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fastandcarlos · 5 months ago

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Boss’ Daughter » Oscar Piastri

summary: despite being the daughter of mclaren ceo zak brown, f1 has never been an interest of yours. however, oscar is sure that he change your mind

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ynbrown: thought I’d finally come and see what all the papaya hype is about after all these years 🧡🧡

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mclarenracing: it was nice to finally welcome you to the mtc yn 🧡

username1: how has it taken you this long to go to mclaren 😂

username2: how does it feel to have the world’s coolest dad??

username3: I hope you see why papaya is all the hype now

zbrownceo: see you in budapest at the weekend?? ✈️

ynbrown: @/zbrownceo you might’ve just convinced me…

username4: omg I want that jacket asap 🤯

landonorris: it was lovely to finally meet you after all these years 😀

ynbrown: @/landonorris at least I see why dad says you’re such a funny driver now 😂

username5: not zak singing the praises of his drivers to his daughter

username6: I wanna know what he says about oscar 😭

username7: secretly wishing that I could also be adopted by the brown family now to meet lando norris

oscarpiastri: don’t tell your dad, but you’re so much funnier than him 🤫

ynbrown: @/oscarpiastri secret is safe with me 🤭🤭🤭

username8: I can’t deal with all these interactions ahhh

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ynbrown: turns out f1 is actually pretty cool, first race weekend pending…✅

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username9: I can’t believe you’re actually going to a race 🥺

oscarpiastri: that’s a pretty cool hat that you’ve got yourself there…

ynbrown: @/oscarpiastri it’s amazing what you can find in lost property 😂

username10: the boss’ daughter really doesn’t care lmao 😂

username11: how has it taken you this long to fall in love with f1??

mclarenracing: dare we say team papaya has got themselves a new fan? 🧡

username12: she’s not just gone, she’s up close and personal with it all too 😭

landonorris: I hope this isn’t your way of saying you prefer osc to me 🤔

ynbrown: @/landonorris I could never have favourites 👼

username13: petition for mclaren to bring yn to every race forever starting now!!

username14: I love the fact yn actually has taken the time to get to know oscar and lando too ☺️

danielricciardo: I’m sure there’s still a number three hat around in that garage if you want to support a proper driver 😂

ynbrown: @/danielricciardo add one more and you’re talking my kind of driver number 🧡

username15: yn’s so clued up she knows their driver numbers too 🥺

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mclarenracing: oscar handling the pressure of showing the boss’ daughter round the paddock like a pro 🏎️🧡

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username16: why does it feel like this should be titled oscar flirting with the boss’ daughter instead 🤔

zbrownceo: last time I checked that wasn’t in his schedule for this weekend…

username17: not oscar personally offering to show yn around 🤯

username18: it’s only two photos but they look like they get on well ☺️

landonorris: just like to point out that I did offer to take yn around for a tour too 😂😂

ynbrown: @/landonorris only one of you came through on your promise though 🤨

username19: that’s one way to get yourself a forever contract at mclaren 👏🏻

username20: are we all just gonna ignore the way that yn looks at him 🥺

ynbrown: best tour guide ever 🏆🏎️

username21: how much do I have to pay to get a personal tour from oscar too? 💰

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oscarpiastri: life recently has been pretty zesty 🌅☺️

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username22: whose making you smile that wide mr piastri?

alex_albon: standby ladies and gents as piastri enters his boyfriend era 🎉

username23: has THE oscar piastri finally got himself a girlfriend? 😭😭

charles_leclerc: nice to see you’ve listened to the tips your brother gave you 😂

oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc ofc I couldn’t have found a girl without your flirting tips 🙄

username24: not charles taking the credit for setting oscar up 🤦🏻‍♂️

danielricciardo: proud dad moment watching my son grow up 🤧

username25: I just want to know whose the lucky girl that gets to go on a date with oscar piastri 😂

landonorris: so this was your idea of busy when I offered to hang out tonight

oscarpiastri: @/landonorris sorry you’re so far down my list of priorities 🤨

username26: secretly it’s me sat at the other end of that table btw 😂

username27: I had not prepared myself for oscar springing a relationship onto us like that 😭

ynbrown: that’s a pretty stunning beach you’ve found yourself at 🌅

oscarpiastri: @/ynbrown wonder who could’ve recommend it to me…🤔

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ynusername: perks of being the future ceo means you can get all the dodgy angles of the drivers 😂🧡

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username28: you cannot tell me that these two people are just friends wtf

zbrownceo: remember the days when you had no interest in f1, now look at you 🧡🏎️

ynbrown: @/zbrownceo I just pretend to like it to be one of the cool kids 😂

username29: thank you yn for exposing oscar like this 😂

username30: the smile of such an unbothered man ☺️☺️

oscarpiastri: I’d get the sack if I showed some of the photos that I have of you ffs

ynbrown: @/oscarpiastri perks of the job 👑

username31: I can’t imagine you can exactly tell the boss’ daughter to go away hahah

landonorris: suddenly I don’t mind being your second favourite mclaren driver if this is how you treat your first 😂

username32: why am I so invested in these two, they have no idea who I am 😂

mclarenracing: yn stop stealing admins job pls 🫶🏻

username33: I refuse to accept that anything other than a relationship is happening here!!

alex_albon: you might be a candidate for worst boss ever yn!

ynbrown: @/alex_albon it’s a title I’ll wear proudly ☺️

username34: oscar follows yn around everywhere, he’s definitely chasing her 😂😂

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f1gossip: several sources have shown oscar piastri getting particularly close to a female in the paddock. whilst our photos do not show a face, several eager eyed fans have been pointing the finger towards ceo zak brown’s daughter yn who seems to have struck up quite the friendship with the aussie…

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username37: imagine being so hot that you manage to date the boss’ daughter

username38: can we just talk about how awesome zak would be as a father in law too please 😂

username39: oscar, zak and yn is a trio I absolutely need in my life 🙌🏻

username40: ngl oscar doesn’t seem to be able to keep his hands off of yn these days

username41: there is no one in this world who actually believes that isn’t yn btw 😂

username42: clearly whatever charles has been teaching oscar to do has paid off!!

username43: his smile just seems to get bigger and bigger every time they’re photographed together 🥺

username44: I’ve not been this obsessed over two people for such a long time

username45: thank you yn for making our little pookie happy 🫶🏻

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oscarpiastri: young driver of the year award with perfect company to finish the evening perfectly 🧡🏆

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charles_leclerc: when do I get to meet my future sister in law??

oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc I’m keeping you away for as long as I possibly can 😂

username46: look at my two favourite people 🩷🩷🩷🩷

alex_albon: I mean there was no doubt that you were gonna win tonight anyway 😂

username47: oscar piastri you scrub up very well sir 🔥🔥

aussiegrit: well done oscar! doing australia proud 🇦🇺

username48: which is the more impressive trophy, yn or the title??

georgerussell63: congrats my friend - looking forward to battling again next year!

ynbrown: could not be prouder of you, your hard work is admirable 💕💕

oscarpiastri: @/ynbrown thanks for being my hot date for the night 🥰

username49: oscar has fully converted yn into an f1 fan now 😂

landonorris: congrats osc, best team mate ever 🧡🧡

username50: osc 😭😭😭😭😭

username51: mclaren just seems like the most amazing place to work ever

mclarenracing: we are so incredibly proud of you, what an amazing season oscar 🧡🏎️

oscarpiastri: @/mclarenracing couldn’t have done it without my incredible team!

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landonorris: I call this thread the faces of a man who has just had to admit to his boss that he is in fact dating his daughter 😂😂😂

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username52: turns out lando loves to expose oscar as much as yn does too 😂

ynbrown: he’s not even that scary, you wait until he finds out we’re sleeping together 😂

username53: I’d love to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation!!

carlossainz55: posts like these always remind me how much nicer my days are without you constantly annoying me anymore

danielricciardo: about time you started bullying a different aussie anyway 😂

username54: we all know how much zak loves oscar, I bet he was thrilled!

oscarpiastri: thank you for throwing me underneath the bus once again 🙄

username55: can just imagine zak trying his best to be an intimidating dad but he’s too soft for oscar 😂

georgerussell63: you’re the worst team mate ever sometimes hahah

username56: poor baby 😭

username57: as if yn will let her dad give oscar a hard time anyway!

zbrownceo: stop treating me future son in law like this norris 😡

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oscarpiastri: turns out dating the boss’ daughter is a pretty cool job after all 🧡🥺

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username58: officially my new favourite post in the world 😭

ynbrown: dating a driver for my dad is a pretty cool thing too btw 💕🥺

oscarpiastri: @/ynbrown adore you!! 🫶🏻

username59: ahhhhh this makes me so happy

maxverstappen1: looking forward to seeing you at mclaren for the rest of your career now 😂

username60: thank you yn for making the decision to go and visit the mtc all those months ago 🙏🏻

pierregasly: mate you must have some serious game to pull the boss’ daughter!!

username61: thank you for not leaving us waiting forever and a day for confirmation 😂

landonorris: well this is just a little bit exciting…🥺

username62: still bitter that I’m not the ceo’s daughter and dating my favourite driver

carlossainz55: luckily for you your dating the daughter of one of the best bosses in f1 🧡

username63: yn really does have it all now doesn’t she 😝

charles_leclerc: I’m still waiting to be introduced 😂

oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc keep on waiting 😘

zbrownceo: I’ve still got my eye on you piastri 😂🧡

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jaewritesfic · 4 months ago

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Everlasting Trio DP x DC Nobody Knows AU Part 7

Part 6

The door Sam knocks on is in a much nicer building than she expected.

She and Tucker are visiting Danny for dinner - and boy did they both nearly burst with excitement when he shyly extended the invitation - and frankly Sam had expected an apartment building in the Narrows or Park Row.

Danny was a teenage runaway less than a decade ago, for God's sake. Forgive her and Tucker for assuming he'd still be getting his feet under him and scraping by.

This? This is not that.

Sam has half a mind to think Danny is sugaring. He certainly wouldn't have any trouble - the Danny that disappeared from Amity was cute, but small and awkward in that teenage way. The grown up Danny they've been reconnecting with? He's tall, lean and positively gorgeous.

She wouldn't have a problem with that, per say. But the Danny they knew was also too nice for his own good and starved for positive attention. If someone was taking advantage of that Sam would kill them.

Separation did not quell her instinct to wrap Danny up and protect him from the world, it would seem.

There's a slight commotion after the knock before Danny himself is yanking the door open with a grin that's happy and nervous at the same time.

“Guys! Hey! Come in!”

He ushers them inside with all the energy of an overgrown puppy, something that hasn't changed one bit since they were kids.

Sam shivers a little as they enter, assuming there's an AC unit blowing over the entryway at first. She smiles at Danny's back as he babbles at them.

