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kaleidoscopeminds · 2 months
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luke on the iheartradio alter ego red carpet
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baconnotbaekhyun · 1 year
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Soo’s smile to bring in that serotonin boost ✨✨ @thedeviousdo
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kindahoping4forever · 8 months
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Ash @ The 5SOS Show Tour Boston Night 2 - 13 August 2023
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mystery-fish-17 · 16 days
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Lesbians👍❤️
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bau-drabbles · 11 months
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i just think aaron’s beard deserves more attention 🫦
you're so right for this bestie 😍 i also think his dimples deserve to be kissed and cherished 🫶😮‍💨
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anne-chart · 1 year
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17 February 2023
Princess Anne,accompanied by Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence, rededicated the Citizens’ War Memorial at noon in front of a crowd of several hundred people. She laid a wreath and unveiled a plaque as part of the half-hour ceremony.
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bewby · 11 months
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Can Someone ACTUALLY KILLLL ME RIGHT NOW
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miekasa · 2 years
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i really like the idea of prince!connie who enters your life and teaches you that it can be so much more than fake smiles and appeasing the royal court, he takes you out all the time - on cute picnics and his kingdom’s festivals and he holds your hand the whole time :( i imagine princess!reader and prince!connie have been engaged since birth and you haven’t really gotten to know eachother and you just hoped for him to be a decent man but you don’t expect him to turn your world upside down and you can’t imagine ruling without him <\3 he’s not scared to show affection on royal tours and in front of royal officials, he is completely in love with you so why wouldn’t he????
Okay, okay, I like this, I can roll with this. Let’s say you know Connie—not well, but you know him from visiting his kingdom, and being forced into high tea and academics with him as a kid. You know that he’s not the best at math, that he hates reading, and that he would much rather pay hide and seek with his knights in the courtyard, than be cooped up in the library doing history lessons; so it doesn’t surprise you that he gains the reputation of the troublemaker prince as he gets older. You never thought lowly of him for it, though; you know Connie never intended to get you into trouble when he invited you to play instead of doing your lessons, he just wanted to have fun with you. He just wanted a friend.
Your visits become fewer and farther between as you get older. Naturally, you both have more responsibilities to bear and you’re limited to seeing him only on formal occasions; sometimes you don’t even get to talk, as you’re busy being greeting other noblemen and representing your family, but he always sends you a warm smile (and a very unprincely wave). So, when your parents are telling you about an upcoming event hosted by Connie’s family, you didn’t expect it to be a party to announce your engagement—because, apparently, you and Connie have been betrothed since birth. You’re not exactly elated to learn that your life was planned without your consent, but you suppose if it had to be anybody, you’re glad it’s him. When you see him the night before, you expect it to be awkward, but Connie doesn’t allow room for doubt. He didn’t know about the engagement either, but he happily takes your hand and smiles, “I’m just happy I get to see you more often! I missed you, you know.”
You might be the smarter one on paper, but Connie ends up teaching you way more than you’ve ever learned in your private lessons. He drags you out into town to play with the kids, and see the vendors, and to show you that he’s friends with the stray cats near his favorite bakery. Instead of letting you read about historic sites in his kingdom, he takes you there on dates—you have a picnic under the oldest willow tree in the land, and skip rocks in the river rumored to have been frozen over completely during the hundred year’s winter, and he has a dress made for you by the granddaughter of the seamstress who first sewed his kingdom’s flag—and you quickly see that even though other royals see him as a troublemaker, Connie is loved and revered by the citizens of his kingdom, and for good reason.
And the affection comes naturally to him. He doesn’t ever want you to feel like you’re an accessory to him—you two might be engaged because an agreement your parents made with each other, but that doesn’t change the fact that you were always Connie’s first, and only, love. He knows how some princes and noblemen get with their arranged spouses, but he doesn’t think of you like that—he’s proud to be engaged to you, and he’s more than happy to show it; you always enter the room first, he’s never not by your side in public, and he never, ever misses an opportunity to dance with you. Other men might be miserable in their marriages or take a mistress on the side, but not Connie. He’s your husband to be, and everybody knows it.
