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alonetimelover · 2 months

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pairing: Newey!reader x Lando Noriss

fc: Sydney Sweeney

summary: When Redbull - the team she supported since being a child - didn't want to let her design the 2023 car, she needed to find someone that would. Here came McLaren, which she brought back to life. And maybe she helped one driver, too. Not only behind the wheel.

warnings: swearing, misogynistic comments

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mclaren

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mclaren Look who's here at the Bahrain Circuit 💋 ynnewey

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ynnewey hello, admin! please take more photos of me when they turn out like this!!!

⤷ mclaren ON IT, BOSS

⤷ landogirly not admin being in love with yn

⤷ mclaren don't act like you're not

maxverstappen1 Traitor.

⤷ ynnewey go away, maximilian. don't you have a test to do?

⤷ maxverstappen1 Done and ready to beat you

⤷ ynnewey it's a long game, babes

⤷ maxverstappen1 We'll see about that

oscarpiastri need to work on that manicure

⤷ ynnewey only if you do one with me

landonorris that's not papaya

⤷ ynnewey I'm learning, landoooo. give me some credit

⤷ landonorris you're new(ey) to it, i get it

⤷ norizzlann that was so bad lando

⤷ formula1fan93 norizz lando at his best

landogirly why is nobody talking about max and yn flirting in the comments?????

⤷ ynneweyfan flirting?? they've been friends for years. and Max is in a relationship

⤷ maxfan93 well, they did date when they were younger

⤷ landogirly NO WAY???? WHY DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT IT??

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f1gossippage

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f1gossippage YN NEWEY was seen arriving at the McLaren Technology Centre after the rather disastrous Bahrain Grand Prix.

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landogirly yn newey in you we trust 🙏🙏🙏

landonorizz please please please we need upgrades

ynneweyfan yn yn yn our saviour

formula1fan93 can she really upgrade them from those engine failures? it's like building another car

formula1fan99 i so want upgrades because without them max is going to be 20 sec in front of everybody....

hater9 working in that?? yeah sure

⤷ ynneweyfan have you heard of changing rooms? and something called working clothes? and maybe, just maybe thought about not commenting on people's appearances?

hater59 you think she'll help you, McLaren? suuuure

hater83 yet another failure

hater99 what is she even going to do? powder the side of the car and put mascara on it?

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mclaren

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mclaren Home race week! And look who is back in the paddock?! Our favourite ynnewey is back with her magic!

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mclaren oh, look! lando and oscar are here, too... hello, boys

ynnewey I'm blushing, admin... where are you??

⤷ mclaren wherever you need me

⤷ ynneweyfan SIMP!

⤷ mclaren ynneweyfan and I am PROUD OF IT

landonorris it's an honour to be remembered when the YN Newey is in the paddock

⤷ oscarpiastri and they even included us in photos!!!!

⤷ ynnewey more enthusiasm, boys

landonorris YN NEWEY IS IN THE PADDOCK????? NO WAY !!!!

⤷ ynnewey that's better, thank you

oscarpiastri HAVE YOU SEEN HER??? QUEEN !!!

⤷ ynnewey you're winning this round Oscar

⤷ landonorris boooo

landogirly MOTHER IS BACK

landogirly mother please say you bring podium worthy upgrades

⤷ ynnewey 👀

ynneweyfan is this yn newey fan account?

⤷ mclaren duh

maxverstappen1 Who are you supporting with that boring outfit?

⤷ ynnewey go away you and your RB merch

⤷ maxverstappen1 Gladly. P1 is awaiting

⤷ landonorris now even a moment without you

⤷ maxverstappen1 Cry about it, I won't see it from the front row

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ynnewey added to her IG story!

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ynnewey

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ynnewey P2 and P3 after quali and P2 and P4 after the race???? im so proud of my papaya boys!!! oscarpiastri my favourite rookie and landonorris the menace that you are (stop stealing my phone) CONGRATULATIONS 🎉🎉🎉🎉

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oscarpiastri wouldn't be possible without the upgrades you and the team brought us!

⤷ ynnewey now i need you on the podium, i cleared mys storage to take LOTS of photos

⤷ oscarpiastri protect your phone from lando or it's gonna be his face only

⤷ landonorris i have a very nice face to look at, thank you

maxverstappen1 Not even a photo or a word about my win? Are we friends?

⤷ ynnewey people are bored max, go away winning somewhere else

⤷ maxverstappen1 Nah, I like beating your boy

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⤷ maxverstappen1 Nah, I like beating your 'papaya boys'

landonorris podium in our home race! LFG BABYYYYYY

⤷ ynnewey please stop taking selfish on my phone

⤷ landonorris i know you love it

landonorris all thanks to you and the team

⤷ ynnewey stop it! or im gonna blush

⤷ landonorris you'll match that pretty lipstick

ynneweyfan WE ARE BACK BABY !!!!

ynneweyfan YN YN YN THE QUEEN THAT YOU ARE

landogirly lando podium after this disastrous beginning of the season???? we are so back

landofan92 so we're not talking about all this flirting in the comments??? my boy is smitten

maxfan93 the way that Max praised YN's job saying that no team has been closer this year to overtake him and make him lose positions

⤷ ynneweyfan he knows what's up!

landoynfan WHY ARE YOU NOT TALKING ABOUT MAX'S DELETED COMMENT? WHO IS HER BOY?????

⤷ landogirly only one true answer - Lando

⤷ ynneweyfan please be true please be true please be true

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f1gossippage

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f1gossippage New F1 power couple unlocked? Today, fans spotted McLaren driver, Lando Norris, and McLaren designer, YN Newey, at the Max Verstappen yacht in Monaco!

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ynneweyfan OH GOD

ynneweyfan I don't want to believe rumours and those photos could be taken in an unfortunate moment but my delusion is taking me places

landogrily LANDO HAS GAME TO PULL THE YN NEWEY???

landofan93 is that really them?

f1fan92 is it even legal? don't they work together?

⤷ landofan93 it all depends on company policy, i think

maxandynfan i love how max is their third wheel or the wingman

⤷ ynneweyfan YES! simultaneously being her ex??? i love when people who loved each other once can still manage being friends

⤷ ynsmybestie yn said multiple times that Max is her first love and she could never stop loving him. max said the same about not being able to forget your first love but converting it from the romantic to almost domestic

⤷ ynneweyfan yes! and the way Kelly and P love her is undeniable

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landonorris and ynnewey added to their IG stories!

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Watch: Oscar and Lando take the lie detector test! from McLaren YouTube channel!

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ynnewey and landonorris added to their IG stories!

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ynnewey

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ynnewey 💐🫶

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danielricciardo my photos made it to the dump, i know that's right

⤷ ynnewey couldn't resist really, danny

maxverstappen1 IT IS CONFIRMED ?!

⤷ ynnewey this is the most excitement you showed in the last few years

⤷ maxverstappen1 Because you didn't update the situation to me!

⤷ ynnewey Muffins?

⤷ maxverstappen1 😊

oscarpiastri second post in a row to make an appearance 🤗 are you playing favourites?

⤷ ynnewey shhhh, someone might get jealous

landonorris nice flowers

⤷ ynnewey thx!

landogirly STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM

landogirly STAY FREAKING CALM

landogirly MY WIFE IS SOFT LAUNCHING??? AND IT'S NOT ME?

landogirly cannot believe that lando bagged a baddie like yn

ynneweyfan EXCUSE ME

ynneweyfan orange flowers ✔️ cutie patootie boyfriend ✔️ slightly spicy mirror photo ✔️ THIS IS WHAT I CALL THE SOFT LAUNCH

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hater94 oh so now oscar can be sure to be forgotten on new upgrades, eh?

hater03 don't you work together?

hater93 now we know how and why you got the job

⤷ landonorris Hard work, sleepless nights and unimaginable amount of hours studying, understanding and perfecting all the concepts to upgrade our cars to fight for podiums? Yes, this is exactly how and why YN got the job.

⤷ landogirly LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!!!

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landonorris

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landonorris nothing soft about us

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ynnewey what is this caption???

⤷ landonorris come to the living room and find out

⤷ danielricciardo LANDO! you're a baby! STOP IT

⤷ maxverstappen1 That's disgusting.

ynnewey Loooooove youuuu 🫶

⤷ landonorris nah, I love you ❤️

maxverstappen1 You are very welcome. And now stop smooching near me, that's disgusting

⤷ ynnewey boooo

danielricciardo little lando has a girlfriend 🥹

oscarpiastri Favourism!

⤷ landonorris oh shut up

⤷ ynnewey You're still my favourite, Oscah

⤷ landonorris excuse me???

landogirly HARD LAUNCH

ynneweyfan the hottest couple on the paddock

landofan93 yn looking like a goddess she is

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landofan84 not him getting a girlfriend before me

landofan02 bagged a baddie and is going to throw it at our faces at any point he gets

⤷ landonorris you are so right

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missnxthingg · 3 months

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I KNOW PLACES ✮ LN4

pairing: Lando Norris x gf!reader (secret dating & childhood best friends to lovers) summary: Lando Norris and (Y/N) just started their relationship after years being best friends, but they are afraid that making things public might ruin what they worked so hard to build (based on 'I Know Places' by Taylor Swift) words: 3.8K - warnings: a few swear words and pure fluff! author's notes: Back into the fanfiction world, this time stepping into my newest obsession: F1. I hope you enjoy this new era!

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You stand with your hand on the waistline. It's a scene and we're all here in plain sight. I can hear them whisper as we pass by. It's a bad sign.

(Y/N) didn't know what was happening to her body. Maybe it was the hot weather in Monaco for the race weekend, or the small amount of breakfast she had before leaving the house. But every inch of her being was tingling, and it felt weird being under her skin. Out of all the times she had ever stepped into a Formula One paddock, this was the first one she ever felt like she was about to faint. After all, everyone was onto to find out her little secret.

Lando Norris, her best friend since she was only four, was at the McLaren garage when she arrived with all of his other friends. He was just doing his job; talking to sponsors and being the sunshine boy he has always been, making a good impression on people that needed to be impressed by him. But the conversation between Zac Brown and one of his team’s investors was long forgotten when his eyes spotted (Y/N) in the middle of the crowd.

She was simply walking alongside Max and his girlfriend, Pietra, when their eyes crossed in the paddock. Lando cracked the biggest smile and fixed his eyes on hers for a second, only to get his attention called by Zac again. He was soon dragged into the conversation again, only to be dismissed a few seconds later. Then, he played a whole scene, worthy of a goodman Oscar film.

The wind was blowing on his hair as he paraded towards her in the paddock, his curls moving beautifully with the pace. His hands were resting on his waistline, one of them sneaking under his McLaren shirt. She always thought he looked beautiful in his work attired, but damn it, this time Lando looked flawless in them. He had a soft smile resting on his lips and he could feel the heart beating out of his chest, wanting to jump onto (Y/N) from the second he saw her. Yet, he played it cool for the entire walk towards her. Nobody could know about them.

At that point, it had been three months and a couple of weeks since Lando and (Y/N) had finally got together after years of unconditional love and pinning after the other. They had met at a very early age, when their fathers used to golf at the same field every Saturday morning, and had been best friends ever since. After a while, they just couldn’t deny that their friendship had become something else, after years of her coming to all of his races in karting, F3 and, later on, F1. After all the times he rooted for her in university and had taken care of her when things got too rough. They just couldn’t deny they were in love with each other.

