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the 2024 formula 1 silly season and drama master post, part 2 (part 1 here)

Hello and welcome to ah fucking fuck auto caps fuck fuck fuck how do i turn off auto caps AHA there we go okay. take 2

hello and welcome to the great and very insane formula 1 2024 season drama post, part 2. if you are new here or are just looking for part one (which contains the previous 16 (?) races, the off season, pre season testing and everything else, that can be found HERE. (a word to the wise: open it in a browser, not the app, and preferably on a computer to avoid crashing. its fucking long). 

what the hell is formula 1? car go fast. fastest cars in the world zoom around tracks at top speeds of over 300kph, piloted by the top 20 drivers in the world. it might not sound dramatic, but oh man. you will Not be disappointed. this post focuses on the drama, the insanity, the sheer what the hell how is this a serious sport. no legitimately. we've just about seen it all this year. grindr, dogs, watersports, ice cream brands, its all here.

the point of this post? to educate, to catalog the insane drama, and to just have a good time. people like to gatekeep this sport, there is also a lot happening. i try to make it easy to understand. again, probably best to start at the beginning of the post because it does a pretty good job of explaining things, which i began way back in january, and can be found HERE (again, shes long, be careful)

and, as usual, if you do not want to see this post EVER AGAIN, block the tag #saph explains silly season 2024

and a second caution, i assume this post will be getting long as well. including this one we have minimum 9 updates left!

anyway, those of you who have been following along the whole time, welcome back! i know we got a little delayed. and i know we’re on a new post, so lets just briefly take a second for me to explain what the fuck happened. first i had an anatomy test, second i work 2 jobs with fuck ass hours, third tumblr decided to stop letting me look at any of my drafts, fourth tumblr support ghosted me about the drafts issue and the post was half saving half not so i just decided fuck it, were going with post 2, electric boogaloo, and fifth, i decided to start typing this instead in a google docs so. many changes. if you're new here i am usually more on top of this.

but here we are. were back on street circuits. we’re in baku, azerbaijan, for the start of the last third of the season. 8 races remain, world championship titles are still within grasp of multiple people. the drama is dramaing. and today is september 22, 2024 and lets fucking go. 

first and foremost, on account of the fact that this post is late (again, see above), were going to have to do a bit of a speed run. if you're new here, i promise that this is not representative of my normal dedication to the update post. and for those asking, yeah, ill probably compile it somewhere better than a tumblr post after its all said and done, but we don't have time for that now. 

what we do have time for is the Off Week (and like some of the media stuff). and it was filled with silliness: 

george russell decided to wear what can only be described as slightly ugly yellow short shorts with his taylor swift shirt that he got at the eras tour. this was baffling for several reasons, the main reason being that i don't think the internet knew that he was capable of wearing a graphic t shirt

fernando alonso got his aston martin valkyrie finally. in case you are unfamiliar, a valkyrie i think is the worlds fastest street legal car. he posted tweets about this that made it seem like he wanted to fuck the car. hilariously, the car broke down an hour later.

we also had the very thrilling conclusion to grill the grid. oscar won and he somehow managed to look more pleased about his grill the grid win than his first race victory. 

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nico rosberg went to the green awards and he wore a fantastically insane teal blue suit. yes i know hes not a current driver. but you all like hearing about him so ask and you shall receive. unfornunately i cant find a picture of it though

and also not a current driver is mick schumacher, but my roommate asked me to include that he was seen on his girlfriends instagram being bad at golf. like. exceptionally bad at golf. like he hit a tree 20 feet in front of him.

also playing golf was lando norris. except he managed to look like try bolton from high school musical 2.

he also talked about the world driver championship with his friend max fewtrell while they were playing golf. unfortunately i lost this link in the sea of technical difficulties, but the gist of it was that he was saying that there is still hope for him to beat max in the championship (hes about 60 points behind right now). lando doesnt usually talk about the championship because he doesnt want news outlets to paint him as “desperate” so this was interesting

charles leclerc had an insane off week. first he rear ended someone in monaco. then he spoke at a yacht conference. he was not scheduled to speak at said yacht conference, he was there doing something else and they were like hey you're cool people know you, heres a microphone. he alsp ended up on a weather channel while promoting a karting event he was doing for the jules bianchi foundation (his god father, the one who died during the f1 race in japan 2014). he also changed his instagram pop and re centered it because some random tiktoker told him it matched his aesthetic better.

oscar piastri posted a photo of himself sitting in the cockpit of a plane and then promptly deleted it. because he posted it on 9/11. for anyone who doesnt know what that is, that was when some terrorists hijacked commercial planes and few them into the world trade centers in nyc and the pentagon in washington dc

max verstappen also posted a plane pic with himself and lando norris, but he did not delete it.

we also had the return of daniel ricciardo’s jpg instagram account, which is kinda like a finsta for photos that hes taken. i think lando started this a few years ago. 

heading into the race week we certainly got a weird ass batch of pr. including but not limited to:

lewis hamilton was back on top and slaying in the fit game. as was yuki. 

lewis hamilton also exposed george russell as listening to katy perry pre race. katy perry and taylor swift (this was after he claimed that he liked listening to old school rap music.) though, lewis then started singing wrecking ball???? confusing vibes all around

george was not off the hook yet tho because some intern definitely make him say skidibidi toilet or whatever the thing is idk, i might be gen z but im not insufferable, okay? actually george in baku was just all kinds of unhinged

george and alex also got up to something, what it is no one knows but it is clearly something

max pulled up to the paddock de aged about 10 years. picture one is of him in baku in 2015 (i believe he was 17) and picture 2 is this year. no i am not kidding. 

and franco walked into the paddock telling everyone about argentinian mate (which is a drink, not a friend)

and max shoved a microphone out of the way so everyone could gossip

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then of course, we had some slightly more relevant drama

haas announced that ollie would be replacing kevin at baku. in case you forgot, kevin magnussen received a total of 12 penalty points over the season so far, which means he gets one race ban. how did he get the points? well he was mostly wreaking havoc on everyone else so that his teammate, nico hulkenberg, could drag his car into the points. lets all remember the time in saudi arabia where he managed to get 20 seconds of penalties by basically driving like a mad man just to make sure that nico could keep his position after he pit stopped. anyway, nico was kind of pissed about the race ban situation and said “maybe the guidelines for F1 penalties need to be reviewed as the stewards ‘want to get involved’ no matter the contact.”

in any case though, k mags was out. and ollie was in. we’ve seen ollie before. notably he subbed in for carlos sainz at the saudi arabia gp when carlos had appendicitis. he managed to get points as well. since then, he has been announced as a haas driver for 2025 and is now subbing in for k mags (haas, later in the week called him a super sub. clearly no gen z person read that over.) he can do this because ferrari has a haas engine so they share reserve drivers.

adrian newey finally got employed. i know! i can hardly believe it either! but he did! and youll never guess where! 

ferrari? no that would be too obvious. 

mercedes? nah

williams? no too much of a shit show

aston martin? ding ding ding! just the right amount of shit show! 

that is right. newey is going to aston for 2025. 

apparently he was offered a “good package” according to himself, which i assume means pay and also the fact that lawrence stroll made him a shareholder? stakeholder? whatever its called. in the team itself. basically he has a lot of power. 

he said that he always wanted to work with fernando and lewis. and he couldn't do both. and aston had a better package than ferrari. 

fernando looked positively evil during all the announcement pictures. and called the team "definitely the team of the future" and for those of you who don't know, fernando is positively evil. hes just been stuck in a shit box and we havent seen very much of him, but man does he know how to evilly slut it up. so that will be fun to see.

by contrast, people said that lance was not excited enough. and well. lance 1. has resting bitch face and 2. never really looks excited about anything. also he lives in a world where take your child to work day somehow became his job. (his dad owns the team).

lewis hamilton was asked what he thought about adrian not going to ferrari, and here's what he had to say:

"i feel like, while I have mentioned before that it would be an honor to work with adrian, i have been privileged to work with two championship winning teams that didnt have adrian."

mclaren announced pato o ward would do FP1 in mexico. who is pato o ward? hes one of mclaren’s indycar drivers and one of the f1 reserve drivers. he is incredibly charming and definitely runs his own social media as seen here:

mclaren Also claim they figured out who their number 2 driver is and they claim its oscar. i say they claim because the statements were a lot more complex than that. essentially, according to andrea stella, the priority is to the team first, then lando and then oscar. so they didn't outright say that oscar is the number 2 driver and i am willing to bet real money that this is because mr mark webber, oscars manager, has something in oscars contract that prevents him from being a number 2 driver. this is of course because mark webber was one of the most infamous number 2 drivers in f1 history to none other than menace war criminal sebastian vettel, who in their time as teammates, managed to win 4 back to back world champions. or, top to bottom if you're mrs darbus from high school musical. 

lando was asked about this and he said that yes, the team does support him. though he would not expect oscar to give up a win for him and that it is more complex behind the scenes. i suppose we will see if there are any papaya rules coming out this weekend….

and oscar said "i think the main point is its not purely just going to be me pulling over for lando every single race, because thats how none of us, including lando, wont want to go racing, if we feel that someone has done a much better job on a weekend, whichever way it is, we want that person to be rewarded."

max verstappen commented on the mclaren situation as well. which was funny mostly because red bull has one of the most defined number 1 and number 2 drivers of any team. he said "you look at it form oscar's perspective, he is closer to lando than lando to me. they have to deal with that."

and allow me to put on a tin foil hat as we are about to talk about the future of the red bull seat. because all i have to offer here is a baseball hat and a red bull can. 

a long time ago we talked about the red bull cans. the ones that red bull makes to promote f1. at the end of last season red bull put max and checo on the red bull can. this season at the start it was just max on the red bull can. well. now checo has reappeared on the cans too. and i will tell you what i think this means. it means that checo is not getting swapped this season, which was a possibility for awhile. 

but! there is more! 

daniel ricciardo made an instagram post this week. and it was very interesting. but most interestingly he was wearing a red bull hat.

which he does occasionally, no big deal really. he did race for the for several years, he technically does currently. BUT then he showed up TO THE PADDOCK wearing the red bull hat.

which is Big Interesting. usually you show up in a statement outfit or wearing the team kit. and daniel is not a red bull racing driver. he is a visa cashapp racing bulls driver. they might be owned by red bull but they are Not the same team. so why the red bull hat. in the paddock. well, the rumor is that hes taking checos seat for 2025. and the rumor is that this will be announced before mexico. so checo can have a proper send off. 

and with that. the baku lore. 

theres a lot that has happened at baku. as i said its a street circuit. and i think its the fastest street circuit. but over the years theres been some notable events. 

such as the great kimi raikkonen radio for gloves and steering wheel:

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they gave mini kimi this week gloves and steering wheel in honor of that

the max and daniel crash in 2018 when they were running p1 and p2 respectfully

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and of course. how could we forget. charles’s infamous “i am stupid” radio.

speaking of charles, he crashed again in fp1. not quite in the same spot, but nearly. he took a picture with the marshalls. 

then in fp2 he rage quit, basically saying that the car sucks. 

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but he was back and better than ever in practice three because he managed to top the time charts. welcome back fuck ass ferrari.

some other teams definitely experienced the lows but not really the highs of baku during practice. like lance stroll who came on the radio to say “this is not a car” (good thing they have adrian newey now, right? 

franco colapinto also cut his ear before practice on the neck strengthener stretcher thing that they all use and the team wanted to give him stitches but he was like no no no i need to be in the car in about 5 minutes im not doing that. so he jammed on his helmet and jumped in the car. he also crashed and when he went to the medical center he took off his helmet and there was blood everywhere and they were like no no no you cannot race! and he was like no! this is not from the crash! and then explained it and they let him do qualifying. 

also im pretty sure? ollie bearman crashed? in practice? but frankly i don't have time to google it so whos to say. 

but alas. qualifying. 

i know i know this is kind of a shitty update. i promise ill go all out in singapore. i PROMISE. 

so as i said. its a street circuit. high speed. 90 degree corners. and also windy as hell. we also had the dynamic duo of karun and harry in the commentary box. 

max led the first practice, george led the second and i think charles led the third. or some order like that. 

slipstream here is almost essential (slipstream: going behind another car to reduce the wind drag so you can go faster) 

charles has the last three pole positions (first in qualifying) here in baku, but he has never won. by comparison, red bull have never had pole here but they have won. 

and franco has never been to baku before. 

i think that's all the exposition that we need here. 

q1 started with max complaining about his car. “the car is jumping around like crazy on the rear axle” he said. despite this he was sitting in p3. 

the mid field battle though….the mid field battle was heating the hell up. mostly because none other than franco colapinto, who if you will remember, has never been to baku before, had split the two ferraris. he was in third for the moment, .109 seconds behind carlos sainz and .159 seconds ahead of charles leclerc. we still had a lot of qualifying left to go, so this was probably not going to stay, but it was still insane. he was pushing insanely hard, nearly kissing the walls. clearly he had learned from his crash in practice. 

the two mclarens waited until the very end of q1 to do their final flying push lap, and oscar made it through, but tragedy struck for lando. 

