#//Dedicatedly learns how to play each and every one

[dutybcrne]

       ・⊱ “I would pay good money to get one of those pianos from Fontaine into the Angel’s Share...imagine how easily I could gather information if I could drape myself across one while chatting someone up-”

#open rp; kaeya alberich #//Immediately finds exactly which songs would annoy Diluc most #//Dedicatedly learns how to play each and every one #ic #//But also wonders how much better his game would be if he showed off said skills too #//How many other people he can draw the attention of; even outside charming and disarming potential sources of intel #//Maybe he and that little bard could put on quite the show together

[ziracona]

hi can we pls have some uhhhh 🅱️uentin Smith headcanons, and some killers hcs if you want! I also lowkey hc Jake and Claudette to both be some degree of autistic, I imprint like a baby bird on my fav characters so I hc both Jake AND Quentin to be trans, and Quentin and Meg are ADHD infodump pals. Literally sitting around the cabin taking turns talking about something they love while the other is sitting there... no thoughts... head empty... they r supporting each other

Nice! And Claudette is canonically autistic according to her archives description as far as I can tell, and I’m so glad! You should check out @askthedreamwalker if you’re interested in Quentin art bc their Quentin is trans and they have really nice art! Also u right as hell about Quentin and Meg. He gets v excited and Meg and he can special-interest back and forth for hours One person is pitcher, pouring information into empty pitcher2, then the other takes a turn and pours back into first pitcher. Info dump support friends. Heaven.

And hells yeah, I love son boy! Idk if you mean ILM headcanons or general, so I’m just gonna go with gen. 

Quentin’s got a big sense of justice. Not okay with people getting away with terrible shit, which makes the realms extra unbearable (somewhere in the distance Yui and Tapp are like ‘cheers mate’). Holds people very accountable. Boy is very fair and got upstanding character. Expects people to operate with like bare minimum decency and ain’t about to let that shit go if someone wants to be a bastard. Last person ever to let a killer get a pass for going around murdering people in-realm and would hold them extremely accountable and be v willing to kill one in a fight and view them with disgust and righteous anger, but also be one of the first people willing to forgive a killer if they genuinely reformed, or got thrown to the survivor side by the Entity and actually chose to shape up and proved they meant it. He has a huge sense of justice and righteous anger, but also believes in forgiveness and second chances. (Within reason. If any of the particularly bastard killers like GF or Nightmare or Clown showed up with a completely ooc change of heart they will never have anyway, Quentin would be like “…listen. …There are some things only God can forgive…U gotta take this one to him…and away from me. Forever…”. Boy got those high-quality standards 👌

Used to be kinda high-strung, but then his life was a living hell for so long that he ran out of energy entirely and now he has no choice but to be mostly chill. If he gets a burst of energy, the old excitement power switch flips back on and he is both way more talkative and active, and happier. Unfortunately he is usually so worn out he’s about to drop.

Got a bit of a martyr complex. The fact that literally locking himself in hell with his worst nightmare worked does not help. Feels massive guilt over the fact that the Nightmare is in the realm bc of him, but is still kind of glad bc it means he’s not out there murdering his family. Hates that he feels that way because he thinks it’s kind of wrong. Views being stuck in the realm as sort of penance for having brought Krueger unintentionally. Afraid to tell other people it’s his fault because he’s scared they would never talk to him again, and the idea of losing his friends and complete isolation here is unbearable. Feels guilt over that choice, because he feels like he’s in a way lying to them, and that if they would hate him if they knew the truth, they have a right to. Boy loves his friends hard, but does not trust them to forgive him, or to trust in him, so he’s not always completely honest about not just that but anything he’s struggling with. Very sad dumbass. Suffers alone because he’s afraid to ask for help, and/or does not think he deserves it.

Really loves the other survivors and would do anything he could to protect them. Dies in the majority of his trials because he battles endlessly trying to keep the others from being the ones who die. In a way, he’s trying to make things up to them, but he would absolutely do the same just because he loves them, and did for a long time before he ever figured out Krueger and him being taken was his fault (not that I personally think that’s a fair way for the boy to view it). Optimistic externally, struggling internally. Absolutely refuses, ever, to give up, but is always right on the threshold of having a breakdown. Pushes the others to find a way to escape and tries to give them hope. Takes a lot of shit. Will not fight back much if teased just be like -__- and moves on. Doesn’t let people boss him around though, and will always do what he thinks personally is the right thing. Extremely forgiving. (Except to himself.)  Snark boy if opportunity presents itself. Can I offer you a shot of adrenaline in this trying time boy? the rest of the time.

Gives people the benefit of the doubt. Not a hoe. Would commit to a s/o very dedicatedly. Also not the kind of asshole who would cut down on time w friends when in a relationship. Boy’s love is not a zero sum game. Would die or kill for Laurie. Loves Claudette and learning botany tips from her. Thinks she is pretty and admires her kindness and skill and refusal to let the world change who she is, and wishes he was more like her. Has not told her that. Is a lot more like her in that regard than he thinks he is. Pretty damn good in a fight bc he always gets back up. Determinator. Still in love with Nancy and loyal af. Misses her a lot. Does not open up about himself as much as people think he does. Misses his dad and Nancy and his dead friends a lot, especially Jesse. Doesn’t actually talk about his problems much. Just suffers in silence because he doesn’t think he can ask for help.

Takes his faith seriously. Prays a lot, and struggles with feeling completely abandoned by God, but won’t give up on that either. Tries hard to believe he cares and things will change. Dedicated to trying to make sure that regardless of what his friends believe in, they are okay. Very sad and alone but tries to not think about that. Tries to help friends stay hopeful. Is both baby and badass sass boy in one package. Fight hard, love hard, someday will get to sleep for a whole year. 

If you are nice to him once, will assume that means you are friends now. Genuinely cares deeply for every single survivor at the campfire. Wants to protect people. Constantly suffering bc that’s impossible here. Really just wants everyone to be okay someday, including himself, and simultaneously kind of feels like he no longer deserves to be okay in the end at all. Tries not to think about that. Massive guilt issues. Bottles it up. Loyal as hell. Would die for his friends so much it actively worries them and they’re like “Quentin…please. Quentin-stop—stop. You’ll die again. I swear to god Quentin! I can die this time! Quentin!!! Come back here right now!” But he never comes back. Big sibling energy. Regularly people be like “Damn u could make a pretty fine lil brother out of this” and then they do. He loves so hard. Please be nice to him. He’s always trying so hard and never thinks it’s enough. He works so hard.

Triggers include being grabbed by his hair and jerked around, losing his necklace, the cave, and the Nightmare within 15 feet of someone he loves, so homeboy has just, a lot of bad days. Is playing a fun game called ‘I will absorb trauma forever and not get help for it and then one day it will kill me’. Needs to learn to depend on his friends.

Good sense of humor, enjoys reading and music. Will talk way too much about things he likes and not notice he’s done it and then feel bad. Dumbass sweetheart, will think he’s doing a great job flirting and be proud of himself when he did not, in fact, do a suave job, but it’s cute. Tries hard. All the time. At everything. God he tries.

I would do killer hcs too but this already so long and I cut like half of what I initially wrote rip. I have too many thoughts. Head full. : ( Here’s just a few little ones:

Myers does not like working for the Entity. It tried to pull a fast one and be like, “Yes tis I, another voice in your head,” and Michael was like “Bitch it’s my head. I don’t know you!” and that did not work. While Michael very much would love to kill Laurie and get inner peace, working for the entity provides 0% daily Michael needs, and he hates it. Sometimes he just does what the fuck he wants and gets in trouble (homeslice is the only killer who can kill survivors with no mori and no perk for it. Michael cannot be controlled). Does not like being here at all. He doesn’t cause the Entity a lot of trouble like Krueger does, so it doesn’t consider him a problem killer, but they do not have a ‘Ah yes my favorite killer’ kind of thing going. Michael hates the spider-monster. He is so tired of everything at this point. Boy is suffering. Would fight the Entity if he knew how. Has been hurt by it before, and does not like that, because it takes longer to heal than he is used to.

