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Rufus Shinra Physical Disability Headcanons
So, I don’t know if this is headcanon, partially canon, or canon, but I believe that Rufus, after the events of On The Way To A Smile, is permanently physically disabled. And I decided to write some headcanons about it.
(For reference, I’m physically disabled. I have chronic pain in my right knee that causes me to have to use a mobility aid. I don’t always use a mobility aid but I do when I’m having a bad pain day. So far, I’ve only used a cane due to the fact that other mobility aids are extremely expensive. These headcanons are based on what I’ve learned from other physically disabled people, along with my own experiences.)
Rufus, if I remember correctly, had injured his foot, ribs, and neck. Due to the fact that he ended up being kidnapped and mistreated multiple times, his injuries never properly healed. And even though he was cured of geostigma, he still had it for a while so it probably took a toll on his body. So, nowadays, he’s left with injuries that aren’t properly healed, chronic pain, chronic fatigue, and all sorts of other issues.
He doesn’t always use the same mobility aid. On bad days, he’s more likely to use a wheelchair. Or if he’s going anywhere long distance. But on better days, he’s more likely to use a cane or forearm crutches. And, not as often, he does have days where he doesn’t use any mobility aids.
If there’s ever a time where he gets a sudden flare up and he doesn’t have the proper mobility aid with him, he will have one of the Turks, preferably Tseng, carry him. Look, he may not be President of Shinra anymore, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be treated like he still is.
At first, Rufus was really self conscious of his disabilities. In his eyes, they were a weakness. A way of showing that he needs help from others. Which is something he always insisted he didn’t need. It took a while for him to accept that it isn’t bad he needs help with his disabilities.
Actually, this acceptance of his disabilities was because of the Turks. They always treated him like he was the same Rufus. They didn’t look down on him. They still took him seriously.
In canon, we know that Rufus helps fund the WRO. I like to think that him and Reeve set up a program for disabled people. After the end of the world and geostigma, there was a definite increase in disabilities. So Rufus and Reeve decided to set up a program to help those people.
Rufus, as we see in Advent Children, isn’t afraid to be on the frontlines. Even if he can’t fight the same as he used to, he’s still quite the foe to face. I mean, he jumped out of an exploding building and shot Jenova in the head.
Due to geostigma, he’s developed chronic fatigue. He tends to take short naps throughout the day to help him. Rufus typically takes these naps by laying on Darkstar.
Rufus tends to keep his mobility aids plain. He never decorates them. This is for a few reasons. One, stuff to decorate mobility aids with is rare to come by. Two, he likes the look of plain things. He wears very basic colors. And three, having a lack of individuality is safer if he ever needs to go out. Most of the world thinks he’s dead and it’s better if it stays that way.
#rufus shinra#darkstar#tseng#reno#rude#elena#reeve tuesti#jenova#ff7#ffvii#final fantasy 7#final fantasy vii#headcanons#pretense headcanons
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One Year!
so guys, I just noticed that, today it has officially been one year since A Withering Pretense ended!
Can’t believe it’s been so long already!!! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh
Anyway, happy one year anniversary to A Withering Pretense, a work that cost my blood, sweat and tears and is undoubtedly the project I am most proud of so far!
Might post smth in celebration idk, I got a shit ton of homework I am procastinating so maybe
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Some highlights from a tense but still very Winterkov-y scene (Patreon)
#Doodles#Adventure Time#Fionna and Cake#Simon Petrikov#Winter King#Winterkov#The first five are all in sequence and then from there it's a bit sporadic#I dunno if this is one I'm gonna finish by they did both turn out very cute so I wanted to show some of them off lol#It's mostly a headcanon comic about how they differ in attractions (basically how much influence the Crown has on Winter)#I initially compared Winter to a slightly more chill Bill Cipher - a non-human entity inhabiting a human body#Probably tempered by how much Simon is still left over - not a lot but even a little does make a difference!#In that there's a lot of things the Crown might get out of a human body while still experiencing an entirely alien interpretation of stimuli#It's all just a lot of character analysis headcanon stuff lol - the Winterkov is still the main focus! Here anyway lol#I am very endeared at the idea posited by some fanfic writers that inviting Simon to the lab was just a pretense lol#He /did/ have to get out of his clothes before getting into new ones lol#They really do both have such lovely designs ah <3 They're fun to draw!#This was a lot of settling into them - I love the little floof-lifts that Winter has from Simon#His hair is long but it's still not completely able to weigh itself down from his voluminous bob! Very cute#The nose ears and shape of Winter's glasses really set him apart but their similarities are so fun#And while it's not featured here Simon's shy little smiles vs. Winter's big and loud expressions! Their contrasting features are so neat!#Very enjoyable character design
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I think if timelords bit people to show that they loved them, then nine would bite people in the way that a dog bites a toy it doesn’t want to let go of, teeth go in and he just stays there for a minute holding on. bruises that last a good long while, but he doesn’t ever draw blood. (<- genuine concern because of aforementioned sharp teeth.) it’s something rose has to get used to, after near death experiences and running with their hands clenched tight — and then the doctor will bite her shoulder and hold there and it hurts but not enough for her to protest under the adrenaline. jack does not have to get used to it because jack is on-board with it at once. timelord teeth in his throat plz and thank you <3
ten nips people and nips them hard enough to bleed, but only a little, a quick shock of pain and a scab. he does it to rose lots (except you can look at his face, and oh, does he wish he could still just hold on and never let go like he used to, but it’s different now, he’s different, he’s set a new precedent.) ten nips martha without thinking and then retreats from ever talking about it for days until she makes him. nips her a little more after that, and it makes their reunions after she leaves always a little awkward because he’s not sure if he should? a hug, that’s fine, but can he? (he can. if he doesn’t make a big thing about it.) ten bites donna, and she slaps him. he spends the rest of the week pouting. ten bites donna again, and this time, she bites back. post-adventure bonding is now games of bitey to see who will let go first. (the doctor has the better pain tolerance. the doctor always loses.)
