#and her being like ‘I have fallen in his esteem and I HATE that because I loved looking down on him’ and you can tell she really does miss

[itspileofgoodthings]

Actually both Thornton and Margaret’s internal monologues about each other are weird af.

[suikung]

may i request some shikamaru x lil!sis headcanons?

| Brother!Shikamaru

| TW. Incest

Shikamaru was the prized sibling in the family, and the Nara clan. From the moment he started in the academy, his genius was noticed. Your parents equally loved you, however you could tell they knew you weren’t as gifted as Shikamaru. And Shikamaru obviously knew that. But to him, it’d be better for it to stay that way.

You started the academy a year after him, and immediately the instructors could tell a difference between your brother and you. They held you to such high standards because of him, and when they weren’t met, all you would receive was a look of disappointment. It crushed you to know you’d never be as good as him. But it didn’t deter you from training hard day and night.

He didn’t allow you to have friends, even if he did. It was always something along the lines of “They’re just a drag you know. No need to concern yourself with them.” It almost felt he took all the friends for himself so there wouldn’t be none left over for you.

He was and continues to be the biggest manipulator. His words might seem innocent to any pair of ears, but he knew to yours, they would crush your self esteem. “Come on, why train so hard? Just accept the way you are.” They might seem as if he encouraged self acceptance but in reality he was firm on the belief you’d never advance.

As the years went on, his words only weighed heavier. He tried his best to convince you not to take the chunin exams. Wasn’t being a genin enough for you? You already were assigned missions. And he hated it. You now needed to uphold a responsibility to the village and he sadly couldn’t keep you at home. Couldn’t you see he was doing this all for your safety.

When Asuma-sensei died, it further showed to him the cruelties of this shinobi world. And soon he know that the King, was not the Hokage or Feudal lord, but you. Just like the knight, he’d work even harder to protect you. Conveniently for him, you’d been dispatched on a mission and had come back severely injured. While he vowed to find those who did this to you, he also petitioned with Lady Tsunade to have you relieved of being a shinobi. “She’s not capable of continuing to do this Lady Tsunade. I say this with her best interest in mind.” Just like that, you had returned to being a normal civilian.

During the 4th Great Ninja war, you stayed home. Despite the village needing all the power they could get, Shikamaru did not let you join. “You haven’t done anything in forever. Do you seriously think joining the war would result in you coming back alive?” He was right. Your brother was always right, so you stayed home. You waited for both him and your father to return, however only Shikamaru came back. The loss of your father weighing so heavily on the family, your mother shortly followed suit.

Now he had nothing but you. He had lost the people who would always talk sense into him, give him a guiding push in life when his path might stray. But now? He had no one to tell him what he might do is wrong. So he let his instincts take over. His feelings suppressed for so many years, he could finally let them over when the time was right. And that time would be when you turned 18.

Shikamaru was now 19, you 18. He led the clan on his own after the war. But he needed someone to do it with him. You had now become his wife. Nothing out of the ordinary in this society. Pure bred clans were a normal things. However now he possessed so much more control over you.

Immediately you were left to uphold a traditional housewife life. He was cunning, already he kept you inside as much as he could but now as his wife he could finally put his ultimate move on the board. You had fallen pregnant.

Now he controlled every single thing in your life. What time you ate. What you ate. Who you were around, what if they caused you stress and in turn harmed the baby? But to him most importantly, when you went outside. He was still a Shinobi, he couldn’t be around you 24/7. But this allowed him to keep you inside, for what seemed like forever. Only ever being outside when he couldn’t take your begging and crying anymore to be free. But his plan worked. And if he had to, he’d continue to keep you pregnant if it meant you’d never have to step foot outside again.

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A/n I love him and his fucked up hairlime

[rachelfloof]

Caramel Arrow being Dark Cacao’s daughter is a bad headcanon.

I’ve been keeping this to myself for a long time, but there are so many things about this headcanon that bother me, both obvious and less obvious things. There’s certain things about it that I’m surprised people don’t consider and don't realize. I can tolerate it because I can totally understand why people would hc this, but the more I thought about it, the more problems I found with it. I feel like they need to finally be pointed out because, in my opinion, this headcanon does not deserve the popularity it has.

Before I start explaining my thoughts, I want to emphasize that this is JUST MY OPINION. you DO NOT have to change your own opinion after reading this. These are simply my PERSONAL thoughts on this, and you DO NOT have to agree with me. Also, if you DO agree, I DO NOT condone sending hate to or attacking those who disagree with me and/or continue to use this headcanon.

The family headcanon directly conflicts with Caramel Arrow’s character in two major ways. The first is in regard to her ancestors. Following in her ancestors footsteps and honoring their legacy is one of Caramel Arrow’s main motivations. Caramel Arrow currently has one piece of cutscene art, depicting her praying to her fallen ancestors, as well as several quotes where she mentions defending the kingdom, just like her ancestors did (1 star promotion quote). If Dark Cacao is her father, then what ancestors is she talking about? because I know damn well it’s not Mystic Flour.

The only way this headcanon works without conflicting with the canon is if you ship Dark Cacao with a mortal who has a long history of serving the Dark Cacao kingdom (like the Second Watcher, for example). Despite this, Caramel Arrow being biologically related to Dark Cacao in any way brings up the second major issue and, in my opinion, the most damaging issue.

Caramel Arrow’s loading screen trivia states, "Caramel Arrow Cookie became the First Watcher at a young age…" Which is something I feel like has to be one of Caramel Arrow’s biggest achievements in her life. First Watcher is a really highly esteemed role; she’s essentially the top general of Dark Cacao’s most elite troops. Therefore, she likely had to work really hard to be able to become First Watcher, especially at so young.

However, with the added context of Dark Cacao being her father, I feel that it heavily reduces the gravity of this achievement. Dark Cacao is the king; he could’ve easily been biased in Caramel Arrow’s favor when deciding who to make First Watcher since she’d be his daughter. Dark Cacao’s kid being in such a high position at such a young age makes the earning of that role seem like a blatant display of nepotism.

Yesss, why not add taking away positions from people who actually deserve it more to the list of reasons why Dark Cacao is a bad person? /s

By making Caramel Arrow seem more undeserving of her position, you’re essentially weakening the strong woman character. Turning her from “hard-working girl boss” into “daddy’s girl.”

Speaking of Dark Cacao being a bad person, Dark Cacao treating Caramel Arrow like a daughter makes him look even worse when you factor in what he did to Dark Choco. So essentially, what’s happening is that Dark Cacao emotionally neglects Dark Choco while at the same time treating his younger child with the love that Dark Choco originally deserved.

All of the previously mentioned problems go away if you just interpret Dark Cacao and Caramel Arrow’s relationship for what it is. Which is NOT BIOLOGICALLY RELATED. By making them family, you’re heavily simplifying her character; her motivations for standing by the king and the prince go from “this is my sworn duty, and I want to honor my ancestors.” to “oh, it’s because the royal family is my family too.” So it makes her motives seem more like an empty obligation and expectation rather than something she’s worked for and voluntarily committed to because she’s genuinely just that passionate and dedicated about the homeland that her ancestors have fought and died for over generations.

The only way this headcanon works is if Caramel Arrow becomes Dark Cacao’s daughter AFTER everything is said and done with her becoming First Watcher and Dark Choco taking the sword. Which can only really happen if you ship Dark Cacao x Second Watcher or Dark Cacao x Dark Cacaoian OC while having the two characters fall in love AFTER Dark Choco leaves, making Caramel Arrow his stepdaughter. Or if you headcanon Caramel Arrow as his ADOPTED daughter rather than biological, of course with the adoption happening after Dark Choco leaves.

Even then, Dark Cacao adopting his First watcher after everything already happens would just be super random and weird. That’s like if a worker climbs the ranks in the company they work at, becomes COO, and then the CEO just decides to adopt their COO because they become close. Based on the Cookies of Darkness flashback, Caramel Arrow would likely be a full-grown adult by the time Dark Choco leaves with the sword, so Dark Cacao adopting this grown woman would just be kind of weird and unnecessary.

Despite everything I just said, Dark Cacao CAN still see Caramel Arrow like a daughter, and Caramel Arrow CAN still see Crunchy Chip like a brother WITHOUT any of them actually being on each other’s family tree. They can just have a close platonic relationship with each other where they kind of see each other as like a second family, except, of course, they’re not actually related. Rather, they're almost like a family-like friend group or in other words, a friend group with a family-like bond.

This is the end of my little ramble, in case you forgot about the disclaimer at the top, this is just my opinion. Re-read the disclaimer in big red text if you need to. you don't need to agree with me. and I hope everyone has a good day. <3

Also, remember to never be a hater to anyone, hating is cringe ngl.

[fatedbutblinking]

imagine percy and a daughter of pluto being destined to fall in love - so in love that there's a prophecy about it. something that describes a love so strong that it saves the world. percy doesn't know a thing about it, but lupa told the girl about it in private when she was a kid, and that it clearly describes her in it.

so when percy gets dropped into camp jupiter, and she feels a connection with him so strong that it's almost unbearable, she is desperate not to fall in love with him.

she wants to save the world with her leadership and talent, not by falling in love with some guy. she's an esteemed praetor, the most skilled halfblood at camp jupiter, and she wants to be known for more than just falling in love. she doesn't even get how falling in love with him is supposed to change the world.

"lupa," she breaths, in a voice softer than a whisper, as she stares at percy from a distance. he is sparring someone, and winning. "tell me it's not him."

"it's your destiny," echoes in her head.

"him," she reiterates with a scoff.

"i'm just as surprised as you. but you'll do it. even if you don't want to, you will."

"i'll take that as a challenge."

so she literally doesn't want to fall in love with him because she's too prideful. and she's too much of a girlboss slay strong independent fighter shadow-sorcerer queen to back down to a prophecy.

meanwhile percy is absolutely besotted with her from the moment he steps into camp jupiter. of course he can't remember annabeth, only in snippets, but he loses those thoughts the moment he sees her.

he makes it goddamn clear how attracted he is to her. he constantly flirts with her, pesters her, challenges her to fights. she's got some pretty name like valeria and he calls her "val", which she hates. she's really hot, but in that hauntingly beautiful tim burton sort of way: big dark eyes, sharp cheeks, pouted lips and olive skin.

he doesn't understand why she hates him, considering the entire camp has already fallen under his charm. but that doesn't stop him from trying.

"let me take you out."

"you lost me on 'out.'"

"i didn't take you for an introvert. you're always shouting at people and fighting them so i thought you'd want to do something active."

