#Nicky what r u saying

[soencersocks]

has anyone done this yet I hope they have not.. anyways I’ll make another with Gumshoe after

[belphiesgirlfriend]

Obey me! Brothers music taste headcanons

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more like ramblings than headcanons tbh but i had this stuck in my head and needed to get it out, also feel free to send requests for diff headcanons!

Cw’s: none!

Little bit satirical (i over exaggerate sometimes cuz it’s funny) but pretty in character overall i thinkk

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Lucifer:

• You know this motherfucker listens to classical music and classical music only cuz he’s boring

• Okay but jokes aside i see him listening to like 30’s 40’s 50’s music especially the love songs.

• Like straight up fallout 4 soundtrack music, he’d listen to it while doing paperwork or unwinding

• He’d definitely be really prideful (no duh) about his taste in music, he’d feel all fancy and refined when he tells people

• Type of dude to be like “modern music simply can’t compare to the classics…” shut up grandpa we get it u know bach’s zodiac sign, penis size, and mothers maiden name

• Wants to be different so bad, he’d strictly listen to music from his vintage record player or some shit cause it’s the “most authentic” way to listen, fr acts like a manic pixie dream girl (he’d hit me upside the head if he heard me say that sorry luci🫶)

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Mammon:

• r&b and spanish music

•but i feel like he’d like 2000s party music from all the clubbing and casinos

• def a weekend listener and like 90’s rap

• but also like i wouldn’t be surprised if he listened to some 90s rock too

• he’d listen 2 sublime or nirvana or local h (i’m projecting on the last one)

• but anyways he’d be a #1 rihanna fan he’d blast her music in his room but then deny liking her💀make it make sense!!

• also he knows her best album is loud CAUSE HE HAS TASTE!!

• also tyler the creator i get the vibe he’d love him

• kali uchis fan too

•ALSO i feel like he had a phase where he listened to juice wrld and was like “these cheating lying females….” after he got his heart broken by a witch YOU CANG TELL ME IM WRONG😭😭 it’s okay though cause he’s embarrassed by it now

• oh childish gambino too duh forgot about him

ALSO LET ME MENTION DINERO IS LITERALLY HIS SONG ITS ACTUALLY HIS

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Levi:

• this one’s gonna be real fucking short IM SORRYYY

• he listens to anime openings and game soundtracks

• also vocaloid

• that’s literally all i can think of dude

• he’d be like “i don’t have time for normie music…”

• his room is literally that old caramelldansen meme from 2019/2020

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Satan:

• this one was harder for me to pinpoint

• first instinct would be classical music but it’s canon he likes ska music too so 🤷‍♀️

• i really do feel like he’d listen to all types of music, like a true jack of all traits, if he likes it he likes it so his playlist is allllll over the place

• for some reason i get a vibe he’d really like 80s music in particular though

• the song that pops into my head is who can it be now? by men at work idk why

• maybe even older music i feel like he’d like sam cooke

• OH both him and belphie would like mazzy star and fiona apple idk why but they would

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Asmo:

• okay crucify me for this one but…mitski I JUSG FEEL LIKE HE WOULD

• but i also see him loving lady gaga a lot cuz he has taste

•omg he’d listen to old katy perry too

•but yea also probably lil nas x he’d have a celeb crush on him

• oh tyler the creator too with his gay ass, him and mammon both love him, they def have done a duet to see u again

• he’d be a barb probably defend nicki too😭

• and as much as it pains me to say it, he’d fucking listen to ayesha erotica and be like “this is so good!!!”, hed post a devilgram story with one of her songs and then get cancelled on twitter

• “I made a severe and continuous lapse of judgement…” and then did the same thing a week later

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Beel:

• type of guy when you ask him what music he listens to he goes “idk i don’t really listen to music”

• he legitimately looks up “hype playlist” on youtube to work out and that’s the extent of it

• really can’t see him being a big music guy

• if u invited him to a concert or something he’d go though for food

•he’d give you a piggy back ride so u can see better

• tbh if u were to put on music he would not care much no matter how good/bad it is

• you could walk in on him working out and literally listening 2 cbat or some shit

• HE LITERALLY IS CBAT GUY😭 he’d be like “i always use this song when i’m working out..

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Belphie:

• emo fucker

• i feel like he’d like emo/ 90s rock ( but more “rockish” than mammons 90’s rock)

• but he’d also love any more relaxing music with softer vocals

• he’d be a deftones fan I KNOW GHATS FUCKING BASIC AND UR ROLLING UR EYES BUT LISTEN

• they have the combination of 90s rock but also more soothing calming vocals, theyd literally b perfect

• and for that reason his favorite albums r koi no yokan and saturday night wrist, also their self titled,

• would call mammon a poser for his music taste “nirvana isn’t even *real* rock idiot🙄”

• but nah, also like i said in satans fiona apple and mazzy star fan

• he’d suck so bad though he’d go on twitter and be like, “if you like deftones ur a poser” (while being their number 1 fan, fucking brat) then turn off his phone and take a nap for the funny

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at the risk of sounding like playa hater of the year or (worse!) repeating myself. i think ep3 w/ louis telling lestat off about jackson square & the scenes with jonah&louis truly sold me on the whole color conscious casting. i think ive talked about or at least mentioned the real history of lynchings , how black charas r typically depicted in a horror & how louis killing the alderman was playing off both of those things there b4 so i wont repeat myself too much in regard to that lol. itll be abt jonah+ louis scene here. n ep1&2 was great of course & this is by no means disparaging that. but seeing how louis + jonah interacted truly was .. a lot for lil ol me. like i think that sold me on the colo consciousness of this show bc it truly did feel like these were black male characters, not black characters w/ white faces or pawns for white guilt overcorrecting . like these are characters. keith powell, a black man, directed this episode and it shows. there was a lot going on there w/ the body language, flirting, the use of vernacular, that all set a stage in a few minutes for a true sense of past intimacy these characters once shared and how this scene is both a hello & goodbye to that. one: giving louis a ‘past love’ with some of the same sentiment as lestat’s ‘past love’ with nicki was definitely profound. (bc babette was definitely not that. tho i do think how jonah&louis meet in europe later will be inspired by that?). even if it was a few affairs in the dark the show did a good job with the implications of jonah+louis being once past lovers+shared confidants in their sexuality/race. and drawing upon how modern louis viewed this: while the domestic front simmered on [vampire] diet and sanctioned infidelity, the western front started receiving american troops… and city ordinance 4118 [jim crow law] ensured uncle sam’s money went in ‘the right hands’. hes saying a lot in those few sentences. the historical situation of ww1, a transitory time in western history that these black men (& vampire) are situated in and how they choose to survive going forward. jonah going to europe to fight the war as an ‘escape’ from the repressive regime u live under to be ur ‘truer self’ v. past!louis rly believing his newly bestowed immortality & companion in such can give u some more time to hold onto what he has , even as the clock strikes twelve. anyways got off track here all is this to say i rly loved this scene btwn jonah+louis cuz they felt like real black men from the deep souf flirting w/ eachother in the dark and that along w/ what louis said abt jackson square in the beginning of this same episode sold me on the color conscious casting bit. like these people know how to write complex black characters & how they maneuver in a semi realistic setting for real.

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All For The Game Reread Thoughts!

I'm supposed to be revising for my A levels but instead I've decided to reread aftg (3rd time now) but it has been a Hot Minute since I last read it, so I have decided to compile my Thoughts™

And they are thus:

- Why is Neil pretending to be 19 if he's still in high school? This does not make sense to me

- (Not aftg specific but)The american school year ends in May and starts in August??? This is insane to me

- HE HAS BLACK HAIR???? This whole time I thought it was brown 💀

- Ok Neil being fluent in German makes more sense now knowing he spoke it for 3 years living in Austria, Germany and Switzerland

- Wymack wears jorts lmao

- Didn't realise the foxes were such a young team! This is only their 5th season!

- "It smelled brand new and felt like a dream, and it was all he could do to keep from smashing the taut net against his face." Ummmm Neil bb? Why r u trying to make out w the exy racquet??

- I forgot that Neil knew literally nothing abt the Moriyamas until he was told abt them

- Neil spent 8 months in France and 10 months in Montreal so it makes more sense to me now that he's that good at french

- Ok it says he has black hair multiple times how did I miss this

- "Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it" AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

- There's a canon band (featured on Kathy's show) called Hobgoblin's Thunder 💀

- "You're going to eat your words. You're going to choke on them" STAAAAAAHHHHPPPPP I'M ACTUALLY SCREAMING NEIL WHY DID YOU DEVOUR SO HARDDDDD

- Holdup the "Andrew's broad shoulders supporting me through life's ups and downs" internal monologue was in book 1??? Damn Neil, you just said you didn't like him 😭

- "What about the line-up?" Kevin asked.

Nicky winced. "Kevin, the man is dead. Like, permanently."

"It's not a major loss," Kevin said. FOULLLLLLLLLL

- I forgot Seth's first name was actually Bryan and Allison's middle name was Jamaica lmao

- "I'm fine" count: 8

*minor edit bc I realised the count was wrong

[qixjone]

ranking aftg monsters rizz

credits to: searchingforglendowerwithleah for the idea!

1. neil- hes the god of accidental rizz. he rizzed people and makes them fall in love with him on accident. and furthermore hes great at flirting (out of this group) when its with andrew. i feel like we need to bring in the whole thing with andrew bc not only did he accidentally rizz him, he flirted like his life depended on it when they got together. man always knows what to say- its just he only wants to say it with andrew

2. kevin- hes so bad but hes so good. man can barely flirt with the guys he likes but damn can he rizz up a whole stadium of people. like the whole switching hands. hot. but at the same time hes a human disaster

3. aaron- medium rizz. not too interesting. he can rizz. he has rizzed katelyn.

4. andrew aka the guy who drugged his crush bc he thought he was a threat then gave him the cheesest lines ever- the MIDDLE SCHOOL FLIRTING. like. comeon. “in mot a math problem.” “id still solve u” “i hate you but that doesnt mean i wouldnt blow you.” DUDE. its a wonder he bagged neil dear god

5. nicky- no rizz. completely rizz-less. kinda creepy. idk how he even got erick. man is just weird and creepy. talks about how hot u r infront of u in a dif language? hes a strange little man (derogatory) stay away from him for ur own good.

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Songbird || FIFTEEN

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

Warnings: drug use

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Part Summary: The band begin their tour.

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TRACK FIFTEEN;

SIP THE GOSSIP

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: FOOTAGE FROM CAMILA DUNNE’S VIDEO CAMERA:

Camila: [gasps] Look, Jules, it’s Daddy. That’s so exciting. “Coming to a city near you this winter.”

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KAREN SIRKO: Except it wasn’t true.

GRAHAM DUNNE: I mean, there was still no trace of her anywhere.

KAREN SIRKO: Didn’t show up for mixing, rehearsals…

Y/N L/N: I didn’t exactly know her really well at that point, but I tried to contact her, called around everywhere she had ever been, basically. I wanted to make sure she was okay.

WARREN ROJAS: Well, some of u couldn’t help but wonder if she was gone for good. 

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: And I think one of us was…probably hoping for that. 

