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[minkyungseokie]

Private, But Not Secret | Max Verstappen

synopsis; max is in a relationship with a pilot who, despite being popular on the internet, likes to keep their relationship as private as she could

warnings; none

note; requested

note2; I don't think I'm as funny as anyone else who make smaus. I have the sense of humor as a bag of dirt. I tried and I hope you all enjoy this enough to keep requesting. I also did not know how to do a private, but secret romance, so take whatever tf this is

fc; any random woman I find on pintrest

Come Talk to Me

Autosports Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Max Masterlist

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pilotynv A day in the life

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dadlicker MAX CRUMBS!! I REPEAT, MAX CRUMBS!! ⤷ubertomywip First of all, your name 💀 second of all, what ⤷dadlicker Y/n doesn't really post Max ⤷Userdd Because they want to keep the relationship as private as possible

maxverstappen1 ❤️ ♥ by author ⤷pilotynv ❤️

danielriccardo I'm so glad you got that picture ⤷pilotynv You were there and you sent me the picture, dumbass ⤷danielriccardo I did? I must've been so drunk

Duign-23r Why is this bitch so fucking rude? ⤷pilotynv Rude how? I'm interacting with a friend. You would know friendly banter if you had friends ⤷User4 GAGGED

landonorris I didn’t know those windows opened

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maxverstappen1 Simply lovely. Thank you to our orange army in Bahrain for coming out and supporting us. Next stop Saudi Arabia ➡️ 🇸🇦

drillarkillar Simply lovely, my ass. When are you going to stop winning? You're ruining the sport 😒 ⤷ alliseearesainz @drillarkillar Fr, like, let other people win ⤷ hj219 @drillarkillar You DTS crybabies are what's ruining the sport

tututtutmaxverstappen My 2023 world champion!

masterbaiter give us Y/n content 🗣️🗣️🗣️

meirfyct See you in Saudi!

hamburgerler The 2023, 2024, and 2025 world champ

pilotynv You did amazing, my love. It was amazing seeing you in your element ❤️ ♥ by author ⤷maxverstappen1 @pilotynv ❤️

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pilotynv Flew us to a remote getaway in Greece

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gaggingballa she😭 flew 😭 them 😭 there 😭

lalalalisa_m that pizza looks so good! We should visit togther sometime ♥ by author ⤷pilotynv @lalalalisa_m Girl, I'd probably ne flying the plane you take here 😭 ⤷8bobbit0 @lalalalisa_m ariana, what are you doing here?

ariangrande Those pizzas look amazing ⤷arialandomis @arianagrande ARIANA?! ⤷greenblattbanner @arianagrande I knew Y/n was popular, but not that popular

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username omg max! He looks so good

Jossleftpinkietoe More Max pls!

Ynsimp His smile is so cute

landonorris Tell Max his face looks weird

Fuck off- Max

danielricciardo next time, take me and Heidi with you

Bet. I'll fly us all there again

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urethka here before Max

lugunam The hand holding in the car is so cute

Taggedidj We stan a supportive queen

Fashionicosn She looks so good

Bootlicker GOOD LUCK, MAXIE

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Honestly, I as struggling a bit with this one. I don't know how to make a smau about a private, but not secret relationship lol. Anyway, feel free to request more smaus or written fics

[princessmia-tarot]

i wanted to do a free reading pls :)

(also down 4 an exchange just lmk)

question/topic: outcome or energy of relationship between TK & EC {romantic}

sorry if my submission is wrong :/ but thanks in advance <333

Hello!

Thank you for your request. I'll be happy to provide you with a reading on the outcome or energy of the romantic relationship between TK and EC. Please note the future is influenced by your own choices and actions.

The Hermit Reversed: The reversed Hermit suggests a potential need for more external interaction and social connection in the relationship. It indicates a desire to come out of isolation and embrace a more extroverted approach to the partnership.

King of Cups: The King of Cups represents emotional maturity, compassion, and understanding. This card suggests that both TK and EC may have a deep emotional intelligence and the ability to create a nurturing and harmonious connection.

The Emperor Reversed: The reversed Emperor suggests a potential need for establishing clear boundaries and structure within the relationship. It may indicate challenges in maintaining authority or finding a balance between independence and cooperation.

Six of Wands Reversed: The reversed Six of Wands suggests a temporary setback or delay in achieving recognition or success within the relationship. It's important to maintain persistence and patience, as the path to fulfillment may require more effort and time.

