#their time will come its ok...................

[charles-leclerizz]

keep it quiet

on the runway : Oscar Piastri x younger!fem!reader

inspiration ( warnings ) : smuttt!! (fem receiving! oral, dirty talk, praise, p in v, overstimulation, semi public (house setting)), older Oscar (early 20s, unspecified) x younger reader ( 19, its legal, ok?), brothers best friend trope

VIP's in the front row ( taglist ) : MUTUALS GET INSTANT TAGS [@vroomvroomcircuit, @disneyprincemuke, @verstappen-cult, @starkwlkr, @sailing-with-100-ships, @foreveralbon, @ksthegreat, @ccupcakqs]

before the show begins ( synopsis ) : You've been integrated into the piastri family since your brother pushed Oscar into the sandbox and proceeded to roll toy trucks over the short, mousey child's back. fast forward many, many years- they were still thick as thieves, with your brother being a mechanic in the McLaren garage and his co-parter in crime being one of the drivers; and you, were the lame "younger sister" tag-along who was co-existing with your brother and Oscar in his home for the summer, working your first corporate job, whilst they enjoyed their down-time from the season. But what happens when you notice Oscar has been staring at you like he’s seconds from ruining both of your lives. and when he finally snaps, he does it with a hand over your mouth, and a whispered promise that you’re not gonna make a single sound.

designer notes : Well its a cliché but its MY cliche and you all are gonna like it, wether you want to or not, cause in this household we go out like soldiers. anyway, kisses xx

The hallway creaks under your socked feet as you pad toward the bathroom. It’s early - not quite sunrise, not quite night. You’re still half-asleep, and you’re not expecting anyone else to be up, just needing to quickly use the restroom.  

The door’s ajar. The light’s on. But your exhausted brain chalks it up that someone forgot to switch it off. 

So, you push it open, carelessly, clumsily.  

And there he is. 

Oscar. 

Steam clings to his back like the ghost of a shower - hot and recent, droplets slinking down the ripples of his muscles. A towel sits low on his hips, back dimpled arched into his skin, his hair dripping as he pats it dry with one hand. He’s facing the mirror but turns slightly at the sound of the door.  

The moment stills.  

His eyes drag up, then down. Not fast enough to play it off as polite. And not quick enough to play it off as surprise. 

You freeze, fingers still on the doorknob, oversized sleep shirt clinging to the tops of your thighs. No bra. Nothing but your skin beneath it. You blink once. Twice. 

He doesn’t say anything. Just looks. 

And that look says everything you’ve been ignoring for weeks. 

Because this summer has been long. And weird.  

You were only supposed to be here for a few weeks. 

A favour, really. Your summer internship at a soulless corporate firm happened to be fifteen minutes from the Piastri house. Your parents were away. Hotel rates in Melbourne were offensive. Oscar’s mum offered the spare rooms to your brother and you. It made sense. 

What didn’t make sense was how often Oscar looked at you like that. 

He’d been your brother’s best friend for years - a little awkward, a little polite. He’d always been more of a fixture than a real presence in your life, just some scruffy-haired boy who showed up in holiday photos and ate too many Weet-Bix. 

But he’s not a boy now. You barely noticed at first, how every summer he would rotate back into your life, slightly more tan, more muscular, more experienced.  

You weren’t entirely sure if he noticed how you changed, that was until now. You couldn’t deny his attention. Not when he would stand in the doorway, every time you would come back from work, leaning against the archway of the foyer, silently watching in a hoodie as you would bend down to peel off your heels, eyes dragging down your legs. Not when his gaze would catch on the sliver of cleavage that you would reveal when you would sigh and unbutton your shirt two buttons too far, talking with his mum about the “terrible Australian heat” and how the “paper thin walls” did nothing to help. 

He tries to hide it. He really does. 

But his jaw clenches. His ears go red. His eyes flick down when you speak and don’t come back up for a while. 

And you? You don’t help. 

You ask him what he's doing for the rest of summer, act surprised when he tells you he's just training and laying low. You sit too close on the couch during race replays. You walk barefoot into the kitchen in those tiny sleep shorts like you don’t notice him staring at your ass. 

He does stare. And you barely noticed the way his gaze would follow you. You thought it was fleeting curiosity.  

But now you’re seeing it clearly. 

Now you know. 

His mouth parts slightly, but he still hasn’t said a word. 

“I thought the bathroom was empty,” you say softly. You don’t step back. 

He nods, turning back to the mirror, eyes flicking to the curve of your legs in the reflection. “I’ll be out in a sec.” 

You hum. “No rush.” 

You let the door close behind you, slow and deliberate, like you didn’t just catch your brother’s best friend halfway to being naked. 

You don’t breathe until you’re back in your room. And when you crawl back under the sheets, you can’t help but wonder how long he’s been looking at you like that. 

And how long it’ll take before he snaps. 

The house is quiet. Midnight quiet. 

You’re in the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboard in one of your oversized t-shirts - except it isn’t oversized on you. It’s short. Thin. And Oscar, who walks in half-asleep and shirtless, seems to notice exactly how short it is. 

He pauses in the doorway, blinking. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, voice still hoarse from dreaming. 

“Needed something sweet.” you shrug, biting into a cupcake you found. 

He leans against the counter, arms crossed, eyes dragging down your legs like gravity pulled them there. 

“You always walk around like that?” he asks. It’s not teasing - it’s careful. Too careful. 

You shrug, nonchalant. “Only when I’m not expecting company.” 

A pause. 

The fridge hums. You both pretend not to look at each other. 

Then his voice drops, quiet. “Your internship going, okay?” 

You nod and lick the icing off your fingers. You ignore the way his eyes follow your thumb, “Fine. Boring. Too much Excel. I’m not built for cubicles.” 

Oscar smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“You still wear those skirts?” he asks, and then immediately regrets it. You watch his face with an astonished grin, full flush before he adds, “The… business ones. With the-uh…” 

“The pencil skirt?” you supply, sweet and smug. 

He clears his throat. “Yeah. That one.” 

You lean against the counter, inches away from him now, toe nudging his barefoot under the table. “You’ve been watching me leave for work every morning, haven’t you?” 

Another pause. You can hear his swallow. 

“I’m not blind,” he mutters. 

You grin and tilt your head at him. “Didn’t say you were.” 

The silence that follows is thick. You don’t say it. He doesn’t say it. But the air is heavy with everything that’s building - the looks, the casual touches, the stares you both pretend not to notice. 

And then he shifts. 

Moves just a bit too close. His hand grazes yours on the edge of the counter. Not enough to touch - just enough to feel the static. 

You don’t move away. 

You let it sit there - unspoken and burning. 

“Night,” he finally says, pulling his hand back. 

You nod. “Night, Oscar.” 

He leaves, but you feel the heat of that moment long after the door clicks shut. 

It’s barely been an hour since the kitchen, when you hear him. 

Your bedroom’s dark. The blanket's kicked to your ankles, sleep long gone. You’ve been tossing for over an hour - wired, restless, rewinding every moment with him like it’s stuck in your teeth. 

Then, footsteps. One pair. Slow. Hesitant. 

They stop outside your door. 

You hold your breath. 

Seconds stretch out, long and heavy. You picture him just on the other side - maybe running a hand through his hair, maybe trying to talk himself down. Maybe thinking about how your legs looked when you leaned over the kitchen counter earlier. Maybe remembering every time, you would intentionally unbutton your shirt further when you could feel his eyes. 

You wonder if he wants you to open the door. 

You almost do, pushing off the duvet from your knees. 

But then, a shift. A sigh. The footsteps fade. 

Your heart thuds against your ribs. Not disappointment, exactly. But something just as sharp. 

He walked away. 

You smile in the dark. You don’t sleep. Not for a while. 

It’s stupid how early you wake up. The sky’s still grey. Cold light spills across the hallway carpet as you pad into the kitchen, arms wrapped tight around your chest. You were going to sneak a mug of tea and go back to bed. Nurse the nerves that wouldn’t die down since last night. 

You stop short when you see him. 

Oscar’s already there, hoodie sleeves shoved up to his elbows, one hand cradling a mug, the other braced against the counter like he needs the support. 

He doesn’t flinch when you enter. Doesn’t speak either. 

“Sleep?” you ask softly. 

A dry laugh, low in his throat. “Not a fucking second.” 

You drift to the counter, standing beside him. There’re only a few inches between you - and too much unsaid. 

You glance up. “You were outside my room last night.” 

He stares down into his mug like it’ll answer for him. Swirling the steaming early grey in the cup contemplatively before he silently takes a sip and nods, gulping.  

“Yeah.” 

You lean against the fridge. “You were gonna knock.” 

His jaw tenses. He barely looks, merely shifting his pupils to you, “I wanted to.” 

Silence swells. 

“I’m trying not to be the asshole here,” he says eventually, voice quiet. “You’re-nineteen. Your brother’s best friend. It’s just ...fucked.” 

“But you keep looking at me like that,” you murmur. 

Oscar finally turns. And that look - wide eyes, flushed cheeks, breath caught somewhere between restraint and regret - says everything he won’t say out loud. 

You step in. He doesn’t move, but his eyes widen a fraction. 

“You’re allowed to want things,” you say, palm flattening lightly over his chest. His heartbeat stutters under your touch. 

“I shouldn’t,” he says, an internal struggle between wanting to look away and not being able to, his voice is shaky. Weak. “I really, really shouldn’t.” 

You stretch up on your toes. “Then tell me to stop.” 

You press your mouth to his. 

He doesn’t stop you. 

Instead, he groans appreciatively, thanking you for putting him out of his misery. Hands flying to your hips, dragging you in, clumsy and frantic like he’s been holding this back for weeks - months, since the minute you stepped into his house after a year. His mouth is hot, desperate, all tongue and teeth and finally. It’s not sweet. It’s not slow. It’s all tension snapping at once. 

His back hits the fridge. 

You’re already pulling his hoodie off. 

Oscar gasps, breaking the kiss just enough to whisper, “Your brother’s gonna kill me.” 

“Then make it worth it,” you breathe. 

The kitchen feels impossibly small for how close you and Oscar suddenly are. The only sound is your ragged breathing and the faint hum of the fridge - and the thundering of your heart pounding loud enough it feels like the whole house could hear. 

His hands find your hips, steadying you as his mouth drops to your neck, lips warm and teeth grazing, leaving burning trails that make you shiver despite the cold tile beneath your feet. 

“Quiet,” he hisses, breath hot and desperate. “Your brother’s like, three rooms away.” 

You press a finger to his lips, smirking against the heat of his skin. “I’m not exactly known for my silence.” 

He chuckles at that, shaking head, “Jesus you’re dangerous” 

His hands slide beneath your shirt, fingers tracing the bare skin of your ribs, sending sparks of fire shooting through you. You clutch the edge of the counter, bracing yourself as his mouth finds the curve of your collarbone, teasing, sucking, biting just hard enough to make you gasp. 

You try to keep quiet, pressing a hand to your mouth when the breathy noises escape, but it’s useless. His hand shoots up to cover it, a fierce look in his eyes. 

"Shh. Don’t wake the house."   

You nod, biting down hard on your lip as his mouth moves lower, tracing a slow, scorching path down your torso. 

His hands slide under your shirt, palms skimming your thighs with reverent care. He pushes the hem up, up - and groans quietly when he sees you’re not wearing anything underneath. 

You gasp softly, one hand flying to the counter to steady yourself. 

"Oscar-" 

"Quiet." He kisses your inner thigh, warm breath trailing behind. "You want me to stop?" 

You shake your head, lips parted, heart in your throat. 

