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kaesaaurelia · 6 months

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For @whumptober day 18, using the prompts "tortured for information," "hit them harder," and the lyric prompt, “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”

Continued from Day 6, wherein something is puppeting Aziraphale, and Crowley is being tortured, Day 9, wherein Crowley had come to the conclusion that no, that is almost certainly not Aziraphale, and Day 11, wherein Crowley explained to not-Aziraphale why he was not Aziraphale, and unfortunately gave not-Aziraphale some ideas.

Content warning for violence, torture (obviously), and rape.

Aziraphale's hand was cold, but his eyes were colder. "Jusst curious," Crowley said. "Are you torturing me because you think I've actually got information you want, or because you think it'ss fun?"

The thing pretending to be Aziraphale gave him an indulgent smile. "Well, torture is notoriously bad at producing reliable information," it said. Crowley hated that it sounded just the way Aziraphale would sharing something he'd just learned that he thought was very interesting. (Usually it was something the entire rest of the world had found out about a hundred years ago, but it was as adorable as it was exasperating, at least when it was actually Aziraphale.) "What do you think?"

Crowley considered the smug expression on Aziraphale's face. He had found that expression endearing in millennia past -- the sign of an angel who'd got what he wanted, sometimes in spite of Heaven, and also often in spite of Crowley. Crowley didn't mind Aziraphale getting the better of him sometimes. Well, he did, but his pride could take the hit. Hanging around with Aziraphale was worth that.

Heaven's pride couldn't take the hit. "I think Aziraphale got one over on you, and you're torturing him," said Crowley, leaning back in the chair, trying to make it look comfortable.

The smile vanished, replaced with an almost comical outrage, though Crowley had precious little time to appreciate it before Aziraphale's fist connected with his face. The force of the blow was enough to knock Crowley over in the chair, and then Aziraphale's tormentor was upon him, grabbing him by the neck, pulling him back up -- not to a standing position, of course, because his legs had been broken early on -- but held against the wall. "Well. No need for me to hold back then, now you've worked it all out. This could all end if Aziraphale would just cooperate, but he's being very stubborn."

"He'ssss like that," said Crowley, though it was difficult to speak -- was his jaw broken? It didn't feel great. He swallowed a stray tooth, so as not to give his interrogator the satisfaction of seeing him spit it out. He didn't need that tooth anyway.

"I suppose he doesn't care as much about you as he seems to think he does. Look, I'm not enjoying this either, you know." Crowley found it difficult to sympathize, but he shrugged. "I'd like to be free of this wretched body more than he wants it back. It's full of wretched, disgusting appetites, and it took such dedication to keep myself from indulging them, but apparently they're so integral to this idiot's personality that they're what gave me away."

"Eh, popcorn'sss not that bad," said Crowley. "Getsss in your teeth, but --"

"Oh, shut up." With a snap of Aziraphale's fingers, metal shackles enclosed Crowley's wrists and neck, and, having given Crowley this support, the angel stepped back to consider him. "You know, I might as well enjoy this a little. After all, it's not as if I'm the one doing it. It's not my body."

Crowley was puzzled for a moment -- was his interrogator going to eat sushi at him? -- but then Aziraphale's hand was on him again, running lightly down his chest, and then -- Crowley saw Aziraphale swallow, as if even the person possessing him had never dared to think of this -- down a bit further, just to Crowley's belt buckle. Crowley watched as Aziraphale's fingers trembled.

"I will, you know," said their captor, to no one in particular. "You can stop me anytime." There was a long pause, and Aziraphale's mouth twisted into a cruel smirk. "I don't know if I believe you care so much for the planet. Maybe you just want a convenient excuse. Then again --" here Aziraphale's eyes raked up and down Crowley's body "-- the way he's chosen to look rather invites it. Perhaps he'll enjoy it too." Aziraphale's fingers ran over Crowley's snake head belt buckle before it vanished into the ether it had come from. "Bit on the nose, don't you think?"

Crowley rolled his eyes. He tried not to react as Aziraphale's captor used his hands to cup Crowley's arse, but when they snapped Aziraphale's fingers and Crowley's dick went painfully hard of its own accord he let out a hiss.

"You brought this on yourself, you know." Crowley swallowed as they ran one finger along the line of his dick. "Some too-tight trousers and apparently only one kiss, and this idiot's been completely consumed with lust for you since he got here."

"Clearly not," said Crowley, "or you wouldn't be --" Aziraphale's hand cupped his cock, then gripped it hard, and Crowley whimpered involuntarily. "Or you wouldn't be doing thissss," said Crowley, once he'd recovered from the shock.

