#now just know that we are not surviving this season

[aeribbon]

target acquired | oscar piastri

requested here

summary; the only thing more dangerous than your job is dating an f1 driver in secret and oh...! oscar is just trying to survive lando's gossip group chat

featuring; f1driver!oscar piastri x bau agent!f!reader

fc; yu jimin

warnings; english isn't my first language + not proof read YET ! i have my finals exams next week hurfezpIPFJ

an; i tried lol i don't really know a lot about bau/fbi hope you like it

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texts between lando, charles, carlos, george, ollie, pierre, max, alex → oscar

texts between oscar → you

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f1paddocktea a mysterious girl was seen arriving at the paddock with a part of oscar's team and then headed to the mclaren motorhome ! could this be oscar's girlfriend 💌 ? if you have any more info please send us an email.

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username she didn’t even look lost. first time in the paddock and she knew where to go. that’s suspicious

username someone said she flashed a badge at some haters. IS THIS A JOKE

username this is giving criminal minds x drive to survive crossover energy and i’m living for it

username she's the badass girl we all want to be omg

username she gave the vibes of someone who has disarmed a man before. with one hand. while texting.

username we have nothing on her. no tagged pics. no pap shots. no soft launch. WHO IS SHE ??

username for real though, never seen someone with zero to none presence online this is so suspicious.

anonymouswagupdates unconfirmed but someone from hospitality said she “doesn’t eat during cases” WHAT DOES THAT MEAN 😭

username i saw her. black boots, dark sunglasses, zero expression. that’s not a random plus one, that’s a mission...

texts between charles, george, ollie and lando

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kymillman a first official appearance for oscar piastri and his girlfriend in the f1 paddock ahead of today's race !

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username DAMN

username nvm oscar i don't want you but YOUR GF ??

username never knew oscar had the game to pull of this beauty

username SO YOU’RE TELLING ME SHE’S BEEN IN THE PADDOCK THIS WHOLE TIME?? she's giving secret agent fr

landonorris what you know about that ?

oscarpiastri lando please behave

username she blinked and ferrari fumbled a strategy call. coincidence?? I THINK NOT.

username this explains the sudden confidence boost this season 😌

mclaren our driver’s safe and emotionally supported... and also heavily protected apparently

username she shows up and he wins once again ?? pls come to every race from now on

username YES PLEASE

georgerussell plot twist: oscar’s actually the emotional support boyfriend in this relationship

olliebearman be careful on your words with oscar she might come and get you

username i love how we are all acting as if she’s not here for the grid drama but she’s here to assess threat levels and kiss her man after podium.

username i meannnnnn

texts between lando, charles, carlos, george, ollie, pierre, max, alex → oscar

[queen-of-the-avengers]

we can't be friends (wait for your love)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k (including lyrics)

Warnings: heartbreaking angst

Summary: The love you have for Bucky is so consuming and passionate, you can’t handle him being gone. You can’t handle the thought of never seeing Bucky again is too much to bear, so you do the only thing you can think of to survive.

Square Filled: image prompt (C5) (2024) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: this is based on the song we can't be friends (wait for your love) by Ariana Grande. i also pulled inspiration from how elena gilbert got her memories erased by alaric in season 6 of the vampire diaries.

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I didn't think you'd understand me How could you ever even try? I don't wanna tiptoe, but I don't wanna hide But I don't wanna feed this monstrous fire Just wanna let this story die And I'll be alright

The empty box sits in your bed, mocking you. You knew this was coming with how reckless you’ve been. If you didn’t have the super soldier serum running through your veins, you would have for sure died. You’re picking fights left and right, leaving behind injured bodies after insured bodies. You usually can stop yourself before you kill someone, but that barrier is disappearing slowly.

Right in front of your eyes. Just like you. 

You don’t recognize your reflection anymore. You guess grief does that to a person. Months ago, Thanos snapped and caused half of the universe to be dusted away. Bucky just so happened to be one of the unlucky ones. He left, hid away to let the other half pick up the pieces he broke. No one knows if or when they will be back, and the unknown is causing you to be reckless.

You have to fix this now before it gets any worse. Before the people you saved the world with start hunting you.

You pick up a framed photograph of you and Bucky. In this, you look so happy, as if nothing bad could ever happen to you. You’ve always been shy in front of cameras, so you’re trying to hide yourself from the lens by burying your head in Bucky’s chest. You put that in the box and grab the next item, one of his shirts. You put it to your nose and inhale his scent, which still lingers. Your heart breaks knowing you might not ever see him again.

One by one, you fill the boxes of items that represent your love for Bucky. A box of memories, if you will. The last thing you put in the box is a notebook. You wrote yourself a letter in case you find this box well after what you plan to do is done.

You cap the box and carry it over to Wanda’s room on the other end of the compound. Should you even be doing this? The only person who can take away your pain is Wanda. She can erase Bucky from your head. Still, you hesitate. What if Bucky comes back? What if he comes back and you don’t remember him like you should? It’s why you have this box, this notebook. The letter explains everything you plan to do, and if you so wish, then Wanda will restore your memories. At least, you hope she can.

Just like a flip of a switch.

You knock twice on Wanda’s door, and she opens it quickly since she’s expecting you. You push past her and set the box on her bed.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks.

“I have to. If you do this, can you reverse the memories?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I need you to hold onto this box. If things change down the line, I want you to show me this box and the letter inside.”

“Of course.”

You sit on the edge of her bed and wring your fingers nervously. “Can you explain the process to me again?”

“I’m going to be using magic to rewrite the memories in your brain, manipulating them to change the feelings you have for them.” She sits next to you. “For each memory that is connected to Bucky, I will help modify. It will eventually lead us to the signature memory, and will serve as a domino effect for all memories that follow it.”

That sounds too complicated. That sounds like it’s going to take all day to do. “Can’t you just make me forget everything at once?”

“I am supernaturally rewiring five years of memories. I wish it were that easy.”

“Okay,” you nod. “Do it.”

She lifts one hand infused with red magic and places two fingers to your temples. Your eyes shine the same color as her magic, showing her that you’re under her compulsion.

“You will answer each of my questions honestly.”

“I will answer everything honestly,” you nod.

She lowers her hand, but the red in your eyes doesn’t dim. “Are you afraid?”

“More sad than afraid.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to stop loving him, but I have to do this if I want to survive.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Who is Bucky Barnes?”

“He was my boyfriend. I loved him, but he died in the snap,” you sniffle.

“When did you meet him?”

You don’t have to think about this answer. “It was five years ago. I was just given the super soldier serum, and I didn’t handle it very well. They sent Bucky to help me through it. He showed me that it wasn’t all bad.”

The red light in your eyes shines brighter because she uses more magic to influence your mind. “Bucky never helped you. It was a stranger, someone you didn’t know. You made it through without him.”

“It was a stranger.” A tear slides down your cheek as you repeat after her. “Bucky never helped me.”

“Are you okay?” she asks in a soft voice.

“Yeah.” You wipe the tear away. “Let’s just keep going.”

Me and my truth, we sit in silence Mm, baby girl, it's just me and you 'Cause I don't wanna argue, but I don't wanna bite My tongue, yeah, I think I'd rather die You got me misunderstood But at least I look this good

It’s been what feels like hours, and you’re exhausted. Wanda keeps rewiring your memories, but she hasn’t hit the signature memory yet. The memory that will change all of the good ones like falling dominoes.

“What’s the first thing you think of when you think of Bucky?”

“My birthday,” you say without hesitation. “He took me on a motorcycle ride up the coast, and Tony let us use his cabin in the woods. It was just us. It was romantic with the rain and the fireplace going. That’s where he told me he loved me for the first time.”

Your eyes shine bright red. “Bucky only took you on a ride up and down the coast. There was no cabin. No fire. No rain. He never told you that he loved you. Who is Bucky Barnes?”

“He was my boyfriend. I loved him, but he died in the snap,” you sniffle.

“Why don’t we take a little break?”

“No, I’m good. Please keep going.”

“Okay,” she sighs. “Tell me another memory you have of him.”

“One time, Bucky saved me from a bad date. He knew I was going on a date with someone who stood me up, so he took me out instead.”

“Bucky never saved you from the date.”

“I got stood up. I was embarrassed, but I got over it.”

“Who is Bucky Barnes?” she asks again.

“He was my boyfriend.” Your voice falters. “I loved him, but he died in the snap.” You sigh in frustration. “Wanda, come on. How much longer is this going to take?”

“Until we find that signature moment. The moment you knew you loved him.”

You perk up. “That’s easy. It was his birthday, and I waited until after the party to give him his gift. Bucky wasn’t a materialistic guy, but I got him a cassette tape with all his favorite songs from the 40s. We danced in his room that night.”

She uses magic to influence your mind. “You gave him a gift card at the party. You went to bed afterwards alone. Who is Bucky Barnes?”

“He was my boyfriend--”

“That’s not it,” she cuts you off. “You need to dig deeper.”

You sigh in frustration. “Okay, maybe it was when Steve, Bucky, and I went to see a movie together. I sat next to him, and all I could think about was kissing him. All I could think about was his hand right next to mine.”

“No one kissed anyone,” she compels. “Who is Bucky Barnes?”

“He was my boy--”

“That’s not it. Next.”

“I don’t know, Wanda!” you yell.

“Think about it, Y/N. Think about the moment you knew you loved him, when you knew he was someone you had feelings for. The moment you could see those feelings going on forever. Trust me, you never forget it.”

You’re so tired. You’re not sure how much more your heart can take. This is killing you, and you’re getting nowhere.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have done this. I’m sorry, Wanda, but I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.” The red light dims from your eyes. You grab the box from her and walk toward her door. “I’m sorry.”