"i'm not an introvert. i just don't want to go anywhere outside with you."

"how about inside?"

"absolutely not. you are not coming in my cohort."

"how about mine?"

"no."

"promise i'll make it worth your time."

"how oxymoronic. if you're involved, it can never be worth my time."

"did you just call me a moron?"

she is unable to contain her snort. "you're an idiot."

his sea-green eyes soften. "gods, val, you're so beautiful when you smile."

though she doesn't want to, she finds herself staring at him when he's not looking. she starts waiting impatiently for him to pester her, she starts looking forward to their brief chats. she feels butterflies when they graze arms. she likes the way he smirks at her at the end of a fight when she's beaten him to the floor. she likes how close their faces are. she lets him manipulate her into mini dates, like walks by the water, swimming with cute whales, cooking blue food for the campers.

she starts to fall for him and it scares her so much that she distances herself. percy finds out about the prophecy and finally understands it all.

one day they are fighting a massive monster that has somehow infiltrated the camp and he confesses her feelings to her, knowing a fighting scenario is the only place where she'd be close enough for long enough to actually listen to him.

"i know what you think of me," he starts.

"if you did you wouldn't be speaking to me right now."

"no. i know what you actually think."

"focus on the monster, seabrain."

"i know you like me."

"what?"

"well, kinda. i mean i think you hate me too. but i also don't think it's that different from liking me."

"then you have a warped perspective on relationships."

"admit it."

"percy."

"admit that you like me."

"there is a monster in front of us and you want to talk about this?"

"the whole camp wants us to talk about this. do you see anyone else fighting? no! they're too busy waiting for you to give me an answer!"

"everyone get off your asses and fight. right now."

nobody moves.

"don't be like that. just because everyone can see how good we'd be, except for you -- "

"don't."

"fuck it. i'm in love with you. i've been in love with you since the day i met you -- "

"no."

" -- uh, yes. i wanna fucking be with you. i mean, i wanna do a lot of things to you, but to be with you? i wouldn't need anything else. just you, for gods' sake."

"percy."

"gods, i wanna kiss you. i wanna kiss that look off your face. but i'm not gonna do anything until you tell me the truth."

"i don't know what to say."

"you love me."

"i don't love anything."

"i know, but you love me."

"i don't wanna prove the prophecy right."

"stop being stubborn."

"i can't just be known as the girl who fell in love with you, perce. i want more for myself."

"you'd never be known as that. you'd be known as the girl that i fell for. the shadow-slicing praetor that percy jackson begged to have."

"i guess that doesn't sound so bad."

"yeah?"

"maybe."

they kiss passionately.

from then on, they're the it-couple on campus. they're always sneaking off and kissing, and percy is constantly all over her, kissing her neck, whisking her away.

everything is perfect until annabeth comes to claim him. they end up in camp half-blood with annabeth not knowing about her and percy. she watches as annabeth whisks percy away. percy's head is confused with his head and his heart.

she tells herself that she shouldn't have let herself fall in love with him. instead of letting percy break up with her first, she breaks up with him, saying that this is now real life. she will be known for more than just love, and he can have the love of his life annabeth back.

but percy doesn't feel that way anymore about annabeth. how could he? annabeth overhears the conversation and breaks up with him, understanding that he has feelings for someone else. he apologises over and over again because this is his best friend, but she accepts that they are only each other's first loves. and not the last.

percy wants her back.

the two camps are united in their decision to get them back together. although they don't have a lot in common, both camps adore either percy or the pluto girl -- they are their leaders -- and they want them together.

so percy makes another scene.

"i challenge you to a duel," he announces loudly to her, as campers gather around.

"jackson, i'm busy."

"i know. re-training people from my camp because you romans think you know better. fair enough. but i guess you'll have to re-train me, considering i'm actually greek."

"stop trying to wind me up."

"so it's working?"

"isn't it a rule at camp half-blood that children of the big three can't duel?"

"that's never stopped us before."

"it can this time."

"are you scared of losing?"

"get over here, jackson."

"don't worry. i'll go easy on you, deathbreath."

"that doesn't mean i will."

she swipes at him with her dagger, and creates a small cut down his arm.

"fuck."

"not so cocky now. stop missing, jackson, you haven't even grazed me."

"i don't want to hurt you."

"come on. hurt me."

"no."

"it's a fight, not a dance. hurt me."

"no."

"fine, don't! gods, i'm not going to fight you if you're not going to fight back. just leave me alone. i don't wanna be near you. can't you just let me be?"

"i've hurt you enough. i know i have."

"i don't know what you're talking about."

"but i promise you. i will never hurt you ever again. i will never make you feel anything but happy. i will do everything in my fucking power to make sure of it."

she laughs shortly. "it seems like everyone in our two camps will do anything to make sure of it."

there.

there, she realises it.

she realises that them falling in love was the gods' sure way of getting the two camps to respect each other. swapping jason and percy around was only the start - to make sure the camps knew of each other. but her part? it was to make sure that both camps would love each other, would stick together no matter what, the same way her and percy would through anything.

their friends refer to her as the queen of both camps, as it is her that has truly brought them together. although it's not what she had planned to be infamous for, she accepts it, knowing that she has gained more than she sought out:

percy.

"you have completely confused my perception of reality," he continues, as if she hasn't already made her mind up. "i dream about you. all the time. every night when i go to bed i dream about you. but most of the time it's in the day, when i see you, when i smell you, when i know you're near. i knew long before that prophecy that you were meant for me."

"me too, perce. all of it. me too."

so they get together and everyone is super happy. even nico does a slow clap bcus he likes how it's the most dramatic thing he's seen. the gods are like crying up there watching them get back together like they're some kind of soap opera that they manufactured. but it doesn't matter to them bcus they're living their best life.

[fandoms--fluff]

Hi requests for flufftober .

Can u do a fluff where the reader is plus size

And is in a relationship with klaus.

Can u make her Indian because being fat is looked down upon in India I am telling you this because I am Indian and I get fat shame d by my own family .

Can u please make her story same as mine where she goes through what I am going through and Klaus comforts her by kissing every inch of her body and leaving hickeys.

He also calls her beautiful.

If u are not ok with writing this or want to cut any part that u are not okay me .

U are free to do it .

Beautiful

Flufftober, October 2nd

Female reader x Klaus Mikaelson

Warnings: mentions of body hate/dysmorphia, mentions of being bullied

A/n: please don't read if you think it will affect your mental health, remember it's important!

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You're sat across from your soon to be husband, Klaus Mikaelson, the one and only original hybrid. You've been across town all day and made reservations for this fancy restaurant just out of New Orleans so no one could interupt you guys.

You guys have just ordered, unknowingly, your arms wrapped around your midsection, sort of acting as a shield so no one can see your stomach rolls. Even in the stunning black midi dress that you've felt confident in all day, you have actions you do unconsciously for being self conscious about your body.

Basically most of your life, people have either commented on your weight or looked at you with that look, you got that look through your teens the most. Especially considering you didn't look the same as everyone else, and that's good, you're your own person, until it comes to weight. Then apparently you're not good enough and looked down upon by other teens, adults, and even your own family.

You had a phone call with your mother the night before while Klaus was in the shower. Said phone call almost brought you to tears. At the start, you were having a good conversation with your mom, until she brought up how she went to the mall with her friends the other day. She spoke about how she saw the perfect wedding dress that you would love by all the photos of inspo you've shown her since your and Klaus' engagement. But then she said, 'if only you were tinier like your cousins, then maybe you could try and squeeze into the biggest size of the dress'. She went on and in about how the biggest size wasn't even big enough for you to even try to try on.

That hasn't been the worst conversation with your Mom in a longshot, but it still hurt. It hurt even more, knowing it was your own mother saying those things. Yes, you may not look the same as everyone else, but you've been trying to love your body just the way it is. But things like that obviously doesn't help your feelings or self esteem.

You feel something lay against your hand, snapping out if your thoughts, you looked up at Klaus, seeing his hand placed on top of yours. His thumb is softly rubbing up and down to side of your hand.

"Love? Are you alright? You spaced off for a moment there" Klaus softly smiles.

"Oh, um yeah, just thinkin. Nothing to worry about" you give a tight lip smile.

Klaus nods, keeping in his head about your stranger-than-normal attitude, but it's not a bad thing, it's just concerning to him.

You guys get home from the restaurant around 10pm, everyone's either out or has fallen asleep super early.

You're standing in front of the mirror in your guys' room. You haven't changed out of your dress yet, instead staring at every part of your body that you're insecure about. There hasn't been any way to stop you from doing this. You would try, but then end up close to tears or crying in front of a mirror. The worst times this has happened has been in a changing room at stores.

That's what you thought, before Klaus steps back into the room.

He pauses his movements, seeing you frowning in front of the mirror, sucking your stomach in as much as you can. You look over to him, eyes widening. Klaus just caught you doing one of the only things you never wanted him to know that you do.

"Klaus, this is not what you think this is, I'm just..." you start, not knowing what to say, you trail off.

Klaus walks over to you and cups your face in his hands. "Love, you can tell me the truth, you always can" he tells you, having a senaking suspicion of what's going on, but wants you tell him on your terms.

He leads you over to the bed, sitting down with his hand resting on your thigh. You take a couple deep breathes, "I'm too big. I wish I was skinny, I've wished that since the first time someone ever brought up how I look different than everyone else. I've hated my body for over a decade, my mom was probably the worst thing about it. She would always tell me how I was fat without thinking twice. And she never understood and still doesn't how that makes someone feel, especially a teenage girl who's already miserable everytime she has to take foot in a high school where everyone says even worse things some how" you rant to your fiance, tears streaming down your face. "I hate my body so much" you whisper.

Klaus immediately pulls you in to his arms. He kisses the top of your head multiple times. "I'm so sorry you've had to go through this, and still do?" You nod your head. "You are perfect how you are. You should never compare yourself to others or listen to what others say you should look like." Klaus lists off.

"I love you so much, you're so perfect, and gorgeous the way you are. You should never think different" Klaus pulls away, looking at you with emotion in his eyes.

"R-really? I love you too. N-no one has ever said that. I've grown up hating myself" you whimper.

"Everything I said is true, and you should never hate yourself, being who you are now is everything to me" he slowly lays you down onto your back.

"And I will make sure you know this every day" he murmurs as he trails his lips all over your face and down your neck. He presses kisses all down your exposed collarbone and chest.

He keeps going all the way down, kissing your fabric covered stomach and waist, and hips. He goes down to your ankles, until kissing the top of your feet gently.

"You love, are so beautiful" he whispers into your ear. You cuddle into his suit covered chest with a slight smile on your face.

