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cheftsunoda · 5 days ago

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beauty and brains

(part five)

smau + real life

wedding planning chaos with something old, new, borrowed and blue.

Charles Leclerc x !Doctor Sister Reader X Platonic F1 Grid

Leclerc Reader x Lando Norris

part one here:)

part two here:)

part three here:)

part four here:)

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charles_leclerc : you are a Ferrari fan everyday…just somedays you need to act like you like your..fiances (🤮)..team I guess

dr_jules_leclerc : my fiances (❤️💘😚❤️) team won the constructors last year….what did Ferrari do???

charles_leclerc : whose side are you even on here????

dr_jules_leclerc : the winning one

charles_leclerc : return my girlfriend and my child to me this instant

dr_jules_leclerc : alex said she’d rather stay with me

charles_leclerc : the UTTER betrayal today is disgusting

lando: id say i hate seeing you in red but you look stunning in every color so…

dr_jules_leclerc : love you sm mon amorrrr

lando : do i get you for quali tomorrow??

dr_jules_leclerc : absolutely pumpkin

lando : pole it is then

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lewishamilton : let’s gooooo we get you in the garage today??

dr_jules_leclerc : absolutely lewww (after all, you are the only reason im a Ferrari fan)

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lando: she is so fucking beautiful

lando : and YES YES I CAN FIGHT

lando : but honestly she’d probably pick you😞

alexandrasaintmleux : sadly you proposed first so i think you got her bud😞😞

dr_jules_leclerc : oml the 2nd pic is so cute thank u for my new wallpaper 😭

dr_jules_leclerc : and i love you sm my angel (we still have time to run away together)

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charles_leclerc : wait why is she in the mclaren garage??

charles_leclerc : WAIT - why are YOU in the mclaren garage too???

alexandrasaintmleux: 😁😁

arthur_leclerc : can you guys grab me a croissant from the mclaren hospitality?? theirs are better 🙏🏻

alexandrasaintmleux: jules already grabbed you two

arthur_leclerc : wow i feel so loved

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f1gossipgirls : George Russell was seen involved in a juicy conversation with his girlfriend Carmen, Charles Leclerc’s Girlfriend Alexandra and Charles twin Sister/Lando’s Fiance, Dr Jules Leclerc. Wonder what the gossip was about?? ☕️🫖

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dr_jules_leclerc : can confirm GR is the paddock gossip queen

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georgerussell63 : and meme king don’t forget

georgerussell63 : no gossip today ladies…i am on the wedding planning committee 😁😁

carmenmmundt : I hope you are this excited when we have to plan our wedding

alexandrasaintmleux: why did george actually have some good ideas??😭

georgerussell63 : what can I say? I stay up to date with the trends

username5 : this is absolutely killing me I can’t -

username10 : so iconic of George tbh

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The paddock buzzed with its usual pre-race rhythm—mechanics, media, espresso cups and tire chatter. But I wasn’t thinking about sector times or strategy meetings today.

I was thinking about table settings.

“Outdoor ceremony or something inside?” Alexandra asked, eyes hidden behind her sunglasses, but her focus very much locked onto the Pinterest board on my iPad.

“I’m torn,” I groaned, sitting back against the low couch in the hospitality suite. “I want something timeless but also… not boring. Lando keeps saying he ‘just wants to marry me,’ which is sweet, but zero help.”

Alexandra grinned. “Classic man answer. You need a wedding committee.”

And like the universe heard her—

“Wedding committee for what?”

We both looked up to see Carmen strolling in like a vision—perfect white linen pants, hair swept back effortlessly, smile knowing. Behind her, George followed, sunglasses on, drink in hand, already looking like he regretted walking into this conversation.

“I heard the words ‘ceremony’ and ‘not boring,’” Carmen said as she took a seat next to you. “So obviously, I had to insert myself.”

“God, please do,” I laughed. “You and Alexandra might be my only hope.”

Alexandra turned the screen toward Carmen, who gasped softly. “This dress board is stunning. And those florals… wait—are you thinking Italy or Monaco?”

“Leaning Italy,” I admitted. “Somewhere that still feels connected to home, but gives us room for… everything.”

“Everything meaning ‘half the grid and your entire family,’” George muttered, dropping into a chair and sipping his drink.

I grinned. “Exactly.”

Carmen elbowed him gently. “You’re not getting out of this, George. You’re going to be in a tux and clapping by the aisle like a proud uncle.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Uncle? At my age?”

“You give off ‘I help the ring bearer tie his shoes’ energy,” Alexandra teased.

I burst out laughing. “It’s true. You’re the responsible one.”

George looked mildly offended. “I’m fun. Ask anyone.”

“Sure,” Carmen said, patting his knee. “Fun with a checklist and backup champagne flutes.”

I looked around the circle of people—two women who had quickly become my inner circle in a world full of chaos, and one slightly flustered, extremely well-dressed F1 driver who was already checking flights to Tuscany on his phone.

“God, I love you all,” I said, genuinely.

Carmen leaned closer, nudging me with her shoulder. “We love you too. And we’re going to make sure this wedding is everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

“And maybe just a little bit dramatic,” Alexandra added, sipping her iced espresso. “Because let’s be real—Charles is going to cry.”

George made a noise like he was trying not to laugh and failing.

“Oh, he’ll cry,” I said, smirking. “But only after Lando does first.”

“Wait—who’s walking you down the aisle?” Carmen asked suddenly.

My face softened, and I shrugged. “We haven’t decided yet. Might be Charles. Or maybe we walk together. You know—twins, born together, life-long chaos.”

“Ugh,” Alexandra said, fake-sniffling. “That’s going to wreck everyone.”

Carmen wiped under her eye with her pinky. “I’m crying already.”

George stood up dramatically. “Okay, I’m going back to tires and brake ducts where things make sense.”

“Bring us cake samples next time,” Alexandra called after him.

“I’m not your wedding butler!”

“Yes, you are!” all three of us replied in sync.

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I later received a text from Carmen talking about how George hadn’t stopped talking about wedding venues and had called at least 3 already.

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dr_jules_leclerc

italy 📍

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dr_jules_leclerc : trip to italy with the wedding committee—ft a dress I did not buy:)

& thank you to my whole wedding committee— I wouldn’t be able to do it without you❤️

extra special thanks to kika and both my lily’s who showed up to surprise me right before the dress fitting this morning (I cried so hard)

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alexandrasaintmleux : you looked so beautiful in each and every dress— I am so excited for this beautiful day 🤍

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dr_jules_leclerc : my beautiful maid of honor <3

username : OHENSNHX she made alex her MOH - her and charles and def endgame

username2 : omg george went

georgerussell63 : of course I did and I am like the lead planner

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georgerussell63 : I take my title very seriously

georgerussell63 : wedding planner extraordinaire first, f1 driver second

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lilyzneimer : you looked absolutely stunning, my love! so happy to be a part of this wedding💘

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dr_jules_leclerc : thank you sm for making the trip—it means so much to me ❤️❤️

lilyzneimer : thank oscar- he managed to find the flight last minute 😚

dr_jules_leclerc : oscarpiastri I love you. thank you for giving me your beautiful girlfriend

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oscarpiastri : Anything for the bride!

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charles_leclerc : i just came because i wanted to eat some pasta and i was jealous arthur was going

charles_leclerc : oh and to see where my money is going

dr_jules_leclerc : your money??

charles_leclerc : yes, my money. you are the bride..you will not pay for a thing, princesse.

dr_jules_leclerc : i alr paid for my dress

charles_leclerc : no you didn’t, i had alex give the attendant my card.

alexandrasaintmleux: 😁😁😁

dr_jules_leclerc : alex !!!! well thank you cha,, i love you so much

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leclerc_pascale : So much fun!❤️

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flonorris1 : you looked SO beautiful- mom and i love the dress ❤️

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dr_jules_leclerc : you guys making this trip absolutely means the world to me— i love you both

ciscanorris : We would not have missed it for the world. Love you!

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lilymhe : Such a beautiful bride! I am so happy for you and even happier to be part of such beautiful day.

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dr_jules_leclerc : I love you so much—thank you for making the trip 🥹🥹

lilymhe : Absolutely, anything for you😚

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lando : so excited to make you mine forever

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dr_jules_leclerc : i love you more than anything

carmenmmundt : Genuinely had so much fun on this trip. I am so excited for you and honored to be such a big part of your special day🤍

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dr_jules_leclerc : thank you so much for all your help— i love you carms

francisca.cgomes : wouldn’t have missed it for the world !! ily angel

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dr_jules_leclerc : my keeeeks 😍

scuderiaferrari : You look stunning, Jules!😍

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formula1 : So excited for an F1 wedding!

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arthur_leclerc : Can’t wait for this epic party and to watch Charles cry his eyes out

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charles_leclerc : I’m not going to cry, Arthur.

alexandrasaintmleux: yeah right

lando : anyone want to make bets on how long it’ll take him to cry??

maxverstappen1 : put me down for 30 seconds

pierregasly : he will be crying before the wedding even starts

charles_leclerc : guys this is rude

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Alexandra, Carmen and I were all sat at a local cafe in Milan—sipping away at cappuccinos and conversing about the special occasion. The boys were at the beach for the day and Maman and Cisca were off having a motherly speak. My dress fitting was in about two hours and I could not be more excited. I snapped out of my thoughts as a taxi stopped in front of the cafe. I noticed Alex and Carmen give each other a look. Out of the taxi came Kika and both Lily’s. I stood up in shock and they all gave me a huge smile.

“Surprise!” They shouted as Kika came over and pulled me into a hug.

“I can’t believe you guys.” I mumbled into her shoulder as I started to cry.

“We wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Lily Z said as she pulled me into a tight hug.

“I love you all so much. I am so happy you’re here.” I said and Lily squeezed my hand.

“Let’s go find you a dress, beautiful!” Carmen cheered.

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The boutique was tucked away in a quiet corner of Milan—private, sunlit, and impossibly elegant. The kind of place where time felt slower and fabric whispered secrets.

Our group made it into the boutique now including Maman and Cisca as well.

“Dr. Leclerc, so great to see you! Welcome ladies!” The attendant stated and reached out to shake my hand. I gave her a warm smile and extended my hand.

“Thank you, thank you.” I said and looked around in awe.

“Take a seat on the couch ladies and I will bring out the champagne.” She said with a smile. She quickly brought out a large cart with several champagne bottles and flutes. She popped open the first bottle and started handing out champagne.

“You ready to try the first one?” She asked with a warm smile. I nodded and followed her back. I slipped on the dress and she helped zip me up.

It was beautiful, sure. Layers of delicate tulle, floral embroidery, a sweeping train. When I stepped out, everyone gasped—Carmen actually clapped.

“Oh, wow,” Lily said. “That’s really—princess.”

I looked at myself in the mirror. It was sweet. Dreamy. But… maybe too sweet?

Alexandra tilted her head. “It’s beautiful, but not you yet.”

Kika nodded. “I agree. I want something that makes Lando forget how to speak.”

“Or breathe,” Carmen added.

I laughed, “Let’s try the next one.”

It was modern. Clean lines, low back, subtle shimmer. I stepped out and heard Cisca suck in a quiet breath.

“Mon dieu,” maman whispered, hand on her heart.

Alexandra’s mouth dropped open. “Oh. Oh, we’re getting somewhere.”

But I looked in the mirror and didn’t feel that spark. It was almost right. But not quite.

I turned to the stylist and said, “One more?”

I knew before you even saw myself.

The way the fabric hugged and flowed, the way the lace trailed along my arms like ivy, the tiny pearl buttons down the back. A soft champagne hue that made my skin glow, and a structured bodice that made me feel—powerful.

When I stepped out of the fitting room, the whole room went silent.

Even Alexandra lowered her phone slowly.

Maman’s hand flew to her lips. “Oh…”

Cisca teared up immediately. “That’s it. That’s you.”

Carmen had her head tilted, her mascara already smudging. “He’s going to be a puddle.”

Kika reached out and gently took my hand. “This is the one. You can’t even pretend it’s not.”

Lily was already snapping photos, but her hands were a little shaky.

I turned to the mirror, and finally… finally, I saw it too.

Not just the dress.

The day.

The moment. The aisle. The vows. Lando.

I stepped down off the platform slowly, and when I turned back to them, my voice wavered.

“I think I just found my forever dress.”

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The villa was quiet now.

Everyone had left to go explore after the wedding dress try-on. The laughter, the teasing, the champagne—all had settled into the soft hum of evening. The golden haze of the sunset spilled into the living room, casting warm light across the walls.

I found Charles and Arthur on the balcony, where they always seemed to end up—two silhouettes leaning against the railing, shoulders almost touching, quietly watching the sea.

I stepped outside, a sweater wrapped around my shoulders, something small and delicate clenched in my hand.

Charles noticed me first. “Hey,” he said gently, like he already knew something was on my mind.

“Hey,” I replied, voice quiet. “Can I sit?”

Arthur gestured to the seat between them. “You don’t have to ask.”

I sat, pulling my knees up just slightly, looking out at the horizon with them. For a moment, none of us spoke.

Just the three of you. Together.

Just like it had always been.

Until it wasn’t.

“I was thinking about Papa today,” I said softly. “When I put on that last dress, I just… I pictured him. Standing at the end of the aisle. Looking proud. Crying before I even reached him.”

Arthur’s breath hitched quietly beside me.

Charles didn’t say anything at first—but I could feel the shift in his presence, the ache he tried so hard to keep tucked beneath the surface.

“I miss him,” I whispered. “Especially now.”

Charles reached over, took my hand gently. “So do we.”

I swallowed around the lump in my throat, glancing down at the small object in my other hand—a silver cufflink of your father’s. I had found it last week in a drawer I hadn’t opened in years. His initials were still engraved on the surface, slightly worn.

I set it between the three of us.

“I know he can’t be there,” I said. “But I still want to feel like a part of him is walking with me.”

Arthur reached forward slowly, thumb brushing the cufflink. His voice was thick. “You don’t even have to ask, Jules.”