“I kind of lost track of time, so food isn't actually ready yet, but then I thought - hey! Who cares! We can cook together and it'll be fun! I got all vegan stuff too so we can make a meaty pizza for Tuck and a different one for you, Sam-”

The apartment they walk into is a spacious open floor plan, furniture in blacks and grays. She shivers again. Seriously-

“Your AC on the fritz or something?” Tucker asks, rubbing his arms a little. “It's like fifty degrees in here, man.”

Danny freezes for a second on his way to the kitchen space before turning around and beelining for a wall - the thermostat.

“Shit, sorry! Sit, sit! I knew I was forgetting something,” he grumbles as he flaps a hand towards the black bar stools at the kitchen island and fiddles with the thermostat. “I like the cold, I always have it too low for most people in here. Sorry about that, it'll get better soon.”

Sam and Tucker exchange bewildered looks as they sit at the kitchen island. There's liking it cool, and there's fucking freezing.

“Guess I don't have to ask your favorite season,” Tucker jokes, and Danny offers him an apologetic grin as he lopes back over.

“Yeah, probably a safe guess,” he chuckles on his way to the fridge. “You guys want drinks? I have a homemade sangria if you want. Beer, wine, you name it.”

Tucker opts for a beer. Sam asks for the homemade sangria, curious. Danny pours two glasses and takes an ice cube tray out to pop a couple of ice cubes in.

When the glass is set in front of her - “they're the stemless kind you can't knock over. Cool, right? Look at ‘em wobble, they're just little guys.�� - she raises an eyebrow.

The ice cubes are in the shape of little ghosts. Tucker snorts when he sees them, taking the bottle opener Danny offers for his beer.

“Ghosts? Really?”

Danny blinks like he'd forgotten he had a novelty ice cube tray, then grins and shrugs.

“I mean. What else is being from Amity good for if not inside jokes?”

He turns away before she can respond with any form of bewilderment - Danny had been known for disappearing during ghost fights, after all. He was terrified of them. She hadn't expected him to want any reminders of ghosts or his ghost hunter parents.

Sorry - Jack and Maddie.

With two resounding thunks, Danny slaps store bought dough onto his nice dark counters. He at least remembered to leave them out to rise.

“Alright! While I roll this out, it's time to pick your toppings lady and gent - go wild, go ham. Let me show you my selection.”

He opens the fridge again, pulling out meats and veggies and cheeses abound. Sam notes vegan cheese alternatives in the mix with a warm fondness in her chest. She's stricter about being vegetarian than vegan, but the fact that Danny went that extra little mile?

Yeah. Yeah, this is still her boy. She missed having two of them. She and Tuck were never meant to be without a Danny, and she can see on Tucker's face that he feels the same way.

Smiling and standing to start looking through the options, Sam sips her sangria.

It’s delicious, and the little ghost ice cubes smile back up at her like they're as glad as she is to be here.

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#sam has zero judgment for sugar babies #but she WILL kill a bitch if they're not treating danny like a queen #dp x dc #everlasting trio #danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #surely nothing will be said while danny is half drunk #haha

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xhopelesslyromanticx · 2 years ago

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Rumor has it - Lando Norris x Leclerc!Reader

Social media AU

My first social media au! I‘m back guys, took some time off because of studies.

Disclaimer; no hate to the girl who‘s in the picture with Lando! It’s literally just for the plot.

Face claim; jade_distinguinn on instagram

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summary: Lando is spotted with a blonde model, who clearly is not his girlfriend. It leads the internet to question everything.

f1gossip

Monaco

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f1gossip Drama Alert! Lando was spotted chatting it up with a blonde model in Monaco today. Just days ahead of the Monaco Grand Prix while Y/n is in Cannes. Is there trouble in paradise?

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user23 ouch, poor y/n

lando.y/n we dont know anything yet!

y/nstan the pictures say enough

f1.fans the leclerc brothers would surely kill him

user14 yes, hope its just rumours

y/n.fans apparently the girls friends with Pierre, so could just be a misunderstanding

y/n_leclerc

Cannes

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y/n_leclerc living the dream

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charles_leclerc Arthur said the second pose is weird

y/n_leclerc tell him to shut it

arthur_leclerc Charles!? no wonder Lorenzo is her favourite

username1526 You gonna just ignore the rumors?

y/n.stans let her live! why don‘t you all go harrass Lando?

f1gossip maybe she‘s as confused as we are

carmenmmundt looking gorgeous love!

y/n_leclerc thanks Cami…see you soon🫶🏼

f1gossip

Monaco

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f1gossip So Y/n has deleted a couple of posts with Lando, but she still has these up? And even pinned at the top if her instagram? I‘m as lost as you are🤷🏻‍♀️

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norris.4 see maybe they just done with the media

f1.fans yes but they could at least adress it?!

y/n.stans if she stays with him imma throw a fit

norrisupdates we don‘t even know if it‘s true? there could be an easy explanation

f1gossip yes maybe they just need time, hoping for the best though

landonorris

Monaco

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landonorris it‘s monaco time ladies and gents

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charles_leclerc

Monaco

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charles_leclerc family first

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y/n_leclerc awww Arthur looking so innocent

arthur_leclerc i am?!

charles_leclerc stop it guys

leclerc.fans family? where‘s Y/n?

y/n.stans she‘s not gonna be in Monaco

user6282 liked by Lando?!

y/n_leclerc

Ibiza

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y/n_leclerc finally feels like summer

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f1gossip

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f1gossip Confirmed: Y/n has not attended the Monaco gp. People have peeped her posting the second photo right after Landos circulated on twitter. It‘s also confirmed that the girl who was seen lunching with Lando is still in Monaco and attending the Grand Prix.

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y/nismommy she‘s in ibiza thats why she didn’t attend

f1.fan but her whole family is there?

user415 I think they broke up

norris.news what if the model is there? the whole world is there?

leclerc16 yes, exactly. I heard she even has a bf!

y/n.lec but why is Y/n not there? she always supports Charles and Arthur in monaco

y/n_leclerc

f1gossip

Barcelona

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f1gossip News: looks like the youngest Leclerc is currently in Barcelona ahead of the GP! She has been spotted hanging out with Charles as well as attending a football game with Lorenzo. We hope she‘s also there to see Lando.

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y/nismommy so glad it‘s not true

f1.fan we don’t know, she could be there with her brothers

norris.updates Lando has been spotted kissing her in the Mclaren hospitaly. Save to say they are fine!

user678 they probably were just done with all the rumors

y/n.stans i still think him with that model is fishy

y/n_leclerc

Circuit de Barcelona

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y/n_leclerc Supporting my fav reds today. Swipe for legendary Arthur content + Charlie looking like he couldn‘t hurt a fly

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f1.fansss what about Lando?

norris.updates leave them alone! They will adress once they are ready

y/n_leclerc maybe there is nothing to adress?

landonorris you look gorgeous

arthur_leclerc she‘s not even on the picture?

pierregasly you can see her from the back

charles_leclerc gonna punch you for that Gasly

y/n_leclerc Hey! leave my behind out of this 🫶🏼

landonorris

Barcelona

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landonorris P3 babyyy. couldn‘t do it without my girl by my side. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about how lucky I am. It‘s all for you my love @y/n_leclerc

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georgerussell63 parents

landonorris son

carlossainz55 Charles wants his leather jacket back

y/n_leclerc shhh

arthur_leclerc she changes teams like I change underwear

y/n_leclerc so almost never?

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fiendforbyler · 4 months ago

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wait y’all i just realised something that is probably niche as fuck but anyway! if you know/have read the Keeper of the Lost Cities series in it’s entirety you will understand the relationship/love triangle between sophie, fitz and keefe. from the beginning fitz is set up at sophie’s love interest, even as young kids (i believe she is 12 in the first book? and he is maybe a year older? not 100% it’s been a while). she crushed on him for majority of the series and finally in book 7/8 they get together with a seemingly very romantic gesture from fitz, with many hints during the series that fitz liked her back. point is: we were all rooting for them. it is imprtant to note that it’s also always been hinted at but later in the series confirmed that keefe has major feelings for sophie as well. for me, this is representative of mike/el/will love triangle, with sophie being mike, keefe being will, and fitz being el. now, i don’t really like fitz but i LOVE el so yeah this isn’t a flawless comparison but ANYWAY back to my main point!! keefe (will) is so likeable with a tragic backstory, troubling plot line, has a lot of trauma AND a sorry crush on a girl (boy) who (supposedly) has eyes only for one person since the beginning- something that has been clearly set up and formed into a seemingly sweet relationship readers have been rooting for from the beginning. yeah this is sounding familiar? here’s the problem (or solution for sophkeefe/byler shippers like i): ITS NOT WHAT SOPHIE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE. fitz pressures her into trying to find her bio parents so they could be matched, he is aggressive and possessive over her (not in a good way) and she breaks up with him. during this, i’m pretty sure she begins to crush on keefe as well- keefe in permanent denial she could ever like him back of course- and feels terribly guilty about it, because she still has feeling for fitz. (yeah i told you, not the perfect comparison but you understand what i’m getting at right?) while things with fitz get worse, sophie starts genuinely discovering how she really feels about keefe, with lines like “if she was really really honest- and really really brave- she had to admit that the idea of being with keefe sounded… kind of amazing. Yes, it was scary. and yes there were risks. but wouldn’t it be worth trying?” wouldn’t it be worth trying? ladies and gents, we just discovered mikes inner monologue!!! scary, risky, but worth it? its what will is to him! mike has always been “too insecure to let (him)self see what’s right in front of (him)” (a line taken from the book!!!!!!) will is in front of him. he is being so distracted by his internalised homophobia that he has NOOO idea what he is missing!! “‘SERIOUSLY, STOP!’ she told herself again…/ adding those kind of feelings to a friendship pretty much ruined everything. ( talking about fitz)”

and it’s all oh so familiar…

BUT WAIT! THERES MORE! finally, FINALLY, during our long awaited kiss scene, she says this:

“some tiny part of her head had always wondered if kissing keefe could really be as great as everyone claimed. but kissing keefe was so. much. better.”

yeah. and then blah blah they get interrupted by who? of yes of course fitzy the ex boyfriend is here. and he says what when he finds out? OH YEAH. “you kissed him? you didn’t even kiss me!”

THAT SOUNDS A LOT LIKE “you never say it/i say it” AND “i didn’t say it/you didn’t have to” or pretty much the same way mike acts around will vs el.

you know what else? mikes inability to say i love you to el (hasn’t kissed fitz) but so clearly communicate it to will (kissing keefe)

if you haven’t read all this (and i don’t blame you!!) just read this next paragraph!

but back to my main MAIN point. sophitz was the ship EVERYONE (except maybe a select few) wanted right up until they got together!! it was perfect on paper, cute, with history and seemingly ‘connected’ character (as per the plot), and as soon as they got together, everything fell apart, as well as sophie closing herself off and beginning to lose fitz even before the downfall of their relationship due to her suppressed feelings about keefe. (cough cough MIKE) they need to break up for her to realise keefe was the better match all along. keefe, who never thought he as a chance. keefe, who loved her from the start. KEEFE, WHO LET HIS BEST FRIEND HAVE HER IF IT MEANT HAPPINESS TO THEM.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? please tell me i’m not crazy!! thank you for reading this it took me a long time to write but it also felt great to write this out even if no one reads this. hail to byler and a reminder we are one day closer to seeing them on screen. have a great day/night!