His grip on your hips firms as he noses in, tongue flicking out in a soft, almost reverent lick up your centre. Your legs nearly buckle. 

He doesn’t give you a chance to process. His mouth latches on properly - slow, controlled, like he has all the time in the world to ruin you. 

His tongue moves with a precision that makes your toes curl, circling your clit in maddening spirals before dipping lower, teasing your entrance, groaning softly when you grind down into his face. 

You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle the noises that threaten to spill, eyes squeezing shut. Every wet sound, every shaky breath, echoes in the kitchen. 

"I said quiet," he growls, voice muffled between your thighs. " You want your brother to walk in and see what a mess you are for me?" 

You whimper behind your palm and shake your head, your other hand finds his hair, fingers tugging, and he moans into your cunt - the vibration shooting sparks straight through your core. 

He’s relentless. Eating you out like a man obsessed, like he’s been imagining this all summer. Which, judging by the way he’s groaning into you, he has. 

"Taste so fucking sweet," he mumbles. "Could live here." 

You try to pull away, too sensitive, too close, but he holds you there, nails biting into the flesh of your thighs. When you come, it’s sudden and overwhelming, your legs shaking, a soft, muffled cry escaping behind your palm. 

He doesn’t stop. 

Not until you’re gasping, thighs twitching, and trying to push his head away with shaky fingers. 

When he finally rises, lips and chin slick with you, he looks pleased. Ruined. Starving for more. 

"So delicious," he whispers, biting his lip when you shudder at the feeling of his hands brushing against your stomach. 

You yank him down by the collar of his hoodie, crashing your mouth to his in a kiss that tastes like want - salty and sweet, messy and mindless. You can’t get enough. Neither can he. 

"Bedroom," you whisper against his mouth. 

He lifts you with surprising ease, hands under your thighs, and your legs wrap around him instinctively as he carries you out of the kitchen like you weigh nothing. 

The guest room door clicks shut behind you. The world is smaller now. Hotter. He presses you against the wood, hands roaming everywhere, not leaving an inch of you untouched,  

“You were waiting for this, weren’t you?” he whispers, lips at your ear. “Walking around this house in those tiny little skirts, making me stare like some fucking perv.” 

He drops you onto the bed, hands already dragging your shirt off completely, tossing it somewhere into the shadows. 

You do the same to him - hoodie, shirt, boxers - until he’s bared, flushed, breathing hard. 

He presses you into the mattress, kisses trailing down your neck as he settles between your legs. 

“Tell me you want this,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “Tell me this isn’t just some game to you.” 

You cup his jaw, breath shaking. “I want this. I want you.” 

His hand slides down, guiding himself to your entrance. He pushes in slow - inch by agonizing inch - and your head falls back.  

“Breathe through it. Just like that.” His mouth trails down your neck. “You're doing so good for me.” 

You wrap your legs around him; knees hooked at his hips; he presses into you harder. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, jaw clenched. “You feel-so fucking tight.” 

He pulls almost all the way out, then pushes back in harder, deeper. You cry out before slapping a hand to your mouth, “You feel that?” he asks, hips buried deep. “That’s what you’ve been teasing me for all summer.” 

He coos as he barely shifts inside you and you dig your fingers into your cheek, saliva collecting behind your hand as tears prick at your eyes.  

“Hold the pillow,” he growls. “Over your mouth. Now.” 

You fumble blindly for it, pressing it to your face, muffling the sounds he’s tearing from you with each deep thrust. 

His rhythm is slow, but brutal. He grinds into you at just the right angle every time, making your legs shake, your stomach twist. 

“You like this,” he pants. “You like knowing your brother’s just down the hall while I’m fucking you full.” 

You clench around him, and he curses, loud and ragged. 

“Jesus. You’re gonna be the death of me.” 

He drops his forehead to yours, sweat dripping onto your chest. You’re both trembling, flushed, soaked in each other.  

You feel yourself getting close again, body tightening, walls fluttering. He pauses briefly, flipping you over, “Hold onto the headboard,” he murmurs, voice low and thick. “You’re shaking too much.” 

You swallow, and arch out to his hold, shuddering as his eyes devour you from behind. When he enters you again, barely just the tip, he has to bend over and plaster his chest to your back to muffle his sounds, you bite your lip fruitlessly, already moaning too loud for the quiet of the house outside these four walls. 

He pushes fully inside you slow and deep, filling every inch with unquenchable hunger. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he sets a slow, deliberate rhythm. 

His hand finds your jaw as he tilts your face upwards and his mouth finds yours again, tongue tangling, breath mingling. 

“Not a sound,” he reminds, voice hoarse. 

You nod, biting back moans as his pace deepens - slow, hard, relentless. 

“Come for me,” he whispers. “Be good and let me feel it.” 

You do - hard, fast, a white-hot flood that rips through you like a scream you can’t let out. 

He follows with a guttural moan, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you, holding you tight against him like he never wants to let go. 

You wiggle out from beneath him, laying your head on his shoulder, chests rising and falling together. 

Oscar finally lifts his head, face wrecked, lips kiss-swollen. 

"Your brother’s gonna fucking kill me." 

You smile through the haze. “Then he’d better make it quick.” 

The first thing you register is warmth - skin-on-skin heat beneath the sheets, the weight of an arm draped lazily across your waist, and the dull ache pulsing through your thighs like a secret only the two of you know. 

Oscar shifts behind you, half-asleep but already pulling you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath is slow and even, a little raspy, and it ghosts over your skin in lazy waves. 

You smile into the pillow, muscles deliciously sore. 

There’s a mark on your hip - his doing. A bruise on your collarbone - also his. You glance down at your thighs and feel yourself grin, smug and a little horrified, because there’s no way you’re walking to breakfast like you haven’t just been absolutely wrecked by your brother’s best friend. 

Oscar groans softly behind you, nuzzling in. “Too early.” 

“It’s ten,” you whisper, trying not to laugh. 

He doesn’t open his eyes. “Feels earlier.” 

“Feels like a crime scene,” you mumble, sitting up slowly, letting the duvet slide down. His eyes flick open at that, catching the sight of your bare back and shoulders before dragging up to your face - smug and sleepy all at once. 

“Morning,” he says, voice scratchy, ruined. 

You raise a brow. “You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” 

He grins, unrepentant. “You should be proud of me too. You didn’t exactly keep quiet.” 

You roll your eyes. “You were literally covering my mouth for half of it.” 

“Because you kept saying my name,” he replies, far too pleased. “Like-” he mimics your voice, low and whiny, “‘Oscar, oh my God, right there-’” 

You shove him with a pillow before he can finish. “Shut up.” 

He laughs, eyes bright and fond now as he rolls onto his back. The duvet slips low on his hips. You try not to look. Fail. 

You sigh dramatically. “Well. If my brother didn’t hear us, I’m putting it down to divine intervention.” 

Oscar stretches, arms over his head, muscles flexing just to show off. “Or he knows and is choosing to spare me.” 

You look over your shoulder. “Unlikely. He finds out, you’re a dead man.” 

Oscar doesn’t flinch. Just smirks. 

“He finds out,” he says, voice low again, all smug confidence and affection wrapped in a morning haze, “it’ll still be worth it.” 

You freeze. Look at him. 

His smile fades to something softer. Realer. 

“Wouldn’t take it back,” he adds quietly. 

You bite the inside of your cheek, heart a little traitor in your chest. 

“…Me neither.” 

There’s a pause. You both know you should probably get dressed. You both don’t. 

Then- 

A voice, faint, from the hallway. Your brother. 

“Oi! You up?” 

Oscar’s eyes go wide. Your heart lurches. 

You bolt upright. He grabs the sheet to cover himself, like that’ll help. 

You scramble to the edge of the bed, whisper-yelling, “You need to leave. You need to leave now.” 

Oscar’s laughing quietly as he fumbles for his hoodie. “Can I at least put on pants?” 

“Only if you put them on fast.” 

You toss his shirt at his head, giggling now, the two of you a mess of limbs and panic and tangled sheets. But even under all that chaos, there's something stupidly happy in your chest. 

You don’t know what this is, not yet. But it’s not going away. 

And if your brother’s about to kill him? 

Well. 

He’ll have to beat you to it. 

[trh0d3s]

Manager in the making!

Human manager x saja boys!(prologue)

Your so fucked.

No for real…

Like utterly fucked.

You cant help but groan into your hands in the middle of the sidewalk. The agency just denied you! AGAIN! After hours you put in to update your profile!Just one lousy phone call is what you get?! 

Your seething, phone gripped in your hand ready to throw at the poor wall beside you. 

All those hours wasted…

you look beside you the streets are filled with fans flocking to the HUNTR/X concert, the end of their tour showing is about to start. If you could just scout people out like them you would raise to the top in no time! The agency wouldn’t be able to hold anything to you! Rub it in that one guys face! Bob? Tom? Brad?! Don’t know but it was a stupid name for a stupid face! Always knew how to rub his triumphs in yours.

You cease your evil giggling to pull yourself together. Have to be calm, collected. Demure. 

Can’t let this bring you down no matter how many times you fail you’ll advertise your skills everywhere you can!

You scroll on your phone searching where to put the advertisements anywhere you can think of. Even Craigslist! Your dignity can wait unless you get off rock bottom fast who knows where that will lead you. 

The shining lights, the blaring music and sound of screaming fans,  it’s almost time for the performance. You turn your head away from the stadium as a plane literally breaks apart in the distance behind you. The trio we all know and love coming down from the sky with three demons ahead of them crashing down. 

“I’ll watch the performance on my tv all the energy around me is infectious” you sigh before making your way back home phone in hand as you walk scrolling and typing out your application. 

That night you fell asleep on your couch tv on, the girls performance long over. Your phone lit up on the floor surrounded by the snacks you swore to save for the week. Your home screen showing a notification to one of your ads. Someone responded and asking when you can start? No questions asked.

Maybe tomorrow is your day? Or so that’s what your dreams entails. Good-luck manager in the making!

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ok so this is my first time writing an x reader so im sorry if its not as good! But I will try my best cause its really fun! This is how I imagine the start of our manager or at least the before. :)

[tracksidebaby]

Best of Both Worlds

Summary: YN and Kimi are childhood best friends and closer than ever even with Kimi away at races every other weekend. So when Kimi starts falling behind there is no question that YN is gonna be there to help him.

Requested: Yes / Anon

Instagram /

liked by: kimi.antonelli and 2,901 others

yn.ln: if you see me crying in the library, no you don't

classmate1: caption is too real rn 😓

username: i need an xl coffee

kimi.antonelli: i understand nothing.

username: why is kimi in the comments

| username: they go to school together

| username: they've been friends for years actually, Kimi talks about her in interviews

Texts /

YN's Instagram Story /

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liked by: kimi.antonelli, classmate2, and 1,289 others

yn.ln:  I slept on my notes hoping they’d absorb. spoiler: they didn’t.

classmate3: a few more months guys 💪🏻

classmate2: she's prepped with snacks and not much else

kimi.antonelli: if you're struggling then there is no hope for me

| yn.ln: we're gonna pass 💪🏻

username: new way alert??? @/f1gossips ??

