#and they are the people that make me belive that one day britain won’t be like this

[acrowbyanyothername]

sorry guys i went on an off topic rant in the tags here

Imagine paying 40k quid to a UK university and they won't even let you bring over your mum & dad for graduation.

I have been to 30+ countries and still have war flashbacks about filling out the visa entry form for the UK. The questions in it legitimately made me feel like dirt, one of the most dehumanizing experiences of my life. And I am saying this as someone who actually got a visa in the end.

[lil-meow-aethetics]

sorry, love (fionn x fem!reader)

so I recently saw Dunkirk and freakin’ FELL IN LOVE with Fionn, had to do this. It might turn into a series… IDK :D

Warning- Drinking, language, mentions of rape, smut

Summary- After finding you wasted and about to be assaulted in a bar, Fionn takes you home. You two get in a fight the next morning, and it ends smokin’ hawt. Like, they have a great argument XD (jk there’s some smut)

—–

Fionn put his earbuds in. He had just gotten back from the Dunkirk press tour, and was anxious to get home. Home to Y/N. He hated interviews. Hated fans randomly popping up on the street. Hated people trying to stalk him on the web, take pictures of him- it was exhausting. He wouldn’t kill anything if it happened, but he certainly wouldn’t be the happiest man in the world. He wasn’t used to it, though this is the path he chose. He just wanted to go home and watch a good movie with Y/N.

Y/N was an American director he met while doing a workshop with her on Hamlet a while back. He was instantly captured by her personality, it isn’t every day your director gets on stage and recites a Shakespearean monologue by heart beautifully before humbly stepping down and coaching him. He asked her out for a coffee or two to “look at scripts” and the rest was history. Fionn was really surprised when he found out Y/N was a lawyer and directed on the side. He couldn’t belive he found a funny, intellegent, and all-around great girl that was so bloody talented.

Fionn and Y/N had two flats, one in London close to his work and home, and one in New York close to hers. She had dropped by to spend time with him during the small two-week window they had before he started auditions again and she went back to work in New York. Fionn was even hoping his agent would let him audition in New York so he could stay with Y/N. Their flat in London was in one of the nicer areas of London. They loved to ask the taxi to stop a block, or even a mile, away so they could walk hand in hand down the street towards their home. The only rough spot was a pub about half a block and a corner away. Since Fionn is pretty tall, they’re able to get by without a hassle. Neither of them really drank regularly, they just had better ideas for Friday nights.

That’s why Fionn was so surprised he to see Y/N, slung over the shoulder of a pretty big guy with tatoos all over who was heading to the ally.

At first, he didn’t recognize her. Just another thug going to take advantage of a drunk. However, curiosity took ahold of him and he watched the man throw her down in the ally. The girl groaned and swatted the hair away from her face, giving him a glimpse of his girlfriend.

“You’re pretty drunk, ain’t ya, luv?” The man unbuckled his belt. “Bet you won’t even remember this tomorrow mornin’”

Y/N groaned and her head fell back. Her make-up was running down her face, and she looked terrible. As the man ran his hands up and down her, she flinched and tried moving away, but she ended up falling.

“Hey mate,” Fionn called without a thought.

“Huh?” The man turned around. “You want in? There’s plenty of her to go around.”

“Yeah. ‘Bout that,” Fionn pulled out the Swiss Army knife from his backpack Y/N had gotten him before he left to film Dunkirk.

“I’m not playing a Swiss, love,” he had said, smiling while he took it out of the package.

She shrugged. “They’re useful. Saw it online and it reminded me of Dunkirk or whatever.”

Fionn didn’t like threatening people, but his girlfriend was about to get raped. He felt like this was an exception, even if she was bloody drunk.

He casually walked up, knife enclosed in his hand. “Normally,” he said. “I would ignore this blatently disgusting offer and walk away.

