#spy x family clear file

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Addressing Watermarks on Official Merch Scans -- A Post Made to EDUCATE

I never thought this would need to be addressed, but I think to ignore this would do me injustice as someone who works in education. This message, at its core, is to educate, not attack anyone in particular.

I used to think how silly it was that people used watermarks on pictures and art, but after spending decades in multiple fandom groups, I learned that people are simply too lazy to find the source and credit accordingly and/or want the glory/validation that comes from claiming that particular art/picture as theirs.

I've had a picture stolen once, too. It was a picture of a mannequin that reminded me of Slender Man. I posted it on a public social media app just for laughs, and somehow, that picture ended up becoming a small meme. It WASN'T a huge meme, but it made its way to a niche of Slender Man memes. I haven't received credit for that picture and probably never will. The reason is that this picture was taken over a decade ago, so finding the source would be difficult for me to scroll through the app. Furthermore, I can't show proof that I have the original picture since it was from an old phone that I no longer owned. I had the picture backed up on an external hard drive, but it was deleted when the memory got wiped when I was dealing with a virus. Ultimately, I'm not here to air out my grievance for this picture, but I take it as a lesson to myself that I should be careful next time if I want to post a picture on the internet.

This now brings me to the present-day issue: why did I watermark my scans?

As you read from my previous experience, it's because people DON'T credit or share the source.

I am very much aware that this particular design of the Forgers is very rare to come by. The official art was posted by the official website, but it was never addressed again (I know because I am dying to have acrylic stands of this design). As of today, I tried to look for this specific design and the following images showed up when I spent the past 10 minutes scrolling:

If you were to click the link for the merch (middle image), you would find that the website is unavailable. So, yes, to find this design on a merch was INCREDIBLY lucky on my part. Now, I wasn't expecting to find this at Waku Waku Park, nor was it my mission to find this specific art during the duration of my trip. It just so happened to be at the shop. To my knowledge, other official SxF merch--other than the Waku Waku Park merch--supposedly changes. I compared my experience with two SxF moots who went in December (Ikebukuro/Tokyo location) and 1 week (Osaka location) before me, and they both don't recall finding this design during their visits to Waku Waku Park (I mean, justified because it's been ages ago). As a result, this makes this merch all the more difficult to find.

Technically, I wasn't allowed to take pictures of the merchandise when I was at the shop. I was approached by a store clerk after I had already completed taking pictures of every merch available at the shop. She was limited in her English but crossed her index fingers and told me: "Pictures prohibited." I have not, nor do I plan to, share merch pictures, hence why I edited to the clear file folders to show proof that I was there.

The reason why I am so hell-bent on having my watermark on MY PICTURES and MY SCANS is because of the amount of time, effort, and money I invested into getting it.

Just to give you guys an idea of how expensive it was:

$1,500 was spent on a 9-day round-trip ticket to Japan.

$180 was lost to an overnight night bus from Tokyo to Osaka that I didn't end up riding due to rushing and booking the wrong date. I was not allowed to cancel or refund.

$100 was spent on an airplane ticket from Tokyo to Osaka.

$90 was spent on a shinkansen (bullet train) from Kyoto to Tokyo (we took a fast metro ride from Osaka to Kyoto).

$100 was spent on a last-minute B&B in Osaka.

$50 was spent on Waku Waku Park tickets that came with merchandise (I paid for my friend's ticket as well as my own).

$12 (est.) was spent on purchasing this clear file folder.

Over $350 was spent on purchasing merch from Waku Waku Park alone.

$60 was invested in purchasing a scanner just to scan a high-quality image of this clear file for my friend, and anyone else who'd appreciate seeing this product.

To share how much time and effort it took to get to purchasing this:

My friend and I weren't able to book events for the trip despite purchasing our tickets 2 months in advance. Our jobs and schedules prevented us from meeting up and planning out places where we'd like to visit. As a result, many of our planned trips were booked days before we went, such was the case with Waku Waku Park. We literally bought the tickets the night before.

The flight, night bus, and shinkansen tickets from Tokyo to Osaka and from Kyoto to Tokyo were purchased the day before we bought the tickets, which was during our bus ride trip to Mount Fuji.

When purchasing tickets for Waku Waku Park, my SxF moots recommended I purchase online or at Lawson--I did the latter. For whatever reason, I just couldn't purchase the tickets online, so I went to Lawson and found a machine that sells general tickets to the public. I recall this experience being so frustrating because they did have an English translation option for the homepage ONLY. Once I clicked the platform that sold Waku Waku Park tickets, all text went back to Japanese. I couldn't read it, so I had to contact my SxF moot (who was fortunately still in Japan and went through this experience like me AND could read and speak in Japanese) explain to me what I was looking at. I also used Google Lens to help make sense of whatever I was reading. I probably spent over 10 minutes trying to figure that shit out until the shop clerk finally came over to see if he can help me complete the form and check out my purchase (poor kid didn't know English but we somehow managed).

When my friend and I arrived in Osaka, we had forgotten to book a B&B since we knew that there was a high likelihood that we'd stay overnight. I purchased a 1-day Osaka trip pass, assuming that we'd be able to go to every place offered on the list, but nope, my friend crashed after Waku Waku Park. As a result of booking so early in the morning, we were fortunate to have found a B&B that was ready by 1 PM (?) maybe 3 PM (?). I can't remember other than the fact that when I requested if we could come early, they told me we couldn't come until check-in time. So, we went to ATC Gallery (Waku Waku Park) with our luggages (fortunately, they were light but it was a nuisance to have carried it around). We were also fortunate that ATC Gallery, when arriving to the building via metro station, had a locker that could fit our luggage--so thank goodness we didn't have to carry it during the exhibit.

We learned that once you exit the exhibit--which means you exit the merch shop--you are NOT allowed to come back in. Even, when your companion was still inside, you couldn't go back in. My friend left the merch shop since there were no places for her to sit and wait for me. So she stepped out of the shop. Apparently, there are gates with workers preventing people from re-entering. And so, when I experienced problems with my card, I called my friend to have her lend me her credit card. That's when we experienced that problem. The officer was kind enough to allow my friend to hand me her card so that I could pay for my haul of merch. But imagine, if we both left the shop to go to a store to withdraw money? There was no Lawson store nearby so we'd have to take the metro and find one, buy a ticket, return to the venue, go through the exhibit AGAIN (I probably would have to repeat playing the minigames, collecting stamps, and having my photo taken out of courtesy rather than rushing through the exhibit), and then finally arrive at the merch shop. But considering the time we entered the park around 1:30 PM and spent 2 hours in the park, I believe that it would have ended with a very tight schedule (the park closes at 6:00 PM) and a very unhappy companion.