#anonymous#this little bald headed IDIOT!!! I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!!!!#connie x reader#ok ok picture this: you two have been tasked to review idk some boring history policy or whatever#youre stressing bc u feel like this is a Test or whatever and u have to Prove yourself to the elders in connie's court#youre a good princess--youre kind and gentle and you dont make trouble--but still u feel like youre being... watched#like youre expected to like... make a change or something? whatever it is--connie literally snatches the paper out of your hands#you try to tell him that you guys have to take this seriously that you have more sources to read and notes to make#and he just takes ur hands mid sentence and is like 'do you wanna play hide and seek with me 🤩'#and ur like connie r u DUMB they already think ur an idiot! and they think im a pushover! and he just shrugs#he doesnt care. rambles off about how the policy isnt in your hands to make anyway bc it concerns taxation of baked goods and nobody should#be doing anything without consulting the bakers and u just blink bc. hes right but ? since when does the connie u know Know all that#either way he just like swings ur hands like 'we can play in the courtyard! and this time we wont have to stop playing bc u have a curfew!'#its impractical. running and playing in a dress but its fun#connie finds you easily--he sees the train of your dress behind a marble statue#you tell him its not fair bc u didnt have time to hide properly and ur dress was in the way but he just smiles all soft#and laughs a little because 'thats the same place you hid when we were four you know... but come on its your turn to find me!'#can u imagine ur getting married and signing papers and ur like wait ur name is constance ???#and connie just sighs and signs his part ' u just vowrd to love me forever. in sickness and in health. even if my real name is dumb as hell'
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0alanasworld0 · 1 year
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Noussair has gorgeous eyes
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thehurtingreflex · 2 years
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There’re too many vibes in that interview
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goldenhypen · 2 years
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petition for more jungwon forehead ✋🏻
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dynamimight · 5 months
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having a very intense deep guttural need to write and post SOMEthing about my streamer!au and furthermore the charity event where snarky sort-of friends katsuki and reader have to bid to go on a date and reader bids the highest on katsuki and-
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katsus-world · 2 months
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The pad of his thumb is tracing your bottom lip slowly, then moving to your cheek, then your temple, then back to your lower lip. Scarlet eyes watched your face with content. A soft sigh slipped out of your throat.
“I missed ya’.” His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper but you hear him. Lips twitching into a smile, you reply.
“Suki, you’ve been with me all day.” You say with a light giggle. You hear his lips smack together as one of your eyes flutter open.
“Thas’ different, too many people. I wanted you alone.” You shuffle closer to him, your face burying itself into the nook of his neck. His lips right above your ear now.
“Well we’re alone now.” You hummed as his smoky smell filled your nostrils. Toasted apple and fire wood. Smells like a cozy night in a cabin in the middle of winter.
“Finally.” He snorts softly, eyes rolling at your obvious statement. His large hands find home at the back of your head. Fingers tangling themselves in your hair.
“Missed my pretty girl.” His words make your chest tingle and your face heat up.
“Missed you too, kats.”
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
I love me some flufff 🤩, katsuki might be a bit OOC. Sorry for any misspelling too!
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bucket-hat-lando · 2 months
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Stream interruption’s(LN)
pairing lando x fem reader
Y/n and Lando were enjoying an off weekend back at home in Monaco y/n watching Netflix the new season of OBX just being released and Lando streaming with max.
Midway through she became bored of the show and started scrolling on TikTok, deep in her scroll she came across a trend known as “sit on your bfs lap mid game to see his reaction”.
Y/n saw a few more and decided to give it a try. She quietly walked down the hallway slowly peaking her head into his game room seeing Lando screaming at the game “bullshit” max laughing at him he’s completely oblivious to y/n standing there so she makes her move.