Know that you made me I don't like how you paint me Yet, I'm still here hanging Not what you made me It's something like a daydream But I feel so seen in the night So for now, it's only me And maybe that's all I need

Wanda knows the memory is at the tip of your mind. There is only one person who might have some insight, so she goes in search of Steve. She finds him in the kitchen cooking a meal for the remaining Avengers.

“How is it going?” Steve asks.

He’s not totally on board with your plan, but he knows you need to do this in order to heal. He has no clue if and when the snapped people will come back, so he understands you’re looking out for yourself.

“I’ve hit a wall. Can you help me? I need that signature moment when she knew she loved him.”

“You didn’t hear this from me, but she fell in love with him when she was a soldier for HYDRA. She was killing people, and Bucky really helped her. He was the only person who could calm her down.”

Wanda nods, knowing what she has to do now. She thanks Steve and leaves the kitchen. The tears have not stopped streaming down since you entered your room. This was a stupid idea. The box is open on your bed, and you’re pulling items from it to put them back where they belong. Maybe you’re not meant to forget someone like Bucky. Maybe you’re meant to suffer indefinitely.

You grab his shirt and put it to your nose. His scent is fading, but you try to hold onto the last remaining part of him. Your bedroom door opens and Wanda walks in. You put the shirt down and grab another item from the box.

“Wanda, it didn’t work, okay?”

“Because you weren’t being honest.”

You are flabbergasted. “Are you crazy? I was being completely honest! Do you really think I want to go through my love life with you?”

“You weren't being honest with yourself. I want to hear the Bucky stuff while you were a HYDRA soldier.”

Your entire body tenses. “No. I was a killing machine. I didn’t love anything.”

“You loved Bucky.” You sit on the edge of the bed and clutch his shirt close to you. You’re afraid of letting go. She sits next to you and puts a hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, Y/N. You can tell me.” Your eyes shine red. “Tell me the moment you knew you loved him.”

“I remember coming home one night after a mission. I killed nearly thirty people. I was covered in blood. Bucky found me in the shower, sitting on the ground, just broken. HYDRA never cared what happened to me after they were done using me, but Bucky did.

“He held me in the shower with all his clothes on. He let me just feel his arms and let me cry. He made me feel seen, and he made me feel safe even though my hands had killed that night. I didn’t know what love was, but in that moment, I knew I loved him. He understood my pain, and he didn’t try to fix me. I knew then that if we continued down that road, he could be someone I’d love unconditionally.”

You start to cry knowing this next part will change everything for you. You look at Wanda through the tears. “Do it. Please. I can’t keep feeling like this. Please take him away.”

Her magic works hard, casting a bright color in your eyes. “You took a shower alone. You washed all the blood off yourself, got into bed, and watched a movie by yourself all night.” The second her words register in your brain, you stop crying. It’s like a switch has been flipped. “Y/N, who is Bucky Barnes?”

“He was the Winter Soldier. He killed a lot of people, and then he died in the snap.”

We can't be friends But I'd like to just pretend You cling to your papers and pens Wait until you like me again Wait for your love Lo-love, I'll wait for your love I'll wait for your love Lo-love, I'll wait for your love

Five years have gone by since that fateful night with Wanda. No one has said a word about your feelings for Bucky. You’re doing a lot better, and no one wants to take that from you. Not only that, but Tony died to bring everyone who was snapped back from the dead.

It’s going to take a while, but humanity will go back to the way it was before.

The bars are once again crowded, but you don’t mind it. It’s the very first thing you went to after the big fight. Wanda has grown close with you over the years, and you consider her to be your best friend.

“Be right back. I gotta pee,” you say over the music.

You leave the table and head over to the bathroom. There is a group of men chatting, with Bucky being one of the men. He was dragged out to the bars to celebrate the win against Thanos. His back is turned to you, but anyone would recognize that long hair and muscular build.

Still, you walk past him without a second glance his way. For the first time in what feels like years, you can finally breathe without it hurting.

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[dichromaticdyke]

only a god can kill a god: a toki wartooth case study

i started thinking about these lines:

because…yes, i know that, logically, the word “rebirth” was probably chosen because it rhymes with the previous line, “men and women of the earth.” but the line was still put in the text. and death of the author means i don’t have to care about the irl reasons an author put any particular words in the text, it means i just need to care about the text, so what the fuck does nathan mean, rebirth?

let’s look at DSR, shall we? toki is absolutely tortured for weeks, if not months, on end. abigail is there too (*gripping your shoulders* do not fucking forget about abigail right now or ever when it comes to DSR), but it is always clear the main target of the pain and misery is on him. he is the one who looked the most sickly and weak the entire time. he almost seems to submit to this misery.

now let’s remember toki’s childhood. he was relentlessly abused by his parents, and one of his main forms of punishment was isolation and neglect—the punishment hole. hell, we’re not even told how long they’d keep him down there, it could have been days. anything up to whatever the maximum amount of time a child could go without food and water was possible. he was also punished with whippings and being fucking chained up. but toki surviving this regular form of abuse before escaping and eventually entering into a life of unfettered hedonism made it difficult for him to isolate between the two extremes. toki has only really known two things: poverty and destitution and suffering, vs. wealth and excess and joy. so of course this led to him being the obnoxious, selfish little shit we know today.

how does this connect to DSR and what i’m getting at? what i’m laying the groundwork for here is that toki can survive absolutely horrific shit. the trade-off to that, though, is that he also will bring death to those he touches with his love. the exception is dethklok, but their own god powers mitigate that.

so, wait, he’s loved other people, hasn’t he? what about charles, rockzo, or abigail? why haven’t they been killed by toki’s love?

charles: he does die. he dies at the end of season 2 and is brought back. don’t forget this either okay, charles is brought back.

rockzo: well, lots of things could have killed that clown. we know that, but more importantly, toki’s love for him seems pretty damn conditional. yes, he does often gravitate towards him against his own better judgment, and yes he is happy to see him in AOTD. however, i would first argue that his happiness in AOTD does come with the caveat that he had been regressed at the time—he might not have necessarily been seeing rockzo as himself, but more the platonic ideal of the clown protector/friend he’d always had. second, the last moment toki had with rockzo prior to getting kidnapped, rockzo is trying to warn toki about magnus. toki doesn’t take kindly to this warning, which makes sense given that toki had also had to deal with dethklok trying to keep him away from rockzo. toki has a history of the people who care about him trying to keep him away from bad influences, but toki interprets this more as jealousy or pettiness instead of genuine love and concern. so toki’s rocky relationship with rockzo seems to come less from love and more from enjoying his presence until he pisses him off. so i don’t know if toki has ever truly loved him.

abigail: she is the only one showing toki any care or concern during his entrapment. he of course grew to love her throughout this. but she doesn’t die, she isn’t even nearly as close to death as toki is. and this is the main crux of what i’m going to put forth.

my theory is that toki dies during DSR.

he is the closest to death, and as the angel of death, he is taking on more and more of abigail’s suffering as well as the primary torture as magnus’s target. abigail is still being tortured too, of course, but toki is subconsciously protecting her and keeping her alive. then we come to the reverse crucifixion of them. just like how MMA murders ishnifus, they’re strung up upside down on a cross. in many christian beliefs, st. peter was crucified upside down both because it was more painful and because he requested as such to show that the people crucifying him were behaving antithetically to what they should have been, according to their and his values. so, okay, we can see how ishnifus would have that parallel too. but why toki and abigail?

well, to make them suffer, for one. MMA and magnus are also working counter to the church’s beliefs, so again there’s that religious parallel. if you want to take into account the imagery that is similar to tarot, The Hanged Man represents self-sacrifice. ishnifus sacrifices himself intentionally. but toki and abigail don’t.

unless toki does.

what is it that is chanted throughout so much of the soundtrack? “one of us must die.” the black klok sings it, charles sings it, nathan alludes to the possibility of it. and i used to think it kind of a cop-out that it is just ishnifus who dies. even though it fit in with the prophetic angle of a religious figure needing to die, his self-sacrifice isn’t that impactful since he isn’t much of a character in the show except for, basically, the episode right before DSR. so what if toki dies?

i’m looking at The Doomstar Libretto, because it seems to be the pure plan for DSR and includes some details that couldn’t make it into the final cut; for example, the Libretto actually makes sure to include abigail being present during the climax and includes a shot of nathan carrying her out, whereas in the final project she somehow completely vanishes from the room once MMA arrives. so the Libretto is much more aware of abigail’s presence in DSR. knowing that, i wanna look at this passage:

toki is nearly dead. abigail, not so much. this is absolutely the definitive proof that he is much worse for wear than she is, even while being crucified. so what i want to posit is that, sometime after the band releases them, toki does die. he dies after succumbing to his torture, after taking on much of abigail’s pain, and, perhaps, he dies as a way to prevent his band and abigail from dying due to his own curse. they are able to hold him up, but he dies without anyone realizing. and then...

emphasizing that toki too is affected by the dethlights is strange to me. it doesn’t seem to need to be something to emphasize, right? you could just as easily say, “all five members of dethklok,” or something similar. why are they specifying toki too?

the dethlights brought toki back to life; he is reborn through them.

i know this all sounds so insane, we’re really given no reason to actually think that this is the chain of events that happens. but toki is taking on an immense amount of suffering, he manages to not kill his only other friend in captivity despite his angel of death abilities, there is a constant threat that one of dethklok would die during this, and toki experiences a grand rebirth, according to nathan.

you’re still not buying it. fine. we’ll consider toki in AOTD, then. we’ll consider how he is obviously very traumatized by his experience in the first couple scenes, but otherwise we don’t see much from him. on the most, he’s much more reserved than he usually is in the show. he’s usually much more dynamic, happy, excitable; possibly angry and cruel, but he’s usually doing much more than he is in AOTD. for the most part in AOTD, he’s still recognizable as toki, but something still feels off. and yeah, that could very easily be the trauma.

