#i genuinely want to see jean get better coz hes got the right idea

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jean and judit in which jean complains and then displays crippling horse-autism and judit sits there and puts up with it

okay back at it again with one of my longass headcanons text posts. lemme know if i should put this under a cut, it's long as fuck.

this ones about judit! and her mostly professional work relationship with jean. cw for implied parental neglect, lots of references to misogyny and sexism, jean being conservative, and jean being an ass as he is. also my numbering calculations

judit's mother and father would call her yoodit. She’s Hungarian in origin (elysium hungary would be in graad i think) but they’re revacholian French like everyone else. She's a mixture of a lot of things. (Just the way you have germans in Texas but they’re no longer German, just Texan). Named after her Hungarian / graadian grandmother who was a big humanitarian maybe. MAYBE jewish. Considering.

She’s 37, born in '14 -> had her kids when she was 21 and 23 respectively

Assigned to the unit 2 months ago but has been working in the rcm since ’41 since she was 27 (10 years)

One son (younger) one son (little bit older) -> 1 and a half years apart. 14 and 16. they're really close but they bicker a lot, as siblings do. Born in 37 and 35 (Judit 23 and 21 respectively) during the economic boom. initially wanted to be a secretary or some other stable office job to be there for her kids but chose the rcm instead. shes a little higher class than harry and jean, somewhere around lower middle class (tho the middle class is really rapidly vanishing)

She could’ve stayed home been there for her kids worked nearby but bc she was scared of the way the neighborhood was going (bad) and wanted to protect herself and her kids, she joined the rcm. she might actually have a house? Not sure. I think everyone has apartments, and hers is just a bigger one

while joining the rcm was initially a way to learn self-defense, it started to also become a way to change the future for her kids. She’s been working at the rcm since the kids were 4 and 6, and as a result she hasn’t really been there for them. But she’s been there for revachol. it's not intentional. she'd die for her sons but she also wants to ensure they have a world they can live in that's better than the current one. thus, for her sons, she chose the city.

Her husband is very A. Demanding B. Absent. He’s a lorry driver, and he’s very palefucked. He's often times gone for months on jobs. She mostly raises the kids herself

Two boys, the eldest Hungarian name but frenched, the youngest French name bc the husband insisted

Miklós (MEEK-losh) older (16 post-martinaise) and Théodore (Théo) younger (14 post-martinaise)

now the rcm info

Jean is very professional and put together and doing his goddamned job. he's depressed as fuck and half the time has to fight the 'i don't give a SHIT today i don't CARE' feelings but he pushes himself through it bc he's very much a guy who A. wants to do his job Right and B. feels like every moment he's not doing his job, someone's gonna' get fucked over badly for no reason, revachol's going to go to shit, and it'll all be his fault.

Judit gets transferred to his wing after her old partner died (a very gross older guy who she had a mediocre relationship with (they did some cases together, but the guy wasn't the best cop at all)). she also had a lot of trouble in a-wing bc of rampant sexism and misogyny. when she was still a naive fresh-to-the-rcm officer, she tended to mother everyone and try to get everyone to do their jobs and they've all used this as an excuse to belittle her and put her down and not respect her. so when her partner died she was a little bit relieved bc it let her move to a different wing. she felt a large amount of guilt that she A. didnt try hard enough not to get her partner killed B. that she didnt try hard enough not to make her partner do her job, C. that she was really relieved he's dead and no longer a part of the rcm and D. felt like he got what he deserved. it's been 10 years of this shit and it's so wearing on her.

i think she let him die

then she gets transferred to jean and c-wing and she's like oh fuck me not vicquemare bc everyone is scared of Jean bc Jean is so cold and professional and put together and she's like goddammit he's gonna be another fucking mysoginist and think he's better than me and put me in my place and exert his power over me. so she's like fuck I'm going to just have to deal with his ass

but then Jean is so calm and put together and professional and level-headed and just smart as fuck. He IS misogynistic but she finds out she can very easily put him in his place if she stands her ground and the more he gets respect for her the less he does it. shes VERY relieved bc fuck. i thought the rcm didn't have good cops anymore. his misogyny i can deal with (and she really does put him in his place)

i think jean's very buried optimisim/hopefulness that revachol can pick herself up out of the ashes and be reborn really makes judit start to believe in her job again. she really lost faith in the rcm and lost faith in revachol and had been seriously regretting choosing this hell, dead-end job over her kids, but then here's jean and despite how fucking grumpy and mean he is (and misogynistic and bigoted and misguided), she sees how he's actually truly trying and it makes her feel hopeful again too