"You're the one person I feel safest with. Thank you so much. I love you Klaus" you look up at him. "I will always be here for you, I love you too, beautiful" he kisses your forehead and holds your hand.

[johnnycakesswitch]

Sodapop headcannons?

I mean how much time do you have?

- Sodapop CANNOT say tongue twisters. Like it’s ridiculous how bad he is at them.

- Obviously we all know Soda hates wearing shoes, and because he never wears shoes his feet are like…super durable. He can step on rocks and shit without any pain at all

- Sodapops puppy eyes almost rival Johnnys when he needs to use them. Not a single person can say no, even Dally has fallen victim (only once though, and he hates himself for it)

- F.R.E.C.K.L.E.S.

- EVERYWHERE. HE IS COVERED IN FRECKLES.

- meows back at cats and barks back at dogs

- can hold his breath under water for an impressive amount of time (also likes to do the thing where he floats in the water like a dead body)

and now some angst because it’s not outsiders hcs without it right?

- genuinely has the lowest self esteem out of everyone in the gang. Incredibly insecure.

- some of this (a lot) being due to Sandy not treating him well and constantly putting him down. (Everybody hates her so bad)

- any time his brothers fight after the whole church incident he’s almost immediately in tears out of fear it might all happen again

- doesn’t get jumped often but when he is he’s more likely to get a blade pulled on him to “mess up his pretty face”

- when he gets nervous, scared or upset in basically any way he shakes. Bad. Like he can’t even hold things sometimes

I LOVE THESE ALL PLS SEND ME SODA HCS WHENEVER YOU WANT 😭😭😭

The angsty ones tho,,, I honestly didn’t think about how anxious it must make Soda whenever Pony and Darry fight post canon. He’s like terrified that something terrible will happen again and if he ever told them that they would both feel awful about letting their arguments get bad again. I feel like it would actually push them to be better tho because they never ever would intentionally hurt Soda. And NO omg not the jumping hc, that’s so heartbreaking no one should ever pull a blade on Soda 😔 I love all of these so much thank you for them

[persephone11110]

A Different Dialect | b.bradshaw

prompt: “You can’t keep hiding this stuff.”- credit: @memesomething

tw:illness—hiding said illness, past child abuse, self esteem issues, protective b.b, readers a mom| dad bradley bradshaw, reader is masking her pain, the word throw up is mentioned and vomit— also the act of throwing up is mentioned, perfectionism, pushing yourself to exhaustion, 15 years into the future

reader goes by angel

children names: Cobie and and Nicky

this a random one-shot/ apart of FALLEN ANGEL Series

AN: Its been awhile since I posted to this series, random idea was born after listeing to Because of You. And i also pulled a quote from one of my fav shows ever Bojack Horseman , ever have a hard time trying to write the middle of a fic

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Self care….not your biggest strong suit, which is pretty funny for ER/n. Lets just say Bradley doesn’t find it so funny.

This is all started because of your weak immune system. It was shameful how someone who’s been a ER/n for the past decade and half didn’t recognize the severity and symptoms of the flu. For crying out loud your a mom and a wife, your the definition of unstoppable,someone who doesn’t get the chance to fall apart. And yet here we are—laying on bedroom floor, curled up in pain. Weakness doesn’t look good on you Y/n Bradshaw.

Let’s turn the clock back.

This time, you had the chance to hide your sickness from your other half—since he recently taken promotion of Captain he had been busy with students and paper work. As evil as its sounds—you just didnt want him fretting over you, ruining his work schedule because of you, missing out with friend’s because of you.

Being sick today wasn’t any different, you usually toughen it out—pushing yourself while sick was a familiarity, well before you became an adult. You gone to school with body aches, slight fevers, the twins sports game with severe nausea—taking medicine to soothe it. Nothing made you stop—as you learned at a young age age,“Y/n the world doesn’t stop just because your sick.”

You could remember the last time you got sick as a child and the memories are faint but some of it is ingrained into the back of your mind.

“Y/n remember what we say about crying... crying is stupid!"— Dad had grown tired of your loud wails, having come home from a important dinner, he grabbed you by your jaw and gripped it tightly. “Don’t make me have to tell you again”.

You cupped your forehead once again, it felt like someone was taking a knife pulling it in and out. Only couple more hours and your teenaged twins would grow tired and retire to their rooms.Then you could fall apart—cry if you needed to, throw up if you needed to.

What you didnt expect was your husband to come home early.

“Honey its just a little cold”, you mother batted your hands away from your nose, she stood behind you smoothing the sides of your dresses perfectly.“Your father needs at your best for this dinner, the governor might be considering giving him the funding he deserves”.

You didn’t deserve to be cared for, you didn’t earn the right to stay home like your parents did.

You rolled your shoulders back, you looked in the mirror, praying to god that your mascara didn’t smudge. You put on a fake smile because god forbid you didn’t you smile hard enough infront of strangers your father would have your backside and a belt.

“Come on Y/n, Linda!”’your father shouted from downstairs, he stood at the end of staircase. His shoulders squared straight, his eyes portraying nothing but coldness, it really added to the whole army man persona. “Don’t have all day”.

You sniffled one more time, you swallowed the snot down your throat. Mom hated the way your nose looked after you blew it too many times.

You spent the entire night politely turning down men old enough to your father,while also keeping the bile of vomit down. Multitasker

“Dear god Y/n loosen up, your father needs all the support he can get”. Your mother walked past you, whispering into your ear.

“Yes ma’am, let me go freshen up real quick”, your were face down in toliet, biles of vomit coming up. Remembering where you were, you quickly stood flushing the toliet— you held onto the stall wall.

An older woman passed you onto the way to the sink. “This generation,what makes you think a man is going to want you like that if cant even hold your liquor?”. The silvered hair woman voice held a certain amount of digust that even your own mother couldn’t beat.

Pull yourself together Y/n.

You can do better than this, you were taught trained better than this.

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Walking through the front door Bradley expected two things, his wife helping the twins with last minute homework Or Cobie and Nicky chasing after Orbit, causing a mess to happen around the house.

Quiet house. Bradley allowed his feet to bring him to their shared bedroom.

He didn’t expect for his wife to laying on the floor curled up in a fetal position.“Angel!” Bradley shouts as he slides on to the ground, he didn’t have time to panic—years of being in miltary and being father kicked in. He pressed his finger into your neck hoping and praying to god there was pulse somewhere.

“Brad?” You open your eyes, your confused the worry look Bradley was wearing.“Whats wrong?”.

“Whats wrong Y/n?” His voice dripping with sarcasm, “I just found my wife unconscious on the floor”. You and Bradley are sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Bradley lets not be hysterical, I wasn’t unconscious I’ve worked a graveyard shift while also taking care of the kids”. Your was voice strained, you lost it while at Cobie soccer game.

You squeezed your eyes the ceiling light was starting to bother you, and because you didn’t want Bradley to see you cry.

Bradley gave you once over and started to feel his bubbling anger starting to faint away. “Angel we’re partners remember?” He’s caressing your face, “I have your six, you know that right?”

You peered your eyes back open, and whispered“I know that, I just…..nevermind it doesn’t matter”.

You start to move away from him“the twins need some important forms signed Brad-Brad and Orbit needs to be let out again”.

“Y/n dont worry about that, right now we need to talk about your lack of self care”. Bradley pulls you back to him, “Please let me take care of you”. The amount of emotion that filled Bradley voice broke your heart, you didn’t mean to make him upset.

“We also need to talk about I didn’t even notice my own damn wife was in so much pain”. Bradley ran his hands through hair, “I mean how I couldn’t I?”.

“Well Brad you’ve been working long hours since becoming a captain, the navy needs you more than usual to”. You smile weakly, the last thing you wanted to do was make Bradley feel bad for being promoted.

“Oh angel Im sorry, thats it I’m taking a leave of absence”. Bradley tone held a no-none sense tone.

“No,no Bradley I’m fine this something im used to, sometimes you need make sacrifices”. You speak like its fact, you’ve never been told otherwise.

Bradley sighs his eyes rimming with tears, its got this far without Bradley noticing.“No Y/n your just used to making unnecessary sacrifices for everyone else”.

“When the last time you’ve been taken care of— when’s the last time I spend the day taking care of you?”. Bradley voice was soft, careful to not wake the kids. “Y/n let me take care of you, my wife the mother of kids deserves to be loved , cherised and taken care of”. His voice is quiet, he puts his hand into yours. “I love you Y/n Bradshaw”.

“I love you to Bradleu Bradshaw”.

[everythingsinred]

You know I really love that in the end Natsume and Mikan met again and stayed together but the part of me that likes to suffer sometimes wonders what would have happened if Mikan had fallen in love with someone else in that period of time. Well, more than anything I wonder if Natsume was ever worried that that would happen.

Honestly that would have been very painful, good thing it never happened.

hi hi hi!

i like angst as much as the next person but i dont think mikan could fall in love with someone else. she remembered loving someone (natsume) and comparing to that feeling whenever anybody asked her out. she rejected them because they couldn't make her feel that same way. i hate so many things about the last few chapters, but that was one aspect i liked and wouldn't change.

as for natsume being concerned about it...

HE WOULD. natsume is jealous, as we see all the time in the manga, and he has a terrible self esteem. he barely believed mikan loved him back so the idea that maybe she could love somebody else when he's gone would probably eat away at him...

which brings me to the biggest complaint: why didn't we see more of natsume's grief and misery in mikan's absence? we get one fleeting little panel of waking up without her and that's it! it's awful! everything is so rushed. the story would have benefited from showing us his mental state during that time, so that we could see if he did get jealous or insecure, or how he coped with her gone.

it is good that never happened, but i wouldn't be worried because i don't think it's possible! natsume probably did worry about that, in my opinion, but mikan still loves him, even without her memories, because she promised him "from now until forever, more than anyone else," just like he did.

[impossibleprincess35]

The Echo and the Stain | ch 10

[Excerpt:]

Obi-Wan looked up and saw his master give him an apologetic smile before he slipped out into the corridor, leaving him alone at last with his thoughts. In the solitude of the room, listening to the humming of the equipment and the vibrations all around him in the bulkheads and under his feet, the padawan tried to think of something else, anything else.

But all he could think about was her.

He didn’t like her.

Absolutely not.

He had felt sorry for her.

She had required comfort, and as he was a compassionate padawan aiming to become a Jedi Knight of the Republic, it was natural that he assisted and tried to ease her anxieties and her fears.