“However,” the knife came out of his hand and pointed it at the man inconspicuously so the crowd on the sidewalk didn’t see it faster than he could’ve imagined was possible. “I’m ‘fraid you have my girl. So if you ‘scuse me,” Fionn walked to Y/N and started helping her up, all while keeping the knife pointed. “It’d be best if I get going.”

Fionn smoothly slid the knife back,into his bag and helped the stumbling Y/N back home to their flat. She was tripping and speechless, which was unusual. A drunk Y/N normally wouldn’t be able to shut up, especially not around him. This was the first time Y/N had gotten drunk outside of home. She was always so embarrassed by her drunk conversations that she would happily down a bottle, but only in security of their flat. Fionn just couldn’t believe she could be so irresponsible. Before they went to go meet his mates at the bar, Fionn made Y/N figure out her limit two nights before. She knew when to stop. They both did. He just couldn’t believe she almost got raped in a back ally.

Fionn leaned Y/N against the wall next to their door and threw his bags and backpack in the door before helping her in. She stumbled in, wristlet falling off her wrist before she fell on the bed, chest rising and falling from sleep. Fionn was annoyed, and honestly didn’t want to be around Y/N or he might take this whole situation too far. If anyone had a good explanation for this, it would be Y/N.

She hadn’t buttoned her wristlet shut, and her phone was lying on the floor a few feet away from it. He picked both up and his finger accidently hit the home button. They had put their fingerprints one each others phone not long after going steady. He turned it off and walked into their room to charge it when he did a double take. He unlocked the phone again and saw 52 calls to someone named [your best guy friend]. 52 calls. She doesn’t even call him that often. Was she seeing Y/B/G/F behind your back? Did he break it off with her? That would explain the drinking.

Almost like she was on cue, Y/N shifted in her sleep and muttered Y/B/G/F/N.

Fionn felt- he felt weird. He couldn’t imagine a reason for her to cheat on him, but he couldn’t find a reason for her not to. He tried grabbing a book, but thoughts circled his head until he fell asleep

—–

“Shit.”

Y/N woke up on the couch. She stared blankly at her still shoed feet until the memories of that night hit. She couldn’t believe she was such an ass to Fionn last night. From the call to the assignment to the news, she was so stressed the day before and bought herself a light drink. After four drinks she remembered a guy hitting her up and taking her outside the pub. After that she could vaguely remember Fionn helping her up and back to their apartment. She couldn’t believe she forgot Fionn was coming back yesterday. She was excited for him to come back for weeks, once the day came, it just slipped her mind.

Y/N quietly snuck into the room to Fionn sleeping soundly in their bed, book on his chest. She took a quick shower and threw on an old t-shirt, a pair of shorts, and one of Fionn’s sweatshirts since it was cold out. When she walked back in the bedroom, Fionn was gone, book resting on the bed. Y/N took a breath and walked out into the kitchen/dining/Britain’s everything room. He was there, sipping a coffee and writing something in his notebook, probably song lyrics or something.

Y/N tiptoed over to the kitchen and slowly opened the cupboard, trying to avoid the inevitable conversation woth Fionn. Sadly, Y/N isn’t the stealthiest, and the sound of the mug against the counter diverted his attention to her.

“Mornin’,” he looked back down and scribbled more.

Usually, he would end all greetings with “love”, but she couldn’t blame him for not doing so this morning. She quickly threw together a tea and sat across from him.

“Hi,” she said awkwardly, sweatshirt covering her hands as she raised the mug. “Um- thanks for last night. I- I can’t really express wha-”

“Sure you can’t,” he said, not meeting her eyes.

“Um,” Y/N was shocked. Fionn wasn’t exactly a morning person, but he never responded to anything like this. “Fionn, are you okay? You didn’t have to really wake up early, I mean, it is 4 pm, but we don’t have anythin-”

“Yeah, yeah Y/N. Get to the bloody point.”

Fionn slammed his pen down on his journal and closed it before standing up, hands face down on the table, brown eyes burning.