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The band were all sat together in the studio. Y/N sat with Karen, her guitar resting next to her. Eddie sat on the other side of Karen though he made no effort to be a part of the conversation. Y/N tried to convince herself that she didn’t care, but she was lying to herself. She was indeed a little happier; having some space from him to figure things out did her a lot of good. 

Eddie ignored her hurt in more ways than one, but what hurt her the most was Camila ignoring her. Every time she would try and talk, even now, she wouldn’t stick around the conversation long. Y/N missed her friend a lot. She missed the late-night talks they would have; she missed looking after Julia. Y/N just missed her best friend a lot. Warren did his best to keep her spirits up, but he wasn’t Camila; she couldn’t have the same conversations she had with Camila with Warren. But Y/N appreciated his efforts anyways. 

To the surprise of everyone, however, Daisy walked in the door. After disappearing off the face of the Earth for three weeks, everyone was surprised to see her. 

They all sat around together, laughing and enjoying their time until the laughter slowly died down as soon as Billy entered the room, his gaze locked on Daisy. Y/N looked between the two; you could cut the tension with a knife. Gently plucking at her guitar, Y/N looked down, not wanting to witness the argument that would surely break out. 

Billy stood by the microphone, “Let’s just run Aurora with that new intro we were kicking around.”

“So you want to start the set with ‘Aurora’?” Daisy questioned, looking at the setlist. 

“That’s what we decided, yeah.” Billy says.

“Interesting.” Daisy said. 

“Warren, when you’re ready.” Billy says, turning around.

“And these are the songs that you want to sing?” Daisy interrupted. 

“That’s right.” Billy says, annoyance lacing his tone.

“No ‘Regret Me’? No ‘Look at Us Now’?” 

“Well, if you wanted to weigh in the time for that was weeks ago, when we first stared rehearsing.” 

“Do you guys need a minute?” Karen asked.

“No,” Billy says forcefully, “Warren, count us in.”

“Yes, actually, we do.” Daisy says, spitting her gum onto the paper before walking out of the studio, Billy storming after her.

“You know what,” Y/N says, “I didn’t miss this.”

It wasn’t long before Billy stormed back into the studio, with Daisy following slowly behind him.

“It’s gonna be a long tour so if you’d prefer to sit this one out, please be my guest.” Billy says.

“There’s no tour without me, you dumb son of a bitch.” Daisy retorts before turning to the rest of the band, “We’re playing ‘Regret Me’.”

“Fine.” Billy says.

“And ‘Look at Us Now’.”

“No.” 

“Yes.”

“I said no, Daisy!” Billy exclaimed, “Warren, count us in, for the love of fucking God.”

Another person entered the studio before anyone had the chance to play. Y/N knew she didn’t like him immediately with how he presented himself, and everything about him was off.

“What’d I miss?” He asked. 

“Who the fuck is this guy?” Eddie asks on behalf of everyone.

“Everybody, this is Nicky,” Daisy introduces, “My husband.”

“Hi.” Nicky says.

“What the fuck?” Y/N exclaims. 

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ROD REYES (tour manager): Managing The Six had somehow become the hottest gig in town. Billy never forgot what I’d done for him back in ‘71, so when he called me up, I jumped at the chance. Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Y/N L/N: Then we began the tour.

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Y/N looked at the buses as she began walking to the front one. This was all she ever wanted; sure, her name wasn’t on the side of it, but she was still performing to thousands of people. Initially, Billy didn’t want Y/N’s song in the setlist, but after she fought him on it for weeks, the band pitching in to back her up, he finally caved. It was one song; it was never her favourite, but she still got to sing in front of a huge crowd. 

Camila stood, giving Warren a hug goodbye. Y/N slowed down her walking as she lingered around Camila. As Camila turned around, she looked at Y/N, and she smiled. That was all, she smiled. But Y/N wasn’t going to take that.

“Hey, Camila,” Y/N says, “What’s going on with you?”

“What?” Camia questions, “Nothing, I’ve just been tired with Julia and-”

“Camila, we haven’t spoken in weeks, I miss you.” Y/N says.

Camila looks down and pauses, “I’m sorry I’ve been distant but I’ve been dealing with some things.”

“You could have talked to me about it, Camila,” Y/N says, “You know I’m always here for you.”

Camila gripped Y/N’s hand, “I know.” Camila pulled Y/N into a hug, and Y/N gripped onto Camila. 

“I’ll see you soon, Y/N.” Camila says, pulling away from the hug. 

Y/N watched her walk away; nothing was really resolved between the two. As Y/N began to step up to the bus, she noticed Camila walk past Eddie with nothing more than a wave. Eddie’s eyes followed Camila as she walked away, and Y/N felt her heart drop. 

She continued the final steps on the bus, found a seat next to Warren, and rested her head on his shoulder. 

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine.” Y/N says. Warren didn’t believe her, but he didn’t push as Eddie stepped onto the bus taking a seat near Karen. 

Y/N didn’t notice, but his eyes were fixated on her the whole time before the bus pulled away, and his attention was drawn away.

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WARREN ROJAS: Night one was in Albuquerque.

ROD REYES: See, you don’t start in New Your or LA, where the crowd is nothing but critics and suits. You want to start small, off-market, where you can get your sea legs under you, work out the kinks.

KAREN SIRKO: If I’m being honest, we were pretty sure Albuquerque would be a disaster…but it was fantastic.

Y/N L/N: That crowd was incredible; I was scared when I sang my song because it wasn’t the most popular on the album, but the crowd sang back with me; they sang to me. It was a feeling that I’d never experienced before, and it really made me forget about everything else.

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Y/N slumped back after snorting a line from the table, and another drink was thrust into her hand. She laughed along with Graham as Daisy took the sunglasses from his face. Y/N never felt happier than she did at that moment. She danced as much as she could in the cramped tour bus, took many drugs, and drank more than she probably should have. Despite everything troubling her, Y/N felt happy and on top of the world. 

…

Y/N L/N: I don’t remember much from that night [laughs]. I just remember that it was a good night. 

ROD REYES: By Christmas, they had the number three song in the country and the number nine son in the country. We booked them on Bandstand, Midnight Special. There were rumours about Saturday Night Live. All the shows were selling out, new dates being added all the time.

…

As the bus began to come to a stop, Y/N looked out the window. People were crowing around the bus, holding up signs and yelling. Y/N even saw people holding signs dedicated to her, and her heart couldn’t feel fuller. The doors opened, and each member of the band walked out one by one. 

“All right, all right, take it easy,” Rod yells in the crowd, “Don’t make me bring out the big guns.”

“Y/N!” A girl yelled, holding out a piece of paper for her to sign. 

Taking the pen out of her hand, Y/N sighed the paper before moving on to the next person, then the next, then the next before her hand started to cramp. From around her, Y/N could hear many people trying to get her attention, and she was finding it hard to keep up. 

“She’s so pretty!” One voice shouted.

“I wouldn’t mind a piece of that.” A much deeper voice shouted, causing Y/N to grimace. 

“Y/N!” Another voice shouted, a much younger voice than the rest, and Y/N turned. 

A girl stood, and she couldn’t have been more than eleven. Y/N walked over to the girl. 

“Hi sweetheart,” Y/N says, “What’s your name?”

“Sierra.” The girl says, obviously starstruck by her.

“Sierra,” Y/N repeated, “That’s a beautiful name.”

“Thank you.” The girl said shyly. 

“Do you have anything you want me to sign?” Y/N says.

The girl shook her head, “No I just wanted to tell you that I look up to you and that I love your song In The Morning.”

Y/N smiled wide. No one had mentioned her music yet, which didn’t bother Y/N; she was on tour as a member of Daisy Jones and The Six, not a solo artist. But hearing the girl tell her that she loved her music made Y/N want to take over the stage at the next concert and perform alone. 

“That’s really kind of you to say,” Y/N says. 

“I want to be like you one day, I want to be a singer.” Sierra says.

“Really?” Y/N says, “Well, for starters the only thing you need to be is yourself and secondly, when you do make it, and that’s not an if, it’s a when, give me a call.”

Sierra smiled wide before she hugged Y/N. Security began to move forward, but Y/N shook her head. When Sierra pulled away, her smile bright, she stepped back into eh crowd, giving Y/N a wave. Y/N smiled as she watched the girl go. 

As Y/N turned back around, her heart stopped. Eddie was locking lips with a girl, and he looked like he had no intention of pulling away. Every happy emotion Y/N felt suddenly drained from her body.

“Eddie, come on get out of here.” Warren says, pulling Eddie away from the girl. 

As Eddie pulled away, he made eye contact with Y/N and looked away. The heartbreak on her face was something he would never get out of his mind. 

***

After the show that night, Y/N lounged on the bus with the band, minus Billy and Nicky and with every word that came out of his mouth, Y/N liked him less and less. 

“So, your face is like on money and shit?” Warren questioned.

Nicky chucked, “No, no, no.”

“So you’re not really a prince.” Eddie spoke. 

“It’s complicated.” Nicky says. 

“Well, do you have land or power?” Graham asked.

“Do you have a job?” Warren asked.

“I’m a student of life.” Nicky announces. 

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Y/N laughed. 

Everyone mocks Nicky, and Y/N can’t help but cackle as Nicky gets up and walks away.

“Bye professor.” Eddie calls out. 

“Fuck off.” Daisy says playfully.

“Do you have a degree?” Warren calls after him.

Once Nicky and Daisy were out of sight, Y/N’s laughter died down a little, “Okay it can’t only be me who hates him, right?”

“Nope, I agree.” Graham says, and everyone else begins to chime in with reasons why they don’t like Daisy’s husband.

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ROD REYES: Let me tell you what it’s like to manage a rock band. We’re driving all over hell and creation, city to city, roadies and crew, the whole nine, and not one person -not one - ever asks how we’re always stocked up on gas. Or beery. Or the special tea Daisy likes that you can only get shipped in from Thailand. No one says ‘thank you’; no one notices a goddamn thing until something goes wrong.

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The next night Y/N couldn’t sleep; she had been tossing and turning all night, and nothing would send her to sleep. Getting out of the cramped bunk, she tiptoed through the bus and opened the doors letting the cold air fill the bus. 

She stepped outside, the gravel digging into her feet. She lit a cigarette and took a long drag, sighing. The tour life had been a lot more tiring than she originally anticipated. Show to show, journey to journey, there was always something happening to distract Y/N from her feelings and thoughts plaguing her brain. 

As she stood alone in the dark, Y/N had a chance to think about everything she wished she could stop thinking about. She wanted the thoughts to disappear from her head completely. 

When Y/N was young, she swore to herself that she would never get caught up over a guy. She always believed that if she got caught up over a guy, she would realise that they just weren’t worth her time. But with Eddie, it was different. Eddie got her in a way no one else did. 

She missed his smile, she missed his laugh, she missed his touch. Everything about him, she missed. 

When Eddie tried to kiss her that night, Y/N’s emotions went into overdrive. She was drunk, high and full of adrenaline. While she was in that state, there was no way she could believe that Eddie liked her; there was no possible way he could have any woman he wanted with a flash of his smile. 

When Y/N suggested they just break off their friendship completely, she believed it would do her some good. She thought she could finally move on; if anything, it made her feel worse, especially when he was avoiding her. 

When she finally had this time to herself, Y/N began to put things into perspective and see the bigger picture. Everything with Eddie and Camila avoiding her couldn’t be a coincidence, but Y/N didn’t want to admit it to herself; it would only make her spiral more. 