The angel unzipped Crowley's jeans, and that was a bit of a relief except, no, it wasn't. Crowley squirmed as the angel pulled his cock out with no consideration for its sensitivity, but there was nowhere he could get away, and he watched helplessly as Aziraphale's body knelt in front of him, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, his eyes gleaming with the light of somebody else's malevolence. There was, Crowley had to admit, such a thing as being so much of a bastard that no one deserved the misfortune of knowing you, not even a demon.

Crowley tried to remind himself that this little gambit of Heaven's had apparently resulted in some shithead angel who thought they were superior to Aziraphale finding that now they too wanted, more than anything, to suck Crowley's cock, which should have been very funny. Unfortunately Crowley was in too much pain elsewhere to be able to particularly enjoy this, and also, even if that angel was telling the truth and Aziraphale did want this, Crowley was reasonably sure he wanted this in practically any other context. The flat above the bookshop, possibly, or the backseat of the Bentley, or in the bathroom of that little Italian place where Aziraphale had been so ecstatic in his appreciation for good pasta that, for the first time in several centuries, Crowley had had to excuse himself to go deal with his, er, appreciation for Aziraphale's appreciation.

(All right, maybe that was a list of places Crowley had wanted this. He'd heard Aziraphale mutter "It would be very rude to lick the plate," as if his own verbal reminder was all that was holding him back, and suddenly all Crowley could think of was Aziraphale's mouth He'd made do with sucking himself off in a bathroom stall and got back in time for gelato.)

Aziraphale's lips slid over the head of his cock, and, fuck, actually, Crowley had to admit, this non-Aziraphale in Aziraphale's body was far more tolerable when they couldn't say anything. He thought back to that Italian place, figuring at least he could get this over with quickly for Aziraphale's sake, and between that and the greedy little noises coming from Aziraphale's throat, he came embarrassingly quickly.

Only his cock stayed in Aziraphale's mouth, and in a moment he was miraculously and painfully hard again, and this time it was harder to forget all the pain he was in because of his injuries, and when he came he hoped it would be a release.

Only it wasn't. Crowley let out an embarrassingly incoherent and frustrated groan as Aziraphale swallowed around his cock, his cock that was quickly hardening again, and now far too sensitive for -- for fucking teeth scraping over it, even gently, fuck, fuck, fuck. His tormentor grinned around his dick, and slid it out of Aziraphale's mouth with a slurp. "Oh, did you think this was going to be over soon? No, no. You see, Aziraphale is absolutely ravenous, and I'm just doing what he's been wanting to do. And presumably still wants to do, since he hasn't seen fit to tell me what I need to know." There was a long silence as, presumably, Aziraphale continued not to give in. "No? Well then. I suppose we're going to be at this for quite some time."

#whumptober2023 #no.18 #tortured for information #hit them harder #lyric #good omens #fic #nsfwhump #rape cw #noncon cw #violence cw #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #ineffable husbands #text #fiction #kaesa op #nsft #I'm back on my mutual noncon bullshit

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maegalkarven · 7 months

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I'm calling you from the future to let you know we've made a mistake.

And there's a fog from the past that's giving me such a headache.

And I'm back with a madness.

I'm a champion of the people who don't believe in champions.

I got nothing but dreams inside.

I got nothing but dreams.

I'm just young enough to still believe.

But young enough not to know what to believe in.

#bg3 spoilers #dark urge: levi #dark urge #durge #durge spoilers #fob: champions #i'm back at my bullshit of bad screenshots and lyrics

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kimchokejin · 2 years

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i was tagged by the rootinest tootinest @mindofnmn, the ra ra rasputinest @sugaggukkie, and the snake in my bootinest @blueside-hobi to share the top songs i have on repeat right now. i wasn't sure how many to share so i'm just doing as many songs as i can fit into a screenshot...and since i have a big monitor i can fit 15 hehehehe why am i like this

tagging: @namjoonsmissingairpods, @mutedstring, @softertune, and anyone else who would like to do this!

