#and they're not even done with exit interviews

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Hello can I please request something with Charles Leclerc after this Shit show we've just witnessed today

Nothing Right In The Wrong - CL

It's been tiiiiiiiimmmmmeeeee since I last wrote for Charles. He's still my fave 100% but Lando has randomly crept into my attention and then people started requesting more for him. But I am so happy to write for Charles just as much. It is a bit short, but I kind of just want to show that y/n's there to support him however he needs.

Summary: Charles is riled from the way his race went from pole and podium sitting potential to not even top 5.

The radio message from Charles was enough for y/n to know that he was not happy, he is even less impressed with his team than he is with the race result.

Y/n manages to catch him before he's even pulled to the media pen, hoping she might be able to talk him into calming down while he walks with a Ferrari team member.

She doesn't say anything, there's no point. He's upset, he's clearly wanting to get media over and done with quickly. He wants the debrief and he wants to talk about how they left him to the wolves after making the call for a one stop race. Instead she links their hands and the squeezing, while sweaty, is also almost cripplingly tight but it works in slowly relaxing him till he loosens just in time for them to arrive at the media pen.

There was a brief explanation as to why Carlos was allowed ahead, having pressure from Perez and needing to think of his own race ahead of the teams collectively.

"Wait for me here." Charles mumbles, not leaving her without a kiss as he leans down and quickly pecks her lips then walking away.

Y/n waits, speaking to some of the other drivers as they make their way inside to speak to the media too. All paired with someone from their team to record the interviews for their own archive.

"Come on, babe." Charles murmurs relinking their hands, and maybe slightly rudely cutting into a conversation with Carlos. Who Charles is not directly mad at, but he's bitter over the call for him to have to let Carlos pass.

Y/n shoots the Spaniard an apologetic look as she's tugged away. Charles is not concerned about others feelings right now, especially when his temper combine with the toothache he has is making his mood bitter even more.

Y/n doesn't sit in on the debrief but the exit of it is pretty much unsurprising that he wants to get out of there.

It's not till they're in the car that Charles finally breaks the tense silence, wanting to make his girlfriend feel comfortable enough to at least hold a conversation with him.

"I want to do better. I want to be able to finish the race and come to you proud of myself and the team." Charles murmurs while she frowns.

"I am proud of you...maybe no so much the teams choice of strategy call. But...that doesn't matter. The race is done and there can only be effort for improvement in Mexico." Y/n states as Charles sighs wishing that his girlfriend didn't have to give him constant pep talks about his own career.

He loves F1, he loves racing and driving in Ferrari. But there's no denying it takes energy that he's beginning to lose motivation to keep up. He'd never choose to leave the red team that runs through his veins. Today was just a bad day.

They'll reset before the next race weekend.

Charles does go on to have a little rant about the whole thing, just needing to get it all out his system verbally. But eventually he realises how long he's been talking and the conversation is a bit more one-sided than he meant for it to be. So he redirects.

"What do you want to do? We'll do anything you want." Charles states, always loving to refocus his attention on his relationship in these moods because at least then he's not got something to lose.

"I want to know how your tooth is first." Y/n sighs while Charles frowns hating that she'll never allow him to focus on her.

"It's hurting a bit."

"We'll ice it when we're back at the hotel. And...when you feel better, when your tooth is actually better, we'll go for a really nice dinner out and have a real date night. I'll arrange it all. Ok?" Y/n smiles finally seeing those dimples that could melt any woman to a weaker version of themselves. "There's the boyfriend I know and love. I love seeing your smile. You know that?"

"Eh, you might've said once or twice." Charles jokes then turning to look at her. "I love you so much, baby."

"I love you too." Y/n smiles then leaning over and kissing his shoulder with limited other options of reaching him for a kiss.

Eventually they get back to the hotel and Charles isn't ashamed to say he really got taken care of by y/n. But y/n seems happy to just see him smiling and content with the ending to his day. Y/n always makes things better for him.

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┈⋆⭒ lando norris x rival femdriver!reader [3k] ┈⋆⭒ part 4 !!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contains: 18+, padel, angst, smut, george russel is a gentleman lol. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: im so sorry for taking so long to write, busy LOL. (unedited sorryyy)

seeing the chequered flag in front of you and the orange car behind you. you couldn't be any fucking happier. stepping out of that car and looking back on a stiff bodied Lando Norris, undoubtedly scowling at you from behind his visor, you couldn't help but smirk outwardly at the flushing pride. you fucking beat him, with all the shit he's said, all the shit hes done and you just fucking beat him. you don't even care that you're not up on the podium today, enjoying seeing lando sulk is better than the taste of any champagne. though you don't turn down a glass offered to you just after wrapping up a multitude of interviews conducted with Lando's eyes glued to the back of your head.

Charles appears next to you as you exit the media pen and you oblige the company. walking through the paddock, he makes a note about turn 11 and you laugh, agreeing as he walks over to Carlos just outside the ferrari garage. charles finished P7, ferrari fucking him over yet again. it was baffling to you that he didn't throw things or show any kind of extreme anger outwardly at least physically. you personally would've snapped 6 months ago but he was still all dimples and nods and endless forgiveness. on your way out of the media pen you catch lando's eye and he gives you a shit eating grin, one full of sarcasm and self-satisfaction. you swiftly turn away, walking faster than you were originally, trying to outrun any kind of interaction that was eagerly festering between you too.

the rest of the day was forgettable, consisting mainly of meaningless interviews, too much PR training making them a sad carbon copy of the other. you saw lewis on your way out.

"impressive drive today Dylan"

"thanks lewis, you too"

"obviously" you continue, he is a 7 time world champion.

he laughs and excuses himself, walking to his car.

it was a long day, you can understand the eagerness to escape the human interaction, the drive back to your hotel was quiet and exactly what you had yearned for. Monaco; never empty but significantly quieter than this morning, the night air crisp and clean as you rounded the corner to the street of your hotel.

flopping down onto the tightly (re)made hotel bed made you let out a groan, everything resulting from the day all coming out because what the fuck was that? you push your head further into the mattress when your mind keeps flicking through scenes of landos hands all over you. his mouth on yours, his breath on your neck and the muffled noises he made in your ears. you throw your head back into the pillow, revering your thoughts and the temptation that comes with a person you share so much hatred with. a knock coming from outside your door wakes you up, still in jeans, shoes thrown halfway across the room, slumped diagonally across the bed, face smushed into the mattress. you blink a few times and then get up, walking to your door and twisting the door knob.

"george?"

"hey"

"what time is it?"

"11"

your eyebrows scrunched, morning or night, before you could ask, he answered.

"were leaving in 6 hours"

relief washes over you.

"oh okay thank god"

he lets out a short laugh and then commences talking again.

"just wondered if you wanted to get breakfast downstairs, they're still serving it. talk about the race a little"

he sounds nearly timid and you can't lie breakfast sounds nice as you feel your stomach entirely too hollow at the thought of food. plus, you'd been more or less waiting out to chat shit about the size of the track in Monaco, not that you didn't love racing there but just the fact the cars got bigger each year and the track.... didn't.

"yeah-uh. sure, let me just, get changed out of-" you gesture down at yesterdays clothes, still with marks of how you slept on top of the sheets.

"I wasn't gonna say anything" he whispers.

you squint your eyes and he smirks,

"just come find me when you're-" he gestures to your albeit disheveled state.

you give him a face of annoyance and he winks as he pulls the door shut.

you smell the breakfast buffet before you see it and are grateful for it. wondering if in your state of distraction you'd really be able to find anything. you spot George settled down in a corner seat, hunched over a plate looking in the direction of the window and out of it. you walk across the room, noticing the length of your steps as your consciousness alerts you of the eyes on you. he looks up at you upon your approach and smiles at you warmly before you take a seat briefly before grabbing a plate and a wide range of strange breakfast foods like they always had at hotels. it was good to catch up, you liked George and before the other day you didn't think George liked you the way lando said he did, but now he'd said it you couldn't stop noticing small things. small things, that earlier you wouldn't have noticed but now you couldn't ignore. he'd lean into you when you talked, look in your eyes, nod his head while you were speaking. it wasn't that you didn't like George, you just didn't like him that way and you're sure that he didn't either. lando was just messing with your head. just as you were getting up to leave however, George extended an offer to you.

"I don't know if its your thing but im leaving to play padel with max and lando in 10 minutes"

you're not convinced

"Alex was my partner and he can't come anymore"

it could be fun.

"yeah sure"

-

lando was exactly how you imagined when playing padel just how he was with everything else, obnoxious. the minute you showed up he felt the need to one up you and George on every occasion, purposely making impossible shots, max noticed and just laughed or groaned. max you liked, George you liked, lando you couldn't stand. padel was something that you hadn't done in a while and at the beginning you could've said you needed some help but as time went on it got easier and lando's impossible shots weren't so impossible anymore. George went to far one time to bring up his obsession with you and the next ball went straight for his head. max couldn't stop laughing and you were just staring at George in disbelief. lando said it was accident and continued with a stupid level of banta and you and George finally caught up to max and lando's score. the last 15 minutes consisted of endless high fives and half assed trash talk ultimately resulting in max needing a time out cause he couldn't stop laughing and you sitting down for a few minutes. you and George beat max and lando on the last game and exploded into a frenzy, you were all competitive and it wasn't surprising when lando threw his head back into his hands or max pretended to smash his racket on the floor before meeting you in the middle of the court to shake hands. max gives you a pat on the back and says something that isn't remotely funny but makes you laugh nonetheless. lando's grip is firm and lingers for a small time before dropping your hand with a "missed you". lando was impossibly easy to read at worst, but this was out of the ordinary. he said the words with a mimicking air of sarcasm though he said so looking directly at you, a fierce gaze, warm hands clasped together as his pinky finger dared to graze your wrist. he dropped your hand hard and fast though and retreated back to the mindless giggling with max, leaving you and George to pack up and walk out together. max and lando stood together, huddled over someones phone as you and George emerge from the court, rackets in hand and max is the only one to acknowledge you both as you walk towards them, max smiles and nudges you, you look up and gasp at the sight, a rolls Royce, pulled up on the side of the road waiting for you.

"you coming?" the question is said to max, though directed at them all.

"Kelly needs me to pick her up you're stuck with them." he gestures back towards George and lando, who seem to be talking just not happily.

"they're gonna kill me" you say to max hushedly.

"lando might" he jokes to which you roll your eyes and he waves goodbye to the boys and heads in the direction of his car. you simply walk towards the car, settling in the leather seats, smooth and noticing the almost business like appeal the car has, it has one of those screens in-between the driver and passengers that can go dark with the click of the button. you're too entranced by the interior to notice the light that enters when the door is opened to get in. you assume it to be George but when you finally turn your head you discover George has sat in the front, on some kind of mandatory work call. the look lando gives you as he sits next to you is not one of comfort and you hope the 20 minute drive goes by fast with the way his body is inching impossibly closer to yours and your shorts are only riding higher and higher up your thighs with the more you try and distance yourself from him. a cruel irony.

-

its only five minutes into the drive when you notice lando has stretched his arm out and is currently searching for the button that releases the screen between the 2 areas. your eyes widen as his fingers bends around the edge of the seat and finds it, clicking it smoothly and you watch as the back of George's head is no longer there and you can't pretend to stare out of the front window.

you're still silent, scared to speak, that your voice may crack or that you won't say what you mean. lando joins your side once again, looking at the side of your face waiting for you to speak on the events that unfolded only 36 hours ago.

"if you wanted me that bad you could've asked, 'm pretty reasonable"

you glare at him openly now, hoping to shut him up.

" 'ts all im saying"

"shut up" short and sweet and completely impossible to misunderstand.

"why?" hes a fucking child.

"shut up" you say again, going over a bump and trying desperately to ignore kind of faint sensation boiling in-between your legs.

"my hands are cold" he says smirking, letting out a small disguised laugh.

you screw your eyebrows and look forward once again though feel his hand come in-between your thighs, his strong fingers splitting between the warmth you'd created between them as he settles his right hand between your legs. you're breath is embarrassingly unsteady when makes any slight movements of his fingers that even graze your upper thigh or anywhere near where you needed him. fuck you did kind of need him it, you deserved it after yesterday. its a mistake to let your head fall back at the contact he finally makes to your panties as he takes it as a sign that your submitting, which you're not, you're just... processing.

