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[wolfy-star1401]

{ a thanks to @sw124 for the little inspiration for this }

Little Scary Nightmares

Characters : Little! Basil & Cg! Professor Ratigan

This story contains : Basil being injured, mention of cigarettes, Nightmare, Basil being physically assaulted, k!lled { only in the nightmare } and trauma healing

Summary : Basil woke up regressed due to a nightmare which very upsets him, fortunately Ratigan is here to help.

Here he was………Basil, finally about to catch the fried he had been on to for days or even weeks.

This guy who had been wanted for a lot of heinous crimes was finally bringing him to justice. But sadly that didn’t last long.

The chase went on until the scoundrel arrived at the dead end,

„the game is over, you better surrender yourself or–“

but before he could finish his sentence Basil was hit behind his head by something really hard which resulted him falling hard on the ground.

As he tried to get up, a foot was placed on his back and pinned him back to the cold, dirt plastered soil. While his arms were held against his will.

He heard the cruel chuckle of the evil fella „ Oh you foolish detective, did you really thought I worked alone ? Ha ! Now, how about we have some fun with ya, hu ?“

Basil looked at him with an very angrily, trying his best not to show any fear „ you *cough* you wouldn’t dar–agh!“

Basil managed to say only having one of goons force his head pinned down. He could feel this satisfied the monster.

„ now fellas, I think we have a new little play thing to entertain us, so which one of you‘s gonna being?“

Everything went very fast for Basil. First he gets face kicked until his nose bleeds, then gets used as a litteraly punching bag and now he gets kicked around, everytime with no chance of defending himself.

Now on the ground he tried to plead for them to stop, to no avail.

When he thought it couldn’t get any worse, his clothes get ripped apart, leaving him with a few scratches on his body.

Their leader was now kneeling beside him and made the now beaten mouse to look at him. „ Now I think we deserve a price for our hard work, do you think, hm ? “

He pulled out a knife and lowered to the point of almost impaling Basil’s chest, Basil was now panicking.

Please, don’t-

Basil

I won‘t tell !

Basil

Please, don’t kill me…. Especially like thi-

Basil !!!

Basil open up his eyes just to see that…. He’s no longer in an abandoned alley anymore, but he’s laying on a bed in a kind of familiar room, which had a scent of cigarette smoke

and he was now looking at his nemesis, Professor Ratigan who was looking surprisingly concerned.

„hey, are …… are you alright ?“ he asked

Basil just looked at him confused and unable to question him as he realized. His head was not feeling like it had been filled with cotton, which made the headache worse.

He felt his lips trembling, his mouth trying to speak but failing and tears filling his eyes as he remembered.

Before Ratigan could say anything, Basil began to wail unconsolable. The tears were flowing down from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks and he was hyperventilating.

Ratigan was at the lost of words on what he was suppose to do now. But he decided to act fast, he carefully picked up Basil and cradled him in his arms.

„ Shhh, breath kid, Shhhh, hush now, papa’s here “ he said while making small circles on Basil’s back, carefully reminding himself to be gentle with the kid.

„ Maybe a stroll in in the fresh air might help" Ratigan thought to himself as he exited the room with his crying little still in his arms.

Everytime one of Rarigan‘s henchmen came across them and before they could ask their boss, he gave them the death glare and they went silent after that.

Later they’re arrived to their destination, it was an abandoned garden house which was taken over by overgrown plants and weeds.

After a while basil slowly calmed down, Ratigan lucky found a bench to sit on.

„ there you go, now would you like to tell me what had upset you that much ?“ he asked kindly.

Basil held his bandaged hand close to his mouth, his index finger almost in it.

„ N…. nightmawe " he mumbled in a childish tone.

„ oh really, what happened ?" Ratigan asked.

Basil swallowed.

„ I was casing a bwig two a empy plawe … an ther were a growp of mean guys an .. they bet me up an th… th… big meanie wate too….“ with every word basil was saying, new tears were welling up threatening to spill.

Ratigan realized what the little mouse was telling him. He remembered caning across the new criminal who was threatening his title, and how he finished him off while the rest of this wannabe’s gang were dealt with by Felicia.

He was about to call it a night as he noticed the unconscious body of the detective.

At first he wanted to leave him here but then he decided to take him to his new hideout/ lair to recover and after that they can finish their rivalry once and for all.

Never could he predicted that something like this would happen.

He sighed wiping away the tears that had been poured down with an cloth tissue, he‘d pulled out from his jacket pocket.

„ oh sweetheart, those mean fellas will no longer troubling you " he said.

Basil who was now sniffing and only small hiccups escaping from his mouth was looking at him with glassy eyes.

„ I can see that the dream was scaring you really bad “ Ratigan said emphatically while cupping Basil’s right cheeks and caressing it with his thumb.

Basil nodded while rubbing his eyes.

„ but you’re save now, and I make sure no bad dreams or nightmares bothering you, you have my word “ Ratigan says before nuzzle his little one close to him.

„ now how about we go back inside, get something to drink and have you right back to bed, does that sound good ?“ Ratigan offered.

Basil shyly nod.

Later after they arrived back, Ratigan told one of his henchmen to make the drink ready while he made the little detective ready for bed.

While they were making it, Ratigan was preparing basil for seep time.

He checked if something needed to be changed, he gently pulled the the index finger out of Basil’s mouth.

As he was finishing him up, there was a knock on the door, it was Fidget who was holding a bottle with cold water in it like requested.

The bat handed it over to his boss who thanked him, and not very long they were out of the room, closing it behind them.

Ratigan picked Basil up and laying him on his back in his arms, and placed the nibble of the bottle to the little one‘s mouth which Basil nervously and shyly took.

While basil drank the icy cold water which felt good for his throat and tummy, Ratigan cradled him while humming a nursery rhyme song.

After he was done, the bottle was removed from his mouth and placed somewhere else, he could feel his eyes feeling heavy.

He barely noticed that a pacifier was placed in his mouth. It was brown colored with a green color flower on it.

Ratigan continued this until the little one was fast asleep. He put him back in bed and tucked him in.

He‘ll figuring out what to do next with him but for now he keep an protective eye on his little detective.

That’s a promise

@nottapossum @iceagere @nostalgic-woodwind @innocentlittlelambsnursery @hey-little-mya @jacksdinonuggets

[xxenia14]

Public Affection - Gavi

Summary: y/n and Gavi rarely showing public affection but then there is the end of season dinner.

Story written by AI/ChatGPT because I am the most uncreative person this planet ever witnessed 🤣 don‘t like ChatGPT written stories, don‘t read it. Hate messages and name calling is unnecessary!

Y/N and Gavi had always been a private couple, rarely showing affection in public. They preferred to keep their relationship away from the prying eyes of the media and fans. However, on this special evening, at the FC Barcelona end-of-season dinner, something seemed to have changed.

The restaurant was filled with laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses as the players and staff celebrated the successful season they had just completed. Y/N looked stunning in an elegant black jumpsuit, her hair cascading down her shoulders, half up half down. Gavi, dressed sharply in jeans and a black bomber jacket, couldn't take his eyes off her.

As they entered the hall, Y/N noticed a mischievous glint in Gavi's eyes. He extended his hand, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Y/N hesitated for a moment, surprised by the sudden public display of affection, but then she placed her hand in his.

The moment their hands intertwined, Gavi couldn't help but lace his fingers through hers, not wanting to let go. Y/N felt a warmth spreading through her body, an unfamiliar sensation of pride and love. Gavi pulled her gently toward him, wrapping his arm around her waist as they made their way through the crowd.

Their teammates, Ferran, Pedri, Lewa, and Ousmane, were already enjoying themselves at a nearby table. They watched in surprise as Gavi and Y/N approached, unable to hide their smiles.

Ferran, the team joker, leaned over to Pedri and whispered, "Hey, have you seen this before? Gavi can't keep his hands off Y/N tonight!"

Pedri chuckled, shaking his head. "No, it's definitely a first. Look at them, they're practically glowing."

As Gavi and Y/N joined his teammates, the table erupted in cheers and applause. Xavi, their manager, raised his glass to toast their presence. "Here's to our incredible team, both on and off the field. May our bond continue to grow stronger."

The evening was filled with joy, laughter, and heartfelt conversations. Gavi never once let go of Y/N's hand, cherishing every moment spent with her. The teammates enjoyed each other's company, reminiscing about the highs and lows of the season, and exchanging plans for the upcoming summer break.

As the night progressed, Ferran, known for his mischievous nature, couldn't resist teasing Gavi about his newfound openness. "Gavi, my friend, what's gotten into you tonight? We've never seen you so affectionate."

Gavi blushed, a sheepish smile forming on his face. "I guess love has a way of changing you. Y/N brings out the best in me, and I can't help but show it tonight."

Y/N's heart swelled with happiness, realizing the depth of Gavi's feelings for her. She leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, earning a round of applause and cheers from his teammates.

As the evening drew to a close, Gavi and Y/N reluctantly released their hold on each other's hands, but their connection remained strong. The dinner had been an eye opener for their relationship, reminding them of the importance of embracing their love openly.

From that day forward, Gavi and Y/N no longer shied away from showing their affection in public. Their love story became an inspiration to their teammates and fans alike, a testament to the power of love and the strength it can bring to a team both on and off the field. And as they walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand, they knew their love would continue to flourish, guided by the support of their loved ones and the unity of the team.

[viesantewrites]

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝

(𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Robert Fischer (Inception) x Reader

note: Hey guys, I‘ve rewritten this story a bit and decided to post it on my sideblog. I've changed some of the themes and also that the main character is no longer an OC, but the reader. I think this story is kinda difficult to write, which is why I've rewritten it several times. I love plots like Shutter Island and tried to do something similar here & it‘s also a story about parasocial relationships and unrequited love.

summary: The reader is hopelessly in love with her boss Robert Fischer, but he doesn't seem to be interested in her. By an unexpected coincidence, they meet in the city and his sudden intense affection for her confuses her. The reader begins to suspect that something is wrong, and when she finally uncovers the truth about her encounters with Fischer the heartbreaking reality is revealed to her.

you don‘t have to watch the movie to understand the story.

word count: 5000+

warnings: topics like mental illness, depression

It was just half past seven when she heard the familiar footsteps in the corridor approaching the office next door. A key was inserted into the lock and a moment later the door opened.

Glancing around to make sure her workspace wasn't too messy, she threw an old paper cup into the bin before her boss poked his head through the door.

"Good morning, Miss YN, so busy already?" he asked with a tired smile. "It doesn't reflect well on me as a boss to have my assistant here before me. I'm sorry, Monday mornings are always a bit stressful for me."

"No problem, Mr Fischer. I've already sorted the mail for you, it's on your desk," she said kindly, watching him as he took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, a little damp from the rain.

"Thank you, I can count on you."

He was a very elegant, handsome man, about ten years her senior, with dark hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones and an elegant black suit. She must have stared at him a little too long, because he turned to her with a questioning smile.

Immediately her cheeks flushed and she turned back to her computer screen, but by then Mr Fischer had already approached her and placed some documents on her desk. "Please scan them all and email them to Mr Parker, he's been waiting for them for days," he said to her. It would be best if we sat down together later and quickly discuss my tasks for today, there is a lot to do. If I'm not mistaken, I have a client meeting at three today.

"At two, sir," she corrected him, handing him a planner with today's date thickly underlined.

He started to grin. "You see, this is exactly why I have an assistant."

Fischer disappeared into his office.

She sighed slightly and went to work scanning the documents. She had been working for Fischer Morrow, one of the world's largest energy companies, for barely a month. Their headquarters had moved from Sydney to London after the death of their CEO, Maurice Fischer. Her current boss, Robert Fischer, was a direct descendant.

She liked Fischer Jr a lot. He was friendly, supportive and didn't get angry when things didn't go to plan. But in some ways he always seemed so unapproachable. For example, he never talked about his private life and YN had no idea who he was outside of work. Then again, he was her boss and his private life was none of her business. But deep down she admitted that she was very interested in him.

The days flew by and she finally felt as if she had been employed by Fischer Morrow for an eternity. But who Robert Fischer really was remained a mystery.

One evening, as she was about to leave, she quietly opened the door to Fischer's office. He was sitting in front of his computer, his chin resting on his hands. "Have a nice evening, Mr Fischer." He jumped slightly, obviously not having heard her come in, but then he smiled. "Thank you, you too."

YN looked at her watch. "It's almost half past seven, don't you want to finish your work soon? Don't you have a wife waiting for you?"

Mr Fischer shrugged. "I've been divorced for a few years now, and I only see my daughter at weekends. The only thing waiting for me is an empty, dark apartment."

YN held her breath. It was the first time he had told her anything about his private life. But in the same second, he seemed to regret his words.

"No one waits for me either," she said. "Except for my cat."

Fischer raised an eyebrow with a smile. "At least that's something."

Finally she said goodbye and left the office. But all the way home, she kept thinking about her conversation with Fischer.

Was he perhaps as lonely as she was?

Tired, YN lay in bed. She didn't even have the strength to change her clothes and remove her make up. Although she wanted nothing more than to get out of that itchy, uncomfortable dress and tights. A soft meow sounded beside her and she felt something soft brush against her arm. Smiling, she pulled the cat closer and buried her face in its white fur.

Since leaving her small home village for London, she had no one to talk to. Her old friends had all left her and moved on with their own lives. Robert Fischer was the only one she spoke to regularly, though it was far from a friendship. With the cat in her arms, she turned to the other side. But what if she had feelings for him?

Maybe she should tell him. But wasn't that too much? He was still her boss, after all, and there were probably plenty of women who were interested in him.

She quickly pushed the thought aside and closed her eyes.

Robert Fischer turned curiously when he heard the quick clicking of heels in the corridor. Panting, his assistant opened the door and dropped her bag on the desk.

"Miss YN, are you okay?"

Her hair was messy, her coat hung loosely over her shoulders as if she hadn't had time to put it on properly, and her lipstick was a little smudged.

"I… overslept," she said, panting. "I'm sorry."

Fischer looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "It's okay. But it shouldn't happen again."

"Of course not, sir," she replied immediately.

He quickly disappeared into his office and returned with a thick stack of papers and a folder.

"Would you be so kind as to sort these documents alphabetically for me? They've been on my desk for days and I haven't had a chance to get to them. I know it's not an exciting task."

