#id rather be fIGHTING 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[lemon-wedges]

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[fatuismooches]

Hiii ive been wondering how it would turns out if dottore and the reader eventually disagrees on something and had a fight instead 😭 dottore would literally stands firm to his point and wouldnt let the reader win

Haha yes you're right, the Doctor is quite stubborn. Tighnari says that he's quite arrogant and extremely confident in himself and his abilities. Which is completely true lol. Though you're the only one he really has arguments with (besides Pantalone maybe) since everyone else is way too scared to even look in his direction. And even if they did he'd shut them down really quickly. But since you're the only person he views as an equal to him, Dottore would be more open to listening to your opinion. Even still it's very hard to change his mind or make him see a flaw in his logic. Though you have helped him learn about the phenomenon known as "love", sometimes it still doesn't register in his mind that being a lover comes with "obvious" responsibilities like the need to compromise and listen every now and then. He doesn't understand why you're upset, he's the one being rational here no? He can't see any holes in his reasoning. Depending on how upset or irritated you are it'll probably slip his mind or leave him confused for the rest of the day. Especially if you give him the silent treatment. He really hates that. And he might even get mad at you for being "petty." (As if he's not the one being unreasonable 💀)

A lot of times it ends up with his child clone being huffy and annoyed at him. The child clone has the most freedom of expression/emotions out of all of them. The kid segment would actually understand that your feelings were hurt and that Dottore needs to do something otherwise you're "leaving him forever." Even Pantalone gets wind of the situation and started lecturing about "fair exchange" to him *cough how you always do/have done a bunch for things for him so it's only right he does the same cough* Though Dottore's way of showing love is unconventional he really does care for you in his own crazy way so he really doesn't want you to be mad all the time.

I can't see Dottore giving you a downright apology, but when he comes around (which may take a while) you can tell he's actually given some more thought to the argument and does feel a bit bad for neglecting to see your perspective. Perspective is quite important to him in general and your one is definitely at the top of the list. He might not have necessarily been won over to your side, but he has understood you a bit better. Bear with him, it's a learning process.

[gendersoap]

i booted up blasters wds after a couple years of not touching it because i was stupid and thought that level grinding was too hard (my stupid brain thought patrol gave more oni orbs than big boss or story missions) so I’d stopped right after the mass mutterer fight😭 i swear I’ll beat it this year and if i don’t I’ll. eat elmers glue or something

[goji-pilled]

nightreign hype is real just please please PLEASE do not make me fight consort radahn again i can NOT deal with that light grenade again

[conditioned-to-be-a-friend]

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[amedouce]

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[beloveds-embrace]

Noona please I beg of you, I need more men grovelling and regretting their actions; please give us more of the angsty version of the dukedom au it’s so good, it’s so cathartic please. What happens when the boys realize they fucked up? Who wants to fight Konig upon realizing reader is definitely getting her back blown out by him? Imagine if reader ended up having his baby, or placing divorce papers on Price’s desk, god the ANGST of it all

Here’s my dog as a banana as payment

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THE DOG PICCC TELL YOUR DOG I SAID THEY ARE GOODEST BOY/GIRL EVERRRR ID DIE FOR THEMMM

also thank you to everyone for all the suggestions! I couldn’t add all of them so I’m super sorry for that 😭 and also a thank you to @darkangel4121 for your replies!!

The shift in the household’s demeanor comes slowly, as if the wind has changed direction. At first, it’s little things- a hesitant glance from John, a lingering pause before he leaves a room. Kyle- as you've come to finally learn his first name despite not asking- places your breakfast tray before you with newfound care and no disdainful silence, and Johnny’s meals are cooked to perfection, also a new name you've just so recently been told of. Even Duke Riley himself begins to nod in your direction when he visits, acknowledging your presence in ways he never did before.

But it all feels hollow.

These gestures, once craved, now barely touch you. You are polite, civil, offering faint smiles that do not reach your eyes, acknowledging the changes without truly engaging. Your heart no longer waits at the threshold of their approval; it has found its sanctuary elsewhere, firmly cradled in the hands of a man who has always seen you. Your knight. Your shadow. König.

You walk through the estate, thinking of John’s efforts with a detached air. He invites you to dinners now rather than leave you alone for entire days and nights, his voice gentler, eyes searching for cracks in the walls he helped build. He asks about your day, and you respond with the measured politeness your parents taught you. The warmth he offers now is too late, a sun long set. The flicker of hope in his eyes fades each time you excuse yourself early, your presence like a ghost haunting rooms that no longer feel like home.

König waits for you just beyond the hallways, his presence like a balm to a wound. He falls in step beside you without a word, the weight of his loyalty comforting in a way no amount of decorum could be. He is everything you need- unwavering, fiercely protective, and yours.

In the gardens, beneath a gnarled oak tree, you find moments of peace with him that you could never find within the walls of the estate. You sit together in companionable silence, your shawl and his cape wrapped tightly around you against the evening chill. When you lean against him, pressing your forehead to the cool metal of his armor, you feel his breath hitch. His hand comes to rest at your back, gentle despite the strength he wields.

“I missed you today,” you whisper, your fingers tracing idle patterns over the fabric of his sleeve. It is an admission you would have once swallowed down, but with König, you have no need to hide.

His grip tightens briefly. “I am always here, mylady,” he replies, his voice soft only for you. “You need only call for me.”

“I know.” You close your eyes, listening to the steady thrum of his heart. It beats for you, and that knowledge fills the spaces that loneliness once carved. “You are all I need.”

He shifts then, kneeling before you as he often does, his hands enveloping yours. His gaze is intense, pale eyes searching your face for signs of hesitation, but there are none. “I would give you the world if I could, mylady,” he says, voice low. “But all I have is myself.”

“You are enough,” you say simply, and you mean it. “More than enough. All I could ever want.”

König bows his head, a soft exhale escaping him. “Then I will stay by your side, always.”

The men of the estate still try, fumbling in their newfound efforts to mend what they broke.

John brings you flowers, freshly cut and arranged with care, so you can decorate your drawing room where you occasionally play the harp. You accept them with a polite nod, but they are forgotten in moments, and you go back to asking Konig his opinion on the melody you are playing. Kyle offers to escort you on walks, but you refuse, choosing instead the quiet solace of the garden paths shared with König. Simon’s attempts at conversation are met with cool civility, and Johnny's food largely goes untouched. You allow none of them closer than courtesy demands.

And the gifts received from John and Duke Simon are left untouched. They aren’t much of your style anyways.

But with König, you are different. Soft. Open. You share your thoughts, your fears, the dreams you had long given up on. He listens, always.

One evening, in the safe privacy of your rooms, he rests his head in your lap, a rare moment of vulnerability. You cradle his masked face, tracing the edges of the fabric. You are unafraid of being interrupted; your new maids were quiet and nervous, likely not wanting to be dismissed after the last batch were. You still have no idea how Konig managed to do it, but he spoke to John personally and had them all removed; despite that, you don’t care for their dubious help.

You had made sure to show Konig your appreciation quite thoroughly. Even days later, you swore you could feel how big his hands on your thighs were, keeping you nice and open for his tongue. He'd kept you in that position even when a knock had sounded and someone had entered, but the knowledge of what was going on only sent a sharp thrill of excitement through you.

Still, pettily, you hoped it'd been John who had seen you in the throes of pleasure.

Not right now, Duchess. Not right now.