lando was in the middle of his last flying lap, time was ticking down, and there was a Very Brief yellow flag on the track. now, according to rules, you cannot complete your flying lap if there is a yellow flag. so lando pitted and was stuck down in 17th and out of qualifying. this would be the first time that he was out in q1 since vegas last year (which if i remember correctly was also not his fault) 

now though, of course nothing is ever that cut and dry. people thought that there had been a mis showing of a flag. yellow flag means that a car is stopped on track, white flag means that a car is going slowly on the track. and people thought that there had been a yellow flag shown when it was actually supposed to be a white flag (if there had been a white flag then lando would have been able to keep doing his flying lap) lando himself said that he had no idea what people were talking about because there is a light on the steering wheel that lights up when flags are called and he had a big yellow light. so it was clearly a yellow flag. 

if you're concerned about lando being able to pull it out of the bag, id like to point you in the direction of the mexican gp last year where lando qualified 17th and finished 5th. on a track that was hard to overtake on. he can be absolutely insane when he wants to be. worry not gentle reader. 

in any case. also out in q1 was daniel ricciardo, valtteri bottas, zhou guanyu and esteban ocon.

and notably, williams, who was on fucking fire this weekend as we already saw, finished q1 with alex albon in second (ahead of oscar) and franco colapinto in 8th. pierre gasly had somehow managed to also get into 4th. and nico hulkenberg was in 7th with ollie bearman in 13th. i told you the mid field battle was heating the hell up. 

q2. everyone zoomed straight out of the gate. they didn't want to get lando norris’d. but, speaking of that, if lando managed to get no points in the race and charles managed to win, charles would overtake lando in the drivers championship. mark webber himself told this to charles, who was absolutely baffled. 

in any case, charles was kinda suffering right now and that was because he was not getting slipstream from carlos to make his lap faster. meanwhile, carlos seemed to be actively trying to give charles the slipstream because he came on radio to say “he keeps missing the tow” 

and amazingly, franco colapinto was 4 tenths AHEAD of alex albon. alex albon who had not been unqualified by his teammate once since the start of 2023. ex red bull driver alex albon. that alex albon. 

max topped the times in q2, followed immediately by charles. insanely, fernando alonso managed to drag the aston martin to fifth. and franco was right behind him in 6th. by comparison alex albon was in 10th. 

and from q2 we lost ollie bearman, yuki tsunoda (who has never qualified lower than 8th in baku), pierre gasly, nico hulkenberg and lance stroll. so yes, ollie bearman managed to outqualify nico hulkenberg. this is ollies second ever f1 race. 

steaming on forward to q3. 

we had, for review, in q3 the following: 

both ferraris, both red bulls, both mercedes, both WILLIAMS (has not happened since vegas 2023), plus fernando alonso and oscar piastri. 

right out the gate it was wild. 

“red bull! theyve re found their mojo! or have they!” karun said. red bull were in 5th and 6th and not entirely sucking for the moment. 

everyone did one flyer and then came out at the end for a second flyer. 

here were the standings: 

charles, carlos, oscar, george, checo, max, lewis, alex, franco, fernando

and everyone was making it to the line and all was going smooth until-

wait a second what is that

could it be! alex albon! with the air box fan still on his car! surely not!!!

oh but it was! and harry and karun were like oh wow so unfortunate for williams tisk tisk

meanwhile ted jumped on the radio to Loudly announce to everyone that this was insane and if i have time here i will put the rant he ranted cause it was Fantastic.

and what do you know i have time

so we had 3 minutes left qualifying and everyone was pulling out of the pits for their last flyer when oscar hopped on the radio to say

"the williams still has the air box fan in"

"oh what an error! disaster for williams!" karun and harry said. they speculated if the marshalls could get it or if the session needed to be red flagged. but alex threw the fan off the car.

and then they asked "ted have you ever seen that before?" and ted did not hold back:

"ITS A MASSIVE YELLOW FAN HOW COULD YOU MISS IT???!!! HOW COULD THE MECHANICS MISS IT???? I CANT BELIVE THEY WOULD MAKE SUCH A MISTAKE DOWN AT WILLIAMS! SUCH AN EXPERIENCED BUNCH OF GUYS AND GIRLS! WHAT IS GOING ON AT WILLIAMS OPERATIONALLY? HOW COULD YOU SEND A CAR OUT LIKE THAT?"

alex, obviously, got fined for an unsafe release 5k euros. he also had to throw the fan off to the side and got slightly covered in dry ice. he did not get to the a second flying lap. 

franco did tho!

and here were out qualifying results: 

p1: charles p2: oscar p3: carlos p4: checo p5: george p6: max p7: lewis p8: fernando p9: franco p10: alex  p11: ollie p12: yuki p13: pierre p14: nico p15: lance p16: daniel  p17: lando p18: valtteri p19: zhou p20: esteban 

oh ho ho but we werent done yet. because pierre gasly got disqualified from qualifying. for failing fuel flow regulations. and lewis was going to have to start from the pit lane for changing his power unit. 

everyone, and by everyone i mean oscar max and checo, pretty much said that charles was going to get pole no matter what, they knew this coming in and the best they were trying for was second

onto the race. 

notably, this is considered a checo track. this was one of the three races that max did not win last year. because checo won it. its a track that he does well on, evidenced by the fact that he qualified above max in qualifying. so people were expecting big things from him.

and so, we head into lap 1.

charles managed to hang onto the lead. checo passed carlos straight out of the gate for third and max managed to pass george to take fifth. lando had managed to get ahead of nico and up into 13th. notably, franco held onto 8th and ollie was able to hold onto tenth. 

someone who was not doing well was lance stroll, who came on the radio saying that he had a puncture. this was from contact with yuki. lance had to pit for fresh tires and was pretty immediately thrown to the back of the grid. 

by lap 2 lando had managed to get past daniel and was in 12th, he was trying to get past yuki next, which he managed by lap 3. yuki also lost a  spot to nico. 

also slaying in the mclaren was oscar, who took fastest lap. then charles took fastest lap.

and lewis hamilton, who had started from the pit lane, was up to 16th. already. somehow. though he was displeased with the tires, sayig that “this tire is pretty bad” over the radio. 

yuki meanwhile was clearly having a problem because he had started going very very slowly. thought the pit wall said that he had no problems. this would later turn out to be false but we will indulge them for the time being. 

franco was STILL ahead of alex albon on lap 6. STILL. 

lando on lap 8 managed to push his way into points positions, overtaking ollie bearman for 10th. though this was where things were about to slow down for him because in front of him were alex, franco and fernando, who were all very close together and would be hard to get past. 

george was back in bad luck hell as a plastic bag entered his airbox. will he ever catch a break. 

on lap 11 nico hulkenberg finally caught up with ollie bearman and passed him for 11th. 

and max’s car was not working. to potentially no one’s surprise. “i have zero bite in the car” he said. and this was probably true because checo was a whole 6.5 seconds ahead of him. insane gap. 

several pit stops later that i will not detail out because we simply do not have the time, alex albon ended up in 4th and lando ended up in fifth. and oscar was about to get undercut by checo. 

“mojo seems to be back for checo perez” harry said, correctly. 

mojo was back for him indeed. and now he was right behind lando. 

and if you will recall, according to mclaren themselves, priority at mclaren is the team first, then oscar, then lando. but oscar was ahead of lando. so what did mclaren do? 

they asked lando do hold up perez, but not compromise his own race. 

remever a long time ago when i said mclaren wouldn't have any internal drama this season? man how i was wrong.

lando managed to hold up perez for around a lap or two before he got past. this was crucial because this was during when oscar was in the pits. 

thanks to lando and the power of the papaya rules teamwork, oscar ended up coming out in 4th, only .706s ahead of checo. 

mclaren are working together everyone! mclaren are working together!

meanwhile, turns out that yuki did indeed have problems because he retired on lap 17 with a hole in his sidepod from the contact with lance on lap 1. this was now two races in a row where he had had to retire for reasons out of his control. 

several more people pitted. and eventually charles was back out in front, oscar was in p2. until he wasn't. no, he didn't dnf. he overtook charles! he was in p1! he popped out of nowhere! nowhere being 2 car lengths back and just flooring it to spring around charles like a little silly slinky! karun called it a “good, fair and robust defense,” which sounds like its descibing notes in wine. but this was not wine. this was the baku gp. and we were only half done. 

ollie bearman was defending against lewis hamilton, holding on tightly to 14th place. 

charles was still behind oscar and he could not get past, despite the fact that he was still very much in spitting distance. “they are pushing like crazy or they have more grip than us” he said. 

carlos got past both lando and alex albon and was up into 4th

this brought max up behind lando. max was on 11 lap old tires and lando was on 24 lap old tires. but lando still defended like hell and managed to hold onto sixth. max was 0.632 seconds behind lando on lap 25 when he said that “my brakes are not working.” this was hardly a surprise. max has hated the car since china.

also experiencing technical difficulties was sir lewis hamilton. he was stuck down in 14th and was first told to do “everything you can do to get the surface temp down” of the tires. he said “im trying” then several laps later on lap 29 he came on the radio to say “are you seeing how i have to drive this thing?” “yes,” bono, his engineer said. “quite effective though.” 

max was still half a second behind lando. mclaren faked a pit stop call over the radio to get max to pit. he did not. 

but, george russell did manage to pass him. which was “not good for max’s world champion aspirations.”

this was also when ted very bafflingly said that “if i had a sofa in the pit lane i would be jumping up and down on it” im not sure what that was in response to. 

meanwhile, ollie was still holding off sir lewis hamilton. and charles was trying to get oscar to pit again by lying over the radio. it was not working. 

lando did a pit stop finally and came out a whole 15 second behind max. he was hoping to catch max by the end of the race. but it might be tight. lets go last lap lando. 

“lando, imagine andrea on your shoulder saying ‘zero wheel spin’ in every exit,” lando’s race engineer said. if you're confused, everyone else was too. 

10 laps to go and here were the order of affairs:

oscar

+.449s charles +1.865s checo +2.989s carlos +16.530s george  +1.909s max +11.535s lando +9.715s fernando +2.589s alex +2.451s nico +4.667s franco +1.590s lewis +1.261s ollie +1.791s pierre +9.205s daniel +23.919s esteban  +.789s lance +3.862s valtteri +3.631s guanyu 

lando was determined. he took fastest lap on lap 43 and was 8.8s behind max

at this point, the leaders were starting to lap the cars in the back. “the back markers are starting to come up,” checo’s engineer said to him. “its going to get messy.”

“hold onto your hats and if you don't have one go get one and hold onto it” harry said. harry would turn out to be correct. 

we had the top 3 all running very close to eachother, that was oscar, charles and checo and “welcome to the party carlos sainz!” who was now 1.2 seconds behind checo in the four way battle for the lead.

definitely not leading was lance stroll, who retired on lap 47 with a brake problem. 

oscar managed to pull ahead of charles by 1.5 seconds, finally knocking him out of DRS range. so now it was a three way battle for second. and charles had “no rear tires. no rear tires at all.” 

and, just like i said he would, lando managed to pass max on lap 49. he was closing the gap slowly in the championship. 

“verstappen’s day goes from bad to worse,” harry said. because lando still had fastest lap, so he would score 3 more points than max. which is important if lando wants to beat max in the championship (though i think hes still like 60 points behind)

meanwhile! franco managed to pass nico hulkenberg for 10th! he was in the points!!!! at his second race!!! 

but this was short lived because there was a crash! a big smackeroo! between carlos and checo!! checo was mad, carlos didn't know what happened. 

what happened was that carlos was trying to pass checo but checo did not move over. it was deemed an equal fault accident. both of them were utterly confused at what happened and apparently spent 20 minutes in the medical center being utterly lost and aparently saying that sometimes this sport sucks. and! contrary to what several people said! checo did not bang on carlos’s helmet after the crash. 

the crash actually caused chef's dad to have a heart attack. he is stable now.

and well. this clip of george from the post qualifying interviews definitely didnt age well:

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but! since we were a matter of a few laps from the end, this meant that the rest of the race was finished under a virtual safety car. 

which meant 

OSCAR PIASTRI WINS THE AZERBAIJAN GP

and george inherited p3! 

and on his own merit too! no safety cars, no team orders, no weird shit! 

“yes!” he whispered over the radio. 

he almost fell getting out of the car, then gave us all the “one moment” hand gesture before properly celebrating. 

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he also got driver of the day! 

(this was marginally better than george russell, who said over the radio “i cant get any rubber (to pick up on his tires) all im getting is leaves”)

gunther steiner also hosted the post race interviews. which was interesting. 

george said that the most difficult part of the race was “driving full gas into a wall of carbon fiber on the penultimate lap…the vsc should have come out sooner” 

charles bashed ferrari because they didn't do any high fuel runs in practice. 

oscar was entirely pleased. “i managed to overtake and hold onto it for the next 35 laps..one of the better races of my career.” and honestly, oscar winning a race straight after mclaren basically announcing that he was their number 2 driver is nothing short of hilarious.

and! mclaren was now leading the constructors championship by 20 points! for the first time in ten years!!!!

the top three had a moment outside of the car that was filled with baffled: 

and oscar's engineer tom got to stand on the podium with him. he usually takes a selfie with oscar after each race he podiums at, but he was too excited to so george took this picture for them

(george also aparently demomished oscar in a game of uno on the plane, immediately humbling him)

george also shielded himself from the champagne on the podium

the cooldown room reacted to the crash in a very straight forward manner:

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and very quickly cause its midnight and the singapore gp starts in 8 hours, the post race, speed ran: 

-mark webber told off laura winter for thinking that oscar didn't have good tire management

-alex albon was “super happy, that's a lot of points for us” (williams finished in 7th and 8th). he cut his own interview short when ollie bearman arrived, saying “I can go, im happy to go” and then waving comically. 

