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DRS: to all the boys i've loved before ㅤ۫❤︎ ㅤ۫fashion intern

i go by lana and juno (LANO), so either is fine to refer to me! she/her pronouns only please, and i'm bad at dms but i love interacting in comment sections or through asks... take that as you will!

lano variants ₊˚⊹ 🎐 ˖ ࣪ rarishy ⋮ mlp, kya ⋮ kiiikiii, andie anderson ⋮ how to lose a guy in 10 days, jenna rink ⋮ 13 going on 30, lara jean song-covey.

♯SWAG lovergirls and loverboys ๋࣭ ⭑ emoji spamming ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ friendship bracelets, ℛomcoms, elvis presley .ೀ sweet treats and baking, kpop, short shorts and long nails

byf 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 bad at dms, annoying about my drs but still private at the same time so it's a weird combo, i write a lot so my posts are probably going to be text heavy, and i love spamming emojis to friends and moots

ⓘ⠀ iris grove is known for its greenery and cute downtown / small town vibe typically seen in movies. to those not from here, it is described as the garden of eden or a paradisical getaway. in media terms, STARS HOLLOW, CONNECTICUT is the closest and most accurate portrayal of a town like iris grove.

POPULATION: 2k PREDOMINANT RELIGION: christianity, see: catholicism, baptist faith

⠀⠀⠀ 🔔 𝑙ocations in iris grove: just the top 5, i might make a second part to this later!

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sweets emporium, a family-owned sweets business with baked goods, dirty sodas, frozen treats, and seasonal specials. this is my favorite place to be, and the boy behind the counter, jude, has memorized my soda order depending on the day 𖹭

swan theater, a local cinema that shows new and old movies, takes requests, and hosts movie bingo nights. this is my favorite place to go see an old romcom. my mom took me and arlo to go see romcoms when they came out. arlo liked the setting of the movies, i loved the romance and cheesiness of them. now it's just one of my go 2 spots for a rainy day!

muddy hands, the community art center. they have pottery, painting, acting in the small but mighty theater, and a lot of other art forms. its a big building near town hall, so people are in and out a lot. i took ballet there for most of my life and then some pottery classes with one of my friends.

grove gardens, the large botanical garden with a small aquarium in the middle! this is what's most popular to tourists or school trips, since we have very rare flowers or plant specimens only found on iris grove (and not in this cr.) so dreamy, but a nightmare to those with bad spring allergies. the local bees usually come here to make honey! the honey is also the best tasting honey in the world, trust 💆‍♀️

crocus beach, the town's beach, duh. the water is crystal clear and sooo pretty, even though we aren't a tropical area. the small hilly forest just up the road from the beach is a popular camping spot, and campers find the little grotto and wash up or chill there. this is also where the town hosted my mother's memorial, where we put lanterns in the water and pushed them out to sea. bittersweet memory, but i still love the people who came and cried with me.

to all the boys i've loved before dr intro

6 letters kept in a sweet vintage hatbox, all missing one day and up show 6 men at lana's feet, full of questions and mixed feelings.

where did they go?

✞ ˳. ♡𝅦 it's 2O1O and a beautiful, warm day. taylor swift isn't a billionaire, or annoying, and americans kinda like their president.

"If love is like a possession, maybe my letter are like my exorcisms"

iris grove, [redacted], u.s.a

11:23 am ❤︎ ˚̣̣̣ lana sits in her kitchen, mixing the frosting for the homemade pop tarts she made for her younger sister, kitty's soccer match. of course, kitty had been assigned to bring snacks and had forgotten until the day before. that was just kitty.

a knock on the door, and lana swishes through the hall, licking the icing from her finger as she opens the yellow door to wes bennett's concerned face.

"wes? what are you doing here... can i help you with anything?" lana asks, dropping her finger from her mouth in embarrassment.

"is this true?" he asks, eyes searching hers. he holds up a small but thick pink envelope labelled in cursive, "WES BENNETT" and his full address, which was 3 houses down from lana's. the letter had been adorned with swirls and a bit of glitter glue on the corner around the vintage guitar stamp that lana had received from graceland several years ago.

lana's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she pulled the mail from his hand. she tucked it into her baking apron and glared at him. "where did you get that?!"

he shrugged and gestured down the street. "it came in the mail. that's not important! what i need to know is if what you wrote is true or not. did you mean any of that?" he tried to swipe the letter from the floral apron around lana's waist but she maneuvered out of the way and slammed the door instead.

how had wes got a hold of that letter?

he knocked on the door, 4 times, one too many to be polite. his muffled speech through the wood, saying something about giving it back. lana took a breath and looked over the envelope. her signature loopy handwriting all over the floral letter paper. she couldn't remember where she had gotten it, but it was probably old.

ㅤㅤi hate to tell you, but you were never great at guitar. and i love you. maybe i love you because you're not good at guitar... yours until the rivers run dry, lana

she cringed at the contents. cheesy and a pitiful love letter. one of her first. she opened the door again and wes was already trying to grab the letter again. he succeeded and now both of them were upset.

"i don't know what to tell you--"

wes shot back "tell me if it's true! is this how you feel about me? a simple yes or no would do the trick just fine, lana!"

that's when it clicked.

there were more letters upstairs in the pale yellow hatbox in her closet. if wes had received his, that means...

she flew upstairs, the door wide open and wes still standing on the porch. where was it? up there, between the dried flowers and old ballet box, the yellow and white stripes greeted her. she pulled it down and opened it frantically. nothing. nothing except the tissue paper that used to cushion the now non-existent envelopes.