Instagram /

liked by: kimi.antonelli, yn/ln and 69,847 others

classmate4: @/kimi.antonelli is back at school and now yn has forgotten that other people exist. This was yn's reaction to Kimi coming back and Kimi only has eyes for her.

yn.ln: wait why are we kindaaaa 👀

yn.ln: wag era, can i drop out of school

| kimi.antonelli: no

| kimi.antonelli: i need you to pass

| kimi.antonelli: after that i'll provide for you

| username: im so confused are they dating or not ???

| classmate5: theyre not dating but for years it's just been the two of them, they might as well be dating

username: who even is this girl 💀

username: not kimi's classmates just exposing them btw

| username: right like i'd be so annoyed

Instagram /

liked by: kimi.antonelli, classmate6, lando and 13,441 others

yn.ln: and it's all too much for little @/kimi.antonelli

username: THE CAPTION

username: imagine kimi buying you coffee

username: aw he fell asleep

username: matching pjs and theyre not dating, ok

kimi.antonelli: why would you post that picture

| yn.ln: you're cute

| classmate6: i just know hes blushing

Texts /

Instagram /

liked by: kimi.antonelli, classmate7 and 8,901 others

yn.ln: I tutor him in math but I think he needs to tutor me in formula one because what is this?

kimi.antonelli: YOU WATCHED A RACE?

| kimi.antonelli: I got points!!

| kimi.antonelli: maybe you are my good luck

| username: wait thats actually so cute

| yn.ln: so so proud of you even if i didn't understand anything that was happening !!!

classmate7: this isn't a big deal to the rest of you but yn hates all sports so this is huge

| yn.ln: please don't expose me like that

Instagram /

liked by: yn.ln, mercedesamgf1, and 792,901 others

kimi.antonelli: best of both worlds

yn.ln: ok hannah montana

username: kimi still being at school is so funny to me 😭

| username: right??? if that were me id have left the second i signed that mercedes contract

| yn.ln: mamma wants him to study so he studies

| kimi.antonelli: i love mamma but she scares me

| yn.ln: me too, i had coffee with her the other day and i was on EDGE

| username: so she has coffee with kimi's mom and we're supposed to believe they're just friends?

| username:  i mean they have known each other since they were kids, its not that out there

| username: i've known people since i was a kid and i would not be having coffee with their parents without them there 💀💀

yn.ln: also omg i made it onto a famous f1 drivers instagram !?!?!?

| kimi.antonelli: blocked

Texts /

Instagram /

liked by: kimi.antonelli, classmate8 and 12,901 others

yn.ln: one thing missing.

classmate8: had the best time

username: shes def talking about kimi with that caption

| classmate9: 100%

| classmate10: kimi may as well have been there with how much time they spent of ft

| yn.ln: excuse me why am i being exposed like this in my own comments

kimi.antonelli: so sad i missed this

| yn.ln: stfu you just got p6 in Japan thats like infinitely cooler

| kimi.antonelli: not as cool as hanging out with you

| username: oh ok so he's down BAD then

| classmate11: yeah those two have always been a little too into each other

| username: but they're not together??

| classmate11: nope

classmate8: btw she wrote 'yn & kimi' on the wall

Instagram /

liked by: yn.ln, mercedesamgf1 and 992,901 others

kimi.antonelli: another one.

username: lmao the dry asf caption

username: kimi being salty hes at the gp instead of a class trip

username: my man got points on the board and he just wants to be in school

| username: more like he wants to be with his girl

username: imagine being one of the most promising rookies on the grid and not being able to celebrate properly because of a school crush

yn.ln: ok well if you're not gonna celebrate i will

| yn.ln: P6 IN JAPAN KIMI YOU DID THAT!!!!

| kimi.antonelli: thank you, angelo

| mercedesamgf1: we like you, @/yn.ln

| kimi.antonelli: back off, admin, she's mine

| username: KIMIYN CONFIRMED?!?!

yn.ln: is that lewis hamilton? damn i finally recognise someone that isn't you

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liked by: yn.ln, mercedesamgf1, and 992,901 others

kimi.antonelli: the more time i spend here, the harder it is to leave.

username: what he meant to say is: the more time i spend with her, the harder it is to leave.

* liked by kimi.antonelli

yn.ln: @/mercedesamgf1, please stop taking him away from me

| mercedesamgf1: we need him

| username: someone get this girl on the track

| mercedesamgf1: 🫡🫡🫡

yn.ln: another post tho omg is this what fame feels like

| kimi.antonelli: youre the worst

georgerussell63: looking good mate, enjoy the week off

username: so they're just straight up gonna post this and still deny they're together

username: the best couple😍

username: im sorry they fall asleep like that but aren't dating??

username: ah childhood best friends to lovers i live for this

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yn.ln: "a few more weeks and we're done, a few more weeks and we're done, a few more weeks and we're done" I mutter, angry, sleep deprived and never wanting to see another number again

kimi.antonelli: imagine how i feel

kimi.antonelli: if it weren't for you tutoring me i'd have no chance

| yn.ln: yes you are very lucky to have me

mercedesamgf1: poor thing, we know just the fix

| yn.ln: what does this mean?

| username: WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

kimi.antonelli: and it's all too much for little yn ln

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yn.ln: life when your best friend is famous

kimi.antonelli: life when your best friend does something nice for you and you ditch him for lewis hamilton

| yn.ln: just be proud i know a driver who isn't you

| kimi.antonelli: i'd rather you know nobody.

| yn.ln: dead

| yn.ln: also lewis hamilton has nothing on you....apart from like a couple hundreds of millions and a few championships

| yn.ln: but id take you any day

| kimi.antonelli: you better

username: kimi being jealous over lewis is so funny

username: wait he really invited all of his school friends thats adorable

username: toto leaves for one race and kimi's turned the garage into a playground

username: ok but yn was serving looks

| username: she knows shes gonna be a future wag one day

| yn.ln: i'd be a brilliant wag

| kimi.antonelli: go be lewis' wag

| yn.ln: as if you'd let me

username: lewis in the likes tho 👀

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yn.ln: is this...fame?

username: OMG SHE POSTED THE F1GOSSIP POST 😭

| username: she is iconic

kimi.antonelli: you enjoy this way too much

| yn.ln: i told you i'd make a good wag, the people agree

| username: WAG HER UP RN

username: kimi might not want her but damn i do

username: can kimi fight??

mercedesamgf1: our fav duo is back

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yn.ln: THAT'S MY GUY RIGHT THERE!! P3 FOR MY ROOKIE OF THE YEAR!!! THIRD YOUNGEST DRIVER IN HISTORY TO FINISH ON THE PODIUM!!! THAT'S MY KIMI!!! so so proud of you, @/kimi.antonelli

username: im not even going to ask if she can fight because you just know for him she can

| yn.ln: id fight dirty too

kimi.antonelli: il milo angelo, thank you for being here, thank you for celebrating with me

| yn.ln: so so proud of you baby

username: the hard launch we have been waiting for omg its here

classmate13: OMG FINALLY

georgerussel63: What a win, well done mate

| yn.ln: well done on p1 george!!!!

mercedesamgf1: that's our kimi

| yn.ln: admin, i love you please don't make me fight you

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yn.ln: imagine we get p3 in Canada and then mere days later we're forced to sit our final exams. wish us luck 🤞🏼

kimi.antonelli: im sorry ?? WE won p3 ?? i must have missed you in the car

| yn.ln: your wins are my wins

| kimi.antonelli: i won't argue with that, they are all dedicated to you, amore mio

username: yn actually perfectly summed up kimi's life with that caption because wtf

georgerussell63: good luck kids

| username: george calling them kids omg 😭

classmate13: can confirm yn pulled up in kimis car and they kissed each other good luck before going in

| yn.ln: i hope you fail all your exams

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kimi.antonelli: exams are done and now we celebrate. @/yn.ln, Grazie mille for everything you have done for me, for being by my side and helping me manage my dream and my studies. mamma already loved you but this just made her so sure you were the one for me. and you are, te amo, il mio angelo. i am so glad you are my best friend and love of my life.

georgerussell63: congrats mate, you've killed it this season with school and racing. go celebrate with your girl

username: omg i love them

username: best friend and love of his life i am SCREAMING

yn.ln: te amo, baby, couldn't dream of doing life without you

[theladybrownstarot]

𝜗𝜚 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 "𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞" ?

"𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝓊𝓏 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉 "

|𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ִֶָ |𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐝-𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ִֶָ |𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 ִֶָ |

HOW TO PICK A PILE ? Take a deep breathe , close your eyes after your open them up choose the pile where your sight goes first in calming inner silence . If you are called up by more than one pile you please feel free to choose them. This Pick-A-Card is timeless therefore feel free !

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𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏.

���𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

❦ The people think that you are the only one because you come at the most vulnerable time people are going through which makes some feel that you are God's most precious person sent for them. It's the way you are so curious and understanding towards people's life and problems which make them feel that they're important to you somehow and you're important for them similarly. It's your empathy and compassion which makes their heart speak and reach for you to embrace you in their arms. You are someone's dream girl or boy because of your looks and brain - Beauty with a brain . I may believe that you are not someone who is patient that is because you cannot bear yourself standing at a point where your growth is hindered and your opportunities are missing instead you will just directly cast your own way which will make people more inspired from you and connected - wanting to connect with you . Your core lessons of forgiveness and acceptance makes people find a new way to their life for which they are grateful to you and love you for but it is not just because of this but because when they are upgraded to an another level of energy they start to resonate or vibrate like you which make the feel to actually want you. You bring colors and peace to someone's life they always wanted to have, you calm the storms of people's life they have been facing for long, you could be the only person who must have helped when no one did for them. People actually feel that they can be themselves with you without any self-Imposed limitation and even if they have you are the first one to actually give a gentle nudge on the shoulder saying , " hey its ok completely to feel like that but don't hold yourself and hide your true self " , "come on chill because just like you don't think a lot about people similarly they don't think about you a lot so be comfortable with yourself" . I wouldn't be surprised if people admitted that they manifested you in their life. In a simple way to tell the reason you are someone who gives healing to others and your wisdom makes them feel more self aware and motivated.

❦ Prominent astrological signs : Scorpio , water signs in moon or rising , Saturn in 9th house /cancer / taurus , Saturn and jupiter conjunction , aquarius sun and revati.

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𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

❦ when people are with you they feel that they have done a very good deed by being born on this earth because you show the gratitude or you should how grateful you are for their presence. You are someone perceived to be cool by other people making them feel more attracted towards you but not only this like what makes you cool is not your sarcasm but the way you live so simply without any need of complexity. Your happy go around person will make people feel that there are at least humans on this earth who are not actually always crying but can see the beauty even in the harsh Times like them - simply doesn't drain people's energy because we know that the more we stay around the low negative energy people the more we are thrown to attract those energy to us. You are not selfish but a well wisher for someone which makes people believe that you are genuine and safe to be around if they want to share their secrets. I really feel that the people who choose this pile are high achievers in any sense possible. To be honest , people feel more attracted to you because you open a gate where they can attract more opportunities or there is a new way of energy being opened for them to come into their life after you meet them -you leave behind something beautiful after you're away . People really trust you a lot because you are not like the majority of people who will take someone's trust and later throw it away - you make yourself feel like a reliable partner . If you were attracted to find pile number one then you should read pile number one from the 7th line. You people teach other people to love themselves through calmness and bring external balance in people's busy lives. Your presence alone can make them come into the present and deal with their unconscious side which they were quite hesitant to deal with it alone. You help people understand how to balance their desired living and their happiness by being themselves without any guilt. Your confidence really makes you shine among people also the way you do not compromise with your standards makes people really chase you. This is very loving but yes people find their home with you and themselves too.

❦ Prominent astrological signs : jupiter , saggitairus , Saturn / in libra , jupiter in Pisces, moon in aquarius and sun in scorpio .