In conclusion, removing my watermarks means you (the watermark remover) discredit me and disrespect all of my time, effort, and money I invested just to get a high-quality scan of this clear file just for you to enjoy looking at and most likely saving it to your collection of SxF images. You are also a THIEF for not only stealing my scanned image and re-uploading my scan with a horrible cut and my watermarks removed with AI, but also for the fact that you DID NOT pay for a round-trip ticket to Japan, you DID NOT pay for your own ticket to Waku Waku Park, you DID NOT purchase this clear file yourself, and you DID NOT spend money on a scanner to get this high-quality image to post on the internet.

I know that this is MY SCANNED image of the official art because I can see ghost texts of my watermark between Loid and Yor and near Anya's finger and Bond's forehead. I can see the residual cut off of the weird light-blue scan found near Loid's head. The most obvious is that the red leaf between Yor and Loid was horribly "removed" by AI (dear, I use AI to edit out people from my photos, it doesn't take a trained and perfectionist eye to notice something looks fucked up).

Below is an example of me using AI, and this is not how it should look without people. There was a clear pathway behind the people but AI decided to cover it with grass. Keep in mind that to arrive to THIS AI edit, it took me over an hour to repeat the removal process since AI's edit is RANDOM every time. I am an extreme perfectionist, so I tend to waste hours on end to find AI edits that look convincing (I'm not gonna bother putting a watermark on this because my face is there).

Furthermore, as far as I'm aware (at this current time), I know that my scan is the only one that has resurfaced this image. The official merch image of this design is quite difficult to find and reference. I would've sourced it by now if I had already found it, but I've spent 6 hours writing this entire post as is and still couldn't find it.

The person who shared the removal of my watermark on Twitter/X was unaware of the importance for watermarking scans and had been cooperative by taking down her original post. I have provided a post to my scans on Twitter/X here, and a link to the original source found on my Ko-Fi shop. I currently have no beef with her, nor am I attacking her with this post. What she had presented to me was an opportunity to educate.

If you're looking for official merch that do not have watermarks slashed across their products, then your best bet is to find them from official merch websites and/or official merch images. Obviously, they want you to purchase their products. Second, they have the legal rights and trademark (TM) to flex that they own it, so I highly doubt anyone would go out of their way to edit an official work and claim it as their image.

My experience alone confirms that had I not put a watermark on my scan, I would have definitely gotten this scan stolen. As far as I'm aware, my scan is the ONLY ONE (at this current moment) that pops up in Google searches. It pops up via Tumblr from @yumeka-sxf Spy x Family miscellaneous collab scans - part 3 post.

I'm so grateful to have received advice from @yumeka-sxf because she encouraged me to protect my scans having experienced multiple thefts from her oldest scanned images in the past.

TLDR; Don't remove people's watermarks on scanned pictures (especially if they're put on official merch). We have the right to post watermarks on our pictures/scans because we spent ungodly time and effort to find them, spent money to purchase them, scanned/took high-quality pictures of them, and kindly shared our collection(s) FOR FREE for people to enjoy, share the experience, and/or inspire them to purchase one themselves. Unfortunately, the decision to put watermarks over purchased merch is because there are people who are willing to do whatever it takes to edit out credit and watermarks found in corners or in open spaces to claim ownership of the image. I have also seen merchants' product pictures being stolen by other sellers who just happen to have the same product (yes, I'm calling Ebay and Mercari out). That's why there are sellers who take pictures of their products next to their usernames.

If you have read everything until the very end, you have my gratitude. I hope that this post has been educational in helping everyone become aware that watermarks are used to credit people's time, effort, and money to share high-quality scans/pictures of official merch that they purchased. The reason you can see it is because of their efforts to share it.

[gabbyp09]

[yumeka-sxf]

Spy x Family miscellaneous collab scans - part 4

I'm back with more SxF scans! I'm most excited to share the two exclusive illustrations for the movie that came with the blu-ray releases. This first one is from the Toho preorder.

And this one is from Amazon Japan's deluxe edition.

Here's a couple of clear file scans, one from the Nijigen no Mori collab...

...and another from the Anime Extra Mission event from June (the clear file has this sparkle design, not sure that made for effective scanning but I did my best!)

And lastly, here's a scan of the cover illustration that Endo made for the movie booklet that was given out in Japanese theaters when CODE: White was screening. The original version had text on it but the deluxe edition of the blu-ray release came with a textless postcard.

<- Return to Part 3

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 6: Accomplice

All confidence and security I’ve accumulated is depleted. The Shelbys have helped keep me safe from the unpredictable world outside, and as the cop pushes me through the ash-filled streets I’m reminded of just how vulnerable I really am. Yet I still keep my head held high and mask my fear with stern eyes. I’m led to what must be the police station and down the hall to a small waiting room with a single desk. The cop shuts the door, closing off what little light there is. 

“I demand to know what’s going on!” I shout at the door. “I will not be imprisoned without official charges! If there is no official complaint then I shall inform the authorities in America!”

“No need for that, Ms. Steenstra,” a familiar voice speaks from the shadows. Campbell steps forward smoking a pipe and I see he’s holding a file.

I tighten my jaw and refrain from yelling again. My state of mind is much more fierce compared to our last encounter. “Hello again, Inspector Campbell.”

He slides the file onto the desk and sits down. “Last time I saw you, you were trying to get home. Scared of Small Heath and all its glory.” He points a finger at me. “I told you to stay away from the Peaky Blinders. Now I’m told you’re working for them.”

Keep calm, Steenstra. Remember what Polly told you.

“I’m a tutor, nothing more,” I say firmly. “I know nothing about their real business so if that’s why you brought me here then you’re wasting your time.” I turn away and face the door.

“If you’re interested, we could set you up for an inside job,” Campbell offers.

Did I hear that right? “You mean… spy? On the Shelbys?” I ask.

“Yes. And if there is any odd behavior then you can report it to me.”

Thomas was right. This man is out to get the entire Shelby family. I can’t be an asset to his cause. Not only because of my feelings for the Shelbys, but also for the loyalty of my employment.