As Y/N threw the butt of the cigarette to the floor, she let out a yawn. Climbing back aboard the bus and shutting the door, she silently returned to her bunk - directly above Eddie’s. As she lay down and shut her eyes, Y/N drifted into a dreamless sleep. 

***

The performance the following day, Y/N was highly ready for. She had taken more drugs before the show than usual and was excited to get out there. Her song was third in the setlist, and when the intro started, Y/N walked up to her microphone at the front of the stage. 

As she opened her mouth to begin singing, Billy’s voice echoed through the stadium. Y/N’s head snapped in his direction, shock clearly shown on her face. What the fuck? She thought. 

…

Y/N L/N: He sang my fucking song. The prick. 

GRAHAM DUNNE: None of us knew what to do, so we continued to play. I mean, the show must go on.

KAREN SIRKO: Y/N left the stage and didn’t return for the following few songs. 

Y/N L/N: Billy was angry at me for not performing two songs. He had nothing to be fucking angry about; he sang my song. 

…

“Y/N you have to get back out there.” Rod says to Y/N as she seethes in anger. 

“I’m not fucking sharing the stage with him.” Y/N yelled, “That’s my song, Rod! I am meant to be singing it with Daisy, not him. The entire show is basically about him.”

Rod sighed, “You have to go back out there.”

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DAISY JONES: I don’t know what Billy was doing that night, but he sang Y/N’s song, and she was heartbroken about it. So I did all I could to fix the problem. 

…

The band walked off the stage, having their moment to breathe before Daisy and Eddie walked back on for ‘Two Against Three’. Y/N’s arms were folded as she glared daggers into the side of Billy’s head; she was beyond angry. 

“Y/N…” Karen says, trying to get her attention, but she ignores her; she ignores everything happening around her. 

“This song is usually a solo,” Daisy announced to the crowd, the crowd continuing to cheer, “And it still is, but it won’t be sang by me.”

The crowd silenced and waited in anticipation. 

“Please give a huge round of applause to our very own rhythm guitarist, Y/N L/N.” Daisy announced, and the crowd cheered. 

Y/N was stunned and didn’t start walking onto the stage until Karen gave her a slight push. 

“What are you doing?” Y/N mumbled into Daisy’s ear.

“Sing.” Was all Daisy said before leaving the stage.

Y/N stood up to the microphone as Eddie began to play the guitar. Y/N looked out to the crowd; usually, she was in the back. All the attention was mainly focused on Daisy and Billy, but now all the attention was focused on her. Closing her eyes, Y/N began to sing. 

Eddie watched Y/N the whole time, a smile pulling at his lips. She was in her element, and he couldn’t look away. Everything about Y/N was addicting. The sound of her voice was something he had always loved since the moment he had first heard her sing. 

Sensing that Eddie was looking at her, Y/N turned to face him, and she was surprised to find him smiling. Taking the microphone from the stand, Y/N fully turned her body to face him and continued to sing. The crowd faded away; it was only Y/N and Eddie. 

As the song ended, the arena erupted into cheers and shouts. Tearing her eyes away from Eddie, Y/N turned and faced the crowd, all sorts of emotions filling her body. The two walked to the centre of the stage; Eddie gripped Y/N’s hand, entwining their fingers as they bowed. His thumb gently brushed across the back of her hand. It was a small reassurance. You did it. Y/N looked at Eddie and smiled as they bowed once more.

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From 0% to 100% in what number the possibility that Nicky x Maritza will be canon in the show,or at least one of them have a crush to the other?

I will be honest, I have no idea if it would happen in the show considering that her character feels completely different from her pilot counterpart. Like here you can see the chemistry the small smiles, her acting like a cheetah playfully with nicky and etc. Small moments like this shows the dynamics those two have.

Which brings me to the other point where you can see her along the others worried for nicky going missing right from the get go.

Going back to WTRB

Look i know is a different take on the show with the characters but bro you got be freaking kidding, NICKY IS YOU'RE FRIEND HE BEEN MISSING FOR WEEKS ALREADY LIKE COME ON. Trintiy and Enzo are the only onces who are worried while maritza just acts like nicky does the usual and runs all the time or you know saying this without starting feeling worried at all which bruh, I love WTRB but sometimes is just ridiculous.

She does have a moments in episode 6 and 4 but that's pretty much it i can think of.

But after the season 2 teaser tralier i- was like B r u h really.

I genuinely don't know how feel with those two in show like i'm going back and forth and look if anyone's wants to prove any points feel free to share it.

I really wanna see they're relationship develop and hope for the love god we get to see it finally happening, because i'm still pissed that the left us with Buried Secrets and skipped with freaking Reset Day mhhmmmm ugh. For now only time will tell if season 2 can fix that if not then idk. I really miss they're pilot and books counterpart... But oh well @ghduck gave me more then enough with the fan fic he made. Which i'm still thankful for the work he did, close thing we get to a sequel for Buried Secrets and i'm exciting to see the next books the guy will make.

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Megan can't get up on her good foot because her good foot is on Nicki's neck. Her "big foot" made a big imprint.

Why doesn't Nicki tell her cult to stop doxxing people?

If there's one thing ppl know about Nicki is she's addicted to social media. She's always got her boots on the ground when it comes to discussions being had about her. So it's not like she doesn't see how dangerous it is to spotlight the ppl critical of her actions. She knows that. But she refuses to speak about it or tell her cult to stop.

Beyoncé has her stans too but she tells them to calm down when they start doing weird shit. Beyoncé doesn't like that. Nicki loves it.

She didn't come this hard at Remy or Kim because she felt they were out of the game. Megan is navigating her comeback and actually is as relevant (more relevant) than Nicki, so she's trying to derail Megan's career by saying the most low down foul shit about her. And Megan could literally be her daughter.

But Nicki is always talking about 'black women this' and 'black women that.' But always tearing down black women and calling them 'nappy headed hoes.' She pushes misogyny.

Nicki has the energy to blast bloggers for posting about her cult trying to deface Megan's mom's grave, but none of the smoke for the cult followers who are actually doing it?

This is the same woman whose brother's semen was found on the inside of his victim's underwear and then was convicted. And she wrote a letter asking for leniency.

It's crazy that she actually sat down, picked up her pen and decided to write 'u was humping on a minor.' Where's that same self awareness about your husband and brother? How do you feel about them? Or do you only care about it when it's a dig towards someone else? Did she have the same smoke for R. Kelly when he lied on Gayle King? No, because pedos and rapists are a protected class to her.

So what if Megan had lipo? At least she kept the integrity of her features and her ass still moves. Your ass isn't even proportional to the rest of your body. I mean, you bought an ass you can't even shake.

Nicki's beef with Megan started bec they did a collab and then Megan worked with Cardi. She was a newer artist, why wouldn't she take an opportunity? Nicki thinks when she gives a collab to someone she owns them for perpetuity. You can't just add random ppl to your cult bec they worked with you. Tf. She worked with you, she doesn't work for you.

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2 - Fuck Me Into Oblivion

The small girl beams as Nicki reaches her a wrapped gift and thanks her.

"Feel better, ok? I want to see you sitting in the front row at my concert when you do." Nicki grins, tucking the little girl into bed.

The girl nods and smiles widely, getting another hug from Nicki before she says goodbye.

Although Nicki hasn't gotten sleep in two days and is extremely stressed with the holidays approaching in just a few days, she made sure to head out and buy a bunch of gifts and toys and flew back to L.A to kindly give back to the sick children at the hospitals around town.

Nicki did the same kind gesture back home for all of the children in New York as well.

Kids were her weakness, she had a soft spot for them so she wanted to make sure that she could be the one to put a happy smile on all of their faces this holiday season.

"We didn't miss any children did we?" She questions her assistant as they walk through the bright-colored halls of the hospital.

Her bodyguards carry large bags overflowing with presents.

"No, you saw everyone. What do you want to do with the rest of the presents?" Her assistant asks.

"Let's drop them all off at a homeless shelter to give them to some children in need," Nicki suggests and her assistant nods and pulls out her iPad to find the closest one nearby.

The paparazzi began taking photos as Nicki and her entourage exited the hospital.

Nicki kept her head down and held her hand up to her face to dodge the bright flashes of the cameras.

They began to ask questions, but she remained silent and smiled brightly as she climbed into the backseat of her waiting car.

Nicki placed her sore feet up on the seat and laid her head back to relax and get a few minutes of quiet and sleep before their next stop, but her plan was quickly thwarted by her chiming phone.

Nicki groaned and pulled out her phone to see a text message from the number one annoyance in her life, Abel.

Headache😑🙄🤫: I just touched down in L.A are u here too?

Nicki contemplated leaving him on read but decided to play nice for the moment.

Nicki: Yeah, I am here. Decided to play Santa and give some toys to the kids at the hospitals around L.A

Before Nicki's eyes could flutter shut, the three little bubbles popped up indicating that Abel was texting back.

Nicki was a bit shocked considering he's the worst at texting back promptly.

Headache😑🙄🤫: oh shit! Does the mean-ass ice queen actually have a fucking heart?! A nigga is shocked 😱

Nicki rolled her eyes at his childish ass response and began to type back, she always made it her business to get the very last word in their texting or arguing wars.

Nicki: Fuck you! When was the last time your beaver-cheeked head ass did something even remotely charitable? 🤔

Headache😑🙄🤫: What? I donated 250,000 to black lives matter and thousands to other charities.

Nicki: Oh! Look who is finally acknowledging his blackness! 👏🏾

Headache😑🙄🤫: Fuck you! 🖕🏾

Nicki: you already did that, honey. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Nicki laughed when he didn't respond, slipping her iPhone into her Chanel bag and giggling because she got under his skin.

Their relationship was very unorthodox, they picked and argued with each other constantly, but whenever it came down to the sexual passion between them, all of that other shit went out of the window.

Nicki slipped on her black and gold designer shades and stepped out of the car when it came to a stop in front of the homeless shelter, she pulled her fur coat closed and threw on her hood to shield her from the abnormal L.A. chilliness, before strutting inside with a smile.

After gifting the children, she left to head back to her home in Hollywood Hills to prepare for her midnight flight back to New York for the holidays.

It was now afternoon and Nicki still was in desperate need of a nap.

After coming home and showering, she slipped into her silk robe and started receiving some phone calls and emails about upcoming work that distracted her from her sleep.

"I don't know right now, Drizzy. I mean, we can meet up in the studio after the holidays and come up with some fire, but right now I have so many other things going on."

Her album was so overdue, her fans were pressuring her to release new music and Nicki felt overwhelmed with everything going on.

Nicki sat on her cream-tufted couch, opposite her lit fireplace with her legs crisscrossed, a purple blanket was thrown over her shoulders, and her MacBook laptop placed in front of her as she typed away.

Nicki is responding to a few business emails while chatting on the phone with Drake.

"It's no rush, don't let the label pressure you about it, just enjoy your Christmas and I'll see you in the New Year," Drake responded.

Nicki sighed and started to respond when the chime of her doorbell filled up her home, causing her head to pop up from the computer.

"Who could that be? Hold on, Drizzy. Someone is at my door." She told him, slipping her iPhone into the pocket of her robe.

Nicki tied her robe tighter before making her way to the door, not bothering to check the security camera since no unauthorized visitors could enter her gate without knowing the passcode.

