#Idk i think someone did it i just hadn't seen but whatever
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She's everything
He is just Ken
#word of honor#shl#山河令#gu xiang#cao weining#Idk i think someone did it i just hadn't seen but whatever
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Bob Floyd- whatever you want. Joint bachelor /bachelorette party, meeting partners nieces and nephews, going to a museum, teaching someone to horseback ride, idk. Run wild.
hahahahahahahaha anything you say? to someone obsessed with bob floyd and cowboys? oh boy oh boy oh boy
okay i did some short cowboy bob bc i've got a whole ass cowboy bob thing that i'll post in... a year (not literally lmao)
Cowboys didn't wear glasses.
Of course, Bob had seen his grandpa wearing glasses, but that was when he was sitting at the kitchen table, sorting through the bills for the ranch. He never wore them when they went on cattle drives or did work on the ranch.
Bob was the only kid at the rodeo wearing glasses growing up. He had his too big Stetson hat on his head as he sat on Ranger, the pony he'd had back then.
There was a time where Bob had not worn his glasses. He was sixteen and insecure. He may have desperately needed them, but he couldn't think of anything more embarrassing than wearing them. Word of warning, ladies and gentlemen, don't try steer roping if you can't fucking see.
Thank God he still had Ranger back then. Ranger took care of him, quite literally kept him from dying that day.
Bob never tried to not wear glasses after that. It just wasn't worth the risk. He couldn't pretend he didn't notice it though. As a man in his mid twenties, watching as the city girls around for a week took his friends home, wearing their cowboy hats.
Never Bob.
He'd be sitting in the corner with his water.
But then he met her.
A city girl, sure, but she didn't want the other cowboys. She didn't to walk out of the bar wearing Roosters cowboy hat, or with Hangmans hand in her back pocket.
Her eyes had been on Bob all night. He hadn't noticed, had been too focused on the game of darts being played by his fellow cowboys. It was only when Natasha, the current rodeo star, pointed it out that he saw her. She was definitely staring at him, a somewhat flirty smile on her face.
When Bob sent a blushy smile in her direction, she looked away, looked back down at her drink. Natasha had to push him to go and talk to her.
"Hey there, cowboy."
Those were her first words. From that point, Bob was hooked. She had never seen cowboys in glasses before, and she loved it. She saw that he tried to hide himself behind his Stetson (which, now he was in his late 20's, finally fit him), and it was so cute.
She had to do most of the talking, but that was fine. He answered every question she had about the rodeo and being a cowboy. (She took his hat and put it on her own head for about five minutes, not knowing what it meant).
Bob surprised himself (and Rooster and Hangman, who had been listening in), when he invited her to see his ranch. She grinned, laced her fingers through him, and let him pull her out to his truck.
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PERFECTLY FINE – CHAPTER ONE (BAHRAIN)
genre: fluff, angst, etc.
warnings: hmmm nothing i think
word count: 5.3k
author's note: aaaa first chapter !! i don't rlly like it but still !!!! a very much opener/get-to-know-the-characters/intro chapter, so maybe boring at times idk. still so excited, thanks to everyone who's contributed. love u all <333
author's note pt2: when i write about the different drivers and their living situations, i know it's not all accurate to how they actually live irl. ik i wrote modena instead of maranello here for ollie although idk exactly when he moved, but there are mentions of milton keynes for the rbj drivers bcs it made it easier for me. anyways, just go with whatever i say about how they live lol. also !!!! i changed yn's team from mp to campos hehe. okay now let's start :)
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the winter break coming to an end is always a bittersweet feeling.
having a lot of free time to catch up with friends and family is always greatly appreciated, but at the same time, it doesn't take many days before you miss racing after the last race of the season. especially when the season is as short as the f3 season is, and especially when you don't partake in any of the winter-season races.
this year, though, coming back to the paddock doesn't feel as complicated as it most often does. your heart is light and your smile is big as you enter through the gates after the long taxi ride from your hotel, and you already can't wait to get started.
as you make your way toward the campos truck, you greet a few people you meet here and there, but it's the sight of a head full of dark, curly hair that makes you stop in your tracks. "jak!"
the american turns around when he hears your voice, grin taking over his face already. you strut all the way over to him, practically throwing yourself into his arms. "hey there," he chuckles, giving you a big hug.
"oh, i've missed you so much!" you exclaim, giving him one last squeeze before pulling away. "it feels like i haven't seen you in ages."
"right? the break was way too long."
juan pokes his head through the door to the truck when he hears your voices, making some kind of comment about all of these loud teenagers always causing a commotion, before coming down to greet you with a hug as well. "how was your break?" he asks.
"wonderful, really. i spent most of it at home, catching up with family and friends. then me and ollie-" your eyes widen at your own words. you clear your throat, looking away from both of the boys for a second. "well, i went to italy."
your relationship with ollie isn't exactly a secret around the paddock, but it's a bit of an unspoken rule not to mention it too much. both because you all want to separate your personal lives from your racing ones – you don't wish to crash into a close friend like jak any more than you'd like to crash into ollie, after all – and because a certain other driver might be around to hear.
someone who's quite the conflict of interest in this specific topic.
your break truly was wonderful. it felt like the only things on your schedule were skiing in the italian mountains, gym-and sim-training, and just relaxing at home in england to recharge for the next season. you had spent a lot of it with ollie, getting to know both him and his family better. it hadn't taken you long before you were best friends with his little sister, sharing little inside jokes and spending time cheering her on at the stable. and you'd even grown surprisingly close with ollie's younger brother, and you loved seeing the three siblings interact.
they all made you feel truly at home with them, like an extended family. you couldn't have asked for anything more.
ollie was well-known in your family even before the break, especially considering how he was one of the first drivers your father picked out for the academy. and during the break, he only further impressed them; he always helped out with household tasks, he did his best to create connections to every relative of yours that he met, and he even bought the sweetest little christmas presents for your parents and grandparents. however, just the mention of italy in your current conversation is enough to make the dams drivers understand. no other detail is necessary.
when you're done talking about your break, it's juan's turn, and then jak's. during the catchup, more and more people drop by to say hello, and it doesn't take long before there's a full-on gathering outside the dams truck. dennis, another one of your former academy members, and pepe, your new teammate and newly found platonic soulmate, both listen in as jak tells you all about how jetlagged he is after coming back from the states just two days ago. "have you gotten properly settled in with aston?" you ask with a smile.
"totally. it's been great, honestly. even the apartment they found for me is top-notch."
"oh? better than milton keynes?"
jak raises his eyebrows at you, and then he bursts out laughing. "duh." throughout the many years of living next-door from each other, there wasn't a single day when the two of you didn't complain about something the apartment complex. the smell, the noise, the trails of blood in the staircase; not exactly things you'll miss when you move out one day.
"i still can't really believe we're not neighbors anymore," you complain, jutting out your bottom lip as you speak. "i've been so close to knocking on your old door so many times, but now some other freak lives there-"
"hey!" pepe shoves your shoulder, and the whole group laughs. "you're much worse than i am!"
"i'm so glad i finally moved out of there," dennis chimes in. "if i had been neighbors with y/n and pepe at the same time… i don't think i would've gotten any sleep at all, man."
"i didn't get any sleep for four years when i lived there..." jak groans.
"is this your first time in a series together?" juan jumps in, looking between you and jak, but seems surprised when you both nod. "best friends but you've never raced each other? maybe this season is what forces you apart."
"yeah, what will you do if i crash into you when you're in the lead?" jak teases, pressing an elbow into your side.
"then i think a few compromising pictures of you might make their way to the aston martin headquarters..."
when it's like this, being on the same grid with all of these people is so easy. you're all friends, not opponents. all in the same boat with the same excitement and expectations for the season. unfortunately, you know it won't stay this uncomplicated for long. when you're actually out on track in a few weeks, forcing each other into the walls and swearing at each other over the team radios, there won't be any more happy faces.
but for now, you enjoy smiling with the people who are just as much your friends as they are your enemies. that is, until you spot someone else joining your little group.
paul.
suddenly, the smile feels much more forced; the air is thicker and harder to breathe in. and when he makes his way over to you, a lump forms in your throat.
a lump you understand probably won't disappear all season.
the second you're back in your hotel room, you reach for the little dark blue book you've hidden in your bedside drawer. the pen in your hand is one you've had for years, one you always bring with you to every race weekend. the ink has been refilled possibly hundreds of times, but the plastic body has remained the same ever since you bought it.
the journal itself is torn; it's been used and loved for many years, too. it's like an extra best friend, a second home. when you're writing in it, it's one of the few times you feel like you can actually be your true, authentic self – it's one of the few times when you're not afraid that someone will judge your emotions or thoughts.
today, you know what you want to write about instantly.
i saw paul for the first time since abu dhabi.
i haven't been able to stop thinking about him. no matter how hard, i couldn't get him out of my mind. i've been wondering what he looks like now, how his voice has changed, if his smile is still as bright. and suddenly, he was there and i saw him.
the answer? he's just as he always was. and i can't tell if that makes me feel alright or awful.
you're pulled out of your head by the sound of a knock on your door, and you instantly scramble to hide your journal in the drawer again. the second you pull the door open and ollie's gaze meets yours, it's like all of your previous thoughts disappear. it's just you and him again; no one else even exists.
especially not paul.