Myers has a few times had his home area be close enough to the campfire that he could see it in the distance, and he watches them when that happens. For hours. He is lonely, but does not realize that, and probably never will. He does stand there and watch them, being sad and not realizing he’s sad at all. It’s the closest he ever gets to human interaction aside from killing people in trials.

The Entity hurts Max sometimes, not because he has done anything wrong, but because injuring him without providing even a way to prevent it keeps him peak feral and afraid, just like it wants. No time to recover or learn or grow. Just anger and pain and fear.

The Entity promises Rin a lot of things. Not because it has to, but because it enjoys the taste of her suffering. One of her addons is paper cranes, one of 1000 to make a wish, as the description says. I’ve always interpreted that to mean it likes to screw with her and offer her things like that she can do between trials, in the moments of lucidity she occasionally has when completely alone. ‘Make 1000, get your wish,’ but every time she hits 999, it blows the ones she’s made away, and she has to start over. Unclimbable hill. Just to watch her struggle. That kind of thing. Intentionally tends to send survivors her way it knows she would dislike killing the most, just to watch her have to do it against her will and bask in the horror of what she cannot make herself not do.

#dead by daylight #ask #speckeltail #dbd #quentin smith #michael myers #rin yamaoka

[percywinchester27]

About a boy (Part-4)

Word count: 2.2K

Warning: Suspense, feels, mention of physical abuse and bullying

Characters: Dean, Cas, Gabriel, Benny, Michael, OCs and… Sam?

Summary: Dean Winchester has a secret. A secret that could really land him in trouble. He never expected to connect with anyone when he walked into the ‘Blue Stone Orphanage for Boys,’ but even then, the walls he has put up are slowly coming down. Now, a series of strange events are threatening to expose him. When everything starts falling apart around him, will he still be able to save the one person that matters the most?

A/N: I have to thank each and everyone of you who’ve taken the time out to read this series, and comment. It truly means the world to me :’)

All my love to @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​ and @deanssweetheart23​ for beta reading this story. You are awesome <3

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"How many Sams can there be?" Dean complained as they walked back from school. "I mean seriously?"

Cas smiled sympathetically. "It's not about how many. It's about the shuffling crowd. Stynes- the family that owns the place - are apparently very influential. They have all sorts of crazy contacts and kids just get adopted all the time."

"Really?" Dean tried to keep a poker face. It wouldn't bode well to let Cas see through him about what he really thought of the Stynes.

"Yeah." Cas said, blissfully ignorant of Dean's tone which was grudgingly challenging. "I mean, it's not like you and me stand a chance, but the little kids are taken up all the time."

"Sam's not a little kid."

"True, but the kids still get shuffled a lot. Foster homes, other orphanages. You could see one face today, and then never see it again." Cas narrowed his eyes.

"You sound weirded out by that," Dean noted.

Cas looked at him, brow furrowed. "But it is weird, isn't it? My earlier orphanage was so sleepy. Barely anything happened there. Then there's this place which is so secretive, doesn't let the kids interact across all age groups. I've been here for 7 years, Dean, and I just never get to know everyone."

Dean stayed quiet. This conversation was dangerously inching towards the subject of how and why Dean had ended up at the orphanage in the first place. And Cas was smart.

"Shit." Cas stopped, eyes wide and panicked. "What if… what if Sam was here and they moved him away? Damn it, Dean. What the hell will we do?"

Dean pursed his lips, trying not to smile. Cas's worry and fear was heartwarming. It was still a task to be careful about what he says because his friends kindness tempted Dean sorely. "My sources were pretty solid. He's here. He was here when I came in. Besides, he's 12. Kids that old don't just get adopted."

Dean could feel Cas looking at him curiously as they started walking again. He was tempted to tell Cas the truth, all of it, but he held back. For now, it was only his burden to carry. He didn't want to put Cas in trouble, or worse, endanger his life. He had avoided all of Cas's questions about where he had come from so far, but dodging the queries had proven to be harder and harder day after day. Then there was the guilt. Cas was going out of his way to help him, and Dean had been as secretive as possible. At least he could draw solace from the fact that it was for Cas's own good.

"What about you?" Dean asked, changing the topic. "You've been here so long. You didn't get tossed around?"

Again, Cas looked uncomfortable. "All of us, from the old orphanage, we've just stayed together."

He didn't say it, but Dean understood. It was Michael. Cas and everyone from the 'Angel names orphanage' as he called it in his head, was somehow protected. He didn't know what Michael's deal was, but he was up to something… something that, by default, provided a protection to everyone under his umbrella, including Cas.

All those angel named kids were settled now. They had a reassurance that they were sticking around till the end. Which explained the pride, bullying and the strut like they owned the place. But not Cas. The privilege embarrassed him.  The idea that he was singled out and treated preferentially was both unpleasant and distressing at some level to him. It made him uneasy.

It made Dean like him more.

They walked in companionable silence for the rest of the way home.

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It had been 3 weeks. Dean was frustrated.

How much more searching could he do? Every minute was spent plotting the next move, trying to squeeze in time to slip into the record room. It took so much of his own patience, that Dean wondered when Cas would snap and cut himself loose from the hunt. After all, Sam meant nothing to him.

Even so, Cas's commitment never faltered. He went about searching the records as dedicatedly as possible. Every day.

They had found six Sams in the records so far. Three of them had already turned 18 and left the boys home. One had been transferred and two more were too young. By nightfall, Dean wanted to fling something at the figurative heaven. He all but yelled at Cas to stop praying in the evening. There was no God up there.

Dean was also tired of counting all the brown haired kids. There were way too many. More than half easily. He soon realised it was about as pointless as finding a needle in a haystack.

After lights out, he slipped out of his room once more. Cas and Gabriel were both out like a light, but Benny, who was reading something in torchlight, gave Dean a look as he passed. Dean had a suspicion that Benny knew where he and Cas sneaked off to in the evenings, but he hadn't said a word about it, neither had he given the impression that it so much as even mattered to him. Dean had learned to ignore Benny. Cas was always absolutely pleasant to him, but Benny never spoke more than a word or two. Even Gabe, who went around chilling with almost everyone, maintained a decent stance with Benny. Not like he was scared, but like he respected him.

Dean just couldn't bring himself to feel anything. And tonight, when he walked out, with Benny's eyes following him, he wondered if one day he was going to land in trouble thanks to Benny's lack of response.

He found himself back at the steps, back to grill, eyes closed in the light breeze flowing through the corridor.

"Back again, I see."

Dean did not jump this time, but his lips pulled up in a half smirk.

"So are you."

There was a soft chuckle from the other side.

"How was the Oly… uh… the thing that you had." Dean scratched his head. "Oh yeah… the Olympiad."

"Okay, I guess," the voice said. The kid sounded pleasant. "I mean, I don't think I'm failing or anything." Then he added in a small voice. "I just don't want to think about the result."

Dean snorted quietly. Normal problems.

Then it hit him.

"You're what? 11? 12? Why're you participating in Olympiads?"

"Seemed like a good exercise for the brain." It was no big deal to him from the way he said it.

Smart and pleasant. That was a rare combination for a kid in an orphanage.

"How long you've been here?" Dean asked.

"About half a year, I guess? Ain't the worst place I've been in."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Even with all the detention camp treatment? What with the lock-down and no interaction."

The kid laughed, only slightly bitter. "Well, you haven't been in too many orphanages then."

