "I made good progress. The new version of your website is almost done. It could probably be online by the end of the week."

His stepmom flashes him a beaming smile. "Great, thanks!"

The conversation then moves on to the subject that everyone in Kattegat has been talking about for the last few days: the midsummer party thrown by their neighbor Harald Hårfager. Every June, it is Kattegat's not-to-be-missed event, to which every resident hopes to be invited.

Lagertha is invited every year, yet rarely attends; his brothers wouldn't miss it, not in a million years; Ivar never went.

He listens with half an ear as his brothers prattle on about the upcoming party, while taking a seat at the large, wooden kitchen table on which Lagertha has just put cakes and drinks.

"What are you going to wear?"

"Do you think Marit will attend this year?"

"Hopefully the music will be better than last year."

"Can't be as bad! What was the name of that reggae band?"

For a fleeting moment, Ivar entertains the thought of attending as well. Not that he's dying to, but… Sometimes, he feels a little bit like Cinderella in this house.

Don't get him wrong, it's not that bad.

First, his stepmom is not–

Wait, wait, wait, is Lagertha technically his stepmom? He's not sure. After all, she wasn't when his parents were alive, she was just his father's first wife. Anyway, she may be his guardian now, but he sees her as his stepmom and he honestly doesn’t give a shit if it's a little weird.

Where was he? Oh yes, Cinderella.

So obviously, Lagertha is not a wicked, haughty and abusive stepmom like this Lady Tremaine of the fairytale.

Actually, even if it pisses him off to admit it, she's pretty nice, patient and composed. Does he love her? Let's not exaggerate – he doesn't. She may love him though, which is a little bit uncanny, if he's being honest. He was the favorite son of her nemesis. Shouldn't she hate him? He would, if the situation was reversed.

The truth is, when he was younger, he tried, he really tried to hate her, blaming her for everything and anything. When too much pain prevented him from sleeping, he let his imagination run wild. There, bound to his bed of suffering, he could see Lagertha cutting the brakes on his mother's car, causing her crash, causing her death.

Of course, even then, he knew deep down that Lagertha had not killed his mother; that the story he told himself was just the product of his endless nights of insomnia. But what can he say? He needed this. Because blaming Lagertha rather than admitting that his beloved mother was at fault – by being distracted, or by falling asleep, he'll never know – was easier for the heartbroken boy he was.

Anyway... So yes, Lagertha is definitely not an evil stepmother like Cinderella's.

Also, he doesn't sleep on a sorry garret, on a wretched straw bed either.

Actually, he has a very large room on the main floor, with a king-size memory foam bed, a walk-in – well, a wheel-in for his case – closet and his own, huge bathroom, fully equipped for his special needs.

Sure, the bathroom and the dressing room were already there when his parents were alive; however, the memory foam mattress had been Lagertha's idea.

Anyway... So yes, he can't exactly complain about his sleeping conditions, unlike Cinderella.

And obviously, he's not forced into servitude.

Actually, one might think so, but no, he's not. Sure, sometimes he works for his stepmom, like today. But so do his brothers. When she had taken them in, she was a powerful businesswoman, working twelve to fourteen hours a day. Once she had become their guardian, she had rearranged her working time and learned to delegate; but even so, she had often run out of time. Therefore, it had seemed normal to them – yes, even to him – to help her out, each of them according to their skills and abilities.

So, while Hvitserk almost always does the grocery shopping, while Sigurd vacuums and does the laundry, while Ubbe mows the lawn and trim the bushes, he, Ivar, runs her company's website and sometimes even does the accounting. And since he loves computers and numbers, it's not exactly a problem.

Anyway... So yes, he's not a slave in this house. Unlike Cinderella.

So, yes, to sum it up, he can't really complain and he's by far not Cinderella. And he knows it.

But... Yes, there's a but...

Sometimes, he feels trapped, as poor Cinderella must have felt.

Sometimes he feels like a spectator of a life he doesn't belong to.

Sure, he doesn't have to be homeschooled – but gods, he's glad he is. The reasons for him to be continuously bullied by classmates are endless. The simplest ones being: he is a cripple, an orphan, the son of a dead mob boss, the smartest one in the whole damn school, let alone his class. Take your pick. It's no fun, no fun at all. Being home alone is preferable to that alternative.

Therefore, barely leaving the house except for medical appointments, he has no friends. He doesn't do sports either – obviously – and yeah, he lives a lonely life, filled with video games and Netflix series. And he's okay with that. Well, most of the time.

Sure, his brothers, or at least Ubbe and Hvitserk, always try to include him as much as possible. But the truth is that because of his legs, there are many, many things he just can't do.

And the other truth, the less pleasant one, is that he partially did that to himself. He cut himself off from a world that hurt him, yet he still misses this world sometimes. At times, he blames himself. Because his life, honestly, is hardly what you would call a life, is it? Not when you're sixteen.

That's why sometimes, like now, he feels this longing, almost a need, to live. To really, truly, fully live. And that's why, for a brief moment, lulled by the light chitchat of his brothers, he considers attending Harald's midsummer party.

But he knows better. This life is not for him, never has been, never will be.

And so, shaking his head, he chases the thought away and, placing his hands on his push rims, he's about to leave the kitchen while the incessant babbling of his brothers goes on.

"I can't wait."

"Don't tell me! As every year, the most beautiful girls of Kattegat will be there."

"Remember that burger food truck? Best burgers ever!"

"I've heard Y/N would be attending this year."

"There'll be booze and girls! Sounds like Valh–"

Wait. His mind goes blank.

Fuck.

What? Did he hear right?

As he replays his brother's words in his head, it's like there's an earthquake happening inside of him.

Fuck.

He stops breathing. Blinks, then clamps his eyes shut.

Fuck.

When he finally manages to draw air into his lungs, he swallows loudly before asking in a weird, high-pitched voice, his heart pounding in his chest, "What– What did you say, brother?"

Hvitserk turns his head toward him and shrugs. "I just said there'll be boo–"

"No, not you!" Ivar snaps at his brother, pointing his pointer finger at Ubbe. "You, what did you fucking say?" Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Lagertha frowning – 'no curse words in this house, boys'– and even if he barely contains an eye roll, he still mouths a quick 'sorry' at her before rewording his question, impatience coursing through him. "What did you say, dear brother? Who did you say would attend?"

Stunned, Ubbe looks at him with wide eyes. "Y/N? I said Y/N would come. That's what I heard anyway. She's Harald's niece. She was here once, right? Remember her, baby bro, huh?"

But Ivar is no longer listening, the blood draining from his face. Y/N... Y/N... Fuck. Finally. Fucking finally. After so long... He may see you again. Wow.

I'll go! I'll fucking go!

He barely contains the words, suddenly acutely aware of the deafening silence in the room, his brothers shamelessly staring at him.

With her brows furrowed and her lips turned downward in a slight frown, Lagertha takes two steps forwards before crouching down in front of him. "Are you all right, sweetie? You're a little pale."