"are you ready to go?" ollie asks, hands finding your sides as he leans in to press a quick kiss to your cheek. "i found the address of some good pasta place, it's just a few blocks from here."
you nod, your hands landing on top of his and giving them a quick squeeze before pulling away. "i just need to put on some earrings," you start, backing into the room. "will you help me choose?"
"of course."
"carlos set a stunning lap today. did you see it?"
the question makes you roll your eyes, letting out a sigh as you bring out three plates from the cupboard above the stove. your dad has always been quick to comment on anything good regarding ferrari; to anyone living in the max verstappen era, even a sliver of a good result is enough to spark some hope, so you aren't exactly surprised. "yes, dad. of course i saw it."
"i reckon this will be our year," your dad continues as you walk past him cooking by the stove, carrying the plates to the dinner table. "carlos will make them regret getting lewis instead of him."
you can't help the chuckle that leaves your mouth. your mom gives you a knowing glare over her newspaper – don't start anything. you choose to ignore it. "you really think this is how it's going to look next week during the actual race?" you ask. "you don't think max is sandbagging the slightest?"
"i'm just telling you," your dad starts, giving his stew a good stir. the snarky tone in his voice is unmistakable. "don't come home crying to me when you realize red bull isn't going to cut it anymore. if you regret your choices, go somewhere else."
even like this, when you're back home for a few days to catch up with your family, neither of you can stay away from this bickering. your dad is always pestering you about sticking with the red bull junior team, and you never can back down from a fight. you're way too stubborn.
"are you saying that i wouldn't have a place in ferrari if i wanted to?" you set the plates down with a thud, the sound making your mother flinch in her seat by the table. "you would say no to your only daughter, huh?"
"i'm just saying that you'd need to prove yourself to get into the academy."
despite your harsh tones, most people around you think you're just joking around when you act like this; some family-mockery can never hurt, right? however, there's always a hint of seriousness behind it. it's been like this between the two of you forever, and especially ever since your dad became the head of the ferrari driver academy – the rivalry between you two is stronger than ever.
you've always been sure of your choice; you've always felt like the red bull family is perfect for you. but recently, you've started to wonder if staying with the team actually was the right thing for you. what really is your future in the team? it's not like you haven't got great drivers ahead of you, drivers who will be called in for a possible f1 seat before you.
and it's not like red bull has a stellar record of keeping all of their drivers. they only have four seats in formula one, after all.
your dad wants you in ferrari, that much is clear. you may have joined the red bull junior team because of his past with the team; he did win their first ever championship, after all. accepting was the only option when you got the offer to join. however... your dad really wants you in ferrari. there's just something about the brand, the colors and the history that obviously is intriguing for everyone. even lewis hamilton couldn't stay away, for god's sake.
you can't admit it, though. not here, not right now.
so instead, you choose to fight fire with fire. "bullshit," you mumble under your breath before speaking clearly again. "second in the championship last year wasn't proof enough?"
"stop this," your mom says, folding up her newspaper and placing it on the table. you roll your eyes yet again but look back at her when she speaks again. "new subject: how is our dear ollie doing?"
you visibly relax at the question, your heart softening in your chest. "he's good. he's back in modena now, so..."
if it had been your dad asking about ollie, you know it would've been because he's interested in how the academy is doing. but since your mom is the one asking, you know it's real concern and curiosity. "how did he find the new car? did he enjoy testing?"
"not really," you say, slipping into the seat opposite your mum as your dad places the pot of stew in front of you on the table. "though, you know, the prema cars are never that good in bahrain. but he assumes they'll bounce back."
there's something in your dad's tone when he speaks again that makes you stop in the middle of your reach for the ladle. "yeah, so i've heard..." it's almost sarcastic, maybe a bit... irritated?
you turn towards him, a frown on your face. "what?"
"william," your mom says with a shake of her head. she knows something. "let's not go there." but just as you're about to call them out on how strange they're acting, she speaks again: "what do your upcoming weeks look like? for how long will you be back in england?"
anyone with eyes – or even without, to be fair – can tell that they're hiding something. and while your curiosity is killing you, you're not in the mood for a full-fledged fight at this time. you take the high road, which isn't your most familiar way of handling things like this, and try your best to push away any wishes to question your parents. you answer, engage in polite conversations and chat about your upcoming season. then, you thank them for dinner and leave the house after giving them their respective kisses on their cheeks.
but all evening, your mind is on something else. and when you get back home to your apartment, your fingers itch to send ollie a text asking if he knows anything. but instead, you go to bed with a knot in your stomach. maybe it's a topic for another day.
being back in the car for testing was great, but it was nothing compared to being back on the track for an actual race weekend. the first round of the championship was something you'd looked forward to for what felt like years, and now it was finally time. you've never been more excited, or nervous, for any race weekend.
you weren't off to the best of starts, though. qualifying has always been one of your stronger suits, so coming 13th was not a result you had anticipated. thankfully, it meant you had time to practice overtaking and had a good chance of improving your place. having to start right behind pepe and paul in both races was an interesting coincidence, but you were obviously not going to let any of it affect your racing.
though p8 is not the best place to finish, you are actually quite pleased with having gained several positions in the sprint race and taking your first point of the year. the car was, as you knew it would be, very different from the f3 car, although you were surprisingly confident and managed it well despite the circumstances.
paul, too, handled it all very well – p12 to p5 is a great record. and when he sees the timing board and realizes that you also did well considering the circumstances, he's overjoyed. he's practically bouncing down the paddock when he finally gets out of his car, accepting the fans' cheers and the handshakes from his engineers with a big grin. and when he sees you further down the paddock, his mind is filled with memories of the two of you celebrating your good placements in all other categories.
just because you aren't a couple now doesn't mean you can't honor these results together, right?
but just a second later, he realizes that you're surrounded by the familiar red-clad staff members instead of your own campos staff, and you're standing right by that red prema car he knows so well. and, sure enough, soon the person he'd forgotten about steps up to you.
paul watches as you wrap your arms around ollie's shoulders, and his heart sinks in his chest. your boyfriend hides his face in your shoulder and your hand comes up to stroke the skin on the back of his neck. paul can tell how your lips are moving, and the pout you're showing off tells him enough about what's going on even though he can't actually hear what you're saying. you aren't prioritizing being happy about your own race – it's more important to comfort ollie.
to paul, there's something so unsettling about the sight. he's seen the two of you together many times before – besides, he gets tagged in pretty much every picture a fan takes of you with your boyfriend – but it isn't your proximity that he has issues with.
the thing that upsets him is the fact that there's a frown stretched across your features; one that doesn't leave even when you part from ollie, or when you're cheered on by your mechanics, or when you leave for your post-race interviews. a frown that any other time would be replaced with a big, proud smile because of your accomplishments.
the music blasting into your ears from your airpods cuts out the rest of the world, the usually so busy and loud paddock all gone the second you pressed the play button on your phone. it's been your favorite way of getting in the race mood for years; you're not superstitious in many other ways, but your playlist has stayed the same since your first season in f4. walking around the garage, doing your warmups, or even just sitting around and waiting to get in the car like you are right now, you listen to the exact same songs on repeat. it's one of the few things that makes you truly focus on the race ahead of you.
so when you feel two hands on your shoulders from behind, you jump in your seat. turning your head, you're relieved to see the big smile of pepe shining down at you. "did i scare you?" he asks loudly enough to cut through the music, and you barely have time to nod and take one airpod out before he speaks again. "good, that was my intention."
you slide your airpods into their case as pepe plops into the seat next to you, eyes zoning in on the f3 feature race on the screen in front of you. "i'm so upset," you huff, shaking your head. "did you see the start?"
"i heard," he answers just as dino's red car appears on the screen, and he crosses his arms over his chest. "but he's made up ten places already, right?"
"yeah..." you lean your head onto his shoulder with a sigh. "we should focus on the positives. like chris!"
"and like our upcoming race." you can practically hear his grin when he speaks. "i have a good feeling about it."
when you found out that jak was leaving the red bull junior academy last fall, you were heartbroken. he's been one of your closest friends ever since you first met; the two of you have always been joined by the hip, despite how you've never raced in the same series before, and you spent most of your free time either training together or just hanging out. how would you ever get over him leaving you all alone in the academy?
thankfully, pepe joined in the late summer. at first, you were just acquaintances, but something about his personality was too good not to fall for. it didn't take long for him to become one of your closest friends, too. another boy your age, another boy with crazy energy and amazing potential – he filled the void in your heart quite well.
as well as jak's old apartment.
you'd raced each other in f3 last season, though barely ever crossed paths or talked. but living next to each other, doing all of your sim work together, and now even being on the same team meant that your relationship went from zero to one hundred in just days.
this season is your first with campos, while he's been with the team for several years already, and so far he's been very good at helping you get used to everything off track. they took a big chance choosing two rookies for their lineup, and the two of you promised each other to do your best to make them satisfied with their choice. so far, you've gotten one third and eight place in your first-ever f2 race – and you're just getting started.
