#not adding his interview bc this is already long :(

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being a psychic superhero and dating Jimmy Olsen

Jimmy Olsen x reader

warnings:

a/n: s/h/n=superhero name. i added telepathy and telekinesis to reader also teehee. and also sorry this is so short !! hope they give us a jimmy show bc i would go crazy over his new dcu lore

prompt: anonymous: “headcanons for being a psychic superhero and dating jimmy olsen please? happy writing!”

jimmy was keeping a huge secret from his coworkers

his s/o was a superhero

"you guys see that picture i took of s/h/n? pretty cool right? good angle" -jimmy

"yeah, jimmy, it was great" -lois, flatly

by then he'd taken so many pictures of you everyone made the connection that you were s/h/n

not a great practice (*cough* clark *cough*)

they all let him think he was being slick about it

and you knew they all knew

when you visited you laughed at their thoughts

"you reading my mind, y/n?" -lois

"yes and i'm absolutely playing along" -you

you quickly found out clark was superman also

which he was gonna tell you anyway, you saw him telling you in the future

you'd get mad at jimmy before things happened to mess with him

"oh, you're gonna flirt with eve, huh?" -you, out of the blue

"wh—what?! why would i—i wouldn't. i'd never! are you messing with me?" -jimmy

"wouldn't you like to know, camera boy" -you

jimmy worshipped u lowkey

nonchalant my ass you were his #1

when you responded to emergencies, everyone felt a bit more at ease

you could predict people's next moves and ensure people's safety

like when the kaiju struck

"he's gonna step on that dog!" -you

"on it!" -superman

you tried your best not to like, spoil people's futures but it was hard not to

"you're gonna tell her you love her already? isn't it kind of soon?" -you, unprompted

"y/n, no more future readings" -clark

"sorry, just trying to help" -you

"...is she gonna react okay?" -clark

"you said no more future reading, not telling" -you

"what the heck?!" -clark

jimmy loved hearing the hot gossip

"okay, so when do i get promoted?" -jimmy

"i'll tell you at the price of one kiss" -you

"i'll give you a million" -jimmy

"mm, how about two?" -you

"okay, now for answers" -jimmy, after kissing you

"i don't know, i can't see everything" -you

"i want a refund" -jimmy

"no refunds!" -you

lois got her interview with you "courtesy of jimmy"

"jimmy's really proud of you, you know" -lois

"i'm surprised he kept the secret this long" -you

"you should just tell him everyone knows" -lois

"eh, where's the fun in that?" -you

jimmy was the hype man

not only did he take your photo in a journalism standpoint, he took your photo for fun

date night pics were the best

"ooh, get is sexy!" -jimmy taking a million pics on his phone "posting these for sure"

when you were at restaurants, you could predict things like:

"oh, we gotta go, we're gonna get food poisoning" -you

"you are so awesome, let's go" -jimmy

also: waiter spitting in food, battle that will interrupt date night, running into one of jimmy's exes, etc

justice gang asked you to join once and jimmy was like sooooo sad you said no

"i could be like your superhero arm candy! why would you take that away from me?" -jimmy

"uh, cuz they're kind of lame. have you seen green lantern's haircut?" -you

"i'm gonna cut my hair like that" -jimmy

"no you're not" -you, using your powers to call bullshit

"damn, it! i forgot i can't bluff with you" -jimmy

you were definitely so supportive of jimmy too

like if his pictures made the front page he'd try to not make it a big deal but you'd tell him how awesome and amazing he was and he'd blush

you framed his first front-pager and hung it up in your apartment

"y/n it's embarrassing" -jimmy, lying

"no it's not, it's great!" -you

sometimes you'd really have to bite your tongue when you'd see upsetting, distressing, uncomfortable things in the future bc it really just wasn't your place

like you wanted to live normally and jimmy could respect that

but it bummed him out if there was bad news you knew about and didn't tell him—like if he got chewed out at work or something

you also did your best to try not to spoil surprises

"oh my god, i'm so surprised! thank you, jimmy" -you, very unconvincingly

"you knew, didn't you" -jimmy

"yes, but it was an involuntary read it just flashed in my head i swear i didnt mean to ruin it" -you

you weren't omnipotent by any means lol you just had good or bad luck depending on the day. and some preonitions/sights/thoughts/whatever were more prominent than others and sooo much harder to ignore

like lex luthor invested in a way to block his and his employee's brain waves so you wouldn't be able to foil his plans

and to basically distress you so you couldn't "see" either

which (plot armor) is why you didn't know about the fortress infiltration or ultraman or baravia politics and didn't end up being much help besides trying to get people to safety in times of trouble

jimmy finally found out that the daily planet crew knew you were s/h/n when they were in mr. terrific's ship

"y/n can handle themself, even being blind to premonitions they can still move things with their mind, i just saw them hold a falling building up while moving people out from underneath" -lois

"y/n? wait—did you guys know?" -jimmy

"of course we did, kid. you weren't all that inconspicuous about it. you turned in ten pictures of s/h/n a week. wasn't that hard to connect the dots, we didn't even need a pinboard" -perry, pointing to the lex luthor board

"are you serious?! i could have been talking about this the whole time?! does y/n know you know?" -jimmy

"how could they not? they're s/h/n" -lois

betrayal

once the city was saved, jimmy pulled out his phone and started showing everyone "secret" pictures of him next to his badass s/o bc he "could finally show everyone how cool he was"

"don't show those to your admirers, jimmy" -you

"of course not, baby! wouldn't wanna make them jealous" -jimmy

taglist: @summersimmerus // @the-did-i-ask // @elmolovesw33d // @redhoodedtoad //

[downfella]

𓆏   how  you  doin',  explorer?  woah  ...  no  need  to  get  all  shaky,  'kay?  just  gonna  throw  some  easy  questions  your  way!  nothing  too  serious  —  standard  procedure,  comprende?  so,  first  things  first:  riki ishikawa,  twenty-five,  former  camper ?  awesome,  awesome  ...  you  wrote  in  your  application  that  ─  oh  my!  ─  you  see  yourself  as  perceptive  and  abrasive?  sheesh,  talk  about  a  killer  combo.  oh,  yeah,  and  let's  not  forget  your  abilities:  painting, karate, swimming, boxing, & photography .  well,  aren't  you  just  a  jack  of  all  trades?  but  even  the  strongest  oak  in  the  forest  has  a  soft  spot,  right?  being trapped somewhere  and  not being able to see his surroundings  ...  woah,  hey,  this  is  a  judgment  free  zone!  scout's  honor!  welp,  looks  like  we're  ready  to  wrap  this  up.  ah,  wait!  knew  i  was  forgetting  something.  remember  to  slip  that  his little sister’s gemstone ring worn on a chain  into  your  bag.  oh,  how  do  i  know  about  that?  pssht,  you  told  me,  silly!  see  you  'round  camp.

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦  ..

full  name:  riki  ishikawa.

nicknames:  nothing  really,  unless  you  like  testing  fate  !

gender & pronouns:  cis  man,  he/him.

sexuality:  bisexual.

age:  twenty5.

date of birth:  october  28th,  1966.

hometown: creeks nest, north carolina.

zodiac sign:  scorpio.

occupation:  freelance  photographer  &  artist.

languages spoken,  in  order  of  fluency:  english, japanese.

family:  masaki  ishikawa  (father,  estranged),  kasumi  ishikawa  (mother,  deceased),  yuki  ishikawa  (older  brother,  status  unknown),  mei  ishikawa  (younger  sister,  deceased).

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘   ..

faceclaim:  nagumo  shoma.

height:  5'11''.

build:  athletic.

hair:  nearly  black,  grown  out  and  frequently  tied  back  in  lieu  of  styling.

tattoos  &  piercings:  too  many  to  count.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬   ..

(+)  courageous,  loyal,  perceptive,  resourceful,  adaptable,  imaginative,  creative,  bold.

(-)  self-destructive,  rebellious,  irresponsible,  reckless,  cynical,  resentful,  temperamental,  defensive.

mbti:  istp  -  the  virtuoso.

moral  alignment:  true  neutral.

habits:  rolling  his  eyes,  getting  on  the  defense,  cracking  his  knuckles,  speaking  before  he  thinks.

𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬 ..

trigger warnings : car accidents, parental + familial death.

the  ishikawa's  bring  their  second  child  into  the  world  only  a  year  after  immigrating  to  the  us,  riki,  to  be  strong  and  powerful.  but  their  second  son  is  docile  next  to  their  first,  preferring  finger  paints  to  playing  in  the  mud.  father  is  too  busy  building  his  empire  to  notice,  and  mother  is  too  fond  of  his  softness  to  pay  it  mind.  a  year  and  a  half  later,  they  bring  their  third  child  into  the  world,  bright  and  beautiful  mei.  while  the  eldest  busies  himself  with  sports  and  school,  the  younger  two  of  the  ishikawa's  are  two  peas  in  a  pod  from  the  first  spring  mei  is  born. camp  hollow's  river  is  their  parents'  first  attempt  to  socialize  the  two,  force  them  out  of  the  codependency  before it  started  to  bleed  into  their  teenage  years.  it's  futile,  even  if  the  camp  helps  them  make  some  friends  along  the  way.  mei  was  stronger  than  riki,  a  little  bit  more  charming  and  friendly  than  he  was.  they  return  every  few  summers,  and  it's  like  she  never  left,  all  while  he  remains  in  the  shadows  wishing  he  was  anywhere  else.  the siblings become staples at camp. mei with her friends, and riki who never seems to be around. riki  doesn't  remember  when  he  started  to  rely  on  her  too  much,  until  verge adulthood  comes  around  and  a  massive  fight  erupts  between  the  two.  "you're  suffocating!  too  suffocating,  riki! like a shadow that won't leave me alone!"  the  words  are  imprinted  in  his  mind,  whatever  he  managed  to  spew  back,  lost  in  the  grander  moment.  they're  in  the  backseat  of  mom's  car,  arguing  about  some  boy  mei  had  been  hiding  from  him,  because  it  was  easier  than  having  her  nosy  brother  start  asking  too  many  questions.  it's  raining  outside,  screams  louder  than  the  emergency  weather  alert  sounding  off  on  the  radio.  somewhere  between  dickhead  and  bitch,  their  mother  loses  control  of  the  wheel,  swerving  right  into  a  telephone  line.  kasumi  ishikawa  is  pronounced  dead  on  impact.  her  son  sustains  a  broken  leg  and  a  fractured  wrist,  and  her  daughter  escapes  with  a  few  scratches  and  bruises. they  don't  talk  about  that  night.  they  don't  go  back  to  that  camp  either.  at  least  riki  doesn't. there's  an  inheritance  waiting  for  him  the  day  he  turns  eighteen.  something  about  generational  wealth  on  his  mother's  side,  and  his  father,  who's  managed  to  turn  that  empire  of  his  into  something  great,  is  more  than  happy  to  let  his  son  run  free.  instead,  he  gets  himself  a  job  as  a  mechanic  fresh  out  of  high  school,  breaks  spent  on  doodling  in  some  worn  down  sketchpad.  he  doesn't  think  about  camp  hollow's  river,  not  when  there's  a  bad  omen  looming  over  the  place.  but  his  sister  thinks  of  it.  and  of  course  she  does.  it  had  been  where  she  thrived  after  all.  says  she  ought  to  spend  her  first  summer  free  back  there  as  a  counselor. he  doesn't  ask  her  to  stay.  the  summer  of  ‘87  comes  around,  and  every  plea  is  kept  in  the  depths  of  his  mind.  instead,  riki  ignores  the  gnawing  feeling  of  letting  mei  go,  of  finally  being  out  of  reach  where  he  couldn’t  protect  her.  but  he  knew  the  truth,  knew  he  hadn't  been  the  same  old  brother  to  her  since  the  night  their  mother  died.  he's  angry  and  drunk  the  night  before  she  leaves,  profanities  that  leave  his  mouth,  and  a  bitter  conversation  between  the  two.  with  every  shred  of  insecurity,  he  pushes  her  further  away,  right  to  the  steps  of  the  camp  that  both  of  them  knew  so  well.  and  it  was  something  he'd  regret  till  the  day  he  dies  too. 

mei  doesn't  come  back  that  summer.  she  never  comes  back  at  all.  she  dies  with  the  memory  of  her  bitter,  jealous  brother  at  the  hands  of  some  fanatic psycho.  he  closes  every  open  door  after  that,  cashes  in  his  inheritance,  and  hits  the  road.  riki  never  intends  to  return,  especially  not  back  to  creek's  nest.  until  he  hears  word  the camp is  back,  calling  to  him  like  some  sadistic  siren. in their final moments together, mei caved and asked riki to go with her, just like old times. he'd denied her then, told her he had nothing to go back to. but now it feels like he does. redemption, vindication, the ghost of his sister pulling him back in. he drives his beat up chevy back home, and ignores the sinking feeling of the summer ahead.

of  course,  he'd  always  been  his  sister's  shadow.

𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 ..

guilt!  guilt-ridden!  blames  himself  for  what  happened  to  his  mother  and  his  sister,  not  a  day  goes  by  that  he  doesn't  wallow  in  silence  about  it.  causes  him  to  be  unfriendly  towards  others  and  estranged  from  the  rest  of  his  family  —  has  zero  contact  with  his  father  and  older  brother  (both  of  which,  leading  successful  lives  without  him  anyway). 

while  he  grew  up  sweet  and  gentle,  the  kind  who'd  probably  adopt  and  nurture  a  wild  bunny  and  whimsically  run  through  fields  of  flowers,  present-day  riki  is  an  entirely  different  breed.  knuckles  that  are  permanently  scarred  and  bruised,  tattoos  running  up  and  down  his  arms,  constant  downturn  to  his  lips  with  narrowed  eyes.  if  menacing  had  a  picture  next  to  it,  he'd  be  a  top  contender  on  exterior  alone.

most  likely  to  be  forced  into  manual  labor  rather  than  entertaining  the  children.  he  ain't  all  that  mean  to  them  (at  least...  the  young  ones,  that  is).  something  about  a  potty  mouth  and  an  unapproachable  nature.  some  of  the  kids  have  built  up  an  image  about  him  in  their  heads,  that  he's  an  underground  boxer  (unconfirmed),  frequents  sneaking  out  late  at  night  for  more  than  just  a  quick  smoke  (true),  and  once  made  a  pre-teen  pee  his  pants  (false—  kid  just  got  stranded  before  making  it  to  the  bathroom).

jack  of  all  trades  sort  of  guy.  easily  picks  up  new  hobbies,  throws  old  ones  away.  became  a  mechanic  fresh  out  of  school,  and  was  a  damn  good  one,  until  he  grew  restless  for  something  more.  art's  the  one  thing  that  sticks  every  time.  painting,  drawing,  photography.  makes  decent  money  as  a  freelancer,  and  has  even  managed  to  land  himself  in  a  few  galleries  along  the  years.  his  style  leans  more  abstract,  ironic  considering  his  own  emotional  constipation.  mainly  just  does  doodles  to  pass  the  time  when  he's  bored  and  lacking  in  chores  around  the  camp,  something  better  for  his  hands  to  occupy  themselves  with  rather  than  another  rage-filled  outburst.

[thatdeadaquarius]

About your language brainrot. I see your "Reader's writing can't match tyvat's long and flowery writing" and bring you "Tyvat isn't used to books over 50 pages long so a short story to the Reader is a whole dictionary to tyvat readers".

Seriously, have you seen how thin the books are? They don't wrote novels, they write short chapters formatted in the way really old stories are. As in, summarizing all the events down into one smooth story then adding a few quotes. Fanfiction writers are insane. They will willingly sit down and write hundreds of words at a time. To them, a proper modern day story of maybe, oh 10k words or so, would probably be like the Oddessy itself.

If we were to combine the two headcanons. It would end up as many historians being intimidated by this insanely long written scripture in the language of the forgotten.

I'm going to take this a step further and say that if the creator asked some people to proofread their things, it would establish a hiarchy of who is able to actually finish the book the creator read and who isn't.

NOW THIS, THIS IS MY FUCKING JAMMMM

I'm so sorry this is so old!! u probably all know this by this point that I've really slowed down as the year has gone on, but I graduated university and then got my first job so its been pretty crazy!

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: dash of all the book/nerds of Genshin, heavy on Sumeru?

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing, 16+ Mature Audiences, Spoliers for Sumeru Archon Quests/Scaramouche, & Trigger Warnings: mention of shipping/characters shipping themselves with you.

Comment if any missed, please.

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FULL STOP.

THE AKADEMIYA, FONTAINE RESEARCH INSTITUTE, HAVE BEEN WAITTTINNGGGG ON YOUR ASS LMAO

You fall from the fucking sky like a 5 star, or pop out of the Irminsul or whatever

and immediately are mobbed by scholars. LMAO jkjk (not really, bc that's what it’d feel like)

can you even imagine the dread older stories(”the classics” to them), that was instilled in the poor students around Teyvat??

id like to think ur works are the most preserved over the thousands of years of Teyvat archeologists excavating them, in comparison to other authors (teyvat just likes you more, suck it William Shakespeare)

also, bc I cant resist language differences/world building I'm sorryyyy 😭 😭

the vocab of Genshin lang vs. ours, has significantly less vocabulary like their actual dictionary is 1/3 the size of ours type of energy

(Omfg all ur fanfics being considered like insanely long realistic romantic classics or tragedies like Jane Austen-level, and only the richest and biggest play companies put on plays about ur stories bc the script goes on for hours)

(ur plays only get put on for rlly big events bc of this, like Lantern Rite or like a Summer/Winter festival/your birthday, which is, yes, an international holiday)

dude the sheer power move of anything you’ve written being essentially “Journey of the West” to them, like Damnnn.

endless like adaptations, plays, Teyvat-short stories condensing it, (THEIR OWN FANFICTION ABOUT UR STORIES)

the power is, in fact, going to your head every time another scholar both deflates at how long ur stuff is, but also lights up bc they get to read it

speaking of scholars… you know who snatched you up first. you know. you don’t even need to read the next line.

Alhaitham.

sneaky bastard he is, absolutely manipulated, mansplained (and manwhored bc he knows he’s handsome, cheeky little shit) his way into getting you to sit down with him and interview you about both translating other classics, your own, giving your own analysis of others works and ur own, and picking ur brain apart of how/why you wrote urs, etc. its fucking endless,

Kaveh had to come rescue you bc u were starving to death after getting stuck with the Haravatat scholar in his office for nearly 7 hours of interrogation discussion about literature

and Alhaitham wasn't even nearly done, he’d informed you as you left that he already had another appointment for later conversation scheduled (how?? you don't even know ur own schedule??? you have a schedule???) and was looking forward to more of your “creative and enlightening input” :)))

(you’re never going to escape him, not even Nahida herself can save you from his stubborn ass)

On another note, Xingqiu is quaking when you agree to autograph his copy of your stories (of which he has all hard covers of the first edition translations)

Zhongli/Rex Lapis is known for having a near-lifelong passion for searching for your works specifically, and learning how to translate them better into Teyvatian vernacular

like the same way he can absolutely speak on Rex Lapis facts/rocks/adepti info, is the same confidence he speaks about knowing ur work lol

(yes he did also ask for several autographs and another sit-down talk about the works, tho a lot more sneaky then Alhaitham bc he just casually gets u guys into it during dinner)

Barbatos/Venti has written some of the most famous songs based on your stuff, he has his favorites too,

but he always claims the best songs are any that have been written in the story, like either when a character sings something, or there are like quotes from songs ur fanfics are based on lol

(he also demanded to hear what they actually sound like from you, yes, you have to sing them for him lol)

Venti also can surprisingly drunkenly ramble the entirety of at least one of ur stories, like, word for word lmao

(Diluc gave in and did give him a drink on the house for that one, just once, Venti doesn’t remember it lol)

(I forgot to mention, u guys still speak the same language, just like, different versions of it)

ur works being one of the few things all the Archons can freely talk about with each other, like it’s neutral ground bc they’re all fangirling about it lmao

Furina and Neuvillette have had like,, fierce debates over the decades about character dynamics and the general drama of ur stories, they’ve gotten into it enough they’ve stopped talking to each other for a couple days a few times lol

Albedo, Sucrose, Kokomi, Yae Miko, Ei, Raiden, have read every single work they’re gotten their hands on in Teyvat (it took them like a literal year or longer)

Albedo drew you fanart for every single story, bc he’s hyperfixated on everything related to you ngl,

Kokomi had commissioned smaller pocket versions of ur works (which later got popular thanks to Yae Miko) both the OG and the Teyvat shortened versions

THE HARBINGERS ARE THE MOST DOWN BAD LMAO

Childe has literally tried to recreate battle scenes from ur works lmao

and gets especially riled up about fighting someone who resembles any characters from them (esp villains, what a cutie)

You cannot fathom the amount of research throughout Teyvat that has been secretly or indirectly funded by Pantalone/Tsaritsa

from the experts to analyze them, to funding play companies to act them out, to actually excavating places to get more of ur stuff unearthed

(the Harbingers absolutely are the first group of people that got to read several of ur stories first bc of this, like the world’s most exclusive secret book club lol)

Scaramouche used to clown on Childe all the time about how he was too impatient to even “sit down and read the King’s classics”, and he was downright insufferable when he found out about Tartaglia’s habit of recreating battle scenes/that being what motivated him to fight sometimes lol

that being said, Wanderer surprisingly never forgot ur stories.

Even when his memories were wiped for a bit, he found comfort in these fantastical epics still sticking around, even when his old names did not

(he mayyyy or mayyy nottt have secretly namedhimselfafteroneofthetragicprotagonistsherelatesto- )

oh btw, Nahida also found joy and comfort in ur stories when she was trapped, they also helped her literally grow as a person bc she had ur stories to help her sort of process the world/what life was like outside of her dreaming prison 🥺💔❤️‍🩹

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OMFG

ANYWAY FULL TONE SHIFT LMFAO-

the ABSOLUTE SPIRAL-RED-STRING-CONSPIRACY-THEORY-BOARD ENERGY IF THIS WAS A BLUNT LANGUAGE AU LMAOOOO

like specifically how Teyvatians like to give all the context ever thru their words, but older deities/beings like you just do simple phrases that can have deeper meanings (whereas teyvat just explains all the meanings behind their words)

STOP there’s like an official display at the Akademiya and Fontaine Institute of red string theory boards 😭😭 (look what you’ve done to themmm LMAO)

for like every story of urs, INCLUDING THE FANFICS STOP

IMAGINE THE SHIPPING WARS IF U EVER WROTE ONE THAT WASNT EXPLICIT OR LIKE ONE OF THE MAIN ROMANTIC INTERESTS HAD CHEMISTRY WITH OTHER CHARACTERS HAHAHAHAA

that's actually what Akademiya scholars argue about the most viciously, it’s like politics you can’t just bring up ships from ur stories casually in regular convos 💀

(poor Cyno has to deal with a shipping war once a year bc someone always makes the mistake of reading ur work for the first time (without being told to not talk to others abt ships lol) and it starts an all out brawl in the cafeteria every time LMAO)

Also yes.

Cyno is a fanboy.

(he has read Creator x Reader-insert fanfiction.)

(As have most of the characters mentioned, and those not lol)

…

(I'm gonna make a whole Creator x reader fanfic post one day i stg lmao)

☆

an iced coffee? for me?? :0

ok but real talk…

wtf do you guys wanna see for new years!!

i didn't do a inktober/october days thingy bc i felt too unprepared (and bc id wanted to post that 1000+ followers eldritch au for Halloween)

but now i kinda wanna, at least for a few days :o

ill post a poll in a minute, so check it out!! but still, please feel free to comment some ideas here! :)

Safe Travels Deafening Dreamer,

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heaven - PIASTRI - part 3

pairings: oscar piastri x private!reader (fc: gracie abrams)

summary: oscars girlfriend attends her first grand prix and the public get to see just how proud she is of oscar

authors note: ive honestly missed writing for oscar and priv!reader so we are back in honor of oscars FIRST EVER WIN AND INCREDIBLE SPRINT RACE!! im genuinely so proud of oscar and im honestly in shock. i also follow ZERO wag pages so i have no clue what they are like, if people actually follow them etc.

authors note 2: short-ish and sweet for OSCARS FIRST WIN?? i started writing this about 30 minutes before the sprint race so i had no clue where this was going to go but HE WON!!

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yn entering the paddock for the first time today! she followed shortly after oscar, spoke to some oscar/mclaren fans and handed a few who were unable to meet oscar, on his way in, some signed things she had. we absolutely love her already!!

