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phoenixblaze1412 · 4 days ago

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dottore with a child who loves him but hates the segments?

It started with a scowl.

Not an ordinary childlike pout—no, it was the kind of dark, burning glare that could rival even the Doctor’s most volatile experiments. And it was aimed squarely at them.

The segments.

“Zeta tried to touch my toy,” you said flatly, arms crossed as you stood beside your father’s desk.

Dottore didn’t even look up from his work. “He was likely analyzing its material composition.”

“He said it was ‘primitive.’ Then dropped it.”

Now, Dottore looked up. Slowly. His eyes flicked to your clenched fists and the faint wobble in your lip you were definitely trying to hide.

“And what did you do?”

“I hit him with a chair.”

There was a pause.

"...Appropriately measured," he muttered, pressing a gloved hand to his temple. “But we do not throw furniture.”

“He’s not you.”

There it was again—that ice in your voice, sharp for someone so small. It wasn’t the first time you'd said it.

You always knew your father was different. Brilliant, odd, sometimes cold—but he was yours. He built you a mechanical music box for your birthday, carried you on his shoulders through icy labs, and let you scribble drawings all over his blueprints when you couldn’t sleep.

But his segments?

They were wrong. Like shadows of him—smiling weird, talking like they thought they were better than you, always watching.

You hated them.

They’d call you “the specimen’s child” or “our future asset” and you didn’t care how much they looked like him—you wanted them gone.

“All of them try to act like they’re you,” you muttered, refusing to meet his gaze. “But they’re not. They’re creepy. And they talk like I’m a test tube.”

Dottore leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. This wasn't surprising. You had always been sharp, emotionally aware in ways his clones couldn't comprehend. To you, love wasn’t programmable. And family wasn’t replicable.

“They’re not me,” he said carefully. “They’re... extensions. Tools.”

“Then throw them away.”

His eyes narrowed. “That’s not how this works.”

You turned to leave, biting your cheek. You didn’t cry, because Dottore never cried, and you were his.

But his voice stopped you.

“Y/N.”

You turned, stiff.

He stood now, walking toward you. Dottore rarely touched anyone—but with you, it was different. He knelt to your level, gloved hands cupping your cheeks.

“I chose you. Not them.”

Your eyes widened a little.

“I don’t care if you like them. You’re not required to. They are not your brothers. They are not your family.” His tone grew quieter, but colder. “But they will respect you, or they will answer to me.”

You blinked up at him, unsure.

His thumb brushed a tear from your cheek. “You are not an experiment. You are my child. The only one I trust.”

Silence stretched.

“…Even more than your work?”

That earned you a faint, rare smile. “My work doesn’t steal my chair in the morning or fall asleep in my lap while I try to write. It’s... less persuasive.”

You gave a tiny laugh, almost a hiccup. Then you buried your face into his chest.

Dottore didn’t flinch. He simply held you there, a gloved hand on your back, gaze sharp over your shoulder at the segment who had dared to approach the door again.

The clone stopped dead, expression unreadable.

“Dismissed,” Dottore said sharply, arms never leaving you. “My child comes first.”

The door closed.

And for once, the lab was quiet. Not with silence—but with peace.

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It started with Beta.

He approached cautiously, hands behind his back, standing stiffly like a cadet about to salute a general.

"I heard you enjoy puzzles," he said to you one morning, kneeling down. "So I constructed a Rubik's cube that self-scrambles mid-solve to build your cognitive endurance."

You stared at it.

Then at him.

You took it, slowly.

Crushed it under your boot.

"You're not my dad."

Beta blinked. "That was... advanced polymer—"

You stepped over the broken cube and marched down the hall.

Next up was Delta, who thought he could bribe you with charm.

He knelt down with a flourish, offering you a beautifully wrapped box and a crooked grin.

"Y/N, my dear child of science and starlight. I bring you this—an automated stuffed fox that tells bedtime stories and hands you sweets."

You opened the box.

The fox blinked at you, then squeaked:

“Good morning! Would you like to hear—"

You drop-kicked it down the corridor.

Delta gasped. “That was voice-encoded!”

You crossed your arms. "You're. Not. My. Dad."

“…Well, I tried.”

Sigma tried to win you over with logic.

"If your father is a superior being and we are his copies," he reasoned, sitting beside you at lunch, "then associating with us is a statistically favorable method of absorbing his traits through proximity."

You stared at him while chewing your snack. Then handed him an empty juice box.

"Hold this."

He did.

You crushed it in his hand.

“…Ow.”

"Not. My. Dad."

Even Theta tried with a hand-drawn crayon picture of the two of you holding hands under a sparkly sun.

You stared at it.

"...This is... actually kinda cute."

He perked up.

You ripped it in half.

He wilted like a sad flower.

By the time Dottore returned from a two-day mission, the hallway was filled with dejected clones, one crushed cube, a broken robotic fox, and a sobbing Theta huddled in the corner hugging a ruined crayon masterpiece.

He raised a brow.

“…What happened?”

You ran at him full speed, hugging him tightly around the waist.

“They were trying to replace you,” you growled.

Dottore looked at the segments. They all pointed at each other like guilty toddlers.

“She punted my invention,” Delta muttered.

“I was emotionally compromised,” Theta sniffled.

“She made me hold a juice box and then violated the laws of thermodynamics,” Sigma deadpanned.

Dottore sighed. Then looked down at you, arms wrapped tight around him like he might vanish if you let go.

“And how do you feel about all of this?”

You buried your face into his coat. “You’re my dad. Not them. I don’t want copies. I want you.”

His usually-stern face softened—just a little.

“Understood.”

Then he turned to his segments with the finality of a guillotine blade.

“She’s right.”

They all flinched.

“I am her father. You are not.”

“…Noted.”

“She has my approval to destroy your work if provoked.”

“…Can we have that permission?” Omega whispered to Sigma.

“No.”

Dottore crouched and picked you up, resting you on his arm like a little royalty. “I will personally handle her enrichment, bedtime stories, and emotional regulation. Anyone who interferes—” He looked at Beta, who instinctively backed away. “—will be reassigned to cell-cleaning duty.”

You smirked smugly at the clones over Dottore’s shoulder, sticking your tongue out.

Theta whimpered again.

“Come, Y/N. It’s time for father-child research bonding.”

“…Does that mean tea and cuddles?”

“…Yes. But scientifically.”

You beamed. “I love you most.”

“I know.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #dottore x reader #dottore #zandik x reader #il dottore #il dottore x reader #child reader #segments x reader #female reader

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mocchiixxx · 4 months ago

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In Every Move, I See You

(Dino x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Supportive Relationship

You always knew your boyfriend was an incredible dancer, but watching him in his element—creating, teaching, and performing—was an entirely different experience. It was mesmerizing, the way he moved so effortlessly, his body speaking a language only he truly understood.

When Dino invited you to watch him record his latest Dino Dancology episode, featuring Seungkwan and his self-choreographed piece to Cheating on You, you had no idea you’d be witnessing something so breathtaking.

Now, sitting in the corner of the practice room, you watched as the music filled the space, your boyfriend’s body responding to every beat with sharp yet fluid movements. There was a rawness in the way he danced—intense, expressive, every step carrying emotion.

Beside him, Seungkwan was doing his best to keep up. He was good—really good—but you could tell he was still working through some of the nuances.

“Hyung, feel the music,” Dino instructed, running a hand through his slightly damp hair. “It’s not just about the steps—it’s about the emotion behind them.”

Seungkwan huffed, hands on his knees. “It’s easy for you to say. You make this look effortless.” He wiped his forehead, turning to you with a dramatic sigh. “How do you survive dating this dance prodigy? I feel like I’m suffering here.”

You laughed, glancing at Dino, who grinned at the compliment. “I just sit back and admire the view,” you teased, sending a playful wink in your boyfriend’s direction.

Dino chuckled, shaking his head before clapping his hands together. “Alright, one more time from the top!”

As the music played again, your eyes were glued to him. His focus was razor-sharp, his movements precise yet overflowing with emotion. You swore you could see the passion in his every motion, the way he lost himself in the rhythm. It was like watching someone fall in love over and over again—except, instead of a person, he was falling for the music.

By the time the final take wrapped up, Seungkwan dramatically collapsed onto the floor. “I’m dead,” he groaned. “I hope people appreciate this because I might not survive another recording.”

Dino laughed, pulling him up. “You did great, hyung.”

Then, he turned to you, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Jagi, you were really quiet. What did you think?”

You got up, walking toward him with a slow smirk. “Oh, I was just absorbing everything. You know, analyzing.” You tapped your chin. “The technique, the footwork, the—” you paused for dramatic effect, “—intensity in your expressions.”

Dino narrowed his eyes. “You’re teasing me.”

You grinned. “Maybe a little. But really, babe, you were amazing.”

His ears turned pink at the praise. “You think so?”

“I know so,” you corrected, stepping closer. “You’re insane when you dance, in the best way. It’s like you were born for this.”

He ducked his head shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hearing that from you means a lot.”

Before you could respond, Seungkwan groaned loudly, waving his hand as he headed for the door. “Okay, I’m leaving before I drown in this disgusting amount of love.”

You and Dino laughed as he disappeared. Then, turning back to each other, your boyfriend reached for your hands. “Thanks for coming today. It made me happy knowing you were here.”

You squeezed his fingers. “I’ll always be here, love. In every move you make, I see you—your heart, your passion, you.”

Dino smiled, pulling you into a quick hug before whispering, “Then I’ll keep dancing, just for you.”

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Author's Note:

Exactly on this very day, March 07, 2022, this banger was released, and even now, three years later, Dino’s Danceology featuring Seungkwan still lives rent-free in my head. Can you believe it’s been three years since they posted it?

Look at how they move, the precision, the passion, the storytelling through dance. This performance isn’t just choreography; it’s art. Mesmerizing is an understatement, this is truly a masterpiece.