I turn around and stare the inspector straight in the eye. “Maybe it’s done differently in England, but in America we are loyal to our employers. The answer is no, Inspector.”

The man takes a puff on his pipe. “What if certain arrangements were made? You still wish to return to your country, yes?”

The thought of going home is a spark of hope in my chest. But I can’t cave into this.

“Correct.”

Campbell shrugs. “Well, if you decide to join our cause we could arrange for a plane ticket, as well as better lodgings here for you.”

Just as I thought. “If you’re trying to bribe me, it won’t work. I’m sorry Inspector, but I cannot be bought.”

I grab the door knob and find it’s unlocked, no doubt because they don’t see me as a threat. Yet. Just as I start walking back to the front door I hear Campbell call out:

“Be careful, miss. Never know when the wolf will step out of its sheep's clothing.”

But in this scenario, who’s the wolf? I have no desire to be connected to this intricate web of lies and deception. I am in good relations with both the law and the Shelbys, and want to keep it that way.

I make haste to get back to the Shelby house. All previous angry thoughts are long gone and I don’t care if Thomas is still mad at me. Once I close the door I take a deep breath and take in the familiar kitchen. Calm down, you kept quiet. Just stay here and ride out the storm until you can go home.

My invisible mask falters and my eyes start to tear up. In a quick panic I grab a damp cold cloth and head to the living room to sit on the small couch. God, how did I get caught into this? All because I was an idiot and got myself lost!

“Ah, you’re back.”

No. No. Of all the Shelbys to walk in, why does it have to be him?

“Hello, Thomas.” I keep my head lowered and hastily try to block away more tears. “I’d like to apologize again for earlier. My mind hasn’t been very clear these past few days.”

Fate must have a sick sense of humor because Thomas decides to sit next to me. His weight pushes the cushions down further and has me leaning slightly towards him.

“Nobody apologizes to me unless they’ve done something else against me,” Thomas speaks in a dangerously calm voice. “What did you do after you left?”

Fighting my screaming nerves I lift my head up to face his cold eyes. “I was headed to the chapel when one of Campbell’s officers temporarily apprehended me. I was brought to Campbell’s office, where he questioned me.”

Thomas’ eyes flash. “He what?” Thomas grabs my neck, drags me over and pins me against the wall to shout in my face. “Well? What did you tell him? What did you say?!”

I try to choke out a response. “I- I didn’t say anything, Thomas!”

“Why? We never bought you over!” He releases my throat and I gasp for air. “We don’t own you-”

“You don’t have to, Thomas!” I seethe. “I didn’t say anything because A, I honestly don’t know much about the guns. And B, it would be betraying you.”

Thomas doesn’t budge but his eyes soften a fraction. Why must every encounter with him end so violently and not as romantic? I- No. Don’t flatter yourself, Steenstra. There are far more important issues at the moment!

“Really?” Thomas’ voice is calmer, yet still suspicious.

I take a deep breath and put both hands on his chest. “You may not think you’ve bought me, but I still owe a debt to the Shelby family. You took me in. You gave me a job and a roof over my head. If that’s not buying me over, I don’t know what else there is.”

Slowly, Thomas’ hands snake up to grab mine. His breathing has calmed down. He must believe me.

“No one’s this nice, Ms. Steenstra,” he whispers. “You’re not like any other person I’ve met. If you really are this loyal it would be a shame to see you go home.”

I sigh in relief. “So I’m not fired?”

He chuckles. “You always fret about being fired.”

“It’s my first job,” I reply sheepishly. “I’d hate to lose it in such a short time. Plus I really don’t want being fired by the Shelby family to be on my short résumé.”

“You’re fired?!”

We both look over to where Finn is standing, having just entered from the hallway. He’s holding another one of my books, no doubt having finished it already.

“No, Finn. She’s not fired.” Thomas gives me a smirk. “I don’t think she’ll be leaving for quite a while.”

My face falls. “Are you saying you’re going to keep me here against my will, Mr. Shelby?”

He quirks a brow. “You said you owe a debt to us, yes? How’d you like to have your Birmingham experience lengthened?”

I frown. “Meaning…?”

“That you are to stick around until you’ve earned a ticket home and we feel you’ve worked off your debt,” Thomas replies coolly and leans in closer. “Deal?”

A week ago I would have declined on the spot, but the few days I’ve spent here have snatched my interest. Maybe a while longer in Birmingham wouldn’t be so bad?

I smile. “Deal. My only request is that I’m escorted around town in order to not be snagged by Campbell again.”

Thomas tips his hat. “Your wish shall be granted, Verena Nora Steenstra. Welcome to being an accomplice to the Peaky Blinders.”

Accomplice. The word brings a whole new meaning to my job. I’m no longer a simple tutor. I’m part of something much bigger now. It scares me a little, but it’s also rather exciting.

“Yes!” Finn celebrates. “Can we do another lesson now?”

Aw, Hell. I can’t say no to this! My family’s not perfect and neither am I. I was always going to do something drastic someday, and if this is it then I’d love nothing more!

Thomas walks off to the kitchen and leaves me with his brother. You are one peculiar individual, Thomas Shelby.

I smile. “Yes, Finn. Let’s get started!”

[togrowoldinv]

The Godmother

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You and Natasha ask Maria an important question

Note: This fic is a result of a head canon I have for my soft mama Nat family. There needs to be more Maria Hill softness in this world tbh. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

Natasha sits on a bench with one of her best friends as she watches her two children run around the playground. She smiles as they help each other scale the ladder and go down the slide happily.

“This is nice,” Maria breaks the silence.

“Yeah? I wasn’t sure if you’d want to come. Y/n was insistent that you would like a day outside of the compound though,” Nat explains.

“I do have to say an invite to the playground was an interesting call from you,” Maria says. Her smile is soft as she too watches the kids play together. “And we’ve had many interesting calls.”

Natasha chuckles and takes a sip of her coffee. It’s a cool morning, but warm enough for a park trip for the first time in a while.

“So, what’s the real reason you asked me here?” Maria skips to the chase.

She, a great soldier and spy herself, can see the way Natasha’s hand fiddles with her wedding ring. A clear sign she has something to ask, but is being careful as to when to say it.

“Can’t get anything past you, Hill. What gave me away?”

“The ring.”

“Damn. I told y/n I needed to wear it on my necklace today,” Natasha says. She’s not upset that Maria read her tell. Maybe she even wanted her to notice it.

“So, what’s up?”