It was true. What did Dean know about that?

"Have you been to too many?"

The boy sighed. "About five, I think. That's not counting the abusive Children's home." He said it as a matter of fact.

"They hurt you?" Dean's heart seemed to be squeezed.

"Ehhh… mostly I ended up hurting myself."

"How?"

A dry scoff. "Can't deal with people who throw weight around like that. If I saw someone getting hit, I'd go stand up to abusive idiots."

"I'm sorry that happened to you," Dean murmured sincerely. It was unfair.

To his surprise, the boy laughed. "Don't be. It's how I learned to fight. I can throw a mean punch."

Dean couldn't help the appreciation he felt.

"What's your name, kid?"

The voice went silent.

Dean waited for a couple of minutes, but no reply came.

"Hey?" He tried again.

"It's against the rules to be out, ya know?"

"You think I'm gonna rat you out?" Dean asked, incredulous. "Look around, kid, I'm breaking the rules, too, here."

At long last the voice sighed. "It's Will. Short for William."

There was some solace in getting to know the kids name after all. At least he had gotten one answer today, as opposed to all the ones he had been searching for.

"I'm Dean. Dean Winchester."

"You have a last name," Will noted.

That clearly meant Will didn't have one. He had been in orphanages since he was too young to have known his real name. Sure he might have a made up last name in the papers, but it was just that, a formality.

Dean couldn't stop himself from asking the question. "Why are you up tonight? Another test?"

Another scoff. "Not really."

"Care to elaborate?"

Another silence.

"Well, aren't you being one secretive bitch today?" Dean grumbled. Will intrigued him, and that annoyed him.

"You're the one to talk, jerk," Will shot back. "Especially after how mysterious you played last time."

It was true. Kid had a point. He had, in fact, disappeared on the boy the last time.

A heavy exhale sounded from the other side. "It's just, I can't stop thinking about what lies beyond these walls. One of the boys I knew was transferred today and I don't know where he's gone. Sometimes I wonder if… if I even have a future."

"What?"

"I know!" Will said, talking fast now. "Most kids just end up on the police roll call, the only place their picture ends up is in mug shots. It's what Andy says."

"Andy's an idiot!" Dean stated.

Will laughed. "Maybe."

More silence - comforting and companionable. 

Out of the blue the idea came to Dean. "Hey, there's something you can help me with?"

"Oh-kay?" Will sounded wary.

"How old are you?"

"I don't see how that helps you with anything, but I'm 11," he replied.

"That's fantastic!" How had he not thought of this before? "Do you know anyone by the name Sam on your floor?"

"Sam?" There was the usual curiosity in his voice.

"Yeah!" Dean had to keep his voice from getting the better of him. "Sam or Samuel or anyone like that?"

There was no reply, just a loud thrumming. As if the boy was tapping his fingers against his lap or the other hand. "There's one kid called Sammy, I think."

Dean's throat constricted, his heart doubled its beat. Could he be? Could it really be?

"No wait… his name is Sandy," Will corrected. "Don't think I know a Sam… but I can't say for sure that I know everyone."

Dean seemed to deflate. He wanted to punch something… someone... for both- the hope and hopelessness. One of it was going to kill him, he was sure.

"What do you want with this Sam, anyway?" Will asked and Dean wanted to slap his head.

"Fine, don't tell me! But don't go back to being the mysterious shadow," Will added quickly, making Dean smile.

"Let's just say it's a personal research project for me. It's my way out of this place… to my future," Dean said. He didn’t know what Will made out of it, but the kid remained quiet for a while.

“There’s twenty new kids on the floor. Came in about a month ago,” Will said, slowly. “I’ll ask around and let you know.”

Dean wanted to ask why. Why was this kid helping him? He had expected the question from Will- that ‘what was in it from him?’ But no such conditions came. Will offered his help freely… willingly. Just like Cas had. Maybe Dean needed to trust people more, see the good in them often, because there was all the good there, that which he couldn’t have possibly hoped for.

“Thanks, man,” he said quietly.

“No problem,” Will chimed. “I’ll keep this hushed.”

Perhaps he understood what hope of a future meant. 

Dean realised that the more he got to know the people here, the more they surprised him with their kindness. Cas, Will… and unexpectedly even Gabriel and Benny in their zealousness and quiet had all helped him in their own way. Dean was starting to care. He didn't like it.

Will yawned abruptly. 

“Get some sleep,” Dean suggested. His was evading him.

There was some scuffling as Will got to his feet. “Night, Dean. I hope you find your Sam.” His voice was soft, both grave and reassuring at the same time. It startled Dean, and he wondered if Will truly understood how much finding Sam meant to Dean.

“Night,” he said.

The feet shuffled away and Dean squinted into the darkness, pointlessly trying to discern the passing shape, trying to get one look at the boy who had selflessly, unconditionally agreed to help him.

That night when he closed his eyes, for a second… or, at least, a fraction of it, Dean felt the strangest urge to send a thought up to heaven, or whatever higher power there was. He finally understood why Cas prayed, understood the urge to want something better for other people. Maybe Cas’s God will listen to Dean.

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[ificanwriteiscannon]

Dynasty –Ferdia Walsh-Peelo Imagine

Pictures are not mine, just got them on google and put them together. 

This came to me when wacthing a brazilian soap opera and mathoning Vikings after. Hope it doesnt sucks

ps: english is not my first language so sorry if you find any mistake <3

Warning: talk about reincarnation, past lives and things like that but not too much tho

-x-

It started like a feeling, small butterflies in her stomach. She still remembered the first day she felt it, it was just her first day on set.

“I still can’t believe I’m here Alex” Y\N whispered excitedly to her old friend “That WE are here. It’s what we dreamed, remember?!”

The actor laughed and hugged his friend by his side “Of course I remember Y\N! Who would had thought that we’d be here”

She was the camera assistant and he the actor. It was the begging of their journey and they were at the tv show of the moment.

The scene was to be filmed in the insides of a castle. A scene where Ivar played chess with prince Alfred. The whole situation gave Y\N a sense of familiarity. ‘You’ve been here before. You lived this..’ Something yelled inside her. But still she wasn’t prepared to listen.

It wasn’t until the young actor entered. Her eyes searched for him, but when she localized him she felt disappointed. ‘It is not him’ the same small voice said.

The camera girl played with the book in her hands, the next time it happened.

When she was hired to work at the show something ignited inside her and her curiosity and passion for those old times consumed almost all of her free time. But still, a character seemed to be the point of most interest…

“Lunch break my lady?” Alex. The actor bowed in front of her still in his Ivar clothes. She chuckled. It was amazing how he could go from scary bloody Viking to the small puppy she called friend.

“Sure” Y\N closed her book and left with her belongs getting up from the common area they had for the crew. “So,..” She started while they walked to get their lunch “Have you meet the new addictions to the cast?”

“Why do I always get a feeling you’re waiting for someone?”  Alex raised an eyebrow and the girl rolled her eyes

“Well, you know I’ve always been a sucker for Jonathan Rhys Meyers” She shrugged but he still gave her a suspicious look.

“Why I don’t…” Alex’s voice disappeared from her ears when she found him in the middle of the people. It was a time stopping moment. His gaze was fixed in another actor at his side while the other said something that made him laugh. His laughter died as soon as he found her eyes.. Both trapped in each other, unable to move.

‘Forever and Always, my love’

He broke the trance as he got up, her eyes had gone wild and when he moved to approach, she ran on the opposite direction. Something in him scared her, but still every cell in her body begged that she stayed.

After that encounter she learned that he was the actor that would be playing Alfred, The great. Only her biggest obsession. Alex tried to ask Y\N why she ran without an explanation, but she couldn’t explain. It was just her messed up head, she said.

‘He came back to me’.

