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Red Wine - Orange Cassidy

Words: 567 Summary: She’s pregnant and craving the taste of red wine. Good thing she’s got a husband to help her out. Note(s): I don’t condone drinking while pregnant, but some pregnant people do crave alcohol and this is my (stupid fanfic) solution. Fifth fic of ten to celebrate writing fanfiction for ten years!

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The sound of shuffling has Orange’s head lifting from the back of the couch.

“You opened a bottle of wine.”

He smiles, giving a small shrug as he watches her continue to rub lotion into her arms, the final part of her post shower routine, but he’d still happily be applying lotion to the growing swell of her stomach when they laid down for bed.

“You knew I was craving it.”

“I pay attention.”

Her eyes roll, but she’s smiling, hands going over her arms one more time. “I don’t know how much of that wine you're going to taste.” She warns.

“I was betting on that.”

She shakes her head at the sight of his amused smirk and it quickly softens to a smile as her hand drops to her stomach.

“C’mere,” he says, patting his lap.

It’s the way they’ve always done this. Usually it was because one of them was on antibiotics and was using the excuse of wanting a taste of wine to make out like teenagers, but these last few times were different, more actually about the taste of red wine on his tongue than kissing. They all ended the same way though, with her clenching around him. His fingers flex at the thought, hips shifting a little, and he pats his lap again, but she doesn’t move, lip between her teeth.

She gives a small shake of her head. “I’m not craving it anymore.”

His eyebrows raise at the obvious lie. “Your cravings changed in the past minute?”

She scowls a little and he sets down his wine glass.

“What’s wrong?”

Her scowl deepens, “Nothing.”

He doesn’t believe her for a second and the softness of her name escaping his lips tells her that as well, with the way she softens, looking a little ashamed.

“I just don’t think I should sit in your lap.”

He frowns at the idea. “What? Why?”

“I’ve gotten fat, I’ll crush you.”

“You're twenty-six weeks pregnant, not fat.”

She blinks at the immediate response and he’s gesturing her over.

She’s slow to come over to him, but as soon as she’s in reach, he’s carefully manhandling her into her lap, ignoring her gasp, and his name said in protest. It doesn’t matter though, because he’s got her where he wants her, where he knows she wants to be, because she’s never once said no to sitting in his lap before.

It’s a little different from normal, usually her back to his front or she’s straddling him, but now he’s got her sort of curled up into his lap, her back facing the arm rest and her legs free to stretch out. He’s already got the throw pillows set up as well against the arm of the couch for her to comfortably lean against so her back doesn’t strain.

“Comfy?”

She gives a small hum before frowning.

“You aren’t heavy. And I wouldn’t complain if you did brush me.” Before she says anything to that, he leans forward and presses their lips together. Mouth opening easily when her tongue flicks against his lips, a groan stuck in his throat as she kisses him.

“You don’t taste like wine.” She murmurs, when they separate.

He laughs, arm reaching out behind her for his wine glass. “That’s an easy fix.”

She catches his hand before he can grab it. “Give me one more kiss before?”

He smiles, “of course.”

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Ok, hi, me again. Sorry to bother you. May I ask for any further thoughts on what you wrote here:

"I really did want him to feel different from Charles and Max... Mark is... he is full on, no escaping it. He's the one to be scared of if you are going to be scared."

I gave spent days digesting, pondering, contemplating, you name it. Like I'll pay you for info on this whirlpool of a thought I'm that desperate. -🦢

In reference to this ask Okay... so I went on a huge rant so under keep reading. Also, apologies if certain parts don't make sense, I haven't slept in over 24 hours (I'm okay!) and won't be going to bed for another 12ish hours.

There's no denying that Max and Charles are intense. That comes across very quickly in their respective Claiming fics. And in Charles, the first fic when they are in his hotel room, she's so uneasy but also still finding comfort with him even though she doesn't want to. That's not the case with Mark.