#ranting #byler #byler endgame #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #keeper of the lost cities #sokeefe #this is a really long post and i’ll be suprised asf if anyone reads this in its entirety and i’m also rambling #please oh PLEASE someone catch my drift (i’m lost at sea)

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footballlover8 · 1 year ago

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Baby On The Way||Pedri

@Pedri

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Pedri: We are expecting❤️🥰

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Pablogavi: ¡No puedo creer que yo también vaya a ser tío!❤️

(I can’t believe I’m going too be an uncle!)

Fcbarcelona:Congratulations!❤️

Mikkykiemmeney: AHHHHH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU TWO!

y/n…Paéz_Gavira: Gracias mikky❤️

Aurorapaezg: Hermanita beat me too it🥰

Pablogavi:same😓

Aurorapaezg:Mano you’re literally only an hour older😭

Pablogavi:Shut the fuck up rora🙄

Belengavira79:you’re both so immature, I’m not surprised my littlest niña is first

Fan43:HAHAHAH GO BELEN!

y/n…Paéz_Gavira: Hermano you don’t even want children????

Pablogavi:Shut up..doesn’t mean that you’re still not before me

Belengavira79: Pablo martín paéz Gavira! You do not talk to a pregnant woman like that!

Pablogavi:WHAT!?? But she can talk too me however she wants???

Belengavira79:As I said she’s pregnant!

User653:BAHAHABA I LOVE THIS

User533:All the Gavi girls crying cause they found out he doesn’t want children now😭

Fan00:OMG PEDRI IS GONNA BE A DAD!?????

Fan4:What…?

Fan35:We lost him ladies and gents…😞

Fan8:I can’t believe Pedri is gonna be a daddy!🥰❤️

Frenkiedejong:Congratulations!❤️

Pedri:Gracias Hermano❤️

Alejandrobalde:I can’t believe it! This is insane! Congratulations❤️

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Ericgm4: ¡Me alegro mucho por vosotros dos!❤️

(So happy for you two!❤️)

y/n…Paéz_Gavira: Gracias Eric!🥰

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@y/n…Paéz_Gavira

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y/n…Paéz_Gavira:Littlest Gavira/González coming soon❤️🥰

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Pedri:Mi hermosa princesa😍❤️

y/n…Paéz_Gavira liked this comment❤️

Annalewandowska:My baby is all grown up🥲❤️

Fan6:How do you look so pretty pregnant????

User1:She’s completely stolen him now

Belengavira79: ¡Mi princesita adulta!❤️

(My grown up little princess!❤️)

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User11:She’s so prettyyyyyyy!😍😍

User31:Pedri is so lucky!😍😭

Pedri: I am🥰

PedrisssLover:She probably got pregnant on purpose without discussing it because she doesn’t want him too leave her🙄

User5:How old are you? 5?😬

User:I’ve always imagined Pedri being a dad but I never actually expected it..at least not so soon🥰

Pablogavi:I hope she annoys the shit out of you @pedri ❤️

Pedri:actually no, only shit talking you Hermano🥰

User:Stop I love them sm😭😭😭

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@Pedri

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Pedri:Two beautiful baby boys on the way💙 Mami y papi can’t wait too meet you!

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Pablogavi:Diego in the second photo🤣❤️

Taia_belloli:I can’t believe you’re having twins! I could never!💙

y/n…Paéz_Gavira:you make it seem like I look good during my pregnancy.

Pedri:You literally do..? You think I can edit…?😭

y/n…Paéz_Gavira:DON’T TALK BACK TOO ME

User8:pregnant women>>>> comedians

User9:I wanna marry her

Pedri:Excuse me...? Im first...and last

taia_belloli:Wifey😍

Pedri:Mine, so back off. @Raphinia come get your girl before she steals mine

Raphinia: @taiabeloli Im feeling very betrayed right now babe🥲

Alejandrobalde:Hermanita🥰

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@y/n…Paéz_Gavira

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y/n…Paéz_Gavira:Love my two baby boys so, so much ❤️❤️🥰

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Pedri:My three babies🥰

y/n…Paéz_Gavira: Excuse you..? I’m a grown woman😾

Pedri:My bad miss baby😲

Pablogavi:Why are my nephews so adorable..?🥹

y/n…Paéz_Gavira:Because they look like me…😍

User7:Omg they’re finally here!❤️🥰

Frenkiedejong: adorable ❤️🥰

Mikkykiemmeney:So beautiful

Aurorapaezg:My beautiful nephews🥰

Javi_begines:I can’t believe they’re here already 🥰❤️

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@Pedri

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Pedri: Just like their mami y papi❤️💙

Tagged: y/n…Paéz_Gavira

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Pablogavi:Why do they grow up so fast?🥲

User:I remember the day they were born🥰

Rosylopez: Mis guapos nietos🥰❤️❤️

(My handsome grandsons🥰❤️❤️)

Liked by Pedri

User66:Omg imagine them on the first team together when they grown up!!😭❤️

Ericgm3:Future futbolliata’s🥰

Ferrantorres:Miss my little monsters🥹🥰

y/n…Paéz_Gavira:@ericgm3 @ferrantorres Come over you idiots they miss you guys, they are getting tired of Gavi…

User98:BAHAHAHA STOPPP

Ericgm3:already on my way…can’t let Gavi bore them out

Pablogavi: Excuse me…They love me

y/n…Paéz_Gavira: Did I say that they didn’t love you? No, no I didn’t.

User62:I just know y/n is so done with his ass

User8:I love how Pedro Jr looks just like y/n and Carlos looks just like Pedri🥹🥰

y/n…Paéz_Gavira: It’s kinda ironic…should’ve been the opposite

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#football imagine #football x reader #football x y/n #pedri #pedri blurb #Pedri Insta au #pedri x y/n #pedri fluff #pedri x you #pedri imagines #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri one shot #pedri fanfic #pedri x reader #pedri gonzalez #pablogavi #pablo gavi x sister!reader

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softspeirs · 10 months ago

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These Heartbeats Clear (1): Rosie Rosenthal x OC

A/N: Rosie/OC… literally couldn’t resist. I was torn between this OC and a Red Cross OC from the flak house, but I think I wanted someone who would see him during all the hard parts, not just for a week when he’s Suffering. Spoilers for eps 5 and 6 of MoTA. These Heartbeats Clear Masterlist

one - adjustment period.

Grace watches warily as the crew approaches on the jeep - she’s not sure what she expected… for them to be jubilant and laughing, looking refreshed and ready for action? Nervous, scared, resigned… some combination of the two?

Her eyes land on Rosie, as they’re prone to do. He seems calm. That’s not a surprise, but the glimpse of something — fear? hesitation? — in his eyes is.

Helen, standing on her left, shifts her weight, her posture the picture of worry and sadness.

“Try to pull yourself upright,” Grace says quietly.

"I'm trying--" Helen says, her voice dull. To her credit, she flashes a smile as the guys get closer, her frown softening.

"Ladies," Rosie says, fingers on the brim of his hat. "What's the welcome wagon for?"

"Coffee." Helen says, "Just brewed."

He smiles thankfully at her, but his eyes go back to Grace's. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, Lieutenant Fleming--"

"Bearer of semi-bad news, I'm afraid." Grace says, ignoring the way her heart picks up a little at his half smile. She rushes to finish before she can see his face transform - he can't afford any more bad news. "Doc wants to see everyone, just a quick chat. After that there's food in the mess."

He nods. "What's one more doctor?" He mutters. She suspects she wasn't supposed to hear that. Then, louder, "You heard her, gents. Doctor's orders."

They grumble a little, but head into the infirmary behind Grace and Helen, taking a cup of coffee each as they go. Helen follows behind, empty tray tucked under her arm. She looks back at Grace, but Rosie is lingering behind, twisting the brim of his cap in his hands, and Grace can't bring herself to leave him out here alone.

She waves Helen on, telling her she'll catch up in a minute.

“Captain?”

He starts, like he forgot she was there. He also looks like he’s forgotten about his promotion. And that’s the thing with flying — a promotion isn’t always wanted. Deserved, certainly. But it often comes at the expense of other pilots, and it’s always a tough pill to swallow. “How’s it been? How’s— everyone?” He asks her. His face is so earnest. It makes her throat tight.

“As well as we can be, Captain. Most of the replacements are here.” She hesitates before continuing. She’s been here right along, with the Red Cross girls and the doctor and the other nurses. But just because she’s been here as long as everyone else doesn’t mean she understands what the flight crews have gone through. “How was your week off?”

“Too long.” He says, no hesitation. His smile is small, wry, a barely-there upturn of his lips. “I wanted to get back.”

“And you’re alright?” The question comes out almost without her permission. They don’t even know each other that well - she’s patched up a few of his scrapes and bruises and they’ve made idle conversation as he checked on some of his crew that ended up in the infirmary, but this is bordering on too casual.

But she’d argued with him, the day before he went on leave. She’d been too casual then, too, and so had he, both of them lost in the emotions of the Munster mission.

It feels a little awkward now, but she does her best to press on.

She can’t help but worry about him. She admires him, at the heart of it. The way he kept his men together through it all, the way he always has a kind word and a joke for anyone who needs it.

She just hopes he’d say so if he’s the one who needs it, this time.

“I’m as good as I can be, Lieutenant.” He replies.

“Grace.” She reminds him softly. “It’s— you don’t have to call me Lieutenant.”

“Grace, then.” He echos. “I’m okay. Have to be. For them.”

“I hope—“ she pauses, looking down at her shoes. “Forgive me sir, but I hope you know that we’re all here for you. What you went through—“

“I know.” He interrupts her, not unkindly. “You think we haven’t seen the way you’ve been there for us? Even when you thought we didn’t notice?” He shakes his head. “You write our letters when our hands shake, and get us extra blankets, and tell us it’s going to be okay when it’s—“ He stops himself, shaking his head.

When his eyes meet hers, they’re so soft she can barely stand it. This is dangerous, what this conversation is turning into, but she’s also relieved to hear that what she’s been doing besides being a nurse and keeping them alive has made a difference.

“I appreciate it more than I can put into words, Grace.” His voice is rough.

There’s a long moment of prolonged eye contact. Her senses are screaming, danger, danger! But no matter how hard she tries, she can’t look away.

“You just keep yourself and those boys alive, Captain.” She says, her voice thick. “For the rest of us.”

He salutes, a jaunty thing that lightens the mood. “Yes ma’am.”

She laughs, and he grins at her in response. “Go on, you have to meet with the Doctor too. Just standard procedure.”

