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sitizelter · 7 months

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💙Kecundang(Lost)💙

Logalex♡

I actually had no idea how I wanted to end this 😭 Anyways, hope you guys would like this piece of angst I've made!! ✌︎('ω')✌︎

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A bad quali day for Logan Sargeant. Again. It seems as if his luck had ran out after he had gotten his p10 start in the Netherlands.

Logan barges into the Williams garage and he throws his gloves on the floor. Benny immediately rushes after him, anchoring down his shoulders.

"Logan, the fuck's wrong with you?!" Benny exclaims with his brows furrowed.

"I'll tell you what's wrong - The world is full of evil people who do shitty things. But I can't deal with that right now because I have to go drive a machine around a track for 3 hours straight." Logan complains as he takes off his helmet and his balaclava.

"What I saw were the same people that love me for! That is until I fuck up or I crash out on the track or I just have to fight back a-and you're just gonna ship me back wherever I fucking came from!-" Logan's voice starts to crack and his eyes began to tear up.

"Logan!" Alex's voice boomed from the entrance of the garage. Logan's breathing had gotten heavier, his throat began to hurt. The two of them maintained eye-contact for a while without saying a word. Alex's expression softened at the sight of how vulnerable the other had looked.

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The american had spun out the track, leaving him stuck into the barriers. And the Vegas fans weren't all that happy at him. Some of those 'fans' were throwing their empty cups and food baskets at his cockpit while he was struggling to get out.

"You're a waste of space! Leave F1 already! Give Lawson that seat!" They shouted at him from the grandstands.

"FUCK!!"

Logan shouted in his helmet. It was a loud, unpleasant yell that quietened down the track. Even the commentators had to pause. It was described to be similar as how Ricciardo had shouted during Japan 2018.

He walked back to the garages, his head hung down all the way. His breathing was uneven, his heart was still racing from the collision. His ears were ringing and his vision was fuzzy. He couldn't think straight. The audience in the stands were shouting at him - positive or not - but it all sounded like white noise to the american.

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Logan finally gave in. He crumbled and ran towards the thai, falling into his arms. He cried and cried like there was no tomorrow. All those months of bottling up finally released at that moment.

"I-I just can't anymore. I keep messing up. Why do you guys even try for me anymore?" Logan's voice is muffled as he spoke into Alex's shoulder. His eyes were red and puffy as he pulled back to meet with Alex's eyes.

The garage was in pin drop silence.

"Logan, you've got people that support-" Benny chips in, taking a step closer to the two Williams drivers.

"I hear people all the time! Talking 'bout 'hang in there!' or 'don't quit!'" Logan bursts.

"They haven't been in my shoes. They always say they have, but they don't know what I'm going through. What I will ask you is - Can you give me one more day?" The american's voice was wavering and his lips were quivering.

Alex gave Benny a hand gesture for him and Logan to be alone for a bit. The thai slung his arm over Logan's shoulder and led him out of the garages and headed back to their hospitality.

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"Logan, you know you can tell me anything that's on your mind, yeah? It's only the two of us now, so take as much time as you need." Alex spoke, taking a seat on the couch opposite of Logan.

Logan sat down on the couch with his elbows on his knees. His hands were folded together as he hung his head low.

Taking a deep breath, Logan spoke up. "It's just... everything. The pressure of next year, trying to prove myself at Williams. I have one shot at it."

Logan ran his fingers through his hair as he leaned back against the couch. "And just now, I made another mistake in quali. It's just eating me up inside."

His eyes began welling up again as he continued. Logan turned to Alex with pleading eyes. "I don't know what I'll do if I lose this seat. Racing is all I have."

A single tear rolled down his cheek as his voice began cracking. "I'm scared, Alex. I'm really fucking scared that I won't be good enough."

"Hey-hey-hey, Logan. Look at me. Breathe." Alex spoke gently as he went to kneel in front of the american, holding him lightly by his wrists.

Alex saw his lips quivering, hands shaking ever so slightly. Logan took a few breaths as Alex instructed, trying to hold back the tears welling up in his eyes. The way the thai looked at him with such care and comfort was enough to make the dams break.

He pulled Alex into a tight hug and broke down into his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. All the stress and pressure he had been bottling up for months came pouring out.