Y/N set her mug down and stood up so her head was above his.

“Fionn, I don’t know why you’re being so difficult, but you at least need to give me some context-”

“Context,” he stood straight, now several inches above Y/N. “Yeah, ye want some context, don’t ya? Huh? Gonna give me the “law’s eye” to get me to confess somethin’ aren’t yeh? Gonna get me to confess to seein’ someone behind yer back? Gonna get ME to confess to what YOU’VE BEEN FUCKIN’ DOING Y/N?“

Y/N stared at Fionn in shock. He’s never exploded like this before. Sure, they’ve fought, but they always ended with a kiss and embrace.

“Wha- How the hell did you eve-”

“Oh,” he scoffed and looked to the side before locking eyes with me again. “You need that context now, don’t you? Well,”

Fionn walked over to their room and unplugged her phone. Y/N followed, trying to match his stride.

“You see this? Yea? That’s your phone. Now, if you recall, we exchanged fingerprints and passwords after goin’ steady. Remember that? Now, I’m just going to put my thumb here and what do I see? My girlfriend has tried to call this- this guy 52 times before getting drunk at a pub. What? Don’t act innocent like that. Upset that ye- yer side guy broke up with ya, huh? I’m not enough?”

Y/N was covering her mouth and holding back sobs. Tears streamed down her face and she was shaking. He has never exploded like this, never hurt her so much like this before. How could he keep slamming her down like this with no room to take a breath?

“Damn,” he said, walking up to her, locking her between him and the wall. “You’re more upset ‘bout this than when your hamster died. I thought that was all you cried about was death? Well, it’ll definitely be the death of this realtionshup if you don’t spin a convincing enough story. Why are you wearing my fuckin’ sweatshirt, huh? That’s only for couples- healthy couples. Couples that don’t see other people-”

“STOP,” Y/N shouted above Fionn’s ramblings. “Shut up for three seconds will you? You think you know EVERYTHING. Guess what? You don’t. You don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what is wrong with you, but you need to stop all this-this”

Fionn’s eyes were still ablaze as he opened his mouth before clenching his jaw again, hands shaking by his sides.

“I told you I got assigned to a case yesterday. It was a drunk dricing case, drunk driver crashed and killed a family, youngest daughter at three years old in a coma. Guess what? I got assigned to defense.”

“Why didn’t you jus-”

“And get fired and discriminated in the legal world? I have an oath to fufill, I can’t break it in the eyes of the law.”

Fionn rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Y/N knew he was sick of hearing her talk about this. Either way, she was sure he would break up with her. She just had that feeling in her gut.

“S-So, before you come back and we start out two-weeks, I start research, and guess who was one of victims? Y/B/G/F/N. My best guy friend from theater since we were kids. So I’m put on defense against my best friend’s killer. I couldn’t believe it. So I called him, 52 times, and he didn’t pick up because he was, of course, dead. He- He’s dead.”

Fionn opened his mouth but nothing came out. She had ended on such a strong note, and she hoped he would just say that he was sorry, say that he-

“That gives you no excuse to do what you did, Y/N.”

Y/N was shocked. He’s still nagging at her? She couldn’t believe it.

“You know what? You’re right,” Y/N took off his sweatshirt and threw it on the bed and took her phone and wristlet with her as she headed over to the door. “You’re right, it’s a shit story, a shit reason to drink, as shit reason for you to believe me no matter how honest and real it is for me.”

She slipped on her shoes and opened the door.

“The hell do ye think yer goin’?”

“[Your best friend] is coming into town with her girl/boyfriend. We’re having dinner. Was going to introduce you to her, but-” you shrugged and left.

—–

Fionn looked around at their empty flat and started humming a stray tune. It was meant to be happy, the story she spun was shit and she acknowledged it, but it drifted into a minor rendition of Imprint, which she loved harmonizing to.