He hums. “Heard a lot of that the last week.” He takes a few steps away and then stops, “Grace?” His face is suddenly boyish, shy. “You’d better call me Rosie. Or at least by my first name.”

It feels right — she’s given up calling anyone else by their rank anymore. They’ve been through too much for that. The new guys will be an adjustment - she’s not sure she can manage getting attached to any of them. Because it’s inevitable, what happens after.

But the line has already been crossed with this man, looking at her in the fading sunlight.

“You got it, Rosie.”

His answering smile stays with her until the next day, long after the roar of B-17s fades into the distance.

#rosie rosenthal x oc #masters of the air fic #mota fanfiction #i am…. going crazy???!#he’s got a hold on me guys it can’t be ignored anymore #please welcome grace fleming #softspeirs mota fanfiction #oc: grace fleming

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 3 months ago

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Lily had lost Potter and her house wasn't even that big. She was afraid that he would go around causing trouble as always.

She didn't know yet why she invited him over. Him! James Bloody Potter, the boy she used to loathe with her life, was now her date for her sister's wedding.

All for a silly dream. They had danced in the dream. They had maybe kissed at the end... Everything was so confusing.

Lily was having weird thoughts because Potter was being nicer with her. That was all.

"Potter?"

When Lily reached to the second floor to see Marge wrapped around some poor bloke. She had the reputation of harassing boys when she was drunk. And oh God, that girl loved to drink.

Although it was a shocking surprise to realize the boy Marge was trying to seduce and snog was none other than James Potter himself.

Lily gaped at them.

"Honestly, I need to go back and find Lily..." James was saying, rather uncomfortable.

"No no no, you hottie. You're not leaving a lady alone in this state..."

"Maybe you should get some water" James said, trying to push her chubby arms away.

"Yeah... Would you be a gent and take me to the kitchen between your strong arms..."

Lily couldn't witness this any further. She didn't stand Marge, that superficial cow, but she felt an inexplicable kind of rage now.

"James, darling!" And that rage made her approach and grab his arm, pulling him away from Marge "I've been looking everywhere for you"

"I was getting out of the loo when I bumped into... Into..."

"Marjorie Eileen Dursley at your service, handsome" she offered him her hand "Single and ready to mingle" she winked.

James let out a nervous laughter. Lily rolled her eyes. She was disgusting.

"She's Vernon's bloody sister" Lily whispered in James's ear to explain. He seemed to understand.

"Marge, I see you've met my boyfriend James... James... Potter..."

Lily didn't know why she said it. It was the neccesity to annoy Marge. And brag to her that Lily had the boy and not her. And to keep her away from him. James was... He was... Her friend? He didn't need to stand Marge's flirting any longer.

Lily could feel James's curious look on her, but she ignored him, focused still on Marge. She even had a cup in her hand still.

"Yeah, I'm the boyfriend..." James nodded beside her "I'm her boyfriend... Yeah Lily, darling?"

"Yeah darling"

This was ridiculous.

Marge was immediately adopting that disgusted expression she wore when she was around Lily. She looked at her as if she was a dirty dog from the street.

"Dear Lily," she hiccuped "A new boyfriend? I thought you were dating that weird boy with the large nose...What was his name?" she spat "I heard Tuney saying you even took him to your room on New Years"

Lily's face immediately went red remembering the fiasco of New Years, when Severus tried to kiss her. But they were no longer friends. That boy had hurt her. Although her blush might have been giving a wrong impression.

She felt James's gaze on her.

"It's none of your business, Marge" Lily replied "I am dating James now, so..." and she unconsciously pulled him closer.

James put an arm around her "And we are so happy, aren't we love?"

Marge got a bit red in fury. She was looking between the two with disdain. She tusked and took another sip of her drink.

"Oh Lily, dear. Didn't I tell Petunia that the maid dress wouldn't fit your body well?" she snapped. "Shame" and she gave her that annoying look upside-down. Lily was getting irritated.

Lily, Marge and Tuney's friends had been chosen maids. Marge the bridesmaid. But the purple dress looked like it was about to tear itself apart on Marge. "I'm surely a Medium Size, Tuney. The diet had been working" she had said. Marge was an Extra large, Lily was sure.

"Nice meeting you, handsome" Marge winked at James in front of Lily. In front of Lily! His supposed girlfriend "I'll be around if you want a dance, or a drink, or a smoke..." and she winked at him once more.

"Oh I don't drink or smoke" James faked a smile but he was squeezing Lily tighter. Maybe scared or uncomfortable. "And I rather dance with my girl"

Lily blushed at that comment. Marge looked furious.

They stayed like that faking to be a happy couple until Marge climbed down the stairs.

Then Lily let out a groan. "What a freaking disgusting drunk bitch!! Who does she think she is? Bloody hell! I can't believe we became family and I have to see her stupid face from now on... I don't know how Tuney can stand her... And Vernon does everything she says..."

Lily stopped talking because she noticed two things: 1) James was looking at her with amusement and a cheesy smile, 2) They were still very close to each other.

"So, turns out I am your boyfriend, eh?" James raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Lily pushed him away immediately.

"No, no, no no no, no..." Lily shook her head "Don't you dare take advantage of the situation, Potter" she said, while James blew her kisses in a mocking way "I only said that so that Marge would leave you alone. She is a nightmare, that woman... Honestly, I was just doing you a favor"

Then Lily crossed her arms to try to hide away how she was blushing. And why was she even blushing?

"Well thanks a lot, girlfriend" James giggled "Tell me, Evans, do I have to pretend with the rest of your family or..."

Lily hadn't thought about that. Marge would spread the news about Lily's "new boyfriend" as fast as she had spread the rumor of how Lily took Severus to her room on New Years. What a bitch!

James Potter was enjoying this.

"Is that why you invited me here, Evans?"

"No!"

Why did she invite him here?

Lily swallowed her pride. James was laughing.

"Potter..."

"Yes, darling?"

Lily hated his ass and regretted inviting him over. Mary was wrong. Nothing could happen between them and the dream was just a silly trick of her subconscious imagination.

"Would you please be my fake boyfriend for the rest of the evening so Marge would leave both of us alone?" Lily asked while she grunted.

"Let me think about it..." James tapped his chin.

What a twat!!

"Or you can just leave and go back to Hogwarts right now!!"

"Fine!" James laughed. The bloody wanker laughed "It would be an honor to be your fake boyfriend, Evans...." he grinned "Or should I say, darling?"

Lily almost smiled as she grabbed his arm and they started walking to the stairs "Don't be too much of an idiot or I would be glad to fakely break up with you"

"I wouldn't even dream about it" he replied "Our fake relationship means a lot to me"

Lily couldn't avoid laughing.

"Shut up, Potter"

So they climbed down the stairs as a new FAKE couple.

#New Headcanon #Marge flirted with James but he rejected her that's why she hates him #marauders #maraudersera #muggle au #james potter #lily evans #marge dursley #jily #james x lily #fake dating

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shadowqueenjude · 4 months ago

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Cold. It was all Andras had known for the past few days. Or was it weeks? Months? He had lost track of time. He never thought he’d miss the endless Spring Court roses, but now he found himself longing for them once more. His Amarantha-weakened body didn’t help either. Fuck that woman for taking their magic.

“Think, Andras,” he muttered to himself. “What would Lucien do? Tamlin?” Then he snorted lightly. Tamlin would probably write some of those limericks he was so famed for in the soldier camps. Andras opened his mouth, his words turning into cold white mist,

“There once was a faerie named Andras,

A mighty youth who walked among us,

One day the world fell,

And though he did smell,

He ran off to save Prythian without fuss.”

Hey. He wasn’t half bad at these, he thought.

“The ladies and gents all cried with despair,

For their Andras was gone, so dashing and fair,

He blew them a kiss,

And said he would miss,

The beloved faerie for whom he did so care.”

He heard a crunching in the dirt, and stood at attention. It was a human; he could sense it. He padded around slowly so as not to startle them. He sniffed again. A girl, no older than 20 if his senses were correct. But the way she smelled, the fear mingled with the hatred…oh she knew. She knew what he was.

And when she struck him, it was with ash. Andras whimpered, so quietly that human ears could not detect it. He looked up at her, waiting for her to end it. He thought of another poem.

So Andras the perfect, with eyes to die for,

Would now truly die, and not without gore,

Although he’s a ghost,

The ones he loved most,

Would make sure his memory lives forevermore.

The last thing he saw was the arrow soaring towards his eye.

#andras acotar #andras

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twohearts-hs · 1 month ago

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Defying The Odds: 16 - Michael Scofield x Reader Series

Words in Total: 5.8k

Pairings: Michael Scofield x Reader: afab x reader

Synopsis: Y/N was a victim of the mob since the age of fifteen, however, falling in love with the wrong guy and having an argument got her 25 years in prison for murder. She had a plan to get out in faith of her husband until she met Michael Scofield, who, despite his plan, fell in love with her. Now she has the mob and Michael Scofield's escape to worry about.

Warnings: Swearing, Prison, Intimacy, Murder, etc. you know the deal...

A/N: this is a complete series of ~105k words. Based on Season 1 & 2.

Hope you enjoy :)

Masterlist

In Tooele, Utah, the group of them drove aimlessly. T-Bag was still in the back, Tweener in the trunk and Y/N on Michael’s lap in the passenger seat while Lincoln drove.

“This is a new subdivision,” Y/N muttered. “Suburbia is boring as fuck. I wish to never be part of it,” she stated. Michael rubbed her arms.

“Noted,” he responded.

Lincoln stopped the car, glancing over to Michael. “The ranch is gone, Michael.”

Michael ran his hand through his short hair. “Well, the 5 million might not be.”

“And you gonna find it how?” T-Bag asked lowly. “What you got a divining rod tattooed on your ass?”

“Not funny,” Y/N muttered, leaning back, her head hitting Michael’s shoulders. However, she could not get more out because Michael lost it.

“I don’t wanna hear anything out of your mouth other than what your photographic memory spits out regarding that map!” Michael yelled.

“Michael, my ear,” Y/N muttered, holding her ear as the yelling went straight through it and he quickly whispered his apology.

“You watch your tone with me, boy,” T-Bag warned, glaring at Michael.

Michael moved Y/N slightly so he could face T-Bag. “I will watch you get tossed on the side of the road to fend for yourself, boy,” he retorted. “Because if you can’t remember where that silo was, you’re worthless to us, and I might just let Y/N hurt you a little more.” Then he turned back, holding Y/N once again.

“Yo, fools, let me out!” Tweener yelled which Lincoln told him to shut up.

“The map!” Michael barked.

“Ok, ok, all right, all right, all right,” T-Bag stuttered, eyes closing as he thought. “The ranch…the ranch was in the centre of a box. Sheep Road on one side, Kokosing Road perpendicular. In the centre of the property was a ranch house and the ranch house was surrounded by trees.

They got out of the car and walked around. A runner came by and glanced at them. Y/N shook her head…they did just come out of a dirty, broken car with four fugitives…

“Every tree here is a year old, at most. Except those,” Michael said as they stood far away from the house.