“Are you tired, my love?” you ask gently, the term of endearment slipping out so naturally it catches even you by surprise, earlier thoughts pushed aside. Still, you have no desire to take it back.

He stills, breath caught. “Say it again. Please.”

“My love.” You smile, leaning closer to press your forehead against his. “You are my love.”

His hands tighten around yours, trembling. “I have always been yours.”

And you believe him. In the warmth of his embrace, you find what the others could now never give- a place where you are cherished, where you are enough. The rest of the estate watches you drift further away, their regret too heavy to shift the chasm that now lies between you. You are beyond their reach, ensconced in a love that was never born out of duty but out of genuine care.

In one of those quiet moments beneath the moonlit sky, after a tiring day of going between appointments and lawyers, you ask him, “Will you take me far from here one day, König? Somewhere far away, where I am free?”

“When you are ready, Liebling,” he promises without hesitation, pale eyes earnest. “I will take you wherever you wish to go.”

The world around you may continue its attempts to pull you back in, but it is too late. Your heart belongs only to the man who has always been your refuge, your shadow, your light. And with him, you finally feel free. König, König, König- and no one else.

dukedom au masterlist

[cheftsunoda]

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:)

tag list : @klauslovemepls , @omgsuperstarg , @msliz , @samanthaofanarchy , @mayax2o07 , @goldenstrawberryx , @hannahmotors10 , @alireads27, @1800-love-me , @htpssgavi , @cmgmikealson , @babygirl-4986 , @star73807-blog, @glow-ish , @just-tingz-virgo, @majapapaya4, @lina505

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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 posted!

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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.

—

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.

—

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.

—

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.

—

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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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

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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 ❀ armando aretas x fem!reader

summary: no one ever said love was easy. good thing you weren’t planning on leaving anytime soon even through rough patches.

word count: 2.9k

warning(s): angst!, fighting (verbally not physically), smut (mdni), oral (fem receiving), fab!reader, readers height being mentioned (she’s 5’2), reader has armando wrapped around her damn finger, ummmm probably abandonment but like for only two days 😭, soft!armando, mention of rafe x reader, not 100% proofread

a/n: okay woooo this is the first imagine i’ve written in a minute (if you remember my hockey days ily) i hope this is good and can meet to yalls standards! i had fun writing this and ik it took me like over a week but i really didn’t know what i wanted to do with the plot lol. anyways please send me any feedback and if there’s any spelling mistakes or anything feel free to lmk! this was also my first time ever writing in depth smut so i hope it’s somewhat good 💃🏻 also reblogs are highly encouraged! they help me out sm!

oh! i almost forgot too, i didn’t mention it in here bc it’s not that important to me but i thought id share anyways! i see the reader knowing the AMMO team but she has a different job (id say in hospitality or something with medical knowledge) it doesn’t really matter tho since it’s what i envisioned but i just wanted yall to see where my head is at! okay im going now bye! and enjoy 💋

“we were crazy to think, crazy to think that this could work. remember how i said i’d die for you?”

The weather in Miami the past week has been bipolar. For it being the middle of September, it was chilly. Something felt off, almost like Mother Nature was reaching out. The rain had just finished pouring, and Armando wasn’t due to be home until another hour. So, when the younger girl heard the lock to the front door turn, she was surprised. He wasn’t one to leave early if anything, he loved working overtime. He always gave the excuse of 'wanting to be the main provider'. When he walks in, he sets his jacket on the coat hanger and doesn’t say a word. Weird.

“Hey you’re home early, what happened?” She stays calm. Something seems off with the 5’10 man and she doesn’t want to upset him even more.

He sets the keys on the dining table rather than the coffee table in the middle of the living room. He scurries off to their shared bedroom. She sighs and takes it as a hint to get off the couch and follow after him. Her mind runs wild on what could possibly be bothering him. Did Marcus find some way to piss him off? Did a raid go wrong? Did she do something wrong? There were so many possibilities of what could’ve gone wrong.

She walks into the bedroom cautiously and makes a B-line to the restroom. Armando had a routine when he came home from work. Put the keys in the bowl on the coffee table, find his girl, give her a kiss and hug, talk about both of their days and finally, hop in the shower. A sense of stability in his life made him feel somewhat relaxed and gave him a reason to never leave. He almost felt normal. Normal was a funny word considering he used to be in the cartel.

She knew the domesticated part of their relationship scared him and it did the same to her. Most nights she’d stay up thinking about if he was going to get up and leave one day. It wasn’t good for her and she knew it too.

She leans against the door frame and watches him get into the shower. He doesn’t seem to notice, he’s in his head and it’s bothering him. Armando didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve but she knew him well enough to know when he was in his head. Being in a romantic relationship with someone with an avoidant attachment style wasn’t easy but she needed to be patient. Some days were harder than others though, and she felt it in her bones that today was going to be a bad day.

She mentally prepares herself by taking a deep breath. She starts by saying, “Armando you’ve got to talk to me.” She uses his full name, no pet names, wanting him to know she’s being serious.

“We will when I get out.” He raises his voice, not enough for it to be considered yelling but just enough to get the point across that he isn’t in the mood.

She doesn’t respond, he needs time to gather his thoughts. She exits the bathroom and makes her way back to the living room. She picks up a book before finally making contact with the soft fabric of the couch. She needs something to distract herself with. About 15 minutes later, Armando walks into the room. She lets him soak in the silence, maybe he’ll get the memo to finally speak up without her having to tell him. To the contrary, he doesn’t.

Taking a deep breath she starts with, “I’m not in the mood to play a guessing game,” She pauses to look him in the eyes, “So please just talk to me and tell me what’s wrong.”

He keeps his eyes locked on her. He knows she’s irritated and wants to get this over with.

“And if I don’t want to talk?”

She scoffs, “You do realize we have to talk about it sooner or later, right? I don’t feel like doing this Armando, so please just tell me what’s wrong so I can help.”

“What if we don’t have to do this?”

Bamboozled, she questions him, “the fuck you mean by ‘what if we don’t have to do this’ ?”

“I don’t want to do this anymore Y/N.”

His confession makes the poor girl's heart fall to her stomach. She can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. Their relationship was a tricky one, just like any other. She’s seen her parents go through rough patches before for fucks sake, there’s no way he’s leaving without an explanation. Patience is running real slow between the two and the tension in the room feels foggy.

“Remember when I told you I loved you for the first time? Remember when I told you I’d take a fucking bullet for you? Hmm?”

Armando doesn’t respond. Typical. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the young couple to fight, shit happens. But Armando’s cold demeanor is what was out of place.

She was his safe place and he knew it. She made it very clear when they started seeing each other that he couldn’t run away. Not from his feelings and most certainly not her. So for him to put up those walls that they desperately worked hard to keep down, was upsetting. To say the least.

With the tensions high between the pair, the girl took a much-awaited deep breath and spoke.

“My love for you is unconditional. I hope you remember that.”

Armando looks away and walks out the front door.

“they all warned us about times like this, they say the road gets hard and you get lost when you’re led by blind faith. blind faith.”

The mirrors in the bathroom are fogged up due to the boiling-hot water coming out of the shower head. It had been two days since Armando stormed out of the apartment and Y/N was fed up, to say the least.

Armando’s behavior has never gotten that bad. With the way Isabel raised him, it was expected to be rough but he had been doing good, for her. Everything he did, he reminded himself that it was for the both of them. He loved her just as much as she loved him. She fell first but he fell harder.