Puts her phone sitting on the side of the desk camera pointed at Lando’s game chair.
Slowly getting closer to the chair then finally coming around not saying a word just straddling him with her face in his neck. lando at first is surprised but after a few seconds whispers” hey gorgeous miss me already”. Y/n does nothing just goes boneless Lando eventually just settles for pausing the game and rubbing her back all while seeing the chat go wild “ omg the way Lando just let her hug him “. “ they’re so cute”.
Y/n eventually looks up and smiles at him and says “well now I know even mid game you will cuddle.” She says getting off his lap he looks at her confused and then she shows him the recording he laughs kissing her pulling away saying “anytime anywhere for you gorgeous.”
And another one done!!
I really like this one
Also Lando extending his contract AHHHH 🤩
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breadbrobin · 3 months
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lavender roses
luke castellan x reader — percy jackson and the olympians
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[fem!daughter of persephone reader]
summary: everyone thinks red roses are synonymous with the perfect love. you believe that lavender roses deserve more love, and luke believes that you’re worthy of all the love in the world—you’re both just bad at communicating it.
warnings: kissing, swearing, suggestive content, mentions of weapons, idiots, miscommunication trope but it’s cute dw, seriously they’re both so stupid and oblivious, besties to idiots to lovers
word count: 3.3k
(y’all i’m losing my mind i can’t stop writing but this might be one of my favourites ever)
(also i might put together a luke taglist and a clarisse taglist so lmk if you wanna be put on either of those and i’ll get to work on it 🤩)
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“i’m free february fourteenth,” you said nonchalantly.
you were sitting with luke at dinner and he’d just asked you if you ever had a day off working. as a daughter of persephone, you lived in the hermes cabin, but spent most of your time working in the strawberry fields. you spent every free moment there, soaking in the sun, helping the plants grow and picking flowers to put in vases around the cabin and infirmary.
he nodded as chris choked on his food beside him, coughing hard. “okay, we should hang out then.”
you weren’t sure if he knew what was going on. was he messing with you? playing a joke? really wanting to hang out with you on valentine’s day? or was he having a lapse of memory and he forgot that day had any significance at all?
either way, you nodded. when you spoke, your voice was slightly higher pitched than usual. “sure.”
“we can have a picnic. we haven’t done that in a while.” he was nodding still, looking into his food with a thoughtful expression.
the air nearly left your lungs. you nodded back, though he wasn’t looking at you, and exchanged a wide-eyed look with chris across the table. sure, you and luke used to go for picnics occasionally, but that was before he’d gotten unfairly attractive overnight and you’d developed the most annoying crush on him. “yeah, sure. it’s a date.”
if you could have jumped into tartarus you would have.
what the fuck. why would you say that?
chris was staring at you in shock.
your mouth was dry.
and luke was smiling like nothing was wrong. were his cheeks red? or was that your imagination? “yup! it’s a date.”
when he got up from the table to leave after dinner, he kissed your cheek. this wasn’t too far out of the ordinary, per se—it happened occasionally—but it sent a rush of adrenaline shooting down your spine and set your cheeks aflame.
chris’ eyebrows were raised. “what was that?”
“i have no idea,” you breathed.
“do you think he knows?”
your voice was even softer as you shook your head. “dude. i have no idea.”
valentine’s day couldn’t come soon enough.
you could hardly think of anything else. zoning out in the fields, losing focus while sparring, getting distracted by luke’s shoulder muscles while he was drawing back his bow, sending your arrow flying off to the side.
he laughed at you with everyone else, coming over to stand by your side. “you good there? need any help?”
you shook your head, your quaking fingers drawing the string back once more, pulling it taut. archery wasn’t your best skill, but you weren’t terrible at it.
you could feel his eyes on you, judging your form, analysing your aim. it put you off.
your arrow barely hit the target.
luke winced. “that was… better.”
you sighed and lowered the bow. “you’re distracting me!”
he laughed. “i’m distracting you?”
