Ignorance Is Bliss Pt. 1

A/N: Thank you to the beautiful Anon for requesting this fic. This has been one of my delusions that help me sleep at night. So, may I please introduce you to the ‘she fell first but he fell harder’ trope that we all love. With, of course, Ema and Mickey helping and hoping for them to get together💚💜

As the h/c girl closed her locker, Ema was yet again tired of the ongoing “will-they-won’t-they” of the l/n girl and the Spindell boy. “All I’m saying is, maybe you should tell him because you’ve been hopelessly in love with him since fifth grade.”

Y/N pointed at Ema and said with a cheeky smile, “ah no, sixth grade, get it right. Also, there is no way in hell that I’m going to tell him, alright?”

Worth that the Winslow best friend sighed, and the two best friends walked to French class.

Meanwhile with a Mickey and Spoon…

“…a-and she has this thing where whenever she’s talking about something she likes that she does with her hair, y’know, like this,” the rambling Spindell boy said while demonstrating what his object of infatuation does with his own hair, not quite show ing it right.

Mickey chuckles and shakes his head, “y’know, telling her how you feel would be a great idea. Maybe, I don’t know at the park or something. Oor-9r, hear me out, just telling her would be nice.”

“Oh, dear Mickelous, that is simply just not possible. You see, you cannot simply fathom how much platonic-ivory oozes from her when we hang out together. Also, Y/an does not like the park because of children and the grass makes her itch; it would probably have to be during the night while under the stars.”

“Oh yeah, totally platonic when she looks at you like you actually hung the stars in front of her. Just like that show she likes with Azipy- Aziry-, nope, can’t say it.”

Arthur sighs, “Mickey, my bestest friend in the universe, she doesn’t like me and she never will, okay? Now come on, we’ll be late for wood shop and I’m looking forward to making a bird house that can stand this year.”

As they walked down the hall to their next class, Mickey sighed and started to formulate a plan and text Ema:

M: we need to come up with a plan for these two — sent at 10:45 a.m.

E:

Ik, I can’t take it anymore — sent at 10:46 a.m.

Meet me in the MILF room after lunch, well conspire there — sent at 10:48 a.m.

M:Ok, and btw, I hate that name — sent at 10:50 a.m.

Also y do u sound like an evil genius?? — sent at 10:50 a.m.

E:

Ikr, horrible name. And, idk, I just do sound like one ig — sent at 11:00 a.m.

Meet u after lunch — sent at 11:01 a.m.

After Lunch…

“Okay, now, that was a rough forty-five minutes to get through,” Mickey said this as him and Ema walked into the abandoned boiler room, a.k.a. The MILF Room, a.a.k.a. The Spindell Spot.

As the Winslow girl sat down on the couch she managed out, “yeah, that was unnecessarily hard. It’s like they want to look into our souls and have us tell them everything. Y/N really needs to stop looking like she’s about to run over a dog.”

“It’s seriously out of hand how much information they can try and gauge out of us. Spoon is the worst. He literally has that look on his face where he look-“

“Looks like he’s the most innocent and pure thing on the world? Yeah, I’ve seen that look. He’s literally the devil in disguise,” Ema then pulls out her laptop to take notes on how to get the two oblivious, love-sick, diabolic, little love birds, “so, you ready to do this?”

Mickey smiled and sat down next to his other best friend, “ready to finally get them to stop pining over each other and being self destructive? Hell yeah.”

And so, the two of the four best friends created a plan to get the other half together.

“…by the way, when do I have to get you and Rachel together,” the Bolitar boy than got smacked by a book by the alt girl and continued with their scheming.

To be continued…

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this, but I want to make my little anon chalupa(and my readers proud) so I’m doing this. Please give me feedback on how I could improve the is one.

Spoon: *tapping fingers on table*

Buck: *taps fingers back furiously*

Rachel: …What’s going on?

Mickey: Morse code. They’re talking.

Spoon: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … -

Buck: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Pizza toppings - what if

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Angel suggested they have a pizza night, so he could teach everyone how to make a proper pizza - including Lucifer. And then.. he regretted it.

"Smiles, no!" Angel smacked Alastor's hands, repeatedly, with a wooden spoon.

"But-" smack!

"No! First, you broke pasta- PASTA! Tu, renna idiota!"