#sorry hi we are also talking about the intimacy of biting people#oh i didn’t mention this but i think river should bite him the first time (for him) that they meet#yes :) that is ten giving himself the chance to hold on when he bites the way nine did and the way he wished he could still do with rose#but with donna now and with the added pretense of a competition to make it less scary to himself. and still not holding on long enough.#biting headcanons for the rest of the doctors will be added as i watch the rest of the series#doctor who
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Headcanon that Wolfwood physically can’t get tattoos or piercings because every time he takes a vial the piercing rejects and the tattoo scars over and fades because both are technically wounds and he’s never gone long enough between vials to let them heal completely.
So technically he could get them, but not keep them. Kind of makes tattoos a bust, but imagine him making Vash redo his piercings in whatever shithole they end up in for the night after a fight.
A happy, healthy Wolfwood has piercings lol
#trigun#trigun stampede#tristamp#trigun headcanon#tristamp headcanon#nicholas d. wolfwood#nicholas d. wolfwood headcanon#vash the stampede#piercings#I could also talk about how piercings and tattoos and other body modification is technically a sin#and how the Eye of Michael modified him without his consent under the pretense of divine right#and how they removed his ability to modify himself for his own pleasure and comfort#they can take part in the “divine right of creation” and he can’t even practice bodily autonomy#etc etc#many thoughts#feverdreamsandlucidnightmares
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felix before getting his miraculous: people are so cringe emotions are for wimps i’m going to kiss ladybug without asking
felix now: i’m sorry uwu i just want to be near you 🥺 okay i will stop whatever you’d like
#and i love that for him#ml pretension#miraculous spoilers#ml spoilers#this is not salt i love felix to pieces#i just find his character flip hilarious#like the most we would have gotten out of felix before argos would be an ‘adrien i kind of care about you but also you’re in my way’#and now he’s bending over backwards for kagami and constantly back-pedalling on his plans the moment somebody says nope#and we love that for him#new headcanon that holding a miraculous subtley impacts their personality#like once adrien took up the black cat miraculous he became more destructive and rebellious. marinette became more inventive. and felix is#becoming more sensitive to emotions. idk i just think that would be neat
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Muse Preview- Irulan
In her girlhood she had read a story of a sea maid who had no soul and instead watched the world from beneath the waves. It had struck her even then that she and her sisters where like those sea maids watching in the waters. Watching the world of their father, the court, only to allowed to surface without a voice.
They had no space to cultivate their souls even if they had one. They were in a sense branded with their father's name, molded in the kiln of their mother and her Bene Gesserit sisterhood for their own ends and the ends of the Great Houses who coveted them like keys to unlocked rooms and unattended thrones.
Need to Knows
Irulan can be a bitch. She definetly has something of a petty streak in her and can come across as fairly emotional for a Bene Gesserit adept.
She's considered something of a disappointment by the Bene Gesserit not only because of the above, her inability to seduce Paul after their marriage but Irulan also has a very strong will of her own. She isn't afraid to push back against her Bene Gesserit teachers.
She is fiercely loyal to those she does care about and extremely protective of them.
On the subject of Paul- YeaaaAAAAaaaah no I don't like the idea of Irulan being in love with Paul given how verbally abusive he is of her in the book. She defects from the BG at the end of Dune Messiah and devotes herself to raising the twins because of Chani. In the book Chani is the one who defends her to Paul and advocates for her. It feels more logical and emotionally plausible for me to go this route. Irulan's decision to defect from the BG is also heavily influenced by her role in Chani's death.
#see what a princess is worth {irulan}#pretensions of a literary nature {irulan aesthetic}#her histories {irulan headcanon}
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I like to imagine Steve writing and singing “Matilda” to Max after Billy dies and he notices her struggling
#maybe he takes her to The Hide Out under the pretense of getting her a drink and he performs it on stage and maybe Eddie is there and sees#harry styles matilda#stranger things#stranger things season 3#stranger things headcanon#momma steve#steve harrington#steve harrington is a mom#steve harrington babysitter edits#mad max#max mayfield#max and steve#eddie munson#the hideout#steve and max#brother sister#stranger things imagine
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META + Friendship
|| Friendship... is an interesting prospect, when it requires two participants to exist. In Babylonia, if one were to ask Ishtar about friendship, you would likely have earned a haughty laugh. After all, what use had a goddess of companions, of friends, when she already had everything she could ever want or need? And if she did not have it, as a goddess of war she could easily get it, or take it.
Things are different now though. The gods who spoiled and adored her are dead, or asleep, or somewhere beyond her reach. Her worshipers are long-buried, her temples in ruins, her cults wiped out. All the trappings of divinity that once filled Ishtar's life with contentment are gone. And she has found that being a goddess means little if there are no believers to revere her.
And there's the influence of the girl. Rin.
Rin, the shut-in heiress who only grew to know friendship as a woman near-grown, who only knew how to convey her heartfelt affections through backhanded compliments mixed with insults. Rin, whose closest companion didn't even exist yet. Rin, who knew loneliness better than most, and whose virtue was her deep and abiding empathy for others despite her haughty nature.