Armando never thought he would fall in love, but he did. In the middle of a stakeout, he spotted the girl walking out of a cafè. He remembers the dress she wore, it was white, and long, with yellow flowers. It screamed innocence and he loved it.

A week later he found himself following her around. He wasn’t due to go back to Mexico City for another week and he already finished the job so why not kill some time?

Two days before his departure from Miami he found himself in her apartment with his head between her thighs. He never wanted to leave but he couldn’t let anyone find out about you two. The good thing is, Armando was an excellent liar and no one ever discovered his dirty little secret.

Once she gets out of the shower, she waits no time to yell out her lover's name.

“Armando?” She pauses and there’s no answer.

Her heart breaks just a little more. With the ache in her chest, she decides to call the one person who might know where Armando is, Mike.

Mike was someone Y/N found comfort in, especially when it came to Armando. She knew their relationship was tricky, but he cared about his son and so did she.

Mike picks up at the 5th ring. He knew she only called when it was an emergency.

“Talk to me. What happened?” Mike doesn’t need to ask how she’s doing, if anything he’ll do it after but he needed to know what in the hell his son did now.

Mike’s voice brought the girl to tears. She felt at ease knowing that Mike was always willing to help her in a time of need.

She sniffles before speaking, “Oh Mike, it’s been two days since I’ve last seen him. He came home Tuesday night without saying a word and left right after showering. I tried to get him to talk but he wouldn’t budge. I’m really worried he hasn’t done this in so long, I don’t know what happened.” She says it all in one breath, and by the time she is done speaking, she’s panting. Mike pauses before replying to the anxious girl.

“I’ll call Dorn and Kelly to see if he’s been staying with them but he’s been going to work. I knew something was up when he refused to talk to anyone.”

“Thank you, Mike, I appreciate you so much.”

“Of course, but Imma need you to remember that when shit hits the fan never give up. You hear me? Never give up, especially with Armando.”

Mike hangs up after speaking and leaves Y/N to wallow in her thoughts. She understood Mike was a busy man and had a separate life so she didn’t take it to heart but it hurt knowing that she was all alone again.

“but we can patch it up good, make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness, got the wine for you.”

Mike called Y/N back two hours later saying that Armando was on his way home. The girl couldn’t tell if she was happy that he was okay or enraged that he didn’t have the balls to come home without someone having to tell him too. Armando would just have to come home to see the answer to that.

The young woman was frightened, not knowing if this was going to end in a raging verbal war or if everything was going to return to normal. She didn’t want to lose Armando, like she said earlier, she loved him unconditionally.

To kill time, she decided it was best to bake her favorite sweets, chocolate chip cookies. She makes her way to the kitchen to prep the batter. When she goes to preheat the oven, she hears the front door unlock. Armando’s home.

Even after almost two years of being together, he still made her heart race and the butterflies in her stomach never seem to have left.

He walks in and spots her in the kitchen, her back is facing him. He can tell she’s waiting for him to make the first move.

“I’m home.” He closes the front door and locks it, his eyes never leaving her back.

She looks to the right and over her shoulder, “It took you long enough. Where were you?”

“I stayed with Dorn and Kelly. I’m fine Y/N.”

She takes a deep breath and mentally reminds herself that she can’t blow up on him, even though he deserves it. She opens her mouth but nothing comes out. There’s nothing else for her to say, he messed up badly and he needed to be the one to fix this.

“Baby look, lo siento, I do. I don’t know what happened. One second I was okay and then Rita said something and I just got angry. I needed some time to think. I needed space.” He makes his way to the kitchen island, he’s now 5 feet away from Y/N. He yearns for her touch. The last couple of days were hard and all he wanted was a hug from his girl, but he knew he wasn’t getting that.

The oven beeps, cutting off Y/N’s train of thought. She grabs the metal tray filled with cookies and gently puts them into the oven. She turns and is faced with Armando. She takes notice of what he’s wearing. It’s a different outfit, she knew for a fact that he came when she was gone for work. He had left with nothing but his keys on Tuesday and Dorn’s clothes wouldn’t have fit Armando. That man was 6’2 for Christ's sake.

“I didn’t expect you to become a coward and just leave without saying a word but here we are.” Armando could feel the heat radiating off of the 5’2 woman. She may be small but she was frightening when she was angry.

Armando grips the counter, hard, he takes a deep breath before answering the girl.

“I know I fucked up but I just needed space.” She scoffs at his statement.

“Needed space from what exactly?” She manages to huff out. She’s fed up and Armando knows it. One wrong move and he’s a dead man.

“Rafe wouldn’t shut up, okay! He kept talking about you like you were just some piece of meat.! I couldn’t take it! I get that you guys dated but fuck!” Armando's grip on the counter is lethal and his knuckles are practically white.

“Armando Aretas are you jealous?”

“No.”

She smiles and gets a glare in return from her lover. Oh, she was going to have a field day with this.

Before Armando came into the picture Y/N had dated Rafe for about 4 months. It wasn’t anything serious, but if you were to ask her what she thought of Rafe, she’d tell you he was a piece of shit.

“Well I think you’re jealous,” she wasn’t letting it go, “and I think it’s hot but you need to remember that Rafe can be a douchebag.” She makes her way over to Armando and pulls him in for a hug.

“Just next time please don’t leave without saying a word and you have to communicate with me.” She looks up at him with her doe eyes while speaking.

“I promise it won’t happen again. I love you, baby.”

“Religion’s in your lips even if it’s a false god, we’d still worship, we might just get away with it, the altar is my hips even if it’s a false god, we’d still worship this love.”

Without a second to waste Armando sweeps the girl into a passionate kiss. He’s hungry and seeing Kelly and Dorn together really made him miss his girl.

He brings his hands down her body and rests them on her hips. He deepens the kiss by swiping his tongue into her mouth. As much as she wants to fight for it, she knows it’s his turn to take care of her, so she gives in. She runs her hand up to the back of his neck, rests it there, and occasionally plays with the hairs at the base of Armando’s neck. She was the first to pull away, she needed to catch a quick breath before being able to continue. Armando uses this moment to speak.

"Let me take care of you cariño."

Not even a second later, the younger woman lets him devour her like she's his last meal. He maneuvers them to the dining room, grabs her hips, and lifts her onto the table in one swift movement. She lets out a soft gasp when he makes contact with her neck. His teeth sink into the soft skin on the left side of her neck. It hurt, but not enough to cry about it. He soothes the small ache by running his tongue over the semi-red spot. She reacts by putting her hand on the back of his neck, never wanting him to stop. He has her panting, softly. The sounds go straight down into his pants. He chooses to ignore it, he's focusing on her.

He detaches himself from her neck to pull off the oversized tee she's wearing. He throws it to the floor. When he looks at her chest he notices the lacy fabric that hugs her breasts.

He lowers himself to where his lips rest right above her ear and whispers, "You drive me fucking crazy, baby."

Armando kneels in front of her and then proceeds to get a hold of her right leg. Before he continues, he looks up at her. God, he looked so fucking hot. His pupils were enflamed and filled with lust.

He starts to kiss his way up her leg, starting at her ankle, and right when he gets to her inner thing, she lets out a soft gasp. She's got him right where she wants him to be. Armando's right-hand grips the waistband of her black athletic shorts, signaling he wants them off. She lifts her hips and lets him do the rest. Armando takes off both her shorts and panties in one go. He was a tease, but not tonight.

