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despite getting discharged out the infirmary a short while ago, and being advised to rest as much as possible ( basically, do not leave your damn bed ), cora was in the mood for video gaming ... and what better way to satiate their need than to sneak in ... well, she guesses her now boyfriend’s room and compete against his maverick skillset? frankly, cora still couldn’t fully comprehend the situation at hand. it’s been a month or so since the STYX “incident” and her brush with death’s sweet grip, yet her concept of time was beyond messed up. many would be scarred to the point of no hope for salvation, but oh, cora was not many, unfortunate souls which fell to lethe river. maybe there was something to thank her bastard of an “old man”, after all ... but, now’s not the time for dark humored jokes. the hurt was present, yet slowly dispersing the more she sat alongside idia whose cocky smile and tone would’ve irritated her, but now brought a myriad of glee and giddiness.
such changes felt rapid, yet more than welcome. here she was, believing the elder of two despised her guts for treating him horribly, despite so many issues happening to them both, but this only proved her wrong - could she finally stop being strong, just once? maybe she can finally, once and for all, show a smile ... one that was relaxed, joyful and full of overwhelming love for this adorable nerd.
however, if idia really thought she’d be any nicer just because they finally came clean of the filth piling on both their backs and now pursue a relationship, then he’d be dead wrong. it didn’t take long for cora’s snarky smile to return on her face, hands taking hold of her own controller. ❛ look at you, getting cocky with your high score ... ~ talk about being ‘fair’, eh? ❜ she pauses to adjust on his bed as comfortably as possible, icy blue eyes looking back at yellows with a hint of coyness. ❛ wow... i’m in trouble, now. look how scared i am. ❜ the sarcasm couldn’t be more than obvious at this moment, though cora ends up chuckling. ❛ keep yapping, i’ll just listen and wait until i make you eat all your words ~ ❜ familiar jingles tuned out the screen, which now showed a character and vehicle selection. ❛ hmmm...wanna use default characters or go for custom? you’re the maverick, here ~ ❜
@crownshattered ... continued from here.
#crownshattered#ALLOW ME TO MAKE UP FOR THE ANGSTY STARTER WITH SOFT BUT COMPETITVE GAMER COUPLE MOMENT#idia being cocky:#cora whos been playing a shitton of games by herself when alone in her room and has over 1929299299393 hours worth in rhythm games:#shes abt to end this mans whole career#AND SHE WILL DO IT W THE SASSY ASS SMIRK I SWEAR TO GOD.#these two give me so much serotonin u got no idea#⟪ ic.⟫ rude conversations.#⟪ queue. ⟫ too busy to care at the moment.#⟪ otp. crownshattered. ⟫ cora o. & idia s.
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futile devices | Lewis Hamilton
request: you have a real talent for angst hehe. can i request one with lewis where he broke up with reader bcs he said he needed a break. but then not long after he was out with other women. the breakup broke reader she turned into a whole diff person. and she was like "i dont think any of that was real" when she talked abt her past with lewis? please tear my heart apart into pieces, im begging you
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warnings: ANGSTTT, dissociation, therapy, religious talks.
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You read something once, it goes, did god create humans because he was lonely or humans God because they were lonely?
Now, you were never strongly religious, enough to go to church three times a week or remember to pray before each meal or bedtime, a part of you wants to believe that there is a God. A flicker of you does feel like, hey, there has to be someone out there pushing my hand like this, there has to be a reason for this.
And that's human nature, needing a reason.
When you don't have a reasonable explanation for things, your mind searches for that reasoning. History shows, that when man knows nothing man creates, look at mythology for an example.
In ancient cultures, the world was filled with mysteries—natural events, life and death, the changing seasons—that seemed inexplicable without invoking a higher power or supernatural beings.
So, what did humans do?
They have created gods and mythical figures to explain phenomena they didn't understand.
In a way it's a beautiful thing, what that has done is infuse our real world with a sense of order and meaning in a world that could often seem chaotic and purposeless.
That is what life is without reasoning, a big fucking question.
Humanity sought not only to explain the world around them but also to find their place within it, weaving their existence into the larger tapestry of the cosmos.
We have an enduring need to seek meaning in the face of the unfathomable, to transform the mysterious into the comprehensible, and to infuse our world with a sense of purpose and coherence.
The point is this, maybe you were blind to it all, maybe your brain forced you to believe it. Forced you to see things as they weren't.
Lewis Hamilton never loved you, he never even cared. You can see that now.
The point is this: maybe you were blind to it all, maybe your brain forced you to believe it, to see things as they weren't. For the longest time, you believed Lewis Hamilton loved you. His charming smile, the way he looked at you, the tender moments you shared—they all seemed so real, so genuine.
But in the end, it was all a façade.
It started to unravel one evening when Lewis sat you down, a serious look on his face. "I need a break," he said, his voice devoid of the warmth you were used to. "I need to find myself."
His words hit you like a punch to the gut. You wanted to understand, to support him in his quest for self-discovery. But as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the truth began to surface. The only thing Lewis found was himself under different women.
The news and rumors reached you like whispers in the wind, each one a dagger to your heart.
It boggled you, it really did. How could someone who seemed so loving, so dedicated, turn out to be so deceitful? You replayed your memories, searching for signs, for clues you might have missed. Maybe you were blind to it all, or maybe you wanted so desperately to believe in his love that you ignored the red flags.
There were moments that stood out now, in harsh clarity. The late nights he claimed were for training, the mysterious phone calls he brushed off, the growing distance in his eyes. You had chalked it up to stress, to the demands of his career. But now, it all made sense. It was never about finding himself; it was about finding excuses.
The realization hurt more than you could have imagined. You felt betrayed, not just by Lewis, but by your own heart for leading you astray. The love you thought was real had been a carefully constructed illusion, and you were left to pick up the pieces of your shattered trust.
Did god create humans because he was lonely or humans God because they were lonely?
You were lonely, and you filled that void with Lewis, even if it wasn't real, you allowed him to fill every crevice of your life with a warmth and excitement you had previously been lacking.
It became clear that it's a bad religion to love someone who could never love you back. Loving Lewis had been like worshiping a false god, investing your heart and soul into something that could never reciprocate your devotion.
You didn't know who you were without Lewis.
And that was the problem, yeah you realize now that true love, the kind that is worth believing in, is mutual and nurturing, not one-sided and destructive.
But he's fucking ruined you to the point of no return.
You always thought that those people who let their lives be flipped upside down over a breakup were dramatic. You used to believe that heartbreak was something you could just push through, that it was a part of life everyone had to endure and move past. Yet now, you understood fully. It's crazy how losing someone—or rather, being left by someone you thought loved you—could indeed flip your own life upside down and launch you back further than you knew you could go.
There was no point of return. The realization that Lewis never truly loved you was a blow that shattered your world. The man who once filled your days with laughter and your nights with tender whispers had left you with a void so profound it felt like you were lost in an endless abyss.
Lewis made you lack a belief in everything.
The trust you once held sacred, the love you thought was mutual, the future you had envisioned together—everything now seemed like a cruel illusion. His departure didn't just break your heart; it broke your spirit. You found yourself doubting your worth, your judgment, your ability to ever truly know someone.
You didn't know what was real or fake.
Nights were the hardest. Alone in the quiet of your room, memories would flood your mind—the way he used to hold you, the promises he made, the plans you both had. The betrayal felt like an echoing void, reminding you of the deception hidden behind charming smiles. You felt untethered, adrift in a sea of emotions with no solid ground in sight.
You began to see the world through a lens of skepticism. Where once you saw possibilities and hope, now you saw uncertainty and doubt. Lewis’ betrayal had sown seeds of mistrust in your heart, making it difficult to believe in anything or anyone. The optimism that once colored your outlook on life had been replaced by a grim resignation.
You didn't even know if you believed in God anymore, or purpose, or happiness. Lewis had taken every ounce of reasoning from you. Your brain couldn't decipher what was real or fake.
Was it real or was it fake?
Did Lewis love you or was this a sick game?
Did he love you or were you just lonely?
You didn't know what was real or fake, and it made you feel so fucking crazy.
The questions haunted you, relentlessly looping through your mind.
You replayed your relationship over and over, scrutinizing every moment, every gesture. What was real? What was fake? The uncertainty gnawed at your sanity, eroding the foundation of your life.
The world around you seemed distorted as if reality itself had become an unreliable narrator in the story of your life.
Your faith, which had once been a source of comfort and strength, now felt fragile and distant. You questioned everything you had once held dear, everything that had given your life meaning. Was there a higher power? A divine purpose? The betrayal had not only broken your heart but also shaken the very core of your beliefs.
Purpose felt like a cruel joke. The plans you had made, the dreams you had shared with Lewis, all seemed meaningless now. Happiness, once a tangible goal, now felt like an elusive mirage, always just out of reach. The void left by Lewis's departure was filled with a consuming darkness that threatened to swallow you whole.
You tried to find solace in the familiar, in the routine, but nothing felt the same. Your friends and family offered words of comfort, but their reassurances felt hollow, unable to penetrate the depths of your despair. You were trapped in a maze of confusion and pain, each turn leading you further into the unknown.
There were moments when you questioned your sanity. The line between reality and illusion had become so blurred that you wondered if you were losing your mind. You felt disconnected from yourself, from the person you used to be as if you were living in a surreal nightmare from which there was no escape.
You felt mindless, maybe he had taken your mind with him.
It felt as if your head could collapse at any given moment.
Your family wanted you to try therapy; you weren't yourself. Maybe, aside from taking your mind, Lewis also took the person you were with him. Therapy was hard, and though you've had session after session, you feel the same. Where was the progress everyone promised? Your therapist's voice drones on and on, and you feel like you're watching her from the hollowness like you've taken a backseat to your own life. Every single day felt like you were watching your life from another person's gaze, or like you were sitting inside your brain watching from your eyes, except it wasn't you.
Your therapist is still talking. Nothing she says helps; you want her to shut up as she spews the importance of finding yourself again. You want to scream at her as she preaches about purpose, but when you zero in, you're still quiet, eyes dead and hands folded. You're screaming inside your head, but she keeps talking.
You don't mean to cut her off, or maybe you do, but when the words tumble from your lips, she cocks her head in a way that tells you she's going to have fun studying this session later in the day.