But then, the scent of her hair came back to the forefront of his mind and his thoughts explored how she searched out to anchor herself to him in her sleep, wrapping her arm around him and pressing her cheek against him fiercely.

Only earlier, when she had slid off her rucksack and onto the forest floor in a clumsy display of uninhibited bliss, Satine had felt perfectly at ease at his side, and he hadn’t understood why there was no urgency from him to shove her away.

It was easy to blame the namana fruit, and maybe it was the fruit.

Then again, maybe Obi-Wan had liked the comfort of her lying next to him. The closest he had ever come to that feeling was once before when Siri Tachi had fallen to the floor mats in the padawan dojo and reached over to playfully pin him down in place. As she had knocked him back onto his shoulder blades and leaned her weight against his chest, he had thought of things..

..like putting his arms around her firmly and rolling her over onto her back, seeing if she would let him get away with that. If so, would she have let him kiss her? Would he have been any good at kissing? How fast would he have been able to untie her belts and pull off her training tunic, he had wondered.

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Chapter 10 is up!

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FTR, since I got a nice feral hate comment from someone who loaaaathes my interpretation of Obi-Wan and Satine, here's the thing:

My padawan Obi-Wan is a rule follower to the inth-degree because he's got self-esteem issues (not getting assigned a master as fast as all your buddies will do that to you), and he struggles a bit with his own internal worth. He's not out here fucking everything in the Temple because dude can't get out of his own head.

My young Satine Kryze is a girl who was the black sheep who was undermined subconsciously as a child for being "weak," when in reality, she is incredibly strong and complex and worthy. But at the same time, she is slow to trust, she is guarded, and as a result, she is a bit.. sheltered in some ways.

If your favorite take on Obi-Wan is a feral padawan fuckmaster who sleeps with everything, then you're gonna hate this fic.

And if your Satine is a confident, bold, sexually-open, extrovert who fucking slaaaays all day, you're gonna hate this, too.

(There's nothing wrong with those character takes, either. I love all of them. But you're just not going to find that here.)

So, please, go out into the world today and be kinder than your comment was to me, 'cause I'm old and I'll just write them even MORE like you hate them because I'm a stubborn hag and I do what the fuck I want (*evil cackling laugh*), but you might say some shit like that to someone who is out there searching for a shred of validation from a stranger, and you could really fuck up someone's vibe.

[wraithwars]

a/n: did another questionnaire made by the lovely @arisenreborn (original post found here) & feel like they're slowly coming together. I had to put it in two parts because I wrote so much and am two lazy to make edits. Part two can be found here. Still, I had fun doing this and appreciate anyone willing to read it.

THE ARISEN - 

Whether they remember or not, where are they from?

Valkyrie originated from a small village nestled deep within a valley in a neighboring country to Vermund. This is where Sid, her adoptive father, finds her as a child.

What is their favorite and least favorite part of being the Arisen?

She hates being weak or perceived as weak, so one thing being Arisen did for her was make her seem strong without trying too. A lot of that has to do with the peoples’ preconceived notions about the role of Arisen. Her least favorite part is the amount of people that depend on her. Later on, this winds up being something that irks her greatly as she feels like people would rather take advantage of her than do things for themselves. Untrue with many innocents, but there are some that prove that point.

THE PAWN - 

Do they ever get their memory back; if they do, does that change how they interact with the narrative, and if they don’t how do they feel about that loss?

In general, Valkyrie handles the loss with bitter resignation. It drives her mad to have something so important lost to her, but she also feels it helps keep her focused on her main objective—her memories may only be a distraction if she had them. In her story, the people survive another year after Vermund had fallen, and she finally regains the rest of her memories. Some that had even been lost to her before the initial fell curse. One in particular gave her the drive to end the cycle once and for all.

What is their inclination, and what about them (if anything) might set them apart from others of their inclination?

Nolan is kindhearted in inclination, but he is driven apart from others that share it by his sternness. As he finds his voice, he more readily offers his opinion on things, and sometimes that opinion involves chastising Valkyrie for something. Honestly, he’s the only reason she’s able to stay sane.

Do they act any differently around other Arisen across the Rift?

Before finding his match in an Arisen, he treats every Arisen exactly the same. He’s always willing to help and will do just about anything that’s asked of him with an eager disposition. After meeting Valkyrie, he becomes more vocal and readily opposes things he doesn’t agree on even if he still winds up doing it. He grows more strategic. He also doesn’t hold other Arisens to the same degree he does Valkyrie. If anything, it’s simply because he had the time to warm up to her as opposed to any others he meets beyond the Rift.

ARISEN & PAWN -

If they were infected with the Dragonsplague, are there any specific ways they would act differently?

Nolan would be just as intimidating as people think he is based on appearances alone. He’d be more silent and often admonish others when he did speak. He’d also readily insult Valkyrie’s plans and would just do something else without speaking to anyone first. Also, he would be extra violent with his foes.

How would you describe their relationship?

As their bond grows, Valkyrie begins to view Nolan as more of a brother or best friend than a simple companion. Nolan has no experience with bonds such as those, but he knows he would feel exceedingly lonely if she were not in his life. They are equally as determined to stay together. And they also heal parts of each other they didn’t even know needed healing.

For each of them - Who is their favorite and least favorite NPC?

It goes without saying that Valkyrie holds the Thief-Maister in high esteem, but she loathes Allard with every fiber of her being—even more deeply than her hatred of Disa. Disa was at least redeemable some since even if she did horrible things, but Allard’s actions were always abhorrent and beyond self-serving. She always hated his type, and he’s a prime example of why she does. For Nolan, he truly enjoys Glyndwr’s presence. He thinks aside from Valkyrie that the elf would be his closest friend. They both share a thirst of knowledge about other cultures and things in general, and both of them can speak for hours to each other about their interests without growing tired. His least favorite? Raghnall. He finds his flippant nature irritating and his lack of morals even more so. He also views the man as an annoying obstacle and gets extra defensive whenever he’s present. Even if Valkyrie doesn’t take him all that serious, Nolan is keeping an eye on him at all times when he’s around.

What is a special or secret talent they each have?

Valkyrie, before becoming Arisen, typically traveled alone and would have to hunt regularly for food. Because of that she’s actually become rather proficient in making certain animals calls to lure in prey. Nolan is able to whistle—really good—but he also has photographic memory that serves them well on their adventure. For someone so gullible-seeming, he is quite a skilled individual.

Is there any topic they’ll avoid - romance, death, family, etc.?

Nolan will discuss almost anything with someone, but, unless it’s important, he does prefer to avoid tales of how pawns are mistreated. He’s suffered from it firsthand as well as many pawns he encountered on the roads, and the topic puts a bad taste in his mouth. To keep his spirits up, he’d simply prefer not to think about it unless a situation demands it. For Valkyrie, she finds the topic of family hard to discuss—with or without her memories. With them she knew she was all that remained of her family. Without them, she feels an astonishing emptiness when the topic is brought up, and it distresses her greatly. It may partially be the reason she’s so eager to forge bonds. 

What are they most afraid of? And what is their greatest hope, or dream?

Valkyrie is afraid of failure. Cliche, of course, but the threat of it looms over her at all times, and she often has nightmares of it. So when Vermund does fall, she takes it rather hard and goes into a deep depression. As for hopes and dreams, she’s afraid that her thinking of them will put them further out of reach—or maybe, she simply doesn’t know what she wants. For Nolan, he’s afraid of being just a pawn. He wants to be something more, to hold a depth to him that his kind rarely possesses. He wants to stick by Valkyrie’s side, but he also wants to exist outside of her, to be his own person without constantly being associated with another. He just wants to be Nolan, and his dream is that one day that’s exactly who he’ll be. Just Nolan. 

Do they have any particular quirks or habits?

Nolan is most comfortable sleeping on the floor, and he often hums when things are silent. Valkyrie can’t sit still for the life of her and sometimes talks to herself to get her thoughts together—she doesn’t notice she’s doing it most of the time.

What are their least favorite enemies to fight?

Goblins. They hate goblins. They hate how many of them they run into, how inconvenient running into them is, how they smell, how often they have rocks thrown in their faces because of them—if they could rid the world of one species they would choose goblins. 

What is their favorite: animal, color, flower?

Nolan loves oxen and often likes to lay in the field by Vernworth with them. He’s done it so much that farmers leave him be and oxen take the sight of him as a sign for nap time. Any shade of red is his favorite. As for flowers, he doesn’t have a favorite but thinks they’re all very pretty.

Valkyrie has a fondness for griffins. She thinks they’re majestic creatures, and she can’t fault them for their actions because nature is at play. She secretly cried the first time she had to slay one early in their adventure. As for colors, she tends to prefer dark tones but doesn’t seem to have a favorite. As for flowers, Moonglows are her favorite. 

Do they have any pet peeves?

Nolan's number one pet peeve is drunks. He doesn’t like being around drunk people nor does he enjoy the smell that wafts his way when they’re near. He won’t say no to a mug of ale unless it’s from someone who’s already had fifty. Valkyrie’s pet peeve is loud people. She’ll talk to someone with a soft voice for hours, but if someone is unnecessarily loud she’s irritated immediately.

What is their preferred vocation and what drew them to it?

Previously answered here.

Are there any specific or unique items they carry with them?

Valkyrie carries a griffin feather Nolan gifts her during one of their first downtimes together. Looking at it brings a smile to her face, and it sort of becomes a good luck charm for her. Nolan adores the cape a woman he had helped in Vernworth made for him and takes great care of it. Even if he finds something better, he still prefers to keep the cape on. It was the first time he had received a gift that was meant only for him.

THE REST CAN BE FOUND HERE.

What are their monikers, and do they have a special meaning or story behind them?N/A

[asexual-levia-tan]

so i had a thought about asmo. but while i like asmo, i'm not an Asmo Enjoyer, so i could very easily just have missed something that is spelled out in maybe one of his spotlight events, or devilgrams, or even in the storyline and i just like super missed it because i only have eyes for like 3 characters

this is something i've kind of wondered about for a while now, and i even made a similar post a while back about it, when we learned about his pact with solomon. but i wonder if asmo really believes that people are in love him when he uses his charm on them.

because there have been moments where asmo attempts to use his charm on the mc, as if he wants to prove to himself that it doesn't work on them. that they like him for him, not because he's unintentionally (/intentionally) used his power on them.