He puts his hands on her hips and guides them to the edge of the table. He has full access and without a second left to spare his mouth makes contact with her folds. She shrieks, then it gets repressed into a moan when he finds her clit. He's lapping at her folds but it's not enough, she needs more.

"More, baby, I need more."

He wastes no time and inserts his ring and middle finger into her seeping wet cunt. Her moans are getting louder, and he fucking loves it. He continues by licking her clit, and her orgasm starts to finally peak.

"Oh fuck, yes, right there." She manages to speak through her moans.

Her right-hand finds its way to his dark brown hair, and she takes a fistful of it, not caring if it hurts him or not. He deserved it, after all, he left her alone for two days. She's close to her orgasm and he can feel it. His mouth makes its way to her clit and about 25 seconds later, she's coming undone.

Her sight fades to black and all she can see are stars. Once the image of them fades away, she looks down at Armando, he's licking her clean. She jerks away, from still being sensitive, but his hands immediately find their way to her hips to keep her in place. Not a drop of cum is going to waste. When he’s done he stands and removes his shirt. Y/N's hands go straight to his jeans, the outline of his cock doesn’t go unnoticed, but before she can get the zipper down the oven beeps. Both of their heads turn in the direction of the kitchen and the girls eyes widen in realization.

“What the fu-,”

"Oh my god, the cookies!"

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Best laid plans of stomach bugs and men.

The chemistry is the point.

Some people underestimate the effort and toll it takes on ones body and schedule to fly 14 hours to visit another person. 14 hours to spend 72 hours together means commitment. It means bro's before ho's and I am frankly HERE FOR IT.

The discourse I am seeing is extremely telling of how fickle people are about their support for jikook. People watch too much scripted reality tv 🙄 bcs they really expected this relationship, this reunion if you will, to play out in multiple angle close ups and medium shots and several wide angle shots with dramatic zooms and heavily directed post-moment recaps with dramatic silences or eye rolls to play up the drama? The lack of moments, the MUNDANITY if you will IS THE POINT. They are so real to me, so life like, so domestic goals!

Being quiet with each other. No uncomfortable silences, but comfortable togetherness.

That's what leads to horny bed fighting, which in my eyes could lead to more if not for the cameras 👀 just me?

When they said unscripted, this is what they meant. When they said unplanned, this is what they referred to. Not directed, not scripted, not fanservice 🙄 to fit a planned narrative. This is how their relationship plays out. I'd go so far as to call it a documentary instead of a reality series. While documentaries have tons of genres within itself, this genre is one where there's a broad range of planned activities, but where the narrative is constructed in post production: editing. Id know, since im an editor. This tells me that they counted on the natural chemistry between 'JeonJi' (SO CUTE) to 'lead the way' instead of a multitude of directed interactions that they (the producers) would have needed to tick a dramatic narrative box.

So what does that lead to? In my professional opinion as a director/editor the first two episodes lacked a dramatic arc. There was little directing going on to force one

the chemistry is the point

The flirting, the lulls in conversation, them being together, seeing them have fun, and reconnecting is the point. Instead of what they're doing or what they're talking about. The episodes, therefore, are kinda boring in the sense of entertainment, but wildly exiting in the sense of what we get to see play out. And it's incredibly nuanced. And nuance often flies over people's heads..again, the crowd that expects to be held by the hand when it comes to drama: reality tv.

It's a huge risk to take as a production. Let's not underestimate that! 'Are You Sure' was so unscripted that they didn’t even have a title until halfway into the second or third day. Again: they were banking on JeonJi to build upon their chaos to lead to a narrative and a title, etc. That is so telling to me. That them being together is the raison d'etre of this show. Jimin 'sacrificing' his time to fly to the US, Jeonkook making space in his busy schedule time to spend time unwinding, JeonJi making good on their need to finally spend time together after the booked and busy year they've had.

Jimin enjoying the hell out of Jungkook having fun.

Because that is who Jimin has always been: his adventurous spirit takes him places because he loves exploring and being in tue moment. He'll willingly travel to have those moments. Jungkook on the other hand doesn’t. He dislikes leaving the comfort of his surroundings because he doesn’t see the pot of gold that being adventurous brings him while he's comfortable in his home. I relate 😩 so much. Just planning trips alone makes me enter a comatose state, so I'd rather not go than sacrifice my rest to plan an adventure. I don't even know I'll get anything out of. That is, until Im actually on that planned trip and having the time of my life! They've always been like that. Jimin had to be the incentive to get Jungkook out on that trip. Take.him.by the hand if you will 😭😭

And then there's the stomach bug. YOU DAMMNED CURSED THING. It threw a HUGE wrench into their plans, and if anyone doesn’t take that into consideration, then you haven't had a stomachbug EVER while still having to face up to your commitments. Park Jimin will NEVER back down from his commitments, his promises *pinky promises* are sacred to him, and this bug took away the catalyst of this duo. Jungkook suddenly had to be the extrovert of the two, and boy, does he struggle in that role. He was to me his usuall baby elf self. So adorable and cute with his nose focused on food and Jimin’s care. But my man loves to rely on Jimin to lead the way in shenanigans and to make any moment entertaining, and you could just tell Jimin wasn't in his feels enough to overcome his lack of energy. Poor baby. Really, he's the best of us because I would have straight up refused to be filmed in that moment. A whole night of diarrhea and still showing up to film the next day?! NO MA'M NOT ME.

If you've read up to this point, I commend you. It was just supposed to be a short rant, but it became an entire essay because I can not with the overly reactionary nature some people show. Drawing entire conclusions based on two hour long episodes. I know, I might be contradicting myself here but extenuating circumstances and all. Jimin wasn’t on his game, and Jungkook was also recovering. When a show is banking on the chemistry between two people to shoulder the brunt of this show and said people are extremely sick, well then what can I tell you?

We need to sit back and enjoy the fact that we are getting such access to them, so unfiltered. Jikook enjoying each other, come rain or shine, in sickness and in health, whatever the mood brings, because that to me is more valuable than DRAMA or NARRATIVE. We'll probably get a bit more of that once they're going to Jeju, and they're both hopefully healthy. We're even getting a new element for them to play off of: Tete shows up! Like a jack in the box, and Jungkook seems to not be having it, lmao...see..unscripted and natural. I love that for them!

Idols are people first, and we need to celebrate that, not demand more.

[seonghw4ffles]

falling asleep on his arm

" i said i love you to death "

playing pretty u ..

ateez hyung line x gn!reader

au: a table of four in a class lecture

genre: fluff, a whole joke, trolling, comfort, js two young silly loverbirds

w/c: 1.8k

summary: no matter how much you try to stay awake you fell asleep anyway...... on your untrustworthy boyfriend. (except for seonghwa's ngl)

tw: physical bashing out of love, "i hate you" = i love you, minor swearing, immaturity, rocket ship drawings

note: BARELY PROOFREAD!! i slept in robotics class and i wish this happened to me 😭😭 and WHY is my ult bias the SHORTEST ONE

the time passes and the class gradually comes closer and closer to its end. that's what you kept telling yourself.

"it's still twenty minutes into a double session, dammit," you whisper to yourself, slamming the table so slightly.

"y/n?? are you sleepy?? little snoozle pook can't stay awake :3" your boyfriend teases, leaning over to your side, to look at your front with some baby ass face.

"oh shut up," you laugh, placing your falm right on his face and pushing it away.

for a while, you kept fighting your heavy eyelids, all to no avail. if you were a candle, you would have already been a plate of soup.

you fold your arms against the surface of the table and you close your eyes. you're just closing your eyes. you're listening, but maybe just rest your eyes for a little.

you trusted yourself a little too much. you fell into slumber, without the intent. but you know what else you didn't intend? sleeping against your boyfriend's arm.