But Lando’s experiences with public relationships hadn’t been exactly… pleasant. So they both agree, after much talk, to keep it a secret from everyone to not ruin anything between them. This was too precious, and delicate, to have the bad energy bring them down right at the beginning of things. And ever since then, they had been so good at doing so. Yet, his fans had caught that something had shifted in the long term friendship. So now, they had to be very, extremely, careful.

“Took you too long”, he commented, shrugging as he stood right in front of (Y/N).

“Max was really enjoying the courtesy breakfast from the hotel”, she smiled at him, looking at his face right through her lashes. Lando just couldn’t help it, thinking she looked too cute, and he wrapped his arms around her, face burying in the crook of her neck.

“I’m glad you’re here”, he kept his voice low, only for her to hear it.

“Always”, she sneaked a kiss on his cheek before he moved onto talking to Max and Pietra.

Lando has showed affection for (Y/N) so many times before, with the hugs and tiny kisses here and there, but everybody knew it was different this time. Maybe it was the long starings or how they’d linger longer on the hugs. Or maybe it was him wanting to be around her every second he could. But the gossip social media pages and the whispers were getting louder. (Y/N) noticed it when they walked towards the McLaren motorhome, one of his hands soft resting in the middle of her back.

“Did you see that?” One girl whispered to her friend as she passed by, but (Y/N) couldn’t listen to the reply. All the whispers were deafening, and she wanted to scream. They weren’t a good sign.

Something happens when everybody finds out. See the vultures circling, dark clouds. Love’s a fragile little flame, it could burn out.

When Lando finally closed the doors to his driver room, (Y/N) felt the weight being lifted from her shoulders. She audibly sighed, and her boyfriend looked at her in worry. For a second, they looked at each other and laughed at their situation. They were damned.

“They are 100% onto us”, (Y/N) whined and Lando agreed with a nod, before pulling his girl for a hug. “Shit, we were doing so great with the hiding. I thought it was really going to last”.

“My fans should be hired as private investigators, I swear to God”, he joked before pulling her face up for a kiss. “Didn’t get a good morning one when I woke up”.

“Well, I can’t help it if you’re an early bird”, she giggled, leaving countless small pecks on his lips again. “I was tired from last night”.

“I finish you off just good, didn’t I?” He cheekily smirked before turning to his closet, pulling the fireproof undergarments he was required to wear before the suit.

“I didn’t need to know that”, Max commented as he opened the door and quickly was scoffed by Lando.

“Didn’t invite you to the conversation, mate. Get the fuck off my room!” Lando joked, but Max still found his spot on the couch. Pietra came in a few seconds later, settling close to (Y/N) just so they could laugh at the boys.

“We came in to say good luck on the race”, Pietra said, pulling Lando for a quick hug. “We know we’re late and that you need a moment with our girl. But just wanted to wish you the best”.

“She came to wish you the best. I came for the A/C”, Max joked, closing his eyes with the nice temperature of the room. Lando threw a cushion at him, making everyone laugh. Their brotherhood was the best. “But you know, we’ll be rooting for you and shit”.

“I know, mate”, Lando held his hand out to Max, who got up with his friends help. Even though they banter all the time, the boys hugged and smiled with their interaction. Just like (Y/N), Max had been there for Lando for as long as he could remember.

“We’ll let you alone with your lucky charm”, Max winked at (Y/N), who smiled widely at him.

They had barely closed the door when Lando attacked his girlfriend’s lips once again. (Y/N) was taken by surprise when she got lifted off the floor once again, but quickly melted into the kiss, slowing the speed down just to the soft pace that she liked.

“Easy there”, she said against his lips.

“My lucky charm”, he said back, not stopping the kiss for a single second. “Gonna make me get a podium just by being here. I got pole yesterday just because of you”.

“That’s what I’m talking about”, she smiled, breaking the kiss apart to speed him up. “Come on, you need to get dressed”.

“Wanna see me naked that badly?”, he joked, taking off his shirt to start changing into his race attired.

“I don’t need that. I already saw it last night”, she winked and Lando melted, bursting into laughing.

“I love you because we have the same sense of humour”, he took off his trousers, giving his girlfriend the view he knew she wanted to see.

“Well, but it’s never a bad sight to see”, (Y/N) smiled. Behind closed doors, it was so easy for them to be a couple. Her heart felt safe and it was like no one in the world could harm them. But anxiety always gets the best of her. One moment she was laughing and joking, and the other she was on the verge of hyperventilation.

Lando noticed it, though. “What’s wrong with you?”, he sat next to her, only wearing his underwear, when he saw the quick change of humour on his girl. From the very first moment he laid her eyes on her in the paddock, he could sense she was off.

“I love you so much, you know?” (Y/N) let a tear fall down for relief, and Lando quickly wiped it off with his thumb. “I don’t want them to ruin what we have”.

“They won’t ruin this, I promise you”, he pressed a long kiss to her cheekbone and she spilled a few more salty tear, they met his lips in seconds. “You’re safe inside my heart”.

“I can just see them ruining this for us, you know? The public”, she admitted. “The whispers and the blurry distanced images on social media. The comments.”

“I told you not to read the comments, baby”, Lando shook his head in disapproval and (Y/N) shrugged. “My love, this thing between us has been here for years. If everybody finds out, I will do everything that I can to protect you and what we have, okay? Don’t worry about it”.

“Okay”, she replied, hugging him once again. “I love you, Lan”.

“I love you too. So much”, he admitted, kissing the crown of her head.

Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns. They are the hunters, we are the foxes. And we run.

Before he went on to continue with his pre-race routine, Lando stayed in his room for a while longer, just letting his girlfriend hold him for a little while. He was fucking terrified of the Monaco Grand Prix, specially because the race was very tricky; a driver against track kind of race. So having his girl alongside him calmed his heart. He had pole position. He was going to make it all worth it.

“Remember that I’m always with you”, she kissed him again before they got out of the room.

All Lando wanted to do was hold her hand until he was required to be inside his car, but since their situation was delicate and everyone already thought they were together, he just couldn’t risk it. So he held her hand for as long as he could, but had to let it go by the time they got close to the sea of photographers, all waiting for the pilots. (Y/N) stayed behind, ready to meet Max and Pietra to watch the race from the hospitality. He got one last look at her, who waved at him, giving a shot of confidence to his body. He could do it. And most importantly, he was going to give everything to bring this win to his girl.

Max quickly found (Y/N) lost between the crowd and pulled her to sit with all of Lando’s friends. The race was about to start, and the cars would be out at any second now. And yet, all she could think of was a group of people, sitting right behind her, and whispering while staring at her back. Annoyed, she turned around and squinted her eyes at them, making the group shut up. They were one hundred percent talking about Lando and her; it was visible because of the way they stared at her wrist, with one of his bracelets shinning brightly for the whole world to see. She brought it up to her hand, holding the number 4 charm between her fingers. It would be fine.

“I know why you’re like this for the entire morning”, Max whispered close to her ear. “Don’t worry about people. He loves you so much. Nothing bad is going to happen”.

“Yeah, I know that”, she nodded at him. “I love him so much too”.

(Y/N) let go of the bracelet, only to hold Max’s hands. They had been best friends too for the longest time. So after Lando, he was the one who provided her so much comfort and safety. Pietra did too, so it was nice when she left her post next to her boyfriend to hug (Y/N).

Baby, I know places we won’t be found. And they’ll be chasing their tails trying to track us down. Cause I know places we can hide.

Lando wasn’t a great fan of alcohol, but the taste of champagne on his lips after finishing P2 in Monaco felt so good. A weight taken off his shoulders to have finished on the podium. It wasn’t a win, but it was definitely the best result he had in his mind. “I’m just glad I finished the race”, he thought.

Staring down the podium, he found his girlfriend standing so excitedly for him, jumping up and down with the result. And as if it was possible, his smile widened at the sight and he shook the bottle to splash just enough to reach her downstairs. He was so happy. Genuinely happy, on top of the world, and no one was going to bring him down.

The post race interviews were taking too long for him, who desperately wanted to celebrate with his team, his friends and (Y/N). But when his PR team finally called him back to the garage, he went rushing to see the people he adored the most. He hugged a few people from his team as he arrived, and Max was the first friend he found and shared a long hug. From over his bestie’s shoulders, he spotted (Y/N) standing behind, with proud tears brimming her eyes and a big smile painted on her face. Lando immediately let go off Max and pulled his girlfriend just to hold her for a few seconds.

They could hear the cameras clicking around them and the people calling Lando, but he was in a trance. When (Y/N) was there, it was like the entire world didn’t exist. He was P2 in Monaco; the race that stresses him out so much from the very early moments of his career. And his girlfriend, the person he loved the most in the world since he was a little kid, was there to celebrate it with him. Life couldn’t get any better.

“My boy”, she whispered in his ear, her mouth very well hidden between them so no one could read her lips. “I’m so proud of you. I love you so much”.

“Thank you for being here. I love you more, baby”, his lips were also hidden, and it pained him that he just couldn’t openly say those words to her. “I can’t wait to kiss you, oh my God. I’m going insane”.

“Just a few more minutes”, she held his face between her hands and pressed a kiss to his cheek before giving space for other friends to talk to him.

Zac Brown took the longest time with Lando, giving him the post race pep talk he always needed. And by the end of it, at the rush of the moment, he admitted his new relationship to his boss, who laughed at the admission.

“I knew you were head over heels for this girl”, Zac said, giving Lando a few taps on the shoulder.

“We’re just keeping it a secret, between the closest friends, so nobody can ruin it”, Lando added to his confession. “But, yeah, (Y/N) is my dream girl and you know me. Can’t keep shit from anyone. I just wanted you to know”.

“Go celebrate it with her! You still have a few hours until we fly to Spain for the next race. Take her somewhere nice”.

“Where? This whole city is crowded with paparazzi and cameras. I just can’t risk it, Zac”.

“I know a place you can take her”.

Lights flash and we’ll run for the fences. Let them say what they want, we won’t hear it. Loose lips sink ships all the damn time. Not this time.

His driver room was getting too small to fit his love for (Y/N), and Lando felt like those four walls would eventually burst from the flames of his heart. He was getting irritated by having to hide it from everyone. But having her holding him and pressing delicate kisses to his face made him feel like everything was going to be just fine.

“I want to go out to celebrate it with you. Properly, as boyfriend and girlfriend”.

“Very funny, Lan”, she crossed her arms and he arched his brows at her attitude. “If you can magically find a public place, we can just be boyfriend and girlfriend without the prying eyes, I’ll gladly let you take me there”.

“Lucky for you, I have the best boss in the world.”

The paddock was absolute mayhem after the race, specially the bridge that connects it to the marina, where all the boats were anchored for the weekend. Lando tried to be subtle with (Y/N), not holding her hand as they walked in public, but after almost losing her among the people and the cameras flashing on his eyes. With much effort, he found her hands and laced them together, just so they wouldn’t get lost.

“Lando, what are you doing? People will see us”.

“Let them say what they want. I don’t fucking care”, he tightened his hold on her hand and dragged her to the marina. There were a lot of parties happening around the docks, with people enjoying their time post race to get drunk with other millionaires, who travelled all the way to Monaco for the luxury of the weekend. (Y/N) was actually very confused with where they were going.

