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DID U SAY KARAOKE???? I cant stop thinking about Oscar’s look at Lando in that karaoke vid. Imagine meet cute Oscar + wingman Lando at karaoke

Smutty addendums would also be welcome hihi

hi omg okay sorry this took like two days im a mess ive never actually been to karaoke or had a meet cute but i was thinking about himym

Oscar never thought he'd be happy that Lando dragged him out to karaoke, but then she walked up on stage and he couldn't drop the stupid grin from his face. He didn't know the song, but she captured his attention the moment she flipped off the crowd and cursed her friends in the mic for signing her up for it as the first few chords rang out. Despite the initial annoyance on her face, she starts bobbing her head and swaying her hips to the song, tapping the mic to the beat. He wonders if she's some kind of singer, because her voice is the sweetest he's ever heard, and he's been to karaoke in a dozen countries and he's never been enraptured like this. Hell, they have performers for post race celebrations, but the five minute solo she has before the audience rewards her with applause is the best five minutes of his life.

She takes the mic off the stand and dances across the stage during the instrumentals, his eyes locked on her hips when she spins around and shakes them at the crowd, her skirt fanning out around her before she turns back around as the chorus starts over. Lando says something at some point but he doesn't register the teasing remark his teammate makes, too caught up in watching the woman serenade her friends, pointing to their table somewhere behind Oscar's as she belts out the last line. The confidence of her performance seems to fade as soon as the song ends, and she awkwardly places the mic back on the stand and tucks her hair behind her ears as the room erupts in applause and hoots, she mumbles a thanks into the mic before scurrying off the stage.

Oscar can't help but try and follow her through the crowd, but he has trouble finding her sparkly top in the mess of people. He loses her in the crowd despite turning around in his seat to try and keep up with her. He turns back to his teammate, or where his teammate should be, but he's not there. He sinks back into his chair and sighs, resigning himself to being ditched by his friend on another night out. He's scrolling through Instagram reel comments and wondering if he should just leave now, when he hears his teammates sing song-y voice, "Have you met Oscar?" A moment later, the woman from the stage is pushed into the seat Lando was previously occupying, his teammate standing behind her as he grins down at Oscar. He gives him a wink as he raises his glass before promptly turning around and leaving them alone.

Oscar looks back to her, his cheeks pink as he raises his hand and says, "Hi, I'm Oscar. Sorry, he does that."

She grins sheepishly as she takes his hand and says her own name, "It's okay, I don't mind being introduced to pretty boys." His cheeks are burning as he shakes his hand under the table, trying to regain feeling in his fingers.

He doesn't know how to take the compliment, so he praises her back, "You were really good up there."

Her grin widens and she looks back to the stage momentarily before countering, "Thanks, I haven't seen you up there yet, otherwise I'd say the same."

He laughs a little, "Honestly, it's not really my thing, my friend brought me here. I'll need a few more drinks in me before I can get up there." She quirks an eyebrow at him, as if she's accepting that as a challenge.

One hour and three shots later, she has him leaning over her shoulder looking through the songbook as she tries to find a duet they both know. She settles on Don't Go Breaking My Heart. Oscar wishes she had picked anything else, wishes he hadn't exclaimed that he loved that song, because when he's up on stage drunkenly singing the words, he's truly hoping she won't break his heart at the end of the night when he asks if he can see her again.

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champagnepodiums · 2 years

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I’ve loved the respectful discussions that you’ve had about driver social media manager. I follow the drivers I like and take everything, including interviews with a pinch of salt as it is always media controlled. What else should you expect? Some drivers get their personality across better, and some don’t. Fans get with certain personalities more and that’s fine too. What I think crosses the line a little and I don’t mean this in a nasty way as I don’t want to drag another women down a f that’s certainly not my intention but I don’t get why some fans actually are fans of the drivers girlfriends - there’s fan accounts on social media, pages showing what they’ve been wearing and really all they do is have a boyfriend who competes in a sport in the public eye. The drivers and their girlfriends are effectively strangers… and fans will never know them, and vice versa. I can understand why as I’ve been guilty of it myself but some fans become unhealthily obsessed with the driver and the personality the fans imagine them to have. It seems much healthier to be a fan of just the driving. As a George fan I really hate how he’s been slated for being too PR, I think you find 90% of them are and that he chooses select moment to show his personality - there has been some really funny and chaotic moments in old videos, the twitch quartet streams and Williams Off Grid sometimes with Nicholas Latifi, but I understand why he does it. I just hope he and other drivers have people they can switch off and have fun with in their personsk lives.

