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themochiverse · 8 days

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Lost | JJK

➳ Pairing: yandere!kidnapper!jk x kidnapped!fem!reader

➳ Genre: Yandere, Angst

➳ Warnings: Swearing, kidnapped reader, jungkook is a bit violent to the reader, implied stalking, implied past assaults, Dub-con/Non-Con kissing and touching, Jungkook degrades the reader, drugging (sleeping pills), implied overdose to kill, suicidal thoughts, hair pulling, and scratches...

➳ Synopsis: When you try to escape from your captor's home one more time, there's always this feeling of lostness, and you don't know why but always feel lost. Lost in thoughts, lost in false hope, and lost in the woods with him.

➳ Word Count: 3k+

➳ Disclaimer: This fanfic is purely from my imagination, I do not intend to harm any Idol or person in any way. Nor sexualising them. Please do not steal any ideas from here, this is all of my work and original work. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOUR.

No part of the story can be copied, reproduced, redistributed or transformed into any other form. Meaning no photocopying, recording whether written or electrically. No methods are allowed that use anything from this fic. This follows in the permitted Copyright Law. All images and/or gifs go to their rightful owners.

A/N: Finally wrote something in a while, hope you guys like it :)) Also please don't read if you feel uncomfortable, warnings have been listed above.

Taglist; @minshookie29 @6tslovr @proflyndo @pinkcherrybombs @papijiminfeed @justanotherstarlightmonger @kittykatfey @princess-sunshyn @jinniesjoon94

The dim light in the room emitted a warm, orangish-yellow glow, enveloping the space as your fingers were scratching the corner of a table. The gentle hue seemed to intensify the temperature, wrapping you in a sultry embrace, and causing beads of sweat to form on your skin. As the light flickered softly, your heart thudded in your chest, the rhythm echoing in the stillness of the room.

You gulped, and your foot impatiently tapped the wooden floorboards and it immediately stopped once you heard his footsteps. Your gaze was fixated on the corner of the table— you didn't want to look up.

You wanted to ignore him, wanted to ignore that bile feeling in your stomach that made you nauseous. His boots stomped across the room, getting closer to you and your fingers intensified the scratching.

Jungkook dipped his head towards your neck, his warm breath gently brushing over your skin, as it sent a shiver down your spine. His hands were tangled in the locks of your hair, and he pulled it gently. He kissed the side of your neck and rested his chin on your head.

"Food's cold."

Your eyes darted to the plate of food he had given you not long ago, and you hadn't touched it since he left for some errands. Normally you would eat the meals he made for you but your mind was eating you up, the constant thought of him possibly knowing you tried to escape last night.

But how would he know? Even if you had slipped a pill into his meal, which knocked him out for about thirty minutes, how would you escape? When you opened the front door the chilly air that hit you caused you to blink several times.

You were free. You finally get to leave.

But as you took the first step outside, your eyes scanned the tall trees that decorated the entire area. Your heart sank. You couldn't get out of this place because you don't know how to.

Where would you go even if you had run deep into the woods? Would you even find a road? A path that could lead you to a sane person? You tried to reason with yourself as you looked back inside. This was your chance to get away from a monster like him, you could report him to the police and go back to your family and friends...

But what if he found you? What if you were lost, and by the time he woke up and figured out you were gone, what would he do? He'd go berserk, and he will find you. You don't know why but you're certain of it. You don't know the woods very well unlike him.

Jungkook knows his way around this deserted place, he's lived in this small cabin for years now, and he held you captive for months now. Of course, he would know, he prepared it just for you. What if you died while trying to escape? What if—

You closed the door as your back rested against it. You were so pathetic, so hopeless.

You stood up and walked up the creaky stairs, entering the bedroom where Jungkook was sleeping on. The effect of the pill even had such good timing that it hit him when he was getting ready for bed with you anyway.

Yet, you wasted it.

A scream was lodged in your throat, and your lips trembled. You hated to cry, but you couldn't help it. The warm tears trailed down your face as you crawled onto the bed.

Kill him.

Your own mind spoke to you, and your breaths shook as you heard your next words.

Go on. Wrap your hands around his neck, and kill him.

Decorate him like a bow on a present, and kiss his lips until you can't breathe anymore.

Your eyes widened when your hands were on his neck. They squeezed the fragile base, and you could feel his pulse. Slow and rhythmic, and it matched the quiet breaths he let out.

You inspected his face, and his hair fell on the top of his eyebrows, his eyelids were shut and his lips were parted open.

He was demented, a cruel person. You won't ever forget the things he did to you, how you felt so humiliated because of him. He took you away from your loved ones just so he could selfishly keep you and show his immense love curated just for you.

But you still couldn't do it.

You pulled your hands away quickly and Jungkook's fingers twitched. There wasn't much time left till he woke up. If you killed him, you would have won and lost at the same time.

You had no idea where you were, and there was no cell reception for you to call anyone. How would you prepare food, and fend for yourself? You don't even know a pathway that could help you to leave this damn forest. What would you do without him? But at least he would be gone.

You sighed and wiped your tears away, and you curled up next to him. You don't know why but your hands automatically reached out to play with his hair until you fell asleep. You don't know why but there was a part of you that didn't want to leave him.

You snapped back into reality once you felt Jungkook slither his arms down your shoulders as he murmured softly.

"Come to the bedroom with me, baby."

You didn't hesitate to follow behind him, and even if you didn't want to come he'd force you to anyway. Jungkook shut the door once you stepped inside the bedroom, and he took off his leather jacket before he put it back on again.

He sat on the edge of the bed and checked out the dress you wore for him. A white mini dress adorned with white laced straps, and the soft, flimsy part stopped on your thighs midway. The embodiment of the outfit hugged your structure beautifully like a doll, and Jungkook couldn't control his growing desire for you.

He patted his lap, and his words came out in a command.

"Sit."

You took a step forward, and Jungkook grabbed your waist, making you sit down on his lap. One arm was wrapped around your waist tightly, and his other hand gripped your chin. Your faces were inches away from each other as Jungkook stared at you intently.