"i do, too," you hum. "let's go out there and show them today."
paul is beaming when you see him stroll back to the paddock after his media duties. his cap is perched on top of his head – the right cap, finally – and his fingers are still tightly wrapped around the neck of his champagne bottle. when he notices you leaning against the doorframe leading into the f2 hospitality, his smile grows even bigger.
you meet him halfway, arms wrapping around his shoulders easily, just like they have so many times before. one of his arms drapes around your waist and he holds you close, a hum vibrating from his chest. finally, he thinks to himself; this definitely makes up for all of the things he felt yesterday.
"congrats, paul," you tell him. "that was amazing. you were amazing."
"thank you," he says before pausing. then, he lets out a chuckle. "to be honest, i wasn't sure if you would care."
you frown at him when you pull slightly away from him, just enough to look into his eyes. is that what he really thought? that you wouldn't care about his driving? "oh, please. you still mean a lot to me, okay?" your hand moves down to his upper arm, giving it a soft squeeze. "i still consider you to be one of my closest friends."
friends. the word stings like a knife in his heart. it's been months since you broke up, and yet, it still feels like a raw wound.
paul forces a smile. he understands that despite how painful it is, there's something good in it. there's still a place for him in your heart, even if he's forced to share it with someone else.
he pulls you in again, and the hug is even tighter now than before. it's a comforting feeling; you're both at peace, with a good weekend behind you, in the arms of someone so close to you. after everything you've gone through together, but especially everything he has gone through these last few months with the mercedes academy and prema, you're finally through to the other side. "it all worked out in the end, huh?" you ask after a few moments of silence.
"i guess it did." you part from each other to leave that oh-so-familiar gap between you yet again. "will you be celebrating with us tonight? i think pepe had something planned. you know how he is."
you snort. "yeah, i do know. maybe i will." you shift uncomfortably, crossing your arms over your chest as your eyes dart to the ground. "but, um... i'll have to check with..."
you don't even say his name – you don't have to. ollie's entire weekend has been so far from everyone's expectations, and if you know him correctly, he will not be in the mood for celebrations tonight.
paul nods slowly, pressing his lips into a thin line. "right."
the silence that follows is so awkward you can't help but chew on your bottom lip, a tiny sigh escaping through your mouth. he must be hating this, you think – today is supposed to be only a good day for him, he shouldn't have his ex's new relationship pushed up in his face.
"well, i have a debrief to get to," you make up, flashing him a quick smile. "congrats again, paul."
"thank you." he gives you another nod, before turning away and making his way towards the paddock. "pepe will text you!"
and just like that, he's off, and your mind wanders to the thought of actually going out to celebrate. ollie will definitely not join you, though you're not sure why you don't want to go without him. is it because you'd rather stay and comfort him?
or is it because you're scared of what you'll do, or feel, when you're alone with paul for the first time since you broke up?
"p5 is still good, my dear." your mom's voice booms out from the speakers of your phone as you drop it onto the desk, and you can't help but let out a sigh, taking a step back.
"of course, but... i feel like i could've done more." it was both true and not; with paul's five-second penalty, you definitely could've gained at least one more position if only you had stayed within that gap. but then again, a fifth position and ten more points was a great result for a rookie.
"but you'll still be going out to celebrate with your friends, right?"
you ended up telling pepe you weren't in the mood to party, despite his persistent complaints, and decided to instead use the evening for relaxation and recovery. your entire body, especially your neck, has really suffered this weekend – you were already sore after the shakedown, but this is on another level – so a bubble bath and a good night's sleep in your hotel room seemed like a much better choice.
"no, i'm just going to rest a little..." you hum, flopping down on the chair by the desk. "maybe grab something to eat with ollie."
weirdly enough, you haven't been able to get in contact with him all evening. you were told that he hurried back to his hotel room right after the race, not in the mood to talk to anyone on the team at all, so you chose to give him some time alone to cool down before you'll eventually go over there. still, you thought he would've answered at least one of your many texts by now.
thinking about your boyfriend, you suddenly remember something. "hey, mum?" she lets out an affirmative sound. "you remember when i was home last time, and dad said something about ollie and the car? and he acted all weird?" you pause for a moment, but when she doesn't say anything, you keep going. "what was that all about?"
"well darling, we..." you take the sudden silence as a sign that she might not be sure how honest she wants to be right now, and it makes you frown instinctively. she sighs. "we're just a little worried about him, that's all."
your confusion only grows. "what's that supposed to mean?"
"we're worried he's feeling too pressured to impress us." you hear her take a deep breath. "of course, your father is his boss, so it is natural in that way. but we wish he would just see us as any regular parents. he's always talking about racing like there's nothing else in the world, and..."
"that's not fair." you shake your head despite the fact that she can't see it. "that isn't him. he isn't all racing and no fun."
"oh love, i'm sure he is loads of fun, but-"
"i really have to go," you cut her off, standing from your seat. "talk to you later."
you hang up before she can even answer, the guilt in your head from treating your mother like that already pushed away by the anger growing inside of you.
you always assumed your parents loved ollie. sure, you knew they adored having paul over when you were still a couple, too, but ollie is every mother-in-law's dream son. he's from your country, he's a pure sweetheart, he's even in the fda for god's sake. how could they not love him?
and so what if he tries to impress them? who wouldn't do the same?
when ollie opens his door for you, he looks like he's just woken up from a bad night's sleep. bed head, bags under his eyes, and just a general aura of tiredness. if you didn't know better, you'd think he was an insomniac. but thinking back to how badly his race went, the sight of him just makes your stomach churn.
your arms wrap around his neck in an instant, pulling him into your warm embrace. you feel the tension in his upper back release right away, and ollie's hands find your sides, giving you a light squeeze. you refrain the urge to pull away when he nuzzles his nose into your neck, standing strong against your usual ticklishness, and your heart softens slightly when he lets out a deep sigh into your skin.
"you okay?" you finally manage to get out, and his answer comes in the form of a nod against your shoulder. "is there anything i can do for you?"
he pulls away but stays so close that you feel his breath against your face; so close that you're both slightly cross-eyed when your gazes meet. "stay with me?"
your answer is expressed through the fleeting kiss you press to his lips, your way of saying of course. ollie doesn't waste any time pulling you into his hotel room, and you flop down onto the bed with him. he sits up and watches you lie down against the covers, your head nestling into the pillow. "tell me about your race," he says as he reaches down to take your hand, his fingers slipping in between yours. "eight positions gained, huh?"
of course he doesn't want to talk about his own race. but the fact that he's willing to think about racing at all, just to let you have a chance to talk about how well you did and boast a little; it all makes your heart flutter.
and you're sure, you're so sure that he is so much more than just a racing driver. he's not what your parents think he is. he's an incredible racer, sure, but he's also the sweetest man you've ever met. the perfect boyfriend.
even when he's feeling like this, he takes his time to still pay attention to you and ask questions. and then he listens, he really listens, because he wants to understand every inch of your mind just as well as he geeks out about every detail of apexes and tyre degradation. and then he says just the right things, the things to sweep you off your feet yet again.
he's so perfect that he's incredibly easy to love.
so why is there a knot in your stomach at the thought of the race – and more specifically, the person on the last step of the podium?
why does your mind keep running back to how he's celebrating, and what it would be like if you'd been there with him?
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user what happened to ollie though 😭
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redbulljuniorteam y/n and pepe making us proud 🥺
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#perfectly fine!#f1#f2#formula 1#formula one#paul aron#f3#formula two#formula 2#ollie bearman#x reader#x you#x yn#x y/n#fluff#angst#series#scenario#prema racing#ferrari driver academy
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Here's part 2 of fubu! Jake, please enjoy
Sub Jake, Dom reader, Mommy kink, bathroom sex, degrading Jake, idk what else are the tags
Jake was in disarray; all of a sudden the perfect person appeared in front of his eyes all ready for the taking, someone who he'd happily set aside his player tendencies from. And as quick as you appeared in his life, you left just as fast. Days of messaging you on bumble, insta and telegram, all being left at seen, then all just being delivered. He knows you haven't blocked him and yet you choose to ignore his relentless messages.
It was all going so smooth, you guys were seeing each other for casual sex and the moments after when he hung out in your apartment made him think that there was a connection more than sex. Those longing looks, those shared blankets, those intimate touches by your kitchen counter, those stupid moments before you kicked him out.
Did they mean nothing to you?
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A week passed and Jake started to finally entertain the thought that maybe you weren't gonna come back to him. So he finally said yes when his friends Chan's invitation to go clubbing.
"dude, she's ghosted you for a week already. she's not gonna just appe---- wait isn't that her?"
Chan was almost worried Jake broke his neck just to check if you were really there. And low and behold, you were. Just as beautiful as the day you left...a week ago or so.
A black and red halter dress, hair and makeup all done, everything was perfect about your look for the night. It's like it was ripped right out of Jake's wettest dreams. The thing that pulled him out of his fantasies however was that you were dancing with some random tall and masculine looking chick.
He felt defeated, then he remembered "who gives a fuck, I'll just act drunk"
And so before Chan can stop his younger friend, Jake went waddling over to try and steal you from the chick that could most likely beat him up.