(highkey stole this interpretation from uhh. that amnesia dating sim. theres a guy there with the same power and pre-amnesia mc was pretending that it didnt work on her so he ended up becoming interested in her because he thought it didn't work on her. idr if post-amnesia mc was actually immune or not pfft)

but then other times he talks about his power as if it "brings out true inner desires" and seems like he really thinks thats true. despite the fact that partway through og s1 satan and lucifer say that demons have hypnotism powers over humans, and asmo's "charm" is a stronger version of that. even if demon hypnotism was more like suggestion, asmo's version is probably strong enough in comparison to be hypnotism.

and like. has asmo been this charming from the start? we know that all of the brothers have had some aspects of their sins manifest even as angels. maybe asmo was just naturally charming in a normal way, which translated into being charming in a demonic way once he fell. but either way, whether it was as an angel or as a freshly fallen angel (especially as a freshly fallen angel) something like a natural hypnosis (which he can't fully turn off i think, if we're to go by that scene with simeon) would be uhhhhhhh. Bad. like i'm sure he would HATE it. hypnotism is. probably not very angelic. (never read the bible, maybe it is?)

so im wondering if maybe he's convinced himself that he is inherently lovable because otherwise he'd feel too guilty about just like. existing. as a creature that takes away others' free will by literally just being there.

this is of course ignoring all of his other self esteem issues which stem from "if im not beautiful do i even have anything going for me?" and probably have roots in lucifer trying to be loving but missing the mark when he called asmo the jewel of the heavens

[coffeeheartaddict2]

Everybody hurts Sometimes (5/?)

End of the road

Book: Open Heart (AU)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine

Word count: 2584

Warnings: sexual references

***trigger warning- this series will deal with themes of abandonment and addiction****

Category: Angst

Rating: 18+

Summary: An announcement sends shockwaves through the hospital and forces Ethan into some difficult decisions.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry

Authors note: have your comfort food ready and I am currently allowing anon messages so if you want to hate on me anonymously feel free. This is painful for me too ok.

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Casey awoke, pleasantly surprised that Ethan was still there. She moved a stray piece of hair of his forehead and he began to stir. He cuddles her and goes to kiss her and maybe another round before he goes but disappointingly Casey puts an end to that thought.

“My housemates do know, they were told after I was confronted by Dr Olsen but I would still like to get you out before they wake up.” Whispered Casey.

Ethan nodded and he reluctantly gets dressed. They walk down the hall and to the main area. Sienna and Elijah are already awake. Sienna offers Ethan a coffee but declines. Casey walks with him to outside the door. He kisses her. “I will see you at work.” He says before heading back to his apartment.

Ethan arrived at work, A meeting is in his calendar later with HR just after lunch. He makes note to mention it to Casey as he feels it would be a good opportunity to have the relationship on record. He looks at his watch and makes his way to the Atrium for morning announcements. Both Harper and Naveen are already there. Harper stated that there are not many announcements today but they were a shock. Harper announced that she was stepping down as chief of Medicine. Ethan could not say he was overly surprised, he had strong suspicions that she at times resented being in the role. What was said next shook Ethan to his core. “In my place, will be Dr Naveen Banerji.” All the thoughts he had overnight disappeared and there was more shocks to come. “My first act as Chief is to formally install Dr Casey Valentine as Junior fellow on our hospital’s esteemed Diagnostics team under the leadership of Dr Ethan Ramsey.”

Casey stood there in shock, she had not given the competition much thought, with the ethics hearing taking up most of her thoughts of late. She glanced up at Ethan and she could sense the turmoil. She knew he had crossed many of his personal boundaries that night in Miami and when he said he wanted to continue what they were. They had fallen in love that much she knew but was that going to be enough.

Casey went about her rounds, grateful to be back at work.

Meanwhile Ethan was back in his office, panicking. He was back to square one with what to do with Casey. With her being on the team it was his responsibility to oversee what is happening. It was not against policy strictly speaking but he knew there was a rumour that Casey had been sleeping with him to get ahead and being in a relationship in secret was now certainly more than she deserved. There was a knock at his door, it was Naveen. “I could not help but notice that you looked a little shocked,my boy.” Stated Naveen.

“That is one word for it” said Ethan.

“The team has been going great Ethan, your capabilities as leader I have no question.” Said Naveen.

“Me and Casey have been in a relationship secretly since Miami, Naveen. Now I am to be her direct supervisor.” Said Ethan as he slumps down into his chair. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

“ I have been running all the possibilities in my head Naveen. Baz does not spend enough time with patients and I am not having June supervising Casey, there were rumours that she slept her way to the top, it is sad because I know she did not use our relationship and I kept the work she did for me in regards to your care out of the ratings…”

“Then surely you can still keep your feeling’s separate ?”

Naveen you know as well as I do that HR will want an alternative reporting arrangement in place, I love her Naveen, she deserves so much more than the clandestine affair we have been having.”

Naveen is saddened to see how torn up his mentee is and also shocked. He knew of the turmoil when he was younger from his mother leaving. He had seen the on again off again with Harper but to hear his mentee say he was in love… well that is something Naveen thought he would never see.

“I could see there was something between you two whilst I was being treated. Please do not think I instilled Casey to torment you. She is on top, yes, I also believe she would have stayed there but I was never not going to reward her for saving my life.”

“Surely you could have taken the team back and still instilled Casey, she could have reported to you and I would not be in the mess I am now.”

“How is the team been run by me any different?”

“At least you would be her supervisor Naveen.”

“ I would have no qualms with you being Casey’s supervisor. I would also be happy to tell that to HR but I know you have your principles.” Naveen took his leave. Ethan still felt uneasy. What if things did not work out? What if the rumours impacted her work, especially if June bought into them. Also, too, Naveen would have very little time to see her work being chief, he knew the offer was genuine but he could not bring himself to accept it.

“Why did I have to fall in love?” He said to himself. Just then he received a phone call. It was Dr Hayden Grendfeld. He had met him at a few conferences and they got along.

“Hayden, a surprise to hear from you. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hello Ethan, I am putting a team together with WHO to head down to the Amazon. As you know there is that pandemic down there. Could use your expertise down there.”

He knows he shouldn’t answer right away but he does. “Count me in, he says, send me an email with dates and cc in Naveen as well.”

“Consider it done. Look forward to working with you finally.”

“Me too Hayden, me too.”

The call ends. He was going to get a lecture from Naveen he knew but to tell Casey. He had resigned himself to this conversation sure, but resigning himself to it happening and actually doing so, well they were two different things. He received the email and the mission started in two weeks. After reading the email there was a calendar notification with a meeting with Naveen that afternoon.

His meeting with HR went quick, it was a formality in signing a new contract of employment. He made his way to Naveen’s office. He could see his mentor was torn.

“I see you have accepted a request for Brazil.” Said Naveen, “You have just started work again and now you are going away for two months?”

“That pandemic is affecting a lot of people down there Naveen and they have even less access to decent healthcare. It is the mission , Naveen.”

“I know it is my boy and the fact you got headhunted, well there is not much I can do, but Ethan, your relationship with Casey…”

“I know you said you were happy to oversee her work but with you as chief, how is that practical? Yes you said you would endorse me being her supervisor but what if we split up and it becomes unworkable? Her being on the team and being her direct supervisor has been playing on my mind for awhile now, Naveen, her recent suspension and you being cured gave me hope but you dashed it one foul swoop. She deserves to have her work and achievements untarnished and she sure as hell deserves more than a clandestine tryst and Naveen, with me as her supervisor she can not have both.”

Naveen had never seen Ethan this upset, ever and felt bad that he causing it.

“Well I am sorry for upsetting you Ethan, truly.”

Ethan nods, and leaves the office. He heads back to his office, to start getting everything in order but all he can think about is Casey and the chat he wish he did not have to have.

He had hoped that Casey would see him that night but she was tired after her shift. They met the next day at Derry Roasters. She could sense that he was troubled but she was glad that he wanted to come over after work. Little did Casey know that her world was going to be turned upside down.

They met in the carpark after her shift. He kissed her deeply and then they drove to his apartment.

They arrived and Ethan got to cooking dinner, it was steak and vegetables. They enjoyed their meal but Casey could see Ethan was nervous.

“Why are you so nervous Ethan, I can see you have been troubled since yesterday’s bombshell announcements.”

“You would be right, I would be lying if I said I had not thought about, with you being on top of the competition but with Naveen her cured and him stating he wanted to come back to work, well I assumed he would have retaken the team but the chief announcement threw me.”

“But with Naveen back then the competition would have been null en void surely.”

“I think he would enjoy a five member team and to be honest so would I. But that is not the point.

I am at the point where I want to be more public with our relationship, you have always deserved more than the clandestine affair we have been having. But being your supervisor, I would have to have an alternative reporting arrangement. The other two members could but they have their downsides, Baz does not spend a lot of time with patients so it is not fully workable. Then there is June. She can be manipulative and having you report to her from the get go would raise questions, that and the allegations that you slept with me to gain advantage, well I can’t rule out her undermining you from the outset. Naveen is happy to endorse but if the worst happens….”

Casey takes a breath.

“I know my roommates know. To my knowledge they were never suspicious of anything untoward, I do not mind being a secret, Ethan.”

“If this was some type of arrangement then I would be ok with that but I love you Casey.

“I love you too, Ethan” says Casey, with tears in her eyes.

“So what are we going to do?”

“We have to end this, believe me, I do not want too, but I do not see another way forward.”

“How is being broken up going to be any easier? I mean it is not like we can avoid each other all the time…”

“I received an invitation to head down to Brazil as apart of a team with WHO to assist with the pandemic down there. I will go in two weeks.”

“If things were different would you go?”

“I would, it is an honour and the indigenous people down there but I would have told you before I accepted, hell I would probably try and get you to come down with me, it would be an experience that is for sure.”

Ethan is trying to hold back some tears. “I am so sorry Casey but you do deserve so much more better than what I can give you. Casey nods and takes her leave. She could see the look of longing on his face but she also wanted out of there.

The two weeks go quickly. Ethan found it painful working with Casey, he hoped it would be easier after two months apart.

It was the night before he was due to leave. He was doing some last minute packing. There was a knock at his door. He was surprised to see Casey there; he invites her in and they sit down in the kitchen.

“The last two weeks have been horrible, seeing the longing I feel reflected back at me. I wanted you so badly that night but I also wanted out but I know I am going to regret not having you one last time before you go.”