"I feel like I'm not even here," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'm watching my life happen to someone else."
Your therapist pauses, her pen hovering over her notepad. "That's a significant observation," she says slowly, as if measuring each word. "It sounds like you're experiencing dissociation, a common response to trauma."
You want to roll your eyes at her clinical response, but you can't muster the energy.
"Why does it matter?" you ask, your tone flat. "Knowing what's wrong doesn't make it better. I'm still...gone."
She leans forward slightly, her eyes searching yours for a flicker of connection. "It's the first step," she says. "Understanding what you're experiencing can help us find a way to bring you back. It's not a quick process, but it's a start."
You feel a surge of frustration. "Everyone keeps saying that. 'It's a process,' 'It's a journey,' 'It takes time.' But what if I never get back to who I was? What if I'm stuck like this forever?"
Your therapist doesn't flinch. "It's a valid fear," she acknowledges. "But healing isn't about returning to who you were. It's about integrating your experiences and finding a new sense of self. It’s about moving forward, not backward."
Her words echo in your mind, but they don't penetrate the numbness you feel. "I don't even know who I am anymore," you admit, the confession feeling like a weight lifted and a burden simultaneously.
"That's why we're here," she says gently. "To help you rediscover yourself. To help you heal. It's okay to feel lost right now. What's important is that you're here, trying to find your way."
You sit in silence, her words hanging in the air. Despite your resistance, a small part of you wants to believe her, to hope that maybe, just maybe, you can find your way out of this darkness.
But for now, you're still watching from the hollow place, detached and distant. Therapy might be a lifeline, but it feels like you're grasping at straws. You hope that someday, the promises of progress will become more than empty words, that you’ll find a way to step back into your own life, whole and strong.
But for now, that hope feels unrealistic. All you want is to know what was real. Were you that lonely? You had never felt lonely before him, never felt like a piece of you was missing. Before Lewis, you felt content with life, fulfilled.
The question haunted you. How had you become so dependent on his presence, his validation? You had always prided yourself on your independence, your ability to find joy and meaning in your own life. Friends, family, your work—these had always been enough. So why, after Lewis, did everything feel so empty?
Your mind raced back to the beginning, to the thrill and excitement of new love. You remembered how he made you feel special like you were the center of his universe.
It was intoxicating, a heady rush that blurred the lines between reality and fantasy. You realized now that you had mistaken the intensity of those feelings for something deeper, something real.
In the quiet of your therapy sessions, you wrestled with these thoughts. Your therapist's words often felt like background noise, drowned out by the clamor of your own doubts and insecurities. Yet, there was a part of you that recognized the need to confront these feelings, to understand why you had allowed yourself to become so entwined with someone who ultimately proved unworthy of your adoration.
Were you lonely? Or was it that Lewis had awakened a vulnerability you didn't know existed?
His departure left a gaping wound, exposing the raw edges of your heart. The loneliness you felt now wasn't just the absence of his presence, but the loss of the illusion of love he had created. It was the shattering of a carefully constructed facade that had made you feel whole, if only for a fleeting moment.
As you sat in your therapist's office, the background noise of her voice suddenly halted. For the first time, you murmured a sentence that showed progress, even if it was wrapped in sadness.
"I don't think any of it was real."
the way I just wrote this in 38 minutes, in my dark ass room with the linked song on replay while it's raining. what a great day. I'm really convinced that I can only write angst!
to the anon who called me sad and smutty ilyyyyy 🫶🏽😭 I'm making it my bio
also, I don't have access to the form for the taglist right now, so if you would like to be added or if you already submitted your user, pls just send me an ask with your user pls <3
#lewis hamilton#formula 1#black reader#lewis hamilton imagine#black reader friendly#lewis hamilton x black reader#sir lewis hamilton#poc reader#laneywrld#f1#angst#lewis hamilton angst
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Not sure if you write for Harry Styles but what if r met h in high school and they were dating but after graduation they parted they ways and yhen few years later she meets him and they start again and she gets to know that some of his songs are abt her?
I love your writing for S&C!!!
Adore you | h.s.
pairing: harry styles x fem!reader
summary: you run into harry after years of not seeing him.
warnings: use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry but english isn’t my first language)
an: so it’s my first time writing for harry but i absolutely adore this man with my whole heart so i gladly wrote this! thank you sm, hope you like it <33
pictures are from pinterest :)
If someone told you that your ex would end up as a worldwide famous singer, you would believe them in a second.
Harry always had a thing for singing and he was really good at it so when he told you he wanted to audition for xfactor you were all in to support him.
He succeeded, like you knew he would, and was put in a band with four other boys. That was when your ways parted. He started writing songs, making album and had few little gigs to make their band known. And you wanted to focus on school, on your future.
As much as you both wanted to make it and keep your relationship alive, you knew it would be naive to hope for it. He was about to be famous and travel the world and you wanted to study and make a mark with your name in the world of medicine.
So you parted your ways and you haven’t heard of Harry or One Direction for some time, until two years later when they started becoming one of the bigger bands in the music industry.
He achieved it. You always knew he was made to be someone. He deserved to be someone.
He was kind, selfless and practically wore his heart on his sleeve. If someone was a good celebrity material, it was him.
Sometimes, you found yourself following his career, cheering on him and wishing him all the best.
Years were passing, One Direction went on a break that was lasting longer than they promised and all of the boys started to make their own history.
Harry just released his third own album and you couldn’t be happier for him, although you didn’t follow him as much as you used to.
Actually, you practically didn’t follow him at all. All you knew was what you heard on radio on your way from work to home.
You were achieving your goals too. You became a doctor, a good one, known in whole UK. You were young but you already did more than some older doctors.
Your name was well known in medical world and you couldn’t be happier with how your career worked out.
Although, sometimes you wished you chose some other life path.
For example, you wished it right now while looking at two teenagers sitting on a hospital bed. They were glued to themselves and it wouldn’t be a problem if they weren’t glued with an actual glue. To make it worse, it was really old glue and it was causing health problems for both of the teenagers and one was about to pass out from all the coughing.
“Alright, we need to make sure that all their organs are okay, Marcus’ father said he saw them eating that glue.” you grimaced “Run all the tests and draw blood from both of them.” you ordered your interns who quickly went to patients.
Few hours later you were finally able to go home and you couldn’t wait to finally take a warm shower and change scrubs to comfortable pajama.
But first, you had to go grocery shopping. You were thinking about going home first to change but you knew if you get to home you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed again.
So now you were in the grocery store looking at all the cereal searching for your favorite ones. You finally noticed them but they were in completely other place. Usually, they were on a second shelf and now they were all the way up on the highest one. One that was too high for you to reach.
But you tried anyway. And you failed.
You heard a deep chuckle behind you and then a male voice “Need any help?”
You turned around with bright smile “Yes, please.”
Man, who looked weirdly familiar to you, reached a cereal cartoon without any struggle and handed it to you with a smile.
“Here.” you took the cartoon while he was looking at your face “Do I know you? You look familiar.” he stated and you searched his face to see something that would give you a clue who he was.
Then it hit you.
“Harry?” the man nodded “Oh my god, you changed so much.”
Man furrowed his brows and suddenly his eyes widened “Y/n?” you nodded with small smile “Oh god, it’s good to see you.” he hugged you.
“Visiting family?” you asked and he nodded “How’s famous life treating you?”
“Good, I just published my newest album.” he looked proud of himself and it was really adorable.
“I heard.” you nodded with a smile “Congratulations.”
“Thank you. Did you hear any songs?” he asked unsure.
“No, sorry. I don’t really have time for music. My life last few days looked like sleep, work, sleep, work, shopping, sleep and work.” you laughed and he smiled with amusement.
“Sounds like you, always so ambitious.” he looked over you “So how’s being a well known surgeon? I heard amazing things about you.”
“It’s… certainly something.” you nodded slowly “I love my work but some things I see… Damn.” you shrugged and he laughed.
“I’m happy you’re good, I thought of you few days ago.” Harry stated and you raised your brow.
“Mr. Famous thought about me? How flattering.” you teased and he chuckled “I have to go home, my bed is calling but we should meet someday when you will be in town.” you offered and he nodded vigorously with a grin.
“I’m staying for a few weeks at my mum’s, we can arrange something. We definitely should catch up. Here, give me your number.” he handed you his phone and you added your contact.
“Well then, see you around Harry. And thanks for your help.” you flashed him with a smile which he returned and you went to a cash station.
Next day you got a text from an unknown number which turned out to be Harry’s number. He asked when you had time to meet.
Finally, you both decided to meet on a Saturday. To make it funnier, Harry offered to meet at the coffee shop that you often visited while being together.
On a Saturday you felt nervous. You didn’t see him for a long time and you weren’t sure how it would turn out, if you even will be able to maintain an interesing conversation without it being awkward.
But here you were, sitting in front of Harry, drinking tea and eating delicious muffins while talking and laughing about old times.
“I never thought that the audition would turn out this well.” he admitted with small smile.
“I knew it would.” you stated “You’re too good to not be noticed, although your hey sister was terrible.” you snickered and he smiled amused.
“I was nervous!” he huffed “If it wasn’t for you I’m not sure if I would actually get on that stage, you were my lucky charm.”
You looked at him with a touched smile “I was cheering for you even when we weren’t talking anymore.” you admitted “I always knew you would be someone important and look at you, you’re saving teenagers’ lives and make great music.”
You could see faint blush on his cheeks and the bashful smile was just cute.
“Well, I guess I wouldn’t be where I’m if not your cheering.” he chuckled “I only regret that our ways parted. I wish we maintained contact. I missed you.”
“I missed you too Harry.” you said hoping you didn’t blush “But at least we’re here now and it feels good.”
“Yeah it does.” he agreed with a smile that made your heart race. You knew that smile, he was sending it your ways on daily basis when you were together. It was this cute smirk with dreamy eyes and it just made you feel weak in knees.
Apparently some things never change, because it made you feel just the same as years ago.
And you’re not sure how it happened but next morning you woke up with Harry’s bare chest as your pillow.
But you weren’t complaining.
“Seriously?” you laughed while making breakfast with Harry. He was talking about the time when he was in One Direction “I always thought that it was just a song about good song.”
“Well, most of ours song had hidden dirty meaning.” he laughed too.