"mind if I steal you for a moment sweetheart?"
"and if I say no?"
"please mommy, I miss you so much"
"sit"
And Jake was sat right on the closed toilet while staring at your towering pressence. Awaiting patiently for whatever you'd give him, your attention was enough as is.
"what gave you the idea that you could grind your pathetic little dick on my ass when mommy was busy?" you were leaning on the wall in front of the toilet and slowly traced the tip of your red bottom heels on Jake's legs. Slowly ridding it up until it was pressed up on his visible hard on and slowly adding pressure while simultaneously giving Jake a wonderful view of you wearing his favorites pair of panties. It was a sight worth dying for.
All he could do was whimper at the sight and your actions almost making him finish. He hadn't touched himself since you left. "answer me, slut."
"I-i'm sorry mommy--! I miss you so much. p-please come back to me. I-i'll b-be so good for you. Just use me. P-please come back! I-i---"
You cut him off by a kiss and swallowing his moans, sitting on his lap to get comfortable for your next actions.
"if you don't make a sound, I'll make you my only slut. ok?"
All he could do was desperately nod as you already started unzipping his pants and taking out his aching dick. Even the sight of you spitting on your hand as if there wasn't enough pre-cum coming out of him to help you out made him even more turned on.
You started you pace slowly and teasing his tip as you nibbled on his Adam's apple. Jake's plump lips was most definitely bleeding from how hard he was bitting down to quiet himself. "Did you bring your car baby?"
a nod was all you got as a reply and you continued to fasten you pace and then stopping. "Good, let's continue this there. But first, let me take care of my poor little slut"
You knew him so well, all you had to do was go back to teasing his tip and he was all over your hand and whimpering ever so quietly.
he was hard almost instantly again when he saw you taste him from your hand and kissed him to make him taste his own cum. "open and swallow for me baby."
"good boy, now let's say good bye to your friend and you can taste mommy in the car ok?"
"yes, mommy"
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I'm very late to the party it seems, because only after getting more weird asks than usual, and a few explicitly naming the bloggers involved did I learn today of the ugliness that went down a short while ago. Storm has already said her bit and I respect her choice to quietly step back so this isn't me resurrecting a dead horse to bludgeon. I'm writing this because I've been on the receiving end of this sort of campaign before, have seen it play out too many times with the same types of people, and because I want it on record somewhere that I don't know anybody here personally (a conscious choice) but that all my dealings with Storm showed her to be a forthright and thorough person. And even if she wasn't, that wouldn't excuse any of this bullshit.
Normally if this were a private matter I'd keep my opinion to myself after all I don't know any of you. But the moment anybody brings this shit into the public then anybody gets to have a go at it. We've all seen these sorts of takedown posts before, and I'm not always opposed to them because sometimes they're for good reason. If someone is actually racist, or idk a serial killer, it's good for the public to know that shit. Differing opinions on jikook being real, someone cussing you out, or blocking liberally do not meet that threshold for me, but everyone's different.
When I see these takedowns happen, including when it happened to me, I've observed it usually involves HCP personalities in this blogging space that take certain actions extremely personally and nurse grievances until it festers into fuel for drama that they gratify in because in their heads they believe they’ve been scorned and therefore are right. They usually think in a very tribal sense, rope other people in and force people into camps of friend, neutrals, and foe, and wear their egos on their sleeves.
In my case, I'd only been blogging here actively for less than 5 months before a pair of bloggers and their followers accused me of feuding with them, using them for clout, and that my opinions on my blog somehow prevented them from running their own blog and speaking freely. They'd been nursing that grievance for months with the followers who felt as they did, while I was oblivious, blogging with abandon so to speak, even interacting with them, until the call-out post. And my followers had been receiving messages about how much of a horrible bitch I am (I mean, I can be a bitch but hadn't been to anyone here at that point).
Thankfully I hadn't been blogging for long so most people could go through my blog to read what I actually think, see how I actually engage, and decide for themselves if anything those bloggers said made any sense. Storm has a longer blogging history and the campaign against her more widespread since she was very active in jikook spaces, plus she legit needs a break so I get why she's decided to take one now. I still get weird asks from people who claim to be devoted to those bloggers and that shit, that behaviour, that mentality is ugly. The point here is too many people take shit personally and then try to make it everyone's problem. Some HCP people can't help it if they have those sorts of personalities, but that doesn't excuse it. Seeing shit like this just kills the vibe for anyone who doesn't get high off that nonsense, and it further frays whatever community people are trying to build here. I usually keep my distance but I admire the people who have tried, even if only in public, to connect with people here and build community. Not everyone has to like everyone else, but there's enough abuse and BS to jokers from outside the community and fandom, for anyone to think their momentary satisfaction is worth poisoning this space, or character assassinating someone else.
Apparently anyone who has voiced support for Storm, has themselves become a target, and that in itself should tell you how weird this all is lmao.
For the people flooding my inbox who think we're in kindergarten and I should declare where my loyalties lie, get a fucking grip. If you have a problem with my arguments or views, I'm always happy to engage on that basis. But if you think me liking Storm and interacting with her posts is reason enough for you to act a fool in my inbox, you must be high out of your goddamn mind. Take my advice and block me because nobody here has time for all that. Vous pouvez vous attendre à être complètement ignoré par moi à partir de ce moment. J'ai entendu dire que le sexe anal peut soulager la pression sur la tête, vous pouvez l'essayer et me dire si cela fonctionne. Ça, je le posterai sur le blog. Tout le reste sera supprimé.
Borahae. 💜
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This is probably a really stupid question, but I feel like people are all over the place with theories regarding what feels like a relatively straightforward situation to me, so I need to ask: where is the idea coming from that Fyodor is going to come back possessing someone like Nikolai or Sigma?
Forgive me if I'm just telling you things you already know/is obvious, I don't mean to sound arrogant I swear 😭, but to me it's pretty clear that Fyodor bodyswapped with the helicopter pilot after he died? Just going by the face alone, the eyes have the little vampire possession lines, he has the same eyebrows, and overall the face looks just like the pilot's to me. The pilot stabbed and killed Fyodor the same way the guard did in the castle flashback (to make us connect them in our minds), and after the guard got Fyodor's blood on him he started being affected a bit after Fyodor died. We can then surmise based on the final page of the chapter that Fyodor eventually resurrected in the body of the guard, said body taking on Fyodor's likeness/face (without the scar he had previously anymore), and the guard's face being swapped onto Fyodor's previous body that's now dead. With that in mind, the same thing happened here; Fyodor's been revived in what was previously the pilot's body, and the two bodies swapped faces, effectively making it so that the pilot is the one that's now dead/died, and not Fyodor. This post describes it much better than I just did asdlfkgld (additionally, also saw a theory that the swapped face of the person Fyodor bodyjacks takes on all the scars/injuries Fyodor has ever had, hence all the strangely deliberate looking scars on the pilot's face he definitely didn't have before).
Having said all this, I don't think anyone else is in danger of being possessed by Fyodor right now? I definitely think there's juicy and terribly tragic potential for Nikolai to suffer that fate if he one day tries to kill Fyodor (which may be why he's even wanting to do it in the first place, if he's the only one who knows Fyodor's deal.... Idk, this reveal opened up too many possibilities for Fyolai and all of them fucking destroy me), but the pilot's face seems to prove to me that he or anyone else isn't at risk right now. That being said, I have no idea what exactly Fyodor's blood is doing when he just randomly kills people while he's still alive, since he doesn't need to resurrect then... can he clone himself in others while his main body is still alive?? Would he do that?? 😭 I doubt it, we haven't seen that yet, which is why I think his blood's/ability's primary usage is bodyswapping to revive himself after he's killed, and so since his target for that right now is clear, I don't think Nikolai etc are in danger yet (emphasis on yet).
...I hope this is coherent and not mansplain-y 😭😭😭 don't get me wrong, I definitely LIKE all the theories for who Fyodor could possess, they all have such great potential and I'm excited to see whatever havoc he ends up wreaking now; I've just been confused as to where all these ideas are coming from for the current situation, since to me he clearly bodyswapped into the helicopter pilot.
Ok, so I hadn't seen Soup's analysis here - that's a very good explanation of what Fyodor's ability likely is, and I'll be sticking with that until something comes along to contradict it.
Not to worry, it's very coherent! I did say at the top of my original post that the most likely possibility was that he was going to end up swapping with a vampire guard anyways, I just... think it's a bit boring, is all. I also, admittedly, forgot what the pilot looked like since I hadn't looked back at the previous few chapters. It definitely looks like him. I suppose I, and many others, are just a little miffed that the helicopter fucking landed in a fuel tank fire and Dazai just pulled out an intact, non-burned body, and Fyodor apparently got away with the body of the helicopter pilot. Somehow. It's just. Ugh. So, I'd rather have some fun thinking about who could get demon possessed that actually has some stakes on the cast other than "oh no, Dostoevsky still isn't dead" - because we all knew that lmao
Well, now this has me curious why the arm was severed. Probably to intentionally leave a body part (the wounded hand in particular) as a way to throw Dazai off the mark. As for how he got out of the helicopter. I guess we'll find out. It feels kind of pointless to theorize. The only thing I could think of would be that Nikolai used his ability, but that would be incredibly annoying because that would make his reaction to the severed arm... an act. Just like pretty much everything else in this arc. And honestly, I'm not sure how many more "at least it was funny"s I have in me. So, here's to hoping Fyodor was able to get out on his own somehow.
