#i’ll be good i’ll be good and i’ll love the world like i should

[mullermilkshake]

Meet the family

Part 11 <- Part 12 -> Part 13

It's that important time, you're nervous and Jinwoo can't wait to share the news.

At 14 weeks, the twins are around the size of lemons.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Hunter!reader Tags- Pregnant reader, slight manipulation, arguing.

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I drew this baby bootie divider and I think IT'S CUTE AS FUCK, I'm no artist but I'm pretty proud.

At fourteen weeks, you agreed to try again and visit Jinwoo’s mom and sister.

Anxiously standing there, you fiddled with your sweater and tried your best to keep your baby bump hidden before the public announcement. Jinwoo had managed to convince the Chairman to hold off on it until he could inform those close to him.

He wanted to tell his mom and Jinah immediately when he found out you were pregnant, but you were able to change his mind and wait just a little while longer.

Your oversized sweater was more of a tool than a fashion statement when leaving the apartment, just until the public announcement. Many people who recognised you and Jinwoo were none the wiser. Some made eyes at your radical clothing change, their gaze shifting down to your stomach with nothing more than a suspicious gaze.

There was only so much time before others would notice you carrying twins and not attending gate raids anymore. Time was running out. Jinwoo was growing impatient. Your moods were all over the place.

Organised chaos.

“Don’t worry.”

“Hm?” You met his gaze, chewing on your bottom lip.

“I said, don’t worry. They’ll love you, especially my mom. And Jinah will be great, I practically raised her while my mom was unwell.”

“It’s not that, I just… you’re taking me to meet her with the add on of ‘oh, by the way, the girl I’m seeing is also pregnant with twins’. It doesn’t make for a good impression, Jinwoo...”

You saw yourself as the girl he was seeing? Talk about making progress. Jinwoo wanted to smile, to kiss you right there on the doorstep.

But you sunk down with a slouch, clearly with more things on your mind. "You're closer with your sister then if you cared for her like that... We never really talked much about our families- What if she doesn't like me? That can happen- they could both take one look at me and decide not to like me."

God, you were adorable.

“To be honest, I think my mom will be really pleased. I’m twenty five and my sister’s always harping on at me about bringing a girl home so, it’ll go better than you think.”

It should have settled you, yet Jinwoo saw the way the distance between your eyebrows closed ever so slightly. You did this cute little thing with your face when you were conflicted, a worried stare that Jinwoo saw as adorable.

“Just stay close, okay?” Jinwoo took your hand and laced his fingers in between yours, a happy smile playing in his face as he knocked the door. “I’ll always be here.”

The door opened quicker than Jinwoo expected, like his mom was waiting for his visit.

“Jinwoo, I’m so glad you’re here- and this must be your girlfriend.” She smiled softly and placed a hand to her cheek. “Aren’t you pretty. Oh, Jinwoo, come on in and settle down, Jinah will be home soon.”

He took you through to the living area whilst his mom hurried through to the kitchen.

“Girlfriend?” You whispered, it shouldn’t have stung as much as it did.

Jinwoo shrugged reluctantly and played it off as best as he could. “Sorry, I wasn’t sure what to tell her.” 

He wanted you as his girlfriend, more than a girlfriend. You were to be the mother of his children and the only way to make everything right in the world was calling you his wife. Eventually, he’d ask you and you’d say yes when you were most vulnerable and understood that you could only rely on him.

Probably after the twins were born.

“So, tell me all about how you two met.” Jinwoo’s mom tiptoed in with a tray of tea, carefully placing it down on the table with one extra cup for Jinah.

It was surprising just how easily a lie dipped from Jinwoo’s lips, explaining some random story to him mom about how you and he met. It had nothing to do with the Hunter’s association. 

And then came the kicker.

“So… about us, mom.” He took your hand again. “There’s something else that I wanted to talk to you about-“

“Hey, I’m home!” It was Jinwoo’s sister.

“In here, Jinah! Jinwoo’s here with his girlfriend!” It sounded pretty nice to hear his mom say your name.

I guess now’s a better time than any. 

Jinah came into the living area beaming, grinning right at you. “Hey! So my brother finally brought a girl home, huh? Hey, I recognise you from the television, you’re a hunter too- you’re so pretty-“

“Woah, Jinah.” He practically pushed her away, taking note of how well you were enduring the overwhelming presence of his baby sister. “Give her some space, there’ll be plenty of time to get to know each other. There’s something important we wanted to talk to you both about before it’s made public, so would you listen?”

“Sorry! I can get carried away sometimes.”

Jinwoo’s mom smiled and put her hand on his knee. “Go ahead. Tell us all about what you want to say. We’re listening.”

“Uh…” The colour drained from your face, looking to Jinwoo for an answer.

“Mom, Jinah…” He looked at you with such adoration when he said your name. “She’s pregnant.”

“Oh my god…”

“Really? Oh, that’s wonderful news!” The reactions Jinwoo expected, but they were expecting one baby. Not two.

“That’s not all.” He said, pulling up your sweater to show your little baby bump. “We’re having twins.”

That’s when the shock really sank in. “Twins?”

“You’re going to have two of you running around, Jinwoo?” Jinah was ever the one to put it eloquently.

“Yeah.”

“Jinwoo, is that apartment big enough for two babies? Do you need me to come and help when they’re born?”

“Well…” You cut in, looking everywhere except the three people in the room. “The Chairman has offered support from the hunter’s association to help us, there’s a facility that has resources to help us… so…”

Your voice trailed off when you saw Jinwoo’s involuntary expression. He didn’t mean to look at you the way he did, but it sounded a lot like you were thinking of giving his babies away to the association’s facility.

Swallowing hard, you smiled at his mom and sister. “But we haven’t decided on the later stuff just yet…”

Jinwoo halted himself in the silent room, trying to stop is hands from shaking. “Mom, I think we better go now, I promise we’ll come over soon.” He stood abruptly and made his way straight to the door without you, knowing you'd follow.

“Now? You’ve only just got here.”

“Sorry, it’s been a long day. I just remembered that I forgot to do something… y’know, errands.”

Like hell you were going to give the babies to the care of the association. He wanted to get to the bottom of this and quickly, his compulsion to protect his children stung heavier than ever right in his gut to ensure their safety. He just never thought that he’d be protecting them from you.

The next ten minutes were a blur, he said goodbye and sat in the car with you for longer before he had the courage to speak with you and not say something he’d deeply regret.

You just needed to see that having a family with Jinwoo was the best thing for you, and for his babies. You still had time before they arrived to see that the only place they belonged was in your and Jinwoo’s arms.

“Jinwoo, will you say something?” You were close to crying by the time he pulled over in a random street away from Headquarters.

“Why do you want to give our babies away?”

“N-no, not give them away. Don’t make me sound so cruel. You're taking words out of my mouth. But we’ll need some sort of support when they get here… I’m terrified, Jinwoo.” He listened for the clicking of your seatbelt as you turned. “What can we give them that can ensure they’re raised right- we can’t do that our own.”

What were you even saying? Jinwoo was the strongest hunter to come out of modern times, he fought Beru for goodness sake, there wasn’t anything he couldn’t do.

“Yes we can. We can give them everything- please don’t do this.”

“How? How can we give them everything- Jinwoo, we aren’t ready to take care of one regular baby, and we have two with S-Rank mana, one tantrum and whatever abilities they might have, they could destroy half the city. How are we equipped to deal with that? What if both of them inherit something from us and it gets out of control? People could want to exploit that and we can’t be there all the time.”

“We’ll find a way to suppress it until they’re old enough, we can do something. We can stop it somehow, but we can’t give up on them and let them fall into the Chairman’s hands. You of all people should understand that-“

“I do understand it! That's the issue!” You were crying now, wiping your eyes as you talked faster, louder. More desperate. “I know we can't trust the association with them, but what other choice do we have? I can’t think of any viable options- I didn’t ask for this, I didn’t want to do any of this and now I’m pregnant with twins and it all changes for me, you get that, right?!”

He did, he really did. Even so, he would not have you raising any children on your own, it was his duty as the father to help raise his children. He’d be there like his dad should have been through his teen years, helping you and loving you to raise two beautiful children.

Still, he let you finish. “You get that the world keeps on turning for you, for Jong-in. But it stops for me, and for Hae-in. She’s being sent to this facility on her own so Jong-in can get someone else pregnant- they wanted me to go in her place. You can come and go as you please and I… I won’t be able to go on raids again- I still want to be a hunter, I can’t do it if I’m all on my own.”

Jinwoo shook his head vigorously, hoping the action alone would seek it to you. “You won’t be on your own. I’m here, I’m not leaving… Please don’t let the Chairman get his hands on our babies.”

“Jinwoo, you’re not getting my point-“

“I do get it.”

Should I tell her? Was it too soon to tell you how much he adored you, loved you and wanted to spend the rest of his life with you?