A few days passed and Y\N had managed to avoid the actor as far as she could. Still, watching him work proved one of the hardest tasks she had to do. The camera assistant got 3 advertences from her superiors for almost ruining some scenes. His scenes. One of those times, she swore she saw Jennie nudge him and whisper something to Ferdia, and he just blushed. His eyes never left hers.

The next time it happened it came at night at a dream. She had those kind of dreams before but none had felt that real. It was a walk down a garden, or a ride in a horse, but not like this. She could still feel the sweet texture of the white and golden dress between her fingers, her long hair falling in her shoulders and the veil in her head.

“You look beautiful, my love. Not even the brightest star could make you justice” His voice filled her ears while his hands held her against his body. The room was filled with their presence and only the candles illuminated them. His eyes sparkled and the blue pulled and hypnotised her and she felt like falling. But if this was falling, she would do it gladly.

“I love you my king” She half moaned when his lips touched her neck.

“And I you my queen. I shall love until my dying day and beyond..”

Y\N woke up with a gasp and her hand had gone to her chest. Her heart beating at an alarming pace. She didn’t sleep that night.

The next morning she called Rita. An college friend that she remembered talking about reincarnation and stuff like that.. According to her, Y\N was having regressions. Something like reviving something she lived in a past life.

“Well, for all that seems to me Y\N, you and this colleague of yours were married. You should totally talk to him, he is your past life great love. He can be your soulmate! This is totally destiny.. Oh this is so cute, please tell me more!” Y\N rolled her eyes while Rita let out little giggles already planning their spring wedding

“I have to go Rita, thank you for the help, see yaa” Ignoring her old college friend’s protests, she hang up her phone. “Soulmate, my ass” A small knock on the door alarmed her and she jumped in her seat

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” Y\N opened her mouth but her voice kept stuck on her throat “Alex couldn’t make it so he asked me to make you company for lunch. I mean, you d-don’t have to go.. He just said you didn’t like to eat alone and I thought.. I mean,..”

While hearing him stutter Y\N couldn’t help but smile. He was just as nervous around her as she was around him. In that moment she wondered if he also had the strange feelings and dreams she had.

“I would love to have lunch with you Ferdia” She smiled and he accompanied her while extending his hand to help her stand.

Since that lunch the two became incredibly close, to a point where Alex had a best friend\ big brother talk with his colleague. Y\N rolled her eyes at that and repeated the ‘we’re just friends’ excuse that became like a second nature to them. They walked hand in hand, Y\N helped Ferdia with his lines, they messed around in set and Alex even captured a precious moment while they cuddled in one of the sofas in the common area, using the picture as a proof to his point. Jennie declared that her biggest ship was the two of them, making Ferdia’s cheeks rosy while he lowered his gaze. ‘We’re just friends, guys’

“What are we going to watch?” The actor asked coming from his kitchen with a bowl with popcorn in his hands

“Ghost” Y\N replied getting a handful of popcorn

“Oh c’mon Y\N, we need to upgrade our standards here. It’s the third movie night with a cheesy romantic movie”

“Hey!” She punched him in the shoulder and they laughed “I love that movie, ok?”

“I like it too, but you promised a scary movie night” He arched his eyebrow, letting go of the bowl, he tickled her

“OK, OK, OK WE CAN WATCH SOMETHING ELSEE”  Y\N moved trying to escape from his arms. Their laughter died slowly and she found herself under him, trapped. His blue eyes consuming her. “Do you believe in past lives?” Ferdia chuckled sitting back

“From all the things I prepared for to answer you, that was not one of them”

“Sorry, never mind.., let’s just choose another movie ok? How about Nightmare on Elm street?” She tried to get up from the sofa but Ferdia held her wrist

“Can we talk about us?” He seemed unsure, almost as if he was scared to speak

“Us?”

“Look, I know you see me just as a friend, but I..”

“I don’t “ Y\N whispered with her eyes on the ground

“W-what?” The actor closed the small distance between them. He sat closely at her side, his orbs fixed on her, his knees touching hers’.

“I-I don’t see you just as a friend. I never did, I guess.. I just never gave too much thought about it. We do work together after all.. Things could get complicated and..” She could feel her heart beating so fast that hurt her chest. But before she could finish her sentence, Ferdia moved. His hands turned her face to him and caressed her cheeks. Her words died and none came from him either. When the tip of his finger touched her lower lip dedicatedly, she closed her eyes. It felt so familiar. His touch calmed her in a way nothing ever did. She missed this her whole life.

‘You lived this. You loved him. You still love him’

His lips touched hers and what started as an innocent unsure kiss, became heated and passionate. It was like coming home after a long journey.  

“I love you my king” Y\N said when they rested their foreheads against each other after the kiss. Ferdia smiled giving her a small peck on her lips

“And I you my queen”

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[vidyaguru1]

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[your-brother-crutchie]

Different Now

A sequel to Domestic.

I’m sorry that this is so long after that fic, I just do my requests in the order that I get them and I had plenty to fill in between these. I’m not sure if this is what you wanted but, you know?

TW: Mentions of Domestic Abuse

Whilst Snow White played almost quietly in the background, Jack watched Crutchie as though he would never take his eyes off him again. His fingers drifted lazily over Crutchie’s forearm, holding him lightly against his body whilst trying desperately not to hurt him; he just couldn’t risk it. Crutchie had only just been let out of hospital ten days before and Jack didn’t want to be too rough with him.

Although Crutchie was watching the film, it was his favourite, after all, Jack couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way that Crutchie held his hands, clasped together, to his chest. He never used to sit like that.

Medda had told Jack something that made him worry and he couldn’t get it out of his mind. He knew that Crutchie wouldn’t want him worry but he didn’t exactly know what he expected him to do. There was no way that Jack wasn’t worrying about him, he’d have worried about anyone if their boyfriend was an abusive arsehole like Will. Crutchie was very lucky to be pretty much fine, just badly bruised and having to be slightly more mindful of his leg than normal, and all Jack could think of was what else could be wrong.

Since Crutchie had came home from the hospital, Jack had been hyper aware of everything that Crutchie had done. That included how much he was moving around Jack’s apartment, where he was staying, but also every time he shifted when they were sat together and Jack felt his downy hair brushing his cheek.

Jack spoke before thinking, regretting it as soon as the words left his mouth, “Crutchie, can I ask you something?” Crutchie, however, didn’t seem too bothered as he only made a quiet humming noise in response, “ . . . I- uhhh. Do you think you’re different now?” He felt Crutchie stiffen a little as he spoke before thinking, seeing his eyes flash  to the remote sitting on Jack’s arm of the sofa and taking the hint to pause the film. He pulled himself up as Crutchie shuffled to face him.

He rubbed almost nervously at his eye, obviously uncomfortable as Jack watched him dedicatedly, “What?” Crutchie’s voice was quiet, almost distant, as his eyes scattered everywhere but Jack’s face.

“You know Medda’s sister? You met her at that wedding?” When Crutchie nodded, Jack took a deep breath before continuing, “Well, she was in this really bad relationship with this arsehole and Medda always says she’s a lot different now, quieter. She says that I shouldn’t push you because you’re probably different, too.” Jack cringed away as soon as Crutchie began shuffling awkwardly.

Crutchie sighed and positioned himself directly opposite Jack on the sofa, pulling his legs up to his chest, “Oh.”

A turgid silence surrounded the boys for a moment as Jack tried to think of how he could respond to that. Eventually finding something to say, Jack threaded his words together in his head before letting go of them, “Are you? Different?” He was only half-way through what he’d had planned when realised that he’d only managed the most important words.

Thinking for a moment, Crutchie tilted his head to the side, chewing at the inside of his lip. Jack could see that he was thinking, actually considering the question, and that worried Jack, “I don’t think so.” If he’d been fine, he would have known. He shouldn’t have been fine, anyway.