“What about your songs? Any dirty meanings?” you teased and he blushed.
Your morning together turned to spending whole day together.
“You can stay for the night.” you offered when he said he should get going.
“I don’t want to bother you.” he giggled.
“You’re not bothering, I like having you here.” you admitted and you were praying to not blush when he smirked at you.
“Good to know. I will gladly stay if you’re sure.” he said “But let me know if you will be sick of me.”
“That wouldn’t be possible.” you rolled your eyes hitting his chest with your hand which he catched and squeezed in his bigger one “You’re the sweetest person alive, you would have to kill my dog to make me hate you.”
“Sure.” now he rolled his eyes “You have a dog?”
“No.” you pouted “I wish but I’m rarely home and I wouldn’t want to leave a dog alone.” you explained and he nodded in understanding “What about you? Any pets?”
“Not really, I’m also rarely home when touring.” he shrugged.
And somehow this conversation turned into talking about his songs.
“And which ones do you like?” he looked at you with a small smile. You wouldn’t admit it out loud but in last few days his songs were on repeat so you wouldn’t be in dark when he would be talking about his career.
“Hm, I really like Carolina and little freak.” you stated after a moment of thinking. You noticed how Harry moved weirdly after your words “Is there something wrong?” you asked worriedly.
“No no.” he assured you “What do you like about Carolina?” he tilted his head looking curiously at you while still holding your hand.
“I don’t know, I just like it.” you shrugged “Why are you asking?”
“You didn’t notice, did you?” he laughed.
“Notice what?” you smiled with small confusion.
“Carolina, Adore you, Only Angel, Woman?” he furrowed his eyes.
“What about them?”
“God, woman. They are about you.” he huffed with amusement and your eyes widened.
“What?” you were sure you were a blushing mess at the moment.
“Carolina? It’s literally your description, you moved because your grandmother offered you and your parents to, you always had books with you and liked to compare life to books.” he explained “Oh, and you have cousins in Carolina!”
All he said was true and you actually realized it in fact was actually a song about you.
“Why would you wrote about me?” you asked quietly playing with his fingers.
“I was so in love with you. My first ever song that I writed was about you.” he admitted “Only angel. I changed it a bit before releasing it because I was teenager while I wrote and it was a slight disaster but it turned out great.”
“I’m not sure what to say.” you chuckled “Adore you is about me?”
“Yeah, I would go through hell for you.” he stated and you noticed that he didn’t use past tense.
“So am I so kind of inspiration for you?” you teased but he answered completely seriously.
“Yeah, you are big inspiration. Most of my songs have something about you in them even if they aren’t exactly about you.” he admitted bashfully “I was completely head over heels for you. And I think I still adore you.”
And if you were his inspiration for next lovely album that he made as a gift for you for your first anniversary, that’s just a bonus.
#harry styles x reader#harry styles#one direction#music#louis tomlinson#niall horan#zayn malik#liam payne
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OLDER : 10. cut the bullshit
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NOTES: AND THUS ENDS ACT ONE HOLY SHIT !!! um… u guys might hate me bc of the next 2 chapters teehee 💋 anyw kuni is the only one the mc feels comfy with talking to abt her worries and often vents to him. they’re extremely close and consider themselves platonic soulmates. that’s why kuni says that he’s the only one she can talk to abt stuff, and it’s actually true 👍
SUMMARY: when your acting career booms, the stress of the spotlight and your every move being watched starts to drown you whole. the only escape from a complete all time low comes in the form of your attractive coworker, zhongli— a distinguished and slightly older man that you can't seem to stop thinking about.
TAGLIST — open @theprinceofkhaos @bella-sams @yourfavoritefreakyhan @shadowheads-shitshow @obervation-subject-753 @kaitfae @wonderland-fan @abundanceofcloves
#— older smau 🌟#genshin impact#genshin x reader#zhongli x reader#zhongli x you#genshin zhongli#zhongli#genshin impact x reader#smau#genshin smau#genshin#divider: benkeibear
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Masterlist
(as of now these are all fem!reader but please feel free to reach out to me if you want the gender/pronouns adjusted!! <3 )
Jenson Button
A change of mind
Summary: (Y/N) is Hertz Team Jota‘s physiotherapist at Le Mans. However, there seems to be a mutual sense of dislike between her and Jenson Button
Nico Rosberg
Lost in the moment
Summary: Throughout her career as a motorsport journalist, (Y/N) has established a special relationship with Nico. But what happens when unfortunate circumstances keep her from being there for him during the most important moment of his career?
Part 1:
Part 2:
Playful banter and dull sceneries
Request: “Hello I hope you're taking request sorry for bothering if not but could you please do Nico Rosberg friends to lovers ending in someone walking in on them while they’re making out? Thank you in advance.”
One Glance , A Second Chance
Summary: Nico and (Y/N) unexpectedly cross paths at a charity event in Monaco. Old feelings resurface and they wonder if they might be able to give love a second chance.
Nico x fem!reader (no title)
Request: So reader and Nico (after retirement) have been dating a couple months of this past year so he’s been single for a while and Lewis and him start talking again after years of not talking and reader is telling him it’s good that they are speaking again but he’s worried that he’s just going to be left alone again after his past with lewis but she promises him that Lewis wouldn’t do that?
https://www.tumblr.com/mynicosensesaretingling/735976825939001344/i-have-a-idea-so-reader-and-nico-after
Nico x fem!reader (no title) (kinda Part 2 to previous one)
Request: Hi I was wondering if I could get a part two to the Nico Rosberg story I asked about where Nico and Lewis become friends again and it’s super fluffy and Nico introduces his girlfriend to Lewis
https://www.tumblr.com/mynicosensesaretingling/740481941290237952/hi-i-was-wondering-if-i-could-get-a-part-two-to
Guiding Lights
Request: “I love Nico (and yeah F1) and I think that him and Logan Sargeant are very similar. For me Nico is deffo his father figure so... if you want could you write a fic about Nico as a father figure to him?”
A Celebration of Hearts
Request: “can you write something in the 2016 prize giving ceremony setting? some cute moments were him and reader are talking and giggling and its caught by the cameras, and when giving his speech after receiving his trophy he mentions some cute moments of him and reader racing related, and for the end can you write smth abt that one pic were his taking a photo of his trophy while in the car and reader is beside him? some moments between them interrupted by their chauffeur?”
To get lost is to get found
Request: “So, reader is a journalist and she's relatively new, she's supposed to be somewhere but she's super lost and bumps into Nico and she's like 'holy shit it's Nico Rosberg' and he's like 'oh wow she's so pretty' so he takes her where she's supposed to be and they talk the whole way cause it's like across the paddock and when they get there he's like "you're very adorable please let me take you to dinner after the race Sunday"
#nico rosberg#f1blr#f1 x reader#nico rosberg x you#nico rosberg x reader#nico rosberg imagine#nr6#f1 fandom#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 drivers#f1 reader insert#jenson button x you#jenson button#jenson button x reader#jenson button imagine
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sick and tired of people saying everyone who support bucktommy while disliking buck's previous love interests are misogynistic
sure, that is most likely the case for some, however i am TIRED of people refusing to listen to why some didn't like buck's love interests.
let's take a look at why his love interests have been disliked, other than buddie shippers simply not wanting to see him with anyone else:
abby: i actually don't know lol i quite enjoyed her up until the point where she fucking left him and lead him on for months. i guess some people really hated the age gap but they're both adults so it shouldn't matter
taylor kelly: yikes where do i start. in her first few appearances when she's filming at the station she blatantly exploits bobby's relapse and near-attempt. even let's buck believe she's going to ask them not to air it then fights for it to air. she then returns seemingly out of nowhere because not even fox or the writers gave a fuck abt earthquake girl and they couldn't have buck be single for some reason. she became more likable, i genuinely was starting to enjoy them as friends, but then they're thrown into another forced romance. they also did not bother to try and redeem her after the whole bobby thing. she was selfish from beginning to end and would throw anyone around her under the bus to further her career. (a personal and very petty reason for me is also they literally look like siblings i can't handle it)
earthquake girl: i swear i'm not trying to be cynical but i deadass don't even remember her name that's how much of a non-character she was
tinder date: this should go without explanation she was rude as fuck and actively looking for reasons to dislike buck and make the date unpleasant for both of them
natalia: (that's her name right?) we disliked her for the same reason buck broke up with her !! she had a WEIRD obsession with buck's "death". literally would not shut up about his very traumatic experience. and that was it ! her one (1) personality trait was "she's obsessed with death to an unhealthy extent"
personally, i don't even like tommy that much. him making that joke when buck clearly wasn't ready to come out to eddie was vile. i definitely don't want bucktommy endgame, but it gave us bisexual buck ! let us celebrate some fucking representation. celebrating a queer man finally coming to terms with his sexuality is not a personal attack on women. be so fr.
#stop blaming fans for disliking characters with horrible writing#bucktommy#buddie#911 abc#911 fox#911 spoilers#evan buckley#tommy kinnard#taylor kelly#abby clark
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since there was already a prompt abt pining can i ask for hcs on how the ffxiv boys (+leofard?) would go about expressing their interest in a particularly dense wol? 😊
We do love a dense motherfuker
Thancred is fucjing suffering over here. He cannot possibly make his intentions any more obvious. The problem is that hes accidentally played himself-- hes spent so long disguising his feelings as jokes, or as ploys on missions, and now you just assume that his flirting and holding your hand and wanting to be in your space all the time is just what the two of you do. He ends up having to go all rose petals and sappy love confession under the moonlight like some kind of storybook love interest. Its so sappy, embarrassing, but its also so, so sweet.
Urianger is, unfortunately, painfully Sharlyan about the whole thing. He gives you nice paper, expensive ink, masterwork tools, intricate glasswear for your alchemy lab. Practical, highquality armor. A delicately embroidered handkerchief. He thinks hes being overly forward with his affections, you think hes just being a really good friend, yshtola would rather drown herself than watch the rest of this soap opera play out.
Literally what else does G'raha need to do to prove his devotion to you??? The man unwound time and unraveled space just to be by your side. He was practically your sugardaddy your entire time on the First. He almost, almost thought you were flirting back with him when you brought him food from the Last Stand, and then Alphinaud and alisae and krile trotted in behind you and it took every ounce of his Exarch discipline not to retreat with his tail between his legs. Pls this man is suffering.