-williams was so pleased with this result they blasted everyone with champagne. and they overtook alpine in the constructors championship! this was also their best race finish all season

-(and a quick note, if youre going to really blame logan for being that shit of a driver here, please remember that the car he was driving was several rounds of upgrades behind alex's pretty much the entire time he was driving it)

-ollie became the first driver to ever score points in his first two races for two different constructors because the double dnf pushed him up to 10th place. he said that there was not much difference between the haas and the ferrari, the ferrari was just red

-franco continued to charm everyone and flirt with the reporters. 

-they interviewed george and lewis and the camera had to be adjusted for george's height. it was comical and resulted in my favorite edit so far of the season (sound on)

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-lando looked pleased and happy for once. he said about holding off checo that “i didn't hold him up i just had to cool my tires a little.” he was delighted to be leading the constructors for the first time in ten years and he defended alex albon saying “i struggled to get past alex for a while, which is common, alex doesnt make mistakes.” he also ratted on max for going to fast during the VSC and said “i didn't complain, facts were stated.” and to sum it all up he said that “im executing things well, i’m very quick…i’m not going to be the happiest guy, but i am never the happiest guy….car is performing well everywhere…some red cars behind us seem to be our biggest competitors right now” 

-by comparison george insulted all of pirelli. the tire people. “pretty infuriating that it (the pace) changes this so much….its black magic, people who make the tires don't understand the tires…..for 20 laps we had a car not worthy of points and for 20 laps we had a car fighting for victory and the only difference is the tires.” 

-lewis was notably upset after the race and walked through the paddock with his helmet on, not wanting to talk to anyone. but he did talk to franco and ollie and congratulate them on a job well done defending against him and racing against him. franco even fangirled over this on his instagram. 

-charles was clearly upset with ferrari. he was so upset he posted a thirst trap.

-and oscar. oscar was very happy this afternoon. and his mom was there! she doesnt usually come cause it scares her, but nicole was there today! 

-mclaren celebrated with a hell of a lot of champagne. both oscar’s wina and lando’s insane recovery, and the fact that they were leading the championship. red bull have been dethroned, at least for now. 

-there was so much champagne that lando took off his socks to spray it. all seems well at mclaren. 

-at least one thing is for sure, oscar had a better time here this weekend than last year when he got food poisoning and only ate four pieces of toast

and with that. we head into singapore. quite literally as it is starting in a few hours. again, i apologixe about this post. its a little sad, but the next one will be better. pinkly promise. 

see you all soon!!!

[scopop08]

Mrs. doubleO I heard you were considering a divorce. Is that still an option? (Also I miss the moss cloak. Give it back.)

Thank you to @iputmcytsintohydraulicpress for the 43 reblogs when I said I would post this for one note. We should frolic together.

[altxrrmelancholy]

Tags: a bit of fluff, angst, bf!San crying, byeol is the main character today, a bit of comfort.

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The sound of your heels were heard throughout the hospital floor as you rushed to the room Byeol was being held. You stopped in front of room 702 and gently opened the door, so as to not startle the feline. You had run from work after getting a short call from San, stating that Byeol's surgery was scheduled a bit earlier. You therefore had no time to change and straight up dashed out your cubical.

You spotted San in the corner with his hands folded on the table where a resting Byeol was. He was just staring at the cat, his head on his folded arms.

"Sannie?" You called softly. Your boyfriend did little to acknowledge your presence. You walked straight to him and pulled his head from his hands so he could look up at you.

"Y/n..." His voice sounded so shaky. It broke your heart "What if Byeol is not the same after this, huh? What if they hurt her and she doesn't wake up and she- "

You suddenly hugged him to shut him up. His head rested on your stomach as you combed his short black hair back. You didn't really understand him because you never got along with Byeol. You never even liked cats in the first place. But Byeol was important to San. And everything important to your boyfriend was automatically important to you too.

The short moment was interrupted when a short lady in a lab coat walked in, followed by a uniformed man who you assumed was the nurse.

"Hello Mr. Choi! Hello miss! You must be his partner, welcome! I'm Doctor Lily and I'm going to be performing the surgery on Byeolie here today." She had a small assuring smile on her that made you feel at ease.

You let go of San for a bit. "Hey. Yes I am, nice to meet you."

"So, we're gonna start the surgery now. If you don't mind you can wait outside for a bit and I'll be sure to call you once it's over."

"Great. Hey honey let's go." You looked to San to see him already standing up, wiping his face with the sleeves of his hoodie. He stood behind you and held on to your silk shirt with his head down, waiting for you to leave so he could follow.

After a few more words with the vet doctor, you headed outside with San in tow, taking a seat on one of the chairs outside... with San in tow of course.

You could hear Byeol's shrieking beginning to get louder and louder. It's as if San couldn't take it anymore and let his head fall onto your shoulder. He was audibly crying along with Byeol as they gave her injections to prepare her for the surgery.

"Oh my baby... My sweet sweet baby. Shh it's gonna be okay Sannie." Your arms went round (at least tried to) his shoulders and tapped him a little to calm him down. He was still inconsolable as Byeol's cries could still be heard. His sniffling in between his sobs made your heart clench. You had to hold back though for San's sake. You knew that Byeol's situation was not that bad. She would be fine after the necessary procedures. Your boyfriend however, couldn't handle the fact that she was in pain, and wanted so badly to take it away from her.

"There there baby," you cooed amongst his sniffling, "everything will turn out fine. I promise."

[simplydannie]

["The Set Up"]

If Floyd were in Veneer's shoulder pad instead of JD and Veneer never needed to take a troll's talent to sing, I bet he'd have Crimp disable the built-in vaccum so the button doesn't work when he presses it. Before and during the Rage Dome show, he'd probably be trying to figure out how to free the trolls.

Bruce, being a dad himself and having witnessed the whole thing from Veneer's other shoulder pad, would figure out Floyd's relation to Veneer pretty fast.

Can you imagine Floyd attempting to fend off Ruff and Gruff and going like, "GET AWAY FROM MY SON!!"?

You just keep giving me the best ideas! And I love that! Ty so much! ❤️ Veneer would definitely have Crimp do that! But tbh I canon Veneer to be a little tech savvy himself (an HC keep forgetting to post). After getting the shoulder pads, Veneer would tinker with them, being able to disable the himself. Floyd would trust Veneer and hop on back in the diamond. Bruce on the other hand is hesitant, he trusts his brother. Vennie is determined to help him get their brothers back along with freeing his sister… up until the events of the Rage Dome show here the following events take place:

The Set Up (Alternate Version)

Link to main story here.

“How can we trust that this works?” Bruce asks as he was placed back in his diamond and onto the shoulder pad. He hesitantly looked up Veneer, then to Floyd opposite him.

“It’s going to work. Trust me, and I trust Ven.” The small Troll looked up and smiled at the Rageon. Veneer gave him a small grin, but was then over shadowed by sorrow. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“…You should’ve gotten out while you could..” Veneer whispered.

“Not again. Not without you or your sister. I am NOT going to make that same mistake again.” Floyd told him. Bruce watched the interaction between the two…something began to feel familiar….His thoughts were cut short as the door to the dressing bursted open.

“Time to go.” Ruff declared. Veneer swallowed the lump in his throat as he stood up. The Bergen escorted him out and to the black limo waiting for them to take them to the Rage Dome show.

Veneer was silent the entire way. He could hear Velvet talking excitedly, but her voice was muffled…All he could think about was how could he break Floyds brothers free, how could he escape this mess with his sister…alive. Out of the corner of his eye he looked at Mistress. She was way deep into her phone to notice anything…

“Veeenn? Hello, Earth to Veneer!” His sister’s voice finally caught his attention.

“What?”

“Were you even listening to a word I was saying?”

“Uh….”

“Never mind. Let’s just go out there and kill this!” She exclaimed as the vehicle pulled up to the red carpet.

The moments that followed were all a blur to Veneer. Smile, let them think you love them, Mistress said before they stepped out. As if in a trance, the twins walked down the red carpet waving and smile, they signed autographs, blow kisses to their adoring fans. They stopped for a quick interview. This isn’t real, Veneer continued to think to himself…none of it. The way they got here, it wasn’t real, it was fake…they were frauds…and they had to get out. But he had to play it smart…if he didn’t, it wouldn’t only be him that Mistress would kill, it would also be his sister.

They made their way through the entrance and towards the entrance of the stage where they were to perform. They were placed on two separate platforms that were to rise center stage.

“Ready?” Velvet asked as they touched up her last makeup.

“Ready.” Veneer smiled to her holding out his pinky. She wrapped hers around his tightly….Something they had come up with since they were younger.

“Promises.”

“Promises.”

Bruce glanced around the exterior…a realization hit him. He banged on the diamond with his tiny fists attempting to get Floyd and Veneer’s attention. “Guys! I over heard something that vile woman said. She said about marketing something look like an accident.”

“What.” Floyd stated.

“Kid! You have too…” He was cut short as the lights went black and music began playing in the back ground.

“Troll time.” Velvet clicked the center button. It absorbed the essence of the Trolls that were in her diamonds. She radiated with a light, her glowing a pink pigmentation that Veneer hadn’t seen before…a fear began striking him. He did the same…but Floyd and Bruce only pretended they were being hurt…What Veneer did to the shoulder pads worked, their essence wasn’t absorbed.

The platforms began to rise.

“HELLO MOUNT RAGEOUS!” Velvet screamed into her mic. The chants and screams of the crowds were muffled to Veneer’s ears…a nervousness began to settle over him…he had never felt this way at a performance before…did the essence really do that?

“You have to do it. You have the talent in you, Vennie…I’ve seen it. You can do it.” Floyd reassured him. The Rageon nodded and joined his sister in the melody of the song. It was soft at first, but his voice grew as his confidence did. He held back though, he didn’t want to over power his sister…he knew that’s what Mistress didn’t want. Bruce stared at Floyd who smiled up at Veneer as he sang…a smile like a proud father…the realization his Bruce…That’s when unfamiliar sounds began to emerge from under them. The platform Veneer was on began to rattle and shake. The Rageon looked down, his heartbeat began to quicken.

“What the…” He murmured as the sounds continued to rumble from within the platform. “Vels?” He turned to call out to his sister. She heard the sounds herself.

“Ven?” She said.

SNAP! Just then the platform broke in half. Velvet screamed her brother’s name as she reached out to grab him, but she only touched the hem of his frilled sleeve. She screamed as she watched her brother tumble towards the ground, the debris of the platform following after. Velvet attempted to press a panic button hidden with the platform to try and lower it….but it stayed risen. The screams and cries of the audience echoed through the auditorium as they witness what happened. They began to flee and run out in horror.

“SOMEONE! HELP! PLEASE HELP ME BROTHER!” She cried from the risen platform. Oh god, please okay, she thought as tears stung her eyes.

It took a moment for the dust to clear. Floyd and Bruce stirred inside their diamond. They were dizzy, but they were unharmed. They looked at the fallen debris around them…it seemed as if the entire Rage Dome had fallen, but it was just everything that was left over of the platform.

“Ven?…VEN!” Floyd called out. He peeked through his diamond. Veneer lay face up, one arm sprawled out on his side, the other resting on his stomach, he breathing was ragged and heavy, blood coming from his nose and mouth. “Ven. Answer me please!” Floyd cried.

“….I can’t….I can’t feel my legs…” His voice was almost a whisper. The Trolls looked to see that some of the debris had fallen on his legs, “….it hurts…it hurts so bad…” Veneer attempted to take a deep breath, but that even stung his lungs…he coughed out blood.

“Oh god. No…no…no…no!” Floyd panicked as he banged against the diamond, attempting to break it. “I’m here Ven! It’s okay I’m here!”

“Floyd.” Bruce attempted to call out to his brother…he knew the feeling…the feeling of seeing your child hurt…He felt himself be lifted. Through pain, Veneer reached over and took out each diamond…he released the Trolls. His arms fell limp again on his side as the pain shot through. Floyd ran over to him, placing his two little hands on Veneer’s cheek.

“Hey, I’m here. I’m here. You’re not alone. You going to make it through. You hear me. You’re going to make it through!” He leaned his tiny forehead on Veneer’s cheek. Yes, Bruce understood now…he understood what these two meant to Floyd…he knew now that he wasn’t going to leave without them. Noises were heard far off…the sound of footsteps approaching them.

“Floyd..we…we have to hide at least.” Bruce said.

“No.”

“…Run….” Veneer whispered through his pain.

“NO!”

The footsteps grew louder as they got closer. Whatever it was big, as the ground shook for the small Trolls. Suddenly out of the debris, two Bergens appeared: Ruff and Gruff. They looked down at displeasure at the Trolls. They saw that Veneer was still alive…this wasn’t part of the plan.

“Kill the Rageon. Eat the Trolls.” Gruff said. Ruff smiled as he attempted to stomp on the Trolls. They moved away in time, leaving Veneer alone and exposed to the Bergens. Gruff hovered over Veneer.

“Night night.” He reached over to place his hands on the Rageons head, ready to snap his neck.

“NO!” Floyd wrapped his hair around a tubing of debris. He swung and swung gaining enough force and momentum. He slingshotted himself straight towards the Bergens forehead. His force was so great that it knocked the Bergens out cold, causing him to fall backwards. Ruff stared in bewilderment as his brother was knocked out by a tiny Troll. He snarled his teeth at Floyd.