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user81: omg she’s literally the sweetest thing😭

user17: I LOVE HER ALREADY

user61: the fact that oscar fans already love her🫶🫶

user9: oh she looks so cute!!

user72: i was one of the girls she gave something too! she said she had been following behind oscar and kept an eye on anyone who he missed to give them something after he left. she was very very shy, but she made sure to speak to everyone who oscar missed and was asking us questions about us, overall she was very sweet!!

user22: this makes me love her even more😭and congrats on the signed stuff!! do you mind me asking what it was?

user72: thank you! and of course, we all got something different! i got a signed polaroid of oscar (im still in disbelief?! and it must have been one she took herself bcs i couldnt find the photo online anywhere), someone a bit down from me got what looked like a drivers card and i saw someone else get a picture of his car!

user22: A POLAROID?? oh you won😭😭

user1: i wonder if we will see her again

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first qualifying in the paddock was a rollercoaster of emotions, not the result we were hoping for, expected or wanted but its ok because oscars gonna smash it tomorrow and we’ll pretend today didnt happen!!

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oscarpiastri: glad you had fun🤍

oscarpiastri: my goodluck charm wasnt goodlucking today

yourusername: dont say thattt☹️ill try and be extra lucky tomorrow promise!!

oscarpiastri: i love you

yourusername: i love you more🤭

user3: the photo difference😭

user14: loved seeing you in the garage today

yourfriend3: i love you but those photos😭😭

yourusername: stoooop i was so nervous all day😭

yourfriend7: wish oscar luck from all of us back home!

oscarpiastri: 👍👍

user81: u are so cute☹️

user2: so unfair how they told oscar during the interview!!

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changed outfits but we are ready for the sprint!!

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oscarpiastri: love you lots and lots, thank you for coming🧡

yourusername: I LOVE YOU!! and you dont have to thank me, ill always stay with you🤍🤍

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PIASTRI STORMS TO SPRINT POLE IN QATAR!🤩🔥

He just keeps getting better and better!

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mclaren: YESSSSSS!!!👏👏👏

user6: P1ASTRI

yourusername: INCREDIBLE🤩🤩

user18: more than deserved!

user73: absolute legend

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user6: AHHHHHH

user81: LOOK AT HIM GO

oscarpiastri: ☺️☺️

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oh how i obsessively adore you.. today you took your first f1 pole position, hours later you became a formula one race winner (idc if it was a sprint you still won!!)

i have been on this incredible journey with you long before your first f2 race. i was by your side at your first f2 win and im still by your side now youve won in f1

i know how much this win means to you, i know how much you wanted to prove yourself to everyone and you have. you never fail to amaze me, especially coming back after the shit show that was yesterday

you are truly incredible and you are so so special🐨

i love you so much, congratulations🧡

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user61: WHAT IF I STARTED SOBBING

user11: THE KOALA😭😭

user72: so deserved🧡incredible drive!!

user68: the f2 race winner picture😭😭the f1 race winner picture😭😭THE SMILEY INTERVIEW PICTURE😭😭

oscarpiastri: my favorite goodluck charm🧡

oscarpiastri: thank you so much for sticking with me through it all

oscarpiastri: i appreciate you so much my love

yourusername: you are so special, lovely🩵

landonorris: usually i hate your sappy posts but ill make an exception this time..congrats mate!!

oscarpiastri: you too mate!

yourusername: knew id get you to love these posts eventually🤭

formula2: we’re so proud of our aussie🥹🐨

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*text on first photo reads: my favourite thing is when i open my phone after a race and i see the photos yn sent me during the race🧡* *text on second photo reads: i love seeing my boy do what he loves*

oscar’s replies:

user52: shes so cute☹️

user12: tell me that was when you won the race and not before

user61: where can i find someone like her😭

yourusername: babyyy i didnt know youd share these😭😭

oscarpiastri: just had to show everyone how grateful i am for you🤍

user49: get yourself someone who supports you the way yn supports oscar!!

yn’s replies:

user17: oh i love you guys so much

yourfriend2: we are all so proud of oscar!!

oscarpiastri: i love you so much more than i can ever express

yourusername: osc☹️☹️ i hold so much love and adoration for you

oscarpiastri: wait when did you take this photo??

yourusername: i watched the final lap in the bathroom so i could sob in peace😭

[niniluvsainz]

labyrinth ☽ ln4

masterlist!

in which... he has one friendship bracelet and a dream.

pairings... lando norris x fem!singer!reader

face claim: sabrina carpenter (but you can imagine reader however you'd like!)

warnings... simp lando, cursing, reader is insinuated to be american in one comment but you can just skip past that, use of y/n, oscar is trying so hard to not be noticed as a y/n fan, reader is basically taylor swift, you probably don't know when reader and lando get together bcs even i dont know but i added dates so maybe that helps?, oh and labyrinth the version that tay sang at the eras tour on the piano bcs that is superior.

author's note... yea we're burning tf out of the whole taylor / travis situation, but i'm adding my twist to it hehe

lando: it's today people.

max: WE KNOW

george: someone is moody.

max: lando, if by some chance you get to interact with her, don't say anything stupid. you've waited too long to fuck it up.

pierre: oscar, how much does lando bombard you with anything related to y/n?

oscar: i've listened to her entire discography without my consent. and i know her entire lore.

carlos: mate just have fun tonight

alex: lily said if you by some miracle get to speak to y/n to tell her that her biggest fan, lily, is her biggest fan

lando: great. oscar i'm picking you up at four.

logan: wait OSCAR'S GOING?

oscar: again, against my will.

nando: if you get to say anything to y/n tell her im a big fan

charles: NANDO TOO?

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17 august 2024.

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yourusername uk i loved you too much! 🩵 thank you so much for an amazing tour. the past year has been absolutely magical, and i' so happy i got to spend it with you all. i don't know, maybe add a few more shows for next year? 🩶

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user1 mother

user2 WE LOST THE OUTSIDE AND CASTLES CRUMBLING UK YOU WILL SEE HELL.

↳ user3 HOW DARE SHE MAKE THESE THE LAST SONGS FOR THE TOUR

user4 how does a 24 year old sell out stadiums internationally. i've been with homegirl since she was in her country yeehaw era 🥲

↳ user5 she is the moment. she is the music industry.

↳ user6 so real

gracieabrams loved opening for u bbg 💞

↳ yourusername I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 💖

milomanheim great work out there lil sis 🖤

↳ yourusername thank u for being there every step of the way bsf 🥹

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vanityfair formula one driver, lando norris, has been spotted at y/n l/n's headline tour! the british mclaren driver has been associated with l/n after publicly announcing he's a major fan. oscar piastri (not pictured), the other mclaren f1 driver, also attended the concert with his teammate. link in bio for more updates of celebrities spotted at this world-revolting concert.

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↳ carlossainz55 amazing, mate! show me videos when we see each other again!

↳ maxverstappen1 i sure hope after tonight you'll stop talking about her.

↳ charles_leclerc lowkey...jealous

↳ pierregasly i already miss the lando before he went to this concert.

↳ logansargeant american talent rahhh 🦅

↳ georgerussell63 haha she didn't talk to u.

↳ oscarpiastri don't tell me you caught my screaming during dont blame me.

↳ alex_albon so did you talk to her?

↳ fernandoalo_oficial i liked her song 'nonsense'.

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"Lando, great qualifying for you today." The interviewer spoke whilst Lando adjusted the microphone in front of him. "It seems you had a great summer break, and it helped you recharge for the rest of the season, we hope. The internet was crazy when they saw pictures of you," Lando laughed nervously, as he knew what was about to be said.

"Tell us, how was summer break. We of course know what happened, but what did you feel was good about the break?"

"Er, yeah." Lando adjusted his cap. "I had an amazing break, got to see the family. And my idol." The blush was recognizable on the Papaya driver. "Y/N L/N. I went to her concert in the UK, and it was an enjoyable moment." Lando knew if he went further, he would just ramble on and on about Y/N.

"But, did you get to interact with her?" This was the question that made the British's smile falter.

"No, I did not, unfortunately." If one dream (other than being in Formula One and winning a WDC) would to come true, it would be to even interact with you. You were his idol, the person he grew up listening to. From when you were thirteen and releasing country songs, changing to pop, and to this day he was forever your number one supporter. No other person would be able to change his love for you.

"I actually made a friendship bracelet with my phone number on it, and another one with the letters L, N and my racing number. Just to keep to myself. The one with my number was for me to trade with her." Lando chuckled. "I know she probably doesn't speak to people before or after the concert. I mean, singing for three hours-you have to save every ounce of your voice for that. At the time, I took it personally. But now, I got to understand."

"And if you were to say something to her right now, what would you say?" The interviewer asked again.

"Um..." Lando thought about his words carefully. "That she's my absolute daylight. And I hope one day she comes to a race."

"Thank you, Lando." The interviewer said, before Lando was off the camera and another driver took over.

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25 august 2024.

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etentertainment after mclaren's f1 driver, lando norris, expressed he went to y/n l/n's "the eras tour" but didn't have the opportunity to speak with her before or after the concert, the singer-songwriter has now been spotted at the zandvoort grand prix.

📷 : gettyimages

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user7 OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WHAT WORLD ARE WE LIVING IN

user8 I'VE BEEN WAITING ON MISS L/N TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT LANDO

user9 MISS MA'AM STARTED FOLLOWING SOME OF THE DRIVERS TODAY AS WELL

↳ user10 omg y/n in her f1 wag era 🫢

user11 she clearly is losing spotlight in the entertainment world so she has to seek help elsewhwere

↳ user12 i dont know maybe being the youngest artist to cover the top fifteen spots in the charts, sell out stadiums for her tour, is constantly being heard everywhere because of her songwriting or her songs in general all while still finishing her studies at university seems pretty successful to me but i mean, why would a thirty-year old man think that's more successful than sitting on a couch all day having something shitty to say about a woman who is thriving in life.

↳ user11 i work from the office.

↳ user13 dad, why are you fighting on the internet again.

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↳ maxverstappen1 no he fell to his knees mid-paddock when we were walking back to start the race

↳ user14 OMG Y/N IS IN THE PADDOCK?!

↳ user15 lando is seeing stars rn

↳ user16 he literally said in the interview yesterday after quali he wanted y/n to come to a race, AND HIS MF WISH COMES TRUE THE VERY NEXT DAY?

↳ yourusername awee where is he i wanna meet him 🫶

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maxverstappen1 lando fell to his knees seconds after this picture was taken. checo tripped over him. y/n helped them up, and lando threw checo out so he could be the only one to hold y/n.

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landonorris no that was all you.

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yourusername oh look at that

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maxverstappen1 he actually made dinner good. it wasnt poisonous this time.

↳ landonorris i always cook well. you just don't like my impeccable classy taste.

carlossainz55 thank you for coming to zandvoort y/n i dont think i could've handled any more of lando's horrible cooking skills

↳ yourusername you all had yukitsunoda0511 ? isn't he the chef around here

↳ yukitsunoda0511 every one of them don't understand food. i'm unappreciated here.

↳ yourusername i appreciate you yuki 🥺

user17 i hope she gets close to the grid

user18 why do i lowk want her to date lando 🤭

↳ user19 girl we all do

charles_leclerc it was so nice meeting you, y/n!

↳ yourusername likewise, charles! but i think i liked your girlfriend better ;)

↳ alexandrasaintmleux im all yours babe

oscarpiastri it was fun meeting u or wtv

↳ yourusername lando sent me the videos and i will release them.

↳ oscarpiastri YOU WOULDN'T DARE.

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1 october 2024.

Another interview with Teen Vogue you were currently attending. It was a video for "Answering Fan Questions". The interview was going smoothly, until you got to a question that almost made you giggle.

How did you end up attending the Dutch Grand Prix this year? You laughed lightly, unable to hide the small blush appearing over your nose and cheeks.

"Yeah, I had the opportunity to attend a Formula One Race this year. It was very fun."

Did you know one of the drivers attended one of your concerts? One of the team members from the magazine asked behind the camera.

"Two drivers," you corrected before trying to divert the answer back to the initial question. "And yes I did know of their attendance. I didn't at the time of the concert, but when I did, I got a message from another driver. Max Verstappen." You hid your face in between your hands because you knew you were about to look like a bloated tomato.

"Um, yeah--and he messages me on Instagram. He's like 'Y/N' and 'please answer me', and sent about ten messages before I noticed the messages. So I text back and I say 'oh hi'," you mimicked a high pitch voice. "And he ends up telling me how devastated Lando was that he didn't get to talk to me. So because he, and the rest of the grid, were absolutely annoyed about Lando talking about me, he invited me to the Dutch Grand Prix, because it was also his home race." The smile couldn't be stopped from spreading on your face. "And of course I'm sure the world of F1 saw how Max and Lando reacted. One fell and the other was crying," you laughed.