"wanna ask now?"

you're silent as a mouse, mouth once agape now tight lipped, eyes now tightly shut, thighs clenched incredibly around lando's hand in hopes to keep it from roaming higher and relinquishing the decreasing control you seemed to have of the situation. you're too focused on the hand between your thighs to notice his other hand coming to cup your face, making you face him.

christ he could be beautiful, in the low light of the car, sweat lining his hairline making it impossibly curly as it kissed his eyebrows, shirt clinging to his shoulders tanned and muscled and his neck shining through it all, broad and veined and all you could think about. your thighs release their hold and lando takes the invitation, using his hand on your jaw to pull you into him, expecting to kiss though stopping just before being impossibly close.

"just ask?"

you're annoyed now, you didn't make him ask you just did it.

"you want it more than I do" you say, annoyed at how hes making it out.

"liar" he says, squinting as he pulls his hands finally under the waistband of your shorts and you don't even care that he's being stupid because you're both so warm and you can feel the taut muscle and hot skin and you don't care that these are leather seats or that George is in the front seat. lando is seated in a way where hes almost behind you with how close he is, crowded next to you. his mouth just hovering next to your eye, his next filthy remark on the tip of his tongue, waiting to slide right off. you finally move one of your hands to cup his, your unspoken reassurance of how much you need him to hurry the fuck up, you have a plane to catch after all. hes only just moved your panties to the side and the car comes to a stop shortly before continuing on, hes going much too slow.

"hurry up" you say between breaths, trying to sound unphased.

"shush" he says, mockingly though you don't seem to care, because hes finally circling your clit and your almost quivering because it feels so good.

"how would mr Russel feel if I opened that right now"

that, referring to the only thing currently separating your activities form your friend and the driver.

"fuck off" you muster up as his fingers seem to graze every part of you that you desire.

his left hand rises underneath your shirt, slipping underneath the sports bra and just letting his hand rest there for a minute, playing with your nipple though pausing the movements on your clit. your legs are subconciously rubbing together and lando is quick to stop any kind of feeling that isn't him.

"I think he'd love it don't you?"

god you wished he'd shut up.

you grab his face with your free hand and kiss him, finally. he doesn't have much control considering the location of his very own hands right now but he sighs into it the minute you touch him. something you clearly both needed as your hand drifts much too easy to the curls you were admiring earlier, pulling on them harder than you would've had he have been nicer to you. he liked it though, biting your bottom lip before drawing his hand out from your shirt and pulling you flush against his front. his grip is all too familiar and warms you even more as you slide your tongue in his mouth, wet and fucking filthy as he tilts his head to kiss your jaw responding to the direction you pulled his head. hes getting responsive and you figure now if anything is when you should "ask". but its another whole minute of landos mouth on your neck and jaw before you squeak out the word, his second hand still in your panties.

"please?"

he stops and looks at you, taking his hands off of you completely.

"do you think George heard that?" he whispers, smiling.

"you suck" you say, but hes already leaning into your neck again, hand going exactly where you want him. its embarrassing how wet you are and the noise that landos fingers make when he finally slides them inside of you is something unmentionable as you buck forward, stopped shortly by landos second hand coming around your waist, his lips back just below your ear. hes pumping his fingers faster and faster and its humiliating how much energy you have tp focus on not making any noise, noticebably so however, as lando lifts up your shirt for him and then prompts you to put the shirt in your mouth to muffle the noise. its smart but he looks much too self satisfied seeing you gagged and writhing.

"you're cute like this"

you don't respond to this comment, though it goes straight to you're core, his fingers inching you closer as his lips finally make contact with your collarbone and you shiver. it creeps up on you, one minute its just harsh breathing, muffled by your shirt, but the next your shutting your eyes and screwing your eyebrows together and the next your legs are shaking and lando is smiling like he just won fucking Monaco and you're breathing is fractured when he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean. he laughs to himself and takes the shirt out of your mouth and pulls it down before finding the button he pressed only 15 minutes ago and revealing George's face to you. god why did he do that, you hoped you weren't as flushed as you felt, hoping to blame it on the padel or something, lando is giving you the most unfitting smirk as you glare forward, eyes fluttering, suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion as you approach the hotel. its all a flurry when you arrive, one of embarrassment as you run off to your hotel room, excusing yourself to "pack". its even worse when you spot Lando on the plane, cursing toto for approving this act of "team bonding" as you sit down across from him considering that lewis and Daniel are already playing a game of cards while you arrive only fashionably late. rather than aknwoeldging your existence though, lando simply gets up and approaches one of the three flight attendants, you don't mean to watch the encounter but it was so clearly a go at you, you couldn't help but notice the obnoxious way he was flirting, nothing like what he would say to you, no this was frat boy bible. you laugh to yourself as you eye up again the actions of lando norris trying to seduce somebody who was literally paid to be his presence and you don't miss the way he taps her waist before he leaves, coming back to his seat and giving you that fucking half smile before sitting down again.

-

it was only 3 hours, it'd be fine.

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'𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐓! Why the hell is this blouse so tight! I could've sworn it fit perfectly before...'

You cringe at the tightness of the fabric as it sticks your chest like a second skin.

Leaving the house in a hurry, it was only until meeting your interviewer face-to-face were you finally able to acknowledge the snug clothing.

Luckily you had enough jitters to bring a jacket and was able to use it as a cover-up.

"So Ms. [Last Name], I understand you have the experience of doing tasks such as scheduling events and appointments?"

You break out of your distressed bubble with a jump before catching sight of the male walking down the hall, quickly trailing after.

"Y-yes sir. I have done countless jobs of setting up plans and meetings during my two-year internship for Yu Inc."

His brows raise at your words. "Yu Inc. you say? That's a very well-known business. Can I ask why you choose specifically this company? Why not stay with them?"

"Well..." You meet his questioning gaze with a small smile, "when creating a name for yourself- especially in the entertainment business- it's a known possibility of failing. But even so, you still had hope and tried. There's not many people out there who would've done what you did. And I admire that. So much in fact that I want to help support what you're doing as much as possible."

He suddenly stops in his stride causing you to give him a lost look.

"You're right. And I'll be eternally grateful for having the determination and people I trust behind me to help make my dream come true. I can't say much of the later future..."

Your eyes slightly widen when he holds out his hand with a blinding smile. "But what I can say that it would be an honor to work with you Ms. [Last Name]."

"Wait...does that mean-"

"Welcome to Hybe Co.!"

"Oh thank you very much sir! I promise to work very hard and contribute to the company." He lets out a hearty laugh when you grab his hands with an energetic shake.

"Please, Bang PD's just fine. No need for such formalities now that you're part of the family."

"Okay...Bang PD." You hesitantly try out his name, jaw clenching at suppressing the urge to address him more formally.

He claps his hands, a gleam of happiness shines in his eyes as they crinkle on the sides. "Excellent! You will officially start working tomorrow morning. Now, before we continue, do you have any questions for me?"

"Yes I do in fact. They're mostly about the contract and all of the benefits from this job."

Bang PD nods in understanding, "Of course, so the benefits you will receive—"

"Bang PD-Nim!"

You both turn towards the frantic call to see a breathless woman running over.

"There's been an abrupt change in the scheduled meeting with Fila Inc. It seems they're only open for today, the next three months have been filled."

The older man's face falls at the news before letting out silent curses. "Alright. Are they already here?"

"Yes. In your office as we speak."

"Okay, let's go then." Bang PD says as he takes a stack of folders from her outstretched hands, but before he could fully exit the room you call out his name.

"Yes?" He answers in a rushed tone, one hand tightly grasping the documents while the other straightens his tie and glasses.

"I'm sorry, but what should I do while you're gone? I mean, you still have to explain to me the rest of what my job consists of. Unless of course, I can come back another day?"

"No!" You jump at his shout causing him to give an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that. But to answer your question, I can't. With the rest of the month's schedule being packed twenty-four-seven, I won't have a free slot to situate you in. So while I'm gone please feel free to walk around and get yourself acquainted with the building. Once I return, I'll be able to answer any questions you have."

"Okay. So when do you think you'll be finished with the..." Your words trail off once realizing that he's no longer there,"...meeting?"

Eyes still planted on the shut door, you finally break the silence with a scoff of disbelief. "Well ain't that a bitch."

Smacking your lips, you stand up with a hum, "Guess I'll go look around then."

With that, you make your way to the door.

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After spending a good twenty-minutes roaming and getting used to routes of the building, you decide its time for a snack break, moving to the nearest snack machine.

You dig through your purse with a sigh and grab the needed amount for your chosen drink. It drops to the bottom with a muted thud causing a small cheer to leave your lips.

Beverage in hand, you continue looking around the building. Music filters from speakers above leaving you content and begin to hum along, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

Unfortunately, that peacefulness soon turns into frustration when you try to put the straw into the juice box.

Forcing the weak plastic in with way more strength than needed, your cry of victory quickly turns into one of shock when a good portion of the juice spills on you.

"Goddammit!" You let out a groan, swiftly taking off the jacket before the cold liquid could seep all the way through.

But that action was deemed useless upon noticing a wet spot decorating your once clean white blouse.

'Shit...I can't walk out of here with this big ass stain. I need to get this cleaned up pronto.'

Moving down the hall in search of a restroom, your steps falter when seeing how unfamiliar the area was.

"First the juice now this? Great..."

Body hunched over in defeat, you perk up at the sight of a man coming from the opposite direction.

"Hey-um excuse me!"

He slows down at the sound of your voice, freezing in place upon spotting you.

Scurrying over to him, you plaster an awkward smile. "Yeah..hi? I'm sorry to disturb you, but I new here. And I kinda had a little accident with my juice when I was trying to..."

Unknowingly to you, as you continue to ramble, a pair of eyes take in your figure.

"Oh...shit!" He hisses under his breath as a low gasp escapes him.

"So yeah...I was wondering if you know where the nearest restroom may be located." You finish your statement in time to see him staring at you with a shocked expression.

"Um...hello?"

"Goddamn!"

Your brows raise at the man as he continues to openly ogle at you without a care in the world. "E-excuse me?"

Finally breaking out of the trance with a jump, his eyes shift back and forth from your chest to the unamused expression on your face.

"I-I mean...ah my back! Goddamn I say goddamn!" You blink in confusion when he howls in pain, his body dramatically falling to the ground as he holds his back.

"Oh sh-are you okay?! Do you need me to call someone for you?" You bend down to get a closer look with a concerned frown.

He looks at you with a strained smile before quickly getting up from the floor. "Ah n-no need! I experience this very often, so I can just walk there myself."

"Are you su-"

"Thank you for caring! Have a nice day!" His voice rings throughout the hall as he hobbles away, hand placed on his lower back like an old man.

"Wait! What about the rest...room?" You roll your eyes in irritation, arms crossed with a huff, "well that was quite the first impression."

Turning to start your journey of searching for the restroom once more, you stop when another man appears in your line of view.

"Hi! Excuse me, can you please tell me where your restrooms are?"

"Sure," he looks up from his phone with a smile, dimples formed on both sides, "all you have to do it take a-"

He abruptly stops talking, eyes widening once they take in your-ahem, attire. "Ahh...ek!"

You blankly stare at him as he stumbles over his words, a light blush coating the apple of his cheeks.

"What?"

"Asdfghjk! I-I gotta go! Bye!"

Opening your mouth to question him, it quickly closes when he bolts down the hall, leaving you in the dust.

"...the hell is wrong with these people?!"

Just as you were about to follow after him two more males make an appearance.

If it were any other day, you would've stopped at how shockingly handsome the two were, from the blue and pink fluffy hair on their heads to the way they walked with so much grace and confidence that only a celebrity could do.

But today was not the day to do so.

So while they had yet to see you by the playful jabs and taunting given to one another, you quickly take the chance and stepped right in front of them.

They slightly jump in surprise before relaxing when seeing it was only you.

"Excuse me but can you tell me where the restrooms are?" You force a smile, the clear tone of impatience could be heard in your strained voice.

"Sure thing," the one on the right speaks up with a bright smile, his deep voice strongly contradicting the childish aura around him, "it's...ah..."

His voice trails off as he looks down at your chest, eyes bulging out of his head.

"Well?" You ask, foot tapping in frustration.

"What are you looking at?" His friend asks with a push to the shoulder, but the taller male continues to stare at you in awe.

"I'm sorry. He's not usually like this," the young man giggles, rubbing the back of his head. "So what do you need help with?"

"Finding the restroom. As you can see, I really need to clean this...stain" you explain, gesturing to the vivid patch on your shirt.

"Sure. It's down the hall to the..." his sentence trails off, eyes zoning in on your chest.

Choking on what seemed to be nothing, gibberish spills from his plump lips as he stares unabashedly.

Following where their unwavering eyes went, you snort in disbelief. 'Now this some bullshit! Why the fuck are these grown-ass men acting like a tiddy popped out my shirt or something?'