In other words, friendship means everything to her now. Though she may claim that a contract with her simply allows her to observe her master's struggles, in truth, Ishtar cares deeply for her master and companions. After all, is it not natural for a goddess to love the humans who revere her? ♡
#[ headcanon. — of the stars. ]#( thank you for sending this in! I guess I could have talked more about what kind of friend she is but wanted to discuss - )#( her relationship with friendship and the psychology behind it. nothing can ever be upfront with her. )#( has to be layered behind seven layers of pretense and fuss. )#[ answered. — ishtar. ] entreaties to the goddess.
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having my regularly scheduled weekly freak-out over "whats the old dalish saying? may the dread wolf take you?" -> "and so he did." -> "i did not. i would not lay with you under false pretenses". i think i could literally unpack this for a thousand years and never be satisfied its so fucking insane. its so full of meaning. its so expertly written. its the kind of thing you'd only expect from fanfiction except its REAL.
the way he acts like he doesn't actually know the saying. but of course he knows the saying. of course he knows exactly how the dalish use his name and legacy as a curse of bad fortune. OF COURSE HE KNOWS THIS. we literally hear mihris say it to his face if you choose to attack her during his very first personal quest. the forced casualness of this line in such an otherwise tense and monumental moment of confrontation, "what's the old dalish saying?" with his sad little self-deprecating smile. its insane that he's saying this. its INSANE that he's bringing this up to her, RIGHT NOW OF ALL MOMENTS?? he's dropped the mask and he is so mortal, he's Chuckles making a wry, sarcastic comment, except its all wrong - because it's not funny and its not lighthearted and its not sarcastic, its carrying the weight of all of his lies and manipulation. how was he expecting her to respond????? certainly not how she does. his tone and face immediately changes when she says, "and so he did." her voice and face reflects the severity of the moment that he was trying to break with his levity, she denies him the break in tension he was trying to create.
"and so he did." "i did not. i would not lie with you under false pretenses". WHAT???????? WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the way his thought process immediately goes to sex and interprets this as innuendo is I N S A N E. it is such a tone shift from the rest of the conversation to just throw this line out - but it's not out of character. he does make a few similar comments; "getting you into bed is an enjoyable side benefit" and "i do enjoy the heady blend of power and sex that permeates these events" and of course the first haven flirt that always make players go "HUH!? SOLAS FUCKS!??!!?" but this one is just so inappropriate in the context of this confrontation that it speaks to how FUCKED his mindset is in this moment. WHY ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX RIGHT NOW??????????? its so interesting its SO INTERESTING. and the brilliance of the ambiguity of the line makes me go crazy. solas is unambiguously talking about sex. "i would not lie with you" is basically synonymous with "i would not have sex with you". which is especially bizarre because "may the dread wolf take you" isn't necessarily a sexual curse. it seems to be fairly equivalent to english's "fuck you". while "fuck" is a synonym for sex just like "take" is, its not only a synonym for sex. you can say "fuck you" to people and its not sexual, its just a rude curse. the dread wolf curse is used similarly, by mihris, by merrill, by other dalish throughout the series. it's never been explicitly sexual. but when he hears "and so he did" from lavellan's mouth he immediately takes it as sexual? WHAT? and its not necessarily a confirmation that they did have sex.
i know people get confused about this line but it does work with any player headcanon about the nature of the relationship. it can be interpreted as two ways. "i would not lie with you under false pretenses" can mean either "i did not lie with you because the pretenses under which it happened would have been false" or, "i did lie with you, but the pretenses under which i did so were not false, because i love you". it's less about the "did not lie with you" part and more about the "pretenses" part that allows for the ambiguity. are the pretenses he's referring to the lie about his identity? "i refused to lie with you without you knowing the truth about who i am"? or are the pretenses about whether or not he loved her, that "what they had was real" and that they lay together because he loved her, not because he was acting as the dread wolf to trick and manipulate her. lavellan could have meant "and so he did" both ways too. it could have been a "and so he did take me (sexually)" or "and so he did (trick me, betray me, lie to me, catch my scent like the curse implies), but honestly the sexual one doesn't make a lot of sense? the fen'harel myths are not explicitly sexual so there is no reason for her to interpret the curse she would have used and heard all her life in such a way. its really more him taking it in a way it is not intended, and thus revealing a sort of insecurity or at least a sticking point in his mind regarding their relationship, which is fascinating.
whether or not they were intimate is entirely up to the player because of the brilliance of the line, but what's canon in this conversation is his own anxiety about the ethics of sexual consent in their relationship coming to a head in this climactic moment of catharsis. he is so defensive. "I DID NOT." its the culmination and final acknowledgement of the push and pull, indulgence vs. restraint present in every scene of them together. he dives in, he pulls back. he can't help himself, but he can't give in. it would be kinder in the long run, but losing you would-. he's telling her how aware he was of the wrongness of what he did to her while simultaneously trying to defend himself. it shows how much this issue was truly on his mind the entire time, how much the guilt weighed on him to have him acting like this. id also probably argue this could factor into his spirit vs. physical struggles. he is bad at controlling himself physically in this context, even if he knows its wrong. he is off-kilter in this one area of physical intimacy, he is not as in control and composed as he should be. he knows it. he hates himself for it, so much so that he connects this situation to the curse that has been uttered about him for thousands of years with a sad, brittle little laugh. anyway if we get more lines like this in veilguard im so cooked
#please tumblr let me post this im begging#i wont even tell yall the gymnastics i had to do to get this to post#why am i being censored from analyzing solas's fucked up relationship to sex LET ME COOK!!!!!!#solas
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Based on something else but Hot Take: Overblot!Leovil is just Morticia and Gomez.
