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[faux-ecrivain]

yan ex crush x oblivious reader

@fish-18 hopefully this fits what you asked for :)

Middle school was an awkward time for everyone, growing up usually is, but it was especially awkward for you because you had a major crush on your classmate. A wonderful boy named Oliver, but everyone called him Ollie. He was friendly, respectful and helpful. The teaches loved him, his classmates loved him and you loved him. You loved him so much it was almost embarrassing, but not nearly as embarrassing as every single interaction you have ever had with him. You were always floundering about, you never knew quite what to say.

Ollie would stop by your table at lunch, try to strike up a conversation with you before his friends rustled him away or he would show up after your class was over and ask about your day. Sadly, you did not know what to say and always made an absolute fool of your self. "Uhm, it was, good, yes, you?" Gesturing to him with a shaky wave of your hand, almost knocking into his shoulder. "It was alright," He shrugged, his backpack rustling with the motion.

"I-" "That's good! I mean, what-what were you saying? Sorry." You had interrupted, accidentally of course, but you were mortified. Ollie's was talking about his day and you interrupted him, his face had fallen into mild confusion then amusement and you died even more. Your face turned red as you tried to shrink in on yourself. He laughs, assures you it was alright and finishes talking about his day. But it was too late, he hates you, you just knew it. So you avoided him for the rest of the week. That was how most of your interactions with him went, you did something embarrassing, he brushed it off but you kept dwelling on it and as a result it prevented any relationship from forming.

Later on, in highschool, once the both of you had matured somewhat, you're interactions were less cringe inducing. You actually held a conversation with him, despite the flame that constantly engulfed your face, and could bond somewhat with him. Though you were slightly less invested in pursuing him, viewing him as more of a friend than a partner at this point. Brushing off the teasing comments your friends made whenever you talked about him and constantly stating you simple thought of him as a friend. "Come on, guys, it's not like that. Ollie and I, we're just friends." Shelby rolled her eyes. "Suurree, whatever you say, bestie." Then she stopped her drink through an obnoxiously loud straw and started complaining about her day.

You did not move on so quickly, lingering on the idea a bit more as you walked home. Pausing at some point as you began to feel a strange churning in your stomach, your brain sending off an unexplained feeling of paranoia as you looked around. Your eyes dart quickly across the sidewalk, over the alleys and houses, shoulder song drawing up as you hold your backpack tight to your body. That anxious feeling increases, your heart racing and squeezing as you began to feel short of breath. You couldn't explain this feeling and you didn't want to dwell on it, so you turned forward and ran home as fast as you could.

Sadly, this wasn't the only time you felt that way It occured again when you were out with your friends, fortunately it didn't feel as bad because you weren't alone. But every passing day that paranoia seemed to increase, you became distracted in class and conversations as you started dwelling on the discomfort. "Are you alright?" A soft voice has Interrupted your thoughts, Ollie, you felt instant relief once he talked to you. "Yeah, just, I don't know, nervous, I guess?" You looked away, off to the side, then back to him.

"About the test or.." His observant eyes ran over your face, he turned to face you." "Something else?" He tilted his head and for some reason you felt mild concern, you didn't know what it was, his gaze, his body language or just the whole situation, but you were uncomfortable. So, you nodded and laughed off the feeling. "Just the test, haha, nothing else." His shoulders dropped and he placed a hand under his chin, a lazy grin replacing the concerns look from earlier. "Me too, we can study together, if you want." Ollie's gentle hand reached out, lightly touching yours. Your eyes fell to his hand, the touch sending small flutters through your stomach, flutters you had almost forgot. "Uhm, heh, okay." A stupid grin creeped onto your face, only further illuminated by your flustered cheeks. "Great! The same route home as always, right?" His hands clapped together and he straightens up, disappointing you somewhat. "To my house, you mean? I mean, yeah, same route home." You had temporarily questioned how he knew your route, but brushed it off as he seemed so harmless at the time.

You wish you hadn't, you wish you had told him no, had said you weren't interested. You wish that all those years ago you had never talked to him, you didn't know he was obsessed with you that he had dreamed of being with you, possessing you. After he came over to study, he has become more insistent on spending time with you and so did that paranoia you felt when walking alone. Everyday to was worse, until he had invited you over and you had accepted. At this point the two of you were close, you had even considered dating him.

Then you went up to his room, you remember the creaking steps, the ominous way the door slowly swung open and the horrifying, sinking feeling you felt when you saw your face plastered across the walls, on his ceilings and the pictures. There were so many pictures. You held your hands over your face, shocked and disgusted. He had violated your privacy for some sick obsession of his "Sorry, I forgot to clean my room." You whipped around, facing him, angry and upset. "What?" You started. "Why?" You gasped, forcing the words out. He shrugged, so casually, almost amused. In that moment any affection you felt for him disappeared, draining from your mind. "Why?" He moved towards you and you backed away, almost frozen as he shut the door. "Because, I love you." You shook your head, telling him no, he didn't. But all he did was laugh and wave off your rejection. "I've loved you since middle school, the day you first talked to me."

As he continued advancing towards you, forcing you into a corner, he smiled and opened his arms. "Now I've finally got you." You bumped into his end table, knocking over a pencil container, then managed to swerve when he lunged for you. "We can be together, no one can keep us apart." You were confused, who was he talking about. Stumbling away, you tried to go for the door, but he was faster and he tackled you, slamming your body to the floor and avoiding the swinging of your hands. "Don't fight me, just let it happen. Let us be together, please" He pleased, but you weren't swayed. You don't know what was wrong with him, why he was acting like this or how no one had gone in his room and been concerned. But you didn't stop fighting, scratching at his flawless face and kicking as best you could. It was somewhat helpful, but he won and you were stuck in his arms, in his house. Did this mean you would stop fighting? No. You would get out and if you didn't get out you knew someone would find you, you just knew it or rather you hoped someone would come for you.