#seventeen fanfic #svt imagines #svt #svt x reader #seventeen #svt dino #lee chan #boo seungkwan #dino x reader #svt fluff #danceology #Youtube

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obsessedwithceleste · 15 days ago

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Shit, I’m in Love

Mattheo Riddle x Theodore Nott

Dedicated to this request 🫶🏽

Summary: When Theo finds himself feeling absolutely repulsed every time he sees his roommate and best friend kissing a guy, or bringing a boy back to their shared dormitory, he begins to worry that he’s being homophobic. Turns out Theo doesn’t have any problems with Mattheo kissing guys, as long as it’s him he’s kissing.

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Theodore Nott knew that his best friend was gay. He was actually well aware of the fact considering he’d been hearing his best mate talking endlessly, going on and on, drooling over one wizard or another over the years. But it had always been just that. Talk.

This was something else entirely. This made Theo's stomach twist, made his teeth grate, made his fists clench so hard his fingernails left imprints on his palms. He was seeing red. Literally. It was fucking sickening to watch.

There across the room, of all people, was the fucking boy-who-lived himself, pressed up against a dark corner of the room, boxed in by Mattheo's toned arms with his tongue down Mattheo's throat.

Theo thought was going to be vomit. He could feel his lip curling with disgust as he got ready to march on over there to split that shit up.

"You know if you glare at those two any harder they might burst into flames?" the sound of Lorenzo's voice jerks Theo out of his thoughts as he turns to face his friend.

“Good. Maybe then Potter will get his fucking tongue out of Matt’s mouth before I have to take it out myself,” he snaps, getting ready to make his way over, but Lorenzo's hand on his chest stops him.

"Easy there. Let the man have his fun. You know nothing he does at these things ever means anything anyway. Sides, more ammunition to make fun of him with later," his friend says lazily, tipping his own drink into his mouth.

Theo scoffs, crossing his arms.

“That shits fucking disgusting. Nobody with decency wants to see that,” he snarls, knowing he’ll have that cursed image of Matt and Potter making out burned into his mind for at least a week.

Lorenzo’s brows furrow though as he tilts his head at his friend, taking another swig of his drink.

“I didn’t peg you as someone who cared about seeing guys kissing guys,” Enz drawls as he analyzes the brunette boy in front of him closely.

He knew full well that he was stirring up shit, but he was nothing if not invested in the drama of it all. Theo sputters now, his face distorting in disgust at the very idea of not supporting his best friend.

“No!” He exclaims a little too loudly. “No! That’s not what I’m saying. There’s nothing wrong with not wanting to see my best friend’s tongue down someone’s throat, okay? I’m not nearly drunk enough for this shit.”

Enz lets out a patronizing laugh.

"Jeez Theo. Getting awfully defensive there. Let's take it down a notch, yeah? Go find yourself a distraction of your own. Shouldn't be hard for a looker like you."

Theo wants to protest, but Lorenzo nudges his friend towards the crowd, forcing him away from the corner where Mattheo and Potter were practically eating each other alive.

It doesn't take long for Theo to find a witch ready to throw herself into his arms. Like Enzo had said, he wasn't awful to look at by any means, he just wasn't as promiscuous as the rumors had led most people to believe. So when the pretty little witch began to wrap her arms around Theo's neck, batting her eyes at him as she leaned in, Theo felt his stomach drop.

The kiss is cold and stiff and all Theo can think about is how chapped this witch's lips are. Nothing like the soft pink of Mattheo's- No.

Theo forces his eyes closed, pressing his lips harshly against the girl's as he grips her waist firmly. Ignoring the blaring sirens going off in his head, he pulls her closer still, letting her fingers tangle messily in his hair even though each touch is a stinging reminder of how he'd rather be anywhere else. He hazily hears her giggle against his mouth as he continues to make out with her, determined to shove Mattheo from his mind.

Theo was getting to be insufferable to be around. A scowl was permanently etched across his face, he was slamming books, doors, brooding about as if a rain cloud were following him about. It was so bad even Draco had taken notice and he was about as self absorbed as it came.

It was getting to the point where everyone was beginning to grow a bit worried for the boy. Just that morning Theo had snapped at Professor Snape, costing Slytherin House 20 points and almost landing himself a detention. Thankfully Blaise had hauled him off before he could open his mouth again.

The week before, Theo almost took Mattheo's head off during quidditch practice when he sent a bludger flying his way. And that was saying something considering the fact that Theo was a chaser and Mattheo was the one with a beater's bat in his hand.

Theo had even begun eating meals alone in the library, sneaking food past Madam Pince.

"Alright mate, you've gotta tell us what's been bothering you for the past few weeks," Mattheo says, finally breaking down one night after the door to their shared dormitory is slammed closed once again behind one Theodore Nott.

Theo just grumbles incoherently as he throws his book bag onto the floor in a heap next to his bed, gaining the attention of their other roommate.

"Maybe he's sexually frustrated because he hasn't gotten laid since that party a few weeks back," Lorenzo pipes up, never one to miss an opportunity to poke fun at Theo.

"Not everything can be solved with sex, Berkshire," Mattheo scoffs, throwing a pillow at the boy, but still letting out a hearty laugh.

"Oh like you're one to talk, horny bastard. You and Potter have been going at it like rabbits-"

"Nothing has been fucking bothering me. I'm fine," Theo snaps, cutting Lorenzo off and wiping the grins off his roommates' faces.

A beat of silence passes where Mattheo and Enz just stare dumbfoundedly at Theo, surprised by his outburst. Usually he was the calm and collected one of the three. It was rare for him to raise his voice. Much less at them.

"I'm gonna go shower," Theo grumbles, grabbing his soap and towel from his wardrobe before storming right back out of the room.

"Fucking hell, what was that?" Mattheo asks, mouth agape as he stares at the door.

If Theo kept barging in and out like that, those poor hinges weren't going to last another week.

Lorenzo just shrugs, uninterested.

"He's been all pissy ever since you started in with Potter. Don't think he likes him much," he drawls, pulling out a PlayWizard magazine out from under his mattress and beginning to page through it lazily.

Mattheo glares at the offending item in his friend's hands.

"Really Enz? Now?" he huffs, snatching the magazine from across the room with a quick accio before tossing it over his shoulder, banishing it off to one of the far corners of the messy room.

Lorenzo just rolls his eyes in protest, leaning back on his bed and tucking his hands behind his head.

"You ever talk to him? 'Bout you liking wizards and all? Like really talk to him? You know how his father is, stuck in the past and all. Maybe he's been messing with ole Theodore's head."

Mattheo blinks. No. No! That was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard come out of Enzo's mouth. And Enzo said a lot of stupid shit. Surely not. Theo? He shakes his head, lying back himself as he twirls his wand about mindlessly.

"You're out of your damn mind Berkshire," he grunts, eyes boring into the ceiling above.

Meanwhile, Theo was quite certain he'd actually lost his mind this time. He'd never snapped like that before and in that moment, he felt like his father. The scalding water stings against his skin as he tries to burn the memory out of his head. Salazar fuckin Slytherin he was going insane.

He was trying. Really he was. But every time he looked at his best friend, he felt a sickening, sinking feeling begin to grow in his gut. It made him feel like throwing up. It made him hot and sweaty and his fists would clench up like Matt's did when he was getting ready for a fight. But at the same time, his chest would clench and he just wanted to hide Mattheo away, somewhere where no one else could have him, just Theo. But especially not, Potter. God, just thinking about him with Mattheo made Theo nauseous.

He had to sit there in potions watching the precious little lion practically rake his eyes up and down his best friend. Had to pretend he didn't see the boy who refused to die waiting for his best friend just outside the quidditch locker room. Not even the Great Hall was safe where, every time he looked up to talk to Enzo across the table, there was the golden boy himself at the Gryffindor table making eyes at his best friend seated next to him. Disgusting.

He couldn't stand it. Couldn't tolerate it. Couldn't- tolerate it?

A cold feeling washes over Theo as he freezes in place, the scorching hot water suddenly cold against his skin as dread slowly begins to creep in.

Was he being? Of course not.

It wasn't about Mattheo liking other guys. It was about him liking Potter of all people. Yeah. Of all the options that's who he went with? That was the problem. Not the fact that the sight of Mattheo kissing him made him viscerally ill. Just the fact that it was Potter he was kissing. Right.

He wasn't being intolerant. He hadn't had a problem when he walked in on Pansy and Luna making out in a broom closet. Sure it had been mildly traumatic, but it simply hadn't been his business. Not that the only reason he didn't care then was because it didn't affect him-

It was just different because it was Mattheo.

Another week passed and things between Theo and the world had not gotten any better. In fact, one might even say that things had become exponentially worse. Mostly because Mattheo was experiencing what Lorenzo was calling 'emotional whiplash'. One minute Theo was storming through their dormitory like a wild hurricane, slamming books onto his bed and grumbling to himself. But an hour later he'd be offering Mattheo the answers to their charms homework like nothing was the matter.

It all had Mattheo spinning on his head, never sure which Theo he was going to get, and he was tired of being on edge around his best friend. He just wanted- no needed things to go back to how they were. And the only way that was going to happen was if he found out what was really bothering Theo.

The library was much too quiet for Mattheo's liking. He hated the way you could hear the pages of books being turned echoing off the walls, hated how the lights were dimmed low enough that you could just barely make out the words on the page in front of you, and hated how the whole place smelled like stale parchment. But yet here he was, navigating the rows and rows of books in search of his best friend because Theo liked it here and that was enough for him.

When he finally finds the elusive brunette Theo looks up, almost surprised that Mattheo had found him amongst the endless bookshelves. Almost. Mattheo had always had a knack for finding Theo, even when he didn’t particularly want to be found.

“Hey,” Mattheo offers stiffly, eyeing his friend warily trying to gauge his mood.

Theo just leans back in his chair, head nodding, gesturing for his friend to take a seat.

“So. You’ve been- on edge lately,” Mattheo states, pursing his lips hoping Theo would give him something to work with.

Anything really at this point.

He can see his friend visibly stiffen at his words, jaw clenching as his eyes stare straight forward at the table in front of them.

"Been a weird semester," Theo replies, picking at the table.