“Why are we here?” She frowned, but he ignored, too busy looking for Zac around the place. His boss was waiting next to the boat, talking to the people who take care of his boat. A smile flashed on Lando’s face when he saw that everything was already arranged perfectly for him.

“Lando! (Y/N)! It’s all nice and ready for you”, Zac smiled at the girl, taking her hand to shake. “I talked to the commander, they are going to take you to a private place and I made sure they had a nice dinner prepped for you two, okay?”

“You’re the best, Zac. Thank you so much”, Lando hugged his boss and then let it go to help his girlfriend get into the boat. “And please delay my flight for another day, boss!”

“I’ll try my best, kid”

Lando and (Y/N) hid inside the boat while it shipped away from the shore. They were served with champagne as they waited for their getaway. Their boat was very tiny compared to the other ones that were anchored for the race weekend, but it was enough for a couple getaway for the night. Zac probably paid the team to keep their mouth shut and, that way, they could enjoy being together outside his flat for once.

“Okay, this is perfect”, she giggled, pressing a kiss to Lando’s collarbone, exposed by his button-up shirt. “God, today was so stressful for me. I’m actually tired”.

“Oh, me too”, he giggled. “I mean, I’m getting tired of all the hiding. Kind of want to go around screaming that I have the best girl in the world as my girlfriend”.

“Lando, we talked about this”. (Y/N) was afraid of the response she would get once they were public. If there’s someone who was going to suffer the consequences, it would be her. She would have to deal with the comments and the bad shit from the internet; not him.

“Loose lips sink ships”, he quoted the words his girlfriend said a few weeks before. “Not this time, okay? I won’t let people do this to you”.

Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it, my love. They are the hunters, we are the foxes. And we run.

Enjoying this night with each other had been a dream come true. The peace, the quietness and the privacy from the ocean was everything they need. Somehow it gave them hopes that, even though it was hard, everything was going to be alright. After having dinner, prepared by the boat’s chef, they decided to enjoy some alone time out on the boat.

Lando took some amazing pictures of (Y/N) on the boat and they had a really fun time doing a small photoshoot. They pushed each other playfully and threw compliments that easily heated up each other’s cheeks. Not to mention the funny faces she did for the camera, making him think he couldn’t love her more. She was it for him.

“I hate being a broken record, but I do think your fans are on the verge of finding out about us”, (Y/N) broke the silence between them, that was filled by soft music they put on for their small photoshoot. “I mean, right now, I can just see their miraculous minds creating theories of why we left holding hands today. Or why did you linger longer while hugging me after the race”.

“Do you trust me?” Lando put his hand out for her and she laced their fingers together, as a silent ‘yes’ for her boyfriend. “You need to stop thinking that going public is an absolute nightmare scenario, alright?”

“I’m overreacting, aren’t I?”, she scrunched her nose and sighed. “I know. It’s just, I don’t know how you deal with the fame. It feels like we’re foxes and they are hunters, trying to catch us all the damn time”.

“Then we’ll keep running from them for as long as we need to”, Lando promised, pulling her closer to hug her.

(Y/N) took a moment to admire her boyfriend’s beauty. Her head resting on his shoulder and fingers trying to touch every inch of the skin of his face. “I’m so lucky to have you, Lan. It makes me feel so stupid that I waited too long to say that I loved you for the first time”.

“Well, I’m the luckiest too”, he said with the most beautiful smile on his face. “Without your endless support, and the love you sent me all day, I wouldn’t have performed so well today. Or any other day in my career. It doesn’t matter if you only get to kiss me now. You’ve been the most amazing person in my life for years now. I’m so glad I have you, (Y/N)”.

“I promise we don’t have to keep this a secrecy for much longer, okay?”, she rubbed circles on his cheekbone and looked between his eyes.

“We’ll run for as long as you need us to. And when you’re ready, the whole world will know how much I love you. I swear to God, I’ll buy thousands of drones to write a message in the sky just so everyone can know how much I love you”, he joked, making (Y/N). “But while you’re not ready, I know places we can hide”.

Baby, I know places we won’t be found. And they’ll be chasing their tails trying to track us down. Cause I know places we can hide. I know places…

❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁

⤿ add yourself to the taglist!

author's note: I don't have a taglist for F1 yet, so feel free to add yourself for future work! Hope to see you around soon. Come chat with me about the teams, I promise I'm nobody's hater on the grid.

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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sweet spoiled husband (+ son) ! sebastian vettel x ofc (filipino!ofc)

summary: there’s nothing more swoon-worthy than bel ong-vettel’s constant fawning over the retired german driver. AND mick schumacher can be anything. hell, he can also be the vettels’ child for a week as he travels to philippines to visit the couple.

content warning: mick schumacher <3, tweets at the first post, whipped!ofc being in love with seb and their son mick, seb being an afam (iykyk; for my halo halo homies, ily), wealthy and celebrity!ofc

note: i miss philippines. chile anyway, here’s some seb and mick content. p.s. I DO NOT OWN THESE PHOTOS, i got them from pinterest. also, you should see the tweets in full view 💕

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liked by mickschumacher, ginaschumacher, georgerussell63

mickschumacher from what i hear, i wouldn’t want to leave either 😅 liked by belongvettel

belongvettel until the personal space gets invaded hahaha!

user1 god has favourites and its the two of them

user2 god has a favourite and its sebastian vettel

user3 god has a favourite and its their dog hi-ro

georgerussell63 he’s really one-upping toto with all those shirts huh 🤣 liked by belongvettel

belongvettel i swear he never got the idea from toto 😭 it’s the retirement epiphany i suppose

georgerussell63 AH that’s more like it 👌

user4 THAT IS NOT SEB?!

user5 MAAM THAT CLOSET DOES NOT BELONG TO SEBASTIAN

user6 cut the cameras. deadass.

tagged belongvettel

liked by lewishamilton, danielricciardo, landonorris

user1 NAW THEY ACTUALLY TOOK HIM SHOPPING IN THE BAZAARS TOO 😭

user2 they took you to intramuros??? you are their favourite child 🤓

lewishamilton look at those two! so sweet 😍

belongvettel thank you so much for visiting us, mick! you’re more than welcome to stay for as long as you like (unless we live in switzerland, but of course you’re also welcome there) 🫶 liked by mickschumacher

mickschumacher i want more of those coconut shake please

belongvettel consider it done!

user3 i know the whole grid is foaming in the mouth rn after they saw you travel for free 😩

oscarpiastri jealous tbh

landonorris mate spare some schumacher genes, it’s the only way i’ll get noticed

mickschumacher 😘 no, i’d rather be an only child

ginaschumacher 👁️👄👁️

user4 bro forgot he had a sister lmfao 💀

user5 i just know that mick’s gonna be the talk of the grid when he returns from his vacation 😭😭

tagged mickschumacher

liked by georgerussell63, landonorris, maxverstappen1

mickschumacher looking forward to it!! liked by belongvettel

georgerussell63 the only time mick got a driver’s seat this season is seen at the last photo hahaha

mickschumacher don’t be jealous i have better shirtless photos than you 😡

user1 FACE OFF?!!! who has better shirtless photos

user2 bel please 😭 you fed us with too much shirtless mick photos

user3 sorry guys i drooled a lil

user4 lMAO NOT GEORGE VIOLATING MICK 😭😭

landonorris mickschumacher did you burn your tongue drinking the first pic too?

mickschumacher no 😅

belongvettel yes 😅

landonorris hi belongvettel can you take me to a trip next??? and oscar??? and max??? and danny???

user5 bel rn: “this is not the kind of charity i do” liked by mickschumacher

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legendary-pink-dot · 4 months

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Catfish Pond PhD Degree Program: 2023 Report Card

(Let's just pretend that Mr Ben is actually Flight Instructor Frankie, okay?)

Welcome to your year-end assembly!

The Catfish Pond PhD Degree Program Class of 2023 is the most awesome, funny, insightful, analytical, and gosh-darned SMART group of students and scholars I could've hoped to have.

amazing graphic by @trulybetty !

As a class, we worked through all these modules:

Why the Pussy-Eating King?

Guest lecture The Peacock Shirt and also bonus module F/M/K Hair Discussion

The Khakis

Pedro and Oscar: How Dare They?

Young Frankie

The License Suspension

Frankie is Smart

Frankie Loves Swearing

Frankie's Retirement

Everyone's tireless work, detailed analysis, respectful disagreements, and dedication to the program has made for an incredible semester. Please congratulate yourself and each other!

Onto the grades!

Well, everyone just killed it this semester. Many of you took it upon yourselves to do extra credit assignments too, purely for the love of learning. For that, everyone gets top marks. (A couple of you also tried to bribe me with apples and other gifts, but I'll look past that.)

But Professor Dot, does that mean the program is done?

NO! I'm pleased to announce that due to popular demand, there will be a 2024 offering of the Catfish Pond PhD Degree Program! Come one, come all, come even if you've already taken the 2023 program! There will be NEW modules and even more details to pick apart and analyze. Guest lecturers welcome too!

Thank you for letting me be your professor for the Catfish Pond PhD Degree Program. I still have a lot to learn myself, and I look forward to continued learning with all of you!

Students, thank you all for making this program so incredibly fun. 💜 You are all honour roll worthy.

Enjoy your graduation party and I'll see you in 2024!

Professor Dot 🎓

#francisco catfish morales #frankie morales #triple frontier thoughts #the catfish pond degree program

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hellfirexhoe · 2 years

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Thursdays | Eddie Munson x Bitchy Reader

summary: This follows the events of part 2 directly. Eddie and reader are enemies who hate fuck.

1,900+ words

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni, swearing, name calling, mention of drugs, reference to roofies, enemies to lovers fuck buddies, rough sex, p in v with a condom, sex in a semi-public place, ANGST, female reader

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It had been less than 24 hours since you left Eddie's after a quick detour to the pharmacy. The usual routine goes something like screw Eddie until you're both exhausted, go home, shower and then continue to ignore his presence the following day.

So with these two things considered why has Eddie Munson been staring at you with his ridiculous baby cow eyes throughout the whole day? No one else had really noticed thankfully, except Chrissy.

"What did you do to that poor boy last night?" Chrissy asked as she followed Eddie's burning gaze across the canteen straight to the back of your head.

"I swear, I didn't do anything."

Chrissy shakes her head, "No, somethings up. Did you guys do butt stuff?!"

"Chrissy I am begging you to please shut the fuck up." You manage to speak through gritted teeth, pointedly looking at the rest of the table who are all in earshot of your conversation.

"Oh right. Sorry." Chrissy then speaks louder, "Hey, do you have that textbook I leant you last week?"

"What textbook? What are you talking about?"

"You know, the physics textbook that you said you would bring in for me today?" Chrissy's eyes are about to pop out of her skull as she gives you a stare so intense it rivals Eddie's.

"Ohh, yes I have the textbook, I think I left it in my car."

"Let's go for a walk."

Neither of your performances were particularly Oscar worthy but thankfully they were all discussing Jason's party on Saturday so no one paid much attention to you both leaving.

The parking lot was virtually empty so Chrissy rounds on you the second you were outside,

“Spill.”

“Nothing to spill Chrissy, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Just a small hiccup.”

“A hiccup?”

“Turns out he’s not so hot on date checking condoms.”