Queen of Wands: The Queen of Wands represents passion, confidence, and creativity. This card suggests that both TK and EC may possess a vibrant and charismatic energy, bringing excitement and enthusiasm to their connection.

Strength: Strength signifies inner strength, courage, and resilience. It suggests that the relationship between TK and EC has the potential to overcome challenges and obstacles through mutual support and understanding.

Seven of Pentacles Reversed: The reversed Seven of Pentacles suggests a need to reassess and reevaluate the progress of the relationship. It may be necessary to consider the long-term goals and determine if adjustments or redirections are needed to ensure mutual satisfaction and growth.

King of Wands Reversed: The reversed King of Wands indicates a potential need for balancing personal ambitions and desires within the relationship. It may suggest challenges in managing assertiveness and avoiding conflicts of power.

Six of Pentacles: The Six of Pentacles represents generosity, reciprocity, and balance in giving and receiving. It suggests that both TK and EC have the capacity to support and provide for each other, creating a mutually beneficial and harmonious dynamic.

Based on these cards, the relationship between TK and EC has the potential for emotional depth, compassion, and creative energy. Challenges may arise in terms of establishing clear boundaries, managing personal ambitions, and achieving recognition or success. However, with strength, patience, and a balanced exchange of giving and receiving, the relationship can thrive.

Remember that communication, understanding, and mutual support are crucial in navigating any challenges that may arise. The outcome of the relationship depends on the choices and efforts of both individuals involved.

I hope this reading provides you with insight and guidance. If you have any further questions or need clarification, feel free to ask. Also, thank you for the offer of an exchange, but at the moment I don't require one. Wishing TK and EC all the best on your romantic journey!

xx

Mia ♥

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[seungkwan-s]

SM AU & Fic Recs

UPDATED 01/01

who doesn't love a social media au? there's something about them that's so addictive to read.

the following groups added here are; the boyz, stray kids, nct, wayv, seventeen, enhypen & txt (...and in that order, i'm annoying i know—didn't put them alphabetically)

DISCLAIMER: none of these are mine, i just thoroughly enjoyed reading them. please go and support the authors ♥

📱 = sm au

📄 = written work

⭐ = personal favourite

THE BOYZ 💜

idolised - @sankyeom - changmin/juyeon (completed) 📱 ⭐

and they were roommates! - @sankyeom - jacob (completed) 📱 ⭐

break your rules - @sankyeom - sunwoo (completed) 📱

make or break - @sankyeom - eric (completed) - sequel to the above 📱

chase me - @yehet-about-it - changmin (ongoing) - some smut 📱 & 📄

under the spotlight: curtain call - @sunlightwoo - changmin (completed) 📱

unfortunately - @halaboyz - eric (completed) 📱

under the spotlight: ride along - @sunlightwoo - sunwoo (completed) 📱 ⭐

by fate - @cuppasunu - eric sohn (completed) 📄 ⭐

NCT 💜

fireflies - @markleebee - renjun (completed) 📱 ⭐

WAYV 💜

the following six fics are a college sm au series by @princekunge

the muse - xiaojun - (completed) 📱 ⭐

the lab partner - yangyang - (completed) 📱 ⭐

the librarian - lucas - (completed) 📱

the singer - hendery - (completed) 📱

the critic - ten (completed) 📱

the rival - kun (ongoing) 📱

SEVENTEEN 💜

iris beauty - @wonunuu - jeonghan (completed) 📱 ⭐

still loving you - @wonunuu - jeonghan (sequel to the above) 📱

falling for u - @memesolvernonchwe - joshua (completed) 📱

ENHYPEN 💜

break my heart right back - @ddeonuism - jay 📄

take my heart but please don't break it - @envirae - 02z - 📱 & 📄 ⭐

TXT 💜

a star called you - @scintillasofbeomgyu - beomgyu (ongoing) 📱

people watching - @bluhr - soobin/heeseung (completed) 📱 & 📄 ⭐

stuck on you - @btxtreads - soobin (completed) 📱 & 📄 ⭐

EXO 💜

to be replaced - @biaswreckingfics - byun baekhyun (completed) 📄 ⭐

[icallhimjoey]