Mattheo lets out a sigh as he too leans back in his chair as he takes a good look at his friend. Usually he felt like he knew Theo like the back of his hand. Most of the time he liked to think that he knew Theo better than he knew himself. But looking at him now, he hardly recognized him. His face was tired and he could see bags starting to form under his eyes.

"Look, is something going on with your father again? He can be pretty, intense," Mattheo asks, trying to find a spot to break through Theo's hard exterior.

Theo shakes his head quickly, sitting up a bit.

"No, no, he's actually left me alone for the most part this year. Which is preferable I guess," he replies, still not quite meeting Mattheo's eyes.

"Is it something I've done then?" Mattheo asks, head tilting as he crosses his arms over his chest as if they'll protect him from whatever comes out of Theo's mouth next.

This time though, Theo's eyes snap to his, almost frantically.

"No! I mean yes- but. It's not something you've done exactly. Well it is, but it's not you-" Theo blurts out, stumbling as he tries to get words out.

Mattheo doesn't utter a word, scared that if he does, Theo would clam right back up.

"I just- do you ever think. Do you ever feel like I don't uh, accept you?" Theo rushes out finally, face turning rather red as his gaze suddenly finds the surface of the table quite interesting once more.

Mattheo blinks once. Then again before letting out a snort of laughter. He just couldn't help it.

"That's what this has all been about?" He asks, trying and failing to cover his snickers as his friend sends a glare his way.

"I'm being serious Matt. Every time I see you and- Potter," Theo visibly shudders at the name, "making out in some corner, I feel like I'm going to be sick."

Mattheo just rolls his eyes.

"So you don't like seeing me make out with other guys. So what? That doesn't immediately make you prejudiced. Prudish maybe, but I suppose I wouldn't want to see someone I consider a brother making out with someone all the time either."

Theo's eyes narrow, clearly not convinced by Mattheo's words.

"Look, I'll scale it back alright? We have been a bit obnoxious about it all lately," Mattheo continues.

"That's just it, isn't it though? You shouldn't have to change what you're doing on my account," Theo grumbles.

"Oh come off it. It's not as if you're telling me not to kiss other lads. You just don't want to see it the same way neither of us like walking in on and seeing Enzo's latest conquest."

Theo wants to protest, Mattheo can tell, but he doesn't.

"You're probably just over thinking it mate. Don't let it get to you. You're freaking everyone out. Draco's convinced you're dying and in a mood because you don't know how to tell everyone," Mattheo says, trying to lighten the mood.

Theo just snorts, shaking his head as he picks his book back up.

"Get outta here," he chuckles, that familiar grin that Mattheo knew all too well finally returning to his face.

"So glad we had this little talk. You know how I love our little chats," he calls back as he disappears once more into the maze of bookshelves.

This had been a mistake. Theo knew going into this that this was going to be a mistake. But yet here he was yet again, brooding in the corner of the Slytherin common room as loud chatter and even louder music suffocated the dark dungeon.

Theo hadn't seen Mattheo all night so he could only imagine what kind of nefarious activities his best friend was up to at that very moment. He tried to push the thoughts from his mind. He'd been doing a lot better over the last few weeks. Mattheo had stuck to his word and kept his escapades with Potter substantially more subtle which had allowed Theo to simply pretend it wasn't happening at all, thereby lifting his spirits a good bit.

It seemed to have all worked to his detriment however since his friends, having noticed that he was no longer acting like an intolerable git, decided that they would drag him out of his dormitory this fine Friday evening to 'socialize'. He didn't want to be here. At least not sober.

Mumbling some half-assed excuse about getting himself a drink, Theo breaks off from his circle to go and raid the not so secret stash of Firewhisky that the Slytherins has stockpiled. Anything to get his mind off of where, or more importantly what, Mattheo was up to.

It wasn't even his business. He shouldn't care this much. No one else seemed to. Not Lorenzo. Not Blaise. Certainly not Draco. He had no reason to be this invested in Mattheo's romantic affairs. He wasn't his mother. Or what had Mattheo said? They were like brothers. Theo had to laugh mirthlessly at that one. Mattheo was most certainly not his brother, he was his best friend. But regardless of the label it didn't give Theo any kind of right to obsess over his other relationships.

Theo is so caught up trying to keep his mind from spinning out of control that when he turns the sharp corner to head towards the dormitories, he nearly crashes into a couple sloppily making out in the shadows.

In the faint light, Theo can just make out the glasses and oh so familiar scar on the boy pressed up against the wall, but- no. Theo would know Mattheo's soft, silky brown curls anywhere, and those were definitely not them. This guy was a lot taller than Mattheo too.

Oh Theo was going to rock their shit.

Before he even had the chance to fully comprehend what he was doing, Theo ripped the other boy off of Potter, slamming him hard against the wall.

"What in Salazar's fucking name do you think you're doing? Huh? Think you can cheat on my mate do you? That it?" The words leave Theo's mouth like fire as the other boy tries to get Theo off of Harry, but Theo just shoves him back instead and Harry seems too stunned to react.

Theo can't think, all he sees is red as Potter's shirt becomes fisted in his hands.

Then suddenly Mattheo is there, hands gently pulling Theo off of Harry as they both stumble away from each other. Theo feels like he's in a daze as he watches Potter scramble over to the other boy to make sure he's alright as Mattheo takes Theo's arm, guiding him away. He can't even hear his own voice as he spits something out over his shoulder, Mattheo quickly apologizing as he drags his friend back to their dorm.

"The hell was that?" Theo explodes as soon as the door to their dorm is shut.

Mattheo just sighs, leaning back against the door frame, trying to hold back a smile.

"Theo-"

"No! He cannot spend the better part of the last few months snogging you every chance he bloody gets just to fucking cheat on you! The bloody hell is wrong with him?"

"Theo it's okay-"

"The hell it isn't. It doesn't fucking matter if the two of you weren't even officially together, that slimy little git, I'll fucking finish what Voldemort started."

Mattheo snorts at this, "Theo I-"

"No Matt. You don't get to defend him. I don't care if you like him, he's a piece of shit you know that? He's shit, and a coward, and I never liked him. And you know what the worst part of it all is? He doesn't even know what he lost. I've had to sit around for the past how many months watching the two of you running off together constantly, feeling fucking sick to my stomach every time he kissed you, and he goes and throws it all away like it's nothing. Like you're nothing. And you're not. Not to me."

Theo doesn't see it coming. One moment he's in the midst of a full blown rant, and the next, Mattheo's soft lips that he'd fallen asleep thinking about so many times were on his.

He goes slow at first. Careful, as if he's half expecting Theo to jerk away in disgust, or horror, or some mix of the two. But instead Theo leans in, cupping Mattheo's face and pulling him towards him hungrily. It's almost desperate the way Theo clings to his friend, the ghost of uncertainty completely overtaken by the months of pining that had been brewing just beneath the surface.

When they finally pull apart, Theo can still feel Mattheo's warm breath on his face as he holds onto him, keeping him close.

They stay like that for a long time. Theo isn’t sure how much time had passed, but he didn’t want to let go.

It's Mattheo who breaks the silence first, face still so close that his lips brush against Theo's when he opens his mouth.

"Can I explain everything now, or do you want to continue to confess your undying love for me?" he teases with a familiar smirk.

Theo grumbles a bit at that.

"I didn't say that," he mumbles, tucking Mattheo's head under his chin, resting his head in Mattheo's nest of wild curls.

Mattheo just hums in response.

"Potter and I were never together," he says finally. "He had his eye on someone else, wanted to make 'em jealous. Came to me cause he thought I'd get them riled up the most and it worked."

Mattheo can feel Theo freeze around him, can sense his brain whirring as he dissects this new information.

"And what was in it for you?" he asks, voice stiff.

Mattheo lets out a quiet hum.

"Mmm. Couple galleons here, some good snogging there. Had my eye on someone myself, but wasn't so sure how he felt about blokes. To be fair I don't think he knew either. But it worked out for me in the end."

Mattheo feels the snort of air Theo lets out at his reply and knows his friend is grinning into his hair.

"Didn't make you out to be the jealous type," he says lightly, feeling the need to poke fun at his friend.

"I didn't either."

Mattheo has to laugh, basking in the feeling of Theo's arms still wrapped around him.

"You're such an idiot."

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let you break my heart again — 4

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♫ i miss you i’m sorry - gracie abrams

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charles_leclerc Really happy to be part of the Ferrari Drivers Academy and be development driver for Scuderia Ferrari :) For you, (your initial).

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charles_leclerc Dreams come true 💫

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yn.yln.16 made a best friend at work ❤️‍🩹

p.s new article is up in my blog 🫧

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charles_leclerc Prema today ! Working to get back on the top step as soon as possible 🙂🏆

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kylie_yln anyone cute? 😚

⤷ yn.yln.16 looollll no 😖

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⤷ yn.yln.16 ouiii maman!!! see you soon:)

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Charles, before you find out from anyone else, I am having lunch with Yn today.

Charles🤦‍♂️

What? Where?

How long will she be there?

Is she with you now? Maman?

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charles_leclerc POLEEE POSITIONNN 🏎️ 2 poles out of 2 Qualifyings. Thanks again prema_team for the great car. But tomorrow is the day that counts ! 👊🏻

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BBC NEWS • SHORT STORIES

MEET YN YLN May 29, 2017

Yn Yln has been making her mark in the industry.

From detailed writing on fashion pieces to analyzing the newest models of F1 cars, Yn Yln is racing through the internet.

Yln told the BBC it was her bursting of emotions that first got her to write.

Her love of fashion was what started her journey. She put up her first blog up in 2010 titled “Layering”. Yln showcased several ways to style for the winter which skyrocketed her blog.

She then wrote about the racing sport. Yln mentioned a friend of hers raced and that is where her writing started to flourish.

“He just got me really interested in the sport that I couldn’t go a week without writing whether Hamilton got a win or modifications had been made to the sport.”

The writer got her first issue in Vogue out this May 11th. The issue was about her sister, Kylie Yln, and her entrepreneurship.

But while she has achieved much beyond her years, Yln has much more ahead of her. She continues to help the writing industry advance and flourish.