She nodded and took the heavy pile from his hand. Fischer thanked her and hurried back to his office.

Sighing, she set to work. But with each page, she found her concentration fading and her mind wandering. Her head ached, her eyes burned and she felt incredibly tired. But she tried not to show it, kept working as hard as she could and finally put the sorted file back on Mr Fischer's desk.

Exhausted, she walked back to her office, sat down in her chair and buried her face in her hands. She was shivering and her ears were ringing. Was it because she had forgotten to take her medicine today?

"Miss YN?" she heard her boss' voice.

She turned immediately and forced a smile. "Yes, Mr Fischer?"

"I have an job interview scheduled for ten, would you be so kind as to prepare the conference room for it?"

"Of course, sir."

He stopped halfway and looked at Victoria questioningly. "Are you okay? You look so pale." She nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Everything's fine, Mr Fischer." Fischer looked at her, raised his eyebrows, then handed her the key to the meeting room and disappeared back into his office.

A strange feeling of dizziness spread through her head as she walked down the long corridor leading to the conference rooms.

What was wrong with her today?

When it started to get dark outside, YN finally turned off her computer and reached for her bag. The strange dizziness had improved during the day, leading her to conclude that she simply needed a break from work. Fortunately, it was Friday. She knocked gently on Fischer's door, as she always did before leaving, to wish him a pleasant evening. He was sitting there as usual, his chin resting on his hand, deep in thought. He glanced up briefly and nodded politely, noticing her in the doorway. He looked stunningly handsome today, even after this long and exhausting day.

"I didn't ask you how the job interviews went this morning," she asked curiously. Fischer shook his head. "Terribly," he said. "None of these people I'd want in my company." His voice was cold and dismissive, and for a moment she thought he was referring to her, even though she knew he meant someone else. She smiled awkwardly and shrugged slightly. "Well, maybe the next one will be better."

Fischer remained silent.

"Have a good weekend, Mr Fischer."

"You too, Miss YN." He gave her a friendly smile.

"Do you have any plans for the weekend? I know a good restaurant, would you like to join me?" The moment she realised what she had just said, she bit her lip, her face turning red. Had she completely lost her mind? She desperately hoped he hadn't heard what she'd asked, but it was too late. She could see Fischer raise his eyebrows in confusion and stare at her.

"No, Miss YN. I'm not interested. I keep my work and personal life strictly separate." She immediately looked down, embarrassed. Thoughts raced through her mind like a rollercoaster and her cheeks felt as if they were on fire. "I'm sorry, Mr Fischer, I shouldn't have asked you that." She finally grabbed her bag and left the office without another word, feeling Fischer's gaze on her back.

It was drizzling lightly as she walked through the busy streets of London. The cold air did her good and she felt her head clear a little.

Why had she done this? It had been clear from the start that a man like him would reject her. But the words had come out of her mouth as if she had completely lost control. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and quickly wiped it away. She didn't want to have a mental breakdown in public, even though it felt like Fischer had torn her heart into a thousand pieces. Suddenly the strange dizziness returned and her vision blurred slightly. The sounds of London became muffled, as if she were incredibly far away.

"Miss YN, wait!" she suddenly heard a voice behind her that seemed to be getting closer.

She turned around. The dizziness had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Startled, her eyes widened as she saw the person in front of her - it was Mr Fischer. What was he doing here? Had he followed her? She tried to speak, but all she could manage was a hoarse stutter.

"I wanted to apologize, Miss YN. It wasn't very nice of me to brush you off like that," he said with a gentle laugh. His voice sounded strangely different, softer than usual. Wordless and spellbound, she stared into the pair of light blue eyes before her, apologetic and gentle in their expression. She knew Mr Fischer had blue eyes, but she'd never noticed how incredibly bright they looked in his face.

"It's okay, don't worry," she managed to say, her knees shaking with excitement.

"No, no, Miss YN. I'll think about the dinner offer, okay? Just because we work together doesn't mean we can't have dinner together, does it?" Fischer suggested, and she nodded slowly, then smiled.

Why this sudden change of heart?

"Well, see you soon." He waved goodbye and YN, still completely confused, raised her hand in response. But before she could form another thought, he had disappeared into the crowd.

Carefully, YN pressed the shutter on her old camera, focusing the lens on the small lake in front of her. Satisfied, she lowered it. She was confident that this snapshot would turn out well. This park was a place she often visited to clear her head and pursue her passion, photography, as it offered many beautiful subjects. Especially now, in autumn, when the trees were covered with colourful leaves and the silence was slowly descending, with only the occasional pedestrian passing by.

Her dizziness had eased a little, but not completely. Fortunately, it was Saturday and she had the whole day to herself. YN sat down on a bench under a tree that looked to be at least a hundred years old.

She sat there for a while, lost in thought. Eventually she got up and made her way to the West End. The streets of London were noisy and busy as she walked, looking for a warm place in a café and something to eat. Crowds of people rushed past her, music played from somewhere and loud voices filled the air. Exhausted, she rubbed her temples. Maybe she should have stayed home and rested.

Suddenly she held her breath as she spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Dark hair, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Fischer. But before she could think, he had already noticed her and started to smile at her.

"Miss YN, how nice to see you! What a coincidence!"

It was the first time she had seen him in his casual clothes rather than one of his business suits. But this was no less elegant and stylish. He was wearing a well-fitting black coat, a grey knitted jumper underneath and black trousers. It was so strange to see him outside his office at Fischer Morrow Company. Suddenly he didn't seem so unapproachable and distant anymore.

"What are you doing here?" she asked curiously.

He paused for a moment. He seemed to be considering whether or not to tell her.

"I brought my little girl to her friend's house for a sleepover. She's been asking me for weeks because her mum won't let her."

"So you're a cool dad," YN replied.

Fischer rolled his eyes. "I'm the one who lets her get away with everything. We had to turn back twice because she realised she had forgotten her favourite stuffed animal and then her toothbrush."

She laughed softly. In a strange way, she enjoyed him talking so openly about his life.

"Oh wow, that looks amazing. It's quite old, isn't it?" Mr Fischer pointed to the camera around her neck. "From the 1960s. But it takes incredibly good pictures for that time," she explained. Fischer seemed genuinely impressed. "Do you have more like it?"

"I have quite a few. From the 50s to the 80s, actually, and of course some modern digital cameras. Photography has been my passion since I was a child," she explained. Fischer looked at her with an interested smile. "So there's actually film in there that needs to be developed?" she nodded in confirmation. "Some photo shops still offer that service, yes."

Mr Fischer seemed genuinely interested in her hobby, asking her questions about it as they walked side by side through the streets of London. She felt incredibly comfortable in his presence and hoped he wouldn't leave so soon. Finally he pointed to the camera again. "Would you take a picture of me, please? I'd like a 60's style photo of myself." YN's heart began to race in her chest. What had he just said?

"Of course, Mr Fischer," she replied nervously. "Robert. My name is Robert," he replied. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, completely surprised. No one at Fischer Morrow Ltd called him by his first name, and outside the company she had only heard his uncle, Peter Browning, call him Robert.

"Let's find a nice spot for the photo," he said, letting his gaze wander until it settled on a beautiful fountain.

Carefully, she picked up the camera, took a few steps back and held it directly in front of Robert's face. "Smile, please," she instructed him, finally pressing the shutter.

A pedestrian who had just passed them looked at YN with a confused expression and shook his head. Frowning, she looked after him before carefully tucking the camera into her handbag.

Are you hungry?" asked Robert. "We could go to a restaurant."

Surprised, she looked at him. "I don't know…" she said hesitantly, chewing her lower lip. In fact, she had never expected to be asked such a question.

He looked at her with raised eyebrows and she could see the disappointment in his eyes. Finally, she worked up the courage to say what was on her mind.

"It's just… To be honest, you told me yesterday that you were someone who kept your work and personal life strictly separate. Maybe it would be better if we did. After all, I'm your employee."

As much as she wanted to spend time with him, she was afraid of developing any more feelings for him. Robert nodded slowly and shoved his hands into his coat pockets.

"I really like you. I just never wanted to show it, that's why I was so reserved with you and told you I wasn't interested in you".

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as a ton of thoughts went through her head. Robert finally nodded at her with a slightly disappointed look on his face and turned on his heel.

"Wait!" she called after him.

He stopped immediately and looked at her hopefully.

"Let's give it a try, shall we?"

YN… is that a French name?"

Robert's voice sounded slightly tipsy as he grinned curiously at her, twirling his wine glass casually in his hands. The plate in front of him was empty and he had now carefully placed the cutlery on it, waiting for a waitress to take it away.

He had taken her to a rather fancy and expensive place, the walls were dark wood panelling, the chairs were covered in red velvet and soft jazz music was playing on one of the radios. Robert looked hauntingly beautiful that night. His skin seemed incredibly soft and flawless, his jawline even more prominent, and his blue eyes shone almost ghostly in the dim light, almost like he wasn’t real…

She smiled, nodded and took a sip from her glass. "My father is French. I grew up in France but moved to England when I was 15."

He nodded with interest, rubbing his chin with his forefinger.

"And you? I heard you're Australian," she asked curiously.

Robert laughed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Well, my accent makes it obvious."

YN blushed and looked down at her plate. What a stupid question.

But Robert didn't seem to mind too much, because he started talking about his life in Sydney, how he had finally moved to London after his father's death, and she listened with interest.

But suddenly he stopped and looked at her thoughtfully. "But I'm probably just boring you."

YN immediately shook her head. "No, you're not," she told him. "I find it really interesting to find out all this about you."

At that moment a waitress came to their table with a smile and asked YN in a friendly tone if she had enjoyed her meal. But the waitress paid no attention to Robert, YN noticed with surprise. Perhaps she was just being extra polite to the lady.

YN's date pulled out a black leather purse and rummaged through it. Quickly, she pulled a few notes out of the bag and handed them to the waitress. "Keep the change," she said.

The waitress looked at her with wide eyes, "Thank you, ma'am," she said gratefully, "have a nice evening.

Then she turned and left the table.

"You didn't have to do that," Robert said. "As a gentleman, it's actually my job to pay."

She shook her head in amusement. "I bet that's never happened to you before, has it?"

Robert shook his head and took the last drink from his glass. There was a moment of silence between them.

"All right. So what's the plan for the rest of the evening?"

She looked at him in surprise. As soon as he said the words, she felt a tingle in her stomach.

The church clock struck twelve as she crossed the street hand in hand with Robert. It was freezing, and she had pulled her scarf so far up her face that only her eyes and nose were visible. Her date looked at her with amusement. "Are you going to rob a bank?" he asked, laughing out loud.

"Shh!" she snapped at him, putting her fingers to his lips. "You'll wake up the whole neighbourhood."

Although it was quite dark and she could only make out Robert, she knew that his typical mischievous grin was back on his face. She pulled him firmly behind her until they reached the small white building.

"Is this where you live?" Robert asked.

She put her finger to his lips for a second time until Robert stopped talking and looked silently into her eyes. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she finally stood on her toes, put her arms around his neck and placed her lips on his. Robert returned the kiss without hesitation and gently pulled her into his arms. YN could hardly believe what was happening. It was everything she had secretly wanted for months. They remained like this for a moment before she finally let go of him and reached for her key.

She felt for Robert's upper arm and finally pulled him into her apartment, closing the door behind him. She immediately wrapped her arms around him and began to kiss him again. His lips were a little cold and tasted of wine. Together they stumbled backwards into her bedroom, taking off his coat, which she tossed carelessly to the floor.

Robert's fingers stroked carefully along her hip and fumbled a little with her belt while she was busy planting little kisses on his neck. With slightly trembling hands she pulled his jumper over his head and Robert took her hand.

"Are you nervous?" he wanted to know. She remained silent.

"Don't be," he whispered softly into her ear, taking her in his arms again and pulling her onto the bed. Breathing softly, she clung to his chest, leaned back and finally closed her eyes as she felt his warm skin against hers.

The sun shone through the half-open curtains, creating a narrow, bright streak across the floor. Blinking, she opened her eyes and stretched. But immediately a sharp pain shot through her head again and she held her forehead tiredly. Confused, she sat up and tried to remember what had happened yesterday.

But when she heard soft breathing next to her, she turned quickly and all the events of last night came back to her. Smiling, she looked over at Robert, snuggled up next to her in her beige blanket, sleeping peacefully. Tenderly stroking his messy hair, she lay down beside him again and then began to caress his chest. Perhaps what they had done was wrong. After all, they were two people who should never have fallen in love. But it had happened, and it felt so right. They remained in this position for some time, Robert asleep and YN lost in thought.

Her eyes swept through the bedroom until they settled on a small white box on her dresser. Quickly sitting up, she reached for it and put a small pill into her mouth. Eventually, Robert began to move a little beside her, opening his eyes tiredly. Smiling broadly, she gave him a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Good morning," she whispered.

"Good morning," Robert murmured in a raspy morning voice.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked.

"Yes, wonderfully." He yawned loudly and took her into his arms as she laid her head lovingly on his shoulder.

"Wait, what time is it?" he suddenly wanted to know.

"Quarter past ten, why do you ask?" she replied.

"Shit," Robert muttered as he let go of the hug, jumped out of the bed and started to pick up his clothes, which were strewn all over the floor.

"Wait, wait, where are you going?" she asked, looking at him in confusion.

"I should've picked up my daughter by now," he replied, hurrying to get dressed.

Sighing, she pulled the blanket around her a little tighter. "Can't it wait? Can't you stay for breakfast?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm sure she's already waiting for me.“ Robert dodged her questions, grabbing his coat on the floor and sighing when he saw her disappointed look.

He walked slowly towards her, stroking her chin with his finger, and finally whispered: "We can catch up later." Then he put a soft kiss on her lips before turning around and disappearing through the door. She sank back into the pillows and pulled the blanket over her head.

The rest of Sunday flew by. Mostly because her mind was on Robert and she could hardly wait to see him again tomorrow at work. She had probably never looked forward to a Monday in her life as much as she did that day.

The next morning, YN carefully applied her lipstick and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She noticed that the collar of her white blouse was a little crooked and quickly adjusted it. She wanted to look her best for Robert today, so he wouldn't change his mind and lose interest in her.

