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mrs-snape5984 · 3 hours

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„I hope, I’ll always have you in my mind, so that I know to find you every time.“

„Put your head on my chest, that’s your safe place. We‘ll fall deeper in love every day. From life unto life and for always.“ („Soul Mate“ by Flora Cash)

There’s something in my current life, that came hand in hand with my disease ME/CFS…slowly creeping into my fibres…infecting my mind with sadness. It’s loneliness, that I’m talking about. Overwhelming, crushing, suffocating loneliness.

Before this cruel bitch of a disease put a stopper in my life, as I knew it from before, I haven’t been healthy, either. But neither my severe Colitis Ulcerosa, nor the other few sicknesses and disabilities had achieved to break me the way, ME/CFS broke me!

What’s left, is only a shell of myself…a sad shadow of the woman, I’ve been prior to today. Where did the intelligent, sassy, witty and caring person go to, when she disappeared so insidiously from my personality? On some days, I still get a little glimpse of her, when I’m talking to my beloved friends @vulnus-sanare, @preciousthelmadonna or my bestie Miri, who often just “enjoys” sitting beside me in my dark room…embraced by silence and darkness. These tiny jiffies, when I’m recognising my previous character…my true nature, even though it’s only for a brief time, I’m feeling a little less anxious…a little less worthless.

But sadly, these moments become more rare with each new PEM crash of my disease (PEM = Post-exertional malaise = worsening of symptoms after certain activities). It feels as if I’m fading away from life…I’m fading away from other people’s lives as well as from my own.

Since I can’t leave my dark room - and most of the time even my bed - I’m not capable of joining social gatherings anymore. It’s impossible for me to endure listening to more than one person at once, so even my three kids have to “visit” me one after the other in my chamber. There are days, when I can’t even reply to messages from others, just because screen time is killing me.

All the more, I’m grateful for these few friends, who stay with me, no matter how silent I am, because they make me feel worthier and loved. And yet, I’m afraid of not being able to give them the same amount of support in return…due to the restrictions of my cruel reality, which are confining me.

So, there are many days, which I’m spending in total gloominess and silence with nothing but solitude surrounding me. And even if I’d be capable of sending text or audio messages (since I can’t type them out properly sometimes), I often hold myself back from reaching out to these understanding friends…only because I don’t want to be a burden to them.

I commissioned the lovely artist @hannisimp for this beautiful piece of art. Lin, you gave me exactly, what I needed with this tender artwork of yours. You gave me the feeling of being less alone. Severus accompanies me for 21 years now. He’s the safe haven, the comfort blanket, which I’m clinging to so desperately! My dear, I can’t stress enough, how grateful I am for your fine art. You made the love and the trust between Severus and my - oh, so self-inserted - OC Jules become palpable. There are no words to express my gratitude, so I just stay with these: Thank you for everything, my friend! Thank you for your talent, your kindness and each of your messages. I won’t ever take these things for granted.

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

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adventuringblind · 10 months

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Defensive Maneuvers

Max Verstappen x Leclerc!reader

Genre: fluffy with a pinch of angst

Request: yes! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Requests are open for Max, Charles, Oscar, and lando. Don't hesitate to send me ideas!

Summary: The normally soft-spoken leclerc sister becomes the out spoken girl her family knows. What triggers this change? Max Verstappen and his ridiculous father.

Warnings: Jos being Jos, mentions of verbal abuse, mention of physical abuse if you squint, *best Daniel Riccardo voice* nooooot prooooofreaaaad

Notes: written in third person . I am neither the youngest nor have brothers, so I tried my best to get an accurate relationship depiction. Ironically, I'm the oldest with sisters.

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The Leclerc sister is known by her brothers as the baby of the family. Even Arthur, who is only older by mere minutes, holds it over her head that she is the youngest.

The constant teasing from her siblings made her learn how to use her quick wit. Verbal comebacks becoming her specialty at a young age. Because of her ability to be polite in public, no one suspects what she is truly capable of.

Her brothers tease her regardless but she lets them. Her sharp tongue making them regret not holding theirs.

Pierre had made this mistake once. Mainly under the influence of Charles convincing him to say something at her expense. The verbal lashing he received in response had him apologizing profusely. Charles doubling over in laughter as her practically lectured his friend. Needless to say, Pierre has yet to make this mistake again.

Charles was by far her favorite sibling. Lorenzo had a habit of bossing her around and Arthur shared a room with her. She loved all her brothers, but felt the most connected to Charles. She followed him around like a lost puppy some days. Ready to cheer him on at every Karting race.

This was where she first encountered Max.

