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bonny-kookoo · 6 months

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Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 1

Something's not quite right anymore.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, Angst [Tags will be different for every part!]

Length: 1k Words

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"I'm gonna heat up some leftovers, do you want some, kook?" You call out- but there's no answer, causing you to sigh as your shoulders slump down.

It's been going like this for a good while now- your boyfriend and young gaming enthusiast too invested in everything but you at this point, a total contrast to how he used to be. People would tease him for constantly bringing you up in every conversation left and right, but these days, both directions of his are filled with other things he seemingly deems more important than you. And it's not like you're asking for much- but he by now even forgets to say goodnight, instead focused on whatever he's doing on his laptop and pc or phone.

You're not sure what happened. It's like you've gone back to being just roommates and nothing more than that.

You still plate up a portion of the leftovers for him, despite no reaction coming from the game designer in the other room- just like you always do. It's like you're just a maid, cleaning after him and feeding him every day, and it's frustrating. It reminds you of what you swore yourself you'd never be- you don't want to be tied down to a guy like that, who's just gonna become lazy and won't appreciate you being there for him. That's not the life you want to live.

And yet, you also love him, and you know he's not usually like this. So what changed?

You walk into his room where his equipment is all set up, knocking on the doorway to try and get his attention. He hums a reply, leans over a bit- but he doesn't ever move his eyes away from the screen, blue-light filtering glasses on the bridge of his nose reflecting what he sees. "...warmed up some food." You mumble, as you set the plate and cutlery down on his table- exchanging it for the dirty dishes from this morning. He's working from home these days, and that hurts- because you've been taking time off for once to spend it with him, just to end up taking on another job it feels like.

Full time maid. Huh.

"Thanks." He mumbles, and you just take the other dishes with a sigh, moving to leave- when he whines, and leans over, one of his hands leaving the keyboard to tap his cheek- and you can't help yourself but lean in to kiss it, thinking it might be a sign that he's coming out of his odd hibernation. But he just smiles for a moment before he grows focused again, shutting you out once more as you leave the room to go back into the kitchen to wash the dishes in the sink.

Moments like these are the worst.

It's like he keeps luring you back in with the tiniest of things to keep you hooked, keep you hoping that things might just be getting better- and then they won't, but you've got your fix so you feel at least somewhat satiated. And another part that's been severely lacking, is intimacy.

If he ever actually graces you with any kind of attention in bed, it's usually when you're both about to go to sleep. It's sloppy, tired, exhaustion clear in him even though some might argue that he's just sitting in front of a screen all day. But you know he's not- he's working hard, and it's his dream job, too, so of course he's putting in extra effort to make it count and make sure his work can't ever be replaced. And if it was just that- determination towards his own career- you wouldn't be this upset. But he's got time.

Clearly. He goes out with his friends here and there, but he never has time for you. Like he chooses to ignore you.

It's also odd that he suddenly has such a huge workload on himself, when before, he's not even been working this hard if he had to crunch towards a deadline. No, these days it appears as if he's working all the time- and it's caused even a moment that left him more than embarrassed, body so worn out and under the pressure of whatever stress he's going through, that he just.. couldn't get it up.

Maybe that's it?

No, it really can't be. You're made sure he knew that you didn't mind it, that you understood and that you'd probably even forget it soon anyways. And that night, he still slept close to you, didn't seem too upset about it anymore as he held you like always, snoring away until the alarm clock woke both of you back up at five AM sharp.

This is stupid. What's really going on?

It's late when he finally emerges from his office, entering the bedroom where you're already under the covers, and from the way he's still dressed, it's clear that he isn't coming to bed any time soon. "Kook, no.." You whine, reaching out for him as he opens the dresser to take a fresh shirt out. "You've been working all day!" You complain, but he just sighs, as he changes shirts, turning around after he's finished throwing the black fabric over his upper body. He crawls onto the bed close to you, pecks your lips- and you hate it.

Because the way you does it feels like an apology for what's to come.

"I know, but I already told the boys I'd be out.." He hums against your lips, and you're really trying hard to keep him, hands on his cheek moving to snake around his neck. "I won't be back too late." He promises, but you just pout at him, making him attempt to kiss it away. And for a moment, you feel like you might have a chance-

But then he chuckles and parts from you, leaning back.

"Now go to bed baby." He smiles, getting up to walk towards the bedroom door. "I'll be quiet when I come back, yeah?" He asks, and you just turn around to hide under the covers, huffing a somewhat answer out.

Unaware that deep down, it really pains him to treat you this way. But it'll be worth it.

He'll make sure of it.

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mono-dot-jpeg · 7 months

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listening - stellaron hunters

summary; you cannot see the reality in front of you but you can hear it. and yet it sounds so painful.

genre/extra tags; headcanons, angst ig?, hurt/comfort (questionably executed), reader has torchwick's (rwby) cane weapon thing but not really, reader has the hunt path and lighting as combat type, i'm seeing in 4d right now with how im setting this specific reader up rn, actual lore executed badly

[platonic] [teen reader] [gender neutral]

[warnings; mentions of eye injuries, insecurities/doubts about one's self, weapons mentioned quite a bit]

[buy me a kofi]

a/n; sorry this took me almost a month (maybe longer depending on when i finish this work). got distracted very quickly by other things and then i got writer's block for a while. whatever so. i'll describe reader's weapon in the headcanons, don't worry. hope you enjoy.

you were an unexpected addition to the hunters. i mean you're so young compared to everyone else, what makes you so adamant on joining this group

i guess we'll never know /ref

but like all the hunters, you hold power just as heavy as the rest.

of course it wasn't for free. you worked hard in your homeland and you earned your path and power.

but you wanted to find something. something was missing.

you didn't know what.

but then you found the stellaron hunters.

you heard about the stellaron and you wanted to know more. you wanted to see it.

and somehow, elio had accepted you.

and you were now a hunter.

before you lost your sight, you were very skilled with tech like silver wolf. you loved making weapons or machinery

you worked behind the scenes and on the stage, so to speak

your preferred weapon was a sniper. and occasionally if you felt lazy, you would have a small turret by your side that would do the work for you

but imagine the absolute devastation you felt when you lost your eyesight in the middle of a mission. or more like during the mission

with your power, it was powerful but unstable

you could kill one enemy with ease but that would require high control with your lightning and careful aim with your sniper

unfortunately you have to control the lightning through your hands on onto the sniper so when you aim down the sights (i dont know how to describe it other than in gamer terms) that lightning has a chance to backfire and hit your eye

through that you managed to lose your sight overtime but this mission accelerated it

and you never felt so devastated

your power betrayed you and on top of that, it was in the middle of a battle and the enemies took an opportunity to take you down quickly.

blade and kafka were there to help clean up at least

but they couldn't handle the lost mess you were

"why can't i see anymore? why?" was the only mutters they heard from you

when you were taken back to base, you were attended to, much to your dismay and fear.

your usually hard headed behavior crumbled within 10 mins after you lost your vision

you felt weak

you felt helpless

you didn't feel strong anymore

your eyes were no longer functional, there's an irregular pattern that traces over your eyes and there's faint marks over the eye area you used the most for sniping.

blade describes the pattern as an angry lightning storm that doesn't end

and when you're done being cared for, you don't leave your room

when you do, you're dragged by kafka or silverwolf (occasionally blade but he just carries you roughly)

you feel like a burden every time you sit at the meeting table

you can hear everything with your vision gone

and you hate it

you want to see again but you know you won't

eventually you find your courage to start to navigate the base on your own

you find yourself in your abandoned lab with blade by your side

"stop frowning like that"

"that's a lot coming from you"

"you're really going to let this eye sight stop you?"

"well i can't exactly wield metal anymore. and i can't use my sniper rifle cane, what do you think i should do, boy genius?"

you feel him open your hand to show your palm and you feel a cold metal touch your hand. you start feeling it properly.

"this is my sniper rifle, blade."

"well, maybe it doesn't have to serve as a sniper. you don't need to take the first shot to kill."

and with that in mind, you become like a follow-up attacker

you train endlessly to improve yourself as much as possible.

you ask silver wolf to help you modify your weapon to work for you (you kind of backseated her about it despite being unable to see what she was doing)

and you now have a multi-functioning cane.

it functions as a gun, a mobility cane to help you walk and "see", and a melee weapon if you hit someone hard enough (which isn't really hard since it's made of a lightweight metal)

and of course if worse comes to worse and you need to deal with a bunch of enemies at once, it can release a powerful strike of lightning (similar to jingyuan ult). you have to let go of your cane so you don't get hurt but ehh small price to pay to save your ass, you know?

i think that since you're a teen in this, the hunters don't really pay attention to your feelings as well as they should

none of them really know how to comfort a teen. which makes sense.

blade and silver wolf are blunt in their own ways

kafka is very avoidant or she speaks so confusingly that you dont even bother

but when they really see you visit your unused lab everyday, they slowly start to understand that you had a part of you taken and you won't ever live your life the way you want to

but surely this is the work of elio. elio knew this was coming, and he knew you would be fine.

it takes a while for the others to tell you that you're not the burden you think you are. they try their best to comfort you even if it's really awkward bc they don't know how to comfort you properly yet

but you appreciated it.

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #honkai blade x reader #honkai star rail blade x reader #honkai star rail blade #hsr blade #honkai kafka #kafka x reader #hsr kafka #kafka honkai star rail #hsr silver wolf #silver wolf x reader #silver wolf

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sakusafilm · 2 years

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in which kiyoomi sakusa is inlove with you.

fem!reader, fluff, angst, established relationship, mentions of cheating, suggestive (?), not good with tags im new here im so sawrry 😩, just pain (did not proofread this btw)

part 2

sakusa is inlove with you.

no one knows how and why it happened. he just woke up one day, and somehow, his grade conscious classmate looked and felt different. your eyes are sparkling, your lips made his stupid heart race, your voice isn't so annoying anymore. he doesn't care if you take his coffee, but will put atsumu to hell if he ever does that. he doesn't care if you play with his curls, but will look at people with disgust if they do that to him.

god, he is inlove with you.

so when he asked you out on a date when the both of you turned 3rd year, you couldn't reject it. because maybe you felt the same, you love him too. you love his introvert ass who hated attention but still turned out to be japan's number one ace at such a young age, initially getting all the attention around itachiyama and the whole prefecture. you love taking his coffee away from him just because you're too lazy to get yours from itachiyama's bending machine that is literally just outside your classroom. you love his curls, they're cute and makes him look prettier. you love his paralleled moles in his forehead, kissing it when he falls asleep in your lap.

from then, the relationship that you two had was stable. it was mature, understanding, all-knowing. full of trust. his fangirls hated you, but you couldn't care less because you were so sure that kiyoomi sakusa only ever loved you. he never missed a day in assuring you.

“kiyoomi, can we take a selfie?” a regular watcher of his games approached after the match. you know the girl, you've seen her too many times. you're even sure that even your boyfriend knows her already. she always asks for a picture after the game, like today. especially today. because itachiyama just won their match and will finally had the chance to claim the championship in the interhigh again after falling short last seasons.

sakusa eyes you, waiting for a response. you almost laughed before nodding at him. he didn't really have to do that. you really don't mind. but, you think its his way of giving respect for to you.

they took a selfie again and bid their thank yous after. kiyoomi immediately pulled himself out of the crowd to finally go to you, pulling you into a tight hug. he's fucking sweaty, but still smells like mint and fruit. you couldn't pinpoint what fruit. you just know that this perfume came from jo malone. his personal favorite.

