#isa ˚₊‧⁺˖ threads

[gccdwitch]

@interluds liked for a starter Based on: this plot

“Holy fuck, you’re actually insufferable.” She blows out a breath and rolls her eyes. “Do you actually ever stop and listen to the shit you’re saying?”

[gccdwitch]

The angry stirring of her coffee stops. Her jaw drops. Isa takes a couple of moments to process the words coming out of her ex’s mouth, really and truly digest them, before she shrieks. “Adonis, what the fuck? I’m not even a little presentable. Holy shit. Why wouldn’t you tell me earlier?” Ten minutes. She has ten minutes. Freaking out, she scrambles towards the bathroom. There’s no time for her usual routine but she leaves the door open just so she can glare at Adonis while she quickly splashes some water on her face. “I will shave you. I will fucking shave you bad while you sleep, Adonis, you hear me?” The words probably don’t sound even the slightest bit of threatening considering she’s still trying to wipe some blue toothpaste from where it has stained the corner of her mouth and is entirely incapable of following through anything of that nature anyway. “You better sleep with one eye open after tonight.” Feeling only slightly better but much cleaner, she hurries to the bedroom. She has no idea how to dress to meet the standards of these people and her brain is too busy counting down the seconds like their arrival is a bomb to be any helpful but Isa puts an outfit together before finally coming out, eyes still narrowed in a glare when they settle on Adonis again. “You are absolutely not getting away with just this one coffee as a way to pay me back, you get that, right? You owe me a fucking coffee truck at the very least.”

Yeah, lying to his parents and roping his ex-girlfriend into said elaborate lie wasn't exactly Adonis' shining moment. He didn't often care all that much about his family's opinions of his dating life (or lack thereof). But when they called to "check in" after nearly a year of no contact, he fell into his old people pleasing habits. It’d been a long time since he heard either of their voices and surprised himself by how quickly he complied to their demands. Out of all the things he had accomplished since coming into adulthood, his relatively stable relationship with Isa was apparently the only thing worth celebrating. He was honestly surprised that they even bothered to remember her first name. And if he hadn’t fibbed about their non-existent relationship, they would’ve pressured him to go date one of their friend’s annoying daughters. It was easier for everyone for Adonis and Isa to present a united front so they hopefully never bothered him again — at least that’s what he’s told himself.

The questions Isa asked were very obviously sarcastic, and he deserved that. One of the biggest issues in their relationship was his tendency to keep his struggles to himself, only to have them blow up in his face and hit everyone in a five mile radius. “No, I don’t think it’ll be necessary to involve the kids you’re babysitting into this.” He answers, pretending like the inquiry is genuine. As obnoxious as Elijah and Iris tended to be, they both had about a fifteen minute time limit for their bullshit social niceties. They knew better than to overextend their stay. “Because they’re gonna be here in 10. Ooops!” Adonis quickly backed away and gave a nervous smile. “Don’t hate me. I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Remember the coffee I made? We have such a good rapport!”

[beneathsilverstars]

anyway the lore in my mind palace is that siffrin has a big meaningless crush on odile - they get flustered by how much they like her, but it's not something they'd think about as a romantic potential, it's just normal social nerves and clingy impulses but sweeter.

and then post-canon loop is like . i need to crawl inside someone and die like a bug, but it can't be siffrin bc he'd get all emo about it and it can't be isabeau bc absolutely not and it can't be mira bc i can't do that to her. but luckily that leaves one person. who i've always rly liked but siffrin would never consider an option. and she also won't cry all over me. odile can i sleep on the floor in your bedroom and bring you trinkets like a cat brings home dead birds

[thickskcll]

✧  𓂅  open  starter  ,  straton  gas  &  convenience  !

the  reapers  had  to  be  fucking  with  her  .  as  grateful  as  isa  was  to  earn  her  prospect  spot  ,  sometimes  their  requests  felt  like  hazing  .  as  she  stood  in  front  of  the  humming  fridges  of  the  straton  gas  station  on  a  reaper  requested  drink  run  ,  she  was  sure  someone  was  fucking  with  her  .  there  was  no  such  thing  as  a  throatcoat  .  being  sent  on  any  errand  was  stressful  enough  when  it  came  from  a  reaper  .  isa  was  a  recovering  overachiever  .  the  thought  of  getting  something  wrong  made  her  start  fidgeting  .  “  they  have  to  be  fucking  with  me  .  ”  she  reiterated  out  loud  ,  her  hands  searching  her  pockets  for  her  beloved  penjamin  when  tragedy  struck  :  penjamin  was  missing  .  “  fuck  !  ”  she  exclaimed  ,  she  wasn't  an  addict  .  she  could  stop  at  any  time  .  frantically  ,  she  patted  her  jacket  and  jeans  for  any  sign  of  it  ,  opened  and  closed  the  refrigerator  ,  and  even  made  a  loop  around  the  aisles  only  to  end  up  back  where  she  started  ,  only  now  there  was  a  frame  where  she  once  stood  .  “  have  you  seen  penjamin  ⸺   a  pen  ,  a  vape  pen  .  it's  purple  and  black  ,  has  a  little  spider  web  sticker  on  it  ?  i  swear  i  had  it  when  it  came  in  and  now  i  can't  find  it  anywhere  .  ”  she  took  a  step  toward  them  holding  her  jacket  pocket  out  .  “  can  you  stick  your  hand  in  there  and  see  if  it's  there  .  maybe  i'm  just  missing  it  .  ”  again  .  she's  not  an  addict  ,  she  can  stop  at  any  time  .  this  was  completely  normal  behavior  .