Instead of listening to his own thoughts, Jack just decided to go with Crutchie because it was easier. His grin poked at his dimples immediately as he let all of his relief out in one breath, “Thank god.” Jack instinctively reached to grab Crutchie’s hand, the way that he’d always used to, moving quickly around him for the first time since he’d brought him home. His fingers had barely brushed the back of Crutchie’s hand when it happened.

Crutchie flinched back drastically, a tired yelp throwing itself between them as Crutchie clutched his hand to his chest once again. They were still for a second, Crutchie’s eyes, wide and scared and boring into Jack as if he’d just slapped him, eventually settled as he realised that it was just Jack. Quickly, however, when Crutchie realised what he’d just done, that entire process reversed as his body tensed and he turned to face the paused tv as though he could actually still watch the film.

“Charlie-“

“No, just- just leave it.”

The music wasn’t loud and, yet, Jack could still barely hear himself think. Spot and Race had decided to cram everyone into their apartment for a party and the Twister mat was taking up most of the floor space so those that weren’t playing just had to loiter around the room.

Jack and Crutchie had managed to grab the biggest sofa to themselves, lucky to be seated at all, and were just watching the game. They sat, Crutchie’s back to the arm of the chair and facing Jack, with Jack’s hand lying loosely over his foot.

Beside the bookcase, Davey and Darcy were talking about one of the books that they’d both read recently; at the start of their second year in university, they’d set up a book club together. The only thing was that they often fought about which books they should read because they had very different tastes. Darcy preferred Pride and Prejudice and Jane Austen, whilst Davey preferred 1984 and George Orwell. As expected, their ‘discussion’ was beginning to grow into an argument.

Hawk, Bee, and Mouse had managed to claim the floor space behind the Twister mat, occasionally spinning the disk for the group too busy tangling themselves into a knot in the centre of the room. They were chatting quietly in sign language, occasionally breaking into words when they didn’t know the sign but doing a pretty good job. Jack was impressed. Hawk had only been learning for a few months and the others had picked it up quickly. Spot had explained that it was easier for Hawk to learn sign language than to constantly try to read lips.

Speaking of the terrible host, Spot and Race were far too busy for their guests. They were making out on the armchair beside the window, their kitten, Anya, safely nestled in Race’s lap as Spot leaned over him. It was clear that they were both intoxicated, Spot more so than Race. For a start, Spot was the one with the vodka bottle in his hand and he would never have kissed Race in front of everyone, especially not like that, if he was sober.

Watching from across the kitchen island, Jojo and Sarah laughed every time Laces wobbled and crashed into Albert, almost sending the whole Finch and Red tumbling too yet somehow managing to regain his balance every time. Katherine had been with them but she’d picked up Spot’s camera and was going around filming the night. Most of them were far too drunk to remember anything the next morning and Jack had a feeling that she was on the way there herself. She probably wasn’t trying to embarrass them, just keep some kind of memory of Spot’s birthday.

Crutchie had been trying to get Jack involved in Twister since Albert’s had come running away from the cupboard, holding the box above his head and screaming that it was finally his time to win. Jack was the reigning Twister champion, he took part in every game and he hadn’t lost since Romeo had handed him his title when he went to study in England. However, Jack refused to leave Crutchie’s side. He simply didn’t want to leave him alone, especially when it was quite obvious that Crutchie was quieter than usual. Crutchie didn’t need him but that didn’t mean that Jack wouldn’t go out of his way to make sure that he was okay.

A few weeks after Crutchie had come back from the hospital, Jack had noticed that he was slowly getting back to himself. He was opening up when they hung out with the others again and he hardly jumped when Jack touched him anymore. It wasn’t fine but it was better.

Jack snapped the spaghetti, dropping it into the pan of boiling water as Crutchie carefully pushed the baking tray with the garlic bread on into the oven. They were cooking dinner for Medda, who was coming over soon, so they’d decided to make the first thing that Medda had ever taught Jack how to cook. It was quick and it was simple and Jack still hadn’t learnt how to make much else.

Once they’d settled against the kitchen counters for the minute or two that they could relax before Medda came over, Jack suddenly looked over at Crutchie and had that familiar wave of longing, “Crutchie, can I ask you something?” He’d been pushing it away for so long, wanting to put Crutchie’s feelings before his own.

Sighing, Crutchie pushed himself off the counter so that he could stand up straight and face Jack. He rubbed his thumb over the scrap of blanket he’d tied around the handle of his crutch nervously, trying not to look at Jack, “Jack, I don’t want-“

“It’s not about that, not again. I just- I wanted to ask if you wanted to get coffee or something, sometime?” Jack almost let his words run into each other, nerves getting the better of him as he reached across the small kitchen to take Crutchie’s hand in his own and stroke the back of it. He didn’t want him to be uncomfortable so he wanted to make sure that he was calm.

Surprise practically dripping from his features, Crutchie stared up at him as his mouth fell open slightly. Jack drew his bottom lip between his teeth, ready to be rejected and ready for Crutchie to walk out and stay with Davey down the hall, “Oh! Um. O- Okay.”

What he got instead was much more surprising. For some reason, Jack had never expected Crutchie to agree. He couldn’t hide it anymore so he’d had to let it out but he’d expected Crutchie to hate him for it. With nothing else to say, Jack just pulled his eyes away from Crutchie’s hand, a wide smile painted from ear to ear when he saw Crutchie’s sheepish grin.

After getting coffee, Jack took Crutchie for a walk through Central Park. They clutched their takeout cups tightly as the cold air whistled around them, pushing Crutchie’s hair forward, onto his forehead, and making Jack fall in love with him all over again.

When they reached the fountain, Jack took his Crutchie’s hand and led him over to sit on the ledge, fishing a coin out of his pocket and making eye contact with Crutchie as he kissed it before tossing it into the water, “What was that for?” Crutchie’s tilted expression and confused eyes made Jack smile as he just shrugged gently. He knew what he was wishing for, Crutchie would only call him sappy if he told him.

They sat together quietly for a while, huddled beside each other to keep warm and trying not to move too much in case their knocked the other’s drink. For a while they were peaceful, until all hell broke loose.

Crutchie saw him first. He looked up from where he was blushing at his own feet after Jack had taken his hand carefully in his own. His eyes flared in panic, fear flooding them for only a second before they hardened to ice. Will stood over the pair, a cruel scowl hiding his eyes and the person he’d pretended to be when they’d first met him. He reached for Crutchie, making it look like he was trying to take his hand when, in fact, he was deliberately prising it away from his crutch.

“Hey, hands off!” As soon as Jack had noticed him, he launched forward and shoved Will’s shoulder, pushing him so that he couldn’t touch Crutchie at all. He pulled himself up as tall as possible, still barely reaching Will’s chin though not letting that stop him. Crutchie was nowhere near as tall as him and he’d put up with it for months.

Reaching out to pull Jack away, Crutchie stood and positioned himself directly in front of Will, “Jack, I’ve got this.” Jack’s eyes widened as he saw Crutchie cower for a moment until his body steeled itself. He smiled when he saw that flare of courage, the way Crutchie clenched his jaw and held his hands in closed fists, “Who the fuck do you think you are? How dare you even think about coming anywhere near me? If you ever lay a hand on me again, I will crack my crutch over your fucking skull!”

Will glanced between Jack and Crutchie as he started backing away slightly. He glared at Jack angrily, spitting at his feet after seeing a small crowd watching them and obviously deciding that it wasn’t quite worth it.