“congrats, baby.” you whispered, pressing a kiss on his cheeks.

omi chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead, “thank you, and thank you for watching. how was the admission exam?”

“i still don't know. results will be out in a month but i'm pretty confident. i reviewed a lot.” you answered. you came to the game after finishing a qualifying exam to tokyo university. if sakusa wants to build a career in volleyball, your dream was to build a career in medicine. two completely different paths, but you couldn't imagine going through it without him.

he nodded, “i'm sure you'll be accepted. it's you.”

“i hope so, omi.”

life was surely unpredictable... and cruel. that year, itachiyama failed to bring home the championship once again. kiyoomi wouldn't take it to heart for a long time, you know that. but with the results of the admission exam being released on the same day and figuring out that you did not get in to your dream university— that hurts him more.

seeing you sob quietly in your dorm as he hugs you tight. it hurts more for him.

sakusa knows the security he has with volleyball, that even if he failed today, that loss won't define his whole career after training so hard for years. as long as he did his best, he won't have any regrets. your situation was different. tokyo university is your childhood dream. you prepared your whole life for this. pulled all-nighters, drank tons of caffeine for examinations, wrote your reviewers until your hands calouses appears, tried to get all the extracurricular activities that could give you extra merits, and still... you failed.

kiyoomi doesn't know what to say. god, he's just equally heartbroken for you. he hates seeing you like this.

“do you want something to eat?” he finally gathered the courage to speak after you calmed down for a bit, “you haven't eaten your dinner, baby. tell me what you want, i'll go for a drive and come back immediately.”

“i am not hungry, kiyoomi.” you told him.

“even if you are not, it's bad to skip dinner without a proper diet. i'll get you something light and come back, is that okay?” he asked, yet tightens his hug around you, “i love you so much. you are amazing, and hardworking and i know that these words won't be able to comfort you right now. but i hope you know that i believe in you. i still believe in you. your dreams will still be possible,”

“it hurts so much...” you started tearing up again, “i worked so hard for it...”

“i know. i know, baby,” sakusa whispered, “i love you...”

“we won't be going to the same uni anymore, omi.” you told him. kiyoomi sakusa is being recruited to tokyo university's mens volleyball team. it would be perfect to attend the same school with him again. but this time, it would be impossible.

“that's nothing.” he answers, “nothing will change.”

with kiyoomi sakusa, everything felt easier. even if you feel horrible today, you know that you will feel better tomorrow with him around. he helps you in every single thing. breakfast, ironing, gym— which is his favorite thing to do back then, and even tying your shoelaces.

you were together at every stage of your lives. prom, graduation, graduation ball, his acceptance in tokyo university because of his outstanding performance in both academics and volleyball, your acceptance in osaka university. his mvp award at the japan national collegiate volleyball championship, his recruitment in msby black jackals.

“congrats, omi,” you chuckled, hugging him tight, “it's not a surprise but i am so proud of you.”

“you always say that it's not a surprise whenever i win something,” he chuckled.

“because it's not!” you said, “that's just japan's number one ace for you... doing his thing...” you cupped his cheeks, “i can't wait to watch you at the olympics. you'll be there sooner than you expected, i just know.”

kiyoomi held your hand a planted a soft kiss on your knuckles, bringing butterflies in your stomach as he whispers, “i'll marry you.”

silence embraced the two of you. you didn't know how to respond to that. you're unsure if that's just a spur of the moment statement or he actually meant it. sakusa stares back at your eyes, “i'll marry you, once you're ready.”

“you will?” you pulled youself together and smiled at him.

he nodded, “just watch, i will really marry you.”

“you can wait? let's say... for eight more years?” you asked. it was a joke, but it's not impossible considering the amount of time that you have to dedicate to become a doctor.

“i can wait for a hundred years and i won't change my mind, baby.” kiyoomi answered and smiled, “eight years is a piece of fucking cake. i do not care, as long as i will marry you after all of this.”

you believe him. because that's kiyoomi sakusa.

he never once failed you. always keeping his word, always running to you. even after a match, if he knows that you're on a graveyard shift for your internship, he will visit you just to give you food and coat. in which some of your colleagues giggled over. it's rare to see msby black jackals' most promising rookie.

you yawned, “thank you for coming today. i know you're tired from the game.”

“not anymore,” he chuckled, pulling you into a tight hug, “i hope you're taking care of yourself. you should sleep and eat properly, you big baby.”

“you too.” you chuckled, “and don't take atsumu seriously all the damn time, that's why he's always making fun of you,”

kiyoomi made a face, “wanna take you home...”

“i'm sorry, i have to finish my shift.” you hugged him tighter. you miss him too, so much, that it's killing you. the both of you have been very busy with you doing your internship and omi consistently training for his matches. you miss him so much. you want to go home with him too. you want to kiss him for the whole night and make love. but you have to prioritize your internship first.

“no need to apologize, i understand, baby.” he whispered.

being with omi is like sailing in a calm sea. there's no reason to be afraid because you know that whatever happens, you'll see each other home. at the end of the day, you'll take a peaceful sleep beside him, with his arms around you and making you feel safe. you'll welcome another cozy and lazy morning with him, brushing your teeth as a morning routine and showering butterfly kisses to each other.

kiyoomi tugs your bottom lip using his, chuckling at that before showering kisses on your neck. this is just another weekend where the both of you doesn't have anything to do and when he's bored, he does the most unbelievable things. like putting hickeys on your neck.

“kiyoomi!” you laughed, “i have work tomorrow...”

“stop talking about work.” he said, “kiss me.”

you reached for his nape, pulling him close and chuckling with him as your lips collided with his once again. kissing sakusa is like hearing fireworks. it's been years since your first kiss, but the effect it had on you is still the same. when he starts caressing your waist, igniting the flame even more, you know you'd end up under his mercy once again.

he loves hearing you call his name desparately, begging him to give you what you want. it is the only moment where you're reversed because kiyoomi knows that beyond all of this, he's always the one who will answer all of your whims. sometimes, he thinks that he's more head over heels for you and that's okay. he loves being head over heels for you. he loves being inlove with you.

every summer, you and kiyoomi would go to your favorite beach, spending a day or two beside the quiet shore. taking each other's pictures using your film camera. after that, you would take the film rolls and have it processed, putting it in a memory box you kept through the years.

“we have to buy a new box, kiyoomi,” you said, taking a look at your old photographs with him, “i remember this!”

“when was that?” sakusa asked, “oh! your fangirl phase!”

“suck it up, i was never your fangirl.” you told him and laughed, “everyone would go gaga over you in itachiyama but i am not one of them. i never understood the hype...”

he made a face towards you, “you're lucky.”

“you're luckier, i literally had a crush on inarizaki's captain back then and i still ended up with your lucky ass...” you chuckled, “let's get a new box next weekend.”

his eyebrows furrowed, “who the fuck?”

you burst out laughing at his reaction.

kiyoomi sakusa easily gets jealous. something you will never understand because you know that he knows that you will only ever love him. still, when you seem so close to his teammates, like miya atsumu, he will start feeling something hateful in his stomach.

one time, you visited kiyoomi in his training with the jackals and brought food for the whole team. they have a match with adlers next week, with hinata shoyo playing his game for the first time. you know hinata from high school, he made such an impression in his games but he's very different from your boyfriend who doesn't seem to approachable at first glance.

miya atsumu, on the other hand, ate the food you brought immediately, giving comments as if he's a professional food guru and bokuto came mocking him. it's easy to be friends with omi's teammates.

“omi-omi's not in a good mood!” until atsumu pointed that out again. you looked over to your boyfriend who has this annoyed look on his face, trying to make the volley ball hit the floor harder than what he usually does, when it hits the floor and it made such a loud thud, atsumu gasps, “calm the fuck down, sakusa! you're nasty!”

atsumu leans forward to your ear, “he's jealous.”

“right.” you chuckled and sighed, watching kiyoomi.

he ignored you all throughout, doesn't even spare you a glance once you reach home and went straight to bed after cleaning up. lying down, you tried to hug his waist but he pushed your hands away, “omi, i don't even know why you're so worked up.”

“ask miya, maybe he'd know since you're best friends with him.” he uttered, yawning.

“you're jealous of atsumu? come on, be serious!” you said, laughing, “atsumu? really?”

“shut up.” he firmly said, “i'm going to sleep.”

“so we are not gonna talk about this and go to sleep like this? okay,” you scoffed, “i visited you, not anyone else. i am trying to be friends with them because they are your friends too, omi. i'm sorry.”

you lied down, turning your back away from him as well. the shut up was a little harsh. you couldn't help but tear up a little because of the frustration. you know that sakusa can be quite a handful with his choice of words and you understand that it's a bit of a struggle for him to communicate but it's still hurts. he's not always like this but when he is, you know that he's seriously mad.

your tears quietly fell through your cheeks to your pillow. you hate fighting with kiyoomi. you hate enduring a cold night when it could've been warm with him beside you. you hate nights like this, and kiyoomi hates it just as much. so, he turns over and slowly hugged you.

“i'm sorry, that was mean.” he whispered, “god, i'm so petty... i'm so sorry, baby...”

you faced him, his lips parted when he saw a stain of tears beside your eyes. he immediately pulled you into a tight hug, “i'm sorry. i should've been more thankful that you took the time to visit us when—”

“no, no,” you immediately stopped him, “your feelings are valid too, baby.”

he sighed, “but it wasn't valid to be that rude. i'm sorry,”

kiyoomi is prideful. everyone knows that. he has a reason for that. but, when it comes to you, he will always fold and eventually give in.

the love you had for each other isn't perfect. in fact, it's the complete opposite. it's flawed, so flawed that the both of you endured so many things. the stagnant days, the worst days. days when you want to walk away, days when he wants to be alone. your love is so flawed and that's okay, because a perfect relationship is nonexistent. a perfect relationship is fictional.

your love is flawed, but you kept choosing each other everyday.

“i failed. again.”

“baby, it's okay. you can always try again. let's not get tired. you can still—”

“you don't understand, sakusa.” kiyoomi's ears rang as you call him again by his last name, he stared at your empty eyes, swollen from crying the whole day. he didn't know. fuck, he didn't know. he was busy with training and their coach took their phones away.

“baby, i know. but—”

“you do not understand because you never felt like a failure.” you said, “because you are good at everything you do. because your dreams are not dreams anymore, they are already your reality. you don't understand.”

“what do you mean, then?” he asks, “that i did not work hard for this? nothing was handed to me in a silver platter. i went to tokyo university because i worked hard for it. i was able to achieve shit because i worked hard for it! and i am not saying that you did not work hard for this just because you failed but please stop invalidating my hard work!”

tears started streaming down your face, “don't put words in my mouth.”

“i am tired of this,” he remarked.

“me too.” you answered back, catching his eyes.

but what happens when you stop choosing each other everyday? what happens if love isn't enough anymore? what happens if it gets too tiring? what happens it kiyoomi sakusa isn't in love with you anymore?

“what happened to us?” you whispered under your breath, in the silence of the apartment and his guilty eyes, kiyoomi shook his head, unable to answer the question. you looked at him. the curly haired boy who used to love you so much felt like a stranger.

it has been three months. three months of trying to make things work out for the sake of invested time and memories. three months of trying to feel his warmth, three months of trying to run after him, three months of trying to know him again. but each second and millisecond of those three months just felt like he's further drifting away.