When she opened it, hankering hands clenched onto her voluptuous hips and dominantly pulled her close which caused her to gasp at the contact.

Her eyes widened a bit until she felt familiar, soft lips caressing hers and smelled the, oh so familiar manly scent of Tom Ford cologne filling her nostrils.

Her eyes shut automatically and she let out a fervent, soft whimper.

"Abel." She softly whispered, fluttering her eyelashes and moaning as his lips hungrily traveled from her neck down to her collarbone.

Her hands eagerly ran over his shoulders and gently up the side of his bearded face. "What are you doing here?" She whispered, cupping his face gently in her hands as he covered her skin with kisses, her eyes shut again at the contact.

He pulled her closer to him, nipping and pecking at her sweet spot tenderly, burying his face against her neck as his hands gently slid down from the small of her back to her round ass.

"I'm horny, baby." He groaned lowly against her soft skin, grabbing her hand and putting it on his dick so that she could feel how painfully hard he already was for her. "I want you..." He moaned.

Abel had spent some time scrolling through pictures that Nicki sent him of her posing seductively in sexy lingerie while he lounged at home.

The pictures got him worked up, which provoked his impromptu visit.

Nicki whimpered softly, feeling how hard he was, his long length stretched down past his thigh and aching to be inside of her. Nicki loved how he moaned when she squeezed it.

"Damn, it's that hard for me, Daddy?" She bit her lip and hissed, staring up into his eyes lustfully with her pussy already aching for him from the passion-filled kiss alone.

He nodded his head yes in response, his intense eyes traveling from her soft lips up to her almond-shaped eyes.

He steps closer, breathing in her air. "You not about to let this hard dick go to waste are you, mama?" He asked her, closing the door behind him.

"Mmm." She moaned. "Come give me that shit." She responded, giving it another squeeze before backing up and pulling him into the house by his belt buckle.

Abel didn't waste time, he eagerly lifted Nicki and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Nicki was so petite that she fit perfectly in his arms, and was light as a feather.

He carried her effortlessly through the large corridor of her mansion.

He didn't have the patience to take her upstairs into her bedroom, so he found the closest room possible.

He continued to kiss all over her, kicking the kitchen door open with his foot, before carrying her inside.

He sat her on top of the marble countertop and left hickeys down her chest as he eagerly ripped her robe open, revealing her sexy red thong and matching bra underneath.

He took a brief second to let his eyes roam down her barely covered body.

"Fuck, look at you..." He rubbed her thighs, biting his lip slightly.

"Put that pussy on my tongue right now." He pulled her forward, causing her to lay back on the counter with her legs in the air.

He parted her freshly oiled legs and began kissing her inner thighs, preparing to tear her thong off and feast, but Nicki suddenly jumps up and gasped which causes him to look at her in confusion.

"Drake." She mutters before jumping down off of the countertop and closing her robe.

Nicki forgot that he was on the phone and she worried that he heard the exchange between her and Abel.

"Drake? The fuck." Abel repeats, watching her as she puts her pointer finger up to her full lips, motioning for him to remain silent as she quickly shuffled over to the other side of the room to distance herself from him.

"Hello?" She says, pulling her phone from the pocket of her robe and putting it up to her ear.

Luckily, the sound of music filled her eardrum which indicated that Drake was distracted in the studio and didn't hear anything.

"Who was at your door?" His voice suddenly popped back onto the phone.

Nicki thought up a quick fib as she pushed her long tresses behind her ear and stared back at Abel, who was eye fucking her hard.

"Hang up the phone." He mouthed to her, but Nicki shook her head no.

"Umm.... it was the pizza guy." She stated, smirking at Abel before turning and leaning on the counter to finish her conversation.

"Oh, aight. Well, listen I was just sent this beat and I think that this shit would be perfect for you. Let me play it real quick."

Before Nicki could protest, a thumping beat began to play in her ear and it had a reggae vibe to it.

Nick tried to focus on it, she knew she needed to get the ball finally rolling on her new album, horny Abel would just have to wait.

Nicki's hips began to sway back and forth and move to the beat, she began to whine her hips rhythmically to the slowness of it, she could feel Abel's eyes on her and it just made her movements more seductive and taunting.

Abel grew more aroused while watching her. He sat quietly on the island enjoying the show that she was putting on for him, his teeth sinking deeper into his bottom lip.

"I already told this girl about teasing me, she's acting like I'm not savage enough to slide inside of her with that nigga, Aubrey right on the phone." He mumbles to himself, slowly running his hand over his beard in frustration.

Her short silk robe began to rise on her ass as she gyrated her hips, giving horny Abel a perfect view of her flawlessly smooth ass and fat pussy.

"So, you just gonna tease a nigga with it huh?" Abel mutters, practically drooling at the sight in front of him.

Her thong was barely visible because it disappeared in between her asscheeks.

Abel couldn't handle any more of her teasing, his dick was throbbing so hard that it began to hurt.

"I got something for your teasing ass..." He stands to his feet and begins to stalk toward her with his hard dick in his hand.

Nicki gasped when she felt Abel's hand wrap around the base of her neck.

Abel forcefully yanked her upright, causing her back to arch up and press against his chest.

He choked her lightly, trailing his nose up the side of her face with a smirk.

He thrusts hard up against her, earning a soft moan to spill from her lips. "What did I tell your sexy ass about teasing and toying with me like that, huh?" He fervidly whispered.

Nicki tried but failed to get out of Abel's tight grasp, he firmly had her body pressed against the counter, pushing his pelvis against her ass harder.

He choked her a little harder. "Answer me when I'm talking to you..." he demanded.

It took everything in Nicki to hold in her moans, she was accustomed to being the dominatrix in all of her past flings and relationships, but she loved how Abel took complete control of her and her body, although she would never tell him that.

"Abel, stop." She whispered, feeling him tug her tiny thong down to her thighs from behind.

He slipped his erection out of his jeans and slide it in between her thick thighs, causing her to shudder and place the phone down with a thud.

"What was that?" He taunts her. "You said you want me to stop?" He whispers in her ear as he grabs his length in his hand and begins to massage the head of it against her clit.

Nicki didn't speak, she just breathed deeply and held onto the counter tightly. The sexual friction that Abel was causing felt so fucking good that she was lost for words for a second.

He chuckles lightly. "I don't think this pussy wants me to stop baby, you are dripping all over my dick," Abel whispers.

Nicki's mind was in a frenzy, she forgot about Drake as Abel continued to toy with her clit.

Her nails scratched against the counter as she began to grind against the throbbing head of his manhood, loving how it felt, her hips moved in circles on it and the movements were bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm.

Low grunts vibrated against the back of her neck as Abel moved against her, his eyes were shut from the pleasure.

Her juices continued to flow like a river which made them both moan in unison.

"Fuck. Slide it inside me right now!" She panted, she desperately needed to feel his throbbing length deep inside of her.

"You want it, baby? Beg for it... beg for that dick." He whispered in her ear and began to massage the head of his dick against her clit faster.

"Shit, please I want it. Give it to me." She whimpered loudly.

Nicki wasn't the begging type, but the way this nigga had her feeling right now, made her like putty in his hands.

"You want what?" She could hear Drake's voice from the call that she mistakingly put onto speakerphone.

Nicki placed her hand over her mouth and froze, she could hear Abel lightly chuckling against the back of her neck.

"Um, the beat! I want the beat, it's fire!" She mutters in complete embarrassment, her cheeks turn bright red.

She could hear Aubrey chuckling, his deep voice can be heard on the line soon after. "Yeah, whatever you say, Nicki. I think the pizza boy came in to break you off a piece of his breadstick or some shit." He laughs again.

Nicki then heard guys from Aubrey's crew laughing in the background of the call, which meant that she was on speakerphone.

Abel began to laugh even harder which pissed Nicki off.

Nicki angrily elbowed him in his stomach and pulled away from his hold, before yanking her thong up and hanging up the phone on Drake.

Abel watched her storm away while he continued to childishly snicker in the entryway of her kitchen.

Her baby pink fur slides flapped against the marble flooring with each stride that she made.

"Nick, where are you going? Come back, mama. Don't be like that." Abel called after her before trailing behind her down the long foyer, the little smirk still tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Get the fuck out of my house, nigga. I'm a laughing stock now, right?" She stated bitterly.

"Since when did you become so sensitive?" He asked as he watched her head towards the large staircase of her home, her long black hair whipping from side to side as she moved.

"I am sick and tired of being the butt of everyone's fucking joke. All of the media got some shit to say about Nicki, making a joke of my name! I am tired of it! Fuck this bullshit!" She huffed.

It finally hit Abel, Nicki has been under a lot of stress with the media since Remy's little diss track dropped a few days ago.

Nicki hadn't even listened to it yet, but the response on social media was enough to negatively affect her.

They have been dragging her on every social media platform and it's clear that Nicki doesn't know how to deal with the stress.

Nicki looked back at Abel in frustration. "Sometimes I wish I could hang all of this celebrity shit up and be normal."

Abel could hear the sadness in her voice which was a rarity for her since she is one of the strongest people Abel knew.

All joking was quickly put to the side and he became serious as he stared at her.

He knew all about the many stresses of stardom firsthand, which is why he never did interviews and tried to keep himself as private as possible.

"Come here. I'm sorry alright?" Abel swiftly grabbed Nicki's arm and pulled her towards him, turning her body to face his.

Nicki could look into his dark eyes and see that he was genuinely sorry, but she still wanted to be stubborn.

"You not sorry," Nicki said with an attitude, her New York accent thicker than usual, as she frowned up at him.

Abel smiled a bit, admiring her frowned-up face and adorable spoiled pout.

He leaned over to kiss her lips and gently trailed his nose against hers.

"Do you want me to show you how sorry I am?" He mutters with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Nick bit her lip, peering up at him as his hand unties her silk robe again and he begins to slowly trail a line of kisses down her chest and stomach.

The second his hand reaches her upper thigh, his cell phone begins to chime, causing Nicki to whimper in sexual frustration.

"Just give me one second, baby." He states, standing upright and pulling his phone from his back pocket.

Nicki watches him step into the other room for some privacy before heading back towards the living room to wait for him.

As she flips through the tv channels, Abel enters with a somber expression on his face.

"Can I get a rain check, baby?" He asks with a sigh as he walks over to her with his hands stuffed inside of his pockets.

"Are you serious?" She whines, tossing the remote to the side.

"Cash booked me a studio session with Future. I also need a favor..."

"What is it, nigga? First, you're bailing out on me and now you need favors from me?" Nicki argues, glaring at him.

Abel chuckles. "Nah, my baby girl Nadia is supposed to be coming over to my house in an hour and I don't want to take her to the studio with me because she's going to be bored and you know how crazy all of my niggas are. Can you please watch her for me?" Abel asks.

Nicki raised her brows. "Alright, so no dick, and now I'm a babysitter?" She sassed, crossing her arms in a frustrated manner.

"Where is that ratchet baby momma of yours? Didn't she have at least one night off from the strip club to be a mother for once?" Nicki grumbles, crossing her legs on the couch in a huff.

Abel licks his lips and rolls his eyes. "Come on, baby. You don't have to come for my baby's mom like that. You're the only person that I trust with my daughter and she loves you."