but remember how he also age regresses in AOTD? i’ll definitely agree that there’s evidence that he regresses during the original series. traumatic events in the original series (watching juliette die, almost being murdered by MMA, watching his father die) all almost immediately leads to noticeable shifts in toki’s character: from palling around with rockzo, to being less sarcastic and hateful, to nearly killing a guy at a concert, respectively. so he’s had trauma responses before, and he’s definitely always had interest in more childish things, but the regression in AOTD feels quite different.

if he is reborn, maybe he is mentally, too. i’m not denying that he could age regress as a natural trauma response, i’m instead positing that his brain is literally reborn after the dethlights resuscitates him, and during AOTD we watch his brain try to age back to the age it was before he dies. note also how pickles says that, “we think he’s regressing.” so that’s just a guess on the band’s part, it wasn’t something toki said, it wasn’t something a professional said. it’s a guess. it’s strange. and the regression happens at the funeral, but never anywhere else in any other stressful scenarios during the movie. no, instead we still just see this toki who’s himself but just different. because maybe he hasn’t fully caught up to the age he was prior to his death. maybe because he’s not quite the same person he was before his death. by the end of the movie he might be what he was before, or at least close, hard to say.

but you know what i really think helps me prove this? when else do we see the band using the dethlights? at the end of AOTD. after nathan, who had been unconscious for quite a long time after falling into the reactor, wakes up. he wakes up immediately with the power of the dethlights. unless he isn’t unconscious. unless he is dead, unless the dethlights brought him back to life, too. this has happened twice now! however, he isn’t reborn the way toki is; we can see that with the fact that nathan doesn’t regress. how do i account for that? well, same reason nathan doesn’t forget what happens in DSR the way the rest of his band does. as band lyricist, as the voice of the prophecy, he’s allowed much more mental strength regarding the band’s mystic and divine abilities. the rest of the band needs to undergo amnesia or other incredible mental strain to deal with it, but nathan doesn’t need to. toki, however, very much does.

tl;dr: toki dies in DSR after receiving the most abuse and after taking on abigail’s abuse as well to help keep her alive, possibly even turning his own angel of death curse in on himself to protect his loved ones. the dethlights bring him back to life in a reborn state, but, in doing so, he is reborn mentally, his mind reverting to a much younger age but rapidly ageing back up during AOTD until he reaches his true age and (most of) his true self again.

[astraljedi]

Long Story Short (Tommy Miller)

Summary: After arriving in Jackson, you reunite with Tommy Miller—an old flame you haven't seen in over twenty years. And as you and your daughter try to settle into your new reality, old feelings, regrets and past scars resurface.

Pairing: Single Dad!Tommy Miller x Reader

Warnings: mention of trauma, scars, past abuse (implied), protective!Tommy, past miscommunication.

Word Count: 2.9K

Songs: Long Story Short by Taylor Swift

A/N: Not going to lie, I've had this idea for a while now and I'm currently planning on writing a part 2. Also, do you guys like the custom headers/posters for each fic? Let me know your thoughts and ENJOY! Taglist: @grayandthyme @darkwhisperswolf @umadirectioner -

Long story short, it was a bad time

For months, it was just Lucy and me crossing state lines all alone. Enduring different weather, escaping raiders and surviving the chaos of the end of the world. There were moments where I sat and thought if I made the right decision. FEDRA wasn’t safe, our home wasn’t safe either. But what if it’s even worse out here and I risked her safety for us to end up worse than before?  

The moment Lucy turned fourteen, I started prepping her in secret while her father was away. Sneaking out through the back walls into the woods, not too far but not too close where the guards could hear guns going off. For two years, I managed to teach her how to survive outside FEDRA’s walls with or without me. There was always a high risk of me falling behind, sacrificing myself for her or even if her dad managed to find us. He would kill me and she needed to know how to escape him, even if that meant leaving me behind. 

It took years to work up the courage, and even more guts to finally run one night while her father was out on duty. But for her? I’d do it all over again, a thousand times in a heartbeat. 

I didn’t know what was waiting for us beyond those fences. But I knew I had to take a chance of it being safer than keeping Lucy under the same roof as the man who was supposed to protect us. The man I thought was the kindest soul once, caring and loving. 

By the time we crossed Wyoming, the cold was setting in hard. The winds were picking up and we barely could see anything between the rows of trees. I hoped for the sight of an abandoned cabin, something for us to sit and stand by while the weather eased. I thought maybe we’d hit our end of the road. 

But when those tall gates creaked opened and the patrol team that found us led us inside, It was the first time in months that I could breathe a little easier. 

I keep Lucy close, my arms tucked around her shoulders, trying to share what little warmth we have between the two of us. It was only the beginning of the season, and it was already this bad. I cant imagine how its going to be when a storm comes. 

“We should get them something to eat,” One of the guys who brought us in says. 

“No, they need medical attention first. And some new warmer clothes. God knows how long they’ve been out there almost freezing to death in those thin jackets.” the young woman snaps back at him. They were whispering but I could hear every word clearly. 

My lips tremble as I look around the town. The white snow carpeted the whole town, kids were playing in the snow while other adults walked around the town, drinking whatever warm liquid they were serving out of one of the tall buildings. It was surreal, seeing a town actually living, no FEDRA, no infected in sight. Just normalcy and community. 

I turn to Lucy, her eyes glimmering as she catches sight of a group of laughing teenagers slip out of the bakery with their own drinks in hand. She doesn’t say anything, but the hope in her eyes makes my heart swell.

“Peach?” A low gasp escapes me and my body freezes on the spot. That voice, that same voice that haunted me for years during sleepless nights. For a moment, I think my mind is playing games with me.

The cold finally getting to me. 

But the moment I turn around slowly, my heart at a stop waiting for it to jump out of my chest the moment I wake up from the trance.

The moment my eyes land on his, dark eyes that had gone through hell, but those were still the same brown eyes I fell in love with over twenty years ago back in Texas. 

The memory of those same eyes scanning my exposed skin under the hot summer Texas sun, his rough fingertips trailing up my thighs until they met with the hem of my shorts, tugging them down slowly as his lips feverishly roamed every inch of my body. Leaving me breathless and aching. Hoping the neighbor didn’t pop their head over the fence. 

“Tommy,” I breathe out. 

He was still the man I ran away from, too scared to get my heart broken. Because there was no getting over Tommy Miller, there was no cure for the man who stood in front of me. He looks older, lines at the corner of his eyes, a few new scars across his cheek and forehead.

This version of him, rugged, tougher and broader. At first, he looks like a soldier right after battle, in pain and like he’s seen the worst. But then I catch a glimpse of the version I used to know, soft, caring and tender. 

He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t waste any second more and crosses the distance between us in quick strides. His strong arms pull me into his body and I welcome his warmth, the familiar weight of him. 

I bury my face in his chest, my hands clinging to the back of his thick jacket. God, it’s been so long since I’ve felt this safe and at peace in someone’s arms. In the arms of a man who I know wouldn’t dare hurt me, the arms that held me close like I would vanish the second I pull away. 

“I thought you were dead,” He breathes, his face nuzzled so close. His voice trembles, but I could feel the sense of relief and his shoulders relax once he realizes I’m not running away. “Peach, you don’t know how long I looked for you.”

I close my eyes, taking in his new scent of wood, leather and a hint of smokiness. It was different, mature. 

My throat strains and hot tears sting my eyes, the weight of everything almost crumbling down all at once. The weight of every bruise, every cry and scar on my body. Heavy sleepless nights were Lucy was sick and her father was nowhere to be found, probably drunk and fucking someone else while I stayed up with a crying six month old, desperate to get her feeling better. 

“Mom?” Lucy’s voice pulls me out of the trance. Tommy tenses and I pull away from him, already missing his warmth when the harsh wind crashes to me. I quickly wipe away the tears from the corner of my eyes and try to compose myself.

“Sorry,” I mumble, pulling her close. “Tommy, this is my daughter, Lucy.” 

Tommy looks stunned, eyeing me and then at Lucy.

Lucy looks up at me confused, her brows pushed together. Then she looks at Tommy, eyeing him top to bottom. “How do you guys know each other? You never mentioned a Tommy.”

I clear my throat, feeling my cheeks heating up. “We used to be friends, before the outbreak.” 

Tommy scratches the back of his head, nervous with a tint of red on his cheeks. “Nice to meet you, Lucy.” 

Lucy shrugs. “Can we go somewhere warmer? My jacket’s too thin, and I’m starving.” I huff at her, giving her a stern look. 

“What?” She asks, genuinely confused. “You’re only wearing one layer because you gave me the second jacket we had so I wouldn’t get cold. One more second out here and your lips are going to turn blue.” 

Tommy chuckles. He lets patrol know that he's taking over and sends them over to the stables to finish their shift.

“How about we get you both something warm to eat,” He says, gently slipping his arm around my shoulders again, guiding us toward one of the buildings. “And then we can find you better jackets.” 

It’s embarrassing how fast Lucy and I devour the warm, flavorful stew Tommy got us at the dining hall. Hiking across borders doesn’t exactly guarantee hot meals everyday, it doesn’t even guarantee food at all unless you’re lucky or smart enough to make it work. 

“I’m sorry mom,” Lucy mumbles, her mouth still full, “but this is way better than wild rabbit.” 

I roll my eyes playfully, swallowing the last bite. “God forbid a mom tries to make do with what nature gives her to feed her grumpy teenager.” I tease, nudging her shoulder.

“Wait ‘til you try the chocolate cake,” Tommy says, leaning back in the wooden chair across from us, a smile tugging at his mouth.