“there's someone else, right?” you asked.

he shuts his eyes and the silence answered you. oh my fucking god, it hurts. you don't even know how much it hurts, but it hurts, nonetheless. it hurts so much that you felt it in your veins, in your bones. it hurts so much because you already knew— this is over. and he's just waiting for you to walk away so he doesn't have to.

you stood up, “i'll... be going.”

“where? baby...” fuck you. your hands are shaking as you look at him again in disbelief. sakusa stands up, looking at you again, “i can leave instead—”

“no, this is your apartment. i'll leave.” you firmly said. silence embraced the two of you again and you wished for this to end already. it's too much, too much. you turned your back and immediately took the things you could for the meantime. sakusa waits in the sala.

your sobs became more clear when you saw the memory box below the bed. all of this... just to end it so horribly. all of this... just for it to be nothing. all of this... just for him to kiss another woman just because you're in a slump. all of this... just for him to fell out of love.

and there's nothing you can do.

was it your fault? was it his fault? was it anyone's fault? was it because of the things you said after failing the licensure examination? you were unsure. because you're sure as hell that no matter what the fuck is his reason, you do not deserve this bullshit.

maybe you make things complicated. maybe it was just a simple equation after all.

because maybe, sakusa kiyoomi just really fell out of love.

“i'm sorry,” he whispered once you went out of the room, preparing to really leave this apartment where you built your dreams together, “i'm really really sorry.”

you looked at him, “what went wrong, omi?”

he shuts his eyes tightly, before looking at yours again, “i don't love you anymore.”

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toescratches · 10 months

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The Sinclair brothers have work to do. A couple of tourists adventure into town. But unfortunately after they've been hunted down and cleaned up, the brothers come across more work and more problems. That being the now abandoned baby in the car. (SHOULD I CHANGE THE SUMMARY AT THIS POINT?!?!?!)

Tw: Bo is Bo, they're slashers what do you expect, they won't kill the baby obv, the baby is a girl or AFAB, Vincent is here 😱, Lester bbg is here 🤭, they're conflicted, timeskipping cuz I'm lazy, lots of cursing, prolly awkward and cringe but idk, sorry this is short

tags:@wheresmyson @kitty11sstuffig @swaggbella @imnotevenherern00100 @kait0sicecre4m @peyton-peyton @wildaces @small-sinclair @santa-carla-boardwalk-1987 @number1120 @blurrymango

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{timeskipping to toddler age😨}

Bo sipped his beer as he sat on living room couch and watched TV. The thunder loudly rumbled outside and made it feel like the whole house shook.

He took another big swig out of his bottle, in the background, the television kept making loud noises of the show playing.

Suddenly his attention is stolen by the sound of little feet, coming down the stairs. Bo looks to his right, up at the end of the staircase.

"Y/N? You know you're supposed to be in bed." Bo yells at the staircase as he turns down the volume of the TV.

A loud, pitiful and annoyed whine sounds down the stairs.

Bo sighs and stands up. He turns off the TV and walks to the bottom of the stairs. He spots the little girl, sitting at the top of stairs with a pout.

"C'mon baby... You gonna go to bed or do I have to take you...?" Bo asks with hands on his hips.

Y/N whines again. "But Daaaddyyy–! It's scary!" She pouts.

"What scary, sweetie?" He softly questions and begins to mske his way up the stairs, towards his young child.

She points down at the window.

"Oh, the thunder?" He coos at her.

Y/N sniffs and nod her head.

"Well how about... I'll take you back to our room and I'll help you sleep? Okay?" Bo asks with a raised eyebrow.

She nods her head with a frown and reaches her hands up to Bo, wanting to be picked up. Bo chuckles. He reaches down to hus daughter, picking her up by her armpits. He places the little girl on his hip and kisses his forehead.

A loud thunder sounds from outside and scares Y/N, making her flinch. Y/N curles up against her father's side and Bo softly smiles at this.

"You sleepy, baby?" He asks and caresses her head. He gets a nod as a answer.

"Okay, let's go to sleep." He sofly smiles and walks up the stairs, and to their room. Bo gently pushes the bedroom door open, and steps inside, with his daughter on his hip. He puts her down on her bed, next to his own.

"There you go..." Bo whispers and tucks her in. He puts the soft blanket over her, handing her, her teddy.

Y/N tightly hugs the teddy bear. and turns to lay on her side, to look at her father.

"I don't like the storm..." She whispers to him. (how do toddlers speak💀)

"Oh me neither, baby... But don't worry. I'll be here so you can go to sleep..." He whispers down to her and caresses her cheek.

She nods with a yawn. Bo smiles softly at her and leans down to kiss the girl's cheek.

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Bo waits, sitting on the side of her bed, till she falls asleep.

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Im so sorry I didn't write anymore, I was so bored 😭

PLEASE SUGGEST ME SUMMARIES AND IDEAD ETC!!!

i didn't know what else to write

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honeybleed · 9 months

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resolve ⋆ jean kirstein

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, black-coded reader, modern au, injuries (reader busts her ass in da shower), break up & reconciliation. too lazy for smut but suggestive here and dere

author’s note: jean kinda hotheaded and mean here soz but tagging my fellow comrades @potofstewie @angelktski @junevenile @chrollohearttags in the great Horse Face War of 1853 😼❤️ @digitalreblogs an eren connie girlie but she gets a tag 😹💓

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The two of you entered the apartment in absolute silence. So much so, you could hear a pin drop. The car journey home wasn't any better.

"I'll be on my way." Jean said, coldly as he stood in the doorway. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"The least you could do is look at me, Jean." You said, voice faltering. You tried to pull him inside but he stood frigid. Unmoving.

"Why? So I can remember the face of my girlfriend who had no issue leaving my side to flirt with her ex all night?" He said, through gritted teeth, the vein in his forehead pulsing.

"I'm sorry, I really am but I wasn't unfaithful to you, I didn't do anything inappropriate with him. Please understand that.." You pleaded, on the verge of tears as you desperately tugged his arm.

"Keep provoking me and you're going to make me unleash the ugly side you really won't like." He hissed.

He looked down at you, as he notice your lip quiver slightly and tears gloss over your eyes.

The last thing he ever would want is to make you cry. He felt like crap but you hurt him, immensely.

He yanked his arm away from your grip and turned away to let out an irritated sigh.

"Just...give me some space. I need time." He said as he ran his fingers through his hair, frustratedly.

"Don't leave me, please..." You babbled, tears streaming down your face. "It's just a misunderstanding, it's all-"

Door slam.

"Please…"

You had to adjust to single life again.

“I lived alone before Jean, and I’m sure I can live alone after." You thought to yourself as you absentmindedly gazed out the window, reminiscing on the events of the past few days.

You had left your purse at home and realised halfway through your shift. So you headed back during your break while co-worker took over your shift.

Your gait began to slow down as you approached the street of your apartment. Your brows furrowed when you saw a few boxes on the pavement and Connie stood by Jean’s car.

Connie called out your name in surprise as his eyes widened. "I thought you were at work?" He stuttered, his voice getting high-pitched with an uneasy laugh.

"...I’m on break, I left something at home." You responded, narrowing your eyes suspiciously. "What are you doing here?"

Connie took a nervous glance at the entrance of the building, as Jean walked out carrying a large box, with a few shoeboxes piled up.

As soon as you and Jean made eye contact, you froze. Feeling your heart hammer in your chest.

He let out a sigh and made his way over to put the boxes in the trunk of the car as you stared in complete and utter disbelief.

"You...were going to just leave while I was gone?" You stuttered, in shock.

"I told you Y/N, we're on a break. Don’t act so surprised." He said haughtily, as he slammed the trunk shut.

"You sure as hell didn't tell me you were moving out!" You exclaimed.

"Don’t make a scene. I’m just crashing at Connie’s for a few days."

And with that, he walked away and got in the passenger seat. Connie pulled an apologetic face and followed suit.

Nothing felt worth it anymore.

You had gotten in full glam and had went clubbing with your friends but all you could think of was Jean.

Any song that came on, reminded you of when he would pull you against him on the dance floor and kiss like nobody was watching.

How he would shamelessly touch you up during a number and it would get you so hot and bothered that you'd rush into the backseat of his car for an impromptu make out session which then lead onto other things.

How he never drank because he always wanted to be the responsible one no matter what.

The car journeys home he would always stop at a gas station and let you pick any snacks you wanted.

You let out a sigh as you felt the all too familiar lump in your throat and chest beginning to tighten.

"I am always fucking crying..!" You thundered to yourself, punching the side of the bathroom stall.

After you recollected yourself after that little moment, you leaned your head against the window on the cab drive home.

"I think you shouldn't invite me out again." You had told your friend in the backseat.

"Babe, I don't want you at home sulking every evening..!" She slurred as she threw her arms around you.

She was a clingy drunk whereas you were an emotional drunk.

"I don't sulk.." You tittered.

There were a few knocks on the door.

"God who is at the door at this time?! It's almost 11...!" You cried out, wincing in pain.

Instantly regretting the idea of showering before bed because you were so uncoordinated and clumsy, you slipped and crashed everything all the products pelted onto you and made sounds almost similar to thunder.

You mustered the last of your strength to pull yourself up to switch off the faucet but it was no use.

You were stuck in that position, because all movements hurt like a bitch.

"Y/N? You home? I texted you and I'm not getting any response!" Jean called out. He thumped on the door again.

He let out a frustrated sigh at the silence and hung his head. He then placed his ear on the door and could hear a pattering of water.

"Fuck it." He muttered.

Jean had thrown himself into work following your break, it ate him up inside as much as it did you, but the last thing he wanted to do was throw out mixed signals.

If he was the one who wanted a break, he had to adhere to giving you space.

"Look, I'm coming in okay? I just need to get some files I left there."

He reluctantly took the spare key from underneath the plant pot.

"I told her about this." He muttered under his breath as he entered the apartment.

"WHO IS THERE?!" He heard a voice cry out from the bathroom.

"Y/N, it's me, Jean! Maybe you would know if you actually picked up your phone!"

"Help me, please!"

His eyes widened in alarm at the sound of your voice. He rushed over but paused.

"What’s wrong?! Can I come in?" He exclaimed, frantically.

"I’m naked, but yes.." You groaned.

He pushed the door open and saw you slouched in the corner of the tub, shower head still running as your shoulder was at an unnatural angle.

"Did you slip?" He asked voice panicked, eyes still wide in fear as he crouched beside the tub.

"Yes...it hurts to move.." You sniffled.

"Okay, just wait a second. I'll get you a towel." He said, firmly to compose himself as he turned off the faucet.

As he leaned over to slowly assist you out of the tub, he frowned.

"Have you been drinking?!" He hissed as he caught a whiff of the strong spirits you'd downed earlier.

"Yeah.." You said, meekly. Not finding any point in lying or defending yourself.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Do you know how irresponsible you have to be to fucking shower? You should've slept it off!" He ranted as he settled you on the closed toilet seat.

"I'm sorry okay? It's just that everybody else was drunk too so..I didn't have...you.." You trailed off.

He glared at you and patted you dry with the towel.

"That's not an excuse and you know it. You're an adult, so act like one."

You giggled.

"I never told you how adorable you are when you get into Mom mode and nag me, did I?"

"Whatever." He huffed. "What clothes do you want? I'll dress you before I call the paramedics."

"Just your college sweatshirt and shorts."