Nicki's dimples pop out a bit. "I love her too. You are completely ruining my beauty sleep though, nigga so you owe me!" She snaps.

Abel licked his lip. "I'll make it up to you, just say the word and I'll do anything you want me to do, mama. Anything..." He spoke suavely as he approached her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off of the couch, holding her up by her booty, and kissing her lips softly.

Nicki giggled and blushed. "Anything that I want?" She questioned.

Abel nodded. "Anything you want, it's all yours. Just name that shit, ma." He presses his forehead against hers.

Nicki tilts her head to the side slightly. "Alright, Abel fine. You have to come back early and get my honey bee before my flight back to New York at midnight, okay?" She says.

"Thank you, beautiful." He smirks, kissing her.

Hours Later:

"Alright, baby girl! Do it again for me, let me see it!"

Nicki smiles as she holds up her iPhone and records Nadia as she expertly lip sings to the hook of Super Bass dramatically and dances around.

Nicki and Nadia had spent the past few hours having fun together.

They baked some cookies, did facials, manicures, and pedicures, and even took a dip in Nicki's indoor pool and jacuzzi. Nicki did Nadia's makeup also and gave her, her Christmas gift early.

Nadia always had fun when she spent time with her favorite gorgeous life-sized Barbie doll Nicki, though she could never tell her mom about her visits since she promised her dad that she wouldn't.

"That was amazing! I am going to send the Snapchat video to your dad." Nicki said.

"I'm a natural-born performer like you and my daddy right?" Nadia says as poses with Nicki's sparkly, pink bedazzled microphone in her hand.

Nicki giggled. "Yass, honey! You performed my songs better than me! Are you trying to steal my spot? Huh?!" Nicki playfully pulled Nadia down on the carpet and started tickling her.

They both exploded in a fit of giggles until Nadia and Nicki couldn't breathe.

Nicki smiled down at the beautiful curly-haired child as she rolled around on the carpet.

Suddenly the front doorbell rings and Nicki glances at her diamond-encrusted Rolex.

"That must be your daddy coming to get you," Nicki says as she pulls herself up from the carpet and slips her slippers on.

"Nooo!" Nadia whines, sitting up on her knees as she pouts.

"I don't want to go yet, I am having so much fun with you! Can I stay the night, Miss Nicki?" Her eyes light up.

"Aww, I would love that honey bee, but I have a late flight to go catch to spend Christmas with my family and you have to spend Christmas with your momma and your family." Nicki ruffles over her bouncy curls and kisses her on the top of her forehead.

The doorbell loudly chimes again. "Ugh! Your daddy is so impatient! Be right back little honey bee!" Nicki jogs over to the double doors and pulls them open to see Abel leaning against the doorframe.

Nicki glances at him, noticing that he has changed his clothing to an all-black outfit, and his eyes were slightly tinted pinkish, indicating that it was something in his system.

He licks over his lips as he eyes her. "Hey, sexy." He says in a slightly deep voice.

Nicki puts her hands on her hips and frowns at him with a stern expression on her face.

"I know you aren't high right now, Abel. How in the hell are you going to come pick up Nadia with some weed in your system? I'm not letting her get inside of your car."

Abel smiled a little bit, he loves how protective Nicki is over his little girl.

"Chill, mama. Freddy is driving the Lambo and I just had a few pulls."

He reaches his hand out to feel on, Nicki but quickly retracts it when they hear the sound of tiny footsteps approaching.

"Daddy!" Nadia comes running to the door and right into Abel's arms.

"Hey, my princess! You had fun with Miss Nicki?" He wraps his arms around her and leans over to kiss her cheek.

"Yes! I don't want to leave, I'm having so much fun!" She whines, latching her arms tightly around Abel's legs.

"Aw, princess. I have to drive you back home to your momma. You gotta go to your grandma's house and celebrate the holidays tomorrow." Abel dotingly runs his hands over her curly hair.

She pokes her lips out. "I don't want to go over there, though, Daddy. The house smells like old people and cats!" Nadia whispers. "Ms. Nicki's house smells like cookies and perfume."

Nicki giggles to herself and squats down to her level, to talk to her.

Abel, in his high and horny dazedness, totally zones out of their conversation because his wandering eyes are focused on Nicki's perfectly poked-out booty that jiggles around like jello in her sweats every time she moves.

He snaps out of it when Nicki stands upright and she and Nadia hug.

"Baby girl, give me a second to talk to Miss Nicki, go grab your things, okay?" Abel kisses her forehead before she runs off.

Abel follows Nicki into her downstairs office area for privacy and lifts her onto her glass desk, standing in between her open legs.

They could still keep an eye on, Nadia who is chilling in the living room, through the opened double doors of the office.

"Have you thought of a way I can repay you yet?" He mutters, leaning in to press his soft lips against hers.

"Don't get cute with me, Nigga. I didn't do it for you. I did it for my little adorable Barbie over there." She smiles at Nadia whose eyes are glued to the cartoons that are playing on the television.

"Come here..." Abel mumbles, grabbing her hands in his to pull her forward a bit.

Abel wraps his arms around her curvaceous hips and gently pulls her towards him, leaning forward to kiss her which causes her body to heat up, but she tries to play it off.

He deepens it, pressing his lips against hers until her legs wrapped around his body, this kiss was different from any normal kiss between them.

He wasn't very aggressive or dominant like usual, he kissed her softly, yet passionately which made Nicki swoon, although she would never admit it to him or anyone else.

When they pull apart from each other, Abel licks his lips and Nicki wipes over her mouth, hoping that he didn't notice her blushing.

"Didn't I just tell your ass not to get cute?" She says, trying to hide the smile that is trying to form on her face as she pulls away from his embrace.

He just smiles at her, shaking his head slightly at her craziness. "Goodnight, Onika."

He places another sweet kiss on her forehead before walking over to the couch to grab Nadia's overnight bag.

"Thanks again for the Barbie chain, Ms. Nicki!" Nadia chimes as she happily wraps her arms around Nicki's legs and smiles up at her with a gapped smile.

"No problem, sweetie! Enjoy your Christmas okay?" Nicki smiles and hugs her back.

Soon Abel and Nadia are driving away, leaving Nicki all alone.

Nicki realizes that she doesn't have enough time for the long nap that her body needed and she wasn't getting the pipe that she now craved after that passionate kiss, so she decided to finish packing her suitcase and hopped inside the shower before her flight.

The glass-encased walk-in shower quickly steamed up as she stepped inside, her body flinched from the powerful jets pounding against her sensitive skin.

Nicki closes her eyes tightly as she steps underneath the waterfall-styled shower head, allowing the warm water to gently wash over her face and hair, causing it to become curly.

Her pink loofah ran from her neck to her chest, suds, and foaming bubbles appearing on her skin from her body wash as she scrubbed and exfoliated, she spent the next half an hour washing her hair and enjoying the feeling of the warm water beads dancing against her body.

Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at the mirror that hovered right above her, she was startled when she saw Abel standing there, outside of the shower door, watching her closely and fixedly as if she was a rare, priceless, art piece in a museum.

"Fuck! You have to stop doing that!" She covered her breasts.

"I didn't mean to scare you, baby. I just came in and you had me lost for words..." He mutters, his mouth watering at the sight of her.

Abel's eyes wandered slowly down her exposed body, analyzing every immaculate curve, his eyes moved upward to her wavy, wet hair that cascaded past the small of her arched back, certain parts stuck to her face and body from the heat of the shower.

Nicki wondered why he decided to stand and watch, instead of joining her.

Nicki boldly turns to face him, teasingly rubbing her body against the glass.

"Are you gonna come and get this shit or what?" She says, running her hand over her freshly waxed pussy and biting her lip.

Abel smirks and silently begins to unbuckle his belt. When he has it unfastened, he takes his time pulling down his jeans and stepping out of them.

He can barely even concentrate on getting undressed because his eyes can't peer away from her wet body.

Nicki's mouth watered when he began to lift his shirt over his head, her eyes trailed from his slightly hairy chest that she always loves to rake her fingers through when she is riding him, down to his well-endowed dick protruding out of his Versace boxer briefs.

Nicki couldn't even attempt to hide her eagerness as Abel stepped into the shower with her, she anxiously grabbed his face and began kissing him passionately, letting him rub her body and tongue kiss her roughly as his nails dug into her wet juicy ass before giving it a firm slap.

He forced her back against the opposite shower wall and began to dominate. The water cascaded down on them, soaking them both.

He pinned her against it and quickly hoisted her legs up to wrap around his waist, her arms wrapped tight and secure around his neck as they continued to kiss feverishly.

"Damn it..." Nicki moaned softly in his mouth when she felt his hard member poking at her lower lips as he grinds against her.

Abel finds a way to slip his hand in between them to toy with her throbbing clitoris, he rubs it in circular motions and buries his face against the crook of her neck to leave passion marks.

Nicki's low moans filled the shower as she threw her head back against the shower wall and slowly moved her hips in motion with his fingers.

Abel's tongue slides down her neck until he reached her protruding, hardened nipples that he began to suckle, lick, and bite.

"You want this dick inside you?" Abel taunts, staring up into her eyes that continuously rolled in the back of her head.

Nicki couldn't speak so she just nodded and bit her lip, staring back into his dark eyes.

"You gotta get this shit soaking wet for me first, baby girl. I want it nice and slippery, I want cum dripping from your pussy... when I slide deep inside. I want to feel all of that shit... all over my dick..." He whispers lustfully to her.

Nicki starts to cum, hearing him talk like that mixed with the beautiful and pleasurable feelings that he was unleashing on her body was too much for her.

"Yeah, get that shit nice and wet for me, baby. Cum... all over my fucking fingers." Abel coaxed her.

After working her through her climax, he carried her out of the shower and draped a towel over her wet body.

In no time they made it into her luxurious bedroom where Abel laid Nicki on top of her pink silk sheets.

Abel climbed on top of her, sexily kissing and licking all over her, from her full breasts down to her navel.

Onika grew so aroused from his teasing that she had to reach down and rub herself for some sort of sexual fulfillment.

Abel paused, staring down in between her thighs and watching as she desperately rubbed against her clit that was hardened and covered in her juices.

He slowly licked his lips at the sexy sight before him.

"Mmm shit, I don't remember giving you permission to rub on your pussy, baby." He teased, watching her rub faster and shiver from the contact.

Before she could respond to him, he took the tip of her clit into his mouth and sucked on it while she continued to rub.

He then removed her hand and started swirling his tongue around it which caused her to grip the back of his head and whimper.

He then began to flick his tongue against it rapidly, which caused Nicki's toes to curl.

"Shit... yes baby, lick that shit!" She moaned, moving her hips to grind against his face.

He then took it into his mouth and sucked fiendishly as he moaned in between her legs.

He didn't even go as far as using his fingers, he just ate the soul out of her until she couldn't form words.

It felt so pleasing to Nicki that all she could do was moan his name over and over and she gasped for air and soaked his face in her wetness.

Her hands gripped tightly onto the sheets, but when he started sucking faster, they shot up to her mouth to muffle her shrieks.

Nicki couldn't handle his skilled tongue, her thighs quaked uncontrollably and her entire body tingled underneath him as she neared her second orgasm.

Abel knew Nicki's body like the back of his hand, so he knew that she was near her release.