"You wanna tell me something, beautiful?"

Dear god no..

You shook your head at him, watching his lips form into a frown.

"Don't lie to me sweetheart, you know I don't like lying."

His tone had turned serious, and your stomach churned uncomfortably. Jungkook shuffled his arm to get something from his pocket, and he retrieved the item, showing it to you.

"What were these doing under the bed, baby?"

He shook the container filled with sleeping pills, (blue and white) and your fingers dug into his shoulders firmly. Your eyes were filled with terror, and panic flooded in your veins.

Jungkook chuckled at your reaction, and he brought your chin closer to his face. You were forced to stare at him, to look into the eyes that frightened you almost every day, no matter how loving he tried to be.

They were crazed...a look you never wanted to see. His tongue peeked out from his lips, and it traced the silver piercing that was on the flesh of his lips.

"You really think you knocked me out last night?"

Your heart banged against your ribcage, and your breathing increased. He can't know, he can't, he can't, he can't-

"Did you think I wouldn't notice the little act of you wanting to cook for me all of a sudden? Huh?"

Jungkook squeezed your cheeks harshly, and his lips moved against your cheek.

"I wanted to play along. Give you that feeling of being triumphant over something ridiculous. You really are a fool, aren't you?"

Your eyes darted away from his, and your hands were off his shoulders. You yelped softly when you felt him push you even further into him, your chests touching each other as he made sure he held you more securely.

His hand flew to your neck, and he grabbed it roughly, and his nails dug into your skin.

"Eyes on me when I'm fucking talking to you. And don't even think about fighting back." Jungkook's eyes narrowed and darkened as he spoke right against your quivering lips.

Your heart was beating rapidly, and you felt suffocated as if the smoke from a wildfire was in the room. He found out...Jungkook found out.

"When you tried to choke me- honestly...I was surprised. But I knew you didn't have it in you. You wanna know why? It's because you're a fucking pussy, baby. You don't have the guts to kill someone."

A laugh vibrated wholeheartedly from his chest and you felt his cold hand drawing circles on your thigh. He put his lips towards your neck, taking a long inhale before he spoke again.

"You were such a good girl a couple of days ago, what happened to that good little girl who listened to me? Hm?"

You wanted to get out of his grip so bad. Your palms, slick with fear adhered to his shirt like trembling moths ensnared in the silky strands of a spider's web. Your delicate touch betrayed the intensity of your uneasiness with each shuddering breath you took.

Jungkook pulled away from you, a sudden thought coming to his mind. He stops drawing circles on your thighs, and he tilts his head slightly.

"I'm going to give you a chance to run away, okay?"

No.

"Gonna count till...thirty, and you're going to run into those woods as fast as you can."

Stop.

"If I find you..." his hands slide up on the side of your body, arms encircling around your back, "I'm gonna shove these down your pretty little throat, got it?"

Jungkook motioned to the sleeping pill container, sending a wave of goosebumps flying over you, and the hairs on your neck stood as you took a solid gulp. He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours before he pulled away. His arms loosened around your back, brushing your hair away from your face. He lowered his forehead against yours, murmuring softly.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

For a moment, you were in a daze, lost in his eyes, captured in them. You didn't want to leave since he was probably messing around with you. You couldn't help but continue to stare at his doe eyes as your reflection glowed inside those dark eyes.

How were you so lost in them? Lost in the eyes of a man who kidnapped you, claiming he loved you. You were lost in your life, alone with no proper companion. Your life was already ruined, and you ached to be loved by someone. That's why he took you because he had a reason, and you didn't have a reason to deny it. You needed someone, and Jungkook claimed that he was the one.

He's observed you before, and you caught his eyes like a hawk once you bumped into him on your way to work. That's why he was able to snatch you on a cold Winter night, and he caught you, his prey, so easily. Why? You were lost, just lost in reality, lost in your depressive thoughts, and lost in love. You were just a poor girl lost in her delusions and wondering if your life would have been different if you had chosen the right decisions. You didn't notice him walking behind you, advancing on you before you could even utter a single scream.

It was an impulse and before you knew it your lips attached to Jungkook's moving ones. You grabbed onto his shirt, kissing him with soft movements.

Kissing him till you couldn't breathe anymore.

His hand was tangled in your hair and he pulled you closer, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. It was like Jungkook got the message, you wanted some hope, false hope to be exact. His tongue prodded at your lips before it slipped inside, and your body was growing hot as you both made out.

You almost let out a whine when he sucked and nipped on your bottom lip before he pulled away. You watched the way his chest rose and fell before a breathy laugh escaped his lips. His eyes scanned your face, and Jungkook grinned. He brought his hand to your face, wiping fresh tears off your face.

You were crying? Of course, just lost again but lost with him in an intimate moment.

He cupped your face, and his head beckoned to the door.

"Still haven't finished yet, baby, I'm close to twenty, you sure you don't wanna run now?"

You let out a quiet sniffle, getting off of him and once you left the room you sprinted down the stairs. You didn't bother to put your shoes on as you ran into the woods, your white socks already muddied. You ran and ran, and this time you noticed yourself crying. Why has your life turned into this? Why did you kiss him?

Your body shook with each step you took and each shuddering breath made you want to give up. It was completely dark, and the tall trees engulfed the entire area. There was barely any light, how were you even going to get away from him? The wind blew harshly over your face as you slowed down, stopping at a trail that seemed endless.

You wanted to laugh, but why did you even attempt to escape yesterday? Why did you even think about escaping in the first place? You know what happens, Jungkook has taught you several times but you just don't stop. Your life was shitty, your family disowned you because you were a disappointment to them. Your friends were toxic and fake, and you were alone. And you hated that.

Is that why you kissed him?

You kissed him because he was the only person who knew what your life was like, you kissed him because you were scared or maybe you kissed him because you were lost in the emotions you felt about him, and about yourself. There were moments when you were sad, and the next when you felt angry, rebellious, hopeless, irritated and lost.