I looked up at him.

“I want you both to walk me down the aisle,” I said, the words finally leaving my chest, full of meaning. “You’re the men who’ve always been there for me. Always protected me. Made me laugh when I couldn’t breathe. Helped me be strong when all I wanted was to break.”

Charles’s eyes were glassy now, but he didn’t look away. “We would be honored.”

Arthur cleared his throat roughly. “You sure? We’ll probably cry like babies.”

I smiled through the tears that were now freely falling down my cheeks. “I’m counting on it.”

Charles leaned over, wrapping one arm around me, the other reaching to tug Arthur into the hug too. “Papa would be so proud of you,” he said, voice barely more than a whisper.

“And of you both,” I added, holding them tighter. “He raised the best men I know.”

We stayed like that—arms looped around each other, letting the silence hold the memories, the grief, the love, and the promise of what was to come.

And when the sun finally dipped below the water, it didn’t feel quite so heavy.

Because I was not walking into forever alone.

I was walking with my brothers.

With him.

With all the love in the world at my side.

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something blue

The sun had long dipped beneath the Monaco horizon, but I am out on the terrace, wrapped in a blanket.

Charles came outside a little later—quieter now, less joking, more thoughtful. His hair was windswept from the breeze, and in his hand, he carried a small, square velvet box.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just sat beside me and placed it gently in my lap.

I blinked lightly, “What is this Cha?”

He didn’t look at me right away, just watched the waves below. “I’ve had it for a few weeks. Was waiting for the right moment.”

I slowly opened the box.

Inside was a necklace—thin, delicate rose gold, with a single pendant: a deep blue diamond, oceanic and vivid, nestled in a subtle halo of tiny white stones. My breath caught in my throat.

“Charles…”

“It’s your something blue,” he said, softly. “And a little piece of Papa, too.”

I looked at him, eyes already burning.

“It’s Corsican,” he continued. “Found a small jeweler near where he used to take us every summer. I told her what it was for. She helped me design it.”

The tears welled without warning, spilling over as my fingers brushed the smooth edge of the stone.

“I just thought…” Charles swallowed hard. “If he can’t be there to walk you down the aisle, he should at least be with you. Close to your heart.”

I threw my arms around him before he could finish the sentence.

“I don’t deserve you,” I whispered, voice cracking.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he murmured, holding me tightly. “I’m the lucky one. I get to be your twin. Your best man by default.”

We both laughed through the tears, leaning into each other like we always had—two halves of one whole, shaped by grief, love, and the promise of a new beginning.

As he helped me clasp the necklace around my neck, the blue diamond settled just above my heart.

And somehow, it felt like our father was right there.

Watching.

Smiling.

Proud.

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something new

I hadn’t expected to run into Arthur this afternoon. I was just popping by my childhood home in Monaco—checking in on maman, sipping coffee in the warm spring sun—when the front door creaked open and my youngest brother stepped inside.

“Hey,” he smiled, setting down a paper bag from the bakery. “Didn’t know you’d be here.”

I grinned and opened my arms without hesitation. “Lucky for you then.”

He hugged me quickly, but tight, like he always had. His own quiet way of saying I missed you without using the words.

Over coffee at the kitchen counter, I caught him up on the latest wedding details—Lando’s bizarre obsession with cake flavors, Charles’ stubborn opinions on music for the reception, my near meltdown over the seating chart.

Arthur laughed, leaning back in his chair. “Sounds like it’s going to be a beautiful disaster.”

“Pretty much,” I smirked.

Then he hesitated.

“I, um—actually brought something for you,” he said, standing and reaching into his bag again. “It’s early. Way early. But I’ve been working on it for a while. Wanted you to have it before all the chaos starts.”

I tilted my head as he placed a slim box in front of me, wrapped in soft white paper with a navy blue ribbon.

Slowly, I unwrapped it.

Inside was a silver bracelet—delicate but clearly handmade, etched with the tiniest constellation along the band. And in the center, a single charm: a tiny star, inlaid with a pearl.

My chest tightened immediately.

“The constellation,” I whispered. “It’s…”

“It’s the one over Monaco the night you were born,” Arthur said quietly. “I had it engraved. It’s your something new. I know it’s not super fancy, but…”

“Arthur,” I breathed, reaching over to grab his hand. “It’s perfect.”

He flushed slightly, giving my fingers a squeeze. “I just… I know I’m the one walking you down the aisle. But I wanted you to have something from me..just me. Something that’s just… ours.”

I didn’t even try to fight the tears this time. I stood and pulled him into a full hug, burying my face in his shoulder.

“I love you so much,” I whispered.

“I know,” he mumbled, hugging me tighter. “I love you more.”

I slipped the bracelet on right then and there, the star charm resting just above my wrist.

It reminded me of the brother who saw me clearly, always had.

And on my wedding day, it would be my something new.

From someone who had always been part of my heart.

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something borrowed

It was just the two of us in the quiet of her bedroom—the soft hum of old music playing from the radio in the background, the faint scent of lavender clinging to the air like it always had.

I was only available for the weekend, a short visit tucked between hospital shifts and wedding preparations. But Maman had insisted: “There’s something I want to give you, ma chérie. Something important.”

Now, I sat across from her on the edge of the bed as she opened an old wooden jewelry box. The hinges creaked softly, like they were remembering too.

“I was going to wait until closer to the wedding,” she said, fingers gently lifting something from the velvet lining. “But I’ve been holding onto this for so long, I think it’s time.”

She turned, and in her hands was a lace handkerchief, delicately folded, with the tiniest embroidery in the corner—faded blue thread stitched into a small heart and some initials.

“This was mine,” she said softly. “I carried it the day I married your father. It belonged to my own mother before me.”

She placed it gently in my hands. The fabric was worn but soft, the lace fragile but intact—timeless.

“I cried into this when I said my vows,” she added with a small smile. “And when you and Charles were born. His first F1 race. And the day you first wore your white coat.”

I blinked quickly, my chest tightening as I clutched it carefully.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered. “Are you sure?”

“I want you to borrow it,” she said, placing a hand over yours. “For your day. Tuck it into your bouquet or wrap it around your wrist—just keep it close. It holds more than just tears, Jules. It holds love. Generations of it.”

I leaned forward instinctively, pressing my forehead to hers, just like you used to when you were small.

“Thank you, Maman.”

I smiled through misty eyes, cupping my cheek. “You carry all of us with you, ma belle fille. Always.”

And as I tucked the handkerchief back into its box with careful fingers, I already knew—it would be with me when I walked down the aisle. A piece of her heart, of her story, gently folded into my own.

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something old

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon at the Norris family home. I was curled up in the sunroom with a cup of tea, sunlight streaming across the floor, and laughter from Flo and Lando echoing faintly from down the hall.

Cisca entered the room like she always did—soft-footed, composed, with that light in her eyes she often reserved just for me. I looked up, smiling.

“You okay?” I asked, shifting slightly to give her space on the couch.

She nodded. “More than okay. Just… a little sentimental today.”

She sat down beside me, her hands gently clutching a small cream-colored box wrapped in a pale ribbon. She offered it to you with a soft smile.

“I’ve been holding onto this for a while,” she said, her voice quiet, almost shy. “And I think now is the right time.”

I looked at her curiously before unwrapping it.

Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was a vintage silver locket—slightly weathered by time, with intricate floral etching across its surface. I opened it carefully, and inside were two tiny photographs: one of a young Lando, barely four, with his bright smile already unmistakable… and on the other side, a picture of Cisca as a young woman, her eyes looking almost exactly like Lando’s.

“This was my grandmother’s,” she said gently. “She passed it down to me when I had Lando. It’s been through every important moment in my life—tucked into my pocket when I left the hospital with him for the first time, worn at his karting races, even held in my palm the day he left for his first Grand Prix.”

I looked up at her, eyes stinging.

“It’s beautiful.”

She gave me a smile that wavered with emotion. “I want you to have it, for your wedding day. As your something old. It’s a small piece of our family, of the love that’s shaped Lando into who he is. And now… it’s part of yours, too.”

I reached over without thinking, wrapping her in a warm, tearful hug—the kind that went both ways. The kind that meant thank you for loving me like this.

“I promise I’ll take care of it,” I whispered. “And him.”

“I know you will,” she murmured, her voice soft against my shoulder. “That’s why I’m giving it to you.”

And as I sat there, fingers brushing over the locket’s surface, it felt like a promise stitched in silver—one that tied the past to my future, with love resting gently in between.

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dr_jules_leclerc : bach weekend with my angels

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alexandrasaintmleux : so so much fun celebrating the most beautiful bride on the planet

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dr_jules_leclerc : so blessed to have a beautiful maid of honor who planned it all

charlotte2304 : Cannot believe my beautiful sister is a bride!!🤍

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lilyzneimer : love you j<3

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georgerussell63 : still petty I didn’t get an invite

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arthur_leclerc : same

charles_leclerc : same

lando : same

georgerussell63 : I HAVE BEEN DOING SO MUCH PLANNING - YOU ALL HAVE DONE NOTHING — I DESERVED IT

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lando : hey buddy i gave her the ring in the first place

charles_leclerc : I’m literally her twin bffr

dr_jules_leclerc : you guys literally had a party..why so jealous?

arthur_leclerc : it was not as much fun as you guys had and Lando was just whining because he missed you the entire time

dr_jules_leclerc : aw lan

lando : come home now pls

dr_jules_leclerc : getting on the plane now bub

lilymhe : sad ur not marrying me but so so happy to be your bridesmaid 💘

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carmenmmundt : omg we are so close to the big day!! i love you bunches

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flonorris1 : genuinely so much fun- so excited to have you as a sister (officially)!

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francisca.cgomes : i love you to the moon and back— prettiest bride ever

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part five — complete 💐💐

thank you to @1800-love-me for the great idea of something borrowed—blue etc

let me know of any requests and any ideas of another series as this one will probably be coming to an end soon

thank you for all the support loves!

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tender-rosiey · 5 months ago

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Roseeee I hope you don't mind this request for stress relief and motivation request (suffering yet happy in Uni) 🤧🥺💖💓💖💞💟

Asking Sukuna to brush Reader's hair bc it soothes and comforts them from a tiring journey/chores/etc that kept them busy and forgot to rest and Sukuna tried his best to give a comforting words yet he failed but Reader is happy bc his voice is enough to calm them 🥺🥺🥺🥺💓💓💓💓

duty — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: wishing you the best of luck! hope you like this <3

the night settles in, and you collapse into a wooden chair, your body aching from the endless list of chores and duties that consume your day.

being sukuna's wife means certain expectations are placed on you—managing his domain, attending to the temple's needs, and ensuring everything runs smoothly.

it becomes routine for you to get so lost in the day’s tasks that you forget to rest.

tonight is no different.

the soreness in your muscles tugs at you, and the exhaustion clings to your bones. your eyes close for just a moment, a sigh slipping from your lips. you are so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you don’t even notice sukuna’s looming presence until he speaks.

“you’re doing it again.” his voice is low and sharp, with a hint of annoyance.

you blink, lifting your head to find his imposing figure standing behind you. his red eyes are unreadable, but you can tell he’s been watching you for some time. you offer him a weak smile, too tired to muster your usual retort.

“doing what?” you ask softly, your voice a little strained.

he scoffs, stepping closer. “running yourself ragged. it’s pathetic to watch.”

a chuckle slips from you, despite the sharp edge to his words. "I didn’t realize you were so concerned."

sukuna lets out a huff, his hand already reaching out to your hair, a little rough but surprisingly mindful. "you’re my wife. of course, I am. If you collapse, I’ll have to deal with the consequences."

you smile faintly, though you know his words are just a cover. sukuna is never one to admit concern openly. but over time, you learn to read between the lines. his actions speak volumes, even if his words are always harsh.

"you think I'm that fragile?" you tease, though your voice lacks its usual spark.

he doesn’t answer immediately. instead, his fingers thread through your hair, working through the tangles you hadn’t even realized were there. the touch is unexpected, and you straighten slightly, caught off guard by the sudden gentleness. he isn’t often like this, but when he is, it feels like something special.

“shut up and sit still,” he mutters, not looking at you. "you’re a mess."

you can’t help but smirk. “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to help.”

sukuna’s hands pause for a brief moment, and you feel his gaze burn into the back of your head. “you don’t need to know better.”

you let out a soft laugh, leaning into his touch as his fingers continue their careful work through your hair. his touch isn’t soft—sukuna is never soft—but it is deliberate, careful not to hurt you despite the roughness of his movements. he is skilled in handling weapons, yet here he is, tending to your hair like it’s something that needs precision.

“you always surprise me,” you say quietly, more to yourself than to him.

his usual disdainful sound follows. “don’t get used to it. you just look worse than usual tonight.”

“I’m sure that’s your way of saying you missed me,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper as your exhaustion starts to creep back in.

sukuna lets out a dry laugh, low and rumbling. “don’t flatter yourself.”

you smile despite the weariness weighing you down. his voice is all you need. he doesn’t have to sugarcoat anything, doesn’t need to offer sweet reassurances. sukuna isn’t built that way. but even in his gruffness, you find comfort.

the quiet moment lingers between you, the tension of the day fading into the background. sukuna’s fingers continue their soothing motion, and you feel the stress of your responsibilities begin to melt away.

“honestly,” you say, breaking the silence, “I don’t know how you manage to be so intimidating all the time and still pull off something like this.”

“imitating your incompetence isn’t that hard,” he shoots back, not missing a beat.

you roll your eyes, a smile creeping onto your face. “maybe you should consider a career change. demon king by day, hairdresser by night.”

“don’t push your luck,” he replies, but the slight amusement in his voice betrays his true feelings.

just then, you feel him shift behind you, the weight of his presence enveloping you like a warm cloak. he lets out a low sigh, and for a brief moment, the world feels incredibly still.

“why do you insist on doing everything yourself?” he asks, his tone shifting to something more serious. “you have people for that.”

you turn slightly to gauge his expression. his brows are furrowed, a subtle crease forming between them. “I know I do, but they can’t care about it the way I do. it's my duty.”