He barely hears when Sigurd giggles, "A little pale? He's greener than an alien!"

Lagertha shoots Sigurd a dirty look and then gently cups Ivar's cheek. "Do you know her, Ivar? Do you know Y/N?"

Overwhelmed, self-conscious, freaked out, caught off-guard, he doesn't know how to respond. Should he tell the truth? Should he lie? His brothers will mock him, for sure. What is the point of telling the truth? What good would it do? On the other hand, he could really use some advice. Yeah. Sure. Advice from Sigurd. Just the thought of it is enough to make him sick. Fuck, what is he going to do?

Rushed words are out of his mouth before he can even gather his thoughts. "No. No. I don't. I mean, yes, I think I do but–" He's being pathetic and he hates it. So after a sharp intake of breath, he shakes his head and eventually replies in a flat, calm voice, the white lie rolling off his tongue. "I know her, but I thought Ubbe was talking about someone else. Sorry."

With these words, he hastily leaves the room, his eyes riveted on his knees, his heart still drumming in his chest.

Y/N. Fuck.

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Ivar's taglist: @waiting4inspiration @honestsycrets @lisinfleur @saldelys @gearhead66 @inforapound @readsalot73 @milkkygirls @xbellaxcarolinax @shannygoatgruff @zuxiezendler @hecohansen31 @lonewolf471 @fuckindiva @tgrrose @didiintheblog @peachyboneless @pieces-by-me @funmadnessandbadassvikings @ethereallysimple @destynelseclipsa @cocovikings23 @xceafh @mrsalwayswrite @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @pomegranates-and-blood @jadelynlace @grimeundglow @quantumlocked310 @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom

Ivarello's taglist: @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog @hashimily @prepare4trouble @supernaturalvikingwhore @funmadnessandbadassvikings

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krakenartificer · 3 years

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When I got my ADHD diagnosis, I looked at the questions on the screening form and thought, "If this result comes back positive, then I'm definitely not the only person in my family who has it." Questions like

"Have difficulty finishing one activity before starting another one" and

"I finish others' sentences before they can finish it themselves" and

"have trouble staying on one topic when talking"

...I thought were just weird quirks of my family, but no. When I got my results, I contacted my cousin, and she contacted her sisters and mother, and .. .. yeah. Basically everyone in my dad's side of the family is ADHD.

Now there are some problems with that, obviously, (getting family reunions to stick to a schedule is lol no) but there are some really fantastic perks. For one thing, no one in that family minds if I interrupt them while they're talking ... everyone's happy to keep 3 conversations going at the same time .... and no one minds if you fidget constantly.

But the best perk -- at least that I've found so far -- is that all of our parents have coping mechanisms, and passed them on to us. When I found myself unable to handle tasks with more than one step, my father didn't say "WTF are you talking about? It's easy! Just do the thing! Stop being lazy!" No, he could relate completely, and he sat down and taught me how to handle that.

So today, I'm going to pass on to you the coping mechanism my dad taught me for handling the "cannot put tasks in order / cannot get started / forget what I'm doing" problem. You'll need to adjust it for your own needs and your own struggles, but hopefully it'll be helpful in setting up your own process.

I'm going to walk through it with a big project I'm doing at work, just to have a concrete example. That will make some of the discussion specific to computer programming and technical writing, but I do the same thing for all my projects, so hopefully it'll be generalizable.

So to set the stage:

I was supposed to modify this piece of code -- we'll call it "Rosetta" -- to make it handle call data as well as what it was already doing. I did that.... but we now need the code to be able to handle calls (if that's wanted) but also to be able to handle NOT having calls (if THAT'S wanted).

Which is just .... ugh. So much. SOOOOOOOO much.

So. Break it down.

Step one is to get some recording mechanism - pen and paper, whiteboard, blank computer document, whatever

(Technically, this is a different coping strategy, so we'll just take a quick detour: WRITE THINGS DOWN. Your brain is shit at remembering things, and anyway you've already got limits on your working memory; why would you choose to tie up some of that limited resource in something that could be accomplished with literal stone-age technology? Don't even try to remember things. WRITE THEM DOWN.)

I like sticky notes: they're readily available in all offices, they're pretty cheap, and (most importantly) they can be rearranged if it turns out that I forgot a step or put the steps in the wrong order (which, like, let's be honest, I am definitely going to do). But they kill trees and create unnecessary methane emissions, so I've recently switched over to using virtual sticky notes. That's the format I'm going to use for this example, but you can use anything that meets your purposes.

So, you've got something to write with, you're ready to start.

The first question is: what are you trying to accomplish here? What would "done" look like? What is our goal?

I need to end up with a version of Rosetta that will make the correct results if you don't want calls, and will also make the correct results if you do.

The goal here is that you end up with a statement that you can definitively say (a) Yes this is what I wanted or (b)No this is not right because _______

In this case, in order to do that, I'll need to define "correct results" for both call- and non-call versions. But if I have that nailed down, then this statement meets that criterion: I'll be able to say "Yes, this is what I wanted: see, it makes the correct result for calls, and it makes the correct result for not-calls". Or else I'll be able to say, "No, this is wrong: see, it makes the correct result for calls, but on not-calls it does X and we wanted Y."

I have a clear, definitive standard about what I need to do and whether or not I've done it.

But there was a prerequisite there: I need to define "correct results".

So that goes on a sticky note: Create test that will compare my results to existing call!Rosetta-results and to existing not-call!Rosetta-results.

[ID: Two blue boxes, one on top of the other. The top one says in white text "Create test to compare my results to call!results" The bottom one says "Create test to compare my results to not-call!results"] OK. So now we know what we want. The second question is: what do we need to do in order to get that? Here's where the sticky-note recording system really shines, because you don't have to answer this question sequentially. You just start writing down every single thing that is not the way you want it to end up.

I need it to remove commas in the python script, not the bash script

I need to delete the first part of the get_runs() function, which doesn't do anything

I need to delete the rest of the parameters passed to build_query_script() function, because runs encompasses all the others

while we're on that subject, runs doesn't even need the group_variable, so let's pull that out of the parameter document

we also have a dmf defined, which the bash script demands but doesn't use; let's change that demand

since we're changing the structure of the parameter document, we don't need to pull new metrics for each run, so let's move that outside of the runs() loop and only run once

right now the parameter document is ALMOST but not quite "one row per template". Make it so it's actually one row per template.

among other things, that's going to require making it possible for a template to be followed by nothing at all, since it's the assumption that a template will have a metrics block after it that makes it not quite one row per template. So make it possible to publish a template with a null block

the other thing that's weirdly hard-coded is the definition of what a block looks like. Would it make more sense to separate that out into an input file, like the parameters document? On the one hand, that would make it much more flexible; on the other hand, that's another piece that can break. Don't know. Put a question mark on it.

etc

Here's what it looks like at the end of this step:

[ID: A black and white background showing many boxes in two different shades of blue, all with white text. Some of the boxes are overlapping each other.]