F1 2018: Charles Leclerc confirmed at Sauber

Kylie Yln launches new collection

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charles_leclerc I remember watching Formula 1 being younger and dreaming of one day being part of it. I can't believe this day has arrived and that I will be racing with Alfa Romeo Sauber F1 Team for the 2018 Formula 1 World Championship. I am hugely thankful to all the people who have been involved in my path to Formula 1.

A special thought to my father that did absolutly everthing for me to get there and to Jules that also helped me massively, I wish you two were here to see that but l'm sure you will follow me from up there.

A special thank you to the Ferrari Drivers Academy/Scuderia Ferrari, my sponsors/partners, Nicolas Todt/All Road Management, my family, all the people close to me during all these years & obviously Alfa Romeo Sauber F1 Team for giving me this opportunity.

Also, a special thank you to (your initial). This is also for you and I’m proud of you.🤍

Still a long way to go to my second dream..! So back to work and see vou in Melbourne 🏎️

december 3, 2017

Charles Leclerc explains reasons behind #16 F1 number choice

december 13, 2017

Since he was young, Leclerc has been dreamt of his future in being an F1 driver, as well as his future number.

The 20 year old driver explains it has always been the number he was going to pick.

“There is too much emotional connection for me to not pick this number. I hold this number deep in my heart and the person who helped me achieve everything, is mainly the reason. I hope to do the number well and give it justice.”

He has yet to specify who he is talking about but fans would guess a close friend. READ MORE…

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february 13, 2018

MARCH 25, 2018

it was nerve shaking for both yn and charles to come into the paddock knowing the other would be there but they both walked in with confidence.

with charles in his rookie season, many interviewers were trying to get his input on it. he searched the faces for that one (y/h/c) but proceeded to answer questions while walking.

as he started to leave the group, he had the urge to turn around. and when he did, he was met with those (y/e/c) and nostalgia.

the interviewers started to disperse, getting in his line of vision for a moment before they were focues on her.

this was his second shot and he was not going to waste it.

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NOTE sorry it took so long to upload:( hope everyone has a good year!! this took me a while and a lot of things aren’t accurate, such as the job description, but its fictional!!

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A Friend from Noxus

Ambessa x Silco

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Ambessa never would have thought the ruler of Piltover's underworld, Silco, would be so her type.

tgs: sfw, budding romance, silly virus, barely proof read, family dynamics uhh yers

an: I wanna write them freaking but also I wanna read abt then freaking sorry someone else gotta do it pls pls pls I wanna read it so bad

Noxions paraded down the streets of Zaun, forcing their way down the sweaty, drenched roads. The air tasted of fresh spite and mighty prowess, sharp enough to cut through the smokey fog of the undercity. Her soldiers burst through the doors of Silco's lair, their efforts immediately greeted by Sevika, who stood large and ready before them.

"Stand down. We are not here to battle," a husky voice ripped through the fog. An ebony hand guided a soldier out of the way, revealing the seven foot lioness, that was Ambessa. Sevika's eyes flickered up to meet hers, not a second of hesitation ebbing in her eyes.

Ambessa smiled cunningly, but Sevika only clicked her teeth. "We are Noxions! We're not--"

"Cut the flattery, W'dya want," Sevika spat, eyes burning with control.

Ambessa hummed deliciously, "Mmh... The strong recognize the strong," she sighs with a cackle, "We want to talk to your 'Silco' about Shimmer. We can make a trade of some sorts. Noxus has plenty to offer... Weapons, armor, or plain metal for your- hmm... Experiments," her eyes flickered to Sevika's arm.

There was a brief moment of slience. Sevika crossed her arms and analyzed the foreigners again and again, a pillar of strength, calculating the odds. When the odds were right, she sighed, and Ambessa knew it immediately. "Alright. Your goons. Have them wait out," Sevika demanded.

"Ooh, why yes, but of course," her slivery voice turned as firece as hot coals as she commanded, "Soldiers, wait on me," poping every t and humming every "mn".

Ambessa was brought to the heart of it, her matured eyes scanning every detail of his facility, all before she was brought to the grand door. Sevika knocked and soon entered, stating Ambessa and her business here.

Ambessa was engulfed in the smell of ashen honey, smooth vanilla with aged vintage flare. The kind of smell that was distant and plain, your atypical person would enjoy it. A smell that clashed with the burning iron and charocaled oranges that followed Ambessa. A smell that forced you to acknowledge the iron-heavy, intense flavor long before the ebbing sweetness of oranges. A smell not familar or likable to most.

And to the large and proud chair that stood tall and erect, Ambessa quickly realized that Silco was just another goon. Sevika marched over to it, leaned to whisper, and Ambessa, for the briefest of moments, dropped her guard. Silco was to be atypical, tall, muscular, and

A creaky, riveting voice slithered out, "So you want to know about shimmer. Does Noxus even care for it?" The chair swung around, revealing a skinny, short, older man. He was a little younger than her, but aged in years, his hair coated with sleak sliver strands. His eyes were lidded in silent power, silent maturity, slient, deadly, prowess.

It was weird.

How her fierce heart quivered for a moment. She scanned him deeper, more than she would anyone else. No longer was it about collections, no, deciphering him became her new goal. He was her exact opposite. Were she stood large and foreboding, frontly powerful, he sat small and calculated.

Not a bit of him was even briefly intimidated by her stature, by her title-- by her.

She smirked.

Hmm. She liked small. He was handsome too. What a treat for her. A tasteful bite of candy.

She could imagine the crunch.

Her eyes stood with a different allure, and Silco noticed the change quickly. Something only seasoned negotiator would pick up on, something that flew right over Sevika's head. It was the playful tug at the corner of her full lips, the tiniest etchings of longing brutal in her stare. It was direct, accompanied by a quick raise of eyebrows. "Of, but of course. It's like I always say, the strong recognize the strong. And your beautiful Zaun has its glorious knack for inventions. Chemical and mechanical. We Noxions... Haha, we prefer to use our force. But, good always lies where expansion can be made."

"And you, my friend," she husks, "sit at the pinickle of expansion." Her voice was loud and proud, something he was quick to note of.

She began to move towards him, stepping into the light and closer to his old, damaged eyes. He found it hard to find a place to rest his eyes, whether it be her curvaceous, might body, thode bountiful muscles, or those oredatory eyes. Eyes that found a way to single him, the Silco- king of the undercity- out like a lost puppy.

It irrated yet intrigued him.

Such confidence etched in playful tests and somehow convinced him he was young again. An annoyed smirk slipped out the corners of his mouth.

He'll play your little game, Ambessa of Noxus.

Every step she took seemed to boom in the quiet room. The vibrations of which are strong enough to rattle some of the flimsier trinkets on his desk. She was marching up to meet him, to check him, that ferocious gleam in her eyes pinning him down in his spot. And when she came close, laying her palms on his desk, looking down over him, he met her too; dropping both his elbows on his desk, leaning forward, and resting his lips against his interlocked fingers.

He bore up into her eyes, small encompassed by her, but still unbreakable, like a small but venomous thorn. And she, she took up his entire view, swallowing him in an endless chocolate sea. But chocolate was ever sweeter when aged and tarred in the dew of time.

No longer did Silco find that this conversation was going to be about anything really meaningful.

He hummed, the brief fog of a chuckle escaping his mouth. He rested the front of his chin against his hands and spoke, purposefully being louder to try to rattle her, "What if we Zaunites don't need your help? We can find perfectly good materials here," he said.

Ambessa was one step ahead, her eyes drifting down to the flimsy trinkets on his desk. Her index finger poked at a ratty, defected monkey bomb sat next to a picture frame she couldn't clearly see; then her eyes found Sevika's arm again. "Is that so? Is this what Zaun defines as high quality? Oh, then we Noxions must have poor taste and even poorer understanding of your culture," she boomed.

It was enough to make Silco laugh, truly laugh. The sound was a short, airy crank, dead in seconds but followed by oddly warm eyes. Eyes warm enough to raise an eyebrow from Sevika. It was weird to her. They were too close, Ambessa never inched away from his face, and he never backed off either. He had already proved his prowess? So why did he not back... away.

When thebgears finally hitched in Sevika's brain, she cringed severely. "Silco," she muttered, not quite loud but not quite soft; ans stood awaiting orders.

He snapped out of his daze for a moment, "That will be all, Sevika," and waved her out, and she left the room, not even looking back for a second. "Does our Zaunite guest enjoy foregin wine," He asked, standing up moments after to fetch a bottle and two glasses.

Ambessa eyed him down as he stood, her eyes flickering down to his ass, grinning, and absorbing as much of his smaller frame as she could. He was mysterious and intriguing, and he had a nice view. It had her wondering if he was the type to quiver, or better, to beg and to pleaded.

But, she was getting too ahead of herself, wasn't she?

"Yes, but only if our new Zaunite friend will accompany me," she grinned. Ambessa took this moment to finally sit down, sitting in a chair infront of his desk and flipping that picture frame from before over to her. Silco returned and poured their glasses, the tart aroma filling the air. It was a deeply aged wine, the smell sharp and pugnent. Her favorite kind. God, it was ridiculous how excited it made her.

She couldn't remember the last time she felt like this. So... Teenage-like. Giddy over dick.

And speaking of, her eyes flickered back to the picture frame, finding a teenaged-blue-haired girl beaming back at her. "Ooh, is this your daughter? I have one myself," she chimed delightedly.

Silco chuckled, sinking back into his chair, his darkened eye scanning the edge of the picture frame. "What can be more undoing than a daughter," he sighs, swirling his glass and giving it a sniff.sniffs.

The words shook her, forcing a deep sigh out of her, "Aah. Precisely," she shook her head.

He asked, "Fresh wound?"

She scoffs, "Tell me about it. Her plans are--"

He continues, "Ambitious, Ludacris, Childish... Oh, and the foreboding one, borderline terrifying." He hums into his glass and takes a much needed sip.

Ambessa's eyes seem to weaken, her face showing the smallest glimpses of sadness. Her tone is airy, "Yes... All of the above." She lays the picture down, grabbing her glass and taking a sip. The wine is tart at first but blossoms into a heavenly fruity shower. Bliss escapes her at the taste. "I don't know how to get through to her."