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM! YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY SON!” Floyd screamed up. Ruff laughed as he reached down to grab Floyd, but the Troll being smaller, was quicker. He diveraged from the Bergen, through his legs. Using his hair, Floyd shot straight up. While in the air, he wrapped his hair again and shot straight for the Bergens stomach causing hims to groan. Floyd noticed a metal piping on top of the Bergens head. He wrapped his hair around the pipe and pulled…

CRASH! It fell straight on top of the Bergen, knocking him out along with his brother on the floor. Floyd waited moment, he then ran to Veneer again…He was still breathing, he was still alive, good.

“I’m getting you out of here!” Floyd tried his best to move the giant debris off the Rageon. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Floyd turned to Bruce who had a small smile on his face….tears began to sting Floyds face.

“I get it now bro. I understand. And I’m going to help you get him out…We’ll need some back up though.” Bruce turned…out from amongst the debris, gray Trolls began to appear…Under Rageous Trolls. Floyd quickly got in front of Veneer, protecting him.

“Rageous Trolls? They hate Rageons.” Floyd said.

One little gray Troll got in front of all the other ones, the leader by the looks of him, “We do. But we saw everything happen. This Rageon really means a lot to you doesn’t he? We heard what you called him.” Floyd swallowed the lump in his throat not knowing what to answer, “We’ll help him. We’ll get your kid out and to safety.”

[their-little-writer]

“Puppy treats”

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I wanted to write something for me and my fellow pet regressors :3 also please remember that this is sfw only and i want to keep it and this account this way.

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Ya know out of all the things that could happen in your life, meeting the ruler of hell was probably the most interesting thing that could happen to you. The next was finding out that he not only knew what age regression / pet regression was but he was also a caregiver for it!

You found this out because one night you were sitting on the couch watching cartoons with your paci, sippy cup, your blanky, and your favorite cartoons on tv before you heard the door to your house opening and then seeing lucifer the moment the door walked in-

His eyes widened a little as he saw you, not to long after a smile appeared on his face "Well well, hello there little one" he said softly as he saw you. And ever since that day he has been your caregiver

One morning you had woken up in his bed and looked around the room a little. Your mind was all fuzzy and you slowly felt the urge to bite something which usually meant that you were slipping into your puppy headspace.

You slowly got off the bed and went and crawled into your puppy bed which wasnt far off and closed your eyes slowly drifting off to sleep again.

About an hour later lucifer had walked in to go check in on you want smiled softly as he saw you in your puppy bed. He slowly started to walk over to you and gently crouched down beside you. He slowly started to run his hand threw your hair, gently rubbing it as he spoke softly "come on deary, its time to wake up now"

You slowly started to open your eyes as you felt his hand going threw your hair you slowly looked up at him. "Good morning puppy" he said with a smile. "Want me to go get your tail an ears?" luci said as you nodded softly as you tried to wake up.

Lucifer smiled and nodded as he went to his closet and pulled out a soft cream colored box and walked over to you. he pulled out the ears and gently put them on your head as he grabbed the tail and gently put the belt on you to attach it. "There we go puppy, all better?" he said and you nodded softly. You got up slowly, doing a big Strech as you sat up and looked at him; he smiled as he stood up and slowly started to walk out into the main lobby, you starting to follow by his side.

He went over to your bowl and started to pour some kibble (coco puffs) into it with some water beside it. You smiled softly as he walked over and started to eat your breakfast.

Soon lucifer had gotten a call which he walked off to the side to go take. You looked over as he did wanting to follow him but you refrain and continued to eat your breakfast.

Shortly after he walked over to you, and you sat down infront of him. "Puppy i am so sorry i have to go on a mission that is far to dangerous for you." when he said that you let out a whine. "i know i know but i promise i will be back as soon as i can ok?" he said. you whined again as he sighed softly "i know dear, follow me" he said walking over to the couch. You followed as he patted a spot on the couch to wear you went and gently jumped up on. He smiled softly as he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around you as he went and grabbed your favorite stuffie, paci and chew toy as he put them beside you as he put on bluey. "there you go darling, all cozy and you have everything you need. i promise i will be back as soon as possible ok?" he said. You nodded softly as he kissed your head and walked out the door.

You pouted a little before turning to the tv smiling as you saw the episode of bluey wear muffin was tired and being crazy, which made you feel better.

A few hours go by and you soon hear the door open. You smile as you got up and saw it was lucifer. You sat infront of him as he closed the door and crouched down and started to play with your hair . "hey puppy, did you miss me?" he asked even though he already knew the answer. You let out a small bark and smiled big with a nodded; he laughed softly and smiled with a nod " i figured

You smiled softly as your tail swayed, he smiled softly as he looked at his (overly expensive) watch and looked at you “come on puppy let’s go get a treats before we head to bed”. You nodded your head softly as you followed him to the kitchen, where he grabbed a jar and opened it carefully. You smiled as he gently placed a bone shaped cookie he made in front of you giving a signal to go ahead and eat it. You smiled as you took it and ate it; soon looking at him as he walked with you to his room. You followed as he changed out of his suit and into a pair of sweatpants and a shirt; he went and laid down on the bed as you followed him and curled up in his arms. He smiled softly and gently rubbed your head “goodnight my sweet puppy” he said gently kissing your head before falling asleep

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I finally got this story done lol

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[annasinterests]

don't look at me like that unless you mean it

seasons don’t fear the reaper ♫ nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain

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a/n: hello hello hello!!!! i am crawling back from the trenches to update for this series!!! i've gotten a few comments here and there of people telling me how much they've enjoyed it so far which has made my heart grow 3x bigger. thank you to everyone who has been so patient with me and still following along <3 y'all mean the world to me!!!! enjoy buddies <3

word count: 1.3k (for good reason i promise)

pairings: joel miller x f!reader

warnings & tags: minors dni, abby's group pov, direct consequence of the last chapter, swearing, lots of tension!, depictions of violence, whatever you know of TLOU part II- throw it out the window from here forward — please tell me if i missed anything!

The gas station stood under the muted glow of the moon, its once-red sign now an overgrown relic, its letters lacking the shiny luster they had decades ago. The windows were boarded up with rotten wood, and the interior had been stripped down to its very foundation. It was the best refuge offered in the miles they trekked– the only, really.

Abby stormed across the linoleum floors, the rubber soles of her boots striking with an angry cadence, one maintained from the moments they stopped running. She carelessly slung her pack off her shoulders, letting it land haphazardly on the side, and drove her knife into the countertop. Planting her hands to steady herself, she murmured curses under her breath, a volatile symphony of emotions reverberating in the stale air.

The others trailed behind her, one attempting to make themselves inconspicuous by being the last– a futile effort given the charged atmosphere.

"Couldn't think of a name that didn't start with the same letter as your own?" Abby's voice cut through the silence, her anger evident even without turning to face her target.

Mel avoided looking at her hunched figure. The tension between them had been going on for months, and this was certainly the breaking point. Abby had been set on one mission for years, and all it took was five minutes for Mel to screw up. Your escape forced them fleeing farther than Abby preferred, dismantling their camp in haste and running until they felt some semblance of safety over the border into Idaho.

Embarrassment colored Mel's face as she weakly rationalized her guilt, "I told you it wasn't a good idea to begin with."

Abby scoffed and rolled her eyes, a sardonic smile curling on her lips, "What you should've told me was that you're totally fucking incapable. Would've been crystal clear, then."

Mel swallowed hard, feeling Abby's rage descend upon her like a palpable force. Glancing at the others, most avoiding eye contact due to their own discomfort, Mel crossed her arms and tried to find the courage to defend herself once more.

"I did my best."

"Well your best wasn't good enough," Abby retorted without missing a beat, finally turning to face Mel. The moonlight streamed through the cracks of the boards just enough to illuminate the intensity of her glare and furrowed brows.

It was clear that Nora and Manny's sentiments aligned with Abby's, yet they chose silence over confrontation. Jordan and Nick, perpetually indifferent, remained on the fringe, more interested in the thrill of hunting and hurting enemies rather than the unfolding of drama within their group.

"Listen, what's done is done, alright?" Owen placed his hand on Nora's back, an action that sent a pang of jealousy through Abby's stomach. She eyed them both with disgust and forced herself to swallow down the brewing nausea. "Now, our best bet is to head back to Seattle. We can regroup–"

"Se- What?" Abby's eyes widened at the suggestion. "No– We're not-"

"We don't have a choice," he cut her off and took a step towards her, concern evident on his features.

"The hell we don't!" Her voice thundered. "We're not going back!"

"You're being reckless!" Owen snapped back with an accusatory finger, "We can't afford-"

"Four years!" Abby seethed, her frustration pouring out, "Four fucking years, gone to shit because of her!"

Owen's jaw clenched, tired of the constant hostility towards Mel. "You're looking at a whole town to go after us, you know that, right?"

She pressed her lips into a thin line.

"What then, Abby? You wanna start a war with these people, is that it?" His voice raised with each word. "We can barely keep up with the Scars!"

The weight of the past bore down on Abby, her blind rage and need for retribution chaotically clashing with the pragmatic choice he presented, one that resonated with the others as they too recognized the impracticality of her rage.

Her clenched fists trembled at her sides, torn between her relentless pursuit of revenge and going about it all sensibly. She would've almost agreed with him– almost– if it hadn't been for the small voice that came from behind him.

"He's right."

The room plunged into a deafening silence, the air undeniably thick with tension now more than ever. Mel's figure was almost entirely shielded by Owen at this point, her provocation igniting an instant outrage.

Abby's features darkened and she ripped her knife from the counter, raising it as she stormed towards Mel. How dare she? It was bad enough that she embodied a constant reminder of everything Abby and Owen could've been, but now she had the audacity to defy Abby despite being the one responsible for this entire mess?

Owen caught her arm and she lunged against his hold with a powerful shout, "Fuck you!"

He pushed Abby back just enough to create distance, opening his mouth to speak but only being met with a forceful shove and resounding slap. "And fuck you, too!"

Abby's chest heaved as she backed up and glared between the two; one a former friend, the other a former lover– both nothing more than traitors to her now. She scoffed and shook her head, swiftly turning on her heel to retreat through a backroom and subsequent door outside. Manny exchanged a quick look with Nora before slowly trailing after her, while Owen watched her storm out with an apathetic expression and a loose arm wrapped around Mel in a half-assed attempt of consoling her.

Outside, Abby leaned against the cool brick of the building, her skin radiating a heat that would surely be more welcomed in the winter versus now. The bitter taste of frustration lingered in her mouth and it seemed like nothing could soothe the tumult within, not even the loud buzzing and ticking of insects around could snap her out of it.

She slid down the wall until she hit the ground with a soft thud and rubbed her hands over her face. She felt so much all at once– anger, grief, sorrow, resentment. This was all she could think about, all that she worked so hard for, only for it to be ruined. She couldn't fathom being forced to take ten steps back when she was so close to ending this nightmare.

Quietly, Manny joined her side. Her leveled counterpart, the one that could ground her when she was too close from flying off the handles. At one point in time, Owen had been that for her, but it ended long ago– back when he still believed in this mission, when he still believed in them.

Manny understood Abby's turmoil well– hell, he harbored the same resentment. He figured him to be another asshole left in this world to begin with, but the belief was solidified once he broke Abby's heart.

However, he also recognized the necessity of unity.

"Abs..." His tone was soft, "you know I've got your back, right?"

She shifted slightly, nodding and meeting his eyes. "And you know I hate Owen just as much as you do... fuckin’ idiot seems to forget these two are the reason we winded up here, but–”

Abby gave him a pointed look, to which he defensively held a hand up, "Maybe we should go back to Seattle."

All Abby could muster was a half-hearted scoff before Manny spoke again, "I know it's not what you want– but now they know, and now they'll be expecting… Think of it as a chance to make no mistakes next time."

She looked back down between her knees, reluctantly acknowledging the wisdom in his words with a nod. She sighed, her shoulders easing a bit of tension, "We were so close, Manny."

"I know, Abs," he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his voice carrying the weight of shared disappointment. With a gentle jostle, he infused a touch of optimism reserved for moments like this, "But listen... Just when they think we're gone, we'll be right under their noses, yeah?"

The thought was enough to make her crack a smile.

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The Gym Membership - Part 33 (Crosshair)

Summary: Crosshair and Layla start fresh

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I honestly can't say enough how much I love you all. The 450 follower celebration is over, but I'm already thinking about what to do for the next one. I also want to let you know that I am currently working on the Reunion, and that will be started up soon again.

Thank you all for sticking around and waiting for the stories to start again. Thankfully, things with my mom have finally started to calm down and become routine. So it's less of stressful and less of struggle. Just a new norm, now.

Thank you all for being amazing and awesome.

Love oo

Warnings: bantering, insults, guilt, starting over. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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He cleared his throat as he leaned against the car, he tilted his head back, fighting tears, rolling his eyes. He took in a deep breath, “You know, your sister told me that I would grow to like you. And, of course, she had to show me even after all these years she’s always right, as much as I don’t want to admit you’re not half bad.” He rubbed the back of his hand running his hand over his buzzed hair, “Anyway, I apologize for not keeping the promise I made her.”

“What promise?”

He turned his head to look at Layla, “She never told you?” Layla shook her head lost at his question, “She made me promise that if anything happened to her I would look after you.” Her eyes widened as tears began to prick at his statement, “I guess I’ve really failed on that aspect, haven’t I?”