Today He Loved You Extra

♥ ♥          Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader 

part one - part two Summary: You are an Independent Woman™ but overestimate yourself. You hurt yourself because although very strong, you’re also a dumb bitch and Joe takes care of you. CW / disclaimer: mention of blood, mention of fingernail bending in a way it shouldn’t, rpf (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy), fem!reader

Author’s note: if squirmy, maybe don’t read because I don’t need you passing out (like r does in this fic) take care of yourselves babes and pls be kind to me 

Word count: 4.5k

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A sudden loud bang snapped Joe out of his slumber in an instant. Joe was in your cozy bed, soft silky sheets, with arms tightly squeezing the pillow his head rested on; it was all far too comfortable, and Joe’s early morning drowsiness relaxed him back down. Only for a second, though.

“Ow, ow ow ow, fuck!” you hissed through the sharp pain, jumping from one foot to the other on your tippy toes, feet cold on the kitchen tiles. You were clutching one hand with the other. Your breath was sharp, and you peeked at your fingernail. “No, no, no, no,” your cries became louder at the sight of blood. You weren't sure what happened exactly, but your fingernail had gotten stuck in something and bent a way it wasn’t meant to, ripping itself in half leaving jagged painful and bloody edges right across the nail-bed. Stupid drawer, you huffed and frustratingly gave it a kick only to now also have hurt your foot on its sharp corner, making you wince loudly again.

“You ‘kay?” Joe called out for you, still in the bed, but wide awake now and awaiting your reaction before getting up and out.

“Y- Yes.” your voice sounded shakily unsure, but annoyed. Joe waited and listened as you cursed under your breath.

“Don’t tell me yes when you mean no!” Joe’s voice was groggy still, now finally swinging his legs out of the bed, sitting up. “I’m fine.” You confirmed, even angrier this time. Maybe early-morning-renovating wasn’t the best decision you’d made but being punished by ripping a fingernail and hurting your own foot in response seemed cruel.

“Oof, let me see.” Joe walked in, eyes squinty from the early morning light, and had seen you look at your bloody fingertip, your face giving away that you were in fact not fine. He carefully took your hand into his, but you flinched and tensed up as you tried to pull it away from him. His grip on your wrist was too strong, not letting go, he blinked a few times to focus and look closely. You tried to get a better look yourself too. He hissed through his teeth at the sight of it. His painful facial expression didn’t comfort you in the slightest.

“Why is it bleeding so much? What do I do?” you sounded way more panicked than you felt comfortable with. You know, being a strong independent woman and that.   “You are not going to do anything for right now,” Joe spoke like a schoolteacher, guiding you to the sofa and sitting you down, still holding onto your wrist as he kneeled in front of you. His knee pressed the part of your foot you’d hurt before, and you winced. “Sorry, sorry,” his other hand covering your foot and rubbing before also giving that a peek. It looked fine, no broken skin.   “I’m not sure what happened, but I think it bent backwards.” Saying it aloud suddenly made you feel woozy.   “I think I need to-” the strength in your voice left you the second you felt blood dripping down your wrist. That’s too much blood, you thought, seeing it also cover Joe’s skin. The colour drained from you face quickly.   “Let me.” Joe’s strong hand took hold of the side of your neck by ways of supporting your head. “Just hold onto me.” He guided your right arm to sling over his shoulder, but it was already too late and your arm limply dropped down the side of him. “Careful, careful,” Joe’s soothing voice sounded far away, almost as if it was under water, the ringing in your ears quickly overtaking it. Your vision went blurry for just a second before it was all lights out.    “There she is,” your head was pounding as you came to, instantly panicked, big eyes staring up at the ceiling trying to find focus.   “You’re okay, you’re okay.” You felt fingers caressing your face, sweeping your hair back as you laid out on the sofa. The air around you felt cold. “You left me for a second.”   You were too scared to move, but your eyes darted around wildly, locating your surroundings until they locked with Joe’s. “Hey,” he smiled softly. You felt pressure on your hand and looked down to see your left hand, wrapped up in a tea towel clutched tightly by Joe’s fist. You groaned loudly, incredibly annoyed with yourself.   “Pathetic.” You croaked before trying to sit up, but Joe held you down.

“Absolutely not.” His voice was stern.

“I’m fine.” You huffed, trying to sit up again, but Joe’s hold on you was unwavering. 

“Hey, breathe with me.” Joe started slow and deep inhales, followed by excruciatingly long exhales. 