#tag: i'm it!#mindofnmn #sugaggukkie #blueside-hobi #namjoonsmissingairpods #mutedstring #softertune #unfortunately you've caught me back on my listening to the same 3 albums on repeat bullshit #which i haven't been on since 2020 #so either the albums are that good #i'm letting myself enjoy things more #or i am...regressing...#anyway time to gush about these songs sorry in advance #first off harry's album sounds SO nice very feel good oldies on a sunday morning and his most gorgeous vocals ever??#daylight and satellite and music for a sushi restaurant are indeed my faves #but i cannot speak for a lot of the lyrics...esp cinema...i hate that it's so high up here but it's CATCHY #kehlani is in love and a witch now AND i'm going to her concert in sept couldn't ask for anything more tbh #renegade is a song for anyone who has ever loved an emotionally unavailable person #emotion sickness...i hate that i love this song the lyrics are so cringe but it appears i'm still nostalgic for old parachute #and the way the instrumental builds so smoothly through the second verse?? and things occasionally coming in on the off beat toward the end?#[chef's kiss]#slow song is such a bop just don't pay attention to the lyrics they're toxic as hell #the pandemic is NOT over...but that that is still a banger so i just bleep that line out when i listen to it #listen to bad love! watch the mv and a performance!! key didn't go that hard for nothing!!! one of my FAVE songs from last year #all night is literally one of the best sounding bts songs of all time and i feel like no one notices :(#i will say again mr. morale album of the year? experience of the year actually #it's pride month of course i'm listening to honey nonstop who do you think i am #and if you're into folksy singer-songwriters pls check out donovan woods if you've never heard of him his voice and lyrics are exquisite #highly underrated imo...most canadian artists i love are it seems #sorry again i don't know what comes over me sometimes lol

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philcoulsonismyhero · 2 years

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@squireofgeekdom did this meme the other day and openly tagged folks who wanted to give it a go, and I’m back on my RWBY (technically Ironwood...) fic nonsense this week so I figure why not?

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

I’m not going to do All my WIPs because I have a frankly ridiculous number of bit and pieces and unfinished things, but here’s the ones that are actually hopefully going somewhere:

(Can you tell I like using song lyrics for titles...)

Connect This Space Between (technically chapter 2 of a fic I’ve already published half of called Pull My Heart Out, Reconstruct)

Not This Place, Not Today

It Was Your Heart On The Line

Moving Toward The Light

Maybe all this self-destruction could be rearranged?

Do it anyway / Be honest, anyway

And a couple with placeholder titles:

Qrow and Robyn vs James

Ironwood Night Watch AU

Star Wars crossover (RWBY, Sam)

I’m also going to tag anyone who thinks this looks like fun!

#writing #ask meme #i've been deliberately avoiding watching the vol9 trailer because i didn't want to end up Back On My Bullshit #as you can see i failed step 2...#but i'm still not watching the trailer yet because i'm happy living in my little fix-it bubble for now #lyric titles are from the following songs if you're curious:#'new divide' by linkin park; 'i may fall' from rwby; 'little lion man' by mumford and sons #'trust love' from rwby; 'brand new day' also from rwby; and 'do it anyway' by ben folds five #(and 'pull my heart out reconstruct' is from 'devastation and reform' by relient k)#personal stuff

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theshippingnews · 1 month

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youtube

You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate

The rest of you like you're the TSA

#hozier's new ep is out & I'm back on my bullshit #hozier #new music #lyrics #music #Youtube

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ceejaykayess · 2 years

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"My breath faint, I finally arrived before a wall that projected the sky. Behind it, scientists in white applauded, "Magnificent," they said- Doubt... From there I saw the town was some kind of experimental facility; "No longer necessary," a scientist said, as they calmly tossed a bomb."

#From there I saw the town...#ai the somnium files #ai the somniun files nirvana initiative #art #mizuki kuranushi #Bibi #headphone actor #Based on the official Headphone Actor MV #I'm not convinced Jin didn't write this song then attached it to the not even properly born Project after the fact #I chose Bibi as the subject cause I read scientists and experimental facility and just shrugged #Probably wasn't going to use Bibi anywhere else in this mini-series #But if that cocky statement is going to come back to bite me in the ass later #Ryuki or even Tokiko would work really well here in the context of actually for real learning reality is bullshit #This came out way quicker than I thought but the background still kicked my ass #I'm starting to think maybe my phone camera isn't the best way to properly transfer shit over. Hm.#(Bibi won over Ryuki and Tokiko because she had a mask I could conveniently use in place for a gas mask. Sorry Tokiko fans.)#I used way more lyrics than I intended to because of how awkward it'd sound if I started at

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idiotcurls · 9 months

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IMAGINE THIS! Eddie is a musician, Steve is studying to become a teacher. Right before Steve's exams, he goes to a cafe to study. The Band arrives to play a gig and Eddie knocks over a glass of water with his guitar case.