Estinien literally can not. Look me in the eyes. This stinky dragoon has spent a good half his life behind an armet. He is a horrible mix of country bumpkin, career soldier, aymeric's half-assed attempts to pound courtly decorum into estiniens dumb empty head, and Nidhoggs instincts. He wants to cook you food, drag you into a corner and kiss you silly, send you flowers, and bring you something he killed with his bare hands. He ends up doing all four. Not necessarily in that order.
Aymeric is dying. You are going to be the death of him. He has gone through great pains to discover your favorite flower and have them always displayed in your room. He has written you letters full of poetry. He has showered you with gifts. He has invited you to dine with him. At this point the other nobles are asking whether its going to be a spring or summer wedding, and he doesnt know how to explain how you are still woefully oblivious bc he cant explain it himself.
Haurchefant gave you a LITERAL DOWRY. He handed you the reins to an extremely expensive war-trained black de chocobo in front of everyone whos ever mattered to him and also half of ishgard, and then he had to stand there dying internally while you praised him for being a "good friend". There are bets not on whether hes going to throw you over his shoulder and carry you to his room to. Ahem. Prove his devotions. But rather on how long it will take him to break.
Sidurgu. Barely has memories of the Orl traditions around courtship. His mother had often regaled him with stories of how she had courted his father. Food, presense and friendship, proofs of skill. And yes, it frustrates him that you seem to brush off his attempts, but. Well. It took almost five years for his mother and father to get together, from the way they told it. Hes learned a lot for your sake, and for rielles. He can learn patience too.
Leofard is a pirate. He doesnt dance around the bush, he strikes when the metal is hot and takes what he wants. It works well with garlean airships and the odd unfortunate merchant. Not. So much with you. One, because your consent and emotions are important to him. Two, because you are so. Fucking. Dense. He steals silks and jewels and fancy foods for you, spends time with you, saved your life from diabolos, told you his sad life story. Hes one step from throwing himself at you like some fainting dame, and its embarrassing.
(Hes not gonns stop tho)
#ff14#ff14 headcanons#thancred waters#graha tia#urianger augurelt#estinien wyrmblood#estinien varlineau#aymeric de borel#haurchefant greystone#sidurgu orl#leofard myste#wolcred#wolianger#grahawol#wolstinien#wolmeric#haurchewol#sidwol#leofard/wol
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Typing Teenage Dirtbag aesthetic on pinterest is a disgrace, don't ask me why I was at the Devil's Sacrament, I get it, but my God no one actually understands that being a teenage dirtbag is supposed to be abt being a loser and not being a functioning teenager.
People who are NOT teenage dirtbags:
- Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About You (hot, and people were afraid of him, which made him popular, even if for the wrong reasons. He scored the most beautiful girl in the world not by luck, but by actually putting in effort even if he was doing it for money. She literally wrote a poem for him. Clearly fucks).
- Effy Stonem from Skins (hot, knows it, has an actual sex life).
- Avril Lavigne (pop punk star who was almost a teenage dirtbag, but was also the consumer version of what a teenage dirtbag is) (I'm With You still fucks severely though).
- Chad Michael Murray in Freaky Friday (I genuinely don't remember his character that much but he fell in love with both Lindsay Lohan and Lindsay Lohan in Jamie Lee Curtis' body and attempted to pull HER, so idk that to me involves a level of confidence a teenage dirtbag shouldn't really possess. Also he's hot).
- Daria Morgendorffer from Daria (absolutely clinically depressed and it's difficult for me to say this, but she manages to out talk everyone too well for her to be an actual loser. She's just absolutely too intelligent to be there and an extremely uptight presence, but not really a dirtbag. She stole her only friend's boyfriend, which is toxic loser behavior, but then she managed to keep said friend and said boyfriend, before breaking up herself. She delivered a speech at the end of the show, and managed to be totally herself and reaffirm her own beliefs in front of her entire class. Her behavior was not a reaction to her surroundings it was who she was. Not a dirtbag).
People who ARE teenage dirtbags:
- Rodrick Heffley (thinks he's hot shit because he has a band, but his entire career came down to playing at the school talent show and his mom was the one who went viral. Also he canonically doesn't know how to spell. Iconic teenage dirtbag behavior).
- Janis Ian (manipulated her own friend to go after her enemy because her enemy destroyed her reputation in front of the whole school so much, she essentially got loserfied. She wears a tux to prom. Her only friend is an openly gay guy in 2004, who btw IS NOT a teenage dirtbag himself cause he's confident and he knows he's the shit).
- Sid from Skins (spends his entire time lusting over his best friend's girlfriend and, from what I remember, fucks her after his friend gets ran over by a bus or right before. Doesn't pull, only by accident and looking like that).
- Jane Lane from Daria (artist, loser, has a smart mouth, but not smart enough. Brother is a stoner who has a band that's gonna 'make it someday, man.' Entire family is a fucked up conglomerate of artists who are 'free thinkers'. Goes to school to see her best friend only. This best friend then fucks up her hair and steals her boyfriend, and she stays friends with her. Almost too cool to be a teenage dirtbag, but she has such an overwhelming vibe of it that looms over her that it makes it impossible for her to outlive it).
- Richie Tozier from It (smoker, trash mouth, constantly chased by bullies, doesn't pull, doesn't give, socially anxious, thinks his dick is bigger than yours (it is not)).
- Needy Lesnicki (I don't even need to explain why she's here, but here we go: Dated a drummer. Wore that to prom. Friends with the weirdo goth kids. Has a "punk rock" outfit to go to a bar. In love with her abusive best friend she can't quit. Constantly called a lesbian by the only girl who's weirder than her in her year).
- Juno MacDuff (talks like she's a constant stand up comedy routine. Pregnant from her best friend who's a bigger loser than her, and whom she loves dearly, at the age of 16. Into weird horror movies and comics. Knows how to play guitar. Threw up in her stepmother's urn and blamed her kid sister. Her only other best friend is a beautiful girl who's in love with her teacher and he is NOT hot. At all. So deprived she was almost sadly groomed. Sits on her car and contemplates the stars).
- Those two girls who are always hanging out in the bathroom in Drop Dead Gorgeous (look at them. Just look. One of them is pregnant and they are the only ones who have the guts to say that it's the popular girl and her mom who are murdering everyone because they know that no one gives a shit about what they have to say. Don't go to the school beauty pageant parade cause one of their waters broke. Still heavy smokers through it all).
Unclear:
- Colin Gray from Jennifer’s Body (Looks like that, but then he tried to pull the literal most beautiful girl in school now that she was socially irrelevant enough to go out with him and that still takes confidence. Also he looks like a MySpace wet dream in 2009, when looking like that was cool. Like I said, unclear).
- Kat Stratford (She is in between. She's a teenage dirtbag that knows she is one and embodies that with confidence, which by default makes her NOT a teenage dirtbag, you know? Difficult).
- Bill Denbrough (stutters, sure, but he also ends up with the only girl in their group, who's canonically chased by all the other loser boys. He's king of the losers, but if he lost the stutter, would he really still be a loser?)
That's it. Please stop sharing pictures of "teenagers" with vodka bottles and huge groups of friends, having fun. Those were the people you wanted to be in high school, therefore not teenage dirtbags. Being a teenage dirtbag is about pain and being a loser. Understand the essence. Thank you.
#honorable mentions would be lisa swallows AND the creature deep in teenage dirtbag waters#the guy she is in love with wants to be one so bad but he is NOT#the goth girl who tells on her is one but desperately does NOT wanna be#tombstone.txt#teenage dirtbag
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what in the mother FAWK was bad blood 😭😭
Ok #rant ahead sorru guysies..
(Assuming kayfabe here guys ok ? Ok!)
Wtaf. Wtf. Wtaf. Wtf. Wtaf. Wtf. Wtaf.
1. even if i dont like liv, it's like theyr purposely trying to make her look weak. her whole reign has been about running away and cheating; idgaf if shes a heel. She still needs to PROVE she deserves the title.
2. i hate how this entire feud is all about dominik. Like doesnt rhea have a new man ?? Gtfo.. and the announcers constantly pushing this narrative that rhea still loves him the ENTIRE match was genuinely so annoying like stfu stfd and do ur job ho 😭😭
3. as a huuuuggee rhea fan, i wouldn't of even cared if liv won the match. Because there was nobody to get involved and cost rhea to lose, she was guaranteed to win in a way that would show everyone she can hold her own against anyone and deserves to have that title. She managed perfectly fine without TJD on her side before, so why can't she now?
4. o ya, raquel def fucked the match up. She came in to early, caused the DQ, and still tried to save it. Also, it was so anticlimactic how she came in. She should of had her theme song playing and she should of came out AFTER rhea was hitting dom.
5. this match was so obviously scripted it hurt like wtafff. I know i said 'assuming kayfabe' up there but cmon now. I will NEVER understand why rhea didnt just pin liv right then and there and maybe beat up dominik after. Even if raquel came out after she had pinned liv and beat her up, Rhea would still have the title and at the end of the day that's all that matters.
6. can we pls talk abt jhea? the writers started this like a year ago and are just now adding onto it bcz of the betrayal , but they've already ruined it before it even started. zero interactions two shows in a row (which i do understand the first one,, i wouldnt want my son to watch me wrestling + flirting with another woman that isnt his mother), but BFFR. Not even a behind the scenes of them talking? All we've gotten is them posting stories of one another. Come AWN neow HHH !☠️
7. okay so now were breaking up the terror twins. 💀 idk if triple H is trying to make Liv look weak or just ruin rhea's entire career. these bookings and plot line is ass and they did this w sasha banks tew. Look where she at now 🤷🏽♀️ anywayyy,, i dont get WHY they would break them up either. It also sort of ruins damians character and their bond w eachother that wwe has built up for years + the irl bond they have. Damian has sacrificed his own body to protect her, and now he got one win and all of a sudden he needs to go solo and leave a broken up rhea behind? NAW. He would not dew that. If u told last week Damian abt ts he'd slap u silly and knock the mario coins outta u.
8. i lowk stopped watching after that roman and cody match bcz i didnt care to see the rest so idk what all happened after that, so spare me guyss...
