#but i hope this helps u miss them less🥹

[crybabyfucktoy]

We all miss your tits

ignore the stupid lips👀 I was making a dum dum face for daddy when I took this 🥴

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙talk soon! | PG10˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: pierre gasly x leclerc!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: jus fluff, play fighting, ignore any & all dates

summary: in which your brothers (especially one in particular) think they have a stake in your dating life

a/n: i loveee leclerc!reader fanfics & protective brothers so this is a smash for me

request!!!: a smau where reader is charles sister and he discovers she is dating pierre from paparazzi photos and he goes fully protective older brother mode but in the end he is happy for them

my masterlist

fc: various brunettes from pinterest

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ynleclerc hiiiiii

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user1 hiii y/n

user2 hi y/n we miss you!

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user3 the second pic ! ! ! !

user4 stop soft launching we wanna know who it is now xx

charles_leclerc you & me both...

user5 CHARLES?!

alexandrasaintmleux y/n! i miss you please let's do lunch soon

ynleclerc im there 🥹🫶

user6 soso cute

yourbff my beauty

ynleclerc love you

lilymhe ur too good at being cool

ynleclerc want some lessons? (im just desperate to hang out with you)

lilymhe please! (me too i miss you)

user7 WAG BFFSSSS

user8 y/n is so cool i wish i was her

arthur_leclerc where even are you right now

ynleclerc only paris

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f1gossip pierre gasly spotted in public with y/n leclerc for the second time this week at the french open... is it just me or do they look pretty cosy together?

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user14 they're cute but im scared

user15 arthur in the likes loooool

user16 Y/N HIDE!!!!

user17 PIERRE HIDE

user18 omg they're so cute

user19 they dont gaf about hiding 🙈

charles_leclerc Y/N TEXT ME BACK

arthur_leclerc this isnt her post cha

charles_leclerc @.ynleclerc text me back.

ynleclerc 😊

user20 HAHAHAHA

user21 free her omg

user22 i hope at least arthur will protect y/n 🫡

arthur_leclerc nah im staying out of this one.....

user23 ARTHUR!! HELP OUR GIRL

arthur_leclerc she did this to herself unfortunately

ynleclerc my phone is staying on sleep mode & we're fleeing the country as i type this

charles_leclerc y/n where are you i just arrived in paris

ynleclerc 🫡 goodbye all

user24 screaming

user25 not all this on an f1 gossip page HAHAH

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arthur_leclerc oh this is bold

pierregasly scared for my life lowkey

user26 oh u guys r too cute together

user27 wish i could see ur dms rn

user28 i wouldnt wish to be u guys rn 😭😭

alexandrasaintmleux just for the record, i support you guys 🫶

pierregasly needed to hear this, thanks

user29 she looks soo happy

user30 obsessed with u guys together actually

lorenzotl sorry about charles

pierregasly 👍

charles_leclerc count your days, gasly

ynleclerc 📍 valencia

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ynleclerc holiday, continued

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user31 ugh she's living my dream

user32 hard launch?

user33 oh her brother's are gonna love this 😂

user34 charles hasnt even liked

alexandrasaintmleux u with the kitty 🐈 wouldn't expect any less

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user35 obsessed w alexandra ignoring her bf's drama

lorenzotl hope you're enjoying 🏝️

ynleclerc the peace & quiet? absolutely

lorenzotl come home soon please

ynleclerc 🤔

user36 hahaha he's begging

user37 i jus know charles is insufferable rn

arthur_leclerc cue charles in 3, 2, 1...

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charles_leclerc lovely! now call me back

charles_leclerc if you have time to instagram you can text me back!!!

charles_leclerc y/n?

ynleclerc dont worry cha, im safe 🫶

charles_leclerc proof please.

user38 wait why is this kinda cute...

pierregasly ❤️

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charles_leclerc STAY AWAY FROM HER

user39 ...nvm

pierregasly 📍 brussels

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pierregasly what the lady wants, the lady most certainly gets

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user40 the third pic omg

user41 charles is not going to be happy.....

user42 SHE LOOKS SO HOT THO

yukitsunoda0511 very bold

pierregasly too bold?

yukistunoda0511 i'll let charles be the decider of that...

flavy.barla oh y/n is so beautiful <3

pierregasly i know right?

ynleclerc oh im blushing now 🤭

user43 oh to be y/n

user44 giggling at this post & im not even y/n

user45 same omg even jus the caption ...

user46 this is soo pinterest mood board

yourbff holiday goals (gf goals)

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landonorris 👀

ynleclerc THIS IS NOT FOR YOUR EYES

landonorris 👀

pierregasly lando, no.

landonorris 👀

ynleclerc im calling charles

landonorris WAIT NO

lorenzotl oh no

arthur_leclerc run, hide, take cover, etc. etc.

charles_leclerc what the

charles_leclerc WHAT IS THIS

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user47 sooo cute

user48 favs omg i love their friendship

user49 is y/n back in monaco!! 👀

user50 & where is charles hahah

arthur_leclerc is y/n home and hanging out with you first?

alexandrasaintmleux ...no comment

arthur_leclerc oh charles is gonna be happy 😃

charles_leclerc ????

alexandrasaintmleux salut mon amour 🥰

charles_leclerc return my sister to me please

alexandrasaintmleux oui oui she's coming home 🫣

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ynleclerc balance has been restored ✨

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user51 the second pic ahahahah are they being held hostage

ynleclerc you cant see her but alex is off camera with a gun

user52 omg y/n 😭😭😭

yukitsunoda0511 so no more comment section arguing? 🤨

ynleclerc this i can't guarantee unfortunately

yukitsunoda0511 oh dont worry, we all love the drama

ynleclerc 🤨

user53 HAHAH one of us one of us

user54 i actually love them together

user55 TOO CUTE

user56 forever a ferrari girl omg🥹🥹🥹

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alexandrasaintmleux finally 💞

ynleclerc you're telling me !!!

user57 sisters in law🥹🫶✨

arthur_leclerc disappointed. i love when you & charles are arguing

ynleclerc pot stirrer.

charles_leclerc very mature of you art.

user58 hahah how often do they argue omg

charles_leclerc i guess ur still my favourite sister

ynleclerc im ur only sister

charles_leclerc so?

ynleclerc i should always be ur favourite sister

charles_leclerc well sometimes you arent

lorenzotl ENOUGH PLEASEE!!!!

user58 HAHAH arguing again omg

user59 the most sibling siblings i've ever seen

pierregasly love you & your (crazy) family 🩷

ynleclerc love you for accepting me & all my baggage 🫣🫶

THE END 🩷

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Fireleaf (Part Thirteen)

Hi! Hope you’re all well 🥰 just wanted to say thank you, as always, for the lovely support on this series; @greeneyedivy and I really do read all your comments and appreciate them 🥹

Warnings: Some smut. Depictions of violence.

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Oh, you were so very, incredibly fucked.

If such a revelation hadn’t struck you like a ton of bricks already, well — it certainly had now. 

There was no getting away from the fact as you stood across the room from Lucien and watched. Watched him flicking through a book with a child on each knee. 

This was the third village you’d stopped at, now, and yet he didn’t seem to tire one bit. He’d showed the same keen enthusiasm with every family he spoke to, every child he took the time to chat and play with. Eyes alert and glistening. Cheeks slightly flushed. 

You didn’t think you’d ever seen him smile so much. 

And it was for that reason that your eyes repeatedly strayed to him as you saw to the little girl in front of you, who, when Lucien had asked what toy she’d like to play with, had said she wanted you to put a braid in her hair like you had in yours. 

Poppy, her name was. Poppy, who just so happened to also have bright, Vanserra-red hair. 

It didn’t exactly help to still the rapid melting of your heart. 

“Why is it called a fishtail?” Poppy asked you — full of questions, now that her initial shyness had dissipated. 

You smiled fondly, recalling that you’d once asked the same of Linden. “Because,” you leaned around her, showing her the strands of hair that you’d braided, “see how the hair is weaved together? It looks like a fish’s scales. Cool, huh? I wear a braid in my hair every day.”

You didn’t know why your eyes crept to Lucien again right in that moment. Or perhaps, deep down, you did. Your braid, that had once solely reminded you of Linden, had other thoughts attached to it, now. Thoughts of his firm, intricate fingers pinching the hair. Russet eyes catching it when you moved.

Those russet eyes stared back at you from across the room. 