Humming softly, she put on her black high heels and grabbed her handbag. She quickly put another pill into her mouth and put the box in her bag. Her headache was completely gone and her head finally felt clear and light again. In a good mood, she breathed in the fresh morning air and made her way to work.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked down the familiar corridor of Fischer Morrow. The lights were on in Robert's office. She ran a final hand through her hair, smoothed her blouse and opened the door to her own office.

The air was stuffy and hot. Coughing, she ran to the window and opened it.

"Good morning, Miss YN, I hope you had a nice weekend," a familiar voice sounded from behind her.

Startled, she turned to see Robert's face as he stuck his head through the door, as he always did.

Why didn't he call her by her first name? Confused, she stared at him, trying to form a clear sentence. "But… But… we spent it together…" her voice finally broke. Her head suddenly hurt again.

He seemed so different again. Not the Robert she had spent the weekend with, not the one who had apologised for being too rude to her, not the one who had made her laugh and told her about his life. He seemed more like the one she had worked with for months, the one who never revealed anything about himself.

"Miss YN? I haven't seen you since Friday, when you left my office after… asking me that question."

Her heart almost stopped. Suddenly her knees gave way and she sank to the floor.

"Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?" Concerned, he bent down to her. "Do you want to go home and rest?"

She nodded slightly and wiped a tear from her eye, which had turned her fingers black from the carefully applied mascara. Then she got up and left the office.

At home, she lay motionless on her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't think straight and her throat felt incredibly dry. The door to her room, which was only ajar, opened gently and something small and white slipped through. Sniffling, she stretched out her arms and lifted her cat onto the bed.

Everything that had happened that weekend had been fake. She had made it all up. And all of this happened because she had forgotten to take the pills she was taking for her delusions. Robert hadn't really followed her on Friday evening; it was all a figment of her imagination. While his real self was still sitting in the office, probably not thinking about her at all. Everything suddenly made sense: why Robert looked a bit different, why his voice sounded different, the waitress who ignored him on Saturday because she couldn’t actually see him, the pedestrian who gave her a confused look because she was talking to herself while taking the photo.

The photo.

She immediately got up, put on her shoes and walked to the photo shop where she had left the film to be developed. Her heart raced as the staff handed her the envelope with the photos. Trembling, she finally grabbed the Saturday night photo, without looking at it herself, and held it up to the staff's face. "What do you see?" she asked.

The young man looked at her in confusion, but remained polite. "The fountain at Piccadilly Circus. Great picture, it turned out really nice."

"Anything else?" she asked.

"No, ma'am," he replied, and it felt like a slap in her face. Fischer had never been there with her. Only her lonely and sad mind had led her to believe that he was interested in her and loved her. Tears welled in her eyes and she left the shop without another word. When she got home, she immediately took the white box of pills from her handbag, rushed into the kitchen, opened the box and poured the pills into the bin.

Crying and with burning eyes, she finally lay down on her bed and buried her head in the pillow as her cat purred softly beside her. She must have stayed like that for hours, as the sun began to set again outside her window. When she finally lifted her head and wiped the tears from her face, she saw a dark-haired man sitting beside her bed, looking at her lovingly with his pale blue eyes. A smile suddenly appeared on her face and she began to laugh, pulling the man into a tight embrace.

some explanations because i know that story is kinda mind-fucking:

• Is Robert Fischer all a creation of the readers mind?

- No he actually exists, he’s her boss and she‘s in love with him, so she imagines dating him.

• When is he real, when is he fake?

- - The Robert Fischer in the office is real, he turns her down when she asks him out, leaving YN heartbroken. The moment she leaves the office, she starts to imagine what it would be like if he apologised to her, so the man who follows her is just her imagination. The real Robert Fischer is still in his office at Fischer-Morrow.

When she visits the city on Saturday and meets "Robert" and goes on a date with him, it's also just her imagination. That's why other people react to her with confusion, because she's basically talking to herself all the time. On Sunday morning, when she wakes up next to him, he's still fake. When she takes her pills, he quickly "disappears" (he says he has to pick up his daughter...) because they stop her delusions.

On Monday morning, when she gets back to her office, the real Robert Fischer is there again, who hadn't seen her since he had rejected her on Friday evening.

When she gets home, she throws away her pills and her delusions begin again. The man who sat next to her on the bed and comforted her is again the imaginary version of Robert.

[yano2519]

I don‘t know why so many here don‘t respect Sam and Cait. They are both hard working actors, this should be something you all should show respect for. Normally a fan should support their idols, not criticize them.

First of all you may be at the wrong side of the fence here because I can’t remember being disrespectful to anyone.

Secondly, I always try to show everyone a basic level of courtesy.

But respecting someone is a completely different matter and for me has nothing to do with their profession (as an actor), their financial circumstances, the color of their skin, their religion or anything else.

For example, I respect the cleaning lady in our company, who has 3 jobs and works hard all day for a minimum wage to be able to feed her children, much more than some CEO or politician who has dozens of employees who relieve him every day, but doesn't find it necessary to find a kind word for them.

I respect many people - people who show kindness, perseverance, empathy, compassion, ambition, who admit mistakes and stand by them, who accept/tolerate others and their different opinions and views, people who fight their way back into life after traumatic experiences or illnesses despite everything.

But I certainly don't respect anyone just because of their profession as an actor.

[cats-and-fiction]

General headcanons with

Spoiler? for Avatar Way of Water

Na‘vi Quaritch and human reader

Whatever your height is, he is taller and he loves it and will use it to his advantage everyday and every second

Can‘t reach him to give him a smooch? Guess you need to ask nicely. Can‘t reach that thing on the shelf? How about asking?

Though a lot of your relationship will happen in privacy as he doesn‘t strike me as someone who is big in showing it in public. People will sooner or later find out but not immediately

Loves when you come over to his quarters. Not because they are Avatar sized…not that he would cramp his now giant body into your tiny human bed for you but it‘s not comfortable ok? And his human memory still hangs on the thought of „damn I‘m old I can‘t lay like that for hours“.

Sometimes his memories will take the better of him and he feels like he is in the wrong body. As if he mind was rejecting what he is now and he will be quite in those times. If you lend him an ear or just company he will be forever grateful and repay it.

Huge in gift giving. Will often think of things that are useful for you and what you would like but often also small trinkets.

While Miles has the mindset of protecting you, if you are a soldier, he pushes it back with the knowledge that you can protect yourself and if you need his help you will call him. He will be at your side asap

If you are not a soldier though…then he will be always ready to jump at your side. Though he will teach you how to shoot a gun or some fighting tricks knowing he can‘t be at your side 24/7

The biggest you get in public affection is maybe a hand on your shoulder or hip. Though he always stands pretty close to you.

In front of his man he doesn‘t show his affection to you openly as he still thinks he needs to be this hardened „what are feelings?“ type of guy. Soften a tiny bit up the further your relationship will go.

Doesn‘t expect you to remember his birthday but if you do and get him a little gift? He covers you in kisses head to toe. While he attempts to be like „oh you shouldn‘t have“ he will be deeply touched by it.

Does remember every important date from you and makes sure you know. Even if it‘s just little actions.

If you ask long enough he gives you a piggy back ride if you want

Will let you meet his Ikran, while reminding you to keep your distance. Those things can be vicious.

Though he takes you on a ride once. Your back was pushed eight against his chest, one hand firmly around your hip to secure you. He won‘t do any crazy moves like he probably secretly does when he flies alone. I‘m a firm believer he fucking loves flying and he loves his Ikran who he either just calls Ikran or Banshee.

When seeing that you enjoy flying he will enjoy it even more too as you two have now one more thing you love and can share. If you are sweet you can coax him into doing a bit more „crazy“ flight stunts.

If you are scared he will make sure you are ok and make sure to savely land you two back on the ground. While he would love for you two to share the love of flying he loves you for trying it.

Your difference biological are in some cases a burden. While you two maybe have tried to be sexual it turned out to be harder than expected. Na‘vi are…quite big and so do I believe that Miles is. Maybe even a bit over average for the Na‘vi. You two can work around it by other methods of sexual intercourse just penetration could be…meh. Or maybe not. I don‘t know, maybe you can take it.

The talk about you getting an Avatar has risen one or two time and Miles is pretty neutral about this though he kind of seems to lean into the „maybe don‘t do it“ side. He loves you for who you are and you seem to give him the little bit of humanity his mind longs for while accepting this new body, despite being born in it.

If you are very adamant about it he will support you and see it as a new start. To finally accept it and that his mind can finally say good bye to human Quaritch.

If you get your Avatar permanently, like he did, you two have a little private ceremony. Saying goodbye to your human body and it will be like a second birthday. And it seems to help his mind that you two go together on the travel of saying goodbye to your former human selves.

If you get your Avatar not permanently he will savior each moment with either of your bodys. He will definitely help you get your own Ikran if you wish and you two fly together.

Your Avatar body will probably receive the most sexual attention from him. Quaritch strikes me as someone who is more in doing it in a place nobody can charge in and were you two have your time. He doesn‘t seem like one that's into quickies.

Evening cuddles. His head in your lap and stroking his hair. Will try growing out his hair if you ask him too. Lets you even style it then. Though that seems to happen if your relationship if further advanced.

Will be the big spoon. No discussions.

[currantlee]

A few comments on a recent post about RWBY I made got me thinking about something. Basically, I think that Rooster Teeth – and possibly by extension its parent companies – have artificially inflated RWBY as a media project and franchise rather than letting it grow organically. Therefore, it became a bubble that was bound to burst at some point. RWBY might never have been a profitable IP, which might be very relevant for its future.

This is not a problem that arose after Monty Oum‘s passing, I feel like this was already coming before that. Shane Newville‘s open letter (which absolutely comes from an emotional, mentally unwell state of mind, but has had many of its contents confirmed over the years, even beyond being one of the first descriptions of the toxic work environment at Rooster Teeth) makes a few points that support this impression. Whether you agree with the letter or not, you cannot deny that the first two volumes of RWBY, while they also had merch accompanying them and stuff, were not produced following industry standards – starting with the 3D software used, Poser Pro (Monty Oum‘s preferred tool for animation). This led to some really creative animation work that, while not always high-quality by industry-standards, was certainly pushing boundaries. It was creative and it worked for what RWBY was: a passion project created by someone who saw animation as his strongest suit – as his preferred medium to tell a story. I‘ve seen a lot of people claim that Monty Oum wasn‘t a writer, and while that‘s true, I feel like the implication of that statement is always that he couldn‘t tell stories on his own. I don‘t think that‘s true. I think Monty Oum was a great storyteller when it came to expressing certain things through animated action scenes. It‘s just that he wanted to tell a story that included more than just that and a few lines of dialogue – which is where Miles Luna and Kerry Shawcross come in, two at the time very inexperienced writers (who possibly had a fallout with Monty Oum over creative differences later), as well as some talented folks – people like Shane Newville. They were chosen to work on this because Monty Oum acknowledged their potential and liked to work with them, and I feel like that created an environment where they were really allowed to flourish. Volumes 1 and 2 are certainly not flawless, but I feel like I can tell the people making it had fun.

To Rooster Teeth however? I think RWBY (and by extension, Monty Oum as a creator) might have been little more than assets to them. RWBY was first created around a time when RT first tried to be more like, well, an actual company. At least from 2014 onward, but possibly even earlier than that, this included an effort to conform to industry standards more, mostly in order to be able to hire more people – very visibly so in RWBY in the form of the switch to Maya (my opinion about that is, the way they did it didn’t do RWBY any favors at all). I think they saw RWBY and Monty Oum as an opportunity to appear… More important, bigger, than they ever really were.

So what did they do? Again, I kind of have the feeling that they “upscaled” RWBY to a size where it appears like this big thing, but it became far too much to handle. Essentially, they created a mock giant, or a metaphorical quasi-star: something that can appear big from afar, but is actually very small / unstable (and if we go with the quasi-star metaphor, disturbs all of its surroundings). This is what I mean when I say that RWBY was a bubble bound to burst, because no star lives forever – and quasi-stars can only exist under very specific, very unstable conditions (I linked a Kurzgesagt-video in case you’re interested what exactly a quasi-star / black hole star is / was, cosmology is so fascinating IMO). Once these conditions exist no longer, they both fall apart and collapse into the black hole that is their core at the same time.

My main argument for this is that RWBY was essentially a huge money sink for RT (Source: Barbara Dunkelman’s unprofessionalism). They pumped so much money into this… Perhaps even more than they ever made from it. While this isn’t 100% confirmed, it is very much possible (and IMO not exactly unlikely) that RWBY was never profitable — which it might have been if RT hadn’t been so hellbent on creating the illusion of a multi-million-dollar franchise.

This is purely speculative, but this might also be why Volume 10 was never greenlit. We know that Volume 9 was to a significant part funded by Crunchyroll and in fact would not have been possible without them (probably because RT was already out of money at this point). They might have bought into this mock giant, then realized they had pretty much been scammed once Volume 9 aired. This might have led to Crunchyroll’s unwillingness to fund another season for something they knew now was effectively a money sink. Since RT at this point lacked the funds to produce Volume 10 alone and therefore was dependent on investors like Crunchyroll and Warner Brothers… Volume 10 was never greenlit, no matter how hard they attempted to get their fans’ hopes up and start a hashtag campaign on social media (as far as I remember, that was started by Rooster Teeth, not the fans. I don’t have my Twitter account anymore though, so I can’t check). Again though, this is speculation.

The worst part? This refusal of RT to just… Downscale RWBY again, this determination that it had to be this huge franchise… Was all put on the backs of the creatives working on it. We know at this point, from multiple sources, that RWBY and other RT productions have had an incredible amount of crunchtime, working overtime, employee abuse, … going on behind the scenes, which seems to only have gotten worse after Monty Oum’s passing. At the end of the day, all RT does and has ever done is blame others for their incompetence. Like, no shit, I’ve seen fans claim that it’s the FNDM’s job to “keep the show alive” (particularly in the light of #GreenlightVolume10), which… No, that’s not the fans’ job. It’s the job of the company who has been entrusted with this beloved IP, and said company has proven to be utterly incompetent on multiple occasions, which is unfortunate, but a sad reality for all those who love RWBY. And while Rooster Teeth has never directly said such a thing, they have certainly implied it and taken advantage of the existing sentiment within their fanbase, as well as their parasocial relationship with it (again, see #GreenlightVolume10 for reference).