Having said that, Soup's suggestion for the nature of the ability is actually very fitting with the themes and makes Fyodor a hell of a lot more interesting. It's somewhat better than just "he escaped again" and if this is truly what his ability is, then I look forward to seeing it get elaborated on in future arcs.
Any further thoughts on the ability from my end has to do with me trying to figure out the nature of the scars on Fyodor in the flashback, Hawthorne, Ivan, and now the pilot. I still think brain surgery with a blood scalpel is a funny answer.
#ugh sorry for my clear annoyance in the reply it's not at you i swear#i really appreciate you pointing out the guard's face - i had forgotten so i'm glad you reminded me#i'm just so done with this arc man.#storyrambles#bsd#bsd chapter 114#bsd theories#thanks for the ask!
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I'm voting Kotoko Guilty this round for quite a few reasons. First off, the only other two characters who have been voted guilty are Haruka and Muu. Yk. Minors. Who are already in a shitty mindset, who's verdict will most likely make that worse? Yeah. I would rather not have them beat up by Kotoko. And she WOULD beat them up- she would have beat up Amane if she hadn't been stopped, and Amane is much younger than Haruka and Muu.
I don't even mind her fighting injustice to feel good about herself. I mean, she's still fighting injustice. Regardless of her personal feelings about it, she's still doing good things. It's the way she goes about it that worries me. The article she was reading on her phone states that "more violence than necessary was used". Of course, the article could always be biased, but Kotoko has shown herself to be a violent person. Her call to us to vote everyone else in Milgram as Guilty, regardless of their crime, is a request for us to give her permission to make them her enemy and crush them. She would apply the same amount of force to, say, Yuno- someone who simply had an abortion because she didn't want the baby- as a person who kidnapped a child.
Kotoko sees everything in black and white. Yuno's "crime" of an abortion is just as evil as Haruka's crime of murder. Here's a reminder of the character's crimes (from my understanding):
Haruka: killed out of desperation to be seen, to have his mother finally acknowledge him after he wasn't good enough (ie, neurotypical) to keep up with the other kids.
Yuno: Had an abortion because she didn't want the baby. She didn't have some tragic reason why, she had a normal life. She was simply doing as she pleased.
Fuuta: Took part in cancel culture, which ended up doxxing a minor and she took her own life. He didn't want to accept responsibility for this, but it was clearly weighing on his mind.
Muu: She bullied others with her friends, and then her friends turned on her. She reached out to a classmate for help, but didn't receive any. Muu stabbed her in a panic, after alluding to either her or the classmate dying at the end of all of this.
Shido: Medical malpractice ? I think ? It's still not clear to me idk
Mahiru: Abused her boyfriend until he offed himself due to her sheltered life and toxic positivity. She feels as though she can't change, and she wants someone to love even if it hurts both of them.
Kazui: Lied about romantically loving his wife so that he could fit in to society at large. When he finally opened up about his feelings, the shock of it all caused his wife to end her life. He cared for her, but can't continue lying like this.
Amane: Killed her abuser, and is clinging to religion to both justify it to herself and comfort herself.
Mikoto: Still unclear whether he or John did the murder, how many murders there were, who was murdered, etc. The focus isn't exactly on the murder, moreso how mentally ill people are pushed to their limit with no support or help from others and the unhealthy coping mechanisms that can arise from that.
She tells us to throw away our sympathy. But understanding and kindness and sympathy are so so so important- not just in Milgram, but everywhere else, too. Yes, these are just characters, but a popular theory is that they represent societal issues. And I do believe that's true. They may not be real, but they represent real problems real people face. By ignoring the nuance, we blindly swing at whatever we're told is "guilty". Kotoko only attacked the prisoners we announced as Guilty. She won't act on her own moral code, merely the law. We are the law in Milgram, so she follows us.
I adore Kotoko, but her mindset is genuinely dangerous. While this is unlikely (cough, Amane) I hope her Guilty vote will help her. But it probably won't- Guilty votes destroy a person. But I can't vote her Innocent, either. I don't forgive her for her black and white thinking. Thus, she is Guilty to me. I'm very curious how she'll develop after this. I'm a little scared, too, but oh well.
#milgram#textpost#milgram kotoko#kotoko yuzuriha#opinions#milgram voting#if you disagree id love to hear your perspective#about kotoko i mean. shes the focus#i adore her but she scares me also
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You literally just posted it but I love Wrong Place Wrong Time! Could we possibly get a part 2 whenever you get the chance?
Wrong Place Wrong Time Pt.2
Part one
“We can’t keep them here, Hero.”
A whispered quarrel could Civilian distinguish at the end of the hall, guided first by the warm light filtering through the thin crack of a door left not quite closed, they arrived at what seemed to be the entrance to an office.
They could not tell if it was the drowsiness still clinging to their head, hazy eyes and clumsy movements left behind by whatever there was in the pills Villain disguised as pain killers, which, even if they fulfilled quite well their purpose, letting Civilian hardly feel the injure in their right leg, they had knocked them out as well.
It was hard to tell where they were, the small glimpse they could get from the outside of the room they had woken up in indicated somewhere in the mountains, away from any city for no light could be seen from there, and no sound other than the owls and crickets.
Hero’s house, they remembered, though that looked nothing like the penthouse up-town the paparazzis frequented.
Civilian swallowed, giving a step towards the staircase, balancing themselves with the wall.
A painting fell, the crash echoing throughout the hallway,
They hardly heard it, foggy mind barely processing their surroundings, focused only on going down the endless flight of stairs.
Civilian did not hear the crash of a flower pot resting on the stair railing, they did not see the light emanating from a door which was previously closed, they did not hear the calls of their name nor did they hear the steps going down to reach them.
They did feel the hands grabbing them from under their arms, pulling them up before they could fall.
“Look at the mess they made, love, your Civilian is quite a troublesome one,” Hero commented, looking at Villain with a smirk, watching them help the other in their arms right back up the stairs.
“If you didn’t wanna deal with them, you shouldn’t have brought them here,” Villain answered, before turning their head to Civilian, whispering something to them in their panicking stance, grabbing them carefully by their back, cradling their cheek “You quite literally kidnapped a common citizen.”
“If you hadn't being so careless maybe it wouldn’t have come to this,” the Hero replied “but you held your little crush so high you couldn’t hide your identity from them, I won’t allow my image to be destroyed by a nosy civilian who couldn't just mind their own business!”
Villain stayed silent at the rising voice of the Hero, feeling the heartbeat of the person in the arms rising for they could not understand what they were saying, yet very well feel the anger seeping from Hero’s mouth.
They cleared their throat, taking Civilian’s shivering form closer to their chest.
“I have accepted the fact that I will never be what you need, that you will never show me off in public, you will never take me out to dinner, you will flirt with whoever crosses your path, and I can live with that, it’s what we agreed on after all,” Villain said, voice shaking ever so slightly, unnoticeable for whoever who was not aware of it already “but I have the right too, as per your own stipulations, to find someone who won’t be ashamed to have me.”
They took a shaky breath in.
“You look ridiculous with this jealousy scene, it doesn't fit you. And you’re right, I wasn’t careful enough, that is on me, but I could have handled it, you made the situation much worse.”
“I was protecting myself.”
“Of course you were,” they answered “you know, I truly don’t care. I love you, Hero, but I love Civilian just the same. Tell me now if you’re gonna be any threat to their safety and I will take them and myself far from here.”
Hero looked at them in silence.
“I won’t be,” they finally answered.
“Good, have a good night Hero.”
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Masterlist.
I'm thinking about making this a Hero x Civilian x Villain, idk, for now I'm glad I could update it, I had the request for a part two for quite a while, I'm sorry it took so long, exam week(s) were pretty rough.
Hoe you liked it tho!
