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pucksandpower · 1 year ago

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MILF

Toto Wolff x wife!Reader

Summary: Toto knows his wife is a MILF … but this doesn’t mean he is okay with his son’s friends calling you that

Warnings: teenage boys doing teenage boy things

Based on this request

“Pass the schnitzel, darling,” you say to your husband as the three of you sit down for dinner. Your teenage son has just gotten home from school, and you can’t wait to hear about his day.

Toto smiles at you as he passes the platter of breaded veal. “How was school?” He asks.

Lukas shrugs as he takes a bite. “It was okay,” he mumbles through a mouthful of food.

You give him a look. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, sweetie,” you gently chide. Even though he’s almost an adult now, you still see your little boy in him.

Lukas swallows and straightens up. “Sorry, Mum.”

“So tell us about your day,” you prompt. “Learn anything new and interesting?”

Your son fidgets in his seat. “Well … some of the guys were talking about you today.”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise. “Me? What about me?”

Lukas glances uncomfortably at his father. “Just … stuff they saw online. Paparazzi photos from when we were on the yacht last month.”

Toto sets his fork down, his expression darkening. He’s no stranger to being in the public eye, but he’s always been protective of you and Lukas. “What exactly were they saying?” He asks in a carefully neutral tone.

“They, uh …” Lukas rubs the back of his neck. “They called Mom a MILF.”

“A what?” Toto sputters, while you have to suppress a laugh. You’re familiar with the crude term, given your substantially younger age compared to your husband.

“It’s not funny!” Toto says indignantly. “I won’t have people objectifying my wife like that.”

You reach over and pat his arm. “It’s okay, dear. I’m not bothered by it.” You turn back to Lukas with an amused smile. “I’m flattered those boys think your old mom’s still got it.”

“You’re not old!” Lukas protests loyally. “It’s just, you know, you’re a lot younger than Vati, and you’re really pretty, so the guys notice.”

Toto scowls, but you grin and blow your son a kiss. “Thanks, sweetie.” Your playful reaction seems to visibly relax him.

“This is unacceptable,” Toto shakes his head. “I should call the school. Get those little punks suspended for sexual harassment.”

“Oh Toto, don’t be silly,” you wave dismissively. “They’re just teenage boys. I’m sure they didn’t mean any harm.”

“It doesn’t matter!” He insists. “Your dignity and privacy should be respected, not exploited. People think because we’re in the spotlight that they can say whatever vulgar nonsense they want.”

You reach over again and lace your fingers through his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “I know it bothers you, darling. But I married you knowing full well how public our lives would be. A little crude gossip comes with the territory.”

Toto opens his mouth to retort, then pauses, some of the indignation leaving his eyes. “I just don’t want anyone disrespecting you,” he says finally.

You smile softly. Even after all these years of marriage, your heart still flutters at his protectiveness. “I know. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”

Lukas makes a face. “Ugh, gross. Can you guys not be all mushy right now?”

You laugh and blow him another kiss. “Sorry Lukas. I can’t help it — your father’s the love of my life.”

Toto smiles back at you, the anger fading from his face. “And you’re mine, schatzi.”

Your son pretends to gag. “Seriously, stop. I’m trying to eat here.”

You chuckle and spear another bite of schnitzel. “Alright, we’ll behave. Now, tell me more about the rest of your day ...”

The conversation moves on to lighter topics as you finish up dinner. You listen attentively while Lukas fills you in on the drama with his friend group and his struggles in history class.

After clearing the dishes, the three of you move to the living room. You curl up next to Toto on the couch while Lukas sprawls out on the carpet to play video games.

You close your eyes contentedly and rest your head on your husband’s shoulder. Despite the lifestyle that being married to Toto provides you with, this right here is your happy place — your little family, spending a quiet evening at home.

Toto wraps an arm around you and presses a soft kiss to your temple. “Have I told you lately how lucky I am?” He murmurs.

You smile up at him. “Even after all these years, you still give me butterflies.”

“Good,” he says firmly. “I’ll tell you every day if I have to, until you’re sick of hearing it.”

Lukas groans loudly from the floor. “Could you guys be any more embarrassing?”

You and Toto both laugh. “What? I can’t tell my beautiful wife how much I love her?” He calls out in protest.