“Where is the silo?” Y/N asked.

Bagwell hit his head a few times before muttering, “Inside the trees. I wanna say on the left, but that may have been a barn. I remembered the best I could, gents and lady, but I didn’t know this place would now be smothered in tract homes, so you know, I’m sorry that I’m not Rain Man over here.”

“He’s no help,” Y/N muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. “Absolute no help.”

Y/N walked back in the car and they all followed as they waited for T-Bag to remember where the silo was. Y/N felt Michael his head against her back as she drew lines on his arm. Slowly, she took her hand and brought it to her lips. He smiled.

“I’m sorry for yelling in your ear,” he muttered.

Y/N smiled, turning around and kissing his lips quickly. “All forgiven.”

“Silo, silo, silo, silo, silo…” T-Bag muttered.

“This is stupid. We’re gonna get made out here,” Lincoln interrupted.

“Shut it. I think I remember. If I had to bet, I’d lay it all on the silo being on the left of the ranch house, inside the trees,” T-Bag explained, finally remembering. His face was right behind Michael’s crouching behind him. A shiver went up Y/N’s spine.

“No, it’s outside the trees,” Michael replied, smirking and staring ahead. Then he pointed. “Right there. You see those two trees? They’re shorter than the rest. They were all planted at the same time but those two didn’t get as much sunlight.”

“Something was in their way,” Y/N muttered.

“Yeah, a silo,” Michael responded. “Our money should be right there under that garage.”

“You better be right, boy,” T-Bag muttered.

“This isn’t a high-end subdivision, they slapped this place up overnight. The silo’s foundation might still be there. To save money, they probably laid the concrete for the garage floor right on top of it,” Michael explained. Leave it to the engineer to know everything about buildings. “We’ll dig straight down. If we hit the foundation, we stay. If not, we go.”

“Let’s do it,” Lincoln agreed, however just as soon as Michael opened the door, a blonde middle-aged woman appeared out of the house and grabbed her newspaper in a robe.

“Ain’t no problem that screwdriver to her temple won’t fix,” T-Bag muttered.

“We’re not hurting her,” Y/N mumbled, “you’re not hurting her.” She glanced back with a stare at him. “We are going to be smart.”

“People die all the time, boys. Especially you, little miss, the wrath of danger. $5 million comes once in a lifetime,” T-bag

“We gotta do something and it’s not gonna involve hurting anyone,” Michael stated.

“I got an idea,” Lincoln responded. “First, we’re gonna need some supplies.”

They drove out of the suburb again, parking as they got out. T-Bag was instantly angry, slamming his door and looking at Michael and Lincoln. “110%, I do not agree with this.” Then he slammed his hand on the car top.

“Everybody’s got to pitch in to make this happen,” Lincoln stated.

“But back in the big house, the boy proved he couldn’t be trusted,” T-Bag stated about Tweener who was still in thr trunk.

“Which is why we’re doing it here,” Lincoln replied. “If he gets caught in town, he won’t know where the house is.” Lincoln threw the keys to Michael.

“Besides, you’re the one we can’t turn our backs on,” Michael said to T-Bag before opening the trunk.

Tweener came out, eyes squinting, sweat across his forehead. “Oh, I could’ve died in there, man,” he said, climbing out.

“Well, guess what? I need you to do something,” Michael stated.

“I need you to do something for me,” Tweener retorted.

“I don’t think this is up for discussion,” Y/N muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I want my cut of the money,” Tweener ignored Y/N and continued.

“Well, we’ll talk once you prove we can trust you,” Michael replied.

“What do I go to do?” Tweener asked, eyes narrowing on Michael.

“I want you to go back to that garden centre and get everything on this list,” Michael said as Tweener snatched the list from him. “And gas up the car.” Then he handed him some cash. “We’ll meet you right back here in an hour.”

“All right.”

“And, David, don’t screw this up,” Michael threatened.

“This ain’t Fox River no more, man. Looking at the real deal now. But I want my cut. Back in an hour,” Tweener said, putting his hat on and getting into the car.

Y/N walked up to Michael and grabbed his arm. He glanced down at her. “I don’t trust him," she muttered and Michael just nodded.

Y/N stood next to Michael with her arms crossed over her chest as Lincoln opened the electrical box. Michael looked down at him and asked him how he knew about electricity.

“I used to steal copper wiring from transformer boxes, and then sell them on the docks, make a few bucks,” Lincoln told Michael. “When you were at school, of course.” Lincoln began to unscrew a few things.

Y/N looked over at Michael who looked at her. She sent him a smile but he reached out to cup her cheek, thumb grazing over her lips before pulling away. He noticed that T-Bag was staring at the lady in the window and gave him a glare.

“I was just looking, Pretty,” T-Bag muttered. “You got something pretty to look at, I’m a little jealous. What’s that old chestnut? ‘I can look at the menu. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna eat’.”

“We get in, we get the money, we get out,” Michael stated, voice firm. “That’s it.”

“No. Absolutely.” However, he continued to stare at the woman.

“Gross,” Y/N muttered. “Love being a woman.”

“We’re good. Now it’s up to the kid,” Lincoln stated, finishing his task.

The kid followed through but he popped a guy with a shovel while trying to get supplies. Bickering happened.

Y/N stood by the car, arms crossed, her eyes burning a hole into the back of Michael’s head as he explained the plan for their next move. The group was gathering supplies, all of them getting ready to play their parts as a fake trades company to dig up Westmoreland’s hidden money. She knew how these operations went—blend in, keep your head down, and get the job done. But the moment Michael suggested she sit this one out, something snapped in her.

“I think it’d be better if you stay out of this one,” Michael said quietly, but firmly, as if the decision had already been made.

Y/N scoffed, stepping forward. “Excuse me?”

Michael ran a hand through his hair, glancing at the others before lowering his voice. “Y/N, look, it’s not about you not being capable. I know you are. It’s just—”

“It’s just what? Because I’m a woman? Is that it?” Her frustration bubbled up, hot and sharp.

“Come on,” Michael sighed, his eyes pleading with her to understand. “A woman in a trades company is going to draw attention. We need to be invisible. The fewer eyes on us, the better. It’s not personal, it’s just strategy.”

“That’s bullshit, Michael!” Y/N snapped, her voice rising despite herself. “You’re always talking about how we’re a team, how I’m part of this just as much as anyone else. And now, suddenly, I’m not good enough?”

Michael’s jaw tightened, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “I never said that.”

“No, but you sure as hell implied it.” Y/N crossed her arms, glaring at him. “You’re just pushing me aside because you think you know better.”

Before Michael could respond, Lincoln stepped in between them, his deep voice cutting through the tension. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time out,” Lincoln said, holding up his hands. “We don’t have time for this. We’re supposed to be focused on digging up that money, not digging into each other.”

Behind them, T-Bag leaned against the van, watching with a smirk. “Ah, trouble in paradise?” he drawled, licking his lips in that unsettling way of his. “Nothing like a lover’s quarrel to spice up a good old-fashioned heist.”

Y/N shot T-Bag a withering look. “Shut up, Bagwell.”

T-Bag raised his hands in mock surrender, the grin never leaving his face. “Just saying, sweetheart. Ain’t no harm in a little domestic drama.”

Lincoln turned his glare to T-Bag, making him quiet down with a shrug before refocusing on his brother and Y/N. “Michael, she’s been with us from the start. Let her help.”

Michael looked torn, his eyes flicking from Lincoln to Y/N. He didn’t want to argue with her, and he certainly didn’t want to belittle her skills, but his mind was on the risk. He exhaled deeply, staring at the ground for a long moment.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” Michael said softly, his voice edged with frustration. “It’s the optics. If this goes wrong, we’re all screwed.”

“I can handle myself,” Y/N shot back, her voice low but fierce. “I’ve been handling myself for years. What, you think I’m just gonna freeze up and blow it?”

Michael opened his mouth to respond, but Lincoln cut him off with a sharp gesture. “Enough. We don’t have time to debate this. We either work as a team, or we don’t work at all. Got it?”

The tension hung thick between them, but Michael finally nodded. He looked at Y/N, his eyes filled with conflict. “Fine,” he muttered. “But you’re in the car, you stay out of sight unless we need backup. We’re not taking unnecessary risks.”

Y/N clenched her jaw but nodded, her hands still balled into fists. She didn’t agree with him, but at least he wasn’t pushing her completely aside.

“Good,” Lincoln said, stepping back. “Now, can we get back to work? We’ve got a fortune to dig up, and I don’t plan on leaving empty-handed.”

As the group moved to gather the last of their gear, T-Bag gave Y/N a wink. “I like a woman with a little fire,” he said. “Makes things interesting.”

Y/N ignored him, her mind still simmering with frustration. She wanted to help, wanted to prove to Michael that she could be just as valuable out in the field as anyone else. But for now, she’d play her part, and hope the opportunity came to show him she was more than just someone to be protected.

Y/N sat in the car, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel, her frustration simmering. She hated waiting, she was more of an action girl. She hated sitting still when she could be doing something. Her hand went to the dash storage and took the gun out, she cocked it and reloaded it a few times before throwing it back into the storage. Michael’s caution still stung, though she understood his reasoning. But being stuck here while the others worked made her feel like a caged animal.

Her eyes darted to the rearview mirror when she spotted movement out of the corner of her eye. Two figures were approaching – C-Note and Sucre. She narrowed her eyes in confusion, then blinked in surprise. What the hell were they doing here?

Y/N opened the door and stepped out, her boots crunching on the ground as she walked to them. “What are you two doing here?” she called, folding her arms across her chest.

C-Note smiled, but there was a tension in his eyes. “Same reason you’re here. For the money.”

Sucre, on the other hand, grinned broadly as soon as he saw her, jogging the last few steps to close the distance. “Mami!” he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight hug. “It’s been a hot minute, huh?"

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at Sucre’s warmth, wrapping her arms around him for a brief moment. “Good to see you, Sucre,” she said, though her tone was tinged with frustration. Michael would not be happy. She pulled back and gave both men a look. “I’m guessing you’re here for the money,” she muttered.

C-Note nodded. “Yes, where is the rest of the group?”

“Inside,” she muttered.

“Why aren’t you helping, mami? You always help. Usually more than the others,” Sucre asked.

“Michael,” she muttered, “he’s being an ass, but that’s ok. Something about me not blending in.”

“That’s nonsense. Go help.”

Y/N nodded and looked over to the garage where the others were, her expression light with frustration. “Come on. I better let the boys know we’ve got company. This is about to get even more complicated.”

Sucre clapped her on her back, still in high spirits despite the situation and C-Note gave her a curt nod as they followed her to the garage.

As soon as she opened the door, and stepped in, Michael glanced up. “What’s wrong?” he rushed.

“We’ve got company,” she responded. Just then C-Note and Sucre entered.

C-Note took his hat off, grinned and said, “What’s up, Snowflake?”