To clarify, I’m not saying none of this would have happened if RT didn’t insist on making RWBY this big franchise (and biting off far more than they could chew in the process) – again, RT was far too notoriously incompetent at everything a company should manage – but I do think it might have played a role. It also isn’t an excuse for all the employee abuse. Again, what they should have done is downsizing the project, not inflating it further and further.

If I’m not somehow completely in the wrong (because IMO this just makes way too much sense to not be at least partially true – but let’s face it, a lot of this is just me connecting dots, and there is always a chance I’m connecting them wrong, even though I don‘t think so), then it kinda blows my mind that there are still people who believe in this scam. Though I will say, emotional attachment can do that to anyone. If anything, I’m honestly sorry that those folks lose something that means so much to them, and that false promises were made to them.

At the end of the day, the story of RWBY (the “franchise”) is twofold. It’s a story about an incredibly talented creator who passed away far too early, who was given the incredible opportunity to make his dream come true. It’s a story of people he trusted taking up his torch, and maybe getting lost in the dark along the way. It’s an inspiring story regardless, and I hope to see it continued at a downsized scale so it can grow organically, preferably in the hands of an indie animation studio like Dillon Goo (🤞)

But it is also a cautionary tale to both creatives and companies who employ them, a tale about false promises, abuse of both employees and fans, as well as how to not run a project. Don’t blow your thing out of proportion too early, don’t create a mock giant / metaphorical quasi-star. Let your ideas and projects grow and flourish organically and sincerely.

[viesanterieures]

Locked In Mind

Robert Fischer (Inception) x Reader

note: Welcome to my third Cillian Character fanfic, hope you like it :) I love plots like Shutter Island and tried to do something similar here & it‘s also a story about parasocial relationships and unrequited love.

summary: The reader is hopelessly in love with her boss Robert Fischer, but he doesn't seem to be interested in her. By an unexpected coincidence, they meet in the city and his sudden intense affection for her confuses her. The reader begins to suspect that something is wrong, and when she finally uncovers the truth about her encounters with Fischer the heartbreaking reality is revealed to her.

word count: 5000+

Masterlist

warnings: mental illness, depression

you don‘t have to watch the movie to understand the story.

It was just half past seven when she heard the familiar footsteps in the corridor approaching the office next door. A key was inserted into the lock and a moment later the door opened.

Glancing around to make sure her workspace wasn't too messy, she threw an old paper cup into the bin before her boss poked his head through the door.

"Good morning, Miss YN, so busy already?" he asked with a tired smile. "It doesn't reflect well on me as a boss to have my assistant here before me. I'm sorry, Monday mornings are always a bit stressful for me."

"No problem, Mr Fischer. I've already sorted the mail for you, it's on your desk," she said kindly, watching him as he took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, a little damp from the rain.

"Thank you, I can count on you."

He was a very elegant, handsome man, about ten years her senior, with dark hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones and an elegant black suit. She must have stared at him a little too long, because he turned to her with a questioning smile.

Immediately her cheeks flushed and she turned back to her computer screen, but by then Mr Fischer had already approached her and placed some documents on her desk. "Please scan them all and email them to Mr Parker, he's been waiting for them for days," he said to her. It would be best if we sat down together later and quickly discuss my tasks for today, there is a lot to do. If I'm not mistaken, I have a client meeting at three today.

"At two, sir," she corrected him, handing him a planner with today's date thickly underlined.

He started to grin. "You see, this is exactly why I have an assistant."

Fischer disappeared into his office.

She sighed slightly and went to work scanning the documents. She had been working for Fischer Morrow, one of the world's largest energy companies, for barely a month. Their headquarters had moved from Sydney to London after the death of their CEO, Maurice Fischer. Her current boss, Robert Fischer, was a direct descendant.

She liked Fischer Jr a lot. He was friendly, supportive and didn't get angry when things didn't go to plan. But in some ways he always seemed so unapproachable. For example, he never talked about his private life and YN had no idea who he was outside of work. Then again, he was her boss and his private life was none of her business. But deep down she admitted that she was very interested in him.

The days flew by and she finally felt as if she had been employed by Fischer Morrow for an eternity. But who Robert Fischer really was remained a mystery.

One evening, as she was about to leave, she quietly opened the door to Fischer's office. He was sitting in front of his computer, his chin resting on his hands. "Have a nice evening, Mr Fischer." He jumped slightly, obviously not having heard her come in, but then he smiled. "Thank you, you too."

YN looked at her watch. "It's almost half past seven, don't you want to finish your work soon? Don't you have a wife waiting for you?"

Mr Fischer shrugged. "I've been divorced for a few years now, and I only see my daughter at weekends. The only thing waiting for me is an empty, dark apartment."

YN held her breath. It was the first time he had told her anything about his private life. But in the same second, he seemed to regret his words.

"No one waits for me either," she said. "Except for my cat."

Fischer raised an eyebrow with a smile. "At least that's something."

Finally she said goodbye and left the office. But all the way home, she kept thinking about her conversation with Fischer.

Was he perhaps as lonely as she was?

Tired, YN lay in bed. She didn't even have the strength to change her clothes and remove her make up. Although she wanted nothing more than to get out of that itchy, uncomfortable dress and tights. A soft meow sounded beside her and she felt something soft brush against her arm. Smiling, she pulled the cat closer and buried her face in its white fur.

Since leaving her small home village for London, she had no one to talk to. Her old friends had all left her and moved on with their own lives. Robert Fischer was the only one she spoke to regularly, though it was far from a friendship. With the cat in her arms, she turned to the other side. But what if she had feelings for him?

Maybe she should tell him. But wasn't that too much? He was still her boss, after all, and there were probably plenty of women who were interested in him.

She quickly pushed the thought aside and closed her eyes.

Robert Fischer turned curiously when he heard the quick clicking of heels in the corridor. Panting, his assistant opened the door and dropped her bag on the desk.

"Miss YN, are you okay?"

Her hair was messy, her coat hung loosely over her shoulders as if she hadn't had time to put it on properly, and her lipstick was a little smudged.

"I… overslept," she said, panting. "I'm sorry."

Fischer looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "It's okay. But it shouldn't happen again."

"Of course not, sir," she replied immediately.

He quickly disappeared into his office and returned with a thick stack of papers and a folder.

"Would you be so kind as to sort these documents alphabetically for me? They've been on my desk for days. I know it's not an exciting task."

She nodded and took the heavy pile from his hand. Fischer thanked her and hurried back to his office.

Sighing, she set to work. But with each page, she found her concentration fading and her mind wandering. Her head ached, her eyes burned and she felt incredibly tired. But she tried not to show it, kept working as hard as she could and finally put the sorted file back on Mr Fischer's desk.

Exhausted, she walked back to her office, sat down in her chair and buried her face in her hands. She was shivering and her ears were ringing. Was it because she had forgotten to take her medicine today?

"Miss YN?" she heard her boss' voice.

She turned immediately and forced a smile. "Yes, Mr Fischer?"

"I have an job interview scheduled for ten, would you be so kind as to prepare the conference room for it?"

"Of course, sir."

He stopped halfway and looked at Victoria questioningly. "Are you okay? You look so pale." She nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Everything's fine, Mr Fischer." Fischer looked at her, raised his eyebrows, then handed her the key to the meeting room and disappeared back into his office.

A strange feeling of dizziness spread through her head as she walked down the long corridor leading to the conference rooms.

What was wrong with her today?

When it started to get dark outside, YN finally turned off her computer and grabbed her bag. The strange dizziness had improved during the day, leading her to conclude that she simply needed a break from work. Fortunately, it was Friday. She knocked gently on Fischer's door, as she always did before leaving, to wish him a pleasant evening. He was sitting there as usual, his chin resting on his hand, deep in thought. He glanced up briefly and nodded politely, noticing her in the doorway. He looked stunningly handsome today, even after this long and exhausting day.

"I didn't ask you how the job interviews went this morning," she asked curiously. Fischer shook his head. "Terribly," he said. "None of these people I'd want in my company." His voice was cold and dismissive, and for a moment she thought he was referring to her, even though she knew he meant someone else. She smiled awkwardly and shrugged slightly. "Well, maybe the next one will be better."

Fischer remained silent.

"Have a good weekend, Mr Fischer."

"You too, Miss YN." He gave her a friendly smile.

"Do you have any plans for the weekend? I know a good restaurant, would you like to join me?" The moment she realised what she had just said, she bit her lip, her face turning red. Had she completely lost her mind? She desperately hoped he hadn't heard what she'd asked, but it was too late. She could see Fischer raise his eyebrows in confusion and stare at her.

"No, Miss YN. I'm not interested. I keep my work and personal life strictly separate." She immediately looked down, embarrassed. Thoughts raced through her mind like a rollercoaster and her cheeks felt as if they were on fire. "I'm sorry, Mr Fischer, I shouldn't have asked you that." She finally grabbed her bag and left the office without another word, feeling Fischer's gaze on her back.

It was drizzling lightly as she walked through the busy streets of London. The cold air did her good and she felt her head clear a little.

Why had she done this? It had been clear from the start that a man like him would reject her. But the words had come out of her mouth as if she had completely lost control. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and quickly wiped it away. She didn't want to have a mental breakdown in public, even though it felt like Fischer had torn her heart into a thousand pieces. Suddenly the strange dizziness returned and her vision blurred slightly. The sounds of London became muffled, as if she were incredibly far away.

Miss YN, wait!" she suddenly heard a voice behind her that seemed to be getting closer.

She turned around. The dizziness had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Startled, her eyes widened as she saw the person in front of her - it was Mr Fischer. What was he doing here? Had he followed her? She tried to speak, but all she could manage was a hoarse stutter.

"I wanted to apologize, Miss YN. It wasn't very nice of me to brush you off like that," he said with a gentle laugh. His voice sounded strangely different, softer than usual. Wordless and spellbound, she stared into the pair of light blue eyes before her, apologetic and gentle in their expression. She knew Mr Fischer had blue eyes, but she'd never noticed how incredibly bright they were.

"It's okay, don't worry," she managed to say, her knees shaking with excitement.

"No, no, Miss YN. I'll think about the dinner offer, okay? Just because we work together doesn't mean we can't have dinner together, does it?" Fischer suggested, and she nodded slowly, then smiled.

Why this sudden change of mind?

"Well, see you soon." He waved goodbye and YN, still completely confused, raised her hand in response. But before she could form another thought, he had disappeared into the crowd.

Carefully, YN pressed the shutter on her old camera, focusing the lens on the small lake in front of her. Satisfied, she lowered it. She was confident that this snapshot would turn out well. This park was a place she often visited to clear her head and pursue her passion, photography, as it offered many beautiful subjects. Especially now, in autumn, when the trees were covered with colourful leaves and the silence was slowly descending, with only the occasional pedestrian passing by.

Her dizziness had eased a little, but not completely. Fortunately, it was Saturday and she had the whole day to herself. YN sat down on a bench under a tree that looked to be at least a hundred years old.

She sat there for a while, lost in thought. Eventually she got up and made her way to the West End. The streets of London were noisy and busy as she walked, looking for a warm place in a café and something to eat. Crowds of people rushed past her, music played from somewhere and loud voices filled the air. Exhausted, she rubbed her temples. Maybe she should have stayed home and rested.

Suddenly she held her breath as she spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Dark hair, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Fischer. But before she could think, he had already noticed her and started to smile at her.

"Miss YN, how nice to see you! What a coincidence!"

It was the first time she had seen him in his casual clothes rather than one of his business suits. But this was no less elegant and stylish. He was wearing a well-fitting black coat, a grey knitted jumper underneath, black trousers and leather shoes. It was so strange to see him outside his office at Fischer Morrow Company. Suddenly he didn't seem so unapproachable and distant anymore.

"What are you doing here?" she asked curiously.

He paused for a moment. He seemed to be considering whether or not to tell her.

"I brought my little girl to her friend's house for a sleepover. She's been asking me for weeks because her mum won't let her."

"So you're a cool dad," YN replied.

Fischer rolled his eyes. "I'm the one who lets her get away with everything. We had to turn back twice because she realised she had forgotten her favourite stuffed animal and her toothbrush."

She laughed softly. In a strange way, she enjoyed him talking so openly about his life.

"Oh wow, that looks amazing. It's quite old, isn't it?" Mr Fischer pointed to the camera around her neck. "From the 1960s. But it takes incredibly good pictures for that time," she explained. Fischer seemed genuinely impressed. "Do you have more like it?"

"I have quite a few. From the 50s to the 80s, actually, and of course some modern digital cameras. Photography has been my passion since I was a child," she explained. Fischer looked at her with an interested smile. "So there's actually film in there that needs to be developed?" she nodded in confirmation. "Some photo shops still offer that service, yes."

Mr Fischer seemed genuinely interested in her hobby, asking her questions about it as they walked side by side through the streets of London. She felt incredibly comfortable in his presence and hoped he wouldn't leave so soon. Finally he pointed to the camera again. "Would you take a picture of me, please? I'd like a 60's style photo of myself." YN's heart began to race in her chest. What had he just said?

"Of course, Mr Fischer," she replied nervously. "Robert. My name is Robert," he replied. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, completely surprised. No one at Fischer Morrow Ltd called him by his first name, and outside the company she had only heard his uncle, Peter Browning, call him Robert.

"Let's find a nice spot for the photo," he said, letting his gaze wander until it settled on a beautiful fountain.

Carefully, she picked up the camera, took a few steps back and held it directly in front of Robert's face. "Smile, please," she instructed him, finally pressing the shutter.

A pedestrian who had just passed them looked at YN with a confused expression and shook his head. Frowning, she looked after him before carefully tucking the camera into her handbag.

Are you hungry?" asked Robert. "We could go to a restaurant."

Surprised, she looked at him. "I don't know…" she said hesitantly, chewing her lower lip. In fact, she had never expected to be asked such a question.

He looked at her with raised eyebrows and she could see the disappointment in his eyes. Finally, she worked up the courage to say what was on her mind.

"It's just… To be honest, you told me yesterday that you were someone who kept your work and personal life strictly separate. Maybe it would be better if we did. After all, I'm your employee."