"I'm sorry," Logan hiccuped between tears. "I just don't want it all to be over." He clung onto Alex like a lifeline. For the first time in months, Logan let himself be truly vulnerable. All the fear and doubt he had been hiding was laid bare in the thai's arms.

"Don't be. Don't be sorry." Alex muttered out softly.

"What exactly has kept you to hold these feelings up for so long?" He spoke as Logan continued to hold his body close to Alex's. His voice was quiet, no louder than a whisper.

It took Logan a few moments to compose himself enough to speak. He kept his face buried in Alex's shoulder, taking in the comfort and safety he found there.

"I didn't want to be seen as weak," Logan finally admitted, his voice still shaky. "In a sport like this, showing any signs of weakness can ruin your reputation."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the trembling in his body. "And I was afraid that if the team sees me struggling, they'd replace me in a heartbeat. I had to keep pretending I was fine."

A sad smile formed on his wet lips.

"Pretty stupid, huh? Look where trying to do it alone has got me."

Alex swallowed, his heart felt like it had shattered upon hearing his words. He held onto Logan's fingers, gently massaging them.

"Logan, look at me. Listen to me." The thai spoke.

Logan felt soft lips touch his forehead.

"I'm proud of you."

Logan's breath hitched in his throat at Alex's kind words. His forehead tingled where soft lips had pressed against it in a comforting kiss.

That simple show of affection and pride meant more to Logan than he could express. Fresh tears sprung to his eyes as he looked to Alex, bottom lip trembling. No one had ever said that to him before.

"You... you are?" Logan asked in a small voice, as if not quite believing it was real. All the years of building walls and pretending to be strong were crumbling down in Alex's embrace.

He gripped Alex's fingers tightly, anchoring himself to the other man. In that moment, Logan wanted nothing more than to believe that Alex meant what he said. Alex gripped his fingers back, massaging it in circles with his thumbs.

Logan sighed shakily, eyes closing as he focused on the comforting feeling of Alex rubbing his hands. His whole body felt wrung out like a damp rag after finally letting everything pour out.

"I'm proud that you've fought for so long. I'm proud that you're here with me right now. I'm proud of you." Alex softly spoke, a small smile on his face.

"Thank you," Logan whispered, opening his red-rimmed eyes to look at the thai again. "It means everything to hear you say that. I'm... I'm just glad I've got you to lean on."

He glanced down at where their fingers were intertwined, taking strength from Alex's warm and solid presence. For the first time all season, Logan felt like a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Lightness filled his body instead of dread. Logan knew as long as he had Alex in his corner, he wouldn't have to face anything alone ever again. A small smile found its way back to his lips.

"See? Feels better, doesn't it?" Alex said, chuckling a bit. He swiped his thumb to wipe the tears off the american's cheeks.

"Yeah," Logan breathed out a watery chuckle in response. "I feel like I can breathe again."

He leaned into Alex's gentle touch, eyes fluttering closed as thumbs swept away the saltwater tracks staining his skin. Logan couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so comforted and at peace.

Opening his eyes, Logan gazed at Alex with a mixture of gratitude and affection. "Don't know what I'd do without you, mate. You're my rock."

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#RAAAHHH I LOVE ANGST #YUMYUMYUM #logan sargeant #ls2 #alex albon #aa23 #logalex #williams f1 #f1 #f1blr #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #f1 fic

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banquetwriter · 3 months

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I saw you were taking requests for Carl grimes so maybe a fluff with Carl and reader who has ADHD and they’re in Alexandria but she’s like hella overstimulated and overwhelmed because everybody and everything’s new and like “better” and she genuinely just does not know what to do with herself. You don’t have to do this btw! Have a wonderful day/night!

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pairing: Carl Grimes ♡︎ Fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ crying, some angst, one mention of sex (incredibly mild) small mentions of canonical violence, reader has panic attack

summary: ʚ after being overwhelmed your favorite grime’s comforts you ɞ

Words: 1374

AN: RAAAHHH thank you sm for the request, i tried to focus on how i personally feel when i get overwhelmed and overstimulated. i didn’t make her very bubbly or stereo typically “adhd” however i tried to model it after mine lol

You hated everything about the apocalypse. You hated never feeling safe, never having enough food, and never being clean ever. You hated being on the run always. You fucking hated it.