“your duty,” he echoes, the word hanging in the air. “a duty you’re overextending yourself with. a queen shouldn’t be this exhausted.”

“maybe you’re right, but—”

“no ‘buts,’” he interrupts, the authority in his voice firm yet somehow softened by the concern lacing his words. “a ruler needs to be sharp, and you’re not going to be sharp if you’re running on fumes.”

you contemplate his words, a wave of appreciation washing over you. in a world filled with curses and chaos, it is rare for someone to express such concern. you want to argue, to defend your choices, but deep down, you know he’s right.

“maybe I could delegate a little more,” you concede, leaning into him slightly. “but it’s hard to let go of things when they feel so…personal.”

sukuna’s fingers still momentarily before resuming their rhythm. “you’re their queen. act like it. command them,” he says. “they’re all here for you. that’s their only purpose.”

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holyblonded · 12 days ago

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estrella takes on england | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader, barcelona femeni x teen!reader

summary: you finesse you way onto a trip with jana and ona to visit bruna

notes: finally shortening the request list. but keep them coming!

“Estrellita, do you realize how much homework you have?” Alexia asked, raising a brow as she stared at you with a mix of disbelief and tired amusement. “Like, have you looked at your assignment list at all?”

You blinked at her innocently, then turned to Olga who sat beside her on the couch, heavily pregnant and already giggling at your expression. “Umm… no?” you offered, voice high and hopeful.

Alexia sighed dramatically and pinched the bridge of her nose. “If you had, you would’ve seen the eighteen missing assignments you currently have.”

You tilted your head thoughtfully and glanced up at the ceiling like the answers might be written in the plaster. “You know,” you said after a beat, “I’ve never really thought about it that way. That’s some great insight, Mami. Eye-opening, really.”

Alexia’s face flattened into a look of unimpressed exhaustion. “You are not going to England.”

And just like that, you dropped to your knees with a gasp. “No! Please! Please have mercy on a poor, overwhelmed soul! I haven’t seen my sister Bruna in—God knows—how many years—”

“It’s been eight months,” Alexia interrupted, arms crossed as she tried to hold her ground.

“My heart aches for her! My twin flame, my rock, my soulmate!” you cried, hands clasped dramatically in front of your chest. “She’s the yin to my yang, the ketchup to my fries, the—”

“Keep aching,” Alexia said, rising from her seat with a shake of her head. “Because you’re not going. End of discussion.”

She turned and walked away toward the kitchen, leaving you collapsed on the floor in despair, reaching after her like you were in the final scene of a tragic telenovela.

Your eyes shifted to Olga, who was clutching her bump and laughing so hard tears had begun to spill down her cheeks. “You couldn’t help me?” you said, utterly betrayed. “You knew I was getting cooked out there and you just let it happen?”

“I’m sorry,” she wheezed between giggles. “But I am so miserable these days. My feet hurt, my back hurts, I can’t even see my toes anymore, bebita. If I get a laugh, I take it. So, thank you.”

You huffed, defeated, and crawled over to rest your head against her legs. She immediately began running her fingers gently through your hair, soothing in that way only she knew how.

“So glad my suffering brings you joy, Mama,” you muttered, already feeling your pout soften at her touch.

“Oh, mi nena,” she said with a fond sigh, “she’ll come around. You know, something similar happened to me when I was your age and I just snuck out.”

Your head snapped up slowly, eyes widening with curiosity. “You what?”

Olga smiled a little too smugly and leaned back. “I was a teenager once too, you know. I wasn’t always a boring grown-up with swollen ankles. I snuck out, caught the train to Valencia. My mom didn’t even realize I was gone until the next morning.”

You sat there, gears turning wildly in your brain, eyes now sparkling with possibility.

Olga narrowed her gaze. “You are not seriously—”

“I didn’t say anything,” you said, all too quickly. “Just… absorbing your wisdom.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m just saying… if one day I did happen to be in England… it would be a beautiful full-circle moment. Me, Bruna, Ona, Jana—family reunion.”

“You’re going to get us both killed,” Olga mumbled through a smile, and yet she didn’t stop stroking your hair. “Just don’t forget to clear your browser history this time, genius.”

You grinned. “No promises.”

You stood on the doormat of Jana’s apartment, bouncing on your toes with barely restrained excitement. You knocked three times, fast and eager, and when the door finally opened, you were met with a very unimpressed Ona Batlle.

Her gaze dropped to your duffel bag and roller suitcase, then back up to your far-too-innocent smile. “No.”

Before she could shut the door, you wedged your foot in the gap. “Ona, come on! Don’t be like that.”

Ona groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Why? Why? Why?” she muttered under her breath as you shoved your way inside.

“Such hostility,” you said with mock offense, hauling your bags behind you. “Where’s the love?”

Jana appeared from the kitchen, eyes narrowing the moment she spotted your luggage. “What are you doing?”

“Joining you!” you chirped.

Jana folded her arms. “Don’t you have homework?”

“…I mean yeah,” you admitted with a shrug. “But homework I can do on the flight?”

Her eyes widened in alarm. “Oh no. No, no. Alexia gave us very strict instructions—”

“Pleaseee!” You launched into a full dramatic performance, dropping your bags and flinging yourself toward her. “I haven’t seen Bruna in ages! You can’t leave me here! I’ll wither away!”

“She’s going to kill us,” Ona said, but it was half-hearted, her tone already slipping toward resignation.

“Please!” you begged, clinging to Jana’s arm. “Pleasepleaseplease! I’ll be so good. I won’t even talk the whole flight.”

“That’s a lie,” Ona muttered.

“I’ll try not to talk the whole flight,” you amended, batting your lashes.

Jana sighed. “This is a terrible idea.”

“But also… a little fun?” you grinned.

She looked at Ona, who gave her the same deadpan stare she always did when things were about to spiral. But then she broke.

“Fine,” Ona said with a dramatic roll of her eyes. “But hurry before we regret this.”

“Too late,” Jana muttered, watching you fist-pump the air.

You were a whirlwind the entire way to the airport— talking, laughing, bouncing in your seat. By the time you reached the boarding area, both Jana and Ona were on their phones, catching up on messages and barely keeping up with your commentary about airport snacks and airplane legroom.

Then you saw it. A little crepe stand tucked between two gates. Your eyes lit up.

You didn’t want to interrupt their texting, Ona was probably talking to Lucy, and Jana was probably updating Bruna, so you slipped off quietly. You’d only be a minute. Just enough to grab some crepes and surprise them. It took them a few minutes to notice.

Jana looked up first and immediately straightened. “Where is she?”

Ona looked up too, eyes scanning the row of chairs. “You’re joking.”

“She was right there!” Jana hissed.

“She has the worst sense of direction—why did we let her out of our sight?!”

“Because she was sitting! She was literally sitting right there!” Jana stood up, looking around in every direction.

“She probably walked straight into a wall thinking it was the bathroom,” Ona muttered, already panicking as they started scanning the terminal.

They wandered past shops, peeked into waiting areas, earned more than a few strange looks as they frantically muttered your name and tried to remain inconspicuous while definitely failing.

Then they turned a corner and saw you at the crepe stand, grinning like a child on Christmas morning, carefully balancing three crepes in your hands.

“I got us all Nutella with strawberries,” you beamed, holding one out proudly as you spotted them.

Jana groaned and sank onto the bench beside the stall. “You’re going to be the death of us.”

Ona took her crepe with a sigh, shaking her head. “Next time, we’re zip-tying you to the seat.”

You just giggled, already halfway through your first bite. “Worth it.”

The wheels touched down on the tarmac and before the seatbelt light even dinged off, you were halfway out of your seat, vibrating with excitement. You barely made it through customs before breaking into a full sprint through the arrivals area like a sugar-high toddler, nearly knocking over an elderly couple and someone’s luggage.

“Bruna!” you shouted at the top of your lungs, spotting her near the barrier with a coffee in hand, very much not expecting a hurricane to barrel straight at her.

Her eyes widened. “What the—”

And then you collided with her like a wrecking ball, arms wrapped around her waist, bouncing up and down like a kid on Christmas morning. “You didn’t think I was coming! Surprise! It’s me! Your favorite little chaos goblin!”

Bruna let out a startled laugh, stumbling back a step. “I thought you weren’t allowed to come!”

Jana, trailing behind with two rolling suitcases and a severely unimpressed expression, grunted. “We didn’t have a choice. She snuck into our Uber with a bag and a plane ticket like it was a prison break.”

“I told you!” you grinned, still clinging to Bruna like a koala. “I belong in England.”

“You haven’t even left the airport yet,” Ona muttered, hauling your duffel with the aura of a very tired single mother of three. “Can you just stand still for five seconds?”

“Nope!” you declared, spinning in a full circle and nearly tripping over someone’s rolling carry-on.

“Estrella!” Ona snapped. “I swear to God, if you don’t stop—”

“I’m gonna buy one of those kid leashes,” she said to Jana, exasperated, pointing at you like you were an unruly Pomeranian.

“She’ll chew through it,” Jana said flatly.

Bruna, clearly realizing your chaos energy wasn’t going to subside, grabbed your arm and refused to let go. “That’s it. You’re mine now. I’m holding you hostage.”

“You say that like it’s a punishment,” you grinned, letting her drag you all the way to baggage claim and then to the car. She didn’t release you even when she had to unlock the trunk, just maneuvered with one arm like a pro while you clung to her like a barnacle.

The moment you got into the car, you slid into the seat beside Bruna and immediately launched into a verbal monologue with no breathing breaks. “Oh my God, I missed you so much, like so much. Spain is weird without you and Alexia yells more now and Olga makes me eat vegetables. Also, I stubbed my toe yesterday and thought of you for some reason—OH and Soleil says hi, she was like, ‘Tell Bruna hi’ and I was like ‘I will if she answers my texts’—”

Bruna blinked. “I do answer your texts.”

“Three business days later!”

Meanwhile, Ona and Jana, trapped in the back seats, had both slumped against their respective windows. At some point, maybe around your detailed story about how you got into a heated debate with a pigeon outside your favorite café, they gave up entirely and fell asleep. You kept going.

“—and then I told Olga that I wanted to dye my hair like yours and she said no because ‘Bruna’s hair doesn’t count as a stable color reference’ which I think was super rude, honestly, because I think your hair is iconic—”

Bruna just looked at you, both baffled and amused. “You breathe through your ears or something?”

You grinned. “Only when I’m excited. Which I am. Because you’re here. And I’m here. And I missed you so much, like seriously. It’s not the same without you. You might act like you’re too cool for me, but you’re not. You’re my sister and I missed my sister.”

Bruna finally smiled, that warm, soft one she doesn’t give often. “I missed you too, little devil. Even if you drive me absolutely insane. You’re still my pain-in-the-ass baby sister at the end of the day.”

You beamed at her, totally unfazed by the insult wrapped in love.

When you finally got to the hotel, you didn’t even help unload the car. You burst into the living room like you were running a marathon, dropped your bag, and dramatically flopped onto the couch with a groan of fake exhaustion.

“I think I belong in England,” you declared, sprawled out like a dead fish.

Bruna rolled her eyes. “Hell no.”

The next morning, just as the sky began to lighten with a soft pink hue, you were already wide awake and brimming with energy. You threw the curtains open with dramatic flair, letting the sun pour into the hotel room.

“Get up, get up, get up!” you sang at the top of your lungs, bouncing between the beds like an overly caffeinated squirrel. “London isn’t going to explore itself!”

Ona groaned and pulled the pillow over her head. “It’s six in the morning.”

Jana blindly reached for your ankle from where she lay sprawled across the bed. “Estrella, I swear to God—”

“I made an itinerary!” you chirped, ducking away before Jana could grab you. “Big Ben, Tower Bridge, Abbey Road, and the Harry Potter platform thingy!”

“You didn’t even say the name right,” Ona muttered into her pillow, but you were already skipping to the bathroom, humming a song of your own invention.

Three hours later, after much groaning, dragging, and you bribing them with pastries, the four of you were finally out and about, navigating the busy streets of London. You were a blur of motion, bouncing between sights and posing in front of every single one like you were the star of your own travel documentary.

“Picture!” you shouted, grabbing Jana and Ona by the sleeves and dragging them in front of Buckingham Palace.

“Another one!” you yelled ten minutes later in front of Tower Bridge.

“You’re going to have 100 photos of the back of my head,” Jana grumbled, squinting at the glare of the sun.

“That’s okay,” you said, already framing a selfie. “Your hair looks great!”

Bruna had joined you mid-morning, stylishly dressed and sipping coffee like she wasn’t babysitting a human firecracker. She watched you literally walk straight into a pole while staring in awe at a double-decker bus.

“She’s gonna get herself killed,” she said flatly, taking another sip of her drink.

Ona and Jana didn’t even flinch. “Yep,” they said in perfect unison.

Later that afternoon, the four of you were huddled around a small stall at the farmers market, arguing over which jam sample tasted the best.

“The strawberry has personality,” you insisted, already elbow-deep in a second helping.

“The apricot is more refined,” Bruna replied, raising an eyebrow at you.

While they debated the intricacies of fruit preserves, your eyes caught something in the distance. A churro stand. Not just any churro stand— this one had the silkiest, most luxurious chocolate sauce you had ever seen. It shimmered like a dream under the sun. Your mouth watered. Your sweet tooth roared to life.

Without saying a word, you slipped away. Two minutes passed.

“Where’s Estrella?” Ona asked, looking around.

Jana squinted. “She was just here.”

Bruna, calm as ever, sighed and pulled out her phone. “It’s fine. I dropped an AirTag in her bag.”

They tracked your location and, sure enough, the blinking dot led them straight to—you guessed it—the churro stand.

They stood there, watching as you happily devoured a churro, chocolate smeared on your cheek like war paint.

“Really?” Jana said, deadpan.

“Are we even surprised at this point?” Ona added.