It was only then that you realized you were practically hyperventilating before, your body tense and overcome by adrenaline. You were unsure if it was the sight of blood that got to you, or the visual image of a nail bending backwards and snapping. 

“That’s it.” 

You sunk deeper into the sofa cushions as you let go of the tension in your muscles. Even when you were sure you couldn't get any more relaxed, Joe kept breathing with you until he was 100% positive his hissy-fit girlfriend had slowed her heart-rate down enough to not black out once more. When he saw an embarrassed smile creep onto your face, he leant in for a smooch. 

“Good morning.” 

“Morning.” 

You counted your blessings. Joe would often say he was the luckiest, but you’d always disagree. You were the luckiest. Joe was so calm. So mature. So very well put together. So emotionally balanced, making well-thought-through decisions, weighing options, and using his actual intelligence – you could never.

You often felt childish – dumb almost – next to this man. Joe would read intricate poetry books, losing himself in deeper meaning behind words. You’d doom-scroll TikTok. For hours. The way you shared your palette with a toddler, lacking sophistication in every sense of the word. Where Joe would go for cultured flavours and order dishes in restaurants far too exotic, you were happiest munching your way through a bag of Haribo bears. Joe wasn’t posh, but his air could be, so people mistook him and treated him like he was. 

And you were just you. One poor choice after the other. A giggle at the wrong moment. A bloody bent-back nail on a Sunday morning. A nail that had left you panicked, fainted, and now woefully lying on your sofa with your boyfriend crouched down next to you, holding onto it tightly. Just to make sure you were alright. You were the absolute luckiest. 

“I know this is going to ruin your plans for the day,” Joe started, eyes locked on yours. “But we might just need to have a doctor look at your finger.” You both peeked down at the tea towel Joe was still clutching around your hand. “I can feel your heartbeat through the fabric.” Joe confessed. “It hurts like a bitch,” you laughed, needing to in order to keep tears at bay. 

“Come on,” Joe slowly helped you sit up and you took moment to readjust. “I’m sorry,” you felt awful. Guilt was written all over your face. “I should’ve-” you started, but Joe stopped you.

“What have I told you before?”

“I know, but I-”

“What did I tell you?” Joe interrupted again. 

You sighed and let your shoulders drop. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

In your history together, you had found yourself in this position many times before. You remembered calling Joe in the middle of the night after missing the last train because you’d decided that a random girl needed your help getting the heel of her shoe out of a drain grate. You remembered how hot flushed your cheeks felt as your full body felt ashamed of yourself, having to wake up a friend to come get you in the middle of the night. Or when you’d mindlessly eaten chocolates from a fancy box in his fridge because they looked so nice, not realizing he’d especially bought those for his mother. His mother, whose 50th birthday it had been that day. Or the countless times when you forgot you’d be meeting up with him some place, and instead had gone to the pub with your sister, already slightly tipsy when he’d call, asking if you’d take much longer. 

You’d realize you’d done something wrong and would be afraid to come clean to Joe. Instead, you’d adopted the habit of texting him a bunch of exclamation points. It had become code for “shit shit shit shit” and Joe would always immediately call you, usually finding you in a frenzy, or worse, mid panic attack, not knowing what to tell him and so you’d just repeat the word sorry over and over. 

It felt like your apologies never ended. And you promised to better yourself every time. 

It had gotten ahead when you’d borrowed his car and due to slippery roads (and you were sure your lack of attention to the road because Kelly Clarkson was on and you couldn’t not sing along) had gotten yourself into an accident. You were fine. The car hadn’t been. You had texted Joe exclamation points, followed by a photo of his car. Panicked and crying, you couldn’t stop apologizing and Joe had snapped over the phone. You knew there’d be a moment in time where Joe would be done with you. You’d be sick of you too, so you didn’t blame him. He had hung up on you and you had felt so abandoned but totally agreed that this is was fair. 

His flatmate had given him a ride to find you. When he got out of the car, you were ready to accept your fate. Joe was there to yell at you and break up with you and this was going to be over. You couldn’t be more wrong. Instead, Joe had rushed over and crushed your shaking frame, checking you over to see if you were okay before embracing you tightly. And so you had started crying again, and mumbled the only word you felt in your chest Joe needed to hear. 