He firmly wrapped his arms around her small waist and licked, sucked, and slurped faster. Nicki gripped his hair, grinding faster against his face while staring down at him.

"Yeah, nigga! That's it! I'm cumming!" She screamed out and her body jerked against the bed as she drenched his tongue and face with her juices. Her cries of ecstasy filled the room.

Abel kissed her clit gently a few times as it twitched against his lips.

He licked his lips, reveling in her taste as he watched the rest of her juices slowly gush out and trickle onto the sheets like liquid candy.

Her pussy, wet and dripping was a beautiful fucking sight to Abel and it made him hungry all over again.

"Fuck..." Nicki heard him groan and before she could begin to protest, his face was buried yet again and he was ravishing her numb clit.

Nicki began to squirm and moan, attempting to pull away and close her thighs, but Abel held her thighs up securely and sucked unrelentingly until Nicki was in tears and reaching her second orgasm.

Abel glanced up to see her trembling hands gripping her forehead as she panted breathlessly. Her fingers twitched uncontrollably as she tried to gather herself and breathe.

He snickered. "Damn, baby girl. I got you doing fucking sign language and shit." He cracked as he wiped her essence from his face.

"Nigga, shut up..." She rolled her eyes as he came up and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

In the midst of their heated kiss, Nicki reaches down and begins to jerk Abel's dick and rub against the tip that dripped pre-cum.

Abel moaned against Nicki's soft lips. "What you about to do with it, mama?" He asked, biting his bottom lip as he stares deep into her eyes.

Nicki proceeds to slip it inside of her, earning a deep grunt from him.

"Mmm fuck, that's how you doing shit, huh?" He says as he begins to thrust inside of her as he grips on her thighs.

Nicki moans. "Yeah, that's how I'm doing shit. Fuck me..." she whimpers, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him in closer as she thrusts underneath him.

"Shit, baby. Damn..." Abel groans low in Nicki's ear, feeling Nicki's walls clench around his length tightly.

Abel's strokes were slow and deep which was new to Nicki, her mind was in a frenzy as she felt every inch like it was in the pit of her stomach.

The noises erupting from her were so embarrassing, her moans were usually very sexy and seductive, but Abel's strokes had her sounding crazy and they were both too lost in ecstasy.

Abel peppered kisses against her face and chest as he rolled his hips at the perfect rhythm, filling Nicki up until she started leaving scratches down his back and moaning in his ear.

He then flipped over, pulling Nicki on top of him in a swift motion.

"Ride this dick, bounce up and down on this shit, and you better not fucking stop..." He growled, reaching up to wrap his hand around her throat as he watched her work.

Abel's forceful side began to emerge which just made Nicki wetter, she rode his dick expertly, grinding and bouncing on it fast while he choked on her neck until her voice was hoarse from screaming.

Her head was thrown back and her mouth gaped open as her breasts bounced with each stroke, sweat dripped from her body onto his, and warm tears welled up in her eyes.

Abel loved watching Nicki ride, she could barely handle his large dick in any other position but when she was on top of him she handled her shit like a true freak.

"Damn, you look so good riding that dick baby, you covering that shit in your cream... that's so fucking sexy." He groaned.

He used his free hand to squeeze on her breast as he forcefully rammed up into her, causing her to almost fall off, but she grabs onto his shoulders for stability.

"Yeah, Daddy... fuck this pussy! Yes! Fuck, Abel!" She whines.

Abel wanted to bust, the shit felt so good to him, but he refused to give Nicki the satisfaction, he knew he had to make her cum first.

Releasing her neck, he firmly grasps both of her hips to force her down on his length harder and faster, he starts pounding deep into her core, hitting against her G spot, and Nicki felt every powerful thrust in the pit of her stomach.

"Oh fuck! No!" Nicki whined, trying to climb off, but Abel had her in his clutches.

Abel smirks, staring up at her unraveling before him. "Don't run now, where are you going?" He teased. "You can't handle that shit in your guts?" He asks with an evil chuckle.

"Abel, please. Fuck! I can't take it, baby..." Nicki cries out helplessly, scratching her long acrylic nails down his chest.

"Cum for me... I want all of that shit, baby. Give me that fucking cum!" Abel urged her, keeping his deep strokes fast-paced.

"Shit! Ahhh Fuck! Pull out! I'm about to squirt Ahh!" Nicki cried in a strained voice.

Abel lifted her off in time for her to squirt all over his midsection and the bed sheets, she flooded him like a faucet and collapsed next to him, a trembling mess.

Abel was completely astonished by the big mess that she made all over him.

"Damn, mama. I made that pussy squirt." He laughs and glances over at Nicki who was still recovering in the fetal position on her side.

"You gonna let me get mine now, mama?" He asked, scooting behind her and pushing her sweaty hair to the side to kiss her shoulder.

"Nigga hell no! My pussy is broke ok, it's out of order like McDonald's ice cream machine! Get the fuck out of here with your energizer bunny ass!" Nicki whines and pants.

Abel couldn't help but laugh as he peppered soft and sweet kisses on her neck and back.

"Now you know I'm not trying to hear that shit..." He slides back in from the side, causing Nicki to gasp as she clenched around him.

He fucked her slowly, causing her to lose her breath with every stroke.

"Abel, oh my god! My flight! I was supposed to be at the airport right now! I can't miss the holidays with my family." Nicki complains as he moans and grunts in her ear.

"I will get you another private flight out... Just let me work it like a pro, baby..." Nicki can already tell that he's close.

"And you gonna take it like one..." He whispers to her.

[caihongs]

been reading a lot of landoscar these days and i tested the loscar waters as well… and somehow this led to 1.6k words of alex/logan. not sure if i can get myself to write the rest but i thought it was good enough to post on here :’))

They’re in the car and Lando is still riding his podium high, the glow on his cheeks not just from the champagne but the adrenaline and pride running through him like currents of electricity. He turns to Alex after taking an inordinate number of selfies, hat tipped up so that he can look at him in the eye.

“Man, I can’t wait to see Oscar tonight,” he says, languishing in whatever the hell tonight means with a serene smile.

“Whatever do you mean?” Alex asks, voice high and quiet as they trundle out from from the circuit, driving slow so they can still wave to fans.

“Well… I’m sure we’re going to have fun tonight. That’s all.” He says it, staring at Alex like he’s supposed to just get it. Lifting his bushy eyebrows and making big, suggestive eyes at Alex.

“Okay mate,” Alex replies curtly, almost upset that he doesn’t know what Lando is insinuating, preferring to stare out the window than entertain him. Lando leans in closer and Alex is privy to the sight of his pores and scruffy facial hair.

“Haven’t you… you know. With Logan.” Alex’s eyes naturally grow three times in size. The chatter up the front between Jon and Patrick has blurred into white noise.

“Haven’t I what with Logan?” he whisper-shouts and a large wrinkle forms in between Lando’s eyebrows as he surveys Alex’s expression.

“Oh… I just thought—hmm, never mind.” It’s the nonchalance that Lando has, unintentional or not, that contributes to the rising anxiety that climbs up Alex’s throat. It probably is intentional, knowing Lando and his uncanny ability to make you feel uncomfortable in a split second. Alex has known him since they were kids and has been the victim to this many times before.

But this time it’s different.

What are Lando and Oscar engaging in that is so secret? Is it enriching his young teammate’s life? Providing him with the foundations to grow and develop as a young driver in his first year in F1? Has Alex failed Logan?

To: Lando

what are u playing at

Alex types in furiously before shooting a pointed glare at Lando. The text notification pings noisily and Lando checks his phone before staring back at Alex, an ambiguous expression drawing on his face.

Lando

r u sure u don’t kno what i’m talking abt

cmon alex you’ve had teammates b4

Alex doesn’t know what that’s supposed to mean. There was Daniil, Max, Nicky, before Logan. All three of them shared virtually nothing in common—apart from a girlfriend, the same seat… semantics.

Alex

come out w it already

Lando gives him another unnerving look before he gestures with his hand to come closer. Alex warily leans in and Lando cups his hand around his ear.

“Didn’t Max you know… give you a blowy or something after your first podium?”

Alex blanches.

“No?! Wh—why would he?” Alex whispers back and Lando retreats, frowning at him.

“It’s a tradition Alex. Like… a vintage F1 thing I dunno. That’s what Carlos told me,” he says defensively and it’s Alex’s turn to frown at him.

Max had DNF’ed Tuscany. Asking for a blowjob from Max Verstappen after retiring a race would have been a death wish.

“So what, you just exchange… favours with your teammate after they podium?” There is so much to unpack here.

Daniil, Max, and Nicholas had all been seeing people when Alex was working with them. And even if they were and still wanted to seek out this… tradition, he was not nearly close enough with them to be comfortable giving them any sort of pleasure or engage in homewrecking behaviour. Daniil had a girlfriend at the time, who despite everything, ended up with Max in the time that Alex had been both of their teammates. Even if they did want something, he knows he wouldn’t have been their first choice. It would have been Pierre or Daniel or virtually anyone but him.

And well… Nicky was Nicky. Thinking back, he liked Nicholas enough to maybe give him a handy after Japan, but he retired that race and wanted to rot in his room with Lily rather than get anywhere near his teammate’s dick.

Plus, Lando has enough podiums to warrant that kind of thing. Alex drags the FW45 into points and he would never want Logan to serve him like some kind of dog. He’s already struggling with the car and the pressure as is. Propositioning his twenty-two-year-old teammate also feels illegal.

And after all that, Logan would probably want to make out with Oscar more than Alex.

“Yeah well it’s not like a rule but y’know. They call it team bonding,” Lando says with a slimy grin that Alex wants to peel off his face like a visor tear-off.

“You’re an idiot.”

Jon’s ears perk up at the sound of Alex berating Lando.

“What did I miss?”

“Nothing!” Lando squeaks out like a school boy just caught flipping through a dirty magazine and Alex properly claps him over his bucket hat.

Once they get off and go back to their hotels, Lando just holds onto Alex’s wrist and sends him a message with those hazel eyes that get Lando just about anything in life. The message doesn’t get through because Alex does not want to ask or do anything about this topic or revisit it any time soon. He pats Lando on the back before scuttling off to the elevator.

After a shower, Alex is left to his own devices. Against his own will, he’s reminded of Lando and Oscar somewhere in this hotel and then vivid images of them—

He rubs his eyes and presses his forehead against the glass of the desk in his room.

Logan is not a bad looker. He’s attractive, in fact. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, and with a weirdly sonorous voice. He’s blatantly American, what with his selection of favourite movies and idiosyncratic language, which Alex has taken time getting used to since they first met. But it’s not a complete turn-off. They get along well both in and out of the car—Logan, green and zealous despite his normal, relaxed disposition and Alex more than willing to teach him the ropes. He also laughs at whatever Alex says but isn’t afraid to call him out when he’s talking rubbish. Alex’s loose lips usually get him in trouble but what Logan says when the cameras aren’t around makes him wonder what else he does when Alex isn’t around either.

Lily’s never been into white guys but she agrees when he calls her, unable to stew in his own thoughts any longer, that Logan is in fact, not bad.

‘Not bad’ is her way of making Alex feel better when the person at hand is not exactly her type—tanned, big eyes, funny… Alex could go on but Lily’s taste veers off into unknown territory past those three traits. She’d found Lando’s ex cute and Yuki sweet, so he’s not sure where the Venn Diagram would be drawn between those two.