Overblots just dropping every pretense/mask they have and just shamelessly doing what they want. In leovil's case, its dropping the tsundereness to be a diabetes level of sweet with each other. No more filters, just bluntly admitting how much they adore each other with nauseating levels of PDA. Lock the overblots in room together and the first thing they'll do when they spot each other is just smile so wide at the sheer happiness of seeing each other.
Their brains going from "stupid Fareena/Neige! How fucking dare-" to "OMG Queen/King!" *heart eyes*
I love that.
I fully embrace this take, let’s make it headcanon instead! This is just so good, thank you so much anon for this! I definitely need to cook more about that now ٩( ᐛ )و
…… I’ve already started in fact.
#twisted wonderland#answer#vil schoenheit#leona kingscholar#leovil#look at me slowly answering to my asks#and what a wonderful ask#thanks again anon#now I’m also thinking about a comic#you’re all fabulous#can’t say how much I love having those kind of asks#even if I answer to it months after…#(sorry)
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Wake-Up Times: AVALANCHE Edition
I forgot to set an alarm for the morning I began writing this so that’s what inspired this post.
Cloud: He seems like the type to wake up from between 5:30-6:00 am. He was a trooper and they probably had to wake up super early. Cloud honestly also feels like the type to do some sort of workout as soon as he wakes up.
Tifa: She definitely wakes up at like 6:00 am. And like Cloud, does some sort of workout. Sometimes she’ll workout with Cloud.
Barret: He probably wakes up at like 6:00 as well. He uses that time to clean his gun arm and make sure he has everything ready for the day.
Aerith: She wakes up at like 7:00 am. She thinks this is plenty early but the earlier risers have to disagree. She also probably doesn’t have that much of a morning routine. She’s just ready to go.
Nanaki: He wakes up at like 5:00 am. Typical cat/dog behavior. He expects breakfast to be ready at that time. Which is never the case during the days they were chasing after Sephiroth since hotels don’t usually serve breakfast that early.
Yuffie: People think she wakes up late, but really, she wakes up at 5:30 am. It’s the perfect time to train her ninja skills! And steal from her sleeping comrades. Sadly, Nanaki always catches her.
Cait Sith: He’s a robot so he doesn’t need to sleep, but he does have shut down time. Said shut down time typically corresponds with when Reeve is asleep. So, typically, he’s awake at like 6:00 am. Though, it’s not completely unusual for him to be randomly up at 4:00 am.
Reeve: Speaking of being up randomly at 4:00 am, Reeve’s sleep schedule is kind of fucked. He tries to wake up at 6:00 am but usually is awake way earlier. He’s always stressed so as soon as he wakes up, no matter the time, he’s up.
Vincent: Either he doesn’t sleep or he’s up at like 3:00 pm. Sadly, the others force him to wake up at 8:00 am if he isn’t already awake. Even if you wake him up at 8:00 am, there’s a chance he’ll find somewhere to nap shortly after waking up.
Cid: He’s up at like 6:30 am. The first thing he does when he wakes up is go out for a smoke.
#cloud strife#tifa lockhart#barret wallace#aerith gainsborough#red xiii#nanaki#yuffie kisaragi#cait sith#reeve tuesti#vincent valentine#cid highwind#ff7#ffvii#final fantasy 7#final fantasy vii#headcanons#pretense headcanons
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Roxy (S4 Sneak Peak)
Roxanne McTyre had always been a bit of a loner.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want friends or that she didn’t like people it was just that… people were difficult. And complex.
And Roxy had never been very good at reading people.
But Roxy was comfortable with being alone. So, for the most part, she didn’t mind the fact that she didn’t have very many friends… or any friends… at all.
She had her pets after all! Her service dog Arthur, who not only warned her when one of her fainting spells was approaching but was also simply her best friend, and whatever animals she managed to convince her dad to let her foster.
Some might’ve thought that she had reasons to be sad but… she really didn’t.
She had her dad, and her dog. She liked going to school and, while she wasn’t very close with any of her classmates, she got along with them enough to do projects in peace and to chat comfortably.
She of course had the Frutti Music Bar, which her dad had opened after retiring as a firefighter, where she loved working, finding the routine relaxing.
And her favorite of all, she had the two animal shelters that she volunteered at, where she constantly found fosters to take home at least for a little while. Though she was yet to convince her dad to let her keep any of the kittens.
She was happy. Okay maybe the tiniest bit lonely, but that didn’t really make her sad. Or at least not as sad as others might’ve assumed.
She liked her life. It wasn’t anything extraordinary, but it worked. And she wouldn’t really change it for anything.
#winx club#winx rewrite#winx#winx headcannon#winx fanfic#winx headcanons#winx roxy#winx season 4#winx club rewrite#veiled wings and shattered panoramas#Will o’ the wisps and crossroads of destiny#a withering pretense
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you've never done me wrong (except for that one time)
summary: a kitchen friendship is born anew as Carmen's hold on the staff stumbles.
title from: "True Blue" by boygenius
word count: 3.8k
content warnings: swearing, reader is close friends with Richie. mentions of divorce, Mikey's death, depression, hazing in the work place.
part one! nsfw headcanons!
Carmy works in silence beside you. Your head is resting on your arms against the counter.
Every night the two of you work on dish presentation and recipes. You're usually the first to feel the effects of exhaustion from the day, laying your head on the counter and watching Carmy work in his notebook.
His colored pencils are scattered and the surface is decorated with pencil shavings. You watch him intently, taking in the curve of his nose, the furrow of his brow, the set of his mouth as he colors with a precision you envy.