He pursed his lips as he held them in his hands. He had to not try to think too much of it, but it was difficult.

After he dried you and dressed you, he gently picked you up, trying his hardest not to cause you any pain. He placed you onto the couch this time.

"They're coming soon, okay?" He said after he hung up, arms folded. "Just sit tight."

Panic morphed into irritation.

He looked around at the state of your apartment, glancing at the golden slip dress and heels you had thrown on the floor.

"I would've tidied up, if I knew you were coming." You muttered, sheepishly.

"I didn't say anything."

"You didn't need to." You immediately hissed in pain when you accidentally tried to turn away.

"Careful.." He warned.

"Why are you here anyways?" You questioned.

"I told you, I left some files here. That's all. And speaking of which, the number of things that have pissed me off since I came back here...why do you have your spare key in the most obvious area? Any murderer or creep could've broken in here!"

"Okay, I'm sorry!" You sighed, struggling to meet his eye.

"I don't think you get it. I'm not here anymore Y/N. There isn't anybody for you to depend upon so you need to start taking care of yourself! Maybe I took the lead a bit too much in our relationship because it seems like you're struggling with day-to-day life!"

"Since when do you fucking care?" You seethed.

"I do care about you, for Christ's sake. You think just because we break up I want god-awful things to happen to you?! Real mature Y/N."

"If you cared, you would've tried to fix things with me instead of trying to sneak away like a COWARD!"

"What the hell is there to repair when you are in love with your EX!" He bellowed, and a heavy silence fell over the two at his accusation.

Your argument was put to an end when there was a knock at your front door.

“I guess that’ll be them.” You said, lowly.

“…Yeah.” He responded, then made his way to open the door.

"Well...the good news is it's just a mild sprain." The nurse said with a gentle smile. "A few days of rest, compressing and ice and it’ll be fine.”

“That’s a relief.” He said to the nurse, with a grin. He’d been sneaking glances at you but hadn’t said a word.

"I don't love him." You finally spoke, after the nurse left the bay to fetch a compression bandage.

"Huh?"

"I don't love him. And I wanted to be extra careful with you. I wanted it to go smoothly, just saying I love you is a very heavy thing and I don't wanna throw it around just because we're fighting."

"It's fine." He sighed.

“It’s not, Jean. I just…I didn’t see him in a while.”

“Y/N..just leave it. Don’t apologise, I’m just..an idiot sometimes. You’ve never given me a reason not to trust you.”

“…Jean.”

He took a step closer to cup the side of your face, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“I think…you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And you’ll leave me.”

You wanted to tell him it was silly. But for some reason, your tongue felt heavy.

You suddenly heard the curtain yank and Jean backed away.

“Am I interrupting something?” The nurse said with a giggle. “Good news, you lovebirds can be on your way. But Missy here has to take a week off to recover. I take it you’ll be her guardian, Mr. Boyfriend?”

You were about to speak, and say you’d probably have to call a family member or something but Jean beat you to the punch.

“That’s fine by me. Come on, honey. Let’s get you home.” He said, with a smile.

“…Jean?” You questioned as he tucked you into bed when you reached your apartment after you were discharged.

“Mhm?”

“Why…? I thought…we broke up..” You said, a little awkwardly.

“Look, I know you. And the last thing you want is to move back to your family’s home for the week. So just let me handle this.”

“Okay.” You said, not arguing.

“Night.” He said, switching off the light in your room, and shutting the door behind him to sleep on the couch.

The next few days, Jean became your new guardian while you recovered.

"You sure you haven't got work?" You questioned as he dashed around the kitchen, cooking lunch.

"I can work from home." He scoffed. "I never took off-days so they trust me. Nobody even knows we broke up apart from our friends."

It was only a week. A week with no affection or intimacy, yet somehow the days of the man being your caretaker, helping you get better was better than your last days of being boyfriend and girlfriend.

You forgot how much he could make you laugh. And not the coy giggles when you looked up at him through your lashes with a come-hither look.

It was an ugly snort, and belly and sides aching type of laughter.

It was torturous too. After the sprain, the nurse said every few hours you had to put an icepack on your shoulder.

When you sat on the edge of your bed with Jean sat behind you, your top off just to provide ease of access for him to press it there for about fifteen to twenty minutes, your brain was not helping.

Your imagination ran wild, and you pictured the most obscene images with him from your past.

You wondered to yourself if he felt the same way. Perhaps, because every instance with the icepack he pursed his lips and didn’t say a word.

He was holding back.

You had a final check-up to see if everything was fine and if you healed okay, which thankfully you were.

“How’s Connie?” You questioned as the two of you walked upstairs.

“Honestly, I forgot how much of a slob he is at times. Drives me nuts.” He chuckled as he shook his head. “But it reminds me of college, which is fun.”

He stood outside the door, hesitant.

“Jean, stop being ridiculous. You’ve been here all week, what gives? Or are you a vampire and I have to invite you in again?”

“No, it’s just..”

“Don’t let me go again.” You heard a voice in your head whisper. “Don’t make me be the one to beg.”

You hoped the way you watched him as he struggled to say something conveyed that.

“I’m sorry…” He said, shakily.

“Stop apologising…please…” You responded, still gazing at him.

His light brown eyes, reminiscent of amber flitted from your own eyes, then down to your lips and back to your eyes again.

“Can I kiss you?” He murmured, voice low which caused a coil to begin to form in your stomach and your thighs to press together.

Jean Kirstein drove you insane.

“Yes…” You replied, voice hoarse. It felt like years as he edged closer to lean in but his lips finally touched yours, very gently and softly. As if you would shatter if he was too strong.

His large hands cupped the side of your face to move against you, swiping his tongue across the seam of your lips.

The sudden intrusion caused you to shudder and jolt closer to him, which he took full advantage of, pulling you flush against his body.

Jean is very vocal, there were times when you begged him to quiet down but the man couldn’t help himself, especially when he had you all to himself.

You felt silly, but the lewd noises of lips smacking and his breathy moans as his hands roamed across your waist made you needier for him.

That is, until you got the shock of your life when your neighbour from across your apartment’s door swung open and you immediately squealed, pushing Jean off.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” You rambled, cheeks heating up in humiliation as they backed into their apartment and slammed the door.

You started in bewilderment at what had just taken place, then you turned to meet his eyes. And you both fell into a fit of laughter at the surreality of it all.

He nudged his forehead against your own, his breathing shallow from the heated kiss.

“Let me show you how much I missed you.” He said, framing the sides of your face.

“Indoors, I hope.” You giggled.

author’s note: i kinda made the reader a bird and a pushover but i can’t help myself sawry im halle bailey level bird when it comes to jean😹

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possession1981 · 9 months

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Can you believe I recently (well, over a month ago now definitely, but I'm lazy so let's ignore that) hit 5000 followers on this blog because I sure cannot. Either way, I did and I am soooo sososososoooo grateful for ever single person who follows me and who appreciates my dumb jokes (such as this perfectly on-brand, tacky, campy, ridiculous but beautifully made gif of Shinee) and who reblogs my gifs and edits, especially when you put very very sweet comments in the tags it's a joy to be able to have a space to share my little creations that may not really mean much to the outside world but they do to ME.

Anyways! As a token of my appreciation I have decided to do a little gif request event which will be open until I say it's not anymore tbh... No set time limit we'll just see how my stamina is I suppose. The request rules will be at the bottom of this post. However, first I want to give a quick shoutout to SOME of my most beloved mutuals who make scrolling on this stupid website so much better. (As you know, there's a cap on how many tags we can add to posts, so to those mutuals who may not be mentioned here know that I love you SOOOOOOO much still, and I kith u!)

@aintgonnadance 🖤 @awek-s 🖤 @baeseongyeob 🖤 @berryjaellie 🖤 @byunbaekhyunie 🖤 @catchmewjsn 🖤 @cheolmatez 🖤 @dokyeomini 🖤 @dongkwan 🖤 @duovxq 🖤 @exidtual 🖤 @filmopen 🖤 @flops 🖤 @gaykey 🖤 @glowinseong 🖤 @got7 🖤 @hoshifromkpop 🖤 @hozierbyrne 🖤 @hwangcha 🖤 @hwiyoungies 🖤 @hyunpic 🖤 @hyunseungs 🖤 @jeonwonwoo 🖤 @jikyu 🖤 @juyeonis 🖤 @kangyeosaang 🖤 @kyubins 🖤 @librapropaganda 🖤 @moonsua 🖤 @notyuta 🖤 @park-doha 🖤 @ryudaeng 🖤 @seonghwasblr 🖤 @shnryjn 🖤@smartrabbit 🖤 @smingi 🖤 @sodacreams 🖤 @stepmom 🖤 @sunmisbf 🖤 @sunwoonie 🖤 @taeminie 🖤 @taeminnomuyeppeo 🖤 @wantbytaemin 🖤 @yejiswife 🖤 @yirenz 🖤 @yoohyeontual 🖤 @yukuz 🖤 @yunkyoung 🖤 @yunwooz 🖤 @yutaslaugh

REQUEST EVENT RULES AND REGULATIONS I will be taking three kinds of requests for this event! Two are music video requests, and the third is a fun option if you want a surprise.

Full music video - this is exactly what it sounds like. You may request that I gif any kpop music video, however I reserve the right to choose not to gif it if it's an artist or group I don't want to gif (I won't list them, but it's a pretty standard group), or I can't find a file that lets me gif to the standard I want to keep.

Member music video - very similar to the former, you may request gifs of any single member of a group from a specific music video and I shall be at your command, although the same reservations as above apply. Since these are much faster to do than full mv sets, they are preferred over the latter.

My favourite x - this is the option if you want to venture outside of music videos, and it's here because my beloved Eri suggested it. You may request gifs of my favourite of whatever you want. Favourite hairstyle on x idol? Favourite era of x group? Favourite styling for x group? etc. etc. The same reservations as above apply, however. Don't ask me for my favourite beet member.

Okay, that's all I think! Please send asks via my ask box only, and please have some patience because well, I'm mentally ill. Requests are open for anyone who wants to send one, and I take them on anon as well. Once again, thank you soooooooo much for the 5k I love you all.

#5k

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watercolor-hearts · 8 months

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Thank you to @rednyx-sf for tagging me in this, it wasn't an easy list but I really liked making it. 😊

Pairing/Shippy list!

Here are the rules:

1. List your top seven ships.

2. Put them all in order for your love for them; 7 to 1, 1 being your favourite.

3. Name the fandom.

4. Put a picture of the guys in question.

(There will be a few FE ships too but I didn't count them as individuals, I just put them as a second ship to certain numbers.)

7. Simi | Sebastian Vettel/Kimi Räikkönen [Formula 1]

I would like to apologise to all of my Simi fan followers for this. 😃

I love Simi, they're my comfort pairing when it comes to reading (and writing) but to be honest I prefer ships that are still active, have new content etc. and not only old pictures, videos etc. So yeah, this is the reason why they're seventh for me.

6. Galex | George Russell/Alex Albon [Formula 1]

I don't really know what to add to this. I just like them. ❤ (Also, for me they're the most difficult to write because they have a personality that's (for me) very difficult to portray right.)

Also, funfact, I don't really like the popular Galex fanfics. This is the ship where I prefer the reality and my imagination, and not the fanfics.

5. Dando | Daniel Ricciardo/Lando Norris [Formula 1]

Dando was THE hurt/comfort ship for me last season. This photo of them is in my top3 favorite Formula 1 related photos.