"Who does? They listen when they want to. And as painful as it is you're...."

"Forced to let them go," Ambessa smiles.

His eyes find hers, "Precisely my... Noxion Friend." It's her turn to laugh now, the sound is not short or creaky, it's loud and full. So adverse to everything about him. He likes it.

How strange.

His smile is sly, there's this weird fulling sense of pride that bubbles up knowing he made her laugh. It's an addictive flare. He wants to do it again. He wants to hear it one more time. The quietness that remains after, as they drink in sweetened silence, is filled with subtle fondness.

And by the time they finish their glasses, and Silco serves them another, they've completely forgotten why they were meeting in the first place. And somehow.

They've turned from aaged veterans into dickish, stupid, young adults.

Silco wouldn't be able to explain, let alone place the moment when south turned southern. The moment where he found Ambessa leaned over the desk again, the moment when her large hands imprisoned him to his chair, and her sweet, orange breath mingled with his vanilla. The moment when her lips met his so stupidly, and her large tongue devoured his- so absurdly.

Overtaken by adversity, over taken by her subtle handsome charm, subdued into place, just where she wanted to devour him, but like a prickish thorn he played yet never fell into her submission. His hand reached and caressed up her cheek, turning his head and deepening the kiss; smoothly slurping up more of her delectable mouth. He could hear the muffled surprised laughter escape her, and he drank it up like holy water. His hands entangling her grey, beautiful curls, and encasing them tight into her fingers.

Tight enough to make her hiss in annoyance, and as she pulls out of the kiss with a hardened glare, she's met with this dubiously smug grin. Her eyes flickered with excitement.

She never took Silco for a brat.

Things were moulding and melting. It was like everything was beginning to disappear around her. Silco's grey strands seemed to disappear within a moments notice, his wrinkles softening, his smile perky and bright. And it was weird, how weight seemed to be lifted off her own body, and her hair, melting into the deep, red locks she seemed to have forgotten about.

"Brave little rabbit," she barks, her large palm scooping up his soft cheek. Her thumb forces its way into his mouth, and he releases the tiniest noise of surprise and catches her thumb between his caines. She shudders, "Ooh..."

A long black bang strand seems to slip out from his slicked back hair, and she brushes it away as she sneaks into another deadly kiss. To which was no cure, burning impossibly fatal. Knowing that now, there was no part of her that genuinely wanted to stop this.

"Oh god. I'm not gonna' call you mom, y'know," a voice broke through silence.

At the sound, Silco immediately shoved Ambessa away, her pretty red locks turning back into grey, wild curls. And oddly enough, he became very aware of his ragged breathing. He stoof up, eyes shooting to a ledge above him, where blue braids hung.

"Ja-Jinx," he stuttered as he slinked his hair back.

"What on earth, Child? Have you no manners," Ambessa suddenly barked, gazing up at the girl. She quickly recognized this 'Jinx' as the girl in the photo, her eyebrows pinched flat. She looked immediately at Silco, crossing her arms in distaste. He seemed to sink away from her gaze, desperately wiping the bashful sweat from his forehead. "Have you not taught her anything at all?"

Silco opened his mouth to speak, but only a ghastly stammer escaped him.

"Well? Order her out," her eyebrows only pierced sharper. She was a mother herself. She knew the rage that would inflict her if someone ordered out Mel in her home, so she dared not to send the 'Jinx' away. Not without permission.

Silco grumbled something, "Jinx! You need to leave."

Jinx furrowed hed brows, spinning her gun, not even looking at them, "No."

Silco seemed to shrink up even more, his hand going to pinch his temples.

Ambessa barked at him more, "Go on! Is that all you are going to take?"

"I'm weak to her," Silco grumbled.

"You need to introduce that child to discipline. Only through strict rules will a child learn to grow. She will never respect you this way! Strict rules, Silco. Strict, rules," Ambessa said.

Silco sighs, "She is grown enough, she will learn through time that--"

With an airy cackle ever so reminiscent to Silco's, the wild child jumped down and landed harshly on the desk crouched, her eyes finding Ambessa's sharply. "Oh god! Dad! My step mom is ruining my life," she hollered.

Ambessa gasped in horror, her eyes flickering to the muddy shoes on his desk, "My lord! This is unruly!"

Jinx only laughed more as she slipped off the table, crying sarcastically, "I never wanted you to get a divorce! This new woman is ruinning my lifeeeugh- God!"

"Oh no! You will not talk to us this way! If you will not say something I will," she gazes at Sikco one last time before turning back, "Listen, you will respect--"

"Whomp, whomp, can't hear ya', toots," Jinx opens the door to leave and slams it behind her.

Ambessa's jaw falls as she slowly sits back down in her chair, irritated fingers drumming against the arm rest. She can hear the nervous, misplaced steps of Silco behind her, as he releases a stressed, raggedy, old man cough and sinks back into his seat as well.

Ambessa continues her statement, "And she just does whatever she pleases?" She turns in her chair, now facing Silco, his forehead dropped in his propped up hands on his desk.

He says defeatedly, "Yes..."

"She is undoing because you did not teach her discipline," she scoffs.

"I know. I have. She will be alone in this world forever, I won't be here for a few years longer-- I-I need her to know she can count on me... As much as she can. This world will... It has no room for people like us," he hisses.

Ambessa sighs, "It would not hurt to tell her no once and awhile."

He cries elated, "I do! She doesn't listen."

"Ha," Ambessa laughs, the sound booming.

"Hm, and yours does?" He huffs, and the laughter halts.

"My Mel," she pauses to finds the words, but continues with a stammer, "My Mel... Well. Alright, alright. Alright... I wont tell you how to fix up your child, and you certainly will not mine..."

"Perfect," he chuckles, clicking his tongue.

"But! All I am saying is... You need your personal life as well... Don't you?" Her eyes flicker to him with regained childish passion. The kind of glare seasoned with playful allure, one he's made impossibly aware of. And oddly enough, she's only met with bashful, wide eyes.

He croaks, "You... You want to see me again?"

Ambessa laughs again. This time, it's loud and hearty. She reaches and cups his face, tracing his face in her massive hands.

"Even though that was a total disaster?" He laughs in disbelief.

"I have always taken a liking to the helpless, and hoe the children would say it, 'geekish' types, hm? Yes, we may see each other again. But," she pauses dramatically, poping the T, "Nowhere even near where your wild girl can find you. And most certainly, no one must find out about this arrangement, Silco."

She said his name. He never realized how little she said it and how befitting it sounded from her lips.

"But of course, my Noxion friend."

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igotanidea · 1 year ago

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Mysterious box: Jason Todd x reader

Warning: a little innuendo, but generally it's supposed to be funny, cause it's hot outside and I'm suffocating.

***

She was sitting in her work, praying for the hours to pass quicker.

Honestly the day was closer to hell than anything else.

Chair was uncomfortable pressing into her back.

Hair was sticky due to the excessive heat and lack of air conditioning.

Y/N could almost feel the beads of sweat running down her back, sinking into the crack.

Disgusting!

And yet, the boss didn't seem to care, sitting in his state-of-art office equipped with all the technology to keep him untouched by the weather and separated from the hoi polloi that his employees were.

Prick!

As if she (and the whole office to put it bluntly) didn't know that what the boss was doing behind those tightly closed doors had little if anything to do with working.

Rather making personal calls and chatting on facebook while his peons worked their asses off.

Y/n's annoyance started increasing in direct proportion to the heat outside (and inside). Finally, losing the last remnants of self-control and dignity and missing the fact that she needed this job, the girl raised from her chair, ready to march into her supervisor bubble and shove some things up his face even if that meant getting sacked or-

"Miss Y/N Y/L/N?"

She spun around at the sound of her name, reacting instinctively.

"Yeah, that's me."

"I got a package for you." the man that suddenly became much more real to Y/N's haze brain and slowly turned into a deliveryman put an acknowledgement of receipt under her nose. "Can you sign this?"

"But - I didn't order anything-'' she frowned, over analyzing whether this was some sort of scam.

"It's already paid for."

"By who?" the frown grew more stern at those words.

"I don't know, maybe you have a secret admirer?"

"I'm taken-"

"Look. Miss. honestly. I don;t care." the guy finally started to get irritated. "This has your name on it. And the price is settled. So could you please try to not make my job harder and sign it? Please?"

"Oh." She blushed a little, realising that she was behaving like a proverbial Karen. "Yeah, sure, of course, I'm sorry." With quick motion her signature ended on the paper.

"Thank you." He seemed to be relieved at her change of attitude and quickly rushed out the door, muttering something about whiny girls.

And now she was stuck in the middle of the office open space, with the biggest package ever, wrapped in red paper with an elegant leather ribbon adorning it.

Having all her colleagues' eyes on it.

Right. Cause nothing livens up a shitty day like putting the attention onto someone else.

"What is it?"

"Who is it from?"

"Can we see what's inside?"

"Come on Y/N, unwrap it here!"

The voices started attacking her from every direction, but she knew better than to react or - god forbid - subdue.

Using the moment of commotion as her coworkers began to close in on her like zombies starved for entertainment, she quickly grabbed the box. Diving between the stretched arms and the thicket of legs, Y/N miraculously managed to reach the bathroom, locking the door behind her, finally getting a moment of peace to inspect the gift.

***

Jason sent her the set of 10 Dior body care products...

Which must have cost a fortune. And as she started to unwrap all those little vials and boxes, her eyes bore into a note.

Princess,

Last night, when we were "busy" I noticed your skin being a little dry. Hopefully, this little set of things will remedy that problem. Use it tonight. I'll be sure to drop by your place around midnight.

Shit.

She felt her hands shake a little at the innuendo, but that was not everything.

And don't you worry about the price, sunshine. No money in the world can compare with the way you feel wrapped around me and the way you're skin brush against mine. Want you all soft and wet tonight... I got so many ideas of how to make sure those products won't go to waste...

Oh...

She was so right to get inside that bathroom.