"But yeah, it started as a favor to his mate. And now we're all a tight circle. I think I have discovered my found family."

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10 october 2024.

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landonorris oh my god! she's insane! she wrote a song about me... on the piano!

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maxverstappen1 stop saying it. we get it.

↳ landonorris UH OH, OH NO, OH LOOK! i dont care

yourusername my number one supporter 😍

↳ landonorris since ‘09 baby 😘

charles_leclerc i helped her too

↳ landonorris um, am i supposed to thank you?

↳ user20 IM CRYUING

oscarpiastri can you both get off my timeline

↳ user21 remember oscuh, they both have blackmail material

↳ mclaren you're actually all about to traumatize him for life with these blackmail videos (we're gonna blast them at the next race)

georgerussell63 ew.

↳ yourusername shut up you literally are always all lovey-dovey-cuddly with carmie

↳ landonorris oh we also have blackmail of you and carmen

↳ georgerussell63 you are speaking with the blackmail ceo of f1, you know?

user22 AHH PARENTS FINALLY TOGETHER

user23 BEEN HERE SINCE KARTING LANDO SAID HE WAS A FAN OF Y/N

↳ user24 OMG SAME 😭

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12 november 2024.

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yourusername oh, i'm falling in love. thank u for being my muse, little lando. labyrinth out tonight @ midnight in honor of your birthday, noodles <3

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pierregasly i cried.

↳ yourusername you screamed actually

↳ francisca.cgomes sent the video, babe 😘

lewishamilton so happy for you both

↳ yourusername i love you father

↳ lewishamilton go tell fernando that, i'm not that old

↳ fernandoalo_oficial yourusername hi lando didn't tell you but i'm a big fan

↳ yourusername i love you father <33

carlossainz55 lando was bold. he took a string with beads and was determined. i'll give him creds for that

↳ yourusername right like i had no faith in the man

↳ landonorris i can read the comments, you know

landonorris still starstruck but i love you so much

↳ yourusername i love you 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻

↳ landonorris i dont like that emoji

alex_albon lily when are u writing a song about me

↳ lilymhe are the playlists i make with half of them including all of y/n's discography not enough for me to show you my love?

↳ user25 you're so real for that lily

logansargeant now that we're basically related, can you add more shows so i can go to a concert

↳ logansargeant oscar stop hacking my account

↳ oscarpiastri i didnt do that!!!

↳ yourusername staring at you like a damn hawk when you were typing and i got the notification. just admit u like my music is it that hard?

↳ landonorris i will catch him singing one of your songs. one day.

↳ oscarpiastri good luck.

↳ logansargeant soo are you adding any more shows?

idk maybe thinking of doing a small drabble of how oscar and lando were at y/n's concert? i feel like i built up that suspense lmao but hope u enjoy 🫶

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'Political Animals' II

okayyy so i had zero intention of adding on but the people YEARNNNN for this affair, and i thank you guys so much for the overwhelming support 💋!!!

now bc of that, i changed small things in the first part and hey, y'all wanted plot so i'm GIVING u plot 🤫 shit bout to get wicked.

New warnings/tags: Mentions of guilt, arguing, dom!reader, sub!bucky, riding, choking (m!receiving), floor sx, Bucky is a fucking freak, Bucky's kind of a dickhead but it's hot, husband mentioned/interaction, idk shit about the inner workings of the government so i'm bullshitting most of the plot, barely proofread so apologies in advance, it's about to be 5 am LOL

referenced this tweet at the end. foaming at the mouth.

Word count: 3.4k

Read first part/chapter here if you haven't already and feedback is MUCH appreciated <3

FINAL CHAP HERE

"Bucky-" your words caught in your throat as he shushed you, two of his fingers going at a relentless pace while buried inside you. The squelching sounds alone drowned out your heartbeat thumping in your ears. You clung onto him and balled up his blazer into your fist as you fought to stay quiet.

"You're so pretty like this," he whispered into your neck. Your ears started to buzz and ring quietly as you neared climax.

"If only he knew," he continued with a dry chuckle. When he curled his fingers, your vision went white and you gasped-

"Madam Secretary?"

The two words were like cold water being splashed on your face. You blinked a few times at the woman sitting in front of you at the table, your eyes trailing down to the recorder sitting there.

"I'm sorry, what did you ask me?" you said and subtly looked around to make sure you were back in reality. What happened? One second ago you were being interviewed by an "esteemed" journalist about the latest foreign affairs going on overseas, and the next you just...blanked.

"What do you think of Congressman Barnes?"

"What?" your eyes snapped to hers.

The woman's brows furrowed as she reiterated, "What part does congress have in this?" she asked slowly before pausing the recorder, placing her hand on the table and leaning forward, as if to scrutinize. "If I got you at a bad time-"

"No! No, it's fine. I just, didn't get much sleep last night. Paperwork, am I right?" you said as you waved off her concern. She nodded with a smile and grabbed her pen along with the notebook that you seemed to miss when you first walked in.

"Then, shall we start over?" she asked. There was something so slimy about her that you couldn't quite put your finger on. Journalists have always given you hell in one way shape or form. You nodded and watched her unpause the recorder, determined to stay focused this time.

It's been two whole months since you last even spoke to each other. Duty calls, and you were thinking of starting your campaigning today. Announce to the world that you will be running for president in the upcoming election.

You meant it when you said you had elections to think about, but what you didn't expect is for this long string of lack of interaction with Bucky to make you reflect. It was pure bliss that night, but you started to feel guilty. Especially because all it took was one good fuck and he ruined you for anybody else. Ruined you for your own husband. Which was his mission complete.

Bucky felt like the motherfucking man ever since. He practically spent his free time daydreaming about how you looked with his metal hand over your mouth. The desperation in your eyes. The sounds of your pretty voice ringing in his ears. The overwhelming urge to unmute the phone and show that prick what an authentic creampie sounded like-

"Congressman Barnes?"

He snapped out of thought and cleared his throat, that familiar frown appearing back on his face as he motioned for his assistant to come in. She handed him a stack of files with different labels on it.

"These have Information about what's going on overseas. There's going to be a hearing later at the White House, to which the Madam Secretary is going to lead. Likely to sway the votes towards sending resources over, but you didn't hear that from me."

Bucky nodded and skimmed over the print, rolling his eyes at the redacted documents. He was half listening and checked out when he heard you'd be there.

"Thank you," he said while holding it up. "When is it being held?" he asked, seeing her check her watch.

"In about an hour and a half, sir." she answered, "You'll have a vehicle sent for you in an hour."

"You aren't coming with?" he asked with furrowed brows.

"No, sir. I have to outline your schedule for the next two weeks just in case things go south at the hearing. Let me know how it goes. And don't forget your binder." she said with a thumbs up and then left. Bucky half waved goodbye and sighed. He was going to see you again after two months, front and center. Likely on strict business so he knew to watch his stares and remarks.

Stay professional, Buck.

The hearing went terribly. Almost a unanimous "no" across the board, and the questions being asked were atrocious. It wasn't new news that most of these old fucks never budged, but that didn't make the process any less frustrating. On top of it all, Bucky had been staring you down since you stepped onto that stage. The proud look in his eyes as you stood your ground, despite the situation made your heart flutter alone.

As if matters couldn't get worse, afterwards while you were shaking hands and well aware of the press lingering around, your husband pops up out of nowhere. To which he rarely does.

You turned and tried to maneuver through the crowd to avoid him, but, of course, like something from a cliche romcom, you walked into Bucky at the same time he turned. Just a face full of chest and tie. Probably the same tie he wore when...

"Oh- Madam Secretary," he said, catching your arm before you stumbled backwards. You cleared your throat and nodded with a half smile, removing his hand and taking it in your other hand to shake it.

"Congressman," you responded in a formal tone, like this was your first time meeting.

"Honey!" you heard from behind. Sighing and letting go of Bucky's hand, you turned and faced your husband with possibly the fakest smile you could conjure. You greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and backed up.

"What brings you by?" you asked. With your back to Bucky, you completely missed the deep grimace on his face at the whole interaction, but he stuck around.

"You weren't answering your phone, so I thought I'd swing by to ask if you could cook tonight? I have a meeting in an hour and I'm going to be out pretty late." he replied, either oblivious or unbothered by the way you froze with that same expression.

"What-"

"Oh, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" he interrupted with his hand extended to Bucky as he introduced himself. Bucky's hardened expression completely vanished as he shook hands with the very guy he'd dangle from a ledge, had this been a few years prior.

Your eye twitched as you snapped out of your thoughts. This is bad. Really bad.

"Congressman Barnes," Bucky said with a genuine grin. To anybody else, it was friendly, to him and you, it was "You have no clue I'm fucking your wife."

"Well, um, I will get back to you on that. We should go before the press-"

"Have we met before?" your husband asked Bucky. Your heart dropped and you swore you were manually breathing now. You turned to Bucky with pursed lips, your eyes saying 'Wrap it the fuck up.'

Bucky glanced at you before his eyes went back to your husband. He knew he should leave it alone. Just say no and let you go deal with whatever it is with your man. Respect the boundary.

"No, I don't think so," he said. Your shoulders slumped in relief as you went to take your husband's hand and get the hell out of dodge.

"Are you sure? I really feel like I've at least heard your voice before." he pressed, his hand moving out of the way of yours. You resisted the urge to shoot him a strong glare at his stubbornness.

"Hun, if he says he hasn't met you before, then perhaps he hasn't-"

He snapped his fingers and pointed to Bucky, a flash of recognition on his face. "We spoke on the phone a while ago. You answered her phone and were generous enough to pass on my message to her."

Your entire body felt itchy all over. Seeing that oblivious smile on his face sent you an upcoming headache later.

"Right, yes. He was very kind to do that." you said with a tight smile.

"Oh, that's right. That meeting was pretty intense, I didn't want to interrupt but I had to make sure your lovely, hardworking wife heard from her husband. She's quite the determined one. A natural leader, might I add-"

"Yeah, that's nice, uh, honey?" he said, gesturing toward the exit so you two could leave. Bucky's lips formed a thin line as he held back every fucked up thing he could fire off at this very moment. You nodded and walked off without another word. You could just strangle the both of them with your bare hands.

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"I guess they just let anybody into Congress," your husband said while pouring a small drink of whiskey. The same complementary drink that's been sitting in your office for some time now.

You looked up from your desk, "What?" you asked, tone harsher than intended.

"Your friend," he said like it was obvious. "It just clicked to me that he has a metal arm." he added and downed the drink in one go.

"So?"

"'So?' Honey, that's the Winter Soldier." he said in a dramatically hushed tone.

"I know who he was." you replied, purposely changing the wording to Bucky's defense. He looked at you like you were crazy.

"And you're just...okay with that? No concern or worry that he might...you know-"

"You think the government would let him even run for Congress if he was still unstable? Don't be ridiculous. And you just met him. Thought you two seemed friendly." you grumbled and put your attention back on the files in front of you.

"Yeah, cause I thought he was just some guy." he said. "But is this really the kind of guy you wanna be around. I saw the way he looked at you."

A lump formed in your throat. It wasn't abnormal for him to be jealous and/or just accuse men of wanting to take you from him, but this time it wasn't necessarily wrong...and he very well could've been looking at you...

"Do not start with that- Don't you have a meeting?"

"I do in a bit but I'm just saying. I know it's like your job to see the good in people-"

"Go." you said and stood up, pointing to the door. He scoffed and stood upright to fix the sleeves on his suit.

"Alright," he said and shrugged. Walking over to the door, he turned halfway and added, "Just to be clear, you aren't cooking tonight-"

"Go!" you exclaimed and watched him dart out the door. You huffed and chuckled dryly as you sat back down. The files on your desk reminded you that you forgot to talk to your assistant about contacting your old campaign manager.

You heard a soft knock on the door while you were rubbing your eyes in frustration, assuming it was him.

"Hey, could you get in contact with-" you began, but when your eyes landed on a man that definitely wasn't your assistant, you couldn't look even more annoyed.

"Bucky," you said in a not so welcoming tone. "Why are you here?"

"I... came to apologize, actually," he said and rubbed his chin. "I do apologize...but I couldn't help myself. Guy's a dickhead."

"You think I don't know that?" you responded and stood again but didn't move from your desk. "And you call that an apology?"