She's not as smart as Harry (the way he can put three and three together) but not as intense either and very quiet and put together and calm in tense situations and best of all TRUSTWORTHY and RELIABLE

Coz jean was like 'oh great a fucking patrol officer and she watched her partner die great I got another fucking wreck that I'll have to fucking baby and she'll be stupid as fuck and know nothing bc she's a damn patrol officer (after ten years. still. (maybe she never got promoted coz she's a woman wahoo)) and also a goddamned fucking woman, women don't know anything fuck me. the last woman hurt me really bad. all women suck. fuck women.' But then she really quickly proves her worth and she's not scared of him like everyone else is and he finds he can't just easily boss her around and put her in her place bc she will outwait him like she is so goddamned patient and she is So pushy and unintimidated by his 'i'm the man and know better than you so you have to listen to me ' tactics. she's dealt with so much of that shit that it does NOT phase her anymore

And she's pushy and a good cop and really knows how to throw her authority around and really is really promising despite everything and jeans like THANK FUCK FINALLY SOMEONE WHO KNOWS HOW TO DO THINGS AROUND HERE and it gives him respect women juice. she literally forces him to treat her with respect bc shes just another officer of the rcm and i really think it'll click into place for jean and he'll get over his misogyny. i believe in him, he's just misguided as fuck and has mommy issues

And the closer they get work-bondingwise the more he finds he can talk about just whatever and that he never has to worry about upsetting her or being a bother or being unprofessional or crossing any lines because she is SO CLEAR about them she always without a doubt says No officer I'm not doing that. No officer you need to be quiet.

She respects him a lot bc he is so competent and smart and willing to teach her when she fucks shit up and because of that afore-mentioned hopefulness. and even though he's gruff and yells at her about it and he's pissed at her fucking up and rough with her about it, he knows that she can take it, that she likes a challenge and can handle making mistakes, and he never doubts that she can learn better and trusts that she can do it right next time. And also. He knows she doesn’t take it personally. Hes pretty rough with her when she fucks up and no she doesnt like it (and TELLS HIM) but she also knows hes more pissed at the inconvenience of the situation than at her specifically (though he Is still pissed at her specifically, too)

There's a reason she got assigned to jean bc pryce saw that she could really learn from him

They're not good friends tho. Just good coworkers. They don't talk about personal things. He's still misogynist every now and then and bigoted and she's very liberal/communist/socialist and very pro women's rights (compared to jean's nationalistic views and oh we should become a great monarchy again. this was also a point of contention bw him and harry. i think jean'll get over this as well and learn better (he basically just wants power. bc he's got 'im not man enough' complexes)). She probably has lower pay than men. Her political alignment is whatever will be best for her kids and whatever will make their future a one they want to live in

Jean can get a bit insensitive and mansplainy and it drives judit NUTS but she always puts her foot down and puts him in his place. She's extremely clear about her boundaries and Jean who is a guy who has a hard time telling boundaries (maybe? still figuring this out) (also maybe part of why he's a good cop, he crosses the line and knows how to work it) really appreciates that

since she's lower rank than him also they have a very professional, emotionally cold way of communicating

also this thought: jean mansplaining and telling judit really in-depth about horse racing or whatever the hell and judit's just like 'yeah uhuh sure. great. cool' and jean's like 'you don't actually give a shit do you' and she says 'if you don't mind my opinion, sir, i really don't give a shit.' and he's like 'then why do you let me talk?' and she says 'honestly, officer, i don't think a lot of people let you talk.'

so y eah. that's my longass explanation and thoughts. thanks for reading!