Lucien’s gaze met yours, and you found your cheeks heating. You shifted, refocusing your gaze on Poppy.

But children, of course, did not miss a trick.

“Are you and Lucien married?” She asked, tipping her head back to look at you.

You suppressed the urge to choke, fastening her little braid with a band. “Me and Lucien? No. We’re…friends.”

It still felt weird saying that. Even though there’d been nothing but warm, good feeling between you the entire day, you felt like you were waiting for old habits to seep back in. For him to change his mind about wanting to be your friend.

“My papa smiles at my mama like that.” Poppy continued — and you knew. Knew that Lucien was still looking your way, even though you avoided his gaze. 

“Finished.” You knelt in front of her, brushing her gorgeous, vibrant hair forward. “We match now, see?”

“Pretty.”

Well. That deep voice certainly hadn’t come from the little girl in front of you. You stiffened slightly, glancing over your shoulder to find that Lucien had approached. 

He was smiling. Utterly in his element. And he kneeled beside you, also studying Poppy’s hair. 

“It suits you, Pops.” He grinned brilliantly. “Y/N did a good job, huh?”

Pops. He visited these villages so often, made such an effort with the less fortunate families, that he had nicknames for the children. 

An urge arose in you to hug him. You quickly shoved it away. 

Poppy was beaming, utterly delighted, but her brow furrowed as Lucien turned to you and said, “We should probably get going before it gets late.” 

The disappointment in the little girl’s face had you almost tempted to pitch up in that room and stay the night. But you knew you’d taken enough of a risk, today, by just coming here. By disappearing from the estate with Lucien, before everyone else had even woken up. You’d left a note for Dion, informed him that you were helping Lucien run some errands, but…best not to push it. 

“Can’t you stay longer?” Poppy frowned up at Lucien.

Lucien smiled gently at her. “Wish we could, sweetheart, but we need to get home. But I’ll come see you all again real soon, okay?” 

The little girl’s green eyes slid to you. “You, too, Y/N?” 

You hadn’t thought your heart could possibly swell any more, and yet there you were, wanting to snatch the child up into your arms and squeeze her tight. So little, these families had. So much they wanted for and lacked – and yet what she’d enjoyed the most from the day wasn’t the toys, but the company. The ability to forget and be a normal child for a little while. 

“I’ll come back, too.” You smiled, tucking her braid behind her ear. “Promise.” 

As you readied yourselves to leave, you were met with similar protests from the other children – and from some of the adults, too, who offered you dinner; offered to share the food they had so little of. And it was mighty tempting, to stay in the company of people who were real, genuine. Who cared about things other than social standing and wealth. Who smiled, despite their many reasons not to. Being around them for the day had been…refreshing, in its own roundabout way. 

But there was no use putting off the inevitable. Pretending that you didn’t have your own reality to get back to. 

With the evenings being lighter, now, the sun was a dusky hue of pinks and oranges as the two of you set off on your horses. You rode side-by-side in a comfortable silence, nothing but utter peace between the two of you. Even as little as a week earlier, you wouldn’t have imagined you and Lucien being so at ease with one another. And yet it just felt…natural.

Like you should have been friends this whole time. 

You’d enjoyed the steady quiet for a while, just the sounds of your horses’ hooves clopping against the path, before you became aware of Lucien’s gaze set firmly on you. It was ridiculous — the reactions a mere glance of his drew from your body. The way it thrilled you all over to know that he was just…looking at you. For what reason, and for how long, you didn’t know.

You turned your head, meeting his stare with a raised eyebrow. “What is it?”

His head tilted, hair rippling beautifully in the evening light. “You’re good with children.”

That drew a short laugh from you. “You didn’t think I would be? Am I not soft enough? Too much of a dragon, perhaps?”

“No—I mean…I didn’t mean…I figured you hadn’t had many dealings with them—”

“Lucien.” You cracked a wicked grin. “I’m teasing you.”

He stared at you — and then snorted, shaking his head. Amusement danced in his eyes as he focused forward once more, and you…you wanted to laugh. To continue to grin. To enjoy this. It felt good. Better than good. 

It felt right.

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Pausing your journey home to watch the sun set had seemed like a good idea at the time, when the mellow hues of the skies had shifted and bled into a vast expanse of deep blues and blacks pockmarked with stars. 

It hadn’t seemed like such a good idea when you’d finally ascended the long, winding path up to the Vanserra Estate, and the very late hour had become all too apparent to you. The manor was cloaked in darkness, the entire place just as still and slumbering as it had been when you’d set off in the morning.

You and Lucien had been gone together the entire day, and that…that was sure to raise a few eyebrows.

But you decided that was a problem to be faced after some sleep — not now, when you were still so blissfully warm inside from spending the day how you had. Doing something good and constructive and necessary, instead of just walking prettily around the grounds of the estate. 

You and Lucien returned your horses to the stables, a strange energy zipping between you. Because you knew it was time to call it a day, to say goodnight, and yet you didn’t want the day to end just yet. 

You’d enjoyed yourself. When was the last time you could honestly say that?

It was what had you turning to Lucien, who was gathering up the empty sacks that had held the supplies and toys, and asking him, “Want some help with those?”

And gods, it was so pathetic — because those firm, golden arms, corded with muscle, could quite easily manage a pile of empty hessian sacks. Lucien met your gaze, like he knew the true reason behind your offer, and your cheeks flushed. You waited for teasing or rejection—

But then he straightened himself out, handing you a handful of the sacks. His tone was hushed. “They’re kept in one of the outbuildings at the back.”

Which meant crossing the vast green of the estate, over to the cluster of older buildings that housed a whole array of random items. Lucien held the stable door open for you, and you slipped back out into the night, the two of you seeming to silently pretend that the pile of coarse sacks you each carried held the weight of the world. 

Anything to make your best day yet stretch just a little bit longer. 

Lucien led you into the crumbling outbuilding, allowing just a single, dim faelight to light the area. It was strangely…cosy in there. You looked around at the few shelves stacked against the wall, the old, worn chair in the corner. Even a throw was draped over the back of it. 

He took the sacks from your hands, reading the look on your face. “If the weather’s bad,” he said, “I come in here to read instead. Just like the barn you hole yourself up in — nobody bothers to find me here.”

You studied him, feeling strangely…touched, that he’d shared it with you. He could have just explained the space away as a disused building that old tat was kept in, but lo and behold, as you peered closer, you glimpsed the few books scattered about. A couple of daggers and some wooden carvings. Some leather-bound journals. It seemed incredibly personal—

“I have the only key.” He explained, as if he’d read your thoughts. Again. “I snagged it ages ago and nobody noticed. Nobody comes in here anyway.”

You couldn’t help smiling. So this was one of the places he might be when he appeared to have wandered off. Wrapped up in a blanket, reading and writing…

Gods, this day had utterly destroyed your misconceptions about him. Which wasn’t a bad thing, but…dangerous. Risky.

You cleared your throat, figuring you should probably get out of there. “Thank you for letting me come with you today. Really — I enjoyed it.”

Lucien turned, staring at you. There was a strange quality to his features. Something pensive and brooding, and yet…soft. Accepting.

“I enjoyed it, too.” He said quietly.

You nodded once. And made no effort to move. He watched you.

“You’re a good person, Lucien.”

You could have sworn a light pink pinched at his cheeks. He dipped his chin, allowing his hair to shield him for a moment, as though your words had touched some unseen, unreachable part of him. He was…still. Thinking. Until he glanced up again.

“It was nice…” He took a slow step towards you. “You know — not fighting.”

Right. Yes. The peace had been nice, had been good. You were friends. now, and it was—

Lucien stopped a hair’s-breadth away from you. Close enough for your bodies to brush. Every single one of your senses was on high alert as he stared down at you.

“Yeah—yes.” You forced yourself to respond. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. “It’s way better…being friends.”

“Yep.” He dipped his chin. “Friends.”

You swallowed. Nodded. “Friends.”

Being friends was appropriate. Sensible. Responsible. 

What was none of those things was the way Lucien closed that tiny, minuscule gap between you. The way his hand went down to your waist, and he began walking you backwards, backing you up until you were boxed in against the wall. 

He was so, so close to you, now, his hair brushing your face. And he just…stared. Stared down at you.

He stood like that for so long, unmoving, that you forced your eyes up to his. And the intensity in his gaze almost had you looking away again. 