“If you want babe… you could just ask him.”

“Hmm?” is Alex’s intelligent response. They’re sunbaking on a boat in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea and Alex is both sun-fatigued and exhausted after Lily had wrangled him below the deck before lunch. This is what twenty-seven does to you.

“If he’s interested.”

“In what?”

“Were you even listening to me?”

Alex looks down at her and immediately locks eyes with her shiny lips, then the sunscreen streak on her cheek that she missed. Lily pokes him in the cheek with a roll of her eyes.

“I meant Logan. I dunno, maybe the next GP will bring you guys something good… then you can broach the—” she gestures vaguely at his crotch and Alex groans. The downforce required at Zandvoort is nigh impossible for their car but he still wants—

He wants to ask. Which is terrifying.

Logan’s been having a hell of a summer break as well. He’s not missed the Instagram posts of him and his mates, who more or less kind of look like him, hanging out by the pools and doing whatever it is young people do but Alex digresses. Maybe he’ll be well-rested and ready to tackle the second half of the season. Maybe he won’t be entirely creeped out by Alex wanting to touch his dick.

Whether he gets his dick wet or he’s the one with his hands down Logan’s pants… that’s something they can iron out.

Lily just laughs at his look of confusion and disbelief morphing into latent realisation. She knows him better than he knows himself sometimes and it’s strange to think that she’s okay with this. If she ever wanted to do something with someone else, Alex doesn’t know if he’d be able to handle it as gracefully as she did. As she does. He’d always want her to be happy and fulfilled, and knows that she’d always come back to him, but putting that into words is difficult for him without coming off insecure or doubtful. He doesn’t know if he could truly be uncertain of her when she’s been by him, through sickness and health and near-death, bar the shiny rock. They’re not quite wanting that yet.

So if he sucks off Logan Sergeant come next GP, he’ll do her proud.

“You’re thinking too much right now Alex Albon.” He furrows his eyebrows at her and swipes away at her sunscreen.

“Sue me for thinking very hard about this.”

“Oh I’m sure you are.”

She cackles when he turns around and scoops her up. Alex is twenty-seven but he still has a little fight in him.

[nutria--oscura]

Y'ALL HAVE ME SO SCARED FOR THIS (@cookies-over-yonder @officialgleamstar y'all's posts have slain me) HERE WE GO

like, i'm crting and i haven't even stareted the ep yet wtf-

~spoilers for S2 ep35 under the cut~

preface: I AM SCARED I AM CLUTCHING NICK JR (mouse/rat soft toy) ON THE VERGE OF TEARS

THE PASTA PUNS IN THE INTRO

the sound effects low-key make me wanna throw up-

update: the sound effects make me high-key wanna throw up-

the intro is the high before the storm right? oh dear~

yesss, link is a spouse to his best friends <3

gosh I missed their voices so much <333 <- literally have 100+ episodes it can listen to whenever they want

freddie correcting beth's fact is literally my best friend and i on a daily basis (whos who? we take turns)

i could listen to an entire podcast of just freddie saying facts. like genuinly

HERMIE FACT??? SCAM CONJURED HIM INTO EXISTENCE AS A HIGHSCHOOLER??? MY POOR BOI-

TJ SHOT NICK'S ARM OFF WHAAAAAAA-

TERRY :) WHAT:)?

"your time studying the blade has served you well" what is hapening?

whAT IS HAPPENING????

Terry Jr's back <333

"i did not think that's how this fight was gonna go" same will- same

hey imps? what the fu-

NORMAL'S BACK BOIIIIIIII

ROLL ROLL ROLL ROLL NAT 1 HAH

SCARY AND TERRY JR <3

MEMORY TIME OH DEARRR

"in going from enemies to lovers so to speak"

all the fanfics were right- (nicky's reasoning, him attempting to reason with the others)

ron and nicky are such a vibe together honestly

OH NO- NICKY WAS SO REASONABLE TOO AND YET-

LARK AND SPARROW WITH CROSSBOWS TERRY WITH A SHOTGUN WHERE'S GRANT???

"and a badass fight ensues, but also sad"

oh there's grant

OH WE GOT THE WHOLE ASS SCENE OH SHIT-

TERRY SHOT NICKY, NICKY STABBED TERRY-

TERRY JR AND RON <33

terry's memory being ron forgiving him- (henry voice) oh gosh. oh geez-

"did you see what i did to like, my best friend" BEST F R I E N D

"you showed up, y'know?" what if i just combust?

Scary hugging Terry<333

THEY'RE ALL HUGGING

oh my heart

hey glenn, respectfully, fuck offffff

nicky having more emotional intelligence than glenn is so true-

OH HERE COMES THE GLENN AND NICKY AND TAYLOR SHIT-

"i have a memory that you weren't around for. which was the birth of your grandson" AHHHHHHH

"i always thought taylor came out real quiet. like a real stoic ninja." "nope. came out crying like a baby dude"

glenn... glENN. GLENN! NO. NOT INFRONT OF YOUR 3 DAY OLD GRANDSON

THE FANFICTIONS WERE SO RIGHT- (GLENN IN NICKY'S LIFE BEFORE THE FAITHFULL SOCCER TRIP)

brb cause im like actually crying cause of that scene-

ok... lets go... (screaming crying sobbing sliding down a wall)

JODIE VISITEDDDD

FUCKING TELL HIM NICKYYYY FUCKING TELL HIMMMM

"i remember when... was that you? yea, i remember when you were born." WHAT DO YOU MEAN WAS THAT YOU???? THAT WAS YOUR FUCKING SON

YES GLENN. REFLECT BITCH-

"i didn't see a lot of taylor's growing up, and that was- that was- we're cool now, right taylor?" "fuck yea dawgggg. well-" HERE IT COMES

I AM HEEDING THE WARNINGS

"if i'm gonna be honest dad, i've kinda been hoping and keeping an eye out for time travel magic so that we could go back in time and you could be there for me" imma go ahead an roll a d20 of psychic damage- ah, a nat20 damage, yea that seems about righ- HIS VOICE HOW IT WENT ALL SOFT AND QUIET AND SHY AND THE COMPLETE FUCKING OPPOSITE OF HOW HE IS USUALLY OH SHIT OH FUCK

NICKY ROLL PSYCHIC DAMAGE BOI-

"as a result i have developed a number of very bad habits, that i am told are very hard to break"

"it's too late"

"but you know if there is time travel magic, then y'know maybe- or if you find it, you can maybe, pick me up on the way back to the past" HIS VOICE, THE MAYBES-

"we're just 3 cool guys" "well-"

"i didn't even know where you were"

I'M SORRY- THREE (3) YEARS????

NICKY NO- DON'T-

more memories??? MORE MEMORIES??? OH NO-

OUCH OUCH OUCH O U C H-

HE'S DONE WITH KARATE- NO- NO NO NO N O

FUCKING HELL FUCK ME-

sorry, i have strong feeling w/ regards to parents not showing up to (sprots) stuff

~a pattern~

YES LINK, STARE DAGGERS INTO HIM, DEFEND YOUR QPR BESTIE

the- the fanfics were right (glenn keeping his distance not wanting to fuck nicky up but consequentially fucking nicky up)

"as you're saying this, without even wanting it to, tears are rolling down your cheeks. And in that moment, you and Taylor and Nick, all realise that there is no fixing this, that this is as good as it's going to get. That you are stuck with each other in the forms that you are now. You see daddymagic, that same daddymagic that exited Ron and Terry's body, emanate for their bodies like a fine mist coalesce into the air, and then zip into the jar and fill it up a little bit more, cause that's what your relationship is..." what if i- what if i lost it? right here right now?

gosh i DID NOT heed the warnings oh noooooooo

i'm sorry- the US MILITARY? oh fbi too

hahahahahahahah ha hah h a what? JODIE AND MORGAN ARE IN CUFFS-

GLENN LISTEN TO JODIE FFS

"i'd like to see you try" "hey is glenn immune to bullets?"

LINK KING OF HELLL HEYYYYYYYYYY-

NORMAL NO. BESTIE I LOVE YOU HECK I AM YOU BUT FUCK NO-

"dude- both of us look at each other - fear, fear in taylor's eyes. like, what the fuck are we getting into? why did i open my mouth?" FEAR IN TAYLOR'S EYES??? FEAR????

I'M SORRY? THE CAGE????

FIGHT TO THE DEATH??? NOOOOOOOOOOO

In conclusion:

I am now obsessed with Taylor Swift (Freddie's version)

[neotrances]

the “lower tier” rap girls are so much smarter like idk what happens when u reach a certain height of popularity but it messes with u badddd nicki is obsessed with that girl hell she’s obsessed with every rap girl she’s too damn old for that behavior and she knows her rabid fans are gonna harass whoever she decides to go after, ppl r saying cardi shouldn’t have went as low to mock nicki’s husband but nicki shouldn’t have married him so what now

[blueiight]

🔥

Do you agree with the (parts of) fandom take that there was "mutual" toxicity btwn Loustat? I'm trying to think of what exactly Louis does that's so toxic that would make it remotely mutual

i think the urge to find “mutual” abuse shows a fundamental misunderstanding of what power dynamics even look like lol theyre just discomfitted theres near zero openings for them to make a black male character out to be be a big brute and self insert into the fictional man of no color. louis is a master of language, and he never actually says ‘i love u, lestat’. people fixate on it for the wrong reasons, or misinterpret ppl pointing the fact that louis never said those 3-4 words as some false attempt at looking for “mutual abuse”.

louis is not withholding, but trying to claim some semblance of power thru his mastery of language. like @lynnenne said:

Over the course of the season, we see that Lestat is hurt that Louis never says, "I love you." On the surface, this seems like a personal argument between them, but it's actually a symptom of a huge structural problem in their relationship. How can Louis ever make a credible declaration of love when the power gap between them is so huge? …Louis could tell Lestat he loves him morning, noon, and night, but it would be meaningless. And Louis knows this. The one time he tries to leave, Lestat beats him nearly to death. When Claudia tries to flee, Lestat tracks her down and drags her home. They're only as free as the colonizer allows them to be. Lestat believes that vampirism will set Louis free, but he won't even set Louis free. Expecting society at large to be cowed by Louis's vampirism is a delusion on his part.

telling lestat “ima boutta lose the last fucking thing i ever cared about”, “u gone always be alone” [an echo of what armand and nicki told lestat in the books..] & insinuating lestat somehow knew the race riot would occur somehow is incredibly cruel if not erring on delusion w the belief lestat could predict racism but do recall lestat was just as incredibly cruel himself. louis tells lestat in the beginning of episode 3 how theyd gore runaway slaves in jackson square, lestat is a crash test dummy in response to the city leaders cracking down on the azalea, treating this enterprise of pimping as a mere “hobby” of louis like a husband talking down on his wife’s “hobbies” as both lestat and louis can both hear how racist the city leaders are.. was lestat tryna take a seat back& let louis kill them himself? yea and also this passivity in the face of men far weaker than lestat was w/ zero of louis’s obligation to ‘save face’ is jarring. so much for “if disrespect was done to u i wouldve killed him myself” hann les? and in the race riot lestat’s even tryna seduce him& have the riot be their anniversary? in wider context , louis saying those words is a lashing out, a response to treatment already present... and theres no equivalent to what lestat does physically to louis in ep5 that we see so far, and i guess that unnerves ppl& makes them want to draw upon mutual abuse theories? which is crazy cuz im p sure them mens of no color yall watch be tearing eachother up& yall have no problem shipping them otherwise w/o mutual abuse theorizing but i digress. imo what louis placed on & has done to claudia is far worse than w/e hes done to lestat but we all know fanon is generally far more sympathetic to fictional men of no color than they are to a fictional black woman... if by toxicity , they mean that lestat along w/ turning louis out [cant find a better way to phrase this] also draws out louis’s vile attributes & fans the flames for louis’s capacity for cruelty [embrace the beautiful things u r & embrace what u r, ur a killer, louis.] that was already there n i wrote this entire think piece for nothing, then i agree. but mutual abuse theories is just😂😂 i just want ppl to embrace we r all here for the problematic yaoi n stop tryna play stan wars.