“I should’ve dropped two AirTags,” Bruna muttered.

Eventually, the four of you made your way to lunch at a cozy little café tucked down a quiet alleyway. You were munching happily on your second helping of fries when Bruna suddenly reached over and squeezed your hand gently.

“I missed you, Estrella,” she said, her voice soft now. “You’re all grown up. But next time, I will come to Spain. You in another country is too stressful.”

You beamed at her, chocolate still faintly visible at the corner of your mouth. “Deal.”

Then you leaned your head on her shoulder and immediately began pestering her to let you order dessert. Again.

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littlebirdygirlywriting · 18 days ago

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Unpleasant Anniversaries

Daredevil Masterlist || Based on this request!

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Every year, it was the worst week of your life. A week absolutely brimming with unpleasant anniversaries. But when you sleep through your alarm for work, you don’t expect a certain Matt Murdock to come knocking at your door. Or that you’d confess the feelings you have for him.

Author’s Note: I can’t believe I reference a game of truth or dare so often in this fic just to not be able to come up with what the dare would be. Smh. Sorry guys. You can use your imagination I guess. 😂 Thank you SO MUCH for the request anon!! I hope it’s everything you were hoping it would be and that it’s not too cliche… (And that it’s not too long, because this baby really got away on me. 😬) This is actually my first time writing (or at least posting) for the DD fandom, so please let me know if I’m OOC!

Warnings: Angst (but with a happy ending), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, References to Parental Death, Cussing, References to Alcohol and Hangovers, no use of y/n (I’m getting pretty good at back flipping and somersaulting around it, but I still apologize if it comes off clunky), Fluff at the end (because what’s the point of hurt/comfort if we don’t have some cute, fluffy comfort??), Love Confessions. I’m posting this without editing, and yes, that is a warning. (I am SO going to regret this decision later, but I am way too tired to edit).

Word Count: 2.3k

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This cannot be happening. I cannot be falling in love with Matt Murdock.

It was stupid, really. The stupidest thing that had caused you to realise it.

Freaking Foggy.

Granted, you couldn’t entirely blame him. You were far too old to succumb to peer pressure anyway. Far too old to be playing Truth or Dare with a six-pack of beer and the exhaustion of an emotional week under your belt.

A week absolutely brimming with unpleasant anniversaries.

The anniversary of your mother’s death, the anniversary of your long-term boyfriend breaking up with you for your best friend, your birthday. Bing, bang, boom…back-to-back.

Every year, it was the worst week of your life, and you just wanted something fun and lighthearted and silly enough to make you forget about the ache wrenching your heart in two.

Stupid. Stupid anniversaries and stupid emotions and stupid, stupid, STUPID, idiotic game.

It was juvenile, and you cursed yourself for going along with the idea. Because now, you had another item to add to the list.

And the week wasn’t even over yet.

A steady thumping at your door matched the rhythm pounding in your head, your name spoken through the thin wood.

Peeking through cracked eyelids revealed afternoon sunlight streaming into your apartment, the alarm clock beside your bed happily displaying 12:05pm.

Shit!

You bolted upright in bed, groaning as your head throbbed in protest. Another series of knocks rapped against your door, followed by your name again. Double shit!

Matt.

Stumbling out of bed, you grit your teeth against the headache and tripped your way to the door, fumbling with the lock and cursing your hangover. The drinking hadn’t stopped once you got home, and you were really starting to regret that decision.

The lock clicked, and before Matt even had a chance to step into the apartment, apologies were spewing from your lips.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Matt. It won’t happen again. I must’ve slept through the alarm or forgot to set it or something, but it won’t happen again, I promise. I—”

The words were spilling out of you like a river, and even you were struggling to make sense of them. Embarrassingly, tears pricked the backs of your eyes, something that only deepened the ache pounding through your skull.

“Hey.” Matt dropped his cane in the entryway, door closing behind him and strong, steady hands placed groundingly on your shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad. Foggy, Karen, and I were just worried when you didn’t show up to work. We thought somebody better come check on you.”

That was…really sweet.

And the floodgates opened.

Gut-wrenching sobs tore through your body, every ounce of hurt and despair and loneliness bottled up for the last several years breaking through your carefully-constructed walls and flowing like a wellspring onto the hardwood floor.

For a second, Matt froze, stunned, and you wanted to kick yourself. This was not what Matt had signed up for by volunteering to come check on you. If anything, he was probably wishing right now that Karen or Foggy or literally anyone else had offered to go instead.

“I’m–I’m sorry.” You tried to apologize for crying, for not showing up to work, for being a crazy, messed-up disaster that Matt certainly shouldn’t have to deal with.

His arms wrapped around you, warm and comforting, and despite your best intentions, you found yourself melting into the touch, clinging to the front of his dress shirt and probably ruining it with your tears.

“I’m–I’m sorry, Matt. I–”

“Shhh.” He interrupted you with a hum, gently resting his chin on top of your head, strong arms locked securely around you.

Still, you felt the need to explain.

“It’s–it’s just a really rough week for me, but I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. I’m always fine. I always end up fine. I just��”

He shushed you again quietly, warm hands running soothing strokes up and down your back. The tears began to slow, and you hiccuped before attempting to take a long, controlled breath.

“That’s it. That’s good. Just breathe.”

His hands didn’t stop moving, and you closed your eyes, savouring the touch for however long it would last. Burying yourself in the comfort of it.

Maybe you could make a piece of this moment last forever.

When a deep, shuddery sigh expelled itself from your lungs, Matt stepped back, head tilting as his hands rested back on your shoulders, seeming to be listening for something. What, you didn’t know. Concern marred a crease on his forehead though, and another wave of guilt roiled in your stomach.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was small and weak, pathetic. “Matt, I’m so–”

“Stop saying you’re sorry.” His tone was firm, brooking no argument. His hand started stroking up and down your arm. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I was late for work.” The words fell to the floor with your gaze.

“We got by for the morning.”

You squinted against the sunlight streaming in through the windows, the ache behind your eyes barely manageable. “I made you guys worry.”

His tone remained smooth, calm. “That’s okay. You’re okay, and that’s all that matters.”

“And…” You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, worrying your lip between your teeth. “I got tears on your shirt.”

A wry smile tilted his lips, and you could just picture the amusement dancing behind those red glasses. “I’ll live, and it’ll wash.”

“I just…” You sighed, digging the palms of your hands into your eyes, trying to uproot the headache that seemed to be drilling a hole through your skull. “I just wish this week was over.”

The tips of his fingers danced over your arm, and his voice became low, tender. “Why?”

Tears sprang to your eyes again, but you forced them back, swallowing down the lump attempting to rise in your throat.

Could you tell him? Could you really, truly trust him with this information? Would it make him look at you differently? Would it make him see you as broken?

“It just…” You paused, hesitating. “It’s just got some bad memories attached to it, is all.” Then, before you could stop yourself. “Did you know my mom died six years ago yesterday?”

Matt frowned, lips twitching like he wanted to speak.

But you kept going.

“Heart attack. The doctors never saw it coming. I was in my first year of university…” You swallowed, bitter memories you regularly kept locked away rising to the surface. “I was on the plane when she passed—didn’t even know until my dad met me at the airport.”

Your name drifted from his lips, hushed and sad. It should make you stop—it should make you shove the feelings back into a box, lock them up tight, and forget about them forever. Instead…

“Two years later, this great guy came into my life. Smart, funny…” Almost as handsome as you. You pushed the thought aside and continued. “We were talking about marriage. Family, kids. We would buy a house on the coast, right next to his parents. We were going to be so happy…”

The memory played out before your eyes. Big house, a dog, 2.5 children—you’d even talked colour schemes, baby names. Had tentatively set a date for just after graduation.

“Until the doctors thought they found something on one of my routine screenings. Suddenly, ‘in sickness and in health’ became a little too close to home. He was sleeping with my best friend before I even had a chance to tell him it was a false alarm.”

By the hard set of his jaw, Matt was less than pleased to hear about your piece-of-shit ex, lips pressed firmly together like he might be trying to keep himself from having a word with him this very moment.

A near-hysterical laugh floated up from your chest, heart ripping apart inside you.

“It was really a stupidly shitty thing to do on someone’s birthday, but hey, live and learn I guess. Just gives me one less reason to celebrate. It hasn’t been the same since my mom passed anyway…”

His head tilted sharply. “Your birthday is this week?”

A small, pathetic nod tipped your chin. “Today, actually.”

Matt’s jaw worked, expression so pained you thought for a second he might be more hurt by the knowledge than you were.

“And then, of course, I’m stupid enough to play Truth or Dare, get so outrageously drunk that I sleep through my alarm, and if I worked for anyone other than you, I would’ve been fired on the spot, so…” The headache was splitting your brain in two. You needed an aspirin. “Icing on the cake.”

Walking into the kitchen to dig through your cupboards for the pill bottle and a glass of water, you genuinely hoped Matt would leave it as is. It was stupid—nothing but a hard week and an off day and two minutes of word vomiting. Or maybe closer to ten. Either way, you just wanted to keep your head low and forget about this little outburst until the end of the week, when you could cry properly.

Of course, you should’ve known better than to think Matt would leave it alone.

“Okay, first of all,” he said, following you into the kitchen, “you would not have been fired from any other job. You’ve been nothing but punctual every other day of the year—one bad day doesn’t scrap a perfectly good record. And second–” he interrupted your protest with a furrowed brow and his hand raised in the ‘stop’ position. “You were not that drunk when you left the office yesterday. What happened?”

You winced, embarrassment flooding your cheeks, and you delayed by popping the aspirin in your mouth with a swig of water. When you were finished, Matt was still waiting.

“Nothing.”

He scoffed, and you tried not to let it hurt. “Nothing?”

“That’s what I said, Matt.” Whoa, you did not mean for your tone to be so sharp, but there was no stopping it now. “Maybe I had a few more when I got home. Maybe I had a whole case. Maybe—” your voice cracked, and tears pricked your eyes again. “Maybe I just didn’t want to think about my dead mother or my cheating ex or the fact that when I took that fucking dare yesterday, I didn’t realise I had feelings for you until it was too late. And I—” Tears flooded the dam, dripping down your cheeks, your words breaking on a sob. “I can’t have feelings for you, because all they ever do is get me hurt…and I can’t handle any more hurt, Matt. I can’t! I can’t–-”

For the second time that day, you dissolved into sobs, the sheer force of pain clefting you in two like a tidal wave.

Through a haze of tears, you watched Matt hesitate, hand flexing, before stepping forward and slowly wrapping his arms around you, keeping you together when you were sure you would fall apart.

The reality of what you’d just confessed washed over you, embarrassment now mixing with the sadness to create a whirl of agonising pain.

You wanted to choke on the feelings.

“I’m–I’m sorry, Matt.” Your words were so garbled, you have no idea how he understood them.

But he did.

“What did I say earlier?” he soothed, warm hand stroking up and down your back again. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

God, you wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe that you hadn’t just ruined your career confessing feelings for your boss. Wanted to believe that he wouldn’t just slowly disappear from your life, like a ship in the night, fading out of friendship, out of reach of a lighthouse.

Your body bucked and hiccuped, lungs struggling for air through the emotion filling your chest. His arms tightened around you.

“Shhh, sweetheart. Shhhh.” His lips graced your hairline—a soft kiss, tender—before he again rested his chin on top of your head. “It’s okay. You’re okay. Just breathe, okay?”

You shook your head, the salt-stained fabric of his shirt swishing against your ear. “No. Matt, I ruined everything.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.”

“I ruined everything!”

Grasping fistfuls of his shirt in shaky hands, you felt his jaw shift atop your head.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he repeated, voice barely above a whisper. “I—God, I…I should’ve told you a long time ago.”

You sniffed, wiping the tear stains off your cheeks with his shirt. “Told me what?”

He paused, chest expanding with a breath, like he was preparing himself for something.

“That I…I have feelings for you too.”

“Don’t patronize me, Murdock,” you snipped, attempting to push out of his arms, because that’s just what you didn’t need, someone to make fun of the emotions that you already knew were stupid.

He held you fast.

“I’m not. I promise you I’m not.” The conviction in his voice was almost enough to convince you of the truth on its own. And if it wasn’t, his heart racing against your fingertips, chaotic and wild, certainly was. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time, sweetheart. I–I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

He smiled sheepishly, and the world moved in slow motion.

“You…love me?” A whisper is too loud to describe the question you breathed, but Matt chuckled, the tips of his ears flushed a dusty shade of pink.

“Yeah.” His head tilted, slight crease between his brows, carefully regarding your reaction.

“Matt Murdock…” you breathed, wiping the final few tears off your cheeks and looking up into his red glasses. “This is the best birthday I’ve had in a long time.”

He frowned. “Then we really need to fix that.”

You laughed, a real, genuine laugh, probably the first one this entire week, and melted back into his arms.

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jishyucks · 9 months ago

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⋆.˚ Twinkle, Twinkle ˚.⋆ — lmk (Teaser)

‣ pairing: mark lee x reader

‣ genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers

‣ current wc: 5.6k (so far), about 65% done, predicted 10k

‣ summary: The world is sick and tired of your and Mark’s inability to understand feelings. With a friendship that has lasted longer than you can count on your fingers and friends who can tell you’re both utterly in love with each other, the universe decides to make use of its different light forms to tip you both over the edge of friendship.

‣ warnings (so far): some cliches?, like one kms joke, mentions of alcohol, mentions of vomiting (cause of alcohol)

‣ an: this idea has been rotting in my drafts since like February and i finally got the motivation to write it yippeeee,,, tag list maybe? just ask!

Without light, it’d be awfully difficult to see (duh)

Mark’s bed was the 2nd most comfiest bed in the world, a close runner-up to your parents’.

His mother truly chose the perfect pillow for you to use, paired with a blanket that complimented it well. They both smelled like fresh laundry, an aroma you were familiar with because your best friend smelled exactly like this.