Those dark eyes were like pure, scorching fire. His mouth was slightly parted, and his tongue ran over his bottom lip, his throat bobbing on a hard swallow. His other hand — the one not occupied by your waist — moved to your face. 

And the touch was feather-light. So soft, so gentle, as he cupped your face in his large hand. His eyes didn’t move from yours, not once, as the rough pad of his thumb brushed over your cheekbone, down and along your jaw, across to your lips, where it lingered. 

“Friends.” He repeated the word — like he was trying to remind himself of it. 

And you…you nodded. 

It seemed like an eternity passed of him just staring. Gazing down at you. You couldn’t understand what he might be seeing or thinking or feeling. What might be going through that mind of his. Your friend. 

“…what is it?” You asked quietly, surprisingly wary of the answer.

But the answer that came wasn’t a verbal one. Not as Lucien’s eyes gripped yours. 

And then he was dipping his head just a little, his breath fanning your face. He swallowed again—

And then his lips were sliding over yours. Soft. Gentle. Slow. Not a bruising, needy kiss, but a kiss that was for…for feeling. For experiencing. 

It reminded you of the kiss Linden had given you when you’d asked him to show you passion and intimacy. One that was light and exploring, barely-there and yet entirely consuming all at once.

And you were powerless to it. 

You’d just threaded your fingers through Lucien’s hair when he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. 

“You are so not what I expected.” He murmured, and then he kissed you again.

There was more fervour in it this time. More need. His hands fell to your waist, tugging you up and against him, and his tongue brushed the seam of your mouth and slipped in the second you granted him entrance. You couldn’t help moaning against him as your hands explored him — the broad expanse of his shoulders, his back, his sides. This was absolutely not what friends did, and yet neither of you had the power to stop as your fingers inched around, grasping at the buttons on his breeches. 

Lucien groaned as your hands brushed the hard evidence of his arousal through the fabric. He pulled away just slightly, pressing his forehead against yours, the words breathless as he bit out, “I want you.”

And you wanted — needed — him. On you and in you, touching you. You wanted the hair-raising pleasure that you knew damn well he delivered.

You wrapped your leg around his, pressing him against you, and another groan whooshed out of him that he smothered with a kiss. 

There was nothing quick about what followed. It wasn’t like the burst of anger and passion that had existed in that little room at the inn. Neither of you sunk to your knees to prolong what happened. 

But it was different. And it was evident to you almost as soon as both of you had shoved your breeches down, and Lucien was hiking your leg up and lining the head of his cock up with your entrance. 

Different — in the way that his eyes stayed locked on yours as he pushed into you, your mouth falling open on a gasp. Different in the way that he cupped your jaw with his hand, and he leaned down to kiss you, just as he began to roll his hips.

His other hand secured on your waist, and every one of his thrusts was languid, indolent, unhurried. You’d learned from your previous escapades that the two of you were very vocal lovers, but each of your gasps and moans and groans were hushed, shared just between the two of you — and not consciously so. Not because you were aware of being so close to the manor, but because around your kisses and quickening breaths, the noises he usually would have drawn from deep within you took a backseat.

That familiar, pleasant warmth coiled tightly inside you, reacting to every touch. Every thrust. Every kiss. Because Lucien kept kissing you, over and over, huffing his breaths into your mouth. 

His pace picked up, his hand sliding down to grab at your breast and then down further, further, until he was holding both of your hips and encouraging them to roll with his. The angle had him pressing into you deeper, and Lucien bit out a groan, rocking you on him and causing a delicious friction that licked through you like spreading flames. 

“Y/N.” He ground out, gasping. “Holy gods—”

Your arms came up, hands splaying on his back and pressing him against you, and the intimacy was almost too much, almost had you looking away, but Lucien’s eyes commanded you to hold his as you gasped and writhed, the crescendo of sensations building and curling—

And then the flames snapped out, claiming you and Lucien both at the same time. Those last few thrusts of his hips were harder, faster, and he was staggering, pressing his hand to the wall to hold himself up as he slid his lips over yours once more, swallowing every one of your breathless moans and emptying his own into your mouth as he spilled inside you. 

His body went still, and his mouth parted from yours — just for a split second. Just to take a breath. And then he was kissing you again. A trembling hand rested on the back of your neck, kneading the muscles there.

It seemed like ages before he was pulling out of you, the sensation in itself causing you to nip at his lip. He stepped back, pulling his breeches up — and pulling yours up, also. Refastening the buttons.

And then he just stared at you. 

You waited — waited for him to say something quipping and brash. Friends you may now be, but you’d overstepped the mark again. Already. And he…he was bound to regret it. Bound to take it out on you. 

But then he was reaching out. Brushing hair out your face. He leant down and pecked your lips once, quick, and pulled away. And it was…tender. Not like him. 

You didn’t get it. And after such a positive day…you weren’t sure you wanted to wait around for his regret to eventually seep in, like it undoubtedly would. 

You cleared your throat, pressing your hand against his chest. “I should…get to bed.” 

Lucien studied you. Seemed to think, for a moment, before he nodded. “Okay.”

“Thank you for today.”

“Thank you.”

You lingered a moment longer. And then you were stepping past him, trying to ignore the unsteadiness of your legs as you headed towards the door.

“…Sleep well.” Lucien said behind you.

You stopped in the doorway, glancing over your shoulder. Dipped your chin. “You, too.”

You weren’t entirely sure what had just transpired, in between you stepping into that crumbling building and now. But something had. Something was different. And it made you…panicked. Anxious. 

One day — you’d been friends for one day, and you’d already fucked it up. And you didn’t regret it, but…

But as you headed into the manor and up to your room, you weren’t stupid enough to believe that Lucien wouldn’t, either. Like he had before.

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Lucien stayed standing a while after she’d walked out, a heaviness in her shoulders that had been absent all day.

And then he’d collapsed into the chair in the corner, scrubbing a hand over his face. His lips still tingled from her touch, her taste. He wanted all of it back. All over him. 

And he knew — fucking knew what she’d been thinking when she’d hurried out of here. And he couldn’t blame her for thinking it, either.

Because Lucien had been awful to her, hadn’t he? He’d made her feel like a fleeting moment, a regret, all the previous times he’d been inside her. Especially the last time, at the inn. Why would she assume tonight to be any different?

It wasn’t just enough for him to say they were friends, now — not enough for him, and not enough for her. He needed to…to start treating her how he wanted to. How he’d wanted to for a while, now. How she deserved to be treated.

In a way that wasn’t appropriate for friends, but…friends be fucking damned. 

He couldn’t allow her to feel like a mistake when she was the furthest thing from it. 

And as he sat there, alone with his thoughts once more, her scent clinging to him, he knew there was no undoing what had changed. 

He was on a path, now. And he needed — wanted — to follow it.

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You were trying your hardest, two days later, to will enthusiasm into your features as you followed Dion to the receiving room, your arm linked through his. 

The fact that he kept shooting you concerned glances told you that he was dreading this meeting just as much as you were.

“You know,” you said. “You don’t need to keep looking at me like that.”

Dion turned his wary eyes onto you. “Like what?”

“Like you’re worried I’m going to get into a verbal sparring match with your father.”

“…Well — are you?”

“I told you, I’ll be on my best behaviour.” You paused, shooting him a wicked grin. “Just so long as he is.”

If you were speaking honestly, you’d have rather spent the morning boiling your own head than discussing the details and arrangements of your wedding with Beron, of all people. He never usually deigned to involve himself in such discussions, but as Dion had told you—

“My father’s trying to make an effort to show interest.” He said — not for the first time that hour. “We should do the same. And…”

You cocked an eyebrow. “And?”

“Well, he wasn’t best pleased when you disappeared for an entire day to aid Lucien in his errands.” He opened the patio door for you, stepping aside. “And without asking first.”

Your body went taut. “I was under the impression that I’m free to come and go from the estate as I please.”

The two of you were in the corridor, now, your voices seeming far louder. You took a step forward, but Dion pulled you to a stop. 

“You are, Y/N, it’s just…” he sighed, pursing his lips. “It’s about perception. Reputation. Everything we do is. And for you to go running off with my brother for the day without informing anyone, when you’re marrying me—”

“I did inform you. I left a note.”

The way he stared at you was…exasperated. Like he was begging you not to be difficult, confrontational, when it came to this. Because there was so much pressure on him already, and you being brash and contrary didn’t make it any easier.