"Oh yeah? To the what?" You ask, crossing your arms, done with all of the interactions you've faced so far today.

While you hadn't realized the action caused your breasts to pop out even more, these two on the other hand witnessed the entire thing causing them to hold onto each other's arm for support.

"We've seen heaven," one whimper, a dazed look spreading across his face.

"God has blessed this woman," the other mumbles, his eyes never straying away from your chest for one second.

"Excuse me?" Growing unsettled by their intense stares you loudly clap in their faces, snapping them out of it.

"I-I mean, God has blessed us all to live and see another day!"

The bluenette, who seemed to have caught on to what he was doing, quickly joined in.

"Hallelujah! Praise the all mighty and his greatness! God is good all the time, and all the time God is good~" He begins to stomp his feet, happily singing out random church phrases as he bends down with his hands at his back.

You share a lost look with his friend, lips pursed at what seemed to be him having caught the Holy Spirit.

"Do you feel it? I said do you feel i-" Fortunately for you, the male's preaching was ended by the murderous glare of his shorter counterpart.

Turning to you with a smile, you silently awe at the way his eyes disappear into the shape of crescent moons.

"What he means to say was how not only is the Lord good to you, but to us. Come, my brother, and let us rejoice in his name to those in need of it." Yanking his friend by the elbow, they make a run down the hallway.

"But w-what about the restroom?!"

"Just down the hall to your right!" One of them shouts out before bounding around the corner.

"I swear all of the shit happening today better be a one-time thing. 'Cause I'll be damned if I have to deal with this every day." And with that, you make your way towards the bathroom as directed.

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Hoseok's eyes skim over the countless comments with vigor until they land on one that catches his interest.

[Army4life]: Where are the others?

"Um, Suga is right behind me. Say hi to ARMYS hyung~" the rapper leans to the side to reveal the silent male.

Yoongi slowly looks up from his phone with a sigh, a bored look donning his face as he puts up a peace sign before going back to the device.

"Well...but as for the others, they're coming soon! Most likely getting some food."

[Hobi's-Flower]: Have you been taking care of yourself?

Hoseok stares at the sincere question with a small smile. "Yes thank you! I made sure to get enough sleep and eat the right foods."

[JoonsBigDic]: Do you have any kinks?

"W-what?" Faltering at the sudden change of subject, his face flushes in embarrassment and shock, "m-my kinks? I don't think I should answer that."

[SugawiththatTae]: he blushing! Awww

[Mochicoochie]: now I wanna know what it is

[KookieCrumble]: y'all J-Hope got a kink!

[BangtanWhore]: bet it's choking 👀

"N-now wait a minute I never said th-"

His words were cut off by the sudden slam of the door.

Quickly turning towards the source of the interruption, Hoseok frowns at a wide-eyed Jin stepping into the room.

"Hoseok you ain't gonna believe me when I say this shit! When I say my eyes been fucking blessed!"

The idol chokes on his spit and nervously takes a peek at the recording camera. "Hold up! Just let me turn it off right quic-"

"Tell me why this girl walked up to me because she was lost or some shit. But the thing was... she had some big ass tiddies!"

"SHUT UP THIS IS LIVE!"

Hearing the younger male's panicked words, Jin looks at the camera and pales in realization. "Oh..."

The room goes quiet.

Not knowing what to do, they just continue to sit/stand there, eyes constantly shifting from the camera to each other.

"Did...did this really just happened?" Jin silently mumbles to himself as he stares off in space, Hoseok sending him a heated glare from the corner of his eyes.

"Aye y'all!" The duo turn their attention to a giddy Namjoon as he walks into the room, "Did you see the girl outsi-"

Jin and Hoseok quickly hold their hands out with frantic head shakes.

"SHHH! SHUT THE FUCK UP JOON!"

"HOLD ON WE LIV-"

"WITH THEM BIG ASS TIDDIES?!"

Closing his eyes, Jin lets out a sigh and covers his face in embarrassment.

Hoseok, on the other hand, just blankly stares at the floor with pursed lips.

"Did I say something wrong?" Namjoon frowns at their actions before pulling out his phone when it vibrates.

A moment of silence pass as the leader checks the device only for his eyes to widen. "U-um, guys? W-why it...why it say y'all on live right now?"

"Cause we are...fuck! We're in so much trouble..." Hoseok curls up in his chair, heart dropping at the thought of millions of people watching them.

"The hell nobody said anything?!"

"That's what we been trying to tell your stick-bodied ass before you started flipping at the mouth!" Jin roars out at the younger's attempt of blaming them.

Hoseok scoffs at his words. "You ain't no better! If I recall this shit started when you popped up talking 'bout she had some big ass tiddies."

The vocalist's mouth drops in disbelief. "Well excuse me for wanting to enlighten you on one of the best sights of my life! And if we're being honest, it's your fault to begin with."

"What th-my fault?!"

"Yeah! Who the hell do V-Lives without telling anyone else? It's because of your irresponsible ass that we got into this mess."

As the two continue to banter back in forth, Yoongi finally has enough of the drama and gets up.

"Hey...I said hey! I sai-AYE! BOTH OF Y'ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Satisfied with their obedience, he walks up in the camera view and takes it away from Hoseok's spot.

"Um..." His lips pucker into an awkward pout, eyes shifting before forcing out a fake laugh, "w-we can explain. You see...what had happened was that they just playing around and-"

"AYE YO YOU PEEPED THEM BREASTESES?!" The rapper's excuse was cut off by the loud voice of Jimin as he walks into the room with a trailing Taehyung.

The younger of the two quickly nods his head in agreement. "On God! I'd suck the tiddie juice right out them hoes!"

"ShUT UP!" Yoongi screams out with wide eyes causing the maknaes to freeze in caution.

"The hell happened in here?" Jimin looks at their pale faces in confusion, gaze swiftly skimming over the room only to do a double-take at the recording camera.

"I swear. Acting as if y'all seen a ghost or some shi-fuck! Why'd you do that?!" Hissing at the pain of being jabbed in the side, Taehyung's narrowed eyes follow where the idol was pointing only to widen, "o-oh...y'all filming?"

After catching the sight of Taehyung closing his mouth and Jimin staring at the floor in silent shock, the camera is pulled closer to Yoongi's face.

With the view now consisting of sharp cat-like eyes and a small button nose filling the lens, the others look at one another for the next step.

But even that seemed to be useless since they didn't know what to do.

Taking a look at his phone, Namjoon groans at the wave of comments filling the screen.

[LilMarco]: THEY TALKING BOUT TIDDIES

[Juanpito]: SAY HEY TO MEXICO 🇲🇽🇲🇽

[Kpopper68]: YOU THINK THEY TALKING, ABOUT JESSI?

[ATEEZbby]: CAN'T RELATE #ITTY-BITTY TITTY-COMMITTEE 😞

[Winxanity_ii]: TAEHYUNG SAID SUM BOUT TIDDIE JUICE

'Ah shit...'

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After the shock of what he had just seen finally passes over, Jungkook puts down his phone with a shake of his head.

"I leave to go to the bathroom and all this happens? Tch...can't do shit!"

Getting up from the toilet, he quickly cleans up and walks towards the room next over.

'How the hell we ain't get disbanded yet?'

Peeping into the room, he spots the rest of the members just standing there with lost expressions.

"Ha...I'm just gonna take this." Slowly walking over to Yoongi, Jungkook carefully takes the still recording camera away from his hands.

"Lmao good joke guys! Bye ARMY, saranghae or whatever," giving the camera a stiff smile and wave, he turns it off.

The room goes quiet before Jungkook turns to the group with crossed arms. "Really? Tiddies? And in front of possibly millions of people no less! That's what we gonna risk everything for?"

Heads lowered in shame from the maknae's scolding, eyes are downcasted to the floor in avoidance of meeting his seething gaze.

"So what do have to say for yourselves?"

"Did you..." Everyone turns their attention to Jimin as he gives the taller male a sheepish smile, "d-did you see her tiddies?"

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Long Way Down Part Four

Word Count 3.5K

Okay kids, here's Part Four. In Part Five we conclude our story. I can tell you this story has two endings. I will probably post both endings but in separate posts.

This part has a little mystery, a small bit of dad!rry and some angst.

Warnings: Language and implications of death

“But I don’t want to, Dad.” Archer swings his legs over the edge of the bed.

“Le’ me see, Arch.” Harry lifts the boy’s foot, while he examines it.

Harry notices that Archer's foot is swollen and not moving properly, which leads him to conclude that the boy needs a doctor. "Well, lil' man, we need to go to the doctor."

Archer starts to cry.

Harry leans down to look the boy directly in the eye. “Told ya you were gonna get hurt, and here we are brother.” Harry clears his throat and lowers his son's foot. “I know you don't want to, but we have to. Auntie Gemma’s comin’ and we’re all goin’ to the doctor. Mr. Liam’s goin with us too. It's going to be okay, son," Harry says as he sets his son's foot down. "It's nothing a little bit of care won't fix." Harry smiles at Archer. "We'll get you fixed up in no time. It's gonna be alright."

Harry walks to the closet and pulls down a hoodie and some jeans. He hands the items to his son. “I need ya to get dressed, I’ll get ya sister ready, and we’ll go. Once you two are taken care of, we can finally enjoy that ice cream I promised you."

Harry exits the room and heads next door to Lola’s room. Harry sees Gemma talking to the baby in a gentle, soothing manner and he smiles, feeling a warmth in his chest. He watches as Gemma carefully dresses the baby and he notices a deep bond between them.

“Arch is gettin’ dressed. When he's ready we’ll take off. Poppy's taken care of already. She’s in there with Liam reading. Can’t get caught up with the police and looking for Y/N until I get the kids to the doctor. Won’t be able to take care of it once the police get here.”

Gemma looks up. “Told you I could take them.”

“Parents are the only people who can authorize treatment. Maybe if we consulted with our regular doctor, they would work with us, but we have to go to the after-hours clinic. Let’s just head out and do what we need to do.”

Gemma sighs and shakes her head. “Need to change that at some point.”

“I know, but today that’s how it is. Jeff and Liam have already spoken to the clinic so they're expecting us."

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“It's like a broken record, innit? The same questions bein' brought up over and over again with no resolution. How many more times are you gonna have to ask me these questions?” Harry asks as he pushes his hair away from his forehead.

The investigator doesn't look up as he continues to write, but says, "Sir, we need to be certain we're not missing anything. Let's see, we've established she withdrew $4,000.00 from her private bank account prior to her disappearance. Does that seem like a normal amount for her?"

Harry shrugs. "Dunno. It's her private account. I have a certain amount transferred to her every month for her to spend as she wishes. I've never asked if or what she spends it on. Don't even know what she has in there. We have a household account and credit cards for anything she might need for the house or the children. Of course, it goes without saying that she can call if I’m gone and ask for anything, and she’ll have it.”

"Right, and her phone was found, as you know just a few blocks from the Baby Gym. Are you sure she doesn't have another phone?"

"No, no other phone that I know of." Harry walks around, eyes looking at the floor. "I told ya everythin'. I told ya 'bout her tattoos, her moles, her scars. Ya talked to everyone she knows. Ya spoke to m' family, m' friends, and m' work colleagues. Dunno what to say."

The investigator watches Harry’s movements, as he searches for some clue. He's done all the necessary checks – interviewing people who know her, scouring social media, bank accounts, credit cards, tracking her phone. Although, just as before, nothing about Harry suggests that he is lying or hiding a misdeed. “And there is no place you can think of where she might’ve ended up. Maybe the holiday she wanted to take?”

"No." Harry shakes his head and tugs at the corner of his bottom lip, looking up at the ceiling. “I admit, yes, she was unhappy when she left, and yes, her mood was out of character for her, but there is nowhere she would want to be without her kids."

"In relation to the trip she talked about, what do you think about it?”

A long breath escapes his lips as he looks at the ceiling. “Ya lit'rly just asked that. Ya talked to the people she was gonna go with. Ya called the hotel they were plannin’ on stayin’ at. So, with all due respect, that seems ridiculous."

“Does it?”

“Yeah, yeah it does. M’ wife is missin’ and to keep askin’ me questions ya already know the answers to is asinine.”

“We are just asking.”

Hands on hips, Harry turns to the detective. “Well, I’d ‘ppreciate ya goin’ ‘bout ya day and lookin’ fer her.”

As the detective stands, he gathers his papers, and gestures towards the door. "I think that's it for the time being, Mr. Styles. We are sorry you and your family have to go through such a delicate and challenging situation. Please be assured that we will do everything in our power to find Mrs. Styles.” He leads Harry to the door.