“You’re kidding. Cake?” Lucy’s eyes light up. “I’ve never had cake before.”

“Stay here. I’ll get you both a slice.” He chuckles, standing up and shaking his head before walking off.

The moment Tommy leaves, Lucy leans in, sipping what’s left of her stew. “Does Dad know him too?”

“No,” I choke out, clearing my throat. “I met Tommy way before your dad, we lived on the same street.” 

Lucy hums, processing my answer. 

Tommy comes back with two slices of chocolate cake in each hand. I force a smile and take the plate, but my stomach twists. Just the mention of her father is enough to ruin my appetite.

“Dad!” a little voice shouts.

My head snaps toward the small voice just in time to see a boy—no more than four—running across the hall and launching himself into Tommy’s lap.

“Benji,” Tommy grunts, smiling as he catches the kid and holds him tight.

A kid. He has a kid and it didn’t even cross my mind that he could be married, let alone have a kid. 

“Where’s your mom, huh?” Tommy asks gently, brushing snow from Benji’s coat.

“Right here,” comes a gorgeous woman in braids, shaking snow off her jacket. Her braids are perfect, not a hair out of place even with the strong winds outside. “He wanted to see you before bedtime,” she says with a soft smile, reaching out to smooth Benji’s hair.

Lucy glances at me, silently asking if I knew about them. I give a small shrug and slide my untouched cake over to her. She accepts it without question, already distracted by the sugary frosting.

“This is Maria,” Tommy says, unreadable. “She basically runs the town—pretty much the reason Jackson’s still standing.” Then, he introduces us, “And this is her daughter, Lucy.”

My Lucy grins and gives a small wave, cheeks puffed out with cake.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Maria says warmly. “I hope Jackson’s been good to you so far. Kat, the girl who brought you in, told me how they found you. I’m glad you’re safe and I hope you’re considering staying.”

Maria wears confidence and kindness proudly. No wonder she’s the glue that keeps this place together.

“Thank you,” I say softly. “We didn’t really know where we were going. I just—I wanted to find somewhere safe. Somewhere Lucy could grow.”

“If you decide to stay,” Maria offers, “there’s a school and they get to help with minor easy chores. Kids get to be kids here.”

“There’s no rush,” Tommy adds, placing Benji gently on the floor. “But there’s a small house that’s been renovated. If you want it—it’s yours. For both of you.”

I glance at Lucy. Her cheeks are rosy, her eyes bright. And she looks like a kid again. Not a survivor, just a girl, full of curiosity, a little mischief and grumpiness.

“I like the sound of that,” I say, looking between Tommy and Maria. “What do I have to do?”

And for the first time in years, there’s a little hope brewing inside of what our lives could be like living here.

For the night, Lucy and I would stay at Tommy’s until he could stop by the next morning bright early to make sure everything was working fine for the both of us. 

Tommy’s house is quiet, warm and every corner smells like him.

I shut the guest bedroom door gently, careful not to wake Lucy. After her shower, she changed and crawled into bed before I could even brush her hair. She was out in seconds—exhausted from months of hiking across states, finally resting on something soft.

I shiver as I head downstairs barefoot. One of Tommy’s neighbors had dropped off clothes for us, and I’m desperate for a comfortable, oversized sweatshirt. Even with the fire crackling in the living room, the tank top and sweatpants aren’t cutting it. Not after the shower either—my skin still flushed pink from the heat, and somehow, I’m still cold.

I crouch in front of the basket and start sifting through it, hoping to find something warm enough to get me through the night. 

I glance up, hearing footsteps. And for a second I think it’s Lucy, but they’re heavier, hesitant. 

Tommy stands in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, a steaming mug in his hands. His eyes land on my shoulder first—on the long, faded scar slicing across my upper arm. Then they catch the newer one at my temple, still tender and pink.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. 

But I see it—the shift in his face. His jaw clenches, the storm, rage and a hint of hurt brewing behind his eyes.

I tug an oversized sweatshirt over my shoulders, my fingers trembling—not from the cold, but from the memories burned into my skin.

Tommy walks in slowly, handing the mug out to me. “Chamomile with a bit of honey.” 

“Thanks.” I take it with both hands, settling down on the couch while letting the warmth spread into my fingers. 

I expect him to sit further across the room, but he sits down right on the edge of the coffee table. Looking straight at me. 

There’s a moment of silence, just us staring at each other while I sip my tea. His eyes trail my body, not sexually, but looking at me like I might break at any moment. And if I do, there’s no doubt he wouldn’t flinch to catch me, to protect me from the darkness in my head.

He’s trying to read me, trying to guess what happened all these years we’ve been apart.

“I looked for you, you know.” He breaks the silence, hands folded between his knees. I stare at him, cowardly pushing my words and feelings down. “Every quarantine zone I passed through, every supply run... I kept hoping I’d find you. Prayed you weren’t taken from me from this world.”

“I was out of state before the outbreak hit.” My voice is low, hiding behind the mug. 

“Why did you leave me?” He asks and he flinches, like the bruise is still fresh, still aching. “What I don’t get is why you left without saying goodbye? Why not talk to me first?”

“Because if I saw you—if I looked into those pleading eyes—I wouldn’t have gone,” I whisper. “And I needed to. I needed to leave before you had the chance to break my heart.”

He kneels down in front of me, his voice rough. “Peach, I was in love with you. So fucking in love with you. How could you not see that?”

I grip the mug tighter, my hands starting to shake. “You said you just wanted sex, Tommy. You never told me differently.”

Tommy chuckles in disbelief. “I did. Peach, I did.”

My brow furrows. “What?”

“That night. I told you I loved you. You were half asleep—I thought you heard me. I was gonna say it again in the morning, but when I woke up, you were gone.”

I blink at him, the air sucked from my lungs. “No. No, I didn’t fall asleep that fast.”

He smirks. “You did. I wore you out, remember?”

I bite the inside of my cheek, fighting a small laugh. I grab the nearest pillow and smack him with it. “Still an ass after all these years?”

He grins, finally sitting beside me on the couch, shoulders loosening.

“So,” I say, looking down at my hands. “You and Maria?”

“Yeah. We were married for a while. Didn’t work out in the end.” He grabs the blanket draped over the back of the couch and tosses it over my shoulders.

“And a kid too.” 

“Benji. He’s the best thing to come out of it. Smart as hell, too.” He chuckles, pride softening his features. “And you have a daughter.”

“Yeah.” I exhale, my eyes drifting towards the stairs. “Funny how different things are now. I was twenty-five when we met. You were thirty-two.”

“Did you ever get married?” he asks, but he doesn’t look at me when he says it.

“No.” I hesitate. “Lucy’s father didn’t believe in marriage.”

“Didn’t?” Tommy glances at me. “Did he pass away?”

“No.” I stare into the fire. But I wish he had. It would mean he couldn’t hurt us anymore. “He’s not in the picture anymore.”

Tommy hand finds mine, sliding it into his calloused hand. “You’re safe here. Whatever demons you left behind, I won’t let them hurt you.” 

I bite down hard, swallowing back the lump on my throat. Instead, I lean into him, tucking my face into his chest. His arms wrap around me instantly, shielding me of my own demons and nightmares. 

I shut my eyes, the tears sting but I don’t let them fall. I don’t let myself break. 

Because for once, even if the weight is still there, I feel safer now in these walls than before. 

Long story short, it was a bad time Long story short, I survived

[bluntforceboy]

Na Baekjin Class 2 Character Analysis

somebody requested that i do baekjin, so here we go :>

Na Baekjin in Weak Hero Class 2 is the echo of a boy already broken—what happens when someone learns, far too young, that silence keeps you alive and loyalty keeps you useful. He isn’t a villain in the traditional sense. He isn’t power-hungry or manipulative. He doesn’t really lead. He follows. Fights. Waits. And bleeds quietly when no one’s looking. In a world full of loud, messy violence and twisted ambition, Baekjin is the kind of terrifying that sneaks up on you—not because he’s angry, but because he isn’t. Because whatever used to burn in him has long since been smothered by years of being used as someone else’s weapon.

In Class 2, we see a version of him that’s sharper, more dangerous, more composed—and somehow even more hollow. He’s grown stronger, more precise, but there’s no real sense of pride in it. He doesn’t revel in his power. He just uses it, as if it’s the only thing about him that ever held value. His expressions stay unreadable, his posture always a little too still, like he’s permanently braced for impact. There’s something haunted about the way he carries himself—like a boy stuck in an endless loop of cause and effect, where the cause is someone else’s command and the effect is always violence.

What’s most devastating about Baekjin in this season is that you can almost see the boy he might’ve been if someone—anyone—had told him he was allowed to be more than this. More than a threat. More than a shadow. He doesn’t speak unless necessary, but when he does, there’s a weariness behind it, like everything he says has to push through a wall of buried grief just to be heard. He’s not apathetic. He’s exhausted. Not emotionless—just taught so thoroughly to suppress his needs that even basic connection feels dangerous. Somewhere along the way, he must’ve learned that being useful is safer than being loved, and being feared is better than being left behind.

In fights, he’s vicious but never messy. He doesn’t fight like he’s angry—he fights like he’s solving a problem. A body becomes an equation. A scream becomes background noise. He isn’t showing off. He’s surviving. And it’s that detachment, that terrifying quiet beneath the chaos, that says more about his trauma than any outburst ever could. He is always controlled. Always contained. Because the alternative—cracking, feeling too much, wanting something else—is too dangerous to risk.

But he’s not numb. That’s what makes him so gut-wrenching. There are moments—so quick you almost miss them—where something flickers behind his eyes. Where his mask slips for half a second, and you can see the guilt, the conflict, the pain he never lets anyone name. He isn’t proud of who he’s become. He just doesn’t know how to be anything else.