Y/N really was one of the big things in his life. She made him smile, made his day, made his life better than it was before. He picked up one of Y/N’s binders from the coffee table and flipped through it. Sure enough, her story was there, all on official documents.

Fionn sighed. There was no getting her back now. He was such an ass to her, she was probably going to stay with her best friend that night.

His two-week vacation had just begun, and he didn’t want it to start with a break with the best girl in the world. There was one thing he had to do.

—–

“Hi Y/N!” Y/B/F/N scooped you into a big hug outside of the cafe. “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I missed you, too,” Y/N said, pulling back from the hug and fiddling with her wristlet. “So, where’s your lucky boy/girl?”

“Inside,” her smile brightened. “Oh my God I can’t wait for you to meet her/him!”

“Well I’m excited,” she said, giving Y/B/F/N a big smile. “They need my stamp of approval,” she winked at her bouncy friend.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Y/N,” she smiled. “So where’s this Fionn guy I’ve been seeing all over your Insta for the past -well- forever? Still haven’t met him,” she pouted. “You’re meeting my bae, I should be able to meet yours.”

“Um,” Y/N twirled her hair. “‘Bout that. We kind of got into a fight, and he -uh- he’s not coming.”

Y/B/F/N gasped. “Oh. My. Freakin- I’m so sorry!”

“Oh, no it’s fine,” Y/N sighed. “It basically was my fault.”

“Stop putting yourself down [Your nickname].” She linked arms with her and guided her towards the door. “It’ll probably blow over soon. C'mon, [your best friend’s boy/girlfriend] has a table.”

—–

Fionn grabbed the sweatshirt from the bed, his phone, keys, and threw on his glasses before pulling his shoes on and running out the door. He didn’t exactly know where he was going to, but he did know he needed to find Y/N.

After three stops at some of their favorite hangout spots, Fionn finally stumbled on Y/N. She was sitting across her friend and their boy/girlfriend. He took a deep breath before walking over.

“Hey,” he casually walked over and pulled out the chair next to Y/N. “Sorry I was late.”

Fionn pulled Y/N into a one-armed hug. “I’m so sorry, love,” he whispered in her ear before he pulled away. “Did ya already order, or-”

Y/N looked down at her lap. “No, no it’s fine.” She handed him her menu and smiled slightly at him.

After ordering, Y/N’s friend held out her hand.

“I’m Y/B/F/N. This is my boy/girlfriend, [Your bestie’s bae’s name].”

“Hi,” he shook her hand and gave a smile to Y/B/B/N before casually slipping an arm around Y/N’s shoulder. “Nice to meet you.”

—–

After dropping Y/B/F/N and [their bae] off at their hotel, Y/N spun around to face Fionn. It was chilly out, and she had slipped on his sweatshirt earlier. The night fell on the square and lights were slowly beginning to turn on.

“I thought you, I mean, I-”

“Yeah,” Fionn scratched the back of his neck. “I was fuckin’ angry, but I really am sorry, love. You have to believe me, right?”

“I- I do,” Y/N pulled her hair away from her face before letting it drop again. “I want to. A lot. You know I- I care about you a lot, Fionn. You scared me, and I-”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry, love.”

Y/N and Fionn were almost to their flat and she stopped before opening the door.

“I’m sorry, too,” she said. “I shouldn’t have drunk, and it’s thanks to you I didn’t lose my virginity.”

“WHAT?” Fionn gaped at Y/N. He obviously didn’t know that.

“Shut it,” she said, smiling. “Neighbors can hear.”

“I-” he lowered his voice, “I know, but are you, really?”

“Do you honestly think I had time for that?” Y/N opened the door and he walked in, stilk facing her. She closed the door and took off her shoes.

“Damn, Y/N,” he said, tossing his shoes on the rack. “You shouldn’t have told me that. You’re in for one hell of a night.”