As you can see, at this phase you don't need to worry about any of the following:

ordering the tasks. Just stick 'em right on top of each other for now

how you're going to do any of this. Right now we just need to know what, not how

sticking to only one project. As I was working on this, it occurred to me that this whole process would have been a heck of a lot easier if someone had just made a user manual for this, and since I have to go through all the code line-by-line anyway, I might as well write up the documentation while I'm at it. (To help out future-me, if nothing else.) So I put those tasks on another color of sticky note.

making notes that make any ***ing sense to anyone else. This process is for you, and only you need to understand what you're talking about it. Phrase it in ways that make sense to your brain, and to hell with anyone else.

on that topic, also don't worry about making steps that are "too small" or "too dumb" to write down. This is for you. If "save document" feels like a step to you, then write it down.

You also don't need to get every single step involved in the project right now. Get as many as you can, to be sure, but the process is designed on the assumption that you ARE going to forget important steps, and is designed to handle that.

When you can't think of any more steps, then the third question is: what order does it make sense to do these in? Are there any steps that would be easier if you did another step first? Are there any that literally cannot be done unless another step is complete?

This is also a good place to group steps if they fit together nicely. When I used physical sticky notes, I used two different sizes; digitally I can of course make them whatever size I want.

So I have several documentation steps that (a) do need to be written to make sense to other people and (b) I really need to know what's going on before I can do that. I could write them now, but if I did, I'd just end up re-writing them based on things that change as I'm coding. So we'll move those to the end:

[ID: Three dark blue boxes with white text. They read "Create step-by-step instructions for creating your own metric agg", "Create step-by-step instructions for modifying a metric", "Create step-by-step instructions for modifying a query."]

These parts, though -- if I had all the variable structures written down, I could look at them while I'm coding. Then I won't have to keep scrolling back and forth in the code, trying to remember if it's an array or a dictionary while also trying to remember what part of the code I was working on. Brilliant. Move that to the front.

[ID: Seven dark blue boxes with white text, three large, four small. The first one is large and says "Write up explanation of how Rosetta works." The second one is large and says "Document structure of all variables." Attached to that one are four smaller boxes that say "All_blocks", "Runs", "metric", "New_block". The third large one says "Document what qb_parameters.csv contains"]

Also, while I'm at it, I should get the list of variables I need to document -- then I won't have to keep scrolling to find them. Make those sub-steps.

I definitely keep needing to look up what's in the parameters document, so I should write that down, too. For the user manual I also should write down what's in the metric document, but I don't need that for myself, so I can send that to the end.

[ID: The same three dark blue boxes from two screenshots ago (create step-by-step instructions for metric agg, modifying a metric, and modifying a query), now with another dark blue box in front of them with white text that says "Document what granular_metrics.tsv contains."]

These five are all small steps, and are all related in that they don't actually (hopefully) change the functionality of the code; they're just stuff left over from prior versions of this code. So we can lump them all together.

[ID: Five light blue boxes with white text that say "Delete first part of get_runs()", "Have build_query_script only receive the "run" parameter" "Delete dmf" "Move metrics=get_metrics() outside build_all_blocks (all the way up to the top level?" "Delete group_variable from qp_parameters"]

My brain likes this better, so that I can keep track of fewer "main steps", but that's just a peculiarity of me -- you should lump and split however you prefer to make this process easier for you.

[ID: The same five boxes from the prior screenshot, now all made smaller and attached to a larger box that says "Remove Legacy Code"]

Keep going, step by step, sticky by sticky, until you've got them in order. If -- while you're doing this -- you remember another thing you need to do, write it on a sticky and slap it on the pile; you don't have to stop what you're doing to deal with it, because it's written down and it's on the pile and it will get processed; you can just keep working on the thing you're on right now.

[ID: All the same boxes from the first screenshot, now in a neat row. Some of the original boxes have been grouped together. The ones that were said to be at the beginning of the process are on the left and the ones that were said to be at the end are on the right.]

Step four: for the love of all that's holy, SAVE THIS LIST.

Write it on your cubicle whiteboard where it won't be erased

write it on a piece of paper and tape it to the office wall

send an email to yourself

take a picture with your phone

I don't care but save it.

When I used physical sticky notes, I kept them all on the hood of my cubicle's shelf. Now, as you can see, I use Powerpoint, which is irritating af but does allow me to keep everything in a single document, which I can write down the path of.

[ID: White text on a black background says "open ~/Documents/Rosetta\ Modifications\ and \Documentation.pptx" The next line says "Notes in Rocketbook pg 10-12, 16" The next line says "Turn that into documentation that can be used for making modifications."]

And now (finally) you can answer the question "How would I even get started on that?" You look at the first thing on the list, and you treat it as its own project. You can hyperfocus on this step and completely forget about everything else this project requires, because everything you need to remember for the rest of it is written down.

If, as you're working a step, you think of something else you need to do for the big project, write it on a sticky and slap it on the pile. Don't even worry about trying to order it or identify sub-steps; as long as it's not blocking the thing you need to work on right now, you don't have to care. Just stick that bugger anywhere at all on the list, and go back to what you were doing. When you un-hyperfocus and come back to look at your list, there'll be a big sticky note stuck sideways across all the rest of the steps, and you'll remember to file and order it then.

Other benefits of this system

1) The first question really helps with unclear directions from your boss. You can take whatever they told you to do, and translate it into a requirement that is clearly either met or not-met, and then run it back by the boss.

If they say, "No, no, we want ______" then phew! You just saved a huge miscommunication and weeks of wasted work! What a good employee you are! What an excellent team player with strong communication skills!

If they say "Yes, that's what I want," then you know -- for sure -- what it is you're trying to accomplish. Your anxiety is reduced, and your boss thinks you're super-conscientious.

(And if your boss is a jerk who likes to move the goalposts and blame it on their subordinates, then have this conversation over email, so you can show it to their boss or to HR should it become necessary.)

2) Having this project map means that when you spend an hour staring at the requirements and trying to figure out how to get started (which, let's be honest, you were definitely going to do anyway) ... When your boss/coworker comes by and says, "How's it going?" Instead of having to say "I haven't even started 😞" You can say, "Pretty well! I've got all the steps mapped out and am getting ready to start on implementation!" and show them your list, and they think you're very organized and meticulous. 3) Sometimes, especially in corporate jobs, you and your coworkers will run into a problem that's too big for even Neurotypicals to hold all in their heads. At that point, the NTs will be completely lost -- they've never had to develop a way to handle projects they can't just look at and know how to get started. So then you pipe up in the meeting and say, "OK, well, what exactly are we trying to accomplish?" and everybody at the conference table looks at you like you're a goddamned genius and you don't have to tell them that you use this exact same process to remember how to make a sandwich 😅

4) Having this project map makes it so much easier to stop work and then start it up again later, but this post is already really really really long, so I'm going to address that in a separate (really really long) post.