“And?”

“It split?”

Chrissy starts laughing, “Oh, my god. I can’t believe I’m going to be an auntie to a little Munson.”

“Fuck off, that’s not happening. Morning after pill.”

"If it works."

"So not funny, Chrissy."

"That doesn’t explain why he’s looking at you so weirdly.”

“I don’t know, maybe the freak is hoping I didn’t take it. He made a comment about wanting to see me with a small bump in the uniform.”

Chrissy is helpless with laughter as the bell rings, in fact your whole walk to Spanish is accompanied by a soundtrack of snickers.

Your usual desk mate is back so Eddie is forced to his normal seat at the back of the classroom, its not much of a reprieve since you can feel his stare burning a hole through your head. Determined to keep ignoring him, you don’t turn, you stay focused on your lesson. Until a balled up piece of paper smacks into the back of your head, you whip round, ready to speak but your teacher beats you to it, stooping down to pick up the ball of paper,

“Mr Munson, something you’d like to share with the class?” You hold your breath as the ball of paper is unraveled, your mind spirals as you contemplate all the incriminating things Eddie could have possibly written,

“Please focus on your work instead of distracting students who have a hope of passing this year.” The ball of paper is thrown into the recycling bin, evidently blank of any words. Eddie fidgets some but returns to his work. He’s first out of the door when the bell rings, and you begin to relax, thinking maybe he’s just been messing with you. You catch up with Chrissy in the hall and begin your walk to the next lesson, when you are suddenly yanked from the hall and into a closet.

“Okay you are seriously pissing me off now, what the fuck do you want Eddie?”

Eddie chews his cheek, “Hi?”

“You have not been staring at me like a psycho all day and grabbing me into a closet to just say hi. Is this about last night? I took the pill when I got home.”

“Uh, no not about that. Glad to hear it though, your body your choice, girl power.” Eddie is being infinitely more awkward than usual.

“What is it then? You’ve got like a minute before I’m late.”

“Are you going to Jason’s party this Saturday?”

“Please. Please tell me you are not about to fucking ask me to bring you to that party.”

“No, I was more wondering if I could convince you not to go.”

“And do what instead? Sit in on your fucking d&d game? Hang out in the trailer watching movies? Piss off. Why can’t I go?”

“Some of the guys were, uh, placing an order.”

“Okay?” Drugs were commonplace at Jason’s parties, it wasn’t exactly some huge secret.

“Some of that shit I’m not going to supply. But I know that there are some dealers who don’t exactly have any moral codes.”

“Eddie. Everyone knows there are drugs at parties, I’ve taken drugs at parties. I really don’t get why you’re freaking out about this. It’s not like I’m your girlfriend, we’re not even friends.”

“Okay fine, just. Watch your drinks ‘kay? Don’t let anyone get your drinks.” Eddie offers you a weak smile and you rolls your eyes,

“Do you think I’m stupid Eddie? Let me tell you someth-”

The second bill trills outside.

“Shit, now I’m late.”

“So ditch?”

“Its this attitude that’s the reason you’re going to miss graduating again.”

“You wound me. C’mon I’m sure the two of us can find something fun to do instead of going to those boring lessons.” Eddie steps closer to you,

“We’re not fucking on school property.” You open the door but Eddie easily shuts it against your strength.

“Okay, so what is your excuse going to be for being so late? Plus if people happen to look out of the window and see us leaving this closet together they’ll know. They’ll know that you’re my easy slut.” Eddie whispers the words you spoke last night against your ear, the darkness in his voice making you shiver.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“That’s a yes then.” Eddie picks you up, big hands cupping your thighs as he places you to sit on a cabinet. You go to start taking your uniform off and he shakes his head,

“No time for that.”

“Liar, you just want to fuck me in my cheerleader uniform.”

“Guilty.” As he speaks Eddie is undoing his jeans with one hand and teasing you through your underwear with the other, his skilled fingers tracing circles around your clit as you shut your eyes and lean back against the wall. You hiss at the sudden cold feeling as Eddie’s rings touch your sensitive skin when he pulls your underwear to the side, now teasing your bare pussy with his cock.

“You’d better have a condom with you.”

“Hmm, what if I want to try bareback with you?” Eddie whispers in your ear,

“Absolutely fucking not.” You tense up and begin to push him away, closing your legs.

“Relax. I was kidding.” Eddie rolls his eyes at you as he rummages through his wallet to find a condom, before he can rip it open you snatch it from his hands and eye the date.

“We’re not having a repeat of last night.” You glare at him as you return the satisfactorily dated condom to him, “Also its bad to keep them in wallets.”

“Jesus christ, do you ever shut up?” Eddie grunts as he rolls the condom on and pulls your body flush against his, his cock immediately bottoming out in you, earning a quiet whimper from you in response to the sudden fullness. Eddie gives you a moment to adjust and places his hand over your mouth with a cheeky grin as he starts to roughly pound into you, making you moan loudly against his hand.

“Such a good little slut for me, taking this big cock instead of going to a boring lesson.” Eddie purrs at you quietly, eyes focused on how good his dick looks covered in your slick every time he withdraws. He looks away for a second just to admire how undone you’re becoming, he can feel your drool against his palm, hear your muffled cries. He takes his hand away from your mouth and shushes you,

“Naughty girl better be quiet, otherwise someone might come looking for those pretty little sounds you’re making and see you getting fucked by the freak in your uniform.” You bite your lip as he starts rubbing your clit with a smug smirk on his face, “Am I still bad at this?” His thrusts do not falter even for a second as he waits for your answer,

“ah, uh... fucking... awful.” You manage to pant out unconvincingly as Eddie laughs quietly,

“Aw, maybe I should stop if this is so terrible for you.”

You shake your head frantically, “n,no stop...ping. Practice.”

“If you weren’t such a bitch I’d say you look cute when you’re begging me not to stop fucking you.” Eddie is picking up the pace, feeling how close you’re getting by how tight your walls are around his cock, hands pulling up your top so he can watch your tits bounce with every thrust and he groans at the sports bra he uncovers,

“Hate these fucking things. Keeps you far too un-bouncy.” Eddie unclasps it with ease, not removing it just pulling it below your tits so he can get his favorite view, “You like being my little cock sleeve don’t you?”

“ ‘m not yours.”

“No?” Eddie slows his thrusts, a small smile on his face,

“N-no, I’ll never be yours. T-this is all there is.”

“So I really can’t make you not go to that stupid party on Saturday?”

You shake your head, “An’ you can’t stop me from fucking someone else at the party.”

Eddie grabs your jaw angrily, almost possessively,

“Then I’ll just have to fucking ruin you for anyone else then.” He pulls you off the cabinet and turns you around, forcing you to bend at the waist over the cabinet and wastes no time in slamming back into you, hands gripping your skirt so tight you faintly hear some threads breaking. You start to moan in spite of yourself, volume increasing the closer you get to finishing, everything around you starting to fade away,

“Fucking shit, shut up!” Eddie hisses as he sticks his fingers in your mouth, muffling the sounds elicited by you, with his other hand he’s rubbing your clit roughly, until finally your legs are shaking, you’re biting down on his fingers and clamping around his cock while your orgasm takes over, your still shaking slightly when Eddie lets off a string of curse words as he cums, his cock twitching violently against your sore walls. He pulls out slowly, determined to make you really feel the loss of him. Once he’s out, he tucks your underwear back over your sore and soaked pussy.

“Think you’ll be able to walk for the rest of the day?” He teases you as you straighten up and readjust your clothes.

“Fucker. You know I have practice after school today.”

“I do indeed.”

The bell chimes from the hallway and you step out into the wave of students that passes. Eddie waits a few more minutes, straightening his clothes, waiting for the chatter to quieten. Once he’s certain no one who saw you leave the closet would see him leaving the same closet he steps out.

#eddie munson #eddie fucking munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #munson-trashcan #eddie x bitchy!reader #eddie munson enemies to lovers #eddie munson fuck buddies

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sgiandubh · 6 months

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Belfast: not your average working-class drama

So, yes: as promised, I watched Belfast last night, until the wee hours of the next morning. And I have to immediately add I do not feel the need for a re-watch. As usually, I shall not insist more than necessary on the storyline and focus instead on the raw impressions I am taking home with me.

It was a strange experience, given all the huffing and puffing and hype and backstage context, inevitably involving C. And I defy any OL fan to watch and process it otherwise: the circus was what it was, at its time, Vanity Fair major PR blunder included. Whether you are a hardcore Balfe Nation stan or a shipper, that bias is there, looming over your screen as you try and get into the magic of it. An ambitious and, at least for me, unfulfilled goal.

The storyline is personal, in a cinematic niche that screams for political statements, peppered with psychological heaviness and guerilla brutality. The Guardian's Peter Bradshaw spoke in his chronicle about an 'euphoric eulogy' (https://www.theguardian.com/film/2021/oct/12/belfast-review-kenneth-branagh-jamie-dornan-judi-dench), where the NYT's Jeannette Catsoulis saw ' grit and glamour stroll hand-in-hand' (https://www.nytimes.com/2021/11/11/movies/belfast-review.html), with a marked, delighted nod to C's performance as Ma. So yes, we inevitably deal with 'rose-tinted glasses' and 'softened edges', in this nostalgic, elegantly shot coming of age plot. The aesthetic is there, with a black& white sleek filming choice that makes everything so dense at times, you simply have to hit pause and let it sink in. It is, I suspect, Branagh's nod to Truffaut and his Antoine Doinel five movie cycle, starting with Les Quatre Cents Coups (The 400 Blows, but this is an inept translation of an idiom that means 'to break havoc'), another coming-of-age working class story set in Paris during the Fifties and also shot in black and white. A clever choice that allows the audience to focus on the dialogues, without any other distraction. And ultimately, a statement that also heavily drags you by your coat's button: "hey, there, I am an independent, intellectual movie featuring beautiful people amid hardship: wanna be friends?"

Being totally impervious to the Fifty Shades of Grey charm allowed me to focus on C's performance and I have to immediately say I found it elegant, clever and endearing. And also immediately add that I still have no clue about how the hell she managed to drag all her Claire Fraser mannerisms, all the way from Inverness to Belfast and 1743 to 1969 (another important year for OL, as we all know, and that coincidence made me grin). I loved (loved-loved-loved) the broken plates' scene, but in all fairness, was it that different from the moment she slaps Laoghaire in Castle Leoch's kitchen? But I truly resonated with the tiny moments when we see her really struggling to make sense out of the Inland Revenue string of letters and find a solution to a very clear family conundrum, with the result that we all know, I suppose, by now. So yes, Mrs. Balfe: portraying strong, honest, salt of the Earth women absolutely suits you and I'd love to see more of it in the future, if only perhaps with a different, more realistic angle.

So the real question I bet you're all waiting for me to answer is this: was it an Oscar-worthy performance? Sadly, my answer is no (no matter how deep I would like it to be otherwise - and I swear I did and I do). And it's #silly and very unfair to her, I know, since it has to deal, in my humble opinion with the script's own limitations and the complete failure to find a balance between the child's gaze and the mother's presence. As the script and storyline go, Belfast is Jude Hill's movie and it is to him I would have given the Oscar. Not Judi Dench, whom I love dearly and whose voice is the most beautiful, rich, intelligent movie voice ever to have graced this Earth. She didn't need just another trinket of Hollywood affection for what is a correct, but over all forgettable performance, unlike Ciaran Hinds'. Who was simply extraordinary and that's all I can say: I am in love, and when I fall in love, I shut up - not babble on blogs.