[gccdwitch]

Her shoulders jump when the unexpected voice startles her, though a smile is quick to appear on her face when she realizes it’s Dean who’s approached her. “Well, that’s cheerful,” Isa muses, eyebrows arching. “Your lack of faith in me is astounding and frankly, insulting.” Though he’s probably right to doubt her. She’s not lucky by nature and this machine definitely seems way past its prime. “Caterpillar? Are you sure? I thought it was supposed to be a pig…” Isa bites her lip, leaving her post in front of the game for a second to peek at it from the side. Dean is, once again, correct. She’s really got better luck with the caterpillar-pig hybrid but… “It’s so ugly,” she whines, giving up the moment she makes eye contact with the unfortunate creature. Instead, she sets her sights on the unicorn again, moving the swinging claw to a position she thinks is better. “How sweet. Now you’re really making me wonder if I should lose on purpose just to watch you struggle with the machine instead of me.” Isa pauses, hand hovering over the button that will send the claw down, only to face him once more, a smirk playing on her lips. “And if I get it? Are you going to give me something to compensate for doubting my abilities to win shitty, rigged games, too?”

open to: anyone. plot/context: they're in a bar and he's definitely just trying to find an excuse to (poorly) flirt with your muse. up to you whether it's pre-est or not.

"You know you're not gonna win," Dean announces his presence by making a casual comment towards them. Whether his presence is wanted or not is yet to be determined, but he hadn't been building up his courage all night just to bail at the last second. His tall frame leans up against the clear glass of the rundown claw machine game they're in the middle of playing, "This thing doesn't even work right half of the time. And honestly? You're way off on that unicorn. You'd probably have better look with that little caterpillar looking thing." he gestures before taking a swig of his beer. "Tell you what- if you don't win I'll buy you a drink or try to win it for you. Whatever makes you feel better."

[thewoundedveil]

closed starter @ofbloodxtears

location: manor of hope gala

Gabriel stood at the edge of the crowd, his eyes scanning the ballroom, moving from face to face, taking in every detail. It was his job—his duty—to ensure everything was running smoothly. His sister, Isa, had been handling herself well so far, but he was still not satisfied. Their family was always under scrutiny, whether she realized it or not. She was his responsibility, and tonight, amidst the polished smiles and carefully orchestrated conversations, he needed to make sure she was okay. He saw her standing with a small group, her posture perfect, a practiced smile in place as she navigated the conversation. His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched, his protective instincts kicking in. She looked fine—no signs of distress, no visible cracks in her composure—but that didn’t mean he was going to let his guard down. “Everything okay?” he asked, his voice steady, his gaze already moving over the people in her group. He didn’t miss the way one of the men seemed to linger a little too long, the hint of something lingering in his eyes as he looked at her. Gabriel’s jaw tightened.

[gravesung-moving]

❝ i may not regret my actions, but i do regret that they were necessary. ❞ isa @ fletch :^) the regret is . debatable,

❝ MY DEAR, NECESSARY IS a term used by the desperate. ❞

they are two hands on a chessboard and all of the pawns are gone. isa has proven a worthy opponent — the first he has met in a very, very long time — but worth bleeds into irritation when the interference upends a balance he has worked quite hard to create. her motives, true motives, deep motives, still evade them. this is what puts them on the back foot.

snip. the shears trim a rose from the arbor. amari has sent persephone and hector away, but they stalk the perimeter in case isa gets any silly ideas.

he does not go into what happened. instead: ❝ tell me, how is your little cafe doing? the exterior design is astonishing... ❞ if a little pedestrian, they don't say, allowing the second half of the sentence to hang unspoken in the air.

[cinnabeat]

rememebred everyones kh3 outfits and now im annoyed again

[dragontamer05]

For Kisa:

Does your power cause more good, or more harm?

+ Describe the first time using your talents.

"It's complicated,

As whole they may not have caused harm but having them has. Because of the powers my parents were targeted and killed, my home was destroyed.

Because of these powers kids were afraid of me or thought I was strange and otherwise avoided me. Suppose now I don't blame them as much, a lot of strange things happened around me but it still hurt especially when they decided to use me as their scape goat for anything that happened. Even things that were their fault.

Sometimes the adults would believe me over them but most of the time I don't think they cared enough to seek out the truth. To many kids not enough time."

But they did a lot of good

"Without them I wouldn't have met my best friend, we've both been pretty busy so we don't see each other as much as we used to but we keep in touch

As for when they first manifested I couldn't say, but I do remember once accidentally shocking a kid. He didn't get hurt but it was also more then a little static jolt.

Of course no one believed it was anything more then an accidental static shock but that was the start of it"

[mriciov]

' isabella, está bien. no hay ningun problema. ' halla una pausa entre disculpas ajenas para, asegurarle aquello, incluso con sonrisa cortés presionandose entre carmines. no eran ni sus zapatos favoritos. hasta es útil con su hijo que estira postura, viendo expresiones de su padre & luego ir por la mujer. ' así son los niños. ' no la culpa, pues venían de cambiarle la camisa a su hijo, & estaba listo para, probablemente ensuciarse de nuevo. intenta calmarla con ello, & diciendole a su hijo que fátima andaba en la sala de juegos seguramente, podían ir a buscarla allí. todo ello, en portugués, a lo que antonio asiente. ' estabamos yendo allí, mi hija debe estar con su niñera. ¿la acompañamos? '

se sorprende al sentir el agarre ajeno, pero no le molesta en absoluto. sabe que la culpa de todo era suya por haberle pisado sin querer. 'oh, dios, lo siento mucho' dice rápidamente, con una expresión genuina de disculpa, aún un poco avergonzada por el accidente. 'de verdad, no quería causar ningún problema.' cuando escucha la pregunta, su rostro se suaviza, como si se estuviera tranquilizando al explicar la situación. 'iba con prisa, sí' admite, soltando una pequeña risa nerviosa. 'mi niñera me mandó un mensaje diciendo que mi hijo está causando un desastre en el salón de juegos, así que estaba contestando el mensaje y ni me di cuenta que venía justo en contra de ustedes.' mira a su ahora al pequeño, totalmente culpable por haberle ocasionado una reacción negativa. 'de todas formas, lo siento de nuevo.'