The dynamic between you two is one of mutual benefit. Carmy understands how to best present a dish, how it should look on a plate and appeal to the diner. You understand pairings, what ingredients need to be added or removed for a dish to be balanced and shine. And you both work spectacularly in a kitchen, moving together like a dance that only the two of you have learned. Any time one of you is paired with another, it's a mess of bumping into one another and miscommunication.
The only thing you don't agree on is staying awake until a few hours before service prep starts. Carmy has told you several times you don't need to stay awake with him as he works in his notebook, but each time you refusal. Instead choosing to give him grief about being up all night. Your belief is that if you maintain the same sleep schedule, you'll both be on the same frequency for service.
So that leaves you, exhausted in the kitchen fighting the drooping of your eyelids, and Carmy, sketching and coloring a new dish you two had been brainstorming.
"Hey.." The whisper of Carmy's voice startles you. He's collected his pencils and cleaned the counter around you.
"Did I fall asleep?" You search his eyes and Carmy nods.
You sigh and sit up in your seat, rubbing your eyes as Carmy stands up from his own chair. He waits as you slip off from your chair, grabbing your coat and slipping your arm through his.
Carmy has come to expect your gentle affections, the simple touches you offer. A guiding hand at the small of his back, linked arms and holding hands.
You let Carmy lead you to your apartment. You've both taken this walk dozens of times over, you can close your eyes and slump against him as you walk together.
"Stay the night.." You mumbled. Carmy hums beside you, he sounds distant.
This isn't the first time you've asked him to spend the night at your apartment. It certainly won't be the last.
The first time it was under the pretense that it would be quicker for both of you going into the kitchen. Less travel time he has to waste, to and fro.
So when he unlocks your front door, you're unalarmed. Carmy helps you kick your shoes off before he takes off his own. He drops his things beside them, and leads you both to your room. He flips the switch by the door thats attached to the warm Christmas lights you have on your ceiling.
He sits you on your bed, pulling the covers back for you to lay down and lays them over your body. Carmy makes to leave when you call his name. He stops in his tracks as you shuffle farther back and lift the blankets for him.
Carmy was used to setting himself up on your couch. He knew were your extra bedding was and he never complained about the kink in his neck afterwards.
However inviting him into your bed was new. He nervously shuffles towards the edge of the bed and you nod tiredly.
Carmy climbs in beside you, hesitantly. He's still in his jeans and t-shirt. No one will notice his ruffled street clothes tomorrow.
He's awkward as he lays on his side, facing you. You sigh, grumbling something out as you grab at his shirt. You pull at the fabric, bringing him towards you until your face is against his chest.
Carmy is tense until you wrap your arms around him, keeping him close to you. You can feel him relax slowly, and then he wraps his arms around you.
The both of you fall asleep like that. Holding each other under the blankets, lights tacked to the ceiling like stars.
August goes by with as little animosity as you can muster.
Which is not much.
But it's enough that Carmen doesn't feel the need to mention it for a while. The month goes by with as little exchanges between the two of you that can be managed with him being your boss and coworker.
It's awkward at first, and still is. Your cigarette breaks are cut short or prolonged to avoid each other, tasks take longer than they should to avoid running into each other.
You hate the way that you notice how you both still move together so seamlessly. The both of you move around the kitchen together like a dance only you know and it makes you want to throw up.
It reminds you have your time together at Daniel. It reminds you of how things could be different.
You can spot when Carmen notices it because his movements suddenly become awkward and stilted. You run into each other more once he clocks the smooth kitchen dynamic you have. It kind of pisses you off.
You find yourself getting short with him when this happens. Which leads to the butting of heads.
But you spend more time away from each other then around one another. Richie makes snide comments on it until you eventually get him to shut up. No one else notices, at least they don't mention if they do.
Ebra and Tina take to gently harassing Carmen. Making him prove his keep in the kitchen. He throws tantrum after tantrum but they are unrelenting in their antics.
You can see Carmen's fuse running shorter and shorter with them as each day begins anew.
He is going to snap.
Richie is regaling a story about some kid picking on Eva while you're sorting through the plastic utensils and prepping napkins.
He keeps looking at you through out the story and you're nodding along to show your engagement in the story. As he's getting into it, the door to the kitchen swings open.
"Hey, chef?" Sydney pokes her head through the doorway and grabs your attention. "Fill in for Tina? She's going to be late up until service."
You sigh and nod, "Yeah, for sure."
As you follow Syd into the back of house, Richie blows you a kiss that makes you roll your eyes. Sydney has your station set up by the time you're done washing your hands.
"So, Tina was just on vegetable prep. Nothing too crazy, I don't think. I mean, you know the drill, right?" Sydney looks at you and you nod.
"Vegetable prep is nothing, my dear Sydney."
"Okay. Then I don't think there's anything else you need to know. Just let me know when you're done." Sydney taps the counter and you nod before she departs to her own station not far from yours.
The two of you work in the kitchen in mostly silence. Carmen is in the office so Marcus and Ebra are the only other two moving around their respective parts of the kitchen.
"Did you um-" Sydney starts talking, and she hesitates as she lets her thoughts tumble around. "Did you work in a kitchen? Before this?"
"Yeah, actually. I..." You pause and then sigh. "I used to work with Chef Daniel Boulud."
"Oh shit." Sydney glances at you, eyes wide.
You huff a laugh and nod. "Yep."
"How did... How did you end up here?" Sydney asks, turning back to her own prep.
You pause long enough Sydney starts to back pedal, "Actually, you don't have to-"
"No it's okay. Um..." You clear your throat and furrow your brow. "Something happened.. And I had to quit. It was that or be fired."
"Oh shit.." Her voice is hushed but you shrug in response.