As much as she wanted to spend time with him, she was afraid of developing any more feelings for him. Robert nodded slowly and shoved his hands into his coat pockets.

"I really like you. I just never wanted to show it, that's why I was so reserved with you and told you I wasn't interested in you".

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as a ton of thoughts went through her head. Robert finally nodded at her with a slightly disappointed look on his face and turned on his heel.

"Wait!" she called after him.

He stopped immediately and looked at her hopefully.

"Let's give it a try, shall we?"

YN… is that a French name?"

Robert's voice sounded slightly tipsy as he grinned curiously at her, twirling his wine glass casually in his hands. The plate in front of him was empty and he had now carefully placed the cutlery on it, waiting for a waitress to take it away.

He had taken her to a rather fancy and expensive place, the walls were dark wood panelling, the chairs were covered in red velvet and soft jazz music was playing on one of the radios. Robert looked hauntingly beautiful that night. His skin seemed incredibly soft and flawless, his jawline even more prominent, and his blue eyes shone almost ghostly in the dim light, almost like he wasn’t real…

She smiled, nodded and took a sip from her glass. "My father is French. I grew up in France but moved to England when I was 15."

He nodded with interest, rubbing his chin with his forefinger.

"And you? I heard you're Australian," she asked curiously.

Robert laughed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Well, my accent makes it obvious."

YN blushed and looked down at her plate. What a stupid question.

But Robert didn't seem to mind too much, because he started talking about his life in Sydney, how he had finally moved to London after his father's death, and she listened with interest.

But suddenly he stopped and looked at her thoughtfully. "But I'm probably just boring you."

YN immediately shook her head. "No, you're not," she told him. "I find it really interesting to find out all this about you."

At that moment a waitress came to their table with a smile and asked YN in a friendly tone if she had enjoyed her meal. But the waitress paid no attention to Robert, YN noticed with surprise. Perhaps she was just being extra polite to the lady.

YN's date pulled out a black leather purse and rummaged through it. Quickly, YN pulled a few notes out of the bag and handed them to the waitress. "Keep the change," she said.

The waitress looked at her with wide eyes, "Thank you, ma'am," she said gratefully, "have a nice evening.

Then she turned and left the table.

"You didn't have to do that," Robert said. "As a gentleman, it's actually my job to pay."

She shook her head in amusement. "I bet that's never happened to you before, has it?"

Robert shook his head and took the last drink from his glass. There was a moment of silence between them.

"All right. So what's the plan for the rest of the evening?"

She looked at him in surprise. As soon as he said the words, she felt a tingle in her stomach.

The church clock struck twelve as she crossed the street hand in hand with Robert. It was freezing, and she had pulled her scarf so far up her face that only her eyes and nose were visible. Her date looked at her with amusement. "Are you going to rob a bank?" he asked, laughing out loud.

"Shh!" she snapped at him, putting her fingers to his lips. "You'll wake up the whole neighbourhood."

Although it was quite dark and she could only make out Robert, she knew that his typical mischievous grin was back on his face. She pulled him firmly behind her until they reached the small white building.

"Is this where you live?" Robert asked.

She put her finger to his lips for a second time until Robert stopped talking and looked silently into her eyes. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she finally stood on her toes, put her arms around his neck and placed her lips on his. Robert returned the kiss without hesitation and gently pulled her into his arms. YN could hardly believe what was happening. It was everything she had secretly wanted for months. They remained like this for a moment before she finally let go of him and reached for her key.

She felt for Robert's upper arm and finally pulled him into her apartment, closing the door behind him. She immediately wrapped her arms around him and began to kiss him again. His lips were a little cold and tasted of wine. Together they stumbled backwards into her bedroom, taking off his coat, which she tossed carelessly to the floor.

Robert's fingers stroked carefully along her hip and fumbled a little with her belt while she was busy planting little kisses on his neck. With slightly trembling hands she pulled his jumper over his head and Robert took her hand.

"Are you nervous?" he wanted to know. She remained silent.

"Don't be," he whispered softly into her ear, taking her in his arms again and pulling her onto the bed. Breathing softly, she clung to his chest, leaned back and finally closed her eyes as she felt his warm skin against hers.

The sun shone through the half-open curtains, creating a narrow, bright streak across the floor. Blinking, she opened her eyes and stretched. But immediately a sharp pain shot through her head again and she held her forehead tiredly. Confused, she sat up and tried to remember what had happened yesterday.

But when she heard soft breathing next to her, she turned quickly and all the events of last night came back to her. Smiling, she looked over at Robert, snuggled up next to her in her beige blanket, sleeping peacefully. Tenderly stroking his messy hair, she lay down beside him again and then began to caress his chest. Perhaps what they had done was wrong. After all, they were two people who should never have fallen in love. But it had happened, and it felt so right. They remained in this position for some time, Robert asleep and YN lost in thought.

Her eyes swept through the bedroom until they settled on a small white box on her dresser. Quickly sitting up, she reached for it and put a small pill into her mouth. Eventually, Robert began to move a little beside her, opening his eyes tiredly. Smiling broadly, she gave him a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Good morning," she whispered.

"Good morning," Robert murmured in a raspy morning voice.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked.

"Yes, wonderfully." He yawned loudly and took her into his arms as she laid her head lovingly on his shoulder.

"Wait, what time is it?" he suddenly wanted to know.

"Quarter past ten, why do you ask?" she replied.

"Shit," Robert muttered as he let go of the hug, jumped out of the bed and started to pick up his clothes, which were strewn all over the floor.

"Wait, wait, where are you going?" she asked, looking at him in confusion.

"I should've picked up my daughter by now," he replied, hurrying to get dressed.

Sighing, she pulled the blanket around her a little tighter. "Can't it wait? Can't you stay for breakfast?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm sure she's already waiting for me.“ Robert dodged her questions, grabbing his coat on the floor and sighing when he saw her disappointed look.

He walked slowly towards her, stroking her chin with his finger, and finally whispered: "We can catch up later." Then he put a soft kiss on her lips before turning around and disappearing through the door. She sank back into the pillows and pulled the blanket over her head.

The rest of Sunday flew by. Mostly because her mind was on Robert and she could hardly wait to see him again tomorrow at work. She had probably never looked forward to a Monday in her life as much as she did that day.

The next morning, YN carefully applied her lipstick and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She noticed that the collar of her white blouse was a little crooked and quickly adjusted it. She wanted to look her best for Robert today, so he wouldn't change his mind and lose interest in her.

Humming softly, she put on her black high heels and grabbed her handbag. She quickly put another pill into her mouth and put the box in her bag. Her headache was completely gone and her head finally felt clear and light again. In a good mood, she breathed in the fresh morning air and made her way to work.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked down the familiar corridor of Fischer Morrow. The lights were on in Robert's office. She ran a final hand through her hair, smoothed her blouse and opened the door to her own office.

The air was stuffy and hot. Coughing, she ran to the window and opened it.

"Good morning, Miss YN, I hope you had a nice weekend," a familiar voice sounded from behind her.

Startled, she turned to see Robert's face as he stuck his head through the door, as he always did.

Why didn't he call her by her first name? Confused, she stared at him, trying to form a clear sentence. "But… But… we spent it together…" her voice finally broke. Her head suddenly hurt again.

He seemed so different again. Not the Robert she had spent the weekend with, not the one who had apologised for being too rude to her, not the one who had made her laugh and told her about his life. He seemed more like the one she had worked with for months, the one who never revealed anything about himself.

"Miss YN? I haven't seen you since Friday, when you left my office after… asking me that question."

Her heart almost stopped. Suddenly her knees gave way and she sank to the floor.

"Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?" Concerned, he bent down to her. "Do you want to go home and rest?"

She nodded slightly and wiped a tear from her eye, which had turned her fingers black from the carefully applied mascara. Then she got up and left the office.

At home, she lay motionless on her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't think straight and her throat felt incredibly dry. The door to her room, which was only ajar, opened gently and something small and white slipped through. Sniffling, she stretched out her arms and lifted her cat onto the bed.

Everything that had happened that weekend had been fake. She had made it all up. And all of this happened because she had forgotten to take the pills she was taking for her delusions. Robert hadn't really followed her on Friday evening; it was all a figment of her imagination. While his real self was still sitting in the office, probably not thinking about her at all. Everything suddenly made sense: why Robert looked a bit different, why his voice sounded different, the waitress who ignored him on Saturday because she couldn’t actually see him, the pedestrian who gave her a confused look because she was talking to herself while taking the photo.

The photo.

She immediately got up, put on her shoes and walked to the photo shop where she had left the film to be developed. Her heart raced as the staff handed her the envelope with the photos. Trembling, she finally grabbed the Saturday night photo, without looking at it herself, and held it up to the staff's face. "What do you see?" she asked.

The young man looked at her in confusion, but remained polite. "The fountain at Piccadilly Circus. Great picture, it turned out really nice."

"Anything else?" she asked.

"No, ma'am," he replied, and it felt like a slap in her face. Fischer had never been there with her. Only her lonely and sad mind had led her to believe that he was interested in her and loved her. Tears welled in her eyes and she left the shop without another word. When she got home, she immediately took the white box of pills from her handbag, rushed into the kitchen, opened the box and poured the pills into the bin.

Crying and with burning eyes, she finally lay down on her bed and buried her head in the pillow as her cat purred softly beside her. She must have stayed like that for hours, as the sun began to set again outside her window. When she finally lifted her head and wiped the tears from her face, she saw a dark-haired man sitting beside her bed, looking at her lovingly with his pale blue eyes. A smile suddenly appeared on her face and she began to laugh, pulling the man into a tight embrace.

some explanations because i know that story is kinda mind-fucking:

• Is Robert Fischer all a creation of the readers mind?

- No he actually exists, he’s her boss and she‘s in love with him, so she imagines dating him.

• When is he real, when is he fake?

- The version Robert Fischer in the office is real, he turns her down when she asks him out, leaving YN heartbroken. The moment she leaves the office, she starts to imagine what it would be like if he apologised to her, so the man who follows her is just her imagination. The real Robert Fischer is still in his office at Fischer-Morrow.

When she visits the city on Saturday and meets "Robert" and goes on a date with him, it's also just her imagination. That's why other people react to her with confusion, because she's basically talking to herself all the time. On Sunday morning, when she wakes up next to him, he's still fake. When she takes her pills, he quickly "disappears" (he says he has to pick up his daughter...) because they stop her delusions.

On Monday morning, when she gets back to her office, the real Robert Fischer is there again, who hadn't seen her since he had rejected her on Friday evening.

When she gets home, she throws away her pills and her delusions begin again. The man who sat next to her on the bed and comforted her is again the imaginary version of Robert.

[hanarchy]

What kills me is that members always reference currently popular skz memes/topics on bubble or lives so they definitely see what's going on, yet some of the members keep praising it on bubble

While now a lot of stays support this collab, with coca cola most of the fandom were boycotting and all the comments were full of it too still that didn't stop fl from drinking it on his live

Yeah like. god. This is gonna be a long answer but bear with me anon.

There are a few things I know to be true abt skz (and most idols tbh)

1. They are online (all that time spent in hair and makeup, waiting to perform, on a random plane or car. They have a lot of hours where they‘re at work without having to be mentally present, we all know they scroll, plus there‘s the lives and everything else).

2. They are in control of their music. They‘ve said this, it‘s their whole concept. No more discussion on this.

3. They‘re not really allowed/have decided not to be political (rmb that vlive where hyunjin chose a colored heart before soko elections and had to redo the whole thing bc the color was associated with a political party?)

4. They have contracts with JYPE and its unlikely they‘re allowed to back out of collabs like coca cola.

5. Individually they have also made questionable choices. The louis vuitton ambassadorship is honestly top of my list bc LVMH is engaged in industries that buy blood diamonds, do animal testing for cosmetics, have had parts in several labor disputes and the owners have a long laundry list of shit that they fucked up severely. Literally the richest family in france and LV is their flagship brand (Loewe is also part of it btw.). The Versace parent company is not much better. Tommy Hilfiger is obviously fucked and it has been like that for a while.

6. They are ambitious and in the industry they‘re in, that means they want to make more and more money. Because that means more promos, more artistic control, more fame, bigger halls etc.

I don‘t believe them to be bad people I just believe them to be apolitical people. In my book that‘s not really a thing (if you‘re not political you choose the status quo which in this case means fucking genocide.) BUT, crucially, people who don‘t care about politics beyond their arms reach or don‘t understand politics often care deeply about the people in their lives, about their work, about their direct environment. Skz are in an incredibly busy and stressful line of work and they were plunged into that world at an age when most people haven‘t or are just starting to develop political opinions. They‘re also from a culture that places very high value on respect(-ability), on not causing a stir and conforming to expectations (this is not a dig on korean culture btw, I think many aspects of this are actually positive, more individualistic cultures are not better, I am just focusing on a topic where these things have an unfortunate impact). In a highly individualistic culture like the US it‘s a lot easier for artists to express political opinions and make political art because they‘re expected to (and look how few even do it there, celebrity culture is laughable). Idols are expected to provide entertainment first and foremost, no more individuality than the company allows.

It makes sense that they are how they are. If all you‘ve ever worked for is a music career in a rigid industry where your every move is scrutinized of course you‘re not likely to make bold moves. But that doesn‘t make it right and it doesn‘t make their decisions better.

What I‘m trying to say is that I don‘t blame them for being how they are but I also entered this kpop life being aware of this. I‘ve stopped placing political expectations on celebrities. I don‘t need them to be political, I am political enough, that‘s not their purpose in my life.

I want them to speak to the part of me that dreams and that idealizes and that loves. But bc that‘s their role in my life it‘s jarring when suddenly their values and mine seem completely misaligned because the part of me that dreams and fantasizes is the part of me that also imagines a better world. Strange to know that they‘re ok with living in the existing world if they themselves live well.

[getosugurugirlfriend]

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Hello guys, I finally decided to upload fanfics !! I just wanted to add that english is not my first language and I am a really anxious person, so I am happy for receiving feedback.