Eddie has a up and coming band, they are playing small gigs all around the country. Even though they gathered up quite a following, they still haven't signed to any major label yet. Because they are not posers or whatever. The fans love Corroded Coffin, for the hard sounds with the clever thoughtful lyrics and also due to the fact that Eddie is a very charismatic frontman, who has the allure of an old timey rock star. Steve is sitting in the café, studying for his exams, writing frantically on his laptop, his glasses on the tip of his nose. Since he had a hard time in high school, he still thinks he is less than in the intellectual departmen, which is of course not true. And he has an amazing hand with the kids he is currently teaching, as student teacher. When Eddie and his band arrive at the venue, loud, all dressed in black leather, some instruments carried on their backs, he doesn't even look up. Steve was used to bands playing in the back of the venue. The café and bar area was only separated by a small glass door, so he was usually gone by the time, they got on the stage. But today the weather wasn't exactly on his side, he wasn't going to walk home in the pouring rain, risking a cold. It was too close to exam season. Eddie's hair was dripping wet, some of the droplets are running into his eyes. While Gareth is asking for someone to show them where to set up their stuff, Eddie ventures into the café area, to steal some napkins off a table. When he turns around to leave again, tapping over his eyes, the swing of his guitarcase knocks over a glass of water on a table behind him. Whos table you ask? Why, of course Steve Harrington's. What a terrible coincidence. Steve jumps up, shouting "FUCK" as he gathers up napkins trying to dry up the spilled water on his keypad. Startled by the cussing behind him, Eddie turns around and immediately recognises the damage he had caused. "Oh my god, I'm so fucking sorry, here, I'll get you more napkins, or a towel. Gareth!! Ask the waiter if he has a towel?!" Gareth looks up from his conversation with one of the staff member and just shakes his head in an annoyed fashion. Like Munson was up to some bullshit again and he wasn't going to be part of it.

Eddie is frantically bringing more napkins to the table, furthering Steve's annoyance at him. "Please.. just fucking stop, man." He is wiping his wet hands on his blue jeans looking at the laptop mournfully. "It's already fucking ruined. Shit." Steve sighs and walks around the table, a hand over his mouth, looking at the crime scene, wondering how he could afford another laptop that fast. But that long haired idiot, who knocked over his glass kept on babbling, ignoring the fact that Steve was in the middle of a crisis. "Listen, oh my god, I'm so sorry man. I read, that you shouldn't turn in on for bit after, uh, a spillage. Maybe it will dry? Or maybe we should put some rice on it? Maybe they have rice in the kitchen. Gareth?- My friend Nancy says that is bullshit, but-" "STOP! Please just go away." Steve sounded desprate. Eddie raised his hands in defeat, still holding some Napkins. "Okay. I'm sorry. I'm with the band, who plays tonight. You can message us for a refund, or repair.", he says more calmly and walks away. Steve watches the young man walk back to his band members, he assumed, at least. They all wearing the same sort of clothes. "What are you doing with all those Napkins?", Jeff asks bemused. "Just shut up, man." Steve is close to tears. All of his notes and work he already did ahead of time were on the laptop. He did not safe them anywhere else. He grabs his coat and cigarette and leaves the café to have a smoke. If anyone wants to take any of his other stuff, they were free to do so, everything was ruined anyway. He watches the band carry all their amps and instruments in, from a little distance. There was a quick glance exchanged between him and that long haired idiot. He looks like a beaten puppy with those big sad eyes. Shit, now Steve felt like an asshole. Back inside, Steve waited for a while, to turn on his laptop, like the idiot had said. Meanwhile he was texting his best friend Robin the details of the worst evening in his life. She is sympathetic and hopeful, that the gods were in favour of his laptop. And while she didn't think Steve was the villain of the play, he might have been a bit harsh. They guy with the curls didn't do it on purpose, to ruin his life. After a while Steve breaths in deeply and exhales. He presses the on button. The laptops starts. He types in his password. Loading. All of his open tabs and word documents appear. The laptop was alive. He tries to write some words and all the keys work. A sigh of relieve. The gods had mercy on his computer in the end. After thanking the universe, Steve's eyes wander to the other side of the café. Behind the glass door, the band is setting up and starting to do some sound checking with the technician.

The idiot is holding his guitar, strumming a few chords and signing the thumbs up to the tech girl, who nods, looking bored. Now he is singing along to his chords, his eyes closed, like he is feeling the music or something. Steve finds, the idiot has a very beautiful voice. And a handsome face. He sighs. With that new information the apology is going to become even harder. When the band is done soundchecking and Eddie climbs off the stage, bickering and laughing with his band mates, Steve decides to go for it. "You can do this, dingus." pops up on his phone, before he puts it back into his pocket.

When Steve walks up to Eddie, the others are still rumaging around. Before Steve can open his mouth to say a single word, Eddie raises his hand. "Let me stop you there. I talked to the guys. We have a door-deal with the venue. Depending on how much money we make, you can have some of the money to pay for the repair." Eddie chuckles. "Now we just have to pray some people show up." Steve raises his left eyebrow, listening to him. "It's not like theres no people coming to our gigs, it's just that it's raining, and it's a weekday, people are at work..." Eddie is rambling again.

"Hey, can I say something too?" Steve chimes in, stern but not unkind. "Uh, sure." Eddie answers. "My laptop is fine. Everything works. I wanted to apologize for being a dick." Steve takes down his glasses and puts them on the top of his head. "I was just very stressed. You didn't do it on purpose." Eddie looks down and smiles. He seems shy.