“Not when I’m right here!” Lukas complains. “Get a room or something.”

You grin mischievously. “That’s not a bad idea ...” you say, running a hand up your husband’s chest.

Toto’s eyes darken. “Minx,” he murmurs.

Lukas scrambles to his feet. “Okay, I’m out of here.” He gives you both a look of exaggerated disgust as he heads upstairs.

You and Toto chuckle as you listen to his bedroom door slam shut.

“Now, where were we?” Toto says in a low voice, pulling you closer. You bite your lip coyly as he presses his mouth to yours. No matter how many years go by, the chemistry between you is still electric.

You shift against him eagerly as the kiss deepens. His hands slide down to grip your hips, and you make a soft noise of pleasure. After nearly two decades of marriage, he knows exactly how to touch you.

“Tell me again,” you whisper when you finally break apart, slightly breathless.

Toto gazes into your eyes. “I love you,” he says sincerely. “I will always love you. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You kiss him again, tenderly this time. “I love you too, Toto. Forever.”

No matter what people say or how famous you become, your relationship has always been grounded in this — the unwavering love between you. The rest of the world falls away when you’re together.

You rest your head contentedly on his shoulder again, his arms wrapped around you. This right here, next to the man who still looks at you like you hung the moon, is home.

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The next day after school, Lukas comes home with a few of his friends in tow. You’re just finishing up putting away the groceries when you hear the chatter of teenage voices approaching.

“Hey Mum, we’re gonna hang out downstairs,” Lukas calls out as the group of boys raids the kitchen fridge for snacks.

You smile and give them a little wave. “Hi boys. There’s more drinks in the pantry if you need it.”

The teenagers rumble acknowledgements through mouthfuls of food before thundering downstairs to your home theater room. You chuckle and shake your head. Teenage appetites are truly a phenomenon.

You’re straightening up the living room when you hear the front door open again, signaling Toto’s return from work.

“Hello, liebling,” he greets you warmly, sweeping you into an embrace.

You kiss him in welcome. “How was work today?”

“The usual madness,” he sighs. “But coming home to you makes it all worthwhile.”

You smile up at him adoringly. Even after all these years, your heart still flutters at his smooth compliments.

“Oh, Lukas has some friends over,” you mention. “They’re downstairs watching movies or playing video games.”

Toto frowns a little. “Those wouldn’t happen to be the same friends who were objectifying you?”

You pat his chest placatingly. “Now dear, we talked about this. Don’t make a fuss.”

“Hmph.” He still looks slightly disgruntled. “Well, I should at least go down and say hello.”

You follow him downstairs, where the group of teenage boys are sprawled out on the sofas engrossed in some action movie. Explosions boom from the surround sound system as CGI buildings crumble onscreen.

They look up when you and Toto enter. “Oh hey Mr. Wolff,” one of them says.

“Vati, you remember my friends right?” Lukas introduces. “Jason, Andrew, Ryan, and David.”

“Ah yes, nice to see you boys again,” Toto says smoothly.

Too smoothly.

You can sense the storm brewing beneath his polite façade.

Sure enough, as the teens’ attention returns to the movie, Toto clears his throat. “So I heard you boys were discussing my wife the other day.”

The room goes silent, save for the cinematic explosions still blaring through the speakers. The boys glance around uneasily.

“Um, we didn’t mean anything bad by it,” David finally offers timidly.

Toto raises an eyebrow. “Oh? So objectifying and sexualizing a married woman is not meant to be disrespectful?”

The teens squirm under his icy stare. You put a warning hand on your husband’s arm, but he continues.

“Let me tell you something about my wife,” he says, an edge creeping into his tone. “She is an elegant, successful, and highly intelligent woman. Not some piece of meat for you ogling schoolboys to drool over.”

The chastised boys all mumble apologies and stare fixedly at the floor.

Toto points a stern finger at them. “I trust there will be no further vulgar comments, or you won’t be welcome in this house again.”

“Yes sir,” they mutter. Lukas looks like he wants the leather couch to swallow him whole. You have to stifle a smile at your husband’s overprotective papa bear routine.

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.” Toto straightens his suit jacket. “Now you boys enjoy your … movie.”

He turns and heads back upstairs, with you following after an apologetic smile to the shell-shocked teens.