After the race, she went to go congratulate Charles for a race well done. He was third but all the Leclerc’s were proud nonetheless. On the way over to him, she saw Max. He was at majority of the races Charles was at. The two had never talked formally, but they were aware of the others existence.

Something about the situation she was witnessing didn’t felt right. Max was standing with his dad, his knuckles turning white from gripping his second place trophy so tightly.

As she walked by, she almost fell over at hearing how his father was treating him. The slander leaving his mouth over his son placing second almost made her tear up. She was only nine at the time, but even she knew whatever was happening was wrong.

So she steeled herself, took a deep breath, and entered into the conversation. She walked up and tapped Max’s shoulder. He jumped at the feeling, not having seen you coming.

“Hello Max, Charles is busy with family but wanted to congratulate you.” She smiled warmly at the Dutch boy. Obviously taken off guard.

Jos turned to her, also not knowing how to handle this. “Not much to congratulate,” he sneered. The young Leclerc narrows her eyes at him. Not realizing how brash the older man is.

“What do you mean, Mr. Verstappen? There is plenty to congratulate.” She questions back, her tone mildly snarky. Obviously having no intention of backing down. The older man didn’t even bothering responding to her. He turns on his heels and walks away. Yelling back to Max “I’ll be in the car.”

Max looks between the girl who he’d never spoken too and his father. Unsure of what he should do in this situation. Thankfully the girl notices this. “Sorry for stepping in. He sounded unreasonably upset.” She apologized with a huff.

“Thanks actually- for what you did.” Max stutters out. No one had ever taken the time to defend him.it was an unusual feeling. He knows he can’t stay long though. “I should go. I’ll see you around- I guess.” Then he runs off. Waving as he goes.

She had told her mother about it. The older woman explaining what was probably happening at home. It made her sad for the Dutch boy. Having to hear that it happens more often then just races.

This was only the first encounter with Max. The Leclerc sister made it a point to find Max after every race and praise for a job well done. Much to his fathers dismay. She knew she couldn’t stop what was happening, but maybe her words would help ease some of the hurt.

The girls mother occasionally helped out with her quest. Walking with her daughter to find the Dutch and congratulate him.

It became a routine. One that Max was starting to enjoy. The seeking out now being reciprocated. The two even finding time to converse about things aside from racing.

Max’s father had started to become increasingly more annoyed at this fact. Pulling Max away from you. Spitting vulgar words at a child that wasn’t even his own.

Pascals had made a note that if she was directly insulting to Mr. Verstappen, it might make things harder for Max. She still made her snarky remarks and threw insults at the older man, but only loud enough to make Max chuckle.

Her brothers eventually caught on. Charles and Arthur saying nice things to Max in passing. Charles was more strained, but was trying nonetheless.

The brothers began teasing her relentlessly as they grew up. Her fondness for Max only growing. Her quick tongue seemed to falter when they brought up Max. She held a soft spot for him, as he did for her.

When Max and Charles were in formula 2, she was incredibly proud of both of them. She divided her time equally between the two boys. Still always making sure to sing Max’s praises loud enough for everyone to hear.

Originally she though Max’s father would cool down and maybe start to see how talented he is, but she was mistaken. The older man somehow seemed to get more competitive.

It was increasingly easier to talk to each other now since the two both have phones. She comforted over video calls as he ranted about something stupid his father said to him. He listens to her talk about her fathers battle with illness. The two became inseparable. Being the reason for each others smiles on most occasions.

Then formula 1 came. Charles driving for Ferrari and Max for Redbull. The youngest Leclerc baskets in both boy finally making it. Years of hard work paying off.

Max no longer lived at home. Having moved to an apartment in Monaco. This meaning the two could spend more time together. The, now young woman, takes pride in that fact she convinced him to move closer to her.

She’d become more outspoken recently. Opening defending both her brothers and Max. Most people knew not to say anything if she was within earshot.

The year is now 2021 and Max and Lewis are both fighting hard for the championship title. Max was visible upset at the end the race. Second place wasn’t enough if Lewis is going to keep winning.

The young woman immediately trying to find him after the podium celebration. She had seen the look in his fathers eyes and is now frantically trying to beat him to Max. Charles and Arthur found her in a frenzy. Confused because she is usually calm, her sarcastic remarks and opinions given so level that you’d think it was rehearsed.

“I need to find Max.” She explained, panting from running around the paddock. They decided three sets of eyes would be better then one and split off in different direction.

She was so caught up in her search for Max that she hadn’t noticed her phone buzzing in her pocket.

A text from Charles reading: In the back of the Redbull garage. It doesn’t look good.

She took off running spotting snarled waiting for her outside. She could hear the commotion from Jos.