[thickskcll]

✧  𓂅  closed  for  @dcstined  (  joaquin  &  isa  )  ,  outside  of  deseo  !

wandering  was  second  nature  to  isa  .  she  didn't  like  to  sit  in  one  place  for  too  long  ;  her  body  had  to  constantly  be  in  motion  so  that  her  mind  could  be  too  .  a  reaper  party  always  came  with  distractions  that  lasted  hours  .  a  natural  wallflower  ,  she'd  watch  them  all  from  a  corner  of  the  room  ;  offered  polite  smiles  when  the  moment  called  for  it  ,  laughed  at  all  the  right  jokes  ,  and  answered  questions  directed  to  her  .  they  never  made  her  feel  out  of  place  or  unwanted  ,  but  whenever  she  was  still  for  too  long  her  mind  began  to  wonder…⸺  so  she  never  let  it  .  the  sounds  of  celebration  reverberated  through  the  streets  of  straton  .  she  kept  her  headphones  tucked  into  the  pocket  of  her  leather  jacket  as  she  leaned  against  the  wall  of  the  deseo  night  club  .  isa  hadn't  wanted  to  go  in  ,  she  just  wanted  to  get  her  feet  moving  and  that's  where  they  led  her  . she'd  just  taken  a  cigarette  out  of  her  pocket  and  put  it  to  her  lips  .  the  flame  from  her  lighter  illuminating  her  features  momentarily  before  it  was  snuffed  out  again  .  a  quick  smoke  break  before  going  in  with  the  hopes  of  finding  rhea  had  been  the  plan  .  her  plans  never  work  out  like  they're  meant  to  .  “  motherfucker  .  .  .  ”  the  curse  slipped  off  her  tongue  as  joaquin's  figure  came  into  her  eyesight  .  she  immediately  decided  she  didn't  want  to  see  it  anymore  and  shut  her  eyes  .  her  head  banging  lightly  against  the  wall  she  rested  on  as  she  listened  to  his  footsteps  approaching  .  “  if  i  can't  see  you  ,  you  can't  see  me  those  are  the  rules  i'm  going  with  tonight  and  ⸺ ”  she  paused  to  gesture  towards  her  closed  eyes  .  “  looks  like  you're  out  of  luck  .  ”

[ggukivrse]

the art of pretending – jjk | 01

summary. when you and jungkook show up to your much anticipated graduation trip and realise neither of you had the guts to tell your friends about your recent break up, there’s only one thing you can do to keep the trip from falling apart: pretend.

but somewhere between fake kisses and real feelings, you start to wonder if letting go was ever the right choice at all.

pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader

genre/warnings: exes to lovers, fake dating, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, angst, fluff, (eventual) explicit sexual content, swearing, ft. seokjin, namjoon, hoseok, jimin, taehyung, yoongi + four female ocs

word count: 4.9k

notes: the first chapter is here!!! i ended up cutting this into two parts so everything that’s going to be in chapter two was originally planned to be in this chapter loll. tysm to my bae @page-isa for beta reading and putting up with me :> as always, feedback, likes, comments, reblogs and asks are so so appreciated, like i love yapping on here loll. enjoy reading my angels <3

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⤷ chapter one — the way things go

and there’s too much on my mind that i don’t even want to try / guess it’s not far from the ordinary, they do say love is blind

The road stretches out ahead, long and quiet, humming under the tires. You lean into the car door, forehead pressed against the glass, fingers mindlessly tugging at the threads on the hem of your shorts.

Summer air seeps through the half-cracked open window, warm and heavy with the scent of trees and sun-baked asphalt.

You should be excited. Everyone else is.

A full week away — just your group, no classes, no work shifts, no group projects hanging over anyone’s head for the first time in four years. A final trip before the “real world” starts to pull everyone in different directions.

But your stomach’s been tight since the moment you packed your bag. And now, with every mile you put between yourself and home, it just gets worse.

“You’re really quiet,” Kiara says, glancing at you from the driver’s seat. She’s got one hand on the wheel, the other flipping the volume knob down on the music. “Like... unusually quiet. Do I need to be concerned?”

You shake your head without looking at her. “Nah. Just tired.”

Kiara makes a sound like she doesn’t believe you, but she doesn’t press, and you're grateful for it.

You glance over at her. She’s in an oversized T-shirt, dark brown hair falling in curls past her shoulders, sunglasses balanced on top of her head instead of over her eyes.

“I thought you’d be in full DJ mode by now,” you say, nodding toward her phone. “Where’s the summer playlist?”

She smirks. “I’m easing you into it. Jimin says my music tastes give him whiplash.”

“He has a point.”

She scoffs. “Please. Hoseok says my music’s amazing.”

“He says that about everything you do," you say with a smile.

She shrugs, casual. “He’s not wrong.”

It’s adorable how hopelessly smitten they are. Even after a year together, Hoseok still looks at Kiara like she hung the stars.

You remember when they finally got together, after years of dancing around it. Everyone in the friend group had seen it coming — everyone except them.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Kiara laughs, and you can’t help but join in. For a second, the knot in your chest loosens. Just a little.

"Speaking of Hoseok," you start, glancing over at her. “How come he's not coming with you?”

She sighs. “Shift at work. He tried to switch but his manager’s being a dick. He’ll drive up tomorrow morning.”

You nod. “That sucks.”

She hums in agreement, but you’re already half-lost in your thoughts.

As much as you feel bad for Hoseok, you're quietly grateful Kiara asked you to come with her. The idea of doing this drive alone — just you, a quiet car, and way too much time to sit with everything you haven’t let yourself feel — would’ve made the weight in your chest unbearable.

She hasn’t said much, but she’s always had good timing. Maybe she didn’t even realise how much you needed the company. Or maybe she did.

“Lucky me, I got upgraded,” you say lightly.

