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"I was told that generators in the braid group were their own inverse," I said, double-crossed.

Dating Jun would include

Requested by anon: dating jun would include please !!!!!!!!! desperate !!!!!! i am DESPERATE !!!!

A/N: I’m back !! Been busy with work and stress and stuff but I’m here (even if it’s for a bit)

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Crushing stages:

Although he speaks sparingly, his small phrases and gestures are enough to make you laugh

He would jokingly and innocently flirt with you, enjoying the fact that you can return the energy

But the more you two make these kinds of jokes, the more real your feelings become

Lines blur but Jun catches on fairly quickly that you have feelings for him

He likes your company a little too much to risk ruining your chemistry for good

One day, you take the plunge. “You know, sometimes I wish you weren’t joking.” And he lingers for a moment in your presence. “Who said I was joking?”

Dating:

Sends you bad pictures of yourself for no reason

Sends pics of himself and just says “sexy”

Zooms into himself when you take couple pictures and says "That is a good looking man"

Can go days without texting back even tho he’s always on his phone

Sends voice notes instead of texts bc he’s always too lazy to type

Wants to tag along for your errands

And sneaks his lil snacks into the cart

If you try to explain why he doesn’t need 3 packs of double stuf Oreos he will bargain with you in the middle of the snack aisle

He’s gonna share his snacks with you too,, don’t worry

Likes when all the windows are rolled down in the car so it makes your guys’ hair blow crazy in all directions

Enjoys when you lay on his lap bc he can give you attention while also being on his phone

Sends you YouTube videos to watch at 2am

I can’t even imagine what kinds of videos he sends but they’re so NICHELY Jun,,, he thinks you’ll enjoy them as well tho

Doesn’t care if you borrow his clothes

He’ll just be like “You’re wearing my shirt? Nice.”

Has random outbursts of energy,,, he just screams "AHHHHH" in the middle of a grocery store line

Has an ongoing game of iPhone connect 4 with you

“Why do you always start in the centre?” “Because I am the centre of the universe”

Can be a little bit sassy with his responses to you

LOVES scaring you

He’ll hide behind a door waiting for HOURS for you to walk by

Subconsciously mimics your actions

You’ve scolded him for it and he did stop…. … for a bit but it’s just too fun LMAO

Tries to cook little things for you and always hands it over with a preface

“Okay it might be a LITTLE burnt but just remember I am a BEGINNER. this isn’t gonna be the BEST meal you’ve ever had, okay?”

Is always buying random little doodads and souvenirs (like a rubber ducky or the sticky slap hand),,, he’s just a kid at heart

Stares at you until you notice

And when you notice he just waves hi

Calmly holds your hand when you’re stress talking

You two hang out mostly at night,,,

Trying to figure out how to bake cookies and to discuss the secrets of the universe while wearing face masks and cucumbers on your eyeballs

Jun would eat the cucumber (no I do not take critiques on this) He takes a bite out of your cucumber and put it back on your eye good BYE

Tries his best to give you all of his attention to you when you talk

Pinches your cheeks to annoy you

Tucks the loose hair behind your ear

Loves spontaneous plans

You guys can be in the middle of a restaurant and Jun will say something like “we haven’t been to the amusement park in a while…”

And next thing you know you’re both screaming on a rollercoaster

A lot of silent gestures of love:

like wiping your tears

putting the blanket over top of you when you sleep on the couch

rubbing sunscreen onto your back

randomly picking up something from the store that reminded him of you

Not the most poetic with his words, but he tries his best to be soft and reassuring

"Who cares what everybody else thinks? I think you're great at what you do."

Jumping in puddles together

Not really many real arguments, just small disagreements that are solved with compromising

Says “I was listening” when he falls asleep on FaceTime

He doesn’t take life too seriously, and while it can stress you out sometimes, his good always outweighs the bad

Don't Leave Us

Lestappen x Reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Summary: With the mass amount of online hate and a relationship that's not public, it all gets too much.

Warnings: graphic depictions of self-harm, graphic depictions of suicide

Notes: I hope you're doing okay, Nonny! Maybe this will help you like it does me :)

side note: I am not above begging for interaction. Fill my inbox with feral driver thoughts! Interact with my posts! It feeds my praise kink and makes me giggle and kick my feet 🥰

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It's not like the toxicity of social media is a new thing. She's always known that it could happen. She just wasn't expecting it to be so... much.

Her relationship with Max and Charles isn't out for the public. There are dangers that come with opening that up for everyone to get a glimpse of. Reporters waiting to make snide remarks. Fans that want to bash on the drivers they dislike.