Michael had his hands on his hips, head tilted slightly. “Well, as always, your timing is flawless.”

C-Note crossed is arms over his chest, muscles flexing in the black tee he was in. “I don’t follow.”

“Well, let me try and explain it to you. We’re trying to run something here and we can’t have people walking in off the street. Y/N, go back to the car,” Michael said, focusing on her.

Y/N kicked the ground and nodded, not in the mood to deal with their bickering. “Come grab me when you’re done,” she muttered, walking out.

Boredom, that’s what she felt. Complete boredom as she laid in the car, seat back and closing her eyes. Y/N walked back into the garage, hat on her head as she watched them. Michael glanced up and sighed. “Y/N…’

“Let me help,” she muttered, walking over to grab a shovel. “T-Bag is out as he’s injured so let me help.”

Michael nodded and they continued to dig. They hit the silo’s foundation which meant they just needed to hit the edge and dig around it.

“What’s wrong?” Michael asked as Tweener spoke up.

“We got to stop in Tooele first and gas up the ride,” he muttered, scared of the wrath Michael would bring.

“I thought you already did that,” Michael responded, voice frustrated.

“Man, when the garden centre thing happened, I just forgot, all right?” Tweener responded.

Michael took a deep breath as Y/N rubbed his back. “I want you to go back into town. I want you to gas up that car–“

“–I can do it,” Y/N interrupted.

“No, you’re staying where I can see you,” Michael barked. Then he glanced back at Tweener. “I’m not driving around with millions of dollars in the trunk. Do you understand?” his voice was low, unwavering.

“Man, why do I gots to do it? The girl said she could–“

“–No, Y/N is staying. She needs to stay with me. It’s your job,” Michael said as Lincoln pushed him a little.

A car pulled up and Sucre went to go check it out. Y/N kept digging as Sucre explained a cop was here. Y/N threw the shovel down. “I’ll go get Michael,” she muttered as he left to check on T-Bag.

Y/N walked in the house, seeing the broken glass and panic struck her as she continued up the stairs to the bedroom. That’s when she found T-Bag holding the blonde woman, Jeanette, hostage with a small hammer.

“There’s a cop,” Y/N muttered to Michael who turned to look at her.

“I know,” he responded.

The woman officer came in, calling for her mother, but they stayed quiet. Eyes flickered between each of them, worried struck upon their faces.

“Stay here…stay quiet,” Michael said to them.

The officer began coming up the stairs, getting suspicious. She had her hand on her gun, as she slowly came up. Jeanette yelled which caused the officer to run faster to her, opening the door with the gun on them.

Y/N stayed still, hands up slightly as she stared at the woman.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” Michael said.

“Back away and put your hands up,” she said.

“Just go easy,” Michael said, trying to calm the situation.

“Go nothing. She ain’t the one carrying the cards here,” T-Bag said, holding the hostage closer.

“Back away and put your hands up!” the officer barked.

“If I put my hand up, gonna take her jugular with it,” T-Bag retorted.

“Look, I don’t wany anyone to do anything stupid, ok?” the officer said.

Sucre came out of nowhere, trying to grab the gun, but the officer got him squared in the nose while pointing it at him. “Don’t move!” However, Lincoln came from behind her, grabbing the gun and mumbled something about being civil.

Y/N let out a sigh as she put her hands down. They took both women downstairs and tied them up. Michael looked to her and brought her into a hug, holding her tight. “It’s ok,” he mumbled, kissing her cheek. “It’s ok.”

As they got downstairs to where the hostages sat, Michael paced lightly, hands trembling as he looked at what was in front of them. “This is going wrong in every possible way.”

“This is stupid, man. We cannot do this,” C-Note barked, throwing hands up.

“Hat’s over the wall now,” T-Bag muttered.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” C-Note asked.

“We’re committed,” Y/N muttered. Bickering began as talked about what was next. Michael leaned over to Y/N and muttered, “Why can’t it be a silo in the middle of the field with no one around?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbled, “I guess this is our luck.”

They came back to see the hostages again and Michael looked at them with sympathy in his eyes. “Sorry isn’t going to mean anything to you right now, but I want to say it anyway,” Michael spoke to the woman. He was always sorry, always caring. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. One of two hours tops and we’ll be out of here, you have my word, no one will harm you,” Michael told them. Y/N was looking at the woman, but the one officer was staring at her, daggering shooting into Y/N’s eyes.

Michael walked over to Y/N and Sucre. “Keep your eyes open. Nothing happens to them…Nothing.” Then he walked away.

Y/N looked at them and that officer looked at her. She began to pace back and forth in front of the hostages, her eyes scanning the living room as the others continued digging up Westmoreland’s money. Sucre stood by her, arms crossed, glancing occasionally at her before returning his attention to the hostages.

The young female officer in the group had been gagged…both women had been, but she was squirming and making muffled noises, her wide eyes locked on Y/N. It was clear she wanted to say something, and Y/N sighed, pulling the cloth off her mouth.

The young female officer took a moment to catch her breath, her eyes fixated on Y/N. “I know you,” she said, her voice sharp but curious. “You’re the one they talked about at the academy.”

Y/N frowned, narrowing her eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“The Black Beauty Murders,” the officer said, sitting up a little straighter despite her restraints. “Your case was part of our training in homicide investigations. It was a cold case for years. They said you killed six men. Everyone in the station called you, ‘The Black Beauty’.”

Y/N felt her blood run cold. It was not the first time she’d heard that title, but it always felt like a slap in the face when someone threw it at her. She kept her expression calm, but Sucre sitting nearby has gone quiet, his attention fully on the conversation now.

“You got the wrong idea,” Y/N said, her voice low, trying to keep her agitation in check.

The officer’s eyes gleamed with a nasty sort of interest, enjoying getting a rise out of her. “Rumour had it, you killed twenty men, not six. Some say you even enjoyed it. Taunted them, played with them–“

“–enough,” Y/N hissed. “You got the wrong person. I haven’t killed twenty men,” she said through gritted teeth. “I haven’t killed anyone.”

The officer smirked, leaning forward as much as he restraints allowed. “Sure, sure. That’s what they all say. The station loved your story as you had a victim in Utah. We studied you like some kind of celebrity. Bet you didn’t know, huh? The cops who couldn’t ‘t catch you were pissed. Spent a decade chasing ghosts. Then one day, all this evidence just appeared in Chicago and you were found at your apartment, cooking dinner when you were arrested.”

Y/N felt her heartbeat picked up, anger bubbling beneath her skin. She glanced at Sucre, who was watching the exchange silently.

“Ok, doll,” Y/N said, pushing off the cabinets and sauntering over to the officer. She kneeled down. “Black Beauty, huh? I wonder why they gave me that name? Perhaps it was the black dress I wore, perhaps the black heart they believe I have or the black gun I havered, but I never used it as it was always–“

“Knives,” the officer finished.

“Yes. Quick and easy. Untraceable. Those crime scenes were always cleaned to perfection…it wasn’t until my darling husband came and dropped evidence right at the police station’s door as we had an argument. Don’t fall in love with the wrong man, sweetheart. It’ll haunt you,” Y/N said lowly, smirking as she turned away.

Sucre watched the whole thing, walking over to Y/N and whispering, “She’s just trying to mess with you, Y/N.”

Y/N shook her head and looked back to the officer. “I was your favourite case, wasn’t I?”

She nodded. “Got to meet the celebrity, huh?” Y/N mused. The girl just stared at her. “I’m not going to hurt you though. I don’t like hurting people. It makes me upset. So, perhaps I didn’t do those murders. You can make your decision,” she muttered, walking away.

Y/N stood by the hostages, her arms still crossed, keeping a watchful eye on them. The young officer shifted uncomfortably and glanced up at her.

“Y/N?” the officer's voice broke the silence.

Y/N raised a brow, tilting her head slightly. “What?”

The officer hesitated, her gaze flickering away for a second before she spoke. “If you’ve got any sympathy left in you... I need my pills.”

“Pills?” Y/N echoed, her arms tightening over her chest as she tried to read the woman’s expression.

“For my baby,” the officer muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N’s heart sank, recognizing instantly what she meant. “Metformin... to prevent a miscarriage?” she asked quietly, her voice softening.

The officer looked at her, something shifting in her demeanour. She seemed to catch the sudden glossiness in Y/N’s eyes, the vulnerability barely masked. “How far along were you?” she asked, her voice gentler than before.

Y/N’s lips tightened for a moment, her gaze drifting to the side as if trying to avoid the weight of the conversation. But she couldn’t. “Sixteen weeks,” she whispered, the words heavy on her tongue. “Before I lost her.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air seemed to still between them.

“I’m sorry,” the officer said, her tone soft, and for the first time, sincere.

Y/N swallowed hard, pushing past the lump in her throat. “Where are your pills?” she asked, her voice barely steady.

“In the drawer,” the officer replied, nodding toward the kitchen. “Top one.”

Y/N moved without a word, heading to the kitchen and opening the drawer. She found the pills easily, grabbing two and filling a glass with water before returning. Kneeling down, she handed the officer the pills. “Here,” she whispered, her voice catching slightly as she helped her take them. “How far along are you?”

“I’m two months. I just had my first trimester sonogram on Tuesday,” the officer muttered, her hands trembling slightly as she took the water from Y/N.

Before Y/N could respond, Michael and Lincoln appeared in the doorway. Michael’s eyes narrowed immediately, noticing the wetness in Y/N’s eyes.

“What happened?” he asked, his tone sharp as his gaze flicked between the two women. He stepped forward, his concern quickly turning into suspicion. “What did you do?” he demanded, his voice tightening.

The officer shook her head quickly, her eyes wide. “I didn’t do anything.”

Michael turned to Y/N, his expression hardening. “Y/N, what did she say to you?”

Y/N glanced up at him, her emotions barely in check. “Nothing,” she muttered, brushing past him and shouldering his arm as she did. “Just... reminiscing.”

Michael frowned, watching her walk away, his jaw clenching. He turned back to the officer, still trying to make sense of the situation.

“She told us about the baby she lost,” the officer explained, her voice quiet. “I didn’t mean to upset her.”

Michael’s expression softened, but the frustration still simmered beneath the surface. He glanced toward the direction Y/N had gone, his heart twisting. He wanted to protect her, but he knew better than to push her right now.

However, Lincoln didn’t waste a moment. “Keys to the car, where are they?” Lincoln asked in front of Jeanette. Michael looked over at Y/N, who was wiping his eyes. His heart went out to her, but Lincoln was about to make a stupid decision.

“Just hold on,” Michael said. Lincoln grabbed the keys and began to walk. “You can’t do this, Linc. We’re five minutes away in there,” Michael said following after him.

“We’ve been five minutes for four hours,” Lincoln responded.

“Just give me some time,” Michael pleaded. “Be patient.”

“You think I give a damn about the money?” Lincoln asked.

“I’m doing what’s necessary!” Michael yelled.