"What was I supposed to do? He wouldn't stop pressing the issue so I just, acted accordingly."

"Barnes-"

He interrupted with a scoff. "So now it's back to Barnes."

"Yes! It is back to Barnes, and it should've stayed that way. You knew how pissed I was because of that shitty hearing and now the man that I cheated with is playing buddy-buddy with my husband."

"And now I'm just the guy you cheated with?" he asked and placed his binder down before stepping forward to lean on your desk with his hands. "If I recall correctly, you had full reign to tell me to fuck off and you didn't. Don't pin this on me."

"I'm not pinning anything on you. I'm more mad you idiots distracted me, so now I have to make a few calls tomorrow and start campaigning later than I intended."

Bucky stared at you for a few seconds before standing up slowly. He rounded the desk and stood a foot away to your right.

"What's this really about?" he asked softly. You didn't look at him, but instead looked down at the desk. You began rattling off about your stresses these last two months, including how the guilt was eating you alive. You didn't notice he stepped closer until you felt the heat radiating off him. You put a hand on his chest and physically pushed him away.

"You need to go." you said quietly. His metal hand came up and pressed it closer. If you paid attention, you could hear his heart fighting to stay inside. He said your name in a silent plea but you persisted. This connection, the electricity between you two was no stranger, but at the end of the day he was crossing a boundary. You're still a married woman who had an election to think about.

He didn't say anything else and just...left. You took a deep breath and rubbed your temples. But the bullshit wasn't over. Your gaze fell to the binder he forgot to pick up before leaving. Groaning loudly and actively resisting the urge to hurl something across the room, you decided you'll cool off by finishing your work for the night and bringing it over to him one you're finished.

-

You stood at the foot of his office door, staring at the name tag as you took a deep breath. Was this a bad idea? Was this stupid? Silly? Setting yourself up for failure? It's just a binder. And it's also just the man that had you shaking under him not too long ago. It's ridiculous. The whole thing seems childish.

Without second thought you knocked. A few seconds later you heard him tell you to come in, which kind of annoyed you because you hoped he'd come to the door and just retrieve his stuff.

You walked in and saw his gaze snap to you. Bucky had his blazer slung over the back of his chair. He stood and walked over to stand directly in front of you, his eyes never glancing at his binder in your hand.

"You left your binder." you tossed it to a nearby table and kept his gaze. He didn't look phased at all.

"I know." he said in a soft tone. He took a step closer and your back pressed against the door. Your chest tightened as the seconds went by. This had to end.

This has to end...right?

You just stood there. Like you did at the door. Whatever you were going to say, whatever speech you had prepared died on your lips.

"Barnes-"

He exhaled and rolled his eyes. He can't take it anymore.

Bucky gently grabbed your face and kissed you, just like he did two months ago. It was like no time passed since. He couldn't stop himself. You are a carnal desire and it needed to be satiated.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Bucky, don't- mph-"

And alas, it all clicked. He wrapped his arms around your torso and lifted you as he kissed you once more. You didn't care anymore. You needed him. He needed you. Badly. You even kicked off your heels once off the ground.

Bucky carefully spun you away from the door, so lost in you and how life just felt perfect in your presence. His taut muscles flexed against his shirt as he brought you both to the floor, lying in between your legs and hooking his knee under yours. He ground himself against you like a wild animal, grunting against your mouth like he hasn't eaten in so, so long.

You dragged your nails against his back, earning a snap from his hips while you straddled him harder. You figured the only way you'd be able to stay at the volume you wish so that nobody would overhear, you had to take control.

Somehow you managed to gain enough strength to flip him over so that you were on top. 99% of you is convinced he let you. You shed your blouse to reveal your bra, leaning over him and placing his hands on your ass.

"If I had known the day would end like this, I would've worn something nicer," you purred, seeing his pupils blown wide as she smiled.

"You're fuckin' perfect," he said breathlessly and squeezed. He pushed your skirt up and you reached down between your legs to undo his pants with fervor.

He managed to get them down enough for you to pull him out and waste no time sinking down onto him. You had to hold back a guttural moan from waking the city. Sure, you've experienced him before, but this angle was purely ungodly; sinful.

James Buchanan Barnes is an enigma. But if it's one thing that is no mystery, it's that he had a big dick. It was like getting used to another man.

"Take it." he whispered with his eyes closed, his hands resting on your hips. He wanted to save a mental image of your tits threatening to spill out while you were on top. "Take it all."

You started to move your hips slowly, purposely sinking your hips harshly against his. The sound of your whimpering while trying to concentrate was sending him to another dimension.

You cursed aloud and closed your legs around him tighter to get better leverage. Now at this point you were fucking yourself on him. He could die like this.

You grunted and bounced harder. Perhaps you were feeling yourself just enough to close your hand around his neck.

And that was the first time you heard Bucky whine.

You looked down at him with heavy breaths. Did you hear that correctly? Maybe it was the sticky substance forming under you that made you hear things.

"Harder." he said quietly as he eyes opened again and seeing your bra strap hanging off your shoulder. "Please." he barely uttered.

You squeezed a little harder and you could swear you felt him get harder inside you.

"Fuck." he groaned and gripped your hips hard enough to leave a mark. "You keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna give you a son."

You bit your lip to stifle your own moan while shooting him an attempt of an unamused expression, but he looked dead serious.

"Ugh- Wouldn't wanna- fuck up your image though-" he added and blew air through his cheeks to stay focused. He was definitely about to cum. "Madam President." he said under his breath and smirked.

"Shut the fuck up." you said in one breath, one word. He called out your name in a moan and sucked in his breath.

"You gotta get up," he strained, like he wasn't still assisting in you using him like a fuck toy. "Gonna be dripping for days if you don't."

You just needed a few more. Just a few more and you were there. This is possibly the biggest risk you've ever taken, and you've been in war zones.

He said your name again in a pleading tone and it took one, two, three more and you were gone. You pulled yourself off him and nearly collapsed if his chest wasn't there to hold you up. He bucked and twitched under you, some of his cum hitting under your thigh. You rolled off of him and laid on the ground to stare at the ceiling while catching your breath and feeling the aftershocks.

You shook your head in disbelief and grabbed your phone that luckily didn't crack when it hit the ground. You called your husband, and when it went straight to voicemail, you sat silent for a few seconds before glancing at Bucky, still dazed and fucked out.

"I want a divorce."

[estebanbicon]

hi nat! do you know any micksteban lore? id like to read up on them but idk where to start

hey!

putting this under a cut bc uh this got long lol

so, i am not sure when they met for the first time, but este already talked about mick back in 2017:

and then of course mick joined f1 in 2021, and este immediately befriended him:

their friendship developed so quickly so well that they already vacationed together in early november 21, together with mick's sister gina:

always glued together on and off the grid. shortly after mick and lance were invited to este's birthday (rip to all the ex gfs in the pic):

in early 2022, the haas crew went inside skydiving, and mick ofc brought este along:

in the first race of the 22 season, este touched mick with his car, and felt profusely sorry. he ran after mick directly after the race and apologised in every single interview about it (feat the fitting soundtrack i put over it):

shortly after, mick had a huge shunt, and este was super worried. mick got taken to a hospital for check-ups, and este said in every single interview how he hopes he's okay and that he would call him immediately later.

on his beyond the grid ep, este talked about his close friendship with mick and lance, and how they visit one another. he also added if he had to crash anyone, he felt worse when it was those two. here the link to the excerpt, since tumblr only allows one video per post rip.

in july 22, este and his then gf also visited gina's horse show!

and, ofc, another year, another bday with mick:

they also did a helmet swap!

another cute thing:

more cuteness:

after it was public mick lost his haas seat (while advocating for mick to take the vacant alpine seat next to him):

este supporting him even more:

also in 23, mick was now merc reserve (sth este knows all too well). they vacationed once again and gave us those gay ass pics:

they also celebrated new years together for 24:

then este joined alpine wec in 24:

some more cuteness from september 24:

when it was clear este was joining haas, he got asked about mick and:

and now mick is aiming to come back to f1, and i hope he makes it :)

bonus: este was one of the few invited to gina's wedding that was super private since michael also attended <3 he is an honourary schumacher, part of the family whose wdc was his idol as kid :)

[outermaybanks]

Out of the Woods - ch. 13

a/n: kept putting off posting out of anxiety bc i was gone for so long but i miss them so i'm back

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JJ drove the boat up the water to the dock near his house. JJ had only let me to his house three times, he only brought me when he was absolutely sure Luke wouldn’t be there, and he wasn’t. But some of his beer was, JJ grabbed one while I went straight to his room, exhausted beyond belief.

I was almost asleep when JJ came into the room. “You sleepin’ bug?”

“Mmm.” I mustered out. I could hear footsteps coming closer, but couldn’t open my eyes. I felt JJ kiss my head, so I let out another small noise. Then, I felt the bed dip behind me, and JJ’s arm came across to hold my waist.

“Get some sleep, sweet girl,” JJ whispered.

I was about to fall asleep, maybe I already was.

“I love you, Juniper.”

When I woke up, this time, I was nestled in JJ’s arms, I must have turned in my sleep because now I was facing him. He looked so peaceful while he slept, like all the worries that haunted him during the day just melted away. I wished he could always look like this. I carefully lifted my hand to his face, rubbing his cheek with my thumb.

“Just can’t keep your hands off me, huh?” JJ mumbled, and I giggled. “We slept too long. We gotta try to find John B.” I said.

JJ groaned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. He took some time to wake up, then we were back on the boat, heading back to the Chateau. 

When we got there, we found him waiting at the dock with Kie.

He looked defeated, hopeless. He told us he went back to check the gold, and Ward had gotten all of it. 

“Every bar.” John B repeated when Kie asked if he was sure. John B ripped off his cast, and Kie scolded him for it, before we all heard shouting that made us turn around. Pope was running full speed towards us.

“Guys! Oh- god- I ran all the way here.” Pope panted.

“How was the interview, Pope?” JJ asked.

“Don’t ask. JB- I’m sorry, dude, about everything.”

“I don’t have a lot of time and I have information that is tactically relevant. So, before my interview, my dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron’s big plane. Because it was too heavy, it needed a longer landing strip to take off. So, I’m there sitting in my interview, thinking to myself, ‘Hm. Why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off? What could be so heavy to weigh it down?’”

“Gold.” JJ answered.

“Exactly! Guys, this is our chance, but it leaves tonight, and we have to go.” Pope finished.

“Guys, we can’t give up now.” Kie said.

“What’s the plan, big man?” JJ asked.

“We’re gonna steal that shit back.” John B answered, and we all took off running towards the Twinkie.

“We go in there, guns a-blazin’, and make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as possible and vamanos, get the hell out of there.” JJ said, reloading the gun from where he sat beside me. 

“Send that shit right down the Intracoastal.” JB added.

“Wait for weather.” Kie chimed in.

“Exit to Cuba.” Pope finished.

“Cuba? No, man, Xcalak, Jewel of the Yucatan. Lobsters so thick, mangoes, and no word for money.” JJ countered, finishing reloading the gun.

“Yucatan, baby.” I said, making JJ smile at me. He grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss, making Pope groan.

“So when did that happen?” John B asked. “I was gone for like 36 hours.”

“A lot happened in 36 hours.” Kie answered. 

John B drove the Twinkie to a road across from the airport and parked next to the fence, and we all ran out to see what we could see. Pope used the binoculars, and said they were loading up the gold. 

John B quickly took the binoculars. “There’s Ward.” Then something John B saw made him lower the binoculars.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s Sarah.”

“She’s with him?” Pope asked.

John B looked back through the binoculars. “Wait a minute… He’s hurting her. They’re fighting.” John B handed Pope the binoculars than ran off. We heard the Twinkie start up and turned around in confusion.

JJ grabbed me, pulling me out of the way before John B drove forward to ram the fence.

“John B! What are you doing?!” JJ screamed, but John B just kept driving, down to the runway.

“What do we do?” I asked, blocking the sun with my hand, trying to get a better look. 

We quickly heard sirens approaching.

“I can’t go to jail.” Pope said.

“I’m on probation.” JJ added.

“Look, we’re no good if we’re all in jail.” Kie said.

JJ grabbed my hand, pulling me along as we all took off running. We found a nearby shack and hung out in there, waiting. Then we saw the plane fly overhead.

“There goes the gold.” Pope said.

“Shit!” JJ shouted, kicking a box. Pope threw something at the wall of the shack. “Fuck!” 