Plus, she's not famous. People don't notice her. At least - they didn't until recently.

Some WAG account had managed to get photos of her with either Max or Charles. Not the three of them together. Speculative fans determined she must be playing both of them.

Not all of them, some people defend her. Those comments make her cry out of relief that at least someone isn't trying to tear her down.

She doesn't bring it up to either of the boys. They have enough on their plates as is. Stress and sickness become her new best excuses to not go out in public.

Sure, she's isolating herself and not talking to anyone. Carmen and Lily keep trying. She's just not ready to show her face.

Nothing is sacred anymore. The rumors are too much. Even avoiding all social media isn't enough. She can't even leave her house without someone trying to discreetly take her photo.

Her skin burns with attention every time she steps out the door. She can't eat knowing people are always looking at her. She can't even go to the shop to get groceries or to her mailbox.

It gets worse by the day. Soon enough, someone figures out where she lives. Knowing she has a stalker makes every ounce of security she once had vanish.

It's miserable seeing her information leaked out for everyone to see. Privacy is now a luxury of the past. It's enough to send her spiraling.

When her safety is called into question, Max and Charles bring her to Monaco. They are willing to risk it for her. Their attempt at giving her some piece of mind by staying in the same apartment only makes her thoughts darker.

She's the reason there is so much negative publicity. The sharks are circling them, just waiting for one wrong move. Is she ready to be the catalyst for her lovers' downfall?

The thought sends her stomach up her throat. The thoughts swirl around her head, paralyzing her body into a perpetual state of fear. Stuck in a luxurious Monaco penthouse. Because people being toxic and stalking her is such a horrible problem to have. She should just suck it up; pretend everything is fine.

So then, why is it so hard? Why can't she just be alright?

One week. A plan in her head and a smile plastered on her face. The boys haven't asked about it. Their concern shows in the facial expressions, but they don't push. Maybe it would be better if they did. Send her already crumbling walls to the ground.

She deep cleans on Monday. She does her best to make sure the apartment isn't in disarray, that her own things are packed away, so they won't have much to deal with. The contrasting red and blue of Max and Charles' clothes are the only things left in the closet when she's done.

Speculations start again on Tuesday. Max and Charles spend all day in some PR meeting about it. It gives her time to sort out her affairs without them hearing her. She cooks them dinner to help ease the frustrations. Their teams don't want them to come out, but they do.

Wednesday, they leave to their next destination. She doesn't leave the hotel room despite the concerns of others. Carmen and Lily come around at some point. They eat in with her and kick out the boys. It feels normal for the first time in months. She almost breaks and tells them.

Thursday is media day. She feels for both boys as they get asked invasive questions about their love life. They look stressed. She gets hugged a little tighter that night. It calms the thoughts, but it's not enough. They hurt more every day. She's just wants it to stop.

Practice on Friday goes well for both. Max and Charles are in better spirits. She drags herself out to eat with them. the boys don't care who sees. She does. The anxiety nearly suffocates her. eyes crawling over her skin. Please, make it stop.

Saturday is a wreck. The qualifying is difficult for both her partners. Their relationship status is once again coming under fire. The speculating is becoming extreme, enough for the whispering of the paddock to become deafening to her ears. She spends her time hiding away, writing her last thoughts in messy scrawl.

Sunday, they turn the weekend around. The podium has always suited them. Smiling for everyone to see and dousing each other in champagne. She smiles too, even though it hurts.

They fly back to Monaco that night. Conversation turns to going public despite team wishes. They are willing to risk it for her. She can't bring herself to say yes. They worked hard to live their dreams; she won't ruin it for them.

Monday comes around again. The notes are laying out on the table. The boys are with their friends, some kind of brunch get together.

She leaves the bathroom door unlocked.

The bath filled, her clothes still on. Her thoughts finally still. Tears streak down her face.

The water is cold.