But still, you found yourself anxious. A nice woman named Deanna sat you down and Interviewed you. Your heart was racing, it had been for a long time. It was the same feeling you felt being adopted by Glenn and Maggie, the unofficial daughter of the couple.

Feeling like you might start crying but you can't pinpoint your feelings. Being so light-headed the air feels like it is made out of cotton candy. You had stayed quiet to avoid any meltdowns in front of anybody.

You had been assigned one big house. Michonne and Rick take one room, Daryl another, and you bunker with Judith. You found her little coos and cries comforting sometimes. They grounded you when you felt clueless.

Judith and most importantly her brother Carl were what got you through everything. Glenn’s death, a man who was your father. Carl had since you got to the prison. It was hard not to fall in love with him. Even if it wasn't the right time or place. You couldn't help it.

It's how you accepted the prison. It's how you accepted what happened at Terminus, and it was going to be how you accepted this new world you found yourself in. Carl got his own room. You weren't upset by it.

He needed his space. He had been through too much. It was after dinner. You were sitting on the stairs. It was all too much. It was going to go away at some point…

You knew it. Nothing was safe forever. You knew that, you weren't some stupid child. The feeling was back of unintelligible panic. The feeling of horror creeping up your throat. The dizziness, and now you couldn't help but cry.

The cool air of the nighttime clung to your skin. You were sweating even though the night was cold. Hot tears streamed down your face. How could you help these people? How could you possibly help? Hell, you were fear-stricken over being someplace new.

You let out a sob you had been holding in for weeks. Everyone was in the house either cleaning up or windowing down for bed. You told them you needed to go on a walk before bed.

‘You were too restless’ that's what you told them. But here you were sitting down on the steps. A full belly, sobbing your eyes out. Carl had noticed of course he had.

You heard the door close behind you. You stood up, the hot tears still streaming down your face. “Hey, woah,” Carl said, clicking the door shut and walking up to you. You couldn't say anything, fear holding your heart.

You speedily tried to wipe the tears away from your face. His hands come down to your shoulders. His fingertips ghost your skin and shirt. “I-I'm sorry,” you mumble out before the tears start spilling from your eyes again.

“Hey hey hey,” he whispers, pulling you into his chest. His strong hand finds its way to the back of your head, the other snaking around your torso. There it was again. His heartbeat thumped through his chest reaching your ears.

“I'm scared,” you whispered. He pulls away from you keeping his hands secured on you. “I-I know you are y/n. I am too. But it's going to be ok, trust me.” he said, his hand coming up to your chin and holding it up. “How do you know we are going to be ok?” you ask, shaking my head.

“I just know,” he said, his voice soft and comforting. “Because I am here. Because you're here with me.

Judith is here, so is my dad, Michonnee, and Daryl…” he said. “We are all here with you. I know how scared you are because-” he started. He shifted his weight on his feet.

You looked up at him. Your eyes are full of tears. The sight alone broke his heart. He promised himself he would always protect you. After you got separated from the prison. He was never ever letting you out of his sight again.

“Because I'm scared too. This place could fall, or not be safe. I'm scared too.” he says leaning much closer to you. “That's not it. It's all so new. Everything is better. I don't even know what to do. I don't remember how not to be so broken.” you whispered.

Your words hit like a confession to a preacher. “Y-Your not broken,” he said trying to comfort you. “No Carl I am. I think we all are. And I don't know how I'm going to do this.” I said, feeling the tears start to slip out.

“You don't have to do this alone, or even right now. Taking it one day at a time would be a good place to start,” he said, trying to wipe your tears away. “Ok.” is all you said, the heat radiating off of him calming your rapid and hyper thoughts.

“Tonight, how about you sleep with me? In my room?” he asks. “Really? What about Judith, what would your dad and Michonne say?” you ask, pressing your body against his. Time seemed to stop. His blue eyes shine into your soul.

“We can keep Judith in there too. Two people watching her is safer anyway. And don't worry about my dad ok? I will talk to him.” he says, moving both of his hands to your cheeks. Placing a small kiss on your forehead.

You swore you could feel your heart soar high above all the clouds and skies. You silently nod your head, “Go and get ready for bed and meet me in my room ok?” he says nodding towards the house. You smiled walking in.