“Y/N. Her name is Y/N. She's much more than Mrs. Styles.” Harry opens the door and enters the hallway, The muted gray walls, the fluorescent lights, and the scuffed white floors make him feel uncomfortable somehow. He never expected hot pink walls and colored lights, but it's awful, like a hospital.

When he passes through the office his heart rate picks up a notch, and his chest tightens as he hears murmurs. Harry holds his head down to avoid additional unwanted attention. The officer takes Harry to the front door of the station. “Sir, we will find your wife. Would you like an escort to get you home?”

He shakes his head. "No." He places his sunglasses on his face. His half-dried hair tumbles over his forehead as he walks outside into the cloudy day, despite the sun trying to peek out from behind the clouds. He’s aware paps and fans are taking photos, but he continues to walk to his vehicle. The wind feels cool against his warm skin, as he looks at his phone to see if he has received a call. No missed calls. Sarah sent a text.

Sarah

How’s it going?

Harry

It’s not. Useless fucking wankers.

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Inside a large conference room in an empty office building friends and family have gathered. This is a location no one had heard of yet, so they were using the space as a kind of headquarters to gather people and information. It was advisable to keep the paps away from the actual investigation for as long as possible. They were out to exploit Y/N's disappearance. He's already given a press conference. He has nothing else to say right now.

Harry steps into the room. Several people wander around-friends, family, colleagues.

Nick Grimshaw is near the door when Harry enters. He grabs Harry as soon as he steps in. "So sorry Harry. Just wanted you to know I’m here. We’re talking about it everywhere. We’ll find her.”

Harry holds Nick tight. “I love her so much. Can’ be without her. Where is she?”

Tears fill Nick’s eyes. He shakes his head. “Dunno, mate. We all love her and you and the kids.” He releases his hold on Harry. “I also want you to know I won’t share anything about this location or anything the investigators tell me.”

Harry wipes the tears from his own face. “I know. Give me a minute, alright?”

“Of course,” Nick replies. He hugs Harry once more before he walks away.

There are people from his security team, a detective, as well as the private investigator he’s hired.

The room buzzes and hums with activity. Maps hang from the walls, empty paper cups of cold coffee are scattered around, and crumpled napkins litter the tables. There is a sweet scent in the air, maybe that of pastries or donuts. Harry is unable to identify it. And someone's vape emits a puff of smoke.

A few feet away Harry sees Joe Alwyn walking toward him. Once Joe is in front of Harry, he shakes his hand and pats his shoulder. “We both wanted to be here, but Taylor is back in the States. Jeff said it would be okay. I know we aren't close mates, but I wanted to help. Hope I am not out of place.”

“Course not. We can use all the familiar faces, and friends that want to help.”

“Look, anything Taylor or I can do for you just say the word. She mentioned it at the show last night.”

Harry gives a half-smirk. “So that’s an extra 12 million people who know.”

“Maybe a few less than 12 million.” Joe follows Harry’s lead with a small smile of his own. Joe turns to walk away. “I’ll let you get on with it, but I’ve got the day to help in whatever way you need.”

Harry nods. “Thanks. Thank you so much. It’s really kind of you to come. Tell Taylor thank you as well.”

“I will,” he replies, then walks away.

A short, bald detective approaches Harry. "I'm glad you're back. Do you mind if I ask a few questions?" he asks.

The man opens a pad of paper to reveal a fresh sheet of pale green, lined paper. “So, is there anyone you can think of anyone at all who might know where Mrs. Styles could be?” He looks up from the pad of paper, his gaze intense as he waits for an answer.

"Didn't I just answer this question with that Reeves fella at the station? And her name is Y/N. Stop calling her Mrs. Styles, and no, you dumbass, I don’t know of anyone else!” The roar that comes from Harry’s reddened face shakes the entire room. Harry throws his arms into the air and shouts, “Stop asking me that fuckin' question! All the resources that ya have at yer disposal, all the money that ya can spend, but ya continue to ask the same God damned questions.” His hands hit his hip. "Swear to God, I'll knock yer block off if ya' ask me that again."

“C’mon, let’s go over here, my man.” Pauli steps in with a firm but friendly request.

Harry pushes Pauli away. “Get ya hands off me.” Harry's tone of voice is stern. It’s clear that he means what he says.

Pauli steps away.

Harry turns to face the room and marches into the group of people. His voice booms through the space as he says, "Every one of ya's here tryin' to help ya don't know." He charges toward a trash bin and snatches up the dirty cups and napkins, tossing them into the trash can. “Why are you treatin’ this room like none of ya ever been indoors? Throwin’ yer napkins and cups all around.” He throws the bin across the room, and it crashes into the wall, its contents spilling onto the floor. His voice echoes across the room as he roars, "None of ya have any idea," Harry shouts. He stands in the middle as everyone slowly forms a circle around him. “None of ya’ know. Ya’ don’t know what she smells like fresh outta the shower, or the way her nose crinkles when she laughs at certain jokes. Ya’ don’t know what she looked like when she gave birth to my babies, the glow on her face. Ya’ don’t know. You think ya' know Y/N, but she’s mine!" Harry drops to his knees, his deep pink face floods with tears. “Mine!” He beats his fists on the floor and sobs, unable to stop himself.

As Jeff approaches Harry, Glenne quickly follows. He wraps his arms around Harry's neck and rests his head next to Harry's. "Let's get some air, man."

"Harry, we love you sweetheart," Glenne says in a hushed tone.

Jeff and Glenne guide Harry to stand. As he clutches the couple, he is shaky on his feet. The two escort him to the door with his arms around them. Harry takes a few tentative steps out of the room, knowing he's in safe hands.

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"Oh no dear I'm sure it's her. It's the lady in the papers," the old woman says.

The officer asks, "And when did she arrive?"

"Sunday. Early Sunday morning. I know because I left the key for her to let herself in while I was at church. I usually arrive back by 9AM, and she was here when I got back."

"Did she give you a name?"

"Yes, Laura Lash," she says.

"How did she pay you?"

As she stammers, the woman replies, "You see that's the odd thing. She contacted me and said she knew it was against Airbnb rules but could I trust her and let her pay cash and reserve the room privately offline. Said she was traveling to visit a sick relative, maybe her mother? I can't recall. Anyway, and that she had lost her credit and debit cards. She told me she just needed to decompress. The phrase "decompress" was repeated several times, so I remembered it."

"Right, ma'am. And is she still there?"

"Yes, and she has only been out of her room for the shower, and toilet, maybe the kitchen a few times. The day she arrived, she contacted the market up the street. She offered to pay extra if she could pay in cash, and the market delivered her food. Since some of it is missing from the fridge, I assume she ate it, but I haven't seen her much. I've heard her cry many times. I thought she might be upset about her mother, but I didn't pry, though I did make her a cup of tea this afternoon. She came to the door of the room, said thank you, took the tea and closed the door."

"Ma'am this might sound like a strange question, but have you noticed if she's pumping breast milk?"

"Oh no, dear I wouldn't know. As I said she's only been around me a few times, but I'm certain it's her. We've had a few brief chats, and I do mean brief, less than a minute or two each time. She always keeps her head down. She's very odd."

"And how did she arrive?"

"I'm not sure. She was here when I came back from church as I said, but I can tell you there's no car here."

"Ma'am thank you for the information. Can you give me your address?"

The woman provides her address. “Okay ma'am we are going to send an officer who will call you when they are a few minutes from you. We'll have them meet you somewhere so that if it is her, she won't be scared off."

"That's fine dear. I will be here waiting. But hurry because who knows when she might decide to just leave."

One hour later no one has arrived. As minutes pass, the woman gets more and more anxious, constantly looking at the door expecting someone to arrive. She checks her phone repeatedly in case she's somehow missed the call.

She decides to knock on the guest room door. There is no answer. She knocks again, still no answer. She announces her presence before she opens the door. Y/N appears to be asleep, but she calls her name. "Laura. Laura.” She does not wake up. She shakes her a bit while continuing to call her name. She decides to check for any signs of life, like a pulse in case Laura has fainted or has any medical condition. She also checks to see if there are any other signs of distress in the room, such something to indicate an accident. Less than a minute later she is on the line asking for an ambulance.

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Harry looks down at his youngest child and rubs her back. "I know it's beyond her bedtime, Mum, but I just want to hold her for a while," he says to Anne.

"It's OK," Anne replies with a tender smile. "It's moments like these that you need right now."

Harry knows that these moments are fleeting, and that his daughter will grow up before he knows it. He wants to make sure he cherishes every moment he can with her while she's still so young and innocent.

"Harry, you know how they are. One day they're ill, the next they're playing like nothing's happened. She'll be alright. Wasn't as fussy today. It's Archer and Poppy you need to worry about."

As he closes his eyes and nods, he says, "I get it, but I'm not sure how else to explain it to them without scaring them." Y/N has been gone for days now. He knows she's out there somewhere, but he has no way to know if she's okay. He worries about his children, who don't understand what's going on. He's overwhelmed by the responsibility of protecting his family, and knows he has to find the right words to ensure they feel safe and loved.

Anne reaches out for Lola. "Oh, let me take her dear." Harry hesitates to give the baby over. "They don't know why the police keep coming and going," Anne says. Anne pulls the baby close to her, and sways. “I think you should call your therapist. She’ll know how to talk to them, and you need someone to talk to also. No matter what the outcome Harry, even if she walks in the door tonight, your family will need someone, a professional."

He sighs. "I know, guess I just thought I'd figure it out."

"It's OK if you don't have all the answers," she says. Anne touches his shoulder. "You're a wonderful man, but you can't do this alone."

  ####

"Thanks, we'll be there as soon as we can." Investigator Reeves disconnects the call. Determined to resolve this issue quickly, he calls his partner, John. He needs to get to Y/N as soon as possible. He knows the longer it takes, the more complicated the situation will become.

"John, think we found Y/N Styles. Care for a trip to Old Holland?" Reeves asks.

"Scotland?"

"Yep."

"How the fuck did she wind up in Scotland? She must have had a good reason for going there, but what could it have been?" John asks.

"Don't know, guess we'll find out."

"It must have been something really important for her to make that journey, and to put so many people under this kind of stress."

"Alright, meet you at the station."

Before they leave the station the men agree not to contact Harry or the family. They must know it's Y/N and they must know what happened before they speak to anyone. They can't rule anything out until they learn more.

[russellsppttemplates]

I think y/ns dad would treat mick as if it was his own child, absolutely defending him at all costs, like imagine him defending mick against guenther??? im living for it

Tw: haas

"We can sit here, the race is about to start", you nudged your parents to sit in the garage's sofas, looking out to the pit as you looked for your boyfriend's car on the screens. It had been tough the last couple of days, Mick having found out that Haas wasn't certain if they were keeping him for the upcoming season, and this weekend, with all the changes they had made to the car, the progress was not going the way they expected, which left a weird environment around.

Mick had been driving as best as he could with what he had, and when he was called back to change his tyres, your mother was the first to comment on it, "is that a good idea? Everyone else seems to be going the opposite way", while your father nodded his head, "I don't know, these cars all behave differently, you can't even compare them", you mumbled.

Some issue in the car in front of Mick's and some debris from a previous crash managed to get into the car, compromising its performance as your boyfriend sent another weekend without points, looking defeated as he exited the car, taking off his helmet and balaclava as he spoke to Gary, "I'm sorry we couldn't do more for you, Mick", he apologised as the driver was about to reply to him, the team principal barged in, "we really can't keep having this weekend in weekend out, we have to score points!", Steiner said, and while some employees just left him to his devices, Mick actually tried to have a conversation with him until some offensive accusations started being thrown in your boyfriend's way, making you step a little closer to him, "I feel like this is not helping, so maybe another day? He has media duties now", you tried as the older man looked at you, "and do you think I care? God knows how bad this has been! No one fucking delivers, a-", Steiner raised his voice at you, making everyone look at you.

"Whatever it is you're dealing with, deal with it. But don't take it on my daughter, or much less on Mick. Let alone everyone else here. They're trying to do the best job they can. It's not their fault the car doesn't go as fast as you want. And, please, start treating people properly. Mick is an excellent driver and you're failing to support him and help him develop, and in all honesty, not having him here next year will be the best thing for him, because I'm sure you're not going to be any better, but he will", your father defended, the calm yet assertive way he spoke with surprising the team principal as you all turned your back, Mick heading to change for his duties.