Because the stain on her panties had absolutely nothing to do with the weather and temperature.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd smut #red hood smut #jason todd fluff #red hood fluff #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n

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bianotbia · 3 months ago

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# astrology confessions 3 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Hello! Here I am again, yapping about astrology on tumblr. It’s just so fun analyzing this stuff and having those “wow, I never thought about that” moments. Anyway, on to my confession :)

Recently, I was talking to my mom—because, of course, I love annoying her with astrology rants (just kidding, she actually enjoys hearing about it, even though she doesn’t really believe in any of it). During our conversation, I found myself reflecting on how fascinating cusp-born people are. But more specifically, I was thinking about Chester Bennington (from linkin park) and Hwang Hyunjin (from stray kids).

Chester and Hyunjin were born in completely different places and times, yet they technically share the same birth date—March 20th. That immediately raises the question: are they aries or pisces? When factoring in their birth time and location, Chester falls into aries, while Hyunjin into pisces. At first glance, you might think, "well, obviously—look at how different they are from each other".

But looking deeper, that’s where things get interesting. Chester, at first, seems like the typical aries guy—hot-headed, impulsive, and full of the raw, fiery energy as a rock band frontman. But if you really understand his story, you’ll see how deeply vulnerable and sensitive he was. Every lyric, every scream in a linkin lark song wasn’t just about anger; it was his way of releasing emotions he couldn’t otherwise express. Music was his escape, his battle against inner demons, his longing for something just out of reach—very much a piscean trait.

Now, on a slightly different note, many fans didn’t warm up to the new linkin park lineup. Understandably, people were attached to him, and any change after everything that happened felt strange. But Emily is undeniably talented—a great screamo singer in her own right. The main difference I noticed is in the way they scream. Emily’s screams feel like pure rage, like yelling at someone else. Chester’s, on the other hand, were something entirely different—you could feel the pain and sorrow. He wasn’t just screaming at the world, as an aries might, he was screaming at himself, trying to silence his thoughts, striving to be better—quite like a pisces.

Back to what I was saying, Hyunjin, at first glance—especially if you’re not into k-pop—might seem like the classic dreamy and graceful pisces, the “pretty idol" that girls swoon over. A soulful dancer and emotional singer, but if you really watch him perform and see how he’s evolved over the years, you start noticing something else—that fire in his eyes. There’s an intensity, something hot and explosive in the way he moves, the way he sings. It’s flirty, confident, commanding, like he can flip a switch and leave everyone stunned. He embodies pisces’ artistic, dreamy nature but also aries’ need for movement, passion, and heat.

And this is where my mom’s observation really hit me. She reminded me of something I once read (and might have told her)—that people born on cusps often carry traits from both signs. So instead of a hard cut-off between signs, it's more like a merging lane, a natural blend of characteristics rather than a strict divide. That made me realize that sun signs aren’t just neatly separated boxes—they’re part of a continuous cycle, where beginnings and endings blur together. Of course, many other factors influence someone’s personality, but I just find it beautiful how everything connects and people who seem like total opposites often have more in common than we think (also, loved that my mom actually remembered what I said!)

#astrology community #astrology notes #astrology readings #astro notes #astro observations #astrology #astro community #tarotcommunity #birth chart #astrology observations

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thedeepestwarmestblue · 1 year ago

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Please, please let it be me

Billy accidentally lets slip that he’s sweet on someone, that being Steve, in front of Steve. Of course, he won’t let it go. Billy all but begged. Weeks now he’s been hounding Billy, trying to figure him out, his eyes hyper aware, analyzing his every interaction with Hawkins’ female population. Billy’s skin crawls with anticipation. Every name guessed had Billy sweating, the lies stretching, building.

March passes into April, Billy’s birthday with it. Steve hasn’t figured it out yet. Billy’s not sure how much more he can take. When Steve asks for the answer for his birthday present, it’s almost a relief. The panic welling, suffocating when he tried to sleep. Billy found himself staying up later and later, grinding his teeth away on bullets. Exhausted, he snaps back into focus. Steve’s birthday is today. They’re in his backyard, now. He’s alone with Steve, now. The moment he’s been waiting for is happening, now.

You’ve kept me guessing for weeks, who you like? Steve says, a frustrated note coloring him magenta. They’ve had a few drinks now, looser, warmer, closer. Who is this girl? Whoever she is she doesn’t go to our school. I even made a list.

He digs it out of his pocket to show Billy. Two dozen names or more scratched out. Question marks. His doodles around curse words. Billy’s heart clenches.

Billy laughs so he doesn’t choke.

You’ve said one thing or another about every girl I’ve guessed, but it’s none of them. Steve laughs, the sound disbelieving. Not even Heather. So who is it, Billy? Who is it?

Billy is silent, for what could he possibly say? You’re right. Darling, I’ve been lying. He’s been waiting weeks for this moment and now his heart is too big, clogging his throat. Steve shakes his head, looking down at the list, thumbing at the creased edge. It looks soft from wear. His brow creases together.

You know �� it’s funny, he says quietly.

Billy straightens, feeling dizzy, Steve’s summer scent thick in his nose.

What is?

I was talking to Robin about this the other day and she said something that — I can’t stop thinking about.

What did she say?

She said I’m missing a name.

Oh yeah?

Steve is looking at his mouth, his head tilting down. Billy wets his lips. Forces himself to move, to ask, although he knows the answer.

Whose?

Steve looks at him, dark eyes on fire, taking the leap of faith.

Mine.

#just a little something something #writing warm up #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington

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fantasyinallforms · 2 years ago

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Let's talk about this scene. It's one of the most popular, and the writers and actors knew exactly what they were doing when they filmed it. This is going to be a LONG, long post because I will be breaking down and analyzing looks as well as dialog. Don't worry, I will add in a cut! Let's start with the look on Bilbo's face. Specifically, I've slowed the GIF down so you can get a good look at his face.

Bilbo stated quite clearly to Gandalf the night before this that he was not afraid of Thorin, but he is not so naive as to think that he will stay in Thorin's good graces after this. Hitched breath, sluggish movement, rapid blinking, and a look of dread on his face. This is a funeral march for whatever future might have been brewing over the course of the journey.

Thorin, by comparison, is almost slow to comprehend. There is doubt about what he is hearing written all over his features. He shakes his head and says "you" like he expected to turn around and see someone else standing there using Bilbo's voice. What I really want to get at is the conversation right after. Because it's always struck me that Thorin and Bilbo are not having the same conversation with each other.

"I took it as my fourteenth share," followed immediately by "You would steal from me?"

Now, it's, of course, important to note that Thorin is at peak dragon sickness at the moment and not in his right mind. That said, Bilbo stealing something from him was truly the last thing he could have possibly imagined happening. He suspected his kin less than a day ago but never Bilbo. I've said this in a previous deep dive, but the way that the dragon sickness reconciled Thorin's love for Bilbo and the gold was to place them in the same category. You don't expect what is entirely yours to be capable of theft. We're going to skip ahead slightly in the next GIF.

Ok, so this is where we start to see the conversation diverge. Bilbo says, "Steal from you? No, no. I'm a burglar, but I like to think I'm an honest one." Clearly trying to articulate to Thorin and the entire company that he didn't do this as a betrayal or out of greed. Thorin's response is chilling and very telling.

In the first GIF, I have no subtitles because I want you to look at his face, not what he's saying. This is the laughter and smile of a madman who just had the last thread tethering him from true madness cut. He descends very quickly from here.

Now, "You have no claim over me" is a very strong statement. In his mind, the gold is his and bound to him in every way. Bilbo, after this, is desperate. His words are desperate, and his expression is desperate. But what's more heartbreaking is the look in Thorn's eyes. Like the real Thorin is trapped behind those pretty blues, helpless to do anything.

Then, finally, after all of this, we have the full snap. The final break.

"Throw him from the ramparts."

This single line gives us probably the most heartbreaking look in the entire movie. To me, even more so than Thorin's death. This is the true "end" the final break. Bilbo's head was bent low. He was willing to take the vitriol the hate. He understood where it was coming from and was prepared for it. But those 5 words ended everything. Thorin is gone, and Bilbo knows that now.

We haven't seen true fear in Bilbo. Not once. The closest we got was when he was about to charge an orc but even that was not fear alone. There was determination and resolve that colored his expression.

That last hollow look in Bilbo's eyes is properly terrified yet if I had to name this GIF I wouldn't name it terror I would name it

Loss.

#bagginshield #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #thilbo #bilbo x thorin #Deep Dive

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aventurineswife · 3 months ago

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Hello! I kinda want your imput on something in the sahsrau. How do you think the characters would react if the reader expresses romantic or sexual attraction? I kinda had this though since a lot of people would think that the reader aka the creator is uncapable of feeling or understanding said feelings. Whoever the reader is capable of proving them wrong rather quickly. How do you think they would react to the reader wishing companionship or a romantic partner?

Or another idea how do you think they would react if they find out the reader had a lover once? or maybe even adopted a child? Like this type of thing would humanized the creator a lot because despite their power or divinity they aren't emotionless and it would make them more relatable. What do you think?

Ooh yes, I love this question. It adds such a deep, raw human layer to the whole SAHSRAU setup—like, the kind of twist that would throw the entire cast into emotional orbit.

Because you’re absolutely right: in most self-aware AUs, the reader—the “Creator”—is usually viewed as some untouchable, omnipotent force. So the moment they express something as intimately human as romantic or sexual attraction? That wall of godhood starts to crack, and for a lot of characters, that's earth-shattering.

1. Shock and Disbelief

Characters like Dan Heng or Jing Yuan might initially be stunned silent. They’ve spent so long revering you as this divine presence that the idea of you wanting something as simple and earthy as love? It’s like watching a star cry—it shouldn’t happen, and yet it does.

“You... feel that? Even with everything you are?”

“Does divinity not shield you from longing?”

They aren’t being judgmental—they just didn’t know you could want like they do.

2. The Soft Crumble

Characters like March 7th, Himeko, or Yukong would have this moment of quiet realization. Your confession makes you feel real to them. It humbles them in a good way, like:

“You’re not just watching from above… you’re with us.”

“You’ve been lonely too, haven’t you?”