“Sorry.” You sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry. In the future, I’ll…ask first.”

Even if it utterly pained you to consider doing so. To leave your independence in someone else’s hands. 

You stepped forward once more, but Dion was stopping you again. You frowned over your shoulder at him. 

“You and Lucien…” He said, and your entire body stiffened. “You’re getting along much better now.”

It wasn’t a question. A statement. One you weren’t sure why he was making. 

“…We are…” you replied, pleading that your face revealed nothing. “Turns out he’s pretty alright when he’s not brooding.”

Dion continued to stare at you. Study you. Like…like he was searching for something in your expression. What, you weren’t sure.

But then he smiled. Relaxed his shoulders.

“Good.” He said. “That’s good.”

He brushed past you, pulling you with him, and you were left with no choice but to follow as the door at the end of the hall opened, and Barric beckoned you in.

But as you stared at the back of Dion’s head, you couldn’t help wonder what the fuck he was thinking.

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Two hours. 

Two godsdamned hours of poring over wedding details you didn’t give a single glimmering fuck about. 

Your head pounded. So did Dion’s, beside you, going by the drawn look on his face. Barric looked just as bored at the table, and the Lady of Autumn was on what seemed to be her eighth or ninth cup of tea.

Not to mention the various reputable business owners that had been invited to showcase their products. Food and decorations and floral displays you might use at the wedding. Not that they’d had much success pitching what they offered. Every one of you would rather be anywhere else in that moment. 

But Beron Vanserra fucking loved this. Listening to himself talk. Feeling in charge. He’d barely let anyone else get a word in edgeways.

Your patience was wearing thin. That softly-dangerous way that he spoke was beginning to grate on you. 

You slumped back in your chair in a most unladylike way, exhaling a deep breath. His eyes flicked to yours, a cold scrape of claws on your skin. If nothing else, it kept you alert enough not to doze off in your seat. 

“So anyway,” he leaned forward, clasping his hands together on the table. “What I’m saying is that this wedding is more than a mere joining of two families. It has to be a ceremony fit for a potential High Lord. Dion is my spare, after all. If something were to happen to myself and Eris, he’d assume the role.”

Spare. The word had your lip curling, no matter how much Dion had probably been beaten over the head with it. If nobody else saw the slight tensing of his shoulders, you certainly did. You pushed your leg against his beneath the table; as close to a subtle comforting gesture as you could get.

Beron’s eyes turned onto you. “It’s not going to be some quick, fleeting nuptials in a temple with no audience. It’s a wedding, yes, but it doubles as a statement. That Dion can deliver to the people. That he can put on a wedding fit for a High Lord. People like to feel important, to feel involved in all the pomp and circumstance.” His lip, also, looked like it wanted to curl, but he kept a mild expression on his face as he said, with false humour, “No matter how much you may wish for a backstreet ceremony in a tatty pair of breeches, Y/N.”

The dig had various titters and chortles breaking out around the table. And you knew — knew that to anyone else, it would appear as your future father-in-law fondly poking fun at you. But it wasn’t. It was a jab dripping with distaste. Disapproval. 

And you were fully aware of all the information he thought he was bestowing upon you. You were no fool. To be treated as such didn’t exactly ease your tension.

“So.” The High Lord continued. “I’ve gathered here the absolute best people for the job. Bakers and caterers and florists and musicians who have done countless Vanserra weddings—”

“Actually.”

Every head in the room turned to you as you spoke. There was no mistaking the way Dion stiffened beside you. The way Beron’s eyes flashed with ire at the mere sound of your voice. And that you’d had the audacity to speak.

“With the greatest of respect,” you plastered a smile onto your face. “I was thinking we might use smaller businesses for the wedding.”

The expression on Dion’s face would have been comical if not for the thick tension that clouded the air. His eyes were wide, lips slightly parted, and the words he didn’t speak were abundantly clear: what the fuck are you doing?

Beron pursed his lips, clearly trying to rein in his tempter. “What.”

And gods, you knew you were playing a dangerous game, fucking poking an already extremely grizzly bear. But you couldn’t help yourself. Couldn’t stop yourself from putting on as much of a show as the High Lord himself had, as you clasped your hand over Dion’s on the table. Smiled at him like any adoring bride would. 

“It’s just…” Your voice was sickeningly sweet. “When I aided Lucien with his errands the other day, I saw so many brilliant, growing businesses in the little villages we passed through. There are excellent merchants all across this court that we aren’t even aware of because they hail from the less wealthy villages. But they work hard and have just as much potential. What better way to showcase their work and bring them new custom than at our wedding?”

Silence snaked around the table. And you smiled in the face of it, even as you noticed Beron’s jaw tighten. Even as Dion shifted in his seat. You squeezed his hand. 

“Uh…” was all he said. 

“Out of the question.” Beron stared at you. “We have traditions. Businesses we remain loyal to—”

“And I have the utmost respect for you all.” You turned your gaze on the merchants sitting around the table. “But once upon a time, your businesses would have needed the leg-up that we could offer to these smaller ones. Businesses that would be overlooked, simply because of where they are. Isn’t it right to give them the chance—”

“It’s a wedding. Not a charity case.” The High Lord’s tone tightened, and you knew — he was seconds from exploding, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. “And considering it is my coin that is paying for the whole affair, I will choose who supplies for the event. You just need to focus on being the beautiful, blushing bride.”

You stared at him. He stared back.

There was no room for argument — not then, anyway. And Dion made that clear by the way he tightly gripped your hand. 

The Lady of Autumn looked like she was going to faint beside Beron as he inclined his head at his guests. 

“I do apologise for the bride’s insolence.” He quirked a distasteful smile. “We are…steadily righting some of the wrongs impressed upon her from her upbringing. Too much freedom is bad for a female, no?”

Another chorus of titters broke out. Dion’s hand clamped down on yours — a warning. To sit back. To keep your mouth shut.

“I doubt we’ll be needing you for any more of the discussions.” Beron waved a hand at the two of you. “You’re both dismissed.”

You wanted to stay rooted to the spot; just to be defiant. But Dion stood up without hesitation, yanking you to your feet with him.

“Thank you for your time.” He said, bowing his head. “It’s greatly appreciated.”

You didn’t acknowledge the sentiment. Didn’t even nod. Your eyes merely locked with Beron’s, so many unspoken words lingering in the air.

And then Dion was pulling you towards the door. Out of the room. 

Only when you were in the hall did he let go of your hand and release a breath that he seemed to have been holding for the past two hours. And then he stalked towards the doors without sparing you a glance.

“Dion.” You sighed, following.

But he merely held a hand up.

He didn’t look back as he bit out, “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

And then he was storming away from you.

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Maybe you’d pushed it a tad too far. 

You hadn’t meant to. And you weren’t sorry for challenging Beron, High Lord or no. You didn’t regret speaking your mind.

You did regret how much it had obviously bothered Dion, though. Going by the way he’d avoided you for the rest of the day. 

The last thing you wanted was to cause him any grief. And you weren’t too proud to apologise for doing so. Especially with how much of a support he’d been for you since you’d arrived here. 

So after taking your supper alone late that night, you went in search of him. It turned out he could be as elusive as Lucien when he didn’t want to be found.

You looked all over the manor, in the places he could usually be found — the games room or the tea room, the library and the general study. You’d even knocked on his bedroom door…and received no response.

So perhaps he was favouring the fresh air for a change. You were just heading back downstairs, intending to check the gardens, when a strange awareness settled over you. 

The wing you wandered through was empty — as it normally was this time of night. And yet it was like walking with a hand poised on your shoulder, a figure at your back. You turned into the dim-lit corridor that had one door that opened out into library, another that led outside—

It was so suddenly that clipped footsteps rushed you from behind, there was barely a chance to glance over you shoulder as a hand snaked over your mouth, and you were yanked backwards against a hard body. 

Your attempt to scream got caught in your throat as you were dragged back, back through a door, your feet barely keeping you upright. Linden would tell you not to panic, that panicking would mean it was over for you before you had a chance to fight. You clawed at the hand covering your mouth, your nose.

You hoped it was Eris playing a prank, or even Lucien dragging you in here for some fleeting passion, but the scent that filled your nose was one of musk and too-strong aftershave—

Beron. 

The High Lord kicked the library door shut behind him. Locked it. All while he still held you in an ironclad grip. And then his hand was moving from your mouth. 