; SEONGHWA — ☆

he's just so sweet

he's talking to mingi, when he feels weight on his right

"y/n?" he says, right before discovering that you're asleep

oh he freezes

his heart goes ballistic

he's a stone he literally DOES NOT MOVE

you make this very uncomfortable position feel so nice :(

he's so much better at freezing when you sleep on him,, rather than when he is asked 'english or spanish'

my guy feels so so lucky that you're on him

he's so distracted by gazing at your effortless beauty, with your natural, rested face

he keeps staring at you like a loser he's just so immersed

he's so worried for you and your sleep schedule, so he tries his very best to keep you asleep

and when mingi from his opposite side was gonna say something to him, he immediately gets shut down

"aye seo-"

seonghwa widens his eyes as a gesture, and stares at mingi demonically.

make a sound, and he will burn down the entire campus.

yeah and mingi just goes back to his business

seonghwa turns back to you, now with softened eyes

the way you look so comfortable on him makes his heart flutter

and then you move and mumble, and he turns pale, as if your consciousness is his biggest fear

"oh.. seonghwa…" you mutter.

when you try get up from his arm out of embarrassment, he immediately takes his other hand and gently wraps it around your hair, softly pushing you back down on him.

he gently caresses you a little bit. "please sleep more," he whispers to you in a voice of worry.

you smile, and your heart beats a little faster as you feel his hands embracing you. the way he allows you to do these things. it's so sweet, the way he makes it so obvious that he loves you.

; HONGJOONG — ☆

okay this guy just trolls you

he immediately sees that youre asleep. "y/n?" he mutters, and no response.

surprised or not,, he only said that to make sure you're ACTUALLY asleep, and oh this kids taking it to advantage

ngl he's now drawing on your notebook with his other hand, conquering the edges and the sides wholeheartedly with a BLUE PEN

all youre beautiful and colourful and neat pretty notes are now absolutely demolished with his DOODLES in BLUE PEN

and its definitely rocketships (that consists of two circles and a big fat oval 😓😓)

im sososo sorry i js have a spot in my heart where i believe in a childish immature 12 year old hongjoong

he's all smiling as he does all this, knowing you're gonna beat him up, but thats the fun adrenaline part

OOOO he has an idea

he opens his large pencilcase, before taking out a stack of posted notes that he had never used before. his smile is so grimacing that it's almost terrifying

he writes down: 'shh i am mewing' on a sticky note

and then he carefully, so carefully sticks it to the back of your sweater

along with many other sticky notes and now youre back is just full of tiny yellow papers

oh hes having a bit too much fun rn hes losing it😭😭

he's mega uncontrollably laughing but no sound comes out of him

but then he accidentally wakes you up HELP

oh hes so fucked

he holds his laughter as you start to breathe deeply, slowly rising from your sleep

"hongjoong…" you mumble, to your boyfriend, stretching

you notice that hongjoong's being weird. he's refusing to speak, frozen in place, and shoving his fist in his mouth

what is happening

you're confused as you look to the notebook in front of you, and you realise

"joong, what the fuck," you mutter, and he bursts out laughing HELP EMEJDNDKSN

"IM SORRY I COULDN-"

"YOURE SO ANNOYING WTF"

youre both screaming whispering as you speak, of course, due to A VERY SPECIFIC unforgivable lecturer

and youre in FURY while hes just laughing silently but maniacally

"when do you grow up," you smack his back. he giggles, turning to you with a wide smile.

"never cus you love me too much," he replies.

you smack him harder, now giggling too.

despite him being annoying, his childlike self is what brings you peace. someone who sees with a youthful perspective embraces all the beauty of the world. he makes you believe in eternal joy, that everything is magnificent, and your worries are always so little when you're with him.

"uhm.. y/n…," wooyoung states with a giggling voice from your other side, and you feel his fingers prickling your back.

you immediately look back, and you see sticky notes in his fingers

its full of 'shh i am mewing' and 'im stupid' and doodles of questionable rocket ships

is he… is he trying to stick these disgraceful notes on you?

"what the hell are you doing??!?>?!?>!?>"

"huh?"

oh you jump him

"WAIT Y/N WAIT IT WASNT ME I WAS TAKING THESE OFF NO WAIT PLEASE" wooyoung screams

"YOU ALWAYS DO THIS"

"NO SERIOUSLY IT WASNT ME IT WAS HONGJOONG"

"YOURE BLAMING THIS ON HONGJOONG??!??"

joongie now has his fist so much deeper into his mouth, facing the other side and just crying at this point

oh and ur being a bit too loud

"WOOYOUNG AND Y/N BEHAVE" the lecturer yells

you both settle down just for the sake of the lesson

you side eye wooyoung like CRAZY and he replies wide eyed with a massive shrug mouthing "WHAT DID I DO"

hongjoong leans into the conversation maturely and says "guys calm down, and wooyoung apologise cuz thats so rude"

wooyoung bursts into tears

; YUNHO — ☆

he just immediately tries to wake you

oh as soon as he knows he immediately wants wakes you up

he leans into you as you sleep, like he's observing every part of your pretty face

"bebbbbiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"

he loves, loves your face so much

like you look so beautiful

and for fun, he blows your face

he just blows on your face, and your hair flies but you STILL dont wake up

your cluelessness entertains him

he pats your head,, messing with your hair

HELP WHY ARENT U WAKING UP

so he starts singing lullabies to you

not really lullabies but kick back yk chainsaw man opening cus why not

and he's NOT sweetly singing to you with a soft voice but rather the opposite

he's emphasising every syllable to annoy you

happy de ume tsukushite rest in peace made ikou ze ykykykykyk

"what are you doing" you say, louder than expected with your eyes still closed. you jumpscared him a little

bro he JUMPED at your sudden response

and then his fright turned immediately to joy and smiles and he starts poking ur face as you're on his arm :3

HE TREATS YOU LIKE A CUTE LIL DOG LMAOOOO

he LOVES to annoy you

he mercilessly just pokes every part of ur face out of ur severe cuteness

"boop oh who's a cutie little patootie boop boop oh its you ofc boopboopboopboopboop"

"stop"

"no"

you wrap your fingers around his wrist and push him away, like you're more than just frustrated. even though you refuse to lift your head from his arm; he knows you're having fun, really. and you know he knows.

"i hate you," you say, with a tone that heavily matches the phrase.

"i love you too <3"

; YEOSANG — ☆

he loves to mess around with you

"dude what are you doing," he says, interrupted from the lecture as soon as he realises the weight on his arm from your side

you don't reply, and he immediately finds that you're sleeping

it was all silent but the lecturers voice, but we don't talk about that old grumpy hag piece of shir

yeosang catches san who's sitting beside you, staring and wildly amused by the situation

san is no1 yeo(y/n) shipper frfr

yeosang is KNOWN to be playfully refusing affection half the time, so why not mess with you now

he leans his head closer to your hair and sniffs, before immediately making the most disgusted nasty nauseous ahh face

he starts moving his arm that you're on as if he doesn't want you on him

that's also while he makes unappealing sounds for the attempt of waking you, imitating the sounds of throwing up to the smell of your hair when he thinks deep down that it isn't even CLOSE to smelling bad

HELP

san is astonished and does a hand gesture of concern, mouthing "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU" in the most silent and respectful way possible

and then you wake up.

you hear these weird noises that sound like yeosang's voice as you shuffle yourself out of sleep

your brain starts working again

youre completely ASHAMED of yourself for falling asleep on his arm

and not only that, you SWEAR you heard him making gagging sounds as if you're gross

but for a second, just a second, you denied it cus hes ur nice and pretty boyfriend

"yeo-"

and immediately out of the gate he WIPES HIS WHOLE ASS ARM ON YOU as if you're some sort of unhygienic monster

"ewwww *gags*"

.

you're pissed. oh you're SO pissed rn like you JUST woke up and THIS is how you're treated???????

you instantly look around the room, and you're eyes land on a seat in the corner.