In a cast full of boys who break loudly, Na Baekjin breaks in silence. And that silence is deafening. He is the product of every system that teaches boys to be strong instead of soft, feared instead of understood. He never chose this path. He just stopped looking for exits a long time ago. And now he walks through the wreckage, not because he enjoys it, but because it’s all he’s ever been handed.

He’s not evil. He’s not empty. He’s just a boy who forgot how to be anything but a weapon. And deep down, he knows it. He knows exactly what he’s become—and the worst part is, he thinks it’s too late to turn back.

this one was fun to do for @goyurim ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

[laissezferre]

frankly, it's highly likely that it would've ended the same way if jcr had led the expedition. john franklin had orders from the admiralty to follow a specific route--from baffin bay, he was to proceed west and enter lancaster sound, reach cape walker, then proceed south to peel sound. if james ross had lead the expedition, he would've received and followed the same orders, and by now we know that the expedition was fucked the moment they entered peel sound. in normal weather that passage (and franklin strait) would be blocked by ice, but since 1846 was a freak year of abnormal warmth followed by abnormal cold, the ships were able to penetrate into the pack much further than they safely should, after which the ice closed behind them and they had no choice then but to proceed even further south.

from there, ross would have met with the same options: sail west of king william island to victoria strait (where they would ultimately be beset), or east to ross strait (where the waters were too shallow for the ships to pass). in the show, it's made out that franklin's choice of west doomed them all but in truth east wasn't much better. if they'd chosen east like francis suggested they wouldn't be beset by ice, but the way back up to peel sound was still blocked and they would still be stuck. the biggest change would likely be that instead of king william island, the nearest landmass that the people could cross to and camp was boothia peninsula, which was familiar ground for ross, although even with his good judgment i doubt he could feed that many men. he survived for years in the arctic with 20+ companions but 130? impossible.

also boothia peninsula is enormous. it's a larger area than kwi and finding survivors there would be miraculous. even when ross went off to search for the expedition he didn't go as far south as boothia peninsula. he stayed in somerset island just north of it, saw the volume of ice in peel sound and thought "hmm surely they couldnt have passed this way, they wouldnt have been able to". ross wouldnt have known about the abnormally warm weather a few seasons prior.

anyway yeah, even if jcr had led the expedition, they would still have been doomed. they had the right route but arrived in the wrong year, with the wrong ships, with too many people. they should never have come.

I do sometimes wonder if James Clark Ross had led what became the Franklin Expedition, the way the admiralty wanted him to, would it have ended the same way? I wonder if he ever felt guilty for not going or blamed himself… and I wonder if Ann felt guilty by extension because she was the alleged reason he didn’t lead the expedition. I’m sure the letter where Crozier said “James I wish you were here, I would then have no doubt as to our pursuing the proper course” probably haunted him.

[rainebownerd]

You guys he was being so plain because he knew!!!! He knew that if he went all out all the time like Aabriya, we wouldn't survive it

[wordpress-blaze-220638572]

🌿 Spain Let Me In—So I Honor That

When I moved to Spain, it wasn’t just about changing location—it was about changing approach. I wasn’t just handed a visa. I had to earn the right to be here.

I remember sitting in the consulate, watching as four people ahead of me were turned away. It wasn’t their paperwork. It was their attitude. You could see it—entitlement, rigidity, or a sense that things should bend for them. But here’s the truth: if I had said something like “I want to speak to the manager,” I would’ve been turned away too.

Because Spain, like many cultures, doesn’t just test your documents—it reads your spirit.

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🧭 I Travelled with the Military—But I Always Broke Off Alone

When I was deployed, I often shed the group. Not to be difficult—but because I was embarrassed by the way many acted. Loud. Disrespectful. Entitled. They didn’t care to learn the culture. But I did.

Often, I would quietly connect with someone—usually a boyfriend—who would teach me the real language, the heart of the culture. They became bridges, not trophies. From them, I learned what no training manual could ever teach: how to belong without demanding to.

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🌊 Why I’m Picky About Who I Invite to Spain

Now that I live here, I’m careful about who I bring into this space. Spain let me in. They vetted me—not just for finances or legal boxes, but to see if I could adapt. Respect is deeply woven into Spanish culture, especially here in Andalusia. People notice how you speak, how you wait, how you engage.

I won’t invite someone who could undo that with a single rude moment. I won’t have someone disrespect the people who have welcomed me in. That’s not how this works.

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🪴 We’re Not Looking for Other Americans

We didn’t come here to find more people like us—we came here to grow. We joined the local cultural center not to fill time, but to fill our understanding. We’re learning the language, the customs, the rhythms of daily life.

We want to connect with people who are planted here. Not just passing through. Not just importing their habits. These are our neighbors now.

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🌱 Adaptation Is the Real Citizenship

There will always be glitches. Systems break. Buses run late. Forms get lost. But the answer isn’t to get angry or try to force your old habits onto a new place. It’s to work with people, to learn the dance.

In the end, respect is the real residency requirement. And I intend to keep honoring the invitation I was given—to live here, not just in Spain, but with it.

Source: 🌿 Spain Let Me In—So I Honor That

[trashscrounger]

my best friend (who has no idea what malevolent is) is so supportive of the creature I became when I saw my first John Doe tiktok edit 🙏

[nicorobinphd]

stg, being an enjoyer of jane twdg is like being forced into an expert-level course on the way misogyny manifests in video game spaces.

god forbid a woman be complex or difficult or provably mischaracterized (see tags) at the end of her arc to service the culmination of a man’s storyline.

[prismbearer]

Idk why there's disbelief over Mark S/Helly in terms of motivation. Helly is just as capable of cruelty and selfishness as Helena. They are at the core of it, the same person with different memories/experiences. They can be two perspectives worthy of indulging their own dreams and desires and also be the same person. Narratively here especially, this isn't about morality, it's about human nature.

Helly was never cruel, sure, of course. Helly felt like she was the same as the other people in MDR. But Helly has something right now that she never even achieved as Helena. Someone who loves her. Someone who is choosing her. Helly is Winning over Helena here.

Jame Eagen wanders down just to be a freak and reinforces the reality of it. Helly is "More" than Helena, hasn't been worn down by the weight of experience and the world (and their cult and corporate bullshit). She still has, in some way, the innocence of youth and lack of experience with the world. She doesn't have the same fears and burdens or triggers as Helena in her conscious experience. She still has the ability to express her passions and outrage and defend herself. And to love and not feel sorry for it.

Severance gave Helena a chance to exist without the learned perspectives and burdens of the Eagens and she is able to be free with herself and her passions and desires-- whereas Helena was likely drained of any dreams for potential beyond a strictly guided future decades ago.

Of course Helly is feeling a rush of joy and satisfaction over Mark loving her. Mark choosing her. She tried to do the "right thing" by being logical with Mark. "I'm her." Even outside of Lumon, if they bring it all down, there's no hope for an Eagen and an ex-severed employee in reality. In the Real World they will never be together. Mark couldn't love Helena, how could anyone love an Eagen? (Poor Helly really with like, the enemy is within etc, but that's kinda the situation framed by Lumon for everyone by setting the stage with your Innie isn't human kinda rhetoric.) (This was also reinforced by Helena trying to get close to Mark to see if he still had feelings or chemistry with her and finding out they were not going to work outside Lumon.)

What if the equator is a building that could be a continent? Can be their whole world? They're choosing to live Now. Together in the present despite knowing that with their half lives, they could be brought to an end at any moment. It's very willful young love of them. And why wouldn't it be? This is their First Love. They haven't even been "alive" that long or have any memory of romance beyond their current infatuation. They don't know the world or it's places, and maybe that's okay, maybe they can exist in this space so long as they have love and the others.

It's completely human for Helly to accept Mark choosing her. To run to him just to see him for maybe the last time. It's human for Mark S to run to Helly. It's human for poor Gemma, who doesn't even know her fucking husband is severed, to be pounding on the door.

But this is their Final Day to Mark and Helly. Maybe the very end of their world. It's Judgement Day. Of course they'd have them holding hands and running back to the unknown to face the end together. To die together.

There is also zero fucking chance Mark Scout would risk his life and brain continuing reintegration once his wife is back. Mark Scout is going to choose his wife. Mark is choosing Love on both sides here.

All of it is reasonable.

[seokmattchuus]

I completely understand where Callie's coming from but she's honestly getting on my nerves 😭

If my mom and her friends went through something that traumatic and came out a little fucked up, I don't think I'd dig into it. Like. She has to know that surviving that wasn't a walk in the park, nor could anyone be "normal" after that? Like. I'd assume they'd have to kill some things to get by. Human or not

I can see where the "killing scientists" would be a new line to cross, but she doesn't even think of why it could have happened that way? She just assumes it all happened for funsies? How low of your mom do you have to think for you to come to that conclusion??

Like. This is why your mother doesn't tell you anything????

[saltpepperbeard]

me realizing i’m going to have to endure the “i’m seeing how this character is going to look and it’s almost sending me into cardiac arrest” thing for almost everyone in s2

[biblicalhorror]

For the record I truly don't think the season is above criticism lmao I just think a lot of the criticism I've seen is way more serious than it needs to be

[marypsue]

I'd love to hear your thoughts on S1 of ST being a tragedy! No main character dies, so I never thought of it that way before

I mean, nobody has to die for a story to be a tragedy (at least, in the modern definition. I'm pretty sure '(almost) everybody dies' is a requirement of Greek tragedies and Renaissance revenge tragedies). But also, no main character dies in season one...if you take season one as part of a series. Which it wasn't originally conceived as.