“That sounds gross,” Y/N said, setting her shoes the rack gently. “I was thinking a movie or-”

—–

Fionn closed her mouth with a kiss. It was the first kiss they had since he came back, and it was innocent, just like their relationship normally was. Soon, his hands were tangling in her hair and she was on her tiptoes, arms around his neck. He picked her up easily and carried her to their bedroom, dropping off his glasses on the way.

He pushed her roughly against the headboard, her small frame pressed against his body. His hands were traveling up and down her sides, hers tangled in his hair. He slowly took off his sweatshirt she was wearing and dropped it on the side of the bed. Before he went back to kissing Y/N, he took off his shirt. They crashed into each other with a hunger neither of them had ever experianced before. Kisses grew passionate, and he straddled her against the bed. Soon, her shirt and shorts were off. She was wearing her everyday underwear, but Fionn never thought anyone could look so beautiful as she looked up at him with wide eyes, panting.

“Are you sure you want this?” Fionn pushed her hair behind her ear as she nodded. He gently sucked the spot below her ear as he cradled her lower back. As Y/N began moaning softly, his hand moved up to her bra clasp and began removing it. It was on the floor moments later, and his lips were starting down to her breasts. He sucked on her nipple as she dug into his lower back with her feet. He could tell she was holding back moans, and left her on the bed to search his nightstand.

He quickly pulled his pants down and threw a condom onto his enlarged manhood. Y/N had sat up on the bed, looking on with wide eyes. He took off her wet panties, exposing her clit and ran a finger over it before slowly sliding in. She was really tight, probably since this was her first time. Her eyes were shut and before he was completely in her, she yelped and pushed him back, shaking. Y/N wrapped her arms around her legs, taking deep breaths, head hidden in her arms.

“Y/N,” he said, crawling up to her and placing a hand on her back. “Y/N, love, are you okay? Di’ I ‘urt you? I’m so sorry. Are ye hurt, love? Are you okay? I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that I’m so bloody stupid. I di'n’t hurt ya did I? Love? Talk to me, please?”

She looked up, hair covering half her face. “I- It feels so- I can’t- I’m so sor-”

“It’s alrigh’, love,” he pushed her hair behind her ear. “We don’t have to-”

“No, no,” she said, streatching her legs out around him. “I can do it. We’ve come so far, I can do it.”

“You sure, love? We don’t hav-”

She kissed him fiercely and soon she up against the headboard again. He guided his cock into her as she gripped his hair, knees coming up. Her eyes closed, head back against the headboard. He put one hand on her lower back to help her if she fell before he did and gently pulled the back of her head to rest on his shoulder. She buried her face in his neck as he slowly went in and out of her, gaining speed when he felt her fingers relax their grip on his back and hair. Moments after, she let out a moan, pressing her forehead into his shoulder. She was panting and shaking, probably confused at what was happening.

“S'ok, love,” he said, stroking her lower back. “You can let go.”

She exhaled and fell off the edge just then, him falling soon after. He fell onto her stomach, groaning softly after they both reached their high.

Fionn took himself out of her and peeled the full condom off him and thew it in the rubbish. She was taking deep breaths, trying not to notice the ruined sheets. He pulled on a pair of shorts so he wouldn’t be tempted to start it all up again and grabbed one of Y/N’s blankets from the couch, throwing it around her shoulders and sitting next to her on the bed.

“That wa'n’t so bad, was it, love?”

Y/N chuckled and rested her head on Fionn’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her. “Suppose not. I’ve got nothing to compare it to.”

He laughed and kissed the top of her head. “You know I did it 'cause I love you. I love you a lot.”

“'Love you, too,” she said hesitantly.

“There ya go, love! That wa'n’t so hard, was it?”

“Not as hard as your cock,” she smiled up at Fionn, a mischievous glimmer in her eye.

“Shush, love. Don’t want to start it o'er again.”

She laughed and it sent butterflies up through Fionn. “Now,” he said. “'Bout that movie…”