9. honestly,, jimmy coming back made me happy as a mf. Holdon let me show yall
10. Do i gaf thats not they names.. nooo not rlly lol haha anwyays
11. am i happy that my baby daddy roman won? Hell ya!
12. am i even happier that he came back for cody? HELLLLL YEEEEAHHHHHHH
13. am i confused at the rock comin back and not saying shit? ..yes
14. but anyways thats js my take on the situation. Maybe it's tew much yapping and not alot of sense behind these words, maybe it's just me seeing the drew vs punk first and expecting SO much more. I was expecting like rhea 2 go dummy crazy on Liv likkke. I wanted to see Rhea 'the bloody eradicator' ripley beatin ho's ass! But anyways i guess not 😭😭
15. i guess this isnt the end of the feud? Idk.. adding raquel into beef that should of just been rhea vs liv was a dumb ass move idc !
16. bye yall 😛
#rhea ripley#bad blood#wwe raw#dominik mysterio#liv morgan#raquel rodriguez#jey uso#damian priest#the judgement day#💗niiyah post#Spotify
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“maybe one day I’ll write all my thoughts on Thea and Amalia mother-daughterisms bc the Thea brainworms are taking over.”
any chance that day is soon?? 🌝
HELLO ANON I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU YOU ARE RECEIVING SO MANY KISSES BC I LITERALLY WROTE OUT A HUGE DRAFT OF THOSE THOUGHTS AND I SAID I’LL ADD TO IT LATER AND I FORGOT!! BUT YOU REMINDED ME!! I LOVE YOU!!!
I’ll post that separately (bc boy is it long) but here’s a little… prelude, I guess, to how I imagine Thea’s relationship with Amalia starts to shape:
Thea had gone into her pregnancy knowing that she wanted a child, that she would love this child, but the fact that she is now somebody’s mother doesn’t really click until Amalia is born
she knew abt the deal Kevin had with the Moriyama’s, but she was Thea Muldani, who cares if her partner only kept 20% of his salary?
All that meant was that Kevin day was her trophy husband, which, ha. Of course it took a man like Kevin Day to be a worthy trophy husband to her. Being the main breadwinner suited Thea just fine.
and then all of a sudden there was a baby girl, all of a sudden they weren’t DINKs anymore. Ofc with a pro athlete salary they’re not exactly poor but for the first time since pre-evermore, money actually becomes something she has to consciously think about. (Especially because she gets paid less during and after her extended maternity leave)
also in my head Thea has this big plan to return full-time to Exy as soon as Amalia can get on formula, and basically be a part-time mom, full-time athlete because she’ll be damnned if all those years she spent at evermore result in her retiring early for the sake of some kid.
And then Amalia is born. And then the hospital clears them both and Amalia is a cradle strapped to the backseat of their car. And then Amalia is carried into the house and Kevin has to go take a call from the coach of south Carolina’s team (because he’s trying to move closer to Wymack) and Thea is alone with this child that’s hers and all of her plans and hormones are being whipped around in a blender.
In the end, even though Amalia was born the end of the off season specifically so that Thea’s maternity leave wouldn’t cause problems during the season, Thea kind of has to reconcile the image she had in her mind with the truth of being responsible for a whole human being. One she loves. She asks Kevin to take the season off instead of her, but he’s scared shitless of the moriyamas and doesn’t want to deal with the fallout of not getting paid for a whole season.
They hire a maid and a nanny and plan to rely on the hired staff and Wymack, but in the end, Thea strikes a deal with her team to keep her contract while taking the first half of the season off.
However, because she had assured them multiple times that she wouldn’t extend her leave, she’s in a tough bargaining position and ends up getting a huge reduction of her salary. They also do not agree to extend her contract, (which she specifically requested so that they wouldn’t have to move to another state with a toddler when her contract ends in two years)
the decision to stay was hard, but ultimately decided when Thea gets a panic attack the first time she goes to practice with her team and gets a call from the nanny that Amalia was coughing so hard she couldn’t sleep. (Amalia was fine of course they went to a doctor but Thea was traumatized)
and the thing is for Thea this was a huge sacrifice. She really believes that she gave up a huge part of her career for her child and she did! But it kind of shapes the way she sees Amalia going forward: as someone she loves unconditionally and will sacrifice for, but let it be known it was a sacrifice. Things like spending time with Amalia, encouraging her non-exy related hobbies, being patient with her during arguments—for her those are less of an obligation and more of a show of how far her motherly love for her daughter goes.
because empathy wasn’t really a thing in the nest and for Thea, showing empathy and compassion is something reserved as an act of love and loyalty to the people she cares about.
Of course that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have it, years of being in the pro leagues have softened her to her teammates and friends, but it’s a big thing for her, something she has to actively think about. She’s loyal to exy first, a Raven through and through. Her daughter is one of the only people that she will change this for, and to Thea that’s a big fucking deal.
in the end I think they have a really good relationship given the circumstances, but (I touch on this in the other post) it’s not without years of therapy for both of them, and screaming fights followed by week-long cold shoulders. It’s not without guilt-tripping and gaslighting and words used as knives that both of them wish they could take back. It’s not without breakdowns and panic attacks and lots of tears.
But they love each other, to an extent they understand each other, and when it’s good, it’s really really good. For Amalia her mom is still somewhere safe, home is somewhere she misses, and she’s never ever afraid to speak her mind in front of her mom because she knows the only punishment she’ll get for confrontation is the risk of a verbal fight (and maybe being grounded). When her parents go to court Amalia screams at the top of her lungs for both of them, because she knows both of them will always, always cheer for her.
#I um… forgot to tag this#Whoops#I know I had tag-y thoughts and I was gonna write them but I forgot :/#aftg#all for the game#kevin day#Amalia day#thea muldani#please please please don’t let this post reach the Thea haters#Long post
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2 and or 20 for ezri :)
LETS FUCKING GOOOO EZRI TIME
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
the fact that she is kind of an "adorkable" character before that archetype was widespread in media. a trendsetter. the fact that she canonically struggles with referring to herself with the correct pronouns and knowing if she's a man or a woman. also her being a counsellor who struggles with her own mental health issues that's so fucking real. i love her dynamic with garak too and how in the end she was able to figure out his whole deal even though it was hard at first. i wish we'd seen more of them as a duo. i just love ezri overall man she's so cute and silly and i care abt her so much
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?
I FEEL LIKE SHE WOULD'VE GOTTEN ALONG WITH NOG. iirc they don't rlly interact much in canon (? it's been ages since i watched ds9 and my memory sucks so correct me if i'm wrong) but i think they'd get along rlly well. they're both roughly the same age and have been thrown into these fucked up wartime situations with little warning, and they both have a kind of sensitive side to them but can also be badass when they need to be.
i also wish she'd gotten to meet ziyal i KNOW they would've been best friends ;___; cute girls who are kinda unhinged gang........ i think they would've been good for each other, ziyal would've benefited a lot from having a female friend around her age who wasn't involved with her family, and ezri would have also benefited from having a peer to be friends with. she's one of the youngest out of the main ds9 characters and at the beginning of her career when everyone else is much more experienced, and i wish she'd had someone to hang with who was at a similar life stage to her (this is also one reason why i want her and nog to be friends)
also ik her and jake are already close in canon but i wish we'd seen more of them. i have a little headcanon that jake has a crush on her (iirc it's even hinted at pretty strongly in canon) and imagine how funny it would've been if they'd dated. poor ben would've been Extremely Conflicted abt it lmao. but even outside of that i just wish we had seen more of their friendship and them hanging out
#ty for the ask i love ezri so fucking much she's one of my ds9 favs#severely underrated character....... barely anyone understands her............ it's so sad bc she's awesome#ask game#ds9#star trek#ezri dax
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Hello! I love all your fics abt Hotchniss family, pregnant Emily and daddy Hotch. But I’m curious how In your world they end up together???? If you up to it you may consider it as a promt and if you don’t want to write it its okay. Love your works👀🫶
Thank you so much!!
Here's a little (ok it's long I got carried away as usual) getting together fic for you!
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The One You Reached For
She’d never believed in fate, had never allowed herself to, but in the soft moments at the end of a long day when she sat with Aaron in his living room, a glass of wine in hand as Jack slept just down the hall, she let herself wonder if maybe everything she had endured had led her to him.
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Warnings: Mentions of injury/blood, Canon typical violence
Read over on Ao3, or below the cut
“I spoke to Jack this morning,” Aaron says, as they climb out of the SUV, closing the door before they start walking towards the home of the witness they had come to interview, “He asked if you’d like to come to the movies with us this weekend.”
Emily smiles, “Asked, or insisted?”
Aaron chuckles, a glint of something she can’t place in his eyes, “Insisted,” he concedes, “Apparently it won’t be as fun without you.”
She bites the inside of her cheek to stifle her smile, knowing that their friendship these days was based on a fine balance between what they were like at work and outside of work, even if no one else was around to watch.
Ever since she’d come home Aaron had stayed close to her, keeping an eye on how she was doing that, if it was anyone else, would annoy her. Instead of feeling stifled, like she was being judged, she appreciated it, keeping her promise of talking to him when she had bad days. It turned from coffee to lunch, to dinner, to whole weekends spent with the Hotchners, sometimes even falling asleep on their couch instead of heading home to sleep. She’d wake up with a blanket over her and Jack snuggled up against her with Aaron watching from nearby. He always had a soft look on his face as he offered her coffee and told her that next time she’d have to take his bed and let him sleep on the couch, something she never let him do.
She’d fallen in love with him slowly, bit by bit until it became such a part of her she couldn’t remember a before and after or pinpoint when it had happened. She’d never believed in fate, because if she did it would mean fate was nothing other than cruel. It had taken her father away, leaving her with a mother who always prioritised her career, leading her to do the same in her 20s, in turn, that had put her with Ian, the man who would eventually kill her just when she finally felt like she’d found a home for the first time in her life.
She’d never believed in fate, had never allowed herself to, but in the soft moments at the end of a long day when she sat with Aaron in his living room, a glass of wine in hand as Jack slept just down the hall, she let herself wonder if maybe everything she had endured had led her to him.