The clock on Mark’s nightstand reads 12:23 AM, moonlight pushing past his closed shutters to emit a bit of its light into his room. Its light does poorly, giving the glow-in-the-dark stars on Mark’s ceiling a chance to emerge through the darkness.

Your mind’s filled with thoughts of the conclusion of the movie you both had just watched—Tangled—and your younger self could not help but think…

“Mark?” you called out into the darkness, “Mark, are you awake?”

There’s shuffling in the space next to you and then you hear Mark hum, “I’m awake. Why?”

You hesitate to ask the question that’s been keeping your brain occupied ever since the credits started rolling. But knowing Mark, he wouldn’t take it the wrong way.

“Do you…”

You can barely see Mark’s head lift up to look at you in the darkness, bedhead creating a jagged outline.

“Do you think I’ll ever fall in love and get married like Rapunzel did in the movie?”

Your mind replays the clips of Rapunzel and Eugene underneath the lanterns, lights creating a scene you’ll never forget for the rest of your life.

Mark hums again, something that he did when he was deep in thought. Your question wasn’t too far-fetched. He’s overheard a lot of the other girls in his class talking about crushes they’ve had on other classmates or squealing over that one idol he couldn’t remember the name of. The only difference now was that these thoughts were coming out of you.

“Do you think you won’t?” Was Mark’s reply.

At the time, you really didn’t know what you were saying, barely having the knowledge to understand the deeper meaning of it all.

Love and marriage? You weren’t aware that you had skipped practically everything before that.

“I think so.”

Mark doesn’t reply for a long while, long enough to convince you that he had fallen asleep the second you answered his question. But when you feel the bed dip, you can make out that he is now sitting up and reaching for his lamp.

Click!

You let out a quiet hiss, squeezing your eyes shut because you’re suddenly blinded.

Mark snorts, “Sorry, I should’ve warned you.”

There’s movement on his end again, the blankets softly rustling. You’re not sure what Mark was trying to do, but once you finally open your eyes, the first thing you see in the lowly-lit room are his eyes shining back at you, mouth opened slightly because he was going to say something. He’s propped up on his elbows, crushing the barrier pillow between you both.

“Why’d you have to turn the light on?” You scoot yourself up to face your best friend.

Mark shrugs as chews on his bottom lip in search of words, “I just feel like it’ll mean more if you could see me saying it.”

“Saying what?”

“You’ll find your happily ever after,” Mark says seriously. You can tell just by the way he looked at you that he was serious. Not even a hint of kidding looming behind his pupils. You forget that Mark was such an optimist.

Your brows furrow, unsure whether or not you should take this boy seriously. “And how are you so sure about that?”

Mark’s eyes reflect the light coming from his lamp and he grins. It’s almost creepy the way he does, like he has something hidden up his sleeve.

“I just am.”

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thedeskofaltoclef · 4 months ago

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How I became The Desk of Alto Clef.

My response to a SCP Group designed around Hate and Bigotry who have targeted me and others in this community.

Nah, man, my daughter is dead.

It has been brought to my attention that there is a group of people on the internet who are fascinated with my fascination of Alto Clef and Meri. Hurtful and yet cute in a way so I think now I'll choose this time and these screen grabs from their discord to explain how I came to be 'The Desk of Alto Clef'.

My Daughter died six years ago and it sent me spiraling deep into the bottom of whatever bottle I could find.

I was completely prepared to take my own life and even had the things to 'finish the job' because my life had no meaning at that point. What was another statistic going to matter anyways, right?

It was in one of these dark, drunk moments with a gun when I fell across the Volgun's video on 'reality benders and you' and fell into a rabbit hole.

Drunkenly I fumbled around the wiki and learned more about this broken man known as Alto Clef.

A man whom I could relate to in my own way. A man who, no matter what he did, could never see his daughter as I will never be able to see mine. So thus, I became a very, very shitty cosplayer.

I like to believe that over the past four years my acting ability has increased to a sustainable level and as much as I joke about things I do try to stay humble about it. Though I like to think I've become better but I digress.

I love the lore of Clef and Meri, on or offsite, to the point that I am weird about it I know, but that's how I stay connected to my daughter. Writing the Deskverse is how I stay connected to my daughter.

I am also autistic which causes me to hyper fixate on Clef as a coping mechanism.

Because of this group of people I have greatly considered leaving the community and going back to my own personal solitude. Acting, Voice Acting, Cosplaying as Clef gave and still gives me something to live for again. I may not be this group's cup of tea but I do like to believe that I have helped others. My main goal has always been to uplift those who need uplifting. I do not want anyone to ever feel how I felt in my lowest and darkest moments.

The main story in the deskverse is about a father and a daughter torn apart by the actions of an abusive mother. My real life story.

I also have ZERO clue as to why I am being involved with misogyny or yuri things. If I have offended you in any way I do apologize.

I do not plan on posting the more 'suggestive' or 'lewd' responses they have made. Overly sexualized content does make me extremely uncomfortable.

This group of people have broken my heart into pieces. Seeing this list of images and names dragging me through the mud has already smashed my unstable self-esteem as it is.

At this time I do not plan on releasing any names associated with all of this because I am honestly tired of reliving the most horrid event of my life over and over because I, for whatever reason, do not fit what this group feels is acceptable of an actor/writer/fan.

I cannot say the same for the others in which they were assaulting.

In summary Alto Clef is an outlet for the pain I live with every day. I can never see, hold, hear, smell, or speak to my daughter. I have scars on my body from her mother that will never allow me to forget that life I had. I will always remember the taste of gunpowder but thankfully my drunk ass was too weak. If your going to be bad at something, be bad at that I suppose.

I will leave all of this with a final image from the copious list and the one that honestly hurts me the most. I am honestly a shy and reserved person and frankly it takes a lot for me to get out of my comfort zone. Not long ago I went to another SCP discord server because I wanted to meet new people and someone in there was awesome. I truly enjoyed my time with this person and just found them amazing. They were kind, open, willing to listen to my ideas, and gushed over Numberonedoggo. I thought I had finally made a new friend on my own. I was apparently wrong.

Art, from some of my favorite artists, was made for the sole reason of mocking me specifically. To laugh at me for finding joy in something that gives me purpose. Something I use to drive away the darkness.

No age, disorder, illness, or reason at all can be acceptable for anyone to act in this way. You are all a mockery of everything the SCP community should stand for.

-TheDesk

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11cupids-tarot11 · 10 months ago

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A Letter From Your Future Spouse

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Cupid's Services Cupid's Master List Socials

Tips appreciated!

C@sh app and P@ypal only!

$minnieplant3

@janellec03

LOVE U

- Cupid 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪.

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Pile 1- Four of Wands, The Fool, Page of Swords, Nine of Cups, Page of Wands, The Wheel of Fortune.

"Hi you! I've been sleeping a lot, can't seem to do anything else lately because of how tired I've been. Finally. I can sleep as much as I want to now because of a situation that just so happened to end recently. Death.

What now? See, I've been wondering the same thing. But let's not even worry about it, let's just sleep as much as we want to because we finally can, even if it's only a little nap time out of your day do it because I gotta see you one last time later, I've got a message for you in your dreams. Spirit will tell you, don't worry about missing it or when <3

Resting so much so when I do have to work, you know, find that balance again between work and fun, I can focus on what's so important to me a lot better, I mean really give it my all... You know? Lol

Sorry, I dream a lot, you might notice my head is always in the clouds. I have very air energy like a Gemini.

Things are finally clearing up for me! I feel at peace, maybe we mirror each other and things are also getting better for you too? You have to let me know, okay? I feel like I can finally breathe again, be optimistic without being scared the rug is going to get snatched from underneath.

I've been working so so hard on my craft, putting in so much love and effort into my work and I feel really hopeful that all of my productivity will pay off soon, consistency is key, right?

I really like the color yellow, 😄 talk again soon!"

Hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to do the poll below 👇🏾 ✨

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Pile 2- Knight of Wands, I forgot to write down the rest of the cards I'm so sorry 😞

"I have no problem with putting in hard work for anything I want, even you, you know? If you don't want me the moment we catch eyes I'll make you ;)

The moment I catch you I'm going to make sure I never stop loving you, I'll make sure every day is beautiful, even on our bad days we'll kiss each other good night before bed still. I love you!

Why do you keep worrying yourself? All of that doubt in that pretty little head of yours isn't good, you should lay it all to rest before you make yourself sick baby. Sleep more, practice some self care before you run yourself crazy, okay?

I'm so proud of you, you know, for whatever amazing things you've accomplished lately. I believe in you, I'll always be your #1 cheerleader!

You should go out and celebrate! Enjoy the sun, you deserve it my angel! Promise me you won't let this go by like it's just not that big and you'll go out and do something? Pinky promise?

Stay focused! You're on the right path, you're doing amazing! I promise you, all of this will be worth it, it's worth our future 💓 keep going, I know you can do it! 🎉"

Hope you enjoy!!☺️ Don't forget to do the poll below!!

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Pile 3- Queen of Cups, Justice, Four of Cups, The Moon, Three of Swords, The Star.

" Hi my love, you know I don't talk a lot haha, so I'll make this quick as usual and get out of your hair so you can go on.

I just want to remind you, you're my queen, my favorite, my whole world ❤️ I think red looks really pretty on you btw but anyway, I love and miss you like crazy at times like these.

I am going through something right now, a legal situation, a situation I wish would come to an end right now because it's so heavy on me, it's hurting me but I know at the same time it's happening to me because it's part of my karma, something that's forcing me to look so closely at myself, at every shadow because I think it leads me to you. My everything. We're going to get married, I'm so sure of it.

I'm keeping hope alive, I'm hanging on to every thread of it I've got. I'm working on everything right now, I'll catch up with you soon sweetheart 💋 I'm going to kiss you when I do, you won't be able to get rid of me. ;) "

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Pile 4- Ace of Cups, The Hanged Man, King of Wands, Nine of Cups, Knight of Cups, Nine of Wands.

"I want to come to you with amazing news but I can't, I'm sorry to say, I've taken a turn for the worst right now. Don't worry, it's temporary.

I am slowly building myself back up, that's what I'm doing right now if you're wondering what I've been doing all this time. I'm healing day by day and I hope you are too sweetheart. I might be a bit stuck and tangled up right now, but I'm clearing through it!

I'm the kind of guy who will pursue you with nothing but kindness until I make you fall for me with your charm, I'm cute, I know I am, you'll love me, I have curly light hair, and a really cute smile. You'll think I'm so adorable.

I want to offer my heart to you, fully, 100%. You have me, all of me as long as you give me you in return, I hope you do, I can't be without you once I know you.

Take care my love ❤️."

Hope you enjoyed ❤️ Don't forget to do the poll below!!

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ms-demeanor · 9 months ago

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how do you do so much stuff? genuinely. I have 50 prjects lying around and I'm doing none of them, I have 50 more I want to start but I'm not even getting the materials together. All I do is be tired and play video game (if I'm not mindlessly staring off into space). I'll get one or two things i want/need to do done per day, which feels like. not a lot tbh. Asking usually gets me a "get your shit together" which isnt helpful. I dont know how. If it was that easy I wouldn't be having this problem now would I. Anyway, hope you're having a good day or it gets better & thanks.

I have completely unmanaged adhd and no fewer than 30 background projects churning at all times that i use to procrastinate from unpleasant tasks and without someone here to tell me "hey wait you're going to hurt your back, chill out and let's go get some food" there's nothing stopping me from sharkmoding myself into exhaustion. This level of productivity is much more of a cry for help than a good use of my time but if I rearrange the entire bedroom and regrout the shower I don't get bored and I don't have to feel bad about not picking up dog poop in the yard.

Also i keep a list of "projects that i should get around to at some point" so when I find myself antsy and restless I can pick something from the list and work on it. That's my one genuinely helpful piece of advice here - put your to-dos or want-tos on a list so you don't forget that you thought this would be a good thing to do at some point, and it can help you to kick-start an activity sometimes if it's on a list.

But yeah i played color water sorter on my phone for four hours on Tuesday night while I was desperately mentally screaming at myself to get up and eat something with zero success (i fell asleep on the couch with the phone in my hand and woke up at three to make two grilled peanut butter and jelly sandwiches instead of the pasta I'd planned on).

Getting one thing done a day instead of getting 20 things done in a frenzy is the much healthier option for me if i can pull it off, and getting one or two things done per day *is* a lot, so i commend you for it.

And thanks! I am forcing myself to make some tea and eat some protein and that will probably help.

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huellitaa · 1 year ago

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girl's guide to academic success: ep 1! ⊹˚. ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 this post focuses on: actively rooting for success! ♡ part 2 -> ♡

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 1. organisation

first off, have something to organise ur academic life with! i personally use notion (which i'll add later) but u can use anything as long as it's cute, convenient, unique and accessible to you, your life and your schedule specifically. especially as a visual learner, i like to have somewhere i can dump literally everything regarding a singular area in my life, so i do this for almost everything along with school and i highly recommend this <3

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 2. recognition of talents & improvements

analyse your strengths and weaknesses. think back on tests, exams, marks, and analyse which ones you got highest and lowest on. dont beat urself up for it, obviously; it's just to check which subjects you're doing good in and which ones have room for improvement. for example i love science but im not the best at it sometimes and we had an assessment recently and i didn't get as high as i'd like so i wrote down a little list on a piece of paper in my pencilcase for the topics i got the least in for me to study on my own to practise later.

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 3. laying out goals

set down specific goals; i like to do this week by week accustomed to my schedule that week in my school notion page along with images and vision boards based on the term/semester, but you can do it for the week, the month, the year, anything as long as its helpful to you

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 4. productive planning

plan accordingly based on ur time energy. when creating any to do list or productivity plan dont pile a ridiculous amount onto it that just leaves you stressed and overwhelmed because that defeats the entire point; this works the same for academic plans and goals and lists etc.