When Mark claims her, one of the first things he says to her is that she's going to make his life better. It's unnerving and more intense than the way Charles said 'Finally' and just kept looking at her, unable to not look at her and Max where he doesn't say anything until after the papers have been signed. Mark before they can even really explain further, makes it clear that she's going to make his life better and they've never even interacted, that that is his reason for this, for claiming her.

His eyes might leave her, he might leave the room, but she can still feel him and his attention being on her. With Max, unable to hide anything from him. With Mark, unable to take a breath without him knowing that it happened.

Mark feels more intense as a person to me and I think that's not even because of his age, though that does have a factor, but because he in his career watched as Sebastian, his younger teammate, kept winning races and then winning championships, but he got one thing, one thing in F1 that Sebastian didn't and that was to claim a wife. And as soon as he got told about it, it sat with him and sat with him, and he was just waiting for the right time to strike.

Where Max and Charles and the rest (whenever I get around to writing them) are obsessed and in love from the beginning. Mark is obsessed but he's also using this as a one up that only he knows about. So basically Mark is still holding a grudge and that has an impact on this whole thing. And I could talk more about how Sebastian unknowingly plays into this, with Mark having seen Sebastian through not just his career but personal moments as well that Sebastian isn't even aware of Mark really knowing about because Mark was just keeping track of things, making notes, and going you win on track but fail in your personal life, where I would never.

Disclaimer: I most likely won't ever write a fic that does explore the Sebastian stuff but maybe there might be a mention, something implied if I expand more. But Sebastian wouldn't even really be haunting the narrative so to speak. Because he has nothing to do with their relationship past Mark finally claiming someone. Just want to make that clear. Also, this isn't me like pushing Mark/Sebastian, tbh I don't ship it, I just think that there is no denying that Sebastian affected Mark a fuck ton and I liked the idea of him unknowingly playing into this concept and not even knowing that claiming is a thing.

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Sight of You - Logan Sargeant

Words: 352 Summary: The sight of her is just too much for him. Note(s)/Warning(s): Fourth fic of ten to celebrate ten years of writing fanfiction! NSFW, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Gentle Dom!Reader

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“Fuck.”

It slips out before Logan can stop it, sheets straining under his fingers as he clutches at them.

She smiles, a small laugh leaving her. “You like it?” And her one hand runs over herself from her right boob all the way down to her thigh.

His mouth feels dry, but he also feels like he’s about to start drooling. He can’t speak, so he just nods and her smile grows and she’s stepping closer.

His brain nearly whites out as he sees the sway of her hips.

“Hi, baby.” She murmurs, sitting on the bed next to him, her fingers trailing over his chest.

A strangled sound leaves him, his balls tightening and he doesn’t need to look down to know that there’s a large, embarrassing, wet spot on the front of his boxers.

“I look that good?”

He nods quickly, hips bucking up as her nails scratch at the hair leading downwards. “So,” he gasps, eyes rolling back as her fingers dip into his waistband. “Sosogood.” His words slur together and his mouth opens, thinks he can make his tongue work to tell her he’s close, but her nails are scratching as his lower abdomen again and then she’s running her nails over him through his boxers and he’s falling apart with another strangled sound.

His brain whites out as he paints the inside of his boxers, pants leaving his mouth, and his whole body shuddering and he can hear her cooing at him.

“So good for me, Logan.”

His head lolls to the side, resting on her and she kisses his temple.

“Love seeing you like this. Just perfect.”

“Came,” He starts, but she stops him.

“No. You didn’t come too soon.”

He wants to disagree. He came in his pants for the first time since he was nineteen or twenty, but she continues talking.

“It was so hot. Got me so wet.”

And his cock is twitching, breath hitching.

“Think you can get hard for me again? Fill me up?”

“Yes.” Logan breathes. “Yes, I can.”

She smiles, leaning down and brushing their lips together. “Good boy.”

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Max Verstappen! That is my speed demon right there! So happy for him! -🦢

Truly an amazing drive from Max

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Deal - Pierre Gasly

Words: 221 Word Prompt: Saving Note(s): Third fic of ten to celebrate ten years of writing fanfiction!