Smack! Smack! "Stop hitting me!"

"No! Then, oh, then you BOTCHED that spaghetti bolognese so bad, I wouldn't even give it to Fat Nuggets!"

"Look, my effeminate fellow, I-"

"Those, oh those can be forgiven, if only slightly." Angel forced Alastor away from the counter, making him back up towards the door. "But what I can't evar, in ANY LIFETIME, forgive: I you even thinkin' to put pineapple on a pizza! Sorridente figlio di puttana, cosa c'è che non va in te?!"

"Angel, look, I.. come on, how can you not-"

"Stay out of the kitchen for this you fuckin' asshole!" He smacked Alastor in the hands and chest. "I swear to my Ma that if I catch you OR your shadow in there - I'm gonna make you eat a slice of everyone's pizzas and then watch with glee as you suffer because your skinny ass skinny pants won't fit you!" He sucked punched Alastor, making the buck land on his tail in surprise - that's gonna hurt for a long time. "Capisco."

Alastor would have nodded, but his deer instincts making him freeze.

"Good." As Angel walked back to the kitchen, everyone else watching with stunned expressions, they heard him mumble words of irritation.

Alastor decided to make good on laying in his spot, and move to his stomach where he read a book - quickly gaining friends of the animal capacity. He began to quietly read to these creatures.

"Smiles. Hey! Smiles!"

Alastor pushed his face up, having used his arms as a pillow as he fell asleep with Keekee on his back and Fat Nuggets on his legs with Charlie's lambs on either side of him. "Hm?"

"Pizza's are done, ya fuckin' psycho." Angel said, having a plate for himself in his hands.

Alastor honestly didn't want to get up, reputation be damned, he and his new friends were comfortable. But.. one must do what their body commands - and his stomach growled in hunger.

Turns out Alastor wasn't a fan of Husk's meat lover's pizza, the meat was too.. something unappetizing. He did like Vaggie's Pizza al Taglio though. So, that was progress. He did wish he had his pineapple pizza though. He liked that one best.

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Words:  2,921 (18,110 Total) Pairing: Blackwall/Inquisitor Cadash/Cullen Rating: Explicit Summary: smut. nothing but smut.

“You’re certain?” Renna asked, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she looked at Commander Cullen, stretched out at the foot of her bed, naked as the day was long. This was new territory for them. It had only been a few days since Blackwall and Cullen had approached her and with hands on her hips, she’d shook her head angrily.

 “I won’t choose,” she told them.

“We’re not asking you to.” 

“Yes,” Cullen said. Then Blackwall swatted Renna’s rump, and it was more sound than sting.

But Renna watched the way Cullen’s already half-hard cock flexed against his belly. Already naked herself, she padded over to the bed and stepped between his thighs.

“Alright, hold your legs up for me.” Cullen obeyed, reaching down as he lifted his feet up onto the edge of the bed, and then hooked his hands behind his knees and drew his legs back and spread them wide. Bearing himself completely. Renna ran her hands along his legs, from ankle to knee, then brushed her hands over his before continuing down along his thighs until she reached the dark blonde curls at the apex of his thighs. 

Moisture leaked from the head of his cock, and unable to resist, she leaned down and ran her tongue along the heavy vein to tease the slit. His groan brought a smile to her lips and she drew back, grabbed the bottle of oil, and with one hand drew his cock up, proud and hard and she felt her core tighten in anticipation. She knew how good it felt to have him inside of her. 

Tugging the cork free with her teeth, she spat it off to the side, and then with a wicked little grin, she rubbed the bottle along the sensitive head. Cullen hissed, straining against his self imposed restraint. “Fuck, Ren-”

“Cold?” she asked with a smile, then lifted the bottle and poured a hefty amount down over his erection, and her hand. The muscles of his stomach tightened and his cock flexed in her hand as he cursed again. But then she stroked her fist up his length, the oil quickly warming beneath her touch. 

Dripping more oil down his length, she watched it slip over his balls, down and soaking into the blanket beneath, oh well, she thought and started to set aside the bottle, but Blackwall took it, poured some into his own hand before wrapping it around his erection while he watched her every move. Shifting her free hand to curl around Cullen’s cock she slid her oil-covered hand lower and lower, cupping and gently fondling his balls before going lower still to the tight puckered hole.