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 5. extra credit

put extra work in to the subjects you know will help you in the future. for example, for my personal aspirations i need to excel in english, history and textiles so i always try my absolute hardest and put my all into those lessons and do extra studying for them in my free time where i can. school is to prepare you for the future so take advantage of that

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 6. asking questions

please don't be shy to ask questions! that's what teachers are there for and you won't have them forever so take advantage of it while you can! you can even do it in that little window of time just after class if ur too nervous to ask in class. for example, on my last english exam i went to my teacher after class and asked about what i needed to improve on to get the marks i missed next time, and he told me i added too much detail and some other things so i wrote it down and am keeping a note of it to remind me to improve on that next time! (i got top of my class though so i didnt mind. still kind of pissed i added too much detail though)

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 7. participation

participate! ok im saying this as someone who still struggles with social anxiety a fair amount but if u wanna get higher marks and get on good terms w ur teacher i 100% recommend this. i don't do this in every class but i do it where i can and when i'm confident in my answer, and it's really intimidating at first but what i did is i did it first in the classes i felt most comfortable on and continued from there. it gets easier every time i swear, and nobody's judging you; they'll forget about it after five minutes. plus, what would they be judging you for? being smarter than them?

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 8. prioritising ur health

this is mentioned a lot in these types of posts but if you're tired or burnt out or overworked or just feel like you need to take a break then do. do the best you can and compromise like i said earlier if you need to, just make sure u are prioritising yourself over anything. <3

──★ ˙ ̟🎀inspo

──★ ˙ ̟🎀my notion

i also really recommend this layout by @honeytonedhottie ♡

all my love 🩷✨💬🎀💗

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leighsartworks216 · 7 months ago

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In Sickness And In Health

Zayne x gn!Reader

I have been lightheaded for two days now and I need a doctor-husband to take care of me soooo bad. But instead I'm focusing on my built up medication angst

Warnings: medical angst, hurt/comfort, medication (pills), bittersweet, pet names (love, my love), established relationship

Word Count: 798

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You frown at the pill bottles lined up on your counter. Your pill-minder was empty and waiting to be filled up, but seeing all your medications lined up like this stirred something inside you.

You know they're all necessary, they all help you in some way or another. But…

"Love?" Zayne steps into the bathroom, resting a gentle hand on your arm and trying to meet your eyes. "What's wrong?"

You sigh. You hate it when you feel like this. You hate burdening Zayne with your health in his work life and his day-to-day life.

"There's so many..."

He looks down at the counter. Most of these were prescriptions he filled out himself, all of the names were immediately familiar as well as their purposes. "Does the amount bother you?" he asks. His mind is already working to figure out how to narrow down the amount of medications you take, to find medicines that act as a combination for what he's prescribed.

You shake your head and begin opening the days of your pill-minder. You pop each one open slowly, like moving any faster would accidentally detonate a bomb.

He begins opening the pill bottles and dropping the doses into each compartment.

"I'll never be healthy, will I?"

The question gives him pause. He stops his task, watching you instead. Your frown causes a crease to form between your brows; makes your eyes seem more tired than they are. It takes on the bone-deep exhaustion you've been carrying ever since you were first prescribed long-term medication.

He finishes dosing out the first bottle of pills, before closing it and setting it back in the lineup. Your frown only seems to deepen as you stare at it. "My love..." He cups your cheek tenderly, cool palm soothing the upset bubbling under your skin as he turns your face, urging you to look at him. "Needing medicine is not a failure, and it doesn't mean you're unhealthy."

Your eyes flicker from his own to go searching his face and back. The way he looks at you is so intensely caring, it makes it hard for you to meet head on for too long. "But I need them because my body isn't... right."

"No body is perfect," he rebuts. "I have never met a single patient who has not had at least one issue."

"Yeah, but all your patients see you because they have issues."

He chuckles. "Most of them, but you forget I am also a primary care physician to some. No matter what shape my patients are in, there is always something that impacts their life because their body can't or doesn't provide it."

You stare at his chin. He brushes his thumb across your cheek, encouraging you to look up at him again.

"You still don't believe me."

You meet his eyes again, caught red handed. He's known you for so long, of course he should be the one to know what you're feeling with just one glance. You look apologetic, though. "I'm sorry, I want to, I just..."

"Just...?"

"I wish I didn't have so many issues." You close your eyes and lean into him. He meets you halfway, resting his forehead against yours.

He wishes there was some way for him to magically cure all your issues. Some may go away with time, but with time also brought new problems. He pulls away briefly to kiss your forehead, a quiet promise of solidarity.

He sees a small grin begin to form on your lips. "Thank you for making a house call, Dr. Zayne."

He chuckles. "It's outside of my usual job requirements, but I'm happy to make an exception, just this once."

"Guess I shouldn't get too used to it, then, huh?"

"Hm. Fortunately, my marital oath as your husband dictates that I care for you in sickness and in health." He gently pulls away. You open your eyes and watch as he opens the second bottle and continues to refill your pill case. "And as your husband, I'm always happy to take care of you."

Your small grin slowly breaks into a smile. The weight is still there. You think it always will be. But Zayne has taken some of it off your shoulders for now, carrying the burden of your health just as you would for him if the circumstances were reversed.

You lean up to kiss his cheek. He smiles, not looking away from his work as he finishes up the second bottle. You take the third. The cap pops off and the pills jostle around inside. They fall into the sections with a repetitive sound, a percussion to a silent song as Zayne grabs the fourth bottle.

You can start to hear the melody when he leans down to kiss your cheek.

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ikeupied · 18 days ago

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"Call me if you need anything, okay?"

I nodded for the tenth time. Taesan had been standing at the door for the past fifteen minutes, telling me to take care, to call him or Leehan if anything happened, not to open the door if someone knocked, to close all the windows, and the list went on.

I sighed, already tired of hearing it, and after telling him not to worry for the tenth time, he finally left.

Just as I was about to lock the door, someone knocked. Thinking it was Taesan, I opened the door, irritated.

"What else do you want, Tae?" I rolled my eyes and looked at the person standing there. But it wasn’t my cousin.

It was Riki.

I froze in place, blinking once, twice, three times. Was it really him, or had I already started imagining things?

I stared at him. He looked exhausted, like he hadn't slept in days.

"Sorry for showing up unexpectedly..." He finally broke the silence. His voice was barely above a whisper, almost like he was embarrassed.

I looked at him in shock. Up close, he looked worse than I had imagined. He had dark circles under his eyes, his skin was paler than usual, and there was a weariness about him that wasn’t typical.

"What's wrong, Riki?" I sighed, but my voice was soft.

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if gathering strength, and when he opened them, his gaze met mine.

"I miss you so much, Y/N," he said, almost in a whisper.

My chest tightened at those words.

There was a moment of silence.

Then Riki took a deep breath and continued.

"I know there's no way to turn back time and change how things were. I know a simple apology won't fix everything. But I need you to know how sorry I am.

I regret saying all those things to you. I regret letting myself be influenced by what Gowon told me about you."

I stood there, unable to speak. His eyes searched mine, desperate.

"Why are you telling me this now?" I asked, barely louder than a whisper.

"Because I got tired of lying... lying to myself, convincing myself that I hated you, when I don’t.

It was never like that."

I let out a shaky sigh, feeling my throat tighten.

"You hurt me so much, Riki," I noticed the panic in his eyes as he heard my words and the slight crack in my voice.

"But I miss you too."

His shoulders relaxed, and his face softened.

"You were, and still are, the most important person to me, Y/N.

I need you to know that.

And I'm really sorry for making you think otherwise."

He lowered his gaze, and I noticed him biting his lower lip.

Before I could think, my body acted on its own. I moved closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest.

He hesitated for a second, but quickly gave in to my embrace. His body sank slightly against mine, as if he were allowing himself to feel something he had been holding back for so long.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he murmured again, his voice a whisper, as if afraid his words might shatter something fragile between us. "I failed you, I hurt you. I don’t know how to make up for everything I’ve done, but I want to try."

I stayed there, nestled in his arms, my heart racing in my chest. Even though Riki’s words reached me, I couldn’t shake the feeling of confusion and pain still lingering in my mind. Was this real? Could I trust him again?

"I know..." I whispered in response. "I know, Riki, but..." I couldn’t continue, because the lump in my throat grew bigger.

Riki gently squeezed my arms, as if trying to give me the strength I couldn’t find myself. "You don’t have to forgive me now. I just... want you to know that I’m here, if you’ll let me."

We were in silence for a moment, the weight of his words hanging between us. The air felt thick, but not uncomfortable. We were here, after everything that had happened, and all I could do was hold on to this moment, like it was the only thing that truly mattered.

Finally, I lifted my head, looking him in the eyes, mine reflecting a mix of emotions I didn’t know how to process. "I don’t know if I can forget what you did... but..." I hesitated for a moment, "but I’m willing to try to understand."

He smiled softly, a smile that seemed so relieved, so full of regret and hope at the same time. "That’s all I need, Y/N. I just want a chance to show you that things can be different."

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Everything had changed, but something inside me, something deep, still believed that maybe, just maybe, we could go back to the way we were.

I want to try

SYNOPSIS: Y/n and Riki were inseparable. The kind of friendship everyone envied, the kind that felt unbreakable. But somewhere along the way, something shattered. Now, every word they exchange is a fight, every glance a silent war. Neither of them wants to admit how much it hurts. Neither of them wants to be the first to let go of the anger. But how long can you hate someone who once meant everything to you? Because the line between love and hate has never been thinner.

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forzalando · 10 months ago

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FOUR oscar fics im about to be soo fed🤭🤭 and ahhh omg, okay. back hugs (from list b) + logan🥺🥺

LILLI my beloved💛 i hope you enjoy, i know the hug prompts weren't sleep related but it's almost bedtime and this is what happened hahaha also this was my interpretation of back hugs, i hope i did it justice! logan sargeant + back hugs and everything in between 500 words, mildly suggestive so 18+

“What are you doing awake so late?”

You quickly lifted your head off of your desk and yawned – awake was a bit of a stretch given that Logan’s voice woke you from accidental slumber, but to Logan if you weren’t in bed and snoring, it was considered awake.

“Trying to finish this report,” you mumbled. “They moved the due date up and I want to be able to travel with you this week.”

“Baby, you know I’d love for you to be there but not at the expense of your health,” he lightly scolded. “There are other races.”

“But it’s your home race,” you whined. “What kind of girlfriend am I if I’m not there to support you?”

“A girlfriend that has her own life and responsibilities that don’t revolve around me and I love you for it. Now, come on, let’s go to bed.”

“Five more minutes?” You pleaded with your best puppy dog eyes and lip jutted out in a pout.

“Absolutely not,” Logan laughed, shaking his head. Within seconds, he had slipped his forearms under your armpits and helped you stand up from the chair.

You expected him to let go, but he moved his arms down and snaked them around your waist, squeezing tightly as he guided you towards your shared bedroom.

It didn’t take long for him to start kissing down your neck, breathing you in and sighing like a lovesick fool at the mixed scent of your body wash and shampoo – so uniquely you, you knew it drove him crazy. He started kissing lower, removing one hand from your waist to pull down the back of your shirt so he could kiss between your shoulder blades.

“Logan,” you sighed, rolling your neck to the side. “Are you trying to get me to go to sleep or jump your bones? Because your actions are firmly indicating the latter.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he coughed, leaving one final, lingering kiss to your pulse point. “You just drive me crazy. No sex, only sleep.”

“You’re no fun,” you pouted. “I’ll remember this, Sargeant.”

He squeezed his arms around your waist one last time, nuzzling his forehead into your back. The softness and closeness of him making you even more tired than you had been – there was something about him that always calmed you down, made you feel safe and warm. Crawling into bed, you immediately turned your back to him, grabbing his arms to wrap them around your waist again. It wasn’t often that you wanted that much contact while you fell asleep – Logan was a furnace and you hated sweating in your sleep, but tonight you longed for as much of him as you could get.

“I love you, don’t ever forget it,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I love you, don’t ever forget it.”

Within moments, you felt your eyes become impossibly heavy, the feeling of Logan’s slow breaths against your neck and his strong arms around your waist lulling you to sleep.

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bbyquokka · 8 months ago

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fizzy pop

– yn has a habit of bottling up their emotions, chan comforts them & explains the importance of communicating about feelings/emotions.

pairing | bang chan x gender neutral reader

genre | angst w comfort – 18+ is strongly advised!

cw | established relationship, mental health (low moods, low/no motivation, lose of interest in hobbies/things), pet names.

words | 2k ~ ( 2,042 )

notes | idk why but i've been putting off on posting this for months, maybe bc im nervous 🤔 don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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it's just another day. another day of just being there. another day of feeling like you have no purpose in life except to please others. another day of wondering “what is the purpose of me being here?” you fake smiles, say you're "ok" because saying how you actually feel is exhausting.

aside from it feeling exhausting, you also don't want to draw attention to yourself and when you do speak, you feel stupid for doing so, so you keep it all in, bottle it up until it's too much for you to handle. some days you wonder why you even bother to get out off bed.

is it because of the birds you hear outside? the sun's heat that you want to feel on your skin? could it be the laughter and chitter chatter of others? or maybe you want to hear the rain on the leaves��who knows. all you know is that everyday is the same and it's tiring.

the days merge into one. what day is it even? monday? tuesday? oh wait, it's saturday morning. time doesn't exist anymore. in your mind you see no point in getting up out of bed because again, what's the point?

so why is it that your boyfriend is gently shaking you, asking, no, begging you to get up.