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𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

❦ For some of the people you make up a best family person because you are soft and gentle but too that the people's family know about you and think that you are better for their son or daughter. You keep people happy around and I perceive with most of you have actually sorted out many family problems of other people and in fact of your own too which makes you quite an experienced person to get married with but please be aware that people don't actually push everything on you basically on your shoulders. People feel complete with you. I am getting a strong message that people don't say that you are directly there the one by meeting you without any third party involved but when they meet you by hearing about you or they meet you through someone in part most of a relationship has been brought up by other people only. You're quite a traditional person for sure , like someone who would incorporate traditionality in their life basically in daily life for example worshipping gods, respecting the traditional rituals and etc. I don't want to make you feel that just because you are a traditional person you make yourself directly as a marriage partner but in today's world we can really see that people feel like those who are traditional makeup good marriage partners for their children yk what I'm talking about but really I don't want you to feel like that because being traditional is not being spiritual , it's something that automatically comes under it . I want you to take it as a compliment only rest aside you being spiritual is very beautiful for growth. I really feel that this pile is very very grounded and simple as water. You really make people feel attracted towards you because the way you balance out the things in your own life but the people or be professional you some house show the lessons indirectly to people that they should in corporate in their life finding you as an inspiration or a role model too. People wanna be there with you in your life and connect with your soul . You are really good at balancing your emotion and practicality which is very sensual and desirable for others, the way you carry yourself with the will power makes people feel that what kind of magic are you ? They really want to have babies with you , they really want to be protected and loved by you in your embrace.

❦ Prominent astrological signs : jupiter in Capricorn, mars in Pisces, Venus, taurus & jupiter in 11th house.

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[midnightsdarkangel]

Im back again with another theory lads, one I have wanted to share for a LONG time.

THE LACY THEORY, I hope you all enjoy following me down the rabbit hole. Im going over all the information I collected on the DDVAU server, All information comes from the public chat, the offical playlist and the double hearted comic. That being said Lets begin this:

So lets start off with the big question: What is Lacy? Most likely you wont know of it outside of the discord server, I wanted to wait till I had a bit more evidence and information to present before I showed it out but I think I have enough complied. So!

Lacy is the unoffical name of a ship that will appear in Double Hearted. It was first mentioned in regards to the DDVAU Playlist which has been said that each song will give insight either to the plot, or a character development. The characters involed are: Grian, Scar, Martyn, Jimmy, Tango, Pearl (and Gem now added)

Its described in the songs as a messy situationship. So far Marru has confirmed it has its own playlist with songs in order of a timeline. These songs are:

-Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo

-Footnote by Conan Grey

-The Ballad of Lucy Grey by Rachel Zegler

-It took me by surprise by Maria Mena

-Obsessed by Olivia Rodrigo

With this as well we have this Image (it is noted that Maruu edited this photo to make sure not to give away who the characters are. I was given permission to show as its in the server)

So. Who are these two?

I heavily believe its Grian and Martyn. But why do I jump to that so quickly? Lets start with the drawing first. A while back in one of the earlier livestreams, we got this image:

This takes place in college, and as you can see. Grian has much longer hair there. I was able to take the drawing and line up that the hair strands matched Grian's.

Also, @rebelrenee36 was the one to discover there was actually another image of this drawing from the top half. I wont be posting that one here but we did see enough to conclude that Grian was one of the people in the picture.

But then why did I think it was Martyn in the second image?

Major shout out to @coatree who brought the idea up to me which resulted in me being insane about figuring it out.

I want to take you all to a song called Unravelling- the crane wives. It was one of the rare few songs that got confirmed to a character and we were told it was a Grian song.

In unravelling, the verses talks about different people in Grian's life who had shown him compassion and love. But then theres this:

At the time I needed to make a process of elimiation on who this was, but chapter 20 has given me the answer:

Martyn was the one who left Grian.

Its still a bit farfetched right? Lets take a look at the playlist songs. We know that Oh No by Marina, is a canonical song to Martyn, and I was able to assess that Martyn has a very sort of ride or die risk mentality, and when you compare this to The ballad of Lucy Grey?

Danced for my dinner?

and the gamble line fits along the lines of the Martyn songs the server has managed to find connections to.

When I started this connection, I started to notice some things:

Martyn is STARING at Grian and Big B and I had always wondered why but now I start to wonder...was he jelous?

Then if we take the art from the phones you see in Grians lock screen he has this image:

Martyns hand is on Grian's shoulder.

(also its funny to me that Big B and Martyn share the colour scheme outfit but reversed)

Then we finally got chapter 14, Martyns introduction and what is he like?

He is genuinely concerned for Grian and I think the only time we see urgancy from this man because the second Grian is ok he is chill the entire time, and we KNOW that Martyn hasnt shown back in the captial for such a long time now

Its no surprise Grian was taken back seeing him return:

I want to note two things as well in this chapter that really helped me form this theory, first of all: Martyn's blushing

(mf isnt subtle IM LOOKING AT YOU SIR)

The second comes from this

THIS MF ABSOLTUELY HAS HISTORY WITH GRIAN.

Its the fact that he knew what Grian wanted without Grian ever having to say a word. These two defintiely have a strong bond, plus the fact when Gem asks if Grian is comfortable with everyone being in the room when Grian discusses his abilities he says yes. Yes to mumbo who is his best friend, yes to Jimmy his cousin and someone he cherishes a lot and Martyn.

He is comfortable not only showing his wings off but also discussing his powers, something that he has kept wraps from EVERYONE.

and then chapter 20....oh my god I wasnt prepared for this.

mf thinks about Grian before Grian even reaches out

2. i love how protective he is for Grian

3. Sparrows father, someone VERY protective of Grian, glares a lot at martyn, which funny enough remember who else gave Martyn a dirty look for being near Grian?

HIS BEST FRIEND MUMBO.

4.

GRIAN BLUSHES WHEN MARTYN COMPLIEMENTS (unintentionally) CUTEGUY. LORDD

There is defintiely more to this theory, we dont know why they broke up, why Martyn left but Its clear these two have history. I have so many questions that I cant wait to see with upcomming chapters.

And that is my insanity, thank you and goodnight.

[piningqingge]

I have this older-brother-SY (also beast peak lord) AU cooking and although I have Many thoughts here’s the liushen part (warning this is long af, TLDR at bottom):

LQG has been pining for the beast peaks’ head disciple for years and SY has no idea (like usual). LQG, over time, has recognized and accepted his affections, but has no idea if SY feels the same. Sure, they get along great, and he’s confident SY considers him a friend (if not a best friend), but more than that? SY if friendly to everyone- and LQG can’t tell what liberties, if any, are exclusive to him.

But it’s clear that the cultivation world is on the brink of a war with the demon realm- and LQG will be at the forefront. As much as he prides himself on his battle prowess he knows he’s not indomitable- and Tianlang-Jun is a force to be reckoned with.

So, he decides to offer SY his suit- even if he's rejected, at least he'll know. In melodrama fashion, LQG asks SY, if he'll accept his courtship once the wars over. SY (unknowingly, the dumbass) accepts.

OK. so now that we have context, lets get silly with it :)

The war goes over the same how it did in SVSSS, YQY subdues TLJ and all peak lords survive. LQG begins to officially court SY... who's been traveling along the Lou river since the end of the war. It's not an issue per say but he also won't tell LQG why; just that he's looking for something. This continues for 4 years. After those four years, SY returns to CQMT. He doesn't leave for extended periods anymore, unless a mission requires it, and even then it's clear he returns as soon as possible. In lieu of his travels he's begin descending the mountain several times a week, to the small town at its' base. He deflects whenever anyone asks why- and although LQG does find it odd, he trusts SY, who says, impishly, that LQG will find out eventually.

That day does come 6 years later.

Word spreads fast around CQMT, so of course LQG, usually not privy to the intersect gossip, (“Shizun, this one has news! Ah! I know gossip is bad, I would never- it’s about Shen-shibo! He’s brought a young boy back to his peak!”) would be near-first to visit his beloved.

LQG: “The rumors are true?”

SY: “Hm? Meddling in gossip are you, shidi? What are they saying, exactly?”

LQG: “Tsk- that you’ve brought a new disciple to the peak- one much too young to cultivate.”

SY: “Ahhh well… I surmise there is some truth to that hearsay after all… he’ll be home for dinner soon- he’s a great chef! Oh, shidi, you must stay for dinner!”

…

SY: “…and their claws are retractable! Despite taking up 50% of their paws! They use this to ambush larger prey, making said prey think they’re harmless- oh, Binghe, come, come; meet your Shishu!”

LBH: “Yes, A-die!”

LQG: "..."

LQG: “……what?”

SY: “Binghe, this is Liu Qingge, your shishu, and a dear friend of mine. Qingge, this is Binghe.”

LQG: “…he called you a-die.”

SY: “Oh! Yes, I’ll sure he’ll need some time to adjust to Shizun.”

LQG: “Adjust.”

SY: “Yes, adjust, he’s called me A-die most of his life. After all, he is my son.”

LQG: “Your son. That you’ve been raising.”

SY: “Yes, Shidi, that’s correct.”

Lqg goes only silent for a bit and SY releases LBH to the kitchens. He’s gotten quite good at reading LQG over the years and knows he’s upset- at what he isn’t sure.

SY: “..Shidi?”

LQG (jaw pinched): “How long?”

SY: “..How long what, shidi?”

LQG : “Have you had-“ (handwaves)

SY: “How long have I been raising him? About 6 years, why?”

LQG: “….and how old is he.”

SY: “Ah, he’s 10, will be 11 this upcoming winter. Make no mistake, I would have been there since birth if given the chance!”

LQG: “… Since the war ended. You- you had a child during that time? You never thought to tell anyone- to tell me?”

SY: “..Well, family matters are private matters, I’m sure shidi understands.”

LQG: “Private! You- shameless! A decade- I’ve wasted a decade- and you never intended to tell me? What did you think would happen when you brought him here, Shen Yuan?!?”

SY (doesn’t know what’s going on but is protective of LBH nonetheless): “Does it matter? He’s here now, and that isn’t going to change! I’m not sure why you’re so concerned with my private life!”

LQG: “Your life- did you ever consider mine?!”

SY: “Like your life will change! I have a son to raise and protect- what all does that have to do with you?!”

LQG (fuming): “I see. You’ve made your point, Shen Yuan. I’ll stop interfering in your life- so separate from mine.” (Storms off)

CQMT witnesses the worst breakup imaginable.

SY has no idea why LQG got so worked up- maybe because SY wasn’t married? LQG was always so traditional…

Apparently, LQG left the day after their fight. Well whatever his issue is hopefully he’s in better spirits once he returns.

LQG returns 4 months later and doesn’t visit like usual. In fact, two days after his return, SY starts receiving packages. Boxes filled with trinkets and books he’s given LQG over the years- even a couple pairs of robes and a set of vambraces he had custom made for LQG. So. Whatever set LQG off clearly hadn’t been resolved. And he really doesn’t want to lose his best friend over… what? He still has no idea why LQG got so upset.

SY resolves to snub his pride and treck to Bai Zhan.

Only, once he arrives, he’s.. blocked? Denied entry? By the Bai Zhan disciples?? They were usually so sweet, charming in their own gruff way, but now they’re just short of openly hostile.

It’s dumb and angsty 🙄 but it tickles something in my brain

TLDR; LQG begins courting SY early in the story, before LBH is born. After TLJ is subdued and SY connects the only heavenly demon to obvi being LBHs dad he sets off to find LBH and ensure he has a better life. He ends up raising LBH with the washerwoman and LBH views SY as his dad and calls him such. Once she passes SY takes him back to CQMT where they meet LQG. LQG hears LBH call SY "a-die" and thinks that SY cheated on him; SY unknowingly confirms this- he also doesn't know that LQG has been courting him. Cue melodrama rivaling QiJiu except the whole sect gets to watch the fallout not just the aftermath.