Those were the moments when she considered telling him how she felt, closing the small gap between them and kissing him, tipping their relationship from friendship into more, but she always shook it off. She let herself bask in the fantasy for a few seconds before she came back to reality. Aaron’s friendship had become one of the main cornerstones of her life and she didn’t want to risk it for anything, knowing she’d rather have him like she did than not at all. Sometimes she wondered if he felt the same way, his smile lingering a second too long when he looked at her or watched her help Jack with his homework, a faraway look in his eyes she could not allow herself to believe was him hoping for the same thing she was.
She’d lost too much in her life to lose him too.
“Well,” she replies, acting like she’s thinking about it, as if she didn’t already know there is nowhere else she’d rather be, “As long as we’re home by the weekend I am all yours.” She internally winces at her choice of words, shaking her head at herself before she carries on, acting as if she hadn’t spoken as they step onto the porch of the witness, “So, want to play good cop, bad cop?”
He smirks at her and she groans, furious at herself that he was able to do this to her, that he turned her into the nervous teenage girl she hadn’t been for decades, “Which one do you want to be?”
She knows it isn’t flirting, that he’s just being nice, and she smiles as she knocks on the door, “Why don’t we just see how it plays out?” The door opens as she knocks and they both look at each other, their brows furrowing, “That’s weird.”
“Mr Hodgins,” Aaron calls through as they step into the house, “It’s Agent Hotchner, we spoke on the phone.”
There is no response and they look at each other, silently agreeing they’ll search the house. She’s only just stepped foot in the garage, her hand hovering over her gun, when she sees a barrel pointing in her face. She reaches for her gun by reflex, cursing herself for not doing so sooner, still so sure that this was just a normal gathering of a statement until mere seconds ago.
“Don’t even think about it,” Mr Hodgins says, using the gun he’s pointing at her to direct her further into the garage, “You’re not alone?”
She shakes her head, her hands up by her head, “No, my colleague is here too,” she says, painfully aware that Aaron will find them, her concern for him overriding her concern for herself.
Hodgins shakes his head and keeps the gun trained on her, “I should have known you would come,” he says, more to himself than her as he devolves in front of her, “I should have known.”
It clicks into place even though their profile was still not entirely complete. Hodgins had been seen at the most recent crime scene but the local cops had marked him as a loner but harmless.
“You’re the killer,” she says, looking at the gun she thinks is likely the murder weapon. All they knew about it so far was the size of the bullet. She watches as his eyes go wider, his grip on the gun even tighter, “We can talk about this,” she offers, “We can figure it all out if you just lower your gun.”
“No,” he shouts, stepping closer to her, “You’ll arrest me.”
“She said, lower the gun.”
She looks over at the same time as Hodgins, her heart seizing in her chest as she sees Aaron standing in the doorway, his gun trained on the man pointing one at her.
“You lower yours,” he insists, his finger moving to the trigger, “Or I’ll shoot her.”
She watches as Aaron’s jaw tightens, the only outward sign of stress, and she swallows thickly, wondering how the hell they were only talking about going to the movies just a few minutes ago.
One of the guns is fired, the sound loud in the enclosed space. It happens quickly. So quickly that the first time she’s really aware Aaron has pushed her out of the way is pain spreading through her wrist as she hits the ground, an automatic reflex making her put her hand out to stop herself. She narrowly avoids hitting her head, time slowing down around her as she hears another shot, and she groans, wincing as she tries to flex her wrist, pain burning up her arm.
She looks up and sees Hodgins laying on the floor, blood pooling under him from where Aaron had shot him. She sighs, grateful that it was all over as quickly as it had begun. She puts her hand on the floor to push herself up out of habit, wincing as her wrist hurts.
“Damn it, Aaron,” she complains, “I think you sprained my…” she drifts off as she looks at him, her eyes going wide as he pulls his hand away from his abdomen, bright red blood pouring out from underneath, staining his shirt and the concrete floor beneath them.
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She felt like she was underwater, her senses dull as she stares at the waiting room floor, repeatedly counting the tiny square tiles instead of paying attention to everything around her.
Derek had pulled her away from Aaron when he arrived at the same time as the paramedics, his grip firm, something she couldn’t escape from no matter how much she fought him, as he hauled her up off of the floor. One of the paramedics had taken pity on her, allowing her to travel in the ambulance with Aaron based on an assumption she was his girlfriend. It was only when they were halfway to the hospital, her eyes fixed on Aaron’s pale face, that she realised she hadn’t corrected him.
She tells herself it's because this will make it easier at the hospital, that she’ll be able to stay close to him, not because even in these circumstances the thought of being his girlfriend makes her stomach flip.
When they arrive Dave makes her get her wrist checked out, saying that Aaron would never forgive him if he didn’t make sure she was seen by a doctor. He goes as far as sitting with her as the doctor confirms she’s suffered a sprain before he cleans the graze from the floor on her palm and puts a compression bandage on her wrist.
The doctor had tried to make her take a painkiller, which Dave had tried to convince her to do too, but she resisted. She’d survived far worse than a sprained wrist, the pain she could handle, a drop in the ocean compared to what Ian had done to her. It was also something she could focus on. The throbbing in her wrist and the tight compression bandage she’d been given easier to hone in on, to think about as time ticked by slowly, each second a lifetime as they waited to hear an update on Aaron’s surgery.
She’d survived worse than this, but she wouldn’t survive losing him.
“Em?”
She jumps slightly as JJ reaches out for her, a gentle squeeze of her good arm bringing her back to the room, her senses so sharp her head pounds, forcing her to hide a wince.
“Sorry,” Emily says, clearing her throat as she looks at her friend, well aware from her expression and the rest of the teams, that they had likely been trying to get her attention for a while, “I’m okay.”
JJ smiles softly at her, “No you aren’t.”
Emily sighs, looking back at the floor, all too aware that if she looked at any of them for too long that she might cry and she didn’t want to do that. Anticipatory grief filling her lungs, her body preparing herself to mourn things that both had and hadn’t happened in a way that she didn’t want to feel.
He was going to be ok, he had to be.
“JJ-”
“It’s ok, Em,” she says, cutting off her protest, “We know how close you and Hotch have become recently.”
A sound Emily can’t place, either a laugh or a sob, lodges in her chest. It aches, hurts in a way that has her rubbing her sternum, “Just before we went in he asked if I wanted to go see this movie with him and Jack this weekend,” she shakes her head, “Apparently, he refuses to go without me.”
JJ smiles and squeezes her arm again, “Jack loves you.”
“I love him too,” Emily replies, having to press her lips in a line to stop the bottom one from quivering, the thought of the young boy finding out his father is hurt enough to tip her over the edge, “More than I thought possible.”
She always tried to ignore the parallels between Aaron and Ian, how, on the surface of it, they were both single fathers. How she’d fallen in love with both of their kids. She died for Declan, and she knows without question she’d do the same for Jack, that she’d take whatever the world tried to throw at her as long as he was safe and loved.
She would do the same for Aaron too, her love for him deeper than she thought it ever would be. When she looked back she knew she had loved him for much longer than she could admit even to herself, emotions she could never have named before Paris, through willful ignorance or denial she wasn’t sure, overwhelming her whenever she was around him.
“I don’t understand why Aaron…,” she says outloud, her words escaping without her meaning them too, “Why did he push me out of the way and put himself in danger like that?” It’s rhetorical, and she doesn’t expect a response, well aware of Aaron’s saviour complex, but Dave huffs what sounds like a laugh, drawing her attention beyond JJ for the first time since she’d walked into the waiting room, “What’s so funny, Dave?”
Dave sighs, leaning forward to look at her, his elbows on his knees, “I mean this in the nicest way possible, Bella, but considering you’re the smartest person I know except for the boy genius here,” he says softly, nodding towards Spencer who was sitting next to him, “You’re being a real idiota.”
“Rossi, lay off her man, now isn’t the time-”
Dave carries on as if Derek hadn’t interrupted him, “Lo ha fatto perché è innamorato di te,” he says, no malice in his voice as he stares right at her, “And we’re all fed up watching the two of you dance around it.”
She stares at him for a moment before she clears her throat, looking back and forth between all of her friends, every single one of them avoiding eye contact, “All of you?”
There’s a beat of silence and she watches as they all look at each other before Derek blows out a breath, “Princess, the only people who don’t know that you and Hotch are in love with each other are you and Hotch,” he says, confirming what Dave had said to her even though he couldn’t speak Italian. It makes her wonder how often this was something they all spoke about when she wasn’t around, “Even Reid figured it out.”
Emily turns to look at Spencer, who looked a little like he was a rabbit caught in headlights, his eyes wide as she looks at him expectantly. He clears his throat and looks at the floor before he begins speaking.
“Your pupils dilate whenever you look at Hotch and his voice deepens roughly half an octave when he speaks either to you or about you,” he says, clearly uncomfortable, “Those indicators combined with your behavioural changes and the amount of time you spend with each other outside of work leads to only one conclusion.”
She stutters, any response she may have caught in her chest as she tries to make sense of everything they had told her. She looks at JJ who was still sitting next to her, her endless kindness written all over her face.
“Pen was actually convinced at one point that you were together but just keeping it a secret,” she says, hiding a smile, “She even tracked your credit cards at one point to try and find evidence.”
Despite the circumstances, despite where she is and the fact she still has Aaron’s blood dried into her shirt sleeve, Emily chokes on a laugh, covering her mouth to try to capture the sound.
“She did what?” She says, her hand shaking a little as she drags it down her face.
“What we’re saying,” Dave says, drawing her attention back over to him, “Is you should actually do something about the fact you love each other,” he smirks, a glint in his eyes that she loved and hated in equal measure, “Before one of you idiots actually gets killed trying to prove it.”
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She’s with him when he wakes up.
She isn’t sure if it’s sympathy or the not-so-subtle way she flashed her gun and her badge that makes the nurse let her stay past visiting hours, but Emily is grateful either way. She sits in the chair next to his bed watching him intently, everything their friends had said to her in the waiting room floating around her head.
Emily had spent so long convincing herself he didn’t love her back that at first, she found it hard to believe, sure that they were all somehow wrong, but the more time that passes, the longer she watches his face as he sleeps, she realises they are right. Because she would have done the same thing if their roles were reversed. It doesn’t make her feel any better, her heart aching at the thought of him sacrificing himself for her, but it feels like the final bit of the puzzle slipping into place.