“darlin'. please get up.” chan whispers as he gently shakes you by the shoulders. you sigh deeply, a tired sigh that causes chan to swallow and his suspicions to come to light.

you pull the duvet over your head, body curled in a small and fragile ball. the curtains are still drawn providing darkness despite the morning rays that wish to peak inside.

chan has been up since the crack of dawn. he has showered, made breakfast and managed to get dressed. he gave you some extra time to sleep in because he knows you're not a morning person but when the number nine on his watch turned to twelve and you're still not up and out, does he grow concerned.

he's had his suspicions for a while. he's noticed how defeated you sound. how there is little to no energy in the words you speak. he's tried everything to cheer you up, thinking, hoping you were just having an off day. but that off day turned into an off week which slowly, but surely, turned into an off month.

you lost your passion for being creative, lost the will to make anything which you despise. being creative is one of the many pleasures you have in life, to be able to make something and share your creations with others is exhilarating but when you feel like this, your mood turns bitter and cold towards everything you do which results in you resenting everything you create.

you lost the energy to speak to people. to pick up the phone and just talk. you're not deliberately ignoring nor trying to be difficult but keeping conversations flowing is just too hard right now and when you think they're giving you the same energy back do you feel so guilty.

what have i done to deserve this? why am i forced to feel like this. you find yourself questioning everything late at night. your head loud as soon as it hits the pillow and no amount of music you blast down your ears can silence those thoughts.

everything is so exhausting. everything is the same. you just want to disappear whether that be for a few days or forever, you're not quite sure, but certain people around you wont allow that to happen. they are keeping you afloat, head above water. you desperately and silently wish they never let you go, no matter how hard you fight and push them away.

“baby, please.” chan's words dripped with desperation. his knees on the bed behind you as he kneels causing the mattress to dip. his hands on your shoulders gently as his eyes bore into the duvet, burning holes into it until he is burning holes into you. tears threaten to spill down his soft cheeks as he becomes increasingly worried for you.

“chan..“ you whisper, your words shaking. “please.. leave me alone.”

he swallows. those three last words he hates to hear. now he is left in a difficult position. should he do as you say and leave you? leave you to fester and rot in your own thoughts and feelings. watch you melt into the mattress and become nothing but a lifeless shell. or should he force himself, force you to acknowledge him. show you, tell you that's it's going to be ok–even if you don't believe him in the beginning.

but this is chan and you know more than anyone how stubborn chan can be.

“lets go take a shower yn, together! and maybe we can go out and get lunch at that café you love so much?”

silence.

“or how about we go to that art shop! pick up those water colours you've been eyeing up for months?”

silence.

“ok well, what about some new cloth–”

“chan please!” you snap, causing him to jump. “what part of leave me alone don't you understand?!”

you don't mean to sound harsh and you hope chan doesn't take it to heart. the last thing you want is to hurt the one person you adore so much. luckily, chan knows you don't mean it but it doesn't hurt him any less.

“all of it.” he softly speaks. you feel the weight being lifted up off the mattress and footsteps against the wood flooring before the bedroom door squeaks open at the hinges.

your heart breaks. hot angry tears finally being set free and rolling down the bridge of your nose and cheeks, soaking into the material of your pillow. you sob, curling up into a ball even more as your heart aches in your chest. you grip onto the pillow as you silently cry out for chan, thinking he has completely left you alone.

but you did ask for it so why do you feel so guilty?

the duvet gets pulled back from you, the cold air hitting your hot and sweaty skin. the mattress dips once again as an arm snakes over your midriff. chest being pressed against your back as chan spoons you.

“don't cry, darlin'. i'm here, your channie is here.” his soft words provide you with a sense of comfort and an indescribable feeling of warmth as well as relief. his hand strokes your soft stomach, his lips kissing your neck so tenderly you worry that he isn't really there.

“c-chan…” you sob through your words as a way of confirmation. you can't breathe, the pain of everything that's built up over the past months is making it impossible for you to breathe. your mind fogs over as your chest heaves up and down.

you struggle to take breaths as tears stream down your face. your pillow becomes soaked with your tears. chan strokes your unwashed hair gently, hushing you and singing softly to help ground you.

“sh sh sh. you're ok, you're safe.” he whispers.

“sorry! i'm sorry!” you repeat over and over again in your fits of tears. chan continues to hush you, noticing that it's not working so he gently rolls you over to face him and pulls you into his naked chest.

the warmth and softness of his skin calms you down in an instant. his natural scent hugs your nostrils and sinks into your heart, soothing your heartbeat as well as your mind. you grip onto him, desperately trying to cling onto something before resulting in wrapping your arms around him tightly.

he gives you a bear hug. arms around your shoulders gently, fingers raking and massaging your scalp. his chest wet with tears as he continues to hush you through your episode.

there isn't much he can do when you're crying like this except wait. wait for it to pass–and it does, fifteen minutes later.

“better?” he gently asks. you peer up at him to notice that his own cheeks are wet with a few tears slowly falling.

“you're crying..” you whisper as you reach up and wipe the tears away. chan laughs softly before leaning into your touch. “why?”

“because it pains me to see you like this, my love.” that guilt comes back, settling in your stomach and wrapping itself around your heart, like black fog. you look down, tears falling from your lower lash line.

“sorry..” you mumble.

“hey.” chan unwraps his arms from you to gently lift up your head. “it hurts because i can't do anything about it. it hurts because i love you! seeing you in so much pain is rough darling. and it's not physical pain either, it's not like i can put a band aid on your wound.”

“i'm sorry i'm like this, chan. sorry i'm so difficult and such a disappointment.”

“oi.” his tone of voice turns stern which causes you to look up at him. his brows furrowed together as he reaches and strokes your cheek. “you're not a disappointment or difficult baby. it's ok to feel like this, to have off days and feel like nothing is right, however, you have to come to me when you feel like this! or if you can't come to me, talk to a friend.”

“but i hate talking about my feelings, chan.. i feel like a burden and that it just bores people and when i do confined in people, it feels like i don't get the comfort i expect to get so i'm left thinking if it's worth it and if i just expect too much from people.”

“what have i told you about bottling things up, mhm?”

“that it's just going to keep building and building until i explode.” you mumble to which chan hums and nods too

“imagine you're a bottle of fizzy pop. your body is the bottle, your feelings are the fizzy liquid. what happens when you shake a bottle of fizzy pop?”

“it bubbles and explodes, creating a huge mess.”

“and what happens when you bottle your feelings up?”

“i get shaken up by the smallest of things, which causes me to bubble and explode..”

“mhm. you have to remember, my darling, that how you feel is valid. your feelings are valid. you might seem like it's something so small or stupid, but that something small could build and build and build.”

“so i should come to you whenever i feel negative?”

“yes.”

“even if i'm frustrated at a piece of work? even if i can't get a recipe right and it annoys me?”

“yes.”

“but that is so small and not as important..”

“yn, if it's bothering you then it's big. if it's bothering you, it's important to me. if you feel angry, upset, energy less, i beg that you come to me or to a friend! it's important that we voice these things, let it be known because you'll feel better.” he tucks your hair behind your ear gently before you nuzzle into his chest, thinking about what he's saying.

he is correct. he always is and that's the thing that sometimes bothers you, but in a good way! it just means that you can't hide anything from chan, whether it's good or bad and when you are feeling down, chan is always there to pick you back up and dust you off, providing you with love and comfort.

“shall we go shower together to start the day?”

“isnt it a bit late for that? besides, hasn't your day already started?” you mumble against his chest.

“it's never too late to start the day and besides, i don't mind ‘restarting’ my day if it means i get to do it with you.” he kisses the top of your head gently, stroking your back as you tangle your legs with his.

“soon.”

“soon?” he questions.

“i just want to spend some more minutes with you..”

“we can spend as many minutes together as you like, my darling. as long as you're happy and content.”

“i'm always happy and content with you, chan. you're my safe space.”

“and i hope i continue to be and provide you with that safe space, yn.”

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silverynight · 2 months ago

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Oblivious heart

Izuku is too focused on checking his email to see the crystal door on time; he realizes he's going to collide a little bit too late. It's not that bad, it won't kill him or injure him, but it'll probably hurt a little bit.

However, his face doesn't bump into it; Katsuki takes him by the waist and moves him out of the way like he weighs nothing while pushing the door open effortlessly.

"Thank you, Kacchan!" Izuku beams immediately; he forgets how strong Katsuki has gotten in the past few years.

"Be more careful, nerd," the pro hero grumbles, narrowing his eyes at him with more concern than irritation. "Besides, it's the weekend. I fucking know you're checking your email, you should be not thinking about work."

The young teacher blushes, basically confirming what Katsuki just said.

"Some of my students already sent their homework."

"You can check it on Monday."

Izuku puts his phone back in his pocket, mostly to appease the pro hero. Katsuki smirks triumphantly before putting an arm around his shoulders. The teacher is aware that people are watching them.

They decide to have breakfast in a cafeteria and talk about their respective jobs a bit. Sometimes, a couple of people approach them to ask them both for an autograph. It's been a while since the war, and Izuku knows young people know more Katsuki than they know him, so sometimes he thinks they ask him for his autograph not to make him feel bad. Or maybe because if they don't ask for his, pro hero Dynamight gets all grumpy and refuses to talk to them.

But sometimes, Katsuki also gets irritated when people approach him and talk too much to him, especially if they're the same age as he is or a bit older.

It confuses Izuku sometimes.

"You're amazing!" The young man says after a while; listing all the things he likes about Izuku the most, his courage, his determination and his selflessness until he makes the teacher blush to the tip of his ears. "Can I get you something? A coffee? Something to eat? Maybe we can go somewhere else–"

Katsuki, who just got back with their food, places Izuku's latte and the croissant in front of him, as well as his own breakfast on the table. He sits quite aggressively next to the teacher and puts an arm around his shoulders.

"Who the fuck are you?" He hisses, clearly irritated at the fan still standing next to their table.

"Kacchan, be nice!"

"Pro hero Dynamight!" The young man pales, looking from one to another, deflating immediately. "I didn't know you were hero Deku's–"

"I am. Fuck off."

Izuku scolds him then and tries to apologize, but the man is gone in the blink of an eye.

Katsuki pulls him even closer and looks around at the people watching, like he's daring them to approach their table. None of them do, obviously.

"This is why you're constantly dropping ranks. Kacchan, you have to work on your charisma a bit if you want to be number one!"

"I don't care."

That also confuses Izuku; Katsuki used to be so competitive when they were in high-school.

"Stop pouting because of me. I'll be fine, nerd."

Katsuki urges him to drink his latte before it gets cold, and that's the end of it.

***

Things change considerably after Katsuki gives him the hero suit. Izuku can't quite believe that he planned it from the moment they graduated from school. His friends helped too, and he's very thankful for it, but he knows Katsuki was the one in charge of the project.

Now that Izuku has been working as a pro hero for a year now, Katsuki seems more eager to become the number one.

It's fun to have someone always at his side, challenging and competing with him.

They're a hero duo now, just like they always wanted to be.

Even though they're together most of the time, Izuku is surprised Katsuki doesn't seem to get tired of him. Whenever they have free time, the other pro hero makes sure to hang out with him.

It's good that they both have their respective apartments though, no matter how much he misses Katsuki when he's not there because Izuku doesn't want to risk it.

Part of him thinks Katsuki will eventually get tired of him.

However, Katsuki doesn't think the same, for the past weeks, he's been trying to convince Izuku that it'd be more convenient for them both if they move in together.

They have just finished their patrol when Katsuki brings the topic up again. He does it after Izuku softly declines his invitation to dinner because he's honestly too exhausted to move. He just wants to lie down on his bed or maybe even the couch for a while.

"You should move in with me."

It's always tempting; Izuku likes his best friend, more than he should actually, but that's one of the reasons he refuses. Besides, Katsuki's apartment is amazing; the pro hero worked hard for it, especially because it has a great view of All Might's statue.

Fortunately, a reporter interrupts their conversation to make them a few questions. Katsuki grimaces at the sight of her, while Izuku makes an effort to focus on what she's saying, even though he's clearly exhausted.

When Izuku thinks she's done, a couple of other reporters approach them. He doesn't think he has the energy to answer their questions. But he can try.

At some point, Katsuki gets so irritated that he stops answering the questions directed at him and places himself in between Izuku and the reporters.

"Enough. Can't you see he's exhausted? Have some fucking consideration!"

Before Izuku can apologize on his behalf, Katsuki takes him in his arms and carries him away. The pro hero with green hair is so tired indeed he doesn't even tell him to put him back on his feet.

He had no idea his eyes were closed until he opens them again and finds himself in the passenger seat in Katsuki's expensive car.

"Are you hungry? I can make you katsudon if you want."

Izuku hesitates, he loves Katsuki's cooking, but at the same time, the thought of having to go back to his own apartment after dinner is so tiring already.

"You can stay with me tonight."

Part of him thinks he shouldn't; it'll probably make it more difficult to decline Katsuki's offer to move in together, but at the same time he really wants to have a sleepover with his best friend.

"Sure, Kacchan."

Katsuki looks way too happy about it. It's kinda endearing.

***

Only a month later, Katsuki manages to persuade Izuku into moving in with him. His apartment is huge so it's more than enough for two people.

They argue and fight as usual, but they manage to fix it every single time, and despite Izuku's fear, they don't seem to get tired of one another.

But of course, that's when the rumors get even stronger; their fans already talked about them being more than friends (which is not true) but now they seem convinced Katsuki and Izuku are in a relationship.

They claim that, since they both make enough money, there's no need for any of them to be roommates and just moved together because they're taking the next step into their relationship.

It doesn't help that every time Katsuki gets asked about that, he refuses to say a word or changes the topic like he's hiding something.

Izuku does deny it, but for some reason his answers are not that convincing for anyone.

"Just one last question, please!" The female reporter begs, looking very tempted to grab Izuku's arm to prevent him from leaving. "Are you dating pro hero Dynamight?"

Maybe it's the fact that Izuku always blushes when he gets asked that particular question or the fact that Katsuki approaches him whenever he hears his hero name and sometimes places his arm around his shoulders or waist.

"N-No! We're just friends!" Izuku stammers, hearing Katsuki's chuckle next to him as he pulls him even closer.

"Sure," the reporter mumbles, looking at them both with disbelief. "Thank you for your time, Deku-san!"

She's finally gone, but Izuku is sure there'll be lots of posts with the interview and screenshots of Katsuki with his arm around his waist to "prove" the exact opposite of what Izuku just told the reporter.

Even their friends have grown really curious about their relationship.