“Thank god” said Ethan before he kissed her hungrily yet sweetly. He wanted to savour this time as it was going to be the last time. He undoes her blouse, running his hands around her curves, paying attention to her breasts. He slides one strap down, exposing a breast, Casey’s breath hitches as his tongue traces circles around the hardened peak before gently sucking. He does the same to the other breast and kisses his way down, laying waste to her skirt and underwear. He runs a finger through her folds, the movement causing Casey to buck her hips. He marvels at how wet and how responsive she is to his touch. He gently moves one leg over his shoulder and kissed the inside of her thigh. Casey moans in anticipation, finally he runs his tongue around her swollen bub, slowly at first then he quickens. Casey moans and he moves her tongue through her folds and in. One hand is on her waist and the other massages her breast. Casey is light headed and can not thing straight. She can feel herself getting close as Ethan again pays more attention to her clit. He suddenly stops which causes Casey to mewl in protest. He stands up, hoisting her around his waist.

“As much as I love watching you come, I want to come inside you first tonight.” He says before kissing her. She can still taste herself and she moans as he start kissing the column of her neck. He walks them to his bedroom. He gently places her on the bed, partially sitting up. He kisses her again, guiding his hardened member to her entrance. He works his way in slowly, causing Casey to moan, she rolls her head back when he is fully sheathed and moans his name. She places one leg across his lower back as he starts to move in and out. The angle is one Casey loves as he hits that spot from the get go. He starts off slow but gets quicker, Casey’s moans and eventual screams guiding him.

She starts to clench which causes him to feel that all to familiar twitching. He sucks her nipple and increases his speed until he comes, triggering Casey’s climax. He helps her ride it out. They lay there in bed. Memorizing how each others body feels. He kisses her again. “I regret that ending us was the only way forward, but I never regretted us, not for a minute.” Said Ethan.

“I am sad too..” she wants to say I still love you but refrains. Casey sits up and goes to find her clothes but Ethan grabs her hand. “I want you to stay, let us enjoy this last night.”

Casey smiled, sadly and cuddles into Ethan. They go another round and both fall into a bittersweet sleep.

Casey gets up early and leaves a note for Ethan wishing him a safe journey. He makes it with plenty of time to Logan to begin the work. He thinks about Casey and the night before, how loving it was, despite being over and the regret of his decision starts to sink in.

“This is going to be a long two months” he says to himself under his breath.

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Authors note: thank you for reading this far. That chapter was tough to write, even with how I planned it in my head. Next couple of chapters you will be able to readily see where there are changes to canon. More of the roller coaster will be coming and the trigger warning will come into play in a few chapters too.

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[strideofpride]

Heyyy hear me out..a wonderful life hod au..or an au post series where something happens that causes the yeehaw six to have never fallen in love with their respective partners or remember each other except lemon

Okay, I wasn't entirely sure what you meant by this, but I'm choosing to interpret it as post series Lemon wakes up in 2011 Lemon's body:

I think the first thing she'd do, because she's not thinking about anyone else in this moment, is break things off with George so she can be with Lavon.

Lavon is thrilled of course, but George is a mess, and it causes a BIG capital M Mess. All of a sudden the Mayor and the Town Lawyer are basically in a blood feud, people take sides (Brick is on George's for sure), it's capital B Bad.

Pretending for a second that Wade and George being kind of at odds in the first few eps was purposeful and their lifelong friendship was not a retcon, Wade and George are not in a good place so Wade chooses Lavon which pisses George off since Lavon was the one who was the cheater and now things between Wade and George are a mess too.

And of course, Lemon's like "holy shit, what have I done. I didn't think this through and do it in a way to prevent all of this Mess."

And that's when Zoe Hart rolls into town.

George and Zoe get together almost immediately. Except it's also a mess because neither one of them are in a good place at all, not even a little bit.

And Wade and Zoe still have that attraction of course. But Wade's self esteem in 2011 is still so low, and to Wade even Complete Wreck George Tucker feels like a better option than himself. How could he ever compete with George? So, he doesn't. And becomes his asshole early s2 self.

And of course, AB is still married to Jake in all of this, who Lemon knows is gonna cheat, but how could you go to your bestest friend and be like "your husband is gonna cheat on you in six months, leave his ass now, also the ex-fiance I just publicly dumped is the man you're meant to be with" without sounding like a loon?

So, Lemon tells Lavon the truth. I'm from x years in the future and we're married and happy but none of this went down the way it was supposed to, please help me fix it.

Lavon is understandably skeptical but he does feel guilty about what he did to George and he hates seeing Wade like this and even his new tenant Zoe Hart seems like she's in a bad place so yeah, okay.

Together, they find a way to expose Jake before he even leaves AB, and then Lemon suggests George should be her divorce lawyer.

AB is just like..."what? You want me to use your mess of an ex-fiance, the corporate lawyer to be my divorce lawyer? Your ex fiance who I don't even like? "And Lemon's like "uh huh yeah you heard me bitch, George is the best man for the job".

And well, AB will admit that she was impressed by the big case George won against Fillmore last year, so okay yeah.

George is understandably confused. "We don't like each other and you took my ex's side in our very public break-up and cheered her on and also I'm not even a divorce lawyer???" But he never liked Jake Nass and he could use an easy win so okay fine. Why not?

While George and AB are forced to spend more time together by necessity, Lavon starts sabotaging shit back at the house, all in an effort to push Zoe and Wade closer (based off memories Wade had told Lemon over the years). He refuses to fix the fuse, claims both the carriage house and the gate house need to be fumigated at the same time so they're forced under one roof, etc. etc.

And since Lemon's hanging around more, by virtue of dating Lavon and all, she starts planting little bugs in Wade's ear. "You deserve better, you could be a great man, I know you secretly like Zoe but you're going about everything entirely the wrong way, etc. etc." Subtlety is not in Lemon's nature.

Lemon also makes an effort to befriend Zoe. There's no George between them now anyway. But of course, Lemon also takes advantage to place some doubts in Zoe's head about George. "And I dated the man for fifteen years, so I know what I'm talking about!" And of course, to not so subtly nudge her towards Wade.

It turns out, getting Wade & Zoe and George & AB together like this is not that hard. By being forced to spend all that time together (plus with Lemon's manipulations), they are able to have the space they need to fall for one another. Zoe and George have a very amicable, "yeah, this was really just a rebound break-up" and that's that.

Getting the bad blood dissolved between the guys is much harder. Specifically between George and Lavon even though Lavon has apologized a thousand times by now. It takes the entire town to be like "George you're so much happier now anyway with AB! You and Lemon never would've worked out! Also we're really really tired of only being able to go to certain places in town" because the entire town took sides like that episode in Gilmore Girls where certain businesses were Team Luke and some were Team Lorelai and you couldn't patronize businesses of the opposite team.

And so the hatchet is reluctantly buried for the sake of the town. Things aren't quite the same, but they're still good. The end.

[scalamore]

[Spoiler/Thoughts] Lari + Romance

It's easy for readers to blame Lari for being oblivious to Rupert's affection, but the story gives us a good reason: Lari has no experience in romance. Lari is a big fan of romance novels, but she herself has never fallen in love, or had much experience with men in general (recall her low-self esteem because she never had any marriage proposal or had much interactions with men in TL1). She always thought he was a bit TOO attentive and nice, but she always attributed it to him being a very nice guy who cares for those close to him. As the story progressed though, Lari starts feeling uncomfortable around him for no reason - she worries about him a lot, she's always so concerned about him. Her heart feels heavy, and hurts.

In Ch 67 (novel ver), as she looks at him and thinks about how his mother didn't love him, her heart ached and starts shaking, and she leaves him to rest as she makes porrige/dumplings

In Ch 84, she attributes these feelings of a heavy heart as guilt because 'she was taking advantage of him'. (no lari, you weren't...)

But the thing is, is after she breaks her bond with Rupert in Vol 5 - these feelings continue - if anything, they get worse. She didn't understand - she already ended their relationship, there's no reason for her to feel guilt anymore?? she stopped deceiving and using him? While she was at Countess Lemille's seaside villa - a maid had told her that her heavy heart was probably from homesickness and missing someone who was important to her (bingo! She really misses the palace and Rupert). After a long separation (6 months?), the moment she sees Rupert again, her heart starts beating like crazy, it hurt so much that she couldn't describe it, and she starts blushing like mad the moment she heard his voice again after so long. When she and Rupert have their first heart-to-heart talk, she admits she doesn't hate him... but for some reason, whenever she sees him now, she feels that her heart hurts so much, as if it was being stabbed with a needle. Especially when he smiles so brightly around her - her heart hurts so much that she feels like she'll die.

After they become a couple, Lari admits that the if she's away from Rupert for a while, she feels a different longing for him than her family - it's more of a heartbreaking pain. She misses him that much.

---

I think this is absolutely brilliant writing. Just like Rupert, Lari doesn't understand [love], that she loves him as well. For her, love manifests as an aching heart, feelings of uneasiness, shortness of breath, weakness, even nausea/discomfort that she first mistakes for guilt. Because she does care for him, and empathizes with his situation, is genuinely worried for him, and keeps on thinking about him.

And when you think about it, if for Lari an aching heart is a manifestation of her feelings for Rupert, then the earliest this happens is in Ch 60.

In this case, the events of Ch 55-59 where Lari finds out the truth of Rupert's past and chooses to stay by his side is a key event for both of them:

Rupert now has hope for the future through Lari, considers her a safe spot of warmth and compassion; and Lari no longer sees Rupert as a monster, but a normal [human].

[qierxing]

Obligations

Yan! Zhongli x Reader

Word Count: 2,837

How long can a man talk before he runs out of air?

Scratch that. How long can this man talk before you decide to strangle him?

"...as such, the rivers, plains, and mountains that are said to have been the remains of what is left of the dead gods remains…."

The intonation of Mr. Zhongli's voice nearly puts you to sleep at the ornate dining table, and if it weren't for the fact that you were at an esteemed establishment (even if you two were in a private room), you surely would've face planted and fallen asleep right there on the mahogany wood. But you don't, because it would be an insult to the very man (and the food) who invited you on this outing.

Mr. Zhongli is a respectable man and apparently, a good friend in your family's circles. Even though you've never met the man till now, even you're aware of his shining reputation; aunties giggling on how he's so charming and polite, cousins admiring his knowledge and strength, and other relatives likewise praising him to high Celestia and above.

And he is, you suppose, very handsome. His face is beautiful; high, defined cheekbones, molten amber eyes that glow warmly, pretty curved pink lips and nose to match. A good face, your auntie would say if she was here. An auspicious face.

“And that is how the geography of Liyue came to be...”

You're sure anyone in your position would be swooning over how his voice flowed like the trickling rivers that ran through Guili plains, but you just wished he would shut up at some point. Not even the delicious spread of food at the glass carousel wheel could distract from his tirade, and that was saying something.

Speaking of, why did he order so much food for only the two of you?