“There’s something I need to ask you. And it’s okay if you need some time to think about it, or even if you say no,” Natasha begins.

She’s nervous but as soon as she sees the subtle glance Maria makes towards the children when she hears a shout, she feels better about what she’s about to ask.

“Y/n and I have been talking and we want to ask you to be the godmother to Ali and Ivan.”

Maria blinks hard once, twice, and a third time. She looks over Natasha’s face and sees no inkling that she isn’t being serious.

“Oh, I- me?” She can’t find the right words. Maria never saw herself as the type to be a godmother. Her own insecurities start to flood her mind.

“Yeah, you. We just think that- Maria?” Nat calls after her as Maria excuses herself to the car.

She walks quickly, cursing herself internally for not just saying yes or that she’d think about it. As she gets in the car, she sits and watches on as Nat gets up to play with the kids.

Natasha panics in her own right and texts you to come to the park. You are working from home, but immediately leave your files behind and drive to the park.

“What happened?” You ask as soon as Nat and the kids are in ear shot.

“She just panicked when I asked her. Maybe I did something wrong, I don’t know. She’s in the car over there,” Nat explains. You catch sight of Maria.

“I’ll go and talk to her. It’s okay, baby. You did everything right,” you assure Nat with a hug and kiss to her lips.

As you approach the car, Maria takes a deep breath. You open the door and slide into the passenger seat.

“Hey,” you greet her, trying to be casual. In reality, Maria intimidates you with how calm and collected she always is during missions.

She only greets you with a soft smile. You can feel her nerves floating through the air.

“You see how Ali always keeps her eyes on her brother when they’re up high?” You think maybe if you steer the conversation in this direction then you can get through to her.

“Yeah. She’s a good protector,” Maria says. She can’t help but grin at the sight of the little girl.

“She is. She gets that from Natasha. You know she never thought she would be capable of being the mom she is, but she’s the best part of these kids’ lives,” you explain. Maria squirms in her seat a little. “And you’ve always been so supportive of me and Natasha.”

“Well it’s not hard. You two are great together.”

“Did you think that when you interrogated me when we got engaged?” You ask. You’re almost serious, but there’s a slight humor in your tone.

“I just wanted to make sure you were legit,” Maria remarks.

“So if I’m legit, then don’t you think that me and Nat thought about this a lot?” You poke at the real issue at hand.

She finally looks at you and she can’t help but soften at the way you’re looking at her. Maria takes note of your body language. Your shoulders are open to her and your hands rest on the center console. You’re not closed off in the slightest.

“I guess I’m just shocked,” Maria offers. “I don’t see myself as the type to be worthy of this sort of honor or responsibility.”

“Maria, I’ll be honest, you scare the absolute hell out of me. But it’s because you’re such a strong and capable woman. I can think of no one better to be the godmother to my children.”

Maria takes a deep breath and looks your expression over. She ponders your words and comes to a conclusion. “This was your idea?”

You nod affirmatively. Maria doesn’t say anything but she opens the car door and steps out. You follow her towards the children and Natasha. They are sitting on a bench as Nat gives them snacks.

“Hi Maria!” Ali sweetly greets the woman.

“Hey kiddo,” she replies. Then, she turns to you and Nat. “Can I talk to you two?”

You nod and take a few steps away from the kids, but are sure to keep them in sight and ear shot.

“I’ve got to admit it scares me, but I’d be honored to be their godmother,” Maria says. The words come out fast like she’s still a little scared to say them.

“Thank you so much, Maria. We’re so happy,” Natasha says. She smiles as she pulls Maria into a hug.

You watch them before Nat pulls you into the hug as well.

“I want a hug!” Your son, Ivan, runs in to join the group hug. Perfectly, he pulls on Maria’s hand and she lifts him up into the hug. Ali joins in too in Natasha’s arms.

“I love all of you,” Nat tells the group.

“We love you, babe,” you reply.

The kids mutter I love yous before running off to play once again. You sit on a bench with Maria and Nat.

And just as the first time she met Natasha, Maria feels like she has a family.

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[digitaltohru]

The Man in the Uniform ch. 8 is up!

Summary:

‘In this job, things we can't control will happen'. Dying, falling in love, dying and falling out of love. Lessons begin to take place, as we learn about Chloe's origins and motivations.

Meet WISE's double agent Sunrise.

-Pretty much an extended version of ch 89-

‘Yuri Briar

Age: 20

Birthplace: Nielsburg, Ostania

Date of birth: August 13th, 1946

General studies up until 1960 then skipped to Berlint University class of…’

Sunrise slammed the file shut, shuddering at the prospect, a little queasy, avoiding the hard glare of her superior. She tried to comb her hair for comfort, only to find emptiness instead of long locks of silky hair. So many changes were happening so fast, that even the sight of someone familiar didn’t help dampen her worries.

“That’s–” Sunrise shuddered.

“Correct”. A womanly voice assured. “Our best agent is currently under the most decisive mission to keep peace between the West and East, right here in Ostanian soil. And this young man, he’s too close to our operation to feel safe without compromising the rest of our operations”.

The younger woman exhaled, her heartbeat rattling, while fixing her posture and clearing her throat, hoping her next words didn’t sound like one of a weakling. Her mentor continued, straight to the plot. “He’s been appointed as Second Lieutenant for the State Security Service two months ago, since he’s proven himself quite capable, and ruthless… Needless to say, it is imperative we keep an eye on him, as you just heard, all our stakes are in this operation”.

Sunrise’s mouth drooped, shocked with disbelief, at all the information that had hit her in the span of two minutes.

“We’re aware that both of you know each other”. Her boss spoke, pointedly.

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I spent 6 grueling hours researching how to protect one's photos/scans so you wouldn't have to--And these are my findings:

As the title states, I spent 6 grueling hours researching how to protect one's photos/scans in case other collectors want to protect and/or receive credit for their photos.

Once more let me emphasize THEIR PHOTOS.

Backstory:

It's not a secret that I'm quite a big collector of official Spy x Family merchandise, specifically clear file folders, stationery, and acrylic stands. I own so much, in fact, I have a tendency to own a handful of duplicates and had the crazy idea to start a small business selling these duplicates via Ko-Fi. A thought came to me that since I had already invested in a light box and a scanner for selling my merch, why not also use them to share pictures of my collection for other fans to view and appreciate?