#hero x villian#villain x hero#civilian x hero#hero x civilian#villains and heroes#heroes and villains#hero and villain#villain and hero#civilian x villain#villain x civilian#scared civilian#my writing#creative writing#hero x villain#short story#writing wip#hero#writing snippet#wips#villain#civilian#hero x villain x civilian
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Real talk, but I hope I don't ever cross the line where I end up kinning from absolutely every single source I consume. I've heard people say that becoming a problem before, and I've always watched from the sidelines as people really did just go through a hyperfocus, and go through a crisis when they realize they can't tell the difference anymore, if they could at all. It's a scary thought, to have that much self doubt, and to have the self be so easily destroyed and reattached through the lens of the traits you liked in someone else from another life, that you saw them just being themselves and got reactions, that you want, for yourself, compared to the ones you're already experiencing in this life and body. How many of you go through that hyperfocus and feel like you are falling back into place, like a long lost puzzle piece, only for that hole to grow back over time and needing to be filled by the next big thing that blows up. Sometimes that hole grows back so strong, it completely eats up who you could have been in this life, and you lose that opportunity all together. Too busy playing repeat on a life already spent and dead, just to feel like you belong. But that belonging is just a mimicking of a former life, and that was then. What will you make of now? My kins, have only ever been from things that I had memories from and evidence from in childhood. There has never been a point in my life that I question my kins, or search, because that, to me, will create the false positive. I've always had beyond specific things that never left any doubt. Never left any hole or any longing or any needing. I already know my stories, and I know why I'm here now, and it's sure as hell not to skeleton my life around an existence that is very intentionally no longer mine. I died, I moved on. I'm here now, and my kins served the purposes they need to, which is just holding memories that will help me be a better person, and lead this world into a better future and leave it better than I found it. I couldn't imagine having an identity crisis everytime I wanted to watch a new show or something, out of the fear of 'oh I know I'll kin or get a fictive from this source and it'll change me' because holy shit if you're that fragile.. 😬
Though I'll be honest, I love watching you guys and your funny little brains. You're different kind of kins, and how you all managed to be amazing and such interesting people in other lives with A STRONG PURPOSE AND STRONG IDENTITY just to end up here, and incredibly so much more impressionable than a fucking cracker and waiting for the next source to drop to tell you who you are, in the form of your favvvvvvv. Someone could create a source just for shits and giggles and y'all will foam at the mouth going MEMEMEMEMEMME, especially if there are bitches to ship or 'kindate' with. That's your guys' fucking kryptonite. Especially if it's two stereotypical skinny hot white dudes that barely have any chemistry beyond hatred and being on screen together for like 3 seconds.. The amount of LORE I will see invented or whatever, away from canon from you guys, makes me insane because why in the fuck aren't you guys writing more novels with the shit you're thinking up from your past lives. Won't you get more kins and sources and shit that way? Idk. Instead I see you guys recycling the same dead shit, for yourselves to live through. I don't remember kin being that, but you all certainly turned it into this.
I am studying you all under my microscope, and none of you are safe. One day I will make a wholeass documentary and shit, and I'm not joking. I've been taking notes for a long, long, long, long, time. The elves were first, and you guys are a different breed entirely, and I doubt most of you guys will even know your own history lmao and the elves mention. I can't wait for the whole exposé to drop, it'll be a blast. The world as a whole hadn't really seen kinnies and the whole shit storm that has been THEE history. Besides little, little, memes. But they're about to. So thanks for every juicy thing over the years, genuinely. It's gonna be great content. Maybe seeing how some of you are, from an outside perspective, will help you guys get back into being healthier with kinning again. Fuck knows majority of you need it. Especially some of you young-young kinnies that fall into codependency and abusive relationships over and over again.
There is a pattern and it needs to break. I think exposure will be a start. I think half of you won't be as brave with half the shit you're doing if you're under more of a public eye, and hopefully more kids will grow up in safer environments online. Especially people of alt communities, like this one.
And yes, I'm very much not leaving out the guy who believes he's kin with shitler on TikTok. If you were unaware of that guy and situation, oh you sweet summer child. You are unfortunately always going to be up to bat with fact kinnies, and to invalidate them is like calling the kettle hot. I've seen the arguments in both sides for years, and neither sides will win because you both enable each other. Sorry not sorry that's just the full ass truth. Fact kin will exist as long as fiction kin does, and vice versa.
C'est la vie and see you all in the exposure, it's going to be one hell of a ride. I hope I've made it clear that not even my own ass is safe, from this exposure. We're clowns going down together, for real. Can't wait to source my quotes from shit like 'that guy from the lorax that everyone was self fucking with himself' but it's actually the person I'll be referencing because through it all I do believe in kins FHJSHDHF
party note. This is the weirdest advertisement for a documentary that doesn't even exist. And probably never will, if past experiences with ultra indie internet projects go. [gazes towards kickstarter's early days]. At least you're keeping systems out of it? Longcat speed you, black emperor [metal band reference]
#fictionkinfessions#fictionkin#poie issue#kinsidering#ableist language cw#caps cw#repetition cw#slurs#kwrd#abuse cw#mod party cat#fakeclaim#kindating cw#hitler cw#nazism cw
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Once again requesting whatever soft dom jason your genius can provide
IDK if I count as a genius- I just have a lot of time to dissociate until I can write.
Jason leaned over the bathroom counter and inspected the split lip you'd given him- if it had been a chess game and not a sparring match, you'd have been eight moves ahead.
And he'd be lying if he said that that hadn't been the sexiest ass beating he'd ever gotten. He can still see the way your eyes flashed when he told you to stop fighting like a girl.
And when you stepped over him, walking out of the training room after pounding him into the mats, not even bothering to look back. Your head held high, the pieces of broken bo staff in your hand- it did something for him.
"And that," Bruce said, handing him a first aid kit, "Is why she pulls punches."
"Now ya tell me," Jason huffed, opening the kit to find the antiseptic. "What's her deal anyway? Mind reader?"
Bruce paused, shifting uncomfortably while he considered his words and exhaled slowly. "Not- not quite," he said after a moment, "But it can seem that way sometimes. Really it's just very heightened empathy. She knows what people are feeling all the time. Everyone she meets. And anyone in a radius of- we think 70 yards."
"So how doe she know what someone is about to do?"
"Practice- It's. You'd have to get her to explain it. She's explained it to me- and I've seen what the lab did to her and I still don't have a good explanation."
"Lab?"
Bruce's face darkened and he looked away. "I was working a case. Someone was trafficking kids through Gotham- not for sex work but to use as guinea pigs for experiments in this one lab. Ostensibly, they were working on helping kids with medical disorders but... what they were really doing was trying to create specialized assassins to sell off to the highest bidders."
"So how-"
"She was the only survivor in that round of experiments- Probably because she already had an ability they were just amplifying it." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Suddenly looking older and very tired. "They were keeping her half naked and starving in a cage. Forcing her to kill people- people no one would miss to try and desensitize her. But she felt- everything. Every moment of pain and terror... And when I tried to track down her family, they were gone."
"Gone?"
"Dead."
Jason winced in sympathy and nodded slowly, waiting for Bruce to continue.
"I couldn't just leave her. And- given what she can do, and what they'd made her do- I couldn't just hand her over to social services."
"So you brought her home."
Bruce nodded. "And she's been here- well. No. She and Steph got an apartment a couple years ago but-"
Jason nodded again, smearing Neosporin on the cut, making a mental note to talk to you properly and stay calm, understanding now why you tended to keep to yourself. "How did she kill those people?"
Bruce hesitated for a second but met Jason's eyes in the mirror, "She made them kill themselves."
Jason felt his eyebrows go up and Bruce exhaled sharply, "When they amplified her... talent, they made it a two way street. Sh can feel what you feel and make you feel what she wants you to."
"Christ-"
"Be careful," Bruce said quietly, "when you step into the ring with her. She's not- she doesn't WANT to hurt people. But she can."
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Sliding into your ask again. I KNEW CHRIS WAS DEMI!!! I swear because you're demi Wereroomies are just... *sighs, can't choose the right words* one of THE series for me.
So-so-so-so could you please tell me about Chris' journey as demi? How he figured out, his past relationships etc. Anything you'd like to share 😉
If Pretty's gonna be demi too, I'm gonna scream!!!
P.S. I haven't seen your beautiful cat for a long time, how's kitty doing?)
HAVE A NICE WEEKEND!! it's been a rough week for me
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aww, i'm really flattered🥺 idk it makes me really happy to see so much acceptance towards the ace spectrum in general hahah and to enjoy the series because of it???? warms my heart.
it's been a rough week for me, too, and somehow tonight just got even worse dsfhsjdkhf but i'll live. i hope you get some time to rest and recharge, bb.
here's a pic of Raven from today!! she's doing fine. cute as ever.
now, for the juicy question.... i'll leave my answer under the cut cuz it's gonna be long.
first, i'm gonna say that, just like it happened with his thing for thighs, i hadn't realised i had made him demi until fairly recently while i was writing a drabble... i tend to just write whatever comes to mind and then it's like i have a revelation afterwards lol. so after i wrote a particular phrase i was like "wait a damn minute..." (i'll leave the phrase at the end for those that are curious), and i started back tracking to Chris' instalments and realised i had been writing him this way for a long time now (not to say from the very beginning).
with that being said, i am currently not 100% sure if Chris as a character is aware that he's demi or not. just because i haven't decided which option i want most lol idk if i want him to already know before meeting pretty mum, or if i want him to go through that journey of finding the label for him with her... regardless, the way he handles his romantic/sexual feelings has always been... like demisexuals do, you know?
i think Chris Wereroomies might've had two (max three) partners in the past, and i'm sure they were all either friends or someone he met through friends that he ended up hitting things off with fairly well. he never understood how Changbin was able to go sleeping around with random people, because, for him, what was the point of sex if it wasn't to enjoy a good time with a specific someone? it genuinely felt like a ginormous waste of time and energy otherwise.