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He nuzzles his face into her neck, arms wrapping around her waist, as he begins to sway them.

“Good debrief?”

Pierre gives a hum and soft shrug of his shoulders. “It was a debrief.”

She shivers at the feeling of his breath on her neck and he smirks, pressing his lips to the thin skin before resting his chin on her shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

She tilts her phone a little to show him, “doomscrolling. F1 twitter is having lots of fun at the latest installment of you saving me from skinned knees.”

His arm moves a bit, hand patting at her hip. “I do prefer them bruised.”

A laugh leaves her and she’s turning his arms, fronts pressing together and this will probably end up on twitter as well. “I know you do.”

He hums, but doesn’t say anything. Choosing instead to kiss her. Her lips parting easily for him and his hands grasp at her hips.

“Trouble.” He murmurs when they break apart and she nips at his bottom lip.

“Just for you.”

“Better be.”

She laughs again and he grins at the sound.

The sound of his name being called has him sighing and he presses a kiss to her lips. “Stay safe for me?”

“Only if you’ll do the same.”

He smiles, squeezing her hips. “Deal.”

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I am being plagued by visions. I had one of those dreams that's just an assortment of random moments. One bit was I went into a store and Ollie Bearman was there (like just in the background shopping) but he had longer hair. Like that kpop kind of mullet thing and now I am being haunted by what could be. -🦢

Not the kpop mullet 😭

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I Never Did Right By You Before (But I’m Trying Now) - Orange Cassidy/Chuck Taylor

Words: 1,627 Summary: It’s been two months of sharing a bed with Chuck, actually sharing a bed, falling asleep together and waking up together for sixty days straight, and Orange doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it. Note(s): Second fic of ten to celebrate ten years of writing fanfiction!

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Stepping Foot - Daniel Ricciardo

Words: 1,255 Summary: Chaos is always happening in F1. But when Y/N, a beloved Ferrari team member to fans and Charles’ race engineer, is attacked. Chaos really strikes the paddock. (Partial SMAU) Note(s): First fic to celebrate ten years of me writing fanfic!!! Kind of freaking out because how the fuck has it been ten years but I hope you enjoy this fic and the next nine that will follow to celebrate ten years!

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—

“Are you okay?” Charles’ is breathless, face red, and eyes tight with anger and then he’s looking at the nurse. “Is she okay?”

“Charles, I’m fine.” She tries to reassure him, but then the nurse is motioning towards the suture kit and she winces.

“You need stitches?” He sounds horrified.

She gives a nod to the nurse and gestures for Charles to come closer, tugging him to be on her left side, handing going up to clutch at his shoulder as the nurse begins. “It’s only six.”

He starts to mutter to himself but is cut off when her hand tightens as the nurse hits a spot that wasn’t numbed.

“Have you messaged him?” His voice is quiet.

“No.”

He makes a choked sound. “He’s,”

She shakes her head. “I know exactly what he’s going to be. But right now, he’s asleep. And if I message him it will go through and he will wake up and he just got done being sick with the flu. He needs rest.”

“He needs to know what happened.” Charles argues.

“And he will! I’m not going to hide it. It’s already trending everywhere. If I call him now and wake him up and tell him what happened, he’s not going to think about anything but getting to me as soon as he can, beating the shit out of the guy, and wanting a copy of this visit. As soon as I’m discharged in, I believe an hour?” She looks at the nurse.

“You're free to go as soon as I’m done getting your paperwork together, if you want to wait for your blood to come back that will be an hour, but we can email the results.” The nurse tells her as they apply a covering over the stitches.

“Email works great, thank you.”

“Of course.” They smile as they stand, taking off their gloves. “I’ll go and get you that paperwork.”

Charles watches as she gathers what little belongings she brought with her, paperwork in hand just minutes later.

“He’s going to be pissed you waited five hours to call him.”

She sighs and he can see a glimpse of how terrified she looked in that video before it’s locked away. “Yeah. I know.”