It doesn't help that whenever they finally have the time to hang out with some of them, Katsuki is always touching Izuku somehow. Izuku has convinced himself it's because his friend is more physically affectionate now, at least around him.

But he can tell Uraraka is getting tired of the both of them.

"I know you," she says the moment Kirishima and Kaminari manage to drag Katsuki away from them. "You cannot be purposely cruel, so the only reason you haven't finally kissed that poor man and ended his misery must be because you don't know he's in love with you. But honestly, that says a lot about you, Midoriya. I thought you were smart."

"Uraraka!" Izuku immediately blushes to the tip of his ears; he's not sure what got him so flustered, his friend saying that Katsuki loves him or the image of them kissing on the lips.

It's probably both.

"Don't 'Uraraka' me!" She rolls her eyes, clearly getting irritated. "I haven't seen anyone so devoted as him in my entire life! I thought you were going to realize it after finding out about the hero suit!"

"I know that he was in charge of it, but you also–"

"He dedicated eight years of his life to make it happen," she cuts him off. "Maybe he has never told you this, but he worked his ass off and made sure everything was perfect for you to have your dream back."

Having her saying it like that gets Izuku emotional again, and he immediately starts tearing up. Uraraka sighs but pulls him into a hug.

"I'm sorry he had to–"

"My point is not trying to make you feel guilty," Uraraka interrupts him again. "I just want you to realize how much he loves you because even though you two are clearly more happy now, I can tell you both want more."

"But what if... it's just too good to be true," Izuku finally blurts out. "I don't want to ruin our friendship."

"You won't, trust me."

"Izuku, are you crying?"

Katsuki's voice startles him, especially because he's suddenly next to him. Uraraka lets Izuku go as the other pro hero kneels in front of him and takes his hands in his.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Izuku can see the concern in those red eyes and the devotion, the clear adoration that he can't hide anymore.

"I'm fine, Kacchan," he mumbles, tearing up again, prompting the blond pro hero to start wiping the tears off with his thumbs.

"Did he drink too much?" He asks Uraraka then.

"He's just emotional."

"I'm alright, Kacchan!" He assures him, grabbing him by the sleeve to get his attention back. "Let's go home."

Katsuki nods immediately; there's no hesitation in his eyes, and after thinking about the last few years, it occurs to Izuku that he could ask anything and the other pro hero would give it to him. But that particular thought makes him blush to the tip of his ears and tries to shake it off immediately.

Even though Izuku assures him he's alright, Katsuki takes him in his arms and carries him out.

"You'll thank me later, Bakugo!" Uraraka says out loud, prompting Katsuki to narrow his eyes in confusion and Izuku to blush even more.

"What the fuck is she talking about?"

"I-I don't know!"

***

It's only after they're back in the apartment and Izuku has a cup of tea in his hands (that Katsuki made for him) that he decides to finally have a serious conversation with him.

Or at least say how he feels and hope for the best.

"Kacchan."

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Katsuki drops his own cup of coffee, and although he manages to catch it before it hits the ground, the liquid inside falls all over his shirt. It's a good thing it wasn't that hot anymore.

Although he doesn't seem to give a fuck about any of those things.

"Kacchan, are you–"

"What did you just say?" Katsuki rushes to his side, cradling Izuku's face in his hands softly.

To prevent another accident, Izuku leaves his tea on the small table in front of the couch.

"Uhh..."

"Can you say it again, please?"

He can tell Katsuki is desperate to hear it again and Izuku is not going to deny him something like that at this point.

"I love you, Kacchan."

Cheeks turning slightly pink, the blond pro hero smiles almost in disbelief.

"Am I dreaming again?"

Izuku would like to know how many times Katsuki has dreamed about something like this, but maybe that's a conversation for another day.

Instead of answering, Izuku gives him a quick kiss on the lips.

Katsuki's hands move; he uses one of them to grab his waist and the other slides to the back of Izuku's neck. He uses both of them to pull him closer before kissing him.

But Katsuki's kiss is not quick or light; he kisses Izuku like he's been waiting for that moment for years, and Izuku kisses back with as much enthusiasm.

They both end up lying on the couch, wrapped around each other, pulling apart to breathe for a second before pressing their lips together again.

"I love you so much, you oblivious nerd," Katsuki whispers, voice turning deep as he starts kissing Izuku's neck and chin.

"I know. I know now, Kacchan."

"It took you a fucking long time, Izuku."

Izuku chuckles before kissing his boyfriend on the lips, making a mental note to tell Katsuki it was actually Uraraka the one who made him realize it.

They'll have to thank her later.

***

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My Eternity

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 2.098

warnings: cutie channie explaining his relationship & like one curse word?

genre: fluff

a/n: when i tell you i've never had a boyfriend would you believe me? lmaoo i blame the 4am thoughts for this one. took me 4 hours to write this with like 7 mental breakdowns through? i was listening to WOW and i reeeaally wanted to add Jisung's; jeogiyo noona hokshi namjachingu isseoyo? but rlly didn't know how lmao + i'm addicted to this small lettertype so imma use it from now on ;) okay now i'll let you go read. enjoooooy ♡

i’ve known you ever since the day when we were kids.

- we’ve been neighbours since childhood. you moved to my hometown, went to my class and blended in. everyone liked you, how could i not?

the happiest moment to ever exist.

- i was always happy when you sat beside me and my friends, not wanting to make friends with the others in high school.

check my bucket list, oh, you were on the list.

- before i met you, i didn’t have a bucket list. you just kind of became my best friend and we made a bucket list together. i never showed you mine, cause you were on the list.

i’m living the dream, somebody heard my wish.

- it has always been my dream to have someone like you by my side, so understanding, so beautiful with such an amazing soul. my wish has been heard and i’ve been the happiest ever since.

call out your name.

- my Y/nnie, princess, little one, baby girl, sweetheart, darling, love, honey, baby, jagiya, sweetie, future wifey, koala bear, cuddle bug and many more sweet names. i can give you a million nicknames.

you do the same.

- Channie, future husband, baby, jagiya, sweetheart, cutie, sweetie, boyfriend, darling, baby boy, prince, hottie, kangaroo, Chris, Christopher, Bahng. you never run out of nicknames for me and they always make me blush, laugh and flutter.

hug you all day.

- you love hugging me and so do i. it’s the best part of when i come home after a tiring day of practice and engulf you in a big hug like it’s the last time i’ll ever hug you.

i hope this’ll never end for eternity.

- i love you like the person you are, how your nose and brows scrunch together when you can’t open something and always ask me, or how you silently hug me from behind or the side when i’m busy producing songs. i don’t ever want to leave your side.

— ❀ —

i just want all time to stop.

- time has always been an issue. whether it’s morning or evening. i won’t ever get tired of you. the way you whine in the mornings for five more minutes, or evenings when you cling to me like my little koala bear.

— ❀ —

i’m never letting go.

- i am never letting go of you. you’re stuck with me jagiya. now until eternity.

let’s go on a little walk, see the world outside.

- i always have to drag you outside, or else you want to stay inside most of the times we're together. it's cute.

don't wanna let you go.

- never ever will i leave you. my eyes always find you in a crowd, at concerts or fan-meetings. one small smile and i feel like i can achieve anything in this big, scary world.

the way that you give me your hands, i'll fly.

- the first time you gave me your hand, was when your date dumped you at prom. you were so sad and i wanted to punch the bastard right then and there. even though i wanted to be the one who took you to prom in the first place.

at times when i feel down or empty.

- the times when i'm stressed with work, or when i have writers-block, you're always there to distract me. even without me saying anything, makes me love you even more.

you're always beside me.

- you're always there to catch me at my lowest moment. when i feel like a bad leader, or when i feel like i'm not enough for you, the boys or my siblings back in australia. you're just there doing something random with Jisung or Hyunjin and it brings the hugest smile to my face, making me forget all my worries.

promise that i'll love you plenty.

- i promise that i'll always love you. even when i don't show it or say it enough, my heart only beats for you. the way you joke around with Changbin, Felix and I.N. or play savage with Lee Know or Seungmin. it just fills my heart even more than i thought it could.

i hope this'll never end for eternity.

- i'm sure i tell you this lots but the way you always fiddle with the strings of your (my) hoodie or the way you put your hands in your or my holes in our jeans when you're anxious. it's adorable.

— ❀ —

when i look at you i know that you're the only one.

- i have never been in serious relationships but this one with you is something else. i want you to know that i want you as my first and last for everything.

the only one yeah.

- you're the only one that can make me do things i usually hate and the only one that can calm me down in your own magical way.

nothing in the world could beat our little special bond.

- nothing in the world can try and break our bond. with each other we can be crazy in our own way and none of us would judge each other for that.

'cause we are one.

- we are one. you complete me just as i complete you. you know everything of me like i know everything about you.

run around and make a mess, we don't even have to rest.

- the boys are always loud and a mess so i guess i need you to help me clean after them. being a dad of 7 is a tiring job. luckily i have you and together we can do anything.

every moment is a precious memory.

- every moment together or with the boys are precious. like dancing with danceracha until the early mornings, rapping sessions with 3racha in the studio or just joking around with vocalracha when they have nothing to do.

the way you wake me up in bed, yeah, i hope this never ends.

- you always lave little kisses around my face or just stare at me, staying in my embrace. it's mainly me waking you up cause you love your sleep and always ask for 5 more minutes to lazy around in bed.

i'm lucky that you're my best friend so.

- my best friend, my lover, my soulmate, significant other, my future wife, my girlfriend, my everything. there aren't enough words to describe my love for you. guess we should thank your parents for moving right next to us when you were 10.

— ❀ —

i just want all time to stop.

- those last 16 years went by so fast, it's crazy how fast time flies. i'll never forget our first encounter at school. you bumping into me and then scolding me for accidentally dropping my juice box on your blouse. i felt bad and handed you my shirt. and had a huge smile each time i saw you wearing my shirt that day around school.

— ❀ —

i'm never letting go.

- the time i confessed, and you didn't reply, i thought you'd hate me. instead you grabbed my face and gave me a long and passionate kiss. you were barely 17. i was 20. yet it was the best decision i had made that day.

let's go on a little walk, see the world outside.

- our first date was a walk around the beach. your hand was safely in mine as it was a little over 12 am. our phones full of missed calls from our parents as we enjoyed each other's company.

don't wanna let you go.

- when we told our parents about our relationship, they were over the moon. they never expected us to end up together and your father gave me a firm handshake and told me to speak to him later. never had i feared for my life more than the glare he gave me.

the way that you'll give me your hands, i'll fly.

- the way your hands fit perfectly in mine. it's a sign huh? you're my soulmate now and forever. or how you moved to seoul for me because you couldn't stand the long distance, not realising it would be lonely for you. but then again, i forgot what a social butterfly you are and became friends with half the Kpop industry as you were a dance teacher yourself, teaching dances to little kids who were passionate about dancing.

at times when i feel down or empty.

- there's always times when i feel down or empty. like how i worry about if Berry might forget me after not seeing me for a long time and you reassuring me that she won't. because that's who you are, always reassuring me and the others if one of us is feeling stressed.

you're always beside me.

- you've always been beside me. when i was a trainee, when i debuted, when i wasn't sure about my career and all the other choices i made in these last 16 years. you could read me like an open book and knew all my struggles back then and now.

promise that i'll love you plenty.

- the boys are always complaining how mushy i get when they mention you. they've also mentioned a million times when i'll propose to you, not knowing i've started planning way ahead and am planning to ask you very soon.

i hope this'll never end for eternity.

- you always bring me and the boys lunch on your free days or in the weekend. knowing that we all love your cooked foods. and then like to hang around and even dance together with us to choreo's that Lee Know teaches us. or how you even made some changes to the dances cause you thought they could use another movement.

— ❀ —

ah-ooh (eternity)

- you'll always be my eternity.

ah-ooh

— ❀ —

you make me call out your name.

- a little after 5 pm you arrive home. immediately jumping into my arms as you dump your shoes, coat and bag somewhere in the hallway. ''i missed you jagiya.'' i smile in your neck as you hum in response, telling me you missed me too.

you do the same.

- the way you always call my name when i come back home late. telling you not to wait up, yet every time you still do, attacking me in a tight hug and whine cutely telling me to take a quick shower before we head to bed.

hug you all day.

- the door opens and a few seconds later you're in the hallway with two heavy bags of groceries that you picked up on your way home. while you're cooking, i hug you from behind and we stay in each other's presence as you cook a delicious home made dish.

i hope this'll never end.

- even after a long, tiring day at work, you never fail to amaze me with the amazing dishes you learn from the internet, my mother or yours. the praises i give you aren't enough, so i'll feed you too.

— ❀ —

i'm never letting go.

- you've teased me a lot about going to my 'side-hoes' even though i've never had eyes for someone other than you. of course in those 6 years that we've been together we've had multiple fights. but we always went and apologised even if the fight wasn't that serious. we also have an unspoken rule to never go to bed upset and always communicate things with each other before accusing without proof.

let's go on a little walk, see the world outside.

- i'm planning on asking you on the beach. the exact same one where we had our first date years ago. i've got the perfect plan in mind to get you there and the best way to ask you. i can't wait to see your reaction to this song i wrote for you and the reaction you'll have when i go down on one knee and ask you to be mine for eternity.

don't wanna let you go.

- today, i asked your parents your hand in marriage. they were thrilled to see their little girl getting married to her first boyfriend from 16 years ago. 6 years ago your father glared at me for being the boyfriend of his daughter. today, he gave me a hug and told me he trusted me as your husband.

the way that you'll give me your hands, i'll fly.

- you're never getting rid of me, jagiya. i'll always love and cherish you for who you are. and so will the boys. they were so happy when i told them i'm finally proposing and wanted to be part of the plan too.

eternity.

- you're sleeping in my arms right now, not realising that the ring i'm planning to slip on your finger soon, is safely in it's box in my right hand, while my left arm is tightly wrapped around your fragile body, holding you close to me, your head on my chest right where my heart is beating just for you.

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