I let out a sigh and shook my head, fighting back the tears that were threatening to come out. As I thought back over the past few years, a heavy weight settled on my chest. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to fulfil my sister’s wish, it was because I didn’t let him. I rubbed my forehead, “Listen, it’s not your fault.” I shifted and turned to look at Cross, “After all the crap I put you through, all the arguments I instigated and initiated, the extra effort I put in to make your life a living hell, I mean it’s not exactly like I allowed you to get close to me much less take care of me. You didn’t fail your promise. I prevented you from completing it. It’s on me.”

Cross arched his eyebrow as he looked at her, his tattoo lengthening as he arched. He let out a small huff, nodding slightly, “Well, being the gentleman that I am, I didn’t want to say it, but since you brought it up…” he smirked, chuckling a little, “I mean you were snippety, grouchy, and slightly cantankerous.”

“Grouchy? Cantankerous?” I smirked as I looked at him.

“Would you prefer rude?”

“Alright, I may have been a little rude”

“Sarcastic”

I lifted my hand waving away the words floating around me, “Okay. Okay, listen, that’s like the pot calling the kettle black, as if you were any easier to deal with, you snippety, snarky, lanky ...” in that moment, I completely forgot what he used to do in the army.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll wait, I’m sure something really clever will just pop right out of that smart-ass mouth of yours.” He chuckled as he waited patiently for her to finish her sentence. 

“Well now, I can’t just say sniper, can I?” I smirked, shaking my head.

Crosshair laughed, it wasn’t a full belly laugh, but it’s been more than he’s done in a while; he cleared his throat ignoring the shock on Layla’s face, “Regardless Layla, you were by her side every spare second you had, and you trusted me enough even if you didn’t like me to take care of her when I was there.” He smirked as he watched her mouth open and close like a fish several times, “My point is, you took care of Avery; even if I didn’t like you, you’ve earned the right to have someone take care of you. So now it’s my turn to live up to the promise I made you sister. It’s my turn to look after you.” 

He shifted his cup from one hand to the other, he moved off the car and turned to face her. Holding his hand out to her, “We’ve been through hell and back together, so it’s time we start fresh. No anger. No hatred. Just an ex brother-in-law meeting his sister-in-law, for the first time.”

He smiled, as he kept his hand stretched out to her, “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Crosshair Fett, Avery’s … ex-husband.”

This man continually surprised me. After all, there were a lot of things about him that grated on my nerves, but seeing him like this … I never gave him a chance to actually get to know the kind of person he was, I simply imagined him as the worst human being possible due to my own grief and pain. I needed someone to hate, someone to blame for being all alone, and choose to take it out on him. 

I nodded as I shook his hand, surprised by the sheer size of it, his fingers were long and practically enveloped my whole hand. “I’m Layla Taylor, pleasure to meet you, Crosshair.”

He held on to her hand for a few seconds longer, enjoying the warmth of her hand against his own, he pulled away when he realized how long he held it.

“Listen, you have my number so if there’s anything you need just send me a text or call, but I’d prefer a text.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that, and I’m glad we’re starting over.”

He nodded, smiling softly, “Yeah, me too.”

I finished my coffee, before finally asking him the one question that I’d been dying to ask since I first met him, “Um … Cross, are you doing anything for the 28th?”

“Why would I be doing anything for the end of the month?”

“Oh … um … well see … Avery and I … we used to celebrate the day she joined the army, it would’ve been fifteen years on the 28th. It was sort of a celebration that she survived. Maybe it’s stupid…”

“No. I don’t think so; that’s a very … Avery-thing to do. Tell me, what would you guys do?”

“It really depended on Avery, sometimes she wanted to hit the clubs, dance it out all night. Other times we would go to a fancy restaurant and get all gussied up. One time she wanted to do karaoke downtown.”

“What do you think she would’ve done this time?”

I chuckled thinking about my little sister, “Knowing her, something different, maybe axe throwing. She’d mentioned it a couple of times. I’m sure that would’ve been her thing this time.”

Cross nodded as he finished his coffee, the sweet and delicious liquid warming him up, and easing the bad mood, “I’m up for axe throwing. I’m sure my family would be too.”

“You think?” My eyes widened with joy at the thought of so many people celebrating a momentous moment in Avery’s life. 

“I’ll get Mel to text you, she’s really good at organizing this stuff.”

“Oh, I can text her, I have her number. We’ve been talking here and there since I met her at the setting of the headstone, well her and Zai. They’re pretty awesome.” 

“Yeah, they are. Well since you got this cover, just let me know the time and location. I’ll be there.” Cross shifted off his car, opening the door, he turned one last time to look at Layla, “Layla you should know, Avery loved you. There was never a moment, she wasn’t raving about her amazing sister.”

I simply nodded, fighting back the tears, and clearing my throat. 

“Anyway, I’m glad we’re starting over,” he stated as he closed the door, starting the car and heading off.

There was something about the way he said those words, I felt my cheeks heat up as his eyes locked on to mine. I tried to respond, however, my words hung on the tip of my tongue unable to be uttered, I simply nodded in agreement, as I watched him get in his car and drive away. 

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[radiowallet]

Eyes Open - Epilogue

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Amy Oliver (ofc) Summary: One more trip to the grocery store. WC: 551 Warnings: None really. Mention of the kids. Sickly sweet fluff.

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“Okay, who’s in charge of the list?”

“I’ve got it!”

“Thanks, Missy,” Amy hums, handing the list over to the older girl where she's waiting by the grocery cart. 

She was still a little surprised Missy asked to come with them on the weekly shopping trip, almost positive that the 17-year-old would have something more riveting to do on a Saturday afternoon. But Missy had been all smiles, chatting away with Harris in the backseat of her dad’s car about the cartoon the two of them had watched together over cereal that morning. Amy had watched from the kitchen counter, hiding her smile behind her coffee cup, the sight of the two of them together never losing its shine. 

The list taken care of, she glances over her shoulder, realizing that 2 out of their group of 4 have split off, their wandering eyes (and matching sweet tooths) having been distracted. 

“Normally, people wait to buy candy bars at the end of the shopping trip, not the beginning.” 

Marcus and Harris turn to her with wide, doleful eyes, bottom lips jutting out in perfect unison. 

“Just one, Ames? For us to split?”

“Yeah, Mommy. Just one?”

She frowns, weighing the cost of the fight with Harris to the benefit of Marcus making it up to her later. There had been a small attempt on her end to instill some sort of structure into Harris’s eating habits the older she got, but there were still those days when any food that made it into the 8-year-old felt like a victory. 

Marcus, sensing a shift in her decision, makes one final plea. “They say it’s bad to shop on an empty stomach.” 

She sighs, knowing when she’s been licked, the Moreno charm always so disarming, even under the harsh fluorescent light of a grocery store.  

“Grab two,” she finally agrees, and Marcus pumps his fist into the air before high-fiving Harris. 

“You pick, jellybean. I’m gonna go thank your mom.” 

“Okay, Daddy,” Harris says, her attention already glued to the brightly colored packaging. 

Marcus moves over to Amy, pulling her in for a quick kiss, eyes bright and smile wide. “Is this our last chore for the day?”

“Mmm, why? Bored already?”

“No,” he teases with another kiss to the corner of her lips, eyes darkening the tiniest bit. “Just wondering how long before I get to take you home.”

There’s a joke on the tip of her tongue but she loses her footing, one word sending a thrill down her spine even after all these months. Home. Yes, she thinks. Amy is ready to get home too. 

“This is the last thing,” she promises.

“Good,” Marcus nods just as Harris runs back, M&Ms and a Butterfinger held above her head in victory. He smiles at the sight,  gladly tearing open the brown bag and handing it back before taking the Butterfinger for himself. 

“Hey, Ames?”

“Yeah?” she calls back, already three steps ahead, Missy calling out the first item on the list. 

“Thank you.”

And she can’t help but turn and smile, a quick wink shot in Marcus’s direction. “For what?” 

The End

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A/N: Hello everyone! I wanted to take a small minute to thank the readers of this little story. This one specifically was always meant to be someplace safe and fun for me. I wrote it start to finish before posting a single chapter, and used it as a way to flex my waning creativity in the middle of a very difficult time. And while I know it isn't my best, it's my most joyful writing to date, and I think there's something to be said about that.

Thank you to every single person who read it, liked it, reblogged it. For sharing in this joy with me for this small moment in time. Thank you.

[defenderofthelight]

About me~

Hello! I'm Hannah and if you stumbled upon my blog - welcome! I'm glad you're here 🥰

A little about me: I'm a married 90's kid but I don't have any kiddos (yet). I work part-time as a barista, make designs for Redbubble, and am working on a couple writing/editing projects. I love coffee, tea, purple, pink, and pastel colors. I struggle with fatigue, major depression, anxiety, and C-PTSD but don't let my weaknesses hold me back or define who I am. I LOVE to create and although I've had some major slumps with my mental health, I always find myself going back to it. When I'm not creating, I enjoy spending time with my hubby or my closest friends and family. I also love video games (cozy indie games are my favorite), reading, music, collaborating with characters or story ideas, and watching Bob's Burgers, old TV shows, or anime.

My projects: Skyglass (main): middle grade fantasy series I'm currently writing about a bunch of fae kiddos. Premise: A young orphaned girl learns she’s from a magical world. But she must make an important choice—stay in her comfort zone and let fear control her, or step up and help change the course of history in her new world.

Project Burley (on hiatus): collaborative project I started on Instagram in 2019. It's about a creative arts school that houses middle school through high school students in a world where creativity is severely looked down on. I still love my kiddos deeply from this project, so I plan on posting more about them here. And if you're ever interested in reading my short stories and learning even more about my kids, links to my stories are at the bottom of this post and in my linktree.

TBN "Oreo" project (side): another story I've got in development that'll probably turn into a book. Premise: After being sent to a school for young criminals and social outcasts, Theo must team up with the eccentric Orly. Because their school isn't what he thought it was, and they are all in danger of being turned into weapons of war for their country. (I'll use the "Project Oreo" tag for this now).

AND I'm bound to post about miscellaneous other characters and story ideas. Since I play around with a lot -- but those above are my most consistent/serious ones at the moment.

Other interests: In case you couldn't already tell, I'm passionate about original characters, stories, and content. It's not that I hate fan made content (and you're bound to see fan art reblogged on my side blog sometimes), but there is something truly special about original ideas so that is where my main interest lies. I really hope to find many original character artists and writers here to love and support.

I'm also a huge advocate for mental health and strive to be a light in this dark, chaotic world. I plan to make my blogs safe, happy places for anyone to enjoy who shares common interests with me.

If anything I've rambled about resonates with you, I'd love for you to follow my blog! I promise I'll check out every blog that follows mine and give you a follow back if I like what I see 💜

You can also follow my side blog @heartsintent where I reblog posts.

Thank you for reading!!

Books I'm currently reading: The Golden Yarn (Reckless Book 3) by Cornelia Funke, The Hard Good by Lisa Whittle

Games I'm currently playing/regularly play: Stardew Valley (regularly), Coral Island, Spirittea, Farm Together (regularly), Sims 4 (regularly) -- I'm an Xbox girl, but I sometimes play on Switch too

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[aerodaltonimperial]

Lyric prompt

And then I think of yesterday

And every promise that you made

I never thought I'd be the one that you would break

(I'm in a confidence crisis that I cannot write anything good by myself so I'm attempting to work on the skills in myself I know I am lacking on here THIS IS SO LONG AS A RESULT)

The lights flicker, sputter, and go out with an ominous decrescendo before the entire backstage is plunged into darkness. Pitch black, really, because there aren't any windows lining the inner hallways. Hook jams a hand out to the side just to ensure he knows where the wall is, and then breathes. He waits for the power to come back on, and it never does. He's stuck, then, and until somebody comes around with a flashlight, he's going to either have to quietly simmer alone in the dark, or feel his way back to the main staging area, where the production aides most likely have a few battery-operated lights. He doesn't even have his phone, since the damn thing is shoved in his duffel, shoved into the locker that is...somewhere behind him. Fuck.

"Hello?" he tries. No response. A bad time to have been making his way through the hallways, trying to expel the jittery nerves from beneath his skin.

Heading towards the main area seems like his only option, then. With a sigh, Hook starts forward, keeping one hand sliding along the bricks to his right. He can't remember the layout; didn't pay attention, that's for sure. He's so caught up in keeping one foot in front of the other that when a door clicks open in the wall only a hand span ahead of him, he nearly tumbles over in his surprise. "Shit!" Something distinctly hand-shaped hits his forearm. "Sorry."

"No, no, it's not..." The words trail off. Hook knows that voice. "Hook?"

Fuck. Of all people to run into in the dark, in this state... Hook sighs. "Yeah. Hey."

"Danhausen was just trying to get out of the hallways. Perhaps I took a wrong turn."

"Can't see anything, so how would you know?" Hook responds. His chest clenches, bracing for the worst. No choice, then, but to make the best of this. "You can...you can just follow me if you want."

"Hook knows where he's going?"

Hook snorts. "No. But moving is better than standing around."

"Alright. Danhausen will..." A little cough, throaty and unsure. "Uh, Danhausen will follow you."

"Just...hold onto my shirt."

A pause. "Are you sure?"

"Don't make it weird, Jesus."

"Right." Fingers press against Hook’s sleeve, heading down to his side, and finally settle at the hem of his shirt. They clench there, tugging the fabric taut. "Ready."