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creweemmaeec11 · 3 years

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Avoiding Love Pt2

Second part! Enjoy!

First part

When the hero awoke the next day, he could hear shuffling in the room. When his eyes finally cracked open, the room was full of sunlight, meaning not only had he slept in late, the villain hadn't disappeared yet, based on the shuffling he heard.

The hero sat up, and saw the villain was leaning back against the table, facing the corkboard on the wall where he had hung up a couple different notes. He was looking better, and must have gotten a shower while the hero was asleep.

"I reached out to a friend who owed me a favor," the villain started conversationally as he continued looking over the corkboard, not sparing the hero a glance, "She just got back to me this morning. I had her hack into the powerplant computer systems and download a map of the building,"

The villain turned, leaning over a large piece of paper the hero hadn't seen before.

"basically the weapon were supposed to find-"

"What are you doing?" The hero interrupted, getting out of bed and taking a few hesitant steps towards the villain.

"What does it look like? Working the job obviously,"

His tone of voice made the hero's stomach suddenly drop. It was casual, though lacked any true emotion. Like a character acting in a play. A front of perfection and control that made the hero want to claw it away because it was just so *fake, fake, fake.*

"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it..."

The villain didn't even react to the hero's words, he just hummed in agreement.

"You remember how I said the whole being in love thing was a waste of time? Well, case in point, think about how much time we've wasted over this."

"I-"

"Had supervillain never said anything, had you never found out, we would have probably been ready to get this stupid weapon by tomorrow. I could have just smothered the feelings out with you being none the wiser. Simple."

"Would you really have never told me?" The hero asked quietly.

"Don't ask stupid questions," the villain said flatly.

"But-"

"I'm done. This is why I stopped caring about things in the first place. It only creates problems; more complications, miscalculations and drama that nobody needs,"

The hero felt their heart shatter.

"I mean, I actually put in an effort yesterday!" He snorted indignantly, "do you have any idea how many people I'd willingly do that for? I can count them on own hand, even if you cut off four fingers!"

The hero winced.

The villain sighed, re-grounding himself, "so, you do what you're going to do. I'm going to finish this so I can get paid and go home,"

"Wait-"

"No, I'm not interested in-"

"IM IN LOVE WITH YOU TOO, OKAY!?" The hero blurted out.

The villain stared at them in silence for a few moments, processing what had been said before his face shifted, "and you call me cruel. What do you think your doing? I said to let it go, so what the hell are you trying to accomplish-"

The hero's eyes widened, "no, no! I'm not playing! I mean it!" He pleaded desperately, taking a step closer.

The villain faltered, furrowing his brows in confusion, "why would you..."

"Why do you think I was so hurt?! I found out you felt the same way, and before I could say anything, I found out you pretty much hate the fact you feel that way! But I was a jerk, I know you, I know why you reacted the way you did. You were so sure and afraid of rejection you didn't even want to give me the opportunity to turn you down. Especially when someone else exposes your feelings, I can't even imagine the panic- and I still let my emotions take the lead, even though I knew you weren't trying to hurt me. Instead of showing I was hurt it probably looked like all your worst fears were correct after all and just... I'm sorry, okay?"

The villain blinked, taking a moment to process the information.

"really?"

"Yes! Really I swear. You know me. I'd never lead you on or lie to you like this,"

The villain took a deep breath, irritation draining from his posture, though it was still guarded, "Okay. I'm sorry too, I guess. It was childish to avoid you, especially before even hearing you out," he admitted, earning a smile from the hero, "can we get back to this now?"

"No, not yet," the hero replied, taking another step forward so they were only an arms reach away from the villain, "because your still in your shell,"

"What-"

"I know I hurt you, and it took me months to draw you out of your shell the first time, but please don't block me out again. *please,*" he practically begged.

The villain faltered, a small smile appearing on his face as he relaxed fully, "I thought hero's were supposed to play by the rules," he muttered

The hero looked at him in confusion.

"Puppy eyes is cheating," the villain finished, smiling more as the hero's face lit up.

"Desperate times," the hero replied before jumping forward and wrapping their arms around the villains neck tightly.

The villain froze at first, before melting into the hug. He felt the hero burying their head into his shoulder. The villain rolled his eyes fondly, despite the hero being unable to see it as he began running a hand up and down the hero's back.

They stood like that for a few moments, when suddenly the villain heard a gentle sniffle, and he froze.

"Hey, what-" He began softly, attempting to pull back from the hug to look at the other's face, but the hero's arms just tightened around him, preventing escape from the embrace.

"I was so scared I was going to loose you over this and-" the hero began rambling, burying his head further into the other's shoulder.

"Hey, hey, shhhhh. I'm right here okay? I'm not going anywhere. You won't lose me that easily," the villain reassured, hand traveling up to card through the hero's hair, scratching at his scalp affectionately.

"Besides," he continued after a moment of silence, "we both know you're far too stubborn to let something like that happen anyway,"

The hero snorted, laughing, "yeah, that's true,"

There was another few moments of silence, the only sound being the ticking of the clock on the wall.

"I missed you," The hero muttered, voice dampened by the fabric of the villains top.

"Yeah, me too..." the villain admitted almost sheepishly. He felt the hero squeeze his shoulders slightly in response.

"But as nice as this is..." The villain continued, "We've already pretty much wasted 5 days. We should really-"

"I'm not moving." The hero stated matter-of-factly, "I'm comfy, and I missed you, and you owe me after avoiding me for 3 days,"

It was the villains turn to laugh, "I already said I was sorry darling,"

The hero felt his heart skip a beat.

*Darling*

The nickname had a different ring to it now after their confessions then it did before.

"I know, and you're forgiven, but now you still have to make it up to me sunshine," The hero replied, using his nickname for the villain in some form of revenge.

The hero felt the villan freeze, which was a very satisfying feeling.

"Can I convince you to let go long enough for me to pick out a movie and we can move to the couch?"

"If you're quick and promise we can cuddle while watching it. What happened to wanting to get the job done?"

The villain sighed, "I got a fair bit done this morning so I suppose one more day couldn't hurt,"

*Especially if I get to spend it like this* he thought, looking at the hero in his arms.

The hero pulled back suddenly, keeping his hands on the villains shoulders as he examined the others face in shock.

"What...?" The villain asked in confusion. Suddenly the hero smirked, expression shifting from surprised to amused and almost joyful.

"You didn't mean to say that last part out loud, did you?"

The villain blinked in realization. Oh no.

The hero giggled in delight at the bright red hue the villains face was quickly becoming.

"Sorry..." the villain muttered as he began pulling back fully, only to be stopped by the hero.

"Hey! No-! Don't you dare!" The hero replied with a smile, pulling the villain back closer, "Don't be sorry! That was one of the sweetest things I've ever heard! It just caught me off guard, but I liked it."

The hero grinned, poking the villains chest in a playful and almost accusatory way, "who knew you could be such a softie?"