[dxmedstudent]

I 100% buy that it's Right Wing propaganda. One thing I hate about the "birth control is all bad" crowd is they act like having side effects or not working for everyone is somehow special and unique to birth control.

Like. No. Pretty much every medication has some potential side effects. Some are more common than others. Some medications may have more severe risks. But this is just an inherent risk that comes with taking anything - except it's USUALLY overall better to take the medication than go without.

There's this weird trend to tell people to come off BC just to 'rest their body', but honestly? Unless you're about to try for a baby there's really no need. If it's working for you, and the side effects are manageable for you, then its cool. Coming off hormonal BC if you like getting dick...without rigorously using condoms every single time WILL lead to pregnancy for over 80% of people, within a year. Each year that they have unprotected sex.

Maybe one day we'll be able to do pharmacogenetic testing or pharmacogenomic testing on a wide scale and work out which blood blood pressure medication or antidepressant or BC will work best for a patient - I've been hoping for this since my undergrad biomedicine days. But until then all we have is experience and trial and error and patience - and listening to patients, to try to work out what will work best for them. And it's imperfect, and sometimes clinicians can be AHs. But overall most of the time people are trying to do the right thing for people.

The side effects of BC are VERY similar to those of pregnancy - except pregnancy has higher risks overall. And for most people it's OK. For some people it's great - I didn't love my hair thinning or having the odd irregular bleed on the implant but I DID love not having really heavy or painful periods, my endo and fibroids improving, and not having to worry about a pregnancy at the wrong time. It's a very important treatment for a lot of us with conditions affecting our uterus, ovaries, and body outside of that. People demonise BC as if it isn't potentially life saving treatment for some of us, as well as something that improves QOL for a lot of us.

Some people truly are unlucky and don't do well with any hormonal BC, and that sucks, this is not to discount their pain - I'm very much in favour of more BC options for testicle-havers, letting people get their tubes tied early whatever their gonads, and people inventing even more forms of BC. The fact that they aren't perfect or risk free treatments isn't a reason that everyone should come off them, or that they should be demonised. There are lots of different ones to try from, most people can find something that works for them. We even have websites that will try to work out the ones most likely to work for you.

And unfortunately, "natural alternatives" just aren't there yet. The copper IUD is great for some people but obviously not the right choice for everyone - particularly if they already have painful or heavy periods as they can often make that worse.

The fertility awareness method (trying to avoid having sex during your fertile time) isn't great for anyone with an irregular cycle or who isn't also tracking their LH (peeing on a stick for at least week every month) or their basal body temperature (which you need to track every day) and cerical mucus (how much do you like staring at vaginal seretions? you'll be seeing them a lot). And its fail rate with typical use is similar to withdrawal, making around 1/5 of couples into parents for each year it is used. If combined with condoms and done consistently it CAN be reasonably effective for some people whilst they get experienced at it, but multiple people have sued period tracking apps for false claims that they can reliably help you prevent pregnancy.

Condoms are OK (typical fail rate of 15% in a year) but for some of us that doesn't feel reliable enough on its own - and you're allowed to combine non-hormonal contraceptives with other non hormonal options or a hormonal option.

But we should be extremely suspicious of anyone telling us to detox from BC as if hormones are a toxin. What are their qualifications? Why are they telling us this? What is their agenda? Are they the same people whining about the crashing birth rate and how we should all be tradwives? Why are we listening to them over actual clinicians? Because they are almost always also anti-choice and looking to control your body and tell you how to live your life.

In the UK where I work as a doctor, we noticed an uptick in pregnancies around the time that 'BC is unnatural, cleanse your body of BC to balance your hormones" became a thing. And whilst on an individual level this probably led to as lot of stress for the people who fell for the hype, at least abortion remains generally readily available via MSI, NUPAS and BPAS - I imagine the effect in places where abortion has been criminalised could potentially be catastrophic. I genuinely think this trend will (and almost certainly already HAS) led to more abortions and more unwanted pregnancies.

The funniest part of the “ummmm actually ☝️🤓 birth control can be REALLY bad for you” responses on my ‘hey I think the current health fad demonization of hormonal birth control is right wing propaganda’ post is that I can’t take hormonal birth control. It reacts badly with my body’s chemistry. But I am wise enough to understand that it is a lifesaving medication for many people and encouraging people to get off birth control if it is working for them with no adverse reactions is bad. Birth control is bad for me and it can have terrible side effects but the potential of pregnancy and periods are worse for many people.

[megatron-afterhours]

°☆Eddie & Volt Headcannons☆°

A/N - i mostly wright for personal use not to post but if you guys like this ill open requests! Not prof read btw

☆ keep in mind these are just MY headcanons eveyone views characters differently!

- Nsfw under the cut, volts kinda a meanie {not in a gross way tho}, readers transmasc leaning but parts aren't really mentioned, eddie dose call them sweet boy at one point. -

volt loves to have his hair played with, dosent saything about it though cuz hes scared itll hurt you, since ya know its made of electricity.

eddie definitely bites. wherever he goes your getting a hickey its a wonder volt can ware that low cut shirt. marks both of you up like a beast. It isnt really a sexual thing half the time he just likes to bite affectionately.

volt likes to take charge (lol get it cuz.. ya nvm) more of a soft dom tho wants to make you feel so good you cry buttttt..... when you get more comfortable with eachother volt can get really mean like spit in your mouth and make you say thank you ---> { ok, imagine this volt siting behind the bar completely clothed, you on the floor naked complty bare. his boot inbetween your legs, maybe a toy in you. only his foot to get you off. edged to the point of tears till he says youve been good enough and fucks you on the counter. eddie gets to watch the whole time and sweet talks you though it he cant touch you or himself cuz volt said so. might even have him in his lap and make you suck eddie off. }

i feel like volt could do some crazy shit to charged based sex toys, to were it might shock you, or turn it up way more then its supposed to

eddie eats out like a starved man. tho once again hes a bitter so watch out.

 eddie fucks like a meanie but coaches you thorugh it. "your doing so good live wire" "you feel so good" "feels good hun sweet boy?" WHO SAID THAT...

volt definitely likes eye contact. he wants to see your face and watch you come undone.

eddie hides his face alot duing sex. in your hair, crook of your neck, curve of your spine, head down eyes closed hair over his face type shit.

[novaknows]

F1 drivers as types of Minecraft players

@artielotl and I were talking in discord about our dark history in the MCYT fandom and this post spawned from that so enjoy.

Oscar : Redstoner. he enjoys making farms and automating stuff. likes to beuild a flying machine. probly enjoys modded minecraft to a big level, like create mod.

Lando : He is not good at this game. his house is made of glowstone and diamond bricks. he has 30 dogs. he has dinnerboned every mob. his Jeb_ sheep is is prized posession.

George : likes to biuld houses and farms. he has built a nice village and all the vilagers in it have names. he has a very nice house he built with alex ( aka he built it while alex burnt down the forest they were in)

Kimi : I feel like he could be a pvp try hard, but not too much. maybe a big parkor person. likes to play old school dropper maps in his free time.

Charles : Thinks he is an amazing builder. he is not. likes to fish until he gets frustrated with how long it takes and logs into a pvp server to unleash his anger.

Lewis : has a chill long running hardcore world. would like flying around, doing elytra maps and stuff. has a Minecraft dog named roscoe.

Max : This bitch is in the MINES. He wants all the best gear, he wants to kill all the mobs. Hypixel skyblock would hate to see this grinder coming. would ruin a kids day trying to become the best (potato war anyone?)

Yuki : I feel he would like building, or playing one of those complex cozy mods that has a lot of biomes and fun cooking things. would build a bakery, but also low key griefer tendencies. thinks its fun to watch things burn.

Alex : Not a low key griefer. he likes to explode things. but also, has like 15 pets. he spent 3 weeks breading the ideal horse so he could go FAST.

Carlos : Also a restoner, but like chill. he likes to build fun farms that also look cool.

Esteban : Had griefer tendencies, but now is a flower collector type. he has a nice house he built with Oli and Lance. Grinder but only to the extent that he wants to build things.

Oli : also a grinder type, but also likes pvp. a good mix of player type. likes to build but is ok at it, so he collects gear and also good at PVP due to hanging out with kimi.

Liam (and Isack) : TERRORISTS. They are on 2b2t and the enjoy the shit out of it. also like ice boat racing.

Lance: Builds a lot. big builder. relies on esteban to get him the things he needs to build big castles and such.

Fernando : Has been banned for griefing on multiple servers. is on tb2t but rage quit after being spawn killed and hasn't touched it in months.

Nico H : plays with his daughter. has a sheep farm for pink wool and a Cherrywood house because his daughter liked it.

Gabriel : only plays modded, but logs into hulks world to build dicks only to be yelled at and collects frogs and the other new mob types.

Pierre : legitimately enjoys fishing, builds a nice hut and collects treasures.

Franco : made it his personal mission to drain the ocean and mines out giant holes for no reason.

[negrowhat]

Saw you reblogged a post abt Kim showing more pain when watching Kenta sacrifice himself than he did when he was being tortured and all I can think is maybe its a continuation of the kiss scene. Like "Please, look at how much this hurts me. I care. I care so much, Kenta." The torture, he didn't want to show them it affected him. But when Kenta was going he was all but yelling it at Kenta

Honestly Anon, I feel like it's something Kim instantly regretted. Kim doesn't strike me as the type to regret most if any of his decisions. We've never truly ever seen him be remorseful about anything. Because he puts his all into every decision he makes. He usually knows exactly what he's doing even if he's unsure of the outcome.

But today Kenta really put him on the spot when he asked him for his trust in that situation.

This whole season Kim has been working his ass off to protect Kenta and rescue him and to stop Kenta from making reckless decisions n his own. He's grown to care deeply about Kenta. And we have seen on more than one occasion that it pisses Kim off the way Kenta doesn't value his life, especially since he cares so much about Kenta's safety.

Today they had that argument where Kim is upset that Kenta doesn't think of his feelings or even keep him informed on his plans so that he can help him. And then finally Kenta tells Kim his plan to use himself as bait so Kim can escape. In a way, Kenta is giving Kim what he asked for before. Consideration and thought. He's running his plan by Kim first. And they don't have any time to actually discuss it. Kim either has to go with his plan or not. That's it. And Kim only has a second to decide. Is he going to trust Kenta or not?

Kenta asks Kim to trust him. And it shows that Kenta understands how afraid for him Kim is but his plan at least gets Kim out to come back and rescue him later. And I do believe that Kenta thinks Kim will come back for him with reinforcements. But he has to get out first.

And Kim couldn't just deny Kenta and let him think he doesn't trust him or his judgement. His hands were kind of tied. It's important to Kenta that Kim trusts him and he knows it. Just like Kim wants Kenta to trust him and depend on him. That street has got to go both ways and they had to start somewhere.

So not only do we see pain on Kim's face for allowing Kenta to use himself as bait, but I also think he regrets it. Because he trusted the plan and not is gut. I'm sure everything inside Kim was screaming at him to not leave Kenta's side. He was ready to follow that man out there and face Tony's men together. The way Kenta had to keep pushing Kim into that corner so he would stay hidden. I'm sure he felt like another person who let Kenta down.

The torture he endured at the hands of Tony and Winner in s1, he probably viewed it in a completely different way. He was captured because he was standing up for something he believed in. Because he was trying to do the right thing. Because what he had learned about Tony, he knew Tony needed to be stopped.

The decisions that led up to him getting captured and tortured were all decisions he was able to make after thinking about them. He was able to control what he did that led to what happened to him and for that I think he was OK with whatever happened. If he died at least he died with his morals in tact.

This situation with Kenta was out of Kim's control.