I have a very strange relationship with Lando but I loved them together. ❤

4. Sam/Mitch | Sam Bird/Mitch Evans [Formula E]

Do I need to add more? I don't think so. Cock hug and lovely lifting is all I neeed. They were insane for this. ❤

4. Carlando | Carlos Sainz Jr./Lando Norris [Formula 1]

Again, can't really add anything, I just like them. I like a lot of ships, I don't have any rules like if I like Carlando then I don't like any other Carlos and Lando ships. I'm here for the comfort, it doesn't really matter which ship gives it to me. Also, I'm kinda open to polyamory so shipping for me is a bit different than to others. 😃

So yeah, they're cute, I like them.

3. JEV/André/Sam | Jean-Éric Vergne/André Lotterer/Sam Bird

I don't even have a pic of all of them together (and I can only put ten in one post) but I read a story or two with them being in an open or polyamorous relationship and I really liked them. I have a feeling that Jeandré is the ship that is perfectly ideal to transform into a triad because I think they can be mature enough to communicate well and manage the relationship well.

3. Riccussell | Daniel Ricciardo/George Russell [Formula 1]

I love Daniel and I love George, so this ship is perfect for me. ❤ George's support to Daniel last year was everything to me. They're my special little ship. 🥺❤

2. Maximilian/James | Maximilian Günther/James Rossiter [Formula E]

When I joined the FE fandom and Maximilian became my chosen one, I was kind of surprised that there wasn't really any Maximilian ships. And then somehow Maximilian and James became a thing and GUYS the stories on Ao3. The stories. Oh my god. They're AMAZING. Like truly amazing. I don't really like to read long single chapter stories (over 5K is long for me, 15K is my limit, I don't really read longer ones if they're in one piece) but I love reading those Maximilian and James stories because it's amazing how well those authors can capture their personality. Sometimes I'm a bit jealous because I still don't know enough about the FE drivers' personalities to write about them (yes, I'm too lazy to watch the documentaries and things like that). So yeah, shoutout to the Maximilian/James authors on Ao3, you're doing God's work, guys! ❤

2. Charlos | Carlos Sainz Jr/Charles Leclerc [Formula 1]

The heart eyes. The "baby"s. The touches. The jokes. The "violence". They're everything. They've grown on me and I think about them a lot and I don't know what I'll do when they won't be teammates anymore. They're so perfect together. Another emotional hurt/comfort ship. The pain is almost always there, I don't have to introduce Ferrari to you, so yeah, hugs and cuddles and comfort and understanding and everything. And love. ❤

1. Jeandré | Jean-Éric Vergne/André Lotterer

The husbands (my original husbands were Vandevries | Nyck de Vries/Stoffel Vandoorne but I couldn't really fit them here but still wanted to mention them because they're special to me as they were the ones I wrote my first English story about). They're so funny and perfect together, another comfort ship like almost all the others. 😂 I love how close they're to each other. ❤

1. Maxiel | Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo [Formula 1]

Okay, so, Maxiel is my number one, the order of the list can change every hour but Maxiel will always be my number one. They were the ones that make me fall in love with Formula 1. Max's past and his relationship with Daniel is also a really good hurt/comfort material to fanfics and exactly this is what I look for in fanfics in this fandom.

I wanted to be a Maxiel author for so long but for some reason I still only have a zine that is Maxiel, but I have some Maxiel stories planned, I'm just really slow writing them because it's usually easier to write for the prompts I get and sadly I don't really get Maxiel prompts so my Maxiel stories are only in my head for now. :(

But yeah, I have one/two very specific Maxiel ideas and I hope one day I'll be able to write and post them.

Tagging @charlosgoggles and @wolfsbanesbite, if you haven't done it yet and you want to. 😊❤

#simi #galex #dando #sam/mitch #carlando #jev/andré/sam #riccussell #maximilian/james #charlos #jeandre #formula 1 #formula e

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oniikabuto · 1 year

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general hcs ☆ south park

-- sfw --

characters: the main 4

a/n: it's literally midnight. i need to be up at 5am tomorrow. i'm writing about south park on tumblr.

synopsis: just headcanons of sp kids! their little quirks and habits and stuff

oh also aged up

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— ⛧ e. cartman

has all of the really good snacks in his pantry

had a phase where he really wanted to be a garbage truck driver as a kid

listens to ariana grande and lady gaga

sings his heart out in the shower

refuses to admit it if you ever overheard him

weirdly sharp canines it makes him look like an evil little rodent

allergic to picking up after himself. there's literally a trail of shoes all the way up to his bedroom

never takes stuff out of his pockets before his mom washes his clothes but then gets pissed when his earbuds and stuff go through the wash

smells like baby soap

bites his pencils and they look horrendous

one time kenny asked to borrow a pencil and he threw it back almost immediately after feeling the bumpy chewed-up wood

thinks that menstrual products shouldn't be free because "can't they just hold it in??"

kyle will fight him about it

loves chocolate milk to death

— ⛧ k. mccormick

gappy teeth

but it looks cute on him

likes cds even though he doesn't have a cd player

always packs his lunch in the morning and karen's

there's little holes on the insides of his pockets and he has a habit of sticking his fingers through them and wiggling them without realizing

which make the holes bigger

keeps a porn magazine in his school backpack and leafs through it on the bus or in the library as if he's casually reading the news

sex jokes just SLIP out. he doesn't even think before he makes a sex joke.

his backpack is a mess and he uses the little pockets to store trash and edible wrappers and crumbs

has a disposable somewhere that he hits in the middle of class

kyle gives him a disapproving look when he stumbles into class high as balls

street smart but doesn't know how to do long division

favorite food is chicken nuggets with ranch

loves ranch (i fucking love ranch fight me)

will let you paint his nails

probably listens to tiktok music like mitski and radiohead and shit

also the smiths

— ⛧ k. broflovski

4.0 gpa all the way until that one A- in pe. junior year that dropped it to a 3.9

cried about it and sulked for weeks

stan almost left him because he got so sick of it (rockin that 2.9)

"dude it's not that big of a deal"

"MY LIFE IS OVER STAN YOU DONT GET IT"

keeps really organized notes- not just for him, but for the sake of his friends who take shitty notes

he has freckles idc if they said he's a daywalker HE HAS FRECKLES.

has a 10-step hair care routine every night

spends longer in the bathroom doing his hair care thing than his mother

spends 30 minutes every day watching tv with ike no matter what

gets violently competetive over kahoot

listens to the cure and elliot smith

keeps a different notebook for each class

— ⛧ s. marsh

always has at least one earbud in

sometimes when there's a lot on his mind, he gets very easily distracted

will step in the shower with his socks still on by accident

has a little crush on kyle (sorry style brainrot....)

used to read a lot as a kid, not really much anymore

unconciously messes with little papers or napkins in his pcokets and tears them to bits

gets like no sleep ever because he can't ever get off his phone or whatever he's doing long enough to try and get some sleep

still gets nauseous whenever he's near someone he has a crush on

terrible at articulating himself through text

if you want to show him a video or post, you would have to show him irl because he won't see the tag.

smoked weed once and decided it was overrated, but will sometimes get high if kenny asks or something.

loves vanilla flavored things even though it's basic

constantly has random change and wads of cash in his backpack because he's too lazy to stuff his things back into his wallet

#south park #south park hcs #south park headcanon #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #kyle broflovski

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mo0dy-succubus · 10 months

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Game On

Squirting,orgasm control(???), teasing,sex toy,(very lazy to add other tags so forgive me)

You have always been the gamer of the relationship. You could spend all day playing them. As most if not all people know that your girlfriend was terrible at playing games. You would absolutely beat her ass in LOL then gloat about it for days on end. But would try to refrain about bragging when you would see her pouting face cuddling up to her kissing it gently.

"Heal me!.. heal me!!...GOD! I SAID HEAL ME!!!" You said screaming into your head set at your teammate as you died. Soyeon walks past you with a smirk looking at your frustration. "It's just a game relax hun" she said mocking you. You turn around before making a sparky remark back at her. "Pshhh yeah like you can play better then me. I can easily win a game"

Soyeon looks at you in awe before smirking. "Ok since you think you are SO GOOD..I challenge you" she said. You laugh think she was joking before turning around confirming her seriousness. "You have to play with a vibrator in and every time you die I turn it up to the next setting if you cum you lose and I win and I'll get to punish you for back talk as my reward" she says.

"Annnddd...if I win?" You say a bit curious. "You decide then" she said. You thought about it before agreeing. "Challenge accepted!" You shouted. After your game round ended soyeon passed you the vibrator with a devilish smirk. After you were situated your challenge had started.

You buckle down focusing on trying to not die so you won't get close to being punished. You got pretty far into the game before you got your first death."God dammit.." you muttered under your breath. "Oh looks like you got your first death you now what that means" soyeon says before actually turning on the vibrator to the lowest setting causing you to jolt.

"I only died because someone is standing over me while I play" you say quit snarky before going back to playing. You try your best to ignore the sensation deep within you but it was quite bothersome. As you try to ignore the buzzing you got killed again. "UGH!!" You groan out in frustration. "Another death already..I thought you were good at this game" Soyeon turns the settings up again.

"I'm n-not backing down" you tried to have a strong mentality, avoiding your girlfriends sinful and alluring gaze. The game finally ended with you only getting two deaths. "Hah! I did it" you say. Soyeon gives a small fake clap. You were so excited the vibrator didn't bother you. That was your first mistake you died a bit more early than last time causing soyeon to increase the level to the third one.

This setting was more uncomfortable, no matter how much you wanted to squirm and moan now was not the time. You let out a small gasp, wetness now starting to pour out of you more and more. Soyeon looks at you before teasingly saying something."looks like you are gonna break soon."

"You are the worst..." you say after dying again. The fourth setting was absolutely agony. Not knowing how much you can last for. "You must want to cum so bad hun". "Why do you do these things to me.." you say feeling hotter by the second. "I just like to see you suffer babe~.." soyeon says grabbing your face before kissing you deeply. The kiss was passionate and hot feeling soyeon wrap her hand around your neck giving it a soft squeeze.

You pull away trying not to get anymore aroused before play another round. The vibrator in you makes you squirm uncontrollably making you lose your focus. Another Death after another. As you grip the desk Finally cumming. Your head bowed down in shame as the warm liquid poured out of you like a water fall. You can hear soyeon coo walking behind you kissing your neck. "Looks like I win and you lose y/n~.,you know what that means~.." you feel tears form in you eyes for what she was about to do next.

(I'm very disappointed in this, it's not that it's bad I'm just not very happy but I just wanted to get something out for being gone for like a week I'm not doing ok)

#gidle #kpop #gidle smut #kpop smut #smut #fem!reader #gidle soyeon #soyeon #soyeon smut #jeon soyeon

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havenwithleeknow · 1 year

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An art gallery could never be as unique as you

Pairing: hwang hyunjin x y/n

Warnings: none

Tags: slight angst, fluff ending

Song: An art gallery could never be as unique as you by MRLD

"Noona hide, I saw him!" your best friend jeongin told you and you quickly hide through the clothes in the department store you're in because you both saw the person you've been avoiding for a week now, HWANG HYUNJIN.

You and Hyunjn is stuck in this situationship where you don't know if you guys are friends, more than friends or you're just being delusional and assuming things.

You're peeking at hyunjin if he left so you could go back checking all the clothes with jeongin.