“yes!” you huffed, frowning at him. his eyes were lit up with amusement. “you are.”
“well, then i’m very sorry.” he raised his hands and took a step back, dipping his head too. “as you were, milady.”
you rolled your eyes with a smile and drew your arrow back, aiming and firing, but it still didn’t do well. in fact, every arrow that you shot pierced outside of the black rings. you were starting to think there was either something wrong with the bow or that you’d been cursed by one of the apollo kids, when someone’s hand lowered your elbow.
you looked over to see luke. he wasn’t watching your face. he was guiding your elbow down so it was more level with your arrow’s line and gently pulling your shoulders back so they were more even.
“pull back a bit more,” he coached quietly.
“i know what i’m doing,” you protested.
“i know, but today you look like you need a reminder. do you want my help? or do you wanna keep missing?” he finally looked you in the eye. he was sincere, you realised.
you sighed and draw the arrow back a little more.
he nodded happily and continued guiding your stance until you were perfect, his hands hot on your body and his breath on the back of your neck. he stayed behind you as you lowered the arrow and took a few deep breaths.
you were still watching him over your shoulder. his lips quirked as he reached out and gently turned your face away to look at the target. his hand was calloused and rough, but the tough was soft. you could barely breathe.
“focus,” he said softly. “eyes on the prize.”
you’re the only prize i want, was all you could think, but you didn’t say anything. you drew the arrow back, your fingers brushing against the corner of your lips. you felt better—more powerful, more confident—in this stance. and maybe luke’s presence behind you was helping with that too. you could feel the slight ghost of his hand on your waist. it kept you grounded. it stopped you from floating away.
your arrow pierced just beside the bullseye.
luke’s hand tightened on your waist, squeezing proudly. “that’s my girl.”
your heart fluttered as you smiled. “thanks, luke.”
he patted your lower back as he stepped away. “that’s what i’m here for. go kill it.”
then he was gone, and there was a fiery pit in your stomach that grew with each passing day that told you that—oh shit—you were in fully love with luke castellan.
february fourteenth arrived in a flurry of pinks, reds and whites. hearts adorned the camp, courtesy of the aphrodite cabin, and you and the demeter cabin had been tasked with growing what felt like hundreds of red roses. personally, you didn’t understand the hype surrounding red roses. after all, the lavender ones were the prettiest. they even meant love at first sight—far better than plain old love.
but with all the love in the air and the aphrodite campers swooning left and right, luke was sure to figure out his mistake and call off the picnic. it made you feel sick with anxiety, and your hands shook as you tended to the roses.
“y/n, hey!” luke’s voice came right next to you.
you flinched and the rose bush sprouted ten feet in the air with new flowers springing into existence left and right.
“whoa…” he said, looking up at it in shock. “i don’t think we need that many.”
“i don’t think anyone needs that many.” you muttered and took a deep breath, bringing the bush back down to size. “what are you doing here, luke?” your heart was in your throat. he didn’t look upset, but he’d always been good at hiding his emotions. was he about to tell you that he didn’t want to meet up later? or that he hated you for tricking him? thoughts started spinning like tops in your mind as you sunk into worse scenario after worse scenario.
“i just wanted to make sure we were still on for this afternoon? and to let you know to meet me by the lake.” were you imagining things, or did he look almost… nervous? his cheeks were red and he wasn’t meeting your eyes for more than a few seconds at a time. was he? really?
you nodded. “oh, uh, yeah. we’re still on. i’ll meet you…?”
“at two?”
“at two.” you smiled. he smiled back and you ignored the flutter in your chest. a strand of hair blew in front of your face.
his hand twitched by his side, like he wanted to push it back, but he just nodded. “okay. see you later.”