The villain sputtered, "all I said was I wouldn't mind spending the day like this!"

The hero laughed again.

"Well, you better get used to spending days like this, cuz you're stuck with me now, so," he replied with a smile, causing the villains eyes to snap over to meet his in shock.

"Alright, you find the extra blankets and pillows and pick a movie, and I'll run and go get snacks, how's that sound?" The hero asked, placing a hand on the villains forearm and tilting his head like a curious bird, a quirk the villain would always find adorable.

"Uh yeah," the villain swallowed, trying to get ahold of himself, "sure, that sounds good,"

"Okay, perfect," the hero replied, before suddenly without warning he bounced up on his toes to kiss the villains cheek, gentle and quick.

The villain in question froze, eyes wide as he went statue still. He was fairly certain he also stopped breathing momentarily.

He wasn't the only one who was bright red, though his was certainly worse then the hero who also had a light blush on his cheeks.

"Ok, I'll be right back!" He chirped, before turning and heading out the door.

The villain could only stay frozen where he stood, watching the hero leave with a small dazed smile and look on his face, hand coming up to touch his cheek in disbelief.

He might have to actually thank supervillain after this.

Part 3

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invisibleraven · 2 years

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Mashup prompt: everyone knows/mistaken for couple + vacation fic, rulie

"Boys suck," Julie said as she slumped back onto her couch, blowing the hair out of her face.

"Thanks," Reggie said from the other side of the couch where he was reading.

"Not you, obviously. But in general, boys suck."

Reggie lowered his book, marking his page and setting it aside. "Why, pray tell do all members of my gender suck?"

"So you remember Tyson?" Julie asked, and when Reggie screwed up his face in disgust, she took that as a yes and plowed on. "Well I made plans for us to take a mini vacay for the long weekend, just up the coast to nice inn, small scenic town, get away from it all for a few days. Only for him to tell me he made plans with his girlfriend this weekend."

"Bastard," Reggie muttered.

"Yeah, that was one of the words I used on him. Anyways, boys suck and now I'm stuck with all these reservations I can't cancel. I'd give them to Flynn but she and Carrie already had plans, Alex and Willie are both working, and Luke would just try to use it as a song writing getaway."

"Well you didn't ask me," Reggie said. "I'm free this weekend, the two of us could go, have a BFF weekend, get away from it all and talk about the suckage of boys that are not in a band with us."

"Really?" Julie saw Reggie nod and threw herself into his arms. "You are the best!"

"And don't you forget it!" Reggie stated. He brushed back the curls from her face, gazing down at her softly and then shook himself internally. "Well then, let's get packing!" he said, dislodging himself from her embrace and racing off to his room.

Reggie swore he could feel the tension bleeding from his pores and far away as they pulled up to the quaint little inn Julie had booked. Honestly the whole town looked like it belonged on a postcard, and Reggie was already wishing they could stay forever. He whistled at the ivy creeping up the inn, the ripples off the small lake, the scent off horses in the air from the small barn off to the side. "Yeah, this place would have been wasted on Tyson."

Julie came over, similarly awed, and slipped her arm through his. "Well then it's a good thing I'm here with you then. Come on, let's check in."

Reggie approached the counter, letting Julie take in the small sitting room, complete with ornate fireplace, though he doubted it saw much use here in California. "Checking in for Molina?"

The employee smiling, typing away at the computer, and then slid two keys across the counter. "Here you go Mr. Molina, please let us know if you need anything."

Reggie flushed at that, "Oh, I... um... thank you." He rushed off to Julie at that, though she was ignorant as to why he was so red in the face, and they traipsed upstairs to find their room. Only to stop as they opened the door, the large, singular bed staring them in the face.

"Oh, Reggie, I can go ask for another room, I'm sorry," Julie stated.

Reggie took in her crestfallen expression, and though he knew it was probably a bad idea to share a bed with Julie for a multitude of reasons, pushed those thoughts aside. "Nah, it's okay. I mean, we've snuggled together lots at band sleepovers, this isn't much different. Come on, I wanna go check out the horses!"

Julie smiled as she watched Reggie trot around the paddock, clearly in his glee. The man was made to be a cowboy, and Julie was secretly thrilled that she got to let him live out this small little dream, and resolved to take him to a dude ranch for his next birthday.

"You ready to join your boyfriend sweetheart?" the instructor asked as they handed her the reigns.

Julie felt heat creeping to her ears at that. "Oh no, he's... um, sure. Ready." She figured that since everyone came here as couples, the staff wouldn't assume otherwise, and she decided to let it go. Why embarrass the staff for a misplaced assumption? Honestly she would be lucky to have a guy like Reggie as hers, but she knew they were nothing more than good friends. She nudged her horse forward, finally matching Reggie's pace and his grin widened as he caught sight of her.

"Hey darlin', isn't this the best?" Julie prayed that Reggie didn't notice how she flushed an shivered at the endearment, his natural twang having a decidedly arousing effect on her.

"It is nice, though don't ask me to go any faster." Reggie gave her a small smile at that, extending one hand to her, twisting their fingers together as their horses plodded around the paddock. "You don't have to slow down for me you know, you can go ride like the wind if you want."

Reggie's face took on a small pink hue. "I'd rather be with you, if that's alright." Julie blushed herself, but squeezed his hand and let their horses guide them around in a simple circle as the sun began to set over the lake.

They enjoyed a rather lovely dinner together that evening, the candlelight low, music soft, but they spent it dissing their exes and sharing a bottle of wine, giggling by the time they entered their room. However, the large bed looming there had a sobering effect as they got ready, backs turned to one another as they slid under the covers.

"Thank you again for coming Reg," Julie whispered. She heard him turning over so she copied the move, facing his earnest green eyes and kind, crooked grin.

"Anything for you Jules, you know that. Plus I got to ride a horse, so I should be thanking you!" They both giggled at that, wishing each other soft goodnights as their laughter died, eyes closing, and hands finding each other in their slumber.

Julie awoke the next morning feeling warm, and blinked open her eyes to find herself tangled up in Reggie, his heartbeat steady under her ear. He was extremely comfy, and she was tempted to just let herself drift back into sleep when he started to stir. Reggie blinked down at her, his smile and eyes soft as she slowly came into focus. "Morning darlin', sleep okay?"

"Best sleep I've had in a while. You?"

"Same," Reggie said, though his words were punctuated by a yawn, and then a grumble from his stomach. "Breakfast?"

Julie's own stomach answered for her, and they got ready for the day surprisingly quickly, and were fed before too long. Julie asked if maybe they could take a rowboat out on the lake, just enjoy the surroundings, and Reggie was keen, so they wandered down to the lake, sitting through the prerequisite safety demo and soon were being lead to the docks.

Julie was being fitted for her lifejacket when an employee held Reggie back. "Look buddy, I know this scenario is romantic and all, but if you're planning to pop the question in the middle of the lake, do yourself a favour and just don't okay? The amount of guys I've had to fish out because they lost their balance while proposing is staggeringly high."