And that was when I had sought the opinions from my good friend, @yumeka-sxf. Yumeka has been kindly posting high-resolution scans of her SxF merch (clear files, pages, etc.) on Tumblr. She is someone I also deemed as an expert when it came to uploading merch on the internet. She gave me incredible advice with awesome foresight when it came to watermarking high-resolution pictures and scans. She easily predicted what disrespectful people would do if I hadn't moved my watermarks to certain (albeit not really appealing) spots. And, just like she said, someone did attempt to remove my watermark using AI. You can read about it here. @yumeka-sxf also provided her own insight to watermarking merch here--if ya'll are interested to read.

I won't go into too much detail, but essentially they're long posts meant to educate people on why fans, who own the official merch, put watermarks on their pictures. The bottom line is, we're claiming the picture for ownership, NOT the merch.

Second, did you know that people have found ways to remove watermarks?

That gives me enough incentive as to why I want to take it a step further to protect my photos/scans.

"If I take a picture of something do I own the picture that I took?":

Yes and no. Yes as in, the picture is yours. No, because depending on your subject, it falls under numerous jurisdictions of copyright. You can find all the details in this insightful post from veteran photographers.

But since we're focusing on the topic of photos and scans of merchandise, I'd like to provide these screenshots:

And so, to re-iterate, the only thing you'll get out of copyrighting your photo is just the right to the photo--which is all I want.

The Findings:

6 grueling hours of research for protecting one's picture led me to several insightful directions--one of them amusingly brought me down a rabbit hole of how to protect one's real estate pictures. They did have some wonderful tips if you guys would like to read them!

Unfortunately, I do not own Photoshop so I could not make any edits on the metadata or create a layer that will prevent downloading the content of the picture. Preventing screenshots/right-clicking is limited to control on a website and/or can easily be canceled by plug-ins. So that just leaves me with finding something creative solutions the only tool I have: Canva (more on this later).

I spent some more time reading more journals and visited USCO (United States Copyright Office) and, finally, Pixsy.

I'm gonna be honest, USCO is THE BEST way to protect your media (merchandise, art, etc.) IF you have the money to support it.

Not only do I not have the funding for this type of service, but my photos don't exactly meet "originality" especially when the subject of the photo is copyright-protected merchandise, which means there are severe punishments for those who pursue any commercial purposes (such as selling my photos to make money rather than directing people to purchase the official work from the licensing site). And at the end of the day, I just care about the photo, itself, and receiving credit and source.

It's ridiculously simple to just credit and source a picture, and yet, it'll surprise you how many people just can't do that. This is why, I must take these extra precautions to ensure credit and sourcing.

So, I opted for Pixsy for its free plan that includes 500 images being monitored.

There's no doubt that I'll most likely invest in a monthly subscription if ever I amass beyond 500 pictures for monitoring.

Currently, it has already done an impressive job of identifying pictures I've posted with my watermarks on Ko-Fi, Twitter, and Tumblr. It has even identified reblogs/retweets.

For some odd reason, it uploads my pictures horizontally when it's normally vertical ^^; but it still gets the job done. Interestingly, it hasn't picked up my pictures from Mercari yet. I assume that if I were to upgrade to the subscription plan, Pixsy might be able to find it by then.

Procedures:

I'm sharing my procedures for protecting one's photo (and content, if applicable of course).

Step 1: Register on Pixsy. As I've addressed earlier, it's free.

Step 2: Upload HIGH-RESOLUTION pictures (no watermark) to Pixsy's database. This is probably the most accurate way for Pixsy to identify pictures of the same (or similar) "blueprint". In the picture below, I provided a screenshot of my picture without the watermark (left) with a picture they found of my picture with my watermark on it from my ko-fi shop (right).

Step 3: If you plan to upload a photo/scan with or without watermark, it is recommended to upload your image at 550 pixel image and at 72 dpi. This makes it good for the internet (see first image below). But once you zoom in, you can tell the difference in quality (see second image below).

I mentioned before that I don't have photoshop, so I experimented with what I do have: Canva.

Since I have a premium membership (indicated by crown icons), I just use the following settings:

and it gets the job done.

I am planning to upload my photos without watermarks to the Spy x Family wiki quite soon, so I did all this research to prepare for possible theft and/or the lack of crediting and sourcing--just in case. A friend of mine told me that s/he can try to ensure crediting through the file name, which is a ridiculously kind gesture, but I'm not ignorant of people who change/completely ignore file names. That's unfortunately just the way it is on the internet.

Hopefully, I've curated enough research to help protect photos/scans from possible theft (if reposting is not allowed by the owner).

I don't mind if my photos are used for reference AS LONG AS they credit me and link the source directly to the image itself (not one of those cut-corner kind of way and just link my Ko-Fi gallery). I won't tolerate laziness when it comes to sourcing considering I invested a lot of money to purchase merch and invested hours--even days--to get the best photo/scan + researched information on the merch for public access.

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[yumeka-sxf]

Spy x Family miscellaneous collab scans - part 3

Been a while since I made one of these posts! First up of the new scannable items I got is the adorable season 2 blu-ray box, featuring the Forgers at the resort island!

Speaking of the blu-ray box, if you preordered it from Amazon, you get the below cloth poster featuring Loid & Anya from the cruise arc! I didn't actually buy all the blu-rays, but I did buy the box second-hand, and the cloth poster was included. I didn't think it would scan well since it's cloth, but it ended up looking pretty good! (minus the crease on the left)

Next is artwork I've been looking all over for, after only seeing a low quality version online a while back. I couldn't find any merch with these designs, but @xxscarletxrosexx found a clear file with it and was kind enough to let me post the scan she made 😀 She has a lot of SxF merch available on her Ko-Fi shop here so give it a look see~

Next is a series of photo cards featuring all the SxF characters in gorgeous outfits/poses!

Next is the little activity book from the McDonald's collab from a while back.

And lastly, I was able to scan the below acrylic boards. Most acrylics don't scan well and end up blurry no matter what I do, but these ones came out great!

Continue to Part 4 ->

<- Return to Part 2

[immanime]

Spy x Family Clear File

[nyannyannihon]

[cutesxsherry]

Latest completely unplanned acquisition of spy x family clear file ^^;;

I actually went to MOVIC online store meaning to save the merchandise's pics for safekeeping in the dedicated folder made for them on my PC, but ended up noticing this clear file of Loid was in stock again... And one more clear file! Someone stop me...!!! T_T

My official excuse is : "these are the cheapest merch overall and doesn't cost much to ship either since it's literally just a sheet of plastic" but I've been getting too many of these!