You sucked in a deep breath, but it was short-lived as his fingers grabbed the back of your neck, pressing against your skin. And then he was marching you backwards…slamming you so hard against a bookcase, it winded you and unsettled the large, heavy tomes it housed. 

You coughed, gasping and clawing for the breath that had been stolen from you. Beron slammed you back a second time, and then his hands were  pressed either side of your face, his lips pulled back in a sneer as he glared down at you. 

“I don’t know what game you’re playing at.” He snarled, his voice pure ice. “But it stops. Now.”

You couldn’t respond. Couldn’t even think over the desperate need to suck in air. You clutched your abdomen, trying to straighten yourself out. Pain splintered through you. 

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” Beron’s hand moved to your throat, his fingers lightly brushing the delicate, soft skin there. He watched his own movements like a predator sizing up its prey. “You think you’re so much more than a spoiled little girl.”

“And what are you?” You managed to choke. “You can parade your title all you like. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re a vicious, violent—”

The fierce flash in his eyes completely solidified your point. His fingers coasted the area, gentle enough to leave no physical indication that they were ever there, and he stared down at you, his eyes whirring with a million cunning thoughts.

And then he smiled. Or smirked. Or…something. You didn’t think Beron Vanserra was capable of smiling, but…the corners of his mouth twitched up, and his fingers began to crawl downwards.

“Did I not tell you,” he hummed, toying with the top button at the bust of your dress, “that you were already on thin ice?”

“Something like that.” Your eyes tracked his hand, your body tensing as he twisted the button absentmindedly. “I fail to see what I’ve done that would further weaken said thin ice. I merely voiced a suggestion—”

“You undermined me in front of my subjects. I will not be undermined. Even if it means I have to use my own time to teach bratty little whores a lesson.”

You swallowed, still watching as his hand lingered at your cleavage. Just a shudder of relief seeped through you as it moved back upwards. 

But then he was grabbing you by the hair, yanking your head back so it hit the bookcase with a resounding smack.

“Perhaps I should write to your father and inform him of your endeavours. I’m sure he’d be mighty interested to learn what his daughter gets up to. He is my friend, after all. Seems only right that I should share my concerns.” He pulled harder, and tears burned the backs of your eyes. “He should know his daughter is disappointing him. Perhaps he’ll advise me on an appropriate punishment to dole out.”

Your lip curled, and you tried to move away, to get him to release his hold. But it only made him close in further against you, his body brushing yours. 

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t do that, Y/N.” He cocked his head. “Why shouldn’t I tell your parents what a fucking embarrassment you are to them?.”

You knew what you should do. That you should apologise, beg for his forgiveness. Promise to be on your best behaviour. And your brain urged your mouth to say that, pleaded with it to. 

But you opened your mouth, your lip inching up. And that was not what came out. 

“Because if you do such a thing,” you sneered, “I may have to let slip about your own poor behaviours. So unbecoming, High Lord, to pervertedly ogle your future daughter-in-law’s tits from across the room, is it not? And how do you know I won’t accidentally slip up to somebody about that Faebane-imbued fire at the hamlet? I hear you have an arrogantly big cache of the stuff—”

You heard the slap before you felt it. The sound echoed through the room. A smack so hard, your neck clicked, and you bit into your cheek. The metallic taste of blood bloomed in your mouth. 

“I’m warning you, girl.” Beron growled, his voice deeper, more guttural. “Do not cross me.” 

And then he was shoving you back against the bookcase one last time. And letting go. Your legs gave out beneath you as he turned and strode to the door, as casually as though you’d been talking about the weather in here. 

He didn’t say another word. Didn’t look back. He was nothing but a mere shadow as he slipped out of the room, his footsteps fading as he disappeared. 

And you…you trembled all over. Felt like your heart was going to trip over itself. 

Tears pricked your eyes, and you wiped them away furiously, flinching at the stinging of your cheek. 

“Don’t cry.” You hissed at yourself furiously. “Do not cry.”

It took a few moments to compose yourself — but you did. You caught your breath, easing yourself back to your feet. The soreness of your back was no doubt indication of a bruise forming there.

On weak legs, you tread towards the door, steadying yourself on various pieces of furniture as you went. 

Once again, your godsdamned mouth had landed you in hot water.

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The responsible thing would have been to retire to bed and keep your head down until the tension blew over. Until the High Lord found something else to grouse about. 

But you opted for walking — or, rather, limping — and trying to leach the tension from yourself with the help of fresh air. 

And with the help of the whiskey you’d snagged from the games room. 

The latter certainly did the trick. After a while, you barely noticed the pain in your body or the cold bite of the air. You wandered the grounds, drinking straight from the bottle, not caring who you came across and what they may have thought. 

Perhaps your behaviour was deliberate. Maybe…maybe you were still looking for an out, still hoping for Beron to send you home.

But he wouldn’t. You knew he wouldn’t. Not after that little hint of a threat you’d dropped tonight. You knew he’d been behind that fire, and now, he knew that you knew. He’d want to keep you where he could see you.

He wouldn’t act — at least not until he came up with a solid plan that would work in his favour. 

As you walked and drank, the moon bearing down on you, you couldn’t help wondering why you were like this. Why you’d always been like this. Why you had to be so…outspoken and confrontational and brash. You were here with a duty, with people counting on you, and yet you still couldn’t stop yourself from being so…you. 

It was no wonder, really, that Dion would rather have Willow than you. 

That Lucien would rather fuck you than know you.

Lucien. His name was a constant claxon in your head. Everything you thought and felt seemed to end up right back at him. 

You’d even crossed the grounds without realising it, stopping just outside the little stone building you’d taken each other in two nights earlier. 

He might not even be in there, but it didn’t stop you slumping drunkenly against the door, the wood creaking beneath you.

“Lucien.” You called, a giggle bubbling up your throat. You tapped a nail against the wood. “Loo-shun.”

A vague noise came from inside, the sound of a key being turned, and then the door was wrenched open. 

You immediately went toppling down to his feet. His hands caught you before your body could slam against the ground, and he blinked.

“Whoopsy.” You laughed harder. “Looks like I just fell for you.”

“…Are you drunk?” He studied you as you turned in his arms — glimpsed the bottle that was grasped loosely in your hand. “Fuck.”

Suddenly, you were being gently dragged inside. Lucien held you upright with ease as he shut and locked the door behind you. None of it was at all like the threatening, malicious encounter with Beron.

His hold on you was both soft and firm as he turned to face you. And then he studied you, frowning.

“Do you like my dress?” You tried to twirl on the spot, stumbling into a small table. “Dion made me wear it to the meeting.” 

Lucien just…watched you. There was no ire or distaste on his face or in his eyes. And even through your inebriation, you thought…thought it looked like something akin to concern.

“Y/N.” He took a step towards you. “What…why are you drunk?”

“Because I drank alcohol.” You thrust the bottle towards him. “Want some? We can make it a party.”

“I think I’ll pass.” Still, he prised the bottle out of your hand. And then turned, placing it atop of a cabinet — far out of your reach.

You pouted up at him. “Bor-ing.”

“Y/N.” His voice was firmer, now — commanding. “What the hell has happened to get you in this state?”

You stopped, staring up at him. You didn’t want to be asked questions like that, didn’t want him to…to get to you. To try to reach you. 

You stepped towards him to do…something. Kiss him, maybe. But both his hands clasped your arms in the most heartbreakingly gentle way, stopping you. Russet eyes stared down at you intensely.

“Tell me.” He murmured, his thumbs beginning to make gentle sweeps across your skin.

You held his gaze. And you…you thought you may just cry. You begged yourself not to as you shrugged, attempting to seem indifferent.

“I figured I’m gonna disappoint everybody anyway.” You croaked. “Might as well have fun doing it.”

His brow furrowed, and you loathed the pity in his eyes. You didn’t want to face it — couldn’t. You turned away. 

But his hand slid down to yours, gripping it. “What’re you talking about?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Tell me.”

“It doesn’t matter—”

“It matters, Y/N.” He snapped. “You matter.”

Your entire body went still, your mind emptying out. You didn’t want to think, to talk. Didn’t want to matter. Not right then.

A sudden, heavy tiredness weighed on you, and you frowned, easing your hand out of his. He let you go, watching you carefully as you dragged your feet over to the chair and slumped down. Even the alcohol couldn’t mask the ache in your lower back as you did.