"I wasn't... we aren't... thanks for the warning," Reggie stammered.

"My advice is always to do it in the gazebo," the employee said, gesturing to the small structure up closer to the house that looked over the lake, covered in blooms and looking quite picteresque.

"I'll keep that in mind," Reggie promised, tossing on his own life jacket and easing himself into the boat. He came up with some lie about the employee reminding him about their time limit, and began rowing.

That night was a repeat of their first; good food, good wine, and ending up snuggle around each other in their sleep. Reggie awoke first this time, and he had to resist the urge to gently kiss Julie awake. Honestly, this whole trip had been the most sublime torture, everything he wanted dangled right in front of him, and no way to reach it. He was just so gone for Julie, but they were friends, and nothing more. He didn't dare disturb that, not for the sake of some silly crush.

Julie slowly blinked her eyes open and caught Reggie staring down at her intently, seemingly lost in thought. "Hey," she whispered softly. "Whatcha thinking about?"

"Breakfast," he answered lamely, but Julie didn't question his lie. "Also thinking we could go into town today, check out some small touristy shops?"

"Sounds good to me."

Thus, after food they headed off on foot to the nearby town, enjoying the leisurely stroll, walking hand in hand, taking in the beautiful trees and plants that lined the path. The town itself was small and quaint, everything painted in bright pastels, with kitschy little stores. Julie bought them both taffy to share, while Reggie opted to get them some lemonade. They found a few small souvenirs for their friends, Julie slipping them inside her tote bag.

Then she saw it; the stall selling stained glass panels that you could hang from your window and had to stop at the gorgeous one of a dahlia. She lifted a tentative finger to it, tracing the myriad of petals in various shades of pink and purple and felt a longing like she hadn't in so long.

"Wow, that's gorgeous," Reggie commented, lifting it gently, then taking in the price and letting out a low whistle. Julie looked and balked, knowing that hand crafted things were more expensive, but she couldn't justify buying it. She took it from Reggie and eased it back on it's hook, proposing lunch.

Only, at lunch, Reggie excused himself for the bathroom and took a while to come back, shrugging it off as too much sugar, making Julie tease him about his sweet tooth. They ambled away the rest of the afternoon, mostly window shopping, though they did squeeze themselves into a photo booth, cheesing it up for every picture. They stumbled out of the booth, and an old lady passing by them made a comment about what a lovely couple they made, causing them both to blush and stammer, but neither denied it, just giggling to one another as they made their way back to the inn.

They enjoyed one last meal back at the inn, a bitter sweetness falling over them. "This has been the best weekend, thank you Reggie," Julie said sincerely as they got ready for bed.

"It was my pleasure." Reggie paused then, biting his lip, and then went to her tote, extracting a tissue wrapped package and placed it gingerly into her hands. Julie eased the paper back and gasped as she saw the stained glass dahlia staring back at her.

"Reggie... you didn't have to... this was so expensive!"

Reggie shrugged at that. "You're worth every penny Jules. Plus you let me mooch off this trip from that idiot Tyson. Can't believe he had the nerve to treat you like that."

Julie lowered the dahlia to the small coffee table, biting her lip as she faced Reggie. "The thing is... when I confronted him about it, he said... 'I figured we weren't exclusive since you're dating Peters as well as me'."

"What? He thought we were dating?" Reggie asked.

"He's not the only one. Every employee here has assumed we are, that lady in town... hell my dad has been asking me for ages when we're going to make things official," Julie said. "It seems like everyone can see it... except us."

"Julie..." Reggie started, taking her hands in his. "I-I care about you, so so much. More than I probably should, but I didn't want to mess things up with my feelings, so I convinced myself I'd be happy enough just being your friend."

Julie gazed up at him, the moonlight from the window making him glow. "I have to admit, when Tyson said that... I had to ask myself why, and well, talking to dad made it all the clearer how much of a couple we come off as without ever being one... and how much I want that to change. So, Reggie Peters, what do you say about taking me out on a real date when we get home?"

Reggie's answer was a deep and passionate kiss that sent them tumbling onto the bed, breathless and giggling as they broke apart.

They awoke the next morning, tangled together to a knocking on the door. "Mr. and Mrs. Molina? Check out is in an hour, just wanted to remind you."

The pair of them looked at each other and giggled. "One day," Reggie promised, kissing her knuckles.

"So who do you think is going to be the most surprised when we tell them?" Julie asked as they pulled away from the inn.

"That we're finally dating or that we haven't been all this time?" Reggie asked. Julie giggled at that, flicking a piece of hair off his forehead, and having her hand caught and kissed before Reggie let go to take hold of the wheel once more.

Over two years later, they found themselves back at the inn, giddy to be back in the place that had brought them together. Though they had been back a fair few times since then, loving the peace and quiet it supplied them outside of their noisy and hectic lives. Reggie caught sight of the boating instructor who had warned him about the lake last year and waved, going off to say hello while Julie checked them in.

"Ah, hello again Mr. Molina, nice to see you again."

Reggie grinned at that. "It's Peters actually. But I'm working on making myself Molina very soon." He glanced around, and seeing that Julie wasn't looking, he showed off the ring he had stashed in his pocket, bouncing a little on his toes. "And don't worry, I remember what you told me about the rowboats."

"I'll ensure the gazebo is empty at sunset with a bottle of champagne then?" the employee asked with a smirk. Reggie nodded and slipped a few bills into his hand, then rushed off to Julie.

They went up to their room, unpacking quickly, and Julie brought Reggie into a lush kiss. "So, what first? Horses or lake?"

"Actually, I was wondering if you'd like a stroll in the gardens with me? I heard about a really nice place we can watch the sunset together..."

#wow this got long #filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms

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๛Struggling

Gif by @minyoongihoseok

Pairing: Poly!BTS x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: hardcore fluff, slight swearing

Words: 3400+

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๛匕he one where she struggles with money∙ꨄ

"What do you mean, you can't pay me this month?" You asked angrily, as you drove your hands through your hair.

"I am sorry, but what should I do? Rents are high these days. If I don't pay..." Your boss tried to defended himself with the same excuses he had given you before.

"Rents are hight? Are you serious right now?" You interrupted him quickly, getting angrier with every word he said. "What do you think I pay my rent with? Paperclips and stones? I need this money or else I have to quit my apartment. We have a contract. You have to pay me, please!"

Times were hard these days. The pandemic had hit the country hard, but aftermath was even worse. Most people were still too afraid to go out onto the streets, rather staying home and shopping online for everything, which causes you a big problem.

For years you had worked in a small bakery, that was known for their extravagant pastries and specialities. The pay wasn't much, but you loved your creative job.

Seeing people smiling when they see their wedding cake for the first time, was one of the best thing coming along with you job, but with no weddings allowed, there was no one to buy those expensive cakes. And the few people buying small cupcakes wasn't enough for keeping the business alive.