She grins. “Damn right you did.”

The playlist switches songs, something soft and nostalgic. You stare out the window again, at the lazy sway of trees and the occasional flicker of a passing car.

“I can’t believe we actually pulled this trip off,” Kiara says, after a beat. “Twelve people committing to anything at the same time? Miracle.”

You nod. “Taehyung’s been talking about it since first year.”

“Yeah, and threatening to disown us if anyone bailed.”

You huff out a small laugh.

Back when this trip was just an idea tossed around during late-night study sessions and half-finished group projects, you'd been genuinely excited — borderline giddy, even. The promise of a full week at a fancy resort with your closest friends had felt like the perfect reward after years of deadlines, breakdowns, and pulling all-nighters on cheap coffee and instant noodles.

It was one of those plans that didn’t feel real at first — the kind of thing you talk about just to survive the semester — but then slowly, it started taking shape. Rooms were booked. Deposits paid. Group chats flooded with outfit ideas and packing lists.

You remember counting down the months, then the weeks. You’d imagined bonfires and inside jokes, sunsets by the water, slow mornings in a warm bed.

Back then, this trip had felt like the light at the end of a very long tunnel. Something to look forward to. Something certain.

Now, you can barely keep the dread from crawling up your throat.

“You sure you’re good?” Kiara asks again, gentler this time.

You blink, pulled back to the present. “Yeah. Just... a lot on my mind.”

Again, she doesn’t push. Just gives you a side glance and says, “Well, don’t overthink it. We’ve got a whole week of sun, overpriced cocktails, and probably at least one group fight. You’ll be fine.”

You offer a small smile. “Yeah, you're right. I’ll be fine.”

But your stomach’s still a mess, and the name you’ve been avoiding thinking about drags itself right back to the front of your mind.

Jungkook.

You haven’t seen him in a month.

Not since it ended.

And in about an hour, you’re going to be standing under the same roof as him — spending an entire week in the same space, breathing the same air, pretending it doesn’t feel like your insides are still bruised from the last time you spoke.

A small, irrational part of you hopes he won’t show. That something will come up. That he’ll decide it’s not worth it.

But you know him. He’ll be there.

Of course he will.

Kiara says something — probably teasing, probably meant to distract you — and you laugh on instinct. Keep the smile on your face, even as dread pools low in your gut.

This was supposed to be the trip of a lifetime.

You glance out the window again, the road narrowing in the distance.

Now, a part of you can't stop looking for the nearest exit.

You and Kiara are the first ones to arrive.

She pulls into the sandy lot just off the coastal road, the tires crunching softly over sunbaked gravel before the car settles into park. The air smells like salt and sunscreen, and the soft hiss of waves reaches you even before you open the door.

You step out slowly, blinking against the late afternoon sun. It’s warm but breezy, the kind of weather that clings just right to your skin.

The place looks exactly like the photos Namjoon sent in the group chat months ago — quiet, tropical, and beautiful.

Curved thatched-roof villas nestle into thick palm trees, wrapped around a smooth wooden deck that opens to a private pool. Soft lights glow under the railings, giving the whole place a warm, cosy feel. White umbrellas shade loungers facing the ocean, just a few steps off the deck and onto clean, untouched sand.

Seokjin had pulled a few strings to make it happen — his aunt owns the place, a family-run beachside resort tucked just far enough from the touristy areas that it still feels private. He managed to get the whole property reserved just for the twelve of you for the week. No strangers. No noise from other guests. Just your group, the ocean, and time that doesn’t need filling.

It's quiet. Calm.

You breathe in, hoping the calm will seep into you too. It doesn’t.

Kiara rounds the back of the car and stretches with a loud groan, sunglasses pushed up into her hair. “This is so cute,” she says, scanning the view. “God, I’m so glad we actually made it.”

You nod, eyes skimming the road. She leans against the car beside you, and for a while, neither of you say much.

The parking lot doesn’t stay quiet for long.

Taehyung and Yasmine roll in first, their white SUV kicking up dust as it slides into the spot next to Kiara’s. The engine barely cuts before Taehyung pushes open the door and steps out.

You’re already walking over but he gets to you first, greeting you with a wide boxy smile and outstretched arms. You let him pull you into a warm hug that's just dramatic enough to be on-brand.

Yasmine climbs out slower, adjusting her sunglasses with one hand while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She beams at you, dimples on display.

"God, I haven't seen you in forever," Taehyung sighs as he steps back. "Thought I'd catch you at Ari's birthday but you weren't there."

"I've just been busy."

It's not quite a lie, but not the complete truth either.

"Quite being such a workaholic, yeah? You have all the time to do that once summer ends

Yasmine laughs softly under her breath. “You cannot be talking right now, babe."

You snort as he playfully rolls his eyes.

Yasmine steps forward and pulls you into a hug of her own — tighter, less showy than Taehyung’s, but no less sincere. “We did miss you though. Go MIA on us again and we will track you down,” she says simply.

“I missed you guys too,” you murmur. The smile on your face has started to hurt your cheeks, but you can't stop grinning. It's been too long since you've genuinely felt so content, and the trip hasn't even properly started yet.

A familiar hatchback glides into the lot just as Yasmine and Taehyung pull Kiara into matching hugs, loud and overlapping. You squint into the sunlight, shielding your eyes until you catch the unmistakable sight of Ari behind the wheel — one arm slung casually over the open window.

The sun glints off the gold hoops in her ears, the fine chain around her neck, the chipped red polish on her fingers tapping the side of the door. She parks smoothly with one hand, and a wide smile curls across her features the moment she spots you.

Namjoon climbs out of the passenger seat with a long, slow stretch, like he’s waking up from a nap.

“Finally,” you call out, grinning, arms already out.

Ari steps out and shuts the door with her hip. “Bro, we passed the same creepy fruit stand three times. I was ready to fight the GPS.”