“Pope!” Kie tried. Pope picked up a wrench and hit a pole. “God damn it!”

Pope began breaking more and more things, shouting every curse under the sun.

I watched helplessly, like my body was frozen. I didn’t want to be standing there, I wanted to comfort my friend, but my feet wouldn’t move.

Eventually, Pope ran out of steam and sat down.

“Yeah dude. I was wondering when this was gonna happen.” JJ said, walking over to Pope.

“JJ what the hell are you talking about?” I asked.

JJ held out a cart for Pope. “Here you go, Chief. A little weed never hurt no one.”

“JJ…” Kie said.

“C’mon Kie-”

“You know he doesn’t smoke.” 

But then Pope grabbed the cart. “Maybe not before today.” JJ retorted.

“Yeah what is that gonna help?” Kie questioned.

“What is it gonna hurt?” I countered.

“I lost my scholarship. Walked out in the middle of the interview. Every- it’s gone. It’s not gonna happen.” Pope explained, his voice cracking.

“You did that for us?” Kie asked.

“No, not for us. For nothing.”

“I’m here for you, Pope. Welcome to my world, okay?” JJ tried again.

“JJ-” Kie sighed.

“What, Kie, he’s right. It doesn’t matter anymore.”\

“JJ,” I said softly, and he sighed, putting his hands on his head in frustration.

Pope took a hit.

“You don’t have to do that.” Kie said.

“What do you care?” Pope threw back at her. But then I heard footsteps and turned around, seeing John B.

“Oh my god-” I said, making everyone turn around, we quickly ran over to him. He had blood on his hands.

“Is this yours?” JJ asked.

“Whose blood is that?” Kie asked.

We heard sirens before he could answer, we all had to duck and hide. Once the sirens passed, we ran to Kie’s house, she was closest and she had keys to her mom’s jeep.

John B told Kie to drive us to the police station, and she didn’t question him, but JJ did once we pulled up, but John B was adamant he had to tell the cops what happened. 

Pope hit the blunt that JJ rolled, and let out a cough just as Kie parked the car. I took the blunt from him and took a hit.

“Easy there, chief. Damn.” JJ drew out.

I leaned forward to pat Pope’s back while he continued coughing.

“Alright. I’m just gonna be real with you right now. You might end up in the lion’s den, but you don’t go there on purpose. It’s fundamental, just like my old man always told me, you should never trust cops, no matter what the circumstance is.” JJ said.

“Your old man’s an abusive liar.” Kie spoke up.

“I agree with JJ. Fuck the police.” Pope said, taking me by surprise.

“You goin’ to the dark side now?” Kie questioned.

“When’s the last time the police helped us?”

“Peterkin looked out for me, alright? Tried to, at least. They need to know.” John B said before opening the car door and stepping out.

JJ blew out some air. “What are the chances the cops are any help?”

“I’d say slim to none.” I said, before taking another hit. JJ pulled the blunt from my lips and replaced it with his lips, taking the smoke straight from my mouth before exhaling it. We sat in silence for a few minutes, but then we heard shouting.

“Start the car, Kie!” John B’s voice shouted. The door opened and JB practically fell in, yelling at Kie to go. A cop banged on the window, but Kie started driving, and we got away from them. 

Once he regained himself, he told us what happened. Ward pegged the murder on John B, and now every cop in the county was looking for him. We couldn’t go back to the chateau, that’s the first place they’d look. We didn’t have many options, so we parked on the side of the road and took turns sleeping. Kie and Pope took the front, while me, JJ and John B were crammed in the back.

In the early morning, we all heard sirens heading our way, so Pope and Kie reclined their seats to hide, and the three of us in the back ducked down until the sirens passed. The radio was on, but then they started talking about the murder of Peterkin, so Kie turned it off.

“Let’s game this out.” JJ said, fidgeting with his lighter. He had me laying on his arm, with his hat lowered. “Maybe you guys can help, being the smart ones and all, but… who are the cops going to believe? Ward Cameron or us? So the accuser is a bigshot developer, kind of lord of the island, got the governor on speed dial kind of person, and the accused… is John B who is… pretty much a homeless 16-year-old boy at the moment.”

“Thanks.” John B replied. I turned my head to look at JJ. “You’re not being very helpful.” JJ lifted his hat slightly to look at me.  “Shit.” Pope spoke up. “You want me to be helpful, baby? I’m telling you guys, Yucatan, alright? I’m saying that’s the only option.” JJ said. “Enough with the Mexico bullshit. Sarah will bail me out.” John B said. “She did witness the whole thing.” Kie pointed out. “And she’s gonna snitch on her brother?” Pope countered.

My face twisted with conflicted feelings, both side had good points, and as much as Sarah was growing on me, it didn’t feel right to rely on her to fix this problem. I looked over to JJ, concern etched into my features, making him let out a sigh as he sat up, carefully guiding me up with him. “It’s not happening, bro, okay? We’ve gotta get you off the island.”

“The ferry. It’s the only way.” Pope said. “Yeah, exit stage left while you still can, dude, okay? Before the entire island is on lockdown.” JJ added.

Sirens came into earshot. “Guys just get down.” Kie said softly, and we all laid back while more police cars drove past.  “Sarah’s not a Pogue, John B.” Pope said. “Yeah, you can’t stay here, man.” JJ added, laying back down, pulling his hat down with him. Kie turned around to look at John B. “Ferry?”  John B let out a sigh. “Ferry.”

When we got to the ferry, Pope went to check it out, and buy John B’s ticket for him, but he returned with bad news.

“The ferry’s closed, and there’s this.” Pope said, handing a paper to Kie. I sat up from the twisted cuddle pile that had become the trunk of the jeep. 

“What is that? What is this?” John B asked. Kie handed me the paper, but JJ quickly snatched it from me. “Well, John B, uh, this is a good framer of you.” JJ said holding up the wanted poster. 

“Okay, so the whole island’s lookin’ for John B right now.” Pope said. “That’s a lot of money.” Kie added. “Congratulations, John B, you’re famous.” JJ said.

“Remember what I said about not being helpful?” I asked, taking the poster back to look it over. Cops were offering $25,000 for him.

“Okay, guys we gotta get to the HMS. We need small, no running lights-” Kie started planning.

“It’s at the Chateau, Kie.” John B reminded her.

“And I wonder if the cops got the entire place staked out, let me think. Oh, yeah, no they definitely have that place locked down.” JJ said sarcastically. “Let me think, just give me a second… JJ!” Pope said. “What?” “Does your dad still have that boat? The cigarette boat, the Phantom, the one he used to race.” “Maybe…” “You could get right up the coast, no problem.”

Kie, Pope and JJ all started talking at once while Pope tried to get us out of there, but traffic wasn’t moving, and I was starting to get antsy.

“Can you relax? JJ, how much weed did you give him?” Kie asked. “Pope drive!” I said loudly. “Hey the car’s on the poster.” John B pointed out.

Pope honked his horn, but people starting pointing and gathering around the jeep. He tried to turn the engine over, all of us shouting at him until the car lurched forward and bumped the car in front of us. Pope quickly turned the wheel and push forward, peeling out of there. Pope hit a mailbox, laughing hysterically while I held on to the seat in front of me for dear life.

“I should be the last one to tell you this, but you are not okay to drive, dude, stop!” JJ helping me stay upright while Pope swerved. Pope halted to a stop. 

“John B get out.” He said.

“He’s right, we’ll draw the cops, you run.” JJ agreed. “I’ll get the rig and I’ll meet you in the dump tomorrow, okay? Three o’ clock tomorrow at the dump!” JJ shouted as John B practically fell out of the car and began running. Pope immediately sped off again. We kept driving even after losing the sirens.

“Hey, you okay, baby?” JJ asked softly. “I’m fine, but I think you’re right, Pope shouldn’t drive.” I said, looking at Pope through the rear view mirror. “I said I was sorry.”

“Papa J will roll you a blunt, make you feel all better.” JJ said, reaching for his bag. “Ew. Is that a sex thing?” Kie asked. JJ’s head whipped around back to look at me. “Can it be?” I rolled my eyes and pushed him gently. “Just roll the blunt, I’m pretty sure Pope gave me whiplash.”

JJ broke out laughing hysterically. “You clocked that car, man, it was so bad.”  “I’m just glad I’m not driving now.” Pope joked. “Real funny.” I said. “Pull over!” Kie commanded, and Pope obeyed. “It’s not funny, JJ, he shouldn’t be driving.” Kie scolded as she got out of the car, switching seats with Pope. “Uh oh... she's mad.” JJ mumbled. “Where are we going, Kie?” I asked. “The last place they’ll look.” Kie answered before driving off.

That meant Ward Cameron’s home.

[lunar-years]

so for sotr i can’t imagine it’ll be just the games, because suzanne said she wanted to explore the propaganda and such so i’d imagine it needs to focus pretty heavily on the aftermath? personally i am hoping the games are done by the halfway mark bc like you said, we already know the broad strokes of the arena. i want to see the fallout! what did haymitch say the arena/his post games interview that brought down THAT punishment? why the lore drop about him and mrs everdeen and the old head peacekeeper? why does he know where there arent bugs in the district 11 justice building of all places? i know i will eat whatever ms collins feeds me but i so hope we get to explore more of the aftermath of the games than the games themselves

I agree with you on everything!! I read a Reddit comment today speculating about Mrs. Everdeen’s parents and how Katniss refers to them in the past tense, “they ran the apothecary shop” etc and how therefore they are probably long dead and it’s not just a situation where they estranged their daughter for marrying a man from the Seam. I wonder if the retaliation for whatever Haymitch does extends beyond just his family being killed to punishment for all of District 12 that resulted in many deaths? Would definitely be in line with his comments in Catching Fire about the old head peacekeeper and Mrs Everdeen. Or maybe Haymitch’s family is killed in some of staged “accident” that also killed others in town.

I know it is unlikely to extend this far into the future but I would really like to see Haymitch’s first/early years of being a mentor. Did he have hope in the beginning? Did he start drowning himself in alcohol right after the games/his family’s death, or was that something built up from prolonged time in the Capitol and the strain of mentoring? It would be so interesting to see his relationships forming with other victors like Chaff and however he gets drawn into the rebellion as well.

I had doubts/fears about TBOSAS before that came out and then I ended up greatly enjoying it and appreciating what it added to the story and fleshed out the world, so as you said, I really do trust Ms. Collins wholeheartedly now. Reading the trilogy again I’m also amazed by just how much plot and character she packs into a pretty average length book. She has a gift I could only dream of in my writing…being succinct 😭 lmao. But it also means every line is SO intentional, and I am snapping up all the little throwaway lines about/from Haymitch like a hawk. What does it all meannnn!!

[ghoulphile]

no but like you're so right walton says that cooper thinks of barb as "the devil incarnate" in that interview and she may as well have sold her soul the second she made that proposition and like you said, it's so tragic... in ep8 when he demanded hank for the location of his family, you just sorta already know he's only trying to get janey back and in the mean time, mess up the corporate scum that sent the world (his world) to hell - barb being one of them what kind of love is there when it meant subjecting the human race to nuclear warfare, all for the sake of profit and the idea of becoming "new rulers" of the surface? his love was shattered into bits, left him a broken and bitter man because of a wife who severed that trust not to mention, the awful betrayal that resulted from this that forced cooper (as the ghoul) to do stuff he wouldn't have done if things were simply different ughjdsjs 😵‍💫 i just think it's neat writing... lots of tots bc i feel he sees so much of that hurt in lucy too which sets up for thick character potential in s2 anyways sorry this got long ily thank u for hearing me out

1000%!!!

i remember there was a walton interview going around too where he sees lucy's naivety and wants to poke at her because of it. with all of their similarities and parallels, she's a reminder of who he used to be at the beginning of this all - the soft, squishy parts of himself he's had to kill (or hide) in order to survive the wasteland.

the golden rule seems to be something he lived by pretty strictly pre-war, and lucy is unfettered by all the horrors surface dwellers face. she is very much a living timecapsle of a universe that no longer exists and very few people remain who remember it (cooper being one).

there's this moment - i cant remember which episode but i noticed it during my first watch and it hurts just as much every time i re-watch - but it's when cooper is doing the vault tec ads for the first time, and puts on the suit.

after greeting the exes he pauses to ask if the suit really blocks radiation like they say it does - the exes look at barb who narrows her eyes and gives a little nod, GIVES THEM THE GO AHEAD TO LIE RIGHT TO HER HUSBANDS FACE BC SHE KNOWS IF HE KNEW THE TRUTH OR IF THERE WAS ANY DOUBT TO THEIR VALIDITY, HE WOULDN'T BE DOWN TO ADVERTISE!