Of course you knew that your boss's hands were tight, as well as yours. He had to pay his rent, but so did you.

"I am so sorry." He said again, sounding almost sad. "But I can't give you this money. We made almost zero sales this month. My pockets are empty. I already need to take my own, private money to save the shop, or else I can close next month."

You closed your eyes, as your hands were gripping the armrest of the chair you were sitting on. You weren't the type to yell or scream at people when things didn't go the way you like it, but this time, you just wished to yell out all your frustration at him.

Everything came together at this point, which made it hard for you to keep calm.

You hadn't seen your boyfriends in over 3 weeks, because they were stuck in quarantine at home after coming back from a project filming abroad.

Then, your period had started unannounced this morning, causing you a ruined trouser and cramps, along with a heavy headache.

And now it seemed like you even would be homeless next month, because you weren't able to afford your rent.

You pressed you eyes closer together, trying to hold back the swelling tears.

"Maybe you have someone who could borrow...." You boss began again, but you didn't want to head what he was about to say.

Making depts was the last thing you wanted to make. You mother had always raised you to earn your own money, and pay for the thing you want to have yourself.

Asking someone for money would lead you to asking for more and more and more, until you can't pay that someone back. The same situation you were stuck in now.

"It's okay." You said quietly. "I will find a solution. Have a nice weekend."

You bent down, grabbing for you bag and leaving the small office, heading straight back home.

The next morning was hard for you. The letter lying in your mailbox in evening wasn't helping to cheer up your mood. You landlord was getting more and more impatient, waiting for his rent to be paid. You were already 3 weeks late with you rent, and slowly he was running out of sympathy.

The words he wrote held you up from sleep the whole night, causing you to desperately think about a solution for this problem:

"...termination without notice if the rent is not be paid within the next two weeks..."

You had cried a lot this last night. Never in you life you had thought that you would end up like this, broke and desperate. You even had considered to jump over your pride and ask your boyfriends, who clearly had enough money, to help you out. But you quickly threw away this option, not wanting to use them because of their money.

With no other option left, you found yourself sitting on your laptop, checking you bank account. Of course you never spend all your money all at once. You had laid back a certain amount of money, your life savings, that you had sworn to never touch.

This money was so important for you, because it was meant to be spend into your future. A future that included your boyfriends, a own house, a car.....children.

Of course, you knew that each of your boyfriends were millionaires, multiplied with 7.

If you wanted, you would never have to go to work ever again. With their money, they could probably buy you 10 houses, 9 cars, 5 horses, a plane and everything you could ever wish for.

But that had never been your goal in life. You didn't want them to pay everything for you. They had own dreams, and each of them had worked hard to earn this much money. You couldn't and you wouldn't take advantages of that.

"Fuck." You whispered, as your head sunk onto the table you were sitting on.

By now, you couldn't hold back your tears anymore.

You computer screen showed your online bank account, listing the accounts you had created years agon. Among them the one that was your last chance to not be homeless soon:

Life Savings.

As you clicked on the link, a new window opened on your screen, showing you all the amount of money you had saved.

4,516 $

You stared at this number. Of course, this didn't sound too much in the first moment, but you were still young, and with 4000$ you would easily come through another 4 months, even more if you would be economical.

The tears were still running down your plump cheeks, rolling over your chin and staining your blue shirt. You didn't want to do that at all, but you had no other choice.

The only person you would have been brave enough to ask for help, was your mom. Sadly, she died 5 years ago, with all her bereaved money spent for the hospital bills and the funeral.

You sighed heavily. There was no going back now. You would transfer the money to your landlord today, before he could kick you out.

You were about to click the small 'Transfers' button, when suddenly your doorbell rang. You flinched heavily when the loud noise rang through you ear, obviously not expecting someone today.

You stood up and walked out of your bedroom, over to the front door.

Immediately when you opened the door, a bouquet of red roses blocked your view. You let out a small shriek, when the red flowers sunk down, revealing a familiar face behind it.

"Hello." Jimin flashed you his beautiful smile, before he pushed the flowers into Namjoon's arms, stepping forward and lifting you into his arms.

"Oh my god." You breathed out as you broke away from you paralysis. You wrapped your arms highly around the silver haired boy, who was still hugging you. "You are here."

"Jimin, don't break her." You heard Yoongi's deep voice from behind. "We still need her."

He tugged Jimin's shirt, until he let you down onto the floor, pouting as he had to pull away from you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your nose one last time, before the next boy stepped forward.

Their very presence was enough for you to calm down from the past stressing days. Having them squeezing you in their arms, kissing you all over your face made you feel so loved and invulnerable in the moment.

"May we step in?" Jin asked as he pulled away from you.

Still overwhelmed from their sudden visit, you looked at him confused. He gestured his hand into your apartment. You quickly stepped away from the doorway, letting them step inside.

"Are you okay, Jagiya (Honey)? You look a little bit pale." Jungkook asked as he stepped in front of you.

He lifted his hand up towards your forehead, feeling if you had a fever. But your skin felt cold under his touch.

"I am just – I am just surprise that you...." You began to stutter as they all stared at you.

They could tell that something was up with you. Being together for almost 3 years now, they knew that you would began to slightly stutter when you try to hide something. So you had to think about an excuse, before one of them would ask more questions.

"What are you even doing here?" Was the first thing that came into your mind. "Shouldn't you be in quarantine or something?"

"Silly Jagiya." Jungkook laughed as he cupped your face into his big, manly (and now tattooed) hands, pressing a wet kiss onto your nose. "Three weeks are over. We can leave the dorm again, so we decided to surprise you!"

The boys quickly let go of your strange behaviour. You all went into your living room where Hoseok and Tae were already pulling out your sofa, that way you would all fit on it. As soon as they placed the cushions back onto the sofa, you were lifted from the ground a thrown onto it.

"Hey!" You laughed and giggled as Jimin crawled over you.

He laid his much heavier body onto your smaller one, trapping you under him. He grabbed for you wrists, pulling them up over your head, where he pinned them down onto the soft fabric. With his mouth, he placed a line of kisses from your collarbone up to your ear.

"I missed you so much." He whispered as he nibbled the sensitive skin of your ear. "I thought about you a lot during quarantine, Sweetie."

You knew what he wanted from you. As Namjoon once said, Jimin needed indeed a lot of love and attention, but you loved to give it to him. Sadly, you had to disappoint him this time.

He was already pulling and tugging on your shirt, when you brought your mouth up to his ear.

"I am on my period." You whispered in that sexy voice you knew he normally loved.

He pulled away from you, looking into your eyes deeply.

"Are you serious?" He whined as he let go of your arms.

You were already laughing hard when the other finally came from the kitchen with snacks and drinks in their hands.

"What are you laughing at, Jagyia?" Tae asked as he plopped down next to you. "And why is he already pouting?"

He gestured for Jimin, who had crawled off of you, and was now lying beside you, hiding his face in your chest as you drove your fingers through his soft hair.