They’d treat your feelings with so much care after that. Like, if you said “I miss being held,” someone like March would absolutely start crying.

3. Overprotectiveness Activates

Characters like Blade, Kafka, or Luocha might react with an intense surge of protectiveness. You? Wanting something so vulnerable? So open to being hurt?

“Who dared touch what’s sacred to us?”

“Your heart is precious. Not a soul is worthy.”

Even if they want to be your companion, this news might make them scared—not of you, but of the world being cruel to you.

4. Past Lovers / Children = Mind Blown

Finding out you had a lover or a child? That’d change everything.

Clara might start seeing you as even more kind, more nurturing.

Silver Wolf might analyze your choices like they’re priceless lore: “Wait, wait—what were they like? What kind of person gets the Creator’s heart?”

Argenti? Absolutely shattered. You had a family? A mortal, beautiful, fleeting love? That’s the most poetic tragedy he’s ever heard. He’d write songs about it.

And then there’s the collective ache—realizing their beloved divine has known loss. That your smile holds grief they never saw. It would make them adore you more, not less.

BONUS CHAOS: Reader admits their crush on the character(s)

Imagine the panic.

Reader: “...I always liked the way you spoke. It made me feel safe.”

Them: “...ERROR. FATAL SYSTEM CRASH—REBOOTING—”

You’ve just confirmed they’re not just your creation, they’re your desire too. Cue: emotional breakdowns, vows of devotion, fights between acolytes, and someone (probably Sunday or Argenti) declaring a week-long celebration.

So yeah, it would shake the entire system. Some would crumble, some would rejoice, and some would be quietly devastated because now they realize…

You’re not just their god.

You’re someone who bleeds. Who misses. Who loves.

And nothing could make you more sacred than that.

#x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #sahsrau #self aware au #self aware hsr #self aware honkai star rail

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pubbamoon · 8 months ago

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Destiny Matrix Observations

Hi besties! How are we today? So, I was wondering which type of a post I could make this time and I've got an idea of doing random observations. Since my content related to the Matrix of Destiny goes very well here, I decided to start making the Destiny Matrix observations. I hope you're gonna like it.

If you were born on March 14th, you may notice that these numbers (3 and 14) are placed in purple circle of your chart, representing the Crown chakra. This chakra relates to our life journey, our physical presence and how we are perceived by others. It is placed at the top of our head, representing our mind and wisdom too. Number 17 is also significant for the area of life represented by your Crown chakra.

That might sound weird, but whenever I analyze at least two people's Destiny Matrix chart and they have the same central number, they most likely have the same karmic tail too. For example, I see many people with the number 5 (The Hierophant) at the center of their chart having the "Warrior" karmic tail (12-19-7). Most of these people who have this karmic tail might tend to fight for their belief, to feel that they're superior than others or just get into conflicts. Interestingly enough, number 5 represents the conflict, along with the 5 of Swords and 5 of Wands.

Having number 7 (The Chariot) in Throat chakra likely indicates direct way of communicating. The Chariot is associated with strong will, ambition and taking action. On the other hand, number 18 (The Moon) in Throat chakra might indicate communicating in a more indirect way.

Whenever I see number 5 (The Hierophant) in someone's Root chakra, it's always a confirmation to me that this person grew up in a strict and religious household. The Hierophant is mostly related to conformity, religious beliefs, morality and tradition, while Root chakra might represent upbringing, ancestors and foundation. Lana Del Rey and Bruce Springsteen have number 5 in their Root chakra, for example.

I see many people with the 22-5-10 code in their money line working in entertainment industry at some point. If some of you with this placement don't work in entertainment field, I guess this placement may indicate working in unconventional work environment. Nicki Minaj and Ice Spice come first to my mind. They both have this code in their money line.

The combination of number 9 (The Hermit) and number 18 (The Moon) in someone's Destiny Matrix chart can indicate a shy, private, introverted and reserved person who may find happiness through isolation and being alone. The Hermit represents solitude, introspection and wisdom, while The Moon represents intuition, uncertainty and fears.

That is everything so far! Thank you so much for spending your time to read this observation of mine. I hope you liked it and resonated with the observation if you have any mentioned placements. Bye for now and be well!

Best regards,

Paky McGee

#matrix of destiny #destiny matrix chart #numerology #major arcana #just an observation #tarotblr #tarot

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princesssarisa · 8 months ago

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I just came across a YouTube video complaining about the changes made to the musical of Wicked from the original book.

One of its main arguments is that in the musical, Glinda is too easily forgiven – both by Elphaba and by the show's narrative – for working with the Wizard, not to mention the other morally questionable things she does.

Now, I haven't read the book, or analyzed every word of the musical's script and lyrics, but I'm not sure if I agree with that claim or not.

I agree with what @cto10121 has written in the past, that maybe the musical focuses too much on Glinda when it's supposed to be Elphaba's story, but I don't think the show glosses over Glinda's flaws or bad decisions. I've always thought she was a very morally gray character who has a redemption arc in the end. And she most definitely pays a hard price for her mistakes, ending up in power but all alone on a personal level, thinking the two people she loved most are dead because of her.

But just from scrolling a little on both Tumblr and YouTube, I think the musical's fandom might idealize Glinda, whether the musical itself does or not. I don't know how widespread it is, but I've definitely felt as if the fandom idealizes her entire relationship with Elphaba, and they do leap to defend her whenever someone misguidedly calls her "the real wicked witch"... sometimes with defenses I don't buy.

Again, again, and again, I've heard people say "The message is that there are two sides to every story and no one is all good or all bad."

(Which of course is true to an extent, but which IMHO, paints false moral equivalency between Elphaba's side of the story and both Glinda's and the Wizard's.)

I've also seen "The whole point is that Elphaba starts out as the heroine while Glinda starts out as a mean girl, but Glinda becomes a better person while Elphaba becomes a worse person over the course of the story, until they become the characters we know from The Wizard of Oz. Ultimately Glinda is the more heroic one."

(That's... not quite the way I would describe their arcs.)

And, most thought-provokingly of all, I've seen this:

"Glinda deserves more respect for her intelligence. At first we're made to think she's a dumb blonde, but it turns out that she's very clever and shrewd, and her claim that a good image is what matters most in society turns out to be totally right. It's by working within the system and pleasing the Wizard and the people of Oz that Glinda gains power, which lets her oust the Wizard and Morrible in the end, while Elphaba's rebellion crashes and burns."

Even if part of the show's message is "Society values a good image more than real merit or truth," aren't we meant to view that fact as a bad thing that needs to change, rather than admiring Glinda for knowing it all along and benefitting from it?

This reminds me of commentary I've read about Amy March from Little Women. A character who has a lot in common with Glinda in some ways, though without the political aspect. I like Amy and I don't think she deserves the hate she traditionally gets from Jo fans, but some attempts to defend her annoy me. Namely the fans who praise her for conforming to society better than Jo does: i.e. "Amy is the smartest, most mature March sister because she knows how to please her social betters and make the system work in her favor – unlike Jo, whose rebellious ways get her nowhere and who needs to learn to be a proper docile lady for her own good." Again, I like Amy as a character, but as a neurodivergent feminist who relates to Jo's independence and her failure to conform, I don't like that talk.

And Amy doesn't serve a fascist regime.

I'd like to know what bigger Wicked fans than I am think of all this. Does the show absolve Glinda too much, or if not, does the fandom? Or do both the show and fandom have a more-or-less accurate view of both her flaws and her virtues?

#wicked #musical #glinda #poll #fandom #little women #amy march #wicked part 2 spoilers

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lostcatinthedark · 3 months ago

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When you see something or someone who acts like they are part of a cult, run. Seriously, that's one of the reasons why I don't welcome shippers and why I try to keep my distance with armys. I see a lot of people upset with how these people behave and while I agree and think it's important to call them out, I also think that you should protect your peace and don't try to change the situation nor give in to whatever they are saying, because most of it stems from a collective mentality that feels threatened when something goes against their beliefs. Armys feel more upset at the idea of solos (especially Jimin solos) than someone disrespecting or potentially harming one of the members. And by now you should know that they react this way because they are threatened. Their entire ot7 agenda is slipping through their fingers with what has happened in the last years, and Jimin, the member they resent the most for whatever reason, having an independent fandom is pissing them off.

Today I saw an army tweet her concerns about BTS and their "continuing solo era". She was sad because right when the group was at their peak, they stopped. And she is now realizing that it wasn't just for the military, since it's extending for longer than that. Immediately I saw other armys bashing her saying "you don't trust their words" "you are moving like an anti" "bts love each other and army, go Stan someone else". She was being respectful and voicing valid concerns, but this type of backlash is what I talk about when I mention that cult-like behavior. While we are starting to see the cracks, most armys are still in denial. They can't comprehend that even though they enlisted early it probably wasn't because they couldn't wait to be back into the group, but because dragging the whole issue was starting to bother investors who know their money is on the line. They also fail to assimilate the consequences of Suga's dui, or what it means for Bang Pd and 🛴 to be so reliant on one another.

I hope this never becomes a space like that. Your first reaction to someone having a different opinion should be to analyze it and trying to understand their perspective. And if it's relevant, maybe even start a discussion. And it's healthy to criticize your own collective too because we aren't 1 entity, we are all different people and sometimes we are wrong too (so whack some pjms once in a while). What happened to Jimin in his solo era with the company raised valid concerns that armys tried to slip under the rug, once again, to not disrupt their narratives, causing a mass exodus of Jimin fans, including me. They've enabled a space full of shippers and other member's hidden solos because they follow along the status quo they've established, and that will play against them in the long (short) run. And the more that the members and the company act against what they have established as their unshakeable truth, the more they will crash out and fracture. This goes along with shippers and their crazy fantasies.

So anyways, I just wanted to rant and tell you to not be affected by people who are clearly losing their sense of security for their bee-hybed mentality. You can't control things that way, life is full of unexpected things and people are free to think and march to the sound of their own drum.

#Random post based on things I've seen lately

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bekolxeram · 7 months ago

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Unfortunately, I don't have the means to donate this time, (Stupid expensive health issues🙄) but I'd still like to express my gratitude to Bucktommy and this fandom for the occasion.