Just watching him go, Jack shook his head in disbelief before turning to Crutchie with a proud smile, “Shit, Crutch, you did it!” He let out a wild bark of laughter before grabbing Crutchie and hugging him tightly, happy when he didn’t yelp. He hadn’t really thought about approaching him slowly but he was so proud when Crutchie accepted it and hugged him back.

After pulling away from the hug, Crutchie just watched after Will, offering tight smiles to the people watching them curiously. Jack could tell that he was shaking but there was something else. A new sense of self. A new sense of calmness. Almost as if confronting him had closed some doors left open, “Yeah. I did it.”

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[rebootrevolution]

X-Men Novelization Ch. 59

Chapter Fifty-Nine

It all seemed to be happening so fast. One minute they were all laughing and grumbling around the TV as Bobby hogged the remote. He froze it in a block of ice in his hand so that nobody could remove it, but then Kitty had snatched it right through the ice and suddenly it wasn’t fair to use powers to hog the remote. Hank had just been about to step in and settle the dispute when the TV changed.

He had control of every satellite. Magneto had somehow focused every single one toward broadcasting his ultimatum: every nuclear world power had to disarm itself within 24 hours or he would bring every satellite down. If they did nothing in the 24 hours after that he would reverse the magnetic poles of Earth itself and rip the planet asunder. The Brotherhood would be untouched in their fortress in the sky and any mutant on the ground would be forced to use their powers to survive the wasteland.

And then Scott was barking orders and Charles was telling the kids that all would be well, that he would never let any harm come to them or their families. Kurt and Piotr both wanted to come along, but it was still another month until their shared 18th birthday and Charles would hear none of it. But Hank had no such excuse. He was an adult, a grown man who had to defend the life that he had, and this was the time to defend it.

All of it was a blur. Hank remembered it only distantly as he sat in the co-pilots seat of the Blackbird monitoring the readings and tinkering with the magnetometer he brought along. He tugged at the seams of his costume, so stifling to his overgrown fur. He wished he thought to trim up before going on a mission. He wished he actually trained as dedicatedly as all the students in all the months and years since they had the Danger Room. He wished--

“It’s going to be alright, Hank,” Scott said from the pilot’s seat. His smile was as friendly as it could be with the looming glow of his visor above it. Hank realized that he had been working at the same screw in the magnetometer for far too long.

“I’m just not predisposed toward physical confrontation,” Hank admitted. They were far enough from the others behind them, Logan, Jean, and Ororo, that they could speak in low tones without being heard. “I’m just the science-guy.”

Cyclops scoffed. “You’re a lot more than that. Not predisposed? Hank, you’re the whole reason we ever beat Juggernaut. You think I didn’t hear about that? About you yanking the last bolt of his helmet out with your bare teeth? Come on.”

There were certain advantages to being coated in fur, and chief among them were that nobody can see you blush. “I just wish I’d seen it all from the start,” Hank said. “If I could have known what Erik would become...how many people he would hurt…”

“None of us could have known. We had two of the best psychics on the planet and they didn’t know. The important thing is that we know now, and we’re finally going to stop him.”

Hank looked straightforward and the clouds rushing into the Blackbird. They kept rising higher and higher, knowing that they would be pushing the Blackbird to its limits in order to reach Asteroid M. As they drew closer Hank was able to pull up a radar image of the base and began inspecting it for the best place to attach the Blackbird. Scott could see that the machinery in front of Hank helped distract him.

“Try to get a read on how he holds that place aloft,” Scott said. “If it’s Magneto keeping it aloft I don’t want it tumbling down as soon as we take him out.”

“Hmm,” Hank started, fiddling with the problem, “It’s quite possible that he’s constructed electromagnetic generators which mimic his own abilities. With any luck they should maintain altitude even in the absence of Magneto’s influence.”

“See? That’s why it’s good to have the science guy around.”

Landing was harder than Hank had imagined. Asteroid M was a mishmash of buildings pulled straight from their foundations and massive chunks of rock and dirt that there was no surface flat enough to land on. Ultimately there was no easy solution. Scott’s plan was to keep the jet in autopilot through the duration of the mission and to summon it when we needed it, but without the Blackbird immediately on hand there would be no easy escapes.

“We’re not running away from this one anyways,” Scott said as the Blackbird’s back hatch opened up. It was just a small jump down to the rocky surface of Asteroid M, but Hank hesitated until he was the last to join.

“Come on, Hank!” Jean yelled up at him. A memory flashed through Hank’s mind of her as a young teenage girl, all knobbly-knees and awkward mumbling. Now she smiled up at him confidently, and as he jumped down to join the squad she lead the way toward an entrance.

They managed to find a line of escape pods attached to one side of the base. Wolverine managed to slash his way into one, but just before he slashed them through the other side into the base Jean stopped him, grasping at her temple. “There are two minds walking by. They’ll pass soon.”

“We need to play this quiet,” Cyclops said. “We’re outnumbered and outgunned. Surprise is one of the few advantages we have.”

When Jean gave the all clear Wolverine cut an opening into the base as neatly as they could. The X-Men piled around the open hangar and Beast suddenly felt exposed. He sniffed at the air and found that the closest Brotherhood members were down a stretch of hallway and in a kitchen area. Charles’ voice came alive in all of their heads, linking each of the X-Men up to eachother, and Beast relayed what he smelled to the others.

“We’ll start by incapacitating them then,” Cyclops said telepathically. “Then I want you to use that magnetometer to take us to the big bad himself, Hank.”

Hank nodded, taking up the rear as the others started down the hallway toward the two scents.  He found himself down on his knuckles, walking on all fours like a gorilla. If there were not so much adrenaline heightening his neural synapses it may have disturbed him, but in the moment he took whatever small comforts he could get. He felt more agile on all fours, faster, as if he could spring away at a moment’s notice if he needed.

The first two Brotherhood members that they came across were the one called Blob and a young woman with tanned skin. They were sitting in a commons area drinking beers and laughing when they noticed the X-Men’s appearance.

“Hey! How’d you get in here!” Blob yelled. He stood up from his seat, looking around his shoulders as if for backup, and said “Come on, Eunice! We gotta stop these guys!” before stampeding toward the X-Men.

A moment later he was clutching his throat, down on the floor, his face growing increasingly red before he lost consciousness. Jean held her hand outstretched, assuring everyone “Don’t worry, he’s still alive. I just closed his windpipe long enough to put him out.” Jean turned her gaze toward Eunice and arched an eyebrow. “You planning on raising any alarms, or do I need to put you out too?”

Eunice held her arms up in a gesture of submission. “Whoa, hey, I’m just along for the ride. I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

Jean and the others seemed satisfied, but Hank lingered as they all turned to continue their progress through Asteroid M. Beast gave a strong sniff. The girl’s scent had vanished the moment she noticed the X-Men’s appearance, it lingered only in the parts of the room where she had walked. The girl considered him with curiosity, but did not seem as frightened at Hank’s appearance as others usually were. Without another word he joined the rest of the group.

“Hank, any sense if we’re heading the right way here?” Cyclops asked telepathically.

Hank looked at the magnetometer, then up at the hallways before them, then back at the machine. He pointed “I think I was right about the mechanism by which the base stays aloft. Its signal is interfering with Magneto’s own, but if we assume Magneto himself has the stronger signal then he will be this way. “

They continued on, their progress slow but steady. Every so often Jean would stop the others to make they crossed no paths. The further they got into the base the more nervous and cautious Storm grew. She was learning to manage her claustrophobia admirably, and she never would have admitted to it if Hank brought it up, the way her hooded head darted around her shoulders at every angle gave her anxiety away.

“Wait a second,” Jean broadcasted, stopping them. “There’s something...weird. I think it’s a mind...or...two minds? I can’t quite--

He recognized her at once. All those years ago it was her appearance that first unsettled Hank, that made him feel a revulsion he would only come, increasingly, to fear in others. Before he sprouted fur and fangs and claws and walked on all fours it was her, Mystique, who showed him how inhuman a mutant could look.