I am not going looking for copies of the original pitch bible, because I am lazy, and also I only saw them floating around this webbed site. But the show changed a lot from the initial pitch (Joyce had a Long Island accent! Lucas' parents were divorcing! Murray was there and named Terry Ives! Most of what ended up in Hopper's character originally belonged to Mr. Clarke! The original pitch bible is fascinating). And part of the original pitch was a proposal for possible sequels.

The Duffers' proposal for a possible sequel was "It's ten years later, and Eleven is dead".

So that's the setup. Everything that came after season one was made up wholecloth after season one was a hit and people wanted more, but also people loved the adorable little psychic murder child (cue the Duffers shockedpikachu.jpg) and Netflix obviously recognised it would be a bad call to make a new season without her in it. So it makes sense to take season one as a unit, as a self-contained story on its own. You can also take it as part of a whole, but it makes sense to read it first as a complete story. Especially given the thematic drift of later seasons and the way they are...I'm just going to say it, each new season is very much added-on to what came before rather than being built on foundation that the earlier season(s) laid. It is very clear there was never a planned five-season story arc from the beginning. (This isn't necessarily always a bad thing, when it comes to sequels, but it does mean it makes sense to 'read' each season as its own thing.)

Okay, now that we've established all of that. Season one has one very clear goal, one very clear stake for the characters: save Will Byers from the Upside Down. (I like this. It makes the stakes both extremely high and extremely personal, it makes it very easy to understand each character's motivation, it also keeps the stakes grounded in reality. I like this a lot.) And by the end of the season, that goal is accomplished. So at first blush, you're right, season one doesn't look like a tragedy.

But when you start to unpack it a little, you start to see just how many important things were lost along the way. It's most glaringly obvious with Mike and El, with Nancy and Barb. The whole Wheeler family is fractured down the middle, with Mike and Nancy on one side and Ted, Karen, and Holly on the other, and Karen, who's been trying so hard the whole time to be part of her children's lives and understand what's going on with them, is aware of the ever-expanding gulf between them but will never be able to cross it, and will never fully know why. Hopper's finally managed to snatch a kid out of the jaws of death, save a woman he obviously cares about from the pain of losing a child, and Joyce has finally had someone believe her, support her, trust her. But it became blindingly obvious to me on my fourth rewatch that Hopper's plan, from the moment he went to leave the middle school gym, was always to trade El for Will. And that decision (and the fact that Joyce obviously understands that he did something to get the lab to let them go after Will, but she obviously doesn't dare press him on what) has broken her trust in him, and left him with what looks like an equally heavy burden of guilt as what he was carrying before. The lab stays open. The government gets away with everything. No one will ever know the true extent of the hurt they've caused.

And in the end, none of it even saved Will. He's back. He's alive. But he's spitting slugs in the sink. He's permanently marked by the Upside Down, and by trying to hide it from his family, he's putting a crack down the centre of them, as well. They're losing Will, just as surely as they had when they thought he was dead, just without him going anywhere.

And there's still a hole in the world.

The fragile bonds of community, the things that people share in common, the way catastrophe can bring people together and bring out the very best in them, are the major thematic threads woven through season one. Human connection is the only thing that can change what seems inevitable, the only thing that can bring back what's seemingly lost forever.

And it's still not enough to protect anyone from the random tragedy of the world.

The love was there. The love mattered. The love bent the entire course of the world around itself.

And it still wasn't quite enough.

If that's not a tragedy, then I don't know what is.

[inkandapex]

through the lens — drive to survive moments

Lando Norris x Y/N

Summary : The cameras may be there for Formula 1, but somehow, they keep capturing them. From playful bickering in the paddock to wholesome moments in McLaren’s garage, from Y/N’s growing fan club to Lando’s exaggerated jealousy, Drive to Survive unknowingly turns their love story into a viral sensation—one chaotic moment at a time.

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Warnings : swearing

Friends turned Rivals Lovers

The camera focuses on Lando, settled in the driver’s seat, before shifting to the seat behind him. Just beside the cameraman, Max F is seen scrolling through his phone.

“Max is pouty because he usually sits in the passenger seat,” Lando quips, drawing the camera’s attention back to him. A glimpse of his cheeky grin is visible from his side profile.

Reaching over the passenger seat, Lando rests a hand on her thigh. Max chuckles softly. “Bit more legroom up front.”

The scene cuts to Lando, now sat in a studio. From behind the camera, a voice cuts in. “You’ve been a hot topic this off-season. Any updates you want to share?”

Lando leans back in his chair, fixing his hair as he readies himself for the interview segment of Drive to Survive.

"What makes you say that?" A shy smile creeps onto his face just before the screen transitions to a montage of headlines and social media posts.

"Lando Norris seen kissing mystery girl in his Ferrari" "Lando Norris and mystery girl spotted driving around Monaco" "Mystery girl identified—longtime friend Y/N L/N" "Friends to Lovers? The true identity of McLaren driver Lando Norris'new girlfriend"

Lando nods with a smile. “Y/N and I have been friends for a long time. Finally found the guts to ask her to be mine.”

“Are you the romantic type?”

He chuckles, shrugging. “You’d have to ask her.”

The scene transitions to the paddock, where Lando walks hand-in-hand with Y/N, her bag slung over his arm. Max trails beside them, hands in his pockets. The trio makes their way into McLaren’s hospitality, settling at a free table tucked away in the corner, away from the crowd.

Y/N takes a sip of her smoothie before glancing at Lando. “Excited for today? First practice of the season.”

Lando looks up from his phone, nodding. “Yeah, feeling pretty good. Car felt good during testing—hope it translates well throughout the season.”

“Think he’s more nervous about the fact that you’ll be here watching,” Max teases, a smirk playing on his lips.

Y/N laughs softly. “I’ve been to races before, you know.”

“Yeah, but not as his girlfriend. Now he’s got to win for the team and to show off for you.”

“You dick,” Lando chuckles, grabbing a straw wrapper and tossing it at Max, who dodges it with a grin.

Lando glances at his watch, letting out a soft sigh before pushing his chair back. “Alright, I gotta go get ready.”

Max leans back in his chair, nodding. “We’ll be in the garage before you head out.”

Lando grabs Y/N’s bag from the table, slinging it over his shoulder. “Let’s go, baby.”

Y/N blinks up at him, confused. “Am I not staying with Max?”

Lando shrugs, a small smirk on his lips. “You could… but I want you with me while I get ready. Your choice.”

Y/N smiles and stands up, slipping her hand into Lando’s. Max groans dramatically. “I can’t believe it. I’ve been benched. I’ve lost my WAG status.”

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Air Max

Lando holds up his phone, the camera capturing the view outside Max Verstappen’s private plane. His team had arranged with Drive to Survive to give Netflix a small peek into his life outside the paddock. Now, he’s tasked with filming parts of his day—something he’s getting used to but still isn’t entirely comfortable with.

The camera shifts, panning around the cabin before zooming in on Max and his girlfriend, who sit across from each other, faces buried in their phones.

“Look at these two… they’ve been like this since we took off,” Lando murmurs, walking closer while keeping the camera focused on them. He tilts the screen toward their hands, revealing the game they’re both locked into—a racing simulator. Neither of them spares him a glance.

“We asked you to join, mate,” Max chuckles without looking up.

Lando plops down beside Y/N, setting the camera down at an angle that captures all three of them. He starts poking her cheek, then her side, trying to get her attention.

“Lan. I swear, if I lose—”

“—Of course you will. You’re racing against Max.”

“She’s actually pretty good, you know,” Max chimes in, eyes still glued to his phone.

Before Lando can tease again, Y/N suddenly shrieks, making him flinch. She drops her phone onto the table, leaning back in her seat with a dramatic groan of defeat.

“What did I say, baby?” Lando laughs, nudging her shoulder.

But Y/N is already sitting back up, snatching her phone with urgency. “One more, Max. Come on, let’s go. This is the one—I can feel it.”

Lando groans, throwing his head back. “Y/N, baby, please. Let’s watch a movie, take a nap, something.”

“In a bit, Lan, I need to beat Max.”

Max smirks, finally looking up at Lando with a teasing glint in his eye. “Sorry, mate. I win.”

"We're flying commercial next time"

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I'm just here for the coffee

The Drive to Survive camera crew catches up with Lando as he wraps up media duties alongside Oscar in McLaren hospitality. He’s distracted—eyes constantly scanning the room, phone in hand, thumb hovering over the screen as he checks it every few seconds. His expression shifts between mild frustration and confusion.

Just as he exhales sharply, about to shove his phone into his pocket, a familiar voice calls out.

"Lando!"

Max F calls out, relief on his face as he finally spots his friend sitting by the doors. Lando strides towards him, but before he can even greet them, Max speaks again.

"Oh, I thought Y/N would be with you. I've been trying to reach her for hours now."

Lando’s brows furrow, holding up his phone.

"I’ve been trying to call her too. I thought she was with you."

The realization hits him like a switch flipping. His expression drops into something between disbelief and sheer irritation. He exhales, shakes his head, and lets out a knowing scoff.

"I might know where she is."

Cue the most dramatic yet comedic smash cut imaginable.

Ferrari Hospitality – Where Y/N Has Been the Entire Time.

The camera immediately cuts to Y/N, relaxed and unbothered, seated at a table inside Ferrari hospitality. The atmosphere is lively, filled with laughter as they sip espresso, surrounded by Carlos, Charles, and their girlfriends. The Ferrari logo gleams proudly in the background, almost mocking.

Y/N leans forward, grinning at something Carlos just said, stirring their coffee absentmindedly. Charles adds a comment that earns another round of laughter. It’s the picture of comfort—warm, inviting, and clearly where Y/N has been all along.

Then, in the background, the doors swing open.