“I care about you, deeply. More than you know, and I want us all to be a family.”

You sat and watched him with wide eyes. He took the opportunity to continue. “I know you didn’t ask for this, and in another life, I would have asked you out and taken things slowly if you said yes. But we’re here, and we should make the most of this… we have the chance to have two healthy and beautiful babies that will no doubt look like you.” He chucked, taking your hand you gave him with no issue. “They’ll have your temperament, the cute thing you do with your nose when you smile and I’m sure they’ll have your taste in music too.”

You rubbed your belly, watching him with a look he hadn’t seen before. Total and utter fear. “Jinwoo… how are we going to take care of two babies, work and keep ourselves afloat all the time? The Chairman will want us to have more children if these two come out as strong as he thinks they will. He’s clearly taken an interest and I don’t think he’ll just move on to the next baby that has a mana reading like this.”

If you felt that way, why did you want to hand them over to the association? Jinwoo put it down to your changing hormones, lack of sleep and just wanting the best for your children. Your maternal side was late in showing, and even then it was inconsistent. In fact, your baby bump showed faster than your capability to adapt to motherhood.

Despite that, it was showing, little by little each day. When the babies were born, Jinwoo knew that from the moment you saw them wrapped up in their little blankets and woolly hats, you’d fall in love with them. Just as he would at the sight of the two little bundles in your arms after giving your all and making two wonderful little people.

On that thought, his frustrations melted away. “The Chairman won’t be a problem… I promise you.”

Jinwoo took both of your hands and held them tight, close. “He won’t demand us, not anymore. And money isn’t an issue, just let me worry about that. I’ll never leave you, you won’t ever be on your own. Ever.” 

“Promise?”

“Yes. I promise. I swear on my life.”

Part 11 <- Part 12 -> Part 13

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[ririright]

Could you possibly do Hayden x younger and very short reader?

❤︎ Height Differences and Playful Teasing

He constantly uses you as an armrest, leaning on your head with a smug grin.

“Comfortable down there, sweetheart?”

He loves picking you up effortlessly, especially when you try to reach something on a high shelf.

“Need a lift, tiny?”

❤︎ Always Bending Down for Kisses

He leans down to kiss you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you up on your toes.

If you try to pout, he’ll dramatically bend even lower. “This better?”

He loves it when you pull him down by his collar or his flannel just to kiss him.

❤︎ Being Overprotective Without Realizing It

He always insists on holding your hand in crowded places, keeping you close.

“Stay by me, sweetheart. Don’t want to lose you in the crowd.”

If someone bumps into you, his arm is immediately around your shoulders, giving them a sharp look.

If you’re out somewhere unfamiliar, his protective instinct goes into overdrive.

❤︎ His Clothes Are Like Dresses on You

When you steal his shirts, they’re basically oversized dresses.

He loves seeing you wrapped up in his flannels, especially with the sleeves covering your hands.

Sometimes he’ll chuckle,

“You look better in my clothes than I do.”

❤︎ Loves Spoiling You (Even When You Protest)

He’ll randomly buy you sweets or little gifts he thinks you’ll love.

If you ever try to pay for something, he just raises an eyebrow.

“Put that away, sweetheart. I got it.”

Always lets you steal his desserts.

“Just say you want a bite, babe. No need for the sneaky fork.”

❤︎ Picks You Up Like You Weigh Nothing

Will casually scoop you up and carry you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch.

If you’re being cheeky, he’ll just pick you up and spin you around.

Sometimes he carries you over his shoulder, just to hear you squeal.

❤︎ Teases You About Your Baby Face

“You’re gonna get carded at the movies again, aren’t you?”

Always has to insist you’re his wife because people think you’re younger than you are.

Loves gently cupping your cheeks, grinning.

“I get the prettiest baby face wife in the world.”

❤︎ A Little Jealous of Other Young Guys

He’s confident, but if he catches some younger guy looking at you, he’ll immediately pull you close.

“You good, sweetheart? Or should I remind you who’s the lucky guy here?”

Sometimes, he’ll smirk and lean down to kiss you in front of them.

❤︎ He’s Always Trying to Teach You Things (And Secretly Loves It)

Whether it’s showing you how to use the Bobcat or teaching you to wield a lightsaber, he’s your favorite teacher.

He loves watching you focus, the way your eyes light up when you get it right.

“Look at you, my little Jedi in training.”

❤︎ Wraps You Up in Bear Hugs

Loves engulfing you in his arms, pressing his face against your hair.

If you ever feel upset, he’ll just pick you up and sit you on his lap, holding you close.

When you two watch movies, he pulls you against his chest, basically using himself as a blanket.

❤︎ Gets a Kick Out of Your Feisty Side

If you try to stand on your tiptoes and poke his chest during an argument, he’ll just smile.

“You’re adorable when you’re all worked up.”

Sometimes you’ll try to be sassy, and he’ll just lean down,

“You wanna say that again, shorty?”

❤︎ Always Puts You First (Even When You Argue)

If you’re mad at him, he’ll lean down, trying to catch your eye with a teasing grin.

“C’mon, short stuff, don’t be mad. I’ll make it up to you.”

He’s quick to apologize, pulling you into his arms even when you’re trying to stay grumpy.

❤︎ Loves Showing Off His Strength for You

Carries heavy bags with ease, glancing over just to make sure you’re impressed.

Will show off by lifting you up without warning, making you squeal.

If you try to out-stubborn him with something, he’ll just pick you up and carry you off.

“We’ll talk when you calm down, babe.”

❤︎ Knows You Use Your Size to Your Advantage

If you want cuddles, you’ll just snuggle into his chest, and he melts.

You’ll hide behind him in crowds or if something scares you, and he always turns protective.

Loves it when you try to be sneaky, like stealing snacks—“Oh, where’s my cookie? Must be a tiny thief in the house.”

❤︎ Secretly Loves Feeling Like the “Older Guy”

Will sometimes make fun of his “old man” habits, like needing his reading glasses or saying his back hurts.

Loves when you tell him he’s handsome, like he’s still got it.

“You think I’m a silver fox already, sweetheart?” (He’s not even graying yet.)

❤︎ Calls You Sweet Nicknames

“Shortcake,” “Peanut,” “Tiny Dancer.”

If you’re mad, he’ll go overboard.

“Oh, don’t be mad, little firecracker.”

Loves how small your hands look in his and will hold them up to his just to tease.

❤︎ Gets a Bit Insecure About the Age Gap

If you bring up something you love from your childhood that he doesn’t know, he’ll joke, “Guess I’m ancient, huh?”

You’ll catch him checking himself out in the mirror, and he’ll give you a sheepish smile.

“You’re not gonna trade me in for a younger model, are you?” (He’s only half-joking.)

❤︎ But You Always Reassure Him

Whenever you tell him he’s hot or touch his chest, he gets that smug, boyish grin.

“Yeah? Still got it?”

When you cuddle against him, he feels like the luckiest man alive, your head against his chest, his arms wrapped around you.

[etherealeowyn]

Making Up for Lost Time - Chapter 1

Bucky Barnes x Fem Reader

Word Count: 1,322

When Steve called Y/n with the news that Bucky was alive and no longer consumed by the persona of the Winter Soldier, she didn't hesitate to go and meet up with him. Especially because it had been decades since she had last seen her boyfriend, and she knew he would need all the comfort in the world after the trauma he endured at the hands of Hydra.

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 (coming soon)

“I found him, Y/n, and he’s not just the Winter Soldier anymore. I could tell that Bucky is back in control,” Steve said into the phone, a pang of excitement laced within his words.

“Steve, please tell me you’re not joking,” Y/n replied, feeling her throat tighten up from the news.

“I promise, I wouldn’t ever joke with you about this. I know how much you love him,” he responded, sounding dead serious.

“Okay, well send me your location, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” the woman said, hanging up her phone and running as quickly as she could through the hotel with her car keys in hand.

The empty industrial facility where both Steve and Sam were keeping an eye on Bucky wasn’t far away, and since Y/n was speeding way faster than she probably should have, it didn’t take long to get there. She pulled her car inside, making sure there was no one following her who could threaten the reunion that would happen shortly.

“Steve? Sam?” Y/n asked, her voice slightly echoing through the empty building.

“Over here,” Steve’s voice sounded, and she immediately ran in his direction.

Y/n paused in her tracks when she saw Bucky sitting there on the ground, his metal arm clamped down by some sort of machinery to prevent him from escaping again.

Her hand immediately shot up to her mouth, a mixture of both joy and sadness washing over her. It had been decades since she had seen him in person, the last time being when he fell from the train all those years ago, and she had partially come to terms with the fact that she’d never see him again.

Especially since when she woke up from the ice with Steve decades later, she figured that even if he had managed to survive the fall, which was completely and utterly unlikely, he would’ve already died from old age.