Once you’re out of earshot, you swat his shoulder reproachfully. “Toto! Did you really need to traumatize the poor kids?”

“I didn’t traumatize them,” he huffs. “I just … explained a few things.” At your skeptical look, he amends “ … Firmly.”

You shake your head in exasperation. “You’re impossible. I thought I asked you not to make a fuss.”

He takes your hands earnestly. “I’m sorry, schatzi. I just can’t stand anyone disrespecting you. You deserve to be treated like a queen.”

You soften at the sincerity in his eyes. “Oh Toto. You’re too good to me.” You wrap your arms around him in a conciliatory hug.

He holds you close. “Nonsense. I’ll spend every day proving you’re the most important thing in the world to me.”

You snuggle against his chest, reminded yet again how lucky you are. Even when he overreacts, you know it comes from a place of devotion.

“Just promise me you’ll go easy on the boys,” you say wryly as you pull back. “I think you scared them straight for life.”

Toto smiles ruefully. “I suppose I did get a bit … intense. But the message won’t do any harm.”

You laugh and kiss his cheek. “My noble protector.”

He grins. “Proudly.”

Later, as the boys are getting ready to leave, Toto stops them at the front door.

“Before you go, I have one more thing to say,” he announces. The teens glance at each other nervously.

Toto looks each of them in the eye. “If I ever hear of you disrespecting my wife again, I won’t be so kind. You see, she’s actually a MIDF … Mother I Do Fuck.” He enunciates the words pointedly.

The teens’ eyes widen in horror, and Lukas turns bright red. “Vati!” He hisses in embarrassment.

Toto ignores him. “So I would appreciate it if you kept your crude comments to yourselves next time.” He gives them a tight smile. “Are we clear?”

The boys nod rapidly. “Yes sir. Crystal clear, Mr. Wolff,” one mumbles.

“Good.” Toto claps his hands together. “Then get home safely.”

After the front door shuts behind the fleeing teens, Lukas rounds on his father. “Oh my god, Vati! Why would you say that?”

He shrugs unapologetically. “I wanted to make sure they got the message loud and clear this time.”

Lukas just shakes his head in mortification before stomping upstairs.

You slide your arms around your unrepentant husband. “You just couldn’t resist, could you?”

“They left with a healthy dose of fear and respect,” Toto says smugly. “I think my work here is done.”

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gingerdusk · 11 months ago

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Trying to figure out TP Link's diet based on his environment.

Livestock-wise, we've got cuccos and goats. That means

Eggs

Milk

Butter

Cheese

Potentially meat, but I don't think they get eaten unless they're old. Too valuable otherwise | EDIT: Oh yeah you need to breed goats every couple years to get milk. Add in cabrito veal!

And we know for a fact that Ordon Goat Cheese specifically is a thing. Stamped wheel and everything.

There's also fish

And bees/hornets(? It's called bee larva, but the enemy is a Hylian Hornet)

Useful for bait, but Link can eat them.

Did some more research, and apparently in Japan they eat wasp larvae? Specifically in Kushihara. So I'm counting it.

Then plants-wise we have pumpkins

And...corn. Somehow. I've never seen corn growing, but Link has some hanging in his house, so it exists.

I'm choosing to believe it comes from these plants that grow in patches around Ordon.

That gives us a lot. We've got

Cornstarch

Cornmeal

Corn oil

Corn shoots

Pumpkin seeds

Pumpkin seed oil

Pumpkin flour

Pumpkin blossoms

No source of sugar, but depending on how the pumpkins in Ordon taste, they could be naturally sweet. Like pie pumpkins. Also corn syrup is a thing if it's a sweet corn. So corn syrup needs cream of tartar which comes from grapes and apples and such. It's a byproduct of wine. No corn syrup.

Edit: Malt sugar, though!

Now for hypothetical foods.

Ordon is surrounded by pine trees, so that adds pine needle tea and pine nuts to the mix. I was a little worried about species, but apparently there are a lot of pine trees that make edible seeds, so on the list it goes.

Then there are frogs near Rusl and Uli's house, wild songbirds on cliffs, and a squirrel that talks to Link directly, so those are huntable sources of meat.