"That was four years ago and I'm mostly over it. But it definitely opened my eyes to some shit." You glance at Sydney before looking back at your cutting board.
"But I mean, maybe it was for the best. I met these lovely people," Sydney scoffs a little at that. "I got to know Mikey and I know Richie now. I don't know. I got a new family out of the situation so maybe it's not all bad. It definitely hurt though." You nod as you cut through carrots.
"That's a good way to look at it.." Sydney trails off as the two of you begin to work in silence again.
"I'm sorry that happened, anyways." Sydney does a half shrug and you nod.
"Thank you, chef." You hum.
Sydney hums in response and nods. The two of you continue to work in silence again.
After a few minutes Richie enters the back, fidgety and looking for someone to talk to. He steers clear of you and Sydney, deciding to go to Marcus and Sweeps. He launches himself into conversation, beginning some story you're sure he's already told you.
As he talks and gets more into it, his voice gets loud. Sweeps and Marcus egg him on and you can see Ebra hovering. Eventually Richie is shouting to be heard and laughing loudly.
"Richard," You grab his attention with his full name, not looking away from your station, and loud enough to be heard over his own chatter. You raise your hand to lay level above your head and start moving it downwards.
"Oh shit. Sorry, sweetheart." Richie's voice is quieter now.
"It's okay, bub. Thank you." You bring your hand back to your task and Richie continues his story, keeping his voice as leveled as he can.
"Holy shit." Sydney breathes out next to you and you shoot her a questioning look.
"He doesn't listen to, like, anyone." She looks at you and searches your face like it'll show her the answers.
You chuckle and nod at that. "He only listens because I put up with his other shit. And his daughter likes me, so it's hard to explain to a five year old why her cousin that she's seen for years stops showing up."
Sydney keeps looking at you in awe which makes you shake your head. "Back to work, chef."
You gesture to her cutting board and she tears her gaze away with a nod.
"Um... Why would you stop showing up, chef?" Sydney asks with her brow furrowed.
"I wouldn't. He just... Has these weird attachment issues. He gets anxious over it so he... Behaves himself to not scare me off. He has his bad days but we're only human." You shrug. Sydney hums and the two of you go back to working in silence.
Once you finish, Sydney guides you through mixing and storing it in accord with the restaurant system. As you're cleaning up your stations, Carmen comes into the kitchen like a force of wind. He stops a few steps from the office when he spots you at the counter.
You watch in your periphery as Carmen looks between you and Sydney. Sydney nods at him and he shakes his head back at her.
"Uh.. Chef." You turn as Carmen nods at you.
"Chef." You look at him as you finish wiping down the counter. You both stand there for a few seconds until Sydney clears her throat.
"Thank you, chef... For helping with Tina's prep." She nods and gives you a smile.
"Yeah, it's no problem, Syd." You nod back as you depart from the two of them. You make your way to coral Richie and Sweeps to the front of house, ignoring Carmen's gaze on your back as you leave.
Richie slings his arm over your shoulder with Sweeps behind you, as Carmen rounds up his cooks and begins debriefing them for service.
After the health inspector leaves, hell breaks loose. Everyone else dispersed to their respective stations, except for you, Sydney, Carmen and Richie.
Richie and Carmen start yelling and jabbing fingers at each other again. Once they start shoving each other, Sydney attempts to break it up again. When that doesn't work, you shove your way between the two of them, less worried than Sydney about who gets knocked by an elbow.
Richie immediately stops his movements and favors yelling at Carmen from behind you. Carmen bites his tongue, glaring at Richie above your head and clenching his fists at his sides.
"Shut up, Richard!" You turn and look at him over your shoulder. You notice Carmen inhale to begin his verbal assault again and stop him in his tracks. "That doesn't mean you start again, Carmen. You need to go take a fucking breather."
Carmen stares at you and there's a fire in his eyes. "We got a fuckin' C. You can't be fuckin' okay with that? It's, it's-"
"I don't give a fuck what it is right now. You need to step out, and maybe when you're feeling like having a real conversation, we can deal with this. Instead of taking that shit out on Richie."
That was the wrong thing to say. It only adds fuel to the fire that is Carmen's anger.
"Maybe, if you fucking cleaned- If, if you actually helped around this place instead of- of fucking flirting with Richie!" Carmen gestures wildly, his voice raising with each word.
"Don't you fucking yell at me." You stab a finger into Carmen's chest, getting up in his face and much louder than him. The kitchen has all but ceased movement and clatter.
"Don't yell at me, you fucking child. You know that shit doesn't work." Carmen is silent as you study his face before backing off.
"Get your fucking shit together, Carmen. Instead of taking it out on your chefs." You untie your apron as you head towards the back door.
"Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?" Carmen calls after you. In response you flip him off as you barge out the door.
Once you're outside, you fish out your lighter and pack of cigarettes, shaking out a stick before tossing the pack and your apron onto one of the crates on the floor. When you light the stick you take a deep inhale and hold before letting it out.
The door opens and you're prepared to launch yourself at Carmen.
Instead you see Sydney. She’s got a container of water in her hand her eyes cast towards the ground. You hum at her in acknowledgment as you take another drag. After your appraisal Sydney walked over and sat on the opposite crate from where you had thrown your stuff.
"I have never seen someone tell Carmy off like that." Her voice is soft and a little surprised. You let out a huff of a laugh as you release the smoke from your lungs.
"He's just an asshole." You say as you dip down and offer Sydney your pack. She scrunches up her nose and shakes her head, which makes you grin.
"Smart move. This shit kills." You punctuate your sentence with another drag that makes Sydney chuckle.