When Steve had sworn to her that he had seen Bucky, she didn’t think he was a liar, but Y/n thought he was seeing things. I mean, how could it even be possible?

But then again, if she could have super serum and survive almost 70 years under ice, anything was possible.

“He’s okay, well physically he’s okay, mentally it’s a different story, but I figured you could help him through everything right now,” Steve spoke, placing one of his hands gently on the woman’s shoulder, snapping her from the hundreds of different thoughts that were circling in her mind.

“Okay, and thank you for saving him,” Y/n responded, smiling softly at him as she tried to fight back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

He nodded at the woman in response, and slowly her feet began to carry her towards the man.

The last thing Y/n wanted to do was startle Bucky, so she moved carefully, not wanting to appear in any way, shape, or form as a threat.

Her fingers timidly reached out towards his back, and she began to rub it very tenderly, taking note of how much more muscle he had gained since the last time she had felt him like this. It broke her heart to think about what he had gone through during the time they were apart, and though Steve explained some things to her, he didn’t tell her everything. Not because she couldn’t handle it, but because he didn’t feel as if it did any good for her to know all the details about his time as the Winter Soldier.

Gasping, Bucky jumped back, his head immediately swiveling to look at his metal arm that was being held in place. His brows furrowed in confusion as he felt the sensation of someone’s hand on him, and though Y/n knew she probably should separate herself from the man as he woke up, she didn’t. Mostly because she didn’t want Bucky to think that she feared him.

He turned his head to the side, and his blue eyes dramatically widened as he scanned every inch of the woman’s face. Blinking a couple of times slowly, he couldn’t help but feel as if he was amid some cruel dream, seeing the woman that he always yearned for but could never have.

“Y/n?” he asked, cocking his head to the side and reaching out his hand towards the woman, who didn’t shy away from his hand carefully cupping her face. “This can’t be real,” he followed up, his voice cracking as he pulled his hand away and shut his eyes tightly, trying to escape the sick joke.

“Bucky, it’s me, I swear,” Y/n replied, tears welling in her eyes, as she desperately pleaded to him, her heart breaking as she watched him fall apart. “Please just look at me, I'm real and this is all real, you’re going to be okay.”

Following her directions, his eyes opened once again, this time less wide, but with even more sadness behind them.

Y/n dropped to the floor and wrapped her arms around the man as tightly as she could, borderline scared that if she were to let go, he’d be gone again. Bucky’s free arm followed suit, and he held on to her tightly, burying his head in the crook of the woman’s neck. Sobs wracked his body, and the sensation was something he hadn’t felt in a long time, because for once he was crying tears of joy.

“Shh, it’s okay, my love, it’s okay,” Y/n softly spoke, placing tender kisses on the top of his head, trying to do everything in her power to help the man calm down. “I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”

Her hand combed through his hair, tucking it behind his ear so it didn’t get stuck to the hot trail of tears that were running down his face and onto her shirt. It didn’t bother her a bit, though, because it was just a physical reminder that he was, in fact, real, and everything going on was happening.

It took about another ten minutes of consoling him before he finally lifted his head from the crook of her neck, and the pads of Y/n’s thumbs immediately began wiping the remaining tears off his face.

“I-I never thought I’d see you again,” Bucky spoke, his voice heavy and mildly raspy. “But here you are, even more beautiful than the day I lost you.”

“Oh, Bucky, I love you so much,” Y/n replied, this time letting some tears fall down her face. “I never thought I’d see you again either, when Steve told me that you were still alive, both of us have spent every single day trying to find you and bring you home.”

“I love you too, doll, more than anything in this world,” Bucky responded with a small smile on his lips, contrasting the remnants of the sadness that had recently taken over him. “Now, would you please help me get out of this thing so we could get out of here?”

“Of course,” she said, standing up and untightening the machine that had his metal arm secured.

The second he was free, Y/n helped him stand up, grabbing his arm and draping it around her shoulder so she could better support his weight as she got him to the car, where Steve and Sam were waiting.

Even though she wished that they could return to the States and heal together, Y/n knew there was still some fighting in Europe that had to be done. She didn’t have to tell Bucky this, though, because it was clear to him what he had to do, but part of him was happy to fight, not because he wanted to be a part of the violence, but because he finally was able to fight for a worthy cause. Plus, the thought of it was much more bearable knowing that Y/n would be right there by his side the entire time.

[cheftsunoda]

reckless — ln4, op81

smau/real life

lando norris x !ex singer reader

oscar piastri x !singer reader

y/n and lando had been inseparable since they were nineteen, building a life together through the highs and lows. but lately, something felt off. as lando grew distant, yn’s suspicions quietly grew—until the truth unraveled…he’d been cheating with magui. instead of confronting him, yn poured her heartbreak into a song—one that ended their relationship for the world to hear. in the aftermath, she found comfort where she least expected it… in the arms of lando’s own teammate.

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i am legit post heal your heart right as we speak so part 4 is posted if you’re looking for it

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‘This chapter's about

How you said there was nobody else

Then you got up and went to her house

You guys always left me out’

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He grabs his keys from the counter, barely glancing in my direction.

“I’ll be back later,” Lando says, voice flat.

“Where are you going?” I ask, keeping my tone light—casual, like I don’t already feel the distance growing between us.

He shrugs. “Just out.”

No name. No place. No explanation.

I nod, pretending not to care. “Okay. Be safe.”

The door clicks shut behind him, and silence floods the room. I sit there, staring at the space he just walked out of. My chest feels heavier than it should. I could’ve asked again, pressed for an answer—but what would that change? I already know the truth, even if I’m too scared to say it out loud. Something’s wrong. I feel it in the way he doesn’t look at me the same. In how he only kisses me when he thinks I’m not paying attention to the way his mind is somewhere else. Maybe I don’t argue because deep down… I’m tired of fighting for someone who’s already gone.

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f1gossipgirls : Rumors have been swirling for weeks about F1 driver Lando Norris and model/influencer Magui Corceiro, and it looks like things just heated up. The two were seen leaving Magui’s apartment early Tuesday morning, looking very cozy—and definitely not like just friends. Sources say Y/N, Lando’s longtime girlfriend, was not around at the time. The pair kept it low-key, both wearing sunglasses and casual fits, but witnesses couldn’t help but notice the chemistry (and the fact that lando was spotted there overnight).

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username00 : yn deserved so much better. she gave that man years of loyalty and he gave her betrayal in return. i hope she writes a whole album about this.

username10 : lando leaving his apartment with Magui like we wouldn’t notice?? men have no shame.

username22 : you mean to tell me lando threw away 5 years with yn (the most stunning person on the planet) for felix’ sloppy seconds?

username30 : yn’s silence speaks louder than words.

usernameeee : lando FUMBLED.

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‘When you told me that I was the only girl

You'd ever want in your life’

The post sits on my phone screen, still open. Lando and Magui, walking out of our apartment like it was theirs. Like I didn’t exist. When I hear the front door open, I don’t move. Just stare at the screen until it turns black. I lock it and set it face down.

Lando walks in, running a hand through his hair like he’s exhausted. “Hey, I’m back,” he says softly.

I look up, trying to sound casual. “Were you with Magui?”

He pauses in the middle of the room. Not long, but long enough.

Then he walks over slowly, kneels in front of me, and rests his hands gently on my knees. “Yeah,” he says, voice calm. “She needed someone to talk to. She was going through something, and I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“There are pictures,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” he murmurs. “They look worse than it was. I swear, Y/N. Nothing’s going on with her. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

His eyes search mine like he’s begging me to believe him. He squeezes my hands. “You’re the only one I want. You always have been.”

I nod slowly, swallowing the knot in my throat. “Okay.”

He leans in and kisses my forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whisper back.

But I still don’t believe him.

Because love shouldn’t come with this much doubt.

And the part of me that used to feel safe with him… doesn’t anymore.

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‘Each day goes by and each night, I cry

Somebody saw you with her last night

You gave me your word, "Don't worry 'bout her’

The room is quiet except for the occasional sniffle I try to stifle into my pillow. The sheets are pulled up to my chin, but they don’t feel warm—just heavy. Like everything else. My phone is beside me, screen dimmed, waiting for a notification that won’t come. No apology. No explanation. Just silence. I open my Notes app instead, the cursor blinking back at me like it knows what’s coming. I start typing, barely able to see through the blur in my eyes. The words hurt. But they feel true. They feel like mine. I let out a shaky breath, backlit by the soft glow of the screen, when a buzz cuts through the stillness.

Max Fewtrell :

Hey. I know Lando is my best friend but what he is doing to you is so wrong, yn. You’ve been loyal to him for so long. I saw him out with magui again. I wanted you to know. I’m so sorry.