Chris is an alpha, yes. which makes it so he probably has a high sex drive in general, but that sex drive only ever exists when there is already an important person in his life. that's why we've read his inner voice talk about having "a lot of self-control" and why he was able to spend ruts on his own. his already existing predisposition to not feeling sexual attraction from the get-go probably made it so his cravings during his rut were nothing but the very minimum his wolf had, so even if he was frustrated it was still manageable.
while i'm writing this, i'm wondering if he ever spent his rut with anyone at all... if his previous relationships lasted enough for that to be a possibility.... i'll have to think more on this one tbh lol
but anyway... being demi is also probably one of the reasons why he'd been told he was "too intense" in the past. it's very likely that in his previous relationships he had developed these feelings that the other person simply didn't have or didn't feel as strongly, so of course they thought he was intense. what i suppose happened was that his high sex drive and his predisposition to being a hopeless romantic was somewhat contained when he was going through periods of time without feeling attraction towards someone, but then he did meet someone he was attracted to and he suddenly had all these needs that were just too much to contain.
then pretty mum came along...
in Alpha Dog, the narration tells us:
"Chris often prided himself on being a rational being, with a lot of self-control even for someone with a condition just like his, but as soon as he took in the shape of your body, it was almost as if he could feel his human mind short circuit and hear his inner wolf howling in desire.
He’d never been much of having a ‘type’ when it came to his partners, at least not physically. Sure, there were certain attributes he preferred, but in the grand scheme of things he’d fancied people with all different types of looks. That day, though, as he struggled to make coherent sentences and act normal while he showed you the place, Chris realised–quite puzzled, he might add–that maybe he did have a type, and maybe that type was you."
the day he met our dearest pack mum was the first time he ever felt any sort of sexual attraction for a stranger.
this is obviously due to his supernatural bond with her (aka due to him imprinting. yes, he had imprinted then, he just didn't know), but at the time he was just confused as hell because he'd never gone through anything similar. i'm sure that many times in the past he'd seen people with similar body types to pretty mum's and he was like "ohh, that's attractive", but recognising someone as attractive doesn't necessarily mean he wanted to fuck them (if you're demi, you know how this feels like...). so of course he thought pretty was attractive, but to the point of wanting to touch her all over??? after hardly saying more than twenty words to each other??? nothing he'd ever felt before, tbh.
essentially, that day he met pretty those very minimal wolf cravings he had turned up a notch, but it wasn't until he actually got to know her that it all started escalating. his inner wolf's cravings, his human needs, it all started piling up inside of him once he started developing that personal connection with her... which is why the first rut he went into after she moved in was so unbearable. he no longer had minimal urges, he was full on horny for this woman and he could hardly cope.
this is so long, my god hahahah but those are the thoughts i have so far related to Chris Wereroomies being demi. hope this answer is satisfactory !
i still need to think more about pretty mum and her past in order to determine if she's demi or not... but that's something for another day hahahah
so, finally, if you're curious, the phrase i wrote that made me have this entire epiphany of demisexual werewolf chris was this:
"When it came to romantic partners, he never cared about looks or gender or designations. All he cared about was finding a connection. And, in a more shallow approach, about big juicy thighs he could hold onto… But even then, the physical aspect of it would never stop him from pursuing someone (...)"
thank you for this question, bb! it took me all day to answer, but i enjoyed thinking about it. hope it's coherent enough hahaha
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For the Astarion query you had and will not say any spoilers/will be normal lol.
My first time playing I missed a few companions so less choice. He's hard to miss so anyone in the same boat as me would have had more time with him. Some you can almost miss till end of act 1 so again you'd end up with him for more.
Everyone that I did get for act 1 till maybe a little into act 2 was on the same level of fuckable for me (in that I wasn't too bothered as actually went into the game not knowing the romance was that well developed)
The most romanced characters are Shadowheart, Lae'zel and Karlach. So a lot of people agree with you. I would argue its more that Astarion ticks the right boxes for the people that create stuff for tumblr and tiktok and also has a lot of content/a lot of content that is easily quotable. Then because of algorithms etc the hype train kicked off.
My hope is that it doesn't end up going the other way and he doesn't end up getting hate because of counter culture or whatever. He is a very good character, as they all are and his story is also very moving. Again without spoilers, at release there were some people grateful that they could connect with his story and felt they hadn't seen it, as it is in the game, in media before.
Astarion slowly made his way up that list for me for the following reasons
Funny
Interesting backstory that gets more we will say interesting as the acts go on
Backstory has moments of oh fuck I get that trauma
He has the ability to change either way possibly the most
He literally has the most hours of dialogue etc and a bunch of romance scenes when some characters sadly don't
Now I have done more times through the game, personally I think they all have pretty good character development and are all very fuckable as yous say.
If you held a gun to my head and made me pick 1 I would pick karlach, gale and astarion in no set order and take the bullet. But honestly the others are really pretty much just as good to me.
Now the hype is dying down I feel like a lot of convos have been moving onto other characters including wanting to fuck NPCs.
I've gotten far enough not that my character did spend a night with Astarion and it's opened up some more information about his backstory, so I'm starting to see what draws a lot of people toward him. Also, someone mentioned this on my other post, but yeah Neil Newbon's performance does so much heavy lifting that you can't help but find him a bit charming.
And God I forgot this game has three acts my ass is just now almost finished with everything in act one I'm only level 5 after nearly thirty hours oh my god
But I guess one reason people might not be fans of Astarion (not just because they're tired of the fanmedia saturation mind you) is because of his approvals. He gains approval from you being mean or snarky and from some displays of cruelty, so that might be a quick turn off for people. Ive bypassed this by leaving him at camp whenever I wanna be nice along with the other "kindness is cringe" people.
But yeah, he's a well written character, I'll agree to that. Honestly, all the party members seem really multifaceted whether for better or worse, and I actually like that a lot. I do wish Shadowheart and Lae'zel would stop trying to kill each other and make out already, tho.
Tbh I haven't seen anyone 'hate' on Astarion. Joke about him, sure, but i think I've seen way more people shit on Shadowheart than on him. Which, that's a whole nuther discussion to be had in itself, but yeah idk.
God I still have so much of the game left to do what the fuck
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Do you have any advice for fan fiction writers who aren't getting many readers etc? I feel like giving up some days but I love writing and find fan fiction my personal therapy if that makes sense. I'd love any advice you can give or any suggestions. 💕
Well, honestly I'm not any kind of authority so take whatever I say with a grain of salt. Because honestly, I never really thought I'd get any kind of following to begin with 😕 this surprised me, and still does to this day, more than anyone. When I started posting my first fic (very nervously and through the feeling like I was going to throw up) I thought "well, I'll just write a few chapters and probably no one will ever read it and I'll get bored and it'll be out of my system." And now here we are, and I have no idea how that happened 😳
What advice I can give is, you can't write for the sake of other people. I know that sounds cheap as hell because the whole point of sharing fic is to get feedback and interact with others in the fandom, but really at the heart of it you have to just write stories that you like and you want to read above everything else. Keep writing. Keep growing. Keep refining your work and your style so no matter what the view count is, you know you're becoming a better writer regardless. And truth be told, you never know what idea or fic will hit with readers and what won't. You may write something and think oh no one is gonna gaf about this and then out of nowhere, that's what people love. It happens more than you know.
Another thing is - and this is going to sound harsh at first but bear with me please - in this day and age sadly you have to manage your expectations. Not because you don't deserve more readers or comments or because your work isn't good, but because the culture of fandom and fanfic/fanart is changing, and not for the better. There's dozens of posts that make the rounds on here passively warning people about how a lot of writers and artists are getting burned out and fed up with the lack of reciprocal community from their audience. Tiktok and IG and all that shit has kind of ruined the landscape of fandom because now everything is seen as just consumption based. More and more people read a fic and move on, binge a show and move on, burn through a fandom's entire AO3 content in 3 months and move on, and it sucks. I mean when you look at fandoms of old, the days of Xena and Buffy for example, a lot of those fans are still around and still participating and still creating work even though the show/fandom/ships are long gone. You don't really see that loyalty much anymore, and it becomes a cycle of the fandom shrinking and then the feedback and comments and support grinds to a halt, and then creators stop feeling like wasting hours of their life to pour themselves into work that gets maybe a handful of comments even though they see hundreds or thousands of people have read it. It just sucks all around. So expecting to see the numbers that a fic did even 3-5 years ago, sadly, just isn't going to happen.
BUT
I do also know this, the Clexa fandom has been one of the best fandoms I've ever been in, both as just a fan on the outskirts and someone who tries to contribute. I've found Clexas to be funny and welcoming and we have a core group of fucking awesome and loyal, supportive readers, but the thing is you have to keep going. Sometimes building an audience and a regular group of readers takes time. Name recognition matters. Yes there are writers out there that are just synonymous with the fandom, but there's other writers (hi yes hello me, I mean me lol) who came late to the party and it's taken some time to get people to see their work. Tagging things and reblogging, talking in tags, reaching out to other people in the fandom and making friends who want to help you with your work because you help support theirs. All that stuff. It makes a difference. Damn near every week or so I get a new reader saying "wow idk how I hadn't heard of you before/read your stuff before but I'm glad I found it, keep going!" And that 100% will never have even the possibility of happening if you stop writing!