"why are you avoiding him anyways?" he asked while taking the bags in my hands. "I want to end things with him because he just keeps confusing me" I answered. "What happened? It seems like he genuinely like you though" he gave me a confused look "I asked him the last time we went out what are we, he said HE DOESN'T KNOW. I asked him if he likes me but he stayed silent, so I said we need to end whatever we have because I can't settle with that kind of set up" my heart hurts just by recalling about what happened that day.

"That sucks noona, but what if he really likes you? He's just shy to admit it? Or maybe he's waiting for the right time?" There he goes again with his what ifs. "I don't know, Jeongin. If he likes me or not, then he better tell me so I'm not confused. I keep thinking about it every night, are we friends? But he kissed me! Friends don't kiss!" I sighed and he shook his head

"Noona, I got tickets for us for the art gallery next week!" He showed me two tickets but I feel lazy to go so I refused "Noona please go with me! I'll cry if you won't go" he made that sad face which he knows has effects on me. "Fine!" He went giddy until we reached my apartment and bid me goodbye.

I checked my phone and saw that Hyunjin left messages

'Let's talk pls'

'You need to hear this'

'I miss you'

'Answer my calls please'

'I wanna see you'

I ignored his texts and went to bed. I'm sorry Hyunjin, I like you so much but I don't think I can settle in an unlabeled situationship with you anymore.

I am already preparing for Jeongin and I's agenda for today ㅡ the art gallery.

"Noona, you look dull. Go change and put on more make up!" He pushed me back to my apartment to change.

I wanna smack the shit out of this kid, I swear to God.

After I did everything Jeongin said, I came out of my apartment and he's looking at me while smiling ear to ear.

We're here already and it's a little crowded but not so much, just enough for you to wander.

At the end of the hall, there are paintings that caught my attention. The girl on the paintings seems familiar.

Is that me?!

Jeongin saw me and he pushed me towards it, "Go, noona! That's you! Go and see it for yourself, this is why I forced you to come here. You need to see this!" he said while jumping a little out of excitement.

I walked towards it and there's a note at the side

Dear: Y/N

If you ever attend today, I just want to let you know that these pieces are solely dedicated for you. I treasured everything that we had. I hope you don't misunderstand, I like you a lot. I just can't confess because i'm waiting for this right time where I can show you my artworks. Can I be your boyfriend?

Love, Hwang Hyunjin.

While reading the letter, I did not realize that I am tearing up already. "It looks like you liked it, don't you?" a familiar voice behind me said and I turn around and it's Hyunjin. He's holding another painting and gave it to me. "Giving you actual flowers would be cliché so I painted you one" he said. "H-hyun... this is... pretty" I said still sniffing and tearing up. I was so overwhelmed. "I like you, y/n. I hope you give me a chance to prove it to you" he said not minding the crowd around us who have their own worlds. "Yes, yes Hyunjin" I cried more and hugged him. "I'm sorry for not talking to you, I was just really confused." I apologized and I can feel him smiled "It's alright, I understand" we broke the hug and he caressed my cheeks while looking at my eyes. His lips met mine, our lips collided and moved in sync. I put my hands over his shoulders and his hands on my waist, we ignored the world and the people around us.

After we broke the kiss, our foreheads sticks to each other while smiling and said this

"An art gallery could never be unique as you, my pretty"

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin angst #hyunjin reactions #hwang hyunjin fic #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin fics

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ayyyez · 1 year

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Hi! Do you have any headcannons for how Kuroo and his s/o would go about their morning routine? Like who wakes up first, who makes the coffee, who is the one to wake up seeing the other hogged the blankets again, etc. And if you wanted to add more characters too you could maybe add Ennoshita and Oikawa?? Totally up to you thou! I'm really into domestic vibes rn (but also if you wanted to add early morning spice I wouldn't be opposed okay thank you bye)

a/n: Aww this sounds so cute and I love Kuroo so these were so fun to write!

Tags: headcanons, fluff, domestic, morning routines, suggestive mentions but nothing explicit

Characters: Kuroo, Oikawa, Ennoshita

Kuroo Tetsurou

A morning person by design. He's been getting up early since his middle school morning run routine and he's never lost that habit of waking up early (just not as early anymore)

Kuroo's usually the first one up and the one to fix coffee and breakfast. This leaves you to stay curled up in bed all nice and toasty while he gets ready for work.

If you're an early bird too you can make a morning routine of doing this together and joining him for a shower. Maybe a little something more in the shower. A lazy morning wash to help each other start the day. He's cheeky about it too. Giving you "Cool" hair do's while he washes your hair

'I think it looks hot babe. No don't wash it out I wanna take a photo of my masterpiece first!'

When he shows you later it's a sick mohawk of shampoo mixed hair and you can't help but laugh at his stupid antics. You have to try to do it back too because it's the only time his hair is pliant enough to move out of that bedhead.

The two of you are snickering as you're snapping pics and he swishes his hair in your face. Someone gets soap in their eyes at some point but you're both laughing so hard and hugging, wet bodies pressed together in the shower holding each other tight so you don't fall.

It's worth the fun as you stand beneath the stream trying to rinse your eyes.

If you're not an early bird and you stay snuggled in the sheets then Kuroo will come try and wake you for breakfast before he leaves. Gently places a hand on your shoulder and whispers for you to wake up.

If you don't wake he's an absolute menace. He'll plant kisses over your face and rub into you like a cat. 'Wakey wakey!' More cat like snuggles into your face. 'Babe wakey wakey!' Just plops on top of you like the most annoying alarm clock in the world. Almost tempted to stay in bed with you even though he's dressed.

In terms of who is the blanket hogger. It can be pretty even but it's more likely to be you. Kuroo isn't much of a restless sleeper and doesn't really pull them. He's also essentially a blanket himself.

He sleeps on his stomach face smooshed in pillows and if you like a bit of contact he switches to smooshing his face into your neck with an arm slung over your waist. He's also just naturally warm so he's a personal heater and blanket in one.

If anyone hogs the blanket it's more likely to be you. Especially if you're a restless sleeper which is honestly perfect with someone like Kuroo because he can hold you down and stop you rolling around. Teases you about it.

'Babe, I'm your personal weighted blanket.' Has that smirk too.

Sleep ins with Kuroo are fun too. He's up first of course and gets bored so will roll over to cuddle you and annoy you with affection. Then that turns into morning talks about random things.

'Do you think chickens can fly really high in an alternate timeline?' 'You believe in alternate timelines?' 'Well, yeah but only if I'm with you in them.' 'Pfft you're a loser.' 'A romantic loser.' 'Wrong timeline.' 'Hey!'

Mornings with you have made Kuroo even more of a morning person. He's a morning lover.

Oikawa Tooru

The ultimate blanket hog. I'm talking you're going to have fights with this man over the blankets, tugging them back and forth and no he won't even feel bad about it, blanket hog. His solution?

'Well I guess you're going to just have to snuggle up real tight in my arms then, huh?' Smirk on his face.

You have two options. Agree. It's nice and snug in his arms and he will hold you nice and tight. That is until he eventually rolls around in his sleep. Kick him out of the bed.

He's not as blanket hoggy because he'll move to come back to you as the anchor. Wanting to always be touching you in some way even if it's just a hand or arm. Does like rolling back for the cuddle though.

The other option is to be like 'Not if I hold you in my arms first.' There's nothing Oikawa likes more than a challenge and he truly likes being held as much as he likes doing the holding. Even if he doesn't admit it. This also stops most of the rolling around AND the blanket hogging. Win win. Just whatever you're into.

Oikawa also runs cold. Cold hands, cold feet. You gotta warm those babies up or they hit you like icicles. This kind of makes him a clinger in the winter too but don't worry you just gotta help him warm up or invest in good heating lol.

In the morning he's not a morning person at all. Doesn't want to get out of bed and has to set a couple of alarms to even get up. The type to not function as a human being until he's gotten something into him and had a shower.

If it's only him getting up because you're not a morning person either, he's forcing down a quick but healthy meal and coffee, has a quick shower to wake him up. Then what takes the longest is getting ready to try and look human and awake. Spends most time on his hair tbh.

Mornings are easier on him if you're a morning person even though he despises (loves) you for it. If you're there to make him breakfast and coffee he'll greet you with a kiss on the cheek and then just plants his forehead on your shoulder craving more rest and your presence. God, does he really have to be awake?

Not good with a lot of talking in the morning but likes small acts of physical affection. Little touches, kisses and just press your face against his and he will melt. Mmm wants to just fall asleep standing up pressed against you in the kitchen while you wash the dishes but he has to go train.

If you're not a morning person either he'll see you off with a smooch and a 'Can't wait to be back here in the evening.' Here being the bed. With you and him in it. Doing more... active things. It's a promise and a hope. Something to see you both through the day.

He's not a morning person but he has to be for the life he's chosen. Oikawa's glad he just gets to share these mornings with you.

Ennoshita Chikara

A morning person sure but is definitely not an early riser. Once he's awake though he's the kind of person who is starting his day. Can't lie there for more than 10-15 minutes unless you're awake talking to him or having some fun but other than that he's getting his day started.

Likely the first one up. Lives for coffee so is definitely making the coffee because he likes it a particular blend, strength and even has the fancy beans and machine. Likes to try new kinds too and share them with you. It's almost a hobby for him. Knows exactly how you like yours and makes it for you without you even having to ask.

Not the best when it comes to making food but is pretty good when it comes to breakfast food. It's the best meal for him to be designated in charge of. I honestly feel like he likes things done a certain way when it comes to cleaning and stuff too so he's probably loading the dishwasher and cleaning up too. This man is anal like that.

Even if you're a team in the morning he's doing the cleaning up part. He just likes things done a certain way okay. You just don't stack the dishwasher the way he likes, HE HAS A SYSTEM!

Too sweet to be a blanket hog HOWEVER if you try to tear the blanket from him he will take it personally. The first couple times he's like aw you're cold let me get you another blanket but when you keep doing it? Personally offended and makes it his business to pull it back but not to hog, oh no no, he believes it must be even for you both.

Likes a good cuddle. Probably won't cuddle the whole night but likes to start off falling asleep that way. He's a side sleeper anyway so a natural spooner. If you're a back/stomach sleeper he'll just koala right onto you. If you're another side sleeper you two can slot right together a couple of spoons being cute.

I think he likes to alternate between big spoon and little spoon. Likes to have a nice hand running through his hair giving him some comfort which he will happily return. Especially on those rare mornings he doesn't have to get up for work right away. Absolute bliss.

Ennoshita's natural state is to fall into a caretaker roll but he also craves to have someone do the same for him every now and again. Those mornings he finally gets a sleep in and he wakes up to the smell of breakfast being made and coffee being brewed (you make it just how he showed you) he's so thankful to have someone who not only cares but pays attention.

Also the fact you didn't wake him up and turned the alarm off so he could wake up on his own? He loves you even more for that. A part of him just wants to pull you back into bed for some fun times and a cuddle. Who knows? He just might.

Ennoshita is thankful for mornings where the two of you can show how much you two care with the little things.