My heart drops. Max never texts me like this. Not unless it’s something important. Not unless he feels like I deserve to know. I stare at the message, my fingers trembling. He lied. Looked me in the eye and told me she just “stopped by.”

I feel something crack quietly inside me—not loud or explosive, just the kind of break you can’t come back from.

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‘How could you be so reckless with my heart?’

I lie in bed for a while, Max’s message burning a hole in my chest. I keep hoping—praying—there’s a reasonable explanation. That I’m overthinking. That he’s telling the truth. But something inside me shifts. That quiet voice that’s been whispering doubts for weeks gets louder. I can’t ignore it anymore. So I get up. I move through the apartment on autopilot, careful not to make a sound, like I’m trespassing in a home that used to feel like mine. Lando’s bag is by the door, half-zipped, carelessly tossed like everything else in this relationship lately. I kneel beside it, heart pounding. I don’t want to be this person. I never wanted to look. But he made me. Inside, I find his phone charger, his sunglasses… and then a second phone. One I’ve never seen before. It’s not locked. My hands are cold as I scroll through the texts. Her name is right there—Magui—bold and glowing like a warning.

“Miss you already.”

“Last night was everything.”

“Don’t forget your hoodie. I kept it.”

Photo attachments. Her in our kitchen. Her in his hoodie. The same one he wore when he left that day. The same one I folded and left out for him the night before. My breath catches. I can’t cry. Not right now. My body won’t let me. I set the phone down on the counter and stare at it, like it’s some kind of weapon. Because it is. Proof of betrayal. Of everything he swore wasn’t happening.

And suddenly, I’m not heartbroken.

I’m done.

—

‘You check in and out

Of my heart like a hotel

And she must be perfect, oh well

I hope you both go to hell’

I don’t rush.

There’s a strange calm that settles over me as I fold my clothes, one by one, placing them carefully into the suitcase I bought on our first trip together. I don’t slam drawers or throw things. I just… let go.

Piece by piece.

Everything that once felt like home now feels like evidence. The framed photo of us at Silverstone. The hoodie he gave me when I first stayed over. The mug with my initial that he always filled before his morning races.

I don’t take them.

He can have the memories.

I zip the suitcase slowly and glance around the apartment one last time. It looks the same. But everything’s changed.

On the counter, I leave the second phone. Unlocked. Open to the last message from Magui.

And next to it, I place a folded piece of paper.

‘i trusted you. i loved you. she must be perfect, oh well. i hope you both go to hell.’

—

‘Hey, this is a story I hate

But I told it to cope with the pain

I'm so sorry if you can relate’

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username000 : oh so she won everyone in the breakup

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36 missed calls from Lando

115 messages from Lando

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The Monaco streets are quiet this early—just the soft hum of waves below and the rhythmic slap of my sneakers against the pavement. The city’s waking up, but I’ve been up for hours. Running clears my head in ways sleep can’t lately. I round the corner near Port Hercule, pulling my hoodie tighter around me as the breeze cuts through. Just as I hit the incline by the marina, a familiar figure jogs past in the opposite direction—then slows down and doubles back.

“Yn?”

I pause, pulling out one earbud. “Oscar?”

He jogs up, slightly out of breath, curls damp with sweat, that easy smile tugging at his lips. “Didn’t know you were back.”

“Yeah,” I say, trying to steady both my breathing and the sudden flutter in my chest. “Just got in a few days ago.”

He nods, studying me for a beat. “You alright?”

I give a tired smile. “Getting there.”

He doesn’t push. Just offers a quiet, steady presence, the kind I didn’t know I needed until now.

“I was gonna grab a coffee and walk the market after this,” he says, shifting his weight slightly. “You feel like company?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Is this a pity invite?”

He grins. “Only if you say no. Then it’ll definitely be pity.”

I laugh—really laugh—for the first time in days. The air feels lighter somehow.

“Alright,” I say. “But I’m picking the playlist next time we run into each other.”

He falls in step beside me. “Deal.”

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yourusername : never been happier <3

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username00 : new man??! bets??

username10 : better not see any “you moved on quick” comments because he moved on while they were still together

username5 : what if it’s Oscar???

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oscarpiastri : Been pretty productive lately.

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carlossainz55 : Hell of a season for you so far amigo!

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username10 : call me delulu but that’s def yn

hattiepiastri : who? what? when?

oscarpiastri : you could’ve just texted bro

hattiepiastri : you never answer your texts

nicolepiastri : or calls

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The Monaco sun hits hard, even in the morning, but the buzz of the paddock is electric as always—cameras flashing, engines humming in the background, and whispers floating like static. This time, though, it’s not the usual chaos that turns heads.

It’s me.

Walking beside Oscar.

I’m wearing sunglasses, a soft black cap pulled low, and an oversized McLaren hoodie. Not just any hoodie—his hoodie. The number 81 stitched on the sleeve in that unmistakable papaya orange.

Oscar doesn’t say anything when the photographers start snapping. Just glances sideways at me with a small, knowing smile like he expected this.

I shrug. “It was the most comfortable one I had.”

“Sure it was,” he says, gently bumping my shoulder with his.

We pass a few crew members. They nod politely—but their eyes dip to my sleeve.

The whispers start instantly.

“That’s Piastri’s number, isn’t it?”

“Since when are they a thing?”

“I thought she was with—”

“Not anymore.”

Somewhere across the paddock, I catch a glimpse of Lando.

He’s mid-conversation but freezes for a split second when he sees us. His eyes drop to the hoodie, and I don’t miss the way his jaw tightens.

I don’t look away.

Oscar doesn’t either.

He simply says, “You ready?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

He grips tightly onto my hand as we walk through.

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The podium celebration is chaos—in the best way. Champagne rains down like glitter, the crowd is deafening, and Oscar’s smile is wider than she’s ever seen it. There’s a light in his eyes that wasn’t there a few weeks ago. A quiet, humble pride. He climbs down from the stage, face flushed with adrenaline and joy, and immediately scans the crowd.

And then he sees me. Standing just behind the McLaren garage barrier, still wearing his hoodie, tears in my eyes and the biggest grin on my face.

He doesn’t hesitate.

He pushes through the crowd—crew members cheering, pats on the back, cameras chasing him—and walks straight to me.

“You did it,” i breathe, eyes shining.

“I told you I would,” he says softly, almost in disbelief.

And before either of us can talk ourselves out of it, he leans in and kisses me.

Not rushed. Not messy. Just sure.

The kind of kiss that says finally.

Around us, everything blurs. Reporters stop mid-sentence. Phones come up. Paparazzi lenses refocus. Someone gasps—someone else screams.

It’s official. Public. Real.

When they pull apart, Oscar rests his forehead against mine.

“I wanted to do that for a while.”

I laughed, still a little breathless. “Figured. You did win, after all.”

“Yeah,” he grins. “But I think you’re still my favorite part of today.”

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[urinarythreatinfection]

Wider View

Shanks x Woman!reader. Very suggestive. 589 words. Bottom Shanks. Outside POV.

a/n: can be read as transfem probably. posting early bc impatient

It’s a slow day for an adult store, the shop owner, bored, looks around. They already don’t have a lot of people that shop in person, but there is the occasional person or delivery person. Today though, nothing, and the sun has almost set. They perk up when the little bell rings as someone walks inside, finally something to do. “Welcome!” They say happily, which falters when they see a sudden 6’6 man walk in. Scar over his eye, muscular, even missing an arm. He looks like bad news. His blood red hair moves as he does, making them nervous. ‘He wouldn’t try to rob an adult store right? Maybe the register? Should I call someone?’ Their mind runs through options as he peruses around. He seems to sense their unease because he turns to them and gives a friendly smile.

“Hello! Do you have this in a bigger size?” He asks, holding up sexy red lingerie. So he is here to shop, and that smile didn’t look fake.

‘Is he getting something for his girlfriend? That’s bold.’ They think to themselves before answering. “Yes! It should be in the back, how big would you like?”

“An extra large, and if you have the stockings longer that would be good too.” He explains and the shop owner goes to the back.

‘He’s got a big lady, I guess he could handle something like that.’ They grab the larger size and go back, handing it to him. He looks it over, then goes to a mirror and puts it to his body. ‘He’s gay!?’ Their eyes widen in shock, the man unknowing as he smiles looking at himself. ‘I would’ve never guessed..’

Ring ring

“O-Oh, welcome!” They snap out of it and spot a woman.

“Yes, is my husband here?” She asks and then spots the redhead, who quickly hides the lingerie behind him. The shop owner’s heart tightens, is he hiding his sexuality from her? A secret gay lover? “Shanks, there you are!”

“Sorry, love, just buying some condoms.” He lies and she hums.