“You’re afraid to fail,” Lincoln bit back. “You’re afraid this big plan of yours ain’t gonna work out. You want to get caught proving you can pull this thing off, be my guest. LJ’s out there. I’m gonna get him.”

Y/N focused on her fingers in the kitchen, playing with them as she glanced at the hostages.

“I didn’t mean to make you upset,” the officer said.

“You didn’t,” Y/N responded.

“Was it with the mobster associated with you?” she continued to ask.

“Why all the sudden questions?” Y/N asked, voice getting a little aggressive, being walking off to go back to Michael.

She got to the garage, seeing him digging.

“OK?” he asked.

“Yup,” she mumbled back, grabbing a shovel. She stood next to Michael, beginning to dig when C-Note spoke up.

“Yo, this is going to take all day. We need more manpower,” he said.

“You know, standing around jabbering ain’t gonna get the dirt out of that ground,” T-Bag smirked.

“All right, that’s it,” C-Note replied, grabbing Bagwell and throwing him into the hole. “Son of the bitch.”

Y/N stopped digging looking over and sighing.

The door opened and Sucre stated, “We got to roll.”

“Why?” Y/N said, voice confused.

“They got Tweener. It was on the radio,” Sucre explained.

“Did they say anything about where we are?” Michael asked, holding the shovel.

“I’m not hanging around to find out,” Sucre responded.

“Well, maybe you should,” C-Note mumbled, spotting something in the ground. Michael looked down and then Y/N as they spotted some paper sitting in the ground. “Maybe you should,” he repeated, brushing the ground and looking up once he found what he was looking for. “Maybe we all should!” Cash…a whole lot of cash was there in front of them. Everyone was grinning and hollering as they found what they were looking for. Slowly they packed it all, excited and talking about what they would buy with the cash. Y/N just sat there staring…that was a lot of money.

Someone appeared looking for Jeanette and Michael got rid of him, thankfully.

Y/N continued to watch them with the cash, hoping nothing fishy goes down. Once Michael was back, everyone packed the cash into the backpacks before T-Bag threw cash at each of them.

Sucre came back, gun pointed at them. “Drop the bag. No one’s going anywhere.”

Y/N watched with a loud sigh escaping her as she shook her head. Everyone put what they were holding down. Parallelised, everyone was.

“What the hell are you doing, man?” C-Note asked.

“Sucre,” Michael whispered. “Whatever it is you want…”

“I want the money, all of it.”

“What, are you robbing us?” C-Note questioned in disbelief.

“The money was never yours to begin with,” Sucre responded. “This is about business. $5 million worth of business.”

“So, this is how it’s gonna go down, after everything?” Michael asked, voice low and hurt. “Once a thief, always a thief.”

“You just figuring that out?” Sucre hummed. “The backpack…Now!”

Y/N watched as this unfolded…

“Don’t do this, buddy,” Michael whispered. However, Sucre took the bag.

All of that for nothing. Y/N was in disbelief once again. It felt as though the plan was falling apart and the fear in her for what would next haunted her.

Michael was her only chance of freedom otherwise, she would be back in the hands of the mob.

Fear consumed her.

Here you go!

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chaostroid · 2 months ago

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MOUTHWASHING SPOILERS

meatball don’t read this until i indoctrinated you into watching the game ..

The implication that Jimmy raped Anya and she was literally so quiet about it KILLS ME

“I’m pregnant” and also hiding the gun case OHHH MY GODFGDHFJFG

I’m like 80-90% sure swansea knew and that cryo pod was for her. like. come on now. swansea’s character is so fucking awesome i hate that i like him!!!!!!!! mean old man who secretly saw his friends as if they were his own trope NAAAUURRR ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

Like, Swan does NAWT fuck with Jimmy. the pod could’ve been for daisuke, but somehow i knew it was for anya i swear to god. like why would he keep it from fucking everyone. Anya never asked about the utility room. at least i dont think so.

^ its also possible he’d keep it for himself, but he spoke about his life in that tied up bit as if it were already over. I really doubt it was just for him.

not like we’d see it anyway because we play from jimmy’s perspective, at least most of the time.

Curly knew because he was the captain and he was trustworthy, Swansea knew because daisuke was probably too young for her to confide in and she wanted some sort of protection - like in the last bit where you have to find the gun case and stuff / break into the medical room, swansea is no fuckign help (ik he was drunk but still)

also the way he attacks jimmy with the axe in the medical room. SWAN KNEW OK

he knew

i swear

anyway.

There was a mutual trust between Curly, swan and anya. Daisuke was left out cus of age, and jimmy because he’s literally insane. and also raped anya.

Jimmy is an exceptionally well written villain, and i love the psychological horror aspect that comes with being forced to do the things he did. Feeding curly his own leg?? WHAT!!!

I figure Jimmy is so jealous of Curly because he’s been “trying to climb the ladder” for years, but his behaviours and inability to cooperate stopped him from becoming a captain, and thats all he wanted. He got it, i guess. I think the horse / pony express part of his (what i can only describe as) mental breakdown / psychosis is just the fact that he’s been so focused on that company that he saw the horse fucking EVERYWHERE !!!

he convinced himself he’s been busting his ass for pony express for years and nobody even sees him. the highest rung for him is to be captain and he just couldn’t reach it. ladies and gents. Jimmy has been tunnel visioned in on captain-ness he lost his sense of life.

“I’m gonna fix this. we’re gonna get out of here.”

i think he says that because he’s more or less trying to convince himself that he can still fix everything, rather than just mindless rambling to everyone who’s died.

His breaking point back into whatever can be perceived as consciousness is curly in the end. they ran out of pain meds so he tried to help him by feeding him something, and then puts him in the pod.

Putting Curly in the pod is his remorse. Killing himself is his guilt.

THIS IS NOT A JIMMY APOLOGIST SECTION . goodness. that guy is so fucking evil it was genuinely crazy, i just like writing about how i saw things.

Out of all the characters, They’re all my favourite except for Jimmy. Fuck that guy. love you curly. ❤️

There will be mouthwashing fanart soon on GYAT ITS COMING

I love it so much

❤️❤️❤️❤️ mouthwashing

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rom-e-o · 4 months ago

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We've turned thrifting into such a thing for the girls. Imagine if, after they get to know their respective Twins, they take on the task of FINALLY helping them clean out their old things they don't wish to keep. Lots of things need to be tossed. But there are still plenty of items that are still good and can be put to use. (There might be a few items the girls latch onto too.) The twins, at this point, are very familiar with monetary donations, but the girls take the opportunity to introduce them to another kind. The boys go with them to bring the boxes to the stores and bins and everything. These places aren't ENTIRELY new worlds to them, but it's been DECADES since they stepped a full foot into them.

I love this for so many reasons. One, it involves the girls sharing their passion with the men they love. They were deprived of the chance to do that for many decades (Oliver and Orin? Thrifting??? Not even if the planets aligned). Two? It allows the gents yet another opportunity grow from their past, but in a different way.

The Twins were misers - they walked the line between having nothing and overusing the things they did have to the point of them breaking/becoming threadbare. I can see them clinging onto some things too, from Isabel/Belle, or even their parents. It's not intentional - they get shoved into the back of a closet, like a physical version of the memories they shoved down and hide away.

We see a little bit of this in the film, when he gifts Jen's doll to Harry, and I love them doing this on a more official scale once the wifeys come into their lives.

They box up some items, and it takes a day or so. Wifey helps.

Then they go to drop things off. I can immediately imagine one of them bringing their items to the donation door, and the volunteer is like, "Oh, sir, that painting you're donating is lovely." If it's Adonis, I imagine it's some personality-less bird painting. Like something you'd see in a office lobby. Isabel loved birds, and it's from when they were trying to furnish a flat, but things kind of fell apart, and he just kind of ... grabbed stuff he thought she liked? (She did not.) He's like, "Oh, um ... you can take it, if you'd like."

"Really? Oh, thank you! My grandmother would adore this - she just moved to a new flat, you see. This will be her first piece of art."

And in that moment, the whole beauty of thrifting kind of clicks for him. the joy of passing things onto others.

Then there comes the part where they browse the store with wifey. We've established that they feel immense relief knowing their lovely ladies do appreciate antiques (heh) and don't just throw out furniture/decor that's half a year old. They know this, but seeing it in action is even more eye-opening.

"Oh, look at this vase! It would be beautiful for flowers - or as an umbrella bucket", "Darling, look at this sweater! Oh, you'd look so dapper in this. The knit is amazing quality", "Oh, records! Why don't we choose a few random ones, they listen to them tonight? See if we discovered some long lost treasure?"

#scroogeverse

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stonerskinny · 5 months ago

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she said “have you like…lost or gained any weight that you know of?”

i said “honestly i feel like i’ve gained but im not sure”

she said “you look *gestures to face* thinner so that’s why i was wondering”

and that, ladies and gents, was the best ending to any session i’ve ever had ever

now, she did officially discontinue my xanax because i don’t take it regularly which is an L but i still have like 2/3 of the bottle so ill save those for emergencies. and im officially off the rest of my meds!

#stonerskinny.txt

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thatlovinfeelin · 2 years ago

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Where Do You Go? | six | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Your husband died in a training accident, unexpectedly. So what happens when you find yourself leaning on his best friend and wingman, Rooster Bradshaw?

This is it Ladies and Gents, the final Part of Where Do You Go? I can't say thank you enough for all of the love and support this series had received. There were a lot of moments where I was very unsure if I would be able to tell this story, but you lot where right here with so many messages of encouragement, even though you didn't know that I needed them. SO thank you thank you thank you.

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“Mommy?” You question as soon as she picks up the phone, “I did something and I’m not sure how to fix it.”

“Well, I’m sure it’s all going to be okay, just tell me what happened,” Her voice is so soft and steady it makes you cry even more.

“I slept with someone, and I really liked it,” You admit, almost horrified that you’re saying it out loud.

“Well…honey that’s a normal thing-”

“It was Rooster, Kurtis’ best friend,” You inform her, “And now he won’t return my texts or anything. I haven’t heard from him in two weeks. And I’m afraid I ruined everything.”

“Oh,” She said softly, “I see…well, maybe it isn’t as bad as you think.”

“Mommy, I think I started to have feelings for him,” You admit, feeling your stomach twist, “And I feel like I’m cheating on Kurtis because I have feelings for another man, his best friend nonetheless and I feel like it just makes me a horrible person.”

“Oh honey, you’re allowed to move on.Kurtis wouldn’t want you to be alone forever. Maybe he would be glad it’s Rooster, out of anyone else, because he’d know him well enough to know that he would take care of you.”

“He made Rooster promise to take care of me,” You informed her, “And I took advantage of how we were feeling, how vulnerable we both were. God, he’ll never forgive me.”

“Maybe he’s just as confused as you are, sweetheart,” She suggests, “Maybe he needs space to figure it out, just like you do.”

It was another week before you got the courage to try to call Rooster. It went right to voicemail, like he declined your call. It makes you cry, thinking that you lost him too. You beg for him to call you back in the voicemail and apologize for ruining everything.