The camera follows Lando as he steps inside, expression unreadable—until the dramatic zoom-in captures the very moment.

"Unbelievable."

Lando’s voice cuts through the laughter, making the entire table turn their heads toward him. The easygoing chatter dies down as he strides over, hands on his hips, phone still clutched in one hand. His brows are furrowed—confused, mildly exasperated, and very much not amused.

"Baby, Max and I have been calling you."

Y/N blinks before reaching into their bag, finally checking their phone. The screen lights up with multiple missed calls. A sheepish smile tugs at their lips as they glance back up at Lando.

"Oops? Sorry, Lan. I had my ringer off."

Charles smirks, leaning back in his chair. "She’s been having a great time with us, mate."

Lando squints at him before turning back to Y/N. "How long have you been here?"

Before Y/N can even open their mouth, Carlos chimes in.

"Actually, quite late today. She came an hour later than usual."

Lando blinks. Processes. "Later than usual?" His gaze snaps back to Y/N, his confusion shifting into shock. "How often are you here?!"

Y/N, fully caught now, shrugs, setting their coffee down.

"I mean… almost every media day? You’re busy filming, and their coffee is really good here so I just—"

Lando groans, rubbing his face. "Oh baby…"

Before he can spiral further, Rebecca—clearly enjoying the moment—leans in with a grin. "Show Lando what Carlos and Charles gave you!"

Y/N shoots her a betrayed side-eye, but it’s too late. Lando’s eyes widen slightly as he looks between them. He nods at Y/N, expectantly.

Y/N sighs, reaching back into their bag. With hesitant hands, they pull out a very red Ferrari cap and place it on the table.

Silence.

Lando stares.

Alex, grinning, decides to throw more fuel into the fire. "You could’ve at least signed it for her."

"Oh shit—yeah." Charles grabs the cap, immediately patting down his pockets for a pen. He looks around helplessly before turning to Lando.

"Do you have a Sharpie?"

Lando blinks. His eye twitches.

"Do I—" He stops himself, inhales deeply, then exhales, running a hand down his face.

"Okay. We’re leaving. Come on."

Y/N barely has time to protest before Lando takes their hand and starts walking. "But— baby no my coffee..."

"I'll get you your own coffee machine"

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A victory in full bloom

It’s the moment Lando’s been dreaming of his entire career: his first-ever Formula 1 race win. The podium ceremony is over, and he’s just wrapped up celebrating with his team, taking photos and soaking in the victory. The Netflix crew trails him closely, hoping to catch a quick statement from the new race winner. But Lando’s not focused on the cameras or interviews—his mind is set on finding someone. He’s been eager to celebrate with Y/N.

As he walks towards the trailers, his eyes scan the area until they land on her. There she is, standing by his trailer with a small bouquet of flowers in hand. Lando stops dead in his tracks, his breath catching in his chest for a moment. A wide smile spreads across his face as he takes in the sight of her, the bouquet a simple yet perfect gesture for this milestone moment.

Y/N looks up and meets his gaze, a soft smile tugging at her lips. It’s clear she’s been waiting for him. "Hey champ"

Lando’s eyes light up when he sees them, his smile growing even wider. He’s still buzzing from the excitement of the win, but this moment feels different—more personal.

Lando is grinning from ear to ear "What’s this? For me?"

Y/N shyly holds the bouquet out towards him, a soft smile on her face. "Yeah... It's not the best, but it's the only one I could get my hands on at such short notice."

Lando doesn’t hesitate for a second. He sets his trophy down on the ground, his attention entirely on the flowers in her hands. He takes the bouquet from her gently, inspecting it with a look of pure joy on his face. The smile never leaves as he admires the thoughtful gesture.

Y/N flinches slightly when she hears the clink of the trophy being set down. “Oh, Lan, don’t just leave it on the floor—”

Before she can even move to pick it up, Lando pulls her into a tight, elated hug, careful not to crush the flowers between them.

“These are beautiful, my love. Thank you,” he whispers against her ear, his voice full of affection. “God, I love you. You’re the best, you know that, right?”

Y/N, caught in the warmth of the moment, smiles softly, her heart racing. Lando’s arms around her feel like the perfect celebration of everything they’ve worked for together.

"I'm so proud of you, Lan, my race winner," Y/N says softly, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Lando lets out a quiet laugh, glancing over her shoulder and catching sight of one of the camera crew members standing off to the side, clearly eager to capture the intimate moment. His smile widens, but then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he pulls away from her and takes her hand firmly in his.

"Alright, you vultures," he calls out playfully to the crew, his tone teasing as he begins to walk away with Y/N in tow. "Go film someone else now."

Lando walks off, his stride confident and relaxed, one hand holding the bouquet Y/N gave him, the other wrapped around her hand. His focus is entirely on her as they move down the paddock together, the world around them momentarily fading away.

"Lando the trophy!"

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Fan Favourite

The cameras follow Lando and Y/N as they stroll hand in hand through the paddock, stopping every few meters to greet excited fans. It’s a typical moment for them, with Lando taking his time to chat and take photos with the crowd, but today, there’s a certain energy in the air that the fans—especially the ones around them—seem to feed off of.

Y/N stands to the side, watching with a smile as Lando interacts with a group of young fans. One fan, in particular, catches his attention. She’s holding a small, handmade friendship bracelet, her hands slightly trembling with excitement.

Lando’s smile widens as he notices the bracelet. He looks at the fan and gestures toward it with a raised eyebrow, "That’s really pretty. Is that for me?"

The fan's eyes go wide, her mouth opening and closing as she tries to form words. Finally, she manages a shy reply, "Oh, uh... actually, it’s for Y/N. If you could give it to her, please?"

Lando lets out a lighthearted laugh, realizing his mistake, a blush creeping up his neck. He turns over his shoulder, calling out to Y/N with a playful tone, "Love, c’mere. They wanna say hi."

Y/N steps forward, smiling warmly as she walks towards them. But before she even gets close, a few of the girls in the group let out high-pitched squeals, and Lando, hearing the reaction, pauses mid-step. He turns around to face the group, his jaw dropping in mock surprise. “Right, calm down,” he teases, raising an eyebrow. "It's almost like you're more excited to meet her than me!"

The fans giggle, some blushing, while Y/N smiles with a soft laugh, taking the bracelet from the fan’s outstretched hand. Lando, now with a playful smirk, shakes his head, clearly enjoying the teasing moment.

Y/N immediately slips the bracelet onto her wrist, admiring it with a bright smile. “This is so pretty! Thank you so much, you guys are the sweetest.”

Before she can say anything else, another fan eagerly steps forward, holding out a small crocheted cat dressed in what looks suspiciously like Lando’s helmet.

“I got you this as well!” the fan beams.

Y/N gasps, carefully taking the little plushie into her hands. “Oh my gosh! Is this supposed to be Lando?” She turns it over, inspecting the tiny details, from the pattern of the helmet to the little number on its side. “This is adorable—you guys…” Her voice softens, and she clutches the cat close to her chest, looking at the group with a touched expression, lips forming a small pout.

Lando, standing off to the side, watches with a fond smile, his heart swelling as he sees how naturally she interacts with his fans. He doesn’t even realize how long he’s been staring until Y/N turns to him, stretching out her arm with her phone in hand.

“Lan, baby, take a photo of us, please?”

Lando blinks, snapping out of his daze. He lets out a chuckle before taking the phone from her hand. “Yeah, yeah—sorry, got a bit distracted there.”

After snapping a few more photos and sharing a couple more laughs, Y/N and Lando exchanged their final goodbyes with the fans before continuing their stroll toward the McLaren garage.

Y/N glanced down at the bracelet on her wrist, still admiring the thoughtful gift, while Lando walked beside her, hands in his pockets, a playful pout forming on his lips.

"Can't believe I gotta share my girlfriend with my fans now," he muttered dramatically, shaking his head.

Y/N let out a soft laugh, bumping her shoulder against his. "Oh, come on, don’t act like you don’t love it," she teased.

Lando sighed, pretending to be exasperated. "I mean, I was the main attraction. Now they’re out here squealing over you and giving you gifts." He shot her a look, but the corners of his lips twitched, betraying his amusement.

Y/N smirked, holding up the tiny crocheted cat. "Jealous?"

Lando scoffed, but his eyes flickered down to the plushie, and he hummed in fake thought. “Depends... do I get one in return?”

Y/N grinned. "Maybe if you win the race this weekend."

Lando groaned, tilting his head back. “So now I have to earn your love? This is outrageous.”

Y/N just giggled, slipping her hand into his, swinging it slightly as they walked. “You love the challenge, Norris.”

He sighed, squeezing her hand. “Yeah... yeah, I do.”

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P's new favourite

Lando’s relationship with Max Verstappen’s stepdaughter, Penelope, had always been a good one. Between race weekends and off-season meetups in Monaco, he saw her often, and they had their own little bond.

But ever since he started dating Y/N, it seemed like P had a new favorite.

Just before heading to the garage, Lando stood outside McLaren hospitality, casually chatting with his mom, a few friends, Kelly, and P—who, instead of paying attention to the conversation, was entirely focused on showing Lando her collection of stickers.

Lando’s smile softens as he looks down at the little girl, carefully pressing the sticker onto his fireproofs. “For me?” he asks, feigning surprise. “Thank you, P.”

“Bye, Lando!” P grins, bouncing on her heels before giving him a high five, which quickly turns into a hug.

Lando barely has time to wrap his arms around her before she suddenly gasps dramatically, pulling away as fast as she had latched onto him. Without a second thought, she bolts in the opposite direction.

“Y/N!”

The camera follows her path, cutting to Y/N just as she arrives. A wide smile spreads across her face as she kneels down, arms open and ready for impact.