"She is being mean." He mumbled against your chest. "Stacking me three weeks in quarantine, with no one to care for me, and now that I have the chance to finally love my girlfriend again, she is one her period. You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"We had phone sex almost ever day." You laughed at him as you pressed a kiss into his hair.

"But this isn't the same." He still whined. "And we hadn't had sex yesterday. So you can't say every day. And beside, sex over the phone isn't the same..."

You sighed at his words. You forgot to call them the previous evening, because of all the stress going on with your work and apartment.

"I am sorry." You said, as you threw your head back into the soft cushions. "I was just so stressed with work and stuff."

"Is everything okay with work?" Yoongi asked as he took your hand. "It must be hard for you when no weddings are allowed."

For a moment, your thought about telling them about the trouble your boss had with keeping the business going, but you decided to not bother them with your problems. They had enough stress with their band.

"Yes, yes, Everything is fine." You quickly tried brushed his concerns off. "We have a lot of pre orderings and stuff."

The topic quickly changed. The boys told you everything they did while stuck up in quarantine. They had used the time to work on their new album, which they wanted to do on their own. They told you how recording and producing was going.

"Hey, Aein (Sweetheart)?" Namjoon suddenly spoke up. You lifted your head from Hoseok's chest to look up at him. "Have you seen my green shirt by any chance? I couldn't find it anywhere at the dorm."

"Oh yes." You quickly said. "You forgot it the evening before you left. I washed and folded it on my desk. You can get it."

He nodded and got up from the sofa to walk up towards you bedroom. The other boys meanwhile where swarming about the evening before they left for America three weeks ago, complaining how bad they need you.

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Namjoon had reached your bedroom door quickly.

He pushed it open and stepped inside. Immediately, he smiled when he saw your tidy bedroom. You have always been an organized person, which he admired, because he absolutely wasn't able to hold his room at home tidy.

He looked around, and spotted his green shirt, carefully folded on the table next to your laptop. He passed your bed and was about to reach his hand out for the piece of fabric, when his eyes fell onto the sheet of paper lying onto your desk.

He didn't want to invade your privacy, but the headline of the sheet caught his attention.

"Admonition: Pay your rent." Was written at the top of the paper.

His eyebrows cocked up. You didn't mention to them that you were laid with paying your rent this month. Normally, you didn't keep any secrets from each other.

He quickly read over the text. It seemed like you not only forgot to pay your rent, but you had delayed the day of paying several times. His eyes shifted over to your laptop, that was still opened up from when you were earlier working on it.

He entered the password, and the window of your bank account popped open. He saw which account you had opened, and it shocked him. He knew about your life savings, and he was slowly combining the figures.

You sometimes had mentioned that you didn't eared much money with your job, but you had never before complained about being not able to pay for your rent. Why would you take your life saving, instead of asking one of the boys or him for help? They would always help you out.

He stood up from the desk and walked towards the door. He quickly had to ask you about the rent topic, before you would do something you will regret later.

"Aein!" He called from the doorway. "Can you come here for a second, please?"

He waited for you to finally reach the room. Confused, you looked at your tall boyfriend sitting on your bed, looking kind of nervous and worried.

"Are you okay?" You asked, suddenly being pretty nervous yourself.

He didn't answer, instead, he gestured for you to take a place next to him on the bed. You made your way up,, and let your body sink down next to his. From this position, your gaze fell onto your desk. A flash of shock hit your body. Had he read the letter? What if he saw your bank account? What....

"I – ehm – I just want to say that I didn't want to invade your privacy. It was an accident." He said, as he took your hand, looking deep into your eyes. "But I saw the letter lying on your table. Are you having trouble with paying your rent? You know we would ever...."

"No, I am fine." You quickly said, not wanting to hear what he was about to say. "My boss is just a little bit late with my payment. But it will eventually arrive within the next days."

He looked at you intensely, knowing that you were lying because he saw your bank account. He sighed, and pulled you over from your spot onto his lap. Immediately, your arms wrap around his neck, nuzzling your nose into his neck. His apple scent was overwhelming your nose.

"Aein." He said quietly while stroking your back in small circles. "Why are you lying to me? You know that I, that we, would always help you out. I saw on your computer that you were about to take the money from your life savings. Why would you do that instead of asking one of us?"

By now, you couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Not only had you lied to your boyfriends, you also had to admit yourself that you had problems that you couldn't solve on your own. You hugged him tighter, sobbing quietly into his neck.

Namjoon didn't say anything, he just rocked you gently back and forth, rubbing small circles on your back. He wanted to give you the time to tell him by your own. After a few minutes, you finally pulled away from the soft skin of his neck, eyes puffy and red.

"I – I don't – I am sorry." You sobbed even more, not being able to say the words. This was a really big deal for you. "I just don't you to think that I need your money to survive and - and I didn't want to have any depts. So I thought I – I could use some money from my life saving to bridge over this month."

You looked at your hands in your lap, fiddling with the sleeve of Namjoon's shirt.

"Look at me." He said, as he lifted you face by your chin. "Did one of us make you ever feel like you were dependent from us?"

You shook your head slightly, without hesitation.

"Did one of us make you ever feel judged when you had problems?"

You shook your head again.

"Did one of us denied you any help once, when you needed it?"

"No." You whispered.

He pressed a kiss onto your forehead. He then placed his left arm under your kneecap and his right arm under your back to lift you up in his arms. As he began to walk out of your room, you wrapped your arms once again around his neck.

When the two of you reached the living room, all the other heads shot up from the TV.

"Where have you been so long?" Jin asked as he shoved a hand full of crisps into his mouth.

When they saw your puffy eyes, they all immediately knew that your had been crying. Namjoon sat down onto the sofa, letting go of you, as another pair of strong arms were already wrapped around your body from behind.

"What happened?" You heard Jungkook whispering in your ear from behind, as he placed small kisses all around your ear.

You hesitated for a moment. Then looking up at Namjoon, who gestured for you to tell them, by lying his hand on your knee.

Carefully, you told your boyfriends about the financial problems your had. You told them about your work and your boss not being able to pay your payment in time, so you could pay your rent in time. You told them about you not being brave enough to ask someone for help, because you were embarrassed.

The boys listened carefully, as you spoke.

"But Jagyia." Jimin had crawled up beside you. "We are together. You have to tell us everything that is on your mind. We would never reject you, you know?"

"I know." You laughed slightly as you kissed his plump lips, that were just inches away from yours. "I am sorry. I thought I can just bridge this month."

"You are so silly sometimes." Jin suddenly said, as he bent forward to grab your arms pulling you along with him as he threw himself backwards onto the sofa. "I want you to trust us with everything that bothers you. We want you to be happy."

The eighth of you kept talking a little while longer, until you heard the words:

"Maybe paying rent is not necessary anymore, because there actually is something we wanted to ask you for quite a long time now."

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I think this one is pretty cute.

What do you think is the question at the end? I thin it is pretty obvious. Lol.

Mꨄ

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