As soon as he was done with interviews, he caught up with your father while you had gone to the bathroom with your mother, "Thank you for defending me. I don't want to seem rude, or something else that I am not, but these environments are really hard, and he's not the best person when it comes to... people I guess...?", Mick said as your father chuckled, "Mick, you don't deserve to be treated like this. You're talented and you will do it one day. Maybe it will take time, buy you'll get there, I know you will", your father said as he hugged hour boyfriend, just in time as you got back, "having a hug? Without me?", you teased them before coming to hug both men before moving to just cuddle Mick, "but he's right, I know you'll get there one day, my love".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#mick schumacher blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb

[kookie-doughs]

Happy Meal

Hawks / Keigo Takami X Reader

-As a young mother YN didn't know what to do when the number 2 hero had taken the last happy meal that her son so desperately want.

Chapter 18: Still A Child

That night Hawks managed to calm the child and explain his new found quirk. He was extremely scared of it. Tsunagu had made him the gloves as soon as he saw what the child had done.

He broke... or desintegrated might be a better word... Ronald Mcdonald.

After Sato calmed and got reassurance, he slept and was taken home. Endeavour came with what you can only assume his entire agency or maybe city with the number of people, all of which signed up for the fight.

Hawks grabbed Toshinori and Enji and pulled them away from the crowd.

"Sato surfaced another quirk." The two looked at each other... "Its the worst one..."

"What do you mean?" Toshinori asked.

"Shigaraki's..."

Hawks nodded.

"You mean the crumbling one?!" Toshinori coughed blood.

"He disintegrated McDonald's. "

"What was the other quirks he's surfaced?"

"Flight or levitation I'm not sure, his mother's quirk which is a booming voice. He can also force someone to use their quirk... he did it with his mom, and now disintegration..."

Toshinori flinched, "Force quirk activation... that's All for One's quirk..."

Hawks froze.

"YN said, AFO was picking between her and Shigaraki to carry the quirk. He's been dosing them both with his quirk. Maybe that's why Sato..."

"The child might have All For One..."

"I don't know what all for one is." Toshinori and Hawks proceeded to explain to Enji what was very important about that.

"Bring him with us." Enji nods.

"Are you crazy?! No! He's like not even 10 years old i dont care what explanation you were gonna make thats just stupid! He can be stronger than all 3 of us at once but he's still a child."

The three continued to talk about a plan. Up till night and then they separated because tomorrow is the day when it will all end.

Tomorrow is the day you're coming back.

He got Sato who slept peacefully and went back to his home for sleep. He held the boy closer to him and kissed his head.

"After all these. I'm going to protect you and make sure nothing happens. To the both you and your mom."

He was settling down when a knock echoed. "Bird-boy come here its important."

Slowly scooting away from the kid, careful not to wake him up. He goes out of the room to see Rumi and Enji.

"What's up?"

"HPSC," Enji states.

"They made an interview. News spread quick."

"Fuck... So they made public about Y/N and Sato?"

Rumi nodded. "They're not going to have a normal life here anymore..."

"Hawks, the good news is so far no one had contact me backing out from the plan."

"I dont care. I'm going there tomorrow no matter what." He pulls out his phone to scroll through the media. "I'm just... worried for Sato and Y/N..."

Enji pats Hawks back, "get some rest. We came here only to let you know. Tomorrow you need all your energy."

Hawks nodded at the two who exits the home. Upon being left alone he crumbles. Biting his lip, deep breaths through his nose.

"Tomorrow it'll be over."

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[backjustforberena]

Do you have any opinions on Rhaenys’s mannerisms throughout the show? (Checking her nails, smirking in the background?)

Oooh, okay, this is a good one. I'd love it if you gave me some specific examples because the ones you have chosen are the ones that the fandom at large (love or loathe Rhaenys) has latched onto. I think that's partially because Rhaenys is pretty statuesque, pretty hard to read. She doesn't gesticulate or snap or have any particular habits or ticks that other characters do. That makes her difficult to contest with, in comparison to the other more volatile characters. And so we put a lot of importance on the bigger movements which we believe to be more easily defined as a character trait.

You've picked a great one as an example of this: the nail-checking. Correct me if I'm wrong (honestly, please do) but Rhaenys does this once in the show. It's amazing, adorable, and in her first two minutes of screen time but we never actually see it again. But the fandom latches onto it because of those things. Myself included. For me, it's a very keen insight into her feelings surrounding the tourney, her feelings about court and about her life as it is at the point in time that we meet her in the series.

She's at a tourney, celebrating her cousin's heir about to be born. She isn't wowed or excited by the bloodshed, as the young girls are. She's not swooning at knights or even really gossiping, other than to tell her husband how distasteful it all is and how predictable. She's not entertained particularly, not like Viserys, or Beesbury making bets behind them. She's more on a level with Corlys; they have their back-and-forth and it introduces their dynamic - the honesty between them and their positions as outsiders. Honestly, she's drinking wine and getting through it. She's got bugger-all else to do. No agenda. No pandering. No goal. I think there was an interview with Eve where she said that, at the start of the series, when we meet her, Rhaenys is probably a little bit bored and a little bit frustrated because she's roleless in court but no less visible. That comes across here. All that is required of her is to sit.

And the smiling. Lordy did her smiles get vilified or overblown and exaggerated in some people's commentary. At least in my mind. Please feel free to disagree. Again, I don't know which example you are thinking of specifically as she smiles in the background of a few scenes. They're usually for vastly different reasons as well; sometimes they are false and sometimes they are true but most of the time they are tiny.

I can hazard a guess though and say you are talking about the look that Rhaenys gives Rhaenyra and Daemon as she exits the Painted Table room, before Rhaenyra and Daemon have their little showdown? That seems to be the one that people have a bit of a hard time with in addition to the way Rhaenys acts in general during that episode, in regards to Rhaenyra (not bowing, not wishing to remain, not declaring herself as soon as she arrives on Dragonstone, the way she delivers Viserys's death etc etc).

Rhaenys's job, and the groundwork of her relationship with Rhaenyra, has always been to watch. Rhaenys probably knows by this point that she's staying on Dragonstone. She knows her grandkids are going nowhere and by that scene, we've had Otto come and declare his terms.

I think that smirk is a comment on Rhaenyra and Daemon's dynamic. In the first Painted Table scene, when Rhaenyra is first crowned, Rhaenyra is unsure and unsteady and a bit overwhelmed. Daemon takes charge. He has plans he has already been executing. Daemon doesn't really listen to Rhaenyra and commits their dragons to war (including Rhaenys's) if needs be. He's done things that Rhaenyra doesn't like, but ultimately she doesn't fight it or assert herself. Whereas Rhaenys, when faced with that behaviour from Daemon ("To declare for his Queen") tactfully tells him to simmer the f*** down and stop counting his chickens before they hatch.

But now Rhaenys is seeing Rhaenyra actually consider peace terms and, when Daemon oversteps, Rhaenyra takes charge and asks everyone to clear out. Rhaenys is proud. Rhaenys is seeing that maybe, just maybe, she has what it takes. Considering that the most Rhaenys has known of Rhaenyra is her mainly relying on her father to get her out of scrapes and not really having that much political instinct as well as not listening to good advice when it's given, it's a bit of a change. There's little in "Lord of the Tides", for example, that would give Rhaenys confidence in Rhaenyra's ruling ability.

Would she have liked to have stayed and watched? Yes. Who wouldn't? But that shot is a reminder that whilst they've all been plotting and planning and declaring, Rhaenys has been watching and waiting and looking for a Queen.

Thank you for sending this ask in x

#rhaenys targaryen #house of the dragon #bad meta #<- tag is ironic from long ago

[nellie-elizabeth]

What We Do in the Shadows: A Weekend at Morrigan Manor/Exit Interview (5x09/10)

Oh boy. Lots to discuss.

Cons:

The biggest con I have here is... well, if Guillermo was going to be made back into a human at the end of the season, I wish we'd gotten to see more of vampire Guillermo. I actually don't mind narratively this turn where he goes back to being human, but why couldn't we see a whole season of him getting to be a bat and go flying and do all the other vampire things, in full-swing? That way the fact that he's not ready would hit a little harder: he can't bring himself to drink human blood, which is the only way he can continue to be a vampire, even though he's experienced all the perks. I just think that would have been a more fun way to play it. Instead, we spent a whole season waiting and waiting to finally actually see vampire Guillermo, and we... never fully got that at all. He did look good with those fangs, though.

Pros:

The Morrigan Manor stuff was so charming and fresh and different. I truly had no idea where this episode was going to go, from the invitation, to the amazing fencing choreography with Lazlo and his large group of combatants... I even thought the Guide's role in the story added something fun.

All season I've been complaining that they haven't done enough with the whole vibe of her being an outsider, but in this episode, when she finally takes matters into her own hands, I did feel the weight of her relative insignificance all season, finally coming to bear. I realized pretty soon she had to be behind all the disappearances, but it was still fun to see it play out. And I like how she acts as a contrast to Guillermo, who now feels included in the group in various ways. One good moment is at the beginning, when the recording says "six of you" and they're confused about the number six, because they were forgetting to count the Guide. Which means they think of their family as being five people, and that includes Guillermo. So sweet!

And the moment of truth... everyone else trying to distract Nandor form realizing the big secret... Nadja: "I like this cage." That was so funny. The reason that a ridiculous show like this works is that when they want to play up something other than the laughs, they don't shy away from that. All season we've been told that once Nandor learned the truth about Guillermo, he'd kill him and then himself. And then he finds out, conveniently locked in a silver cage, and what does he say? That he's going to kill Guillermo. It's not funny, his rage is played 100% earnestly.

It's also cut up really humorously with Nandor instantly figuring out why Guillermo is only a half-baked vampire. His slayer blood from his Van Helsing family is interfering with his transformation. Everybody else is just like "ohhhhh" but I think this is such a great detail to include, that Nandor actually pays attention and knows enough about Guillermo, has given all of this enough thought, that he instantly knows what's going on.

Lazlo remembering the right tape to play to get the Guide to forgive them was also really funny. I knew instantly there would be a punchline where they undercut their kindness towards her right after Lazlo has the tape cut off, and I like that the Guide doesn't see the mid-credit bit like we do, where it turns out they're trying to get Colin to fall in love with the Guide so they become a couple and move out and leave the rest of them alone. Lazlo continues to get my season MVP award, for being clever enough to manipulate the Guide!

The second episode is full of so much great Guillermo goodness, I don't even know where to start. I think the big thesis of this season is that Guillermo is family with the other vampires in the house. He already achieved that closeness, and in fact it was sort of in spite of becoming a vampire, not because of it. We see it in the way that Nadja, Colin, and Lazlo all sneak off to say goodbye to Guillermo, as they believe he'll be dead soon at the hands of Nandor. The episode with the Guide reminded us that these vampires are never necessarily going to be open about their feelings; they'll care about each other on their own terms, and it doesn't mean they don't treasure those relationships. Guillermo has learned that now, and that being a vampire, something he still greatly wants, isn't the only way to connect with his chosen family.

I love that Nandor just straight-up murders Patton Oswalt, like, he's dead within the What We Do in the Shadows universe now and it's so fucking funny. Especially the fact that he gives good advice, Nandor kills him in punishment, and then is like "he has a good point, though..."

And again with this show knowing when to play something dead sincere, I love how Nandor's grief and anger is over-exaggerated but one hundred percent earnest, too. He says that he can't imagine anything more painful than having to kill his friend. And then he makes a promise to Guillermo, holding a stake to his own throat, in his original language of Persian, that he will spare his life. It was... well, it was charged, to say the least.

Also played entirely sincere was Guillermo's grief and discomfort over the thought of killing people. It's rendered comedic by the fact that he's killed so many vampires, and lured so many innocent humans to their deaths, but it makes sense that the actual drinking of innocent human blood would feel different to him. Nandor knows him well enough to understand that this isn't what Guillermo really wants.

There's something so narratively satisfying and also funny about Nandor being the one in the dark all season, having no idea what's going on, and then once he's in the know, he has sole custody of the only damn brain cell in the whole group. He figures out how to forgive Guillermo, he figures out what his friend really needs, and even guides him into discovering that for himself.

Even Derek gets a happy ending, hopefully to make friends with his new zombie brethren, where he might fit in the way he never did among vampires!

I've seen a lot of people online disappointed with this finale, calling it an anti-climax and a letdown that Guillermo and Nandor didn't kiss on the mouth or whatever. On some level I do understand that disappointment, in the sense that I wish we'd gotten to have more fun shenanigans with vampire!Guillermo while we had him, instead of this half-assed version of it all season. But at the same time, that's the nature of this kind of comedy show. If you divert from the status quo, the show kind of... ends. And we've seen such huge development this year for Guillermo, in the way he is now given the kind of respect from his chosen family that he's long pined for.