It is kind of odd, the way that fans elevate WAGs into celebrities (or maybe more like influencers). I think, good for them for getting something out of the (probably unwanted) attention that they get but then also I think about all of the young female fans who are watching their social media and who don't quite understand that IG feeds are always curated to show the best and most glamorous parts of their lives (and I don't fault them because really, who wants to look at pictures of you alone watching Netflix)

I really hate that social media became an unsafe place for George because the times we have gotten to see his personality (I always think of that Rookie of the Year vid with George, Lando and Alex and George was just so funny), I just have heart eyes. And so when I talk about him having the curated, hands off approach, there is no judgment because I firmly believe there isn't a social media that is worth your mental health.

And I am very glad that George sought professional help to cope, that was a very wise thing for him to do.

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agent-aurelie · 4 years

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I’ve had a lot of spare time on my hands recently between the nervous breakdowns and not working and I’ve been feeling super inspired by this fandom. I’ve been creeping through art tags and doing little writing exercises/drabbles inspired by different sketch dumps and fan art I’ve loved, and sometimes they’re okay enough to post.

The first one I’ll share is inspired by this post by @roninreverie of Resistance-era Jacen trying to recruit some new pilots for the cause. Hera is furious.

Thank you so much to @roninreverie for letting me gush over her work and share this little ficlet.

The Recruitment Holo (1538 Words, no beta)

Hera is still seething after her rant at Jacen when the hatch to her cabin hisses shut behind her.

She has always considered herself to be a good parent, even when things weren’t easy. And there were plenty of times across not one, but two galactic wars, when being Jacen’s mother was the furthest thing from easy. At the very least, she was an attentive parent, opting more often than not to carry her small son on her hip to everything from command briefings to X-Wing pilot training exercises. When it simply wasn’t safe to take her child with her, Sabine or Zeb would always outrank the other eager pilots who were more than willing to take a shift to watch General Syndulla’s son, and they’d travel from multiple systems to do it. Jacen had a wider support system than any child she knew, which is why his latest stunt was so kriffing stupid that Hera has to take stock in where things had gone so wrong.

She is glad she retreated to her cabin to calm down before confronting Poe Dameron, and then Lando Calrissian, both of whom Hera is absolutely positive had some influence in Jacen’s little filmmaking project. A few weeks back during a fairly grim briefing, Hera noted how dire their pilot situation was becoming - she recalled the early days of the Rebellion when finding cells to band together to defeat the Empire was daunting, stressful work. She never dreamed she’d have to do it twice in her lifetime, and the Resistance desperately needed pilots.

“We’ll figure it out, mom,” Jacen had said confidently that evening at dinner, “I can take Chop and the Phantom for a recruiting spin if we’re really that hard up?”

Her son is an adult now, a handsome, charming, talented pilot of an adult. He inherited all of the best parts of Kanan, his bravery, his tactical mind, his good looks (for better or worse, Hera was learning), and the parts of Hera she’s most proud of, her love of the skies, her kindness and her determination and loyalty. But Hera still has a hard time letting him off world without her nearby. The all-encompassing devastation of the loss of Kanan never fades, and Hera is positive she can’t handle losing Jacen, too.

Hera almost wishes she’d let him take the Phantom instead of finding him half naked, taking recruitment matters into his own hands in front of a holo-vid recorder.

Hera Syndulla was going to kill Poe Dameron with her own ungloved hands, and Lando Calrissian, for good measure.

“Some tactician Jacen is, Kanan,” Hera mutters to the empty cabin before flopping back on her bunk, “Though I meant what I said - you probably would have done the same, and I’d have been run ragged training every sentient being who saw your holo-vid to become a pilot for the Rebellion. I just thought he was smarter than that.”

Kanan was a master at finding solutions. There’s always another way, he’d say, and his blue-green eyes would flash with delight as he unwound a solution to whatever narrow odds the Spectres found themselves in. Jacen inherited Kanan’s drive, those same problem solving skills that will make him an asset to the Resistance. She just wishes for her sanity, that he hadn’t also inherited Kanan’s relentless flirtatiousness, that handsome smile and that talent for charming his way out of every tight situation. Truly, he was Kanan Jarrus’ boy.