'In Liyue, you can always eat till you drop!' A saying that always echoed among the locals, and still holds true today. But even then, the intricately painted línglóng porcelain holding the remnants of steamed egg soup, roasted duck, squirrel fish, and more and more food, are way too excessive, even if he wanted to impress you.

You idly push around the Tianshu meat on your plate as he continues to drone on, wondering when you can politely excuse yourself without being rude.

-

"So, how was the dinner?" You internally groan as your mom's barely concealed excitement in her voice shows.

"Mama, we just sat there and talked." Well, Zhongli was the one doing most of the talking. But you weren't about to say that, not when you know a lecture awaits that answer.

"Isn't he a very handsome man?" Your mother's eyes gleam dangerously and a resigned sigh leaves your lips as she barrels on confidently. "Doesn't he seem like the perfect husband?!"

"Mama, it's ten in the morning…" What you wouldn’t give to eat your congee in peace.

"He is a respectable man, and quite knowledgeable to boot."

"Not you too, Baba!"

Your father merely chuckles as he continues reading the daily newspaper, and you roll your eyes as he continues chuckling behind the printed pages. Your mother swats at him to finish his porridge, turning to you with a frown on her wrinkled face. You brace yourself, knowing exactly what is coming next.

"[First Name], you're already of marriageable age, you should be looking for your future spouse! Your parents are growing old and when we die-"

"I will be perfectly fine without a husband." You cut her off, rubbing at your forehead. It was too early in the morning for this talk.

"Aiya, I don't want our only child to be by themselves! We will never know peace once we pass away, so much worry-"

You tune the rest of the lecture out, not even having the energy to refute her worries.

When you leave the house to take a walk, you meet the infamous Mr. Zhongli again.

"What a coincidence, I am also taking a walk to clear the mind. Would you perhaps like to join me?" And trapped by societal politeness, and the fact that this man did order you a three course meal the previous night, you agree.

So it's to your surprise that he does not immediately initiate dialogue as the both of you stroll leisurely through the stone gardens in Yunjin terrace, and a comfortable silence falls.

"You seem to have a lot on your mind." You turn to meet his gaze, and then away. Your frustration burns at you in the remainder of the morning's argument, but it dissipates at his concerned face. It is not his fault, you reason, that your mother wants you to court him for a possibility. For fortune. Despite the man's shortcomings, he is nothing but a gentleman.

"I don't want to pry but...I have heard that talking about your thoughts might ease your mind?"

You pause for a long time, breathing out your nose as you close your eyes.

"My parents want me to marry you." You've never been one to mince words, much to your mother's dismay at trying to teach you etiquette. "They think that you're a good match. And they're paranoid about me becoming a spinster."

There's silence for a moment and you open your eyes to not a face of disgust or shock, but rather one of musing.

"And you, [First Name]? What do you think?"

You turn your gaze to the water.

"Honestly? I don't know. I don't know you well enough to make that judgement. I know my parents are worried, but I don't want to get married for the sake of not being alone. I think it's rather selfish, to wish that solely for your partner."

The words tumble out of your mouth, one after another and you wonder how it is that it's easier to confess this to an acquaintance than your own parents.

"I was under the impression that people often like to pursue lasting romance in their lives. It's interesting to see this is not always true." Zhongli hums, hand coming to stroke his chin thoughtfully.

"Perhaps? I don't know. I've always been content with my friends." Shrugging your shoulders, you sigh. "Who knows? Maybe I have yet to meet the right person."

Zhongli hums again in response, seemingly in deep thought with a small frown pulling at his lips. A silence falls once again, and an awkward atmosphere falls upon the both of you.

"Oh yes, I never did thank you for the delicious dinner last night." You note offhandedly, half distracted by the swimming carp in the clear pond water. The water trails are hypnotic, and they help take your mind off the stressful morning you had.

"It was nothing. For my friend's precious child, that was the least I could do." He modestly replies, and you deadpan. It was nothing? A three course meal at Xinyue Pavillion, nothing? You know that squirrel fish did not have a low price tag.

"Regardless, I'm very thankful for your generosity." After all, not many tolerated your blunt, forthright personality, least of all the potential suitors your mother always brought before you. The memory makes you feel guilty at the irritation you had back then at the dinner. "The next time, I insist we have dinner at Wanmin--I've heard their black back perch stew is to die for. My treat."

He hums, and turns to you with a heartbreaking smile, a far cry from his previous countenance. "Is that a promise?"

You raise your eyebrow, "What are you, Morax? Yes, it's a promise, unless you hate fish, I guess."

His amused chuckles are soft but light a warm hearth in your heart.

-

Your mother is growing more daring than you remember.

She shoves you out the door as if you're some kind of fancy wrapped gift to offer to Mr. Zhongli, and there's a manic glee in her eyes as she eyes you and him standing together like a couple.

"[First Name] has been looking forward to this, haven't you, sweetie?"

The Liyuen hanfu she forced you into were a different cut than the modern cheongsam dresses of the current trends. Archaic, if you dare call it that. While some traditionalists still donned hanfu, it was not as common to see it in the streets. When she was shoving you in the under robes, she muttered about how it was something passed down in the family. Which explained a lot. These days, hanfu like this were something of a rich antiquity.

You sigh deeply, tugging your translucent pibo around you tighter as you decide to humor her, if only to get her to stop embarrassing yourselves and leave faster.

"Yes, quite."

Zhongli hums, and when you turn to face him, you're almost unnerved at how his eyes sharpen and scan over you, pupils slit like a dragon's. The moment is gone in a flash and he merely smiles at you gently before taking your hand in his gloved one.

"In that case, shall we get going?"

The nightlife of Liyue is in full swing and Zhongli tugs you closer, and there's something intimate in the way he presses you firmly into his side, the warmth he exudes sending pleasurable tingles down your body.

"Do forgive me for being so bold, [First Name]," He addresses you so tenderly, that you blush when you look back up from your joined hands, "You look absolutely radiant tonight."

How is it this man manages to say such an embarrassing thing so smoothly? What is his secret? He doesn’t seem like the playboys that often loiter around the downtown area of the harbor. You look away, unable to meet his eyes that reflect the lanterns and make his pupils glow.

"T-Thank you, Zhongli, you're too kind."

His eyes never seem to leave you, even when taking in the lovely scenery of Liyue at night. For the bright lanterns glitter and glow on the ocean waves, but his own pupils are glued to your being when you look in your peripheral.

“Is there something on my face?” Tearing your eyes away from the street in front of you, you turn to meet his gaze straight on.

He merely smiles.

“No.” He pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, the gesture innocuous, but leaving a burning trail where his finger tips touch your skin. “I believe we have arrived.”

Thankfully you can excuse the burning in your cheeks and neck away with the spices that the Li cuisine favors. If anyone asks, it was the black back parch stew making you look flushed and out of sorts. Never mind the fact that Chef Mao looks quite amused at the fact you’re sputtering in response to his cheeky questions about you showing up with a man to your favored restaurant.

When you look up from checking to make sure your hanfu didn’t get any stains, Zhongli is uncorking a white bottle and pouring it into your cups. At your questioning look, he replies, “Dàqūjiǔ. The Li technique ferments wheat for about two to three months. This one in particular, has a fine aroma after being fermented for a while.”

“Hoh…” You chuckle at his explanation, “You really do know everything.”

“Hardly. I cannot say I know as much as the regular scholar…nonetheless, to good fortune!”

Echoing his cheer, you raise your cup and drink.

The alcohol burns your throat, and you’re reminded of your low alcohol tolerance. Yet, your fellow friend refills your cup just as easily, and who are you to refuse him? By the time you’re on your fourth cup, your world is spinning and you’ve developed a headache.

“Ahaha…wow...everything...is...moving…” You slur incomprehensibly and slump onto the bamboo table.

“Oh dear, we best get you back. In this condition, you’re too vulnerable.”

“No way...if I go back with you...my mom….she won’t let me…!” You raise your head from the cool table, but the effort of doing that makes you groan.

Zhongli all too easily picks you up bridal style, and after bidding goodbye to Chef Mao with a hefty bag of mora, he walks down the now empty streets of Liyue.

“Won’t let you what, dear heart?” He hums, stroking your face gently with the pad of his thumb.

“Won’t let me...let...us...ugh…”

“[First Name], do you like me?”

“Mmh...yeah…” Is all he gets, but the stilted, jagged answer is enough for him. The content smile that breaks his face belies the haunting glow of his molten eyes.

-

When you step out of the door of your bedroom, you're accosted by your sobbing mother.

"Ma-Mama?! What's the matter?" You frantically ask, pushing at her shoulders.

"Oh my sweet child, oh I'm so happy for you! When were you going to tell me, you brat?!"

"Tell you what?!"

"That you're marrying Zhongli, sweetie! Oh, this is such a momentous occasion--"

You're too shell shocked that you do not hear her next words. What? Marry? Zhongli? What on Teyvat was going on--

"--Hurry up, he's waiting for you in the living room!" You're snapped out of your daze when you're ushered hastily into the room, casual robes and all, right in front of the very person you had so many questions for.

The door shutting behind you does not muffle the excited chatter from your parents and you wince when you hear your mother excitedly bantering with your father. Turning and meeting an intense gaze, you feel like you’ve stepped into an arena with a monster.

"Zhongli, why are my parents under the impression we're marrying?"

His golden eyes crinkle in delight at your blunt words, "Because we are, my dear heart."

D-Dear heart?!

"I don't understand."

"What is there not to understand?" You step back as he rises from the cozy armchair he was given. It only just occurs to you how ridiculously tall this man is, and he towers over you, like a mountain.

"I believe we share a mutual attraction. After all, last night only proved it." He leans over and you flinch as he gently cups your face with a small smile.

"We've only known each other for a couple days!" You protest, leaning your face out of his hands. His smile dips into a displeased frown, hands falling to his sides.

"Why need more time to prove what is already there?" He tilts his head. “If this is a matter about your dowry, I’m sure I can help--”

“This isn’t about mora! Zhongli, this is moving way too fast--”

“Is that so? If I’m correct, I believe that your family’s come upon some hard times, no?” And you’re left breathless, struck silent. “Not down to the pits, but just one little slip and...well, your father’s business is already taking loans, isn’t it?”

Your teeth are grinding so hard against each other to the point where it echoes in your head.

“Marry me, [First Name], and you won’t have to worry about any of that. After all, I’ve always had enough good fortune to share. Are you so willing to crush your parent’s hopes and dreams for their child?”