"I'm a bit clumsy.... yeah." Steve finds it almost funny, that a guy like him, who just confidently sang on a stage, becomes shy like that. "Well, don't worry about it. I just thought... It's fine." Eddie looks up at him. "Why dont you stay for the set? Be our guest?" Steve does not answer. "I'll put you on my bar-tab. Stay and listen. Here- have a tape." Steve looks at the tape he got handed. "I don't have anything to play this on..." "Don't worry. I'll make it worth your while. Get a drink. We start in 20 minutes." Everything in Steve says, it's better to go home. Sleep and study. But he does stay for the set, to see the charaismatic idiot in action.

and then they fall in love or something.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fanfiction #stranger things #rockstar eddie #student steve #meet cute in a bar #eddie is clumsy #steve is annoyed

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redclercs · 10 months

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DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

x. what a shame she's fucked in the head.

— the one where they tell you what your word is worth.

❝𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦❞ —𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵, 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵.

warnings: abuse downplay, bashing towards taylor swift (i obviously adore her pls don't come for me haha), online bullying, new york inaccuracies, corny taylor references per usual, etc. 2k words + articles

in my head there's a mix of begin again and cornelia street playing as background music.

masterlist ✢ next

NO one likes a mad woman, but not for the reasons Taylor Swift made you believe in the lyrics of her 2020 song. Although we are definitely afraid y/n might get 'more crazy'.

Honestly, who gave her the right to speak like that about Aidan Kim? As it turns out, the three-year relationships she willingly stayed on was a 'dead-end' one, and Aidan "abused" (and I cannot stress the quotations enough) her through several stages of their shared time.

Well, I call bullshit.

How is it that after Aidan Kim helped her build whatever she has going on that people call a 'career' she wasn't bothered about being told 'how to look and how to act' (direct quote from her own video, by the way).

Breaking up with your sneaky link and calling him your friend won't save what you did before, y/n, it's the oldes trick in the book. Everything she said in her Youtube video, one I regretfully watched despite the knowledge that I won't get those 45 minutes of my life back, is rehearsed and calculated and just tried to paint the real victims in a bad light.

Playing the victim worked for Taylor Swift in 2009, 2017, 2019... but we surely won't let it happen again, right folks? y/n needs a new tactic to crawl back from the hell, because we're not believing anything that comes out of her mouth anymore.

It's true what they say, an untalented actress makes an untalented liar.

By Lia Yim

Victoria Presley is worried about best friend's y/n y/ln's well-being after the actress 'completely ghosted her' since moving back to New York.

"One day we were fine and the next, she had packed her bags and left my house," Presley said in an exclusive interview with iNTouch. "I'm not going to lie, I was deeply hurt by her actions. I offered her my home as a safe haven and she left without explanation."

y/n had been living in Victorias Los Angeles home since mid-February until this month when she returned to her infamous SoHo apartment, one she shared with Aidan Kim until their breakup.

"I can find it in my heart to forgive her, of course," 'Vic', as she's known on social media, added. "Right now, I just want my best friend back. I want the y/n I've known for years and not this person she became since Matilde Bassi and Charles Leclerc inserted themselves in her life."

Victoria Presley, the founder and CEO of Presley Beauty, is the daughter of Luke Presley and Claire Walker and has been in the influencing business for a few years now.

"If y/n ends up reading this, I want her to know that I will support her decisions but not in the way her new 'friends' are doing. I just want what's best for her."

SEE ALSO:

→ Vic Presley on having to start from zero: "I'm not a nepobaby!"

→ A look inside y/n's SoHo apartment, the one Aidan Kim paid for.

→ Is Charles Leclerc's career going downhill thanks to y/n?

By Beatrice Mann

With y/n y/ln's latest controversy, the whole world has turned their backs on the actress. But, is it really that bad? Or is it just because she's a woman in the business?

The online community's hottest topic is y/n's Youtube video where she speaks on her relationship with Aidan Kim, her friendship with Charles Leclerc and, most importantly, how all of this has affected her career. And I want to tell you all, y/n is right.

If the roles were reversed, Aidan Kim would be thriving on a newly unlocked 'Heartbreaker' persona and y/n would still be constantly humiliated for not being 'wife material'.

I believe y/n deserves much better than what she's getting. The woman admitted she escaped a relationship where her partner LAUGHED at her and manipulated her actions for his comfort. And people are still siding with the man? Seriously, people, use your brains and dig up your morals!

The only thing we're communicating to younger generations by constantly doubting women's words and putting them in the spotlight for standing up for themselves, is that only men's words are worth something.

June 14th, Manhattan, New York.