Is horse grass a cattail? Maybe? Initially, I thought it was—the ends look like cattail seedpuffs, but the leaves are completely different.

I want to treat them like cattails. Cattails that also are probably the main food source for Epona and the goats.

If we do that, that means, on top of all the other uses cattails have like stuffing and tinder and antiseptic, we get

Roots

Shoots

Ground seeds

Can't find a good match for hawk grass though. Concluding that that's not edible. Equivalent exchange and all.

Side note, how do you think horse grass spreads? It's almost always in groups of two or more plants, so that suggests rhizomes, but the image of Link picking one up to blow and stuffing flying out the end of the horseshoe is hilarious to me.

Up next, there are ferns, primarily near trees. After very careful and way-too-deep analysis of a pixelated fern's leaves, I think it's bracken fern.

Which is mildly poisonous.

And also edible.

On the list it goes!

Then finally, Sera has some kind of herb hanging in her shop.

I don't know what it is. I'm calling it Ordon Spice. Congratulations, Ordon Pumpkin Spice is now a thing.

#long post #twilight princess #loz #zelda #analysis #theory #worldbuilding #hello it is bee being a nerd about zelda hours again

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fairestbeard · 3 months ago

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Something in the way she watches

TW: A VERY ANTI CLAIRE BEAR POST

There's the part of Claire that makes me go ugh... And there's the part that makes me go huh? Wtf?

Except for the niche six people who would fight to the death in her honor, it's hard to watch Claire without questioning her motives and the writers' motives, even. She's written in such a strange way (rewritten, actually) that it has been talked to death in the fandom. I watched some TikTok takes on Claire recently and almost everyone was like "wtf is a Claire?".

Is it just bad writing?

The fact that she seems a lot more normal in previous versions of the script was brought to my attention in my previous meta about her. I doubt very much that she would have blown me away, especially since I was literally born a sydcarmy, but maybe she wouldn't raise the hair on my neck?

She was purposefully written to be weird. Bad weird.

But it's also done so subtly that the other 6 Claire stans think we're absolutely batshit crazy and just irrational haters when we bring it up.

The beginning

Carmy runs into Claire while shopping for veal stock and fennel which he needed to continue cooking up whatever he and Syd were work shopping earlier. Their conversation quickly turns to her career and why she chose to become an ER doctor so she recounts her first encounter with someone needing medical attention at a young age. While other children responded with fear, which is very natural, she does not. And you would expect that her seeming courage was due to empathy. Wanting to be there for this distressed and scared child who probably just had their most traumatic experience yet. But the only thing that keeps her there is curiosity. Fascination with a bone breaking. She doesn't try to comfort this child -who was probably a friend, she just stares at her arm. Carmy asks if she wanted to fix it, make it better, because empathy! No, she wanted to understand it. As a concept on it's own, separate from the whole of someone experiencing suffering.

And yes, the absence of empathy doesn't inherently take away from her being great at her job as a doctor. The most important aspect of a job like that is understanding what the problem is so you can know how to fix it. A lot of times, practical detachment is necessary to do your job well- not just in medicine- but a total switch off from empathy is how monsters are made, no matter how well intentioned. I've seen a lot of crazies defend Chef Fields because he was gunning for excellence, saying it doesn't matter that he emotionally and psychologically destroyed the people who worked for him because he achieved what he wanted- to have the most excellent restaurant in the entire United States of America (as Syd put it). But at what cost?

It's the pursuit of excellence without empathy that is responsible for a lot of cruelty based growth in medicine (see the history of gynaecology, nutrition science, etc). It's what is responsible for things like slavery, imperialism, capitalism etc. Is it impossible to have real growth while being empathetic and holistic?

Crazy segues, stops and solutions

Starting off with the infamous call. This one even the diehard clairecarmys know that this was a little bit off, even though they make excuses for it. One thing I noticed is how she tends to stop or interrupt his natural flow or thought process. At their initial meeting you can sense a discomfort from him and the resistance to take it further (it's not clear why because he naturally is averse to good things happening to him). He tries to come up with the least personal contact option (Venmo) but Claire successfully steers the convo to getting his actual contact info. Then when he gives her the wrong number, she chases down the actual number and calls him anyway.