"Okay." Hook starts moving again. It's weird with the pull along his back, and he tries his best to ignore it, but without other sounds, he's stuck focusing on the ragged in and out of Danhausen’s lungs. Either they do this whole thing in silence, or... "Um, you're wrestling next week? In the 4-team match?"

"Oh. Yes. Chuck and Trent are injured now, you see, and so it just...uh, well, it made sense."

"Right. Cause you're part of the Best Friends." Did that come out too bitter? Shit. Hook’s losing his touch.

Silence swells for a few careful steps as Hook’s palm flattens against the wall for a moment. Then: "Hook is angry."

"I never said that."

"Hook never says a lot of things; it's easy to deduce." A beat. "Why is Hook angry?"

"I'm not..." Hook shakes his head. Maybe there's no use fighting it. "Angry isn't the right word for it."

"What is the right word, then?"

"I don't...I don't know. Something else. Words aren't my specialty anyway. Shouldn't you be able to figure it out?"

"Why would Danhausen know what Hook is feeling?"

Hook huffs out a mirthless laugh. "I dunno, you always seemed to like doing that. Deciding you knew how I felt."

The pause is longer this time, and rattles. Dissonant. Then, quietly: "That's not fair."

"Isn't it?"

"Hook is angry because Danhausen is part of a group. But Hook just got out of a new tag team." A shaky inhale. "Hook sent Danhausen away because he didn't need help, and then he found help that wasn't Danhausen."

"That's not what happened." Hook's feet stop of their own accord.

"Oh, you didn't send me away, then?"

"No." Fuck. "I mean, I did, but...it wasn't like that."

A little laugh. It sounds miserable. The grip on the back of Hook’s shirt tightens. "What was it like then?"

Hook doesn't have an answer. He starts moving again, because eventually, he has to find where this spindly corridor meets up with the staging area. His throat gums up until he finally wraps his tongue around the right syllables. "I don't...I don't know how to care about people. I mean, that's not..." Frustration swells up hot. "I don't let people in."

"Right. So you didn't let me in."

"No. I did. And then...I don't know how to deal with it."

Knuckles slide against his lower back, muted from the fabric of his shirt. "Oh. So, Hook panicked."

"I...yeah. Yeah, I panicked."

There's a little noise of affirmation. "That's why Hook has such short term teams, isn't it? Hook lets people in, and then leaves."

"No," Hook whispers. His eyes still haven't adjusted to the blackness. He still can't see, and going into this conversation blind is devastating. "No, I don't let the others in. I only let you in."

"If Hook let Danhausen in," the words are measured, careful, and slow, "and then panicked, what was it, exactly, that Hook was so afraid of?"

When Hook fails to answer, Danhausen continues, "What might happen or what did happen?"

"Both."

"A cop out; pick one."

"I can't." He growls. "It's the same thing, in a way, and I don't...I don't..."

"Hook wanted Danhausen to leave."

Hook stops again, squeezing his eyes shut. This conversation is like taking a bullet. "I never wanted you to leave."

"So you wanted me to stay."

Hook swallows. His tongue is thick. "Yes."

"Hook absolutely hates this conversation."

"Yes."

A chuckle, less cutting this time. "Alright. Only one more question, then." The hand that had been pulling on Hook’s shirt lets go, fingers tracing their way up Hook’s spine to settle on his neck, loose but possessive. Hook’s whole body shudders. "What could it be that you want from me, but are so afraid of that you pushed me away in order to save yourself?"

"Is that a rhetorical question?" Hook whispers.

"It wasn't, no."

Hook is glad the lights are off, because his face is burning. "Sounds like you already know the answer."

"I might have a guess." Warmth puffs against the shell of Hook’s ear. He wants to dive into it and lose himself, drown within the crash of the waves. "But it means more when you say it yourself."

"I don't know how."

"Hook does." The feather-light brush of lips against his cheek. "But Danhausen can make it easier for you. How about a simpler question: what does Hook want?"

"You?" It's a confession and an admission of guilt at the same time.

"Ah," Danhausen says, a little breathless. "Not so hard, then."

"Not hard to say," Hook tries, wildly, "just...overwhelming."

"Is it?"

"Yeah, pretty fucking terrifying, actually."

Another laugh, and then the pads of Danhausen’s fingers are pressing at the side of Hook’s face to turn him. "No swearing."

"Make me stop," Hook whispers.

He can feel the smile against his mouth. "Okay."

Above their heads, the lights flicker, buzz, and then brighten to full, but Hook barely notices.

[elliesflower]

hello all you lovely beautiful wonderful amazing incredible show-stopping spectacular never-been-done-before people who follow me,

i’d like to share something a lil personal with you all, if that’s alright. tw for mental health talk below

i have loved the last of us since i first played it back in 2014. i was absolutely enamored by the story, the characters, the overwhelming, conflicting feelings of joy and pain i felt while playing, all of it. i absorbed every little bit of knowledge i could about the games, about the lore—i was so happy to have a little world i could escape to when nothing felt right in my life. while it has always been a constant joy in my life, it has been my main hyperfixation for the last three years now.

i used to write for a few different fandoms, and i only fairly recently built up the courage to share my writings with you all, in this community. the overwhelming amount of kind messages and comments i have received have been more than i could have ever dreamed possible. you all make this such an amazing part of my life and for that i am so grateful—that you enjoy my writing, that you want me to continue writing them, and that you are excited for me to put out new works. i struggle a lot with imposter syndrome, and i often feel like i am not putting my best foot forward, but i still appreciate it more than you all will ever understand, that people take the time out of their day to read my works and actually enjoy them.

when i first started writing for this fandom, in late october of last year, i was at the absolute lowest point in my life. i was hospitalized, briefly, before being put into an iop program to treat my mental health. shortly after i got out of the hospital is when i began writing i saw you in a dream. it was my perfect little dream world, in which i could escape to my silly little alternate reality, awkwardly flirting with ellie and feeling this immense amount of joy that only writing could bring me. i didn’t expect anyone but my best friend to read my stuff, honestly, so every single like/reblog/kudo/comment i received literally made me tear up. i couldn’t believe my eyes, as the number of notes grew, from 1, to 20, to 100, to over 700 on one of my little blurbs. still, to this day, i know i have said it a million times before, and literally probably twice already in this lil ramble but i am so so so grateful and appreciative of each and every person who has interacted with any of my works, and to the friends i have made along the way.

i am saying all this because i feel like i owe you all a little explanation. i know im a little flaky on my promises, which is not very cool of me :( i try my best to write as much as i can, but i only recently returned to work after my program, and it’s been really hard on me, mentally. and i’m not saying this for any kind of pity at all, i swear!!!! (i’m a big girl, really!!) ((well, that’s debatable, but i like to think i am!!!). i just want to explain why i have slowed down on the frequency of my writing, and posting. as someone with both adhd and autism, i struggle with a lot of basic everyday tasks already, so adding work back into the mix has been chaotic, to say the least.

ANYWAYS, TLDR; this is kinda just…a big, long, roundabout way of saying i unfortunately will not be posting the next chapter of i saw you in a dream tonight, per say, but it is in the works, and THAT is a promise :)

i love you all, so so so so much. thank you for being here. and for reading this far, if you made it through my rambling. <3

[ericac318]

A Romantic Past

Summary:

Agent Darcy Callaway is a member of the team protecting Chuch Bartowski. What happens when she is reunited with an old flame/ex-teacher Roan Montgomery? This story spans both episodes John Larroquette was featured in. Roan Montgomery x OC

Chapter 2

A few hours later Chuck, Sarah, and Darcy were standing in the main room of Chuck’s home while Casey was observing them from his own when Roan walked down the stairs sober and sexy.

“I’m guessing you’ve brought me here to help you catch Sasha Banacheck. She won’t be duped by any mere man. She’ll only be duped by someone who she could never suspect was an agent of the CIA,” Roan began before he noticed Darcy, “Hello, Agent Callaway. May I have a moment of your time?”

Darcy inhaled deeply through her nose, “I suppose, if you must,” she agreed as she followed him back upstairs to the guest bedroom. “What can I do for you?” she inquired once they were behind closed doors while trying her hardest not to reminisce too deeply on her memories of their many times together.

Roan moved closer to her, placing his hand on her waist, “I’ve missed you, Ms. Callaway. I am hopeful that you missed me too,” he whispered as he leaned in toward her ear.

“Are you planning to use the techniques you trained me with to seduce me?” she replied while taking a few steps back, attempting to keep herself together and resist his advances, even though she really didn’t want to. “You know you got me in a lot of trouble with my boss during our little romance. I wasn’t aware of your history with her,” she added, hoping the awkwardness of bringing up the General would help her case.

He continued moving closer to her, moving his hand from her waist down to her backside, “I am aware that my history with Diane may have caused you some trouble, but I hope not so much that you would be willing to resist me forever. You are the only among all of my many conquests who truly made me feel like there might be something to the emotion of ‘love’ that so many chases after,” he confessed, causing her to scoff.

“I’m sure you say that to all the girls,” Darcy responded, her voice becoming more breathy than she’d like to admit to. “Why don’t you just help us with this mission and forget about any of the histories we’ve shared? Can you do that?” she nearly pleaded as she felt herself weakening under his assault.

Roan let out a deep sigh, “You have every reason to believe that I say that to all the women I’ve been with, but you’re wrong. There has always been something about you that I haven’t been able to find with anyone else. You don’t have to believe me if you don’t want to,” he countered as he pressed his lips gently to her neck, “But, I know it’s the truth. For me, that’s all that matters. Now, can we please reconnect the way that I know we’ve both been dreaming about?”

Darcy took a deep breath as she continued her attempt to combat his advances. At the same time, he moved his light kisses from her neck to her jawline, “You know I can’t say no to you even when I want to. However, if you leave me again, then just know that this will never happen again,” she challenged as he last ditch effort to keep control of this situation.

“Never again?” he whispered against her neck, “I’m not sure I believe that, but if you’re serious, I invite you to join me on my adventures after we complete this mission. I may not be able to remain monogamous because of my work, however, I can promise you that you will remain my main focus.”

She nodded into his lips, “That does sound like a nice compromise. Your biggest challenge will be to get your ‘precious Diane’ to agree to the arrangement you propose,” she added as she ran her hand down his chest until she reached his belt buckle.

“I’ll handle it,” Roan replied as he lifted her against the wall while she wrapped her legs around his waist, “I see you’re not wasting any time.”

Darcy let out a soft chuckle, “It’s been too long for us to beat around the bush,” she replied as he slid inside of her causing her to gasp as she began moving her hips in rhythm with his.

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I graciously give you sustenance

lmao so hi hello it is I, a dumb bird, here to offer the TD Fandom a very simple fanfic. No real brain power needed as it just straight up follows the first season episode for episode except there’s two new people joining the main cast. Tobi, a sweet trans masc game streamer that I created, and Mira, an enby spray paint artist with a hatred for authority that my partner made! I honestly started writing it as a joke HOWEVER people started to actually read and enjoy it? So I felt morally obligated to keep going?? 

So basically I’m close to the halfway point in the first season and I barely have time to write due to college so if a 7 chapter wip fic sitting at 31k words sounds fun, feel free to read~

I’ll link my ao3 as I have other plans for this “series” as well as other fandom shit here

And a little blip of the first chapter if you weren’t already interested plz read it seasonal depression is kicking my ass and i’d appreciate the serotonin--

Maybe a summer camp TV show wasn't the worst. Maybe it was just the people he was going to be stuck here with for eight weeks that was going to be the death of him. Tobi was one of the last few to arrive so he didn't really get to hear anyone's names. And from what he could see, no one really looked friendly besides the larger guy in the back. Everyone else looked so mean and angry. The nerves were definitely starting to get the better of him as he pulled his hat down a bit, the purple fluff he called hair blocking his green eyes from accidentally making contact with someone else and somehow starting a fight. Even after falling into the questionable lake water, there was no way he could look these people in the face. They were damp and annoyed.

"This… will be fine. It's a gameshow. It's not like they can kill us." Tobi smiled, trying to convince himself that this entire situation wasn't sketchy or anything.

"Won't stop them from trying." The low monotone voice beside him chimed in with his pep talk, spooking the poor guy for a second.

"Ah hah.…right. Yeah. They wouldn't let someone actually die though, right? That'd be super bad on their part." He turned on the tree stump he had claimed, facing the only person to speak to him so far. They were tall, even while sitting down. He himself only stood at a whopping five foot nothing, so it wasn't unusual for him to basically break his neck to look up at people. He couldn't see their eyes past the mop of blue hair they had, long bangs flopped out from their beanie.

"They probably would." They crossed their arms and fell silent again. Tobi stared for a moment and hummed nervously, facing forward again as Chris waltzed up to them. He didn't even look like he fell into the lake with them.

"Alright! Glad to see you all made it here. Damp. Not my problem." The man seemed to be fairly used to the cameras being on him. It made Tobi wonder if he's done a host show before. "Welcome to Camp Wawanakwa, where you campers will be staying for the next twelve weeks, facing some pretty gnarly challenges in order to win one hundred thousand dollars!" That made the rest of the contestants forget that they were still wet, the promise of that much money practically making them cream themselves.

"First off, before we let you chow down, it's time to divide you into teams! Up first, the Killer Bass!" Chris rattled off the names of the contestants, Tobi being one of the last ones called. He let out a sigh of relief. Being called early meant less people would be looking his way. As Chris began calling the names for those on the opposing team, Tobi faced his maybe new friend again.