Lucien immediately caught the way you flinched. He frowned. “Are you in pain?”

“No.” You lied. “Just tired.”

He stared. And it was so, so clear that he didn’t believe you. But he didn’t push. “You should probably sleep this off.” 

You lifted your head. “In here?”

“…do you want to stay in here?”

It wasn’t much of a place to sleep — just a ratty old armchair for you to curl up in and a blanket that probably wouldn’t keep you all that warm. But none of those things seemed to matter, because…

Because Lucien was here. And that was what you’d come looking for. For him to just…be there. 

Why you’d so naturally sought him out, above everyone else, wasn’t something to think about right then. 

You buried your head against your forearm, merely peeking up at him as you murmured. “I wanna stay with you.”

He was still for a moment, staring at you. And you could have sworn his cheeks slightly pinkened.

And he nodded. “Then we’ll stay.”

You felt…safe, in there. In that tiny little outbuilding. Safe, despite the monster that was across the green. Warm, despite the cold. 

And you felt even warmer, inside, as Lucien approached you. As he pulled a blanket from the back of the chair and draped it over you. There was a pause, and then he…then he leaned down, kissing the top of your head. 

“You should sleep.” He said again, brushing your hair back. 

“You won’t leave, right?”

“I won’t leave.” He perched himself down beside the chair. “I’m right here. You can close your eyes.”

You did. But a moment later, they were opening again. “You didn’t answer my question. Do you like my dress?”

Lucien studied your face.. “I do.” He said. “Very much.”

You smiled. Closed your eyes once more.

And opened them again. “Will you read to me?”

He blinked. “What?”

“There are some books in here.” You pointed. “You like to read. Will you read to me?”

“…do you promise to go to sleep if I do?”

You released a comically dramatic sigh. “Yes, Lucien, I promise.”

He didn’t laugh or roll his eyes or smirk. He simply stared at you. And his voice was quiet, gentle, as he said, “I love it when you say my name.”

You were too drunk to know what that meant. It was all you could do to grin, tipping your head back and telling him, “I like your name.”

Which you absolutely did, intoxicated or not.

He gazed at you a moment longer. And then he was pushing to his feet, striding over to the sparsely-stocked bookshelf against the wall. You watched from the chair, your eyes tracking his firm, muscled legs through his breeches, his hips—

He turned, a book in his hands, his eyes finding yours. And he cocked an eyebrow. “What’re you staring at?”

“Nothing.” You beckoned him. “Come on. Read to me.”

“So bossy, lady.”

But he strode back over. Reclaimed the space he’d been in moments before. You rested your head on the arm of the chair, gazing at him. And with the stunning flash of his hair, the serene sight of him tucking his legs beneath him and cracking open the book, your eyes were already growing heavy. 

And that was how you drifted asleep to the lilting caress of his voice.

And as exhaustion dragged you under, the last thing you glimpsed was the book’s cover.

Poems and Sonnets Volume II.

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[love4hobi]

Hi!! I really like your blog and it’s great to find an active Hobi blog. I just got into BTS this past month and was wondering if you had recommendations or favorite Jhope (and overall BTS) content/videos to check out for a complete beginner! Even though I’ve casually listened to BTS since 2015/2016, I didn’t follow them or even know all their names/faces well... until recently I watched a couple of Jhope’s stages and was like damnnn, I need to know him and the whole group more!! Iconic stages, funny videos, interesting interviews, whatever you enjoy :) Thank you!

thank u so much thats very sweet 🥹<33 im very honored that youve chosen to ask me this because this is a biiig question n i shall do my best🫡 ok well firstly, i think it would be insane to not start off with hobipalooza

his lollapalooza set can be watched in full here, which u might have already seen, but for an added bonus u can listen to his albums hope world + jack in the box, THEN watch his lolla set to really get a feel for how he brings his songs to life while performing them. his music is great but for me his true stardom lies in his performance and stage presence and hobipalooza will tell u everything u need to know about jhope as a performer 🥹🤩

just some of his many iconic solo performances:

more + arson at the 2022 mnet asian music awards (+ future)

the only live performance hes done of on the street 🥲

also the dynamite + butter performance from that same day just cus u can see the pure joy in his face and the love he has for performing 🫂 despite them both being songs that he originally had less than like 10 seconds of lines in each

his performance and interview on iu's palette my beloved

all of his just dance performances are amazing and consistent but heres a good fancam

as for bts group performances i think its best to look at their older songs as he has not had many lines in their recent releases :/ some that i really love:

mic drop is kind of known as his song, heres their snl performance, most recent performance of it, and another favorite of mine hehe

outro: tear specifically his verse at the end (around the 4 minute mark)

chicken noodle soup at the 2021 muster, its jhopes song but they performed it all together

boy meets evil + blood sweat & tears at 2016 mama

idk im drawing a blank but honestly any of their old concerts or fanmeets/musters are really great. you can find a lot of them here

some dance focused videos since hes the main dancer 🫶

any of his old hope on the street videos that i miss so dearly. theyre just videos of him freestyling for a while and he does it so effortlessly and its rly satisfying to watch. 2020, 2021, with jimin, with jungkook

the iconic no more dream dance break 🙇

this random dance performance 3j did i use to watch this on a monthly basis

another 3j dance video of the megan thee stallion butter remix

i feel like its kinda obvious but i also want to recommend his music videos since theyre all rly amazing but some of my favs are more, daydream, chicken noodle soup, and on the street

ok im gonna stop cus this is getting long and i dont want to overwhelm u but im also definitely forgetting stuff,, everyone else feel free to add stuff in the replies!! anyway i hope this helps!

[tojisun]

Ok, this is really random but I wanna write a letter to my s/o and idk where to start. Any ideas?

hii! im so sorry for the late rep hhh

this is so so cute omg 🥹🫶🏼

thank u sm for asking me!! i dunno if youd be up for my ideas (im actually so anxious that youd find my suggestions cringe) but i do hope these would help ^v^

you could start by letting them know why you’re writing the letter!! could be just as short and direct or as long of a tangent, tbh

direct:

dear (their name or a pet name u use),

i’m writing this letter because i miss you.

…

tangent:

hello, my love,

i was on my way to the library when the street lights flickered and, for a moment, the raindrops looked like they were frozen in time. my first thought was, “oh, wow.”

then, “i wish [s/o’s name] could’ve seen this.”

i miss you.

…

i tend to lean towards the second one when i write because it kind of sets the stage better, after all, when i write, i do it because i want my reader to have a glimpse into my thoughts and my feelings. the rant kinda grounds me too – that instead of the emotions bleeding all over the page, it feels like i could ease them slowly. but that is me! im a writer by heart and theres nothin i love more than crafting a world so divorced from reality so that my partner would be whisked away even just for a moment.

the short beginning is not any less beautiful and heartfelt, btw!! the short introduction feels like a startling surprise, one that would make me take in a sharp breath of air if i received it. like, reading the short intro would feel like the world stopped on its axis until all thats left is me and that letter and my s/o’s love for me, yk?

i guess the main difference is how you want to frame your letter to your s/o!

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after you explain about why you’re writing, i think you can integrate questions! ask them how they are or anything specific that you would like

ex:

how are you today, sweet love? how was your presentation? i remember how much effort and hard work you put into your project so i hope it turned out well.

(i know it would.)

…

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other things i do when i write is i reminisce! i share memories of them that i keep in the pocket of my heart, hoping that theyd see the way i see them (how beautiful they are and how my chest is full because of them).

of course, you also share pieces of your day/week/life! write aboit things they didnt hear or give them updates. your s/o would love hearing (seeing) you talking about yourself because, well, they love you! like for me, i get so <3333 when i read about what my partner ate or what songs they listened to or what happened at work, etc!! because sharing these things bridges that distance between you two :’)

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that is all i have for now :((

i hope these would help and if they didnt or you think theyre cringey, im so sorry 😭

take care!!