[monstress]

succession finale thoughts

rewatching already because i need to write this down while i'm still on that finale high

the immediate problem of the episode is stewy making drama. i love himmm

why would "golden parachute" frank even be in the consideration to vote 'no' for the deal??? we're grasping at straws here oh i feel for tellis despite his soulless blond self

NICKY BEE FIRE IT UP ONE LAST TIME ... god im gonna miss this theme song 🥺

when shiv said that tom is easy to manipulate while mattson is looking at the political cartoon of them. what a blunder

shiv calling her mom an associate in front of mattson slkflskgls

"are there any positives about the nightmare we've shared?" "yeah you've fallen in love finally. fallen in love with our scheduling opportunities." goddddd im so obsessed...yessss they're so awfulllllll like so true jesse make this show also a story of their marriage noah baumbach whomst????

sorry to be so kenstewpilled but the white button down, sleeves rolled up and this line???? delectable. i must speak my truth here like how could stewy not vote 'no'?

new jess.....good for you Jess you escaped this sinking ship

i gasped seeing kendall's sunglasses this episode. that has to be japanese made. nowhere else in the world make such stylish sunglasses. gorgeous pair

greg makes 200k? per month OR year????? answer me. answer meeeeee

love the Lawrence name drop! like we miss u king

the entire lukas and tom dinner scene is sooooo

tom confessing all he he built was sand and he's paranoid to keep what he has. mattson knowing he's hungry but wants to know if he's willing to betray shiv

THEN lukas immediately belittling shiv : she was pushy, she wasn't as vital as i thought she'd be, i'm SUCH a big man i know everything, she's fuckable and she wants me too

and TOM eats it????? so mattson chooses him !!!!

ugh i dont want shiv she has a lot of ideas and i want to fuck her ugh fucking disgusting ubermensch i hope jeryd doesn't win ohio and waystar royco gojogo get FCC up in their ass

alexander skarsgard's line read and acting choices r amazing tho

me to my sister: why haven't any of them used a live translator to check what the swedes are talking about? (greg in the final episode uses one) OK FINALLYYYY

shiv screaming from another room is hilarious

logan promised kendall ceo when he was seven.......the crown prince.....if dad didn't need me i don't know what i would be for.....

shiv and roman bonding at the beach after election night. when they're doing impressions of kendall and knowing sarah and kieran are each other's fave scene partners....this scene was the one that hit me that i'm watching the FINALE finale

meal fit for a king scene....when i watched this scene i was all smiles but underneath the DREADDD knowing they might be showing this because it may be the final time the scenes are happy together. oh honey. we got a big storm coming.

not shiv saying all that to willa and connor not getting slovenia in the end....the terror

the iphone video dinner scene? cheesy as fuckkkkk im sorry that was sentimental as shit and maybe a tad unnecessary. i did cry tho i did...

"IT'S FUCKING TOM." the fight in the bathroom??? mattson rallying his crew???? the convoy to hq??? with THE MUSICCCCC???? FUCKKKK UGH HOT UGH!!!! GO OFF NICHOLAS!!!!

loveeee roman's all black outfit. so chic! (he's still mourning 🙃)

and we cheered. if anything else, us gay stewy truthers won succession

(also noticed that in the above pic - the only picture of the kids on logan's table is shiv. forshadowing? maybe, maybe not but lol)

the final 20 minutes of the finale *screaming into a pillow*

like roman immediately spiralling upon seeing gerri. doubting himself, questioning his autonomy, his worth. and did kendall....break roman's stitches on purpose. to like?? steady him somewhat??? good god. what the fuck.

shiv in this shot like...this is the closest to ultimate power she'll ever have and she's reveling in it. despite herself, she enjoys being kingmaker. that's why she went into politics

it's just. i wanna wrap my head around why shiv didn't vote 'no'. is it because she *has* seen the toxicity of protecting this company infect her brothers during election night? they should take the deal and get out? is it to freeze kendall and roman out of the company as they often had done to her? if i can't be ceo, then no one can? and mattson wants tom to be the ceo and i get to manipulate tom so i win this battle? i can keep my proximity of power by virtue of being a woman that my brothers would never have? is that it? does this make sense?

(but we all know mattson is keeping tom because he's a yes man. he won't have any real power in the waystar royco gojogo so like *sad kazoo noise*)

kendall lying about the manslaughter not being real. the real thing they've bonded over??? just because it may not make him ceo??? jelly-spined move

shiv laughing kendall going 'i'm the eldest boy' and walking away going "fucking child". lmaooo deserved

i wonder if roman saying all that abt sophie & iverson is a way to distract kendall from shiv, maybe even a little spite to get back at him for supposedly lying abt the manslaughter

roman going "we're nothing." yeah...yeah....you are.....

(but they have 195 per share....so)

kendall clicking the elevator to floor zero. cinema.

the one guy entering the elevator with kendall. has he been oblivious abt what just went down? if it were me, i'd wait for the next one

tom being ceo slgjklskglskglsklhgsfglskg

him keeping gerri and karolina this is a win for the glass ceiling shatterers /jk

and tom keeping greg? will he needs someone to bully since mattson&mencken is gonna use him as a punching bag in turn lol

yes the tiger! he destroyed his cage! yes YES the tiger is out!!!!

i truly can't believe that roman came out of this series unscathed (somewhat). like his breakthrough this episode? him realizing his self worth has been hinged on inheriting the company aka his father's love? time to go back to therapy

(also him drinking a martini because that's gerri's favorite drink. what a choice!)

and friends i was rubbing my hands with anticipation when tom approaches the car just hoping hopingggg shiv was in it and when it turns out she was??? i was chanting 'hand in unlovable hand' over and over and when tom offered his hand??? i was fully clapping it AND when shiv TOOK IT?? i was fully screamingggg

in all seriousness, what a bleak ending for shiv. relegating herself as the wife of ceo. just like her mother. the power dynamics of the man she think is beneath her is now her husband and the father of her child and in the company position she coveted all her life. she can never win...she willing stay in the tarpit....shiv my tragic girlfailure i love youuu

when kendall shows up in the park in a tweed coat i was like 'oooo i hope colin is behind him' and when they pan to show he is?????? i was cheering. the micheal corleonification of kendall roy

head under water.....aaaahhhh ambigious kendeath my beloved <3

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#5

I don't think we talk enough about how Andrew and Neil are each other's sugar daddies

Aw you're dressed like a homeless person, lemme buy you some clothes

Aw your car got vandalized, lemme buy you a new one

999 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

#4

So, in tfc Andrew broke into Neil's room and went through his things

And then he used his eidetic memory to fold everything back in the right order so Neil couldn't tell someone went through his things

But bc of Neil's paranoia he knew, cause of that thing he did with the tags or what

And then he went into their room and started a beef in French with Kevin.

Andrew sees that, has no idea wtf they're saying

And then Kevin comes back "Did you seriously went through his things?" Or something like that

Like what went through Andrew's mind when he realized Neil could tell he went through his things? Bc like he has an eidetic memory and put everything in the same place, what had he missed? How could Neil tell? What the fuck is this guy?

Interesting

1,596 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#3

SHE FELL IN LOVE IN OCTOBER

1,778 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#2

Yknow, I always found the "Why don't you like girls?" "Because they're soft" "some of the strongest people I know are women" Scene funny af because Neil literally just asked Nicky "why r u gay?" So of course the answer would be something... like that? You know Nicky says they're soft and explains that they have so many curves and stuff and he likes his masculine Erik that he can hold onto etc etc,

But Neil is having his war flashbacks about his mom and Dan and Allison and Renee and he's like "women are strong" 🎵THIS IS MODERN FEMINISM TALKING ~🎵

And Nicky is like um I meant their bodies? Like literally?

And it just hit me, how Neil didn't even consider that, because of his demisexuality

He asks a gay man why he's gay and when he says why he doesn't like girls Neil is thinking of all their great accomplishments and strong characters, he doesn't think anything about their appearances, they're beautiful/hot etc he thinks about how Allison was ready to play while she was still grieving and his mom on the run all those years and I don't remember what he thought of Dan and Renee cause it's 4am but he thought something

Like he literally asked why are you gay but didn't even thought the answer would be connected to bodies and attraction he thought Nicky was talking about, like personalities and stuff

Do yall realize how demisexual that is of him?

1,968 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Belos: The titan has big plans for you

The titan and Hunter:

WAIT HOW DO YALL THINK HE'LL REACT WHEN HE REALIZES THE TITAN IS AN 8 YEAR OLD CHILD HE CALLED RAT NOT SO LONG AGO?????

2,385 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

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its been said many many times before but what i rlly love about fob more than any other band in their contemporary is how they broke genre barriers. and not even in like maybe a pretentious way or just that its cool of them to not be so close-minded but because EYE like more than one genre ! i grew up listening to hip-hop and r&b and then found my way to pop-rap and nicki minaj and gym class heroes and then other big pop stars and dancepop and i LOVE pop music !!!!!!!! and when i finally stumbled over fob and ab/ap I LOVED IT !!!! the mapa remix album is still so terribly underrated imo. and ofc as every other 13 year old did, i started listening to other "emo" bands but always kept close to fob because they made music with artists i was already familiar with. i couldnt find say mcr or p!atd (no hate) doing collabs with rappers but i DID find out that i had been listening to patrick's voice on timbaland's shock value five years before i even knew who fob was. and when i started growing out of emo, i had gotten more into edm (classic pipeline actually) i was already pretty familiar but when young and menace first dropped i was hooked instantly. and now as a happy adult, self loathing emo doesnt rlly cut it for me anymore, ive recently dove further into hardcore and of course....fob led me to it. i just LOVE that they were in every genre that i have loved and will continue to love and ones i didnt even know i would love. i rlly cant say that for a whole lot of other artists. i think fob is an amaaaazing POP band. and i say that with so much love because pop is GOOD! i think thats why i was always so disconnected from emo cuz so many of ppl here hate pop music. so lame. anyways yeah sorry for all this spam in your inbox. i saw ur rebuttal to someone hating on mania and i LOVE mania so i felt u were right to send this to <3 (also u like imagine dragons which gets a lot of hate from ppl for being a pop band which sucks :/)

anon u have the biggest brain and such good taste i hope u are having the absolute best day and that you find money on the ground fr i’d bake you cookies if i could. thank u for having common sense because no one on this damned site (besides like, my Best Friends) have any sort of common sense but u… ur special and i love u even