She strides over, pulls you into a hug that’s tight and real. She smells like grapefruit body spray and road trip exhaustion. “God, you’re alive,” she mutters into your shoulder. “I was convinced you bailed.”

You laugh. “I thought you would. You hate driving longer than thirty minutes.”

“Don’t remind me. Namjoon promised vibes and delivered car sickness.”

“I heard that,” Namjoon says, pulling you into a side hug of his own. He’s warm and solid, and his smile is small but real. “Still made it before sunset. That’s what counts.”

“Barely,” you mutter. “Kiara drove.”

“I heard that,” Kiara calls from behind the SUV, dragging her bag out with one hand and an iced tea in the other. “And we didn’t even get lost.”

You’re about to fire back a reply when the loud, familiar hum of a motorbike engine reaches your ears.

The sound hits like muscle memory — instant recognition, not even a second of doubt.

You don’t turn. You don’t have to.

And still, your body goes tense. You keep your gaze low, focused on the faded scuff mark near the toe of your shoe, but your ears are tuned in with brutal clarity.

The engine cuts.

Then boots hit dirt.

“Hey,” a voice calls out — easy, warm, annoyingly smooth. “Sorry I’m late.”

You finally look up.

Jungkook pulls off his helmet, a lazy sort of grin spreading across his face as he scans the group. His hair’s slightly flattened from the helmet, but it somehow works — messy, effortless, and still irritatingly pretty. He adjusts his shirt with one hand, and the fabric clings to the lines of his chest like it has a personal vendetta against your peace of mind.

He looks… fine.

Normal.

Like nothing’s weird. Like there’s no history. Like he didn’t once hold your heart like it was breakable and then drop it like he didn’t even notice.

“Look who’s finally here,” Namjoon calls, smiling like Jungkook isn’t at all late. “Took you long enough.”

“My bad,” Jungkook says, laughing a little as he walks toward the group. “GPS had me driving everywhere but the correct place.”

He makes the rounds casually — daps up Taehyung, hugs Yasmine and Ari in turn, nods at Kiara with that friendly chin-tilt he always does. When he reaches Namjoon, they exchange one of those quiet, guy-coded, half-shoulder embraces.

And then his eyes flick to you.

For half a second, his smile doesn’t change. It just softens at the edges — subtle, like a reflex.

Your stomach tightens.

“Hey,” he says.

You manage something that feels like a nod. “Hey.”

That’s all. No hug. No small talk. Not even eye contact that lasts longer than it needs to.

He doesn’t push it.

You try to focus on the group again, on Ari saying something about which rooms have outlets, but the back of your neck is hot. You’re not sure if it’s the sun or him or both.

You think that’s it — that maybe you’ll be able to forget he’s even here for a bit — when suddenly, from just across you, his voice cuts in again.

“Oh— I brought that thing you left at my place, by the way.”

You blink. For a moment, you’re sure he’s talking to someone else — but when you look up, he’s already looking at you.

“What?”

“That thing,” he says again, like it should be obvious. “You left it last weekend. I figured you’d want it back.”

Your brain stutters.

Last weekend?

You haven’t been to his place in weeks. You’ve barely even texted since the breakup. You definitely didn’t leave anything there last weekend because you were nowhere near there.

He says it so casually. So matter-of-fact.

You look at him — really look — and for the first time since he arrived, you see something behind the relaxed exterior. It’s quick. Too fast to name. But it’s not nothing.

“What… what are you talking about?” you ask, quietly.

He just jerks his head toward the bike. “C’mere for a sec. I’ll show you.”

And just like that, he’s already turning, walking back toward the motorbike like this is completely normal.

You don’t move at first. You just stand there, frowning, trying to make sense of what he said.

You didn’t leave anything. You know you didn’t.

So what the hell is he doing?

You glance back at the others — still busy, still loud, still completely out of earshot. No one even seems to notice that Jungkook is beckoning you away like it’s just another part of the day.

You hesitate.

Then, against your better judgment, your feet move anyway.

The gravel crunches beneath your shoes as you follow him, the group's voices turning to background noise — laughter, zippers, the thunk of a cooler hitting the ground. Faint but fading.

He stops near the bike, facing away, like he’s waiting for you to say something first.

You take the bait.

“What the fuck are you on about?” you say, sharp, not bothering to soften it.

He turns then. Slowly. His face is tighter now — still calm, but the easy smile from earlier is long gone. There’s something clipped in the way he exhales.

“You didn’t tell them?”

You blink. “Tell who what?”

“The group,” he says, like it’s obvious. “You didn’t tell them we broke up.”

You stare at him.

A breeze cuts through the clearing, rustling the edge of your shirt. You feel it but don’t move. Your brain is still catching up.

“I thought you told them,” you say finally, frowning.

He huffs a short, disbelieving laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. “No. I didn’t. Clearly.”

Your stomach sinks.

You shift your weight, eyes flicking toward the group — still too far to hear, but not far enough to not feel it.

“So,” you say slowly, “you’re telling me… they all still think we’re together?”

Jungkook doesn’t answer immediately. He just gives you a look. A quiet, restrained yes.

You blink again, the weight of that landing hard and uneven in your chest. Your thoughts start tripping over each other.

“That’s fine,” you say quickly, stubborn. “I’ll just tell them. I’ll— we’ll clear it up.”

“No,” he says, almost before the words leave your mouth. His tone is firmer now, more certain.

You narrow your eyes. “Why not?”

He looks at you, and for a second, he seems like he’s debating whether to say anything at all.

Then he sighs and leans back slightly, arms crossed.

“Because I’m like eighty percent sure Seokjin’s planning to propose to Haeun at the end of this trip.”

You blink.

“What?”

“He asked me about ring sizes a month ago. And he’s been weirdly nervous in the group chat. You didn’t notice?”

You hadn’t. Or maybe you had and just didn’t register it. You're mind has been hazy for the past few weeks, and the person to blame is standing opposite you.