And that's that for season five! I really deeply love this show, all the crazy shenanigans of this bizarre cast of characters. I'm ready for season six whenever they have it prepared for us!

9/10

#review #wwdits #wwdits review #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows review

[mr2swap]

HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?

-HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME? YOU'RE A FUCKING SICK MY LIFE IS RUINED!- I couldn't contain my anger after finding out what my PE teacher did to my mom last night and worst of all he did it to my body.-

In front of me was Mr. Jones My high school PE teacher, it was weird having to yell at my body like that after all he and I swapped bodies for the power of a magic stone he used as a paperweight on his desk. -I… I'm sorry Kevin, it's just that now I have all these hormones and I'm so horny all the time that I just couldn't control myself, besides, your mother wants it..-

-DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER! AFTER YOU FUCKED UP!, NOW GET OUT AND I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! - Mr. Jones stood up and without looking me in the eye walked towards the exit in silence and closed the door behind him.

After he got out I felt so much relieved, it was so hard having to pretend that I cared that what Mr. Jones had done with my "mom" she's not even my real mother she's just the girl my father was with. It's been out for years, damn they're not even married, I opened Mr. Jones's desk drawer and there were still all the pieces of the stone that I accidentally broke when I was playing with it.

I have to admit at first I thought it sucked having to become a middle-aged man but Mr. Jones's life is great! Breaking that strange stone into hundreds of pieces was the best thing I could do in my entire life. From Mr. Jones's perspective I can see that I was destined for failure, I used to live in a trailer with my father and two older brothers who were failures, but now I have my room, fuck now I can walk around the house completely naked without anyone tell me not a damn or bother me.

 I have my own house my fucking car I even have the admiration of all my former teammates and the whole school adores me. Sure, teacher pay sucks, but when I tried to figure out how Mr. Jones had his sports car, a huge house, and a collection of shoes and clothes that cost more than my old house, I discovered his little secret.

Who would have guessed that the well-respected PE teacher leads a double life as a Striper at the strip club across town? well, I guess it makes sense I'm really handsome now and all these women want me. it's a little awkward for me to have all these middle-aged women touching my butt and slipping bills into my underwear.

I'm thinking of applying to another nightclub, I heard on the internet that they are doing interviews in the downtown gay club and the pay is much better.

Another advantage of not being the pathetic teenager I was a few weeks ago is that I don't have to worry about coming out, damn I'm a real middle-aged man and nobody has the right to tell me what to do with my fucking life.

Mr. Jones can have my old life with my pimply face and the beating my father will give him for fucking his girl because I'm not going back to my old life, for now, I've put the pieces of the stone together and I'm I can almost certainly switch our bodies back if I put the pieces together, but Mr. Jones doesn't have to know about that now.  

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#bodyswap #body swap #male body swap #body switch

[atthegeniusfactory]

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wonwoo briefs him one more time about the interview, reminding him that he has to finish on time so they could catch his flight to los angeles at night. he reads the script for him again as he sat at the back of the car sipping his coffee. 

today marks the sixth year anniversary of writer lee jihoon. today he will also reveal the end of his series because tomorrow, jihoon hopes he could finally write something else.

"ji, are you really sure about this? the questions, you sure you will answer all of them?" wonwoo asked him one last time when he gets his make-up done. 

"you look more nervous than i am." jihoon tried to sound like he isn’t on the verge of running away but the faint tone of uncertainty could not escape wonwoo's ear. 

"you know i'm proud of you, yeah? not just as your manager but as your best friend first too." jihoon understands and he could only smile at him. a genuine one because he, too, is actually proud of himself. finally. 

the interview goes on as written on the script. seungcheol is one of the journalists he became closed with throughout his career. jihoon trusts him enough to write only what is necessary and true. the set feels more comfortable than he expected and he was glad. jihoon smiles when he was asked about his fans and their reactions on his novels. it was also his cue that the more awaited questions will follow soon. 

"and you know you're fans have been intrigued about you and your writing process. many have been asking about the famous lee jihoon's love story that allows him to be able to write relatable characters with heart warming stories. today we will finally hear you answering these questions. i feel so grateful to be the one asking and hearing it first!" jihoon smiles through it all as seungcheol exclaimed looking at him then back at the camera teasing their future viewers. he discreetly takes a deep breath and when he does, his anxious eyes met his best friend’s encouraging ones. it's time. 

"and of course i'll go straight with the most asked question, what is lee jihoon's love story?" 

✳︎✳︎✳︎✳︎✳︎

it happened when he was twenty one and in a club. he was the youngest of the group and the last to officially turn as a legal adult. his college friends, if he can call them that, back then was so firm on making him celebrate his legality “the true man's way,” drinking liquors and smoking cigarettes that are not bought with a fake id. 

they were so adamant on having jihoon break his rules—no drinking alcohols, no smoking, no piercings and tattoos. jihoon had found excuses before when he was invited to sneak inside bars or take five minute cigarette breaks in between classes at the back of their building. 

call it peer pressure. he can't leave the group because then he would be alone. he thought it was easier to pretend to fit in and be part of something than be alone and have everyone look pity on you. jihoon convinces himself that they were actually fun to be with for the most part. they're good people, he tells himself even after he found out that there's a group chat of everyone except for him. 

and just so they could stop bothering him, he agreed to go to a club in hongdae. tells himself this is the last time he will see them anyway. they are graduating in two months and they would definitely cut ties with him after. 

not even forty minutes after they entered, jihoon finds himself searching for the exit. he was able to dodge all the drinks passed to him. he was tempted at one point because he paid for half of it but then lets it go. he was introduced to different people, mostly girls who act like they have known him since forever, praising him for his studies and more for his muscles. jihoon started working out and lifting weights last month and he thinks he's making progress if not for the girls trying to touch him up everywhere. 

he saw the red exit sign and was almost relieved to be finally out of that clammy place but only to be greeted by the smell of burnt fog and cigarette butts on the ground. jihoon quickly scrunched his nose and waved his hand to dismiss the smoke coming his way. 

"wrong exit, buddy.” jihoon turned to the only person standing there with him. 

he watched as the blonde man takes one last hit of his smoke before turning around to let it out. jihoon raised his brow at that but thanked him in his mind. he stood there with no idea of what else to do aside from having to watch the other threw his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it. 

he eyed the blonde man who is certainly taller than him given the fact that jihoon is below average of what society perceives as a standard for a man's height. it was dimly lit in the area except for one blinking light bulb above the exit door. he tried to move himself a little to the left so he could see the man's face more. 

it was the first time, ever, that night that jihoon thinks he sees a man so beautiful that no other girl inside that stuffy room could compare. 

the man moves around to take a lollipop out of the front of pocket of his plaid shirt and a faint light shined on his face. jihoon noticed his eyes, small and slanting slightly upward on a perfect angle that if he smiled, jihoon swears it would look like a clock at exactly 10:10. 

when the stranger in front of him took the lollipop to his lips, jihoon almost wanted to snatch some air. his thin lips looked a little pouting, quite inviting if jihoon tried to spend more time staring at it. his jaws could definitely cut paper but his cheeks. when the man popped the lollipop on one side, jihoon could almost feel how soft and squishy his cheeks were. 

he was taken aback when someone opened the door and he was almost hit by it. two men stood behind him and started lighting their cigarettes. jihoon looked lost, literally because he doesn't know the place.

the first mistake he did that night was to agree to his friends in coming along. second was looking up at the blonde man in front of him at that moment and following him out in the streets. 

opposite of what he expected to happen, which was similar to a scene picked straight out of a thriller movie, the blonde man seemed decent enough. they walked together with a good distance between them. he also offered a vanilla flavored lollipop to which jihoon gladly accepted. the blonde man only asked him if he was okay when they were two blocks away from the club and to a much quieter street. jihoon only nodded and no one dared to talk the entire time after.

honestly, jihoon has no idea why he kept following the man and why the other does not look bothered at all. he wanted to break the ice first, maybe introduce himself or ask for his name so he could stop calling him blonde man in his head and thank him properly. but he’s not good at meeting new people and there’s a lollipop stuck in his mouth.

they stopped at a convenience store not long after and before jihoon could take the candy off his mouth and talk, the blonde man has already turned his back walking on the same street they just went to. 

jihoon thought it was his third mistake that night, not getting his name or his number.

life continued for jihoon and he eventually forgot about the blonde man. he graduated, spent a month back in busan to be with his mom, got his first job as a production assistant and then moved back permanently to seoul.

jihoon was able to build a new routine. he wakes up at 6, leaves his apartment at 7, and reach their office at 7:45. sometimes he eats lunch with jeonghan and wonwoo, his workmates who he found himself genuinely liking. most days he eats alone on the way to sets or shoots. he comes home at 9, sleeps at 11, and the cycle continues.

he could tell how much different his life is now just because he is surrounded with people who doesn’t force him to open up and do things he doesn’t like to. jihoon learned not to care about what people thinks of him. somehow. he just really wants to live freely. 

some nights jeonghan would invite him for a drink with his other friends and jihoon learned how to say no. jeonghan did not ask more when he said he doesn’t drink, but he would still always invite him nonetheless.

jihoon found himself tagging along with wonwoo a lot more specially on saturdays. one time during lunch, wonwoo asked him if he likes to play computer games and he said yes. next thing he knew, he is sitting in a pc bang fighting with wonwoo because he lost in a match. it was the first time he learned about wonwoo and met mingyu, wonwoo’s boyfriend. 

jihoon was assigned to a new project and was lucky to be working with wonwoo and jeonghan. it was for a tv campaign promoting korea’s music and dance. they had to travel and shoot at five different sites for this project and he’s just relieved that he has wonwoo and jeonghan beside him to share the struggles. 

the last site for the shoot was in busan. everyone were busy and dreading for it to end already. the project was really good, from the concept, the message, the locations, the sets, and even the hired singers and dancers. if jihoon was asked, he would say it’s one of his favorite yet.

especially when he locked eyes with the man who just came in. jihoon might have forgotten about the existence of the blonde man but definitely not those eyes.

and he was not blonde anymore. he has his hair dyed in jet black, cut short with the sides fading. oh, and he has an eyebrow slit. jihoon stood there frozen and he saw as the realization hits the other man as well. his small eyes and thin lips both opening wider. if not for wonwoo who nudged jihoon’s side, he would have stayed there for hours. what’s there to be surprised about seeing the not-blonde man again? it was not like they shared something from the past.

the shoot went perfectly well just like the other times. jihoon learned that the man’s name is soonyoung and is a professional dancer based in pohang. he is the leader of the group moonwalkers who were invited for today’s shoot. jihoon noticed also how wonwoo and soonyoung seemed close to each other. he saw them talking and laughing lightly around each other. jihoon might have passed it off knowing that wonwoo handled contacting the artists, but wonwoo have not acted like this before with other clients. 

“didn’t know you’re close with them?” jihoon whispered beside wonwoo. they are standing behind the monitor watching soonyoung take his individual shots. 

"i'm friends with him. we were on the same circle in high school." wonwoo answered. then he looked at the shorter guy beside him who has his eyes glued to the monitor. if wonwoo raised a brow with a plotting smile on his face, jihoon would not have known. 

everyone bowed and clapped after the director shouted "it's a wrap!" sighs of relief and joy can be heard and they were all absolutely happy to be packing up. jihoon was busy talking with other heads and assistants, double checking if they completed all their shots and inserts. when they were done, wonwoo was quick to pull him on the side where a certain black haired man was standing anxiously. 

before jihoon could protest and understand what's happening, he was already standing in front of him. if he could just glare at wonwoo and smack him in the head right now, he would. 

"soons, this is jihoon. jihoon, soonyoung. there! i have done my job. you can now ask the other things to each other. don't act like kids please i know you are each other's type if not for the questions earlier. bye!" wonwoo had the audacity to laugh and push the two closer to each other before walking away. jihoon turned and wanted to protest at wonwoo but soonyoung called him. 

"jihoon." like there was a magic bound with his name. the way soonyoung said it, blanketed with warmth, tenderness and fondness. soft against the deepness of his voice. jihoon inhaled sharply before facing him. 

just like that night four years ago,  jihoon thinks (no, he knows) that he has never seen someone so beautiful and breathtaking like the man standing in front of him. 