And that just gut punches me every time bc Cooper has such a strong moral code, and its taken advantage of so often and so easily by so many people (including the ones that are closest to him).

And we see that in Lucy.

She always wants to do the right thing, wants to abide by the idea that everyone is inherently good and just. That no one has ulterior motives and people can be taken at face value.

JUST AIGHDJHKLSGFUYS IDK WHERE IM GOING BUT YESS!!! I have soo many thoughts about so many of the characters lmao. I'm so excited to see what they do with season 2.

ALSO I LOVE HEARING FROM YOU NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE❤️!!!

[mayoiayasep]

pass2 ramble ab/share your headcanons ab your favs 🙏🙏⁉️⁉️⁉️

you have unleashed the visty paralive demons >:). cracks knuckles. this is long as hell so under a readmore it goes!!

shogo:

with the little amount of sleep + insomnia this guy has his ass should def be close to if not already having a caffeine addiction. however i think he eats enough sugar regularly for it to balance out

adding on to that this guy cannot drink black coffee. idc if canon says anything different. he wont drink it unless its almost just milk

a journal hoarder. i do think he actually uses all of them eventually but he always has like. 2 empty ones somehow.

had one of those 3 am cut + dye your hair breakdowns as a teenager. it was when he was 15 and literally the night before he retired from the film industry bc his hair looked like his dad's at the time and he was one interview away from snapping on camera

touma

yknow those tiktoks where its someone with a 35+ step facial care/night routine. yea thats touma

she's transfem also. to me. for silly reasons its bc theres no women inthis goddamn franchise and touma's my highest fave who isnt already trans/transcoded

for serious reasons i do think that it could connect to what we have revealed of her trauma

stocks up and has a stash of cosmetic store coupons that she spends all at once after exam season

her hair is sooooo soft despite the fact its been bleached to hell and back. touma tell me ur secrets please

kantarou

i've said this before but has enough phone + backpack charms to use that shit like a warhammer

has a tumblr acc argue w the wall. kenta has one too to me and i just knwo the two would be in each others dnis

is barely in touch w his parents bc of their work. however he tries to keep in touch w his grandma consistently even after moving in the the visty living situation (he gets her free tickets to shows!)

was super homesick after he first joined visty and had to move in together like it was bad

not a hc but i am obsessed with how he lies about his least favorite foods. "[dislikes] Tapioca (he hates the way it looks), but if you ask him, he'll say it's green peppers" there's something so wrong w him

aoi:

if they were to ever play bandori they would attach themself to kaoru seta like a duckling to its mother. kin assignment style even

surprisingly good at carnival/crane games!

aroacespec. to me. yes i know their whole schtick is how they want to be a prince and the inherent romance that comes w that however. they are my favorite and hence get my arospec isms. i like to think that despite not actually being attracted to anybody, acting out that prince role still gives them that gender euphoria

also canonically a journaler but is more organized about it than shogo

was briefly living w their aunt before joining visty due to their relationship w their parents getting strained

groups hcs time

everytime visty has a movie night aoi/kantarou/touma like. thoroughly checks the cast list + directing credits bc early in the tradition there was a yamatodad feature jumpscare and then shogo spent the next 2 hours in the bathroom

they have matching friendship bracelets! kei had one too so when he left they had to remake them so there would be that constant reminder (they all still keep the old ones somewhere tho. even kei)

shogo and aoi watch cooking/baking shows together and try to replicate their favorite recipes

i am a kantaaoi besties no 1 supporter. like ive said this in another post but i don’t think they had anyone their age that they were super close to before each other

they do hair dye touchup livestreams

[lexleif]

rant about my life and how it’s going rn (not good and super long)

so I do have a job but since I’m an esthetician it’s commission based which means I only get paid when I have a client. since its summer it’s been dead I’ve been working here for about 3 weeks now and I could probably count how many clients I’ve had on my 1 hand😭 yeah so really bad. so that also means I’m not getting paid even when I am at work just sitting waiting for someone to book or doing promotion things. my industry is REALLY hard so I did expect it to be slow at first but not this bad! another thing is while wasting gas at my current job I have been actively looking for hourly paying jobs and I’ve had like 2 otp interviews and 1 actual in person interview. I’ve basically applied everywhere I can even jobs I don’t necessarily qualify for. all that with nothing to come of it and I do like everybody else have bills to pay like rent and such. I’ve really just been surving off my dead mom’s life insurance policy money and that’s also hard bc my family doesn’t trust me to have access to it on my own. (There’s a whole story behind this but the distrust really comes from them bc they still think of me as a child and had an issue with me using mary jane until i had to tell them my dead MOM was absolutely fine with it and knew about it!) anyway so every time I need money even just for food I have to ask one of my family members to write me a check and it’s embarrassing bc the literal checks have my OWN NAME on them and she still writes that’s it’s for me on them😭! that’s also an added stress to my life bc I already have a hard time asking for help bc most of the time it comes with some sort of judgement (about my career or anything). so I’m super stressed out now bc my family member just lmk that the funds for my mom life insurance policy are frozen and that’s scary asf! I’m grinding for clients but that doesn’t have a guarantee and it also doesn’t help that my bf lost his job a month ago as well. his car being totaled by a tree in January and his family being of no help or support for that at all😭 (mostly his dad bc he had the title to his car and couldn’t find it for months and chose to get it fucking mailed which takes forever) bc we need to try to sell it. of course my bf has been doing his best with trying to find a job that’s close bc he’ll need a bike at the least to get to and from. also our lease on our apartment that we live in (my bf moved in with me a little before my mom died). it’s just the lease is up in July and we’re both pretty much freaking the fuck out about how we’re going to make it. It’s also very hard for me to even try to explain this to my family (older millennials/boomers) about just how hard it’s been to just try to make it and have enough money for food, gas, rent, etc. so if we can’t make rent for next month we’re both pretty much fucked I’ll have to live with my grandparents and my bf will need to move back in with his dad probably but I know he hates even the thought of that bc they’ve always had a bad relationship and he’s just not a good father in general.

I just needed to rant bc I have no one else of than my bf who I can talk about this with so if anyone can relate in the slightest or just understand what I’m talking about please feel free to message me we all need support :)

[bluedesertbruja]

You made me want to rewatch ysblf and it made me realize that Armando is lowkey actually kind of insane? He goes from barely noticing Betty to getting real intense about her. He blurred the professional and personal lines way before the plan. Like why was he so upset to find out she had a boyfriend? He really expected her to confide in him with such a private matter. He was just his boss even if he treated in a special way like he states, but then again, why do that in the first place? I think you mentioned that there was no way this is how he treated his prev secretary which is honestly very interesting and speaks volumes about when his feelings for her started to deepen without even realizing it. Of course we know It wasn’t true that she was dating Nicolas, but even if she had had a bf for real, she still wouldn’t have told him. She was really reserved and constantly tried to keep her personal life private before their affair. And also they way he reacted after Charlie Zaa kissed her on the cheek and she got all excited? And to react like that with Marcela in close proximity?

It almost makes me wish her supposed bf had been someone other than Nicolas bc since he was aware of everything and involved with Terramoda it was easy for Mario to become paranoid of his true intentions with Betty and pass this on to Armando, but with someone else in the picture that was not involved on their business in any way? His whole jealousy would have been very hard to disguise. Or would Mario still find a way to get paranoid and suspicious? Was she really not allowed to have a love life while Ecomoda was hers? This part is crazy to me. Love and business was mixed so well in the series. There’s this whole ambiguity regarding Armando’s feelings and about the reason of his reactions that adds so much to the story and makes him a very complex character. I had watched lfmb before and Lety’s revenge wasn’t enjoyable to me because the filler they added before she read the letter made it very obvious that Fernando was in love with her and already wanted to cancel his wedding to be with her instead, he flat out admits this out loud whereas Armando tried to deny his feelings for so long, put on a façade in front of Mario even when it was no longer believable that even he had to call him out on it, all of this made this whole arc very satisfying to watch as a viewer. End of this whole discourse lol sorry it took me so long and it’s all over the place but your comments are spot on always so I wanted to share my unsolicited thoughts with you. Thank you ☺️

You made me want to rewatch ysblf and it made me realize that Armando is lowkey actually kind of insane?

I know i say he's insane here (lmao) but I gotta defend him and say you know, perhaps he is just intense? (it's both). I've said before he's very emotional (and not very rational) and he has an ego (and he's insecure). You combine those these traits (plus a child of nepotism who has never been denied anything) and you get Armando.

He goes from barely noticing Betty to getting real intense about her. He blurred the professional and personal lines way before the plan. Like why was he so upset to find out she had a boyfriend? He really expected her to confide in him with such a private matter.

Betty impressed him from the interview when she said, 'I know I can learn a lot from you'. Fed his ego a little bit but also Betty's honesty brings out a tender look in Armando's eyes. Softens him. Also, despite what everyone says, he really did want a secretary that could do actual work. Aside from not wanting to hire Patricia bc he didn't want Marcela spying on him.

Armando, despite having everything one could dream of having in life, has never had someone in his corner without asking for anything in return. Let's backtrack real quick---His dad voted for Daniel to be president, despite the fact that its said that Daniel has never worked at Ecomoda. Armando got the extra vote he needed from Marcela, whom he discussed marriage with days before the vote. So all he knows is transactional relationships and how any kind of support is conditional. His animosity towards Daniel stems from competition that Roberto instilled. Armando has no idea what loyalty looks like or what it means to be unconditional to someone. Until he meets Betty.

If Armando is insane about Betty in one way, then so is Betty in her loyalty to him. She held onto his agenda like she was asked even tho it got her fired, she turned down a top dollar bribe even tho it could have helped her family (and felt terrible for contemplating it when she confessed it to him), she helped him cover his affairs with other models, she helped him commit financial fraud, she helped him set up a company so the banks wouldn't jump him. Who does that? An insane person (who's terribly in love with their boss).

Armando has never had someone in his life that he didn't have to share, who isn't related to anyone he hated, who he doesn't have to make backend deals with to get what he wants. For the first time he has someone who's on his side and no one else's.

And in the middle of all of that, she becomes his friend. His confidant. His co-schemer. He's instilled so much trust in her. Allowed her to know so much about him. Things that Marcela doesn't even know. In return, he's met her family (bc as a mutual said, they are always together), she later confesses to him that she lied to her dad about how she started off as his secretary (not assistant). He feels, up until the embargo happens, that he knows her.

But then he hears she has a boyfriend and suddenly he feels a sense of betrayal. Why didn't she confide this personal information with him when he probably gave her his social security number? (and also his company but he's not even thinking about the company when he hears the possibility that she has a boyfriend). Now suddenly he has to share her?? (Mi Betty tiene novio??) That all that loyalty, admiration, and devotion she's shown him up until that moment might not be his at all. On top of that, he realizes that he may not know her as well as he thought and that she may not want him to know her like she knows him. And I think that both offends and hurts him.

The lines from Armando's POV become blurred first because of all the above. The more he trusts her, the more he depends on her, (which scares Mario btw). ect. But it's different for Betty because she is very aware of the lines and when the affair portion starts, she begins to struggle with it.

Of course we know It wasn’t true that she was dating Nicolas, but even if she had had a bf for real, she still wouldn’t have told him. She was really reserved and constantly tried to keep her personal life private before their affair

She absolutely would not have told him and the only reason the cuartel thought she had a thing for Nicolas was bc Mariana read her the cards and the cards implied that there was a man in Betty's life and they teased her about it. She used Nicolas's name to cover up her growing feelings for Armando as a consequence of her attempting to keep her private life private. And the sad thing about that is once Armando gets word about Nicolas and the boyfriend rumors, Betty writes in her diary that she fears something bad will happen. And, u know, it does.

And also they way he reacted after Charlie Zaa kissed her on the cheek and she got all excited? And to react like that with Marcela in close proximity?

Jealous of the way she enjoyed Charlie Zaa's attention, straight up forgot Marcela was there. Also, the fact that for a nanosecond she admired another man that wasn't him.

...but with someone else in the picture that was not involved on their business in any way? His whole jealousy would have been very hard to disguise. Or would Mario still find a way to get paranoid and suspicious?