EDIT: I FORGOT ABOUT CANON EVENTS AND HOW THEY BOTH DON'T DO FUCKALL but you know. it's bc jean is an ass and pissed at harry and judit can't actually do anything because hello she's way lower rank

edit 2: what if jean... doesn't get better... hmmm things to think about for sure. i do think there has to be some kinda' hope for the future and that harry's post-memory-forgetting influence rearranges shit. bc i think theres something to be said about harry loving the world so much that he stops the nuke from happening. and that he loves the people he's close with / bonded with and loves his community and that through that and through his helping those around him, he pushes back despair. so im kinda' like yeah. jean getting better is part of it. he's still gonna be depressed and grumpy and suck but maybe he stops being so hopeless. things to think about...

text transcript under cut as usual

Jean on the left: Fucking hate this fucking weather makes me fucking late. Judit on the left: I'm in no position to say, sir, but I don't think it's the weather. Jean in the bottom middle: It's gloomy it's fucking muddy it's wet there's traffic.

Jean on the top middle on horse: -> mansplaining horse-racing -> smiling bc of it Judit on the top middle on horse: -> 1 second away from getting him to SHUT THE HELL UP LIEUTENANT.

Judit far right: SIGH.

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Play Me (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 5

Pairing : Chris x OC (name’s Elin)

Synopsis : Player 1 meets Player 2. The score is tight.

Word count : 3.3k

A/N: turns out this is not the last part haha why do i do this to myself?

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Whether or not this was supposed to be date or something else was the least of Elin's concerns. She was just glad she had chosen to wear jeans, because what Chris had in mind definitely require pants. He had brought her to a frozen lake. A bunch of people were there, mostly families, and they tried to make the small children cross the lake without slipping. To be perfectly honest she was quite impressed, because she hadn't given enough credit to Chris. He was capable of being imaginative when needed, and his idea of a date (or not?) wasn't limited to going to the movies and having ice cream or pizza afterward.

“So this is your very special place?”

Elin turned around, looking away from the lake and toward Chris. He was sitting on the edge of the car's trunk, which contained the ice skates he brought and a few blankets.

“Are you gonna tell me why it's so special?” She asked, plopping down next to him and grabbing the skates. “How do you even know my shoe size?” Elin frowned.

“Can't you stop asking so many questions, woman!” Chris complained, his voice laced with amusement. “These were my mom's, I thought they'd fit you.”

“Good call, they do,” Elin said after putting one on. “I- euh, I never ice skated though,” she admitted, cringing slightly.

Frankly that was one of the things she had always wanted to do but there never was a good occasion until now. Her only solace was the lack of witnesses if she made a complete fool of herself. Not that she intended to. The only thing stronger than her fear of failure was Elin's unwavering determination to succeed.

“Really?” Chris asked, his smirk growing, and his tongue slightly peeking out of the corner of his lips. His eyes went up and down Elin's body, as if trying to evaluate her. “Mmh,” he hummed, shrugging, “here I thought we'd have ice skating races.”

Her jaw clenched at that and she stood up, the ice skates' blade digging in the snow as she placed herself right in front of him.

“Give me one hour and I'll hand your ass to you,” she challenged him, leaning down a little bit to be at eye level since he was still sitting. Elin was aware of Chris using reversed psychology on her, but the part of her brain that acknowledge it and was genuinely impressed was put to silence by her competitive spirit.

Seemingly unimpressed and accepting the challenge Chris stood up without any warning, his chest brushing against hers as he did so. He was taller than her from a few centimeters and he was delighted to see the surprise and fluster on Elin's face when he smirked down at her. He was so close she didn't even notice when he raised a hand, palm up, waiting for her to take it and follow him toward the frozen surface.

“You coming or what?” He dared her, obviously enjoying seeing her out of her comfort zone.

Now she had a little idea of what he was going through ever since she stormed into his life. She glared at him and although her heart beat a thousand beats a minute and her breathing was a little uneven, she put herself together and gently took his hand. It as a lot warmer than what she expected, and since none of them wore gloves, she could feel his skin under her fingertips. His fingers curled around her hand and he began walking carefully toward the lake, making sure she wasn't tripping in the snow with her skates.