Would I recommend it? I don't know. I mean, it's Branagh, and to be honest, I don't hold the man in great esteem. I think his reputation as the neo-Laurence Olivier is way OTT and I am also deeply amused by his pretense to be an intellectual luminary among the glitterati, when he obviously is not. But, as always, this is just me and my very clear-cut opinions. You don't have to follow them or even believe me and as always, it's just better to go see for yourself. With this caveat: don't expect too much out of it and you should probably be fine and satisfied.

I sure was very pleased to watch this nugget, my favorite scene in all the movie, to be honest. It's got perfect sarcasm and all the poetry one can find looking at Cartier-Bresson's delicate photographs of schoolchildren waiting for the lesson to end and life to truly start anew:

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sisterspooky1013 · 6 months

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Gaslight, Chapter 15/48

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

PART THREE

Ellicott City, MD

The moment she pulls Abby’s bedroom door closed, she feels tears sting her eyes.

She’s beginning to seriously consider the possibility that she’s having some kind of psychotic break. She was so sure, so sure that her dreams were real memories, that Mulder was a real person. But that man in the coffee shop saw her as a complete stranger. There was no flicker of recognition, no I swear I know you from somewhere, I just can’t place it.

But the moment she begins to accept that conclusion, all the questions come tumbling up and knock her off kilter again. What about the medication? Who orchestrated her taking it, and why? If Mulder isn’t real, where did her dreams come from? If Michelle isn’t hiding something, why is she so doggedly trying to keep Dana under her thumb? What about the song, and what Abby said to her at the bus stop, and every other little thing that doesn’t quite make sense?

She’s bent over the sink in the master bathroom, splashing cold water on her face to calm the puffiness in her eyes and wash away her tears. What does she do now? She certainly has no intention of seeing Michelle again, nor taking the medication, but what if her dreams just keep getting more frequent, more intense, more…revealing? What if she’s never sure whether the people in her life who claim to love her are lying right to her face every day?

“How was your appointment?” Cal asks, and she startles, reaching blindly for a hand towel.

She blots off her face, trying to decide what angle to take. Should she interrogate him, or play dumb? She could let him hold her, try to find some kind of comfort in his gentle touch, but she suspects that her distrust will hold her back from actually receiving it.

“Um, okay,” she says blandly, tossing the towel back over the rack and reaching for her moisturizer. She avoids looking at him, both in their reflection in the mirror and the flesh and blood man, her husband, standing beside her. “Actually, I think I may stop going. I don’t think she’s the right therapist for me, in terms of client-provider compatibility.”

“Oh?” Cal says, and she can hear the concern in his tone. “You sure that’s a good idea, mija? She helped you before. And you seem…you seem like you’re having a hard time.”

She flicks her eyes to his in the mirror and her belly twists. He looks bereft, much like he did in her first days home. Lost, and hurt, and missing his wife so badly. She was here for a moment, but she’s gone again, and either Cal is genuinely concerned for her or he is putting on an Oscar-worthy performance.

“I am,” she says softly, looking at the sink. “I feel like…like something’s not right.”

“What do you mean?” he asks, taking a step closer.

The hair on her arms stands on end, cortisol spiking. Danger.

“I don’t know,” she says shortly. “I don’t—I need some space.”

Her heart is thrumming, and she flashes her eyes to the bathroom door. Cal is standing in her path to it, and she’s not sure if he’ll try to block her from exiting. She’s not sure of anything, anymore.

“From me?” he asks, wounded.

How she can concurrently feel so much affection, empathy, and wariness for the same person is nauseating. She stares at the countertop, hot tears running down her cheeks. She wishes she could go back to his birthday, to that little sliver in time where she knew who she was and her place in this world. When she let him hold her, and touch her, and love her, without wondering if those touches were born of deceit.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

She hears him suck in a shuddering breath, followed by a sniff.

“What did I do wrong?” he asks tightly. “Just tell me, and I’ll fix it. I just want—” A pause, a series of sharp breaths as he tries to regain composure. “I just want you to be happy, Dana.”

Her face contorts. What is happy? Where is happy? Another place and time, perhaps.

“I’m sorry,” she says again.

She steps away from the counter and avoids his eye as she passes by him and exits the bathroom. He doesn’t try to stop her, nor does he come to her in the guest room, though she’s sure he can hear her racking sobs and the start of her waking from another dream. He gives her the space she requested, and it feels like a bottomless chasm.

His fingers are twisted up with hers under the soapy water. He lifts them up and out, wrapping both their arms across her torso as he takes two steps back, towing her along with him. Dishwater runs off her elbows as he spins her around and then pulls her close, his hand on her waist and hers on his shoulder. She looks up at him, finding that impish half-smile on his mouth that makes her heart ache. Overwhelmed, she rests her head on his chest and listens to the rapid flutter of his nervous heartbeat. They sway in lazy circles around the kitchen and she feels the heat of his mouth against her scalp, a featherlight kiss followed by the brush of his breath as he sings.

“At first I thought it was infatuation, but ooooo, it’s lasted so long. Now I find myself wanting to marry you and take you home.”

A flash flood of every emotion shocks through her veins, heightening her senses. Fear, excitement, arousal, love.

“Fuck, Scully. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Dana heaves a sigh as she walks through the sliding glass doors of St. Agnes, tepid vestibule air ushering her from the antiseptic halls of the hospital into the warm, sun-drenched afternoon.

She moves mechanically through the motions of her day while a storm rages just beneath the surface. Outwardly, she is wan and unemotional, smiling when social convention calls for it and forcing dry laughs from her throat in response to Tiffany’s jokes. Internally, she is raw and unsettled, on the constant verge of tears. She has no plan, no next steps, other than to keep living this life that she woke up to one chilly April morning. She’ll get Abby from the bus, pick up Peter, make dinner. She’ll live, in a literal sense. She’s been shocked to learn how much living can feel like dying.

She’s passing through the narrow space between cars in the parking lot en route to her BMW when she senses the presence of another. Instinctually, she lifts her head and squares her shoulders, projecting confidence and strength. Fishing her keys from the pocket of her lab coat, she readies them between her fingers like talons.

“Dana Scully,” says a male voice, and a cold wash of fear runs down her back.

Still walking, she turns her head in the direction of the voice and sees a man. Thirties, clean shaven, short, dark hair and a narrow jaw. He’s standing near her car, one hand in the pocket of his leather jacket, which strikes her as an unseasonable wardrobe choice.

“Can I help you?” she asks, freezing in the middle of the aisle. If she comes any closer, he could pull her between two parked cars, obscuring them from view.

“I was actually thinking that maybe I could help you,” he says haughtily.

“Please leave me alone,” she says, taking one step back in the direction of the hospital. If she can make it back inside, she can ask a security guard to walk her to her car.

“I think you’ll want to hear what I have to say,” the man says, taking a step forward as she slowly retreats.

“About what?” she asks shortly, prepared to turn and run.

“About Mulder.”

Her ears short out and then begin to ring. She looks at the man, scanning his face for clues. She must know him. He called her Scully. Her survival instincts war with her need for answers.

“You know Mulder?” she asks, and the man smiles.

“Quite well. I know you quite well, in fact. I know you don’t remember me, but we go way back, Agent Scully.”

Agent?

“What do you want?” she asks, her tone petulant and childlike.

He shrugs.

“Nothing, other than to tell you what I know.”

“What do you know?”

The man looks around, then back at her.

“Not here. We need to go somewhere more private.”

Dana scoffs.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she says firmly.

The man sighs.

“Fair enough. How about…there’s a little park near here with chess boards on the tables. Meet me there in twenty minutes?” he suggests.

Dana waits a moment, trying to read him. He doesn’t seem as though he wants to harm her, but he also doesn’t strike her as someone with good intentions. But if her options are to die trying to find out what happened to her or keep living the way that she is, it suddenly becomes an easy decision to make.

“Okay. Twenty minutes.”

The park is busy on a summer afternoon, children slowly trickling in as they finish up their school day. She’d called Amanda from across the street on her way over and told her that something came up, asking if Abby could go over to their place after school for a while. She’s not sure what to expect from this impromptu meeting, and decides to wait a bit before worrying over who will pick up Peter from daycare.

She spots the man already at one of the small cement tables with a chess board etched into the surface. He’s arranging the pieces with black on his side, white on hers, using one hand with the other tucked into his lap. She approaches cautiously, waiting until he sees her and motions to the seat across from him before she sits down.

“You any good at chess?” he asks, and she stares at him.

“Who is Mulder?” she asks, unable to keep the desperation out of her voice.

“I’ll tell you,” he says, “but you have to at least pretend to play. It’s risky meeting in public like this, and I can’t afford to draw attention.”

Once he’s finished setting up the board, he looks up at her and lifts his eyebrows. She picks up one of the pawns on her side and moves it two spaces forward.

“Who is Mulder?” she asks again.

The man picks up one of his own pawns and moves it one space forward.

“He’s your partner. Or he was, anyway.”

“Partner?” she repeats. “We were in a relationship?”

He nods towards the board and she moves another pawn.

“Well, yeah, actually. But you also worked together.”

She blinks at him.

“Is he a doctor?” she asks.

The man gives her a perplexed look.

“Fuck, I think I need to start at the beginning,” he says, shaking his head. He moves a pawn and then sits back.

“Who are you?” she suddenly asks, realizing that it might be helpful context.

He tilts his head to the side, pondering.

“You can call me Alex,” he finally says, motioning for her to take her turn.

“Okay, Alex,” she says, making her move. “Will you please tell me what the hell is happening to me?”

Her voice is tight and shaky, and he seems to realize that continuing to obfuscate won’t be fruitful.

“Your memory has been erased,” he says coolly, casually, like it’s a thing that happens all the time. “Going back to 1992, before you joined the FBI.”

“The FBI?” she repeats. “I didn’t—I missed my interview,” she tells him, remembering what Cal told her at O’Blarney’s.

“No, you didn’t,” he corrects.

She continues to move chess pieces when it’s her turn, and Alex quickly collects all her pawns as she does not have the wherewithal for strategy. Memory erased? How is that possible?

“You were partnered with a man named Fox Mulder, working in a division known as the X-Files. The two of you investigated unexplained phenomena, and after an impressive number of years, you finally got around to fucking.” He pauses, looking up at her to gauge her reaction. “Or so I’ve heard,” he adds with a smirk.

Her mind feels like an oversaturated sponge. Unexplained phenomena? Memory erasure? What about Cal? What about the kids?

“Anyway,” he continues, “earlier this year you got a little too close for comfort in terms of obtaining tangible proof regarding one of their more nefarious programs, and the guys at the top decided it was time to find a permanent solution to what they called their ‘Mulder and Scully problem’.”

She waits, her chest heaving. The questions are so innumerable she can’t decide which to ask. She just wants him to keep talking. She advances a knight.

“There’s a project that’s been in development for decades, known as Spurious by those involved. After Roswell, it became clear that there would be a need to alter the memories of the general public in order to keep state secrets safe. You and Mulder became guinea pigs, in a sense, and the big guys are shitting their pants right now because it clearly didn’t work.”