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[xhudgenssistersconfessions]

I thought long and hard if I even would post something about it but maybe some of you feel the same way, so here it goes: I feel like something has been off with Vanessa for quite some time. I can‘t name an exact date when something changed just that it did. I know that her fans and even some of her „friends“ think that she seems at her happiest but I am really wondering. I‘ve been crossing her paths several times in the past and then she was more carefree and „true“ to herself and others. For the last couple years (maybe it started after Austin or with her relationship with Cole) she‘s been more guarded and has been back to „manipulate“ some things. It‘s like she‘s playing a character, I don‘t know. But given her more recent past with Ashley and GG/Vince it‘s no wonder that she‘s hiding a lot more than she had in the past. Now I‘m rambling but it‘s hard to explain what I want to say…..I‘m stopping now.

This is so true and well said!!!! I really think this anon nailed it 💯 . I just wish she would do something for herself first and not for others. I also wish that she wouldn‘t have said yes to Cole for obvious reasons. The fact that she hid it for almost three months says so much. Maybe she is extremely happy with Cole but there‘s still so much baggage.

My two cents about Cole and her relationship with him: He‘s her „big man“ but is he really? Their relationship started off as a triangle, GG was always with them in the beginning. When he was still in the major league Vanessa would post stuff about him playing even when she couldn‘t be at the stadium with him. When she was there, there were always pics….just like this past week when he was drafted to the Rockies. We got something from the game against Milwaukee and we got something from Thursday night when she was at the LA Dodgers stadium with Oliver. But why wasn‘t there almost nothing when he played for Triple AAA? Wasn‘t he her big man then? And why would she hide an engagement for three months? I would get it if she wanted to get married first but anouncing it three months later? That‘s not her only time posting late when she‘s with him. I totally get that she doesn’t have to post anything at all when she‘s with him but why is she posting stuff weeks later and makes it seem like it was more recent? Maybe I‘m seeing things but it just seems so off.

But that's a really weird thing to say LOL, she doesn't do those things in return "Put Cole on the map" I mean he would be a baseball player with or without her, him being in the media now is a consequence and it's not like she is expecting him to do something in return like putting her as team coach (lol an example) I think it's all consequence, you mentioned Elvis she told Austin to audition but she said he was her best friend bigger inspiration and supporter, i think now it's kind of convenient for us to talk but i do think he did something for her or i want to believe he did because she said it herself. It's not fair saying "she gave Cole followers" is not something he was going for at first LOL. I agree with everything else I really don't think she had time to get over it alone because she doesn't like being alone she was made for long and intense relationships and she makes that person her world which doesn't mean she's overreacting and loves him less, no, it's just her way of loving, very deep. But I contested the text because like, even Oliver is in this? we don't know what he also did for her on off, these people were with her in the worst moment of her life (her dad passing away) Oliver doesn't need to create a company after her mame to have done something for her, and she knows it.

[xxenia14]

Friendship Blossoms

Summary: y/n and Alejandro have been friends forever. Will they realize their feelings for each other early enough or will it be too late?

Story written by AI/ChatGPT because I am the most uncreative person this planet ever witnessed 🤣 don‘t like ChatGPT written stories, don‘t read it. Hate messages and name calling is unnecessary!

Y/N and Alejandro had been best friends for as long as they could remember. They had grown up together, sharing countless adventures and creating lasting memories. Their bond was unbreakable, and they understood each other in ways that no one else could.

One evening, Y/N and Alejandro found themselves out for dinner with their friends Ansu, Ferran, and Eric. They had decided to try a new restaurant in town, excited for a night of good food and even better company. As they settled into their seats, the group engaged in lively conversation and laughter.

Y/N couldn't help but notice the tomatoes on her plate. She had always despised them, their taste and texture never appealing to her palate. Alejandro, being the observant friend that he was, noticed her hesitation and the way she discreetly pushed the tomatoes aside.

Without a word, Alejandro reached over and plucked the tomatoes from Y/N's plate, causing her to raise an eyebrow in surprise. He grinned mischievously before popping them into his mouth and chewing with exaggerated satisfaction. Y/N burst into laughter, shaking her head in disbelief.

Their friends Ansu, Ferran, and Eric, who had been engrossed in their own conversation, suddenly grew quiet. They exchanged knowing glances, recognizing the subtle chemistry between Y/N and Alejandro. It was in the way they mirrored each other's movements, unknowingly imitating each other. Alejandro scratched the back of his neck while speaking to Y/N, and she absentmindedly fiddled with her thumbs while talking to him.

As the evening progressed, Y/N and Alejandro continued to share secret smiles and inside jokes. They seamlessly finished each other's sentences, their connection evident to anyone paying close attention. Ansu, Ferran, and Eric observed all of this, their smiles growing wider as they witnessed the unspoken bond between their two friends.

Yet, the group chose to keep their observations to themselves. They understood that Y/N and Alejandro's relationship was special, and perhaps something more than just friendship was blossoming between them. However, they also respected their friends' journey and the timing of when they chose to acknowledge their feelings.

The night carried on, filled with laughter and camaraderie. Y/N and Alejandro enjoyed every moment together, cherishing the friendship that had grown into something deeper. While their friends might have noticed the romantic attraction blooming, they wisely chose not to say anything, content with allowing Y/N and Alejandro to navigate their own path.

And so, as the evening drew to a close, Y/N and Alejandro said their goodbyes to Ansu, Ferran, and Eric, with promises to meet again soon. They walked side by side, their steps in sync, the unspoken understanding between them shining bright.

Little did they know that their friends had their backs, silently cheering for them, and excited to see where their blossoming friendship would lead. Y/N and Alejandro's journey was just beginning, filled with countless more moments, adventures, and a love that was meant to last.

Despite their friends' subtle hints and the undeniable chemistry between them, Y/N and Alejandro remained oblivious to their deepening feelings for each other. Their friendship continued to flourish, filled with shared adventures and unwavering support. Little did they know that their friends, especially Ferran, had grown tired of their obliviousness.

One evening, Alejandro decided to host a get-together at his house, inviting their close circle of friends. The atmosphere was vibrant, with laughter echoing through the rooms as everyone enjoyed each other's company. Ferran, unable to hold back his frustration any longer, took Alejandro aside to have a heart-to-heart conversation.

As they stood on the balcony, Ferran mustered the courage to address the elephant in the room. "Alejandro, I can't help but notice the undeniable connection between you and Y/N," he began, his voice laced with sincerity. "Are you sure there's nothing going on between the two of you?"

Alejandro's brows furrowed as he denied Ferran's assumptions. "We're just friends, Ferran. I've told you that multiple times," he replied, sounding slightly exasperated. He couldn't understand why Ferran kept bringing it up.

Ferran, determined to open Alejandro's eyes, took a deep breath. "Well, if there's truly nothing going on between the two of you, then you won't mind if I ask her out on a date, do you?" he challenged, hoping to shake Alejandro out of his denial.

Taken aback by Ferran's proposition, Alejandro felt a twinge of unease in his heart. He couldn't imagine Y/N going on a date with someone else.

Meanwhile, Y/N had stepped out onto the balcony to get some fresh air, unknowingly approaching the pivotal conversation. Ferran turned to her, a gentle smile on his face. "Y/N, would you like to go out on a date with me?" he asked, hoping she would agree.

Caught off guard by Ferran's request, Y/N's mind raced. She knew she didn't have romantic feelings for him, but she also didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Curiosity tinged within her, and she made a decision.

"I'd be happy to go on a date with you, Ferran," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity.

Ferran's smile widened, he knew that this date would serve as an eye-opener for both Alejandro and Y/N, regardless of the outcome. The two of them didn’t even realize when Alejandro had fled inside halfway through their conversation.

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Y/N and Ferran spent the day together, walking around the city, sharing laughter, and building memories.

As the day drew to a close, Ferran found a moment of vulnerability and honesty with Y/N. "I need to tell you something," he confessed, his gaze filled with genuine care. "I don't have any romantic feelings for you, Y/N. I asked you out to make Alejandro see what he's been blind to all this time. I hope this opens his eyes and helps him realize his own feelings for you."

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude for Ferran's selflessness. She hugged him tightly, thanking him for being such an incredible friend. Deep down, she knew that her feelings for Alejandro ran deeper than friendship, and Ferran's gesture had given her the clarity she needed.

As Y/N and Ferran shared the heartfelt hug, a passing fan recognized them and quickly snapped a photo without their knowledge. Oblivious to the consequences, they continued their conversation, unaware of the digital evidence.

Later that evening, Alejandro happened to come across the photo while browsing through social media. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Y/N and Ferran wrapped in a tight embrace. A pang of jealousy coursed through him, prompting a flurry of emotions he couldn't ignore.

Realization dawned upon Alejandro. The sight of Y/N and Ferran together awakened something within him, stirring up the truth that he had been denying for far too long. He needed to act, to find Y/N and confront his own feelings before it was too late.

In a whirlwind of emotions, Alejandro jumped into his car and sped toward Y/N's house, determined to pour his heart out to her. His mind raced with a million thoughts, wondering if he had already lost his chance or if there was still hope.

Arriving at her house, Alejandro anxiously stepped out of his car and walked up to her front door. With every passing second, his heart pounded louder, echoing in his ears. However, as he waited, his gaze fell upon the approaching headlights of a car. It was Ferran, dropping Y/N off after their day together.

Alejandro's heart sank, realizing that he might have missed his opportunity. He decided to remain at the front door, hoping to speak with Y/N, even if it meant facing the possibility of rejection.

Y/N, still immersed in the joy of spending time with Ferran, stepped out of the car, her smile fading as she noticed Alejandro standing by her front door. Confusion flickered across her face, mingling with a hint of anticipation.

Ferran, sensing the weight of the situation, stepped back, giving Y/N and Alejandro the space they needed. "I'll leave you two to talk," he said gently, offering Y/N a reassuring smile before departing.

As Y/N approached Alejandro, her eyes filled with concern. "Alejandro, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "Y/N, seeing that photo today made me realize something. I've been blind to my own feelings for you, but jealousy and the fear of losing you forced me to confront the truth." His voice trembled with vulnerability as he continued, "I love you, Y/N. I've loved you for a long time."

Y/N's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in Alejandro's words. The whirlwind of emotions she had experienced throughout the day suddenly came to a halt, and clarity washed over her.

"You... you love me?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and joy.

Alejandro nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, I do. I can't imagine my life without you, Y/N. Please, tell me if there's still a chance for us."

A wave of relief washed over Y/N as she smiled, tears glistening in her eyes. "Alejandro, I've loved you for as long as I can remember. I've been waiting for you to realize it. There's not only a chance, but my heart has always belonged to you."

In that moment, everything fell into place. Alejandro and Y/N embraced, their hearts finally aligned. The photo that had inadvertently brought their feelings to the surface had led them to this defining moment of love and clarity.

As they stood together on Y/N's doorstep, a newfound understanding and an unbreakable bond enveloped them. The journey that began with friendship had transformed into a love story that would continue to unfold, capturing the hearts of all those around them.

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Y/N and Alejandro's newfound love bloomed, filling their lives with joy, affection, and a beautiful connection that seemed to light up every room they entered. Their friends, couldn't help but notice the change in their dynamic and the overwhelming happiness radiating from the couple.

Ferran, being the playful and mischievous friend that he was, couldn't resist teasing Y/N and Alejandro about their lovey-dovey behavior. He would often grin and say, "You know, you two owe your relationship to me. If it weren't for that photo, who knows how long it would've taken you to confess your love!"

Y/N and Alejandro would exchange playful glances, unable to deny the truth in Ferran's words. They appreciated his role in nudging them towards their own realization of love, and they openly expressed their gratitude.

"Of course, Ferran," Y/N would say, laughter dancing in her voice. "You're the unofficial matchmaker who brought us together. You've earned the title of best man at our wedding, without a doubt!"

Alejandro would playfully add, "And don't forget, you'll be the godfather to our first child. You've become an integral part of our love story!"

The three friends would share hearty laughs and playful banter, cherishing the bond they had forged through years of friendship. Ferran's teasing became a constant reminder of the journey that had brought Y/N and Alejandro together, and they cherished every moment.

As time went on, Y/N and Alejandro's love only deepened. Their relationship grew stronger, and they embarked on new adventures together, supporting each other through thick and thin. Ferran stood by their side, witnessing the beauty of their love story unfold.

When the day of their wedding finally arrived, Ferran stood proudly by Alejandro's side as his best man. He wore a heartfelt smile, knowing that he had played a small part in their journey to this momentous occasion. The ceremony was filled with love, laughter, and overwhelming joy, as Y/N and Alejandro exchanged their vows, promising to love and cherish each other for a lifetime.

True to their word, Ferran became the doting godfather to their first child, supporting Y/N and Alejandro as they embraced the joys and challenges of parenthood. Together, the three friends formed an unbreakable bond, rooted in years of shared memories and an unspoken understanding of the love that had brought them together.

As Y/N, Alejandro, and Ferran continued to navigate their intertwined lives, their friendship remained a constant source of strength and support.

[skellizo]

After the last night I promised a fluff, comfort, headcanon (I don‘t really know what this is) so here we go:

Basically Tommy and Purpled kinda start being friends (again) always being dragged with Wilbur and Quackity respectively, whenever they want to annoy or taunt the other

So the both of them always stand to the side talking a bit until they become something close to friends

One day Tommy sees a tear in Purpleds Hoodie so he asks him if he can fix it up for him to which Purpled reluctantly agrees under the condition he would be there when Tommy were to fix his Hoodie (it‘s his favourite and he is a bit attached also he doesn‘t trust the gremlin child 100% yet)

Tommy agrees but both of them know that Wilbur and Quackity won‘t appreciate them hanging out and because they really don‘t want a whole ass rant about them being enemies not friends, they decide to make a little meet-up room in a cave and then there they will fix the hoodie

After the hoodie being fixed and having a nice little night just talking, hanging out, being teenagers, they part ways again, thinking they would only talk during Wilburs and Big Qs arguments, again.

But Purpled actually really enjoyed hanging out with Tommy again as did Tommy with Purpled, so Purpled tries to get a tear into one of his shirts and Tommy slightly loosens some threads on a little plush cow he got from Wilbur when he was younger. So when they see each other the next time, Purpled asks Tommy if he could help him again and Tommy agrees asking if maybe he could start teaching him some basic sewing.