Just run.

Just fucking run and stop thinking.

You're getting lost in your thoughts again, and he was going to catch you if you didn't stop now.

So you ran, and your heart was throbbing in your ears. Twigs snapped, birds cawed and for a second you thought you heard Jungkook.

You could hear another set of footsteps behind you, and the realisation dawned upon you. He's right behind you. You forced yourself to run even faster, ignoring the cuts that were plastered on your skin. You were running out of breath and your legs wobbled, they began to ache. You can't give up when you've come this far.

You can hear him getting closer to you. When you looked up straight ahead, there was a faint light that glowed uphill. A light! It could be a car, a home, or somebody. You bit your lip as you tried to go uphill, the pain in your feet grew as you stepped on sharp twigs and debris, desperately trying to climb up. You squinted your eyes to see a road, and your hope grew instantly.

You could leave, you could find someone and call for help, you could finally get away from him—

Jungkook's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. A scream erupted from your throat, and you thrashed in his hold.

No— you were right there, you were about to escape.

A sob broke from your lips as you kicked your legs, doing anything to get out of his hold. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear, his hold on you tightening.

"Shh," his voice didn't soothe whatever you felt right now, "if you fight me back, I swear I'll make it worse for you."

The threat hung in the air, and it immediately made you stop your movements. Jungkook pushed you down to the forest floor, the wet soil coated your white dress, and this time the scratches stung even more.

"I was going to take you back, but look how far you made it. Almost made it out of here." A smirk formed on his lips as he took out the sleeping pill container.

"How does three sound?"

His words were a blur to your ears as you stared into the far distance. The light was still glowing brightly and soon a car drove by. You sobbed and your nails dug into the ground. Just a bit more time and you would've been free.

You felt the back of your head yanked up, and Jungkook's hand tugged your hair as you glared at him with furious eyes.

Jungkook whistled, smiling as he popped open the container.

"Don't look at me like that, you should have left the moment I started to count."

Your eyes fell to the water bottle next to him and that's when it hit you. Jungkook giggled at your reaction as he unscrewed the lid on the bottle.

"Came prepared because I knew my girl would get lost in these woods pretty fast, and far."

One hand gripped your jaw, and Jungkook pushed the pills inside your mouth. And he gave the bottle to you.

He wanted you to do it because he knew that you knew you lost. Your hands squeezed the bottle, and you brought it to your lips before chugging a good amount to swallow the pills.

"Did you say three?"

You asked him with a hopeless look.

"I lied," he said, watching you with a gleam on his face, "and gave you two instead because I don't want to kill you."

You wanted to laugh at that, maybe you should have just taken three. The effects soon hit you, and your eyes became sluggish, and your eyes blurred with tears. You lost your grip on the floor, and Jungkook swooped you into his arms effortlessly. His face was blurred as he was taking you back to the cabin. Just before your body shut down, right before your tears escaped and your eyes closed, Jungkook murmured to himself quietly, and a mixed feeling of hope and happiness washed over him.

"You're lost again, baby."

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ventique18 · 10 months

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Cliché but demon lord 🐉 and goddess 🌸♀️ who constantly fight for centuries because their kind wants to see the other extinct. No one ever wins though because they're equal in terms of power.

That is false. He is stronger. They just keep up this stupid charade because they're secretly married and meet up every night. They also make love everywhere they could (they are in no place to be choosy) and their subordinates would simply implode if this scandal came out. The holy ones, for example, would go berserk and demand the evil king not to lay his filthy claws on their virgin queen.

That is false. She has not been pure for three centuries. And she was the one who initiated it with him, by the way.

The evil ones, on the other hand, would hurl fire at the holy ones' wings and scream at them that their "pussy ass" would never influence their king to feel the nauseating love and sympathy that they've been harping on about since time knows when.

That is false. He likes to go on faraway vacations with her and pretend to be a domestic husband who cooks for and massages his wife. He also enjoys being submissive once in a while.

So when their annual "faceoff" at the border approaches once again, both stare at each other and breathe a long, centuries-old sigh. Oh, what they wouldn't give to just play dead and run away together when everyone else falls asleep while mourning their corpses.

#twisted wonderland #ventique rambles #malleus draconia #malleus x reader

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bon2bonn · 4 months

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Flowers

Carlos Sainz X leclerc!reader

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✨Pt.4✨

Words count : 4.2k.

Warnings : grammar, cursing, blood, Pickering siblings, overprotective brothers, crying, hospitals, arguing , fluff, Arthur being a menace, description of injury? .

*You can read "pt.1 here" , "Pt.2 here" , and "Pt.3 here" .

* aaaand we're done!, flowers 🌼 is officially done , see you in side chapters/drabbles or life updates ?? , don't be shy to say what you think or request if you like to ✨.

Hours later she finally comes to , flinching at the bright florescent lights blazing at her eyes and adding to her growing headache . taking a moment to adjust before she tried to turn her head around in confusion but winced once she tried to move it the slightest . She carefully reached up , finding a thick bandage covering her temple and her left arm is secured in a cast all the way to her elbow with her fingers peeking out .

Now that she looked at the white room around she noticed how it's overly clean and smelled of disinfectants , the bed felt stif and uncomfortable , yup , she's in a hospital room , not knowing how or when , because the last thing she remembered was her head spinning , blood on her hand , and distance shouts and then darkness .

She closed her eyes trying to rid her mind of the flashing images then looked to the side slowly , smiling at the sight , her Mama along with Arthur who had his face squished as he leaned his head on her shoulder both passed out on a couch beside the door , Enzo was on a chair beside them too engrossed in his phone to notice her being awake .

It didn't take long before he turned it off , pocketing it while standing , before turning to glance her way , she gave him a tired smile with a quite "hi" , he returned it absentmindedly " hey" before opening the door and walking out , she watched in mild amusement as he quickly came back in , slamming the door as he rushed back in to her side startling their sleeping family in his haste , both sprinting up to stand , eyes wide and overly tired . About to give him a piece of their mind , but he quickly apologized pointing at her , as she watched the scene with a wide grin as they all stood staring at her stunned .