It isn't much of a surprise when Charles calls you while you're trying to get your Moka pot to work that morning. It's your third attempt at it and the previous mornings you've left it alone with tears in your eyes to walk down the street and get Starbucks coffee. You might be a little too attached to that coffee maker.

Charles got to New York city the previous night, and reminded you that you promised to show him around more than once. You intended to keep your promise, thinking you would have more time before the day came.

But as you walk to the restaurant where you decided to meet him, you can't help but think how exciting it is that you get to show the city you love so much to Charles. And just like that morning in Monaco, you can't help but remind yourself that this is a friendly get-together.

Charles has slowly, but surely, become one of your closest friends in the middle of the frenzy that your life is. With your ex-best friend saying you walked out on her and your failed fiancé insisting that it was you, who acted like a 'total psychopath' towards the end of your relationship, you have more fingers than people you can count on.

You watch him carefully as he smooths the napkin on his legs twice and then drops in on the table again, fidgeting with the loose threads in the corner.

Your wristwatch says it's 10:00 am, which is the exact time you agreed to meet. You wonder how long he's been waiting if there's an empty cup of coffee in front of him.

"You know, it's also rude to be too early for a meeting," you say as a form of greeting once you approach the table.

This startles him enough to drop the napkin on his lap again, proceeding to scramble to return it to the table before pushing his chair out to get up.

You chuckle, but before you can say you were joking, Charles is engulfing you in a hug. Your stomach flutters because of the way he holds the back of your head with his palm. It feels like you're being reunited after months instead of just two weeks. Time doesn't feel real sometimes, you would know.

"Soleil!" he says excitedly, putting his hands on your shoulders. "It's so good to see you,"

"It's nice to see you too, Charlie."

There's the nickname again. You've tried not to think too hard about it. Is it a European thing to call your friends that? When you asked him about it the last time he called before taking his flight to New York, his response was a simple 'it suits you'.

Charles pulls your chair for you and grabs your purse to place it on the empty chair between you two. He grabs his napkin again, pulling one last time on a thread before smoothing it down and forgetting about it.

"How are you?" Charles asks, a bright smile on his face. It falters in a barely perceptible way because he doesn't want to give you bad thoughts, which seem to come automatically every time the question is asked.

"Well, I'm okay," you assure in a soothing tone, "Still looking for jobs. And you?"

"Alright. Lots of work in the simulator and I'm hoping this is a good weekend,"

"Are you sure you'll be okay getting to Montreal tomorrow?" you smile at the waitress that approaches your table, "Can I have some coffee, please?"

"Of course," Charles assures, with a gesture of his hand. He's getting to Montreal at seven in the morning and running straight to his motorhome. "There's time for everything."

"What do you want to do, then?"

You don't want to exhaust him by showing him around New York, he has a long weekend ahead. To be honest, you really wonder what compelled him to make this stop instead of going straight to Canada. Sure you had talked about him coming to New York, eventually. Not a day before he had to start his Grand Prix weekend.

"Anything you want us to do," he replies, the single-dimpled smile on his face. "I'm open to anything."

"MoMA? Central Park? Something not so touristy?" you suggest, before thanking the waitress as she places a hot cup of coffee on the table.

"Just show me the places you like, y/n, don't stress about it." Charles laughs, eyes returning to the open menu in front of him. "I only care about hanging out with you."

"Thanks," is all you manage to say as you sip the scalding coffee, you do your best not to wince as it burns your tongue and down your throat. "Let's do it then."

"So, what do you think? Everything you expected and more?"

You're taking a walk in Central Park after Charles agreed to see the Alice in Wonderland statue. It's a warm morning in New York and although you haven't been walking around for that long, Charles seems content enough with what he's seen.

"It's very... you," Charles replies, and you're sure he means it as a compliment, but New York can be really ugly too. "In a good way!" he adds when he sees your expression.

"Thank you, Charlie." you laugh again. It's easy being with Charles, laughing with sincerity and really being in what's happening in the moment.

You didn't lie when you said you weren't afraid of speaking up anymore, but the dread of actually doing it is inevitable. Your words are being twisted and marked as false because Aidan is far 'more loved' than you are. Not to mention Victoria's interview about your lack of reciprocity to her humble feelings

You're still thinking about suing her. But it hurts to know that she was your best friend a week ago.

A few people stop you both to ask for pictures and autographs on the back of phone cases. A few of them ignore you, others smile politely at Charles before asking him to take their picture with you.

"I'm really polishing my photographing skills," Charles jokes as you walk away from a group of young girls who gush about how much they wish they could dress like you.

"Sorry if it bothers you," you whisper, looking at him only from the corner of your eye.

"Of course not, y/n. They ask nicely, and you're okay with it." he shrugs.