"Did you know Carmy? Before the Beef?" Sydney toes at the asphalt before she looks up at you with big brown eyes.
You turn away and shrug, "Depends on what you mean by know. I've worked with him in the past. I thought I knew him as well as I knew myself but he ended up being a back stabbing bitch."
You flick your cigarette to the ground and stub it out with your shoe.
"Don't get too attached to the idea of you guys being super great work buddies. He'll throw you to the curb if it means saving his own ass." With that you grabbed your apron, opened the door and give Sydney a two finger salute before walking back in.
Inside Richie and Carmen are arguing about the caulk. Still. You sigh and begin tying your apron behind you. It's going to be a long fucking service.
The door from the kitchen swings shut as you walk through, making your way behind the counter until you hear people talking in the dining area.
"Oh shit. Hi, Mr. Cicero." You spot Cicero talking with Carmen by the window.
He and Carmen turn towards you, expressions a stark difference between each other. Cicero smiles at you as you make your way over to them, but Carmen looks shocked at your intrusion.
"How many times do I have to tell you, kid, it's Uncle Jimmy." Cicero pulls you into a side hug as you shake your head.
"Yeah, and Richard's actually my cousin." You sigh as he let's go of you. "If you're lucky, maybe you'll reach Mr. Jimmy instead."
"It'll have to do." He sighs and then gestures towards the sign in the window. "What's that about, kid?"
You follow his gaze to the C in the window and shake your head.
"Just business as usual, Mr. Cicero. I mean, you know," You shrug as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "It's been a rough going but um... I think we're getting somewhere."
Your gaze flicks to Carmen briefly before turning back to Cicero. Cicero nods when you look back at him.
"Alright, kid. Now uh... You know I love seeing you, but I mean, you know," Cicero gestures between him and Carmen. You get the hint.
"Yes, of course, I'm sorry-"
"Don't apologize, you actually saved me from more of the same story." Cicero assures you as you fidget with your apron.
"Of course," You smile and nod at him. "Make sure you come by again soon."
Cicero nods and brings you into another side hug. You return the hug as you bid him farewell, effectively removing yourself from the conversation and heading back to the kitchen.
At the same time you enter, Sydney and Richie enter through the back door. They're both silent as they walk in. Sydney stops by her locker, opening it and shedding her bag and coat. She fishes out the bag from the hardware store and her apron before she closes the door and hands the bag to Richie.
Richie snatches the bag from her and Sydney leaves to go find Carmen before service.
Wordlessly, you take out your pack of cigarettes, holding it out to Richie in offering. He shakes his head at you in response, so you lightly bump him with your shoulder on your way out the back door.
You plop down on one of the crates along the wall, fishing out your lighter and shake out a stick. Once you have it lit, you lay your head back against the wall when you inhale.
You're out there for a few minutes until the back door opens. You don't move, scrolling through your phone and not entirely bothered by whoever might be joining you on their own smoke break. There's the crunch of footsteps until the stop short. They don't start again but the door hasn't opened again. You look up and a nearly drop your cigarette when you see Carmen.
He's stood a few feet from you, his own cigarette hanging off his lips as he takes you in.
Deciding you were there first and desperately needing this cigarette (and maybe a second), you turn back to your phone. Effectively ignoring him. You hear the click of his lighter and the drag he takes through the filter, but he doesn't move.
You continue to ignore him when you flick away the bud of your cigarette, taking a moment to finish your article before you fish out another one. Carmen takes that as his signal to speak up.
"So, you uh- you just know everyone from my family?" He asks you, making you look up at him. Carmen is watching you already as he exhales, his blue eyes studying your face.
"I didn't track them down, if that's what you're thinking. I didn't decide to move to Chicago and find the Berzatto family as some long awaited revenge." You look down to grab your pack, so you don't have to see his eyes anymore, and take out another stick. You place it to your lips but before you can get your lighter, you hear the click of Carmen's. When you look back at him, he's holding his lighter out for you.
When you don't brush him off, Carmen slowly moves and watches as the flame sparks the end of your cigarette. Once it's done, he pulls his arm away quickly, as if you'll bite it off.
"I didn't think you had." Carmen shrugs.
"Yeah well, I thought I knew everything you thought." You let that hang in the air for a moment. Until Carmen clears his throat.
"How did you meet um..." Carmen doesn't finish. You know who he means.
"My brother. Graduated with Mikey, knew he was looking for people. Set me up." You gesture with the cigarette in your hand. "And you're not actually related to Cicero or Richie so.."
"Close enough," Carmen huffs and kicks at the pebbles on the asphalt.
"Nat's pissed at you, by the way. Not as much as I always am, but pretty close." You nod and then take a drag, looking down the alley towards the street. You want this conversation to end soon.
Carmen sighs at that and you catch him nodding, like he already knows.
"And quit being such a dick to Richie. He's obnoxious but he's dealing with enough shit without you piling onto it." You voice your disdain for his bullying with your exhale of smoke.
Since February, Richie's personal life had taken a nosedive into the garbage. In the weeks after Mikey's death Tiffany served Richie with the divorce paperwork. This took another massive toll on Richie's mental health when you were already trying to hold it together. You think that the presence of yourself and Eva barely kept the man with his head above water. You spent weeks creating a routine of assurance and dependability with Richie that he still questioned, even now.
"I'm uh... I'm s-" Carmen starts, looking at the ground. Again.
"Don't fucking do this." You glare up at him. Carmen looks at you with wide eyes. "Just shut up. I'm not doing this again."
You turn away from him, brows furrowed and lips set in a frown. You don't see him leave but you hear his footsteps on the asphalt and the creak of the back door. Then it's quiet again.