"Hi" she said again with a faint voice , but a bit louder , and it didn't take long before they came to their senses, taking turns in hugging her as tightly as they could minding her injuries , all shedding tears as they finally felt a huge weight lifting off their chest as she's awake and talking.

Enzo stepped out to notify the doctor , Arthur took it upon himself to fill her in on what happened while she was out . apparently a drunk was having too much fun that he stole a car and went berserk on the street , took the wrong turn and slammed into them , the driver got out with way less injuries than her and the bastard got out without a scratch on him , he only passed out and was arrested about two hours ago but that didn't last long .

when she asked in confusion about what he meant he told her " well , Charles and Carlos crossed ways with him , and they did some work on him before the police could hold them back " her mother went on " they're locked outside until the police could take the man out to proceed with their work after he's cleared enough to leave" , Arthur added in a sarcastic tone " at least he was in the right place to get a beating" earning a snort from his sister while their mother pinched him for his words , he looked at her offended holding his pinched arm in false agony before adding quietly " they bonded over it while almost getting themselves arrested " , that got his sister's attention but the doctor came in along with Lorenzo in toe before she could ask about what happened to them , taking her attention as the doctor asked her some questions checking her coherence and memory , checking vitals before he gave her a quick rundown of her injuries .

A broken arm that required a cast for couple weeks or so , a concussion from the impact of her head against the window that caused the gash that required some stitches , which explained why her head aches and the nausea , some bruises on her side that'd take time to heal fully and that's about it . Promising that She'll get discharged in a couple of days just to be sure they missed nothing with the check ups and scans, he made some notes to dose up the painkillers now that she's awake , she thanked him before he left .

Turning to Enzo with a concerned look " where's Charlie and carlos? " He sighed as he brought the chair closer to her bed to sit down on " still locked out" frowning at her deflated look , he took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze " you scared the light out of me " Arthur supplied as he made himself comfortable at the foot of her bed " you should've seen him earlier , he looked like he aged ten years" she huffed a laugh trying to lighten up the somber atmosphere " what do you mean ? He's always looked like that " the eldest glared at them both before he cracked a small smile as they kept on teasing him, their mother sat back finally taking a breath after a long dreadful hours , all night she was waiting and praying for her daughter to be alright , for her to wake up and return back to them . Now here she is laughing with her brother's and trying to lighten their worries.

Not long after a gentle knock sounded on the rooms door , their mother stood up and walked to see who , exchanging a warm greeting and a nod " yeah , she's awake" before she stepped aside opening the the door wider to let whoever stood outside in .

Carlos stepped in , she noticed the same tired look up on his face hair messy from running his hands through it in stress, and a fresh bouquet of her favourite flowers held in his hand as he reached her side in seconds , putting it on the side as he leaned over taking her hand in his , slipping his fingers through hers as he brought it up to plant several kisses on the back of it , holding it close to his heart relishing in how warm it is in his hold compared to hours earlier when she was first brought into the room , he leaned up with his forehead against hers both relaxing as they're finally close again .

Their mother signalled for the brothers to step out , both disagreed but got a scolding glare that got the oldest to comply but the youngest refused, acting as if he didn't see causing Lorenzo to drag him out by to back of his shirt in a quick movement not giving him time to react , closing the door behind .

" Hi" he finally breathed out , too overwhelmed to voice anything yet , she gave him a smile as she greeted back " hi" voice still croaky but she was more than happy with him there beside her.

Moving closer he pressed his face on the crook of her neck , letting her hand go to close his arms around her in a delicate but much needed hug for both of them , his voice muffled as he kept his hold on her , trying to ground and assure himself that she's okay " mi Vida , I was so scared " she hummed in understanding, cradling her fingers through his hair in attempt to comfort him " me too mon cœur , I thought I was going to ......" her throat closed up as tears clouded her vision causing him to lift his head, wiping away the falling tears , he planted a long loving kiss on her lips to comfort her spiraling mind , letting her fist his shirt in a tight hold , it's her way to calm her racing thoughts and making sure he's there with her for real , he held her fist with one hand running his fingers on the back of her hand and using the other to caress her cheek with tender touch , but their tranquility was ripped as she glanced at his bruised knuckles startling him as she quickly grabbed his hand gently inspecting the assaulted area in concern "your hand!" , he tried to look nonchalant but his anger boils again as he remembered the smug look on the drunk bastard's face " it's nothing a pack of ice won't fix " avoiding her scolding glare but she wasn't having any of it , " you shouldn't go around punching people " he huffed bowing his head down to nestle it back on her neck mumbling " Arthur snitched, didn't he ? " She leaned her head carefully on his with a laugh " he always snitch , you should've expect it " he shrugged" at least he was already in the hospital " only to groan as she lightly smacked his shoulder with her good hand , but smoothed it after as she asked in a hushed tone reaching for his injured hand " does it hurt?" His shoulders relaxed and his face softened from it's frown looking at her fondly as she inspected it again for a moment before giving his knuckles a light kiss " I should be asking you that , mi amor , you're the one in a hospital bed " she assured him " I'm okay, the painkillers are doing wonders " .

He hummed with a knowing smile turning aside to retrieve the bouquet on the side watching her face lights up in glee as she beamed at him , holding them with a wide smile as he handed her the bouquet, moving to the table below the window on the other side , retrieving an empty vase to fil with water from the adjacent room that she noticed now was a bathroom before coming back to her side table taking the flowers out of the wrapping and carefully arranging them as she taught him before , and stepped back once he finished , hands on his hips as he asked proudly " what do you think? " She teased him with a shrug " not bad , still needs improvement but eh " he gave her an offended look " aaahhhhh, don't lie Hermosa, I did it just like you " she looked away " not even close !" He rolled his eyes leaning down to prep quick kisses on her cheek ending it with one on her lips as she turned to face him " you should take some rest " she refused even when a yawn slipped out " but I just woke up " , with another peck on her pouting lips he argued " I know , but you're still tired and your headache will get worse the longer you're awake " , convinced with his words she asked " will you stay ?" , nodding he took her hand in his after he brought the empty chair closer to her side sitting on it and leaning on the side of the bed leaving a last kiss on the back of her hand "for as long as you want and need me to " watching her drift in and out before she finally fell asleep , him following right after her .