“I-” Your mother’s tears on her weathered face come to mind, wrinkles from stress deeply indented in her skin. Your father, weary, veiny hands covered in scars from hard manual labor, shoulders slumped from his strength sapping. And you realize with a bone chilling fear that this man, this man was threatening to destroy the very foundation of your life.

He smiles upon seeing your uncertain visage, gritted teeth, clenched fists and trembling body.

"You'll look beautiful in red and gold."

-

How numb you feel!

Having to sit there while being dressed, being fawned over by your cousins, cried over by your mother and aunties, and your father and uncles chuckling over your good fortune. All the while, you cannot bring yourself to bring even the fakest smile to your face, only being able to muster up a sheepish smile, but it is of no concern, as everyone seems to mistake it for a shy front for a person about to marry their true love.

At least that’s how your mother is spinning it to your giggling aunties. And even when the festivities are over, you know that this is not the end.

Bare fingers trace your cheeks and lift your veil as a chaste kiss is placed on your lips.

This was supposed to be a day of joy.

Said fingers begin to trail down your body, and more sobs begin to shake your body. When you think about it, this might be the first time you felt his skin touch your own. Zhongli has always dressed conservatively, even covering his hands with his gloves. Thinking about it longer makes your skin crawl.

This was supposed to be--

Zhongli hums appreciatively into your collarbone as he slips your wedding garb off your shoulders, your world collapses and dims, with only a haunting amber light as your guide.

[libertybri]

Can I request companions react to a chubby sole who falls for them but is insecure so they leave them at sanctuary and start traveling alone or with another companion?

Sorry if this ask is a bother! I really like your asks and such btw!!

*this is going to be a longer one so buckle up and enjoy the ride, y’all

The companion knew something was up when Sole began acting standoffish in their travels together, using one-worded, seemingly uninterested responses in conversation and avoiding even looking at them most of the time. They contemplated whether it was something they said that put Sole off, did they insult them in some way? Surely Sole would have told them if that were the case. They knew how much the companion cared for them and would never want to hurt them. So when Sole finally decides to trek back to Sanctuary, [Fizztop Grille for Nuka-companions] and they leave them there to begin traveling on their own, they attempt to piece together what truly happened. For some it was easier than others…

MacCready:

It took him longer than he would like to admit to realize Sole left him because they had fallen, although MacCready thought he had made his own feelings to them very clear. It didn’t dawn on him that Sole was insecure of their body and it never would until they flat out told him. “That’s ridiculous, Sole! How could you hate the way you look? You’re fricken gorgeous!” He chooses flattery and genuine attraction to woo the insecure Sole, and of course it works.

Hancock:

He is slightly annoyed once he realizes that Sole left him because of their insecurities. Sure he understands, he has plenty of his own. However, he thinks that they’re only being dramatic. “Honey, have you seen me? Take a good look. If I can flaunt this sexy shriveled mess, then you can flaunt those stunning curves. Heh heh. C’mon, Sunshine, you’ve got nothin’ to be ashamed of.”

Cait:

She wouldn’t even let Sole make it passed Red Rocket, stomping after them fuming with hurt and annoyance. She would demand an answer immediately and would continue on her hot rage streak until she notices Sole’s features filled with gloom as they tell her the true issue. She would soften and take a gentle hold of Sole’s arms as she moves closer to them. “Oh ‘ye idiot! ‘Ye think I care ‘bout that? If anythin’ it’s the reason I was drawn to ‘ye in the first place. What? ‘Ye thought I was jus’ twiddlin’ my thumbs walking behind ‘ye all this time?”

Piper:

She knew immediately. Piper watched Sole’s mannerisms and the way they isolated themself especially when eating. She pieced it together probably the quickest of all the companions and ultimately thought it was quite ridiculous. She would catch up with Sole and give them a stern look before ripping them a new one. “You think you can get rid of me that easily, Blue? Come on, you’re not the only one with some curves around here. Nothing to be ashamed of, hun.” She would jokingly pat her larger hip and smile at Sole, easing their issues quickly.

Nick:

For a detective, it actually takes him a pretty good time to understand why Sole left him behind. He contemplates all of the things to say to them on his way back to his office when he runs into them again. Before they can turn the other way and avoid him, he calls out for them. “Hey doll, I know why you left me. Now I don’t usually like to scold people for, uh, low self-esteem. That’s usually an issue someone has to work out on their own. But you and I are a great team, so I’m not going to let ya stick this one out on your own either. Why don’t you come back with me, beautiful?”

Preston:

He definitely picks up on Sole’s behavior but makes no comment on it until they choose to randomly leave him behind. Before Sole can walk away, he asks for their attention once more and questions their behavior. Once he realizes the truth, he takes Sole in his arms. “I wish you had told me sooner, Gen- Sole. I think you are just marvelous as you are. Everything about you is perfect, inside and out.”

Danse:

Any other time, Danse would allow Sole to leave him and go, however with their strange behavior toying with his mind, he simply cannot allow them to leave before getting answers. After Sole tells him how they are feeling, he goes in to comfort them. “Solider, my feelings for you are also… strong, and very confusing. While I fell for your kind heart, I have to admit that your, um, figure… kind of drew me in.” O.O

Maxson:

He is slightly annoyed that he had followed Sole out into the Commonwealth only for them to leave him at one of their settlements without further explanation. Knowing they would have to report to him eventually, he would head back to the Prydwen and wait for them to come to him. When they do, he immediately scolds them and demands an answer. After getting an answer he doesn’t particularly like, he would shy away from the conversation but attempt to console them. “I have feelings for you as well, you know that. You are… absolutely stunning, to say the least. I hope my words can ease you somewhat.”

Curie:

She wouldn’t be able to understand Sole’s reasoning for leaving her behind until the two met up again. To which she would then immediately question Sole, innocently asking if it was something she did to send them away. Ridden with guilt for making Curie feel this way, Sole would tell her the truth much to her confusion. “But madame/monsieur, you are perfectly healthy! Is that not what matters most?”

Deacon:

He catches onto their behavior after a while of traveling together and really pieces it all together after they try to leave him behind. Deacon will wordlessly allow them to leave him, but secretly trail them until he can think of the right words to say at confrontation. Once coming face-to-face with Sole once again, Deacon will cross his arms like a scolding parent and furrow his brows at his partner. “Here I was thinking we had something good going on, then you up and leave me without an explanation.” He sighs dramatically before continuing. “I forgive you, on one condition. Please stop swaying those hips when you walk! I am just dying, so entranced. Honestly boss, it’s quite dangerous since you’re distracting me from my job.”

Desdemona:

She somewhat catches onto Sole’s behavior but still doesn’t understand the ‘why’. Before Sole can leave her, she questions it. Getting the answer she didn’t want was disappointing to say the least, but Desdemona took it upon herself to make sure Sole felt otherwise even if they still chose to leave her behind. “Not only are you one of our smartest and strongest agents, you also have a kind heart and that’s what matters most. And I mean, hey, that figure isn’t too bad either. Definitely better looking than most, I’ll tell you that.”

Glory:

“Oh no ya don’t!” She refuses to let Sole leave her and takes her partner by their forearm, holding them until they give her a straight answer for their weird behavior. Once it was given, Glory would release them and fondly take their hand instead. “You don’t really think that matters, do you? Please, if anything it makes you even more attractive as you already are. Haven’t you heard them say, there’s more to love? Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Tinker Tom:

He doesn’t really let Sole leave him, following them almost like a lost puppy. Although he doesn’t quite pick up on their strange behavior at first, he demands an answer in the most polite form. With Sole telling him of their insecurity and basically unleashing their feelings. He warmly takes their hand. “A little chub never hurt anyone. Here, look at mine!” He proudly pats his slightly pouched belly and smiles at Sole. “See? Ain’t hurting anyone, so ain’t nothing to be afraid of.”

Magnolia:

She would realize that Sole was feeling a bit insecure not too much later than their change in actions, picking up on bits of conversation that were off to her. Before Sole could leave her, she would confront them. After getting the truth out of them, she would just chuckle and kiss their cheek. “Honey, you are by far the most beautiful person, in and out, to walk into my life. Don’t think I’m just going to let you walk out now.”

Sturges:

He was only confused for the most part. As he had agreed to travel with Sole, only for them to bring him back to Sanctuary not too much later. He would be sad about it but wait for them to return and then question them. Once Sole told him how they felt, he would not hesitate to take them into his arms and flatter them. “Darlin’, you are so stunnin’. Truth be told, I was real disappointed when ya told me to wait here ‘cause I was gettin’ real used to lookin’ at your purty self all the time.”

X6-88:

He will wait for them for as long as they need to be away. Once they come back to get him, he will be hesitant to question why he was left behind in the first place. After Sole explains to him, he is still beyond confused with their reasoning. “But xir, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You have quite the healthy figure.”

Gage:

He would never realize what Sole’s issue was until they flat out told him. He would, however, wait a while before chasing after Sole and demanding an answer. After they tell him, he kind of just looks at them questioningly and shakes his head. “It’s refreshin’ to see somethin’ like yourself, I’ll tell ya that much, Boss. Heh, that body ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of.”

Mason:

He cannot piece together the reason Sole left him, nor does he even care for reasoning. He will chase them down without a second thought and angrily express his annoyance with them. “First you tell me that you want me to travel with you, then you leave me at Fizztop to wait for however long you please. Ain’t gonna happen that way, Boss.” After Sole explains to him their reasoning, he still would be reluctant to show softer emotions. “Well… don’t let it happen again. You know you’re fucking hot anyway, right?”

Mags Black:

Because she makes a point to studying the Overboss, she realizes what their issue is before they even leave her behind. She will give them their space to recollect their feelings before approaching them again accusingly. “So you thought you could get rid of me? Won’t be that easy, unfortunately.” She jokes with Sole and hesitantly takes their hand. “I know the reason you left me, and I think it was pretty stupid. Don’t let it happen again. You’re quite the sight to look at and I was missing you dearly.”

Nisha:

She is annoyed with Sole and goes back to her own place. She doesn’t attempt to find them and waits for them to come to her. Only then she will bring up that they left for a very stupid reason and ridicule them for it. “If you leave me like that again, I can only assume you don’t like what we have going on here. I don’t care that you’re a little bigger, idiot.”

William Black:

He pieces together that Sole is insecure about something as they’ve fallen for him and he never can quite figure it out on his own. The way he sees the Boss, they are absolutely perfect in his eyes and have nothing to be ashamed of. Though he doesn’t know or understand what they dislike about themself, as he catches up to them, he lets them know just how much he thinks it’s nonsense. “Boss, there isn’t a thing about you that’s off-putting. Even those Pack folk with half a brain can see just how damn gorgeous you are.”