[sweetromanova]

Off The Record: Part Eleven🖤

Natasha Romanoff x Criminal Defense Lawyer!Original Female Character

Summary: She’s built a career on keeping secrets and defending the worst with nothing to lose. That changed when Natasha Romanoff showed up on the other side of the courtroom.

Warnings: descriptions of violence, psychological manipulation, implied child abuse and trauma, emotional abuse, mentions of torture, human and sex trafficking, war crimes and murder, implied coercion, legal corruption, gun violence, secondary character deaths, power imbalance, blood and injury depiction

Chapter Eleven

The shot cracked through the air.

Time stopped momentarily until it hit its target.

The bullet tore through Sienna’s shoulder with a searing, burning heat. The world blurred, a rush of pain then a strange calm as she forced herself to steady her breath. The metallic taste of blood mixed with the sharp scent of gunpowder and sweat in the stale warehouse air.

Around her, the chaos roared on, shouts, clashing steel, heavy footsteps pounding like thunder on cracked concrete. But through it all, her gaze was fixed, unblinking, on Luka.

He lay sprawled on the floor, half his strength bleeding away, the fight draining from his eyes. His breaths came ragged, shallow, his body twitching with pain. And yet, even broken, there was a cold dignity in the way he faced the end.

Sienna’s knees hit the ground beside him and the world narrowed to the two of them in the silence that had fallen. His eyes flickered open, clouded and dim, barely able to focus but there was a flicker of recognition, The faintest ghost of a smile, cracked and weary, playing at his lips.

She leaned in close, voice soft but carrying the weight of years and finality. “Rest now, Luka. It’s over.”

His eyelids fluttered, the fight slipping away as he exhaled one last time. Sienna felt a strange release, as if the ghosts haunting both of them had finally been laid to rest.

Before she could process the silence, footsteps thundered toward her. Natasha was there in an instant, urgency etched into every line of her face.

“Sienna! Hey, are you ok? Where did they-“

Natasha’s hands were firm as they pressed against the wound but beneath the controlled strength was a frantic undercurrent like she was battling to keep a storm at bay. Sienna said nothing, swallowing the shock. Her breathing was steady, almost too steady, her mind oddly detached from the pain. She was focused on the moment, the moment she had long feared but was ready for.

They moved outside, the cold night air a harsh slap against her skin, piercing through the blood and smoke. The sharp chill made her gasp softly, the adrenaline fading to a dull throb.

A medic rushed forward, eyes sharp and quick, already reaching for his kit. “Let me see it.”

Sienna lifted her arm with careful defiance, exposing the ragged hole through her jacket and skin. “It’s through and through.” She said quietly, her voice calm, even faintly reassuring. “It’ll heal. Just patch me up for now.”

The medic nodded, hands working fast, his voice clipped but steady. “We’ll stabilise it for now. You’re lucky it missed the artery.”

Then, from the shadows, two SHIELD agents appeared, their steps measured and deliberate as they flanked her like a cage closing in. “Miss Blake? You’re under arrest-“

Sienna’s heart sank but her face remained composed, a mask of quiet acceptance. Her eyes met Natasha’s, a flash of something unspoken passed between them.

Natasha’s fury erupted. “No. You can’t just take her like this. She’s hurt, she needs medical care. This isn’t the time.”

Sienna shook her head slightly, the faintest trace of a sad smile touching her lips.

“You knew this would happen?”

“Or course I did Natasha. I made my choice. I kept Luka’s secrets for years. I couldn’t stop him and I never tried. I’m ready.”

Maria Hill stepped forward, her tone authoritative yet calm, a tether in the chaos. “Natasha, she’ll come with us. We’re not here to punish, we’re here to help. First, medical. Then, we deal with everything else.”

Natasha’s protests faltered, her fire dimming in the face of Maria’s steady gaze. Reluctantly, she stepped back, eyes still locked on her.

Sienna allowed herself to be guided forward, the weight of the arrest heavier than the wound at her shoulder. She felt the weight of the years, the choices, the betrayals, the family torn apart and underneath it all, a strange, fragile peace.

As the night closed around them, she let the cold night air wash over her, ready to face whatever came next, unflinching.

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The Holding Wing, The Avengers Compound, Upstate New York

April 5, 2022

Fluorescent lights buzzed above Sienna’s head, a low electric hum that grated against her already frayed nerves. She sat stiffly on the edge of the cot, her arm wrapped tight in gauze, the sting of antiseptic still burning her skin. The bullet had gone clean through her shoulder, no bone hit, no artery torn but it ached like the guilt she refused to speak aloud.

The medic offered a faint smile. “You’re lucky, it should heal pretty nicely.”

Lucky? Sienna almost scoffed.

Outside, the hum of quiet, purposeful footsteps echoed, agents moving like ghosts, protocol locking into place around her. They treated her with clinical efficiency. Not cruelty but not comfort either.

She didn’t expect kindness, she didn’t deserve it.

Within the hour, two agents arrived. They didn’t speak to her until they reached the interrogation level. One walked slightly ahead, eyes forward, stiff backed. The other walked at her shoulder, silent but watchful. She didn’t resist, didn’t speak. There was nothing left to protest.

They brought her to a room with no windows, no clocks, just a table, two chairs and the mirror that wasn’t really a mirror.

Sienna sat down.

She knew who would be behind the glass.

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Natasha Romanoff stood with her arms crossed, a storm behind her eyes. Every second since the warehouse felt like it had folded her spine in half. Her knuckles were white from how tightly she gripped the metal bar beneath the two-way glass. She watched Sienna, pale, tired, bleeding in places that had nothing to do with the wound on her shoulder.

Maria stepped in, silent, arms folded.

“How long have they been in with her?” Natasha asked, not looking away.

“Eight minutes.”

“And how long until that one-” She nodded toward the taller of the agents interrogating Sienna, the one pacing like a man hunting a confession. “-Crosses the line?”

Maria exhaled through her nose. “He’s doing his job.”

“Good cop, bad cop.” Natasha scoffs. “Is that the bullshit we teach in the academy now?”

“Natasha-“

“He’s pushing her.” Natasha snapped. “She just shot her brother in the chest and walked away from every lie she’s ever told. She doesn’t need pressure, she needs oxygen.”

⋆⋆⋆⋆

The calmer agent sat across from Sienna, her hands neatly folded. “We appreciate your cooperation, Miss Blake. Let’s just go over this again. You knew Luka was involved in arms trafficking as early as 2014?”

Sienna nodded once. “Yes. But I didn’t have proof. I’ve heard names, movement but I’ve never saw the shipments myself.”

“And yet…” The second agent cut in, sharper and unnecessarily louder. “You represented clients in front operations that funneled money straight into his network. You helped clean it.”

Sienna’s jaw twitched. “I didn’t know the details, I was the fixer. Yes, it’s my fault. I should have asked questions and I should have reported it but I didn’t. He contacted me, he hired me to defend the client and that’s all I did.”

“Is that your defense?” He leaned forward, voice pressing like a weight. “You’re a lawyer who didn’t ask questions? You think being clever makes you innocent?”

“I think none of this matters.” She replied, evenly. “Luka’s dead. His lieutenants are either dead or disappearing. What’s left? A string of ruined people and an old file of names that won’t lead anywhere.”

The agent slammed a hand down on the table, not quite enough to be violent but enough to shake the metal.

Behind the glass, Natasha’s eyes narrowed. She turned to Maria.

“You’ve got ten seconds to get that asshole out of that room or I put him through the damn glass.”

Maria held up a hand and keyed the comm on her earpiece. “Fine. End the questioning. Now.”

⋆⋆⋆⋆

The door opened with a sharp hiss and Maria’s voice called in from the hall. “We’re done here.”

The aggressive agent looked like he might protest but one look at Maria’s face stopped him cold. He gathered his folder and stalked out, not sparing Sienna a glance.

Natasha didn’t wait for permission. She pushed through the side door with a paper bag and bottle of water in hand. As she passed the agent in the corridor, she leaned in just close enough for him to feel the threat behind her voice. “Touch that table again while she’s in the room and I will end you in ways that won’t show up on your autopsy.”

She didn’t wait for a response.

⋆⋆⋆⋆

Sienna hadn’t moved. She looked up only when Natasha stepped inside, her eyes red-rimmed but dry.

Natasha dropped the bag on the table and the water beside it. “Eat something.”

Sienna stared at her for a beat then slowly reached out, unscrewing the cap with a shaking hand. “Are you here to interrogate me too?”

“No.” Natasha said quietly, sitting down across from her. “I’m here because I promised you wouldn’t do this alone.”

Sienna’s throat worked, emotion catching there. “He’s really gone.”

Natasha nodded.

“I didn’t want to pull the trigger.”

“I know.”

“They’re going to charge me.” Sienna said, finally. “They have to. I knew. I stayed quiet and that’s ok.”

Natasha didn’t argue. But she leaned in, her voice steady and low.

“Let them try. You’re not the only one who can tell the truth in a courtroom.”

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The room hadn’t changed. Still cold, still unblinking. But the atmosphere had shifted. Sienna sat straighter now, shoulders square despite the sling across her arm and the bruising shadow that darkened one side of her temple. She had asked for no painkillers, said she wanted to be clear.

Natasha had made her eat half of the sandwich she’d brought for her and drink enough water until she was satisfied before leaving her reluctantly to go speak with the others.

The door opened and this time, it wasn’t faceless agents that entered.

It was Maria Hill and Steve Rogers.

Maria gave a small nod as she sat. Steve remained standing for a beat, almost unsure if it was right to sit across from a woman who’d just torn her world apart and still came back alive. But he did, eventually.

The folder Maria laid on the table was thinner than it should’ve been for a woman in Sienna’s position. That was telling. The rest hadn’t been written yet.

“We appreciate you speaking with us again.” Maria began, her voice calm and professional. She didn’t push. “I know you’re exhausted.”

“I’d rather finish this now.” Sienna replied, voice hoarse. “Before someone else decides what version of me goes on paper.”

Maria’s eyes flicked to Steve. He nodded.

“We’re not here to trap you.” He spoke gently. “We just need to know everything you do. Luka’s network wasn’t small. You were close to him. Maybe too close. But that means you can help us end anything that’s left.”

Sienna nodded once. “Okay.”

Maria tapped her fingers against the file. “Let’s start simple. Do you know of any active cells still operating under Luka’s command?”

Sienna shook her head. “Not actively. His lieutenants worked through middlemen, layers between the action and him. I never had names.”

“But you were present for meetings?” Steve asked. “Or phone calls?”

Sienna hesitated. “Barely. I could name a few cities, maybe a few code names mentioned but I couldn’t tell you real names. I know I keep saying this but really, I was just the lawyer. Our conversations consisted of the defendant and what sentence we were going for.”

Maria leaned forward. “Anything you can remember matters.”

Sienna took a slow breath. “The most recent was two months ago he mentioned something called ‘Black Orchard’, I don’t know if it’s a location or operation name. I thought it was metaphorical at the time.”

Maria scribbled the note, her face unreadable. “Anything else?”

“He had a contact in Prague. Banker or handler, I’m not sure. Went by ‘Meisner.’ No first name. I saw the account once, through a burner laptop. Disappeared right after.”

Maria’s brows knit. That was new.

Steve cut in gently. “Did you ever witness him ordering a hit? A murder?”

“No.” Sienna said, immediately. Then stopped. “Not directly. But I knew. I knew what silence cost in his world. A prosecutor vanished in 2020. I think Luka gave the order. And another, an accountant who tried to leak financial data. Car crash. Too clean. And then of course, Antonia. I was there for that.” Her voice trailed off at the end, burned into her memory. “And then there was one more, I’m sure you’re already aware.”