"yk, the empty table looks real sexy today"

yeosang chuckles wickedly. "too bad that im sexier"

san loses it and dies of some fuckass laughter

'hehehahahuhu' nah bro you get up to move u don't care what the teacher says getting out of here this kid has violated you 9487393 times

"wait y/n wait im joking wait come back"

yeosang's lightly laughing as he catches your wrist with his absolute sleeper build strength that he so easily pulls you back no matter how much you fight

you regret standing up cuz now you're locked

"you're a jerk," you huff, feeling his arm around your shoulder now tightened beyond an extent.

yeosang laughs. "i know," he teases, pressing his forehead to yours with a wide, pretty smile.

you love the way that this bond is so full of warmth and enjoyment. you love the way he has a soft side for you. you love the way he loves you, and you love him too.

[melodyglow-blog]

Why i think Dabi / Touya is still alive after chapter 430

#spoilers ahead

Ok first of all,this shit was so ass, i dont even wanna think about how the final chapter looks like it was set in a dark AU ending where nothing changes and rei looks older than ever, still pushing enjis wheelchair for the past 8 years🤮, shoto being a workaholic (and soon being num ONE). Shouldnt he be more focused on his friendships??

Plus, no mention of his siblings that his arc has been working on reconnecting him with. 🤮 So like...Enji won? Shoto will be number one after all wtff..

But id rather think about the fact that touya could still be alive after the timeskip. Here are a few reasons why..

No gravestone shown, no image of a shrine or a burial, hell..no mention of his death AT ALL unlike with toga or shigaraki, erasers friend and midnight...hell, deku even hallucinates shiggy. If touya was truly dead i feel like we wouldve seen a panel of his shrine or ANY indication if his death.

Society and tech have improved so much that quirkless deku can be a hero, so theres no way that touya, with a partial healing ice quirk isnt kept alive.

He was last shown to be 'slowly marching towards death' like BITCH thats literally what being alive is, we are all slowly marching towards death😭

This man is allergic to dying and i do believe that hori left his outcome ambiguous for a reason, if hori wanted to show touya dead he 100% would.

Shoto smiling..like bro would be smiling like that after his oldest brother passed away, like i said, intentionally hori is avoiding any mention of Touya, even natuso is not shown or mentioned, just that shoto has become a workaholic and on his way to being number one...

Plus the panel text is from Deku's pov. So its not todoroki's internal monolouge thats revealed, only his expression and hopefully thats an indicator that his siblings are ok.

Hori has 100% lost the plot lmao, the ending is so convoluted and out of character that theres simply no in universe reason why Touya would be straight up dead. Making shoto mention his father instead of his brothers or sister or MOTHER was certainly a choice🤮🤮🤮.

Old rei pushing enjis wheelchair is sickening and i dont wanna believe that shes still his maid if she has had to mourn touya a second time, its gross and literally a dark au cause wtf.

Since none of shotos siblings were mentioned, this empty space of detail lets us assume that shoto isnt stressing about them. If touya was dead we would see him visiting his shrine, in japanese culture, visiting gravestones and praying to shrines of the dead is symbollic.

I firmly believe that hori either got seriously sick (he said his ears were leaking fluid) or got pressured by his team (he said he cried when his management made him scrap an extra comic page he drew of dabi and sceptic on the past) , i believe that at this point, he didnt have a lot of creative control over his work and wasnt allowed to dedicate more panels to the LOV. HE HAD to prioritise enji and the characters at the top of the poll. When touya came 4th on the final poll, it was too late, his story became enji's story even though hori confessed that he had initially written enji to be killed off in the high end nomu fight.

The story is such a retconned mess, theres no way he wasnt planning shiggy and touya to be SAVED physically, literally touyas last panel is of him crying alone lmaoo.

IN BOTH of Horikoshi's previous serialized series the villains lived and got to reform and atone at the end..

But yeah, my end verdict is that hori intentionally didnt mention touya for the fans to theorise about him living💀

BONUS ~ i saw a post mentioning this, There is also a throwaway panel of the Doctor "curing the uncurable" - which could refer to Touya

[normanssurvivalsite]

Even

(Hazbin Rozie x soft!male reader.)

No warnings (not proof read)

You tried to tiptoe as quietly as possible through your and your wives house. You didn't know that the trail of blood you were leaving would give you away in the morning anyways.

"You're home late" you heard the lovely voice of your dear wife while she sat on the sofa and turned on the light on the small table besides it.

You exhaled through your nose.

"Yeaahhh..." was all you could get out of

When Rosie took in your form more carefully she saw the beaten state you were in.

"Oh dear, what happened to you" she sounded more sympathetic now and rushed to your side to help you sit down

"Hahh, you should see the other guy...he got out without a scratch it was honestly pretty impressive" you said with honest astonishment.

You have been getting into fights at bars lately...a lot. Why? Well the answer was rather easy really, your wife was the Rosie. A powerful overlord in hell and leader of cannibal town. She was powerful, strong, cunning, smart and most of all feared because of those qualities.

And you...well, you weren't weak not by any means but you were just...soft, to put it lightly. While other boys fought you enjoyed chasing a butterfly. You were a very kind soul and opted to see the good in people. You were a fallen angel, after all.

When you met Rosie you were the same dork you are now, you just liked to draw and she is very beautiful so you asked if you could draw her. Thats how you two met 10 years ago.

As time passed by, you fell in love with her, however you would have never guessed that a powerful woman like herself would fall for someone like you. Alas she did and after some time being together you got married.

Since Rosie was quite the public figure, people, of course, knew about your engagement and they had their own opinions, mostly bad ones.

The people of cannibal town thought Rosie deserved someone tough, not to protect her she can do that to, but to match her, to be her equal.

And you thought so too. It was a true wonder why she was still with you, really.

"(Y/N)"

The powerful voice of your beloved got you out of your thoughts.

"*sigh* are you thinking about what others are saying again?" She questioned looking at you sadly.

You looked away ashamed.

"My love" she slowly put her hand on your cheek and made you look at her.

"I have told you countless times but I wont stop until you get it into your head. I.Love.You their opinions do not matter, especially when they dont know you like I do, for if they did they would know that you have the strongest heart I have ever witnessed, you might not like fights and blood spill but I know for a fact that when its really needed you will step up, and thats what really matters." She smiled at you kindly.

"Also, I like violence plenty so we make the perfect pair" she grinned at you manically.

You really didn't know how you got so lucky as to have such an amazing wife. You let out a chuckle and kissed her.

"Thank you" you smiled lightly

"Of course dear, now go wash up and lets go to bed I'm tired" she said exhausted while she stood up and walked to your shared bedroom.