She watches as he wakes up, his eyebrows furrowing as he fights off the medication in his system. She stands and sits on the edge of his bed, her hand twitching to link her fingers with his. He’d woken up a couple of times already, in pain and confused as he looked around the room, and she’d not been able to do anything but comfort him until he fell back asleep.
“Aaron?” She says quietly, feeling relief unfurl in her chest when his eyes open. She smiles when he looks at her, a sure sign he was actually awake and lucid this time, “Hi.”
“Hi,” he replies, his voice raspy, “Are you ok?”
She laughs, unable to stop it as she shakes her head, “You’re the one who got shot, Aaron,” she says, her voice a little harsher than she intends, all of the fear she’d forced down making itself known, “I’m fine.”
“Your wrist,” he says, looking at her arm and the bright white bandage on it, “I hurt you.”
She blows out a breath, “Because you pushed me out of the way of a bullet,” she says, finally giving up on stopping herself from touching him and placing her hand over his, “Why did you do that?”
Even though she knows the answer she wants to hear what he has to say, if he’ll try and cover it up. Their eyes meet and she feels breathless at the intense way he’s looking at her, a fire in his eyes she has only seen a handful of times.
“I’d do anything to make sure you don’t get hurt.”
She clenches her teeth, her hold on his hand increasing, and she knows it isn’t fair, knows that he doesn’t owe this to her, especially now, but she needs to hear it from him. She almost missed out on ever hearing it at all.
“But why?” She demands, her gaze unrelenting.
“I already buried you once-”
“Aaron.”
They fall into silence and for the first time in forever it’s awkward and she hates it, a thickness in the air around them that hadn’t existed since those early days when he didn’t trust her and she didn’t like him.
“You know why,” he says eventually, his voice soft, “You know why,” he repeats, looking at her in a way she had only ever seen him look at his son.
It feels like a relief and a weight at the same time. The knowledge that she could finally have this, have him, in the way she wanted a privilege and a curse.
Now, she’d have so much more to lose.
She shifts closer, her hand pausing just before she touches his face and she pushes some hair that had flopped onto his forehead back to where it belongs, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
He smiles at her, “Why didn’t you?”
She focuses on adjusting the cannula delivering him oxygen, finding it easier to fuss over him than look at him as she exposes her heart in a way she doesn’t think she ever has before.
“I was scared,” she says, her eyes flicking to his before she looks at their joint hands, “I didn’t want to lose you.”
“You never could.”
She looks at him, his eyes as sure as his words, and she smiles. She leans in and stops when her face is mere inches from his, his breath skipping over her skin. She cups his cheek and presses her lips to his, sighing as he responds. It wasn’t the passionate kiss she’d always expected it would be, something she knew he wasn’t physically up to at this moment, but it was soft, full of love, and achingly them.
She pulls back when he groans in pain, and she looks at him, her eyebrows furrowed and he shakes his head.
“I’m ok,” he assures her, smiling when she rests her forehead against him.
“We have a lot to talk about,” she says, sitting up just enough to look at him, “When you’re better.”
He nods, encouraging her in for one more kiss before she sits up, his hand sandwiched between both of hers, her bandage scratching at his skin.
“Can I start by confessing something now?” He asks, and she nods, curiosity getting the better of her, “Jack didn’t say anything about going to the movies this weekend.”
She frowns, “What do you mean?”
He looks a little sheepish and clears his throat before he continues, “I lied, I was actually planning on taking you out on a date just the two of us.” Her eyes go wide and her mouth drops open, no words escaping as she looks at him in shock, “I was worried if you knew that is what I was actually planning you’d say no.”
“You…you were going to take me out?” She asks, squeezing his hand a little tighter, and he nods.
“If I’d known all it would take was getting shot I would have done it months ago.”
She glares at him, her eyes narrowed at his poor attempt at a joke, “Not funny,” she shakes her head as she thinks about the day she’d had, and she groans.
“What’s wrong, is it your wrist?”
“You know what the worst thing about all of this is?” She asks, waiting for him to shake his head in response, “It means that Italian sbalzo was right. We are idiots.”
-x-
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hold on because your thing with alecto carrow & the carrow twins……… you really did something there
listen okay i could go so crazy about them . i have so much lore trapped away in my brain . but i am going to summarize so fast and quick bc they drive me crazy….
general info abt both of them : they r born in japan bc the carrow family moves there post grindlewald and their mom dies and when she dies they move back to the england but they r poor af after everything so pureblood society looks down on them for being traitors. cue them fighting the entire wizaridng war to be given respect and seen as a genuine member of the sacred 28 and using intimidation and violence to do so… a if i cannot be better than them i will be so much worse moment . their dad is normal and loves them very much they just choose to be evil like that. their mom was a sweet angel also and everyday i cry over her even tho i invented her to be dead . whatever
alecto has a weird misandrist complex in which she hates men but is also performing for them all the time , a man hating lesbian who also can’t escape using the patriarchy to validate her skills and ambition. she loves spiders bc they are matriarchal . she bases her worth off of how well she appeals to others and has so her whole life to the point she barely has a sense of self . she wants to kiss lily evans on the mouth and she worships her like an absolute angel it’s serious and vicious . the few scraps of herself she has left are all about knowledge. she is obsessed w language and translation and tries to learn literally any language she can ever . despite this she still can’t give herself a voice . she wants barty crouch jr dead for the crime of being a man and a degenerate which like fair of her . evan n reg r chill tho bc game respects game . i think if she got the chance to explore Life she’d actually choose to become a teacher like voldemort Made her become , but she would be actually pretty good tbh. her and barty regularly brawl in the teachers lounge. alecto kicks his ass. in the modern college au in my head they are regrettably roommates and each conversation they have sets gay lesbian solidarity back 15 years . alecto is studying classics and women’s studies as a minor …. ik feminism is a big part of her character but chat do not reduce her to this u don’t get it … she has a deep connection to lady macbeth and the movie the handmaids tale . here is her vibe :
and amycus is his mothers son who does whatever alecto wants him to bc he just wants to be by her side. they are so aggressively co dependent . he is obsessed w magical plants and herbology and his favorite thing in the world is a magical venus flytrap he keeps in his dorm that evan keeps putting random drops of blood into the mouth of . his dream career would probably be using magical plants to make new medicines n poisons n such . hogwarts resident weed dealer . therefore he n barty r actually chill . he just misses his mom like so much 😭 he is consistently in morning over the life he could have had . he’s pretty good friends w everyone he’s not like a loner but he is lonely deep in his chest…… of course bc alecto is his sister #feministwomenloveamycuscarrow . every carrow is linked to an insect in my head and amycus is a praying mantis . …. he has the same capability for cruelty like he also is on the field w alecto during the war but like he’d rather be gardening :/. modern college au he’s probably studying biology and is the rlly menacing president of the gardening club. and u think this means he is secretly sweet but he’s literally evil. him n reg have a crazy friendship going in in which they do the craziest romantic shit but it is completely platonic. i’m talking like candle lit dinners . in my head he has a weird situationship w rabastan (who is another story….) but also i have a *whispers* oc….. who in the fic i have planned for them in my head (which i will never write) he ends up w and his name is maxx <3 but i will never talk abt ocs on here . i have some shame. amycus would follow alecto to hell if she asked (he just wishes she would stop going the- *car runs me over*)
here’s amycus vibes
i have so much more i could say abt them . there is so much in my head they have such a deep and complex story … i will take any excuse to yap abt them . anyways they are both gay and one day i will write the alectolily sugar mommy au in which lily is the sugar mommy bc she’s a super famous author n alecto works at an antique book store doing translation n repair <3333 and it’s completely accidental lily keeps paying to borrow these super old books and eventually she just pays for alecto to come over and help her research and then one thing leads to another . and alecto is guffawed when she realizes. amycus. thinks it his hilarious. i think her and lily would have an academic rivals to loves thing going on in canon and in like Any school setting but also just in general. they could be 5 years into their relationship and still competing to be the smartest . i think there is rosekiller alectolily double date hilarity potential. also have a lot of thoughts abt them paralleling to the rosier twins but what do i know … i will leave that to the masters ….
anyways that was my yapping . hope someone felt enthralled .
#alecto carrow#amycus carrow#marauders era#marauders#death eaters#yap tag#there is so much more to say this barelt scratches the surface#unfortunately i work for 9 an hour at a chain pet store so i cannot yap
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SPOILERS FOR EP 11 DRDT
Since I did a prediction earlier today, time to update!!
OKAY NO HiATUS WHAT NOOOOO! honestly having looked at the time during the livestream, i genuinely was questioning how they were gonna wrap this up by ep 12 like last time and started to wonder if this chapter will be longer as we spent this whole epsiode in david's extended mask off moment. as much as im sad abt the hiatus i am glad this is extended BECAUSE WE DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH THE ACTUAL CRIME SCENE OR A DEBATE SCRUM tho ughhh noo this hiatus might kill meeee
OKAY DAVID OMG bro lost it AHHHHH i really wanted to believe that david had a good/moral reason for all this but to know he did all this secret maliciously?!!? ik he's not killer for sure so i do wonder how he's gonna be used in next chapters cuz as hot as he lowkey is rn and i do love his biting sarcasm, he's gonna be geninuely such a bitchy force to deal with in future chapters. to have this man constantly causing trouble for no other reason than fun and never trustworthy, i have to wonder if there's any hope left for him. i really hope that his arc actually has him improve cuz u know, poetic irony and all that jazz. Since now we know he doesn't believe what he says, i truly hope drdt takes the time to prove him wrong cuz i really dont want a grimdark killing game proving david (and in some ways, teruko) right. and also, idk why people are surprised david would lie abt being arei's killer and want to get himself killed rn. Bro literally now has lost his career and his public image is ruined. He doesn't have a life anymore for him to go back to. He already mentions how he hates everyone there, so I see zero reason why he wouldn't lie to drag everyone down with him
ACE SLAYS ONCE AGAIN! BRO POPPING OFF WITH THE TRUTH YESSSS AND CALLING OUT PEOPLE'S HYPOCRISY FOR NOT GOING AFTER DAVID WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!! Also j saying that she doubts ace's testimony just cuz she thinks he cant be quiet makes me sadddd
ALSO NICO AND CHARLES!!!! I love that nico comes back in clutch to help actually point out david's suspiciousness. His bluntness is always needed, especially with cutting through david's bs. ALSO CHARLES YESS IM GLAD HE IS NOW GONNA BE CRITICAL TO THIS CASE!!! I like that drdt takes advantage of its video format as normally to have a character interject like that in a mainline dr game would be bad since it's interupting gameplay and taking control out of player's hands. But it works here since we're not actually playing and shows teruko and charles backing each other up and shows people actually getting involved!!!