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The door cracked open with Charles peeking his head this time , silence greets him as he found them both asleep , he braved himself to step in and take a seat in couch trying his best to not disturb their rest as he sat back and took a glance at their sleeping forms . His sister's hand holding onto Carlos outstretched one as he leaned on the side hunched over the chair with his head beside their locked hands his position wasn't comfortable for sure but his content face proved otherwise.

His sister's face was finally relaxed, if it wasn't for the bandage covering her temple and the cast on her arm it would've looked like she's taking a nap after a long day , not confined in a hospital bed with a broken arm and concussion .

Now he felt truly helpless as he let the events of the night before settle in , he almost lost her, his only sister , almost gone and he wasn't even there with her , he wasn't the brother she deserved to have because he let his pride and anger blind him from considering what she went through because she was scared of what he'd think , and he proved her right all along, he failed to fulfil his promise, he could've lost her and their last memories are him screaming at her before walking out on her , not sparing her a chance to listen . thinking that by opposing her being with anyone he was protecting her from a heartbreak , but in reality he was the one hurting her the most .

How everything he was mad about seems so insignificant and irrational now when he looked back with clear mind , guess that life have it's own way to set things back .

Shuffling from the bed caught his attention as Carlos shifted on his chair, carefully lifting his upper body up while keeping his hand still , holding his breath as he carefully peeled his hand out of hers , positioning it to lay comfortably on the bed instead, he let a breath of relief as she wasn't disturbed by his movement and leaned to leave a light kiss on the top of her head , moving carefully from her side he acknowledged charles presence with a nod , approaching his hunched form as he made his way to the door.

" How is she ?" Charles asked in a hushed voice still looking at her sleeping soundly, Carlos looked back at her before giving his friend a tired smile " she's still shaken up but she's too stubborn to let it shows , but she'll be okay" , Charles nods then leaned his head on his hands, his mind still in torment of what to do ? What to say when she wakes up? That if she wanted to talk to him in the first place, but a hand on his shoulder snapped him out " it won't be easy to get through this unless you're there with her " Charles looked up in defeat " what if she doesn't want me to ? " , " that's unlikely to happen , she'll always need you , but you'll never know unless you talk to her , just remember what we talked about , those possibilities and what if's aren't worth wasting time on when you can try working on mending things with her " he left Charles with a squeeze on his shoulder, stepping out leaving him to brave himself one more time.

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Not long after , she woke up again, this time with less confusion and a lighter headache than before . the room is quiet and she thought she was alone until she looked at the couch beside the door again , this time finding Charles sitting there with his head still on his hands , and before she could stop herself she called out " Charlie? " , his head snapped up and even from her bed she could see how tired he looked, hair disheveled and eyes red rimmed, a sob slipped out as she called him again, he stood quickly rushing to her side trying to find what's wrong as he asked in alarmed voice " what's wrong? , are you hurting? , is it your arm !? , please tell me what's wrong ?" Her sobbing only increased as he kept helplessly asking her , she frantically grabbing his hoodie's sleeve as he turned to call for a doctor to see what's wrong , he turned back to her taking her hand in his trying to calm her down , but she kept crying " you're here" .

His body tensed as he asked in a strain voice " you don't want me to?" She shook her head frantically gripping his hand more " No ! I want you here ! , I thought you wouldn't come, I thought you........ I thought you wanted nothing to do with me anymore" his shoulders deflated, eyes welling up as he shook his head " no , I would never . I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said that night and I was too angry to think right, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you back then , I thought I knew what was best for you but I only drove you away " her tears kept falling as she shook her head " I sorry too , I should've told you everything, I thought I was doing the right thing , I was just scared of disappointing you but I only made everything worse" now both their crying could be heard from the hallway as their family stopped outside on their way back, all halting to let them talk it out , Lorenzo held Arthur back as he tried to reach for the door to get in " no you're not" but the youngest protested " he made her cry , again ! I'll just smack him in his empty head " their mother scold him in a stern voice " Arthur Leclerc , there won't be any more fighting in this hospital, one child in the hospital is too much for me !" He backed down in guilt apologizing .

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Back inside the both calmed down enough, both suiting Buffy eyes faces red from crying hard , they looked at eachother before bursting into a fit of giggles at how miserable and disheveled they both looked, and after a moment she asked hesitantly " Charlie?" He hummed at her to go on " can I get a hug?" He nod when his voice cracked " yeah" wrapping her in a much needed hug minding her arm when he scoot closer , feeling her hand clutching the back of his hoodie tightly and her tears came back but he kept holding her as she asked " are okay now?" , he tightened his hold in assurance " we're more than okay" , releasing her after she finally let go , he wiped away her tears " I missed you " she gave him a tired smile " and I missed my annoyingly idiot twin " he huffed at the insult but didn't argue back .

" I'm still not over how you're dating my teammate "she nudge his shoulder " admit it already, you're just jealous he's dating me , not you " side eyeing her with a sassy voice " lies and deceptions , we both know I'm the better twin " she scoffed at him " rude!! " But he ignored her and kept talking " at least it wasn't Max " groaning as she cackled at his annoyed face " so I guess....... " He paused as she tilted her head waiting for him to go on " I'll give him a chance , just because he makes you happy I won't run him over on track next race weekend " he rolled his eyes as she let out a cheer at his words swatting away her poking hand but stopped when he saw her brows creased in a frown as she huffed " not you too" his confusion cleared as he followed her eyes to his now bruised knuckles attempting to hide it but winced as she pinched his arm hard enough for him to jump back from another one aimed at his ear " aaahhh! , what was that for? " She glared at him the best she could " for you running around punching people!" He argued heatedly " he deserved it!" , dodging as she went to chuck a spare pillow at him , exclaiming dramatically " stop ! Why are you trying to hit me ! I already have an injured hand" , she snapped back " and who's fault is that ?" He quickly answered " it's Arthur's fault! " The mentioned brother stood dumfounded at the door frame , jaw dropping as he was accused pointing at Charles in bewilderment " I did nothing! , It's your fault you marched to the guy and swung at him !" Charles pointed back at him " after you pointed him out to me! " , " I didn't!".