“Do you want a hand?” He asked, amused when he saw Elin glare at the lake, as if warning it not to mess with her.

“No, no I'm good. I can do this,” she said, silently cursing her pride for both potentially being the soon-to-be cause of her face planting, and for depriving her of the opportunity to touch him again. This boy sure knew what buttons to push, both figuratively and literally.

“I'm getting old!” He snickered from a few meters away, already skating smoothing on the ice, hands in his pockets to shield them from the cold.

“Shut up, Chris!” Elin gave him the bird and he laughed at her. “I'm there, I'm there...” she said as she stepped onto the ice.

“You have to move now, or you won't be able to catch up with me!” He said, provoking her by incessantly tracing loops in front of her. “C'mon, it's just like roller skating! You've got to have tried roller skating in your life!”

“Yes, yes, I have,” she answered. “I just have to get the hang of it.”

“Do you plan on doing that today?” He kept on teasing her, his smile reaching his ears as he skated past her, backwards.

“Show off!” Elin rolled her eyes at him. “Aren't you supposed to be nice with me?”

“Who said such a thing?” He asked as she moved forward a couple meters.

She was focused on her feet and tried to remember the movement, getting a feel of the ice and exactly how slippery it was.

“I vaguely recall you telling me about a Chris 2.0 who deserved a second chance,” she replied, a small but victorious smile tugging at her lips when she realized she was skating and she did not fall so far. It did feel a lot like roller skating.

“I'm positive I never said he was nice, he's just less of an ass,” he corrected her, this time making circles around her.

“You're making me dizzy!” She told him when he finished the fifth circle.

“Tell me something I don't know!” Chris laughed, shooting her a confident smile and skating past her so close she could smell the faint odor of his perfume in his wake, and suddenly, her ears felt really cold. “I knew you weren't immune to my devastating smile!”

“You-” Elin started but bit her tongue. “Give it back,” she demanded, opening her palm in front of her. Chris pretended not to know what she was talking about and put her beanie on his own head.

“You want it back?”

“Yes, I want it back!” She tried to sound upset, but really there was no use, she was grinning so wide her face threatened to split in two.

“Then come get it,” he said, triumphantly. “I won't move, I promise,” he said, and true to his word he didn't move a muscle until Elin reached his spot, slowly but without falling – which as a small but significant victory. “And here you are,” he said, reaching out to give her something to hold onto and not slip away. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders for support.

“Gotcha,” he said, biting his lower lip.

Elin, in order to get back her beanie, ran a hand through Chris' hair, effectively recovering her prized possession, and disheveling him in the process. She wanted to groan at how soft it felt. He truly had everything going for him, and the girl hadn't decided yet if she hated it or if it was his favorite thing about him.

“You're staring,” he whispered, causing Elin to come back to reality.

He expected her to blush but instead she raised her chin and proudly said, “so what? Don't tell me you're opposed to it! A couple weeks ago you were the one constantly eyeing me up and down!”

Chris looked like he was caught red-handed with his hand in the cookie jar and he even had the decency to seemed embarrassed.

“It was not meant to be discrete, but when you put it like that... what betrayed me?” He inquired.

“You stared so hard I could literally feel it,” Elin teased, once again running her fingers in his hair, although the beanie was forgotten. “And the girls told me.”

Neither of them could tell whose smile was screaming victory the most, but Elin's warm brown eyes couldn't detach from his mischievous ones and her hands were as good as glued to his head, one at the back of his head, the other on his neck, and god she wanted to kiss those smirking lips, if only to wipe this smile off his face, but she was not going to give in first. Not until she was sure he wasn't screwing her up and over.

“If this is all a fucking game to you, I swear I will beat you so hard your own mother won't recognize you and then I'll set your car on fire,” she warned him, sounding terribly serious.

“How will you go home if you set my car on fire?” Chris frowned.

“I'll drive home first, and then I'll set it on fire, there,” she said, earning yet another smirk. Exactly how many times a day did he smirk? There must be some broken record he wasn't even aware of.