She paused in the middle of the hallway, processing the sudden appearance of five young mutants in her path. Wolverine was the first to spring into action, rushing forward with his claws outstretched, a growl rumbling from his chest. She was too fast, vaulting over him, her body line a boneless twisting acrobatic mass. She latched onto the ceiling and skittered along it, her joints popping out of place like some alien insect. It was Cyclops who acted next, trying to catch her with an optic beam, but he missed his one and only chance as Mystique tore away an air vent and compressed herself into it.

“Well,” Storm said with half a laugh, “we may have lost that element of surprise you were talking about.”

“Okay everybody circle up.” Cyclops started, “We’ll need to keep our progress slow, but the emphasis is on defense now. Who knows how many they’re about to throw at us or what all they can do. Our target is still Magneto.”

“Your target is still Magneto,” Wolverine said, the eyes of his mask narrowing as he bent his head forward to track a scent. “I’m no good in that fight, and I think it’s about time I tend to my own matters, Slim.” Wolverine turned and started to chase the smell. Beast caught a whiff of it himself, an undercurrent of wet dog but with an overwhelming sense of alpha male foreboding.

“Wolverine!” Cyclop called after the mutant. When Wolverine disappeared around a corner Cyclops cursed to himself. “This is why we have team exercises. This is why I try to get him to do team exercises.”

“No use fighting it now,” Jean said, pressing on forward. “Besides, if we’re real lucky Mystique just went to save her own tail. Maybe she didn’t raise any alarms at all.”

As if on cue, a red tint overtook the hallways as a claxxon sounded off. “Well, at least we don’t need Charles to relay all of our messages now,” Beast said aloud.

“Come on, let’s go!” Cyclops yelled, running forward as everyone else followed behind. They lost their advantage though. This was Magneto’s domain, and now that Magneto knew they were here the very surroundings themselves became the enemy. The floor started to contort out of shape, the tiles twisting so that Cyclops and Jean were sent forward on a wave of metal as Beast and Storm began to fall. The floor beneath them opened up, sealing over them after the fell through and popping back into place.

They were on a lower level, and they were not alone. On one side of them stood Pyro, now armored in a flame-retardant suit and armed with gauntlets that spit out flames, each spurt lighting up his maniacally smiling face. The gauntlets were connected by hoses to a fuel tank he wore on his back.

On the other side was Avalanche, and while he did not share Pyro’s mad smile he was even more heavily armored and wore an icy determination on his face. Both men prepared their attacks, and the X-Men prepared theirs.

“Mind if I take this one?” Storm asked, jutting her chin out at Avalanche. “We have something of a score to settle.”

“Oh, I’d be delighted to take the human flamethrower,” Beast joked. He wasted no time, sprinting at once toward his target. Pyro thrusted his arms forward, the flames coiling out and taking the shape of pouncing cougars that Beast just barely managed to jump over. Just as he landed, however, the cougars came pouncing back and Beast threw his arm up into his face, the flames crashing into one side of his body and searing off a layer of fur and skin. The acrid smell filled the air, and as Beast lowered his arm and turned to Pyro the grin melted from the pyromaniac’s face.

He unleashed the beast inside of himself and attacked.

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The coronavirus is presenting new challenges and we are moving in our life with this virus. This is affecting every level of our society, including mental well-being. Companies are changing their process overnight and they are looking for remote hiring as a way to hire new employees. This approach is successful as they are following top remote interview techniques.

All is fine until the routine of remote employees is disturbed that leads to stress, anxiety & mental strain. This is because many of us are not adapted to working remotely.

As an employer, it’s your duty to take care of your employees. Mental health is a serious topic and there have been many cases where an employee gets distracted from work and it hampers their career growth and in short their health. 

How Can Remote Working Impact an Employee’s Mental Well-Being? 

Remote working can have an impact on employees: 

Isolation — When an employee is separated from their colleagues they can start to feel isolated. And in particular, extroverted personalities suffer from this as they are used to gain energy from those around them. These employees may suffer from these feelings if they are not supported in the right way. And feelings of isolation can increase stress levels and bring a sense of disengagement to both the employee and the company. 

Burnout — When working remotely, it can be easy for work to fit in personal time. Remote employees can work longer hours and feel that they do work more because they are not in the office. This work-life balance can lead to high-stress levels that lead to burnout if left unresolved. 

The pressure to work 24/7 — The work pressure is so much, you need to squeeze in the work whenever you can. This can lead to donning multiple hats requiring time management. Switching many roles at once can wear out anyone and during remote working one has to stay alert all the time. 

Why Is It Important to Look for Staff Mental Well-Being? 

According to the research, it shows a happy workforce increases performance and productivity in an organization. Employees who are mentally healthy are engaged and committed to their jobs. As an organization, you need to ensure everyone’s contact details are up to date, make sure that employees understand their sick leaves. If they don’t then share all the necessary details with them because an employee should be clear about the leave policies. 

It’s important more than ever to take care of mental health as we are keeping ourselves safe from coronavirus. But it doesn’t mean social isolation. One has to know the difference between an employee working with 100% productivity and an employee working the same in great mental health.

There are some practices companies can implement with their employees. Some of the tips can seem unusual or maybe unnecessary during normal times. Employees at companies are experiencing fear depending upon where they reside. 

Here’s a guide to supporting remote employee mental health. 

13 Effective Ways to Support Your Employees’ Mental Well-Being

1. Staying Connected With the Technology

Many remote employees complain of loneliness as their biggest struggle when working from home. Without the need to leave your house for work and with no interaction with other employees for days, weeks, or even months. Working remotely can make the employees feel left out.

As a recruitment company, you can support the mental well-being of remote employees by making them stay connected. There are platforms like zoom, slack makes it easier to stay connected with other employees even if they are far apart. Remote workers should rely on video calls that are helpful for sessions and to build the team spirit. You should encourage employees to communicate not for work-related reasons but for socializing too. 

2. Motivate Work/Life Balance

For many remote employees, work-life balance improves when they begin working from home. The positives are they don’t have to spend time on commuting and use flexible hours to change their work schedule accordingly.

Working remotely has its share of mental stress. Employees when working from home have access to the office 24/7.  Remote workers are not able to unplug and can affect their mental well-being, working late into the night. Remote work doesn’t only disrupt our routines, it has an effect over the coping mechanisms. Remote work also disrupts our relationships. You don’t want them to get the work done but their presence makes us better. 

They may work for a long duration, which can disturb their sleep patterns.

A company can help to achieve work/life balance by: 

Set working hours for each day

Setting up a specific area at home and dedicatedly working in that space only

Taking breaks during your work hours

Say no to extra work requests that stretch 

Take proper sleep 

3. Asking Employees to Have a Specific Home Office

Without a fixed working space can result in loss of productivity. This results in working for more hours to complete the same task. In the end, you’ll end up working for the whole day. If they don’t have one, ask them to fix a place.

When managing their work from a fixed place, they’ll see an increase in productivity.  But when they don’t have a fixed place, managing work can be a bit difficult. The place should have no distraction and there should be proper light, ample space and most of all the internet connectivity should be proper. 

4. Encourage Good Work

When employees are working remotely, they are basically disconnected. They don’t also get proper feedback and struggle to judge their performance in their team. Working from home can make the employee feel confused and out of their group.

To combat this problem, you should recognize and reward any good work done by the employees. Offering incentives is another way to encourage employees. To increase employee engagement, ask your managers to provide regular feedback to remote employees and share the success with the complete team.