They went back and forth shifting the blame on who's fault is it , Carlos and Lorenzo stood back watching as Pascal ignored the Pickering brothers heading to her daughter's side , both paying them no mind , Enzo clapped Carlos on the back " well , I guess it's time to officially welcome you to the family . good luck , you'll need it with those three idiots" he stepped in trying to separate the two as they kept swating eachother before his sister snapped from her bed " Enzo , he just got here , don't scare him away " Carlos chuckled at them as he closed the door after him , stepping closer to her side taking her hand gently " don't worry mi amor , I won't be going anywhere" .

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The garage buzzed as mechanics swarm in and out preparing the cars and equipments before they need take them out , both drivers stood to the side after they finished putting their suit's on Carlos stood with his hands behind his back looking smugly at Charles who rolled his eyes at him arms crossed in irritation, tempted to reach out to smack the smug look off his face , but his sister's glare kept him put , but he won't keep quiet about how displeased he felt when she showed up wearin his teammates number instead of his " you're a traitor " she looked at him with a side eye " I'm in Ferrari's garage, wearing Ferrari's merch from head to toe , what else do you want!? " He kept his unimpressed look " it's not my number on it ! " , not giving him a chance she nonchalantly asked " and ? " A look of betrayal took over his face as Carlos starts cackling beside them " that's it ! Arthur is my favourite now! He won't betray me , where is he ? " Looking around for his , she held back her laugh as she tried to keep a straight face " at least I'm here , your favourite is at the McLaren's garage" but failed as he stood wide eyed before them " you can't even trust your own blood these days ! , I only trust Enzo! He won't let me down " moving to head out to the McLaren's garage next door to drag his youngest brother back , leaving the couple behind as the shared a knowing look " should we tell him? " She shook her head at Carlos's question " he'll lose it he knew " thinking back to the facetime call she had with her brother earlier, him watching the race back home wearing a Ferrari cap with Carlos number instead of Charles.

Taking the quiet moment carlos brought her close with a hand on her waist, the other held a single flower that he gave to her before wrapping the other arm around her too , watching her face breaking into a wide grin , light dimples on display that he didn't hesitate to kiss , leaning his forehead on hers " you look breathtaking mi Vida "Giving him a teasing smile " i always looked like this " he hummed in agreement pumping his nose with hers " even more so when you're wearing my number" relishing in her laugh as she gave him a quick kiss wrappin her arms around his neck to bring him closer " well , it happened that it's my favourite number " running a hand through the back of his head " but I like the driver more " earning a smirk as he gave her a peck on the cheek " I heard he's a good driver , no?" She only hummed " one of the best , on and off track " he ask " how so ?" , she answered with a wide grin " he brings me flowers, hold my hand , takes care of me , puts up with my annoying brothers and respects my mama , and I looooove him " he startled her with a deep kiss leaving her out of breath as he hid his face on her neck " and he love you too , more and more everyday day " both lost in their small bubble until someone called him to go over some final notes , he gave her an apologetic smile before reluctantly letting her go with a final kiss wither wishing him luck and a safe driving, watching as he was swept away . her twin brother not far behind doing the same but stopped as she came up to wish him luck , rolling her eyes as he came back to her again , taking his cap off shoving it on top of her head , feeling accomplished before he was dragged out .

#carlos sainz x female reader #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x leclerc! reader #carlos sainz imagine #leclerc!reader #leclerc!sister #charles leclerc x leclerc!reader #f1 x female reader #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 imagines #f1 imagine #flowers #🌼

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homesweetgoodneighbor · 5 months

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As the holidays speed towards us like a bullet train, here are more ways to support/survive the fiber artist in your life. (You might as well print and save these, because we fiber artists will never learn our lesson.):

DO:

Make them stop each day before they hurt themselves. @gootspatrol made mention of this in a comment and I added it to a reblog, but I want to say it again because it is fucking IMPORTANT. All fiber arts are pretty much repetitive stress injuries waiting to happen. People think our crafts are easy peasy and have no clue that even "easy" things can also injure a body if done too much for too long. Do not work through the pain, folks. It absolutely will come back to haunt you.

Tell them to step back and work on another project if they are getting frustrated with the one they are currently working. I promise you we ALL have multiple projects going. Sometimes a project is just being fucking argumentative, and the situation devolves into such cussing and threats that anyone overhearing will be sure you live with a serial killer. Putting it down and doing another for a while, or at least until that one also becomes the bane of our existence, always helps.

Remind them their bladder exists and isn't meant to be ignored. Yes, I know that sounds silly, but many fiber artists already have ADHD, and we are notorious for ignoring bodily processes. Forgettingto eat is one thing, but much as we'd love to, we can't will our bladders to go away.

From time to time gush at how amazing their project is looking. Your fiber artist will always invariably say "It sucks sweaty donkey balls. I want to set fire to it, but I spent too much damn money on it." Ignore that. They say that because none of us can take compliments. Inside we are squeeing that you noticed. (Note: Be genuine or say nothing at all. We can sense false praise faster than a cat can hear the canned food being opened.)

Be a buffer towards those who do not understand. Tell those who dismiss your loved one's work as anything other than "hard work filled with love" to fuck all the way off. Do feel free to be creative when doing so. You will immediately be a super hero and probably prevent that other person from having their brains ripped out through their nostril by a crochet hook.