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

“Stop it! You’ve got to stop it!” he had shouted, shutting you up in an instant. Joe had shocked himself, and had immediately calmed his demeanor, but you’d seen the anger for a second and in turn he’d seen your fear in response. This is it, you thought, thinking you’d been right before. But your expectations weren’t met when you realized he wasn’t angry with you over crashing the car, but over the endless repeating of the word sorry. 

“There’s no need to keep saying sorry. I won’t have it. Stop apologizing.” He had cupped your face, tilting it upwards, and placed small kisses underneath your eyes, tasting your tears as he went, trying his absolute best to erase any trace of fear. “You didn’t do this on purpose. You’ve got to stop acting as if you did. All I care about is if you’re safe.” It had only made you sob more. The acceptance this man gave you felt undeserved of. And it wasn’t just you who thought so; your dad and sister had wholeheartedly agreed with you.    

“That’s what you want? You sure you want to spend your life with that?” your sister sat next to Joe at the bowling alley and nodded her head at you.

It was your turn, and for good luck you had kissed your own hand before gripping a light bowling ball and accidentally launching it across a few lanes, interrupting other people’s games. You ran after it on the slick wooden floor, making you dad shout for you to leave it, but you’d already made your way over, apologizing to other families as you went. Your slippery bowling shoes didn’t help your speed, causing unnecessary delay. Your smile remained on your face, and your family was equal amounts annoyed and entertained by your actions.

Your sister shook her head laughing, no malicious intent, but very aware of who you were as a person when she’d asked Joe if he was sure he wanted to be with you. Joseph scrunched his face and went, “It’s awful, isn’t it?” making your sister laugh. He continued to shrug and with raised eyebrows gestured his hands around as if to say he also didn’t understand why his heart wanted what it wanted.

Your family had known Joe for years, but it was only recent that they came to know of him as more than just your friend. He was a boyfriend now, and your family had taken no time to make fun of him for it. 

“Is he alright? Feel his forehead.” Your dad had said after you’d broken the news to him. Even though you knew your dad was poking fun, you complied. “Shit you’re right, I don’t think you’re well Joey.” You tried your absolute best to keep a straight face, your hands splayed out and shoved into Joe’s face, covering nearly all of it. “This face is boiling.” You had made your dad laugh and burst into giggles yourself when Joe had opened his mouth underneath your hands and tried to bite at your fingers.

You made your way back to your lane, bowling ball clutched tightly, a proud smile on your face for having been able to retrieve it.

“Sorry guys, sorry!” you turned back towards the pins and gave your palm another kiss for good luck.

“Gross!” your dad had yelled out. “Do you know how many hands have touched those?!” he pointed at the bowling ball in your hands.

“It’s for good luck!” you argued, making him shake his head at you.

“Unbelievable.” Joe heard him comment under his breath, making him chuckle. Your dad turned to him and wished him good luck with ‘that one’.

This time you were much more careful with the bowling ball and only gave it a soft push resulting in the ball stopping halfway down the lane.

“Jesus Christ,” your dad pushed you aside and swung a much heavier bowling ball right at yours, delivering both to the end and knocking over a few pins. You cheered as if you’d done it yourself, looking up at the screen for the points that appeared behind your name. Your dad gave you a shove, you karate-chopped him away from you, your sister shouted “No fighting!” – it was all playful banter and you reveled in it.

“I love bowling,” you said as you sat down next to Joe, his arm immediately around your shoulders. “Obviously.” He commented. “You’re great at it!” he complimented, followed by a beat before the both of you laughed. 

  At the doctor’s, your leg bounced impatiently as you had a stare down with the clock on the wall. This was taking far too long for a man in a white coat to roll his eyes at the insignificance of your injury. You felt silly being there, but you agreed when Joe had said better safe than sorry.

“It won’t make time go faster,” Joe squeezed your knee as you relaxed your leg. It only took a second for your other leg to start shaking. Joe dramatically fell over your lap to clutch the other leg, trying to get it to stop shaking too. It made you laugh, some sweet comic relief. You leant down over your boyfriend, giving the fabric of the T-shirt he was wearing a peck.

You weren’t allowing yourself to admit how nervous you were. They were going to have to touch your finger. They would unravel the tea towel and it would stick to your skin with dried blood. And the nail would be attached still, but not by much, and they were going to have to remove it. And it would start bleeding again. They would have to clean it with alcohol or something else that would sting and-

“You’re getting worked up.” Joe interrupted your thoughts, noticing your breathing had gotten shallow. “Does it still hurt now?”.