You sigh, and rest your head against the wall again. Finishing your cigarette in the Chicago peace.
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do you think mihawk would go through the 7 stages of grief when he catches feelings for someone or would he be a self-aware king and just shrug and accept it?
On a scale from One to Death, how pained is Mihawk about falling in love?
Pairing: Mihawk x GN Reader
Form this took: non-bulleted headcanon!
Word Count: ~730
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Mihawk actually continually creates new stages of grief in his unmoving stance to Pretend Everything’s Fine.
He’s not in love with you, he just has every bit of info on your likes, dislikes, and stories tucked away in his memory for convenience. He didn’t even consciously decide to do that actually. It’s just a fluke or maybe it was because it’s all such easy info to remember; it’s certainly not because all that information has special importance. It’s most definitely not because you look at him with such joy and gratitude every time you realize that he’s remembered something about you. Nor is it how beautifully his heart aches when your face glows with appreciation and affection for him.
He’s helping you out because your skills are disappointing, not because he sees you as a being of boundless potential. It has nothing to do with the pride he finds in each stride you make, whether by his guiding or your own breakthroughs. Nothing at all to do with how, day by day, he finds it more precious to watch you grow than the beloved gardens surrounding his castle.
His restlessness and temper when you’re gone are only because he has to take over all the tasks you do at the castle. Of course he’s not happy having unnecessary things out back on his plate, it was so much better being able to hand off half of those so he has time for the things that are important. Like swordsmanship and your shared hours to end each day. He doesn’t miss you bugging him all of the time; he can take care of himself without your drop ins to bring him water and snacks, or calls that dinner’s ready, or excited recommendations for books he always ends up enjoying, or observations on all the inane things around you (he obviously sees everything and it’s not better sharing them and a present existence with you, nope), or the rare occasions you speak your worry for his dour and lonely life that cut right to the heart of him. Those are what he misses the absolute least; he’s used to being called cold and heartless and alone, he doesn’t need you saying it but worse - noticing the heartlessness is unfortunately a lie, that there’s been something raw and painful festering in him for years, kept far from where anyone can touch and exhausting him of life’s pretenses.
He has no hope that you could possibly help fix that (just as much as you’re a balm for that wound, closeness to you rips it wide open).
There will have to be some change to your routine dancing around each other for him to accept his feelings for you and become that self-aware king instead of the willfully-ignorant peasant. This could be a threat of you leaving, likely not in you giving him that ultimatum but in more gradual ways that circumstance usually does. Maybe you begin to get into your head that he’ll never have feelings for you, and in your acceptance of that you begin to seek other hearts to share. Maybe you run from the depths of your own emotions for him, slowly shifting your life to be less and less at the castle, seeking opportunities that will take you to further seas.
Or maybe life does throw you both a much more drastic cause for change - an explosive argument when you seek a new love, or you unloading all your worry for him and fears that he is heartless while he’s frozen stiff, or him knowing the deep fear of not having you in his life in any capacity when your life is almost taken. Regardless of the cause, once he does acknowledge his feelings, he will absolutely act on it. He is a man of drive and dedication after all.
Now Mihawk is a lucky son of a bitch because it is very likely that you don’t know for a fact he has any interest in you until the Cool and Confident stage kicks in. He’d be mortified if you ever found out how desperately he tried to patch the dam in him that barely kept his overflowing interest, affection, and adoration at bay.
I hope you do find out because that needs to be held over his head for the rest of his life and then some 👌🏻
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Thank you for your question anon❣️ the phrasing had me cackling it was too good 💀 I hope you enjoyed!! Sending love and hugs
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How you know the FoM Bachelors love you
Requests are open for headcanons, one shots, whatever your heart desires!
Balor:
The way he looks at you when he thinks no one else is watching
Around others, he keeps up his mysterious debonair image
But when you're alone, it gives way to something softer
There's no mystery or pretense in his eyes when you're alone
Just love
Eiland:
You will never doubt for a second that this man adores you
But the biggest indicator comes when talking to him
He'll talk anyone's ear off if they let him
He gets passionate about his interests, nothing wrong with that
And he'll still ramble with you
But you notice how he listens
He always has something to add in conversations with others; he tries to relate to what they're talking about by offering his own interests and experiences
With you, you notice that there's less of a feeling of him thinking of how to respond and more so him really listening
Hayden:
He tells you
All the time
If he goes more than a few hours without telling you he loves you, something is wrong
He's a busy guy, so he might lose track of time working on his farm to properly spend time with you, but you're a farmer too, so you get it
Plus he's really good at making it up to you
March:
It's a lot harder to tell with him
He does not say it easily
He doesn't tend to initiate physical affection either (unless you're like,, really far into the relationship
But he shows you in other ways
He gives you gifts that he makes in the forge
Whether it's new armor, weapons, tools, or even just a piece of jewelry or a trinket he thinks you'd like.
He'll have a spot saved and your dinner ordered for you at the inn before you even get there (sometimes it gets cold if you're out longer than he expected but that's not his fault)
He may not be the most romantic guy in the world in the traditional sense, but he carves out a place for you in his life with such attention to detail that you know he cares
Ryis:
He's another one where you will never doubt his love for you
Pretty much the perfect partner
He's sweet, affectionate, tells you he loves you frequently, makes time for you
He also makes you little trinkets as gifts
He loves spending time with you while he's working
If you have your own carpentry to work on, even better; you get to work together
#fields of mistria fanfiction#fields of mistria x reader#fom x reader#fom balor x reader#fom eiland x reader#fom hayden x reader#fom march x reader#fom ryis x reader
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