Cullen pressed his head back against the bed, groaning and arching up as she teased and circled the ring of flesh with the tip of one finger, all the while her other hand slowly pumped his erection. Slick with so much oil, she easily breached his opening and was nearly to the second knuckle before he tensed. “I’ve got you,” she murmured. It had been several months since they had done this, but she knew his body nearly as well as she knew his own.

He was flushed, skin damp with perspiration, arching into her touch. Withdrawing her finger almost completely, she leaned down to flick her tongue over the head of his cock. “You’re so pretty,” she told him, the pink flush of his skin seeming to go a shade or two darker. “Beautiful like this.” Renna worked her finger inside, slipping deeper.

Cullen lifted his head enough to look at her, his gaze dark. “Such a good boy,” she continued, felt her own desire slicking her thighs as his cock throbbed in her hand. “Do you think you’re ready?” she gently scraped her thumbnail just below the head of his cock and Cullen let out a quiet hiss. “His cock his thicker than mine,” she murmured. “But the stretch feels so good,” she crooned. 

“Yes,” Cullen groaned, his knuckles white as he gripped his thighs. “Fuck, yes, please.” 

Withdrawing her hands, Renna glanced over at Blackwall, his gaze was fixed on the two of them, his erection rock hard as he stroked it slowly. With his free hand, he reached up, cupping Renna’s chin to angle her head up for a deep kiss that left her a little dazed. When they broke apart, Renna crawled up onto the bed beside Cullen. “Let go,” she brushed his hands from his legs and straddled his waist. 

Taking Cullen’s hands in hers, Renna shifted back until she felt the slide of his cock against her folds. Knuckles brushed against the curve of her ass and she glanced over and heard Cullen’s sharp intake of breath before she realized Blackwall had curved his big hand around Cullen’s length, lining it up with her slit. “Slowly,” it was a soft order and one that Renna would gladly obey. Lacing her fingers with Cullen’s she rested their joined hands on her thighs and sat up straight and felt the thick mushroomed head press against her opening.

“Oh,” her breath left her in a soft sigh at that first initial stretch. And for a moment she forgot herself, her lust addled brain wanted nothing more than to drive down hard, grind against him and feel him pound into her for every bit of his strength. The hard slap against her ass had her gasping in surprise.

“I said, slow,” Blackwall reminded her and she realized she’d already impaled herself nearly halfway on Cullen’s cock. 

“Oops,” she flashed him a grin and then turned her face to look at Cullen again. Sweat beaded on his brow and he gripped her hands tighter. She held herself still as Blackwall moved closer, the heat of his body against her back. Then Blackwall’s hands were on Cullen’s legs, positioning them just so. 

Cullen stared up at her, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded and she knew the exact moment Blackwall began to push inside. His head punched back against the bed, and his cock seemed to swell inside her. “That’s it,” Blackwall’s voice was rough. Renna resumed her oh-so-slow descent and felt the shudder that ran through Cullen’s body. “You take my cock so well, Commander.” 

Renna nearly whimpered. She knew how Cullen liked the praise, and the more foul-mouthed the better. Blackwall had apparently figured that out as well. Fully seated on Cullen’s cock, Renna was trembling and didn’t know how the other two were remaining so calm, she felt as if she were a coiled wire about to break. 

She thought it might only take a few strokes of her clit to have her soaring and she was tempted  to pry her hand free from Cullen’s to do just that. But then Blackwall’s hips snapped forward and both men let out shouts of pleasure. Then Blackwall began to move, measured strokes, and Renna began to rock her hips as well, to ride Cullen’s cock languorously.

Releasing Cullen’s hands, Renna braced herself against his chest and he held her gaze, his fingers no doubt leaving bruises on her thighs as he lay beneath them. Leaning down lower until her breasts brushed against his chest she kissed him softly on the mouth. Tongues met, danced and she felt Blackwall’s thrusts gain speed. “Tell me,” she said, finally breaking the kiss to lick along his jaw to his ear. “How does his cock feel inside you? Better than mine?” Renna lightly scraped a fingernail over one of his nipples, felt it go taut so she did it to the other as well. “Tell me, Commander, I want to hear what it feels like to have his cock inside you.” 