Then it's red.

~~~~~

"I worry about leaving her alone." Charles pulls the car back into its spot.

"Well, if we brough her along it wouldn't be much of a surprise, yes?" Max checks his watch again. "Plus, what could she have done in the fifteen minutes we were gone?"

They haul the ridiculous number of snacks to the front door. They decided last week they would see if they could coax the female out of her depressive state, just for a little while. Maybe get her to confide in them. If not, then at the very least a therapist.

The distance is damn near suffocating. She's so close physically, yet so far away mentally. Always staring at the walls with a distant look in her eyes.

The apartment is eerily quiet when they step inside. The kind that Charles despises after living in a chaotic house with two brothers and three busy schedules his Maman had to keep track of.

He drops the bags and peers around the entry way. Then searches the corridors until he finds one of the bathroom doors closed.

Charles knocks on the door but receives no response. "Cheri? Are you not feeling well?"

Charles almost dives out of the way when Max comes barreling down the hallway. The Dutch tries the doorknob, heavy breathing filling the odd silence.

Charles pales at the sight revealed to him. Paralyzed that this horrific scene could even be a possibility. Is he dreaming? He has to be - there isn't any way for this to be real... right?

"Charles!-" the Monegasque is dragged from his thoughts. Real or not, Max needs his help. Scratch that - she needs his help. "- Get an ambulance!"

Charles fishes his phone out of his pocket and makes the call. Max is desperate trying to stop the bleeding from the vertical slit traveling her forearm. "Is she...?" He can't finish the thought. Heart being through his chest at the possible answer.

"Pules is there but faint." Max sounds like he's desperately trying to hold back his tears. His mind working desperately to keep her alive.

Charles must space out. He doesn't remember opening the door or watching her be carried out by the swift paramedics. The car ride doesn't register, not until they are already in the waiting room.

Max hands him her notes. The paragraphs she wrote to them. A final goodbye in messy scrawl, but the tails of her letters still curled.

"She did it for us, Charlie, because she thought she was hurting us."

They both break down in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. Charles violently sobbing. Neither of them respond to their messages. Phones buzzing with calls that go to voice-mail.

A doctor comes calling her name. Charles is only half listening. Specifically looking for either a confirmation of death or the relief of hearing that she's okay. Max seems to be paying attention. His shoulders sag, and there is a soft look on his face when they are left to their own devices.

"She's alive, Charlie."

He erupts until tears once more.

~~~~~

Everything hurts. Her thoughts are fuzzy. There is something soft beneath her.

The white ceiling is paired with the burning smell of alcohol. A sterile environment. Meaning-

Fuck. How did it go so wrong? How had they managed to keep her alive?

The beeping on the heart monitor picks up. A sign that she's definitely alive and in a hospital.

Her attempts at moving are futile. There is too much pain and exhaustion to do so. A pulsing behind her ears drowns out the thumping of her heart.

"Rest now, amour."

It takes a single stroke of Charles' fingers on her cheek to make her entire facade shatter into nothing.

She's mumbling incoherent words. It's a string of apologies, rants of anger and embarrassment, and confusion at why they are even here with her. They are continually reassuring her. They coo into her ear how they are so glad she's alive. That she doesn't have to fight whatever battle through hell this is alone.

Recovery is difficult. They have to put her on a suicide watch, but Max and Charles somehow manage to keep her out of the psychward. Mostly because they want to be with her at all hours of the day.

They miss a singular race for her. Then drag her to the next. Part of the deal they had made was that they won't sacrifice their careers for her.

They negotiated with the teams. Managed to wriggle around their soft spots and get them to approve going public. Max and Charles want to openly defend her. No more public executions. They'er pulling her out of the shark infested waters that is the media.

It's slow. People ask about it sometimes; why Charles and Max had missed that race. None of them give an answer. They aren't obligated to.

"Why fight for me?" She asks. a year after the events.

"Because chéri, we love you enough to help you carry the burden."

"Honestly liefste, we fight for what we believe in. We believe in you and the love you have for us."

"Maybe it's selfish, but we want to share that with you. Keep you here with us to go on adventures and explore the different paths life offers."

"So don't leave us yet. You are worth every sacrifice."

oh. i just found out that the writer of the vincent van gogh doctor who episode wrote it as a tribute to his sister.

HE'S SO CUTE WITH THE GLASSES

DSNKDASLDSADSAD 😭😭💖💖💖💖

SCREAMING

CRYING

THROWING UP

I CANT WITH THIS ITS TOO SADDDD 😭😭😭

how was the eclipse : (

I can hear my heart breaking

How old do you think Harry was before he finally realised that crying and running to aunt petunia wasn't going to get him the comfort he sought?

ARRRGGHHH MY HEARTTTT😭😭😭😭😭😭

I love old horror movie posters

LOST SIGNAL (my OC’s story) is a sci-if horror that features both a retro aesthetic and a set of characters with extremely weird traits. Naturally, I had to make my own parody of those posters.

Much needed levity for Erasermic between the battles i cant imagine that Aizawa could survive a lifetime with Present Mic without being a LITTLE bit sillygoofy

(shigaraki is somewhere offscreen like 'eraserhead said what??😭'