In that conversation you can see him get backed into a corner. She grew up with him and knows him so has probably observed how he is with confrontation. It's the same reason he was unable to say no to her face about getting his number and instead gave her a fake one (I've done this numerous times). When he is stuttering, trying to find the words to excuse himself from her request to see her, she hits him with the "don't make this weird" speech, that she just needed a favor and this gets him to agree.

Another instance of interrupting his flow of thought is at the frat party when Kyle asks what he was doing. She doesn't let him answer but interrupts him, stating her "purpose" for bringing him. Maybe what he was going to say wasn't going to be all that interesting or great even but maybe he should at least attempt it? Maybe it would have given him clarity about why he agreed to come in the first place even though he had a mountain of work to do.

We also see this repeating in "Bolognese" where he was trying to express his concerns for the relationship. She also interrupts him while he's trying to find the words to express his concerns and she seemingly uses the exactly perfect words "the other shoe" which he had expressed earlier in almost an eerie manner to me, because how does she use the exact words he said in the AA meeting? The exact same expression? He agrees but with a little noticeable hesitation. Because maybe that's not... exactly what he wanted to say? Who knows? She didn't let him say it.

Then she offers a very compelling solution to this conundrum. Nobody's keeping track of shoes. I saw a lot of reactors awwing and ooohing in response to this and I'm thinking, am I crazy or did she just dismiss his very real feelings? His very real fear? This was a very real opportunity to emotionally bond in a very real way. She's currently his romantic partner after all. She could have interrogated where those fears came from, assured him of her intentions at least on a surface level (without spooking him) and also find out his intentions. Instead her response is, nobody thinks about this shit except you, weirdo, now let's talk science, baby! And even on the subject of science (the fire suppression), she's quickly bored because his explanation is obviously too dumbed down to keep her interested (I do love the subversion of mansplaining happening here, though). She speeds up his explanation to get to the conclusion, then lies about it being so interesting when he notices.

The craziest of all, and one that was immediately noticed and talked about a lot in the fandom, was her insane segue to inviting him to the frat party.

"speaking of dead brothers, do you want to go to a party?"

It's impossible to miss that one no matter how enamored you are with Claire. Did Carmy notice? Most definitely. He noticed Cicero's segue from talking about Carmy's dad in Dogs and commented on it, with Cicero calling himself "the segue king", so it's obvious that he notices those things. He doesn't comment this time though, all he does is make a face. But that line was straight up revolting. Unsettling. Disturbing.

We've never heard Carmy bring Mike up in personal conversations like this before. The only time he really talked about Mickey with real vulnerability was in Braciole at the Al-Anon meeting. This was a chance to really get him to open up especially with him saying he loved thinking about him. Now, she obviously doesn't owe him any emotional labor but she did invite him into this. She says they never really talked but then makes sure they never really do, keeping things surface level (Mickey was cool) and bringing up a crazy party when the conversation starts getting deep.

I also want to bring up their conversation about running around like kids. A lot of people assume they were talking about a past memory but I don't think so. This running around and shoplifting is happening recently and it's how they've hung out the last few weeks. Nat's conversation with Syd about Carmy at least hanging out with Claire suggests that. He must have done that quite enough times for her to conclude that if he disappears he must be with Claire. Also, his not even being aware that she sat behind him in freshman year doesn't suggest that they were hanging out a lot then, in my opinion. And we do see them acting out in juvenile ways so it shouldn't be a surprise that they chose very juvenile dating options like roaming shops or malls, running around like kids/ shoplifting. We do see in Beef that probably likes going to the store with his bills lying around. It's also significant that he runs into Claire in a store.

My point is, and just out of curiosity, so what did they really do when they hung out previously that this was considered really talking? Did they just keep mute the whole time and walk around or maybe just talk about the products they were checking out/buying? Maybe Claire was too distracted trying to shoplift obviously so much gum that she couldn't care less if there even was a conversation. Carmy of course, the antisocial king, wouldn't mind silence at all and just enjoy being in company.

Anyway, moving on...

Empathic queen

Of course you know this heading is sarcastic. Through out her outing, Claire displays a subtle but surprising and disturbing lack of empathy. It shows in the many ways she puts her immediate needs over Carmy's feelings. Obviously, as I will continue to state, no one owes anyone any emotional labor. But there's something in the way she moves like she's there because of the trauma not in spite of it. It feels like she's there because she likes looking at broken things.