DON'T:

Laugh when we say "Next year I will start earlier/make less/buy gift cards instead." Yes, we know we are just kidding ourselves and living in denial. It's a design flaw in a fiber artist's nature. Just hug us and move on.

Have a calendar counting down the days to the holiday they are working towards. Do not even mention time. Doing so will send them spiraling into an almost barbaric berserker frenzy. They will become the whirling dervish of the cartoon Tasmanian devil with fiber and notions being flung about. There is high probability you will be sucked into it and put to work. Unless you feel up to being conscripted into detangling a ramen noodle pile of yarn, sorting thread, or being used as a dress form dummy every ten minutes, just keep your mouth shut.

Play the "Let's mess up their counting by nonchalantly telling a story of our ancestor in 1583 who had 5 goats and worked 50 hours a week and made 100 clocks that told 20 different times..." Look, fiber artists are willing to do something that is so repetitive as to be injurous. Do you think a few more of such actions to turn you into a tasteful decoration will discourage them? Remember: we work with fiber, and a noose is nothing but a bunch of fibers twisted together and tied into a neat knot. Don't fuck with us.

Love y'all! Please take care of yourselves! Be safe and I hope to see lots of pics of finished projects!

#fiber arts #fiber crafts #crochet #knitting #embroidery #sewing #hand sewing #weaving

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vigilskeep · 4 months

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does she feel like. bad for killing leliana 😭

YES. sorry. i am the one making jokes. sulahni would not.

to clarify: none of this is what sulahni wanted. even when she had leliana’s arrow in her shoulder, she tried to knock her down without hurting her. if it hadn’t been for the guardian and his ash wraith, she might have succeeded in restraining her or knocking her out. as it is, she only struck when leliana turned on morrigan, and by then the berserker’s fury had taken her. by the time she came to herself again, leliana was dead. she begged her to wake up; she held her body until sten pulled her away, sobbing into her shoulder and remembering the nights on watch when leliana had said she felt so safe half-asleep against her. she refused to take the things she had given her from her corpse. she wanted to take her from the temple, but the party was worn down—morrigan had a broken bone, sulahni a head injury—and the journey down the mountain was long for such a burden. so she left her there with the ashes of her false god, who watched all this suffering for her sake with the same silence she had watched her promises to sulahni’s people be broken. wynne abandoned the party, and morrigan was frustrated that without her, she couldn’t heal sulahni’s shoulder enough not to leave a scar from leliana’s arrow. sulahni said, good.

yes i would say she feels bad. she was so nearly in love with this girl. but she wouldn’t take it back.

#sulahni mahariel

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risustravelogue · 10 months

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For Whose Sake

Summary:

Have you ever wondered why Alhaitham could act so well in front of Azar?

Featuring:

Alhaitham

Tone:

Um... angst? I think? It's a drabble.

Note:

See end note.

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Have you ever wondered why Alhaitham could act so well in front of Azar?

It’s because the rage was real.

Oh, no. Not for himself.

He was enraged because Azar had violated you. His beloved. Harvesting your energy to create a false god.

He doesn’t mind if it’s him. He doesn’t care otherwise.

But the thought of you, his love, being used as a mere battery for Azar’s grand delusion…

He couldn’t bear it.

He couldn’t let Azar get away with it.

And so, when he shouted in unadulterated rage, it was for you.

His heart.

His peace.

His everything.

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The idea came up while I was drawing Corrupted!Alhaitham. The thought of him going berserk for the sake of someone he deeply loves is just… (chef's kiss)

Hope you enjoyed it! 💚

#astronetwrk #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham angst #genshin alhaitham #genshin impact alhaitham #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #kurisu writes

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ddarker-dreams · 8 months

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What random video essays have you seen lately? How random are we talking…

i'll let you be the judge of that . here are the most recent video essays i've watched:

Dealing with the Devil: Succession & The Tragedy of Wealth (this is my fav youtuber btw .)

The Tragic Horror of Fear and Hunger 2: Termina

Berserk as a Nietzschean Tragedy — Art, Morality, Affirmation

The Greatest, Terrible Book Ever Made - The Story too Disturbing to be a Movie: Blood Meridian

The False Evolution of Execution Methods

Inner Gold - Alchemy and Psychology

hm. this is certainly a list. i have a predilection for tragedies and the macabre i guess ??

#i do a lot of cooking for family and friends while i'm in my unemployed era #video essays and podcasts are the secret to a yummy meal #i can't peel a potato if i'm not learning about the electric chair or something #answered #Anonymous

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sommerregenjuniluft · 8 months

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@jegulus-microfic september 8 — colorful — 1.4k words

cookie baking vs beef cake jamie and reg being a mess

James was trying to put on weight.

Something or another about how you gain more muscle that way and after a few weeks you can decide to cut back and ideally the fat will get burned up and vanish and the muscles underneath will remain. However the hell that’s supposed to work, Regulus is no fucking gym rat.

His stupid brother and that one’s equally stupid best friend are though and so Regulus is subjected to witnessing them throwing back their morning protein shakes like berserks and nearly pissing himself when at night he wants another glass of water from the kitchen sink and is met with the sight of Sirius and James wolfing down blocks of Feta or spooning half a litre buckets of low-fat quark like feral fucking raccoons bent over a trashcan.

As well as, apparently, high calorie sugar cookie baking.

James had the ‘brilliant’ idea of getting thousands of edible baking embellishments to put on top of the cookies. Food coloring for the frosting, marshmallows, little chocolates, nuts, sprinkles, whipped cream– Regulus is fairly sure the list goes on.

Pulling out every option under the sun, basically.

Somehow they’d ended up being abandoned by all three Sirius, Remus and Peter so now Regulus was to endure all…this all by himself.

This being James burly arms clad by his tight shirt that fits even more snugly now after the extra few pounds. Smooth brown skin, broad shoulder and a wide back, as always, and now he no longer looked fit as fuck but he instead fucking cuddly.