He looks up at her and she stares back. She could not have anticipated that actual answers would leave her even more profoundly confused than a lack of information.

“I don’t understand,” she says quietly, her eyes wet.

“I underestimated how hard this would be to explain,” Alex huffs, running his fingers through his hair. “Everything you woke up to in April: Cal, the kids, the job at St. Agnes, your swanky colonial in the ‘burbs, none of that is real, Agent Scully. It’s a farce, a fabricated life designed to keep you from remembering.”

The validation is sickening. Even though she knew, in her heart of hearts, that something was off. She knew in her very bones that they did not belong to her. And still, she feels a gut-wrenching surge of grief.

“Then who are they?” she croaks.

Again, Alex shrugs.

“People no one would be looking for. I don’t know, exactly, but I’d guess they came from the prison system, foster care. It’s not a bad deal on their end, to be honest. I’m sure they’re much better off than they were before.”

“But they know me,” she counters, finding herself disbelieving despite everything. “They remember things that happened before. And my mother—”

He holds up a hand to stop her.

“You’re not understanding the scope of this, Scully. To pull this off, they had to act on a national scale. Every person you’ve ever encountered has had their memories of you erased, and sometimes replaced with new memories, depending on how closely you knew them. Everyone, Agent Scully, including your mother.”

Her mouth hangs open, rooting for words. It’s incomprehensible.

“How?”

“A combination of things. I won’t claim to understand the tech, but they discovered a way to selectively block memories in the brain. Once that procedure had taken place, they found that daily medication to suppress long term memory recall helped keep things from triggering the memories back into the conscious mind.”

“Numerol,” Scully says quietly under her breath.

“Hm?” Alex says, then continues talking. “That’s just on the memory suppression side, but in order to create new memories, there’s a chip implanted in the base of the neck that stores them. Between the procedure, the chip, and the medication, their trials were highly successful.” Dana’s hand moves to the back of her neck, feeling the small, raised scar there. “It’s also a tracker, so they can locate you if they need to. As long as that thing is in your neck, you can’t hide from them, Agent Scully.”

Her eyes snap up to his, finding a genuinely stern expression on his face.

“But to answer your question, they did it with the Manatua virus outbreak.”

Dana narrows her eyes at him, recalling what her mother said.

The vaccine was awful. People were vomiting, passing out. It was so painful, they started using general anesthesia to administer it. But the virus was so aggressive, it had to be done.

“Why?” she asks, flabbergasted. How could she, Dana Scully, be important enough to fabricate a national pandemic?

“To keep you and Mulder separated,” Alex says, capturing her queen. “Together, you’re a threat. He’s got his own little set up out in Philly, a wife and a dog and all that shit.”

“His wife has had her memory erased?” Dana asks, comparing her life to Mulder’s.

“No,” Alex answers flatly. “They actually did know each other before. You knew her too, and didn’t like her much. This is a big redemption for her, given how badly she fucked things up last time they brought her in. They faked her death just to get her the hell out of there, and I guess this was her way back in. She gets Mulder, and a chance to get back into the inner circle. My guess is that she’ll be willing to go to great lengths to keep it that way.”

Dana absorbs this, realizing that her greatest fear—that Cal is somehow involved—is Mulder’s reality.

“Why not just kill us?” she asks.

Alex sits back and smirks at her.

“Valid question. They wanted to, but someone in the ranks preferred to keep you alive. Seems like he successfully made the case that doing a test run on the Spurious Project was the best of both worlds. They get to separate you and Mulder while proving out the success of the program. Or at least that was the hope, but your little run-in with Mulder in Baltimore has them scrambling.”

A cold slice of fear cuts through her.

“Why are you helping me?” she asks, still not trusting him.

“Let’s just say I have a bit of a bone to pick,” Alex says as he re-sets the board. “Despite my significant contributions to this effort, I have yet to be fully compensated.”

“You want money?” she asks, wondering if this is all a twisted attempt to extort her.

“Not necessarily,” he says with a one-shouldered shrug, “though it wouldn’t hurt. I just want to see them go up in flames.” He looks up at her and his expression softens. “And I’m somewhat attached to you and Mulder, as a duo,” he admits in an apparent moment of earnestness. “It’s kind of…wrong, you two not being together.”

Dana swallows, thinking of her dream.

“What do I do?” she asks. He’s given her many things, but a way forward is not one of them.

“That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it?” Alex says as he stands. Dana stands as well, feeling alarmed. “I guess that’s your call. But the reason I contacted you is to make you aware that you’re no longer safe. They know you remember Mulder, and that you aren’t taking your medication. It’s only a matter of time before they come for you.”

“What will they do?” she asks, a wave of nausea rolling through her.

“Not sure,” Alex answers honestly. “They might try to run you through the program again, or they might just kill you.”

“I should find Mulder—”

“That’s probably the worst thing you could do,” he interrupts. “Mulder doesn’t remember you, and they’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way. If you try to contact him, they will kill you, Agent Scully.”

After holding her eye for emphasis, he turns and begins to walk away.

“How can I find you again?” she asks, panicked.

Alex turns around, walking backwards as he calls to her over the din of the park.

“You can’t.”

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FFTB | CH 4: Honeypot (Dabi/F!Reader)

Summary: A mission with Dabi leads the man to make a few realizations about you that challenge his worldview. Not fully understanding his feelings, Dabi looks for ways to justify his following actions.

Contains: Swearing, Smoking, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Power Fantasy Elements, A Series Of Very Unfortunate Events, Angst, Dabi Not Understanding His Goddamn Feelings

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Ducking and weaving between trash and people as you went, your lungs burned as you huffed in desperate gulps of air. The cul-de-sac at the end of this city block was your destination. Hot on your heels was a flock of small-time crooks, stumbling after you like a horde of furious baboons. They crashed through bystanders with no regard for whom they had to mow down in order to catch up to you. Hurling insult after insult when you kept eluding their grasp. You cast a glance backward as you vaulted a dumpster – shoving it towards them to slow their pace. It crashed into the side of the wall. Luck caused it to flip open – several of your pursuers tumbling forward and trapping themselves as it slammed shut from the impact.

Trash will be trash, you thought to yourself before legging towards the end of the street where the dead end awaited.

Dabi watched as you pressed your back against the brick wall, knees buckling and eyes frantic with fear. None of them had noticed his presence yet, the darkness of night providing the perfect cover. You had nowhere left to go. Just as planned. His palms twitched involuntarily as you turned to face your pursuers and let out an Oscar-worthy cry for mercy.

Not yet. He reminded himself.

“End of the line, baby girl –” one of them barked out. Dabi’s eyes narrowed as he caught a glimpse of the guy’s face illuminated by the neon glow of a nearby signpost. Prey delusional enough to envision itself as a predator. Leering at you like a ravenous dog. Truly a pathetic and disgusting creature.

“Please –” your voice sounded so beautifully broken – terrified, squeaking like a mouse caught in a trap. “Can we talk about this?”

“You can’t just steal from guys like us! Just come quietly and you won’t be hurt.”

“Hurt?” you parroted – incredulous. “I’m sorry but –” The terrified facade withered into nothing as you emerged from your crumpled state with confidence. You straightened your back and wiped away the false tears on your lashes with a smile. “I’m just the bait, dipshit.”

A flash of searing blue flames appeared from the darkness, sealing the entrance to the cul-de-sac in an instant. The thugs scrambled to get in position, pressing their backs against each other in a meager attempt to protect themselves from whatever you had in store for them. Oh, how the tables have turned. The fire roared with a familiar intensity and you couldn’t help but laugh at their shocked expressions. Not so confident now, huh?

Dabi strolled out of his hiding place to take his place by your side. His hand landed on your shoulder as he passed, giving it a firm squeeze. Smoke arose from his skin – the burns on his palms and face throbbing with a dull but consistent ache. The limitations of his Quirk were kicking in early which meant you would have to finish this job sooner rather than later. Overheating in the middle of the city was the last thing Dabi wanted right now. He caught your eyes examining the smoke and gave you a confident smirk. You didn’t need to worry about him – he was strong. It was his job to make sure you got back to HQ in one piece after all.

“You guys are even more pathetic than I thought,” Dabi said. All eyes fell on him as he firmly put himself between you and your former aggressors. They stared at him – sweat dripping from their brows as their eyes frantically darted between your smiling, innocent face and the frightening presence of your favorite arsonist. “Couldn’t catch up with one woman, failed to notice an obvious ambush and let a pretty face distract you from a serious threat. Man, I’m kinda disappointed. I was supposed to recruit you guys to get more manpower for the League but –” His eyes narrowed – you could almost hear the pathetic dog whines as the thugs cowered, frozen in fear. “I’m afraid you didn’t make the cut. Isn’t that just tragic?”

As he asked the question, Dabi turned his attention to you – his fiendish smile sending a shiver down your spine. This good cop bad cop shtick you had going on never failed to light a fire in your veins. But whenever Dabi got excited like this, you couldn’t help but share in the feeling.

Was that fucked up? Probably.

A madness shared by two, they called this. It was easy to get swept up in a mission when the guy you’re with looks like that. Proud, confident and ruthless. Not just that – Dabi trusted you enough to be the honeypot. To lure your targets to him. That meant something to you.

Despite your rocky start – you made for one hell of a team.

Focussing his attention entirely on you instead, Dabi didn’t even look at the thugs as his flames swallowed the gang whole. His stare was intense – like he was searching for something in your eyes. Unbroken even by the dying cries of his victims. You couldn’t breathe, feeling your face heat up under his undivided attention. What the hell was going on with you? Why was your breath caught in your throat when you locked eyes with him? Blue flames flickered around the pair of you – casting your silhouettes against the walls in a cerulean glow. Whatever he had seen in your eyes left him satisfied. Dabi’s grin only widened when you smiled back at him.

You were beautiful when you were a little bit cruel.

His burns sizzled with smoke as you walked toward him. You gently took his hand – your fingers cold in comparison to Dabi’s sensitive skin. It was strangely soothing. “Don’t start fussing over me now, (Y/n),” he warned, knowing you would do as you pleased regardless. “This is nothing.”

“Shut the hell up, will you?” Brow furrowed with worry, you looked over his hands and arms in order to assess the damage. “You talk a lot of shit, Dabi, but will you just let someone help you for once?”

Despite the gurgle of annoyance he made in protest, you continued your examination, ghosting your fingers across his skin. Dabi would never admit it but it was nice to have someone care for him after an intense night like this. Even as your hands cupped his face, he found himself letting you do whatever you wanted. Anyone else would have gotten burned by now. There was no point in arguing with you. That was probably why Shigaraki kept pairing you up with Dabi in the first place. You could be very stubborn with him.

Before he’d even realized it, the man allowed his eyes to drift shut – your touch having a calming effect on his broken skin. You took great care to not hurt him, gently tracing the edges of his scars with your fingertips. He was so hot. Searing beneath his skin. You wondered how his Quirk hadn’t killed him yet. Then you remembered this was Dabi. He rivaled your own stubbornness when it came to life. Nothing could get him down. It was something you admired about him.

After a moment, the smoke slowly dissipated, escaping into the cold night air. Physically feeling his body cool down beneath your fingertips, you smiled. “See? It’s working. Like fuckin’ magic.”