"soonyoung."

jihoon knew better to get soonyoung's number before they separated ways that day. soonyoung beats him to it though. they stayed in contact, exchanging messages and greetings every day. from good morning! good luck with ur job today hope u dont get into a fight with one of ur bosses to good night rest well and relax your body i know you did so well today teaching the kids.

sometimes the two would meet if soonyoung travels to seoul for a few days of dance workshop or when jihoon was assigned near wherever soonyoung is dancing or teaching. the two learned a lot about the other. how jihoon can't eat (live) without coke on his side and how he wanted to pursue music at first. how soonyoung is quite (not) obsessed with tigers and started living independently at a young age to purse dance. the two talk endlessly, never not having stories to converse about. they talk but never about that first night. 

jihoon dragged himself out of their building. he is not one to initiate skinship unless he feels extremely drained and out of it. tonight was one of those night. clinging and leaning his head next to wonwoo who was indulging him of his antics and holding hands with jeonghan who finds everything annoyingly sweet. it was not all the time that jihoon gets to be like this with them or anyone else. 

"heads up." wonwoo shrugged his shoulder causing jihoon's head to bounce and earning a deathly glare from the smaller. still sporting an annoyed look on his face, jihoon looked to where wonwoo was pointing. 

there he saw soonyoung waving at him while leaning on his car. he saw how his smiles turned from a small, shy and gentle one to a big excited one, so big it takes up his whole face and made his eyes disappear. jihoon found it endearing. calming. heartwarming. jihoon felt free from all the heaviness weighing him down. 

jihoon thought he might have found a resting place in soonyoung's gentle and genuine smiles. 

it was a real surprise for soonyoung to be in seoul, standing in front of jihoon that night. they did not talk about meeting up this week or the next because soonyoung was busy for an upcoming competition and jihoon with a new project. 

but soonyoung drove to seoul tonight. not for the reason that he has a workshop to attend to, but because he simply wanted to see jihoon. 

they ordered chinese takeouts and drove near han river. from their frequent meet ups during the past months, they found a not-so-hidden area near the river. it was away from the usual spots people sit at to enjoy seoul at night, but not too quiet for it to feel shady and unsafe. 

they ate, talked, sometimes pausing and spending quiet moments to listen to the faint music from someone busking near them. 

"why are you here tonight?" jihoon have been itching to ask since he walked up to soonyoung earlier in front of their building. 

soonyoung did not hesitate to answer him truthfully, “i missed you.”

the music fade out and stopped and the people running and cycling in front of them paused midway, and all that jihoon could see in that moment was how happy and animated soonyoung looked while munching on a big piece of mandu (he tried to eat it in one go making his cheeks puff). all jihoon could see was how bright and light life has been since meeting the other: how there was a reason to wake up each morning because there would always be a good morning message waiting to be read, how there would be chats or voice messages in the middle of the day reminding him to breathe, eat, relax, and enjoy work, and how there would always be a “job well done today! good night, ji!” to end the day.

jihoon wanted to tell the same three words but he couldn’t, as if those words were leashed to his core. what was so wrong in telling a friend that you missed him? 

“i like you.”

those three words made the world around jihoon deafening and suffocating. suddenly the music was playing louder like the bass was placed right next to his ear and every booming goes straight into his heart and people were running frantically, distraught with thousands of thoughts going in on their minds, and jihoon was looking at the fifteen year old version of himself.

when he first had to entertain the idea of admiring another man. when he witnessed how the entire school mocked a boy for confessing to another upperman. when his cousins would tease him for his small figure and pale skin. when he tried to tell his mom about this one boy and he ended up going to a church camp for a week. when he tried his best to hide the blush on his cheeks everytime joshua, his senior, would invite him for a basketball game after class. and when he ran away fast from the gym when joshua said the same three words. 

back then, jihoon feared the consequences of confessing to another man. the look of disgust from other people, the possibility of his mother sending him back to camp, the never-ending teasing and mocking, and having to go through school without any friends.

and now, jihoon still fears it. he knows better but he still can’t overcome his fears.

so he kept dismissing soonyoung and his antics, kept rejecting the admiration the other was showing, kept saying no. it goes on for five years because soonyoung said he can wait and he will.

but soonyoung got tired too, and left. there was nothing big and dramatic with how he said goodbye. jihoon knew that eventually the other will get tired of him, of waiting. somehow, he expected it to come.

soonyoung showed up in front of his apartment unexpectedly. he knew he was in seoul for a few days to attend a dance workshop and today was his last day. they had agreed they could not meet up because of their schedules and would just plan for another trip. 

so jihoon was surprised when he heard his doorbell in the middle of the night. he was confused when he saw soonyoung from the camera monitor. he definitely knew the passcode to jihoon’s apartment and would sometimes even invite himself in so why was he ringing his doorbell this time. jihoon stood uncomfortably when he opened the door for him and was not welcomed by a big yet gentle crushing hug from a smiling soonyoung. and he already knew how the night would end. 

that it would end up with soonyoung driving back again for two hours to reach pohang and he would never have another reason again to go to seoul aside from attending workshops. that there would be no good morning message tomorrow when he wakes up and the days after. that there would be no more spontaneous trips outside seoul. no more visiting different cities where the other would be, teaching kids how to bend their bodies properly and how to dance gracefully. no more soonyoung appearing randomly in front of his office or in his kitchen cooking his favorite meal. just no more soonyoung in his life after this night.

when soonyoung got no response from him after their talk, he stood up and left. jihoon wanted to run after him, grab his arm, hug him tight. he wanted to say “don’t.” wanted to beg if he could wait just a little more. but jihoon can’t do that to him anymore, can’t add more pain to soonyoung’s already breaking heart. so he remained on his couch, watched the taller man wear his shoes and walk out the door. not once looking back at him.

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"so when did you realize you were actually in love with him?" seungcheol asked. 

"when he walked out my door and never came back."

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jihoon was supposed to stay for a few months and take a break at los angeles, but he ended up staying permanently. it was a big decision he made three months into his break. he found the new city and the new life refreshing, like he actually had a restart in life. in this new city, he explored, questioned, and accepted his true self. he met people who shared the same stories and allowed him to come out peacefully. the new city embraced him warmly and it was enough to make him stay. 

wonwoo moved to los angeles as well, together with mingyu. it was hard working with jihoon through video calls and emails alone. fortunately, mingyu got a contract with an agency based in los angeles and so they decided right away to fly to the other side of the world. they also bought an apartment on the same building as jihoon’s with wonwoo reasoning that he missed his best friend and his cooking a lot. 

jihoon held a book signing event for the celebration of his first book after his hiatus. he was surprised and thankful that a lot of people still came to support him despite being away for five years.

he gleefully greeted everyone, spending a good few minutes talking with each one and signing their books. he remembered a few from years back and bowed at them thankfully for waiting for him and for traveling to los angeles just to see him. 

“thank you. enjoy the reading.” jihoon bowed and smiled at the fan. 

he turned to wonwoo on his side to ask for the time left but wonwoo was looking at something with a shocked looked on his face. jihoon immediately turned to where he was staring but was greeted by a man—blonde, a good few inches taller than him, and wearing a pink plaid shirt. 

jihoon wanted to punch the universe for bringing him back to the same sight he had fourteen years ago. the difference was just now, soonyoung was standing next to someone jihoon was quite familiar with.

“hi! it’s been a while, ji!” 

jihoon took a quick deep breath before smiling and greeting jun properly, “glad you’re here still, jun.” 

soonyoung looked surprised, looking between jihoon and jun. “you know him?” soonyoung said directed to jihoon.

“jun is quite a special reader. i don’t think i’ll forget him.” jihoon answered as he opens the book jun placed in front of him.

“babe i told you! i’m not delusional!” 

the pen jihoon was holding floats in the air for some seconds before he continued writing. jun was telling him how we waited patiently and knew he would come back eventually. jun told him how he finally met his own first love and how he was lucky to marry him. jihoon took a quick glance on both their hands and understood. 

jihoon congratulated them, thanked jun again for being a loving fan, and smiled at them genuinely. soonyoung didn’t say anything after and just waited patiently at the side for his lover. 

soonyoung smiled at him warmly before leaving the line and jihoon knew. it was the end of his chapter in soonyoung’s life. the closure he needed to finally be able to move forward and let go of his regrets, what ifs, and what could have beens.

when he came home that night, he opened a document that was sitting untouched for five years now. finally, jihoon can end this story. 

untitled

the end. 

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been writing this for a long time now and i really want to write it beautifully. wanted to add a lot about jihoon discovering himself and dealing with his sexuality but i feel like i wont give it much justice and i wouldnt be able to write it ... good ?? hahaha i still have a lot to learn when writing and conveying messages especially with a topic this heavy.

would love to hear your thoughts or feedback on this one :)

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#soonhoon #alternate universe #kwon soonyoung #lee jihoon #hoshi #woozi

[idontlikeem]

Hi! Love you for taking the time to answer all these hockey questions. Do you think good ol hex will get fired over this season? Do you think we can get it together enough over summer to stand a chance next season? (doom and gloom is unintentional! I just find the business part of this fascinating and I'm curious how 'bad' business strategies affect a team)

<3 goooood question. my thoughts under the cut!

i think if the penguins miss the playoffs, he's absolutely out and they don't let him run the draft—especially if any of these guys he could have gotten (niederriter, chychrun, domi, bjugstad, and no i'm not googling if i'm misspelling any of these names and if i see you calling me a bitch about it i'm blocking you immediately) end up being impactful in the postseason. there's no way you waste one of the last years of sidney crosby's career by not even making the playoffs, in large part because you whiffed the trade deadline that badly.

he may be out anyway. if i were john henry, here are the reasons i would present to him in his exit interview:

you failed to provide us with a written plan for the direction of the team when asked, and did not execute successfully on the plan you claimed was in your head

your management of a franchise icon over the summer was a black mark on our organization's reputation, which impacts our ability to sign premium free agents in the future

your pro scouting abilities have proven to be suspect based on your free agent signings in summer 2022

instead of taking necessary moves to correct those errors in a timely fashion, you waited until the 11th hour to do anything, and you were only partly successful

because you waited so long to attempt to correct your mistakes, along with your unwillingness to fully commit to providing your superstars with a support staff to help them win, you missed out on trade targets that would have not only helped this season (which may as well be a wash), but also for the remaining years of the crosby-malkin era because they're young and cost-controlled

in addition to this, your unnecessary hesitation to make any moves has hampered your ability to field a full roster. the penguins are unable to carry 23 players on the active roster, and it's entirely because of signings and trades you've made

during the summer 2022 free agent fumbles, you failed to address a very obvious and glaring weakness on the team: goaltending, which has been (rightly!) held up as the excuse for failing to progress beyond the first round for the past two years

you are not working with your hall of fame coach to get him what he needs to execute his vision, a vision that the most important people to the organization (sid and geno) are fully bought into

i mean there are more. but that's just what i came up with off the top of my head just now. if i sat and thought about it for longer i'm sure we could have a solid 20 reasons, haha.

as far as getting it together over the summer...yes, things can be fixed, but it will be costly. unloading bad contracts is 100% doable, but it will require draft picks attached, so you're essentially paying twice if it's a player you traded for, and you end up wasting those precious draft picks you tried to hoard anyway.

it will take a young, smart, aggressive GM who's totally bought into analytics and is willing to align his own vision for a team with that of the coach, and isn't scared of spending the draft capital required to fix the team's problems.

there is absolutely no reason to be stingy with picks and very young prospects right now. the only goal should and MUST be winning with sid and geno. it is ridiculous to try and restock the farm now. the penguins are going to be very, very bad for a while once the big three retire, nothing done right now is going to change that or accelerate the rebuild, so you may as well put your honest best effort into going for it, REALLY going for it, every year until they're done. otherwise what's the point of keeping them at all?

of course, all of this depends on if fenway sports group gives enough of a shit about the success of this team beyond its profits to actually do something. jury is still out on that.

#pittsburgh penguins

[soapisahimbo]

Heyo!! I just wanted to tell you how goddamn much I loved your NSFW Alphabet for Alejandro! 🥺🥰 Like... I love EVERYTHING about it, how you just went all out about him, those details and specific headcanons drawn out into scenarios... gosh, I am really obsessed with your writing and him, Alejandro himself, even more. (I'll defintely will re-read it like... 24647577 times??)

Tiktok basically dragged me into the fandom and while all men are very interesting, attractive and handsome... Alejandro just hit a really sweet Spot in me... and then you came around the corner with... THIS MASTERPIECE and you turned me into a puddle, all over Ale now.