[starjxsung]

hi angel <3

how are you doing? you’re so strong, you know that right? i’m so sorry to hear what happened to you. humanity keeps cementing itself as the worst species. not wanting to write about men is so understandable and please don’t force yourself to do so until you feel comfortable with it. anyone with empathy will understand the trauma that comes with having to go through something like that. take as much time as you need to heal. i send you the absolute biggest hug and my undying support.

i’m so honored that you think of me when you see kitties😭 that is all i want in life🥹

did you watch the kitten video?🥹🥹 i was so distracted with the kittens that i don’t remember anything they said but i’ll watch it a million more times😻

my bank cannot handle another comeback + tour🥲 im struggling as it is wtf jyp </3 im so excited for lolla, we’re staying for like a week and are working on the logistics for our non-festival days. it’ll be so fun. im also listening to a lot of chappell roan lately too, im really pumped to see her. i am so with you @ the barricade at every concert you go to (real) <33

if you get around watching the kdramas someday, imma need your review <3 and nana!! i love that, a nana keychain sounds so cute🥹 i finished it already (im bedrotting 4 summer rn) and i read the manga too and it’s so sad but so beautiful so i def recommend you watch/read it someday!

and for the kittens, the baby with the RI is doing so much better in just a few days with antibiotics <3 once its eyes are fully opened and healed, i shall send pics!

ily angel <3 you’re the sweetest person ever to exist. remember to rest, eat and stay hydrated! take care, always <3 sending you hugs!

-🐈‍⬛

HI MY BABY ANGELLLL I’VE MISSED YOU 🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶 I love you so very dearly. It’s been so frustrating getting through the days lately. But I’m doing my best ! The neighborhood was very supportive of it when I called the police and posted about it publicly which helped a lot <3 and I’m staying off my phone for the most part which makes things feel a little less stressful. Sending you all the hugs in the world, I love you so so much and I hope you’re doing absolutely amazing as well 🫶❤️🥹

STOPPPP the amount of times I’ve watched the kitten video 😭 I wasn’t expecting Channie to be so good with them???? Also forever laughing at Felix and Jisung trying to handle the kittens LOL the way they were clawing at their knees is exactly what momo does when she gets really excited and even though it’s adorable it can really leave a mark if her nails are long 😭 that being said, Chan needs a kitten. Somebody get him a kitten

I can’t believe we’re at like!!! One month until Lolla!!!!! We’re making all our plans too and it’s honestly nerve-wracking but I’m soooo fucking ready to see skz again ahh it’s been so long since I saw ot8 together and I’m stoked we’re probably getting new songs! I already preordered the new album (rip my wallet 💔😀) and my bank acc is HURTINGGGG….. everybody remind me not to spend anything until Lolla (impossible)

I will absolutely let you know what I think about the kdramas if I get around to them!!! I’ve been rewatching Kingdom these days and after that’s done I’ll be in dire need of bedrotting content again <3

Also soooo happy little RI kitten is doing better!!!! I forgot I referred to it originally as RI kitten so I just stared at my phone for a whole minute thinking “Rhode Island kitten???” LOL so glad little kitty’s doing amazing though 🥹❤️

Sending you all my love sweet angel I hope the summer days are good to you 💓🫶❤️💝💘💞👼 also here’s my latest pc & holder I’ve been obsessed with…. Jun Han from xdinary heroes if you’re reading this I love u

[itoshi-s]

*inhale* hello zari😫🥹I MISSED U SOOO!!! i hope you’ve been having a lovely holidays and staying toasty warm ! i wanted to drop by and *ahem* give you some thirst over slytherin! rin to warm up your brain hehe

slytherin! rin who’s a pompous pure blood that struts the halls of hogwarts in confidence. you’d think he’d be 100x worse than draco malfoy and join in on the dreadful boy’s torture on poor neville but instead, the boy sneers at his fellow slytherin, “preying on the weak shows how incompetent you are malfoy.”

walking hastily away from the scene rin rolls his eyes in annoyance over his peers, how could they pay such wasteful attention to something lowly such as bullying as a means for entertainment and show of power he’ll never know, he’d much rather focus on his studies to prepare to take over his family’s business as an itoshi heir, and to also kick gryffindor ass since he (not to brag, but he thinks it deserves bragging rights) not only took position of seeker, much to isagi’s dismay, he’s far in too deep to take a rest now.

in the midst of his thoughts he fails to watch where he was going and bumps into a… less taller individual, hearing the small “oof” of them he skids to a halt and looks down to see you. the bright yellow of your house’s scarf showcasing your hufflepuff pride you rub your arm in attempt to soothe the slight ache from bumping into itoshi rin.

“ah i’m sorry! i should’ve moved out the way since you in such a hurry! are you o-“

“no need to apologize.” he mutters, trying to keep a straight face around you. he’s always like this! WHY? you, who he notices takes care of the flowerbed at the kindness of your heart, you, who always makes sure to have an extra quil ready for him since he always loses them, you, who always offers to be his partner during potions since no one else wanted to ask.

he should think you’re annoying. a nuisance. a pain in his neck. how dare you act like you care for him? was he weak? was he seen as someone who needed help? from no other than a hufflepuff? he should think this way— after all his slytherin pride is on the line. but he can’t. not with you.

he loves how you take care of the flowerbeds when no one else cared to do so, he makes sure the water pail is filled all the way up for you. he loves how you have an extra quil for him, he makes sure your notes are in order since he knows you can be a bit frazzled and misplace them. he loves how you always partner up with him at potions, he’ll make sure to help you with their class work, after all, he’d never partner up with no one else but you.

“rin? riinnn? are you there?” you wave a hand in front of his face, gently smiling to him as you see him break out of his trance. “you okay? didn’t know bumping into me would put you through a different universe.” you mused.

clearing his throat he fixed his posture and (horribly) tried to hide the ever growing blush on his face as he guided you through the busy hallway with a hand on your back, “nonsense, you’re much too light to have affected me physically. besides you need to be more careful.” you raise a brow but let him scold you, “if it wasn’t me who bumped into you someone else surely would’ve pushed you to the floor.”

grinning to yourself you lightly bump your hip to his, “ohhh? itoshi rin is worried about me?”

‘tch’ing’ at you he ruffles your hair and lightly pushes you forward so that you wouldn’t see how RED he was! “merlin you’re insufferable.”

oh he’s got it badddd.

KAAAAAAAAYYYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAA @_@ ohhhhh my god THIS IS GOLD ..... HE'S A SLYTHERIN HE IS !!!!!!! and he makes it look so good ong </3 THE PINING !!! THE CRUSH !!!!!!!!!! he's so cute w a hufflepuff girl too :(((((((( PLS the way this ignited this deep carnal need to reread hp again kjfhakfahk THIS IS SO SWEET i am literally just o_o giggling at work reading this !!!!!!!!!! kayla the queen of all au's i dont make the rules ! >_<

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may i pls request an arvin fic with prompts 38 & 42😭🥹🤍

Hey love I hope you like it! I'm sorry it took a little while but I absolutely loved this I thought it was so so cute. Anyways I wanted to say thank you for supporting me for so long, you were one of my earliest followers and it means a lot ❤️ Also as an aside, there are 4 more summer of love prompts left in my inbox, those will be out shortly too. Let me know what you think, love u xx

The Hookman

38 - Making s'mores

42 - Getting scared while camping

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You take Arvin camping for his birthday

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Arvin didn’t care much about his birthday, he never bothered planning any sort of celebration or party, he found it all unnecessary. He loved to celebrate your birthday though, and your anniversary, and Christmas, any opportunity to spoil you really. You liked spoiling him too, but he always appreciated the gesture much more than he cared about any of the actual gifts. He just wasn’t a very materialistic person, which is why this year you’d decided to give him an experience for this birthday instead of any physical object.

You would have loved to fly him to some exotic location and have some big romantic weekend, but you couldn’t afford anything like that. So you went with something much simpler, camping. One of your friends offered the perfect spot for a romantic getaway, it was secluded in the woods, perked on top of a large hill with a great view, and less than a mile from a massive lake. You were overjoyed with the find, and the same friend helped you make a list of everything you would need. You proposed the idea to Arvin and he was excited, spending the weekend alone with you was his ideal birthday really.

Although he was a little reluctant to let you plan the trip and pay for it, you wouldn’t budge on the matter, and he was forced to concede eventually. He did double check your packing list though, just to make sure you hadn’t missed anything essential. Once you were both sure you had everything you’d need you loaded it all into his car and headed out. It was about an hour drive, and it was a bit difficult to navigate the truck to the campsite, but the view was worth the effort. You were surrounded by a circle of trees, the forest was buzzing and everything smelled fresh. Below your campsite you could see the corner of the lake, and in the middle of the campsite there was a makeshift fire pit born from the hundreds of campers who had been there before you.