Her story about her first experience with a broken bone already sets the tone for her behavior. She stares at her friends broken arm as an isolated curiosity not as something that happened to someone. She diverts from the subject of Mickey into a party of all things like it was nothing.

Even her visit to her friend Kelly who got majorly broken up with seemed like just an avenue to get Carmy where she wanted him to be. Because she absolutely could have gone alone and saved the Carmy date for later to be there for her friend and comfort her in a vulnerable moment. Sure she hugs her and says all the right key words but immediately turns her focus away to Carmy, so that Kelly who is still in a vulnerable state does the one thing that's the worst idea- immediately tries to get with another guy. Claire is obviously fine with it and doesn't question it or dissuade her from it because she's waiting on the next move from Carmy.

We can see a contrast from when she gets her own heart "broken". Kelly stays the night with her, cuddling and comforting her even though she had a hook up prospect that night (Ted Fak). This is one reason why she immediately irked me so bad. I've had a best friend like her that I don't speak to anymore. I completely had to cut her of cold because she was such a raging narcissist. She was nice but left me always feeling drained and like a nothing. In spite of her charm and welcoming energy, you slowly realized you were nothing but a tool to her- something to be used.

There's a very strong indication that she is turned on, as it were, by adrenaline. She loves the rush. And her avenue to get that is through risky behavior and observing trauma. She consumes trauma for the sake of it. She enjoys the risk of bad driving as a chaser to resetting broken bones. Notice how in all her dealings, there's no account of the overall outcome, you'd just have to infer it. Did the friend with the broken arm get adequately better? Does she have a wonky arm now? Oh well...🤷 Is Kelly actually doing better from the breakup? Has she had a hundred other boyfriends trying to plug that hole? Who cares?

You must have really... grabbed it!

When she discovers Carmy's scar, a very deep scar that must have been very traumatic to experience, the scene looks very sweet from the outside but has very disturbing undertones. She traces it gently, seemingly lovingly and inquires about it.

Then she laughs!!!!!

This man just described how he got got a very painful injury and she understands what would cause an injury of that magnitude because she is LITERALLY A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL!!! Not only that, she let's us know she actually gets the mechanics of what happened here because "you must have really... grabbed it!". However, what fails to compute in her brain is the WHY.

There are 3 ways that come to mind as to how an injury like this could have happened:

1) Someone forced his hand on that hot pot and held it there to torture him or made him do it. We know he was psychologically tortured by Chef Fields but do we know if he also added physical torture as a way of punishment?

2) He was so out of his mind for some reason that he didn't realize he was holding on to a scorching pot. With the theory that he got his hand burned the day Mickey died, this seems very plausible.

3) He deliberately held on to a scorching pot in an act of self harm.

All of these opinions are very highly alarming but it doesn't ring any alarm bells with Claire. He must have really grabbed it! But why? How come? What happened?

Instead she goes straight to making him describe the pain. Or better still she describes it for him to agree (once again stifling his own self expression). And how does she know about this kind of pain? Did she experience this sometime too? Nope! It's another trauma porn story about a girl she almost killed. She tells him this story distract him also because she could clearly see he was uncomfortable. The way he politely snatched his hand and put it as far away from her as possible was very telling. For contrast the way he described the scar from Mickey's birthday with fondness shows you that this scar was a very sore memory.

It doesn't fail to floor me how she made this story of the girl about herself. It was all feel sorry for me, I almost killed a girl, pity me. Yeah, how about a pity make out session? Oh, Carmy!! 🤦🏾‍♀️🤢

She fixates very oddly on the patient's beauty which is kind of a crazy thing to focus on when someone is basically probably dying. And of course for all her fixation and her being directly responsible for her almost dying, there seems to be no follow up beyond the point that interested her- being numb from the pain. Did she have any more complications? Did she manage to get better physically, emotionally? Doesn't matter.

Trauma seems to be something she weirdly enjoys to spectate on. It fires her up. She enjoys looking at broken things. Which brings me to the topic of the fridge.

What even really happened here?