This was getting a little too damn close for comfort. You were getting too close. Dabi grabbed your hands on his face, slowly prying them away as he opened his eyes. He needed to change the subject. “Good job, by the way –” he said with a smirk, nodding his head toward the ashy remains of your targets. “You’re a natural at this.”

“What can I say – I can be very distracting when I want to be.”

He laughed. You were beautiful when you were kind – when it was just you and him. Yeah, Dabi thought to himself, you certainly could be very distracting.

And it was starting to become a problem.

The air was crisp and cold on the hideout’s rooftop. Dabi leaned on the safety rail – an untouched cigarette burning away between his fingers. Sleeping just wasn’t in the cards tonight. His mind was far too preoccupied to rest. With Overhaul breathing down the League’s neck, Shigaraki had his hands full just trying not to start a turf war. This meant Dabi was left to pick up the slack when it came to their other business. Not to mention his emerging obsession with their newest member. A frustrated sigh escaped him as he trapped the bud of the cigarette between his lips. The door to the roof creaked open and he glanced back – giving a silent nod as you emerged from the doorway.

Speak of the devil.

“Can’t sleep either?” you asked, taking your place beside him. It wasn’t really a question – you knew the answer so he just shrugged quietly.

You sounded drained. Dabi’s eyes stared forward but, from the corners, he stole a quick glance in your direction. Looked like it too. It wasn’t often he got to see you like this. You were always very put together. Proper. Like you were putting on a show all the time. Now you were dressed in an oversized shirt, your hair a mess and eyes brimming with exhaustion. Dabi couldn’t help but think this was the most honest he’d ever seen you.

A comfortable silence emerged between the two of you – only the sound of the local nightlife and distant traffic filling the space. While you loved to bicker and joke around a lot of the time, tonight was not that kind of night. You both needed some peace and quiet. It’s like you knew that the moment you came up here.

Joining the League hadn’t been your first choice but you had committed to their cause nonetheless. The other members seemed to like you just fine. Trusted you to do what was best for them. Sometimes, like tonight, you looked at him with worry. Concern.

Dabi wondered if any of that was even real.

Today had been eye-opening in more ways than one. You were a liar. A damn good one too. Could have fooled him, too. The way your eyes always found his – the gleam they had when you looked at him. It was very convincing. Dabi knew better though. No one cared about him like that. Not even a pretty little thing like you. Your quips and jokes were a carefully crafted facade. One he enjoyed entertaining from time to time but couldn’t help but regard with suspicion. If anything – he’d let his guard down because you made him feel good. You were making him soft. That was unacceptable.

Fuck. He’d been so stupid. Who were you, really?

Dabi flicked the spent cigarette bud off the side of the building – puffing out a large cloud of smoke. You were still by his side – simply enjoying the breeze and looking up at the stars. His eyes locked onto you and his mind began to wander. Choosing to let him do as he pleased, you could feel him staring but didn’t call him out for it. There was something familiar about you. Not in the sense that you’d met before – but that he knew you. It didn’t make any sense. Dabi would have remembered a face like yours – so soft, delicate and pretty. Maybe it was the way you acted. Something about it pissed him off. That performance you always put up. The way you pretended everything was fine even when it clearly wasn’t.

At the end of the day, you were looking out for yourself and only yourself. You had to be.

“What are you doin’ up here?” he finally asked – drawing your attention away from the stars and city lights.

“Needed to breathe, you know? Not physically but mentally. I almost turned around when I noticed someone was up here but,” you paused, giving him a look he didn’t quite recognize. “Then I saw it was you. When you’re around I don’t feel like I have to –”

“Pretend?” Dabi cut in. “Yeah – I know what you mean.” You trusted him. Or pretended to at least. That was probably a dumb decision. “Things get hectic around here. There’s not a’lotta time to slow down and relax. You got thrown in with us at a bad time. I’m thinking you’re holdin’ your own pretty good – all things considered.”

“Dabi, can I ask you–” You stopped yourself, wanting to backtrack on what was already on the tip of your tongue. It was too late though – Dabi had already caught on and was listening intently, so you finished your sentence anyway. “Why did you join the League? You’re kind of a loner, man – no offense. This whole operation doesn’t really suit you.”

“I believe in the Hero-killer’s philosophy. Stain was right. This world is fucked up beyond all hope and the only way to save it is to burn it down. Start over from the ashes. You can’t change the world by yourself.”

It sounded rehearsed – and you noticed that immediately. “Bullshit. I mean, sure – the guy’s got a point, but following someone else’s ideals blindly? That doesn’t sound like you. There’s gotta be more to it.”

No hesitation. You called him out on it. While Dabi appreciated the confidence – it also felt uncomfortable. Like he was slipping and you were the only one who could see it. Takes a liar to know a liar. He scoffed, turning to you with a confident smirk. “You think you know me, sweet thing? Nobody knows me.”

“You’re not as slick as you think you are. I know you better than you might think, hotshot.”

Did you?

The very idea made him feel like shit. Vulnerable. What an ugly, useless sensation.

Dabi fell silent – finding it easier to look at the street below than face your eyes. He couldn’t lie to you. Not for lack of trying – but you always seemed to pick up on it. Like you knew exactly what strings he was pulling and how. On the flip side, he hadn’t been able to laugh as much before you came around. Sure – you were a pain in the ass – but you were funny. Smart. Skilled too. The reason your conversations were mostly light-hearted was that talking about anything else strayed dangerously close to getting personal. Neither of you wanted that. You always cracked a joke to break the tension and moved on. However, this time you didn’t mess around – neither did he – and shit got too personal.

Honesty was so fucking awkward and painful.

The reason you felt so familiar hit him then: Dabi related to you, maybe even cared for you – and that was dangerous. You needed to back off. Getting caught up with you was the last thing he needed right now. Dabi pushed himself off the guard rail abruptly and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Don’t be stupid – I’m not your fucking friend.” Saying that left a bitter taste in his mouth but he squashed the doubts as soon as they arose. You were a fucking threat to everything he was working towards. By keeping you at arm's length, Dabi might finally be able to sleep again at night.

“What? C’mon, Dabi –!” You called out to him but he wouldn’t listen, slamming the door as he went inside.

Suddenly, you were alone. Standing on an abandoned rooftop in your pyjamas. Though you didn’t quite understand what had happened to make Dabi react like that. Somewhere along the way, you must have made a mistake. His words rang in your ears. Not your friend. No, of course not. How could you think that?

You were partners. Colleagues – and nothing more.

A/N: Did you think it was gonna be this easy to win over our favorite villain? Oh, you poor fools. Welcome to: I Intend To Rip Your Heart Out A Little Respectfully ACT 1 ♡ (:

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If In 10 Years Time - austin x reader

Your previous relationship was one you thought would last forever. You had the picture perfect relationship. That was until he left to pursue acting. He said it was better for him to be alone until he figured out if the acting scene was for him.

Apparently the Hollywood scene was just made for him because it had been a decade since you last saw him.

Austin Butler was now one of the most sought-after stars in Hollywood, booking roles left and right after his Oscar-worthy performance in Elvis and rightfully so.

You had been keeping tabs on your first love for many years, seeing him in every role he ever had and admiring him from a distance. You would always be proud of him, no matter what.

A Few Days Later

Today was your day off. Thank God. You had decided that you were gonna watch movies all day and stay in your pajamas.

It was a few hours later and you were watching The Polar Express. It was November. It was Christmas as far as you were concerned. You decided to light up your fireplace and were drifting in and out of consciousness when your phone started ringing. You thought that the Caller ID read your ex-boyfriends name. That couldn’t be right. It had been a decade. “Hello?” you ask cautiously.

“Hi, Y/N. It’s been a while.”

This can’t be right.

“Austin?”

“It��s me.” he responds

“May I ask why you’re calling? It has been 10 years.”

“Well, funny you should ask Y/N. I’m actually in town shooting and that got me thinking about you. Would you want to grab dinner with me while I’m here, if you’re free of course!”

“Is that really the best thing to do Austin?”

“What’s the harm, Y/N?”

You pause, taking in his words “What’s the harm?”

“Do you still live in that little house you were looking at when we were together?” he asks you.

“How do you know that?” you ask, your eyes widen as if you forgot you were on the phone.

“I always keep tabs on my girl, Y/N. Whether we’re together or not. Pick you up at 7?”

You hang up the phone, in disbelief that he still knows how to make your heart beat as if you're a teenager again.

Nothing was going to happen. You couldn’t allow it. You knew the truth. If you let your guard down, even just a little bit, he would be in your heart and that couldn’t happen. You couldn’t take the pain of him leaving you again like he was bound to do.

As you got ready for your night with Austin, a million thoughts went through your mind.

Does he look the same? Does he still enjoy acting like he did when you were together? Is he still your home? Does he still love you as much as you love him, even after all this time?

Those were questions for later on in the night. First, you had to pick out an outfit.

A Few Hours Later

You had settled on an outfit but the butterflies hadn’t settled in your stomach. The doorbell rings and you go into auto-pilot as you head toward the door.

Austin POV

Y/N opens the door and she looks as beautiful as she did all those years ago, even better if that were possible. All I know is that I could see this view a thousand more times if I was allowed. She was everything I would ever need. My heart will forever belong to her.

Your POV

I open the door to see Austin on the other side. I swear I could see him looking me up and down and he wasn’t afraid to show it. “You look beautiful.”

He was dressed in just a white t-shirt and black jeans with his golden curls all messily atop his head. God, he’s so pretty. How could I have let him go? That’s gonna change tonight. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” you say as a smile creeps on your face.

“You ready to go?” he asks

“Of course I am." you reply

As you lock up your apartment, you feel Austin’s hand take a hold of yours.

“You were shaking. It’s okay. You know I’ll always be there for you, no matter what capacity.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. With just the touch of his hand, he was able to quiet my unspoken fears.

Once out on the road, it was like going back in time, singing to the words of the song playing on the radio. You and Austin had gone back in time, back to the loving teenagers you once were.

At the diner you were excited to be able to really talk to Austin, seeing where life had taken him and hopefully seeing where you would fit into his life now after all this time.

You sat there for a minute waiting for your food to be done but unable to look him in the eyes. What if I’ve changed too much? He won’t love me anymore.

“Y/N.” You look at him with wide eyes. “I know something’s wrong? What is it? You can tell me anything.”

Why did I look down? He can still read me like his favorite book.

“You want the truth?”

“Always and forever.” he replies, looking at you like there is no one else in the room. That has never changed.

“‘I’m just wondering why you randomly decided to call me? We didn’t end on the best terms.”

He looks at you apologetically. “That was my fault. Leaving you was, no it is, the greatest regret of my life, Y/N. These past 10 years have been a whirlwind but whenever I get a chance to breathe, the only thing that comes to mind is you. You are my constant. The one thing that keeps me going.” he stops to take your hands in his.

“You haven’t had relationships? What about Vanessa? Kaia? I keep tabs on you, believe it or not.”

You see a hint of a smile creep on his lips. “They were there as a distraction. They kept my mind busy. I didn’t love them, Y/N. No matter what job I take, what new city I’m in, who I’m hanging out with, I’m wishing I had you there next to me.”

You officially start to cry.

“Hey, hey hey. I didn’t mean to make you cry, love.”

“I promise they are happy tears.”