There was one time when a teenager, around fourteen or fifteeen, asked Aidan if he could please take a picture of her and yourself. It was an innocent question, she had already acknowledged him as 'that guy from Star-5' and how he'd been in Supercut with you.

But just by the way you saw his expression change, you told the girl a selfie was a better option, you would hold the phone yourself if she was okay with it.

You didn't hear the end of it for the rest of night. Aidan berated your career for the first time of many, saying it was frankly offensive that he’d been treated that way. It didn't matter that you told him the girl was barely a teen and she hadn't been rude. Still, he was more famous than you, he didn't deserve to be made felt like the opposite.

"What are you thinking?" Charles asks, touching your shoulder gently to make you pause your walk.

You really don't want to admit you were thinking about your ex-boyfriend. Not that it matters, Charles knows you think about Aidan often in a mostly negative light, but it feels weird to say it here. So you shrug and sigh. "I wish I thought of nothing, to be honest."

Charles squeezes your shoulder in a half hug. He doesn't push your boundaries, although he wishes he knew what was actually going through your mind.

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It's when you two are having dinner in a restaurant in SoHo that Charles asks the question that has been eating him away since he landed in New York the previous night.

"Do you want to come to Canada with me?"

"Am I not blacklisted from the paddock?" you tease, although Elix is gone. You wonder if Ferrari people blame you a little bit for their sponsor dropping them.

"Absolutely not," Charles frowns, "And you would be my guest, you get to be in the Ferrari Suite like always."

"Thank you, Charlie–"

Charles tries not to seem disappointed as he waits for the 'but' to follow, so he drinks from his wine.

"—but I have some back to back things to do this weekend," you do regret not being able to make it, you loved the few Grand Prix you were able to attend and you would love to see Carlos too. But you have booked a few interviews with people who, more than anything want to consume gossip, but have disguised it as 'letting you tell your truth in more depth'. You cannot back down from what you started.

"That's okay," he assures with a quick wink. "You know you can come to races whenever you want to, though, right?"

"I can?" you raise both eyebrows and Charles rolls his eyes. "The benefits of having a Ferrari driver as a friend. I should have befriended you sooner."

"Very funny," he says as he hides his smile behind his glass of wine again. "Do I get invited to the Red Carpets?"

"You kind of befriended me at the downfall of my career. It's going to take a while for you to be on a Red Carpet."

Charles clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "You're only just getting started, soleil. Don't say that."

You hope he's right, because you have castings lined-up for next week too and you don't want to call him, or Mati, or your mom, crying about how unwanted you feel.

You shrug, drinking from your own wine.

"I'm being serious, y/n," Charles' tone is stern for a moment, yet not aggressive. "You have a lot of wonderful things to do in the future."

"Yeah, thanks." you dislike yourself for ruining the mood yet again, but Charles isn't bothered as he smiles at you once again.

"I mean it,"

He does, and so does Mati, and your mom. You are bound for great things, although they're taking time to find you right now.

"I know. Thank you Charlie, you're very kind. I hope you have a good race this weekend."

Charles huffs. "Yes, me too. Wish me luck?"

"I feel like I jinx you more than help you, Charlie."

"You didn't wish me luck in Spain, look how that went," he fakes a shudder and you snort. You hated every minute spent in Spain after FP3.

"Good luck, you'll do great." You pat the hand that he keeps on top of the table a couple times and before you can take your hand back, he grabs it, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Your heart races and you take a deep, sharp breath, like that would help it go back to normal. You have tried not to overanalyze everything about today, from the way Charles looked to the words he said, to the way your body responded to it. You don't want to go down that specific spiral.

"Thanks for stopping by," you take your hand back and keep it busy with your almost empty glass of wine. The alcohol has turned your cheeks warm. "You really want to see New York, huh?"

"I really wanted to see you," Charles replies, nonchalantly.

And you know you'll be spiraling, despite your best efforts.

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Moon Signs and Song Lyrics

Leo Moon: White Tee - Lil Peep

"I used to think I love you, now I know it ain't true

Now I know it's not you, 50 on my boxers

B**** I know you see me, shinin' in my white tee, it's easy

I make it look easy, believe me, we Gucci"

Leo moons are bright beams of light and they're hard to not notice. I swear any Leo placement lights up a room without even meaning to. Leo moons have this aura of confidence, even if they're insecure you would never know. Especially after a break up or being done dirty by someone, they can pull this confidence out of a hat like a magician and make you regret losing them. They are the epitome of "post break up revenge", they make being beautiful look easy. When their friends or loved ones are heartbroken or just having an off day, Leo moons are the ones that build them back up again. Their light is contagious and people that have lost them will definitely feel the hole they leave behind.