“I was going to try and break it up but they won’t let me in.” Charles gestures to the wall of Redbull engineers. She however, wasn’t going to let them stop her from getting to Max. She shoved her way through with determination and surprising strength. Immediately settling herself between the two Dutch men.

Jos had turned his anger towards her now. His finger getting dangerously close to her face. “You are part of the problem.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “The only problem currently is you.”

“My son has been distracted because of you. His hopes for a title this year not getting any better because of you.” He spits. She can feel his breath on her face.

“Personally, I think Max is a good racer because he wants to be. Not because of you or me helping or distracting.” She lets a smirk form on her lips. “Your just angry because your finally running out of things to berate him about. Hard to be angry when Max is better then you.”

Jos’ face had turned red. She could feel Max’s anxiety increasing from behind her.

Then everything happened in slow motion. She hadn’t noticed Jos’ hand raised above her. Charles moved faster then anyone. Shoving Jos to the side, his hand not getting to connect with anything but the nearest wall.

He was raging now. Thrashing like a child who didn’t get their way. Pierre and Charles who had somehow managed their way inside kept a firm grip on him as Christian ran to get security.

The Youngest Leclerc. The one who spent her days defending Max in secret, keeping the haters at bay never letting Max go a day without know he is loved. Finally she turned around and stared deeply into his eyes. Blue irises glasses over from tears he’d been holding back.

She embraces him warmly. His face buried into the crook of her neck. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” She apologized softly.

Max pulled away and gives her a confused look. “On the contrary, I think you were right on time.”

Security had come and grabbed Jos to escort him out of the paddock. Charles and Pierre now finding then tension between the two heating up. The two boys giggling. “I swear if you two don’t kiss or something I will no play nice with Max.” Charles laughed.

She didn’t care about the teasing. Just taking time to comfort Max. The two still conjoined in a loose hold.

Max leans his forehead against hers. “You know I’ve loved you for awhile right?” He smiles.

“You would be stupid to not.” She remarks. Max shaking his head at the remark. “But I have to agree with Charles on this one.”

Max doesn’t hesitate any longer. Placing his lips on hers. Pulling her as close to him as he can. He then pulls away, his lips still close to hers and voice barely a whisper.

“Thank you, for protecting me all these years.”

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doriandrifting · 2 years

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Maybe it’s bc I’m a bit older than the average byler truther but I’ve lived through the peak of queerbaiting in media and this ain’t it.

Even just rationally speaking, if Byler was going to be unrequited, most, if not all, of it would’ve been wrapped up this season. We wouldn’t be going into the last season with so much up in the air—Mike and El still not talking after a “love confession”, the lie about the painting, Will having only had a coded coming out with Jonathan, etc. Mike and Will spent the entire season having heart to hearts that predominantly focused on Mike’s relationship issues to show that their friendship is rooted in being vulnerable with one another. There’s no way, at the very least, Will wouldn’t come out, even in a vague sort of way, to Mike. Especially considering that they’ve show us that Mike isn’t homophobic—that he defended Will’s honor against the homophobic bullies when Will was missing.

So if they waited for Season 5, and all of this led to him being rejected at the very end, in a season with no new characters, they’d literally be giving Will a slowburn sad ending. It would mean that they set up Will to have literally maybe one happy character arc over the course of the show (Getting a Dad who loves him, Hopper). S1: Kidnapped and trapped in the Upside Down S2: Possessed S3: Ignored, heartbroken and then forced to move away from his friends S4: In “unrequited” love with his best friend who’s dating his sister and his entire arc is pushing them together at great personal cost S5: Rejected by the only character he’s shown to have feelings for after finally opening up about being queer???

Like can you think of any other character on the show that has no happy arcs?

Even El, who has the most tragic backstory, is ending the story with a full family, (most likely) her best friend back at her side, the people who harmed her her entire life gone, and freedom from being used for her powers. And if Byler isn’t canon, she’s ending it with a love interest.

I know people have been burned with similar media like IT and whatnot, but at the end of the day, while IT can deviate a bit, they’re trying to stay true to source material. Stranger Things has no source material and has already shown that it’s not above “straight-baiting” (maybe the assumption shouldn’t be everyone is straight until proven otherwise oop). The Duffer Brothers have also already been clear about not wanting a sad ending (talking about how you can’t kill Mike bc that’s too sad—that becomes a different show). So IMO, there’s nothing to worry about.