Mario would still find a way to be suspicious. If it was someone, say for example, some old co worker from the bank she worked at--We'll call him Bank Guy. If Bank Guy was Betty's BF, Mario would say 'Well how do we know we can really trust her when she didn't tell you that Nicolas was working for Terramoda? How do we know she won't also tell Bank Guy about the embargo? How do we know she won't also give a job to Bank Guy?' It would still bother Armando that she didn't tell him about hypothetical Bank Guy bc he thought they had a reciprocal friend\schemer\employee\boss relationship (you're right, he's insane).

Was she really not allowed to have a love life while Ecomoda was hers?

This requires an essay length response bc BOY do I have thoughts on this!!!! Short Answer: In Armando's eyes, NO. Because that's his Work Wife.

....I had watched lfmb before and Lety’s revenge wasn’t enjoyable to me because the filler they added before she read the letter made it very obvious that Fernando was in love with her and already wanted to cancel his wedding to be with her instead...

I watched LFMB when was like, 16, and have gone back a couple times to rewatch some scenes and no--Lety's gaslighting arc doesn't hit the same. Even tho I will always defend LFMB's 'before the letter filler arc' bc its cute, it makes the story lose its pacing. Betty has to read the letter right after the second night, right as Armando feelings are at a high point so that their roles are reversed. Lety and Fernando aren't as calculating, they're too emotional (crybabies), their romance reads like two infantile adults who grew up lonely. Betty and Armando are not like that at all. They're set up as soulmates, but their inner problems as people are not identical.

...whereas Armando tried to deny his feelings for so long, put on a façade in front of Mario even when it was no longer believable that even he had to call him out on it, all of this made this whole arc very satisfying to watch as a viewer.

LFMB really robs Fernando of this bc they didnt want him to be unlikable. Armando at the beginning of the story is not someone you wanna see get the girl, but that's part of his journey. And modern audiences dont understand that. Fernando not hiding his love for Lety doesn't hit the same as watching Armando fight with himself and making excuses for his feelings and then finally witnessing him say to an empty office 'Armando Mendoza you're in love for the first time in your life and it's with Beatriz Pinzon Solano'.

That is the build up audiences are waiting for with a character like Armando and when Fernando does it....It's doesn't hit and it's not as memorable.

[myloveforhergoeson]

ch 31 preview bc i feel bad for not posting in so long yayy

“Mr. Rocque, Kelly, please,” Roxanne pleaded, shaking fingers threaded, palms pressed together. She would’ve gotten down on her knees to beg if she, the band, and their two bosses weren’t already in the back of the limousine headed to Brand New Day’s album release party. “The Big Time Rush booking fee is for interviews and photoshoots, and- and millionaire’s birthday parties. Not for an advertising campaign for a band no one has ever heard of!” 

Though she winced at her desperate tone of voice, she hoped one final appeal would make the two adults change their minds. Despite spending the last 24 hours making similar statements since Gustavo’s call at the movie theater, neither of them had budged in their decision for the band to attend the party. She’d even taken the fight all the way to Griffin’s office, sitting atop the Rocque Records building and adorned in the strangest taxidermy the assistant had ever seen, hoping that even he would think it an odd request. 

Turns out that had been a mistake; Roxy had severely underestimated how much Griffin seemed to like her. America’s fourth most powerful CEO was no better than his money-hungry adversaries and deep down she knew that… She just wanted someone other than her friends to take her feelings into account just this once. 

With Griffin’s word as law, and whatever Gustavo was afraid of in Obdul’s briefcase when the tall man tapped on it, the band was set to attend the gathering and adhere to Brand New Day’s request. 

When Kelly sighed, shifting her gaze from the soft glow of her BlackBerry in the back of the dark limo to the writer, she just slowly shook her head. “You heard Griffin earlier, Roxy. They’re paying customers and Rocque Records has a contract to fulfil. As much as you dislike these boys-”

“These two,” The assistant automatically corrected, feeling James’ hand slide onto her shoulder as the limo turned a corner. “These two,” Kelly continued after a brief pause, “There’s a lot of money at stake here.”

That was the same answer the talent scout had given her all day - the same corporate talk about contract fulfillment, legal obligation, and reputation. Bullshit. 

 “Griffin said we have to,” Gustavo added in a flat tone, red glasses matching the tint of a neon sign zooming by outside the window behind him, suggesting that he wasn’t all too thrilled with the night before them either. “So we have to. Set aside whatever crap has you all up in a twist about this party! It’s only a few hours, okay?” 

With a huff, Roxy crossed her arms and pushed back into her seat, watching the endless stream of cars out the window beside the man’s head. Most of the time she and Gustavo were on the same page, especially when it came to breaking down emotional barriers in the writer’s room. If he was able to help her draw out the words to place on the page when she was struggling in the past, why was he so incapable of seeing her irritation now? 

“We’ll be okay, Rox!” From across the way, Carlos reached out to pat her knee, welcome warm contact on skin that felt as cold as ice. The charm from the bracelet she’d made him for Christmas jingled around his wrist. “The night will be over before you know it!”

Carlos’ optimism never ceased to amaze Roxy; She wished she could feel even a small portion of it at the present, but her confusing amalgamation of fear and anger had been too busy building up in her system all day. Too much time had already been wasted worrying about Mag and Dani since they’d moved to Hollywood. Past memories playing in her head like a bad movie plagued her dreams, causing her to reach out for James in the darkness of her room, only to feel the emptiness creep in when she remembered a few walls separated them in 2-H and 2-J. Horrible flashes of whatever may transpire tonight took hold of her imagination when she was awake, only fueling the fire of emotions rooted in her belly. 

And even that felt ridiculous to her because Mag and Dani were just people she used to be friends with, not the supervillains of epic proportions her mind was making them out to be. The hurt and confusion then mingled with shame for expecting the worst from them, dragging up situations in which they’d looked out for her at local gigs or sat up and listened to her complain on the phone all hours of the night while she tried to work out a new tune or melody. All the fun they’d had playing together, advertising for their band wherever they could, and drawing up big plans to hit the big time together.

Then, the cycle of emotions started anew, because if they were such great people, how could they so easily take her work and pass it off as their own? How could they be Brand New Day without her?

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Roxy tilted her head back into the hard headrest, focusing on the silence in the car since she’d been too fatigued to pick a radio station, and took a deep breath in an attempt to stave off the emotional overload.

Beside Carlos, messing with the material of his lap belt, Kendall nodded at his friend’s words. “Just a few photos for the news outlets and some social media posts saying how much we love the new album, then we’re so far out of here and everyone will forget about Brand New Day in a week.”

Though the both of them knew that last part probably wouldn't be true, Roxy wanted to believe it anyway. Internally, she cursed her past self for all the time and effort she’d put into promoting their band to friends, strangers, and whoever would listen, and all the wishes on shooting stars in clear Minnesota skies that one day they’d blow up and get to move out of their nothing town. 

Too little, too late, the girl thought, feeling the unpleasant sting of her nails cutting into her palm as they balled into tight fists in her lap. At least we all got what we wanted in the end.

James must have noticed her discomfort; The hand on her shoulder trailed down her arm to unwind the mess she might have made of her palm with her fresh manicure. 

“You also… Don’t have to come…” Logan tried to add but quickly winced when Roxy countered his comment with a nasty glare. 

“Are you kidding me? I’m the only one who knows what those two are like! This is all part of their big scheme to-” 

“Roxanne.” Gustavo cut her off with a grating exhale of her name. For a few seconds, the humming of the engine was the only sound heard between the seven. “Being in the entertainment industry means sometimes you have to do things you don’t like to do. Do you think I enjoy playing babysitter for the five of you? No! But if I want to stay Hollywood’s number one producer, that’s what I have to do!”

“Oh, stop it Gustavo, you flatter us too much!” Kendall said with a sarcastic smile in a clear attempt to ease some of the tension radiating off of his boss and assistant, which calmed Roxy only slightly. At least one of them was able to keep a level head at the present. “We all know you love us too much but simply can’t admit it - out loud or otherwise.”

Grumbling something under his breath, Gustavo turned to look at Kelly’s BlackBerry, signifying Kendall had won that part of the conversation for now. 

The frontman looked over to her too, for approval or something else she wasn’t sure, but she did catch the upward quirk of his lips. Momentarily, some of the tension left her body and she finally let her head rest on her boyfriend’s shoulder. If there was one thing she could count on tonight, it was her four friends. 

Like it or not, this was happening, so she might as well suck it up and be the bigger person. In public at least; The big tub of chocolate chip ice cream in her freezer and the floor of her kitchen were already calling her name no matter how hard she tried to ignore it. 

Even if it wasn’t his intention, Roxy found comfort in Kendall’s subtle smirk. As good as friends Mag and Dani had been to her in the past, their bond didn’t even come close to the one she shared with the Big Time Rush boys and her new friends at the Palm Woods. So, she took it as a sign. One that screamed “We’ve got your back, Roxy! Always!” in bright, flashy colors, big enough to rival the magnitude of the Hollywood sign looking out over the city they so loved. 

Maybe James had noticed it too, his hand tightening in hers before pressing a light kiss into her hair. The two savored the last bit of physical contact they’d have before the prying eyes of everyone at the party, because neither of them needed to add a potential relationship exposé to the list of things that might happen that evening. “Everything will be alright, baby. I promise.”

[ourfag]

they dont tell you directly or indirectly with the writing or anything the characters say and its never shown on screen or talked about in interviews or confirmed by anybody and the writers and showrunners dont know about this but ed has BFRBs that come out when he starts living too quietly so he paints his nails to keep himself from picking at them and he grooms his cuticles fastidiously to keep them from tearing in a way that might tempt him to pick at them and he carries around a pair of fancy little scissors to snip away his split ends so he doesn’t spend hours picking at them but then he spends hours snipping them off instead and he always gets so upset afterwards bc where did that time go. he keeps adding to the tattoos on his thighs so he can commit his hands to something that doesnt involve pulling apart his body but he’s been doing that for almost as long as he’s been at sea so there’s a lot of ink on there already and some of it is really embarrassing now which is why he won’t wear booty shorts out of the house even though theyre his new favorite article of clothing. anyway his latest compulsive fixation is plucking the split ends off of stede’s chest hairs

[inchidentally]

just curious, was that what you were referring towhen you said you made yourself sad?

yep ;__;

I'd kind of gotten suspicious when I saw Caco grabbing Lando after his fan track walks, making sure there were tons of photos of Lando with Carlos Sr and Jr after basically nothing for so long. bc Team Sainz is on PR overload (understandably) to push for that RB seat. then the box challenge with the absolute swamp of cameras as if Max were giving a press release and it all kind of took the shine off of it. Carlos planting the carlando breakfast in his interview and then it turning out to be bait footage for Lando's ad for his dad's electric scooter company was just a bit too much for me lol (this even carried on a couple races later when Carlos Sr filmed a bit with Adam and the scooters and even Adam seemed a bit baffled by it)

I'd already been losing the interest in carlando as rpf since apart from the bromance it was mostly down to larrying degrees of slowing down footage to look suggestive and spinning "rumors" into fact and seeing brotherly affection as them being horny or romantic blah blahhh. that combined with how cynical the sudden carlando influx has been -and after I'd had anons complaining that carlando never interacted even online for so long! - I'm not interested in being in the larry equivalent ship anymore.

and every time I post the reality of how sweet it is that they call each other brothers and that Lando will still scramble after any invitation for golf with Carlos or to do the driver's parade with him (even if it was mostly Lando making the effort to seek him out over the past two years which has been hmmmm for me but ok) and like, them actually feeling so comfortable that they can do the gay jokes and laugh lol. but the desire to see them in a Harry and Louis conspiracy theory of barely suppressed romantic love is honestly the only thing ppl want to see.

and thing is that's what I love posting about most with landoscar is the reality of how Lando has no poker face and he's worn exactly how his evolution of being intrigued and then interested and then incredibly fond of Oscar right there for us to see! and Oscar is duh completely ready to change half his life for Lando's whims and Lando can be as bratty as he wants and Oscar just smiles and gets a dimple. like, they're such sweet boys figuring each other out slowly and none of that needs to be turned into anything fake to enjoy it! no women need to become beards or decoys!

sure I could whip up some theories and rumors and try to force it to be a secret forbidden relationship and pretend that girlfriends exist as open relationships to cover for the secret gay relationship etc etc etc but I literally despised 1D fandom and larry fandom w every fiber of my being so nope !!

exeunt me from carlando fandom aslfhslajffhlaf

I still find the actual friendship sweet and I'm still writing a whole ass carlando part to my f1 royalty au! but that's just for my own enjoyment <3