Here are other things to consider things rather than monetary rewards: 

New laptop, monitor, headphones

Extra time paid off

Gift cards

5. Encourage Online Training 

This is a good time to encourage your employees during remote work. This is possible with online training and it acts as a distraction to focus on learning rather than taking any stress. A company should find relevant online training programs for employees. This provides new opportunities for remote workers to upgrade their skills, get motivated, and stay relevant while working remotely.   

6. Making Sure Remote Workers Are Physically Active

According to research physical exercise increases the mood and relieves stress. A company has to ensure that all employees must stay active i.e. beneficial for their physical and mental well-being.

Exercise can give a sense of satisfaction between work and personal time. The difficult task for the employer is to ask employees to keep them active and ask them to take breaks during office hours. You can also try to start physical activities on a certain day during a week.

At the end of the month, you can reward the winner. You can promote physical and mental well-being by asking them to log their physical activities and the employee with the most physical activity will get a fitness tracker or a gift card. 

7. Be Open for Communication 

The best way to care for the employee’s mental well-being is to support an open communication culture. This can be applied to work communications but also with personal communications. Let your employees know that they can talk freely with their manager or with HR.

The managers should be good listeners and they should know about employee’s habits, so they can know about any strange behavior. Your existing employees also play a crucial role. They need to be compassionate and help a co-worker. You can follow this idea even on video calls, by creating a specific channel, where an employee can easily share his views with the right person. 

8. Encourage Employees to Take Leaves

Remote employees don’t feel the need to take leaves as they are working from their home & have flexibility. But everyone needs to take a break from work, for 1-2 days. Employees have two options to take paid or unpaid leaves.

Don’t force them to take paid leaves. Take leaves from work and show them that rest is necessary even while working from home. Be a source of inspiration and tell them that work is important but being flexible is also needed. The organization can explain the whole procedure for employees. 

9. Plan In-Person Meetings/Events

No matter the number of video meetings you do, seeing your employees in person is a different ball game. Employees who work from home miss out on that, it can deepen feelings of loneliness. If it’s possible, plan meetings or events where employees can meet in person.

You can go for monthly team meetings, fun outings, parties are perfect for remote employees to socialize with their co-workers. If your entire staff is remote, you can hold meetups. Connect employees who live in the same city and ask them to attend an event. Or plan an outing for the entire staff at a resort. 

10. Don’t Expect Your Employees to Be Super-Productive

Yes, we understand that your business might be facing problems excepting more work from their employees. At this time, it’s not realistic to maintain such workload from employees. Employees are anxious and find it difficult to concentrate on their work, telling them that they are not sufficient enough will make things worse.

The whole idea is to give your employees time to adjust to remote working. When there is no pressure, they’ll rise to the occasion. And also don’t ask your employees to be super-alert and reply to every mail message instantly. They could be busy and they can’t stay online for 9 hours straight. This will create stress of being ‘online’ all the time. 

11. Don’t Deduct Salaries or Fire Them

This point is in continuation with the above point, deducting salaries can also impact the mental well-being of an employee. During the Covid-19 situation, it would be an injustice to deduct any salaries. Due to this, an employee might not be able to balance their expenses. The worst thing is to fire any employee. Firing any employee during this time can lead to stress. When you fire an employee knowing there aren’t enough jobs available is morally incorrect. 

12. Send Mental Health Surveys to Employees

There can be instances where employees cannot open up about their mental well-being in a video meeting. Most of the employees find it easier to get evaluated when they are sent a survey.

Encourage employees to be honest when answering the survey. You can include questions like: 

How do you deal with stress during remote work? 

On a scale of 1-10, what is your stress level? 

The surveys will help you to get a better understanding of your staff’s mental health but with this data, you can take preventive measures. If an employee is suffering from depression, you can intervene before things get nasty. The companies that are offering recruitment services take care of health surveys of candidates during the hiring process.

13. Sharing Mental Health Resources With Employees

When an employee is suffering from a mental health problem, they don’t know where to look out for the resources. This is true for remote employees who don’t get to attend office sessions.

You can support the mental health of remote workers, you can share the list of resources where employees can access it. Sharing these resources is possible on basecamp which is a communication tool. These resources can include educational resources, videos about mental health. Additionally, you can offer a health advocacy program for your remote employees. 

Conclusion

Supporting mental well-being is key in the workplace. Most of the companies want to focus on mental health but due to lack of time, it’s down in the priority list.

You can create a strategy and include it in your company’s culture. Let your employees know that you understand their situation and you will do your best to accommodate it. 

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What Kind of Job & Salary One can Get After Hadoop Certification?

There is no doubt that this is the era of Big Data. All you need is BigData Hadoop certification as a Passport to High-paying Jobs. Wanna know why certification important? Well, we all know that there is a huge number of resumes reach top corporations among which there are most for Hadoop job postings. So, certifications are the only way recruiters come to know whether you have the right set of Big Data Hadoop skills that the business enterprise needs. That means it is a no-brainer that having the right Hadoop skills can really help you stand out from the crowd.

 Job Opportunities for Fresher?

 Well, in the IT Sector, there is no place where freshers can not achieve something.  Whether it is an old technology such as mainframes or Big Data; the latest technology. It is nothing but a myth that for big data companies do hire experienced professionals only. In fact, it could be seen that in the current scenarios companies are looking for new learners as they are dedicatedly learning about Big Data via courses and also completing Hadoop Certification for higher chances of getting jobs. Even the salary for newcomers in Big Data ranges between 4-9 LPA. Although make sure it somehow depends upon various factors like the company, its location, its position, and most importantly your interview performance. Even the post on which you are hired plays a vital role in the salary range. It indicates how the Hadoop fresher jobs pay the most as compared to jobs in older technologies.

 Job Titles And Opportunities Available

 While it comes to job titles and opportunities available for Hadoop Developers, it is not just limited to the tech companies but all types of companies including financial firms, banks, retail organizations, and healthcare organizations.

 Here is a list of job titles one can achieve after completing the Hadoop Certification:

 -       Hadoop Developer

-       Hadoop Architect

-       Data Visualizer

-       Data Analyst

-       Data Scientist

 All such job opportunities waiting to be grabbed is nothing but evidence that it’s raining jobs for Hadoop skills. Along with the well-established companies like Amazon, JP Morgan, Google, Microsoft many startups also hiring for analytic skills. Yes, companies like Fractal Analytics, Sigmoid Analytics, Crayon Data, Heckyl, etc. are also trying to make disruptive innovations by tapping big data especially Hadoop.

 And, while comes to Salary, Certification in Hadoop supports you to climb the step and rise quickly in your career. Yes, almost 6 lakhs per annum is the minimum Salary of Hadoop developers after completing the course.

 Moreover, Hadoop skills and certification in Hadoop offers you with means to ramp up your career and grants you the various advantages, such as:

 -       Accelerated career growth

-       Increased pay package due to Hadoop skill

 Still thinking if Hadoop is the best choice? See the figures here one can get after certifications:

 Years Experience                  Average                      

Less than 1 year                     Rs 519,231      

1-4 years                                 Rs 520,108      

5-9 years                                 Rs 1,114,643  

10-19 years                             Rs 1,944,213  

20 years or more                    Rs 4,600,000

 Based on the usage and needs varying every day, that too from country to country, there can never be a boring day in the life of a Hadoop experts. Yes, there is ample opportunity in Hadoop and undoubtedly, learning this framework will get you on the fast-track to success. So, up-skill with Hadoop now, get the Certification and prepare yourself to ride the next wave of Big Data. Never forget, the sooner you will get the BigData Hadoop certification, the sooner you will get a great Job.

big data hadoop training  at Asterix Solution is designed to scale up from single servers to thousands of machines, each offering local computation and storage. With the rate at which memory cost decreased the processing speed of data never increased and hence loading the large set of data is still a big headache and here comes Hadoop as the solution for it.