You just have to know, I am a sensitive bean and I guess... I have an (enormous) thing for praise, so I basically was kicking my feet while reading. No joke, I was all bashful and blushy 👉🏻👈🏻

(And his weak spot Lingerie... ahhhh!!! I just imagine his S/O casually texting him they're out with friends buying new underwear/lingerie and him on the other end drives this information mad; constantly thinking about what they're going to pick out... So you think he has any preferences when it comes to lingerie? sorry, I went out all myself 😅)

Your Alphabets of Soap and König are still waiting for me to read and I am already so exited!! Gosh, I love and adore your skills already and please keep it up (as long it brings you joy ofc) ♡

I wish you happy holidays and please take care of yourself!! 😘🥺

(Yes, I wrote you unintentionally a damn novel ♡)

For your amusement, the stages of me while reading:

I'm like speechless, you're so fucking sweet! Thank you so much for this, it makes me incredibly happy to know you enjoyed it!

I think I mentioned in another answer that when I first saw Alejandro, I wasn't really into him, but I watched an interview with Alain Mesa (the VA and face model for Alejandro, who is also just a fucking dreamboat of a man) where he talked about how he saw Alejandro and how he wanted to portray him and now I've got a major weak spot for him 😂

I've got a huge thing for praise as well, and I feel like Alejandro would be all for it, so I can tell you that I for sure zoned out a few times while writing it 🥴

Speaking about that lingerie part, you would for sure have to go shopping for it without him, because it would be impossible otherwise - he just needs to imagine you in a set and he's done for, basically. Give him some hints as to what you're checking out, but don't tell him what you're getting. If he's already at home when you get back, give him a show of the pieces you've bought and watch him crumble. I might actually have to write a onshot about that...

As far as preferences go, I'm thinking he'll practically drop dead at the sight of you in like a teddy or a babydoll... although, let's be real, he'll drop dead at the sight of you in any type of lingerie. Or at least to his knees.

Maybe I'll do a "141/Vaqueros favourite type of lingerie"-post 😏

Your message made me so happy, and I would LOVE to know what you think about the other ABC's once you've read them, so please don't hesitate to tell me! Don't worry about leaving too long lessages, please write more novels like this, I love it 😂

Happy holidays to you as well, I hope your day, weekend, week and all else goes well!

#gosh what did i do to deserve such a sweet message?! #this made me genuinely happy

[pitynostars]

this is baseless speculation as ive done the bare minimum deep thinking on potd but you mentioned the master’s bitterness because of ttc when talking about the forced regen and that has me thinking a little bit like. i haven’t made real sense of what happened but maybe him becoming her stems directly from that bitterness and the knowledge that there is a piece of the doctor in every time lord. if the master is the doctor then he’s the special one, not her. in s12 he says something like ‘you went around acting like you were special and now i know you really are’ and so mayhaps the forced regen can maybe be seen as him wanting to level the playing field? take her down from the pedestal he’s put her on bc of ttc or allow him to get up there too. the doctor made the time lords but now the master is the doctor and he’s making his own bigger army of special cybermen (? is that what he was doing? i maybe didnt pay enough attention) it’s the whole ‘we’re not so different, you and i’ thing. he’s just trying to make them equals again and it’s such a big deal for him that if he has to kill her to achieve his goals then so be it. maybe. they still coulda fleshed it out a bit more (that’s an understatement)

unrelated but man it’s so frustrating to have to come up with all these what ifs for intention like if it had been written well then we’d know! it feels like an attempt at making up for how much things were spelled out in s11 like a 180° turn from infodumping to not even having the time or care to rationalize the stuff that happens. it’s hilarious that ive seen so much more speculation about the things that happened and were supposedly resolved IN the episode than about the (literal) cliffhanger. good riddance.

him becoming her stems directly from that bitterness and the knowledge that there is a piece of the doctor in every time lord. if the master is the doctor then he’s the special one, not her.

yeah thats how i'm reading it atm. there's also this deep self hatred w Dhawan master so i think part of it is supposed to be that too, especially with the emphasis of the "i erased you doctor. don't let me go back to being me" line as it's being reversed (+ dhawan emphasised this self hatred in his interviews)

"it feels like an attempt at making up for how much things were spelled out in s11 like a 180° turn from infodumping to not even having the time or care to rationalize the stuff that happens."

this has been on my mind a lot actually. i dont think it HAS been a 180 but i think its symptoms of the eps/place in the era.

we still get mountains and mountains of unnecessary exposition, but it's all about just. what's happening in the plot. we dont get much insight into whats motivating the characters (or if we do, it's heavy handed exposition like dan's "oh i almost died so i want to leave" which is simple and understandable) but say 13, the master, yaz i'm left just like.... why'd any of them do any of that??? unless you sit there compiling notes about one off lines the characters had in the past + what the cast and crew have said they were TRYING to do.

compared to s11 i think it's just become more noticable because back in the beginning they were still building the characters (lol) + there was less going on plot wise for them to react to in ways that felt in or out of character. but at this point the END of the era we should KNOW these characters well enough to understand why they're doing xyz. but say like, yaz's reason for leaving the tardis is so difficult to understand because it just sort of. happens. i think a lot of that can be built on the back of weak characterisation before, but as i've argued already in the case of yaz i feel her exit goes completely AGAINST her defining characteristics and "Doctorification" arc as i understand them.

i feel the same with 13. her defining character has always been about her being "socially awkward" and closed off, an arc which like. in any other situation the logical satisfying growth and resolution is "the doctor opens up to her friends". but no instead it's like. don't bother making an effort actually. it's fine to be an ass and just pass it off half heartedly as social awkwardness.

they all jsut feel so static and one note, but equally this characterisation is sometimes just ignored when its convenient for the plot or another piece of characterisation (e.g., i'd say one of yaz's defining characteristics in the beginning is she's quite stubborn... but not really to the doctor, because she's been so beaten down after being snapped at/told off every time she dares ask the doctor something (which then i guess is supposed to tie into her... loving the dr ???))

again like the logical conclusion to yaz's arc mirrors something like Clara or Martha's. either she needs to realise the Doctor not returning her feelings (or, if you think she DOES return them like, at least not being willing to act on them) hurts too much and leaves for her own adventures, or they have a tragic thing where yaz strives too hard to show herself like. worthy or whatever and crashes and burns. instead she just... sort of walks off? for no apparent reason??

of course, that's not to say that those arcs HAD to finish in those ways, but DO SOMETHING with them. why bring them up as character flaws/traits if they're not going to go on a journey alongside the plot and character??? everyone just feels so static. i could watch TWWFTE and TPOTD back to back and i'd be like "oh that Doctor had a short run"

off from character, but i also think the "over exposition" in s11 vs say flux and that in s11 the plots were simpler, and so the exposition was just repeating things you already knew/had seen so it was like beating a dead horse with The Point, whereas in this and flux, there's so much going on that it's like a new point every second. "paintings are stolen. the master is rasputin. oh cyberman planet. oh there's daleks in volcanoes. the master is doing something funky with regeneration and the doctor. ... wait the doctor is regenerating.... now they're dhawan?? ... wait no but it's just the master. but then why does the tardis let him in ?? so it's the doctor?? then why are they acting like that it must be they've merged. why is tegan climbing down a shaft. oh they solve it by... making all volcanoes on earth metal now??? that seems a very very bad idea. that kid from the beginning i forgot about, the master can apparently control it and kills the doctor w it." it's just wham wham wham new point about something completely different that if you're just trying to watch it you blink and miss like 3 different plot points. (or maybe thats my undiagnosed potential adhd unable to keep up lmao)

it’s hilarious that ive seen so much more speculation about the things that happened and were supposedly resolved IN the episode than about the (literal) cliffhanger.

LMAO literally i've spent (checks calendar) 3 days just trying to make sense of the plot and character choices chibnall era has been EXHAUSTING

#replies tag #long post #dw spoilers

[fallingsunflower]

https://sunflowerdiscussion.tumblr.com/post/694883829140324352/but-people-said-olivia-cant-mention-that-harry-is

It is very weird. I feel like 🐙 could mention H but had to word things very carefully bc of a loophole in their agreement/contract or she was allowed to talk about him more.

I have a theory that they were going to push the deeply in love, happy happy, obviously in a very serious relationship narrative (🙄) leading up to Venice, at the film festival and through MP promo bc they (label, management, idk?) couldn't possibly have anyone thinking H could be queer. And I think people would be even more likely to question H's sexuality if they listened to things the director and producer were saying like "Harry is Tom", they wanted a queer cast and how passionate H was about the story.

Back to pushing the relationship narrative...

- We got the RS article that was basically dwd & 🐙 promo disguised as a Harry article and it included an interview with her as well as the writer pushing a specific narrative

-We saw the pap walks ramp up as soon as they got to NYC, both together and alone. The amount of paparazzi and "fans" they had waiting for them when they left the restaurant was insane and a huge spectacle.

-🐙 was attending ALL of H's shows

-Then we have her other articles, which were mostly written before the Shia/Flo/🐙 shitstorm & they seemed to talk about the relationship more than we'd previously seen.

-In the VF article 🐙 mentioned the quote abt filling up your own cup. She originally tweeted that in 2016. H used it as advice to a fan at his show on July 16th. 🐙 then brings up the quote in the VF article and it sounds like that part of the interview was done on July 29th at the photoshoot. So two weeks after H said it in front of thousands. I think they were going to wait for either shippers or tabloids to connect it back to her so they could use the quote to push how happy & in love they are. How they're obviously on the same page. Blah blah blah.

But then we got the mess with Shia. I think the backlash, the very high possibility that she lied (again) to H & his team about Shia's exit, and the condescending attitude towards Flo, made H and his team change course. I think they were either going to heavily hint at their relationship throughout the film festival or go full on happy couple but this latest mess was the final straw. Obviously only time will tell if it's over but I think H's behavior in Venice was extremely telling as well as 🐙 not being at his shows. We could get a bua soon or not until after MP but I think H and his team would be incredibly stupid to have him seen with her again. I'm just thankful all of this Shia and Flo stuff came out when it did because I really do feel like we were going to have a different Venice Film Festival.

Anyways, sorry this was rambling and long. I could be completely off but I'd be interested to hear what you think.

I agree that the Venice Film Festival could have gone a lot different if the Shia stuff didn't come out, but I'm not sure in what way. It would't change the messy plot of DWD or the reviews. It might have made people more accepting of Olivia as a filmmaker though. She probably would have gotten better press and the focus, more than likely, would have been on holivia and DWD rather than the other behind the scenes drama.

I could see the whole "deeply in love" narrative. It's pretty obvious they were going that way. The Variety article clearly was pushing it, and that was written in July I think? As were some other magazines that had a bit of a roll out around that time.

I'm not sure which direction they're going in now. It would be stupid to continue, especially on Harry's part. I could potentially seeing them just fading this thing out. It might be down low for a while and then all of a sudden we get word they split. But I'm not sure. No one knows.

I guess we'll find out. And I'll leave my asks on for the MP premiere at the TIFF, btw. So we can chat if you'd like. that's why I haven't turned them off yet

in regards to this

[xoxo-bunnydumpling]

Easy for you to criticize management styles and quitting your job when you have a rich husband, some of us have to put up with bullshit from our bosses like adults! Do you even work? Are you a manager or just full of shit?

It's incredibly easy for me to criticize bad management and I think we should be doing that instead of rolling over and pissing ourselves every time the guy one rung ahead of us on the shit ladder gets a bug up his ass and decides to make us miserable every day of our lives. Maybe they don't even know they're being shitty...communicate your discontent and if they are a decent manager/person they will hear you and adjust. If they won't hear you...LEAVE.

We don't have time for bullshit...literally. We're gonna die some day so every second is go time. Being slightly put out or annoyed is different from being miserable. All your money won't another minute buy, my friend. As soon as you can reasonably afford to leave an abusive work environment, DOOOO IT.

Where's my rich husband? My husband is a librarian in the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. The only reason he has any savings at all after his divorce is because his dad got lucky on some investments and then DIED. But like...we shouldn't have to bank on an inheritance, we should be just be paid fairly at our jobs, tf?

The past ten years of my life have been exclusively in management positions and you know how I know the mentality of a shitty manager? I used to be one. I had people not so quietly quit on me all the time because I thought leaders had to be douchebags to get anything done. Thankfully I started hearing what they said during their exit interviews, got my head out of my ass, and realized holy shit...we're all just people, sharing the earth and trying to get by and I'm making it harder than it has to be for everyone. Being the boss is hard, but it doesn't HAVE TO suck everyone's soul out. That's a choice. I chose not to, and after I did that I retained my employees, we were all happier, and WE GOT MORE WORK DONE.

I had to be an idiot before I could be halfway smart. That's kinda how it works. But if no one is communicating, if no one ever leaves, the lesson is lost and shit's gonna suck forever. Don't be a part of the suck.