"I'm Tobi by the way." He gave them a happy smile. Which was returned with a glance and a nod.

"Mira." Their voice was still monotone but it was nice. A good change from everyone else's loudness.

"Do you use they them or have I been mentally misgendering you the entire time?"

"Call me whatever I guess. But yeah, they she is what I use."

"Rad-"

"Excuse me, am I interrupting something?" Chris crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at the two of them. Without waiting for a response or excuse, he went back to smiling and directed himself to everyone once again. "With that, you guys will go unpack and meet in the mess hall in half an hour! Each team has their own building, guys on one side, girls on the other."

Tobi was a bit bummed that Mira wasn't going to be on the same team as him, but the majority of his team seemed…. Okay. Maybe. He wasn't paying much attention, but he could hear one of the girls mix up communal and communion as he headed off to the right bunk house. So she didn't seem to be the brightest crayon but she was probably super nice at the very least. It was a shame that they were on separate teams. The purple haired boy pushed the door open to the room, staring at the bunk beds before scurrying out of the way for the others. Top bunk would be too sketchy for many reasons. He hastily tossed his bag on the nearest bottom bunk and took the blanket off the bed, hanging it up to block off his bed from the rest of the cabin. He had packed an extra blanket anyway, one much more comfy and way less scratchy than that one. Tobi hopped out of the bed, making sure the blanket would hold with a couple tugs.

"Tch, the hell is that for? We're all guys here, man. Hiding something cause you're a wuss?" Tobi froze for a second before looking at the other guys who were all staring at him, mostly confused. The tall one with the green mohawk was the one talking, arms crossed and eyes narrowed at him. Why was he going to have to room with the class bully?

"I can't have privacy?" The fact that he was short wasn't going to stop the sass.

"Nah, that's just weird." Was his name Dustin? A 'd' name felt right but he couldn't remember it right now.

Tobi just shrugged and hummed to himself as the others exchanged glances, the party guy snickering with the other one with red hair and glasses. He really wished he paid attention to their names. He climbed back into his bed and began unpacking, ignoring the others for a while before he heard a thump on the bunk above him and felt the entire bunkbed shake and move as someone climbed up to the other mattress. Great. Just what he needed. He sighed and finished up, heading out again to kick his few mostly empty bags under the bed before heading to the door. Green Mohawk jumped down next to him, sharp blue eyes staring at him.

"Headin' out already? Don't wanna steal more blankets and make a whole fort?" Was he really trying to tease him for this?

"Well, they said we'd be eating so yeah. And I'm just fine with the one." Tobi kept walking, flinching as his hat was snatched off his head.

"Weird hat. What's with the dorky little spikes?" He held it by the bill, looking at the short orange horns that sat on top of the black hat.

"It's just like that. What's with the lack of keeping your hands off other people's stuff?" It was Tobi's turn to cross his arms, glaring up at this jerk who had a good foot and a half on him in height. Everyone else in this cabin was freakishly tall besides the quiet guy in the sweats and beanie.

"Just curious's all. You just almost look more of a nerd than the nerd." Tobi snatched his hat back and put it on his head, backwards as it's meant to be. He rolled his eyes and headed out the door, looking around the camp. A scream broke the mild peace of the outdoors, drawing everyone's attention. All the guys ran out of the cabin, besides mohawk, and towards the other teams' girls' side, Tobi following along. He pushed his way into the room and couldn't see anything past the many people and the loud shrieking and yelling from everyone. Something about there being a cockroach? Tobi moved towards Mira as she stood in the corner, a smirk on her face.

"Is there really a roach?" She gave a curt nod and chuckled as DJ smashed one of the beds. Tobi furrowed his brow and stood on his tiptoes, struggling to see the bug until it was right at his feet. He took a step back, so focused on the bug that he barely reacted to the axe slashing the bug in half just a little too close to his feet. Green met blue and his heart sort of stopped. That shouldn't have been nearly as attractive as that was. Blush came over his cheeks under the eyeliner stars he drew on himself as the other smirked and stood up, axe slung over his shoulder. Tobi blinked a few times, trying to etch-a-sketch reset his stupid baby brain. The chaos handled, people filed out of the cabin and to the mess hall.

"What a dumb start." Mira looked down at Tobi, at least, faced down towards him. "Let's just go. I can't stand anymore of their bickering." They jerked a thumb at two of the girls, Lashawna and… He was going to say Heather, as they glared daggers at each other. He at least caught their names and maybe a few others here and there.

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Reciprocal Synergy (3) - Subconsciously

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 3 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 2,249

Work count for Story: 6,495

Genre: Omegaverse Au based off KinnPorsche: Thai BL Drama

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs, and the other loves everyone. I started a Patreon, and I would be grateful if you donated to help me make ends meet while I am out of work.

Each chapter starts with a definition.

Warnings: NOT BETA READ!! This chapter does have mentions of sex work and significant healing wounds/new scarring.

Library of LdySmFrst / Reciprocal Synergy Master List

sub·con·scious·ly

/səbˈkänSHəslē/

Noun

in a way that is influenced by the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware

As we made our way around the venue, we noticed that there were just too many people for the number of Omegas present. 

Looking back at Pete and motioned him closer. “Have the team on high alert. If this really comes to a beat down with a Feral Alpha, then this amount of Omegas will not keep this crowd under control. Maybe call in P’Ann’s den to be on standby.  I don’t feel like running again.”

Pete nods, “You got it P’Kinn. Arm already has P’Ann on standby after we gave him the preliminary ratio A to O and what the main match was about. They should be here before the final match. She was apparently invited to work it but turned it down, but now she wants to see what the main event is all about.”  

This is why Arm is second in command under P’Chan, though P’Chan works mainly with my father. He knows how to plan ahead and makes things easier for the family. 

Nodding to Pete, he steps back and blends into the crowd again. Continuing our meanderings around the venue, nodding pleasantries at the other attendants, we are greeted by a dainty Omega with a lovely scent of maple.

“Hello Sirs. I am Nong Y/n,” you introduce yourself with a low bow. Waving off from Y/n bowing, her eyes widened as she took notice of my ring. 

Shooting straight up, Y/n looks at me, then Tay and Time, and bows again. “It is an honour to have you here with us tonight, Khun Theerapanyakun. Might I escort your group to the VIP section? It will have the best view of the events tonight, and it will be less crowded.” 

Y/n asks while her maple scent wavers with a bit of caramel, noting that she is nervous about having approached us without knowing who we are. 

Interestingly enough, Y/n does not try to enhance her maple scent to be coy and flirtatious with us. 

It is a breath of fresh air, to be honest. 

“Hello, N’Y/n. We will follow you, but only if you accompany us in the VIP Section,” I ask with a small smile, hiding my annoyance for already being found out. 

It’s not normal for an unmated Omega to not try to flirt with me right away.

However, Y/n’s nervousness makes me wonder if she will continue to be honest and if we can get information from her.

“Such a lovely Omega as yourself would be pleasant to have around tonight, and I am sure you can help me with any questions I have. This is my first time coming to an event like this, and I may need some… guidance.  Will you do that for me?”

I slowly morphed my small smile into one that could suggest many things but promised nothing. Y/n’s eyes take in my smile and relaxed demeanor, then flitted back to Tay and Time, who, I am sure, have sultry looks on their faces. Blushing slightly, the caramel hint slowly melted away as Y/n answered, “I would have to inform my Den Leader and Khun Jay that I am being asked for.  If they accept, then I would be more than happy to assist you this evening. I do not think they will have any qualms about your request, Khun. If you follow me, please, I will take you to the VIP section, as Miss and Khun are also there.” 

Y/n bows again before turning around and walking towards a staircase that led up to an office-looking area of the venue, which I am sure was an aquatic center. The pool became the fighting ring, and the VIP section became the announcing section. The inside of the booth was a step up from the crowded masses below.

Before heading inside, I quickly signal Pete and Big to sweep the box office. Once they come out and let us know with a nod that it is clear to enter, Pete accompanies us inside while Big stands guard at the door. This will provide protection and alert the rest of the team of how the situation has changed.

“Well, well, well. What do we owe the presents of three respectable guests such as yourselves, Khun Kinn, Khun Time, and the lovely Khun Tay?” a masculine voice asks as we enter the box. 

It comes from a short man who looks like a greaser from an old-time American gangster movie from the 1980s and smells like an ashtray to boot: “I am Jay, organizer of tonight's events. I see you met the lovely N’Y/n. She is one of Miss Sha’s den.” 

He waives Y/n off without so much as looking at her. 

Y/n glances at me with a look that I do not quite understand. Still, she respectfully bowed to Jay and sat at the feet of another older Omega, who could only be Miss Sha. 

What concerned me was how Y/n’s head remained down, and her scent was almost completely withdrawn. 

Looking over my shoulder at Tay, I smelt the slightest change in his scent when he made eye contact with me and then returned his focus to Y/n.

“N’Y/n has been very kind to us, and I have requested that she become our personal escort for the night. I am sure there will not be any problems in making this change,” I firmly state while observing the younger Omega.

“Khun Kinn, I am pleased to hear N’Y/n has been kind but I assure you that I have other, younger and more enticing Omegas for you to choose from,” Miss Sha replies, her hand resting on Y/n’s shoulder.

At her words, the pair of Omegas sitting behind her moved forward. Twins, male and female, both smell overly sweet, making me want to gag.

I look at Miss Sha and take her possessive stance over the other. Nails were slightly starting to dig into Y/n’s shoulder, Miss Sha’s body pitched forward slightly, and a tight-lipped smile would be fierce to many.

Not me.

“Khun Akkarachotsopon, Tay darling, are you acquainted with Miss Sha’s Den?” At the mention of Tay’s last name, Miss Sha’s eyes flash the size of saucers before she can regain her composure.

“I am afraid not, Kinn. The only Omegan Den allowed in my family’s territory is Miss Ann.” Stepping forward and unleashing his scent with a harsh edge, Tay asks, “Are you here representing Miss Ann? Is she unwell?”

A small whimper comes from Y/n as Miss Sha digs her nails deeper, not quite breaking the skin yet. “Khun Tay, Miss Ann, and I work on different events for Khun Jay. Miss Ann declined to work tonight, so I had to step in.”

Bowing her head slightly, she bares her neck coyly to Tay, “You surely wouldn’t want an even like this to go un-attended.”

Glancing around the room, I notice that there aren’t many people here. Mostly, other Omegas who are attending predominantly business-dressed Alphas and Betas. 

That is when it clicks: Miss Sha has an Omegan brothel den.

“Miss Sha, is your den equipped for this type of event? It looks as if your den doesn't have the numbers or is set up for mediation. Will they be ready for the “All-Out Alpha?”

A giggle. Miss Sha’s response starts with a giggle before she says, “Oh, Khun Kinn, you would be surprised how well a bit of pleasure can work as a form of mediation or, better yet, a distraction.”

Tay and Time step forward, their scents tinting with irritation, “You do realize,” Time says, “with as many Alpha’s that are in that fight, how easily one can turn feral?”

“Feral. You say that like it is something to fear,” Miss Sha dismissively says. “It wouldn’t be the first feral that my den has dealt with. N’y/n here, I am sure, would love another chance proving her worth to the My den should another feral Alpha present tonight.”

At that comment, my eyes return to Y/n and really take her in. Her form hunched now, her face downcast, her hands tightly clenched with minor tremors as they pressed into her thighs.

“Go ahead and show the handsome Khuns that gift the last feral Alpha left you, N’Y/n,” commands Miss Sha. “Now.”

Standing slowly, still hunched over, Y/n gathers her long, flowing amber hair to the front and turns hesitantly. Apparently, too hesitantly for Miss Sha as she yanks the girl around, causing her to trip and fall to the ground. 

Y/nf’s back is on full display… well, what's left is.

 Huge gaping pink scars litter y/n’s back, starting from the base of her neck and going down past the low of her back. The halter top she wore left nothing to the imagination. Her long locks had hidden the scars when she led us up here.

A soft “Kinn” comes from Tay as they see the Omega with a new light.

There are two ways this can go: 

They are purposefully punishing Y/nby giving her over to any feral Alpha, but what did she do to need that type of punishment

Y/n enjoyed pain just as much as my psycho cousin Vegas does

Taking stock of various shocked faces, including Jay’s, that begin to melt into a darker look leaves me running several options. 

“Punishment, I take it?” I say, internally fist-bumping my ability to sound and hopefully look disinterested in the display of marred skin.

Putting her stiletto heel on Y/n’s shoulder, just inside the end of one of the fresher-looking scars, and pressing down, she nods, “That is correct, Khun Kinn.”

“Someone needs to remember just how much value they are actually worth,” she says, kicking out, causing the still-healing Omega to tumble backward, landing in a heap and looking me.

Fear.

That is all that I can see in the Y/n’s eyes. 

“Ah yes, value. One never quite understands their place in this world of ours without proper reminders. Right Miss Sha?” I ask while maintaining a coy look.

“I am in a particular mood tonight. I need to let off some… steam. My request still stands.” Looking at Tay with the need for him to play along, he smiles back at me. 

“Miss Sha, I will let you slide this time, your being within my territory without permission, but only if you relinquish this Omega for us. I assure you that she will gain new… ornamentations before we are done with her. Do we have a deal?”

“That sounds tempting, though I wouldn’t want to subject the rest of My den to a feral Alpha should one turn up. What say you to that, Khun?” Miss Sha’s eyes shine with the thoughts of new wounds marking up the young Omega.