“later,” you nodded as he walked away. “can’t wait!” you called after him. he shot a grin over his shoulder, and once he was gone, you buried your face in the rose bush with an exasperated groan.
at 1:45, you still didn’t know what to wear.
your friend becky had dragged you into the aphrodite cabin and was shoving various outfits into your arms to try on, since you didn’t have many nice outfits of your own, but nothing was right.
even though you were the same size as her, nothing seemed to fit you as well as it did her—some aphrodite’s daughter bullshit, you guessed.
she sat down on her bunk next to you and sighed. “i hate to say it, but… we’re out of options.”
you groaned and flopped backwards, covering your face.
she swatted your hands away. “you’ll smudge your makeup!” she then sat back and sighed. “honestly, hun, you might just have to go naked.”
“i’m sure he’d love that!” one of her brothers called from across the room.
you threw a pillow at him, but it dropped halfway there.
then becky froze with a gasp. “oh, my gods.”
you sat up. “what?”
“wait here.” she got up and dashed away, peering into the depths of her wardrobe.
you watched absently, kind of worried she’d pull out some sexy lingerie, as she felt around at the very back, in the corner. then her face lit up. she pulled out a dress. it was white and floaty, with tiny pale pink flowers on it and the most flattering neckline you’d ever seen. she held it out to you and then dragged you to the designated changing area beside her bunk.
you changed slowly, not wanting to rip the delicate material, then looked at yourself in the mirror.
holy shit.
becky stuck her head around the corner and gasped. “perfect! ugh, i feel like a proud mother.”
you laughed, smoothing the floaty fabric over your thighs. it was kind of staticky. “yeah, thanks, mom.”
she grabbed your arm and dragged you out, showing you off. “siblings! my magnum opus.”
as whistles and cheers came from the few people in the cabin, you smiled.
“he’ll love it,” becky whispered. “you look hot.”
“it’s not even a date,” you protested. “it’s just a hang out.”
“sweet cheeks, its a picnic on valentine’s day.” she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder. “it’s a date. now go. you’re gonna be late.”
you slipped on your white sandals and the light green jacket you always wore, let silena slip a white headband into your hair, then stepped out the door.
it wasn’t a cold day, exactly, but you were grateful for the jacket.
you rushed down the lake and got there two minutes late.
luke was no where to be found.
great, you thought. he was messing with me the whole time.
just as you were considering leaving, you heard footsteps running up to you.
“y/n! i’m so sorry, i could figure out—oh, wow...” luke stopped in his tracks as you turned around. his eyes were wide and his cheeks were red as he looked you up and down. he cleared his throat. “i didn’t know what to wear.”
he’d settled on a navy blue crew neck sweater and black jeans. his hair was messy, like he’d been running his hands through it, and he looked good. really good.
shit. that would make things more difficult.
“it’s okay,” you smiled. “neither could i.”
“well, you look… you look amazing.” his voice was soft, almost reverent.
gods, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to stop blushing. this was torture. “thanks,” you said though, pretending your heart wasn’t climbing up your throat and threatening to jump right into his hands—like suicide. “should we—“
“oh! yeah.” he nodded and stepped forward, placing a hand on your back (just low enough that it made your heart stutter, but high enough that it was innocent) and leading you towards the strawberry fields. “this way, milady.”
your heart was sinking a little as the fields came into view. everyone went to the strawberry fields. there were at least seven couples there already. it was the standard date spot. you had to remind yourself this wasn’t a date.
but he led you past the fields and into the forest.
great, so he’ll just murder me instead, you thought bitterly. it was like you were searching for a reason that it wasn’t a date now. at least i won’t have to deal with the embarrassment of everyone seeing.
you snapped out of your thoughts as his hand gently slipped into yours and you nearly fell over. he looked back at you, amused. you shot him a thumbs up as he set down a familiar path.
you knew where you were going.