To the actual crime ... uh i dont know ... clearly this crime is so complicated that we need a TRIAL 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO lmaoo. i mentioned before but charles's comment of "fucking up" at the end seems to strongly imply the time of the murder, and thus everyone's testimonies for that time, are now irrelevant. Since arei was alive in the evening last night (ace does claim 7:30, but i do agree with david that ace might have just said that to back up his point rather than it being true) the death happened the prior night or early that morning. it puts into the question the note, calling for 7:30 but it could be 7:30 am before the motive reveal. however, unless it was something like a trap, such a time is so tight i find it hard to believe. maybe i'll do a post later doing a fully theory as i lose my mind during this hiatus (praying for it be under 6 months)
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“Once again, he philandered” is like Mick’s personal slogan. I just don’t know how Jerry did it. I get an open relationship (even if it’s not something I could ever do) but usually the most basic rule is to not embarrass your partner. I’m sure Jerry knew that Mick was not going to be faithful but to have him be so blatant about it is awful. And didn’t he leave right after she gave birth to go away on some trip where he cheated? Ridiculous. When they fought he probably said it was impossible to turn down all the offers and temptations but of course Jerry knew that in the same band was a guy who spent hours on the phone with his wife every day and had trouble sleeping because she wasn’t there beside him.
I’m reluctant to even call his relationship with Jerry an open relationship because I don’t necessarily get the impression that she consented to him sleeping around like it was going out of style. She just didn’t leave when he did, until he got another woman pregnant (Lucas’ mom, the Brazilian model Luciana Gimenez) and decided after 25 years that that was her limit. And he did do plenty of other disgusting stuff like not sticking around for the post-partum period with some of their 4 kids.
The thing is, even if he tried the BS ‘oh, it’s easier for Charlie because he doesn’t get as many offers’ (which may have been true but I think would have largely been motivated by the reputation that he wouldn’t sleep around) Keith by most reports has also been perfectly faithful to Patti. He had an open thing with Anita, and they both practiced it, but he was perfectly happy to go monogamous for her and stay that way. It seems to me that that’s more his speed anyway. Mick never cared enough to try.
I do think in the end Mick has kind of reaped what he sowed, though. His relationship with Jerry collapsed, what happened with L’Wren, who by all accounts he respected and even tried to keep his philandering private for, happened, and now he’s sort of with a woman who is so blatantly using him for money and status it would be almost sad if he were anyone else. She’s a ballerina who could never get out of corps at ABT and was reaching her expiration date in the business, then jumped at the chance to dump her finance and get into a relationship/get pregnant with a man more than twice her age on the heels of his partner of 15 years dying. Her social media and her ‘career’ since they got together revolves around him, while he barely pretends she exists, and the whole Sunday Times thing with the engagement ring that’s actually a promise ring was embarrassing for her. He already pulled that shit with L’Wren. (And her going out of her way to emphasize that neither of them want commitment and they’re both just really h*rny for each other was a hilariously pathetic clean up job. There’d probably be at least one more kid if that were true but she got her bag already). It doesn’t seem like a very loving or sincere relationship on either side, but it’s what he’s got. Meanwhile Jerry did her time with Rupert, got handsomely rewarded the way she didn’t with Mick, because he’s a total cheapskate, and is now free to find herself a lovely, handsome boyfriend who actually respects her.
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The Fame (2008) by Lady Gaga - my commentary edition
because i truly am insufferable like this and want to talk about her music (also one mutual said i should do it so ❤ if u see this, this one's thanks to u bestie)
i will probably do this for her other albums as well ✌
general comments: first of all this album is THAT GIRL. every song is still so relevant, both in terms of sound and lyrics. you would think okay ive listened to [a song from this album] 9283755 times it was way overplayed. and yeah but umm actually no! no matter how many times, it will still be slaying. pop perfection in the literal sense. and she did all that with her DEBUT ALBUM. legend energy. and!! it's insane that this album had SO MANY literal hits like so many of these songs were so popular and all over the radio. it was at the time where they didnt really understand gaga but they were still all over her. energy. (i dont think the general public ever understood her to this day but u get what i mean)
JUST DANCE - a classic!!!! the redone tagline that started it all... makes me think i really want these two working together again. anyway, having this as your studio debut is actually insane if u ask me. no matter how many times i will listen, don't think i will get bored. the bridge is too good actually, can we bring back actual bridges in pop songs???? please and thank u
LOVEGAME - oh man how to even begin this one. i can't believe this one was playing everywhere for years!! "I wanna take a ride on your disco stick" is actually one of the most iconic lines in late 2000s music lmao. truly a signature sound for this era btw.
PAPARAZZI - that girl forever and ever. this will have to be considered together with its vma performance, because it just HAS to. the song itself is crazy, the celebrity worship and the downsides of fame. love that concept love the execution. but then she had to go ahead and have that performance too!!!! truly game changing and life changing as well. the way NO ONE was prepared for it. no one even understood in that room. she was one step ahead even from such an early time in her career. this one truly makes u understand that she's not just another popstar thank u very much.
POKER FACE - the first insanely popular hit. like yes the songs up until this one was Successful and popular. but this one?? honey there was no escape from this one. my first exposure to gaga as well <3 i was like 9 lmao. (it's also insane how it's going 4/4 in terms of the songs being actual hits lol) anyway did you know she says "fu fu fu fuck her face" in the chorus? now u know! sneaky and very strong gaga energy for this lmao. ALSO i love the live performances of this song because she makes it so fun all the time. mixing it up and all that. the dance is fun too! i dont know how to actually comment further because like what else can i say this is poker face.
EH, EH - this is the odd one out of the album right. it's so cute and bubblegum-ish compared to the rest of the album. and i like her!! a lot!! it's giving a little bit of retro too. when i think abt it this might be the odd one out of her whole career probably lmao. she's versatile, and keeps doing different things all the time. but this kinda cute-ish song is very rare for her. as i said i like it but now i wonder how the selection of this song went lol. this is also kinda reminding of her pre-debut stuff in some ways??? but it's been some time i might be wrong too. anyway, interesting and fun song imo
BEAUTIFUL DIRTY RICH - oh my it's so hard to pick my fave song from any album but like this may be IT. the cuntiness of this oneeee it's clear to me that this is kinda the direction that her music ended up turning after this album. in terms of the vibes and cheekiness and as i said, the cunt levels. there's also some jazz influence (? i may be using a wrong genre name here but U GET IT) even if it's minimal like cmon this song is SO GAGA. it's so her. it's so fun. this one deserved so much more popularity if u ask me. im eating up the delivery each time also
THE FAME - ooh baby the guitar in this she's a rock starrr <3 this is the most direct one in terms of the album's general theme and messages (i mean duh. the name lol). i like how the verses and chorus kinda have different vibes. verses being more guitar driven, and the chorus being more bubbly and poppy. it's fun, but nothing so mindblowing tbh but i still like it!
MONEY HONEY - okay cunt is back. we love it. the pre-chorus is SO delicious and then how it transforms to the chorus is even MORE delicious. this one would be so high in my ranking of the album you dont even know (if i could actually have a real final ranking lol). love how she's embracing the famous rich bitch vibe so much here. KI KI KISSES!!
STARSTRUCK - one of the more underrated tracks in my experience. honestly i love this one so much. feel like it's another lowkey unusual song from her, but she has the vibe down so well, the genre doesn't even matter. it feels so natural. the tasteful autotune sooo late 2000s man i feel that. the features work well too imo! this is all "jewels and drugs" wished it was tbh (we will get into it more in the artpop post tho, havent actually listened to that song in sooo long so i may be wrong once again lol)
BOYS BOYS BOYS - i always think "oh this one yeah ok whatever" but then im always having so much fun with it?? like i will have fun with it, but still not care a lot abt it tbh. it's a pretty straightforward pop track and doesnt really feel like a gaga-exclusive something to me. but i still enjoy it! love the little nod to just dance btw lol
PAPER GANGSTA - a piano hip hop influenced track <3 always love this vibe. still tho, kinda another unusual gaga song imo. out of all the hip hop influenced songs from her, this might be one of my faves. it's also more lowkey than the others. and that bar is not so high tbh lmao. so yeah i like it, nothing too special tho
BROWN EYES - okayyy believe it or not this is one of my most played songs from the album probably. i love gaga balladsssssss!!!! serve the VOCALS. give me everything. i love this one so much so much. also that guitar part in this like im listeningggg <3 this feels like some kind of a prequel to speechless, which is probably my fave gaga ballad ever. ough dont know what to say. this is the most vocals she showed in this album, and i know that this is Nothing compared to her full potential and talent. but!!! still so impressive for me. i just find her voice so (insert every positive adjective here) umm and also on top of that, comforting. so. yeah great great song imo
I LIKE IT ROUGH - futuristic vibes here we gooo i like this one a lot. this is also very signature gaga sound for her future career i feel like. especially the verses, but the chorus too to some extent. also one of the biggest earworms of the album for me
SUMMERBOY - okay this is also a somewhat cute-ish song but this one feels less cute for some reason. it feels more... naughty?? lol maybe that's why i dont find it too out of ordinary for her. but it kinda is when i think abt it! really reminiscent of her older stuff as i said (iirc) for "eh eh" too. but also love the rock influence too! maybe that's why i dont find it too out of the ordinary lmao. anyway this is really such a vibe it makes me so happy and silly i love it
DISCO HEAVEN - this one is probably the one i listen to the least from this album tbh. it's fun! but it doesnt feel that special for me. i love the instrumentals a lot now that i think abt it. but couldve used a stronger closer for the album maybe!! also never paid attention to how this album has so many spelling moments lmao truly 2000s vibes
#a post for me by me!! love and peace#tha alternative was to just post a bunch of music links and yell about them in the tags so#i find this more dignified#still a pretty jobless thing to do... oh well#gaga#rants#🗒#my commentary
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