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chemistryread · 2 years

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disclaimers/tags: female oc. written as a reader insert but reader has a lot of backstory. slowburn. angst. no fun spin on misogyny, just the bad one. implied domestic violence but nothing too graphic. minors dni.

a/n: the plot of the show is not relevant to this story, i’m just using the characters, who are likely ooc. i’m hoping to end it within 3-4 posts but like i said, it’s a bit of a slowburn. i pulled the wattpad tropes out for this one and i’m not sorry, it is cheesy. if you’ve seen the show, the boyfriend shares similarities with the tillerson boys. it’s purposefully ambiguous, up to you if it’s one of them or not. rhett is not a fuckboy in this, just a boy who fucks.

lmk your thoughts :)

part 2

right cowboy, wrong time

rhett abbott

summary: you’re not home and your boyfriend’s a dick. thankfully, not all cowboys are bad.

The humid air makes your nose itch, adapting to the change in weather. Your head is held high, however, trying not to look too out of place and dare draw any attention.

"You're not fooling anyone."

"Excuse me?"

He leans in by your side, arms crossing in front of him as he looks over his elbows, pretending something in the mud caught his eye.

"Most girls from the city who try to pass as locals at least dress up the part. You couldn't find any boots that fit your taste?"

Blue eyes squint at the pair of Vans perched on the wooden fence, matching your dark 'mom jeans'.

It was bold of this guy, you thought, to come up to you with so much snark after falling from a bull so badly the audience audibly winced. But there was something soft in his features, non malicious. You decide to risk being honest with him.

"The cowboy hat is a demand from my boyfriend. So is the push-up bra." You point to your pronounced chest with your chin, smiling when the stranger next to you follows the movement with a lazy gaze. "It's funny, he said something similar. He wants me to look more like the girls from around here."

The stranger finally looks you in the eye from under his own hat. Unfamiliar warmth fills your belly and you fight the urge to clear the hair away from his face.

"Why doesn't he just date them, then?"

A loud bitter laugh escapes from your lips right into his ears, and he straigtens up instantly, like a shock.

"Million dollar question, isn't it?" Thin lips reciprocate your smile. God, you thought you hated all cowboys. "Uhm, he says they bore him. He wants my brain, but their look. If you ask me the truth, I just think he went through all of them already, so he went looking for an idiot to appease him somewhere else. And he found me."

Amusement crosses his eyes despite the frown in display on his face.

"He sounds like an asshole."

Unkown nice cowboy has a lovely, deep voice.

You're about to lean a little closer and agree, when someone cuts you off.

"Who does?" Blinding white teeth bite into the cold night air, the strong arms of your boyfriend crushing your side into him, akin to a predator protecting his meal. "Abbott."

Your new friend acknowledges the tall blonde possessively separating you two with equal contempt in his words.

Suddenly, you're invisible. The nice boy leaves without so much as a glance.

These will be miserable months.

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"So, Abbott, huh?"

Maybe you shouldn't have followed him into the grocery store, but it was hot outside.

"What, interested? We might have a name, but that name doesn't have much money attached to it anymore."

He doesn't look at you, simply puts what he needs in his basket and keeps walking. You trace his steps from a distance, enjoying the refreshing breeze from the AC.

"No danger of that. As you've seen, I'm taken."

His arm freezes above his head, shades of blue boring into you inquisitively, before he grabs a can of beans and checks the expiration date on it.

"I'm just looking for a friend. I'll hardly survive here if I don't have any of those."

"What about your guy? He won't like this friendship."

You shrug innocently, dusting the shelves with the tip of your fingers.

"It's his fault I can't have any girl friends in this town, seeing they are all his exes and consequently dislike me at once. Plus, who said I want you to be my friend? I'm just banking on the fact that your family is known around here, and you'd be an easy shortcut to meeting people."

"So you're using me." He speaks over his shoulder, walking to the freezer section.

"Sure am. But at least I'm honest about it."

His back is still turned to you when he speaks again.

"Is that a big thing for you, honesty?"

Your skin grows hot. This random cute boy can't read your mind, relax. He's trying to get to know you. It's small talk. Not everyone wants to hurt you.

"It is. Count on it."

Hopefully, how vulnerable it is to admit as much doesn't come across.

Abbott side-eyes you, with a genuine smirk. It forces you to look away, intimidated.

Maybe it was mistake to target him. You should leave.

Before a rude goodbye can leave your lips, the young man turns to you.

"Why are you here, if you don't know anyone?"

Short fingernails picking the label off cheap frozen veggies, you try to smile but it certainly doesn't reach your eyes.

"Taking some time off university."

How embarrassing. You have no problem poking and probing until they do it to you, and then you're avoiding eye contact and looking for an exit.

"What do you study?"

"English. In Boston. I'm a writer. Allegedly."

You can tell your joke entertains him from the small exhale that comes out of his nose.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it." The truth finally forces you to look up. You notice the confusion on his face, anticipating his question with a shrug. "My boyfriend. He wanted me to take a break."

Abbott looks disappointed, and, for whatever reason, it hurts. A silly desire for him to think highly of you.

"I don't mean to overstep, but I wouldn't peg you for the kind'f girl to go where a man tells her to."

A terrible habit, you cover the purple spot on your jaw with your hair, pretending to smooth non existent knots.

"It wasn't an easy choice, but it was for the best."

Thin brows furrow and dirty fingers brush the strands away, gently. Of course he would notice.

"I'll get out of your hair now, sorry to bother. I was really just trying to cool off. See you around!"

Trembling hands push the grocery store's doors, curse words mumbled under your breath. Great fucking job, idiot.

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He approaches you next.

You saw him earlier when you got to the bar, drinking with another guy, but kept your head down and continued walking next to your boyfriend and his friends.

It was going to be hard to get to you, since you weren't allowed to be alone unless you were going to the bathroom. Which is how he got you.

As soon as you step out to wash your hands, he's in the corridor, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Stranger." Eyes meet and you try to ignore the hair in the back of your neck standing up. You do your best to not get your sleeves wet without having to push them up too high. "Men's room occupied?"

He doesn't miss the suggestivenes on your tone, copying the smirk you're struggling to hide. For all you know, he might have some pretty blonde freshening up in there.

"You city folks and beating 'round the bush."

His voice rumbles through you, tongue busy tsking at your poor attempt at avoiding the elephant in the room.

You take him in through the mirror's reflection. Hands in his pockets, leaning on the plastic divider failing to pass as real wood. Looking determinedly at you.

If you said so, would he beat the shit out of your boyfriend and make sure he never calls again?

Tossing the crumpled handtowel in the trash, your back touches the soaked and sticky counter, commanding him to listen by returning his direct staring.

"Okay. This is not your problem to fix. I'm sorry about what you saw, it wasn't a signal or anything. I'm fine and you don't need to get involved. Good?"

He nods and you move to leave, stopped by an unsure hand grabbing your elbow. It quickly retracts to his side, wiping against his jeans.

"Do you need a job or something?"

"I thought your family didn't have much money."

A shy smile takes over his features, breaking the restraint that always seems to reign over. Another small chuckle escapes him, making his Adam's apple throb and your eyes drag not so subtly.

The smell of hard vodka hits your nose when he inches closer, stuttering.

"My brother, uhm, has a friend who owns a diner nearby. It's smack centre of town, busy enough that he always needs more help and most of the creeps avoid it. Probably not what a fancy writer from Boston dreams of but if you plan on sticking around, it'll help you get some of your own cash."

The promise of independence.

You give him a warm smile you haven't gifted anyone with in a while.

"Can I get the name of this magical place?"

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It's early, too early, his head feels like it weighs three times its normal and all he wants is for his family to lower their voices.

Until your sweet ring, sharpened for customer service points, breaks through his morning suffering and drowns the sour taste in his mouth.

"Hello, beautiful people. What can I get you?" The apron is neatly tied with a bow on top of your stomach, clearly tightened around your back and then the front again, with more effort than he's ever seen in this diner. He can't help but scoff, and you finally look up from the old school notepad in your hands. "Oh, hi."

Everyone at the table shoots him a glare, assuming what they always did. One more girl they'll never learn the name of, and it's possibly better that way.

His mother, in particular, has a scowl on her face, looking out the window and avoiding dealing with whoever her son messes with.

"Happy to see you here."

The sun bothers his eyes, one of which is closed when he acknowledges you. He has no idea how his mom can have her head turned that way without wincing. Although she coughs, he's sure it's in response to what he had just said.

It was innocent, but she didn't know that.

"Wouldn't be if it wasn't for you." That gets his mother to look. "Thanks, by the way."

He puts his fist in front of his lips, elbows glued to the recently wiped table, a bit embarrassed of all the attention you dumped onto him.

"I didn't do nothing, Perry is the one who talked to his friend. You should thank him."

You throw a small smile at him, almost teasing, barely whispering an 'oh'. He sees very little of your teeth, rosy lips and dimples provoking him for a brief second before you redirect your kindness to his brother on the other side of the table.

"I am very grateful, you basically got me the job." Perry extends his hand for you to shake, and there's a little spark in his eyes that's been gone since Rebecca. Maybe it's your effect on people. "Let me return the favor and get you guys a good breakfast, what do you say?"

When you leave, he takes a page from his mom's book and stares at the brightness cascading down the trucks in the parking lot. His head hurts again but at least he's definitely not thinking about the lines around your eyes when you grin or the flowery smell you left behind.

"Who is she?"

"Drop it, ma." The question comes in a much more unpretentious manner than usual and it doesn't go unnoticed by him, even if he's not looking at her. "Some girl from outta town who needed help settling in. That's all."

At the last word, he tips his hat over his eyes and decides he's better off daydreaming about the attractive outsider committed to being nice to him than fending off his family's suspicions.

You leave them to it after serving their plates, and he misses your eyes on him but doesn't say anything.

When they're leaving, Amelia dettaches herself from her father's grip and pokes you in the leg as you're cleaning a different table close to the exit. He holds the door, intrigued by what on earth this kid is up to now.

"Uncle Rhett says you're from out of town." He almost knocks his forehead on the glass as he realizes he offered you a job but never a name. You nod at his niece, sending him a questioning look. "You're just as pretty as I thought they'd be."

He feels like bolting out of the diner and running home. What if you thought he told Amelia to say that to you? You'll think he's a fucking loser.

Not that he should care this much.

Instead, he's frozen in place watching another breathtaking smile blossom on your face as you think about how to react.

"Well," You sigh, and look straight into the little girl's eyes. "Takes one to know one."

With a wink, you exchange introductions and he might have to thank his niece later for that, because he never asked for your name either.

You go straight back to wiping the table so he walks away, but not without a weird feeling someone's watching as he climbs into the back of the truck.

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It's a while before he sees you again.

He doesn't bother you at work, too shy despite his curiosity to go in alone and too hungover to wake up in time to follow his family for breakfast.

You don't go out much, or at all, apparently. He's at the bar every night, you're not.

He sees Maria though, stunning as ever. And like most nights, she makes him too nervous and he does nothing about it.

Perry calls in a favor and now he's parking the truck in the back of the diner with a couple of boxes of fresh produce on the passenger seat.

It's you who comes out to greet him.

You're awfully quiet and evasive, taking the boxes inside without making eye contact.

When you come back with the money, you accidentally skip a step, heel of your shoe sliding off the wood and causing you to land a little harsh on the concrete.

He's quick to steady you, ready to joke about your useless sneakers when he realizes the contorted look on your face and how you're grabbing at your left knee.

"Ok there?"

Like you remembered yourself, your back straightens up and you shove the money into his hands, pushing him away in the process. The distance is not enough that he doesn't see the tears welling up in your eyes.

"Fine. Here you go. Lenny says thanks."