Cursing softly, Cullen arched, his breathing was ragged and she didn’t think he’d last long before he came. “Better?” he rasped, swallowed, and moaned when Blackwall gave a particularly sharp thrust of his hips that had his belly slapping against her rump. “Different. Fuck, good. So good.” His arms banded around her, holding her tight to him. “Hot and slick, his cock and your cunt-” Renna clenched around him and he groaned. “Maker, don’t stop.” 

“Could you take us both?” Renna asked. “My cock alongside Blackwall’s buried deep inside you, stretching your pretty ass.”

The sound that escaped Cullen’s lips was one of almost desperation. Then his hand fisted in her hair and he yanked her mouth back to his and kissed her hard. “You could take us both,” he said when he broke the kiss, glancing past her, she saw something flit through Cullen’s gaze before he looked at her again. “Just think how well we’d fill your pussy. How hot and sticky you’d be after we came inside you.” 

Renna whimpered and felt Blackwall’s thrust speed up, become a little rougher. Then Blackwall reached out and caught her arm, tugging her upright so that her back was against his chest, and it shifted the angle of Cullen’s cock inside her. Her thighs ached from the slow restrained movement, but she knew it was worth every second of it. 

“Our beautiful Inquisitor told me about the war table, bending you over it and fucking you. How you begged for her cock.” Blackwall’s hand curved around Renna’s throat, a gentle pressure that while it wasn’t cutting off her breath made her feel dizzy all the same. “I want to hear it. Beg to feel her come around you, to spend yourself inside her. Be a good boy and beg for my cock. And if you do it prettily enough, you might get it all.”

Renna was lost to it all. She heard Cullen’s voice, caught snatches of words. Harder. Fuck me. Let me. Blackwall’s fingers were on her clit, his other hand still on her throat, Cullen’s hands found her breasts, and she felt each of Blackwall’s rough trusts as she ground down on Cullen’s cock. “Come for me, love,” Blackwall’s mouth was against her ear, but through her hazy vision, she knew that Cullen and Blackwall gazes were locked. “Come on the Commander’s cock for me, clamp down around him and milk him of every last drop of come.” 

It was as if they’d perfectly coordinated it. Cullen’s hips bucked up, while he caught her nipples between his knuckles and squeezed just enough to send a sharp pleasure pain straight to her core, while Blackwall’s grip on her throat tightened, his beard scraped against her throat, and the fingers he had circling her clit found just the right spot that had her vision splintering and a keening cry escaped her lips.

“That’s it, that’s it, oh, fuck,” Blackwall’s voice was distant, even though it was right beside her ear. “Good girl, fuck, Cullen-” hard trusts, and Cullen was pulsing inside her, warm and wet.

“Yes, yes, Maker’s breath, don’t stop, don’t stop-” His fingers were gripping her thighs again, hips lifting as if he could somehow get deeper, fill her more, then Blackwall’s thrusts stuttered and faltered and he let out a curse and a low groan.

Renna’s breathing was ragged as she felt herself being leaned forward, her cheek against Cullen’s sweat-soaked chest. He let out a low groan and turned his face to press a kiss to her forehead. Blackwall moved away from the bed and she was too exhausted and pleasure drunk to call out to him. She heard water splashing, rustling of fabric and then she felt big hands easing her off Cullen’s chest. 

Cullen let out a low hum and Renna forced her eyes open and watched Blackwall run the damp cloth he held up Cullen’s thighs and between, cleaning him up. She truly didn’t know how the man had the energy to still stand. Cullen’s hand was low against her belly, his knuckles absently rubbing the top of her curls. Blackwall glanced up from his ministrations and held her gaze as he, instead of using the cloth to clean Cullen’s cock, he lowered his head and took him into his mouth. 

Renna’s lips parted and despite the orgasm that still was sending shockwaves through her body, she felt the heat spreading again. Cullen cursed, his hand shooting down to fist in Blackwall’s hair as he arched up into the other man’s mouth. His cock spent, but seemingly desperate for more.

Blackwall spent a few moments, sucking and licking before releasing him, then he turned his attention to Renna. “Up,” he said, nudging her further up the bed so that she lay with her head on the pillows. Cullen rolled out of the way, watching, curious. Big hands spread her thighs, making room from Blackwall’s broad shoulders as he settled on his belly, and licked her from bottom to clit. Heat flushed her cheeks as she thought about the fact that Cullen had just come inside her. But Blackwall didn’t seem at all deterred, if anything, he seemed determined to lap her utterly clean. 