You wanted to go back to your place and figure out what was gonna happen next. Austin being the gentleman he is, opened your door for you and drove you home. Getting into that car with him, it was like nothing had changed. Both of you fell harder for each other than you did the last time you were together, unknowingly to the other person.

“Do you want ice cream? I know that you always had to keep a pint in the freezer for your after dinner cravings.”

“You remember that?”

“I remember everything, love.”

“I have a pint of chocolate on the top shelf. I’ll share with you.”

“Wow, you never shared your ice cream when we were together.”

“There are some things that you don’t know about me, Butler.”

A blush rises to his cheeks at the nickname.

“Go sit down. I got this.

You go and sit on the couch, turning on The Polar Express.

While waiting for him to join you on the sofa, your overthinking creeps in.

Is he gonna leave me again? Maybe this shouldn’t happen. I shouldn’t have said yes. He’s gonna hurt me again.

He sits next to you and you give him a small smile but he can tell when your overthinking hits you.

“Hey, hey hey. What’s going on?” He sets the ice cream on the coffee table to give you his full, undivided attention.

“Nothing.” you say shaking your head, trying to change the subject.

“I know you better than anyone. I know when you get in your head. Talk to me.”

“I’m scared Austin. I should actually say terrified. I don’t want to start this up again just for you to leave me again. I can’t go through that again. I won’t let myself go through it again.”

“Do you know how much I missed you? Really? I laid awake every night for the better part of a decade because I couldn’t believe that I let my girl get away. I let you leave and I didn’t even try to stop you. That kills me. I understand that it’s gonna take some time for you to trust me again and I’m willing to do anything I need to do but I know for certain that I will do everything I can to prove to you that this is the right thing to do. Just tell me that you’re still mine.”

You take a moment to look at Austin. The amount of love in his eyes for you is so evident but there is still a little twinge of doubt in your brain which is still at the forefront of your mind.

“I don’t know Austin.” you say as you turn away from him.

He just holds your hands tighter. “Y/N. Look at me when I say this to you.”

You slowly look back toward him. “No matter where we are in our lives, you still have my heart. When you left, I shut down. I locked up my heart and you’re the only one who has ever had the key.”

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler x reader #austin butler elvis

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daveyfvckingjacobs · 8 months

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[materialising physically in your home already sat cross-legged on the floor] say more about the mechanics au please

ok ok ok so

I’m thinking something like it’s a garage owned either by weasel or oscar and morris’ father that they all work at (to varying levels of willingness) and were raised around

they tend to get left to their own devices in the workshop on jobs, after long enough doing admin/paperwork for at least someone to realise morris isn’t good at it, oscar hates it and otto used to charge way too much just for fun until he got in trouble with the police for someone to realise it’s best they don’t do that anymore

morris is sort of neutral about the work. he finds the noises of the types of cars they get in often overwhelming, and a lot of the messy jobs (changing oil, greasing, even the gritty hand wash) quite a lot sensory wise. he knows them all inside out though, and could list off part numbers for any number of makes and years off the top of his head far better than the others. usually he’ll be found on a stool somewhere cleaning out parts with spirit or doing the mot checks and cleanings instead of big repair jobs. the easy, repetitive tasks where he can use his hands without gloves that oscar sets him too. he’s much better at identifying problems than oscar or otto, more attuned to the small noises/signs oscar misses and otto doesn’t have the patience to look for

oscar is pretty much the complete opposite of his brother; he loves working in the garage. he loves the physical nature of it, lugging around wheels and tools, all the bolts and screws and dirt. he’s very careless and thus covered in nicks and scrapes and burns from fiddling in too hot engine bays or refusing to lie on the foam mats. most of the time he’s the one underneath the cars, reckless with jacks and axle stands to the point it makes morris nervous. he’s similar to morris in that all of his tools wherever he’s working will be laid out all in arms reach, neat but filthy as he usually takes on big repair jobs and the messier servicing work morris avoids. he’s gets frustrated easily but doesn’t mind, because if he kicks a wheel of hits a spark plug with a spanner they won’t kick or hit back, so it’s a good form of anger relief

otto is equally reckless and also - said with such affection - an idiot when it comes to the work, but a smart idiot. he deals with customers most when they’re working because oscar can’t kept a civil tongue (‘it’s smoking cause the water pipe is just loose it’s literally just fucking steam I swear to fuck-‘). he��s a master at ‘fuck around and see what happens’, offering the most bizarre solutions to issues (specific tools made of cut up other tools, zip ties everywhere or just shake it till it works sort of thing) and more accident prone that oscar, and ten times more messy.

he loves fixing and servicing his own car thats technically all three of theirs because they can’t afford one each - a 1970 dodge challenger because it wouldn’t be me if it wasn’t a classic. it’s scrappy thing, full of haphazard fixes and additions that are totally not road worthy or legal but he does them anyway. oscar works on it too but only when something is broken, while otto takes it apart just for fun and morris is happy to watch him and give ideas

I have a lot of ideas for smaller scenarios based on my experiences I can add but this is v long so I’ll do that later :]

bonus: the image of oscar in a tank top and gloves with overalls tied around his waist covered in oil and dirt and a little bit of sweat. yeah

#there are also Sad elements to this bc of course #the amount of ways someone can ‘accidentally’ get hurt being raised in a garage are endless #plus still being under weasels thumb #but I’m focusing on the actual work for now #newsies #newsies the musical #newsies au #newsies hc #the delancey brothers #mechanic au #morris delancey #oscar delancey #otto wiesel

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amourcheol · 11 months

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i have a few things to say and first of all i’d like to say how dare you? genuinely, how dare you? you are absolutely insane

the way i went through an entire rollercoaster of emotions that went from pure despise to shedding actual real salty tears is sickening, i want to yell at you fr

to repeat myself: how dare you? how dare you write such a fic that left me in shambles, on my knees, crying in a walmart parking lot, going through as many divorces as txt did for lovesong, bawling my eyes out, throwing myself against a wall and did i mention i cried?

jesus christ dear god goodness gracious holy mother mary i am NOT okay, it is 5am and i need to work tomorrow (more like getting up in 1 hour to leave for work) and i just could NOT stop reading your cheol work, i HAD to know how it ends, i could physically not handle not knowing how it plays out

first of all id like to say that the way you write is pure poetry, the words and descriptions you use are so rich in detail (like the paintings hehe) and gave your fic so so so soooo much life and depth, your writing style is just so mwah mwah 5 star michelin level, i can not stress enough how incredibly good your writing is

and the plot???? i saw 41k words and was legit like 👁️👄👁️->🫥->🤨-> 🥶 because i have the brain capacity of a fly that just flew against a window at full speed but OH GOD reading it was SO worth it and let me tell you, the plot was so good ???? like never did i ever even think about skipping a paragraph ahead

also, the way you wrote the characters is so good i don’t know if i want to throw something at you or smooch your brain, you really said enemies to lovers and not:

person a: “i don’t like you.”

person b: “fine i hate you too”

person a : “shall we still kiss?”

person b: “okay”

you legit said you’re whipping out a steven spielberg quentin tarantino oscar worthy plot i’d pay for to see in a movie because DAMN the characters (especially cheol lmao) were so well written and had SO much depth to them

next up, the scenes, THE SCENES

i hope you know you took my heart, shredded it, let birds pick it apart, threw it into the smoothie mixer and blended it, cut it with a chainsaw and then made it combust with that scene with cheol and his uncle talking about how he is in love and risking his career

also, the way you gave the nickname so much depth???? how did you even come up with that like??? your brain is built different, i swear if you were to take an x ray it’d be heart shaped because WHAT i SOBBED and i CRIED like actual water in my eyes down my cheeks, that was so cute, so precious and so tooth rotting sweet i want to run into a streetlight i could not handle that part of the plot i am still in shambles i want to sob every time i think back like ?????? (not spoiling anything specific here BUT AH THIS WAS SO KSKSKSKS)

in conclusion, i’d like to throw something at you for attacking the entire fandom like that BUT i would also like to wholeheartedly thank you for putting so much time and effort and thinking and love and brain capacity (yes your heart shaped brain, prove me wrong!) into that fic which is so so long but so full of plot and plot twists and lovely details and in total so lovingly written, your writing style is so nice like ???? the whole fic is a giant piece of art for real, thank you so much for blessing us with this, i wish you all the best and someone like the cheol you wrote to be your special someone, you deserve someone kind and caring and loving and only wanting the best for you because that is what you deserve

also i wrote this in a rush of emotions it is 5am my brain is dead and there might be typos grammar mistakes anything of the sort but i’d like to say i don’t know you but i love you sm for putting this out i hope i gets the appreciation it deserves and mwah i hope you’re having a great day

oh my fucking god this ASK THIS FUCKING ASSKKKK 😭💖💖🩷🩷💖💖😞😞😞💖😭🩷🩷💖 CURRENTLY SCREAMING CRYING INTO MY PILLOW SHITTING MY PANTS GIGGLING EXPERIENCING RESURGENCE OF GIRLHOOD

TXT DIVORCES SCR E AMMMING GGG G what i like to do is HURT BITCHES ☝🏼😍 WAIT SCREAM 5AM ??;£;£: OH MY FOD I HOPE U WERENT TOO SLEEP DEPRIVED RHE NEXT DAY IM SO SORRY 😭😭👹👹👹👹👹

5 star Michelin level 😞😞😞💖💖😞💖💖😞💖💖😞💖 PLEASEEE im so glad u enjoyed the paintings description!! the art whore in me is very very happy 😞😭

A STEVEN SPIELBERG QUENTIN TARANTINO STAWPPPPPP ITTTT STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY I WILL KISS YOU 😞😞😭😭🥹🥹🩷 i was so nervous about pacing their hatred/love because I didn’t want them to just fall in love w each other quickly cause it wouldn’t be realistic at all !! thank u for appreciating that 🥹💖

SCR E WAMINGGGG UR WAY W WORDS ARE MILES BETTER THAN MINE ?;£:!3£33 UR TOO FUNYN LFMAOA I’m glad I had this much of an effect 😍🙏🏼 i will take being thrown shit at for my work LMDAO

HEART SHAPED BRAIN 😞💖💖😞💖 I’m so so happy u enjoyed the nickname bit cause idk nicknames are such an important aspect of ur identity and cheol is such a cute fucking nickname i feel like shitting screaming crying over it whenever I see him so i needed to express that 🙏🏼🙏🏼

OH GOD UR LITERALLY SO INSANELY SWEET??? I could only hope i find a man as insanely kind, beautiful, endearing as cheol (me and him would eat each other alive)

thank YOU for the kindest words, your ESSAYYTT of a review 😞😞😞💖💖💖💖 i honestly wasn’t expecting anything like this when I released cheol fic, but it’s people like you that make posting worth it 🩷🩷💖

#asks #foxdaisy asks #the great war tings #might be the sweetest ask I’ve ever received #thank you for writing this #AT FUCKING FIVE AM TOO #MY GIRL I REALLY HOPE U HAD SOME SLEEP LATER #the threats are so funny MY HANDS ARE UP IN SURRENDER !!!#I’m so so happy u enjoyed it dearest !!#i was actually not gonna post this fic #because I was like … so embarrassed by how niche it was in the sense of like #cause i literally just wrote for myself 👹 but I’m glad alice convinced me thank u Alice #I hope you are having the bestest of days #MWAH !!

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