Hera’s mind drifts back to Gorse, so many years ago now, and how the secondhand embarrassment radiated from her when she heard the story of how Kanan had asked an Imperial captain over the Expedient’s com what she was wearing. She remembers how easy it was to play to his flirtatious nature to all but steal his Moonglow ID badge from around his neck. And she remembers how willing he was to follow her around - even after she explained she could investigate Vidian on her own - because he thought there was a chance of a physical reward at the end. Kanan had fallen into a lot of unnecessary danger because of his attitude and his libido, and while they’d both escaped mostly unscathed (and of course that mission led to the best years of Hera’s life) the recklessness of that time in Gorse could have been fatal to anyone but a Jedi.

She sometimes feels the Force still lingering in the Ghost, she likes to imagine it wrapping itself around Jacen for protection. But her son has not shown any particular sensitivity to it, and she’s almost positive that won’t materialize now to protect him in such dire situations.

Hera would not let Jacen make the same mistakes. There is truly no safety net for him.

But he’s going to make mistakes, Hera, she can hear Kanan’s voice in her mind. Sometimes in the most challenging moments of being a single parent, Hera can feel Kanan there with her, standing silently behind her as she doles out a punishment to their son or tries to impart some hard-learned wisdom to keep him out of trouble.

It’s just so hard that he isn’t actually there. And it never gets any easier.

Hera swings her legs off her bunk and pulls a change of clothes. She wants to speak to Jacen as mom, not as General Syndulla, and that means a quick change into leggings and a long tunic. She wraps her lekku in a soft scarf and slips out of her cabin down the hall towards his.

Kanan’s.

Hera knocks on the hatch and she can hear his footfalls headed towards the entryway as the doors slide open.

“Mom, I feel bad enough, I don’t need another lecture -- and before you say anything it wasn’t Poe, it was my own idea, we saw an old holo of Lando and he shouldn’t be in trouble for something he had nothing to--”

“Can I come in?” she interrupts, asking permission to enter a bunk in her own ship.

He steps aside and lets her pass. He shuffles back to sit on the edge of the mattress and scrubs his hands through his mop of green hair. Hera sinks to the ground and crosses her legs, facing her son.

“You’re better than that stunt, Jacen,” she says softly, no anger in her voice this time. “You’re more talented, more creative and far smarter than relying on your body to do something your brain can do just fine.”

He doesn’t say anything, she knows he’s embarrassed. Not just at being caught, but at the fact that her own reputation could have been affected by something so stupid, so reckless.

“Your dad,” she goes on, and it hurts, sitting in this room and talking about Kanan, but she pushes through the tightening of her throat, the pain that never leaves, because this is more important than her own comfort, “Your dad didn’t have it so easy when he was your age. He did a lot of stupid things too. I was there for some of them, and I was mad at him then. But he experienced loss and fear and anger that I don’t think I ever could fully understand. If we, “ and Jacen knows she means the Spectres, his family, even the ones he never met, “if we weren’t there to help your father… I don’t know what would have become of him, really.

“I’m here to help you, Jacen. I’m here to help you see past a short term gain and think smarter. What kind of pilots did you really think you were going to recruit that way? Think more strategically, more long term. Think like the Jarrus and Syndulla you are.”

Jacen knows she’s serious when his father’s surname enters the conversation. His elbows are propped on his knees and his head hangs, and she can all but feel the tension and tightness in his shoulders and back. He doesn’t raise his eyes to meet his mothers, and it breaks Hera’s heart that her son is upset, but she knows he hears her. She slides a little closer to her boy, and slips a hand under his chin, raising his face to hers. “I love you, Jace. I want you to help me find more pilots, but we’re going to do it the right way.”

He nods and she kisses his cheek. “Tomorrow we’ll take the Phantom. I have some intel on a small group that might be worth looking into.”

“Alright,” he says, and she can see a little more light coming into his eyes at the promise of taking to the skies, “I’ll fly?”

Hera rolls her eyes, but smiles. “Sure,” she agrees and stands, and cards her fingers through his hair affectionately as she heads back towards the door. “But we’re leaving early, so don’t waste your whole night on the holonet. I won’t hesitate to leave you behind and take Chopper instead.” The threat is empty, but it makes him smile.

“I love you, mom,” says her son, and Hera feels a surge of warmth in her stomach.

“I love you too, Jace.”

Good work, Hera, she hears Kanan’s voice and slips out of the cabin before the loss threatens to hit her again.

Poe Dameron and Lando Calrissian will live another cycle.

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