He carefully wraps an arm around her shoulders. “C’mon, Alex and Leo have dinner waiting for us.”

She leans a little into him for a second. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

—

“Where are you now?” She can hear the muffled sound of things being moved around, shoved, thrown.

“I’m at Charles’ apartment in Miami with him and Alex. I’ve already got a flight to go home. It gets into Nice at ten pm.”

“I’ll be there to pick you up.” Usually she’d fight him on it, would protest, but they both need this.

“Okay.”

It’s quiet between them, her eyes closing as she listens to him breathe, wishing he was here, wishing he was holding her.

“I wish I was there.”

Her heart breaks a little at how chocked his voice sounds, the rage gone from it. “I wish I was home.”

He lets out a laugh, “I take my wish back, that sounds much better.”

—

“Baby,” is the first word to leave his lips as soon as he sees her and she barrels into his arms.

Their arms are wrapped around each other tight, her stitches on her arm pressed painfully into his side, but she refuses to make a sound, not even when his hand presses against one of her bruises. She needs this, needs him, and if he knows she’s in pain, he’ll let her go and she doesn’t think she can keep it together for that.

He’s kissing the top of her head repeatedly, words she can’t make out being pressed to her head, and tears are spilling from her eyes, body shaking against his, and she doesn’t realize that she’s mumbling how scared she was, how she didn’t think anyone was going to stop him, everything is spilling from her lips and into his chest.

And he lets her. He lets her cry and break and when her knees start to give, he holds her up.

—

“You don’t have to do this.” Her voice is soft, but there is steel in her voice. He had meant it the first time he told her he would never step foot back in the paddock and she couldn’t begrudge him. She had watched as he went from being so happy and in love with F1 to beaten down, skinny, and hating every day he had to wake up and go to the track.

“I do.” He interlaces their fingers together, squeezing her hand. “I know Ferrari hired security, but I don’t care, no one’s going to protect you like me.”

It’s not necessarily true, he doesn’t have the training that normal security guards have, but he has inbuilt radar for her and things that could hurt her and blood rushes to her cheeks.

“Y’know Ferrari is going to try and recruit.”

He lets out a raw laugh, like it’s outrageous when they had wanted him for years, like Red Bull hadn’t tried getting him back, like Cadillac still wasn’t reaching out even though they’ve got told no five different times. “They can try.”

He squeezes her hand again before moving their hands together upwards and pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “Time to get to work.”

She nods, bracing herself for the amount of attention that’s about to increase on her as they enter the Imola paddock. “Let’s go.”

And for the first time in over two years, Daniel steps foot back in the paddock.

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Lol yes I meant "Raised to Love." Forgive me, it's been one of those days. -🦢

Oh, you are all good! I knew what you meant!

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Happy 10 years!!! What inspired you to go a darker route with "Made To Love." -🦢

Ah thank you!!!

I'm also guessing your talking about 'Raised to Love'? Because I was weirdly sure I had written a fic with that title but all I found was 'Raised to Love' (egg on my face if I somehow missed it). And the whole fic is inspired by an episode of Criminal Minds (s4 e13). I was doing a rewatch, got to that episode and went ooh fic idea!!! Which probably says something about my brain, lol.

It was never an idea I had until watching that episode which is why it is dark. I think I thought about trying to not make it dark but couldn't figure out how to do so. I also am pretty sure that 'Raised to Love' is the first dark fic I wrote! Or at least the first one I have labeled as a dark fic.

Read 'Raised to Love' - Max Verstappen here

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Sin Celebrates Ten Years!

Once the clock strikes midnight and hits September 5th, 2025, I will be celebrating ten years of writing fanfiction!

I can honestly say time has flown by. I barely remember hitting five years of writing fanfic and hitting ten? It feels surreal and I can’t thank you guys enough for reading my fics, liking, requesting, commenting. It means so much. 

But to celebrate ten years of writing fics, I will be releasing a fic every day for the next ten days because honestly what better way to celebrate? 