Jungkook shakes his head like it’s obvious, then gestures vaguely toward the resort. “He’s gonna do it. Probably by the beach. Probably with fireworks or some corny shit. It’s gonna be a big thing.”

You stare at him, arms crossed now too, trying to piece it all together.

“And if we drop this whole breakup bomb now,” he continues, “that’s all anyone’s gonna talk about. Not the proposal. Not the memories. Just… us. Ending.”

You don’t answer right away.

Because he’s not wrong. You know he’s not wrong.

You can already picture it — the weird silences, the whispered side conversations, the heavy tension whenever someone says “remember when—” and then catches themselves. All of it looping back to you two. To what used to be you two.

And Seokjin — the guy who makes toast like it’s a grand gesture, who once cried at a dog food commercial — he doesn’t deserve that. Not on his big moment.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Fuck.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything.

You look at him again.

And there’s a flicker of something you can’t name on his face. Not smugness, not satisfaction. Just… tired honesty.

Neither of you wanted this.

But here it is.

And now you have to deal with it.

You cross your arms tighter, trying to ground yourself with the weight of them. The sun’s lower now, casting long shadows behind the bike, and you can hear the faint sound of Kiara yelling something, probably about food or wine.

But none of it matters.

Not when your very existence here suddenly feels like a live wire.

You glance at Jungkook again, brows drawn. “Okay… so what are you planning to do?”

He hesitates — just a breath, but you catch it.

Then he gives you a look. One you know too well.

That don’t be mad look.

“...You’re gonna hate me for this,” he says, almost like he’s bracing for impact, “but I think we should just… pretend. For the week.”

Your head jerks back a little, eyebrows raised. “Pretend?”

“Yeah,” he says, quickly, like speeding through it might make it sound less insane. “Just for now. Just until the trip’s over.”

You stare at him like he’s grown another head.

“Jungkook.”

“You already said it — you were gonna tell them anyway, right?” he shrugs. “So you’re not lying, technically. You’re just… delaying.”

Your mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again. “We broke up one month ago.”

“Yeah. I know. I was there.”

“And now you want us to pretend that we’re still dating.”

“For one week,” he says, holding up a finger like that somehow makes it reasonable. “We dated for four years. What’s one more week gonna do?”

You blink at him.

Hard.

A part of you still doesn't want to believe that you spent four years in a relationship that ended up leading to nothing. All of your college years spent focusing on you and Jungkook, just for everything to just end so abruptly.

“This is not the same as being together for four years.”

“I didn’t say it was.”

“You’re actually being serious.”

“I am serious,” he says, voice exasperated. “Look, the rooms are already organised. All the couples are paired up. If we tell them now, we'll have to crash someone else’s setup and that'll just ruin the trip more.”

You hate that he’s thought this through.

You hate even more that he’s not totally wrong.

You groan under your breath, pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes. “God. This is so dumb.”

“I know.”

“I shouldn’t have come.”

“Yeah, well… you did.”

You drop your hands, exhaling hard. Your eyes meet his again. His face is calm, but there is a flicker of tension behind his eyes. Like he’s holding something in. Like this is costing him, too, but he’s choosing not to show it.

You want to fight it. You should fight it.

But then you think of Seokjin’s dumb soft smile, the way he talks about Haeun like she built the stars, and how excited everyone is to be here together.

You can’t ruin that. You won’t be the reason this trip turns into a bad memory.

So you sigh. Heavily. Like it’s the only thing anchoring you to the ground.

“Fine,” you mutter.

You don’t meet his eyes when you say it. You just brush past the stubborn knot in your chest and take a step forward.

Jungkook shifts his weight, then holds out his hand toward you like it’s nothing. Like this is casual. Normal.

“Okay,” he says, almost too breezy. “Hold my hand.”

You blink. “What?”

“C’mon,” he says, like you’re the one being weird. “We’re walking back. We’re gonna act like a couple, or someone’s gonna know something’s up.”

You stare at him.

Because it’s not that he’s wrong. It’s that he said it so simply. It annoys you how easy this seems to be for him — to just pretend to be in love with you again.

It makes you wonder if he had been putting up an act for the entirety of your relationship.

You open your mouth to argue, but then close it again. You guys were never lowkey when you were together. You didn’t do subtle. If you suddenly walk back ten feet apart and barely acknowledging each other, someone will notice. Probably Ari first. She always knows when something is up.

You exhale, slow and resigned.

“God, we were so annoying with the PDA,” you mutter, almost to yourself.

Jungkook snorts. “Yeah. That’s kinda on us.”

You eye his outstretched hand, hesitate for another second. And then — with every ounce of reluctance you can physically manifest — you slide your hand into his, fingers fitting between his like muscle memory.

He curls his fingers around yours automatically, warm and easy.

Too easy.

You stare at your joined hands for a second longer than you mean to.

It’s ridiculous how fast your body remembers this. How natural it feels — the shape of his hand, the calloused pads of his fingers, the way his thumb always rests along the side of yours without even thinking.

You look away quickly.

Your chest does something strange and quiet, and you shut the door on it before it can speak.

It’s not real. Not anymore.

The sound of tires on gravel cuts through your thoughts.

You glance up just as a car eases around the bend, pulling into the last open spot in the lot. It's Seokjin’s car — you recognise it immediately — and the moment it comes to a stop, the passenger doors swing open in near perfect unison.

Jimin hops out first, stretching like he’s just stepped off a ten-hour flight instead of a two-hour drive. He runs a hand through his blonde locks, a smile enveloping is features the moment he spots you all.

He’s dressed like he put thought into looking effortless — loose tee, chain glinting at his collar, a wrist stacked with bracelets that clink faintly when he moves to grab his bag from the seat.

Yoongi follows behind him, slower, more deliberate. He slings a canvas duffel over one shoulder and shuts the car door loudly.