And here are the two others of Yor and Anya :

[tierneysodegaard2]

Dirty Secrets - Pierre Gasly x reader - Part Six

Read Part Five here

Pierre Gasly x female!reader

Summary: Being the golden girl of Mercedes was easy when your dad was Toto Wolff. You’d been his Personal Assistant for a while with no problems until Pierre Gasly started to sneak around with you. Toto would kill him if he found out he was sleeping around with his daughter. Let’s just hope you have a good concealer to hide those marks Pierre leaves on your neck every night.

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: Swearing, religious talk, angst.

—

Toto’s eyes widened at the sight of Pierre Gasly standing next to his daughter in his own home. He didn’t say a word as he looked between the two of you evidently not knowing what to say. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to just scream at Pierre until he left or silently drag him out of the house by his hair, maybe he’ll do both. Both you and Pierre followed his actions, staying deadly quiet and just looking at the tall man standing before you. 

“Toto -” Susie called out, carrying Jack in her arms but suddenly kept quiet when she saw what her husband was looking at. She looked between you and Toto before speaking up awkwardly. “I’m going to put Jack to bed.” She quickly backed away, scurrying off to get her and her son away from the awkward tension in the air. 

“Dad…” You finally spoke when Susie had disappeared. “This is -”

“I know who he is y/n I’m not an idiot.”

Pierre cleared his throat, holding his hand out for Toto to shake. “Mr Wolff Sir, it’s nice to finally meet you outside of work.”

Did he really think acting like a gentleman would work?

Toto looked down at Pierre's hand before looking back up at him. “Get out of my house.” 

“Dad please -”

Toto snapped his head towards you. “Don’t try and defend him y/n, why would you even let him in here? What if he’s gone through our files and -”

“With all due respect that’s not why I’m here.” Pierre stood his ground. “I’m here for y/n, not to spy on your pathetic plans.” The Frenchman spat. “You might know that if you stopped working her too hard.”

“And who are you to tell me how to do my job?” Toto stepped forward. “You should focus on your own, maybe then you’ll start to get points.” 

“Dad!” You snapped. Toto’s gaze fell on you. “Why would you -”

“Not all of us get the privilege of working around money.” Pierre interrupted you. “Some of us work for what we’ve got -”

“You think I don’t work for what I’ve got?” Toto grew agitated. “I raised her through everything, I could have just dumped her with family but I didn’t, I worked so hard to give her the best life I could.” Toto stepped closer. “You will never understand what that’s like.”

“Oh?” Pierre smirked. “You never know, if she’s pregnant then maybe you and I won’t be so different.” 

Narrowing your gaze at the man you hissed. “What the fuck Pierre!” 

“Did you sleep with him?” Toto’s words spilled out, his attention leaving Pierre. “y/n…” His tone was a warning one. “Did you sleep with him?”

“Multiple times.” Pierre jumped in. 

“Pierre!” 

“Get the fuck out of my house!” Toto yelled at Pierre. 

“Happily.” He huffed, not letting Toto get to him as he stormed to your room to get his things. You weren’t far behind him, running off to catch him before he stormed out. Pierre caught sight of you as you slammed your door behind yourself. “Come with me.” 

“Fuck off Pierre.” Tears pricked your eyes as you spoke those words. 

“Me fuck off?” He stepped closer to you. “He’s the one that started everything, you heard what he said about me -”

“And you only encouraged it!” You joined his actions, stepping closer. “Why did you say that about me? About us?”

“Say what?” He spoke as if he’d forgotten everything that had just happened. 

“About us sleeping together! Trying to allude to the fact that I might be pregnant, you know now all he’s going to do is make me take tests until my period comes right?” 

“What are you embarrassed that you slept with me?”

“Of course I’m not -”

“Then why do you care that he knows?”

“Because he’s my fucking father Pierre, he’s so protective as it is this is only going to make it worse!”

“Well, maybe you need to grow up and stop acting like some golden girl that only wants to please everybody.” He ran his hands through his hair, huffing at his words. “This was a mistake.”

“What?” Your voice was low as he backed off, grabbing his bags. 

“This, me coming here, me even thinking that sleeping with you was a good idea. If I could take it all back I would.” His words hurt. Every single word he spoke cut into your skin and left their own scar. 

You’d started to see Pierre as more than just a fuck buddy, he was growing on you. You loved his laugh, the way he always rests his head on your shoulder and looked up at you with his glass eyes, the way you’d catch him stealing glances at you no matter where you were. The late-night chats you had, laying in bed and on the phone. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he was growing on you, you loved his company and not just for sex. 

You’d fallen for Pierre Gasly.

“Maybe you’re right.” Tears fell from your eyes. “Get out Gasly.” 

Pierre didn’t want to see the pain in your eyes but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Pierre didn’t mean the words he’d spoken, he actually felt the opposite. He was just so consumed with anger that Toto had gotten in between you both and he always knew you’d side with your Dad over him. He shouldn’t have said what he had, to you and to Toto but the damage was done and if he didn’t leave soon he wouldn’t be alive for Silverstone. 

Pierre wanted to apologise, he wanted to hold you in his arms and wipe the tears away, like you’d done for him all those moons ago but he couldn’t. He could feel his own eyes filling with tears but he couldn’t let you see that, not after what he’d said. With one last glance, Pierre grabbed his things and left you to cry in your room, his heart breaking with every step.

—

You spent the rest of the day telling Toto to piss off as you let the tears flow. Why did he have to get in the way of things? And why did Pierre have to open his mouth like that? You didn’t want to think about it but Toto wouldn’t give up. 

“y/n? I have your dinner here…” He was met with silence. “Please, can we talk?” 

“I don’t want to talk!” You shouted back. 

“We need to talk about it eventually!” Toto called back. “You can’t just bring a rival to our house!” 

“He’s hardly a rival!” You snapped back. “I don’t want to talk to you!” 

Toto took a deep breath, huffing as he turned on his heel and walked back to the kitchen. Susie caught on to his defeated expression as he set the plate down. “I’ll go and speak to her.” She gave him a small warm smile before taking the food back to you. “She might listen to me.” 

“I need to talk to her though. I’m the one who snapped as I did. Not to mention she might be pregnant with his fucking child!” 