“Well okay, hurry up because I already made a reservation for the restaurant.” The shop owner looks away, they can’t watch this. Telling her feels out of the question too, he looks like he could kill them in seconds. Their eyes go back when she continues. “Oh, and buy more lube. I don’t think even a slut like you could handle getting fucked rough without it.” Their eyes widen when she gets closer to him, her hand trailing to his ass and giving a small squeeze. “And I’m not slowing down even if you cry~” He shivers with a shaky breath.

“Yes, love.” He says submissively and she smiles.

“Good boy, I’ll see you at the restaurant.” With that, she leaves and the man takes a moment to catch his breath before grabbing lube and condoms. He places the items on the register while the owner is frozen. They manage to tear themselves from their mind and ring the items up. While the man is giving the berries they make eye contact, and he suddenly gives a mischievous smile.

“I hope it surprises her as much as it did you.” His eyes go dark, and the owner is suddenly reminded of those demons in legend that feed off of sexual energy. “See you later~” He winks and leaves the store, leaving the store owner with a dropped jaw and flushed cheeks.

‘Well. I’m glad they’re happy.’ They think, but their world has definitely gotten larger.

I got too excited. Anyway, this can be read as transfem reader, but i didn't really know how exactly to tag that since ive never read about transfem reader stories. Anyway either fem with a strap or transfem no bottom surg. Taking everything in my body not to just post the rest. im a little nervous.. what if i hyped this and its trash.. its just a drabble.. gotta remember to keep my head on straight.

[sycamorelibrary754]

Beating Around the Drum

Summary: Bob is searching for a hobby.

Pairings: Robert Reynolds x Thunderbolts*

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Spoilers for Thunderbolts*! Read at your own risk.

A/N: I love Bob.

Yelena pulled into the parking lot of the therapist's office, the gentle hum of her car's engine fading into serene silence as she turned the ignition off. Her eyes flicked to the dashboard clock, and she noted with some relief that she had arrived a few minutes early to pick up Bob. The past few months had been strenuous post-Void, and Yelena had taken on the role of his steadfast rock, his trusted confidante, and his unwavering ride-or-die.

Her gaze wandered out the car window, taking in the world outside. People moved along the sidewalk, some wearing easy smiles while others were glued to their phone screens, each absorbed in their realities. In her heart, Yelena held a deep admiration for Bob's resilience, but now, with the fresh shadows of PTSD clouding his mind, the spark of his typically bright spirit seemed to have dimmed.

Suddenly, the therapist's office door swung open, allowing Bob to step out. He paused for a moment, scanning the parking lot until he caught sight of Yelena's car. A faint, almost tentative smile crept onto his lips as he approached. In that instant, Yelena felt warmth in her chest; she would do anything to see that smile radiate again.

"Hey," Bob greeted, sliding into the passenger seat and fastening his seatbelt with a slight sigh.

"Anytime," Yelena replied, softening her voice to ease his burdens. "How was therapy?"

Bob shrugged lightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "It was...good, I guess. Dr. Cho says I'm making progress."

Yelena offered him a supportive smile as she pulled out of the parking lot. "That's great to hear, Bob. You’re stronger than you think and will get through this."

An enveloping silence settled into the car as they navigated the streets together. Bob drifted into his thoughts while Yelena respected the space he needed. As they neared the tower, she caught sight of his gaze, his eyes momentarily brightening before settling distant once more.

"Hey, Bob?" Yelena ventured, breaking the tranquil quiet. "How about we grab some dinner at that new diner downtown? I could really go for some comforting food."

Bob turned to her, a subtle warmth returning to his expression. "That sounds perfect, Yelena. Thanks."

As they stepped inside, the diner was bustling with life. The air was thick with the mingling scents of fried food and freshly brewed coffee, laced with the lively clatter of plates and laughter. As they settled into a booth, the atmosphere seemed to envelop them like a warm embrace. Yelena reached across the table, her fingers brushing against Bob's in a moment of quiet reassurance. "You’re not alone in this, Robert. We’re all here for you."

His eyes caught hers, a flicker of gratitude shining through the shadows. "I don’t know what I’d do without you, Yelena."

At that moment, Yelena’s heart swelled with affection as she squeezed his hand gently. "You'll never have to find out."

As dinner progressed, Bob mentioned one of Dr. Cho’s latest suggestions. "She thinks I should find a hobby," he said, a humorous glint sparking in his eyes as he took a bite of his cheeseburger. "Something to distract me from everything."

Yelena's eyes lit up as her fork dove into her creamy macaroni and cheese. "That’s a good idea. What are you interested in?"

Bob shrugged, a hint of frustration lining his brow. "I really don’t know. I’ve never really had a hobby."

Their conversation flowed seamlessly, and by the time they finished their meals, Yelena was brimming with ideas. She said as they left the diner, "I’ll talk to the others. We’ll find something you’ll love."

The group converged on Bob's room the following day, each bursting with suggestions. Ever the soldier, John arrived wearing a paintball mask and brandishing gear. "Paintball, mate! Let’s get your adrenaline pumping and blow off some steam!"

Ava rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "John, that’s not exactly soothing. Bob, have you ever thought about photography? I’ve got a fantastic camera you can borrow."

Entering with a stack of cookbooks, Alexi's voice boomed with enthusiasm. "Cooking, comrade! It takes discipline and creativity. You will learn to make the perfect pelmeni!"

Bucky shook his head, chuckling as he disagreed. "That’s absurd. He needs something calming, not more chaos. How about fishing? I’ve got an extra rod at my place. We’ll go together."

Watching the lively debate unfold, Yelena couldn’t help but smile. "I think I have just the thing," she announced, producing a sketchbook and a set of colored pencils from her bag. "Art therapy. Dr. Cho would approve."

As the clamor of ideas swirled around him, Bob sat amid this whirlwind with amusement and unease. But despite the chaos, a flicker of excitement ignited within him. Perhaps, just maybe, he would discover something that could offer him solace.

"Okay, okay," Bob interjected, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I’ll give it all a try... but if it turns out terrible, I’m blaming all of you.”

The days followed were filled with Bob's well-meaning attempts at each new hobby. Sadly, paintball left him covered in bruises, photography resulted in blurry photos, cooking ended in a kitchen fire, fishing bored him to tears, and art therapy...well, his stick figures still resembled kindergarten art projects.

*^~^*

The team dragged themselves back into the tower after a grueling day of reconnaissance; fatigue weighed heavily on their shoulders. They shuffled into the common room, limbs encased in lead. Groans of exhaustion echoed as they sank into chairs, each member fully aware that their debriefing should be underway. However, the lure of sleep was far more appealing than discussing the day’s events.

The atmosphere shifted suddenly. A loud crashing and clattering erupted down the hall, startling everyone from their tranquil state.

“What in the hell is that?” Bucky shouted, eyes wide with confusion and concern.

Ava’s voice rose above the noise, “It sounds like it's coming from Bob’s room!”

Adrenaline surged through the group as they instinctively brandished their weapons, dread creeping into their minds. They feared the worst—that Sentry had somehow resurfaced and was attacking Bob again. Moving as a unit, they rushed toward his door, tension knotting in their stomachs. Without hesitation, Alexi stepped forward and delivered a swift kick, sending the door crashing inward.

John peeked inside as the door flew open, and his voice trailed off as he lowered his weapon. “Oh my God…”

Bob was inside, practically glowing with enthusiasm, his eyes sparkling as he clutched a pair of drumsticks in each hand. “Look what I got! A drum set! Isn’t it awesome?” he exclaimed.

Ava raised an eyebrow. "Bob, what happened to art therapy?"

Bob shrugged. "I was watching Whiplash last night, and I just felt inspired. I mean, Andrew Neyman's got the passion, the drive...I want to be like that."

Bucky blinked. "Whiplash? The movie about abusive drum instructors?"

Bob nodded enthusiastically. "That's the one! I mean, who wouldn't want to be a world-class drummer, right?"

Yelena chuckled, setting down her gear. "Bob, maybe you should start with something a little less...high-pressure?"

But he was undeterred, tapping out a rhythm on the snare. "No way, I've got this! I've been practicing for hours. Watch this!"

The group exchanged skeptical glances as Bob began to play. The sounds that emerged were akin to a cat in distress. Bucky winced, covering his ears. "Perhaps you need more practice?"

Bob stopped mid-beat, looking crestfallen. But then, a determined glint sparkled in his eye. "You're right! I just need to practice more. I'll be the best drummer this side of Manhattan."

The team hesitated, unsure whether to encourage Bob's new passion or stage an intervention. As they watched him enthusiastically drum on, they realized that this was exactly what Bob needed – something that made him feel alive, even if it drove everyone else crazy.

"Well," Yelena said, smiling, "at least it's keeping you occupied."

John chuckled. "Occupied? He's occupying the entire floor with noise."

Bob, still drumming away, grinned. For the first time in a long while, he felt like himself – imperfect, passionate, and a little bit loud.