The group looked as you rushed past them. Carl followed suit walking into the house. His hands were on his hips. “Y/n is going to stay with me tonight. In my room.” Carl said, looking at his dad.

Michonne’s eyebrow shot up. She looked at Judith with a smirk and turned around leaving the boys to discuss. “Carl-” Rick says in his stern voice. “It's not like that Dad,” he says, putting his hand out. Rick’s head turned to the side.

“She is scared, Dad. And I made a promise to protect her. She doesn't trust this place yet. I'm not gonna let her go.” Carl says, his face staying stern. He wasn't going to take ‘no’ for an answer. You were all that mattered to him right now.

Rick rubbed his chin, “Look alright. She can stay in your room as long as you take Judith with you.” he said, walking up to his face. Rick used his pointer finger and used it to tap his son's chest. “If I hear any funny business-” he says in full seriousness.

“Ew. Gross dad.” Carl says, rolling his eyes. Walking past him and running up the stairs to the bathroom. He gave a small knock on it. He heard your voice waver out a Small “Yes?” he smiled.

“It's me, Carl. You ready for bed?” he asked you. “A-Almost. Got distracted again,” you shouted from the bathroom. Carl felt his smile grow wider. “I'm gonna put Judith down now ok? Join me when you're ready,” he says, starting to walk away.

“Ok! Thank you!” you shout from the bathroom, continuing to get ready to sleep. Carl brought his baby sister and a crib into his room. Making it all nice for her. That's when you walked in. You were so beautiful.

In a plain new outfit. Eyes red and puffy from crying. You still were the prettiest thing he had ever seen. You silently sat on the bed. Carl smiled at you, something you returned. He took his hat off, placing it on the bedside table. He crawled on the bed and behind you. Beckoning you to join him under the covers.

Something you did with ease. The comforting smell of Carl Grimes fills your nose. As his hands snake around your torso to hug you. His nose gently rubs against your neck.

“I love you.”

#carl grimes headcannon #carl grimes x you #carl grimes x oc #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead carl

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r0syr3a · 4 months

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Letters to lovers

Cliff Burton x Reader

Words: 565

Genre: Fluff and angst

Warnings: Discussion of Cliff's passing and swearing

Author note: omg I can't believe I finally got the balls to start posting my writing RAAAHHH! This is for Isa, aka @metallicaislife, one of my favorite blogs! Jewel anon is finally revealed lol. I did use the wiki page on the tour for the order of where they played so it makes a bit of sense. Now, on with the story~

Dear, Y/N

I knew you'd end up looking into my shirt drawer once I left for tour, so I figured I would leave you a little surprise. I knew you'd miss me too much that you would just HAVE to wear one of my shirts to bed ;)

Alright, I'll stop being a jackass now. You told me how much you love letters so I figured I'd write some for you while I'm on the road. As I'm writing this, I haven't even left yet and I already miss you so much. This is gonna suck mega balls, I know it.

Try and get some sleep and take care of yourself while I'm gone, My Star. I'll try and see you whenever I can and I'll call as often as possible.

Love always, your rock, Cliff.

Dear, Y/N

I hope you enjoyed my first letter, we just made it to St. Louis. I don't know how many of these I'll be able to write and receive just because we'll be moving so fast, but I'll write as many as I can, I pinky promise. (See? I do remember things)

Every show so far has been FUCKING WILD! God, I wish you could be here to see it all, I think you'd love it.

I miss you, Y/N. I don't wanna be sad and sappy but it's true. You're My Star, how am I supposed to be a rockstar without My Star? Right now, I'm just a rock and that's not nearly as cool. I'm gonna stop writing this so I can call you.

I love you always, your rock, Cliff.

Dear, Y/N

Fuck, I'm so sorry. I haven't written in forever. I'll try and do better after these next California shows. At least we'll get to see each other for those, right? It's gonna feel amazing to hug you and finally have you in my arms again. The guys miss you too. Kirk says he needs you to paint his nails again before we leave again like it won't be gone in like three days.

I hope you're taking good care of yourself and I'll see you soon.

Love always, your rock, Cliff

Dear, Y/N

WE'RE IN EUROPE BABE!!!!!

It's honestly so cool, we explored some old castles and shit yesterday. The time zones keep waking me out so I don't know when to try and call you, I'm sorry I haven't.