“Khun Kinn,” Pete says in his inner ear, “The only marked or possible feral on the doc tonight is the mark, but that doesn’t take into consideration the crowd.”

Slightly nodding, I look to Tay, “I don’t see why that would be a problem. The All-Out Alpha is the only concern of a feral tonight, correct?”

That is when Jay joins the conversation: “Yes, Khun Kinn. All the fights before are strictly Beta matchups. No Alphas are fighting before the main event.”

“Good then. When the main event concludes, we will ensure that N’Y/n finds the company of the feral Alpha should there be one present. Until then, the Omega is ours.”

“You have a deal, Khun.” Miss Sha bows, offering her hand to Tay and me. “Get up, N’Y/n, greet your stewards properly.”

Following the order, Y/n moves to a KowTow position, and with a slightly muffled voice, she says, “Your words are my will, Khuns.”

“Pete, take her outside. I want to get a better view of the area, but I also want to be comfortable and unbothered. Mr. Jay, is there somewhere here that will accommodate that?” I inquired as Pete assisted Y/n in standing and waiting for directions to the location.

“Ah, yes. You can take the East corner of the tank. There should already be a couch. Nothing is better than ringside seats right? Kei, go ahead of them and clear out any current watchers. It’s now exclusive for there Khuns.”

A rather stocky but short Beta nods and steps forward. “If you would follow me," he states, looking at Pete briefly before leaving the office. 

“Thank you, Miss Sha, it's been a pleasure. Mr. Jay, that you for the accommodations, I think its time to place some bets and enjoy the night,” I say with a nod and follow Pete out. 

Tay and Time say their own pleasantries before following. Once outside the office, Big falls in line with us, having heard everything through those thin walls. 

“Khun Kinn, Pete has taken the Omega to the location and cleared it,” informs Big.

Glancing back at him, I see the tension, “What are you not telling me?” 

Setting his jaw tightly, Big looks past me, “The main event starts in 30, Khun. They… Mok and Beam saw… Mr. Jay brought the younger brother. He is here.”

That stops everyone in their tracks. Porsche’s younger brother shouldn’t be here; he is practically a minor and has no reason to be here.

A nervous look from Big sets off warning bells in my head, “Why is he here, Big?”

“He is presenting.”

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Update :D

It’s been a minute. 😅

To be honest, I thought September 15 was my anniversary, but it turns out I mixed it up in my calendar 😅. So yeah my real anniversary is September 5! 

Anyways, hello! Since it’s technically still within the range of my 1 year of “posting”, might as well take this time to thank the many people who have helped me out here. And to ramble. 

So if you’re interested, just keep reading! It won’t be TOO long, promise! 

So if you want a TL;DR version of what this post will be it’s this: 

reflecting on a year of writing and some fun facts

update my status as of now and future plans  (I’m still on hiatus, tbh no idea when I’ll write again)

and thank loads of people.

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Now for some fun facts about some of my writing style and some of my fics! 

The border you just saw above this sentence is my “signature”. The border is usually fixed on Google Docs or Word, but when I transfer it here it sucks. So I just decide to keep it for funsies (and since I was just too lazy to fix it when it happened).

The fastest fic I wrote was Display! I wrote it in less than an hour!

Currently, my “best performing” is Dance Partners. I wasn’t planning on writing for Hyewon, but this was a major BFH of a writing, and to be honest a big step in my writing. This was a very fun story to write because of the dance scene, and how I described it was super fun, all the way to the build up of the kiss!

What I consider my “best” work though would depend. When it comes to story telling it’s a three-way tie between Undying, Super Yummers,and Refresh. Looking back, I can’t believe the world building I made back then! Each story shows how much I’ve grown, and it just really boils down to how I was surrounded by great talent.

I consider myself to be plot driven, fluff heavy, and smut earned! I try to go for that emotional payback. 

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So how am I now? Well I’m actually studying for a very important exam next year! Hopefully I get to follow my dream job. Anddddd I got a side job to help finance myself. I hope to be on time for these things. Writing is in the back burner of my priorities, but I currently have 3 drafts on the standby.

To when I get back to writing—I’ll be honest I have no idea when. I am still on hiatus. As of now I really do prefer lurking and reading all the stories in my spare time. Hopefully someday when I do get the time for myself. For now, I grind my real life job and all!

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And now the main meat of this post. 

First, I want to thank @midnightdancingsol and @worldsover for keeping up with my grammar. Even outside of Tumblr I try to use better words to expound more on my thoughts and feelings. Thank you for bringing life to my writing style! I absolutely love the em-dash hahaha Thank you @existslikepristin for that one beta-read that defined how I make my plots! It’s fun if it’s hot slapping smut, but it’s even more fun if it’s all connected in a sensical way! (Shameless plug, elp helped me here: Heads and tails ) Thank you @nsfwflint for all the encouragement, all the music that accompanies me when I write or when I do other things. Thank you for always talking to me, I’m a shy person so thank you for approaching me first.

Thank you @ifeelsounsure0, @ggidolsmuts , @kaedewrites , @pfxhk , @sooyadelicacies , @banananutsmuthie , @sinswithpleasure ,@floradewrites, Ara, @v1ntrix, for the beta reads and or passing suggestions on my stories, or just listen to me be weird and express ideas. Each comment helped me grow as a writer, and the ideas and plots that swirl in my head are products of all the things you all taught me.

I really really want to thank everyone on the discord server (thank you kaede you cap lord) like @plateauworld (who also beta read my Xiao fic!), @nsfwrpg for poker nights, @fillinforlater  for that Dahyun fic, and thank you for all the american football talk, @friskyriskywhisky for the asks, @usedpidemo for the pokemon tips and fun server! 

I’m really sorry if I didn’t mention certain people, I’m currently writing this while on my break. Just know that I’m supporting all my fellow writings one way or another :D. I remember all the discord fun times I had from the hunger games (Love you flor), to hanging out and watching football or F1, or just chatting. 

Lastly, thank you for reading! I would have never gotten to this point without the readers! I never expect to pass 1000+ followers or to even hit pass 200 notes, but I did! These aren’t my true measures of success though—it’s hearing and learning feedback from my fellow writers! And of course, actually getting the opportunity to write.

Thank you everyone, for helping me grow. :D. I will never forget this part of my life, and I don’t know how I’ll ever get to explain to someone how much this all kept me sane for some time. I hope I was able to make my small mark in this niche world, and keep all the lessons I learned at heart. Till the next time everyone, see you all later!

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YN really really didn’t want to go out.

She wasn’t going to tell Harry that because it was a celebratory dinner for him because he’d just won Entrperur of the yearand she wasn’t going to ruin it.

It’s not that she didn’t want to celebrate his achievement.

She was so so proud of him but her therapy session had got moved up a day because the therapist had to go out of town.

YN didn’t want to bother him so she had went herself without telling him.

It was trauma-focused therapy which meant it was intensive, draining, and overall triggering at time.

Today had sparked a new memory that she had suppressed and she was really struggling to get through the day without his support.

She shouldn’t need him for everything. It wasn’t fair to him.

So she’d sat on her bed for thirty minutes before she managed to pull on a nice dress before curling her hair - zoning out and accidentally burning herself lightly.

Harry had to pick up Anna, offered to pick up YN.

“Hey pup, y’want me t’pick you up on the way?” Harry had called while she was swiping on mascara.

“No, I’ll just Uber,” YN try to keep her tone light but couldn’t stomach sitting in the car with that disgusting woman right now.

“No, let me come get you,” He insists, always preferring to drive her around over some stranger.

“I really don’t want to be in the car with Anna, okay? Just drop it,” YN replies a bit too tersely.

There’s a pregnant pause.

“What’s wrong, puppy?” Harry knows her much to well.

She couldn’t help but bristle, “Nothing. I just have to get ready. Okay? I’ll see you there.”

YN shouldn’t have hung up like that but her hands were shaking and it was taking all of her might to pull herself together to go.

“It’s all your fuckin’ fault your mum hates me,” Her dad had spat at her, right in the kitchen after dinner.

“Fuck,” She mumbles to herself as she drops her lipstick and it rolls under the dresser.

—

She canceled two Ubers before she found a driver who didn’t seem intimidating.

It made her fashionably late, everyone already seated, and it doesn’t make it any better when Anna greets her.

“About time. Can’t even make it at a respectable time for your supposed best friend’s dinner.”

Anna and Gemma both make a grimacing face at the rude comment but Harry interrupts before they interject, “S’okay, Uber’s can be a pain in the arse.”

“Er, yeah. The Uber…” YN mumbles lowly, there was an empty seat across from Harry that had been saved for her.

She could feel Harry’s eyes following her, studying her as she kept her head down and looked on the verge of tears.

“You look too much like your goddamn mother.”

“What d’you want to drink?” Harry asks softly, tapping her foot under the table.

“God Harry, she’s not a child,” Anna rolls her eyes as she glances over her menu.

Harry glares over at her with a strict warning glance that she needs to change her attitude or there is gonna be an issue.

“Just water,” YN replies, swallowing hard.

He knows somethings wrong when she doesn’t bite back at her, instead looking down at the menu like it’s the most interesting thing ever.

Harry had already known by the phone call.

There were quite a few people at the dinner, constantly engaging him in conversation as YN kept to herself.

It’s after the appetizer’s arrive that he can’t stand her fake smiles and attempts to seem like she’s enjoying herself.

“Outside, now,” Harry says firmly, not a question but a statement.

“Harry, don’t,” Anna huffs, not liking the private attention her enemy is about to get.

“I don’t remember askin’ you,” He hisses under his breath before following YN’s retreating figure to the main entrance.

They end up in the small alleyway, “Tell me what’s going on.”

YN’s eyes are moody, putting back on a nonchalant expression that would work for anyone but him, “I’m fine, I don’t know why you’re making a big deal. Let’s go enjoy your dinner.”

Harry backs her up against the brick wall, hand over her shoulder, “We’re not goin’ anywhere until you tel me. M’not stupid.”

It triggers something because she starts sniffling, whispers, “You’re going to be mad at me.”

His hard facial features relax, pressing his forehead to hers, “Please pup, y’know I love you no matter what.”

“My therapist moved our session to today. I went and uh…” YN begins to full on cry, burying her face in her hands.

“C’mon, tell me,” He encourages softly.

“It triggered a repressed memory. I…I didn’t want to ruin tonight for you. I fuck up everything for you already,” She chokes out, letting him pry her hands away.

“Puppy,” He murmurs with a laugh of disbelief, “I fuckin’ wake up everyday because of you. You make my life worth livin’. I’m not happy unless y’are.”

“I just…didn’t want tonight to go like this,” YN sighs quietly, “One night without my trauma.”

“Hey, hey. We’re workin’ through it together, yeah? It takes time. Y’made the effort to come and that means more to me than anything else,” He says truthfully, tilting her chin up.

Harry melts a bit when she leans up to give him a lightening fast peck, “I am so proud of all your accomplishments.”

“Wouldn’t have done any of it without you, sweet girl,” He rubs a thumb under her eye to wipe off a streak of makeup.

They stand outside for a minute longer in a tight hug.

-

When they walk back into the restaurant, Harry quietly asks Gemma to switch YN seats which she graciously agrees without a fuss.

Anna is shooting daggers at YN while the change happens and Harry pushes in her seat for her.

The whole dinner consists of Anna fuming and hanging on every single movement between the two despite her hand on Harry’s thigh.

When he scoops up a bit of his mashed potatoes and feeds them to YN, laughs when she makes a face at the amount of chives mixed in.

It’s like he doesn’t even noticed the casual arm he occasionally throws around the back of YN’s seat as they chat.

“Harry,” YN scolds with a small smile when he steals a shrimp from her plate when she’s not looking.

Anna had shrimp too and he didn’t look once to do that to her.

“S’good, here, have a bite of m’steak. Know Y’don’t like it rare but s’good. I promise,” He encourages, cutting her a thick piece.

How the fuck did Harry know how YN liked her steak?

He didn’t even remember Anna’s favorite color.

“Y’gettin’ sleepy?” Harry whispers to YN towards the end of the meal, his lips are nearly brushing her ear and Anna pinches his thigh hard.

“Fuck,” Harry replies, flinching away from the pain as he turns to his girlfriend, “Wha’ did you do that for?”

“Can you pay at least a little bit of attention to me? I’m your girlfriend despite how much YN wants to pretend she is,” Anna says haughtily, loud enough for her to hear.

Harry is about to snap on her but instead YN speaks up first, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know jealously was on the menu. Eat up, Anna.”

Anna begins to sneer but Harry says, “Why don’t you go take a second in the bathroom? Then we can talk, okay?”

With a little stubbornness, she does - stomping away from the table without looking back at YN who had rolled her eyes.

“Y’on my menu tonight? A bath and cuddle sounds nice,” He offers to his love, thumbing her upper thigh.

“So nice,” YN agrees, “Can we use that sugar cookie bath bomb?”

“Of course, anythin’ you want, m’pup,” Harry hums sweetly, kissing the top of her head.

Anna is walking back when she sees it.

He’s cheating on me.

It flashes through her mind but she pushes it away because she reminds herself that YN is a pathetic little clingy girl who Harry wouldn’t ever like that way.

—

Later that night, Harry holds YN as she recount her memory.

Praises her for being so strong.

Kisses her because he loves her so much it hurts most days.

Assures her that he’ll love her even if she’s never ‘fixed’.

Promises that he’ll never let anyone hurt her again.

—

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