*^~^*

As the days passed, Bob's drumming became a fixture in the tower. The team would often gather outside his door, wincing as the sounds of crashing cymbals and thudding drums assaulted their ears.

But amidst the chaos, one person emerged as Bob's biggest fan: Alexi. The Red Guardian would sit in Bob's room, nodding in time with a slight smile.

"Robert, you have a natural talent," Alexi said, his Russian accent sharp and distinct. "The passion, the energy – it's like a symphony of industrial machinery from the Soviet era!"

Bob beamed with pride, his face flushed with excitement. "Really, Alexi? You think so?"

The others stared, incredulous. "Alexi, have you been hit on the head?" John asked. Bob's drumming is… unique."

Alexi would wave his hand dismissively. "You don't understand. Bob's drumming is a manifestation of his inner struggle. It's like a sonic representation of his soul."

Ava raised an eyebrow. "Or maybe it's just a representation of his lack of skill?"

“Hey,” Yelena muttered, smacking her arm. “We’re being supportive here”

Alexi's face would turn stern. "You're just not listening with the right ears. Bob's drumming is art."

*^~^*

Still, as the weeks passed, Bob's drumming showed only marginal signs of improvement, but Alexi's enthusiasm never wavered. The two would spend hours in his room, drumming and discussing the finer points of Soviet-era music theory.

The others shook their heads, smiling. "I don't get it," Bucky said, "but if it makes Bob happy, I'm all for it."

Yelena chuckled. "And if it makes Alexi happy, that's all that matters."

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One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter Twenty-Four

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Four: One Hell of a Farce

Summary: Lady Sullivan arrives at a crossroads.

            Sieglinde yawned and turned over in her bed. The moon was high above her tower, and even with her eyes closed, the white light beamed through her eyelids. When that light was eclipsed, she furrowed her brow.

            Knock

            Sieglinde sat up, rubbing her eyes. She tiredly reached out for her crutch and limped towards the window with a large yawn of exhausted confusion. Pulling the pale curtains aside, Sieglinde’s eyes widened.

            The eclipse of her moonlight were three people—Ciel, Sebastian, and (Y/N). The servants appeared as calm and collected as ever despite how high off the ground they were, and Ciel had a clever smile on his face, no fear to be seen.

            “Good evening, Lady Sullivan,” said Sebastian, smirking.

            “How did you get up here?!” said Sieglinde, throwing the window open. “You’ll surely die if you fall!”

            Sebastian set Ciel down in the room and extended a gentlemanly hand to (Y/N), who allowed themself to be guided into the room.

            “Why the shock?” said Ciel. “You’re a witch who can fly on the skies with a broom, aren’t you?”

            “Ciel, you’ve regained your sanity,” exclaimed Sieglinde.

            “Yes, thanks to you,” said Ciel. “I wanted to express my gratitude before we departed.”

            “You don’t have to thank me,” said Sieglinde, shaking her head.

            “A pity,” said (Y/N). “We have prepared what you desire most.”

            “What I desire most, you say?” Sieglinde stared at them, eyes searching their expression.

            (Y/N) smiled, and only Sebastain could see the smirk of a predator luring its prey, even though they didn’t intend to harm Sieglinde.

            “The world beyond the forest,” said (Y/N).

            “The world…beyond?” repeated Sieglinde, desiring it so deeply yet so afraid.

            “Indeed,” said Sebastian. “Knowledge and experiences that you would never be able to gain should you stay here in this village await you.”

            “B-But…” Sieglinde’s voice sounded defeated. “I’m the Emerald Witch. And the village rules state—”

            “I see,” said Ciel carelessly. “That’s most unfortunate. I apologize for making an odd suggestion.” He walked towards the window once more, a demon on either side of him. “Then, shut the window as you are and return to your bed, and come morning, we’ll be gone, having been no more than a dream.” He glanced back at her. “Danke, meine Freundin. Auf wiedersehen.” Ciel turned away, and Sieglinde stared at the backs of the outsiders.

            Clatter! Her crutch hit the ground, and she grabbed the edge of Ciel’s cloak. “I’ll go!” Tears of desperation and finally speaking her mind glistened in her eyes. “There still so many things I want to know!”

            “Then allow me to help you into more suitable clothing, my lady,” said (Y/N), stepping forward. Their shadow fell over Sieglinde, and Ciel and Sebastian turned away. “A debutante must be dressed in her finest when she enters the world.”

            Sieglinde stepped into the moonlight, her green and black gleaming like magic in silver light. Ciel stood at the window, and Sebastian and (Y/N) stood on either side of her.

            “Now, then, you hand, my lady,” said (Y/N), and they extended a hand with Sebastian.

            Sieglinde’s eyes didn’t leave the horizon of the forest as she took their hands, completely unaware of the darkness fraying at the edges of the demons’ shadows.

            “We shall escort you into the world unknown,” said Sebastian and (Y/N) together.

            It was time for the truth of the unknown to be revealed as well. The end of the case was on the horizon, just as the outside world was.

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            “Hey…where are we headed?” asked Sieglinde, perched in Sebastian’s arms. Her brow creased in confusion and worry as they walked farther down the stairs. “Never mind ‘outside,’ we’re only going deeper and deeper ‘inside’ the Emerald Castle.”

            Ciel glanced back, lantern throwing shadows over his face. “The outside world exists past here.”

            They arrived at the bottom of the stairs where (Y/N) and Sebastian had been warned off of their investigation. However, their new passageway was still exposed, and Sieglinde staired with wide eyes, knowing what mystical chamber the stairs led to.

            “Surely you did not go in th—”

            “Ssh,” hushed (Y/N). “We will be discovered by the wolfmen if you raise your voice like that.” They exchanged a smirk with Sebastian.

            Sieglinde swallowed, and there wasn’t anything she could do but let Sebastian carry her down the stairs and across the bridge of the majestically lit cavern to the moving cage. The metal tracks let them rattle downwards, and Ciel stared forward, undeterred by Sieglinde’s nervousness around all the magic.

            “So, this is a magic circle, huh?” said Ciel, staring at the circles of Theban letters on the ground.

            “…” Sieglinde remained nervously silent, still dutiful to her village’s secrets.

            “Perfecting this was one of your Emerald Witch duties, was it not?” said Sebastian knowingly.

            “How did you know that?!” cried Sieglinde, affronted.

            “A little snake told us,” said Sebastian, amused.

            “You can converse with snakes? Are you perhaps warlocks?” said Sieglinde in awe.

            “Oh, dear, still attached to gendered terms for magic users,” sighed (Y/N).

            “We are no warlocks,” said Sebastian, smirking. “Merely one hell of a butler.”

            “And one hell of a servant,” said (Y/N), grinning.

            Sieglinde’s eyes sparkled. “You are in possession of unbelievable talents that are nigh on magical! How incredible!”

            “Enough of your idle talk,” said Ciel as his butler and (Y/N) got praised. “These Emerald Witch duties, what are they? Do they have something to do with the reason you’re not allowed to leave this place?”

            “…” Sieglinde hesitated before speaking. “I told you that the Wolfman possesses evil magical power that brings harm to humans. In other words, the miasma in which it is cloaked, right? In ancient times, the atmosphere of this land seethed with miasma. Magical power, which manifests as miasma, is toxic to humans but is equivalent to oxygen for magical beings.”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian exchanged sharp smirks of amusement. How absurd this history was.

            “However, as the price of human prosperity, it was lost. It is said that is why we witches lost many of our powers as well,” said Sieglinde. “The wolfmen who lost their power demanded of us witches a source that generates miasma in exchange for the protection of this forest.”

            “A source of miasma…” Ciel frowned.

            “Generations of Emerald Witches pursued spells to create miasma as the wolfmen demanded. And this…” Sieglinde looked at her circles of spells. “Is my offering to the wolfmen. It is a spell that invokes ultimate magic. If this magic is invoked, a highly concentrated miasma, the likes of which has never before been seen in history, will be produced for all eternity. Humans who come in contact with even a negligible amount of this miasma will immediately perish.”

            (Y/N), Sebastian, and Ciel’s eyes narrowed.

            “The miasma to which you were exposed to in the forest is all that remains of an ancient spell. That is why it did not instantly kill you,” said Sieglinde.

            “I see.” Sebastian smirk was sharp and dark. “So this is the history you have been taught.”

            “What do you mean?” said Sieglinde.

            (Y/N) walked towards the stand with the calcite staff. They pushed it, and Sieglinde gasped as it rocked to the side.

            “Don’t! If someone other than the Emerald Witch touches the altar—” Her eyes widened as a hole with mechanical controls was exposed to the light.

            “What will happen?” said (Y/N), a mischievous smirk on their face as they reached for a lever.

            “A calamity will—”

            (Y/N) pulled the lever. Clank! A portion of the wall spun to reveal a metallic door.

            “What….is this?!” breathed Sieglinde.