“Give it a rest Toto he only said it to annoy you.” Susie bit back, turning on her heel and walking off, leaving him on his own to ponder his own thoughts. Susie took a lighter approach, knocking on the door softly before speaking. “y/n? It’s Susie, can you unlock the door for me? I have your dinner here…” 

Susie would understand more than Toto would and you also knew she wouldn’t jump down your throat about certain things. Reluctantly you got up from your bed and unlocked the door before opening it to see the kind-faced woman holding out a plate to you as she offered you a warming smile. Her expression dropped slightly when she saw your tear-stained face, she gave you a sympathetic look as you stepped back, allowing her into your room. 

“Can we talk?” She asked. You nodded, walking back to your bed as she stepped in and closed your door. “Talk to me, sweetheart…”

“What’s there to say? Pierre and I had an argument and so did Dad and I. Dad won’t let this die… Pierre isn’t what he thinks, he’s not some stuck-up prick who’s trying to spy for answers. He’s actually kind, someone who cares about others…”

“Your Dad doesn’t think about that.” Susie sat down on your bed as she spoke. “He cares about you a lot, he doesn’t want you to get hurt -”

“He can’t just treat me like a child Susie.” You sat up as you spoke, resting against the headboard of your bed. “I’m an adult, I can do what I please -”

“I know you can y/n and I support you in this. I will back you all of the way I promise.” She squeezed your hand slightly as she spoke. “He just cares about you and he knows what racing drivers can be like.”

“But Pierre isn’t like that!” 

“y/n… do you love him?”

“I just slept with him, nothing more.” You lied. “But he’s a good person and now I’ve lost him.” 

“He’ll come around and so will Toto.”

“I doubt it, Pierre maybe but Dad won’t ever let this go.” 

“Shows he cares.”

“Shows he’s a little too protective.” 

“I just care about you.” Your door opened and Toto stepped inside, evidently listening to the entire conversation. 

Your eyes met his, he had a low expression on his face. His eyes filled with sorrow at the words unfolding between you and Susie. “I’ll leave you two to talk.” Susie set your food down, quickly getting up and leaving the room before you could even think to protest. 

Toto stepped in, shutting the door and pulled your desk chair out from under the desk and perched himself on it. “Can we talk?”

“That’s what we’re doing aren’t we?” You raised your brows at him. 

“y/n please.”

“Please what Dad?” Your voice raised slightly. “Let me listen to you explain why you said all those things about Pierre? Let me listen to your half-arsed apology when you actually couldn’t care less?”

“I do care about you, not him.” 

“Then I don’t care for your apology.” 

“What are you two together or something?” He leant back in the chair, folding his arms. “Because you’re defending him like you are.”

“I don’t need to be someone’s girlfriend for me to speak good about them.”

“He’s not worth your time y/n.” Toto’s tone was a serious one. “He’s a waste on that grid sometimes -”

“He’s a decent driver who needs a chance.” You hit back. “He has talent and right now he’s not at a team that can give him what he needs.”

“He hasn’t even won a race yet.”

“And?” You narrowed your gaze at him. “There’s plenty of drivers on the grid who can’t even score points let alone even get on pole. He’s been through hell and back and people like you only care about drivers who are already at their best rather than their potential.”

“You know that isn’t true.” He spat back. “You know I am always looking at talent to fill in the blanks I and this team need.” Toto got out of the chair. “He’s seen you as an opening to get into Mercedes.” 

“No he hasn’t -”

“I know what Gasly is like.” Toto walked towards the door. “Don’t bother packing your bags for Silverstone, you won’t be needed.”

“What?” You leapt up, following him as he walked off. “I work for Mercedes you can’t just tell me to stay home!”

“I’m not just your Dad I’m also your boss and you will stay here.” 

“I’m not staying here!” 

“Yes you are!” 

“Toto…” Susie rushed over, trying to stop the dispute. 

“You can’t just keep me away from my job like I’m a child. I’m not even speaking to Pierre right now so if you want me to stay away from him then that’s fine but you can’t keep me away from my own job and that race track.” 

“I can -”

“Toto!” Susie screamed, shutting you both up. “She will come to Silverstone and she will do her job, that is final. We need her there and you will never forgive yourself if you don’t.” Susie turned to you. “Go and eat, once your done leave the plate outside the door and go and pack for the race. Get everything you need and get some rest, we’ll be leaving early.” 

You nodded, sending her a thankful smile before walking back to your bedroom, tears fresh in your eyes at the event that had just taken place. 

“I ruined that…” Toto turned to Susie, his eyes leaving you. 

“Ruined is an understatement.” She eyed him. “You have a lot of apologising to do to her. I know what Pierre said wasn’t acceptable either but she didn’t say that, he did and you two can choose to ignore what happened or solve it. Just remember how much it’ll hurt her if you continue to act like this. She loves you just as much as you love her, don’t let that fade away all because you can't accept that she may love a rival.”

Toto took a deep breath as he thought about what Susie had said and he wasn’t the only one thinking about the situation. Pierre was currently slumped in a chair in Charles’ hotel room as his best friend unpacked his things after arriving in England. 

“I fucked up Char.” Pierre suddenly spoke.

“What’ve you done now?” The brunette asked, letting out a small smile which slowly faded when he saw his best friend's expression. “Oh, what have you done Pierre?” 

“Might have slept with Toto Wolff’s daughter for months on end, might have slowly started to fall for her and I might have gotten into an argument with her Dad and then told her I regret ever sleeping with her.”

“You are a fucking idiot.” Charles narrowed his gaze at the Frenchman. “Why would you even think that getting involved with y/n Wolff was a good idea?”

“It’s not her, it’s her pathetic father.” 

“How did he know that the two of you were sleeping together? Oh, don't tell me he walked in on you -”

“No, he just walked in on us baking.”

“Baking?”

“It was supposed to be just sex but for me, it’s more than that.” 

“Does she know that?”

“No, and I doubt she ever will now, I fucked it, Charles. I mocked her Dad and told her I regretted ever being around her, not to mention I’ve led Toto to believe she’s pregnant -”

“I’m sorry you did what?”

“She isn’t.” Pierre snapped. “I just got carried away, he mentioned he’d done everything for y/n and I’ll never know what that's like so I said who knows maybe I will if she’s pregnant.”

“You are stupid.”

“I’m aware.” 

“What’s your plan?”

“My plan?”

“To get her back.”

“I don’t think I ever will.”