P barrels straight into her, nearly knocking her over as she wraps her tiny arms around Y/N in a tight hug.

Y/N lets out a small laugh, steadying herself. “Hi, P! I love your hair—you look so pretty!”

P quickly pulls back, twirling proudly to show off her outfit. “Lando said he liked my hair too!” she exclaims.

Y/N gasps, playing along. “Well, if Lando said it, then it must be true.”

P giggles before Y/N takes her small hands in hers. “Alright, come on then, let’s go say goodbye to Lando.”

As they make their way back toward the group, Kelly watches them with a knowing smile. “She literally pulled away from Lando’s hug just to run to you,” she muses, shaking her head with amusement.

Lando lets out a dramatic sigh, crossing his arms. “Yeah, my family does the same thing when I bring her home with me.”

Cisca, who had been standing off to the side, bursts into laughter, nodding in agreement. “It’s true.”

“Hi, baby. I’m about to head off. I’ll see you after,” Lando murmurs, stepping in close to press a soft kiss to Y/N’s lips before pulling her into a tight hug.

Before Y/N can even melt into the embrace, a small but determined voice interrupts.

“Okay, bye now, Lando.”

P, eyes set with purpose, marches forward and starts pushing Lando away with her tiny hands.

Lando lets out a laugh, barely stumbling back before crossing his arms over his chest. “Excuse me? Am I not even allowed to kiss my girlfriend goodbye now?”

“She’s mine!” P announces proudly, wrapping her arms around Y/N in a possessive hug.

Y/N laughs, running a gentle hand over the little girl’s head. “Alright, missy, I think Lando gets the message loud and clear.” She glances at Lando with a teasing smile before blowing him a kiss. “I’ll see you later, my love. Good luck and be safe.”

Lando sneaks in a quick peck to her cheek before jogging off, grinning. “I’ll be back to take my girlfriend back, P! Watch over her for me!”

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summary: oscar finds a puppy wandering around the streets of monaco that leads him to meet his lucky charm

folkie radio: AN OSCAR FIC FINALLY OMG!!!! i have to say thank you to @cambrayficsrecs for sending this idea !! i LOVED IT and i hope you like this

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram meet the newest monaco resident: arlo 🤍 swipe to see the goodest boy helping me settle in my new home 🐾

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yourbff HE'S PERFECT!! miss you already but so happy for you 😭

username1 the cutest addition to monaco!!

username2 remember when you said you'd never get a dog? 😂

alexandrasaintmleux my new favorite neighbor!!! can't wait for our puppy playdates 🤍

↳ yourinstagram arlo and leo are going to be bffs 🥹🥹

username3 told you moving to monaco was the best decision

username4 i'm visiting asap just to meet this angel

yourbff2 can't believe my best friend lives in monaco now

username5 you're living the dream with the goodest boy!

username6 look at that face!! when can i visit?

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oscarpiastri Enjoyed being a temporary dog dad today 🐾 glad this good boy made it back home safe! might have to get one of my own now...

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username1 MY HEARTTT

username2 OSCAR YOU CAN’T DO THIS

maxverstappen1 Don't let lando see this

↳ landonorris too late. getting a dog.

mclaren Best teammate and dog sitter 🧡

username3 OSCAR WITH A PUPPY THIS IS NOT A DRILL

username4 the wholesome content we needed today

alexandrasaintmleux arlo already misses his rescuer! thanks again oscar 🤍

username5 get this man a dog asap

username6 the way he took care of a stranger's dog 🥺

username7 okay but imagine oscar with his own puppy

username8 JUST GET A DOG

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username2 is this knight in shinning armor who saved arlo cute?

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yourinstagram turns out the nice guy who found arlo last week also happens to be pretty good at driving cars 🏎️ congrats on p2! @/oscarpiastri

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username2 you move to monaco and suddenly you're in f1 garages???

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username3 OMG OSCAR

username4 SHES THE OWNER OF THE DOG

username5 this plot twist though 👀

mclaren 🧡

username6 the way this all started because arlo escaped

charles_leclerc I won you know? 🤔

↳ yourinstagram congrats charles !

username7 YOUR LIFE IS A MOVIE

username8 the best meet cute ever??

oscarpiastri Couldn't have done it without my good luck charm 🐾

↳ yourinstagram arlo says you’re welcome!

username9 IS THIS THE OWNER??

username10 the cutest storyline of the season

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f1gossip Oscar Piastri spotted having coffee with the owner of the now-famous beagle puppy in Monaco this morning 👀

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username1 THE WAY THIS STORY KEEPS GETTING BETTER

username2 from rescuing her dog to coffee dates we love this journey

username3 this is better than drive to survive

username4 THEY’RE SO CLOSE HELLO

username5 this is the cutest thing ever help

username6 the fact that the dog is there too 😭

username7 someone check on lando he's losing his bachelor buddy

username8 the good luck charm strikes again

username9 living a wattpad story fr

username10 HE LOOKS SO HAPPY

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yourinstagram turns out there's more to monaco than just fancy cars 🤍

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username1 THE WAY YOU MOVED TO MONACO AND IMMEDIATELY LIVING A ROMCOM

username2 OSCAR?????

username3 arlo the ultimate wingman

username4 this storyline keeps getting better

username5 OMFG WHAT IS THIS I NEED THE CONTEXT

alexandrasaintmleux told you he was cute 😌

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oscarpiastri Great weekend with the team 🧡 Ready to head back home to Monaco though... missing my favorite good luck charm 🐾"

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alexandrasaintmleux someone's eager to get back 😌

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georgerussell63 The power of puppy love

username3 WE ALL KNOW WHICH GOOD LUCK CHARM

username4 the way he said "home" to monaco 🥺

username5 did anyone else catch him waving to someone on facetime after the race??

username6 some of this comments saying “the dog” his name is ARLO and he’s an icon

username7 i’m going to call it right now oscar is dating the dog owner

username8 OSC 😩

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f1gossipinsider Straight from Barcelona to dinner in Monaco... Oscar Piastri spotted at Le Grill with a certain someone 👀

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username1 THE WAY HE DIDN'T EVEN GO HOME FIRST

username2 man flew straight from barcelona to take her to dinner i'm crying

username3 not me zooming in to confirm it's her

username4 THATS DEFINITELY YN AND ARLO UNDER THE TABLE

username5 fastest post-race exit we've ever seen

username6 Le Grill?? Man's not playing around

username7 our favorite story continues...

username8 this man SPRINTED from the circuit

username9 the commitment >>>

username10 our boy's got his priorities straight

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yourinstagram turns out watching someone drive in circles for 2 hours isn't so bad after all 🏎️ proud of you @/oscarpiastri 🧡

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username2 look at little arloooo

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yourbff we have soooo much catching up to do

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username3 the WAGs adopting her immediately >>

username4 ARE THEY DATING??

username5 oh what a plot twist

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username7 so the key go getting an f1 driver to date you is getting a dog i see

username8 ARLO IS SO CUTE

oscarpiastri Best good luck charms ever 🤍

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oscarpiastri First Grand Prix Win. Incredible 🧡 Thank you to the two lucky charms who changed everything

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username3 IS HE TALKING ABOUT ARLO AND YN??

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username5 man won his first race and chose to be THIS cute about it

username6 SOMEONE SAID HE KEPT SHOWING HER THE TROPHY

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username7 from monaco meet cute to whatever this is im crying

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username9 not to be parasocial but he's so in love

username10 THE WAY ARLO WAS THERE FOR HIS WIN

yourinstagram we're incredibly proud of you 🤍

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f1gossip From first F1 win to celebration dinner - Oscar Piastri living his best life in Budapest tonight! Sources say he couldn't stop smiling and kept calling her "my girlfriend" to everyone 👀

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username2 is this oscar "i don't like pda" piastri??

username3 I CANNOT BELIEVE MY EYES

username4 the way this all started bc she lost her dog...

username5 I NEED THIS TO HAPPEN TO ME

username6 this is how we find out oscar is not single anymore

username7 EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU ARLO

username8 lord i've seen what you've done for others

username9 the best meet cute in history

username10 THAT SHOULD BE ME

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yourinstagram home sweet home with my favorite race winner (and his trophy that he definitely didn't make me pack extra carefully) 🏆✨ still pinching myself about this weekend 🧡

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username4 LOOK AT ARLOOO I CANT

username5 i can’t believe oscar has a gf now

francisca.cgomes you two are goals honestly

mclaren Our lucky charm is back home! 🧡

username6 remember when she didn't know what DRS was 😭

username7 she's literally living the dream

username8 how to go from dog mom to f1 wag: a novel

alexandrasaintmleux my biggest masterpiece 🥹

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↳ alexandrasaintmleux NEVER

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username9 HOW DO I GET THIS LIFE

username10 they’re so in love i can’t

oscarpiastri My two favorite things in monaco ❤️

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oscarpiastri To the best wingman and matchmaker in F1 - thanks for running away that day in Monaco. Changed my whole life 🐾❤️ (YN says I need to stop spoiling him but look at that face)

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username1 IM FULL PN SOBBING NOW

username2 ARLOOOOO🥹🥹🥹

alex_albon most successful matchmaker in monaco

mclaren Our honorary team member 🧡

username3 i love one fairytale love story

alexandrasaintmleux YOU’RE ALL WELCOME

↳ username1 alex 😭😭

↳ charles_leclerc you're still not getting credit for this

↳ oscarpiastri It was all Arlo

username4 HE CALLED HIM HIS WINGMAN 😭

username5 from runaway dog to f1 power couple

username6 netflix writing this down rn

username7 cupid who? we only know arlo

nicolepiastri ❤️

username8 most iconic f1 meet cute ever

username9 the real mvp of the season

username10 OSCAR DOG DAD

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