#this is for the younger bylers that have been crying and throwing up over actor comments #I promise y’all they don’t know a lot of things about the story #and they’re literally coached to lie in some cases #Noah literallt admitted he was told to dance around questions to protect the S4 plot of will being gay #byler #mike wheeler #i know what you are #will byers #is an angel #he’s never done anything wrong #I would protect him with my life

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sees-writes · 9 months

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what’s your favourite thing about Scott McCall? 👀

Probably how despite everything that he's experienced, everything that he's witnessed and been through, he's still painfully a teenager.

He definitely grows more serious as the years go by, but he also hangs onto some of his youth. In season 3 despite having to deal with becoming an alpha, 'losing his mind', and worrying about his friends, he helps Stiles rig Coach's classroom before Halloween. He still has to be hyped up by Stiles to go talk to Kira, his mom still fixes his clothes and gives him love advice and one of my personal favorites is in season 6.

At the very beginning of season 6, they are all seniors in high school and thinking about college or whatnot... Scott and Stiles decide to use his werewolf abilities to fight domestic crime. That's the most batshit teenage thing to do. You rarely see adults decide to become vigilantes, it's usually teenagers who think "Hey, I happen to have a lot of time on my hands and I have cool abilities, let's go break some laws!"

So yes, one of my favorite things about Scott is how he didn't let his youth slip away despite everything that happened to him and his friends. He fought to keep others from taking that from him and he succeeded.

#teen wolf #scott mccall #tyler posey #he's jsut a funny guy #I love him #pro scott mccall #i would protect him with my life #i still think its hilarious how he started using his abilities like spiderman

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gayjosh · 2 years

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hey! could you do a steve harrington one where the reader is kinda like billy so like bad guy smokes n stuff, and is just like an all round asshole and is so protective of steve

Ouu this is a good one thank you :) i made it longer than usual because i havent posted in a while and also bc this was very fun to write! <3

♡ Steve Harrington x Male Reader ♡

《Steve getting bullied, homophobia, fighting, crying, weapon + blood. Fluff, SFW》

FEM DNI

Tommy H.

That fucker.

As you turned the corner and made your way towards your locker, you saw him yelling at Steve again. He had a firm grip on the front of Steve's grey and blue striped sweater, pinning him against the wall and screaming right in his face.

"You turned into a fucking loser. Not to mention a fag. Come on Steve, at least try to fight back."

You dropped your bag next to your locker and walked towards him, squaring your shoulders.

"Hey, Hagan! Wanna say that shit again?" You towered over him, at least 6 inches taller. You could see the fear in his face as he looked at you and realized who you were, but he stood his ground, pushing Steve against the wall again, which made a loud thump, and Steve groaned.

"What? Fag? That's what he is." He looked back at Steve, a giant, ugly grin spread across his face. "Steve's a fucking fag. A dirty fucking fag."

You clenched your jaw. "Don't call him that, shithead."

"I can do whatever I want," he leaned towards you. "Faggot." He said it slowly, and you felt nothing but rage.

You curled your hand into a fist, and punched him right in the side of the face, and he fell to the floor with a thud.

Steve gasped and stepped away, watching from a few feet away as you grabbed Tommy's shirt and pulled him up. "Never call Steve a fag again, you hear me?!" You raised a fist up, threatening to punch him again.

His eyes widened and he put his hands up. "Fine! Jesus, you fucking psycho!" You pushed him down onto the floor, knocking the wind out of him. He scrambled to get up and quickly scurried away.

You smiled, but it quickly faded as you turned to find Steve sitting against your locker crying, his head in his hands. You hurried over to him and knelt down, comforting him. "Are you okay, Steve?"

He looked up at you, sniffling. "Yeah... I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Why do you care?"

Your heart dropped. "What do you mean? I just do. Did you think I didn't care about you?"

"I guess. I dunno, you're always angry. I didn't think you cared about anyone."

You smiled, gently wiping the tears from his face. "I'm not always angry. Especially not when I'm with..." You hesitated and then cleared your throat, realizing you probably shouldn't tell him you liked being around him. He probably wouldn't even care if you did tell him, anyway.

"With me?" He smiled, his sparkly brown eyes staring up at you.

You scoffed, quickly taking your hands off of him. "No. I-I don't even like being around you." You lied, cringing. You stood up and started nervously fiddling with the lock on your locker, trying to remember the code.

"Oh... Okay. Well uh, I'll just go." Steve got up and started walking away. You closed your eyes tightly, angry at yourself.

"Wait. Steve, come back." As soon as you said that, he spun around and walked back towards you. You grabbed his shoulders, leaning down slightly to be level with him. "Look. I do like being with you, okay? You make me happy."

His cute smile and happy, sparkly eyes came right back. "Really? If you're messing with me, y/n-"

"I'm not." You pulled him in and hugged him, sending waves of warmth and happiness through you.