He doesn’t answer your call, or your texts. You go as far as texting one of the other members of the squadron to make sure he’s okay, at the very least. You’re told that he’s fine, just busy with training and to let up on calling and texting all of the time.

You feel your heart drop a little. He really doesn’t want to talk to you, or even see you. One night ruined everything. You hated it, because it was an amazing night, you didn’t want to regret it. You were tried of regretting things. But if that one amazing night cost you Rooster, how could you not regret it?

You try to go about your days as normal, working and coming home to an empty house. You even look at dogs, but none of them seem to speak to you. None of them felt right to you, like you didn’t have a connection with them. You feel broken again, like a giant piece of you is missing.

In a way, a big part of you is missing. Because Rooster became a big part of your life, a very normal part. You got too used to him being around and being in your house. Too used to him always being there with you. Too used to him holding you at night.

You’re back to having a mountain of pillows again to try to make the bed feel less empty. You went as far as ordering a weighted blanket to try to help. You were willing to try anything, as long as it meant you could sleep again. Because sleep was avoiding you once more.

You’re in the middle of cleaning a week later when you realized your period was late. Well, even later than it had been in the last few months. Your stomach churned at the thought. There was a whole stockpile of pregnancy tests in the cabinet underneath your sink in the bathroom, but the thought of taking one now….you couldn’t.

You couldn’t possibly be pregnant from one single night with Rooster. The universe couldn’t be that cruel to you, surely. There had to be some other reason that you’re extra late, the stress maybe? The fact you haven’t been eating a lot?

Your mind is spinning with possibilities. So many of them it makes you dizzy. Surely you aren’t pregnant though, it’s got to be a fluke, some sort of coincidence.

Your front door opening makes you pause, your body shaking like a leaf.

“Hey, it’s me,” Rooster calls from the entryway, “Can I come in?”

When you can’t bring yourself to respond you hear the sound of footsteps getting closer. Rooster takes in the way you look, white as a sheet, shaking in the middle of your living room. If he didn’t know any better, he would say that you’d seen a ghost. It worries him.

He came here to apologize for being so distant and explain himself. He came here to put himself out here, lay everything out on the table. Strip himself bare and let you know how he really felt, but now all he can do is rush forward and wrap you in his arms.

Tears burst from your eyes before you can even catch up with what’s happening. He strokes your back, shushing you gently. You clutch onto him, needing him to keep you grounded. You’re terrified, absolutely terrified. How would he react to what you have to tell him? How would he react to knowing he could be a father?

“What’s wrong,” He whispers, kissing the top of your head, “Talk to me.”

“You left,” You sob, “My period is late.”

He tenses, “How late?”

“Late enough,” Is all you can manage in response.

He swallows thickly, “Have you taken a test?”

You shake your head. You couldn’t take one all alone. The thought of what the results could be….no way you could’ve handled that without anyone here with you. There wasn’t anyone you could call to sit with you either, there was only Rooster. And until this moment, he was awol.

“Do you have any tests?” He questions, brows furrowed.

You nod slowly.

“Okay, c’mon, you need to take one. We can figure out what to do once we know,” He tells you softly, pulling you towards your bedroom.

“I’m scared,” Your voice is so soft he almost doesn’t hear you, “Will you stay?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” He doesn’t know if you mean just for this moment, or forever, but either way, he didn’t want to leave you.

His chest ached during the time he was away from you. He felt like he was missing a part of him. And the thought tore him up, because he felt like he was betraying his best friend. Kurtis made Rooster promise that he would look after you, not that he would fall in love with you.

“How long do we have to wait?” He asks you softly, scared to speak any higher than a whisper.

“A few minutes.”

He nods and grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly for a moment, “Whatever happens, it’s going to be okay.”

At some point he’s going to have to tell you that he received orders. That’s another reason why he stayed away, because he was going to leave and he didn’t know how to tell you. Just like he didn’t know how he was supposed to leave you behind. It wasn’t like he was staying close either, they were sending him all the way across the country. Back to Virginia Beach.

He wanted to ask you to come with him, and he would. If you were pregnant with his child, there was no way he would leave you behind. Even if the test was negative, he couldn’t stomach being so far away from you. It made him feel physically sick just to think about it.

Your phone timer goes off a few minutes later. He holds you tightly as you flip over the test, brows knitted together as you struggle to read it. But there’s only one line, not two. Bradley almost lets out a sigh of relief, but your eyes are watering.

“This is good,” You try to convince yourself, “We couldn’t- I-”

“It’s okay,” He assures you, kissing the top of your head.

Because he feels the same way, both relieved and somehow disappointed. One day, maybe if you feel the same way, you could have a child together. He could imagine it, and for a moment he let’s himself see it.

“I should be happy,” You try wiping at the tears, but more just keep coming, “Why aren’t I happy? Where have you been?”

“I needed time to think,” He admits, still holding you tightly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It feels right, having you here. It shouldn’t, but it does,” You tell him, turning in his arms so you can hug him back.

“I know it does, I feel the same way. Felt like I was walking around without a limb,” He laughs softly, “It’s wrong, but it feels so right to be with you.”

“Then stay,” You say simply, “Stay with me, Rooster.”

He swallows, “I got orders, I’m being restationed.”

“What?” Your heart drops, he’s leaving you, “Where?”

“Virginia Beach. I leave in two weeks,” He answers, “They actually gave a good heads up.”

“Oh.”

“Come with me.”

You look up at him, eyes still wet, “You want me to come with you? Are you just saying that because I thought I was pregnant?”

“Baby, I was going to ask you before that,” He promises, “I want you with me. We can start over out there.”

“My life is here,” You blink.

“You hate your job, you’re always complaining about it. Your family is on the East Coast,” He explains, “What do you have to keep you here?”

You almost say Kurtis. But then you think about it. You’ve been to his grave only a few times since the funeral. You hate the idea of him being there, in the cold ground. You’ve never been the type to sit and talk to a big slab of stone. Because in your mind, he isn’t there, he’s just everywhere. He’s in the rays of sun that peek through the clouds, and in the cool sea breeze, he’s in the flowers. He’s everywhere, and yet he’s nowhere.

“Okay,” You breathe out.

“Yeah?” He questions, bending down so he can look straight in your eyes, “Are you sure?”

“Do you even know where you’re going to live?” You question, a laugh somehow finding its way out.

“My folks had a house not far from base,” He explains, “I’ve kept it up and rented it out for a couple of years to other military families. The last tenants just got restationed too, so it’s wide open and ready.”

“Your parents' house? Like where you grew up?” You ask, looking up at him.

“Yeah,” He nods, “I was going to pack up a u-haul and drive it down next week.”

“You really want me to come with you?” You question again, trying to wrap your head around everything that’s happening.

You went from thinking you were pregnant to suddenly agreeing to move across the country with your husband's best friend. Only, he’s more than that now. Because he means more to you now. He’s someone you’re falling in love with, and someone you never expected to love. It snuck up on you, slowly and steadily, until suddenly it’s all you could think about.

Until all you wanted was to be held by him all day every day, and to talk to him and to kiss him. All you wanted was to be around him. The thought of him being all the way across the country from you made your chest hurt. You couldn’t imagine being that far away from him. You couldn’t say that you loved him out loud, it still felt too soon for something like that. But you did feel it, like a blanket wrapping around your heart.

“Baby, I can’t imagine you being anywhere else,” He replies honestly, “I want you with me, everyday.”

You lean up to kiss him. Softly, slowly, like you have all the time in the world. Because now you really felt like you did. If you were going to go with him, you’d have every single day to do this, for as long as you had him.

“Okay,” You say again.

“Yeah?”

You nod and kiss him once more, “Yeah. I’ll come with you. I want to come.”

Two weeks later you climbed the lush green hill towards the spot where Kurtis was buried. You were dressed in comfortable shorts and an old t-shirt that Rooster left behind before driving to Virginia. You take a deep breath and sit down, hand skimming the top of the tombstone.

“I’m not good at saying goodbye,” You sigh, “But I think you already know everything I’m going to say. I like to think that you’ve been keeping an eye on both of us. Maybe you gave him the push he needed to come back to me. Or gave me the push to admit how I felt about him. Either way, I blame all of this on you, Kurt. Playing matchmaker from the beyond.”

You take a deep breath and set flowers down, “I know it hasn’t even been a year yet. But he isn’t replacing you. No one could ever do that. You were my soulmate, I firmly believe that. But I’m not the same person I was when we got married, losing you changed me. It changed him too, and I think it changed us so much that we fit together now. I love him, Kurtis, and I didn’t mean to. It just sort of happened.”

You wipe at a few stray tears. You never planned on saying goodbye to him twice. This time feels like closing the chapter on the two of you. A very final goodbye. Your chest felt tight, you wished Rooster was here with you, instead of waiting for you to make the drive across the country in his Bronco. You sold your car last week, with plans to buy something a little better once you got settled in Virginia.

“I hope you’re happy wherever you are. I wish you were still here…I miss you every day. I’m not trying to replace you, because no one ever could. But I also can’t be alone forever, and I think you understand that. I certainly hope so. I leave for Virginia today. Rooster is letting me drive the Bronco, can you believe that? He didn’t even seem worried when he handed me the keys. I remember you used to joke that you’d know he really loved someone when he let them drive that thing….so, I guess that means he must love me too.”

You take a deep breath and stand up, “Thank you for being my first love, Kurt. I’m sorry you weren’t my last, I wish you could have been. You know I’ll never forget you, and I’ll always love you. But this isn’t home for me anymore, so I have to go.”

You lean down to kiss the tombstone, “Goodbye Kurt, I’ll love you forever.”

You’re in the Bronco, ready to start the vehicle when you pull out your phone and call Rooster. He picks up on the second ring, his voice putting you at ease almost instantly. You relax into the seat, smelling him all around you.

“Are you on your way?” He questioned.

“Leaving now,” You tell him, “I’ll call you at every stop, I promise.”

“I’ll be waiting here for you,” His voice sounds so happy, you can almost picture him smiling in the middle of the living room, “I can’t wait for you to get here.”

“Just a couple of days,” You remind him, “And then I’m all yours.”

“Do you have everything?” He asks again, for the millionth time today.

“I triple checked,” You promise, “I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you,” He says quickly, without even thinking.

The admission makes you smile. You said it for the first time before he left, unable to stop yourself. You were afraid something might happen to him on his drive and you needed him to know it, just in case. He smiled and kissed you so hard you swore your lips might bruise, then he told you he loved you a million times.

“I love you,” You laugh, turning the keys in the ignition, “I’ll see you soon, Roos. Stay safe.”

“Drive safe, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you again,” He sighs, “Been too long already.”

You laugh and pull away from the curb, “Soon,” You promise, “I gotta go. I’ll call you later tonight. Fly safe.”

“Always,” He promises, “Just come on home to me, baby. Come on home.”

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