I’m not really going to do any ask games but if there’s anything you want to know about previous fics I’ve written, something on my WIP list, or how I feel about writing certain topics, people, ships, etc… please send me all the asks in the world!  Ask Box | WIP List

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I'm so glad they decided to extend summer break for another week and I got an extra week with no racing. Really great for my emotional health to have no had a race this weekend. -🦢

😂😭😂😭

I would say same but Ollie getting 6th when he started in pitlane has me to emotional and happy to ignore. That's my little guy and I am so proud of him. Also, if I think about what happened with Charles too much, I'll get in trouble, lol so focusing on Ollie.

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Ceremony For Us - Max Verstappen

Words: 429 Summary: The pressure from family is too much and Max just wants to call her his wife. Note(s): I threw logic/laws out the window for this, so just pretend that people who don’t live in the US can immediately elope in Vegas, lol.

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“Fifty people. We agreed on fifty people and somehow this list has two-hundred and forty-one. And I keep getting sent names!”

Max winces, because he knows that his mom has sent at least half of those, has been oddly insistent on certain people needing to be there when he barely has memories of some of them or hasn’t seen or talked to them since he was a child.

“How can I help?” He asks, sitting next to her, arm wrapping around her and his lips pressing against her head when she instantly moves in for a cuddle.

“Tell me I don’t have to make a guest list for a wedding we barely want and pick out napkins and flowers, and figure out how in the hell I’m supposed to have a good time finding a wedding dress with both of our mom’s and the other twenty people that apparently need to be there.”

His frown deepens. “I thought you were just going to take Alex, Mia, and Vic with you?”

“That’s what I thought.”

He can feel her shudder against him and he wraps his other arm around her, holding her tight. “I’m sorry.”

Max doesn’t know what to do. They’ve both tried to take back control, her more so than him, but for once it seems their moms are working together, trying to create their dream wedding for their kids that don’t even want one.

He wishes that they had just gone and filed for a marriage license in Monaco, quietly gotten married, but they both had been too excited by the engagement and before they knew it wedding plans were being thrusted upon them. Max really wishes they could just elope.

That final thought makes him blink, head turning so he can look at the skyline outside their Vegas hotel room.

His head turns back to her, lips brushing across her head, as he murmurs her name.

She makes a small noise.

“Let’s just get married.”

She moves a little, bodies still pressed together, but now they are face to face. “You want to get married in Vegas?”

He shakes his head, leaning a little and kissing her, soft, gentle and quick. “I just want to be married to you. And getting married in a chapel with two strangers as our witnesses is far more our speed than anything they’ve thought of.”

“Let’s go get married then.”

A smile takes over Max’s face at her words and he has to kiss her again, kiss the woman that in just an hour or two will be his wife.

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Ferrari marginally improved from FP to qualifying but they're not even on thin ice, they're still treading water. Happy Max is getting a good showing out of his car. -🦢

Zandvoort is one of my favorite tracks if not my favorite track and this weekend has been probably the least excited I've been for a race weekend. Ferrari is Ferrari. Max is Max. Mclaren is sadly still Mclaren.

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Girl forget Mark, happy birthday to me (my birthday is the end of October lol).

I was tense reading it. Mark is not seen, has no dialogue, zero interaction with her but his presence is felt in every word. Literally, my stomach was starting to twist into a knot waiting for him to come in and touch her. Touch what's his now, what he claimed (I don't mean that in an objectifying way though, do you get what I mean). She's not afraid but I could feel the apprehension of suddenly having someone glued to her, of still not fully understanding why he's done this and what he's going to do. He's right outside the door, the man behind it all. She doesn't truly have peace and solitude.

I imagine it would be a hard sell to family. Especially so early on into the marriage. She's been thrown into the deep end and is mourning that one of the biggest moments of her (and anyone's) life had her alone, cut off from family, bound to secrecy. It would be hard having to convincingly sell it, but it would have to be managed. The organization behind the opportunity and logistics of her marriage are powerful, and it would not do good to have family sniffing around. -🦢

I will never get tired of your asks about my fics... this is gold.