In the end, you just have to decide what's best for you. If this feels incredibly unhelpful I truly am sorry, I wish I had better advice to give you but I'm as clueless to this all as you are. But 2 things I do know for sure without a doubt? One, there is a place for you in any fandom, and your work does matter. There is an audience out there who want to read what you have to write and they'll love it. And two, in the end just be kind to yourself. Love yourself and be proud of yourself for trying, and for being creative and growing your work. Fanfic is supposed to be fun, writing about your favorite blorbos is meant to be fun, even if more often than not it feels like the equivalent of just dancing alone in your kitchen. Ya get what I mean?
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hello fair maiden, hope you’re having a great day!
I see you’re taking requests and I’ve been following closely on your work (which is incredible by the way), anyway, since I’ve just seen the new trailer for vol. 2 and i just couldn’t help but feel a heavy heart when Eddie looks at Dustin with such eyes and i wanted to ask for a fem!henderson reader x Eddie telling Dustin and eddie as well that she loves them and that whatever happens she’ll always be there and that whatever happens isn’t their fault?
thank youuuu!
OH NO THIS IS CUTE???? I'm picturing reader with them both during That Scene: you know, with Eddie on the roof? Obviously part 2 hasn't come out yet so IDK what happens but I'm sure as hell gonna write about it. I've changed Henderson!reader to Adopted!reader to be all-reader friendly.
"All Together Now" (Dustin & Eddie & Henderson!Reader Fluff)
The upside-down screeched. It moaned and wailed like a living fucking thing, like one big sentient creature, which you supposed it was. Motes of... god knew what floated by your face. One touched your lips. You grimaced.
Dustin extended a hand to you to help you up to the top of Eddie's trailer, red lightning illuminating his newly combat-ready outfit. The dungeon master behind him was scrambling around, plugging his warlock into the amp and muttering under his breath.
"C'mon. Don't make me wait, here." Dustin told you, waving his hand.
"You can't tell me what to do," You mocked, a weak smile on your face. "You're not my real brother."
It got a singular huffed laugh in response. That's all you needed. The kid hadn't smiled in too long. "Yeah, you know, the 'I'm adopted' jokes actually get funnier the more you repeat them. Grab my hand."
You took it, hauling yourself up over vines and sludge with a grunt. Dusting off your vest as you stood, surveying the eerie, twilight, shadow-cloaked neighborhood. In the far distance, like a swirl of silt against the hellish sky, were demobats.
"All set?" Dustin asked Eddie.
Eddie looked up, anxiety making the lines on his face even deeper. His big chocolate eyes looked wide and glassy. He nodded tightly, bandana-wrapped hair bouncing. "Yeah. All set, man."
"Wait. Wait, wait." You walked forward to both of them, stepping over a particularly slimy vine. "C'mon. Group huddle."
"We don't really have time to hold council right now-" Dustin was already complaining.
You shot him an authoritative, sisterly look. His mouth shut with a clack and he grumbled, stepping closer. "Eddie?" You asked. The rocker licked his lips nervously before shuffling into place.
You put one hand on each of their shoulders. They followed suit, sealing the triangle. Heads bent together. God, you couldn't help but think, the look so tired. You probably did too.
This all needed to be over. If there was someone you could kick the shit out of for this, for all of this, you wouldn't stop until their face was ground beef.
"Guys." You said softly. Your voice echoed in the unnatural air. "I know this is scary. And don't gimme that 'we can take it' shit." Your grip tightened, enforcing your words. "This stuff would make Rambo piss himself. I just... want you guys to know that no matter what, I'm here, okay? I'm here, and I care, and... shit. You guys just... we'll make it out of here. Okay? Alright?"
Dustin didn't have a smart-aleck reply for that. "Okay." He replied quietly. Far too seriously for a boy his age. "We'll make it out." He glanced between you and Eddie. "I'm gonna go make sure the amp is calibrated."
Leaving you and Eddie alone.
Munson was a lot taller than you: you had to crane your neck to look up at him, at his nervous, resigned expression. They way his guitar straps dug into his vest. How he held the neck of it in a white-knuckled grip.
"You didn't have to come." He told you hoarsely. Thunder rumbled.
"I wasn't just going to let my idiot brother walk into hell without backup." You replied shortly. Hesitating. "And I wasn't going to let my friend do it, either."
He blinked a few times. Scoffed, with the twitching hint of an actual smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Friend. Yeah. Sure."
You pushed his shoulder. "We will be, if we both manage to make it through the next twenty four hours. Now come on, Twisted Sister. Get out there and knock 'em dead."
#disclaimer i dont know how musical equipment works. im throwing spaghetti at the wall rn#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things s4#stranger things imagine#my writing#fluff#asks
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How DID the cats help you out of a bad relationship? If you told us in a different post, I missed it.
um i don't think i ever elaborated on that! so basically about 2-3 years ago, I was in a relationship with someone. I was in college at the time and my dorm didn't allow pets so I hadn't seen my cats in well over a year. Basically, my relationship with this person wasn't... bad, per se, but just, like, apathetic. It felt like we took each other for granted and kind of assumed that we just... had to be together, because we were? idk how else to explain it.
Anyway, over the summer I got to go home and see my cats for a few weeks, and those were some of the best weeks of my life. (I also saw, like, friends and family, but whatever.) And over those few weeks, it occurred to me that my cats weren't... doing anything. They weren't being funny or silly the way people joke about cats being. For the most part, they slept, ate, and fell asleep on my lap. But I was so overjoyed simply at their existence, and every second I spent with them was a good one. And I thought back to my relationship with a person who I didn't really talk to most of the time, who it felt like a chore to be around. And that's when it hit me that I wasn't in love. Because my cats reminded me what love was, and it sure as hell wasn't what I had then. So when I got back, I talked to my partner, and decided to cut it off then and there. It wasn't necessarily a great way to end a relationship, but I've been so much happier since and I don't regret it.
anyway here's my lil boys being sleepy
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https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/725294362289963008/priorities-are-going-to-someones-performance?source=share
if there's 2 things jikook made clear in chapter 2, is that 1) for some reason they don't know how to act in front of a camera alone anymore. and 2) jimin is the one who's deciding how much they'll share of them, and it's evident in how jk is always asking jimin's premission to do stuff together or how he doesn't know how to act around jimin when they're actually together.
he's the one who keeps asking jimin to do a live together but jimin keeps refusing, he asked jimin to go to his music show schedules because they're a public setting and jimin told him it's already done (let me also mention how it doesn't mean anything that he didn't know how many performances jimin will do. i'm a hardcore fan and even i didn't know the details. unless someone has a ticket, they won't know all the details all the time and that's normal.) and that he already came to visit in practice, which is not public (during which they also didn't know how to act and looked very stiff). also how he waited for jimin to give him the ok about going to his house for a live and kept saying "if you say yes i'll really come jiminssi" but jimin kept laughing and then refused. and how he tried getting yoongi's permission to perform again on the same day jimin was going as if he didn't know that jimin would be there. but he still tried.
come to think of it, why did yoongi tell him "no, not tomorrow" & "there's 3 days" as if him coming another day would be fine but he still didn't let him perform on the third day either? 🤔 idk i'll think about it later on my own
when we saw them during hobi's enlistment jk didn't know how to act and let jimin take the lead. and at yoongi's concert they also acted like strangers not even hugging or shaking hands when they met. even strangers would've at least said hi, but jikook's body language makes them look even more suspicious because why are they acting like that all of a sudden? jk just went in and stood there.
they didn't even mention seeing each other in new york at all even though the whole fandom saw them hanging out doing whatever there. jk says "i wanna do a live with jimin but our schedules need to align first" and yet they spent 3-4 days in NYC/CT together but didn't think about doing a live. (no i don't think they feared spoiling anything, they're band mates, they don't need a reason to see each other and do a live, especially when they're in the same city and every knew it) if they hadn't been spotted we wouldn't even know that they saw each other at all, which brings me to my point of them still beng the same but not sharing anything about it. obviously it's gonna be harder for them to be spotted in korea since that's their playground and all the members know how to move about incognito if they want to.
whatever may be their/jimin's reasons. he's obviously the one in charge of how much jikookery happens in chapter 2. and there's plenty of reasons i could think of that would validate his decision but ultimately it doesn't matter nor is it my business. as a mere spectator i can see how much their vibe is off only when they're on cam, especially alone, but their dynamic hasn't actually changed at all. they're/jimin's just making it look like it did. good for him for keeping his privacy though, cause he obviously doesn't care what people think anymore nor is he looking for anyone's validation.
Hi again!
What you are describing is not a relationship. What you are describing are your own interpretations of those moments, and they don’t come close to mine.
You are bending things, to explain why Jimin and Jk are different from what you/we are used to. The obvious reason, is that solo era has begon. It’s a clear, rational take. All members are seen together less, so for Jk and Jimin to see each other less is only normal. It follows the same path as everyone else’s. That reasoning would imply that you have been wrong about Jikook though, and therefore you come up with ‘Jimin being in charge for whatever reasons’. That is not a healthy, normal relationship anon. Jimin and Jk are the same, that is true.. your ‘the same’ and mine are different though.
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