So now they meet up like 3 times a week at night in their little hidden cave room, which they also start making more comfortable the longer they meet up. Now there are a lot of Pillows and blankets, some books and a few lanterns as well as a table and some chairs. The overall look of it is a bit reminiscent of a pillow fort. They also lit up the rest of the rather small cave and blocked off one part as to not get surprise attacked whenever there does spawn a mob.

During their meet-ups they not only sew but also just relax for once, you know be kids. Tommy enjoys talking to someone where he doesn‘t feel he is being used and doesn‘t have any really negative experiences with, while Purpled just appreciates the company, having been alone for so long.

At one point they started talking about some of their not so great memories, never all that much, but always enough so that the other person at least understands a bit what has happend and knows what not to mention in front of them and others. On those nights they sometimes do shed some tears, but finally being listend to and not just brushed off, ignored or being told „it wasn‘t that bad“, is really refreshing and nice so once in a while they just talk.

After they have gotten quite close to each other the first person to find about their little meet-ups is Foolish. At first they don‘t know how to react but Foolish assures them their secret is safe with him and Tommy and Purpled that night decide that next time they have the opportunity, they should ask Foolish to join them.

So now they are three people in their little hide-out, Foolish shrinking down to their hight-level, whenever they meet. Tommy and Purpled start teaching Foolish how to sew as well, after hearing that this more than thousand year old Deity, somehow doesn‘t know how to sew. So they all gather and start making clothes and presents for Foolish Jr. and Finley. They all have a lot of fun and Foolish brings in a certain light-heartedness and comfort which is always nice.

Foolish too talks about some of his past, not of the past-past where he was still known as the Totem of death, but the recent past, the red banquet for example.

Overall their meet-ups have become 1/3 support-group, 1/3 sewing club and 1/3 just chilling and talking.

A few weeks later when they enter their little cave home, they find Charlie just chilling there, looking at some picutre books that had been among the box of books they got from Captain Puffy.

They ask him not to tell anyone and he agrees as long as they give him some bones and he can continue to read the old scriptures (it‘s a kids book with a lot of pictures in it), they agree and now Charlie sits in the corner of their meetings as well.

At one point he wants to know what they do, so they want to teach him how to sew as well, but after the needle disappears halfway in his goo human body, they decide that maybe something different would be better, so now he has some papers and pencils to draw with and create his own picture books.

They all thought that those would be just harmless little stories but you shouldn‘t forget that he is a centuries year old slime, who slowly came to the surface, so there are some quite....interesting drawings among them, but also of Tommy, Purpled, Foolish and himself hanging out. He makes special ones for each of them as well and one looks a lot like Pogtopia, with Big Q and Tommy...

Ok for the following I am a bit unsure how this would go:

The last one to join was Fundy, he saw them sneaking out and meeting up and he wanted to tell Big Q about their meetings but....he didn‘t instead he went ahead and went there himself, ready to confront them and oh he did.

He felt like they were ruining the „family“ they had with Big Q and went off at Tommy for at first „stealing“ his dad and now also his new co-workers/potential friends. It took a bit but after some time of explaining Fundy just up and left, debating on whether he should tell Big Q, but in the end... he didn‘t. On his nightstand was a drawing from Charlie depicting the usual bunch but this time including Fundy hanging out together, so when Purpled walked up to him asking if he would like to join them now and again, Fundy agreed, being slightly really glad to just have a safe place and people to talk to.

They do their usual meet-ups, they don‘t treat Fundy any differently after his little outburst but during one night Fundy does apologize and explain himself, which they do accept. Fundy after some time starts opening up more as well, about his time in Manburg and his nightmares especially. So now we are back at them all just hanging out and having a safe, comfort-y place to go to, to talk with others and not feel as alone anymore.

/rp

[yano2519]

I read your post about Cait’s husband and his business. I don‘t agree with what you said about his success. What you see is only the public part. It is quite possible that he receives a very high annual salary for his management activities for the Fratellis, which he does not publicly disclose as a private person. Is it possible that his public companies only serve to save taxes?

Many things are possible, but very unlikely in this constellation. If you are going to so much trouble to present him as successful, you should perhaps take a closer look at the topic of tax savings!

It doesn't work the way you describe it.

And to disprove the topic "successful", just have a look at the official company information gov UK page and you will see that currently again 2 of his 3 companies are marked "Accounts overdue".

Your next argument will probably be, that he is currently too busy with his business in LA, or that he hired someone to do the reports for him and they missed the deadline. But this can also be easily refuted. Successful people always take care of their business, even when they delegate some tasks to others, they make sure that everything works according to plan, reliably and within the scheduled time frame.

That is also the reason why they are successful!

But the core question is actually quite different:

If you are so convinced of Tait, why are you desperately trying to make a successful businessman out of a person who obviously has very little ambition and business sense? Why is it so hard for you to accept that Cait is married to the "love of her life," but that he is anything but successful? I mean, he can't even manage to somewhat successfully portray the supportive and loving husband when he accompanies Cait to her events!

[the-awful-falafel]

Am i the only one who doesn‘t see why people say Morty was so degraded as a character 😅 i mean sure the „i refuse to do that i‘m just desperate to get back together“ line was dumb, but it was just a joke, Rick literally explained it was basically Morty‘s midlife crisis talking: as soon as he‘s 14 again he would be less codependent and that‘s exactly what happened. He started setting boundaries and telling Rick he won‘t be with him anymore if he‘s not honest with him. Him supporting and forgiving Rick for now because he has a lot of empathy is in character for him but it does not and should not mean every bad thing Rick has done is just forgotten and that Morty is fully reset and healed. And despite the writers commentary, I really do think that they know this, I don‘t think this is an indication of Morty‘s character growth being tossed out. He‘s still going to snap eventually and Rick will still be held accountable. Nothing that happened made me think otherwise, it‘ll all happen in time. I can‘t see them just glossing over fucked up things like the vat of acid

Not really sure about everyone else's reasons, but the reason I felt like Morty got degraded/done dirty is mostly due to how needy, dependent, and clingy he was written towards Rick in the S5E10 opener (not even really the midlife crisis thing, which I know was just a joke, but more just in general), in a way that felt downright disturbing considering his solo development the rest of this season. At bare minimum they should have given Morty a few more weeks before he missed Rick enough to try and mend things with him (because I agree with you, he's forgiving enough to at least try, but he shouldn't be so forgiving he's going to grovel over it like he did here). Show him enjoying his own solo adventures with Rick's portal gun, going to school like a normal kid, surviving by himself, just something that doesn't imply that he's doomed to fall to pieces without Rick around. Like... when was Morty being desperate/needy enough for Rick's company that he'd attempt to emotionally blackmail Rick into coming back ever built up as part of his character? If it's due to the fact that Rick was the one who unexpectedly owned up to his abuse and left (which I acknowledge could change Morty's reaction), why did Morty's characterization still feel so exaggerated and specifically designed to shit all over the independence that they've been exploring in his character up to this point, and implicitly justify both his codependent relationship with Rick and the continuation of the status quo?

It also felt like the finale wasn't really respecting the sheer extent of Morty's abuse when it came time to address it in S5E9, which is bizarre since it was meant to be the episode where his and Rick's conflict reached a fever pitch and they split apart, so you'd think the core problems would be addressed... more clearly? Instead, it muddled their relationship as a weird, both-sidesing "okay but what if they BOTH had a lot to learn" allegory while also giving Rick a complete softball in his culpability by having him be the one to realize that their relationship is toxic (in a super broad way that noticeably didn't bring up any specific abuse he had done to Morty), therefore he must leave with the crows and inadvertently deny Morty (or the narrative) the opportunity to truly hold him accountable for anything. And even that character development on Rick's part gets regressed barely a few minutes into the next episode, but since Morty missed him so much, Rick doesn't have to do anything else besides the bare minimum to earn forgiveness! Status quo restored, hooray!

Yes, I know they tried to show it's not a complete regression since Morty is setting boundaries and stuff, saying stuff like "I don't want to do this anymore if you're not honest", but it came off as... rather weak to me, tbh. Not only was the buildup unearned, it didn't sound that different to how Morty tried to set boundaries and "invent honesty" in season 4, and that didn't hold up in the long run, either. Rick has always caved to a certain degree of Morty's wishes/nagging, even from the earliest seasons, so it's how he handles Morty's outright defiance to his ego/control over the relationship that is much more revealing about him as a person (like in Morty's Mindblowers and Vat of Acid). Rick being somewhat nicer to Morty in these episodes just doesn't feel like a significant enough improvement to justify how quickly the narrative forced them back together. Morty's forgiving nature felt uncomfortably utilized, too, like they were simultaneously acknowledging it as a fucked up trait "bred" into him to facilitate Rick's abuse, but also trying to have it both ways by painting his unconditional forgiveness of Rick as the first step in Rick realizing his mistakes and the two of them working to become true partners. If that was what they were going for, I'm sorry, but they executed it very, very poorly and left a lot of harmful implications with how it ends up framing abusive relationships in the process.

Like, the way they wrote it, I don't get the impression this is the start of Rick and Morty's relationship improving at all. I get the impression this is the start of them pretending their relationship is improving (and maybe genuinely trying for a while) but more and more of the fucked up stuff gets brushed under the rug and they start falling into the exact same patterns as before once "honesty" and "respect" stop working, because abuse built on such a one-sided inescapable power dynamic isn't fixed just by deciding to be nicer to each other.

If this discomfort is intentional, if they're planning on this "equal partnership" thing to eventually crash and burn since it's built on such an unbalanced, consequence-free foundation, bringing the conflict to a head in a later season in a way that respects our Morty's growth and finally holds Rick accountable in a way he can't depend on his victims' forgiveness to get out of, I'd... still view these episodes as ultimately a regressive cop-out, but I'd be slightly more tolerant of it, at least, since it would feel more intentional? The finale's excellent characterization of Evil Morty and how he called out Rick's abuse without much pushback indicates some self-awareness at least, so I'd like to have some faith this will be handled better in the future, but the behind-the-scenes writer commentaries are... very worrisome. I guess I'll have to wait and see what they do in Season 6 onward, but how they handled this particular conflict will probably leave a bad taste in my mouth for a while.

[nendo-town]

hey hey hey i was browsing the mha tag and i found your blog and i was wondering if you could do nyoomtape (sero/iida) for your rarepair requests (they were a crack ship i picked up on tumblr and now i unironically ship them,,,,)

Fo sho homie!!! I actually ship them as well lol. I love my boi Iida!!

|||||| Iida x Sero ||||||

my babies!!! love them so much!!!

I honestly can’t describe it but there’s something about this ship that is... so GOOD

Its so wholesome somehow

Both of them Wholeheartedly support each other in everything

Sero has become Iida’s personal cheerleader

Once again, bad wingmen

Ochako and Kaminari RADIATE chaotic energy, and are constantly causing trouble

They are both Squad Babysitters™️, making sure their squads don‘t die, so they become team dads together

They dont do date night, but rather, date day. They spend Saturday mornings together

When iida picks the place, its like a cafe or picnic. something cute and quiet

When Sero picks the place, its a street fair or an Arcade or the beach

either way they enjoy each others company

Iida highkey spoils Sero

”I know you said not to spend any money on you, but i could not help but notice that your sneakers are worn out. I, as a member of the Iida clan, had to buy you a new pair. We know the importance of proper footwear. Please tell me if these are to your liking.”

”Wow babe you didn’t have to get me anyth- TENYA THESE ARE 300 DOLLARS BABE WHY??”

he wears the shoes to show his appreciation

lots of surprise kisses and hugs from Sero. He thinks its cute when Tenya is all flustered from them.

Also they spiderman kiss at least once

Iida will always ask for a kiss. Every. Single. Time. Sero doesnt mind, and thinks its so sweet of him.

Ochako and Tensei are tag teaming to tease Iida

”Whipped” -Ochako

*Tensei, high-fiving her* “Damn Right”

God This is such a good ship

honestly browse the tag on here its fuckin cute

Bro seriously this is such a good ship 10/10 stan for clear skin and watered crops. Make sure to drink water babes!!! Also leave some shit in my inbox, i take requests :)))

-Clay :3

[itsmespicaa]

Regrets

Summary: A deeper look into Cassandra Cain's life after the Anti-Life virus struck the whole Universe and her interactions with her family.

(Alternatively: Cass gets the hugs she deserves in DCeased)

Note: The art I drew for this fic is here.

Read this on AO3

There was no time to lose.

There was still so much...life in this building. So much to protect. Cassandra is beyond glad they‘ve all decided to stay—these children...are not like her. Or Jason. Or even Gordon-

"Jim," he sighed, wistful and...sad. Eyes briefly lost in what was no doubt a shrapnel of memory that cuts and pricks deep into your chest, pushed aside to focus on the present—to survive—no matter how painful it digs into your soul. She understood. He glanced at her and smiled. "Jim’s fine, Cass. We’re all family, right?”

These children needed them, and...perhaps a part of her needed them too. They all needed each other now, one way or another.

Nights are...the worst.

Sleep has never come naturally for her, even before...everything. Before their whole world fell apart. She was not unfamiliar with loss, but this- there was no time to mourn or- or even breathe. No time to look back and realize just how much was taken from them.

Survive. Move forward. Survive, kill, survive. Keep each other safe.

Her mantra—the only thing that mattered now.

She did not allow herself to think of Barbara‘s kind eyes, or the last time she heard Dick laughing in the manor. She did not think of the fistbump she shared with Tim on their last patrol together.

She did not allow herself to think about Bruce, of the comforting weight on her shoulder after another successful night a few days ago. An easy night—quick and simple. So...different from the nights now that her chest ached and ached-

Nor did she allow herself to think about Stephanie, who wasn't even supposed to be in Gotham now. Her mother too...surely...?

(But Batman was supposed to be invincible, and yet, and yet—)

No. No time to look back. No time for hope or questions with no answers.

Nights are the worst.

Beyond the stillness of the night, beyond the quiet of the sleeping children...the monsters lurk and scream. She could hear them, clear as day—sleep did not come to them...so nor would she.

Instead, she sat in a corner—not too close that she could be spotted instantly, but close enough to aide should anything happen—silent and watchful over the children now in her care. It soothed her, seeing them so peaceful. Their innocence not yet fully stolen from them.

A night without one of them waking up from a nightmare was all that she asked for.

"Cass."

She did not turn to the voice. As she waited, her brother finally came to sit beside her, knees drawn up to his chest as if to mimic her.