[poudreriee]

✦ 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷: „Opisz swoją postać za pomocą jednego lub kilku cytatów.” ✦

sometimes i really believe it, that i am going to save my life . im dumb for believing that i can recover .

my demons, though quiet, are never silenced. calm as they may be, they wait patiently for a reason to wake, take an overdue breath and crawl back to my ear.

there is a light, a hope, that i can see . but only, it seems, when there's darkness in me .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ethan⠀⠀⠀⠀must⠀⠀⠀⠀die .

♱⠀⠀it was actually hard, i have songs that suit him maybe i make playlist.. who knows ? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( written by mysterious cult leader )

[khadijha]

idk if you're the right person to ask about this, but whats the consensus on Latinos and indigeneity? doubt thats the right word however, obviously not all Latinos are indigenous, but clearly poc ethnic brown Latinos who dont appear, like ... general brown, clearly not white, latinos? are they considered of indigenous descent & bipoc? i know indigeneity is more than just blood it also involves culture (and not trying to say anything about claiming indigeniety culturally when you arent cause thats weird), but theres also a history and ongoing actions of Latin countries making it difficult to trace lineage due to colonial mindset? I guess what im asking is how do brown latinos fit into the terms of bipoc are they included in that or no? especially for those who dont have the resources to look into their lineage and are clearly not white? hope i didnt word any of this offensively.

hi! i definitely am the wrong person to ask since i’m non-latino indigenous but i asked my good friend steph @astoldbysteph so i will post the reply below!

technically, most latinos will have some indigenous heritage due to mestizaje (miscegenation). but you cannot lump all latinos together because each country has their own racial history, which is something i see americans fail taking into account sometimes.

from a mexican perspective, most mexicans will be mestizos, aka a mix of the spaniards who conquered us and indigenous mexicans. so yeah, technically most us of thus do have indigenous roots BUT are not considered indigenous people. we are "too mixed".

genuinely, i am begging, stop lumping latinos together. hell, stop lumping mexicans together. stop letting someone's phenotype/appearance be your guide.

"brown" mexicans could either be mestizos or indigenous lol. you will know which label to use by doing research on each individual's background. if a mexican person considers themselves indigenous, trust they will make it known, especially if they were raised in mexico since there is a conscious effort here to try to preserve indigenous customs.

not all latinos are brown. not all brown latinos will be indigenous. not all indigenous latinos will be brown. and mestizaje didn't happen just between indigenous folks and white europeans. in some regions, mestizaje also involved african slaves brought to america by europeans, hence my insistence to not lump everyone together and pay attention to the region each individual is from. use the bipoc label when the person you are speaking of has spoken about their own heritage and makes that distinction for themselves.

and please stop using poc as an adjective, it's a noun.

[bladesbounties]

Heard you're not even the loudest screamer in town anymore. Is there anything you're actually good at?

Made your mom scream loud last night, actually.

[whimmortal]

How many bodies need to pile up before you realize chasing immortality was a bad idea?

I think I fucking realized when I was lying in my bed dying in my own vomit and whatnot, you insensitive asshole, where do you get off?? [Message deleted]

[mcgnussen]

How are you taking the news about Kevin?

It hit me like a ton of bricks, even if it is not a big surprise it still hits.

Especially because I will most likely never see him irl in F1.

i have avoided talking about this because i wanted to write a long post about it, but the more i think about it, the more i feel like it's the right time for him to say goodbye to f1. so I'll keep it short and sweet, and use matt bishop's words about k-mag.

among the many drivers with whom i have worked in my long f1 career, magnussen is without doubt the most passionately besotted with racing for racing’s sake. moreover, having tried my best to cheer him up in what was for him an annus horribilis, 2015, when he was bored and frustrated in the role of mclaren’s f1 reserve driver, i fervently hope that he does not agree to take on the kind of quasi-managerial role to which komatsu has apparently alluded. let’s be blunt. kevin is an old-school racer. as i say, his racing hero is stirling moss, who retired 30 years before he was born. many times, over a coffee or a beer, i have held his rapt attention by reeling off the stories i know so well and love so much, about antonio ascari, tazio nuvolari, achille varzi, bernd rosemeyer, rudolf caracciola, b bira, alberto ascari, juan manuel fangio, stirling moss, jim clark, graham hill, jackie stewart, jochen rindt, ronnie peterson, james hunt, carlos reutemann, mario andretti, gilles villeneuve, ayrton senna, michael schumacher, mika hakkinen, and many more. he absolutely loves all that. by contrast the only aspect of 21st-century f1 that he genuinely enjoys is the bit in the cockpit, even though he has raced a podium-worthy f1 car only once, in his first ever grand prix, since when he has started 175 more, the highlights being four fifth places.

k-mag is a racing driver, not just a f1 driver. i'm tired of seeing him struggle in a car that can sometimes make it to the points, while he sacrifices so much time with his girls. i want him to retire from f1, and go dominate in another racing series that allows him more freedom to be at home as well. i don't want him to take on an advisor role, at least not if that keeps him from racing.

kevin made his f1 debut 10 years ago, and he has a podium and a pole, despite being in a backmarker car for most of his f1 career. while i will miss him during the f1 weekends, i'd be happy to cheer for him wherever he goes next. he will always be a racing driver before he's a f1 driver.

[sweetpea-sprite]

@nenukoone isn't a fan of my harulings