It was a slow build, Blackwall’s tongue and lips teasing her, stoking the fire of lust until she was panting and one hand tangled in his hair, the other in the blankets. Beyond the man between her thighs was Cullen, watching intently, his hand stroking his cock. Renna parted her lips, ready to beckon Cullen to her, eager to take him into her mouth, but Blackwall shifted on the bed. He drew up one leg at the knee and arched his hips. 

Cullen’s gaze immediately went to the other man’s ass, then back up to Renna’s eyes. “Yes,” she breathed and cried out as Blackwall wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled. “Yes!” 

Renna watched, not wanting to miss a single move, as Cullen slid from the bed and found the bottle of oil. He doused his cock, stroking it as it grew harder in his palm. Then he crawled up onto the bed. Oil slick hands cupped Blackwall’s bottom, spread his cheeks, and dipped between. She felt Blackwall’s moan against her cunt and rocked her hips against his mouth. 

Cullen poured more oil down the seam of Blackwall’s ass and rubbed his knuckles around the puckered hole. His cock throbbed hard and ready again. He pressed the tip of his oil slick index finger against the ring of flesh and pressed forward. It was so tight and hot, that Cullen didn’t know how he’d manage to fit his cock inside or move once he was there. He also imagined he’d likely come just from the joining. 

Renna was panting softly, one of her hands on her breast, the other in Blackwall’s hair as he fucked her with his tongue. Cullen imagined fucking Renna again, Blackwall an extension of his body. “No need to be gentle,” Blackwall tore his mouth away from Renna, glistening wet with come and saliva. “Put your cock inside me and fuck me like you mean it.” 

Cullen faltered for a beat, then watched the other man bury his face against Renna’s cunt again, her back arched and she cried out, her fingers tightening in his. He wanted to join in, be a part of that pleasure. So he leaned forward, grabbed a pillow to shove beneath Blackwall’s hips keeping them at the angle he wanted before he pressed the tip of his erection to that tight ring. 

He pushed forward, groaned at the slick tight sensation, he wanted to revel in it, savor each inch of his cock sliding forward, but Blackwall arched, pushing his hips back and Cullen found himself unable to help it as he thrust forward sharply, burying his cock to the hilt in Blackwall’s ass. The man beneath him let out a low primal sound, his arms curled around Renna’s thighs and Cullen gave into it. Pressing his hands into Blackwall’s waist, Cullen began to pound into him, just as he’d demanded. 

The bed shook with the force of it. “Oh, fuck!” Renna’s back bowed. “Harder, fuck, Ancestors, please!” She watched him, lips parted. “Cullen! Blackwall!” She cried out, thighs shaking, but Blackwall only seemed to redouble his efforts until she was sobbing through another orgasm. 

Cullen never wanted this moment to end. He leaned forward and though it limited his movements, his body stretched out along Blackwall’s back, he slid one hand up to the other man’s hair, fingers brushing against Renna’s. His other hand shoved down between the bed and Blackwall to curl around his length. Only a handful of thrusts later, and Cullen felt the tightening at the base of his spine as pleasure rushed through him with the force of a tidal wave. 

Beneath him, Blackwall rocked his hips several more times, thrusting against the bed and Cullen’s hand before he felt the pulse and then the spill of come on his fingers. 

Long moments passed before Cullen forced himself off the other man, Blackwall’s cheek rested against Renna’s spread thighs, his eyes closed. This time, Cullen got up, made quick work of cleaning himself up before dampening a cloth in the washbasin and returning to the bed to return the favor to Blackwall. 

Task finished, the Inquisitor tugged them both up on the bed so that they lay on either side of her as she lay on her back, still breathing a little unsteadily. Cullen propped his head up on his hand, looking down at her, while he rested his other hand on her belly. Blackwall’s hand joined his, their fingers just brushing and Cullen looked over at him and thought that this might be the best decision he’d ever made.