there was a clearing in the woods where you went. it was you own personal secret garden, hidden deep in the forest behind a thick hedge that you’d grown yourself. it had taken weeks to get it thick enough to keep your space safe, and weeks again to regain enough strength to add any other plants to it. in the last year though, you’d been going there often, coaxing a few new plants to grow. you’d learned that forcing growth was hard and near impossible, but encouraging growth was easy.
you’d shown luke the garden one day a few months ago, just before you developed that pesky crush.
he pulled you gently in front of him to enter the garden first, through a magically shifting gap in the hedge, so that he could enter too, and stepped aside to pick up a hefty bag hidden just off the path.
you stepped through the hedge, your hand still linked with luke’s, and into your garden. it was the same as last time you were there, around a week ago; filled with flowers and bees, with a patch of clear grass in the middle, linked to the hedge by four paths, running north to south and east to west. some of the flowers growing were out of season, but as a daughter of persephone, you had a certain level of influence over things like that. bees buzzed lazily around your head as you entered, happy to see you again. everything seemed to get happier, healthier and brighter the second you stepped into the garden. it was your favourite thing and your favourite place.
you looked back at luke to see him smiling at you. “you know me too well.”
“i knew you wouldn’t like to have everyone around,” he shrugged. “and i wanted to see this place again. it’s better than last time i was here.” he looked around in wonder.
“well, last time you were here, i’d just gotten over the flu, so i was still pretty weak. all of my hydrangeas wilted.” you pouted and crossed the garden to your hydrangea bush, blooming in all ranges of colours. soil acidity and pH didn’t matter if you were the daughter of persephone.
luke laid down a plaid picnic blanket as you murmured a few words to some of your weaker looking plants, breathing life back into them. you could feel his eyes on you as he sat and waited, but you didn’t feel rushed or observed. more than anything, you felt admired.
finally, you sat next to him. he’d set out some food and water bottles for the two of you. he was prepared. that was one thing about luke castellan: he was prepared, always two steps ahead. which is why this didn’t make sense.
as you started eating, you found yourself staring at a lavender rose bush. love at first sight, you mused. if only.
you’d fallen for luke after a whole year of friendship. that made it worse. you’d loved him already, platonically, then, without warning, those feeling shifted. the way you looked at him changed in a matter of moments. when he’d gotten cherries on his plate for dessert after you were told you couldn’t have more, then he’d given them all to you, claiming he didn’t like them (even though you knew he did), you fell stupidly, irrevocably, in love. but the way he looked at you never changed: always soft, always kind and always the same.
you were drawn to look at him. you always were. the sharp lines and soft curves of his face. those dark eyes that made your heart flutter never wavered as they met yours. never shifted, never darkened, never clouded with anger. never. they were as constant as time, as reliable as the tide, as predictable as the full moon coming around again.
and he was looking at you now. “what?” he asked.
you blinked and looked away, watching as two bees clumsily bumped into each other and went on their way. “nothing.” would that be you and luke? two bees bumping into each other briefly, then going on with their lives? unlikely to cross paths again? you couldn’t let that happen.
“you know it’s valentine’s, right?” you asked before you could stop yourself.
luke lowered his apple, resting his hand on his knee. his forehead was creased in a confused frown. “yeah, why?”
“well… then why… why are we hanging out today? i mean, this isn’t a date.” you paused. “is it?”
his eyes widened. “wait, you don’t think—“
“it’s fine, luke.” you shrugged, pretending your heart wasn’t crumbling. “it’s my fault. i shouldn’t have brought up valentines. it was a silly joke, and—“
“a joke?” he frowned again. “this isn’t a joke.”
you looked at him. he looked earnest. “what?”
“it’s not a joke. why would i joke about going on a date with you?” he swallowed tightly and put his apple down. “did you… did you just think it was a joke?”
“no! well, yes. but i didn’t want it to be.” you exclaimed. “did… you want it to be?”
“no!” he exclaimed, turning to face you. “why would i want that? i thought we’ve been dating for three weeks now!”