            “Now, Lady Sullivan, the true world lies just beyond this door,” said Sebastian.

            “You may still turn back if you wish,” said (Y/N). Though I will be quite disappointed.

            Sieglinde narrowed her eyes in determination. This was her castle, and if anything was going on, she wanted to know. Knowledge was all she searched for. “We go on!”

            (Y/N) cranked the door open, and Sebastian carried Sieglinde through. The lights were not lanterns but electrical, the fluorescence not magical but scientific, cold, harsh. They descended into tunnels beneath the Emerald Castle and extended far out towards the village itself. Different rooms and stairs extended from the tunnel, and Ciel peeked into one.

            “Come,” he said, stepping inside.

            Sebastian, Sieglinde, and (Y/N) followed, and the bunker they found themselves in was highly technical with even devices showing locations around the forest. Little dots blinked and moved around the glass devices.

            “Look at all these glowing pictures,” said Sieglinde. “Are they a new kind of magic circle?”

            “These dots of light…they’re moving rather slowly,” said Ciel. “Is this a map of Wolfsschlucht?”

            “My,” said (Y/N), grinning. “Humans come up with fascinating tricks.”

            “What are you talking about?” said Ciel.

            “I believe these are the locations of the villagers,” said (Y/N), pointing to the dots moving between buildings.

            “Wha—?!” Ciel and Sieglinde stared at them.

            “Rubbish,” said Ciel. “How is that even possible?!”

            “The amulets,” said Sebastian, looking at the two dots indicating presences in the room they stood in and pointing at the two amulets on a table. “They are likely tracking devices that transmit some sort of signal that is, in turn, captured here.”

            “ ‘You can avoid the wolfmen and miasma if you wear an amulet,’ ” Ciel scoffed. “I never imagined such advanced gadgets even existed.”

            “That can’t be true!” cried Sieglinde. “Those amulets are made by village elders offering special prayers on night with a full moon—”

            Sebastian covered her mouth, and he, (Y/N), and Ciel crouched behind the table as footsteps echoed up the hall.

            “Ssh. Someone is coming,” whispered Sebastian.

            “Hey, come quick!”

            “Is it finished at last?”

            Two excitement German voices echoed through the tunnel, but no one entered the room,

            “Those voices were…?” Ciel’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.

            “Let us go and see,” said Sebastian, rising and supporting Sieglinde.

            (Y/N) led the walk down the hall, following the direction the voices had taken until another metal door blocked them. They pulled it open, and the group stared at the giant cavern before them. It was a laboratory filled to the brim with some sort of production equipment.

            “What…is this?” Sieglinde’s shock pushed her back to German as English flew from her mind.

            “Seems like a factory used for the production of something,” said Sebastian.

            “There is a lift here as well,” said Ciel.

            “Look here!” The familiar voice of the hag echoed through the room, and the four intruders ducked behind boxes of cannisters to peer out at the woman. She stood before a whole group of wolfmen and held a vial above her head triumphantly. “Our Emerald Witch has finally accomplished it!”

            “The village crone...?” said Sieglinde, confused.

            “This ampoule contains a condensed form of highly concentrated miasma, the likes of which has never been see before!” declared the hag. “It will dramatically change the course of history.”

            Clatter! Bang! Sieglinde stumbled forward, falling to the ground without the cannisters as support. The crowd turned to her in shock, and Sieglinde cried out, “You all—What is going on here?”

            “The Emerald Witch…”

            “It’s the Emerald Witch!”

            “Get her!”

            The wolfmen lunged, and Sieglind gasped, closing her eyes in fear. Instead of harming her, however, they circled around her protectively.

            “Are you alright?!”

            “Bring a chemical suit quickly!”

            “What in the world are the men upstairs doing?!”

            “How do the numbers look?”

            “All green!”

            “Good!”

            “W-What are you?” Sieglinde stared at the wolves no longer threatening her but protecting her. This wasn’t the legend of today. The wolfmen were dangerous, powerful beings, with no language or worry for a witch who continuously failed them until today.

            “Mistress Sullivan—”

            Slice! The suit of fur broke apart at the head, and a human man’s face was revealed. He paled in fear as (Y/N)’s silver knife went to his throat.

            “What do you think of this, Lady Sullivan?” purred (Y/N), smirking at the man’s fear and Sieglinde’s shock.

            “A-A human male?” Sieglinde shook as everything she knew began to come down around her.

            “Gas masks were built into the wolves’ long snouts. What an elaborate farce this is,” scoffed Ciel, holding the gas mask up. “The wolfmen are humans in paper-mâché. And the miasma is a toxic gas, a chemical weapon, made right here in this plant! Neither wolfmen nor curses exist! They were all fabrications to deceive you!”

            “Nein…Nein…” Sieglinde sat on the floor, devastated. She stared up at Ciel, (Y/N), and Sebastian blankly as everything she knew fell apart. “Then…” She pulled herself forward. “Then, what exactly was the magic spell I perfected…?”

            “Indeed, what you perfected is not magic but something much more powerful!” declared the hag gleefully. “Most living, breathing creatures will fall dead at the slightest contact with the vapor of this liquid! Be proud of yourself! You have created the most powerful toxic gas ever known to man!” She gasped and grinned. “Oh, yes. I must name this chemical weapon that will make history. Sullivan.” Sieglinde stiffened. “Letzte waffe <Ultimate weapon>. Ideal <perfect>. Nebel <fog>. The acronym is SLeINE. No…‘SuLin!’ I shall name it SuLin!”

            Sieglinde’s eyes widened in pure horror as all the work and cared she’d put into protecting people transformed into a monster of pain and death. Even her very name was distorted into one of destruction.

            As the hag cackled gleefully over the poor young girl, (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. Another group of humans using little girls—women of all kinds—to their advantage despite the centuries passing.

            Oh, how (Y/N) would enjoy tearing these people apart.

            The screeching laugh of the hag echoed horrifically off the metal cannisters containing toxic gases ready to harm all who breathed them.

            “What I was creating…all this time wasn’t a magic spell but a toxic gas?” said Sieglinde. Her voice wavered. “That spell wasn’t meant to protect villagers. I was only making a weapon for killing people?! Was everyone deceiving me all this time? Say it’s not true, wise woman!” Tears slid down Sieglinde’s cheeks as she sobbed.

            “There is no need for you to cry, Sieglinde,” said the hag. “You were able to create the ultimate chemical weapon because you were born with a brain unlike any other and raised in an environment where you could focus solely on your research. You do not need to lament! You have changed history!” Her gaze fell slightly. “You are the loved one I lost that day.”

            “Eh?” Tears dripped down Sieglinde’s cheeks as she looked up in confusion.

            (Y/N) raised a brow, and Sebastian tilted his head, interested in where this was going.

            “So stop crying, my dear daughter,” said the hag.

            Sieglinde stared. “Daugh…ter?”

            No one had expected that reply.

            “I was a member of a military project thirteen years ago.” She pulled a picture from her pocket of several researchers—one a beautiful young woman who resembled what Sieglinde would grow into. “The project’s objective was to turn a toxic gas, believed to be impossible to mass-produce for twenty years due to its hazardous nature, into a viable weapon. That gas was what is commonly known as Mustard Gas. One genius scientist devised a safe method to synthesize it, and the project was a success. Everything was proceeding apace.

            “However, an unexpected accident occurred in the mustard gas factory one day. And he passed away. I, too, was terribly disfigured. His brain was the treasure of the state. We were all grief-stricken. However, his genes had taken root inside of me and sprouted once more.

            “The child who was born soon displayed her gifts. She commanded the entire alphabet at the age of three and understood the synthesis of mustard gas! It was then that I became convinced. The mind I had fallen in love with had been reborn! I negotiated with the government and launched a new project: a plan to educate a genius so she could create the ultimate weapon!

            “To nurture a genius scientist, what was essential was an environment where she could immerse herself in research while maintaining motivation. I isolated my daughter from what can only be called distractions to a genius. Logic, common sense, amusement, pleasure. All other mundane things did I remove from her environment. That is why I had an entire village built for her. I constructed a world in which she would willingly stay.

            “An exceptional existence. Her duties to protect villagers from wolfmen. Thus, Wolfsschlucht was born.” The hag looked at Sieglinde, whose tears had tried as shock set in. “You were able to immerse yourself in research because you were here. You were able to develop a new weapon in less than ten years. The project was a success, Sieglinde!”

            “Waaaaugh!!!!” A scream of desperation tore from Sieglinde’s throat, raw and powerful and full of betrayal. This was the sound of an eleven-year-old girl with no clue who she was or the existence she led. This was terror and grief and rage in a single sound.

            “My lady!” Wolfram appeared from the crowd, finally arriving in the cavern. His eyes widened, and he ran towards Sieglinde.