You looked at the tea towel and felt beating, but no pain, so you shook your head. “I’m scared it will though,” you confessed, nodding towards a door where you’d seen a couple people disappear into as their names had been called.

Joe would never tell you, but this is when he loved you most. It gave him a sense of purpose he rarely got to experience around you. You were scared and let him see, and he was there with arms to wrap around you and lips to press against your forehead and hands to swoop hair behind your ears. He almost felt smug about it. Joe was always offering help and very often you’d not let him, so when you did? Magic.

“I’m never going to get the kitchen done,” your voice was tiny, it shocked worry into Joe. You only said it because you wanted him to tell you that of course you were. You were skilled! You could do this! My strong girlfriend! However, Joe didn’t comply.

“That’s okay, we can cook at my place.” It’d earned a soft chuckle from you.

“Or we can just go out for meals.” You suggested.

“I mean, I’m not made of money, but sure.”

“You’re an actor, surely we’ll have it all on the house.”

That got him. Joe’s head fell back with laughter, filling the quiet room with his loud joyful voice. It made you grin.

“Can I get the steak on the house please? Side salad on the house?” Joe started a bit, pretending to be sat at a table in a restaurant, miming pointing at dishes on a menu. 

“With some on-the-house-champagne for the table,” you added. 

“I’d like to make a reservation for two at seven… on the house.” Joe mimed being on the phone. 

“Is that for big famous actor Joseph Quinn? Oh but of course, on the house!” you also had brought your hand to your ear, pretending to take Joe’s call. But when your other hand pretended to write down the reservation, you were brought back into reality harshly as you winced in pain. You’d been right before; blood had dried, and the fabric of the towel was now stuck to the skin of your exposed nail-bed. Joe’s hands immediately clasped around yours. 

“Y/N?” a doctor in a white coat called from the other side of the room. Finally. You quickly got up, Joe doing the same, but you weren’t having it. 

“I’ll see you in a minute,” you said, patting his upper arm before walking away from your boyfriend, graciously smiling at the doctor as you greeted him. You could handle this by yourself, a feeling of independence washed over you, not unlike the first time you ever went into a doctor’s office without a parent. 

Joe watched you walk away, pride practically dripping off of you. Yep. Okay. There you were. His tongue pushed into his cheek as he slowly shook his head from left to right. You were unbelievable. Joe had been wrong before. This is when he loved you most, and today, he loved you extra. 

You’d been in there for only ten minutes. The way you had walked into that office is not the way you came back out. Emotions stuck high and tight in your throat. Once you’d sat down and had them look at your finger, you felt like an idiot for having gone in alone. The realization that going in by yourself also meant having to sit through it by yourself had tightened your chest. Every doctor’s touch had been painful. You had wanted Joe to hold your hand, to distract you from what was happening to the other. You’d very clearly overestimated yourself. 

Joe saw how you tried to keep it together as you thanked the doctor before turning to face Joe. Your finger was wrapped up in white bandage as you held it up against your chest, your lips tight, making sure they wouldn’t quiver. 

“I’m all right,” you said before Joe could even ask, not sure who you were trying to fool. “Finger’s fine, nail will grow back, and it’ll look like nothing ever happened,” you blinked tears away as your voice went up nearly an octave from when you started speaking to the end of the sentence. 

“Come on, you can cry in the car,” Joe said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing you tight, guiding you out of the building. 

part two   

[etherealacademia]

hey, i love your blog so much!! i’ve seen you giving anons advice and i’m in an interesting situation rn so here goes...

i’m a high school senior, and i’m intensely interested in my studies and i want to study classics, latin, and linguistics at a pretty competitive school. the issue is, i have inattentive adhd and it’s gotten way worse since school went virtual. my grades have dropped super low, i usually get all As and Bs but i got two Cs last quarter. i have no motivation to even get out of bed anymore and i really hate feeling this way all the time.

do you have any suggestions or recommendations for what i can do?? anything would be appreciated... im sorry for dumping my personal issues on you :(

have a lovely night ♥︎

have you spoken to a doctor abt medication for your ADHD? do you have a therapist or a good support system in your life? if any ppl with ADHD want to leave a comment w/ advice, pls do! i’m not diagnosed with it so i don’t feel like i’m the best authority on the matter