On a better day, she would‘ve smiled at this.

She didn't smile.

"You really should rest," murmured Jason after a while. "I‘ll watch over them tonight. We need to be in tip top condition if we plan on protecting them."

Facing him, face impassive, she signed: You? Sleep?

A huff, eyes dim. "Touché."

They sat there, side by side, watching the faces of those more vulnerable than them for a long time, the noise from beyond the walls momentarily cut out as her focus zeroed in on the children.

"I buried them," said Jason suddenly, breaking the fragile peace. Cass does not stop, doesn‘t have to ask who he meant.

"I should‘ve told you sooner, but with everything going on..."

Words were never her allies, and they weren't one now. Cass swallowed the lump growing in her throat, along with whatever words she was about to say.

I know, she touched her cheeks twice instead, trusting in her brother to see it.

Jason definitely noticed, because the next moment he was slowly wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. Like a puppet cut loose from its string, Cass melted into his side, finally allowing herself a small moment to just-

Mourn.

She and Jason were never as close as her and Tim, but they understood one another, possibly better than most in the family. They would spent rare moments reading together in the manor‘s library, comfortably co-existing. Now-

No more words were spent that night, the two of them silently supporting each other as they accept their new reality. She did not move to wipe the few drops of tears tracking down her cheeks, and Jason said nothing.

How cruel is it that the ones to survive are the people who had touched death before?

...Damian? Alfred? Her hand moved as she looked at him, mouth pressed in a thin line. The only ones left. And their youngest sibling. The expression that reflected back at her was just as grim, but the lines on his face were noticeably lighter, and Cass can tell from the loose grip on her shoulder—from the set of his jaw that it was not a bad news.

"Both are still alive in Metropolis last I checked yesterday," he said, fingers picking at a loose strand on his jacket—nervous, "and hopefully they’re with other heroes too. I...try not to check too often. Gotta save the energy of the car, y‘know?"

And I‘m scared to know, was unspoken, but she heard it. Saw the fear in his creases, the anxiety in his sunken eyes.

The regret.

Cassandra understood. There were regrets she would have to live with now too.

She nodded, looking back at the children again. A sense of tranquility finally settling in her chest, the anguish she felt not completely extinguished...but there was only so much she could bear at a time. These children are her priorities now, her new family, and...

Little brother, she tugged and signed at Jason before resting a hand on his back. "Keep you safe," she emphasized each words, tugging on his red hoodie—now splattered in different shades of red.

That...startled a laugh out of him. A small quirk of lips, but Cass saw it as what it is and beamed too, subdued as it was.

"I don‘t know about me being the younger brother," he chuckled softly, "but I'm glad I have a kick-ass sister like you. I have your back too, Cass. Always."

She would not lose any more of her family if she could help it. New or old.

Even if she had to sacrifice herself.

Her mother. She was-

Cassandra watched as the children exit the bus and can’t help the bittersweet smile tugging the edge of her lips.

She was a hero.

In the very end, she died a hero. Protecting the life of innocents and...her family.

Her heart felt too heavy to maintain it however, and after making sure all the surviving children are accounted for and comfortably settled in their new home, she wandered over to the newly chiseled statue the Green Guardian—Ivy had bestowed upon them as a token of respect. A gift.

She stood before the likeness of her mother, her last moments playing over her mind like a broken cassette.

Her eyes burned and she blinked, rapidly.

"Hey."

The white-haired lady. Moved with quiet grace almost as good as her. Almost.

She nodded back in lieu of a reply.

"Complicated parent issues?"

"...Yes."

A sigh. "Same."

They stood there, side by side, both lost in thought as they gazed upon the legacy their parents have left.

"Despite everything..." whispered Rose, "We still love and miss them, don‘t we?"

"She was...not a good mother," began Cass, trying to find the right words to describe the turmoil of emotions warring within her. "But she loved me. And I...loved her. In the end...that‘s all that matters."

A curt nod. "I get it. Really.

"I know loss is inevitable now," continued Rose, hand seemingly wanting to reach out before pulling back abruptly, "but...I‘m sorry you had to see that yourself. I‘m here if you want to uh- talk and all that. Or even just my company."

Cass was...touched. It was a sweet gesture, considering they haven‘t had much time to get to know each other before arriving here.

Smiling quietly at her, she pointed at herself and signed: Conversation. Not good. Rose‘ sign language skill isn‘t on par with hers or Jason, but it’s enough.

She smiled back, laughter in her voice: "So we won‘t have to speak. I can be a good listener when I need to be."

At that moment, Cass decided she liked this girl. Suddenly grateful to have her here—that her brother had her too.

It was probably that thought that prompted her to get her attention, her hands moving quickly: You. Jason. Happy?

Surprisingly, that brought on a small blush on Rose‘s already rosy cheeks, and Cass‘ smile widened.

"We- haven‘t made it official or anything but...yeah. Yeah, I think we are." Rubbing the back of her neck, bashful eyes cast downwards in a rare show of vulnerability, she reminded her so much of Stephanie that she had to bite down her lips to keep it from wobbling.

Instead she gave her the warmest grin she could muster, focusing on the person in front of her now. "Good," she said, before pulling her in for an earnest hug.

For a while Rose just stood there, letting Cass do all the work—but then she grasped her back just as tightly, finally realizing that the hug was for Cass herself as much as it is for her.

They both lost their parent, now truly orphans like everyone else, and Cassandra‘s...grateful she wasn‘t alone for this.

"I see you two are bonding already," came a familiar voice.

Lo and behold, Jason appeared from behind them with a smirk. He and Rose exchanged a look and before he even turned to her, Cass already knew what he was about to do.

She returned her brother‘s embrace, accepting it for what it was. I‘m sorry, his body screamed—sad, sad, sad. Sad for...her.

Standing toe to toe, he dwarfed her in comparison, and Cass was all of a sudden struck with the memory of the last time she hugged their father (Bruce, not Cain. Never Cain.) A sharp twinge of pain swiped at her chest, a simple wish that...she could‘ve hugged her mother too.

Physical affection did not come easy to Jason either, but Cass knew he was tired of regretting, tired of letting people go when everything you loved could be taken from you at any moment and...she felt the same.

Regrets seem to be the only constant in their life now.

After pulling away with a playful shove, she pointed at Jason then Rose, tapping her two 'K' hands together. Take care of her. She glared pointedly at Jason for a few seconds before her face broke into a smirk.

A cheer of laughter erupted from the three of them at Jason‘s indignant 'Of course!' sign.

It was definitely the highlight of her day.

---

Weeks later, when night fell and the world ran a little slower, Cassandra watched over them all as she always had.

Her small family is safe now—her brother and sister-in-law somewhere outside of prying eyes but still near enough for her to reach (Jason had reassured her himself). The marriage itself was nothing as fancy as the movies she watched with Tim and Steph had shown, but it was...festive. Magical. Beautiful. Ivy had gifted them with beautiful garlands and flower chains that grew from the earth, vibrant roses uncurling at every corner to celebrate their union—a symbol of hope that could flourish amidst the dreariness of their reality.

The sheer joy she felt and saw from the two newlyweds was enough to assuage her constant state of alertness. She kissed both of their cheeks and hugged them close, lips pulled wide on the happiest moment she had felt in a very long time, a comfortable warmth curling in her chest. Their happiness was infectious.

Yet now—

"You should rest, kid."

She wasn‘t the only one restless.

"...Jim. Rough...night?"

A puff of cigarette. "Something like that."

Silence reigned over the living garden, the stars above brighter than it had ever been.

"You were close with my daughter?" asked the Commissioner all of a sudden.

"...Yes." Her reply was careful—while time had done its magic, a balm to gaping wounds on the soul, their memories of Barbara were still fresh on both of their minds. It still...hurt, and no doubt even more so for him. "She was my...mentor. She was like...like a..." Mother, she did not say. Before Shiva, before Bruce truly stepped into his role as a father.

But Jim picked it up nonetheless, nodding to himself. "Good. That‘s- really good."

For once, she genuinely wondered what the aim of their conversation was.

"We might not be close, Cassandra," he watched the puff of smoke that formed around him, casual and honest, "but you‘re Batman‘s daughter, and my daughter...knowing her, she undoubtedly loved you too like one. So that's more than enough to make you family."

Nodding, already connecting those particular dots together, she tilted her head. And?

"And I would do anything to keep my family safe," he turned to her, pain in his eyes reflected in her own. "But you understand that more than anyone else, don‘t you?"

Cass looked away, his intention finally dawning upon her.

"I- don‘t want to lose them too," she whispered to no one, her fear carried over in the silence of the night, the huge vines and trees providing a shelter from the horrific wailing of the monsters lurking just outside the garden walls.

They‘re the only ones I have left, she did not say.

Instead of a reply, Jim squeezed her shoulder in solidarity.

Cass is eternally grateful he did not try to console her with empty words.

"SHAZAM!"

Electricity and raw, undiluted power surged through her, tingling in her veins with the telltale sign of ancient magic.

Fury. White, hot blistering fury.

She did not waste a blink at the corpse now lying beneath her, eyes already roaming to find Jason who- no.

No.

Rose knelt beside him, sobs rocking her frame, every inch of her body screaming pure sorrow and Cassandra reached out, denial on the tip of her tongue- before a hand stopped her.

Damian.

Now an adult, creases wrinkling his forehead so much like his father. He shook his head, still gripping her arm and unwilling to let go. Cass could push him away despite his strength, especially with her newfound powers, but—but she didn‘t.

Cassandra Cain, blood daughter of Lady Shiva and David Cain, adoptive daughter of the Batman, fell to her knees and hung her head in her palms, holding back the agony clawing at her inside out. Hollow, hollow, empty.

No.

She promised-

What good was all this power if she couldn‘t even save her own family?

No tears came forth despite the stabbing wound in her chest, an ugly rage building up in the back of her throat, threatening to lash out with the pulsing energy in her fingers.

"Cass," Damian‘s soft plea snapped her out of her haze of red and self-destruction, and she finally looked at him, truly looked at him—his locked jaws, the tremble masking his own shock and anger, and- she blinked, vision clearing. Stopped.

Nothing could bring him back. Not her anger, nor revenge.

She stood up to her full height, Damian on her elbow, and locked eyes with Constantine standing right across from them, hoping the daggers she sent him from her gaze alone is enough to convey the amount of hatred she felt at that moment and floated over to Rose, her cape billowing behind her.

Someone else needed her now—move now, mourn later. Rinse and repeat.

---

The last remnants of warmth lingered in Jason‘s crushed body as she gingerly carried him out of the pocket dimension, and Cass felt her resolve weakening for a brief second, her powers slipping and she- nearly dropped to the ground. No one noticed, everyone lost in their own thoughts at what had transpired in so little time.

Her grip tightened.

Flying over to an area she knew was designated for the ones who...passed, she laid him down as gently as she could, brushing away a strand of hair on his forehead with light fingers, despite how heavy it felt to lift them. Wiped away the blood on his face with care, her movements mechanical like the time she had to dress a corpse of a dead boy they had failed to save.

Then she waited.

And waited.

Jason wouldn‘t want to be by himself. All alone.

She sat there, waiting.

When Rose finally dropped noiselessly beside her, Cass stood up and walked away, giving them the privacy they deserved. Ignored the silent tears wrecking the younger woman, and the instinctive need to console and support her.

Let her grieve, she reminded herself.

Her youngest brother stood behind a large boulder just outside the area, gaze pointedly directed at the ground.

"Cassandra."

She stopped right by him, shoulder to shoulder, facing the opposite direction. Waited.

His fist clenched tightly, teeth scrapping harshly against each other- "If I had known this would happen, I would never have—"

Gloved fingers grasped his shoulder tightly, and his mouth clicked shut.

"Please. Do not blame yourself," she murmured, calm and quiet, so unlike the weight dragging her down to the earth, burying her under. The magic that coursed through the blood, singing and wild, untamed as the raging sea.

Her fingers trembled.

She did not cry.

"I wish...I wish I could have talked with him more before. Know this Jason better," spoke Damian again after a long pause. It was an admission, hushed, voice laced with a regret so potent, it was impossible to dismiss.

So much regrets. Always. Always, always.

Finally, he turned to her with his cowl taken off, the pain in his eyes open for the world to see, for her to see, and she-

"I‘m so sorry, Cass," he whispered, broken, "I‘m so sorry."

Maybe it was his understanding, the honesty a huge contrast from the young, haughty boy who would hide his emotions behind a wall of anger and righteousness all those years ago. Or maybe it was the way his hand hovered beside him, a language as natural to her as breathing itself. Whatever it was...it unraveled the last string keeping her together, and she—

Not again.

Somewhere between then and the ground, her mask had been pulled down, and Cassandra finally let the weight in her heart crush her soul to dust, Damian‘s arms somehow around her and holding her close. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her tears creating a wet patch on his shoulder.

It was so tempting to call upon thunderstorms and lightning to put an end to all their suffering, an end to the anti-life once and for all—but she didn‘t. That was not their mission. Instead she let her eyes run dry, heaving quiet sobs into her brother.

The last two siblings held each other, grief and sorrow amplifying the desperation Cass felt growing within her.

It was a necessary sacrifice, she would know later.

But all she felt then was the despair of losing another family. The only one she had since their whole world turned upside down.

Damian was a solid weight that kept her grounded, and she was...thankful. Rose deserved to be supported now, rather than have another mess of emotions thrown onto her lap after all.

She felt her not-so-little brother bury himself into her shoulder and knew he needed this too.

It wasn't fair. It wasn’t fair.

...but nothing was.

Later, they would give Jason a proper burial. Later, they would be there carve the loving words of the life their brother had led. They would pay their respects, just as he did for their late father and brothers in the cave.

Later, they would continue to fight for humanity.

But for now-

"Damian," her voice cracked, too soft, too strained even for her ears. "I‘ll keep you safe. I promise."

A finality. An oath.

Not just to herself, but to Jason—whom she had failed. To their father, who entrusted the Bat mantle to the both of them, in his own ways. If it meant him surviving...

Damian froze and she knew what he wanted to say: Please don‘t make promises you can‘t keep.

But he didn‘t. Instead, he breathed out just as solemnly, the timbre of his voice octaves lower than it was a lifetime ago:

"...Right back at you, Cass."