We know the general story is she overheard him raging because he thought he was talking to Tina. But why did he think he was talking to Tina? Because somehow Claire got to that fridge and was quiet enough to overhear without alerting him to her presence. Every other person called out to Carmy and checked in on how he was doing. She didn't. She most probably heard him rambling, of course she wouldn't be able to make out what he was saying unless she went real close to the walk in door. Quietly.

Now considering how she walked into that kitchen

you would expect a lot more ruckus, a lot more momentum. She looked like she was about to go break down the door to save her man, perform CPR, a small surgery, talk him through it etc etc etc (is this obvious that I hate Claire?😆). But she bursts into the kitchen, finds it empty, then skulls to the fridge without a sound to listen to Carmy? Now with her history of seeming to enjoy others' trauma, is it possible that when she found the kitchen empty with no one to have to perform concern to she decided to just... spectate... a little? That's what it looks like to me. She wanted to hear Carmy in freak out mode but it goes wrong and she hears things she didn't expect, especially if she thought he'd already listened to her perfectly timed love confession.

Even the whole act with Richie seemed fake to me. The whole shaken look she gave him felt added on, giving him a kiss and enough motivation to go fight for her without actually giving him any real information about what happened. Just gave him enough ammunition to provoke Carmy. Then she embellishes the story to others as if he was directly mean to her.

It's left for us to see how she plays out eventually but my money is on she might be a benign psychopath or sociopath or have some kind of personality disorder. Or at least she's hiding something or putting on an act. Even the way everyone harps on the point that she's nice seems a little suspicious. Like an oversell that is a set up for a coming twist. That scene where she takes of her makeup in Tomorrow made me wonder if it's symbolic as well.

We're gonna see.

#the bear #sydcarmy #carmy berzatto #the bear meta #sydney adamu #carmy x sydney #the bear fx #sydney x carmy #the bear hulu #syd x carmy #carmen x claire #claire dunlap #claire bear #very anti claire bear here

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oristik · 3 months ago

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This is the first interaction between Sarin and Jamil! Kalim has already met Sarin beforehand so when Jamil finally met him, it was more of a neutral but suspicious interaction.

It happened at the beginning of first year for them all, but their relationship becomes a bit better after Jamil's overblot.

Incoming small vignette!

"Who are you?" Jamil asks as he sets the stack of books he was carrying onto the table.

The pair looks up at him as Kalim smile gets wider. "Jamil! So glad you came over! This is Sarin, someone I met at the orientation ceremony,"

Kalim points to Jamil. "Sarin, this is Jamil, my best friend since childhood!"

Jamil controls his emotions at that fact and looks at Sarin, taken in the other's appearance. He noticed that the other first year was a Pomefiore student, and wearing a black veal over big curls. It didn't seem too suspicious considering he is from that dorm.

"...It is a pleasure to meet you." Jamil says slowly.

"It is as well," Sarin says back before turning towards to Kalim and holding up the book in his hands. "If you want any more recommendations, I can give you a list later during lunch period?"

Kalim nods. "That would be great! Oh wait! You should have lunch with us!"

Jamil gives Kalim a deadpanned stare before sighing. "He probably has something else to do, Kalim."

"Aww... What about walking with Sarin to the cafeteria-"

"We shouldn't intrude in their personal space, Kalim."

Sarin looks between the two but shakes his head. "It's alright, I'll stop by your dorm some time today to hand you the list."

As Sarin closes his book, Jamil gets a look at the title and points to it. "Isn't that a third year book? How come you're reading it?"

It was as if those were the magic words that got sarin to light up. It didn't look like he was showing any emotion but Jamil could feel excitement radiating from him.

"Oh! I wanted to be able to get a better hold on my fire magic since I keep having trouble controlling my output every time I try to cast a spell."

Jamil looks surprised as Sarin continues to talk about his magic and the book. He thought he would get annoyed as it was another chatty person but Jamil found himself listening to it.

Kalim would interject here and there but Sarin would continue to ramble on about magic and the different spells that were interesting to him. It got the others somewhat excited for classes now, especially Kalim whose face was shining as bright as ever.

"And if we do get a chance, I hope we get a lesson on double casting! I want to be able to do multiple spells without feeling tired afterwards."

Jamil nods. "So do I, it seems very helpful when multitasking."

Jamil paused and realized he had just spoke without thinking but Sarin already had another book in his hand.