Regulus was led into a false sense of security believing that surely the less pronounced James’ muscles would get the less he’d internally melt down if in his close proximity.

Regulus was fucking wrong for that speculation because now the light pudge to James’ tall form makes him look so fucking domestic and warm and like home that Regulus wants to rip the hair out of his skull no less than a thirty times on a daily basis.

And now Regulus is being seducted bullied into baking cookies with that man. Looking the way he does now. For the next two hours minimum. Just the two of them. Alone.

“Arms up, love,” while tying the apron low on Regulus’ back.

Helping Regulus mix and knead and roll their dough, standing all close and smelling spicy and mind bendingly good.

Hunching forward and pressing his palms down into the counter to get it flat.

Smiling softly to himself when he places the excelled cookies successfully on the tray and snickering mischievously when he gets away with using the Christmas cookie cutters, producing several reindeers before Regulus catches him and puts an end to his nonsense.

It’s barely even Halloween season, christ’s sake.

Regulus takes a breath when they slide the last tray into the oven. Rubs with the back of his hand at the crusted flour on his forehead as James sets the timer, grinning warmly at him.

They take a few on the couch in peaceful silence. And again, false sense of security.

Regulus thought the hard part was over already.

Regulus had not given James’ creative streak enough credit in his calculations.

They ‘have to’ make 4 different colored frostings.

A nice warm pink one, a light blue one, one is yellow with edible glitter, “Obviously so that it looks like gold, Reg, keep up.” and a last one James wildly pours the blue, green and purple into. Doesn’t mix the last one well so that it stays colorfully streaked.

“Galaxy vibes, hey?”

Regulus sighs.

James’ grin only widens at that, “What?”

And he pauses to lean right next to Regulus against the counter. Regulus busies himself with stirring the already perfectly smooth, equally saturated pink frosting, huffing an annoyed breath, “What for?”

“Why not?” James counters.

Regulus ignores that. “Don’t you think it’ll taste weird if the coloring’s not properly mixed with the frosting?”

James cocks his head at that for a moment, “Only one way to find out.”

And then proceeds to swipe a finger through the bowl and hold it up to Regulus’ face.

“Open up, love.”

And Regulus knows he shouldn’t.

Feels it in the way his shoulders draw tight and his breath refuses to come back out after the intake.

But James is looking at him with those deep brown eyes behind his glasses, the mess of raven hair streaked with flour dust and the slightest uptick in the corner of his parted lips.

Regulus slowly opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out.

Looks up at James as this one’s eyelids flutter once, twice and then he’s smearing the frosting from his digit down onto Regulus’ waiting tongue.

Regulus feels himself sway into the motion, tilts his head back to make James’ index slide down the tip of it and off.

Then James puts that same finger back into the frosting, without ever taking his eyes off Regulus, before leading it into his mouth as well.

Closing his lips around the sole fingertip and sucking. But still managing to get some on the lower line of his lips, having dipped his finger in too deep without watching what he was doing.

There’s a line of green in the formally white frosting and Regulus can’t stop staring at it. “You have a bit…”

James nods dimly, pupils blown, “You too.”

“Yeah?” it’s barely above a breath. James probably wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t so close. When did James get so close? Wasn’t there just an arms length between them?

There’s not anymore. James is standing so close that the body heat radiating off of him is threatening to seep into Regulus’ slim frame and whack a shiver up his spine.

So close that he has to duck his head to keep looking at Regulus.

So close that it’s apparently necessary to get Regulus’ chin in a gentle grip and tilt his head up.

That would be an explanation.

What does not fit into the explanation is the slick index finger that’s now sliding back and forth over Regulus wet bottom lip.

What also doesn’t fit into the explanation is how Regulus would have gotten frosting on his lips when James had smeared it onto his tongue directly.

Honestly, Regulus’ mind is far too occupied with more important thoughts right now.

Like the way James’ breath puffs against his lower face and how he keeps manipulating Regulus’ lips to part more and more.

Satisfied apparently when the fingerpad disappears only to promptly be replaced by James’ own fucking mouth.

Sucking Regulus’ bottom lip between his teeth and dragging oh so slightly that Regulus’ brain simply shuts down.

Because then James is releasing it, having gotten rid of the bit of frosting, but Regulus keeps his chin angled up. Like an insane person.

James doesn’t go far and promptly breaks into a smile before he dives back in for more.

Licking into Regulus’ mouth more confidently now and Ah, yeah there’s the frosting and the food coloring.

Regulus has the stray thought that their tongues must be stained from the color now but then James is skillfully prying the other bowl out of Regulus’ palms and then he’s being twisted a bit and now his hands are free to do stuff like run up the swell of James’ arm and shoulder and neck.

Which is downright indecent, even more so when James rumbles a noise into his mouth at the contact and Regulus feels it vibrate down into his gut immediately.

It makes him gasp and James uses that space happily, hungrily swiping his tongue and sucking at Regulus’ like he could fucking eat him, or at least the frosting right back out of his mouth again.

Regulus digs his blunt nails into the muscle of James’ neck which has him drawing back with a gasp.

It’s a bit embarrassing how little control Regulus has over the “Oh my god,” that’s slipping right out of him.

James smiles into another two quick kisses he can’t seem to help himself but steal.

They’re resting their foreheads together breathlessly when James mumbles, “And?”

Regulus makes an inquiring noise that’s more high-pitched than it should be.

James’ smile is evident in his voice, “Did it taste weird with the food coloring?”

Regulus suppresses the urge to pinch the skin of his neck, “Dunno.”

James lifts his head a bit and Regulus blinks his eyes back open.

Feels a warm tremble surge his body at the way James looks at him, “I think we should try again then.”

Regulus swallows with a bit of difficulty, nodding his head embarrassingly eagerly.

#oh i missed them #pudgy james is a vision yall #reg was like Help why is he literally More boyfriend shaped now??#was watching dating show today (love allways) and there was a frosting scene #i couldn't help myself #jegulus fic #jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #lune’s tiny fic

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