            (Y/N) stepped between him and the girl crying on the floor, a smirk on their face. Wolfram let out a low growl, and Sebastian moved next to (Y/N) protectively.

            “Bastards,” cursed Wolfram.

            “You were…deceiving me too…” Sieglinde’s wild, betrayed eyes lifted to Wolfram’s face. “Liar!”

            Wolfram’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, grief stricken at Sieglinde’s anger at him.

            “You crushed your own child’s legs and continued to threaten her for the sake of new weapons,” said Ciel, kneeling beside Sieglinde. “How can you call yourself a parent? Children are not tools for their parents to use!”

            He fired his gun into the air. Bang! It hit the light, and a shower of sparks rained down at the men dressed as wolfmen. Ciel picked Sieglinde up and ran for the exit. Sebastian took (Y/N)’s hand and ran, letting go only so they could prepare for a fight.

            “Sieglinde!” cried the hag with worry about her darling genius being taken from her—no concern for her daughter.

            “Stop right there!” shouted Wolfram, pulling out his pistol and aiming.

            “Don’t shoot, you might hit a cannister!” warned one guard, and Wolfram cursed.

            Ciel moved into the lift and pressed the up button. As the doors closed, he looked back and commanded, “Sebastian! Take care of the rest!”

            Sebastian’s eyes flashed fuchsia. “Yes, my lord.” He turned on the “wolfmen.” “Join me, darling?”

            (Y/N)’s eyes burned fuchsia in the low light. “With pleasure.” They smirked, teeth sharp enough to rip through flesh. “It’s time to show these fools what real magic looks like.”

            Sebastian smirked and straightened his glove elegantly. That was his beloved Felis: a being of power.

            “Professor Sullivan, this place is dangerous!” said one of the guards, pulling Dr. Sullivan—the hag—away.

            “Retrieve Sieglinde at once! Hurry!” she commanded as she left the room.

            The guards, still in their wolf masks, advanced on the demons, guns raised. (Y/N) tsked. Wolves were rather like dogs, and they hated dogs. From the beginning, they’d wanted a chance to face the “fearsome” Wolfman, and now they could take on a whole pack.

            This will be fun, thought (Y/N).

            “I never imagined Great Britain would detect the presence of this factory and send intelligence officers here,” growled one guard.

            Sebastian chuckled and placed a “humble” hand over where his nonexistent (to all humans) heart would be. “We are not intelligence officers. We are merely one hell of a pair.”

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[person4924]

personally i think white men from the 2010s describe mental illness a little too well

[lycheecatee]

BIG RANT:

I love Nuka World dearly but so many aspects of it feel unfinished.

The gang bosses play little to no role in the dlc - the only way to learn more about them is through terminal and holotape entries.

How come Mason doesn’t have two second in commands like Mags and Nisha? He’s absolutely not a “lone wolf” and is shown countless times to have the most loyal gang - so why not give him two “betas”?

Dixie and Savoy basically did nothing. There’s ONE random encounter event with Dixie and that’s it.

The gang bosses never interact outside of what their members tell you and occasionally what Redeye tells you.

Speaking of Redeye, where the hell is he? Why can’t we do at least one quest for him like Travis?

They literally cut Maddox’s whole story and for what?

Clearing the parks was always done really well, but Bethesda fell off with the raiders. I wish we could do more quests for them (NOT RADIENT QUESTS).

It all just feels like a waste. This DLC could have been spectacular.

[bertieorangy]

they say ‘to be loved is to be changed’ but is it true love if you’re wilted and worn because I loved you too much despite knowing soon you’ll leave me? Or is it true love if I wanna lock you away forever to keep you in that state because I wouldn’t be able to accept that one day you won’t be here anymore

[cuteniaarts]

2 hour rough drawing of Ehuang, my precious Green Opal child who I don’t draw nearly enough <3

[reinanova]

hmm i wonder if the fact that i’m in a really bad reading slump and can only read fanfics or reread favorite books (where i’m consuming media with familiar and comforting characters and worlds) says something about my mental state

[explode-this]

Okay, look, Discord. I need you and my phone OS to fucking cooperate. Please give me the option to turn off vibration for notifications. PLEASE. I do want to be an active participant in the Discords I’m on, therefore I don’t want to miss notifications, but if I’m trying to do something on my phone—like text, or look something up, or check my email—I can be interrupted by the vibration in my hands fifteen times in a row in the span of three minutes and I don’t know what it is about today, or just lately, but that’s the kind of sensory shit I just can’t abide. I’m not kidding, it hurts. I already have my phone silenced 24/7 and when I have my phone on the table I have it sat on a neoprene coaster to muffle the vibrations from notifications, so I do what I can to mitigate the audio interruption, but the tactile shit just sends me into another plane of existence where I want to claw my own skin off. I know this is a me problem but holy shit, technology, please help me help myself here. Why can’t I customize which apps vibrate and which don’t? 😭😭😭

[gobbledy-gluk-gluk]

Totally agree, but there’s also something kind of perfect about it. Here a society at the absolute edge of collapse that has seemingly been on the brink of civil war or violent coup for generations and we the reader have to watch on in silent horror as the main character is forced to learn the foundational bedrock of this society through happenstance and osmosis.

It’s not even just him and the muggleborns of course. The positioning of pure blood children as having all of this high level knowledge of how the wizarding government and history works is inherently flawed because it relies on the absurd notion that most people’s parents both 1) understand the government and history, and 2) are conveying this information to their children.

In this environment, the public is at the total mercy of a media monopoly that unapologetically churns out misinformation and is highly mailable to the desires of powerful members of government.

All this to say, there is something painfully funny about only offering one civics class that is both so painfully boring as to be inaccessible to the average student and also have it’s entire curriculum be focused on events from over 300 hundred years ago, with absolutely no mention of more recent events that directly impact the world all of these children have been dumped into.

The fact that History of Magic could have been an easy and natural way to introduce world-building to the reader, but JKR made it a joke class instead, is such a missed opportunity. Poor 15-year-old Harry didn’t even know what the Wizengamot was.

It’s frustrating that she wrote an entire series about a political war but barely thought about how the government functioned or what the actual opposing forces in the political structure were.

[reignpage]

Husband!Nanami missing you

Usually it was Husband!Nanami leaving for business trips, not you. But for one reason or another, the roles have been reversed and he doesn’t quite know how to feel.

“Bye, sweetheart. Text me when you get there, alright?” He says, stroking your cheek with his thumb. Everything you could possibly need for your week-long trip is organised meticulously in your suitcase so you’re all packed and ready to go, thanks to him. 

Giggling, you peck your husband on his lips. “Yes, I will. I’ll text you so often you’re going to get sick of me.”

Husband!Nanami smiles. How could he not?

“That won’t ever happen, sweetheart. You should get going now; you still have to get through security. I love you.”

“I love you more!” You yell out, rushing away with a final wave goodbye. 

Under his breath, he mutters, “I love you most.”

And so that was that.

Husband!Nanami returns to an empty home, already feeling your absence. He knew he’d have a difficult time — he always did. Whenever he was away to Kyoto or Osaka or even further, he would count the days till he gets to come back to you. But now, he’s counting down the days till you get back to him and gosh, time really does move slowly when you’re not having fun.

On the first day, he busies himself with all the things he doesn’t really get to do when you’re home. Things like reading a book (you find him absolutely adorable with his reading glasses and he can barely get through a chapter before you’re snuggling up in his lap and distracting him with kisses), watching the news (you much prefer fiction over cold, harsh reality and he obliges you every time), and taking a nice, long and relaxing bath on his own (he always has wife-shaped bathing buddy occupying the tight space with him).

Husband!Nanami never complains about the fact that most days he has go without the solo activities he used to cherish before being in a relationship with you. Of course not. It wasn’t as if he ever ‘gave up’ or ‘sacrificed’ anything. Things were just different.

But a good different. 

He knew that getting with, proposing and marrying you. And he knows that now. 

Especially when he realises that none of his books from his ‘to be read’ file are very interesting, what with them all being about the same thing — he really ought to branch out into other genres. The news is depressing and all there seems to be these days are bloodshed and destruction — as a sorcerer that’s all he’s ever known, so why would he subject himself to anymore of it at home? And baths?

Overrated. 

Unless, of course, they’re shared with you; he’d much rather feel your soft, warm flesh against his. 

That sole thought occupies his mind as he spontaneously boards a plane and counts down the hours until he gets to see your face, likely full of surprise but also, hopefully, of acceptance and love. 

Husband!Nanami isn’t ashamed to admit he couldn’t last a day without his wife. He isn’t ashamed to admit that living alone, without you, is his worst nightmare. And he will never be ashamed to declare to the world that he doesn’t even think he exists outside of you. 

Because to your Kento, he is a husband first, and everything else second.

[lesbiansaaviik]

Can I be beautifully honest with you guys? I hate 91 Whiskey and So Says the Sword