You smiled to yourself, sure you weren't a big fan of violence but you hat a cannibal as a wife, you guys kinda evened each other out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yall I know I said Id proof read tham and than post but I LOVE this one so much its short but so good😭

ALSO, ROSIE IS NOT TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH LIKE I LOVE HER SM ROSIE PLS MARRY ME😖

ANYWAYS

I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies, gentleman and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖

[humongousgothskeletonfarm]

TGR CHAPTER 16 THOUGHTS **SPOILER WARNING**

- the teams in the western district refusing to talk shit about jean and saying he was very polite when asked by reporters is so fucking awesome

- cat and jeans friendship rlly is so precious to me

- disappointed that jean and the girls privacy has been violated in the leak of their address but also that letter from one of jeans old youth exy teammates was rather sweet

- literally just said what the fuck outloud about ten times

istg the raven lineup is being picked off one by fucking one

- pointless update but i just got distracted watching instagram reals for an hour

- “All the Trojans looked excited to be here, Jean realized as he glanced from one laughing face to another, and he felt the chasm between his heart and theirs keenly. ​He couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked at a court with any bright emotion.”

man jean u rlly do ur best to make me cry

- “Derek used the railing to haul himself up, and Tori caught his face in her hands for a quick kiss. A group of fans six rows up erupted in hoots and cheers, and Derek was grinning like a fool when he dropped back down to flat ground. ​Cherise caught Jean’s eye as he started to step back and said, “Look after our boys out there, will you?” ​“Our boys!” Derrick yelled before taking off at full speed. “Our! Boys!” ​“One of these days you’ll figure out he’s not joking about you,” “Sort yourself out before you string him along much longer, would you? He’s my brother.” MY GRIN IS SO HUGE GUYS JUST THIS WHOLE SCENE I LOVE IT

- jean taking every opportunity he gets to say how ugly and tacky he finds the trojans uniform is so funny he’s my fave hater

- stupid beautiful kevin and his big mouth, baby he wasn’t looking at jere he was looking at u

- i do have to say, as absolutely devastating as each revelation about jeans crushes is. kevjerejean shippers gotta be some of the luckiest bitches out there, y’all rlly devoted urselves to a ship with characters that hardly interacted in the og books, two of which clearly had beef and trauma. y’all are being indirectly fed with this series and each new revelation

(and before anyone takes this the wrong way, yes i do enjoy the ship! but if we’re talking kevin day ships then i must admit kandreil is my fave)

- “You are very good,” he said to Jeremy. “I finally understand why Kevin admires this team.” ​Looking at Jeremy was a mistake; Jean forced his attention back to the court so he wouldn’t have to face that pleased smile. ​“We,” Jeremy said. “We are very good, Jean.”

this is adorable and all but i can’t get over the fact that jean has been training with them for so longer and has played against them multiple times and just now he’s like yeah actually u guys aren’t bad!! 😭😭

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

- IMAGINE TRYNA PSYCH OUT UR OPPONENT BY SAYING ‘HON HON HON’ TRYING TO MOCK THEM ID LAUGH IN HIS FACE IF I WAS JEAN LIKE U JUST MADE URSELF LOOK STUPID

- aftg is the only sports book i’ve ever read and the only books that were able to make me actually interested in reading about sports

-Jean offered his mark a thumbs-up and intoned in English, “Have a winning day.” SHUT THE FUCK UP I LOVE HIM BADDDDDD HES SO FUNNY HE DID THE THING!! HIS OPPONENT WAS CUT AS FUCK AFTER THAT

- “Jean thought of Tetsuji and Riko and let the blows land unanswered.” well that majorly brought my mood down :(

- ““Oh,” Jeremy said, affecting surprise. “That’s rude, considering your current roster. I hope you apologize to them later.” JEREMY COMING IN HOT

nobody tell hinch there’s more than two queer people on the trojans team

- “He couldn’t fight Lander, so he did the only thing he could and slammed his racquet into his own shin guard with a one-handed swing.”

istg nora loves to inflict pain upon me

- YOU 😭WERE 😭INCREDIBLE 😭OUT 😭THERE😭

- god jere ur making ME blush with all these compliments i can’t imagine how jean feels…

- pls jeremy telling jean he is infinitely better than his opponent and then going oh god sorry idk what’s come over me that was so rude!

- cat getting so excited about jeans winning day comment is everything

- “i’ve never really been a Raven fan.” QUEEN DO NOT BE ASHAMED TO ADMIT THIS U CLOCKED THEIR BS

- “Butchering it was an understatement.” THE SNARK godddd no wonder i fucking love him and neil’s friendship so much

- THE GASP I JUST GUSPED!!!!! REACHER IS HERE????

-“I don’t owe you anything.” YES BABY UR LEARNING

- 😀 this is my face rn because my app reloaded before i could save this draft and i lost the last half of this post so now i have to go back and rewrite it all from my memory!!!

- i HATE u reacher

- “Jean registered Coach, Rhemann decked Zane hard enough to throw him. He looked ten feet tall as he towered over Zane’s crumpled body, radiating a rage he’d never once turned on his own players.” THANK UUUU COACH RHEMANN UR MY HERO PLS ACCEPT THIS TROPHY 🏆 AS A TOKEN IF MY GRATITUDE FOR DOING WHAT WE ALK WANTED TO DO AND PROTECTING JEAN

- umm hello??? DOES COACH RHEMANN HAVE A HUSBAND??? HES GAY???

- oh i’m sick to my stomach. i am crying rn this is veryyy hard to read. oh jean u didn’t deserve what they put u through. and u did what u had to do to survive.

for anyone who hasn’t read the books and is seeing this, i’d like to leave a trigger warning*** for jeans discussion of rape and him being forced to say that he liked it, and self harm (jean hitting himself in the head). the scene takes place during rhemann and jeans talk in the office after their first match (roughly page 348-351 on mobile app)

it is very difficult and confronting to read, if u know u are likely to get upset by the above topics, pls take care of urself. i’ll leave this with some very wise quotes from rhemann:

“Listen to me. It doesn’t matter what you said. You were just a kid trying to survive as best you could. No one can blame you for that.”

“Repeat after me: I didn’t deserve what they did to me.”

- rhemann telling jean he’s safe and he’s got him and holding him tight as he breaks down goddddd they’re everything. this is what jean needs

(and i hate to make another tfc parallel but theyre always on my mind)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

- ok i took a break to process after that roller coaster, watched more mind numbing instagram reels and now im back! it is currently 12:47am, i have classes tomorrow but i have about 130 pages left and i am determined to read as much as i can before i pass out. let’s see how i go!

- once again i was right,, rhemann is gay!!

- “Seeing him like this was bewildering; Jean had foolishly believed Rhemann ceased to exist outside of Exy.” nah jean all exy coach’s actually get powered down and put onto charge post exy

- jean and rhemann: 🧑🏻‍🌾🥕👨🏻‍🌾

- “On the other was Neil’s blasé, “I’m sure he knows,” when Jean warned him to hide Andrew from Ichirou, the Trojans’ casual acceptance of their floozy line, and a partnership that somehow survived twenty-eight years in this heartless world.” STOPPPPPPPPP

- it’s easy to forget that aftg is set in the 2000s and not current, especially in these books because i don’t think they refer to it as much (neil and andrew literally use flip phones in the og books it’s hard to ignore that) until you are reminded of the rampant and virulent homophobia

- FRIENDS AND FIREWORKSSSSS

- “fathers” — jean thinking about rhemann and wymack and their unwavering kindness to him and adding fathers to his list in spite of how terrible his own dad is is something so precious. don’t play with me rn

-GOLDEN RAVEN MENTIONEDDDD

- um yeah so that’s as far as i got until i passed out only to wake back up at *checks time* 5am and find that this post didn’t save! hopefully i’ve managed to rewrite it all. onwards and upwards!!

i feel i rewrote those all with much more enthusiasm than i actually did the first time round after reading chapter 17

- unrelatedish side note but i was thinking about how their address got leaked and who it might be. i mean usually id immediately blame riko that’s the type of shit he’d do but he’s dead now soooo… do we reckon it’s a random nobody and we’ll never find out or someone close to the story? jeremy’s brother? another player?