You started to pull away, but he hugged you tighter. "You make me happy too." You blushed, trying to hide it when he finally pulled away. "Do you want to... Go on a date? You know, just as friends..."

"What if we didn't go as friends?" You were incredibly nervous suggesting this, but you hid your anxiety with a smirk, grabbing his hand and holding it. "I'll meet you at the arcade at 7." He looked down at your hand, then back up at you in disbelief, which made you even more nervous, until he smiled and nodded, gripping your hand tighter.

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As you leaned against the passenger side of your car and took another puff of your cigarette, Steve pulled into the parking spot next to you, rolling down his window. "Hey, pretty boy." You smiled, walking over and leaning against his car. He leaned closer, the lights from the arcade shining on his face revealing those beautiful eyes looking up at you. You winked, opening his door for him, and his face developed a light red hue as he giggled, climbing out of the car.

"Did you just giggle, Harrington?"

"What? No, I- It wasn't a-" He blushed even harder. You hummed a laugh and grabbed his hand, holding it as you walked with him into the arcade. The sounds of the games beeping, buttons clicking and kids and teens laughing and talking all hit you at once. A couple of people watched the two of you walk by, some judging, some smiling, and one girl winked at the oblivious Steve, which you cringed at, trying not to snap at her.

"Oh, what about this one?" He pointed at one of the new machines that they had installed a few days ago. "Gauntlet. Looks pretty cool, huh?" He smiled at you, leading you towards the game. He put in a quarter, leaned in, and started smashing the buttons. He looked the most focused you'd ever seen him, and it was so adorable.

"You're so hot, Harrington, you know that?" You beamed, whispering over his shoulder as you gripped his ass. His eyes darted over to you then back to the game. He was blushing, and when you looked back at the screen he wasn't doing very well at the game anymore.

"Shit!" He groaned, throwing his hands up and turning to you. "This game sucks."

"Aw, Stevie, did I distract you?" You taunted, grabbing his waist and pulling him in towards you. You smiled down at him, admiring him and watching him swoon, his eyes darting back and forth between your eyes and your lips. You chuckled. "Go on, kiss me, pretty boy. What, too scared?" After a moment, your face and his got closer, your lips barely touching as a small whimper left him. You melted into a long, passionate kiss, your body pressing against his as he brought one of his hands up and tangled his fingers in your hair, his other arm wrapped around you to keep him stable. You felt like you were in heaven, until a familiar voice boomed from across the arcade, causing the couple dozen people inside to stop talking and look over at the entrance as the door slowly swung shut.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't L/n. What do you think you're doing?"

You sighed, rolling your eyes and pushing Steve behind you. You cracked your knuckles as you sauntered over to him and his two random buddies who stood behind him. "Listen, Hagan. We don't have to make a scene-"

CRACK!

Everyone in the arcade gasped. You winced, pressing a hand to the side of your face as you got your balance back. "Did you just fucking slap me?! You're gonna regret that, you bitch." You swung at him, hitting him square in the jaw. He fell to the floor, and while he tried to get back up one of his friends threw the next punch, which you dodged, returning the favor and landing a hard hit in his stomach. Staggering, he grabbed his stomach and backed away.

Tommy had gotten up, and kicked at you. Grabbing his leg, you twisted and swung him back towards the door, which he hit with a thud. The last guy ran towards you, and before you could realize he had a pocket knife, you grabbed him by the arm, tossing him off of you and kicking him in the gut. He landed by Tommy, both of them trying to catch their breath.

You felt a warm liquid dripping down your arm and looked down to see a line of blood dripping from your forearm, down your fingers, onto the arcade floor, the thick red seeping into a green patch of the patterned carpet. You looked back up towards them, and Tommy's friends were already running across the parking lot.

"THIS ISN'T OVER, FAG!" Tommy yelled, pushing his way out of the arcade.

You limped back over to Steve, who was staring wide-eyed at your arm. "You're... You're..."

"Bleeding? Yeah, I noticed." You sneered.

"Come on. We gotta go home and get you cleaned up." He led you back to his car, opening the door for you and helping you sit down, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before shutting the car door and running around to get in.

As he sped down the street back to his house, you looked over at him. He was focused- more than he was when he played Gauntlet. "You need to be more careful. And stop getting into fights like that!" You smiled, realizing how much he cared about you and leaning towards him, admiring him. "Y/n. Promise me you won't fight them again," he looked over at you and held your hand.

You scoffed. "I promise, pretty boy."

"Good. I love you."

Those words. You only ever imagined him saying that. Now that he had said it, and was holding your hand, speeding down the road to get you home and help you, you realized that he wasn't just another high school crush.

"I love you too, Harrington."

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