#renbearnelli

1/1 chapter(s) | 1.8k words

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Kimi doesn’t realize it until the first sob is wrung from his body, but he’s crying now. Full blown, hard-to-breathe, earth shattering sobs are escaping him, completely unable to evade the onslaught of self-hate plaguing him. Vaguely, he hears Ollie enter the apartment, but it does little more than make him cry harder at the thought of having to face his roommate.

Would Ollie be disappointed in him too? Would he tell him all of the ways he could’ve improved during the race? Would he be yet another person to tell him he didn’t deserve his seat?

The very thought made his chest ache, as if his heart was physically harmed by it, the organ twisting painfully in his chest as he hiccups through breathing.

1/2 chapters | abt 3k words | written as platonic but it's up to the reader really.

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To put it simply, Kimi thought this entire idea was stupid. He's a grown man who absolutely does not need a chore chart, even if his stubborn, starry eyed, roommate thinks they do. On top of this, the chart doesn’t need to be decorated, covered in various stickers and maybe even glitter, if he looks closely enough. And it certainly doesn’t need to be hung up in the direct middle of their refrigerator, surrounded by all of their actually important schedules, calendars, and lists, as if it's of equal importance.

1/1 chapter(s) | 1.5k words

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“Oh my god that's right, are you okay? Do you need anything? Are you in pain? I know the rest of the pan is left but I’ll text Alex to bring you more once I remember how to type.” He promises, slipping his hands away and looking for his phone that had likely been lost somewhere in his comforter. Kimi whines a little at the removal of his hands, the warmth they provide leaving him cold and yearning for the touch again. “Did I hurt you?” Oliver asks, wholly misinterpreting his distress and pausing his search to survey Kimi’s condition with concerned eyes.

2/2 chapters | 6k words | written as (slightly more queer) platonic but it's up to the reader really.

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It isn’t until Kimi reaches out to grab his shampoo and is met with air that he realizes all of his shower things are missing. He remembers the wisp of his own shampoo he’d caught from Ollie hours prior, audibly groaning as he moves to exit the shower. After wrapping up in a towel, Kimi proceeds to track water across the entire apartment as he moves toward Ollie’s own bathroom, knocking loudly when he arrives. He’s met with the sound of the water falling coupled with the Taylor Swift song currently blasting from the speaker Oliver insists on showering with. Mentally, he curses himself for not grabbing his phone before this, but it admittedly felt a little ridiculous to call someone that was two rooms away. Now, as he knocks loudly once more before sighing and walking into the room, he’s rethinking that decision entirely. “Ollie?” He questions, loud enough to be heard over the music, but hesitant as ever.