Turning to climb back inside, as soon as your left leg rises, you audibly wince and stop.

He's not too sure of what do, until he hears shaky breaths.

"I'll take you to a hospital, let-"

"No hospitals, I can't."

It's an automatic response and he understands immediately.

"How bad is it?"

He can't really see through your jeans.

"He- I fell. I think it's just bruised, I don't know."

"My mom can take a look at it, she's had plenty of practice with my brother and I, she won't mind. Don't protest, just get in the car. I'll tell Lenny you're not feeling too good."

Before you can stop him, he's putting the money on Lenny's palm and stammering out an excuse. He's surprised by how fast he sprung into action too.

During the ride you don't cry, but stubborn hiccups give away that you're holding the tears back really hard. He wants to tell you it's okay, he doesn't care if you cry, but he's scared if he opens his mouth he'll end up saying something that'll make you more upset, choosing instead to white-knuckle his steering wheel.

His mother is washing the pans from lunch when he gets home, you following behind uncertain, making yourself small. It's a stark contrast from the day you followed him into the grocery store, mindlessly striking up conversation, and it bothers him.

She remembers you, surprisingly, but still asks menacingly what he thinks he's doing.

"She's hurt, and I thought you might help, Ma.”

You look so uncomfortable, ashamed to impose. He tells you to take a seat on the couch and moves to grab you a glass of water from the kitchen, stopping by his mother to put a hand on her shoulder and whisper who's your boyfriend.

A look of understanding quickly crosses her eyes, and instant compassion takes over, huffing as she crouches down to get the first aid kit under the sink.

The two women fall into comfortable silence. The knee is simply sore, the skin a little dark, but he knows you probably didn't give it any time to heal, waltzing around the diner for days without taking care of yourself.

You're given pain killers and he finally hands you the water, fingertips wet from nervously gripping the bottom of the glass, trying not to curse out the man responsible for your situation.

This kind of thing wasn't entirely unusual for smaller, conservative towns, but times have gladly changed. No one here likes to see it, the cuplrits are pointed out wherever they go, sometimes being denied service and shunted from the community. Still, no one's forward enough to put themselves in between 'husband and wife'.

It's a pity, he thinks. All you had to do was ask, and he would get his father and his brother to kick an entire generation of blonde little pricks out of their town.

Alas, you never did.

He thinks you don't want to ask, analyzing closely how apologetic you are to his mother, scared to sit back on the couch and take space that isn’t yours.

The older woman gets up, glancing between you and him.

"Don't worry, kid. I'm quite happy to meet you. I usually don't get to tell Rhett's girls they are welcome to stay."

She manages to be endearing to you and venomous to him in the same breath, and he chuckles lowly through gritted teeth, looking up at the ceiling. Of course she would say something like that.

Wondering what you're probably thinking of him at his mother's revelation, he finds you biting back a grin, dimples digging into your cheeks. Once more, he loses control of himself and returns - actually, no, gratuitously hands you a wide smile in a silver platter. His reaction is five times bigger than yours.

"His girls, plural, you say?" There's something infuriating about your energy towards him. You're fucking with him, no doubt about that, but it's not mean. Well, maybe a little bit because you seem to enjoy the way he changes his footing back and forth, blushing at his damn boots. Somehow, however, it fills him with giddiness. He has no reason to be so certain about it, but he knows it's lighthearted. If you had evil intent, maybe he would've already had you crammed into his truck and drooling around his cock. Unfortunately, seems like you were truthful that day at the store. You want a friend. "'Fraid I'm not of them, ma'am. I have my own guy to worry about."

You're looking back at the matriarch now, arms hanging on top of cushions, green blemishes hidden underneath your biceps.

"That's never stopped any of you before."

It's a test.

You're quicker than her.

"I don't think the size of a district interferes with someone's morals. I might've been raised by a big city, but I'm not and have never been that kind of girl."

His mother snaps back your way, spine straight, slowly breaking out a smile. You passed with flying colors. She likes folks who can stand up for themselves, means they think they're good enough to start a fight over, and that's good enough for her.

At that moment, Amelia bursts through the door, already rambling to her grandmother about something she learned in school that day.

When she sees you, she freezes in the middle of the kitchen, out of breath from all the talking. Fast hands roll your pant leg down before she can see anything.

Amy can barely contain her smile, fixing herself up and dropping her school bag on the floor. "What are you doing here?"

You brush off the older members of the family reprimanding her lack of manners.

"Paying a visit. On my way out, though, I should be getting back to work."

Trying to stand up without a fuss is a disaster, and he's right by your side in case you need to lean on someone. Of course you reject it, though.

"Are you okay?"

"Just fine. I slipped at work and your uncle offered to help, that's all."

Shooting the girl a reassuring smile, she betrays it with a suspicious laugh.

The two of you stare at her, confused.

"Yeah, Uncle Rhett is such a helping hand."

Sarcasm is dripping from her words and he knows immediately that you two will get along. Dangerously so.

Ignoring the brat, he turns to you, hand still hovering behind your back.

"It's late, there's like, what? Forty minutes left to your shift? Twenty after we finally get there? I'll just take you home."

Your eyes widen at the mention of home. Of course he, an Abbott, can't drop you off at your boyfriend's property, where he assumed you were staying.

"Wait, can I show you around before you go? I want you to see something."

Amelia butts in before he can signal that he understood and he'd give you a ride to town, at least. You nod at the smaller figure, letting her take your hand.

He's debating whether or not to follow you two, until you look back from the doorway.

"Aren't you coming? If we get lost, we might need your savior complex."

It's another dig at him. This time, he has a comeback at the tip of his tongue.

"I'll stop saving you when you stop needing me."

He knows his mother is smiling.

Whatever confident spirit possessed him, it pushes him out the door, chest grazing yours as he tips his hat your way, boots digging into the humid grass and whistling for one the dogs to accompany you.

He hears you laugh for the first time since he saw you at the rodeo. It's really, really nice.

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You begin seeing each other more often after that day.

Rhett comes in at least three times a week, usually with Amelia, paying for her milkshake. They sit at the counter so they can talk to you when you're not attending to any tables.

You don't think much of it. Your boyfriend's the only one you go home to every night, no matter what. You have no intentions of changing that, for now.

Aside from the Abbotts, Danielle who works with you is the only other friend you've made. You like it that way. Lenny, not unlike the patrons at the diner, asks too many personal questions so you keep your conversations to a minimum.

Work, then to your boyfriend's mansion.

The house is usually quiet, so after being stuck for so long in a writer's block, it's a relief when you pick up your laptop and start something new. It could be worse.

On a slow Wednesday, Amelia convinces you to let her help wipe the tables.

Bending down to pick up an abandoned spoon on the floor, something strange nags at the pit of your stomach. Rhett is talking to a girl with long, dark hair.

It happens. But with her, you notice, his body language is much more insecure. Spilling his coffee accidentally.

"What am I looking at?"

Amelia barely spares them a glance before scoffing. "That's Maria. Uncle Rhett has had a dying crush on her since high school. That's what my dad says."

"She's beautiful."

She really is. When she leaves the diner, most pair of eyes, men and women, follow her.

"I guess. Too beautiful, my dad says, and that's why my uncle never does anything about it. It scares him."

What you wouldn't give to feel like that for a day.

Dating a man who is constantly requesting that you look different, like other people, is terribly exhausting. And some got to walk around effortlessly desirable to everyone. It's hardly fair.

With his credit card, you buy new clothes and more make up. It's a good few weeks for the two of you, best you've had in a while.

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On a day off, you decide to tag along for the rodeo.

Maria is there too, with one of your boyfriend's brothers, which you find weird. In a sea of options, she can definitely do better. You'd tell her, but under his eagle eye you have no time to introduce yourself.

Rhett is riding one of the bulls, and you see how her eyes never leave him, even when he's standing in the sidelines waiting for his turn. She wrings her hands together when he mounts, and claps excitedly when he marks a good time despite the pointed looks from the boys.

Your hand is in a tight grip as you walk into the bar, and the minute you do, Maria frees herself with two strong strides. Your feet almost follow her, wondering if her group of girlfriends would let you sit with them and just listen.

She spends her night laughing, dancing, and talking to Rhett as the bartender serves her a new round. Yours is spent watching in envy.

A hand possessively squeezes around your thigh, drawing your attention away.

"Sorry. I need air."

Three minutes is all you get to yourself. Heavy boots make the wood creak, awkward step causing you to stifle a tipsy laugh.

He's not gonna forgive you for that.

You're pressed against the wall, his arms trapping you as he snarls his complaints, hair flying into your mouth as you yell back. It's bad, and loud, but fuck it.

He talks about how boring you are, how the other girls don't mind growing their hair in the heat, their nails are still manicured, their asses still full despite not eating much. You talk about feeling overwhelmed and homesick, out of your element. It's not the same. It's not fucking fair.

The Abbott siblings walk out when he's calling you a stuck up bitch, your answer dying in your throat.

You're so fucking stupid. Incapable of controlling yourself. He notices the look you exchange with the younger brother, quietly crossing your arms and swallowing your tears, flustered cheeks pointing at the ground.

In no time, he's scoffing and turning towards the entrance.

"Abbott, you got something to tell me?"

Rolling your eyes, you push yourself to sound annoyed and confused, calling his name.

He shuts you up with a finger to your face.

"Don't play dumb." Looking between the pair of you, the lewdness in his next sentence makes you nauseous. "I can't let your whore ass out of my sight, can I?"

Rhett steps forward and you know this is not going to end well.

They're talking over each other and your attempt to be heard is pathetic, trying nonetheless, pulling by his shirt and begging him to let it go.

Knowing exactly how to put a stop to this nonsense, you put your body in between the men and, reactively, an elbow makes contact with your mouth. The blood is still not as sickening as your boyfriend's remarks.

It doesn't take much to assure you it was him. Perry and Rhett are more careful than that, probably raised well by their mama (in a brief moment of dizziness, a smile comes to your bloody lips). But he stopped yelling, and moving. Throwing scared glances between the people outside.

People knew, but to deal with it man to man was different.

Spitting out the dark liquid, you look up at your boyfriend. "Can we go home now?"

Cursing under his breath, he shoulders past the other boys and walks away to wait for you by the truck.

If you stop to breathe, you might crumble. So you turn and walk back inside, poignantly avoiding the two pairs of eyes bugging out at you.

Determined steps take you to the table you were sitting at minutes ago. If you had just kept your emotions under- nevermind that.

The girls, Maria especially, are terrified to see your red teeth. Her eyes question something behind you, and you assume Rhett followed you inside.

Anticipating his hand on the small of your back, you take a step closer to the table, fully under the white light hanging above. The boys are unphased by your state.

"Keys." Met with a wave of grunts at the thought of losing their friend this early in the night. "He wants to go."

A blonde head pokes out, challenging. Drunk out of his mind, slurring his words. "C'mon, I thought it was your job to, howtoputit, mellow him out? Did you even try? Let me look down your throat, say 'Ah'."

A couple people laugh. Rhett growls behind you, and before he can make things worse, you square your shoulders, then shrug.

"Why do you think he wants to go?" You could puke right then and there. Instead, you extend your hand. "Keys."

You bump Rhett on the shoulder on your way out, just like your boyfriend. The regret and the image of those crooked repulsive smiles at the table cause you to throw up as soon as your shoes hit the dirt. Perry looks away, respectfully, until you're climbing inside the truck.

part 2 is finished and will come out soon :)

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