Matt Kenseth notes it's too early to draw conclusions from the All-Star Race's entertainment

Matt Kenseth waits in his car before practice for Saturday’s NASCAR All-Star auto race at Charlotte Motor Speedway in Concord, N.C., Saturday, May 19, 2018. (AP Photo/Terry Renna)

The All-Star Race was entertaining. We said that in the hours after the race Saturday night and we still believe it now. While Kevin Harvick led the last 11 laps, the race was a nice change of pace from regular Cup Series racing just like an All-Star event should be.

But because the All-Star Race was entertaining, some immediately started clamoring for the rules changes NASCAR made for the race to be tried at some point in the near future for a race that counts. Matt Kenseth, who started on the pole for the All-Star Race, said Thursday that the clamoring should come with some caution.

“You’ve got to be careful about taking that little bit of a sample size and saying this is gonna be the greatest thing ever because we’ve all seen that and when you take a rules package and give it to the garage and let them work on it for a month or so, I think you’re gonna have things looking very similar to how they looked before you changed that,” Kenseth said. “I think the [current standard rules package] low downforce thing is a good example of that. I think the racing, in my opinion even from being home this year, has been really, really, really good and really entertaining, and still about driving race cars and not just doing restrictor plate racing and being in line and doing all that kind of stuff. I thought it was entertaining. I thought it was a good thing to try. I don’t know if it’s necessarily what I would want to see us run on a weekly basis, but it’s okay.”

Brad Keselowski aired a similar word of caution after he was caught up in a crash in the third stage of the All-Star Race. And NASCAR executives were pragmatic after the race was over.

“You don’t want to assume that what you put on track is going to be a home run,” NASCAR vice president Steve O’Donnell said Saturday night. “We certainly hoped it would be, but there’s certainly some things that you look at that you could tweak if you went this route.”

“For us, we’ve got to take the time, be smart about this, really look at it, see where we can go from here. But I think it’s fair to say that this is something we absolutely want to look at.”

Denny Hamlin said earlier in the week that he wouldn’t be opposed to trying the All-Star Race rues package at some point later this season. To do that, NASCAR owners would have to agree to testing the changes again. They cost a lot of money — like six figures — and were paid for by teams.

“Anything that is good for our sport right now, which I think it would be, I’m for it,’’ Richard Childress said to NBC Thursday. “I’m putting RCR aside and looking at the sport itself. If everybody in this garage will do that … put the sport first and we all go out and put the best show for the fans in the stands, that’s what we’ve got to do.’’

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Nick Bromberg is a writer for Yahoo Sports.

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After nearly 20 years, former tennis prodigy Lucic-Baroni back in major semifinal

Melbourne (CNN)Trying to close out a tense quarterfinal at the Australian Open against one of the tournament favorites, an ailing Mirjana Lucic-Baroni reached for rosary beads during a changeover and placed them around her neck.

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Within minutes, the 34-year-old fell to the blue hard courts, face down, and began to weep.

In joy.

Eliminating fifth-seed Karolina Pliskova 6-4 3-6 6-4 to set up a clash with fellow thirtysomething Serena Williams — a convincing 6-2 6-3 winner over Johanna Konta — Lucic-Baroni rewrote the history books to make the semifinals at a major for the first time in a remarkable 18 years.

“Nobody in this world thought I could ever be here again, besides my closest family, my coach, brothers, sisters, my husband and mom,” Lucic-Baroni told reporters. “It’s fun to prove everyone wrong.

“It’s more special this time for sure.”

Don’t be too harsh on the doubters.

When the 79th-ranked Croatian won her first-round match against China’s Wang Qiang in a tight three sets, she collected a first win in Melbourne since 1998. The 19-year gap in grand slam wins — at the same grand slam, that is — surpassed the previous record of 17 years held by Kimiko Date at Wimbledon.

It seemed fitting that her on-court interview Wednesday was conducted by Rennae Stubbs, who Lucic-Baroni downed in 1998 prior to losing eight in a row at the Australian Open.

Back at the All England Club in 1999, Lucic-Baroni was a 17-year-old drawing comparisons to greats of the game including Steffi Graf.

Read: No. 1s Murray, Kerber lose

Read: Istomin shocks Djokovic

Not only did she advance to the quarterfinals but Lucic-Baroni extended Graf to three sets.

But what unfolded thereafter — rather than a career filled with trophies — serves as a cautionary tale for seemingly can’t-miss prospects.