“you, what?”
he took a deep breath. “you’re telling me that i’ve been assuming we’re dating for three weeks, and you’ve been assuming i’ve been joking for three weeks, because we’re both a little bit fucking stupid and can’t communicate our feelings properly?”
you stared at him, wiping your sweaty palms on your dress. the static crackled like the tension in the air. “i guess so.”
“huh.” he said, turning back to face the flowers. he was silent for a moment and you almost thought he’d leave, but then he started laughing.
“stop laughing,” you protested, pushing him lightly, your cheeks flaming hot. “stop it.”
he didn’t.
soon, you weren’t able to stop yourself from giggling, then you were both laughing uncontrollably. your stomach hurt and you had to lean on each other to avoid falling over. your faces were close—too close. your laughter died as you felt his breath on your face. his fingers brushed your hair behind your ear. his breath hitched as he did, like he’d been waiting to do that for months.
“i’ve liked you for months,” you whispered.
“i’ve liked you since the moment we met,” he cupped your face in his hand, his other one resting on your knee.
you could see the lavender roses behind him. love at first sight.
the two bees that had bumped into each other settled on the same flower.
fucking hell.
you kissed him before you could talk yourself out of it.
the kiss wasn’t like fireworks. it was more like the first flowers of spring: fresh, exciting and pure. his lips were soft. yours were probably rougher than his from your long hours in the fields. you figured he didn’t care, because he kissed you like you were the only air he needed to breath for the rest of his life. you could feel flowers blooming around the picnic blanket—daisies and dandelions in the grass. the plants in the gardens were going wild. he was like a drug; some kind of amplifier for your powers and your heart rate and gods, you never wanted to let him go. his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer against him. your hand rose to his cheek and static electricity jumped from your skin to his.
he pulled away with a gasp, his hand on his cheek. then he laughed, and kissed you again.
and again.
and again.
and again.
and you were infinitely glad for the privacy of your own secret garden.
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laelawrites · 3 months
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i. OUR LAST SUMMER → CL16
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» summary: f1’s favourite couple spend their last summer together as told through the lens. social media au
» pairing : charles leclerc x interviewer!reader
» faceclaim : lissie mackintosh
» a/n : new blog, new post.
PART TWO
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yourinstagram amazing race as always 🇲🇨 so proud of your win today ❤️ check out the pre-race interview posted on YouTube now!
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user sHES SO PRETTY 😭 drop the skincare routine mother
charles_leclerc thank you my ❤️ i expect another interview soon
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minute 🙄 don’t expect another call
↳ landonorris where’s my interview ☹️
↳ yourinstagram child, please
user I’ll never get bored of these two 😭 absolute parents
danielricciardo tell charles to answer the gc
↳ yourinstagram no 🥰
↳ maxverstappen please
↳ charles_leclerc no🥰
user THE WAY HE WAS SMILING THE ENTIRE TIME
↳ user I don’t think I’ve ever not seen him smile
when she’s around
PRE-RACE INTERVIEW
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yourinstagram bora bora, how i love you 😍 vacation days with my ❤️
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user IM SO EMO RN NO ONE TALK TO ME
charles_leclerc i love you my ❤️
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landonorris awe they’re absolutely in love
↳ landonorris disgusting
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carlossainz55 I’ve seen enough of charles_leclerc on my homepage thanks
↳ charles_leclerc blocked
user PLEASE THEYRE SO IN LOVE
lewishamilton have fun !!
user parents 🤩
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charles_leclerc summer break with my ❤️, thank you bora bora for the experiences so far
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yourinstagram my ❤️ thank you for experiencing this with me
↳ charles_leclerc always
user SHES SO STUNNING
user MOTHER IS SERVING
danielricciardo just read the gc if you’re not gonna answer
↳ georgerussell63 i second that
↳ landonorris i third that
↳ charles_leclerc let me enjoy my break in
peace 🙄
user they ain’t giving him a break omg 😭😭
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