I really did want him to feel different from Charles and Max. Not even because he's older but because Mark is just different feeling (at least to me) to Charles and Max. They both are intense but it's sort of like puppy/school boy intense that's dark. Mark is... he is full on, no escaping it. He's the one to be scared of if you are going to be scared.

And I'm so happy you picked up on what I was like implying? Like I wanted tension to be felt, I also wanted people to be like waiting for Mark to show up, only for him to never show up because that feels worse. There would have been relief if he showed up, made an appearance even if it was just a glance and I didn't want that.

Read 'Claiming' - Mark Webber (Dark Fic) here

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Claiming - Mark Webber (Dark Fic)

Words: 502 Summary: In a world where F1 drivers can claim someone as a wife while at a race, here is Charles’ version. Note(s): Dark fic. Happy birthday Mark!!! Also… a claiming verse blurb? It’s (somewhat) back.

“Hello?”

Her breath hitches at the familiar sound, eyes fluttering shut. “Grandma.”

“Lovey! You haven’t called me in days. How are you doing?”

“Grandma,” she starts, but can’t say anything else, tears starting to fall, throat tight.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on?” And she can see in her mind, her grandma sitting up straight in her rocking chair.

She has to force the words from her throat, past her lips. “I got married.”

“What?”

“His name is Mark.” Her eyes open, drifting over to the closed office door. Mark was talking to a sponsor or something, she couldn’t remember, too relieved that she’d finally have more than ten minutes by herself. “He’s really nice. We met at that race I told you I was going to and,” she shakes her head, keeping her voice steady. “And we just connected and I know it’s crazy, and it was fast, but we’re married now. I’m married, grandma.”

The sound of her name has her eyes closing, lips pressing together tight as she tries not to sob.

“You’d really like him.” She says.

“I can’t like the man that’s married my grandbaby without ever having met me, that’s making her scared to talk to me.”

“I’m not scared.” And maybe that’s the worst part. She should be, she should be terrified. Mark had seen her and claimed her and that was that, there was no fitting it, she’d forever be his now and she wasn’t scared at all. “I just, I’m sad. I always thought you’d see me get married, but everything just happened so fast and,” she pauses, letting out a small laugh and sniffling, wiping at her eyes with her free hand. “I just wish we had waited a little longer so you could have seen.”

It’s silent for a moment and then there’s the creak of the rocking chair seeming to echo through the phone. “Well, I can’t imagine any pictures got taken, so next week you’ll come home with this man, we’ll find you a wedding dress, him a suit, and get some pictures done, and do a nice little dinner. Maybe book that back room at Maree’s. We’ve always wanted to, this might be the time.”

“That sounds really nice, grandma.” She wipes at her eyes again. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too. But I’ll see you next week and don’t worry about a wedding dress not fitting, my hands might be old, but dammit all I can still sew with the best of them.”

She laughs, face lighting up with a smile. “You absolutely can. I even have some thread in my suitcase for you. It’s this like ocean blue I saw in a little shop, couldn’t leave without it.”

“That sounds wonderful, lovey. Now, I’ve got reservations to make and a photography session to plan. I will expect a call tomorrow telling me when your flight gets in so I can pick you up from the airport.”

“I’ll call you before lunch. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

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Hey how are things? I've been offline for a bit because I got a dog. I'd been kind of rolling the idea around, and then I donated blankets to the local shelter and there was this blonde, mangy looking weirdo staring through the glass and I just knew. I'm torn between naming him Cooper or Hobie and am open to suggestions. His tag said that he was a confiscate and then was with a foster for two days before being returned. However his foster seems to be awful. They returned him because wasn't house broken (which was noted on his intake file) and they couldn't get through to him. On their return form they said they never even gave him any toys or treats to see what he'd like. Like bffr. They seemed upset that the dog they got wasn't fully trained and wasn't ok not being given any affection. I'll put some pictures of him on discord. -🦢

He is adorable!!! I love his little face so much.

I've been okay! Mainly just getting ahead on some writing.