Lucic Baroni fled to the US after she said she was abused by her father, stopped playing for a while due to financial issues and was sued by the management company at one time so keen to sign her, IMG. She counter sued.

Book in the works?

So much has been said and written about Lucic-Baroni that she might write a book to tell her side of the story.

“A part of it I just want to say because people assume a lot and people don’t know,” she said. “That irritates me when people assume things like injuries and things like that and people write about it.

“I kind of want to be known as an amazing fighter, a person who persevered against everything, against all odds. And that’s what I take pride in.”

Her new coach, Marin Bradaric, doesn’t need to be convinced.

Bradaric saw immense potential in Lucic-Baroni, despite her age, sinking ranking — and losing in qualifying at a warmup tournament in Sydney two weeks ago.

“In the dinner before we went to Australia I told her that I think she can win a grand slam,” the 31-year-old told CNN, admitting, though, that the goal for the tournament was to simply win a round.

“Honestly I didn’t expect this. Especially after Sydney.

“She took it so hard on herself, but I was still believing because I saw many good things in her game. She is improving mentally, she is trying to stay positive and believe and keep calm because sometimes she’s really hard on herself, criticizing herself.”

Playing with a heavily strapped left leg against Pliskova, a consequence of playing singles and doubles, a pair of medical timeouts served as major momentum shifts.

Trailing 6-4, 2-1, Pliskova called for the trainer because of what appeared to be a blister on her right foot.

At 3-3, she broke when Lucic-Baroni nervously dumped a smash into the net.

Seizing the initiative in the third set, Lucic-Baroni subsequently dropped three games in a row to trail 4-3 on serve.

Trainers called

That’s when it was Lucic-Baroni’s turn to call for the trainer. She went off court for treatment and returned a different player, winning nine points in succession and 12 of the final 13 even though she was hampered.

Lucic-Baroni upset third-seed Agnieszka Radwanska this fortnight and another grand slam finalist, Simona Halep, twice at majors. She overpowered the duo with her fierce ground strokes, shots that made her a prodigy in the first place.

But defeating Pliskova may have been more impressive.

The Czech reached last year’s US Open final and won the Brisbane International earlier this month, leading more than a few to pick the 24-year-old as the Australian Open winner.

Last year’s ace leader on the women’s tour hit eight against Lucic-Baroni but won less than 60% of her first serve points.

“It was like her tenth match in Australia but she didn’t meet an opponent who is hitting so hard and so fast,” Pliskova’s coach, David Kotyza, told CNN. “That broke her serve a bit. I think she thought more about the return of Mirjana, so that’s why her serve went down.

“I think Mirjana was the better player. She didn’t wait for the shots. She was the one who wanted to decide the points. She deserved to win.”

Veterans in the semis

Lucic-Baroni, Serena Williams, 35 and Venus Williams, 36, give the semifinals a distinctly older look than usual. CoCo Vandeweghe, at 25, has bucked the trend.

Coupling Serena Williams’ form and Lucic-Baroni’s leg, the latter’s journey — at least on court in Melbourne — is expected to come to an end. The last time they played was in 1998 at Wimbledon, prior to their careers going different ways.

“I remember winning,” said Serena, edging ever closer to surpassing Graf’s Open Era haul of majors. “I was so excited because I was so young. She was super young, too.”

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Lucic-Baroni vows to compete the way she says she always does.

“I’m going to go out there with my heart and do the best I can.”