You watch as they start walking toward the group — Jimin already waving, Yoongi just nodding at someone — and then the driver’s door creaks open.

Seokjin steps out with one hand braced on the roof, blinking against the sun. His shirt’s a little wrinkled from the drive, but his hair is neat, like he smoothed it down at the last gas station stop. He circles the car, pulls open the back door, and starts hauling out bags with a quiet sort of efficiency.

Haeun steps out more carefully, eyes scanning the scenery, one hand smoothing the back of her hair. She adjusts her sleeves, then quietly shuts the door behind her. No big entrance — just a soft, polite smile as she approaches the group a few steps behind Seokjin.

"This isn't bad," Yoongi says, giving the area a once-over as he adjusts the strap on his shoulder.

Jimin grins, throwing a look back at him. “You sound almost impressed.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Just expected more bugs.”

“There will be bugs,” Kiara calls from the trunk of her car, holding up a bottle of bug spray like a threat. “But I brought protection.”

“Of course you did,” Jimin laughs.

Jungkook steps in, releasing your hand briefly to clap Jimin on the back before pulling him into a hug. “Good to see you, dude. You took your sweet time getting here,” he says.

Jimin just grins. “Fashionably late.”

Without looking, Jungkook reaches back for your hand and finds it on instinct, fingers sliding back between yours like he never let go in the first place.

Taehyung slings his hands around Yoongi dramatically, even to his standards. Yoongi lets it happen for about three seconds before grumbling, “You’re clinging.”

“You love it,” Taehyung says, squeezing tighter.

“I tolerate it,” Yoongi corrects, deadpan, though the corner of his mouth twitches upward.

Taehyung lets go with a satisfied grin, already reaching for his bag, and Yoongi just shakes his head, muttering something under his breath as he adjusts his duffel.

Jimin’s halfway through complimenting Haeun — something about how her top matches the sky, or the sea, or maybe both — and she just smiles, quiet and a little bashful, before mumbling a thank you and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Seokjin glances over at the exchange with a faint smile but doesn’t say anything, just lifts something from the trunk with a grunt.

It’s starting to annoy you how in love all your friends are. It feels like the universe mocking you — like every laugh, every shared glance, every easy touch is some private joke you’ve been left out of.

Yasmine resting her head on Taehyung’s shoulder, Namjoon glancing over at Ari every time he makes a joke just to watch her eyes crinkle into crescent moons, Jimin and Yoongi refusing to admit that they like each other despite the constant glances and smiles that everyone notices.

None of it is loud or showy, but it’s everywhere. Quiet affection humming underneath everything.

And the worst part? No one’s doing anything wrong. They're just happy. Which, somehow, makes it worse.

Namjoon scrolls through something on his phone nearby, then looks up just in time to catch Seokjin trying to drag three bags at once.

“You good?” he calls.

“I’m thriving,” Seokjin says, winded. “But I won’t be carrying anything else for the rest of the trip.”

A few laughs ripple through the group. The sun’s dropped just low enough to cast long, soft shadows across the lot, golden waves illuminating against everyone's skin.

“Alright,” Namjoon says, raising his voice just enough to cut through the chatter. “Let’s grab our stuff and head in. Hyung, you've got the keys, right?”

You all look over at Seokjin, who holds the keys up briefly.

Everyone moves back to their own cars, reaching for bags, slinging backpacks over shoulders, tugging at zippers and slapping closed trunks.

You slip your hand from Jungkook’s and head to Kiara’s trunk, digging out your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder. When you walk back, he subtly extends his hand toward you — a quiet invitation.

You don’t take it. You just keep walking.

You told yourself you'd only do what was necessary — the bare minimum to make it believable. Holding hands in front of others? Sure. Smiling for the occasional photo? Fine.

But extras, like this — when no one’s watching — felt like the kind of thing that could make you slip up without meaning to.

Ari falls in beside you, and without thinking, you hook your arm through hers, quickly falling into an easy conversation.

Behind you, you faintly hear him sigh.

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[thickskcll]

✧  𓂅  closed  for  @excutes  (  lee  &  isa  )  ,  gotti's  !

“  my  arm  is  literally  falling  off  .  ”  a  clear  lie  ,  but  she’d  stick  by  it  .  after  the  night  she  had  ,  it  was  a  miracle  she  was  even  showing  up  to  work  the  next  day  let  alone  was  willing  to  stay  (  at  least  that’s  how  she  spun  it  )  .  “  do  you  know  how  many  stitches  thirteen  stitches  is  ?  it’s  basically  thirty  two  .  that’s  what  it  feels  like  .  ”  she  continued  to  whine  as  she  lowered  herself  into  one  of  the  chairs  in  his  office  ,  allowing  herself  to  get  comfortable  as  she  surveyed  the  bandage  she  was  giving  strict  instructions  not  to  mess  with  .  “  do  you  have  like  a  straw  or  something  ?  do  you  think  i  can  sneak  it  in  between  the  bandage  to  scratch  it  ?  i’m  dying  here  .  ”

[dolene]

TYING YOU TO ME!

summary: nobody knows where the invisible strings could take you to. no one could ever see the threads, but the clues were surely there. you just don't realize it.

four times charles said his happy birthday, one time y/n said it back.

anonymous requested: Hi, sooo since it's my birthday in a couple of days I wanted to request a smau with Charles Leclerc's birthday post for his gf through the years like a childhood friend to lovers kinda thing and the internet is just being obsessed with them.

pairing: charles leclerc x childhood friend!reader

author's note: this is such a sweet request from you nonny! i wish you a happiest and sweetest birthday whenever it is<3

FEBRUARY, 2019

charles_leclerc

liked by arthur_leclerc, and 467,213 others

charles_leclerc It's been a long time since you're becoming my best friend, Y/n. But unfortunately your mama doesn't trust me with your childhood pictures, so she gave me this.