Not that my life has ever been sunshine and rainbows, but 2024 has been particularly difficult for me. I started the year the sickest I've been for years, then one of my uncles passed away in February. He was 88. He had been slowly succumbing to dementia for quite some time, so almost everyone agreed a cardiac arrest was a blessing in disguise.

I wasn't close with him, but my mother was, and naturally, I had to spend pretty much the entire March accompanying her to all sorts of traditional ceremonies for the dead. All my uncle's children, my cousins, came back from abroad as well. They enjoyed hanging out with me back when I was a toddler, but then I slowly grew up into this weird, moody kid of few words, and we kind of drifted apart from there.

Family reunions were never awkward despite my gloomy existence though, they had their fun aunt who never ran out of things to talk about. To them, my mother's the life of the party and an exemplary woman, who went through tragedies in life but still manages to come out stronger on the other side, who unfortunately had to re-enter the workforce later in life to support her physically ill husband and her mentally ill teenage daughter.

What they don't know, is that while she's a fun aunt, she's not a fun mother. She was dealing with the stress and frustration so well because she always had an outlet at home. Someone she had total ownership over, officialized by a piece of birth certificate. Someone she could do whatever she'd like to, emotionally and physically, because in my culture, it's simply an alternative, maybe outdated method of parenting, not a crime.

I've had time to process my messy relationship with my mother, I've come to (mostly) accept it for what it is. Watching my cousins all rushing over to my mother with open arms to console her, watching my cousins' children playing around, having fun with her, while my existence was barely acknowledged, was actually more triggering than I expected. It acted as a sobering reminding that not only do I have merely a handful of friends since I left church, I in fact don't have any family left either. They're all my mother's family, not mine.

It was probably the most lonely and isolating experience in my life. It's like I was trapped inside of my head, my head that was gradually turning into a bottomless pit of nothingness.

Then Tommy Kinard drove through cross town traffic just to clear the air in person. He expressed how much he wanted to be a part of a family. Then he took his shot and got the boy in the end.

I just felt... understood. Watching Bucktommy's story play out on screen gave me some rare moments of joy and much needed hope. I felt like if Tommy could find happiness later in life, maybe it wasn't too late for me either.

If you've had experience with depression, you'd know how sometimes getting out of bed, brushing your teeth feels like an uphill battle already. Motivation is precious and hard to come by. I was so motivated creatively by Bucktommy and people in the fandom who resonated with the story just like me, that I wrote series of posts analyzing every scene in S7, I learned how to make gifs to illustrate the humor I found in all of us, I figured out how to edit video especially for my vision of a Brad-nado, I even wrote and posted my first fanfic ever.

And I just love how we refuse to give up hope, even after the breakup. We cried, we whined, then we doubled our effort writing fix-it fics, continuing their story on our own terms. Now, we even manage to raise thousands of dollars for charities in 24 hours in the name of love.

Sorry for the wall of text all about myself, I hope I don't come across as a self-absorbed jerk. I always thought I would never make it to 30, it started feeling like a real possibility in March. What happened instead was that my 30th birthday came and go because I was too busy screaming about Buck batting his eyelashes at Tommy when he was receiving a medal.

I'm sitting here, typing this out, looking back at my 2024 at the end of the year, only because Bucktommy happened and I had the pleasure to cross path with you all. I know, it's stupid, it's just a TV show, but I can't really imagine how my life would turn out if I never had Bucktommy, where I would be right, or even if I would still be at all.

So, thank you, for making life worth living for me again.

#alliwantforchristmasislou #bucktommy #tw: child abuse #tw: mental health #tw: death

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christiwrites · 3 months ago

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"Thank you." - March x F!Reader

Mistria's brooding blacksmith thanks you. ♡

The wind casts an airy breeze over you, keeping you cool as you cut down the last tree needed for the bridge repair. You rush, swinging with as much force as you can without breaking the already worn-down axe.

Saturday is tomorrow, and you are desperate to have the bridge repaired in time for the highly anticipated market. Even though Adeline reassures you there is no rush—after all, it is only your first week in Mistria—you still want to do this for the town. The sole purpose of you even being in Mistria is to help repair as much of the town’s damage as possible. The bridge is just the start. Not to mention, everyone has been very kind to you so far... Well, almost everyone.

Watching the cider tree fall, your mind fills with thoughts of a certain brooding blacksmith.

March.

March absolutely hates your guts, but you have no idea why. It can’t be because you’re new in town—Ryis was new at some point, and from what he told you, March quickly became good friends with him. So what is it about you that makes March wish he could burn you on his forge?

The question stirs in your mind as you gather the stone and wood into your satchel, setting off east toward the forest.

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March’s POV ~

As I finish the last batch of copper nails, I begin to cool down the forge. Merri sent out a special request for copper nails, specifically for a furniture set she wants to complete. Being the only blacksmith in town, she asked for me directly, and of course, I agreed. It puts me on a certain kind of high whenever someone needs me for a task. Being someone people rely on has always made me strive to be the best—to be at the top.

The bridge leading to the entryway of Mistria has been in ruins since the devastating earthquake, and for reasons unbeknownst to me, Adeline has tasked the new farmer with repairing it.

I can’t stand her.

Her dirt-stained overalls, her withered boots tracking mud all over my shop’s floor, and that stupid satchel, always overfilled with weeds. The thought pleases me—she will never be able to gather the materials needed. She’ll end up overwhelmed and go running back to the capital before her second week in Mistria even begins. But as much as the thought of her demise brings joy to my heart, I don’t want to let her take up more space in my mind than needed.

Feeling content, I swipe the nails into a small pouch when suddenly, a distant chatter arises from the other end of the path. Turning around, I see Adeline, Ryis, and… the farmer.

Ryis and Adeline’s arms are snug around her shoulders, and she has a stupid smile plastered on her face.

“You’re so reliable, [Y/N]! I can’t believe you were able to gather the materials so quickly!” Ryis marvels with joy, tightening his hold on her.

Huh? R-reliable…?

“Not only will the Saturday Market commence, but Balor won’t have to ship out supplies by himself anymore!” Adeline cheers with a certain enthusiasm she hasn’t had in a long while.

There’s no way.

“What? Oh—thanks, but all I did was chop wood and break a few pieces of stone. Ryis did all the work.”

The rest of their conversation turns into distant silence as my mind begins rambling with rampant thoughts. She did it. She fixed the bridge.

I can’t discern whether I’m more distraught at the fact that she actually repaired the bridge or how disgustingly humble she’s acting. And for some strange reason, I can’t take my eyes off her, finding myself analyzing her body language. She doesn’t have her arms around Ryis or Adeline, and she looks almost lost in thought. There isn’t even the slightest bit of boastful pride in her eyes after doing the whole town a huge favor.

Instinctively, I begin squeezing the pouch that holds the copper nails, reveling in the realization that I may have new competition and…

that I was wrong.

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Back to your POV ~

Adeline gives you one final squeeze before saying, “Ah! Reina told you about Friday Nights at the Inn, right?”

You pause for a second and recall the letter you got from Reina earlier this morning, explaining how every Friday, the whole town gets together at the Inn—even the children.

“Yeah, she did.”

Ryis excitedly beams, “Looks like we have something to celebrate tonight, too!” Hearing that makes you feel a little at ease, you successfully completed your first big task.

And even though their praise is nice to receive, you couldn’t help but think of someone else who you wish would congratulate you.

Oh no. Not again. Stop thinking about him!

Spontaneously, Adeline jumps to the next big thing on her mind. “Oh, Ryis—come with me! I want to discuss blueprints for the next project!” She grabs Ryis by his handkerchief and begins to trot off.

“S-sure!” Caught off guard, Ryis follows her lead, but not before waving goodbye to you.

“Bye, [Y/N]! Thank you again!” Adeline exclaims, continuing to drag Ryis away. You smile as you wave goodbye.

As soon as they’re out of sight, your mind stupidly shifts back to March for the third time today, and for some odd reason, you feel compelled to tell him that you fixed the bridge. But why did you want to tell him so badly? Wouldn’t he find out from someone else soon anyway?

As if on cue, the sound of some sort of metal hitting the pavement makes you turn your head.

Scouting the noise, your eyes instantly meet March’s gaze, and it almost seems as if he’d been staring at you.

“March…?” you utter, confused as ever. How did he appear right as you start thinking about him?

With a bewildered look on his face, March hurriedly averts his gaze, scrambling to the ground to pick up shiny copper nails, the probable source of the loud noise.

Cautiously, you slowly walk over to him and ask, “Need any help with that?”

He pauses for a moment but quickly brushes you off. “N-no! I don’t need your help!”

You back away a bit, and seconds later, he safely returns the copper nails into a small, leather-brown pouch. But he doesn’t look at you—only the side of his face is visible.

For a few seconds, there’s an awkward silence between the two of you until he says, “I wasn’t staring at you or anything.”

You raise a brow and chuckle a bit. “I didn’t say you were.”

He panics and his cheeks flush a soft pink before rudely responding, “Why are you still here?”

You didn’t know what to say to that, as this is the longest you and March have ever interacted. “I don’t know, um…”

Okay. Just tell him.

“I fixed the—”

“You fixed the bridge.” he quietly mumbles, and now he’s finally looking at you again.

Your eyes widen, and you sheepishly smile. “Yeah…”

March huffs, but he doesn’t scowl at you like he normally does.

“Look, I still don’t like you, nor do I believe you’re really here for the right reasons, but—”

He pauses, squeezing his fists as if mentally preparing himself for what he’s about to say next.

“Thank you.”

Woah.

Did March—someone who barely gives you the time of day—just thank you?

With a surprised expression, you respond quickly before he can take it back.

“You’re welcome.”

He releases his fists and folds his arms against his chest. “Don’t let this get to your head. You still have lots to prove, farmer.”

You can’t help but unleash a toothy grin. “I won’t let you down, blacksmith.”

He rolls his eyes and nods you off before swiftly turning around. But right before the side of his face disappeared, you could’ve sworn you saw him crack a tiny smile.

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