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After nearly 20 years, former tennis prodigy Lucic-Baroni back in major semifinal Melbourne (CNN)Trying to close out a tense quarterfinal at the Australian Open against one of the tournament favorites, an ailing Mirjana Lucic-Baroni reached for rosary beads during a changeover and placed them around her neck. Follow @cnnsport Within minutes, the 34-year-old fell to the blue hard courts, face down, and began to weep. Eliminating fifth-seed Karolina Pliskova 6-4 3-6 6-4 to set up a clash with fellow thirtysomething Serena Williams -- a convincing 6-2 6-3 winner over Johanna Konta -- Lucic-Baroni rewrote the history books to make the semifinals at a major for the first time in a remarkable 18 years. "Nobody in this world thought I could ever be here again, besides my closest family, my coach, brothers, sisters, my husband and mom," Lucic-Baroni told reporters. "It's fun to prove everyone wrong. "It's more special this time for sure." Don't be too harsh on the doubters. When the 79th-ranked Croatian won her first-round match against China's Wang Qiang in a tight three sets, she collected a first win in Melbourne since 1998. The 19-year gap in grand slam wins -- at the same grand slam, that is -- surpassed the previous record of 17 years held by Kimiko Date at Wimbledon. It seemed fitting that her on-court interview Wednesday was conducted by Rennae Stubbs, who Lucic-Baroni downed in 1998 prior to losing eight in a row at the Australian Open. Back at the All England Club in 1999, Lucic-Baroni was a 17-year-old drawing comparisons to greats of the game including Steffi Graf. Read: No. 1s Murray, Kerber lose Read: Istomin shocks Djokovic Not only did she advance to the quarterfinals but Lucic-Baroni extended Graf to three sets. But what unfolded thereafter -- rather than a career filled with trophies -- serves as a cautionary tale for seemingly can't-miss prospects. Lucic Baroni fled to the US after she said she was abused by her father, stopped playing for a while due to financial issues and was sued by the management company at one time so keen to sign her, IMG. She counter sued. Book in the works? So much has been said and written about Lucic-Baroni that she might write a book to tell her side of the story. "A part of it I just want to say because people assume a lot and people don't know," she said. "That irritates me when people assume things like injuries and things like that and people write about it. "I kind of want to be known as an amazing fighter, a person who persevered against everything, against all odds. And that's what I take pride in." Her new coach, Marin Bradaric, doesn't need to be convinced. Bradaric saw immense potential in Lucic-Baroni, despite her age, sinking ranking -- and losing in qualifying at a warmup tournament in Sydney two weeks ago. "In the dinner before we went to Australia I told her that I think she can win a grand slam," the 31-year-old told CNN, admitting, though, that the goal for the tournament was to simply win a round. "Honestly I didn't expect this. Especially after Sydney. "She took it so hard on herself, but I was still believing because I saw many good things in her game. She is improving mentally, she is trying to stay positive and believe and keep calm because sometimes she's really hard on herself, criticizing herself." Playing with a heavily strapped left leg against Pliskova, a consequence of playing singles and doubles, a pair of medical timeouts served as major momentum shifts. Trailing 6-4, 2-1, Pliskova called for the trainer because of what appeared to be a blister on her right foot. At 3-3, she broke when Lucic-Baroni nervously dumped a smash into the net. Seizing the initiative in the third set, Lucic-Baroni subsequently dropped three games in a row to trail 4-3 on serve. Trainers called That's when it was Lucic-Baroni's turn to call for the trainer. She went off court for treatment and returned a different player, winning nine points in succession and 12 of the final 13 even though she was hampered. Lucic-Baroni upset third-seed Agnieszka Radwanska this fortnight and another grand slam finalist, Simona Halep, twice at majors. She overpowered the duo with her fierce ground strokes, shots that made her a prodigy in the first place. But defeating Pliskova may have been more impressive. The Czech reached last year's US Open final and won the Brisbane International earlier this month, leading more than a few to pick the 24-year-old as the Australian Open winner. Last year's ace leader on the women's tour hit eight against Lucic-Baroni but won less than 60% of her first serve points. "It was like her tenth match in Australia but she didn't meet an opponent who is hitting so hard and so fast," Pliskova's coach, David Kotyza, told CNN. "That broke her serve a bit. I think she thought more about the return of Mirjana, so that's why her serve went down. "I think Mirjana was the better player. She didn't wait for the shots. She was the one who wanted to decide the points. She deserved to win." Veterans in the semis Lucic-Baroni, Serena Williams, 35 and Venus Williams, 36, give the semifinals a distinctly older look than usual. CoCo Vandeweghe, at 25, has bucked the trend. Coupling Serena Williams' form and Lucic-Baroni's leg, the latter's journey -- at least on court in Melbourne -- is expected to come to an end. The last time they played was in 1998 at Wimbledon, prior to their careers going different ways. "I remember winning," said Serena, edging ever closer to surpassing Graf's Open Era haul of majors. "I was so excited because I was so young. She was super young, too." Visit cnn.com/tennis for more news and video Lucic-Baroni vows to compete the way she says she always does. 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