I have been taking pictures for you though. We could make a little scrapbook with them when I get home! We are currently in Ireland so you best believe we are drinking THE BEST beer ever.

I honestly don't know what to write about. All I know is that I love you and I miss you and I can't wait to come home or at least fly you out for a show in some random country.

Soon, My Star,

I love you always, your rock, Cliff.

Dear, Y/N

Hey, it's Lars. I know you already got the news by the time it gets to you, but I know he'd want me to send it anyway, even if it isn't finished. We'll be there soon. Hang tight, please. We love you.

Dear, Y/N

Europe is officially my favorite. The best breakfasts and the best beers? What more could I need other than you here? I am definitely bringing you here one day. I promise.

#metallica #cliff burton #metallica fanfiction #metallica imagines #cliff burton x reader #cliff burton imagine #rosywrites

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local-x-reader · 8 months

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can you do childe with “I don’t want to see you.” 🥺🤍

“What?”

There was a prolonged silence, your back to him, you couldn’t bear looking at him right now, no. You didn’t want him to see the hot tears that stained your face, seeing his face would ruin it all.

The facade that you were putting up would crumble at the sight of him, the will to leave would fade away if you looked at his face. You knew it.

It hurt, it stung like a hundred wasps, knowing that he was behind you with the most distraught face, bottom lip trembling as he reached out to you, you felt his fingertips brush your shoulder and you shuffled forward, trembling as you dodged his touch.

“Can we… talk about this…? Please darling…?” His voice was so small, so broken just by your words, oh how badly you wanted to turn around and kiss away his tears, tell him it was a joke, that you would never leave him.

But you had to. You had to put up the facade of not loving him, of not wanting to turn around and squeeze all of his worries away with a hug. No, you had to stay firm…

But the way your body was trembling as you let the words escape told so much, “I’m sorry Childe, please leave.”

“My darling, my love, please. Tell me your joking, please, let me hug you… whatever I did wrong… please let me work to undo it. Please, I beg of you.”

You could feel how your heart was shattering, keeping your back to him as you walked to the door… but you had to, for the sake of your heart, you couldn’t deal with the anxiety and frights he gave you… not anymore…

You opened the door, pressing your forehead against the door, unable to contain the sobs that escapes your throat, somehow managing to choke out; “please, leave Childe, this is hard enough as is, don’t make it harder.”

He silently trudged to the door, looking at you with his own tears rolling down his cheek, leaning in, just for a moment to kiss your temple, whispering a soft, “I love you.”

Before he walked out the door, allowing you to close it, back to the door as you slowly slid down it and broke into tears.

From this list!

Get angsted, fool. /aff /lh :D I have so much thoughts for this tbh. RAAAHHH.

Part 2 ~

#genshin impact x reader #x reader #x y/n #childe x reader #childe x y/n #childe x you #childe tartagalia #ajax x reader #ajax x you #:33 #angst #angst with no happy ending #at least. not yet :D #drabbles #?#Writings ♡︎

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doobea · 9 months

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welcome to my brain rot where i write down tropes/aus that i see sae starring in *ahem* me write them?? idk we will see

sae always gives off spy/hitman vibes to me idk why but i feel like he would thrive in a spyxfamily verse like he's the best assassin that they have and this cool, calculative guy has to act super affectionate to some random kid + a wifey?? slowburn!!! fluff!!! forced proximity!!

omg a bodyguard + mafia AU but it can go either way ... but let's say that you're the daughter/son of a powerful mafia boss and rival gangs want you dead and your family hires sae (or maybe rin too to get double...) angst!!! raaahhh sexual tension !!! and pew pew

soulmate AU where you can write on your body and it shows up on the other person... the markings don't appear until he meets them irl and he goes basically his whole life without having a single marking until one day 'FUCK' is written in big bold letters during a press conference heheheh basically spends the entirety of the series trying to find who you are and wonder why someone so childish (through writing) is his soulmate

a royal AU except sae is seen to be an evil prince and your family is chosen to serve under the royal family in order to clear your debt. but you know... he's not really that evil and ... its a secret/forbidden romance ahahaha