- “Rhemann’s voice in his head, Rhemann’s and his friends’ and Neil’s, drowning out his miserable thoughts and excuses with unrelenting force.” yeah i’m grinning rn, he’s got so many people who love him and want the best for him and for him to heal

(and neil is one of them😭guys u know how i feel about neil and jean)

- “I deserve to get better.” IM CRYING AGAIN OH MY BABY U DO AND IM GLAD U REALISE IT

[chasedeys]

Oh thank you for that thorough response!! Are there any other Joemarr lore moments I should know about as a new fan? Any sources you recommend I look through?

oh sure no problem!!! 🥰🫶 not that thorough really akdjfjfk BUT yeah pretty crazy articles to drop lmao

um not to like self-promote (???? is it) lmao but may i direct you to my first ever insane ass long answer to an innocent joemarr ask of my fav joemarr moment that definitely need to be updated with the 2024 season 😮‍💨 you can definitely scroll through my joemarr meta tag too which is like where i store all my bullshit joemarr long answers! you can skip reading the long-winded analysis if you’d rather like form your own thoughts on them but there are dozens of linked moments there you can scroll through so i’d recommend that for sure 😊 oh and maybe my fav tag too! not necessarily joemarr but i usually keep my fav posts there that really catch my interest!

and heavilyyyyyy recommend scrolling through @cementcornfield's joemarr (joe’marr) tag toooo she says her organization's a mess but ive literally learned all there is about joemarr the first few weeks through her blog so 😔🫶 a staple tbh lol and you can branch out all the other blogs that post bengals content too!! soooo many now really it’s kind of wild i can’t keep up at times 😭 here is her post on it if you'd like to see more recommended blogs!

oh and some essential lore mention!! lets see several big ass mentions um

the clothes saga and the entire post-sb loss coaxing out of bed for like a vegas date maybe

kc game shove

lakers date

their pinky shake

lsu natty game ball and ja’marrs bratty ass bragging of it

joe wearing ja'marr's game-worn jersey (top 3 moments btw)

the refusal to play without each other

the ufc fights

that’s my qb not theirs (yeah...)

them being neighborssssss this is truly insane read through carmen's tags no really it’ll drive you insane. what the fuck. no really the fuck.

the whole article is kind of crazy but like the boat thing in particular. 'we did a lot but not on a boat'. okay ja'marr. it also birthed my favorite delusional babble of like. ja’marr choosing to stay in ohio for joe in the future but not being sure of verbalizing it.

DONUT INCIDENTTT with a little handsy moment beforehand (so many angles of the donut incident i cannot possibly link them all sorry)

oh this helmet slam celly vs this helmet slam celly when you take in account how these were their first long touchdowns since joe's wrist injury and like compare it to their first nfl touchdown celly Thoughts truly Thoughtssssssssss 😮‍💨 (the first td celly loooook at joe grippinggg at his waistttt holy shittttttt)

joe on ja'marr's rookie preseason drops (the first link is another angle and longer clip of the first td celly btw where you can see joe finally pushing ja'marr away god the fuck is wrong with them i adore that clip truly top 10 moments and alsoooo the presser with the pinky shake of all times as a fuck you to all those reporters and haters top 5 pinky shakes moment btw)

the lsu staring saga

the lsu warm skin recount

joe's first griddy where their account was nearly the same word for word and ja’marr was severely biased and joe was all ‘i just saw you and i got to’ okay.....

also id link like the whole qb1 pat who thing but i cant be assed to search chiefs anything anywhere else rn sorry 😭 but ja'marr's thing with the chiefs is honestly ripe with joemarr and like joe as his qb1 etc etc

etc etccccccc im sure im missing a lot lmao but like. truly if you do a deep dive of their lore it's crazy they've got 6-7 years of this shit (real quote btw: ja'marr has said so. i've been with him what. 6-7 years? i've lost count.) so like. if you have the time and vigorous enough obsession you can definitely catch up with their entire thing 😔🤚 i wish you the best lol.

anyways hope you enjoy scrolling watching reading through all these moments!! (if anyone else wants to rb and add moments go right aheaddd btwwww please do!!)

[aesthetixhoe]

posts while dating standford art — A.D.

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, arts a little bit cringy, Patrick's a little brainrot, low key tashi drama... 🤓

word count: —

pronouns: none, but ma'am is used

authors note: ignore how they were in college before Instagram and cell phones, idc, this idea was burning inside of me, just imagine it's in 2024 :P

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[y/n]_[l/n] bro needs a haircut

patrickthezweig BRO WHAT IS TJAT ON YPUR HEAD 😭

| art.donaldson WHAT IS YOUR SPELLING??

| patrickthezweig mind yo business

| [y/n]_[l/n] boys.

| art.donaldson Yes ma'am 🫡

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[y/n]_[l/n] artie is eepy

art.donaldson I TOLD YOU NOT TO POST THIS

| [y/n]_[l/n] oops, my finger slipped 😋

| art.donaldson My finger might just slip over the block button 🤓

| [y/n]_[l/n] I'll delete it 😔

| patrickthezweig SEND THIS TO ME RN

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patrickthezweig he's looking at [y/n], not me 😢

[y/n]_[l/n] sucks to suck, buddy

| patrickthezweig he was mine first ☹️

| art.donaldson Stop fighting over meeeee... I'm kidding, keep going 😁

arts.tennis.racket wish he looked at me like that

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art.donaldson I remember none of last night

patrickthezweig that's for the best

[y/n]_[l/n] aww too bad, we had hot, steamy sex

| art.donaldson Liar, liar, pants on fire

| patrickthezweig you did, you told me all about it

| art.donaldson You guys are just fucking with me... Right?

| [y/n]_[l/n] I guess you'll never know

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art.donaldson legendary

[y/n]_[l/n] he forced me to take this

| art.donaldson I'll give you photo credit next time lol

| [y/n]_[l/n] you better

patrickthezweig cringe ah caption

| art.donaldson cringe ah face

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patrickthezweig no one else id rather play with

[y/n]_[l/n] WHY DOES NO ONE CREDIT ME

| art.donaldson at least it wasn't me this time

patrickthezweig photo cred to [y/n]_[l/n]

| [y/n]_[l/n] thank you. you could've cropped it better tho

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[y/n]_[l/n] pat and art in their natural habitat

art.donaldson that hotdog was so fucking good

| patrickthezweig not the only hotdog you like 😉

| art.donaldson bruh 😐

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patrickthezweig lean in my cup, that's wassup

[y/n]_[l/n] can confirm, it's vodka

art.donaldson you tryna share?

| patrickthezweig ask [y/n], thats who I got it from

| art.donaldson [y/n]_[l/n] WHAT THE HELL

| [y/n]_[l/n] I have more, calm down

tashi so much for staying sharp.