At Maria’s raised eyebrow, she continues. “Tonight at the warehouse. He text me threatening the ‘other widow’. He sent me a picture of a blonde girl, she was pretty badly beaten up. I thought it was Yelena. That’s why I went. If I couldn’t save Antonia, I thought I could have Yelena.”

“We did find a body. She didn’t make it.”

Sienna nodded, solemnly. “There was also another judge, he was a little corrupt. I guess like me, in a way. He died, I don’t think it was Luka but I think it was an enemy of his. Maybe there’s something there.”

“Names?” Maria asked. Sienna gave them.

One after another.

Steve’s pen didn’t stop.

It felt like she was erasing pieces of herself with every answer.

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Natasha stood watching, arms crossed, face unreadable. But her jaw clenched tighter with each name Sienna gave, each truth she peeled back. Not just because of what was said but because of how long Sienna had lived with it.

She hadn't flinched once. Not even when she implicated herself.

Her heart slowed when she heard Yelena’s name, heard Sienna ran to her death alone thinking she would save her sister. Before she could break in there herself, Maria’s voice came through the speaker again.

⋆⋆⋆⋆

“Why now, Sienna?” Maria asked. “You could’ve run when we came into the picture. Even before, you could’ve buried this. We had no proof. Apart from Yelena, why go to the warehouse? Why tell us to come after you?”

Sienna looked up.

And this time, her eyes weren’t tired. They were certain. “Because I was already bleeding. Just hadn’t been shot yet.”

Steve’s pen paused. She went on. “Luka made me believe I could belong to something greater. Then he burned that belief down. I knew he was hurting people but the fact these people were war criminals or child traffickers, it was easy to forget. But when I saw Antonia? I knew he’d kill anyone. Even people I didn’t mean to put in danger. Even me.”

Maria’s expression softened, just slightly. “I wanted to choose something different. Just once. And I knew the cost.”

Steve nodded, not approval but understanding.

⋆⋆⋆⋆

Natasha turned away from the glass and exhaled, slow and deep.

“She’s not a threat anymore.” She said, quietly.

“No.” Maria’s voice came from behind her. “She never was. Not really.”

Natasha nodded once. But her hands were still clenched at her sides.

Because even knowing it was right didn’t mean it hurt any less.

“Natasha, we have to keep her here for a while. We need to present this and then figure out the next steps.”

“Then?”

“Then I’d hope she joins our legal team because we could really do with someone like her.” Maria almost jokes, trying to ease the tension. “See what sentence they come back with, hopefully we can work something out.”

“And will you? Honestly?”

“What?”

“Will you work something out for her? Help her?”

“Nat, I-“

Natasha gulped, heavily, eyes’s desperate. “And if you won’t do it for her in there, would you do it for me?”

“What are you asking me to do Natasha?”

“I don’t care what it takes Maria, I don’t care what I have to do or we have to do, I won’t let them put her behind bars.”

“Why? Why go to this much effort?”

“People get second chances all the time. Look at us? Clint didn’t shoot me. Bruce was taken in by SHIELD. Steve saved Bucky. Years of murder and blood on our hands yet someone like her, who’s only ever known pain and corruptness, is going to be thrown behind bars until we deem fit.”

“You’re right.” Maria sighed, she knew it all along but sometimes justice doesn’t work out the way we want.

“I’ll do what I can.”

[mooodyblue]

euphoria (part one) benny cross x fem!reader

summary: this is not what benny wanted. this is not what you wanted. but somehow, benny surprises you every time.

warnings: angst, mentions of sex, pregnancy, subtle abortion mention

a/n: wowieee i've posted something....is this real?? are yall still here?? 😩 anyway. this is just a build up. i wanted to see who was into this before i really start getting into it and truth be told i may still write it even if 2 people read it. based on my tumblr post from a year ago. let me know what yall think! help me brainstorm? also i wrote this year ago so be nice to me ok

wc: 2524

masterlist

“i’m benny.”

and i’m fucked.

you didn’t have any intention in staying in this musty bar. the plan was to come by, bring your friend some cash, and then dip. bars weren't your thing, they never were. not to mention that it was literally filled with nothing but bikers. you didn't really understand why your friend would want anything to do with people like them. oh, but stay, have a drink or two! was this a ploy to get you out of the house? maybe it was, but god, you wanted to go home. she left you to grab a couple drinks for the two of you, leaving you sat there nervously.

your eyes drifted around to all the men hanging around. a group was playing pool, everyone else was scattered around. guessing by the back of another dude’s jacket, you assumed their club was the vandals. your boyfriend would kill you if he knew you were hanging around this sort of place.

but your eyes drifted a little too much.

he had to be a kid, good lord. his eyes were so blue, his skin tan and his arms so big that you probably couldn't even wrap your entire hand around them. christ, he was beautiful. could a man even be beautiful? damn, your lingering eyes. you couldn't look way. he looked so young compared to everyone else here, but judging by his demeanor and the way he was hovered over the pool table—he was definitely part of the club.

you looked away quickly before he could notice you staring. your eyes lingered again, looking for your friend. where the hell was she?

that same kid suddenly appeared beside you, causing you to jump slightly as he pulled up a chair, sitting on it backwards. the two of you stared for a moment before he finally spoke up, his gentle yet deep voice speaking, “i’m benny.” he said, a gentle smile on his face

you blinked at him a few times, noticing his tattoos up close. did he seriously have his own name tattooed? “okay.” you blurted out, not knowing how to respond.

“okay.” he repeated back.

“i have a boyfriend.” you added on.

“okay.” and again.

he clearly wasn't a man of many words. the two of you just stared at eachother again, not saying much. your friend was still at the bar, chatting up some guy.

benny put his hands up defensively, “you got a boyfriend.” he was about to back off, but part of you wished he wouldn't have. he stood up and went back to his pool game, lighting a cigarette and going on with his night.

you decided you needed to get out of there, this was pointless. you needed some air, real air. the walk home was nice. crickets chirping, the streetlights lighting up the way home. it was peaceful until the sound of a revving bike was slowly making its way towards you. it caught up to you, slowly moving as it followed your every move.

you turned your head to look, and there he was again. benny.

“need a ride?”

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getting that ride from benny was probably the best and worst idea you could’ve ever agree to. he had you at the palm of his hand, sweeping you off your feet in a heartbeat. your boyfriend broke up with you the day after benny had brought you home—apparently he felt threatened despite you saying countless amount of times that benny was harmless. whatever, you weren’t feeling it anyways.

oh, but benny.

he asked you out after he invited you to their first meeting. he had you hop on his bike and took you for a long ride. being on his bike felt like magic, it was a feeling you’d never experienced before and somehow with him you always felt safe. you trusted him with everything in you, even if he really was nothing but trouble. sure, he got his ass beat every other week. hell, he threatened anyone who dared to lay a hand on you. except for that one time—but he learned his lesson.

but he was also stubborn. after he had his leg nearly broken off and after the incident that almost had your relationship in the garbage, you begged and begged for him to stop riding. something needed to change. you were so tired of almost losing him, not to mention how tired you were of him getting himself into trouble.

you knew what you were getting into when you started dating benny in the first place, but you didn’t think it’d be as bad as it actually is.

your relationship was not like a typical relationship at all. there were no cute dates, majority of your dates were at one of the vandals picnics or he was taking you out for a ride. maybe on a rare night, you’d be in front of the tv with him, curled up against each other and watching a silly movie. but really, that was all it was to it. oh, but you were having plenty of sex. he was animalistic and by god, the best you’d ever had. you loved him. you loved him so much.

the more time went by, the more down bad you were for him. the guys were practically family to you. johnny couldn’t believe benny got himself a girl and that your relationship lasted this long. benny was teased about it too. he’d gone soft for sure, even if he refused to admit it. maybe that’s why he acted out so much—he didn’t want to show that maybe he did in fact go a little bit soft. only for you, though. just you.

then you started living together and even then, you rarely saw him. sometimes he’d disappear for days on end. benny wouldn’t contact you, not a single call or text and you were just supposed to forgive him every single time. obviously, you did forgive him every time.

except the one time he did run away—you weren’t sure if you wanted to forgive him.

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three years was a long time, but benny wasn’t quite ready to settle down just yet. you didn’t think he’d ever be ready to settle down. being part of the club and riding was such a huge part of his life, but so were you. one or the other had to come first, he just wasn’t sure which one should. the answer was easy for you.

then your period was suddenly late. it was one day, five days, suddenly a week. fuck. maybe it was stress. what were you stressed out about? maybe the future, the state of your relationship?

you’d always been careful with benny. every. single. time. he didn’t want a slip up, he’d been so strict about it every time. a baby was the last thing he needed right now. but sometimes benny wondered what it’d be like. a little..being…made of both you and him. a disaster? maybe a blessing? if he thought about it too much, he’d start to spiral and he hated thinking about the future. he wasn’t fit to be a father, maybe he didn’t want kids. yeah, thats it.

a quick trip to the drug store and three tests later in your bathroom—there it was. the pink lines on the sticks stared right at you. it was taunting you in some way. it felt like someone laughing in her face, telling her well, no shit you’re pregnant! the lines were so clear, so obvious and christ, you were so fucked.

now what? do you get this problem taken care of and not tell benny? that’d be evil. he deserved to know, he had to know. he’d be pissed if you didn’t tell him. your relationship was an odd one, sure. he wasn’t always truthful about where he was half of the time, but lying about something as big as being pregnant didn’t compare to him running off and riding to another state for three days to get some air.

the sound of boots clacking against the hardwood floor interrupted your thoughts. benny was home. you quickly discarded the boxes, wrappers, even the tests, burying them all deep in the garbage. benny wouldn’t dig in the trash, it’d be fine. you’ll just think on what to do for a little while, it wasnt time to tell him just yet.

“baby, oh–” benny stopped in his tracks, looking at you. he stood there in his boots, his vandals jacket on him to show he was obviously out riding. “you alright?” you hated when he didn’t take his boots off before coming into the house.

“i’m pregnant.” you blurted out. wow, there goes that.

he furrowed his brows at you, “what?” he had a confused look on his face, “you kiddin’, right?”

“um…” you were mentally cursing at yourself for blurting it out. you didn’t even have a second to think on it. “....yeah, no. no. i’m…” you rubbed the back of your neck, “yeah, i’m..i’m a week late. i just..” you sighed, admitting defeat and digging the tests back out of the garbage to show him.

benny took the tests into his hand, looking at them closely. “could they be faulty?” he asked. “a mistake..yea…you got another one? take another one.”

“benny, i took three tests.” you crossed your arms, “it’s practically screaming at me saying i’m preg–”

“don’t say that word.” he interrupted, shaking his head. “you’re not. no way in hell, y/n.”

the way he was suddenly speaking to you was so offputting. you knew he wouldn’t be thrilled, but he didn’t have to be so harsh about it. “benny, this is real.”

he looked down at the tests again before looking at you, a certain glare in his eyes. he didn’t say a word, but his brain was going a million miles an hour. he took in a sharp breath, shaking his head and quickly leaving the bathroom.

your eyes widened, seeing him rush out to the front door, going back to his bike. “benny!” you called out, following him outside. he revved up his bike, not saying a word to you once again. “benny, you can’t be serious!” but he was serious. so serious that he drove off quickly on his bike, leaving you alone once again.