Virgo Moon: Antartica - $uicideboy$

"Get the f*** away from me, I hate all of you faithfully,

this world was never made for me

Thankfully, I'm trained to see

Past all the lies, the ranks, the scenes"

Virgo moons are too good for this world. They are so selfless and will put themselves last if it means helping someone else out. Doing favors for people and being a shoulder to lean on distracts them from their own problems and makes them feel good about themselves; the fact that they can turn someones' day around is everything to them. Unfortunately, this can lead them to being taken advantage of. There is only so much a Virgo Moon can handle before they lose their cool. They see past people's bullshit and manipulation and will not be there for you after they sense that their being walked all over. Like Leo moon, you'll feel the absence of their presence and only then will you realize what you lost.

Libra Moon: 95 - Pouya

"You must be tired baby, 'cause you've been runnin' through my mind

I can't keep quiet baby, 'cause I've been burnin' deep inside,

I'm runnin' out of time, maybe you can fill my void

If not, keep tryin' baby, and never leave me alone"

Libra moons love love, it's no secret. They feel at their best when they have a partner they can experience everything with. Being ruled by Venus, they don't mind the corny type of love, they want compliments and they want to know that they're number 1. Unfortunately, the negative side is that they struggle with being single; they feel less secure without a partner. They want someone to come home to, to fill their "void" of something missing. It's so important for Libra moons to experience things with someone they love even as simple as giving their partner a bite of food, they want to share their happy moments.

Scorpio Moon: 5 Grand 8 to 1 -$uicideboy$

"I get caught up in my thoughts and I can't think right,

Caught up in the nightmare so I don't sleep right,

I just want them to to treat me like they used to,

I just want something real that I'm used to"

Scorpio moon natives can experience a lot of emotional ups and downs because they feel everything very intensely. A lot of transformative shifts can take place within them and around them, which effects their mental health greatly. I chose this song and these lyrics because Scorpio moon natives want something constant in a life full of chaos. They need an anchor - someone they love and trust. With a ride or die type of love, Scorpio moon natives can make it through anything.

Sagittarius Moon: Psycho Pass - Xavier Wulf

"I burn incense 'cause my brain like the smell

She get a whiff and thought it was a spell,

I ain't say come, but she at the hotel"

Sagittarius moons might not see it, but everyone else does. You're so cool, so nonchalant, cool without trying to be cool. You're the friend that everyone wants around because you're chill, funny, and a good time. In terms of love, you attract people with this attitude. You don't worry too much, you don't take things too seriously and I feel like this makes people want you more. Like fans following around a celebrity. People want to be where you are, they want to know what you're doing and do it with you. It's giving starstruck.

Capricorn Moon: Five Six - Pouya

"Yeah, I don't need nobody help but I feel like I'm dyin',

Beggin' for someone to pick me up and keep me thrivin'

If I said I love myself, I know I would be lyin'"

Capricorn Moon babies put on a tough exterior but what they really need is a shoulder to lean on. It's true that they're independent and self sufficient but to a fault. They don't like to ask for help or seem "weak" in anyway. They have a problem with being vulnerable with their emotions but they're the first person their loved ones call when they need to someone to talk to. Capricorn moons are the most hardworking people you will ever meet and it's not uncommon for them to throw themselves into work to avoid what's going on below the surface. Although this is an unhealthy coping mechanism, it often guarantees financial success. It's too bad money can't buy self-love.

Aquarius Moon: After Midnight - Blink 182

"We'll stagger home after midnight, sleep arm in arm in the stairwell,

we'll fall apart on the weekend, these nights go on and on and on"

Aquarius moons love a good time. They like feeling a rush of adrenaline and feeling like they're really living. You know when you're really interested in something you're doing and all of a sudden 3 hours pass by like 5 minutes? This feeling describes Aquarius moons perfectly. They want to be fully immersed into something they love and to be in the moment. They get a bad rep for being "cold" and "emotionless" but this isn't true, they just want a best friend as a lover first and foremost. They want to be with someone that shares their passions so that both of them can have that "partner in crime" type of love. They want someone that will let loose and be spontaneous with them.

Pisces Moon: Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty - $uicideboy$

"I'll tell you a secret, something they don't teach you in your temple

The gods envy us, they envy us because we're mortal

'Cause any moment might be our last

Everything's more beautiful because we're doomed"

Pisces moon natives have an intuitive grasp of philosophical and spiritual concepts. This placement soaks up energies in their environment like a sponge. Pisces moon thrives when they feel in touch with something greater than themselves. This placement shares a thin veil with the spiritual realm and can often experience psychic dreams and downloads. They are the true romantics of the zodiac and often see things with rose-colored glasses. This gives them the ability to see the beauty in the world around them and they can convince others to see it too.

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