ice skating AU !!! aaahhh he can be your new skating partner after your original partner suffers an injury and let's say in the beginning there's no chemistry between you guys bc of diff skating styles and polar opposite personalities until... ya know >:)) *accidental smooch* during practice

pirates + mermaid AU ... his crew kidnaps you and keeps you in a fish tank in his little room. he starts venting about shit one night and you start commenting and he's all like ??? didn't know mermaids could talk wtf and basically friendship -> romance forms and then he's deciding how to return you back home and whether or not to betray his client who asked for you in the first place

a harry potter style AU where shidou thinks its funny to make a love potion to make sae act all lovely doovey around you (his academic rival) and pours some of it in sae's drink. turns out sae doesn't change much around you and then it occurs to shidou that sae's been in love with you this whole time.

college + study aboard AU where sae is an exchange student and your family offers him a room to stay in for his summer program. cue romantic and sexual tension.

#doobea talks #uuh this is kinda long #am i right or am i wrong chat #kinda messy #really messy #can u guys see that i love him #like an unhealthy amt #but at least i have a list of ideas that i could write

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petthebunfluff · 2 months

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RAAAHHH I LOVE DRAWING ANGST 📢📢📢

this lovely character named miscue belongs to @solarlight2625

#art #drawings #undertale #undertale oc #undertale au #miscue #angst #RAAAAHHH I LOVE BEING EVIL #AND DRAWING ANGST #their tears kinda look like blood and thats rlly cool #my art :3

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theetherealbloom · 1 year

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Hi so it's me again,,, i had to go back and re read my favs parts of the chapter bc JFJRJRGKEOOF despite the angst and the violence we got some Joel and Birdie moments that i'll cherish until THE END

first of all i would like to send appreciation to your depiction of the reader, it's only the second time i felt a deep connection with how someone writes a reader and for that I THANK YOU, it's so refreshing, i love reading readers stories because i can imagine anyone one i want but i mostly create a better persona of myself (idk if it's clear) when i'm reading them but for your fic there are scenes that i truly felt like Birdie 😭🙏

the small part abt the violence especially bc i have huge anger issues that i struggled to take care of to the point where i got in trouble for fighting... so like it resonated into my being IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE BUT YEAH!!

now ... AHEM AHEM.... JOEL CLAIMING BIRDIE AS HIS EJGJUEJF RAAAHHH!!!!!!! I WAS KICKING FEET AND BLUSHING ALL ALONG THIS SCENE ISJXJTJG I CAN'T EVEN!!! istg i felt like i was holding my breath during ALL OF THE INTERROGATION SCENE IT WAS SOO SOOO GOOD IFIRKRKKR we all love joel while knowing his worst so YES BIRDIE SLAYY 💥💥💥

the reunion scene with Ellie i was tearing up because i had the whole scene of the show in mind and just couldn't.... i love them so much and god please let them all be a family i just !!! CANT DO THIS ANYMORE GAAAAAAHHHH

anyways i think that is all... i really loved this chapter, even though it was short i really liked how you handled the two episodes and the flashbacks of Birdie too ❤️❤️ you're rlly an AMAZING writer hopefully we'll get to have others fanfics after Uneven Odds, i don't want it to end 😭🙏

parallel universe traveler reader is probably my fav trope bc my ultimate favs fanfic have this trope including yours so thank you for your masterpiece 💋💋🫂🫂

AHHHHHHHHHH I read this over and over and over again you have no idea how much this has made my dayyyyyy T^T <3

I took a huge good nap and then woke up to tHIS JUST AGHHHHHHHH MAEEEE ur so lovely 🥰 thank youuuuu sosoososos much

Every time I write, I always try my best to stay far far far away with very descriptive details of the reader, to ensure inclusivity <3 I'm too fricken self-aware and understand the importance of having proper representation :> even if it's a silly little fan fic

It truly means a lot to me that I achieved that with Birdie, took me a while to find my footing since I hadn't written anything in years :,)

I owe it all to you and everyone who has liked, reblogged, commented, and given me feedback for each chapter! It truly tells me if I'm doing this right or if I'm just vomiting wORDS HASKJHDAHAH

AGAIN thank you so much lovieeeeee <3 mwa mwa I appreciate you for being here, I love you <3

#etherealanons #etherealupdates #etherealasks #ethereal writes #ethereal uneven odds qna

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