You attempted at first to unload the car and set up the tent yourself, insisting Arvin relax, but there was no way he’d let you do it all yourself. So you two put up your tent and piled your things inside. By the time you had your campsite all set up the sun was starting to set, and both of you were getting hungry. For your first night you’d decided to pre pack some sandwiches for dinner, so all you had to do was gather a bit of wood and start a fire. You two snuggled up next to each other in some folding lawn chairs while you ate and watched the sun go down.

“This is incredible,” Arvin hummed contently before he looked over at you, “You know I think this is already my best birthday ever.”

You flushed, “Well it’s not actually your birthday until tomorrow, but thank you. It’s really nice out here.”

“Yeah it is,” he agreed, tracing his hand over one of yours, “We should get out the s’mores before it gets too dark.”

“Don’t you wanna save those for tomorrow?” you frowned, “I mean I didn’t bring a cake or anything so that’s kind of our only dessert.”

“I’m sure we’ll have enough for tonight and tomorrow,” he hummed, “Plus it’s my birthday trip, I think I’m entitled to some s’mores if I want them.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself out of your chair, “I’ll be right back.”

You returned with graham crackers, a bag of marshmallows, several Hershey’s bars, and some metal skewers you thought would be perfect to roast the marshmallows on.

“Yummy,” Arvin hummed, ripping into the marshmallows and throwing one into his mouth.

You carefully placed one of them on your skewer and dipped it into the fire, “They’re so much better roasted.”

“They’re delicious either way,” he said with a mouthful of marshmallow, making you crinkle your nose.

“It’s rude to speak with your mouth full Arvin,” you scolded playfully.

He laughed, “Oh I forgot, you fell in love with me for my good manners,” he placed another marshmallow onto his skewer and shoved it into the fire, “Did you ever tell ghost stories when you were little?”

You knit your brows as you tried to remember, “No, I don’t think so. There was rumor that one of the houses in town was haunted, but that’s the closest I can remember.”

He nodded, “Lenora and I used to tell them to each other,” his hand slipped over your leg, squeezing your thigh before he continued, “Not just when we were camping, but that always made them scarier. They’re so cheesy, I can’t believe I used to be scared of that shit…”

“That’s cute Arvin,” you laughed, “Do you remember any of them?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Uh, I don’t know, I haven’t thought about them in a long time.”

You pulled your marshmallow from the fire and began assembling your s’more, “Could you try and tell me one?”

“You wanna hear a cheesy ghost story?” he chuckled.

You nodded, “Of course, I like it well you tell stories, your voice is nice.”

He blushed and bit his cheek, “I suppose I probably remember enough…”

“Yay!” you cheered and leaned back in your chair, “Well get on with it.”

He let out a low hum as he pulled his burning marshmallow away from the fire. He blew it out, the marshmallow was nearly black, “It starts with this criminal, a murderer I think. I don’t remember exactly what happened to him but basically he loses his hand and it gets replaced with a hook. So he’s this hook handed killer, and he was always going after pretty young girls,” he glanced over at you, “It took years to catch him, and when they finally did they hung him. So he dies, but since his soul was so twisted it couldn’t rest properly, and he came back as a ghost. Now he wanders all over the country looking for more pretty young girls to kill. Oh!” he cracked a big smile, “And he especially likes girls with (y/h/c).”

You rolled your eyes, “I can’t believe that used to scare you.”

“That one didn’t scare me, it scared Lenora,” he defended, “I used to tell it better.”

Arvin kept trying to recall more and more details about the story while you finished your s’mores. You were almost certain that he was making it up just to try and scare you. You humored him, nodding along with whatever new details he added, laying your head on his shoulder while he talked. You two continued like that until the fire started to sizzle out. Arvin volunteered to fully extinguish it so you could get comfy in your makeshift bed.. Inside the tent you’d laid your sleeping bags on top of each other to provide a bit of padding and brought a pile of blankets to keep yourselves warm. You wanted the tent to be as comfortable as possible so you’d brought more than a fair share of blankets and pillows.

“Fires good,” Arvin promised as he crawled into the tent, zipping it closed behind him, “You look comfy.”

You smiled, “I’ll be comfier once you’re in here with me.”

“I’m coming,” he promised as he began stripping his clothes.

He got down to his boxers and crawled under the blankets beside you, “Ready for bed kitten?”

“I’m pretty tired,” you snuggled up to his chest.

“Me too,” he wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to the top of your head, “Thank you for planning this, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you cooed back.

He held you close to him until you fell asleep. Admittedly it was more difficult than normal, it was harder to drift off without your comfy mattress under you. Snuggling up to Arvin helped, but you already knew you wouldn’t be sleeping as deep as you normally would. Sure enough you found yourself waking up shortly after you drifted off, Arvin was already deep asleep, but you were suddenly uncomfortable. You rolled over so your back was against Arvin’s chest. He scooted closer to you and you closed your eyes in hopes of drifting off again.

When you fell asleep the second time you were able to fall deep enough into sleep that you started to dream. You would have hoped to have some sort of sweet dream about you and Arvin, instead you were struck with the hook man. In your dream he came stalking up to your tent, ripping it open and yanking you from the inside. Luckily you were woken up before anything too gruesome could happen, the sounds of the wind grazing your tent had drawn you back to reality. Arvin was still sleeping soundly, his face buried in your neck, his lips placed against your bare skin. His tight grip helped to relax you after the bad dream. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, sinking back into him with a smile. The adrenaline started to die down and your pounding heart relaxed.

Until the wind picked up again. This time it was more than just the wind, you heard some sort of awful, high pitched screeching that made your skin crawl. Arvin stirred but didn’t wake up. You sank under the blankets, pulling them up to your eyes, which were darting rapidly around the tent. The screeching sounded again, you tried to calm yourself but your mind was already getting irrational. Really you knew it was just a stray branch or the car, but you couldn’t help picturing the hook man from your dreams. Stalking you outside the tent, running his hook over the car, getting ready to tear you away from Arvin and murder you.

With a small squeal you flipped to face Arvin again, “Arvin,” at first your voice was quiet, still unsure if you wanted to wake him, “Arvin,” this time you were a little louder, pushing against his chest, “Arvin!” you snapped suddenly, just in time for the wind to pick up once more.

He groaned, reaching up to rub one of his eyes before he opened it, “Something wrong baby?”

Your cheeks flushed, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you’d woken him up, “I, uh, I had this kind of weird dream.”

His lips tugged to a frown, “What about?”

“The hookman…” you uttered shamefully.

He smiled and started to chuckle, “Really?”

“Yes!” you fell onto your back dramatically, “Then I woke up and I started hearing this screechy sound, it's freaking me out.”

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sure it was just a tree or something though,” he wrapped his arm around your middle and pressed his lips to your ear, “Or an owl, or anything. We’re in the woods, there are weird noises sometimes.”

“I know,” you groaned, “It’s just nerves.”

He nodded and moved right up next to you, “Well just come here. I promise it was normal forest noises, but if it was a hookman, I would protect you. You’ve got nothing to worry about, you’re always safe with me.”

You snuggled back to his chest, wanting to feel him close again, “Promise?”

“Course, I don’t care if it’s the hookman or the devil himself,” he mumbled against your forehead, “I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, I love you too much for that.”

“I love you too Arvin,” your cheeks flushed and you smiled, “It’s probably after midnight now.”

“You think so?”

You nodded, “Yeah, so happy birthday.”

“Mmm, thank you baby,” he yawned and leaned in for a quick kiss, “I’m about to pass out again, but you can wake me up if you need me.”

“Of course, thank you hunny,” you cooed sweetly, “You always know just what to say.”

He said nothing, simply pressing his lips to your head again before sleep overtook him.

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[maplesyrupsainz]

you know that fic that was like logan x baker reader CAN YOH DO A PT2 WHERE WE ARE THE BFF AND WE GET WITH DANIEL BECAUSE WE MET THROUGH THEM

ahh omg i love this idea tysm for requesting 🥹 i hope it's all that u wanted it to be ! <3

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙we couldnt help it | DR3˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: daniel ricciardo x faceless y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, whirlwind romance

warnings: mainly fluff but some obvious sexual innuendo but brief & no smut or anything

summary: in which her best friend's new relationship led to something good for her

a/n: omg i love this request so much hehe u dnt rly need to read pt1 but it maybe give context to some things😊 (for context y/n = yourbff from pt1, & yourbff = y/n from pt1)

fc: various blonde girls from pinterest

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