“I'm not playing.” Chris shrugged. “Are you?” He didn't wait for an answer, because he knew it already. “I'm two seconds away from kissing you, if you don't want me to, you better run away now coz after this you won't be able to get rid of me.”

“Huh!” She huffed, taking him back. “If you're asking permission, know that you won't get it. Where's the thrill if you don't risk being rejected?”

“I know you won't push me away,” he said, giving Elin his aware winning smile. Though all of his smiles seemed to fit into this category. “If you do, I'll have to lie to my diary, and you wouldn't want to have this on your conscience.”

Not saying anything, Elin's grin widened, along with Chris' when he saw her joyful expression. He took it for an invitation and slowly leaned in, until their breaths mingled. Elin felt the warmth of Chris' breath against her cheek, the tip of his nose brush against her. She knew his lips weren't far from hers anymore and if she moved so much as from one centimeter forward, they would meet. She held her breath and closed her eyes because of how close he was. Chris squeezed her waist and she stroked the back of his neck, and it was starting to become impossible to make it last any longer when suddenly Elin pulled back, to Chris' utmost frustration. His eyes snapped open at the sound of her laughter and he felt her slip from his grasp.

“I changed my mind,” she announced, all sweet smiles and batting lashes. “I'm sure your diary will understand though.”

“What the hell?” Chris whined. “Don't give a man such false hopes, you tease,” he said playfully, already skating after her.

“I couldn't help it, you were making it so easy!” Elin deliberately provoked him, going as far as to wink and then turn around and make her way toward the center of the lake. “You said you wanted to have a race? Well it starts now!”

“You're like ten meters ahead of me, you cheater!” He exclaimed, though he caught up with her pretty fast.

“You little-” she began to swear when Chris whooshed past her, causing her to wobble on her skates.

Suddenly, what was bound to happen happened: someone slipped and fell, and to both their surprises, it was Chris. Elin almost joined him on the ground because of the fit of laughter than shook her, but she calmed down quickly, and swiftly made her way to Chris.

“Not so cocky anymore, huh?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and made fun of him, but she still reached out for his hand to help him get back on his feet.

It was already too late when Elin spotted the devilish smirk on Chris' face, he was already pulling her down by the arm, effectively making her land right on top of him. He gasped from the shock but smiled in victory.

“I'm sorry what were you saying?” He asked her.

Elin sat up and looked at him, imagining a hundred different ways to make him swallow his pride and possibly his scarf too. Then she realized she was sitting on him, one leg each side of his hips, and it got it bit tense. Not the embarrassed kind of tension, the other kind.

His hands were no sooner on her thighs and now that they were cold, Chris relished in the feeling of warmth provided by her body. Elin's own hands were burning from the cold since they were flat against the ice, each side of Chris' face.

“We should get up, we'll get sick,” Chris said when he saw her bare hands turn blue.

“Yeah,” Elin agreed.

Getting up was a little more challenging than expected, but she did it nonetheless and then once again offered Chris her hand – did she really not learn her lesson or did she just enjoy their position?

“C'mon, up you go,” she gestured him to hurry. “You're so hot you'll make the ice melt.”

Chris couldn't trust his ears and honestly, neither could she. Had she just fallen so low as to make a lame pickup line? Directed at Chris? Spending time with him had a debilitating effect on her brain.

“You really think I'm hot?” He asked as soon as he was standing on his two feet.

He was trying to meet her eyes but Elin desperately looked everywhere but at him, out of sheer embarrassment and definitely not because she would start blushing like a tomato if she actually looked at him. He ended up giving up and simply wrapped his arm around her shoulders, slowly leading her back toward the car. It was a simple yet affectionate gesture that was both friendly and intimate, and man did she love it.

“That's a relief you know, I was beginning to question my good looks, no one's ever left me hanging like that when I was about to kiss them,” he further poked Elin's buttons.

“Still going on about that kiss?” She said, pouting.

“Well, what else should I be thinking about? The color of the sky? My homework for tomorrow? Friday's part- uhmph!” He bent in two when Elin elbowed him.