“Well, you’ll see her soon enough. Apologise to her and win her back and then you talk to Toto and get him on your side, happy days.” Charles spoke like it was easy. 

“I wish it was that easy.”

“She’ll forgive you.”

“Will she? Charles, I said some stupid shit, not to mention she took Toto’s side.”

“I don’t believe that,” Charles smirked. “She’s a smart girl, she wouldn’t take yours or Toto’s side.” 

“You might have a point there.” He gave his friend a small smile before sitting up. The pair of them shared a few words before Pierre left to go back to his room. He knew you’d be at Silverstone when he woke up, he needed to apologise and he needed to do it sooner rather than later. 

He lay in bed, his thoughts swarming his brain as he stared at the photo of you he’d taken the day everything had fallen apart. His heart ached at the sight of it. He’d fucked up massively and now he needed you by his side more than ever. He took a deep breath, setting his phone back on his chest, his mind wandering back to the day he became infatuated with you. 

Pierre begged God for an answer. He’s lost his seat at Red Bull and then his best friend the day after. The last time he’d properly spoken to Anthonie he’d told him to prove Red Bull wrong. Pierre was slouched against the wall with his head in his hands, crying into his race suit at what had just happened. Everything was falling apart. 

“Please…” He sobbed into his own arm. “God give me an angel…”

The distress cries of a young driver grabbed your attention as you finished up late in the Mercedes garage. Your eyes landed on the young Red Bull driver known as Pierre Gasly. The pair of you hadn’t spoken to one another often, mayhe the light ‘hello’ or ‘how are you?’ and nothing more but right now he was on his own and he needed someone. 

As Pierre finished uttering those words he felt someone’s arms wrap around him, pulling him into their chest. He snapped his head up suddenly, blinking through the tears he met your soft smile. Pierre felt safe at that moment as he fell into your chest, crying into your shirt as you soothed him. 

“Let it out…” You ran your hands up and down his back. “It’s okay Pierre…”

“He’s gone…”

“I know…” You kissed the top of his head, running your hands through his hair. “He loved you so much, Pierre…”

“All he wanted was to race with me and Charles…”

“I know he did… he’ll always be watching you and Charles and one day the pair of you will join him and you can race in the clouds.”

“I want him here now…” 

“I know, I know…” You pulled him closer. 

“I no longer have my seat either…”

“You’ll be given another chance, you have too much talent.” You looked down into his bloodshot eyes. “Prove them wrong.”

Those words made him sink into your touch even more. He really had been sent an angel.

You and Pierre stayed like that for hours. He didn’t want to let go of you, scared he’d fall apart if he wasn’t by your side. From that day you checked up on him constantly, making sure he was okay and could still continue with his F1 career. Pierre had always noticed you on the track, who wouldn’t? But since that moment he became drawn to you, he always wanted to make sure you were safe and not to mention the number of times he’d catch himself staring at you during the trophy ceremonies. 

—

The next day Pierre made sure he was up early, not that it was hard considering he’d gotten virtually no sleep. He went straight to his best friend's door, knocking loudly to get his attention. 

“Fucking hell…” Charles muttered as he tried to smooth his hair down at the sound of someone banging on his door. “What?” He swung the door open and saw a very tired-looking Pierre. “You look like you haven’t slept.”

“Because I haven’t.” He took a deep breath. “I need your help.”

“For?” Charles arched his brows. “I’m not apologising to her for you, that needs to come from you.”

“No I need you to help me get her things.”

“What are you going to bribe her?”

“No I’m going to get her flowers and a cake but it needs to be a plain cake.”

“Why a plain cake?”

“Because that’s what we were doing when Toto walked in, we planned to make a cake and I would decorate one half and she would do the other. I need to get a plain cake and decorate half and then she can do the other.”

“The master of romance.” Charles teased. “Let me get changed and we can drive into town. 

“Thank you mate.” 

Pierre had never been so nervous in his life. He spent most of his time trying to pick what flowers to get you, eventually Charles had to step in and pick the colours for him. Upon arriving back to Silverstone Pierre caught sight of Toto’s car, a very large sign that you were in fact here. 

Pierre had decorated the cake whilst Charles had driven the two of them back. Pierre had poorly drawn you with the horse you’d met on the way to the farmers market. He’d left the other half blank in the hopes you’d draw him taking a photo of you and the animal. 

“So what’s your plan?” Charles asked as he and Pierre walked towards the garages. “You aren’t just going to walk into the garage and ask to speak to her, are you?”

Pierre didn't say anything, he only looked at his best friend like he was an idiot.

“That is your plan isn’t it?” Charles gave him a deadpan expression. “You’re a fucking idiot.” 

“What else am I supposed to do?” 

“Maybe not walk into the garage where her Dad is.”

“He’ll be glued to her hip this weekend, I’ve got no choice Char.” Pierre’s heart started to race as they got closer to the Mercedes garage. “Maybe he won’t think I’m that much of a prick if he sees me putting the effort in. 

“Good luck.” Charles walked off to the Ferrari garage, leaving Pierre alone. 

It was Toto who first noticed him. The large bouquet of flowers caught his eye which made him look closer only to see the Frenchman getting closer. “I don’t want him in here!” Toto yelled, looking over at Pierre which prompted everyone else to follow his gaze including yours. 

“I just want to talk to y/n.”

“I don’t care, get him out!” Toto waved his hand towards Pierre but no one really did anything. Even Lewis who was standing beside you looked confused at his actions. 

“I’m here to apologise.” Pierre stood his ground, his eyes on you. You didn’t look as happy as you used to. Normally when you were at work you always had a smile on your face, laughing and joking around with everyone in the garage but this time you looked as if you wanted to be anywhere but the track. His expression dropped when he saw you, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and make you smile again. 

“You can go to my room.” Lewis turned to you. “No one will bother you there.”

Toto’s gaze turned to Lewis, clearly pissed off that his star boy was encouraging this. “Lewis -”

“Go.” Lewis ignored Toto, only looking at you before turning to look at Pierre, nodding at him as a silent signal to leave the garage with you. 

Toto didn’t say anything, not wanting to cause a scene in front of everyone and make the engineers gossip more than he knew they already would. Not to mention he really didn’t want Susie to give him a talking to whilst he was at work.

Pierre let out a breath and walked through the garage, doing his best to ignore Toto as he followed you to Lewis’ room. You held the door open for him before locking it behind you so no one could walk in before looking back at him. 

One chance Pierre, don’t fuck it up. 

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