But I wish you the happiest birthday, Mon loulou😉🎂

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FEBRUARY, 2020

charles_leclerc

liked by carlossainz55, and 594,355 others

charles_leclerc Wishing the happiest of birthdays to the coolest person i know my entire life🎂😄 ＠yourusername

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charles_leclerc added a photo to their story! 3h

caption: Selfie with the birthday girl

FEBRUARY 2021

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc She's a menace. Happy birthday baguette eater.

👤: ＠yourusername, ＠joris__trouche

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  ⤷ charles_leclerc Sorry, can't help it, Arthur said i need to post this

  ⤷ arthur_leclerc THE BETRAYAL

FEBRUARY, 2022

charles_leclerc

liked by lewishamilton, and 882,490 others

charles_leclerc Still be the coolest and the nicest person I've ever had, and now she is my girlfriend. Happy birthday, loulou. ti amerò per sempre.

👤: ＠yourusername

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FEBRUARY, 2023

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, and 724,560 others

charles_leclerc A year has passed since the time that I asked you to be my girlfriend. Joris said that he took more, but unfortunately the camera took a swim, and that leave us with this grainy picture.

And anyways, I wish you a marvelous birthday to my beloved girlfriend, ＠yourusername. never change.

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OCTOBER 16TH, 2024

yourusername

liked by sebastianvettel, and 859,437 others

yourusername Who knew that this tiny man is once my best friend?

Even though I got my hair slicked back, putting up my fakest smile, and wearing the black dress you hate; I'm still amazed that you were still there for me whenever i could count on you.

And now that you're my boyfriend, I cannot be more grateful for that. Happy birthday, big boy. Je t'aime pour toujours.❤️❤️

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[araybiaa]

many people are noticing the treatment of heather collins / tracy ifeachor from hbo max’s new show ‘the pitt’

1. let me preface by saying although there’s no official confirmation its unfortunately looking more likely that her character has been written off of the show and here’s why: noah revealed that this week’s previous episode (11) was tracy’s last day of filming — which is strange because there’s 4 more episodes of the season left. you can say “oh she’s not there because she’s at home resting!” but from some of bts pictures that the cast posted patrick’s character landgon comes back to help. (he’s in pictures with characters we haven’t seen yet so this confirms it.) so you’re telling me they can call him back to help knowing that they’re understaffed but not collins?

2. she’s not in any promo. after every episode the cast does interviews, specifically whenever a character has a pivotal moment. isa (santos) gave a several interviews throughout the season, but most importantly about her character’s beef with langdon. patrick (langdon) gave a few interviews about the robby/langdon scene and his character, supriya gave an interview about the mass shooting that’s coming up, katherine (dana) talked about her character’s assault and taylor (king) gave an interview about episode 11’s delivery scene. if you recall, episode 7 was a huge moment for collins when she had the miscarriage in the bathroom and episode 11 also gave us backstory about her and robby’s relationship but also about her recent troubles with having a baby. tracy did not have one single interview about these pivotal moments for her character. noah (although yes he’s the executive producer) gave interviews about these moments for her but it’s still strange because the other actors were given solo moments to talk about it themselves. why would they give taylor an interview about a backstory episode for collins? there’s a lot of depth to collins — probably more than anyone else on the show aside from robby and we don’t have one interview hearing tracy’s thoughts about anything.

she’s the female lead of the show but isa has done more interviews than tracy. (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

3.

there’s been speculation about her being written since the beginning, but an extra on set said this on reddit — saying that it wasn’t about tracy being a diva / being difficult like some people believed. (even if that were the case she should still be allowed to give interviews because her character had several important moments throughout the season but they’re not being talked about by her.)

4. other people have noticed this too. (here’s a thread about it) someone saw a post earlier that said tracy was “unavailable” to do interviews. but as we know they released half of the season to the press early. so she wasn’t available? they couldn’t have done an onset interview? zoom? there’s ways to make it work but they purposely chose not to interview her. you’re telling me second lead of the show is unavailable to do interviews?

5. the producers /writers gave a little insight about season 2 and gave us information about langdon but not collins. they were both sent home. why was he the only one mentioned?

6. collins’ storyline seems like a wrap up to her character. although she said she wouldn’t try for another baby, with them sending her home they could easily have her renege on the decision and try for another kid and make up some excuse as to why she wouldn’t be at the hospital anymore.

let me finish by saying i love(d) the show. this was the fastest i’ve ever connected to a show. i tuned in every thurs and live tweeted so much. (if you’ve seen my blog you know how much i’ve obsessed with the show.) but i can’t ignore how she’s being treated / ignored. if tracy willingly chose to leave the show then that’s another story. but even then why is she being excluded from the promo? she should’ve been able to give at least two interviews seeing as though her character had to big moments over these past 11 episodes. hopefully, they tell us officially by the end of the season what’s happening with her character. i genuinely hope that i’m wrong, but it’s hard to ignore this pattern of why she’s being excluded like this. again nothing has been confirmed; this is just a post acknowledging the exclusion of tracy’s character and me voicing my concerns!

[thickskcll]

✧  𓂅  closed  for  @hcllscapes  (  briar  &  isa  )  ,  the  gym  !

the  gym  was  a  happy  place  ten  minutes  ago  .  that  was  right  before  her  headphones  died  .  now  she  was  stuck  on  the  stairmaster  listening  to  taylor  swift  over  the  loudspeaker  tell  her  about  karma  and  wondering  how  loud  she’d  have  to  scream  to  blow  out  her  own  eardrums  .  unfortunately  for  the  person  on  the  machine  beside  her  ,  isa  wouldn’t  suffer  alone  .  misery  loved  company  or  whatever  .  “  who  the  hell  do  they  have  on  aux   do  you  think  ?  ”  she  questioned  in  between  deep  breaths  .  “  it  has  to  be  a  twelve  year  old  right  ?  where  is  the  angry  guitar  and  grunt  singing  music  ?  that’s  motivational  .  ”