“That was low, Chris even for you!” She glared him daggers, but he seemed to be in real pain, though she was certain she didn't elbow him that hard. “Shit! Your wound, I forgot!”

Now she was the one who deserved a good smack on the back of the head. Luckily they had almost reached the edge of the lake and she made Chris sit down in the snowy grass. He was still clutching at his side, lips brought together in a thin line as if to stifle a groan.

“I'm so sorry Chris, are you gonna be okay?” Elin worriedly sat net to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I'm fine,” he breathed out, unconvincingly, but still, he tried to smile and put on a brave facade. “Peachy,” he added.

“I'm such an idiot,” Elin said before apologizing again, even offering to check his bandage to see if it was bleeding or anything.

“If you want to see me naked, you know you just have to ask, right?” He laughed after assuring her he would live and apologizing for bringing up the party. “Or you could just kiss the pain away to make it up to me?” He suggested, faintly leaning toward her.

“Shove off Chris!” Elin swatted his hands away from her and he chuckled at that. “How many more times are you going to bribe me into kissing you?”

“How many more times are you going to say no?” He replied, thus answering her question. He would never give up. “Come with me, I've got something that'll warm us up.”

“I swear Chris, if you're solution to warm up is to have sex-”

“You said it not me!” He raised both his hands in surrender and opened his car trunk when they arrived at the car. “Hop on!” He said, patting the inside of the trunk. “I've got tea and coffee, because I didn't know which one you preferred,” he said, grabbing two thermos.

“What do you think?” Elin asked, sitting Indian style with her back against the side of the car.

Chris seemed to seriously think about it, all the while looking at her and biting his lip, unaware – or more likely extremely aware – of the obscenity of the gesture. Elin highly doubted that he did anything randomly.

“You look like a coffee girl to me. Not a soy-milk-cinnamon and whipped cream coffee kinda girl, but a black coffee with extra sugar girl,” he decided after a minute of thinking.

“What makes you so sure?”

He was right. The bastard was right.

“Because you too like to look tough even though you're actually sweet,” he said.

“So smooth,” she chuckled and took the cup he offered her, immediately cradling it between her frozen hands. Elin was stunned to see him switch thermos before pouring himself a cut of hot beverage. “You prefer tea?” She asked in disbelief. “That's so posh!”

“Yeah well, I can't really help it, my father's British,” he explained, shrugging before sitting down too, his legs hanging from the trunk. In a quick movement, he lifted up Elin's legs and placed them over his lap. He leaned on them, and if Elin hadn't been freezing, she would have reprimanded him – at least, that's what she told herself. However it did little to nothing to help stop the goosebumps to rise on her skin.

“Do you speak English?” She asked in perfect English.

Since they both studied English at school, he should be able to understand her, but speaking and speaking were two very different things when it came to foreign languages.

“I sure do,” he replied, smiling bright. “And a little bit of French, but my accent's too terrible, I'm not going to say anything unless my life's hanging on the line,” he joked.

“What? You can't just tell me you speak French and then not prove it, you have to say something now,” Elin objected. He was so cold, and he was warm, and if she listened to herself, she wouldn't have just her legs on him.

“That's exactly what I'm doing, I'm not saying anything,” he laughed, not meeting her pleading eyes. It wasn't very fair but Elin was using her puppy eyes on him anyway.

“Okay, fine! Whatever!” Elin exclaimed after a while, when it was obvious Chris wasn't going to speak French for her.

She pretended to be mad, but Chris, that bastard, wasn't playing fair either, and he trailed his fingers up and down her legs and grinned at her until she couldn't not look at him anymore. It as torture, she could feel his hand delicately wrapping around her ankle and then slip up her calk, tracing waves and loops and by the time he reached her knee she wasn't holding back her breath, in anticipation of his hand sneaking on her thigh and-

“Look, it's snowing!” He pointed out.

If he hadn't spoken just now, Elin would have given in and jumped on his lap before kissing him breathless. But it didn't happen. Instead, she felt up lift up her legs and then he stood up, and before she could ask what on earth he was doing, Elin received a snowball right in the chest.

A/N: You know how it works: if I get feedback, you get the next part