"I found a section about double casting but it seemed too complicated so I hoped to get some practice in after school," Sarin pushes the book towards Jamil.

"You can take a look at it, I already have a good idea on what to do!"

Jamil looks at the book in wonder. As he looks back up, Sarin and Kalim were already talking to each other but Jamil felt something new. It felt uncomfortable but he took the book in his hands and opened it up.

...Maybe reading for a few minutes wouldn't hurt.

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You're Taken Care Of: Soft Black Woman Era Series

Standing in front of your house, Chromeskull caresses your sides as your arms wrap around him. You'd just made your relationship official, with him asking through the most romantic display of tulips ever displayed. Although he could have asked you through his talking keyboard, the emotion would have been lost behind the automated voice.

"How much left do you have to pay on your house?" he suddenly asked, his strong hands returning to your side to pull you close.

You weren't sure of the exact amount..although you did pay it last month. Trying to see the number pop in your head, you start to answer, "It should be around $78,-"

"$78,906. It's been taken care of. Do you own the property?"

Flabbergasted, you answered. "Uh...no, I was going to ask the owner if-"

Again he interrupts with yet another blessing in your life. "It's yours now. Tell me all the debt you have and transfer it to me. I'll take care of it, Princess."

Years- past present and future- worth of tension dissolved through the puff of air you exhaled.

You never have to pay for anything ever again.

Chrome wanted you to be soft, to live. Not to just survive.

He adored you. Wanted you as his wife. But he can't do that too quickly.

He figured this would be the perfect move to show he was husband material. Maybe you'd want to marry him quicker than usual

A man could dream. And Chromeskull only wanted to dream of you. Pampered, pretty, and in his house.

To never have to pay for anything, unless you really wanted to or you were by yourself, was extremely relaxing

Finally, the life you deserved

You'll never need for anything. Your money is yours. His money is your money.

Patrick Bateman

"What are you doing?" Patrick whispers as you dig into your purse. A perplexed expression adorned your features as your hands slow to a halt. "I'm about to go pay for this dress..?"

"Why?" Patrick asks, his face upturning into faint...disgust?

"I mean, I want the dress and it needs to be-" you started. And yet, you weren't upset when he interrupted with a sentence you always wished to hear.

"You're taken care of. Put the purse away, " he softly commands. You gawk at his statement and quickly shut your purse. Patrick marches you up to the register and pays for your pink Marni jacquard dress.

You'd never have to dig into your purse for your card(s) with him. He's quite disgusted with the idea of you paying.

The yuppie was inundated with wealth, and as 'The Man', he had to take care of his lady. It wouldn't be dignified to do so, especially in front of the

other yuppies

Your outfits, skincare, and other appearance-related materials were taken care of.

He's sent you to various specialists for tailored products for you. If you ran low, another bottle would appear the next day

Although he controlled what you wore to special events, you got what you asked for—well, as long as it was stylish.

Does his skincare side by side. If he's feeling romantic, he will do your skin routine for you. His soft hands glide against your smooth skin, gently rubbing in the product as he adores you

Hannibal Lector

"To us, my dear", the clink from the glasses reverberated as you both took a sip of his very fancy champagne. It was a 'gift' from a past friend of Hannibal's. A vintage, 1961 Moët & Chandon Dom Pérignon I Charles and Diana. An excellent choice to pair with tonights menu.

'Duck' Leg, Orange, Scallion, Burnt Carrot Zucchini, Romesco, Hazelnut, Truffle 'Veal' Agnolotti, Honey Nut Squash, Foie Gras, Black Truffle Toasted Rice Millefeuille, Koshihikari Rice Cream, Hazelnut Cream

"To us..." you state softly as you look at your loving husband. There was no special occasion to celebrate. The level of meal preparation was standard for Dr. Lector. Hannibal wasted no chance of celebrating your presence. You're his queen.

To pamper you was a treat.

When you were pampered, you were amazingly fluorescent. Your smile had his heart pounding. He thinks the Louvre is missing a painting when he observes you lounging in the garden.

Hannibal relaxes at the sight of you relaxing

He will do anything for his loving wife. Anything.

You had what you wanted. Hannibal gladly gives you his card when he's off somewhere else. You'll wake up to find it on the nightstand with a glass of water.

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