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you didn’t hear from benny for two weeks. this was the longest he’d been away from you. you never took benny as the type to run off in this situation, at least forever. you contacted the club, you and johnny went on a manhunt to find him. at this point, the only two people who knew you were pregnant was him and benny. you didn’t mean to tell johnny, but it slipped out.

benny was still nowhere to be found and at this point, you've accepted that he’s probably going to be one of those deadbeat fathers that run off forever and never come back. this decision was definitely up to you now and you had to make it fast.

unfortunately, you were in no position to have a baby on your own. the last thing you wanted to do was raise benny’s kid especially on your own. you scheduled an appointment at a clinic, your decision was final.

but the day before your appointment, benny showed up at your front door. he looked like he hadn't slept in days, he looked a complete mess.

you opened the door in surprise, eyes widened as you looked him up and down. do you insult him? kick him out? this was his home too. “you're an asshole.” was all you could say.

benny took in a deep breath, “let me talk to you.” he breathed out, “please, baby. lemme talk to you.”

“you left me alone for weeks, benny. are you expecting me to forgive you this time?” you asked.

“no.” he quickly replied, “no, i-i’m not. i just…let me talk to ya. please?”

you caved, opening the door more for him to wander in. his damn boots, messing up your hardwood floor again….”i’ve made up my mind.” you said, shutting the door and turning to look at him.

he looked at you, a nervous look on his face. he wasn't one to show emotion, unless it was anger. you hadn't even seen him cry except for that whole leg–almost–getting–cut–off thing. he suddenly reached into his pocket, your old pregnancy test in hand. you didn't know if you found that endearing, weird or a bit gross.

“i thought about it.” he said, “i thought long and hard and…i realize that me leaving wasn't good on my part—”

“it wasn't.” you chipped in.

“goddammit, let me—” he slammed his fist on the wall, breathed in and out, trying to control his temper. “i’m sorry.” he looked sincere for once, “i wanna do this.” he shook the stick in his hand, “with you…i wanna do this.”

that wasn’t the response you were expecting at all. you weren’t sure how to respond to him let alone tell him that you already scheduled an appointment to get it taken care of literally for tomorrow. “benny…”

“no, listen to me.” he interrupted. “i love you. i wanna do this. i-i’m not a kid no more, i know i’m all kinds of fucked up, but i love you and if i’m gonna do this with anyone it’s gotta be with you, baby. i’m ready.”

you could tell benny was serious. this whole situation was serious, this wasn’t something one could change their minds on. it was a baby, a real human being that needed to be raised the right way. you weren’t sure if benny was ready for that even if he said otherwise. there were so many questions on your mind, so many things to be concerned about. you’d seen him with johnny’s kids and god, he was painfully awkward sometimes. even johnny didn’t know if benny had what it takes.

“i have an appointment tomorrow.” you finally spoke, “i was..gonna take care of it myself.”

“what do you mean?” he asked, eventually realizing what you meant. “oh…no. no, no. baby, please.” he begged, taking ahold of your arms. “i’m serious about this, please—you can’t…”

the look in his eyes said it all, pleading with you. he looked like he was about to get on his hands and knees and beg, cry, anything to get you to change his mind. “i find it really hard to trust you, benny.”

“i’m gonna change.” he nodded, “i’m gonna…i’m gonna cut back on the ridin’...spend more time with you, talk to the club..we’ll figure this out, we always work it out.” he cupped your cheeks, gazing right into your eyes. “i won’t run out on you again. i promise, believe me.”

“why should i believe you?” you asked him.

“do you love me?” his voice was soft, his face inching closer to yours.

you breathed in a sharp breath, “yeah.” you whispered. “i do. sometimes i wish i didn’t.”

he gave you a soft smile, pressing his lips against your forehead. “then lets have a baby.”

[rukorukie]

ok hopefully this works this time 😭

what i was meant to ask was could you draw zaike, ena and a character of your choice interacting with each other please 🥺. i really like seeing how everyone vibes (or doesnt!) and i'm currently rotating everyones ocs in my head like a spinning cockroach 🪳

please and thank you!!! 🚂 👍

HELLO I AM SO SO SORRY FOR TAKING THIS LONG I AM FINALLY DONE!!!! After a thousand hours of procrastination its finally here!

The girlies taking a photo!!

Yap fest under the cut mueehwheh

So, since on the previous ask you sent me you asked for the two enas, i drew them both!

They met, had a really good time chatting but ENA had to go, so they took a pic so they could remember the moment, although, I don't think ENA and Penio enjoyed the idea very much...

And about the another character of my choice, I got too lazy and it would take me another thousand years to draw them!! So imagine its Froggy taking the picture...(AUGEKWUGIWJPRU2OD) ok imagine him trying not to giggle because of zaike. Ok.

Also, Zaike is quite tall (1,76cm) so she had to crouch down a little to get on their size, i love my tall queen

Anywaaays thank you for coming to my ted talk and i hope you enjoy it! Cus i clearly did!! Buh byeee see ya soon!!1!!1 (imma do your another request soon...)

[manifestingitgurlll]

this reminds me of when i manifested passing my test. if any of u remember, the day before, i got a hate ask saying i was stupid for not studying, i was gonna fail, loa is a cult, blah blah blah.

and yk, it actually triggered me a lot. i felt myself identifying with ego again thinking "hm maybe i should study. maybe im being stupid. theres no way ill pass without studying."

but i caught myself. i stopped and redirected my thoughts. reminded myself that was just the ego trying to get to me one more time. but i wasn't going to let that happen! i KNEW i was going to pass. i wasn't going to believe in a lie, why would i? i continued to persist in my knowing, and the next day, i passed the test.

in a way, i feel like these situations are kinda a test?? like idk, have u ever read where people say right before your manifestations come, something happens to throw you off and make you give up? thats some loa stuff i know lol but idk i feel like its some sort of manifestation from the ego??

like ok. we know awareness is what creates. before i took the test, i was still scared i wouldnt pass(even tho i knew i would). that was the ego talking. but i was still aware of that feeling since im aware of ego. i identify with it at some point, even if briefly. and so then the physical reflects. it reflected a situation that made me feel that feeling (someone sending a hate ask saying i should study cause i won't pass).

here. i always have a nagging feeling that im deluded and reality actually is real and im wasting my time (even tho i know thats not true). this is the ego. im aware of that feeling. i identify with it, maybe for the shortest time. so once again, physical reflects a situation that makes me feel that feeling (me being recognized by someone).

LIKE IDK. maybe im digging too deep and making stuff up. but it feels like the egos last resort. like it knows its grip is slipping, cause i obviously have moved on to a new story. and when i refuse to go back to the old story, and i continue to know, it finally dissolves.

what do u guys think??

[z-eel]

Ok but what if regulus gets rented out for the night? What then zeel? 👀😏

you want a continuation of the other ask?? I strayed a little but idk the fic lowkey took up life of its own lol...

no other way to say it but Regulus getting rented would be absolutely fucking brutal. his fee would twice the usual price. he'd be tied and blindfolded, occasionally gagged because even though his body is being used he refuses to let just anyone in his mouth.

he's whiny and needy and gets slapped a lot trying to get him to shut up. it never works, it eventually becomes its own side game, fuck Regulus silent and you get to have him the rest of the night free of change.

Barty tried the most, comes in and spend the better part of two hours doing whatever he wants. he gets desperate and calls Remus over to hold down, ask him to hald his hands back keep him still but Regulus still managed to crying a moan to speak over the gag, faster, harder. come on Crouch, is that all you got

it would get annoying to save the least. the way Regulus always managed to have something to say, make his presence known. not even the usually stoic Evan was spared from Regulus insults, although always through the marauders picked up on the fact that Regulus would do it on purpose.

even Marlene and Dorcas who are known on having a rather laid back had their patience tested at times.

speak around his gag, make his suppose dissatisfaction known, while his ass was bright red and cum dripping out of his well used cunt.

hell the boys wouldn't even try to touch him. no they would fuck his mouth. aching from being held open and kinda locked in place.

it's Remus first, then James with Sirius deciding to jerk off to the sight and cums over his face before sliding his cock all over his cheek and holding off from just sticking it between pretty pink lips, all swollen and covered in cum and drool.

Peter decides to just keep Regulus mouth full. and every time he tires to bob his head or suck on the tip Peter will take it out and wait until Regulus learns to sit and behave with uttering a single sound.

its Peter who wins the bet because next time they tech Regulus is a sleep with his mouth this wrapped around Peter, cum and drool sliding down his chin.

Peter takes care of Regulus while the other try and count the money. Remus ends up counting the money while James has Sirius bent over, hair being pulled because Sirius is a jealous bitch who hates seeing his bother have any attention.

Pater always preferred Regulus to Sirius tho. it was no secret.

James was still inside of him when Remus went to the bathroom to hurry Peter and Regulus up only to Regulus desperately rising Peter as he was mouth into the mouth that covering his hand. Remus rolled his eyes when Peter smirked at him.

'Sirius is very loud... we did try to be quick tho.'

'get cleaned up. and come out. we gotta talk about the extra money.'

'come on moons can't you just figure it out yourself?"

'if it was a couple hundred over sure not when we've made four times our original goal.'

that put a pause in Peter's fucking. not for long because now he had Regulus pressed against a wall, pushing into him harder until his mouth wasn't enough to hide his moans.

'fuck, it's so hot to think how people paid to have a taste of this pretty little cunt of yours when I get to have it all for free.'

Remus rolled his eyes and closed the door when Regulus moans got louder.

he was going to get a headache, and as if trained for it the moment Remus sat down Sirius pulled off of a still panting James and got to his knees in front of Remus, and already undoing his pants to take his cock out and give the mastermind of this whole operation a little bit a relief.

[usercowboy]

obsessed with your adults fics and need to know your headcanons for all the characters (it doesn’t matter what its about)

HI ANON THANK YOU SOSO MUCHSIES!!!! THERE WILL BE MORE!!!!!

this is so fun omg i will be doing bullet points completely out of order character wise because i do have a couple ok yay. also? this got a little long my sincerest apologies.

both samir and paul baker are the type to say "uh, compliments to the chef" at a restaurant (the uh is mandatory by the way. samir says with with a clap and a nod and pb says it with his most charming smile.)

issa and billie have a competitive duolingo streak

or they did before it became ai slop and one time anton tried to join but he's genuinely terrible at learning other languages and gave up after a day and a half

i feel like anton would try to start a podcast (like owen!) and paul baker would listen to every single episode ofc. it'd flop at first but eventually a clip on tiktok would go mega viral because pb entered anton's room while he was recording to deliver a plate of cut fruit, kiss him sweetly, and leave with a wave to the camera

the internet eats it up

the rest of them are incredibly jealous. of course they get to go viral.

they definitely smoke way more weed than was shown. especially billie and pb (her first scene was her high! c'mon)

timeline wise this is my truth and will be included in all of my fics:

anton started crushing on pb in e2 and he felt super guilty saying pb should move in bc he knew what he was feeling wasn't platonic

but ultimately he wanted his boy around!!

i think billie is absolutely horrible at doing accents

^ but i do think her and samir go out on platonic lunch dates together pretending to be a foreign couple from like ireland or australia and talk to all the waiters in a terrible accent (i'm PRO the billiesamir agenda i WILL include it in a fic at some point)

anton sings!! he sang a liiiiittle at the end of popcorn forest but i think when he's actually trying he's very good

paul baker plays acoustic guitar

issa plays the piano!!! i'm so passionate about this one she started it young and her love of music is what fueled her love of dance as a child.

paul baker is a middle child sandwiched between two sisters. also passionate about this one.

in high school, issa organized the march for our lives protests

also issa's bi this is my biggest adults agenda. issa WILL have a girlfriend in s2 idc idcccccc someone get her in a sapphic relationship STAT

i think those are the ones coming to mind rn but know they all exist in my brain constantly and i'm constantly rotating them around like rotisserie chicken :D